He was dark . . . and big. She knew the minute she saw him that he would screw her before the night was over. And she would love it!
He said something but she didn't catch the words. She was too intent on watching his full, heavy lips and imagining what they would feel like down between her thighs.
BOOK ONE
CHAPTER ONE
It was as the young, happy, and very attractive couple were getting out of the taxi that had conveyed them from the country station to the isolated cottage they had rented for their honeymoon that John experienced his first stab of pain.
He doubled up, letting out a terrible groan of agony.
Joyce, his beautiful nineteen year old bride, was at her husband's side at once. The elderly couple waiting in the doorway of the cottage rushed forward to help and with the taxi driver's assistance they helped put John back into the taxi, saying it was best to take him straight to the local doctor's house down the road. Mrs. Wade stayed behind while Bert, her big, burly, and balding husband, went with the young couple.
When they arrived at the doctor's house, to Joyce's great relief her husband had recovered quite well and even ridiculed the idea of seeing the doctor, saying that it was only a touch of indigestion. Both Bert and Joyce insisted however and the young doctor carried out a thorough examination of the patient while Bert and Joyce waited outside.
At last the doctor opened the door to his office and came out and whispered to Bert. "I got Ethel's message and I am very agreeable to what she suggests." Turning to Joyce the doctor said, "It is I know most distressing for both of you but I am afraid that your husband is suffering from acute appendicitis and will have to go into the hospital for at least a week and possibly longer." Joyce was obviously as upset as her husband had been at this news and burst into tears.
She waited with John for the ambulance. While they waited, Bert asked young Neil Franklin, the doctor, what he had meant by saying he agreed to do as his wife said on the telephone?
"Well Ethel suggested that we get the husband out of the way in the hospital, then set about debauching his delectable young wife."
Bert agreed this was an excellent idea and began telephoning the remainder of his sexy cronies.
The ambulance arrived, taking John away. Neil said Joyce would be able to see him after his operation in a few days. She decided to return to the cottage with Bert as he suggested.
Before they left, however, the doctor gave Bert a vial which he said, with a sly wink at the man, would boost Joyce's morale and help her to sleep.
"Take this after supper and I will call later and let you know how your husband is," he instructed the girl.
She had no option but to obey even though she would have preferred staying with her husband.
On the way back to the cottage, Bert studied the beautiful young bride beside him. She was a beauty and he became fascinated studying her very pronounced breasts and superb curvaceous body.
Back in the house, Joyce in good faith drank all the medicine as the doctor had instructed, blissfully unaware that she was being given a double potion of the most powerful aphrodisiac drug in the world. Bert and Elsie Wade settled down to wait for the drug to have its inevitable effect on Joyce.
After about twenty minutes the girl began to move about restlessly in her armchair. Joyce could not understand why but she had a terrible itch in her crotch and wanted to scratch it. She had attempted to control herself and, fighting against her growing desire to scratch her cunt, she fit herself a cigarette and tried to relax.
The doctor arrived and announced that her husband was well and she would be able to visit him tomorrow. He sat beside her and said, "How about a drink, Bert? I am sure Joyce would appreciate one."
As Bert rose to pour out the drinks, the doctor handed him another vial of the powerful sex drug and in answer to the other man's questioning gaze said, "Come on, we may as well enjoy ourselves."
Then turning to the girl beside him asked, "What's your poison, Mrs. Martin?"
"I will have a gin and orange please," answered Joyce, still fighting the strange desire to scratch the growing itch between her legs. She accepted the drink and soon drained it, unaware that she had now consumed a massive dose of sex drug and by doing so sealed her fate. Her whole body was suddenly consumed with flaming desire and unable to control her movements, she began to writhe about on her chair.
"Oh, look poor dear, girl," cooed Ethel Wade. "Just look; she is all alone on her wedding night."
"Yes it could be most harmful to her health to go without sex on her wedding night. I think we should not let that happen," said the doctor.
"What do you mean?" demanded Joyce, suddenly realizing she was in danger.
"He means that we should obtain an adequate substitute for your husband. Someone who will satisfy your desire for cock."
Joyce wanted to scream but the sound would not come from her throat. Very few brides in modern England go to the altar virgins and Joyce was no exception. She had, as a schoolgirl in a boarding school, learned the elementary rules of the facts of life. Not from the teachers who would not mention such things, but from the other girls.
She had experienced the girls' favorite past-time of sticking candles up other girls' cunts and after the first painful insertion, which had left her with a neatly punctured hymen, she had often used the candle on herself. And not only had she confined its use to her cunt, but several times, when feeling very randy, had used it in her asshole.
Her husband John knew none of this and she would never allow him to have intercourse with her, saying they must wait until they were married. However, he had not persisted in his demands, being content to pet her and frig her to a climax using his finger on her sensitive clitoris.
She had, after much persuasion on his part, agreed to jerk him off to relieve his urgent need and, finding playing with his prick not unpleasant, she had often repeated it. In fact, she found grasping his throbbing tool always a pleasant sensation.
Once he had suggested that she kiss it and suck it for him. So upset and revolted had she been that for a week she refused to see him and it was only after he promised never to mention such a thing again that the couple continued to meet.
She had never seen another man's prick apart from her husband's so she had no way of knowing that his prick was so much smaller than the average male penis.
Lost in her sex reminiscences, she had not noticed the arrival of the two men who now gazed gloatingly at her. One was a fat old man who Bert introduced as "Joe," then added, "and though you may not think so, he owns a bigger prick than any of us."
She was repulsed yet strangely excited by his lewd talk. The burning need in her thighs dominated her feelings. Quite suddenly she knew the meaning of the need within her; she wanted sex; needed sex and even though an isolated part of her mind not yet completely under the domination of the drug fought against it, she knew that she would, in her present state, accept sex from any man. Then she saw Bert Wade unbutton his belt slowly; then he unzipped his fly. As his trousers fell to the floor, Joyce let out a gasp of surprise mingled with admiration and longing.
He wore no underpants and his throbbing cock stood stiff and proudly erect pointing out like a ramrod before him. The beautiful young girl sat with her eyes glued to that pulsating shaft as its circumcised purple knob came nearer and nearer.
Like even the most innocent and moral young women, Joyce had, while in the throes of ecstatic frigging, experienced similar thoughts of debased sex acts. As that big knob loomed up, then stopped a few inches in front of her face, she had a sudden obscene thought to do what John had upset her by demanding.
Unable to fight the overwhelming and urgent need to perform this gross action, she, quite oblivious to the gaze of Mrs. Wade, the doctor, and old Crosby suddenly parted her lovely lips and engulfed the knob of the throbbing cock firmly between them. Watching this lovely creature take his prick between her lips made Bert almost shoot his come at once into her virgin mouth and it was only his experience that allowed him to keep cool.
The lovely girl opened her mouth wide and stuffed as much of his cock inside as she could. The feeling of that stiff throbbing column of flesh in her mouth made her more sexy than she had ever been in her life and, as she tongued and sucked with great fervor on Bert's obscene shaft, she felt hands undoing her dress and pulling it off her shoulders. Her bra went soon after and her gorgeous well-developed breasts sprang free.
Joyce knew that if she continued sucking the swollen prick inside her mouth, she would soon be given a mouthful of spunk. Realizing that this was exactly what she wanted, she sucked even more greedily, her head bobbing up and down madly on this stranger's cock. She did not know whose hands were kneading and pulling at her big tits nor did she care.
Then she felt the prick inside her mouth jerk and kick as if warning her of its impending orgasm. She rammed her mouth hard on to the shaft so that it was pushed to the back of her throat. Then she had, for the first time in her life, the unique and thoroughly debased and perverse pleasure of having a prick come off in her mouth. As the gooey creamy substance was flooding her mouth she savored its bittersweet taste, rolling it around her mouth before gulping it down her throat. Again and again the cock discharged itself into her still sucking mouth. At last he had no more to offer and it was with obvious reluctance that she allowed his now limp cock to slip from her mouth.
The gorgeous girl looked around the room. She hurriedly let her dress fall to her feet and stepped out of both it and her shoes. Willing hands tore her panties down and a gasp went around the room as her beautiful treasure of a virgin cunt was revealed to the perverted audience. At once Mrs. Wade became the leader of the group which was now intent on defiling the beautiful young bride.
Ethel took the stark naked girl over to the sofa and told her to lay on it. She was ready and willing for anything anyone wished to do to her body.
Ethel's long fingers deftly probed around in the girl's virgin cunt. Joyce began to writhe and jerk as those cool fingers probed expertly up her juicy hungry quim. Ethel glanced around the group and then remembered that Neil, the doctor, had a small cock. Old Joe Crosby would have to wait for Joyce's slit to be well oiled and opened before she could have any of his great prick stuffed up into it. The other man, unknown to Joyce, was in a corner of the room busily recording all the sexual action on film.
"Bring me my case," Ethel ordered. Her husband's prick had already regained some of its former life and stiffened to a hard again. He returned a few minutes later and during his absence Ethel played with the girl's clitoris to such effect that Joyce was wild with desire.
"Put her on the rug so Simon can catch it all on film," ordered Ethel. "Now make her real sexy by talking dirty to her; pull your big monster of a prick out, Mr. Crosby. Let her see the big cock that is going to soon give her randy little cunt a real fucking."
When Joe opened his fly the great prick that sprung out was so huge that it seemed unreal. It was very thick and extremely long with a huge head. The girl on the carpet tried to reach for the gorgeous joy stick. "Look, she wants my big prick," screamed the old man. "She tried to grab it. Come on Ethel let me fuck it and you can piss about with your silly artificial rubber pricks after."
"Look, she gets fucked when I say so and before she does, I am going to open that cunt and asshole with the rubber dicks. Then you can all fuck her as much as you like-anyway you wish."
"All this waiting is driving me mad," moaned old Crosby.
"Let her suck it off for you then," suggested the doctor. "She seemed to enjoy sucking Bert's alright."
Bob thought this was an excellent idea and went and knelt over the girl's head so that his great cock and balls dangled before her lust-crazed face. At the same time Mrs. Wade had taken from her case a small rubber dildo with some strange type of instrument at the base of it. Also attached to the instrument was another but even smaller dildo.
As she began pushing the larger of the two dildoes into Joyce's cunt, the girl with a lustful moan looked at the immense tool dangling just out of reach of her lovely mouth. The dildo went into her cunt very easily for it was no bigger than the candle. Then however as the woman started to lubricate her asshole, the prick came down toward her open waiting mouth. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she felt the big thick cock enter her open mouth. Then, gluing her lips around it, began to suck it madly.
The tiny dildo up her ass made her feel more wanton and debased than ever. Then she became aware of the thing in her cunt. As Bob Crosby came in her mouth a few moments later she screamed as the thing in her asshole swelled.
Fearful that she may bite his knob off, he quickly withdrew his ejaculating prick from her mouth and the rest of his spunk spurted in her eyes and over her face. She then turned her come-smeared face to the group. "Oh fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck, fuck.
The doctor was the first to plunge his cock into her cunt. When he finally shot his sperm into her she was in a state of the highest possible excitation. She could hardly wait for him to withdraw so that Bert could get in. When he began to ram his big prick into her saturated cunt, she began to whisper obscene urgings to him.
"Go on put it all into me. Please, then fuck me hard; go on rape me with your great big lovely prick; come on fuck me."
Bert responded valiantly and gave her a brutal fucking, tearing her cunt walls wide apart. By the time he came inside her she had lost count of her own orgasms. Then it was Joe's turn and she was very co-operative and agreed to get on top of him and force her cunt onto that big massive stiff dong. It was obvious as she screwed her cunt onto his prick that she was experiencing a tremendous thrill from the big prick gouging into her now well-fucked cunt.
At last she had taken the full length of his tool inside her right to the balls. She began to lunge up and down on him until his great prick was plunging in and out of her cunt at a terrific pace. She stopped for a moment, then, looking up, a twisted smile of utter debasement on her lovely features, said, "Doctor, please bugger me; come on, stir the shit up in my asshole."
The doctor did not take long before he had his prick half way embedded up her virgin asshole and she implored him to put it all in. This dual fucking of her cunt and asshole drove Bert to his former sexy state and he began to jerk himself. While he watched her get come from the two men pumped into her, he shot his load all over her back.
They put her to bed afterwards in a state of collapse and exhaustion. The following morning Bert and Ethel Wade had been warned that it was possible the young bride would be disgusted and very upset over what they had done to her. It was almost ten o'clock when Joyce came down the stairs to join them. She looked radiant and happy which puzzled the couple even more.
This was not at all what they had expected and it occurred to them both that perhaps in some strange way she was unable to remember how they had violated her body on the previous night.
"You seem very happy this morning dear," said Mrs. Wade.
Joyce looked at the couple and her lovely face broke into a charming seductive smile. "Yes," she replied. "Do you know I think what happened last night has made me cock-happy."
The couple could not restrain a gasp of astonishment at the bride's vulgar statement. 'You mean you don't mind what happened last night?" inquired Bert incredulously.
"Mind," laughed the girl, "why I have never experienced such a wonderful evening in all my life." Ethel began to laugh and was soon joined by her husband.
"What's so funny?" asked Joyce.
Controlling her laughter, Ethel said, "Oh, only that we went to a lot of trouble last night to film all the sex you took part in so that when you recovered from the very potent love drug we gave you we could stop you from making trouble for us by threatening to show your husband the film of the incidents." A thoughtful look came into the young wife's lovely eyes as she took a cigarette and lighted it.
"You say that you have a film of everything that took place last night?"
"Everything except the sound," agreed Bert.
At that moment the bell rang and the doctor joined the group. He was as delighted as Mr. and Mrs. Wade to find the way the lovely girl had reacted.
"Now I am told that all last night's happenings were filmed and I suspect that my husband's illness was not as bad as you had us believe."
"Quite right. In fact, he will be home within the hour," agreed the doctor, smiling a little sheepishly.
"Well don't you think it would be fun to let my husband see the film," she asked the astounded trio.
CHAPTER TWO
By the time her husband arrived home, a plan of action had been decided.
"Would you care to see a little film show after lunch?" inquired Bert of the loving couple on the sofa.
The politely agreed and after lunch seated themselves along with Mrs. Wade and the doctor in the lounge. In order to insure no physical harm or interference from John, his coffee had been treated with a new type of drug that while leaving the mental, facial, and vocal muscles free, completely paralyzed the remainder of the body.
By the time the film was ready to commence, John had already informed them that he could not move. "Don't worry, dear," cooed his young wife, "you will soon be perfectly alright. It's just something the doctor gave you to stop you from getting too excited by the film." The lights dimmed and the film began.
Joyce was seated between the doctor and her husband. The first shot portrayed Joyce seated on an easy chair. The next shot brought Bert Wade into focus and a gasp of horror came from John's lips as he gazed at the man who was dropping his trousers to the floor.
"Christ," he screamed, "what is this?" The horror and agony in her husband's eyes thrilled Joyce and she wanted to add to it as he continued to view the film with disbelief and stricken face.
She fit a cigarette, then, turning to her husband, said, "Hasn't Bert got a lovely big cock darling? In just a minute you will see me take that big prick in my mouth and suck all the juice from it."
The whole film was shown to the wretched husband and as he saw his beautiful young bride taken in turn by the group he began to sob brokenly. The obscene comments Joyce made showed quite clearly that in his absence she had been so corrupted as to make her morals unredeemable.
Feeling flowed back into his body almost as soon as the film ended, and his wife, with an evil perverted look on her lovely young face, asked brazenly if he enjoyed it. For reply John raised his arm and struck her with the palm of his hand across the face. Bert at once sprang forward and held the much slighter John in a firm cruel grip.
"I think this husband of mine requires a lesson or two in manners, don't you?" she asked the others.
They all agreed readily and Joyce ordered Bert to strip him. Joyce asked Elsie to get her a whip. The evil Ethel Wade brought Joyce what was an even crueler version of the old fashioned cat of nine tails.
Each tail was made of rhino and, of course, one blow with this type of whip resulted in nine cruel cords being received by its unfortunate victim.
It soon became obvious to all that Joyce was more perverted and sadistic than any of them. She began to flay her screaming young husband's back, using the cruel and very sadistic whip with such force that it ripped into his body leaving angry torn welts all over his back. Her eyes glistened and her lips twisted in a sneer of perverted pleasure. She was obviously in her element. She whipped his ass until his cheeks were torn and bleeding.
At last, sweat glistening on her lovely forehead, she stopped to admire her handiwork.
Bert and the doctor released John's broken pain-wracked body and the victim slumped in an untidy heap to the floor writhing in agony. Joyce surveyed the poor specimen of manhood who just twenty-four hours ago she had married. His ridiculous little penis had with the beating gone hard and erect but even so was only about four inches high.
The girl had found that the thrashing she had just administered to her young husband made her feel sexy as hell. Addressing her husband, who was still in considerable pain, she said, "and now I want a good fucking."
Bravely, he struggled to his feet and stood before her, his little prick still poised and erect. More than anything in the world he wanted to possess this lovely but now debauched girl whom he had made his wife.
"Please, Joyce let me do it to you," he pleaded, his eyes filled with pain and lust.
Joyce sneered in his face. "With that! No, Bert will give me a real length of prick; the kind of cock that a woman cunt craves for."
Joyce began then to strip without showing the slightest embarrassment. Completely nude, she lay on the sofa, her legs parted invitingly, displaying her already juicing slit.
John made as if to follow and throw himself on her voluptuous body but the doctor and Mrs. Wade forcibly restrained him.
"Make him ask Bert to fuck me," suggested the wretched young wife.
Ethel, who herself loved to see a man humiliated, needed no more urging and brought the whip over to the still naked and terrified John. She brandished it before him and at once he began to plead for mercy as she pretended to bring it lashing across his chest.
"Well, tell my husband what you want him to do to your wife."
He hesitated for a moment which gave Ethel the excuse she needed to bring the cruel whip lashing down on his chest with tremendous force. He let out a yell of pain as the thongs ripped into his white skin. Then, seeing Ethel raise the whip once more he shouted, "Bert, fuck my wife; go on fuck her."
Bert Wade, his big cock throbbing and stiff at the thought of once more stuffing this gorgeous piece of cunt being offered him, said, "Don't you think he ought to put it in for you after all, he is your husband?"
Now completely cowered and willing to do anything to escape further punishment, John guided Bert Wade's great big stiff prick to his wife's pouting cunt lips. Feverishly tie lovely girl screwed her cunt on to Bert's hot cock and from the way her cunt quickly absorbed the full length of the prick it showed how much the session last night had opened her young inexperienced love channel.
Urged on by the others, Bert put on a display of fucking that for a man his age was a splendid performance. Even John found that he got pleasure as he watched Bert's prick slamming in and out of her now come-soaked cunt at tremendous speed. Ethel Wade suddenly got down before John and took his little cock into her big mouth and began to roll it around inside. Bert's spunk fired into Joyce's avid cunt with uninhibited delight.
She was reluctant to allow him to withdraw until she saw the doctor dropping his trousers. Then she heard her husband cry out and, turning, saw the elderly Mrs. Wade in the act of taking his come inside her mouth. She waited for him to finish and when Ethel let his now very tiny shrunken prick fall from her mouth turned to him and said, "You dirty perverted devil. I will teach you!"
"Doctor," she asked, "will you do something for me that will provide me with extreme pleasure and satisfaction?"
"Anything, my little sex bomb," he replied.
The girl asked for a cigarette and lighting it blew out a stream of blue smoke lazily.
"What do you want?" the doctor asked. Joyce looked calmly at her husband, then back to the doctor who was now naked.
In a voice laden with lust she said, "I want you to fuck my husband's ass."
The others thought this was an excellent idea and the horrified young husband was laid out on his belly. His tiny brown asshole was revealed to the depraved group and Joyce grabbed the bottle of whiskey that had only a little left in the bottom. She quickly gulped the contents down and then, kneeling between her husband's spread-eagled thighs, she began to ram the end into his pouting asshole.
He screamed in agony as he felt his little hole being violated in this brutal and unnatural way. His screams only seemed to give Joyce more perverse urgency and with all her force drive it up to the neck of his arse hole.
Satisfied, she pulled it out and a brown blob of stinking, steaming shit was attached to the top of the bottle. His ass was bleeding badly as a result. She went around to where Bert was holding John's head.
"Lift his head up," she commanded.
Bert did as she ordered and Joyce at once planted the shitty bottle in front of him.
"Now eat that big blob of shit while the doctor buggers you," said Joyce. Her husband was beyond speech. "Open his mouth, Bert," said Joyce. As he did so, Joyce rammed the bottle with the big blob of brown shit on it into his open mouth. He was helpless, for his head was held down on the bottom by Bert and he had no option but to eat his own shit.
"Now fuck him," Joyce ordered the doctor. "Show him how good it feels to have a real prick up his shitty asshole."
She watched along with the others as the doctor carried out the grossly obscene act. By the time he shot his sperm deep into John's defiled ass, she was frigging herself madly in perverted lust and excitement. To her delight the bottle, when finally pulled from her husband's mouth was clean and without a trace of shit on it.
And so, as the week passed, Joyce grew even more lustful and perverted with the willing help of the Wades, the doctor and old Mr. Crosby.
John, on the other hand lost any self-assertion he may have once possessed and became resigned to his role of allowing his gorgeous wife to completely and utterly dominate him. In some strange way he began to enjoy his role as a slave husband and lost none of his love for her.
Again and again he watched while Bert, Joe and the doctor fucked her in every possible way. Always she accepted them and indeed once or twice allowed him to fuck her when she felt unsatisfied with their efforts. He was made to perform the most debased and degrading acts and often Joyce got the wish to see him get fucked.
When the week ended it was a very different couple who left than had arrived. Before they left however Joyce got a present from each of the four people who had made her stay so enjoyable.
Mr. Bert Wade presented her with the eight-tailed whip as he laughingly said to keep her husband in his proper place.
His wife gave Joyce a massive foot long beautifully made dildo complete with straps and an automatic cord liquid releaser attached to its big rubber balls.
"Not yet, but one day you may find, that with a little more experience your cunt will be able to take all of this," she grinned.
"Don't worry," Joyce assured her, "I will get it all up somehow; then I'll try to open up my ass until I can take it all up in my back hole."
The doctor gave her six of the sex drug tablets which he assured her she herself would never need but if she ever wanted to make someone else fuck-crazy she need only give them one full tablet and man, woman or child would be ready to fuck all night.
Bob Crosby gave her the only orthodox gift. A beautiful and expensive make-up case full of the most exquisite aids to beauty. He said they would help her to entice her lovers of which he was sure she would have plenty.
They saw them off at the station and the couple sat down for the journey back to the great metropolis of London. John, insignificant and silent, sat beside her and wondered how his young debauched wife would react in her new surroundings.
CHAPTER THREE
Not having much money, they had arranged to live with his married sister and her husband.
Joyce had never met Bill and Mary but as Mary was only twenty six and her husband Bill a year older, she hoped they would get on well together and that they could have some sex fun together. From the way John talked about them they were a fun loving and happy couple.
Bill and Mary owned a large old fashioned house in the suburbs of West London and though Bill had a good job at a local garage his wife took in a couple of boarders.
When they arrived at Waterloo Station, Bill and Mary were waiting for them and greeted them warmly. Bill was a big, rough-looking man; Mary was curvaceous, if a little buxom and rather common, peroxide blonde.
The look in Bill's eye as he gazed at his new sister-in-law was sufficient indication that he was very interested in her. Inside the taxi, Joyce sat between her husband and Bill and was aware of the pressure of Bill's leg against her own.
After dinner, Bill looking straight at Joyce, asked if anyone felt like going to a party at one of his friend's house.
"No thanks," replied John, "I have to be at work tomorrow early."
"What about you, Joyce?" asked Mary. "Will you chaperone my husband because I do not feel like going?"
To John's dismay his young bride agreed readily and went upstairs to prepare herself. When John went upstairs later his wife was dressed in a skin-tight gold lame dress which showed every delightful curve of her young body to great advantage. She was busy applying very heavy and exotic make up to her lovely face.
"Do you have up like a bloody whore?" he exploded.
"Shut your feeble mouth," she replied. "I shall do exactly as I like."
He offered no more argument and at the door she spun around and said, "I expect to be late so don't wait up, dear."
Bill gasped at the picture of female seduction that joined him in the car. He suggested they should have a drink on the way because they were a little early. Joyce nodded her assent. They pulled up at a small bar which was deserted.
"What's your poison?" he asked.
"A double vodka, please."
Pleased at this, Bui ordered, at the same time inquiring if she drank much.
"Yes, I am afraid I do," the girl replied, adding, "Do you mind?"
Joyce stuck a cigarette between her thickly painted lips and leaned forward for a light.
"Look, this party will be a bit dull. I wonder if you would prefer something a little more exciting."
"I always like excitement," she murmured in her most sexy voice.
"Alright, well if you are game I know of a place we can go to which will provide all the excitement you want."
"Tell me all about it, please, Bill!"
"Well if you go, you had better forget any ideas of us getting home tonight."
"Oh, good, then I can get stoned. Can I have another drink please?" asked the lovely girl.
Bill ordered another double vodka for Joyce then said, "Look, the party is pretty sexy. Are you sure you want to go?"
Joyce took a drag on her smoke and a gulp of vodka then smiled into Bill's eyes.
"The sexier the party is, the better I will like it."
The house was secluded and set in its own grounds. About twenty people were gathered in the large lounge and Bill and Joyce were greeted enthusiastically by the others.
Bill, anxious to keep his delightful young teenage sister-in-law to himself, guided her away from the group of lecherous males to a darkened secluded corner of the room. He called a passing waiter over and asked for a bottle of vodka. Within minutes a full bottle of vodka and two glasses were brought over to them.
Those present seemed to sort themselves out, but it soon became apparent that men far outnumbered women.
The silver-haired distinguished looking gentleman who seemed to be acting as host toured the tables stopping to chat with those present. Eventually he worked his way around to where Bill and Joyce were seated.
"Good evening. I do not think I have met your charming companion before at our little gatherings."
"No," agreed Bill. "This is my sister-in-law who has just come to live with Mary and me."
The man smiled and shook hands with Joyce and said, "I hope you will enjoy yourself."
BOOK TWO
CHAPTER ONE
It was quite by chance that Bob Roberts and Mike Leary met at all. Bob worked in the local hospital as a male nursing assistant and Mike was brought into casualty after being involved in a car accident.
He had suffered only superficial cuts to his legs and Bob was told to treat him while the doctor attended to the occupant of the other vehicle who had suffered more serious multiple injuries.
Bob, quite used to giving similar treatment, asked the very big middleaged man to remove his trousers. When he did so, Bob let out a gasp of envious astonishment. Before his eyes was the most massive prick he had ever seen in his life. Even in its present limp condition it hung loosely from his body like some great fleshy pendulum.
Not only was it tremendously long, it was also very thick. Bob managed to carry out the required treatment without comment and when he had finished Mike thanked him. Then, as an afterthought, asked if he knew where Lorimer Street was as he was looking for rooms for himself.
"Are you married or alone?" inquired Bob thoughtfully.
Mike replied that he was on his own and Bob said that he and his wife Mary could fix him up with room and board. Terms were quickly agreed and that night the two men went to Bob's home together. To his delight Mike found not only the accommodations to be exactly what he wanted but also Mary Roberts to be an exceedingly beautiful and curvaceous young brunette.
At the sight of her Mike's prick stiffened inside his trousers and he determined that before very long he would certainly make an attempt to lay this very sexy-looking wife of his new friend. Bob did not miss the look of longing in Mike's eyes and after a very satisfying meal, while Mary was busy washing up, he said casually, "What do you think of my wife, Mike?"
A little embarrassed in view of his earlier thoughts he replied, "She is a very lovely young lady and an excellent cook."
At the young husband's next question however, Mike almost dropped the cup of coffee he was holding.
"How would you like to fuck her?" Bob said.
When he had time to recover the older man replied, "I would like nothing better."
"Well we have only been married a few weeks and she was a virgin when I married her and though she obviously enjoys sex she is still rather prudish in her attitude to it. I would love to see her become more lax in her morals."
"As you can see we are poor and I have no wish to slave away at the hospital for the rest of my life."
Before Mike could comment Bob went on. "A lovely piece of cunt like Mary could, once she is corrupted by us, earn a small fortune as a prostitute. If you will help me to make her become one, I will share her earnings with you willingly."
Mike, scarcely able to believe his own good fortune, willingly agreed to cooperate in full and when Mary returned to the living room she found each with smug contented smiles on their faces.
She sat down on the sofa between the two men and helped herself to a cigarette which Mike lighted for her. Mary felt a little uncomfortable as she smoked and talked, seated between her husband and the new lodger. She suddenly stiffened as she felt her thigh brushed by Mike's hand. Before she could object, the hand was removed and she decided it must have been an accident.
Bob rose and said, "I will just go out and get a bottle so we can all have a drink together."
"Will you get some cigarettes?" asked Mary knowing she had only a couple left in her case.
"I won't be long, darling," said Bob and, winking at Mike, added, "see our friend Mike has everything that he wants."
Mary watched her husband disappear down the path and then as soon as she closed the door sensed Mike behind her. His strong hands reached out and encircled her waist, his hot lips nuzzling her neck. She struggled violently as he said, "You heard what your husband said, you are to see I have what I want, and I want you."
He arched his loins hard into the back of her thighs and pressed his big stomach into the small of her back. She felt the hard length of his penis against her buttocks, but struggled to no avail. His big hands moved up to clasp the twin globes of her breasts cruelly and she ceased struggling in the hope that he would relax his terrible hold on her tender breasts. To her immense relief he did, but then he spun her around in his arms and crushed her to him. Then he glued his lips to hers and she felt his thick tongue trying to force its way between her clenched teeth.
Summoning every ounce of strength, she managed to break away from this dirty beast of a man. She turned around to see Bob her husband standing in the doorway. He had done nothing to stop this stranger and, far from showing anger, he was standing with a strange smile on his face.
"You must excuse Mike," he said. "He has been without a woman for a long time and you are very pretty you know, Mary."
Mary was horrified and disgusted to hear her husband speak in this way and tried to run from the room. But Bob stopped her and held the now hysterical young wife in his arms while Mike came up and took her from him. Once again Mike's lips pressed down on hers and as Mary opened her mouth to scream in terror, the thick wet tongue of this dirty man thrust into her pretty young mouth.
She realized that if her husband was prepared to allow Mike to treat her in this vile way, she was helpless to stop him. The tongue in her mouth began to probe from one side to the other. The body of this creature was vibrating against her and she felt his penis, sandwiched against her belly, boring into her like a piece of iron tubing. She felt hands raising her dress from behind and her husband whispered, "There's a good girl. Let Mike see what lovely legs you have, dear."
The hard pressure of Mike's mouth on her own prevented her turning her head to see what Bob was doing. Suddenly Mike released her and before she could regain her breath he picked her up and carried her upstairs. Her husband opened the bedroom door and Mike dropped his lovely burden on the bed. The two men ruthlessly tore and ripped the clothes from the struggling terrified young wife.
She could not believe this was real and felt more as if it were some horrid nightmare.
But it was real and she was now naked, her clothes lying in a torn and tattered heap on the floor. Then she began to scream in real terror, but Mike's big hand stifled her screams as he clasped it over her mouth. Bob, her husband of just a month, was hurriedly discarding his own clothes.
"You give it to her first," ordered Mike.
Mary was helpless. She felt her legs parted and then the first inch of her husband's prick was pushed into her cunt. Soon he was buried to the hilt in her and he began to move in and out, driving his prick up and down her cunt with great vigor. His balls smacked up against the mouth of her cunt as he fucked her without mercy.
Mike removed his hand from Mary's mouth and the only sounds from the humiliated young wife were sobs of pain and anguish. In spite of this, however, nature was forcing her to respond and she hated her body for doing so. At last he sank his prick deep inside her and fired his come deep into her cunt.
At the same time her own flood gates opened as she reached her climax. Through her constant struggling she was now completely exhausted and collapsed back on the bed very near fainting. She watched the big man rise and begin slowly to discard his clothes. Mary began to sob brokenly and plead with her husband.
"Please don't let him touch me, please," she cried.
"Shut up, you cow," replied Bob. With that he parted her legs and with his fingers opened her well oiled cunt lips then said; "Now Mike, come and get that big monster of a prick up here. I want to see you get it all up her tight little cunt."
Bob was thrilled as he watched the big long thick prick of his new friend poised at the entrance of his lovely young wife's cunt. The huge purple knob lodged in her open cunt lips and, as he watched Mike force the knob of his prick inside and saw it disappear, Mary screamed with pain as she felt her cunt stretched by this monstrous prick. Slowly and accompanied by Mary's sobs of pain the prick bulldozed its way up her, stretching and tearing the walls of her cunt as it was relentlessly screwed into her. The blinding unbearable pain made Mary sick and sweat rolled down her face.
It felt as if a thick steel shaft was being hammered up her cunt and she felt in real danger of being split apart.
As Bob saw the last inch of the enormous cock disappear in his wife's slit, he thought that surely this was the most exciting lack in the world for a man to see a cock such as Mike's. Then Mike began a slow rhythmic fucking motion. The pain was intense for Mary as that monstrous cock began to move and she wished she were dead. Her cunt walls began to give and stretch with the pain.
As the pain decreased, so her passion and pleasure increased and then she came, bathing the prick that was now moving in and out of her cunt. Her sobs turned to panting moans as her body of its own volition began to move with this savage fucker. Twice more she reached her own climax. He shot his sperm into her for two minutes and only when he had fed the entire contents of his balls into her, did he stop moving on her.
Mary, utterly and completely fucked and feeling debased, lay as if dead. The men had gone when she finally and painfully dragged herself from the bed. Her cunt felt as if it still had that big tool inside it and she was unable to straighten up or close her legs properly.
Her clothes were ruined and she wiped her come-soaked thighs on her dress. The door opened and Bob, glass in hand pushed her out into the lounge. "Look, Mike, you have fucked her bow-legged," he cried delightedly.
Mary's hate-filled eyes looked at the faces of the two men. "You filthy disgusting swine," she whimpered.
"Go into the bathroom and make yourself decent, you filthy bitch," ordered Bob.
Mary, once in the bathroom, washed and dressed in fresh clothes. Outside in the lounge she heard Mike's voice, now a little slurred, say, "I hope your wife is not long because I am ready for some more of her."
Panic struck into the young wife's heart and on impulse she opened the front door and ran out into the cold night air. It was useless however, for she had only gone a few strides when a pair of rough hands grabbed her and hauled her back inside the house.
Bob and Mike surveyed the dejected and humiliated girl as she sat before them. She reached for a cigarette her hands trembling and fighting it inhaled deeply and gratefully on it.
"May I have a drink?" she asked.
"Certainly," her husband answered at the same time unzipping has fly, "come and drink the come from this."
The girl screamed. "That I will never do!"
The next minute Mike grabbed the lovely young wife's arm and twisting it up her back very painfully, compelled Mary to get up and move across the floor toward her husband's stiff prick. Another twist and she had no option but to sink to the floor or have her arm broken by this monster. She was now knelt before her husband, who was grinning perversely.
His prick was only inches away from her lovely young face and virgin mouth. Through the red haze of pain which was doubled as Mike grabbed her other arm she heard Mike say, "Now suck your husband's prick off, you fucking whore."
She had a sudden idea of biting it but Mike's next words warned her against this; he said if she did, he would break both her arms for her. As she was compelled to lower her head, she began to pray silently, for to suck a man's prick was to her the most disgusting thing imaginable.
As if in answer to her prayers, the door bell rang shrilly. At once Mike released her and Bob zipped up his fly then went to the door. He opened it to find the man from next door, a Mr. Len Jones standing there. Mr. Jones was an aging pot-bellied widower.
"What the hell's all the row about?" he asked, pushing his way past Bob. His eyes saw Mary's tear-stained face and the big man.
"Oh, just a lover's quarrel," said Bob.
"It's not," screamed Mary. "They have both just raped me and are now trying to force me to do horrid filthy things to them."
"Please, please, Mr. Jones, help me," she cried, her eyes pleading with him.
Len studied the two men for a moment and smiled cruelly.
"I think that every wife should do whatever her husband desires, regardless of what those desires are and I would prefer to help him rather than you."
Mike grinned at the girl. "See, by opening your big mouth you have got yourself three men instead of two."
All the will and fight went out of Mary now. "Alright let me have a few drinks, then I will do all you ask. I will never forgive you for this," she told her husband.
Mary filled her glass to the brim and lighted a cigarette. As she drank the three men began to undress.
When Bob ordered her to undress, she did so at once, not wishing to have a second lot of clothes ruined. By the time she had finished her cigarette and drunk a third glass of whiskey, she was drunk. Her senses and feelings were mercifully dulled by the liquor she had consumed.
"Now come and suck me off, you drunken slut", commanded Bob.
Unsteadily she rose. She knelt before her husband, then, closing her eyes and opening her mouth, fastened her lips around his prick and began to suck. When at last the sperm hit the back of her throat, she drank it down for him.
Dimly she was aware of sucking off both Mike and Len. Sometime later all of them fucked her and then she felt pain in her backside and something wet exploded in her bowels. Then she collapsed in merciful sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
It was eleven when she awoke with a terrible headache. The events of the previous night came flooding back to her. Hurriedly she packed a few things and half an hour later was on a train to London.
It was not until she was on the train that she started to fully consider her position. Then her full plight hit her. First, she had no relations she could go to for she was an orphan. Secondly, she had spent all her money except a few dollars on her train fare.
All day she wandered around the streets of London, cold and hungry. She was without cigarettes and had no place to go. By nightfall she was desperate and decided that the only place she could go was the ladies' waiting room at the main line station. An old bag was the only other occupant and when she saw Mary she asked her if she had a smoke. When Mary replied she hadn't the old woman sneered, "God if I were young with your looks and figure, I would have money."
Mary began to explain that she could not get work as she had no identification. The hag laughed and said, "out there," indicating the city. "You can find lots of men and, it's cunt, not cards, they want."
Shortly after, a policewoman turned them both out on the street. She began to walk dejectedly. Then she became aware of a man walking close behind her. She turned to see a middle aged man grinned lewdly at her. He offered her a cigarette and she wanted one so much that she took it. He lighted it for her.
"How much will it cost me?"
She knew what he meant and was about to retort angrily when the thought of what she had been made to do last night crossed her mind.
The man persisted. "Look, I will give you ten dollars for a fuck around the back here."
He began to walk up a deserted and narrow back street and slowly she followed. It was quick, cheap, dirty and all over in a few minutes. He left her with a ten dollar bill in her hand and his come in her cunt. The young wife came out of the alley and looked at the bill still clasped in her fingers.
She looked at the green piece of paper that she had just sold her body for. It was not until she had gone into a Soho all night cafe, ordered and devoured a meal, that the realization that by accepting that money she had become a prostitute.
She bought twenty cigarettes, paid for her meal and was left with a few dollars. In no hurry to leave the warm coziness of the cafe, she sat smoking. A heavily painted and perfumed common-looking woman of about fifty, wearing a cheap fur coat, came and sat opposite her.
"Got a cig, love?" she asked.
Mary offered her pack to the woman who took one and lighted it. The woman said, "Fucking cold tonight, isn't it dear?"
Mary, shocked by the woman's use of the obscene word, visibly showed her surprise. The woman introduced herself as Ma Jones.
"Now I suspect that you have just arrived in the city and have no money and no place to go. Am I right?"
Mary nodded her assent.
Ma smiled happily and studied the girl. After some moments she said thoughtfully, "Look, I will be frank with you, I can offer you a lovely flat of your own in a small house I own not far from here. I will let you live rent free and provide you with three good meals daily. I will pay the required money to buy clothes and cosmetics and act as maid to you."
Mary looked in astonishment at the woman.
"All I want is half of what you earn."
She suddenly realized the situation. She was about to protest that she was not a prostitute then she recalled how she had paid for the meal she had just enjoyed. In any case what else left was there for her.
"I would see you get plenty of trade," said Ma, "and you would make money."
Mary lit another cigarette then said, "OK, but I am not experienced, you know."
"Listen to me and you will be alright," advised Ma.
They took a taxi to the house in Bayswater which proved to be rather poorly furnished and none too clean. The following day Ma awoke her and they went shopping in the city. Mary, who had always longed to be dressed in clothes that were flattering, did not mind the fact that most of those Ma selected were daring and even outrageous. They had lunch and a couple of drinks, then went to the beauty parlor.
"Can I have Mansie?" asked Ma. "He is expecting us."
They were shown into a large and private room. Mansie proved to be an aging, somewhat potbellied Italian and while Ma and he had a conversation together, Mary helped herself to a smoke and read a magazine nonchalantly. They were discussing the best way of enhancing her appearance. Mary, who had become quite resigned to becoming a whore, left it to them.
"We have decided to dye your hair jet black and give you an exotic style," Mansie told her.
Two hours later Mary looked at herself in the mirror and she was unrecognizable. She had never used much make-up but now her face was thickly coated with pancake type stuff. Her hair, lustrously black, was piled on top of her head. Very heavy, almost outrageous eye make-up had been applied. Thickly mascaraed false eyelashes had been fitted and her eyebrows shaped and outlined in Cleopatra fashion.
Back in the flat she changed into the skin-tight red dress that showed off every curve of her young shapely body. The full length zipper at the back made for easy removal.
"Do you like yourself?" asked Ma.
Mary nodded, smiling.
"You have a lot to learn yet. Will you let me teach you how to succeed in your profession?"
"Yes, you tell me exactly what to do and I will do my best," agreed Mary.
"Well you now look more like a prostitute and here are a few tips for you," Ma said, pouring two drinks and handing one to Mary.
"You will find that a girl in this business smokes and drinks far more than the average girl. I would urge you to try to do so without getting too plastered. Another thing important, for it is a way of advertising that you are game, is the way you walk." Ma demonstrated how to walk, slowly swaying her ass seductively as she did. Mary tried this and promised to try and do as she said. "Also, when you see a man, no matter how unattracted to him you may be, try to get a wanton hungry expression in your eyes. Another thing is the way in which you smoke."
She gave Mary a cigarette and took one herself lighting both. She then placed the smoldering cigarette at an angle a little to one side of her lips and left it there. Ma instructed Mary to try this and at once the girl saw how this gave her an impudent brazen look.
"Now, the most important part of all is the way you behave with a man. You admit you have little experience, but the main thing to remember is that when a man pays money to go to bed with a prostitute, he does not want or expect that girl to be a nice girl. He wants her to be bad for if he wanted a nice girl he could go to bed with his wife or girlfriend for free.
"Do you understand that?" asked Ma.
"Yes," Mary replied.
"Well I have noticed that whenever I use a dirty expression you look shocked and disgusted.
"This will not do and you must learn to use these same words, not only in bed, but out of bed also. Your clients will expect this of you. Words like prick, cock, cunt, ass, fuck, spunk, tits, etc., should all be used by you."
"I will promise to try, though I have never done so before," said Mary.
"Now be frank with me. Do you enjoy being fucked or not?"
Mary replied that she did.
"That's good, for you will not have to pretend enjoyment. You do, I hope, appreciate that lots of your clients will want more than straight sex. Some will want to fuck your ass while lots will expect you to give them a gam blow-job."
Mary looked a little worried but bracing herself said, "I will see they get what they want."
After they had tea, Ma told her that she would go out and arrange to have cards inserted in the notice boards where such services as hers are advertised.
They arrived at a hotel which was one frequented by their trade and outside Ma handed Mary the keys. Mary took a seat at a table near the entrance and ordered a Scotch. Ma took a seat over at the far side and watched approvingly as her pupil crossed her legs, showing a generous amount of white thigh, then lit a cigarette and left it smoldering brazenly in between her thickly painted purple lips as she had been instructed.
It was only a few minutes before a military-looking man with a bristling moustache approahed her table and said, "Mind if I join you?"
"Please do," murmured Mary sexily. She let her eyes adopt what she hoped was a come to bed look and when he asked if he could get her a drink, she replied, "Please, a double Scotch." She knocked the ash from her cigarette, then replaced it in her lips.
The man was eyeing her boldly and she saw Ma watching. "Are you in business?" asked the man a little nervously.
Mary's lips turned in a smile. "I am. Do you want some?" she answered.
"How much and what for?" he asked.
Mary smiled "Whatever you want."
"Come on then," said the man.
Mary was amazed to find how much she enjoyed being fucked by this complete stranger. He did a good job on her and she thoroughly came herself. Afterwards he paid and promised to come again.
Back in the hotel, Ma could not help but overhear a group of young Northerners who intended to enjoy themselves on a visit to London. They were drinking a lot and talking about finding a woman to share.
Ma smiled across at them and said, "Listen, boys, in a few minutes one of the loveliest bits of cunt you have ever seen will be here. She will give all three of you a good ride."
"When she comes in ask her over," said one of the young men.
"Does she suck?" asked another eagerly. Ma said, "Sure she sucks and fucks both ways as well."
A few minutes later Mary, looking calm, cool and seductive entered. Ma called her over. The boys looked, unbelievingly. Mary smiled and Ma said, "Mary these three want a good time."
Mary seated herself at the youths' table and said "Get me a drink." The Scotch arrived and Ma left. Mary looked at them then said. "Do you want me separately or all at once."
"No, all at once. Then we can watch each other perform," said the leader. "Think you can take three pricks alright?"
Mary laughed. "I can take all the prick you can give."
They were three good-looking boys and Mary looked forward to acting as the object of their desires. She stripped off as soon as she got to the flat and lay on the bed, her legs open. Half way through the second boy's fucking of her she was so high that she started to talk. "Oh faster, faster, harder, go on fuck me, fuck, fuck me."
When he had emptied his come inside her cunt, the third boy said, "Can I fuck your ass?"
"Sure," said Mary turning on her stomach, "go on fuck my ass."
His prick was not too big and she thoroughly enjoyed the rather painful, but thrilling, experience. They all had a breather, then one of the boys suggested Mary should suck them all off. She did so and for the first time found pleasure even in the act of come swallowing.
CHAPTER THREE
During the next few months, she became an experienced prostitute. It was a Friday night when sitting in the bar of a pub she suddenly saw Mike with her husband Bob. The two men looked up as the heavily painted prostitute approached them.
She was now blonde and looked years older than her twenty years. As usual, a cigarette smoldered between her lavishly painted lips. The two men did not even suspect her of being the girl they had raped about six months ago. She smiled at Mike and Bob. "Buy me a drink, love."
Mike bought her a double gin which she drank like water.
"You looking for a girl?" she asked.
"Sure, how much?" asked Bob.
"Fiver each for the night and you can fuck me anyhow and as often as you like."
The idea of having her husband pay to fuck his own wife, of course, appealed to Mary. She also felt thrilled at the prospect of getting Mike's big prick stuck up her again. She had never forgot the fucking she got from him.
Back at the flat she got undressed first and then lit a cigarette and said "Come on now I want you both to give me all the fucking you can."
"How do you want her?" Bob asked Mike.
"I imagine seeing if I can fuck her cunt while you screw her ass."
"That sounds lovely," agreed Mary. It was amazing how much Mary's cunt had opened up. Mike with one savage thrust slammed the full length of his massive prick into her quite easily and she fully appreciated it. He rolled her on top of him and Mary's ass was then invaded by her husband's cock.
Mary was mad with desire as the two pricks slammed into her. Again and again she bathed Mike's fucking tool with her love juice and determined in the future to have this delightful experience of twin fucking again. She regretted that another nice juicy prick was not available for her to suck on.
All night long the two men had her in every possible way and when they left they still did not know she was Mary, the young and innocent wife they had seduced half a year ago.
A year later Mary left Ma with a huge black man who had satisfied her with his prick. He suggested she go up to Birmingham and live with him as his wife. So good in bed was he, that Mary thought he could satisfy her needs. For the first month he fucked her night and day gallantly. However, as was only to be expected of any man he could not sustain the pace and she began to be unfulfilled.
Mary's boyfriend was terribly jealous and by a supreme effort she had managed to change her way of living. She now wore hardly any make-up and had given up smoking and drinking. As a result of her new way of life, she again looked young and beautiful. Mary's savings went and Aly said he could get a job in London that was high-paying and come home at weekends.
This he did and from Monday to Saturday Mary was without a man. When Aly came home he more than made up for it but when he left Sunday night Mary wondered how she would feel by the following Saturday. On Wednesday of that week she was going mad for sex.
She went to the cinema where she met a friend of her husband. "Excuse me aren't you Aly's woman?" he smiled.
"Yes," she admitted vaguely remembering being introduced to the man.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Oh, Aly's away and I thought I would go to the cinema for a change."
"Why not come with me to a little party at my friend's house?"
Before she could answer he urged, "Aly will not know."
Mary said, "No thanks."
In spite of her protests she found him very persistent. Finally she walked away from him. It was ten when the film ended and she came out feeling better. She decided to walk home, for it was not far and she left the lighted main road to turn into the back streets leading to her home. She was level with the entrance to her street when a car pulled up.
She turned idly as it did so and next moment a hand clasped a rag over her face. She was dimly aware of being bundled into a car and passed out. She awoke and found herself on a strange bed in a strange house tied down with strips of torn sheets to a bed. Mary was also stark naked and clustered around the bed were at least a dozen leering black faces. A voice she recognized as that of the friend who had accosted her in the street earlier.
"Now boys, show this white whore what a dozen black pricks can do for her."
BOOK THREE
CHAPTER ONE
The lavishly dressed young woman seated next to the youth in the almost empty movie kept glancing at him. Colin wished she had chosen somewhere else to sit for then he could have indulged in his usual practice of jerking himself off. He had in fact been in the process when the woman had come and sat beside him and had only time to throw his coat over his unzipped fly and his large stiff prick.
Colin in turn glanced at the woman and saw what a sexy looking piece she was and longed more than ever to go on with the delightful task she had interrupted. The woman was delving in her handbag and produced a pack of cigarettes from it. She took one from the packet and stuck it between her scarlet lips. Then, seeing the boy watching, pushed the pack towards him and said, "Want a smoke?"
Colin fumbled with the pack, taking one, but as he did his jacket slipped from his lap onto the floor revealing his open fly and still stiff prick.
Colin felt his face flush and his first instinct was to run. He heard the woman chuckle softly and she flicked her lighter and held it before him. He lit his cigarette and to his amazement saw she was smiling as she lit her own. She blew out a stream of smoke, then, leaning over toward him, murmured, "You naughty boy, so you have been jerking off, have you?"
Colin replied, "Yes," then added "It's the only place I can go to do it in the daytime."
"Have you shot your load yet?" the woman asked.
"No," replied Colin pleased at her interest.
"Well go on, finish up and I will watch out for anyone coming."
Colin needed no second bidding. Soon he was sighing and moaning softly as the efforts of his pistoning hand brought him near to shooting his load. He found it one of his most enjoyable jerk-offs and shot more come into his handkerchief than ever before.
When he recovered, the young woman leaned close and Colin decided to be bold and slipped his arm round her shoulders.
"What's your name?" asked the boy.
"Marion Wade," replied the woman, smiling, then added, "I am twenty-five and am married to a man named John, who is ten years older than me."
"Does he give you enough prick?"
"No one man could give me all I want, but I am always prepared to let a nice-looking boy like you try. I suppose you have a girl, though?" she queried.
Colin's hands were now roving over her breasts and sending shivers of delight through her body.
"Yes. My girl's name is Linda. She is sixteen and very beautiful but far too goody-goody for my liking," said the boy.
"In what way?" enquired Marion.
"Oh, she rarely smokes, will not drink and does not like bad language; in other words she is a square."
"How about sex?"
"Now and again she jerks me off and lets me frig her but I have only fucked her once; about two weeks ago and I had to force her.
"She cried like a baby and would only see me again on the understanding that I would never try to have sex again. That's why I am in here this afternoon because I am seeing her tonight."
The boy stopped his manipulations on her body and, digging into his pocket, offered Marion a cigarette. Both lit up and Marion said, "Look, would you like to have a sex session with me? I can promise you that I am no good girl; I am very bad."
"That's exactly what I need, a bad woman," laughed Colin. "When can we meet?"
"Well, my husband knows that I like a strong young boy to service me, but he does not mind as long as he can have a young girl to amuse him." As she spoke Marion let her hand rove over to Colin's lap and gripped the bulge of his prick firmly through his trousers. She took a deep long drag on her cigarette then, still caressing the growing bulge in his trousers, said, "How would you feel about bringing your girl Linda around to our place tonight and allowing my husband John to give her some sexual education while you and I have our fun?"
"You mean let your husband fuck her?" gasped Colin horrified at the thought.
"Yes. While you fuck me. Imagine how exciting it would be for us to see your good little girlfriend taking my husband's big prick while we enjoy a real good fucking. I bet she would not be so square and sex shy after that," encouraged Marion.
"But she would never let him do it," gasped the boy.
"All the better, then he will have to do what you did and rape her."
The idea of seeing Linda take it from a man while Colin screwed his wife began to appeal to him. Before he left the movie he had agreed to take his girl to the Wade's home that evening.
Later that night after dinner she looked at John, her husband, and said, "Darling, I met a very nice boy of about eighteen today in the cinema." John smiled, aware of his wife's sexual appetite for young boys.
"He is coming here tonight and he tells me that he has a beautiful sex-shy sixteen-year-old girlfriend that he is bringing along for you."
Later John went out to replenish supplies of cigarettes and drinks. A little later the door bell rang and John opened the door to find the couple waiting. "Ah, come in. You must be Colin and Linda," he beamed.
His lustful eyes surveyed the gorgeous young creature with the good-looking boy. She looked older than sixteen because her body was that of a fully-developed woman. She wore no make-up and looked very sweet and innocent as she stood shyly being introduced to his wife. While Marion hung up their coats, John took the youth to one side and said, "Get your girl to take some drinks and make her happy."
The four seated themselves facing each other.
"Help yourselves to whatever you want," John invited them. He poured two large glasses of whisky for Marion and himself.
Marion swallowed her whisky as if it were water and looked with disgust at the girl saying, "Come on, love, don't be a spoil sport; live a little." Slowly Linda raised her glass to her lips and sipped it. She had tasted several types of drink before and thought them awful. However the sweet warming taste of this was quite pleasant. She sipped a little more then put the glass down.
John began to tell jokes which at first were quite clean; Linda sipped steadily at the large glass before her and was soon laughing loud at the jokes. Then Marion began to tell a few rather dirty ones which would normally have shocked the young girl but the warm glow spreading inside her made her want to laugh.
Her glass was soon empty and Colin asked if she wanted another drink. She nodded and once more her glass was filled with the potent liquor. Marion whispered something to John and he got up and took a small glass vial from the drawer. The vial contained a powerful aphrodisiac drug designed to stimulate sexual hunger in even the most frigid female. He took Linda's drink and emptied the entire contents into it. The girl was busy lighting the cigarette Colin had just given her and noticed nothing.
As she sipped her new drink, John asked if they would care to see a little film. They agreed and John fitted up a small screen, explaining that it lasted only fifteen minutes.
Colin got up and crossed to Marion. Linda, her senses a little befuddled with drink, looked up in surprise as John sat down beside her. Then the film started and claimed all the attention.
It was quite dirty and also very comical and suggestive. She was soon laughing at the antics of the man who had gotten inside a nudist colony by mistake.
John took hold of her half-filled glass and raising it her lips, whispered, "Come on, Linda, let's see you finish your drink." The girl giggled drunkenly and began to drink from the raised glass. She drained it and John glanced across at the sofa. In the dim fight he could see his wife's hands busy caressing the boy's lap while Colin's hands were thrust inside the bodice of Marion's dress.
The film ended and when John snapped on the light Linda saw a scene which made her gasp. Marion had Colin's prick in her hand while he had his hand up her skirt. Before she could object John joined her and said, "Look at your boy friend enjoying himself with my wife." Then, as they watched, the couple rose and began hurriedly to undress.
Linda called out, "Colin are you mad, what are you doing?"
The boy, now stark-naked, his stiff throbbing prick sticking out in front of him, surveyed Marion's curvaceous nude body and replied, "I am going to fuck this woman. Fuck her like you won't let me fuck you."
As if in a dream Linda saw her boyfriend throw himself on the woman, saw her hand grasp and guide his prick to the target between her legs and heard her gasp of lustful pleasure as his prick rammed home. John who always derived considerable pleasure from seeing his wife fucked by someone else watched as her body bucked and thrust wantonly on the boy's driving, fucking cock.
The couple fucked madly and they both reached their climax together. As Colin pulled his limp prick from Marion's come-soaked cunt he looked across at John and said, "Your wife is a great fuck. Now I want to see you fuck my girl." Linda got to her feet but her legs collapsed and she screamed in terror as she saw John stripping.
Marion told Colin to hold Linda and she began to undress the terrified girl. In spite of Linda's struggles they soon had her naked and she screamed as she saw the big prick that was going to rape her. She was crying as Colin held her shoulders to the floor and Marion put a cushion under her ass, thus making her cunt easier to penetrate. The struggles ceased as John eagerly bent over the beautiful body of the prostrate teenager.
He showed no consideration for his victim, for, as his wife parted the girl's cunt lips, he drove his prick hard and deep into the young tender cunt. The scream of agony from her lips told them that the prick had penetrated deep and with one great lunge John drove the remainder of his prick up her. His balls were now against her cunt lips and Colin's prick had grown stiff and erect as he surveyed the delightful scene. "Go on, John, fuck her!" he yelled. "Fuck her to pieces; make her appreciate what a real fucking is.
As he spoke the man began to lunge in and out, fucking slowly at first and feeling the tightness of her cunt gripping his prick. Colin and Marion watched excitedly, bending down to get a better view. As the speed of the fuck increased, low moans came from the girl's lips. Then her body began to move with him as pleasure replaced the pain. Linda could not understand her feelings; she was being raped yet she was unable to control the urge to respond.
"Look, she is enjoying it," screamed Colin as he saw her body thrusting up to meet John's wild lunges.
Marion threw herself on the floor by Linda's side and cried, "Fuck me, Colin!" He was ready and willing and side by side with Linda and John, they fucked madly.
The girl screamed with pleasure as she felt her own climax erupt. Then hot searing come was being fed into her, spattering against the deepest confines of her cunt.
Slowly the four disentangled themselves, John helping Linda to the sofa and sitting beside her. Silently he poured out four generous drinks, handing one to each of the other three. Linda took the glass from him without a word, her hand trembling slightly.
Colin who had gone to sit with Marion, sneered across at the girl. "You seemed to enjoy that raping you just got from John." Linda did not reply and he continued. "Well perhaps you will not be so fucking moral now that you have been raped twice."
Meanwhile Marion was trying hard to restore Colin's prick to its former stiffness.
"Want a smoke?" asked John, handing the young girl his pack.
Linda selected one and lit it. John decided to take advantage of her position and he let one of his hands stray over and fondle her firm breasts. He half expected her to push his hand away, but, apart from drawing deeply on her cigarette, she made no motion. Her next actions however made him gasp in astonishment; she drained her glass and put it down on the table then placed her cigarette between her lips. She then reached over with one hand and grabbed the hand John was not using and guided it to her still wet gash. She smiled at the man as he probed her cunt.
Simultaneously, she let her other hand rove over his body till she found his stiff prick; she let her fingers close around the hot stem.
Marion, now having her cunt violently frigged by Colin, told him to look, at his girlfriend. Linda saw him watching her and smiled. Marion said to Colin in a voice loud enough for all to hear, "How would you like me to amuse you next? Do you want to fuck my cunt again, or would you rather bugger me? Or do you want me to suck your cock for you?"
Colin said, "Will you suck me off? I have always wanted that."
With a perverted smile, Marion went on her knees before him and without any hesitation clamped her mouth around his knob and began to suck on his stiff prick. Colin was soon moaning and writhing in ecstasy at the wonderful feeling. Linda and John had stopped playing with each other and were watching the performance on the other couch.
"My wife loves cock sucking," commented John.
"What does she do when he comes?" whispered Linda, her voice filled with desire and lust.
"She drinks it. Just watch."
As he said this, Colin's body jerked in wild frenzy and they saw the cock kick in Marion's mouth. The swallowing sounds as she drank his come left them in no doubt as to where the juice was going and it was with obvious relish that she drained him dry. When she at last relinquished Colin's limp prick from her lips, it was clear she had enjoyed drinking his come for she was licking her lips rather like a cat does after drinking cream.
Marion poured herself a drink and lit a smoke while Colin, who had during the course of the evening now shot his load three times and drank a good deal, relaxed exhausted. John's wife came over to where Linda and he sat.
"Well, my husband likes being sucked off. Are you going to do it for him or should I?" she addressed the girl.
John got up from the sofa and Marion took his place beside the lovely girl. He stood before Linda, his big prick sticking out like a stiff throbbing pole directly in line with the sixteen-year-old's virgin mouth. Slowly he moved nearer so that the head of his knob could be felt by the girl and its purple dome-shaped knob was only a fraction of an inch away from her mouth.
"Go on girl, open your mouth and" take it," encouraged Marion.
Linda's mouth opened, then her lips set in a large O shape as she lowered them on to the prick knob. John pushed forward slightly so that half his prick buried itself inside her mouth.
"Now Linda, suck it like a lollipop," urged Marion.
Linda's eyes closed as she began to suck on the column of male prick. To her amazement she found she enjoyed the act and her lips tightened firmer around his prick as her head bobbed up and down. John then started to move in a slow fucking action.
"Any minute now you are going to have your mouth invaded by my husband's spunk," whispered Marion. "You must swallow it all."
Linda felt the cock stiffen in her mouth and tasted the first dribble of come as it erupted in her mouth. She glued her lips tighter around it and he forced his prick further in her mouth. Then come spurted into her mouth spattering against the back of her throat. Gallantly she began to swallow the hot sticky stuff. Again and again his prick fed spunk to her and greedily Linda gulped it down her throat. At last he had no more to offer and she let his limp prick slip from her mouth.
After this they all dressed, had a final drink, and promised to come again the following week.
On the bus Colin asked Linda if she was glad she had gone to the Wade's house.
Linda smiled. "Yes and I promise in future I will be a different girl." Later as they walked home Linda asked Colin what he was doing the following evening.
"Oh it's the gang's party night so I won't be able to see you."
"Can I go with you?" she asked.
"No, it goes on all night and it's very wild," replied Colin.
"Well I will tell my parents I am staying with a friend. They won't bother me."
So the following night Colin waited in the cafe on the corner for Linda. The door opened and a girl entered who at first he did not recognize as his girlfriend. She wore a tight fitting low cut red satin dress which showed off every curve of her young body. Her jet black hair hung loose about her shoulders. Black fishnet nylons and stiletto shoes adorned her legs and feet.
But the most startling change was in her face for it was now heavily plastered with exotic paint. Long false eyelashes, eye shadow, mascara and her heavily painted lips and purple glistening nails made her look older and quite brazen. She sat beside him smiling as he recovered his breath.
"God, you look fantastic," he said.
"Let's go then," she answered.
"I'll just get some cigarettes first," he said.
CHAPTER TWO
They arrived at the party a little late. Once inside Colin introduced Linda to the other boys and girls.
She was greeted enthusiastically by the dozen or so youths present and quite coolly by the four other girls, none of whom could compare with her. Colin recognized them as the usual four that they all shared on party nights. All the boys seemed to be devouring Linda with their eyes. The couple sat down and were at once joined by Mark, a tall muscular twenty-year-old who was leader of the gang.
Colin was scared of him and had no wish to cross him. "What can I get you two to drink?" he questioned, his hot lust-filled eyes on Linda.
"Whatever you can offer will do," smiled Linda, adding "as long as there's lots of it."
He brought over a bottle of brandy and filled three glasses. Then he asked if they would be staying the night and showed his pleasure when they said they would be. They talked pleasantly for an hour as Mark plied Linda with the strong liquor.
"How's it going, Mark, with the sex bomb? Do you think any of us will make her tonight?" one of the guys whispered.
"Oh, she will go down alright if only we can get rid of that silly twat Colin."
Mark told Bob, a colored youth, to go and tell Colin he wanted to see him. Then he told another lad to bring Helen.
Colin came back with Bob and looked nervously at the group. Mark eyed the boy coolly and said, "Listen, you have done very well in finding such a gorgeous piece as Linda but in the past, like everyone else here, you have shared our girls and now you cannot stop us from trying to make yours."
The other voices made sounds of approval. Mark spoke next to Helen, the fat cow who had joined them and said, "I want you to take care of Colin tonight while we do the same for Linda." Colin had no option but to agree. Linda stubbed out her cigarette and then saw Colin and Helen sit together across the other side of the room and felt anger at him for deserting her.
Mark came across. "Hello, has your boy friend found someone else?" Linda was a little drunk but still gulped at the drink he poured out. Mark sat beside her and slipped his arm around her shoulders.
"Never mind, a lovely girl like you will be able to get a man anytime."
"Can I try a reefer?" asked Linda, anxious to obtain some form of revenge against Colin.
At first she did not like it at all, but gradually it made her feel gay and lightheaded. People were beginning to get very drunk and Linda herself was no exception for she now had difficulty seeing straight and her words were slurred when she spoke. Mark began to caress and fondle her breasts openly through her dress. She could not see any of the other four girls at all and asked where they had gone.
"Well, we have several bedrooms and I would guess they are being fucked in them. How about you and me finding one?" he asked Linda.
She thought of Colin and the fat blond. "Alright," she agreed, "let's go."
As he guided her across the floor, the others winked and nodded their approval. The bed was large and he helped her to undress. She had hardly time to prepare herself for him when he was between her parted thighs, his solid prick forcing its way deep into her cunt.
He was good and before he came, she had three wonderful orgasms.
"You are a great fuck," he said. "Now go and enjoy yourself with the others for a while and I will see you later."
Ten minutes later she emerged from the bedroom staggering a little and returned to the room to find the other girls and boys all naked. A couple were fucking on the floor and she recognized them as Colin and the fat blonde. Someone grabbed her arm and took her to a corner. It was the black boy, Bob.
"Come on baby, get undressed," he urged.
She did as he requested, then turned in all her nude loveliness to him and saw his big black prick. She reached out for it and, then, moaning softly, spread-eagled herself on the floor in front of him. He buried the knob in her young cunt and she struggled to impale herself more on his black prick.
"Go on," she murmured sensuously, "put it all into me, all of it."
Gradually he forced it all into her. Then he began to fuck and she responded superbly, moving her body with him. She began to do something she had never done or dreamed she ever would do before.
She moaned, "Oh yes, fuck me . . . go on, fuck me to pieces with your big black prick."
She found that by mouthing the obscene words she got perverted thrills. At last his hot come jetted into her and she collapsed in ecstasy. She got on the chair her thighs wet and sticky, her gash soaking. Mark came over and gave her another reefer. She accepted a light and then blowing out the acrid smoke said, "Tell your friends that I am now ready to entertain them in any way they like."
Mark smiled and, returning to the group of naked men by the bar, he pointed to the dark corner where Linda was seated.
"Bob and I have both fucked the young girl Colin brought. Why don't some of you try your luck now?"
Colin was now very drunk and started to make a feeble protest. "Take it easy Mark, she's only sixteen, you know."
Bob replied, "Well, she's the best fuck I have had and she loves it."
Ken, an ugly thickset youth of Colin's age, said, "I'll go over and see if she likes my prick."
"Mind if I come as well?" asked Terry.
"No come on, she can suck one of us while the other fucks her."
The two youths went over to Linda. She stubbed out her reefer and said, "I am a little high and drunk."
"Yes, well how about letting me have some of what you have already let Mark and Bob have?" asked Ken.
Linda eyed his small but erect prick and said, "OK, how do you want it?" She actually meant in what position he wanted to have her in and was shocked when the youth replied, "Ever been buggered up your asshole?"
The girl said uncertainly, "Do you mean you want to fuck my ass?"
"Of course, I prefer fucking girls assholes and am quite good at it."
"No, please, I don't think I would like it," she said feebly as he sat down by her side.
"Of course you will. Here, get over the arm of this couch with your legs out and your ass in the air," Ken instructed the naked girl.
Linda was grabbed by the two youths and though struggling, was too weak to resist. Her virgin ass now was draped over the arm of the chair and easily accessible. Linda felt the cheeks of her ass parted and Terry rubbed his fingers in the come of her cunt and began to lubricate her rosebud anus with it. Linda's body contracted as she felt his finger force its way up her ass.
She began to sob silently. Then she felt the heat of the other boy's cock at the entrance to her anus. Even though his cock was quite small, it hurt terribly as he inch by inch drove it up into her. Then he began to move inside her and at first she was aware only of pain, humiliation and a terrible feeling of sickness inside her. It was several minutes before she began to experience a strange painful but distinct pleasure. Then her ass began to move in unison with his piston-ing prick and Terry, seeing this, went around to where Linda's head lay across the other arm of the chair. He had quite a nice-sized prick and it was stiff.
"See, it's not bad having your ass fucked after all, is it? Here give me a blow job while you wait for Ken to shoot his come in your little shit-box," he muttered.
He stuck his prick in her face and aimed the knob at her lavishly painted lips. Linda, with a moan, sucked as much as she could into her mouth then began to bob her head up and down on it. To her surprise she felt her own flood gates open even though her cunt was not being stimulated.
Terry had never experienced anything like the sucking he was getting from this cock sucking beautiful teenager. "I am coming, Linda," he moaned.
Fascinated he watched the girl gulp his come greedily, rolling it around her mouth. She continued to suck till he was drained, then when,he had let his shrunken tool fall from her lips, she yelled in ecstasy as Ken fed his come into her bowels. It felt even better than having it up her cunt and she almost fainted with pleasure.
Ken and Terry went back to the rest of the gang as Colin was in the act of pulling his prick out of the fat blonde's cunt having shot his spunk into her for the second time that night. He looked at the two youths. "Well, did you give her a good time?"
Terry grinned. "She sucked me off, but boy what she did for Ken."
"What?" asked Colin mystified.
Ken pointed to his now limp prick on which could clearly be seen brown stains of shit. "Well, she knows what its like to be buggered now as well as fucked," Ken grinned.
At that moment Linda, staggering a little, returned to the room. She came toward the group of young men, a perverted smile of drunken lust on her pretty painted face.
"Somebody give me a smoke and a drink please," she asked.
Willing hands provided both. Then Mark, a smirk on his face, said, "Say boys, what do you say to us getting rid of the other four cows and then we can all give Linda here the kind of good time she needs?" All seemed to agree-even Colin-and Linda only smiled.
Ten minutes later the other four girls had been unceremoniously ejected and Linda was now the center of the youths' attention. She blew out a stream of smoke between her lips and went with them into a bedroom.
"Get on the bed," said Colin, now as eager as the others to help in any way he could in debauching his lovely sixteen-year-old girl friend. For the remainder of the night Linda got the come of all the youths in her cunt, ass, and throat-she took it gladly.
BOOK FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
Carter turned and looked at the lovely girl who had accompanied old Slazier into the cellar. The old devil had been right, she looked like a perfect angel and yet if what he had been told was true she was a whore. She could not have been more than seventeen and yet she eyed him with the appraising look of a mature woman.
She wore a beautiful cape in gleaming black polished rubber which her uncle was helping her to slip from her shapely but very slender shoulders. Beneath it, she wore a hip hugging sheath of a skirt in sheer black latex rubber. A gleaming metal zipper was visible at the side of the tight fitting waist and two smaller zippers gleamed down near the hem at each side.
Carter realized these additional zippers were to draw the skirt in to hug the thighs and make a perfectly clinging fit. A crisp white blouse covered the upper part of this charming girl and when she turned with her back to him Carter saw that the latex rubber skirt fitted her so well that the outline of her panties could be easily seen.
Apart from a mumbled word of greeting when they had first been introduced, the girl had not said a word. Now the seventeen-year-old girl stood near him clad only in her nylon stockings, a brief pair of rubber panties and a flimsy bra, the twin cups of which were frilled.
From under the rubber panties the tethered Carter could see just a sly stray dark curled hair of her pubes and as her uncle brought her nearer to him, Carter saw how wonderfully well developed she was for her age. The girl ran her cool hands over his shoulders and back, enjoying the feel of his nakedness.
"Feel him down the front as well if you want to," Slazier muttered to his excited niece. The cool hands moved around to the stomach of the heavily panting man. His muscles tightened at the soft caressing touch of the young girl's fingers.
She hesitated as her hands moved down his heaving stomach close to his genitals. It was the hand of Slazier on his niece's wrist that made the girl move her fingertips into the fringe of the old fellow's sexual hair. It was only natural that the penis so near began to jerk into a firmer stiffness until it reared like another arm of flesh from his belly. He was hoping the soft warm hands would actually caress his penis, but it was not to be.
Slazier, with a cruel laugh, pulled the girl away from the helpless tethered old man and handed her a wicked-looking whip. As soon as she took a firm hold on that instrument of cruel flagellation, she stepped back again close to the helpless man. At a word of command from her uncle she took hold of the man's still very erect penis in her left hand and held her right arm high, ready to bring the lashes of the whip down across his body.
"Play with him a bit dear," Slazier told her. "Make him nice and stiff; use that soft palm of yours, my sweet girl, before you use the whip."
Soft moans of pleasure came from Carter as the comparatively inexperienced handling of his tool thrilled him to the very core. His penis jerked and throbbed as it had not done for many years; that old devil Slazier was right-there was nothing like a very pretty girl and a whip to make an old man sexy again.
The white fingers of the girl agitated the firm throbbing length of sexual gristle until her uncle told her that she had given enough of that sort of pleasure-she must use the whip now. Carter thought she would stand away from him and whip his naked backside; the girl certainly stood a pace away from him but as soon as she raised her arm higher and took aim he saw that she was about to do a terrible thing to him.
"Stop her, Slazier; stop her, you swine," old Carter cried out. "She's aiming at my cock, she'll hit my prick if she's not careful. She'll . . . no . . . no . . . no . . . NO . . . "
Slazier had no intention of stopping his young niece. He saw the gleam in her eyes as she brought the lashes down so that they struck and caressed around the firm barrel of the old man's firmly erected penis. As the screams died down the old man closed his eyes and for a moment Slazier thought the pain may have been too much for him. He looked as if he might pass out.
The girl had no such qualms. Her arm rose, the whip fell . . . swisshhhhhhhhhh . . . the slender lashes again brought acute shooting pains to the virile prick of the old fellow. This second blow caused such spasms of pain and strange pleasure, it had the effect of bringing old Carter back to his senses.
Another cruel blow, another and another . . . by the seventh rising and falling of that white slender arm holding the cruel whip the once proud tool of Carter was bleeding and limp.
Fearing she might do him some real harm, Slazier took the whip from her, telling the flushed young girl to try and make Mr. Carter's lovely prick nice and big again. Carter sighed and groaned as the warm soft hands went to his lacerated and very sore cock. Slowly she fondled the full length of the limp finger of flesh. His groaning took on a more intense tone when very soon her fingers began to have an effect on his tool; the prick began to leap and jerk into some semblance of an erection again.
Slazier enjoyed watching his young and very pretty niece jerking this poor bleeding prick until it was fully aroused and very hard again.
"There Carter, you old rogue," Slazier said. "You loved being played with by a young teenager didn't you? Even if she did hurt your prick with the whip it was worth it wasn't it?"
Carter nodded. He felt exhausted in some strange way and stimulated as well. A tremor of sheer ecstasy went through him when he heard Slazier tell the girl to kneel down in front of the nice Mr. Carter and to continue to play with his big cock with both her hands. He was not prepared for what followed for Slazier now picked up the whip and standing a pace or so to the side and slightly to the rear of the tethered man he brought it down viciously across the backside of the old fellow.
Carter gave a scream, partly from the pain and partly from the shock of this attack. Two, three, four, five . . . six . . . times the whip rose and fell. Carter felt he could stand no more, then as the arm rose to prepare for the seventh pain-wracking blow to a new sensation pervaded his aroused senses-at a sign from her uncle the girl had taken the knob of Carter's prick into her warm mouth and was sucking him.
The seventh blow filled him with pain but the sheer ecstasy of that warm sucking mouth engulfing his prick head helped him to bear the pain. Uncle and niece had clearly been through what was to happen for as the blows of the whip became harder, so the warm sucking mouth worked more urgently to thrill the old man. The mixture of pain and pleasure kept Carter fully aroused and aware of his pleasure. That lovely girl with her mouth wide open, sucking as much of his cock down her throat as she could while her fingers toyed with his heavy balls, made him able to take any amount of painful punishment.
Carter was not the only one getting pleasure; both Slazier and his young niece were enjoying every moment of the session. The girl loved to feel his fat cock jerk in her mouth every time the lash brought sudden pain to the old fellow. Carter had been sucked many times in his long life of lechery but this was the first time he had been sucked while undergoing physical violence. The pain of the lashes seemed to accentuate the pleasure of the pretty girl's mouth over his inflamed tool.
Never had he known his prick to be so firmly stiff and strong as this gentle tantalizing mouth kept it. Then the moment he had been waiting for drew nearer. He saw Slazier throw down the whip; he heard the old fellow mutter, "Milk him right off now dear with your sweet mouth; milk him and swallow all his juice. It will do you good."
The fingers of the girl drew the foreskin back more so that it was painfully taut; the mouth now sucked avidly. So avidly that twenty seconds was enough to have old Carter moaning and gasping in lustful ecstasy as his hot come was "milked" from him by that lovely teenager's mouth
Carter watched Slazier take his niece from the cellar. Never had he felt quite so satisfied. Even the best fuck he had ever had could not compare with the thrilling joy he had just experienced. A few minutes later Slazier returned alone to untie Carter's hands and to help him dress.
BOOK FIVE
CHAPTER ONE
When she was well into her teens, and out of school, Wendy became intensely interested in sex! She had found the subject engrossing when discussing it with the other girls at school, but had always somehow avoided any real experimentation-perhaps from lack of opportunity more than through any excess of moral fiber-as it was a very select school for young ladies where they had little or no contact with boys.
On several of her vacations at home, her older brother, Stephen, seemed to be the personification of masculinity to her. Academically, he was not one half as brilliant as she was, but he was earning a very good living, spending most of his time on an off-shore drilling rig at sea-and only coming home on infrequent leaves.
After she had left school, Wendy worked away from home, and only spent an occasional weekend there. She shared a flat in town with three other girls in similar circumstances, and somehow the ever present risk of someone coming in barred any of them from going too far with the many boys that they petted. Wendy's interest in sexual matters was whipped up to a fever pitch by this frequent stimulation without orgasm.
Then, when she was eighteen, she planned to spend the summer holidays at her parents' house. She got a letter from Hazel, an old school chum with whom she had had many a furtive and thrilling discussion of sex in the dorm!
Even as she was thinking of answering the letter, her father told her that her brother was coming home for a few days-and they were going to have to go away-so she would have to look after him!
This gave her a great idea. Why not invite Hazel to join them? Anything could happen-and with her old crony to back her up, she could dare much more than on her own!
Quickly she wrote the letter, and got an answer from the other girl accepting the invitation, and promising to come the following day-on the very day that Stephen arrived.
Stephen had just completed a double shift on the rig and there was that speculative, interested look in his eyes as he looked over his sister's plumply rounded, feminine form.
Once their parents were gone, she got some lunch ready for them, and as she bustled around between the kitchen and living room, and bent forwards to reach over the table and lay the plates, she felt her brother's eyes on her, almost burning through her gingham frock.
His interest did something to her, and she felt her nipples stiffening inside her bra. A warm glow built up down deep in her belly!
Over the meal, they talked of inconsequential things until she asked him if the men on the rig didn't get all frustrated being so long away from women.
This was a subject on which he could wax eloquent, and he was still talking of it-and the wonderful collection of pin-ups that some of them possessed-as they moved to the easy chairs with their coffee.
Listening, and very interested, Wendy deliberately swung her legs up over the arm of her chair, ignoring the fact that her brief frock fell back to reveal the tops of long nylons.
His eyes fastened on this feast of female charms, and she saw him shifting in his chair as his own sexual characteristics reacted to this provocation! His reaction to her display made her all the more interested, and she squirmed on the cushion, to insure that her frock rode even higher until he had a glimpse of the frills of lace around the leg holes of her panties, and the sheen of the tautly stretched nylon as it clung to her generous curves!
His voice developed an eager tremor, and his eyes were glistening with the notions that were coursing through his head as he then told her, "Of course, some of the lads have got even more thrilling pictures than these pin-ups-like these!"
His hand rummaged inside the depths of the inside pocket of his jacket, then emerged with a rather dog-eared collection of post-card sized photos that he extended towards her in a diffident manner.
Glimpsing the top one, her heart missed a beat! They looked like the 'French' post-cards that she had heard about from the girls! Taking care not to disturb the display that she was affording him, she reached out, and got hold of the pack of cards.
She felt the hot fluid flush deep in her loins, and then she was concentrating on the cards with her free hand going down to where her frock exposed the bulging front of her panties, down at the junction of her thighs. It rubbed gently at the swelling mound at the base of her belly!
As he saw this, her brother was unable to control himself, and his hand stole down to press against the now bulging front of his trousers! They were launched on the road of sexuality now and neither of them wanted to turn back!
As Wendy went through the naughty cards for the second time, with her thighs parting, and her fingers now rubbing down in between the measing to some extent the itch of her aroused sex and stimulating him even further-he slowly rose, and came to take her other hand.
Wendy was drawn to her feet and led over to the sofa, her frock falling down over her thighs again! On the sofa he laid her back against one of the arms, and perched on the edge of the cushions beside her softly plump hip. Then she was looking at those thrilling photos again and he was gently pushing back her frock. His masculine fingers were sending sex thrills coursing along her nervous system as they strayed over the tops of her taut nylons and then gently rubbed her swelling mount.
While one hand was rubbing and stroking over the pouting lips through the skimpy material, the other was unbuttoning his trousers to drag out his huge cock.
Wendy's hand went down and she thrilled to the hot hardness of the column of flesh as her fingers lovingly wrapped around it. Despite her aroused state, she still retained some of her notions. "Oh! Stephen, this is lovely-but-well . . . we are brother and sister! Will it be all right is we just play around? I don't think you should actually put it into me-although I would love to try and take such a wonderful, virile cock," she moaned.
Her fingers tightened on their captive, and then began pumping slowly up and down. Stephen was so delighted to be obtaining such satisfaction that his protests were only very superficial.
"I must fuck you, Wendy! But if you keep on pulling it like you are-that will relieve the tension a bit!"
Wendy's fingers started to pump up and down with enthusiasm as she confided, "Hazel, my oldest and best pal from school will arrive tomorrow, and I am sure that I can get her to let you fuck her. Take my panties down and frig me."
Half a loaf was better than none, and the fingers on his prick were producing very enthralling and satisfying feelings so Stephen quickly drew down the front of the waist-band of his sister's panties and slipped his hand in between her eagerly opened legs. He rubbed a fingertip over the passion inflamed and swollen lips of her cunt as she jerked at his throbbing jerking cock!
It was not long before both of them were coming, and although for Wendy this merely meant wet thighs, his come spattered all over the place. She got a cloth to clean up as she cleared the table, feeling relieved and much more optimistic about the coming weekend with Hazel.
Stephen wanted to meet the train, but Wendy told him that he had better remain at home. She wanted to have a chance to talk with Hazel and explain the situation.
Hazel seemed very pleased to see her, and they embraced. Then they adjourned to a nearby tearoom for a cup of tea and a chat before they went to the house. Over this cup of tea, Wendy sounded Hazel out, and found that her friend was still very keen on all sexual matters. Then she told her of her sex-starved brother who would be the only other occupant of the house for the next few days. This suited Hazel all right. In fact, she was impatient to meet this man.
When they arrived at the house they put Hazel's bags in her room, and then as they were returning to the ground floor, they heard Stephen call out to them from the sitting room. Entering, they found him stark naked and seated on the sofa.
After standing for a moment and staring at him -then looking at each other-the two girls quickly stripped and dived at him. Carrying him backwards with them, they sprawled on top of him, his mouth going to his sister's nearest nipple, and his hands busy with the four well developed tits that were pressing down onto him as he lay there!
Wendy's passions were quickly aroused and her nipples were thrusting out, rigid, erect, and throbbing with arousal as his lips and tongue teased them skillfully.
The girls were squriming over him, and could feel the hot hard length of his big prick rearing up between them. They pressed closer to each other to trap it tightly between their hips in order to get him aroused further. After a little of this treatment, Stephen gave a groan, and then he grabbed Hazel to him, pulling her farther over his prone form, and displacing his sister until his rigid cock was pressed against the yielding softness of her belly.
Wendy knew that he was about to fuck her school friend and didn't resent being displaced. She just became determined to assist him in this in every way possible.
Hazel was all for fucking and soon parted her thighs, dragging her knees in under her on each side of him, and raising her crotch over him, while Wendy, now crouching beside the sofa, adjusted the position and angle of the throbbing cock so that it pressed against Hazel's cunt lips. With a wiggle of her hips to position it in the entrance to her vagina, Hazel let her leg muscles relax and her weight pressed her down onto the rampant tool. Then it was forced up into her.
With a glad cry, she pressed down harder and thrilled to the feel of it stretching her cunt walls. It was driven deeper and deeper until the distended gland at its tip was grinding against the entrance to her womb.
The feel of this tight, hot organ grasping his prick was enough to inspire Stephen. His hips rose up under the girl and then fell back against the cushions, producing a movement that drew his prick down a couple of inches of it's fat length, then drove it home into her.
Hazel quickly recognized the rhythm of his moves, and suited her own to them. Soon they were fucking away in fine style with Wendy closing in, her head down close to the junction of their bodies, watching the shiny piston as it came out and rammed home. One hand was under his leg, to gently squeeze at the twin, firm balls in his scrotum, and the other was up to her own tits, fingering them to keep her own passion at a fever pitch.
The pace was too furious to be prolonged and in a matter of minutes Hazel's hips were gyrating and grinding in a peculiar and thrilling tempo, and she was inundating the knob of his cock with her fluid. Her hot flood started him off, so that his balls contracted convulsively in Wendy's grip and his come shot deep inside Hazel's well-fucked cunt.
With a shuddering sigh, Hazel collapsed on top of him, panting. He just lay there-a serene grin around his lips as he felt his prick lose it's tension. After a while the thrilling cunt that contained his prick started to move again and gradually expelled the soft, and shrinking tool.
With a contented sigh, she raised her hips and rolled herself off him. She stood up on slightly tremulous legs, and put a hand down to her palpitating and oozing pussy. With a muttered excuse, she headed off towards the toilet, clutching at herself, and with a contented smile wreathing her lips.
Left alone with her brother, Wendy looked at his shriveled, dangling penis, shiny with the internal secretions of her friend's cunt, and dropped to her knees to quickly clean it up with careful, gentle hands that made every wiping movement a caress.
CHAPTER TWO
Cleaned up, Hazel came back and Wendy introduced her formally to the man who had just given her a good fucking. Having shaken hands, Stephen told them that he had gotten some lunch ready.
It was a fantastic meal and seemed to do a lot towards restoring Stephen's interest in the girls, for by the time they were at the coffee stage, he was sneaking a hand across into their laps at every opportunity, or stroking one of the four well developed, and jutting bosoms that were displayed around him.
Wendy mentioned the photographs that he had shown her on the previous night and Hazel was most anxious to see them also. He got them out and they all enjoyed looking at the sexual activities displayed in them.
It was Hazel who first asked, "Why can't we take some like this ourselves-only even better? I have a camera in my bag that my father bought me-it has a flash attachment, and a delayed action on the shutter and everything!"
On this there was total agreement-the other two were just as keen on sex as she was and welcomed the notion with enthusiasm.
Hazel set up the camera, aimed it to cover the sofa where they had started their sexual adventures, and they took a posed shot of how the two girls had leaped onto Stephen. Everything seemed to go all right; the delay mechanism whirred busily away-then the flash fired-and Hazel quickly reloaded the flash gun, and wound the film.
"What shall we try now?" Hazel asked the question with her eyes, staring at Stephen's erect cock.
Stephen lay back and his prick reared up obscenely, like a totem pole of some primitive rite. "How about getting over that, then?" he smiled.
Hazel needed no second invitation. Wendy let go of the staff, and went over to check the camera.
Hazel was leaned forward. She fitted one leg rather awkwardly to try to get onto the sofa and over his cock at the same time. But Stephen stopped her. Reaching up as she leaned over him, he seized her huge tits that were pendant over him, and gave them a good two handed squeeze. Then he suggested, "Why not do it the other way-then the camera will see you better?"
Hazel looked a little puzzled and he explained.
"Turn around, and stand astride my hips, then squat down onto it!"
She was eager to try anything that would let her get his cock up into her. She didn't argue, but soon stood astride him and lowered herself, with Stephen supporting his cock with one hand and guiding it as her crotch descended towards the waiting prick head.
As the hot, hard rounded tip of the knob touched against the soft skin inside her groin, Hazel gave a gasp of delight and quickly changed her posture a little, so that as his cock was forced in between her outer cunt lips it was located accurately at, the entrance to her hole.
Now Stephen's hands came up and grasped her at the waist, supporting her, and guiding her efforts as she started to press down and take the cock deep up into her vagina.
When over half of it had disappeared from sight, Wendy cried, "Hold it like that for a minute!" She set the shutter mechanism running and ran back to sit beside them and be in the picture herself. The whirring stopped and the brilliant flash flared. Then they relaxed, and Hazel descended even further onto Stephen's cock, taking it all in!
"AAhhh! Lovely, darling! Oh! It's filling me right up to bursting point. Oh! What a lovely prick you have!" she screamed ecstatically.
With a heaving upsurge of his hips that produced a further gurgle of delight from the mounted girl, Stephen told her, "Well-ride it then! Fuck yourself on me and well see what we can do for you, you sexy little bugger!"
Conversation stopped at this point, and Wendy squatted beside them, her legs now open and a hand down in between them to frig at her cunt as she watched their efforts. Soon Hazel was bouncing up and down like a ping-pong ball. But this time they were not in such an aroused and impetuous state, and the fucking went on and on, until Wendy was on the point of coming. Then she saw the significant tightening of his balls, and the twitching and jerking of Hazel's belly that denoted that they were also approaching orgasm.
"Aagh! Your cunt's sucking me!" Stephen gasped as Hazel's internal muscles contracted and gripped along the length of his staff.
"Oh! Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! I'm going to come! Come on you horny bastard! Give it to me!" Hazel screamed. The obscene words blurted forth, and Hazel was leaping up off the prick and descending with a solid, meaty thud as her ass thumped onto his supporting thighs at the termination of each stroke.
Now Wendy began to come. And even as she did, she saw Stephen's balls tighten spasmodically and yield their sperm. Hazel slammed down tight over it and gave out gasping gurgles of delight as she spent feverishly. Time seemed to stand still. Then Wendy got up and went to the kitchen to fetch a bowl of warm water, a sponge and a towel.
As Hazel forced her tremulous legs to support her weight, and raised herself from the softening, dripping cock, Wendy moved in with her sponge and gently swabbed off this limp column of flaccid flesh and then softly wrapped it in the folds of the towel to dry it. On completion of this task, she planted a soft kiss on it's head, and turned her attention to her old school friend. She had her perch on a chair with her feet up on it's arms and she sponged out her well-fucked, and swollen-lipped cunt.
They changed places then, and Hazel washed Wendy's pussy for her. Then all were cleaned up, and they could relax and discuss this interesting and thrilling relationship that they were creating.
"Well," Hazel smiled. "That was great! Stephen has a real beauty of a cock! My cunt is still tingling! What can we do now? I would like to get one more picture-then that film will be finished, and I can develop it and reload the camera in case we recover in time to try some more games!"
Stephen looked over at her, his hand down in between his thighs and supporting his slack and well-used prick comfortingly. "Have you got another film here?"
"Oh! I'll have to get one!" Hazel bit her lower hp, then shrugged. "Well-by the time I do that, perhaps you two might have an idea!" She didn't fully dress, just putt her belt and nylons on, then a frock and shoes; she borrowed the keys of Wendy's car and left them.
Wendy got a bottle of Scotch from her father's wine cupboard and glasses. She poured out drinks for herself and her brother. By the time that Hazel returned they had discussed so many sexual possibilities that both of them were showing unmistakable signs of returning enthusiasm.
As she was handed her glass, Hazel asked, "Any nice thrilling ideas, darlings?"
Stephen stretched out on his back on the sofa with his head towards the camera as Wendy told her, "Yes, darling! You said that your cunt was still tingling and I have just given it a nice washing so how about letting Stephen get his tongue in it? That should stir up that tingling into something worthwhile!"
Hazel's eyes opened wide and she nodded with enthusiasm, her hair bobbing wildly. "Of course, darling! What a thrilling idea!"
At Stephen's gesture, she went over to where he lay and knelt astride his head. Then she bent forwards, right down until she was lying along his body in the opposite direction, and her head was nearing his swelling prick. Stephen's hands came up around her thighs, just above the nylon stockings, and grasped at the soft flesh and skin of the insides of her legs. His fingers stretched around until they drew open her cunt lips, and laid all the pearly inner parts of her cunt open to him. His head reared up, tongue protruding, and delved into these secret places.
Wendy set the camera running again, and came over to them, perching beside her brother's hip, and leaning forward over the prostrate girl, thrusting up her plump tits, and cuddling them as she watched her brother's mouth approach her school-friend's asshole.
Once the camera's flash gun had fired, she got up. But the other two were now eager about their tasks; Hazel had Stephen's knob in her greedy mouth, sucking and licking over it's sensitive tip as it swelled even further and began to take on a new stiffness under the combined influence of her sucking it and the pleasure his tongue was getting out of licking her cunt.
Once Wendy saw how enthusiastically they were setting to work on this 'seixante-neufe' mutual mouthing, she returned to them, and threw herself into the fray. Her left hand reached back and played with her brother's slowly tightening balls, and her right hand was groping around, over the raised ass of her friend. Then one finger was pressing urgently against the little ring of wrinkled muscle that guarded the entrance to Hazel's asshole. Pressing against her anus, Wendy's finger soon effected an entrance. The rearing, heaving response of the girl's ass over her brother's face was sufficient to tell her how effective this assistance was and she started to thrust deeper, then pump in and out, ramming two knuckles in and out with a steady, thrilling rhythm that set Hazel off.
Somehow, despite the two fucks that he had already had that day, Stephen was coming toward that point where he cared about nothing except coming again. Hazel's ass was gyrating madly over his probing tongue and sucking mouth, and her own mouth was doing everything she could imagine, even biting gently in between sucks, and licking at his cock.
Wendy precipitated the final moment. She thrust the whole length of her stiff finger deep up inside Hazel's ass and squeezed at her brother's balls.
The heap of naked forms heaved and all of them came. Even Wendy, who had only been assisting them-as she saw that they were coming -her own nature boiled over in sympathy, and she felt her cunt contract and that, now familiar, hot flood start deep in her belly.
This finished them all of for a while, and it was some time before they even broke apart. Wendy withdrew her finger from Hazel's ass and Hazel lifted her head off the spent prick. She moved her juicy cunt from Stephen's mouth.
At last the poor lad could breathe freely again, although he seemed to be reluctant to part with the thrilling gag that had been smothering him.
Getting organized, they again cleaned off their sexual organs.
CHAPTER THREE
Wendy was awakened in the morning by Hazel coming into her room, naked, and asking, "Do you think I should go down and make tea? And do you think I should get dressed?"
Wendy shook her head. "Hardly-either! Let that lazy fucker of a brother of mine get the tea-come in!"
She held up the bedclothes and her nude friend slipped into the bed with her. Their naked bodies were soon cuddled tightly together, drawing warmth and thrills from the sensuality of the contact. Indeed they were kissing and caressing-well on the way to a Lesbian affair-when the door opened and the naked form of Stephen came in. "Ha! So there you are! You lazy pair of cows! Where's my tea?"
Wendy chuckled, and tossed the sheets back to afford him an unrestricted view of their two nude forms. "Can't you think of anything but tea at a time like this, brother dear?"
The prick that had been dangling before his loins started to rise and thrust forward, and he started toward the two prone figures, but his sister stopped him again. "Go and set the camera up first, darling-Hazel has reloaded it!"
Nursing his aroused cock in one hand, Stephen set up the camera to cover where the two girls lay, and then he was allowed to join them. His sister pressed her hands to the sides of her huge breasts, thrusting them up invitingly, and suggested, "Come and put that huge cock of yours in here-and I'll get it up as you've never had it up before!"
This was an invitation that Stephen was not going to turn down, and with a bound he was with them on the bed, straddling his sister's body, and letting his extended cock fall into the soft valley between her waiting breasts. Hazel squirmed closer, and, as he pushed the cock to and fro in between his sister's tits, he leaned over far enough to get his mouth on one of Hazel's standing nipples.
Now Wendy began to press the masses of soft mammary flesh up close over the phallic instrument lying in between them. At the maximum forward thrust of his cock, the ruby knob emerged in startling contrast to the milky flesh that enshrouded it. And it was not long before he was getting really worked up.
A small drop of colorless fluid emerged from the tip, and he was really fucking to and fro in that soft crevice between his sister's plump, soft tits.
Hazel, aroused by the nuzzling and sucking at her breasts now threw her outer leg up over him, and was jamming her itching twat against his hip as he fucked away at his sister's tits.
Soon Stephen was unable to restrain himself any longer and his come was spurting forth, over his sister's throat and bosom, and splashing up onto her face. They broke apart, with his prick losing all it's tension and stature. The two girls were thrilled, but unsatisfied.
"You go and make the tea-we'll clean up here!" Wendy told her brother, and he-holding his soft and spent cock in one hand-climbed off the bed and disappeared.
"Now, darling! Come here!"
The girls turned to each other, embraced, and kissed. Then they were thrusting their tits against each other's, then squirming around until they were lying on their sides, facing each other, but head to tail, with their upper thighs rising to allow two eager faces to dive in underneath each other's crotches. Two eager mouths were at work on two aroused cunts, with nothing but the squishy sounds of this female '69' breaking the silence of the bedroom.
It wasn't long before they both came-and then broke apart, sated, and ready for tea.
A few minutes later, Stephen appeared with the tray, and the wicked suggestion, "Well, girls, someone has got to get dressed today-to have the pictures developed."
"I suppose that it had better be me," frowned Hazel.
Sitting up on the edge of her bed, Wendy agreed, telling her, "I can make lunch and perhaps I might even get this lazy prick to help me!"
This started a slight scuffle that ended with a ringing, explosive slap, and a squeal from Wendy as her brother's large hand made stinging contact with her naked rump. Stephen and Wendy disappeared, nude and giggling towards the kitchen, and Hazel went to her own room to get dressed for the trip into the little town.
Once she had driven off, the brother and sister set to work, washing all the used glasses, cups and plates. Then they set to work, preparing vegetables, and laying the foundation for their lunch. By the time that Hazel returned with the packages, they had everything ready, and while they put away the groceries and started the cooking, Hazel went up and covered the bathroom window to set to work printing her precious negatives.
When they called her for her lunch, she had a rather smug, self-satisfied expression, but wouldn't tell them anything about the results, saying that they would have to wait and see.
"By the time we finish lunch the prints will be dry!" With this they had to be content, and all of them were unconsciously eating a little faster-anticipating the treats in store once the meal had been disposed of. Eventually the table was cleared, and Stephen went and brought in the coffee.
Hazel went upstairs, and as the coffee cups were placed around, she spread out the prints on the table. They all agreed that they were certainly thrilling shots and that they must get as many more as they could.
The two girls went to the kitchen and did the dishes. By the time the they returned, Stephen was supporting a respectable hard-on with one hand as he picked up the prints with the other, and increased the horniness of his tool by looking them over again as his hand slid gently up and down the length of the standing column of turgid flesh.
Without a word, Hazel went over to the armchair he was seated in, and knelt astride him on the arms, telling him, "Now! Stop playing with that lovely cock of yours and play with my cunt for a change-Wendy will look after your prick for you!"
As Stephen transferred the attentions of his hand to her cunt, Wendy quickly moved in to crouch before the chair and stoke his prick. By the time she had it pulsating and jerking, he had the juices flowing in Hazel, and she was moaning with pleasure as his fingers dug into her gash and rubbed at all the moist and sensitive surfaces.
They didn't want to wait any longer and Hazel lifted herself slightly, then slipped down so that her knees were beside his hips on the cushion. Wendy's hand came up and spread the cunt lips even wider as her other hand guided the blindly seeking, distended head of her brother's cock to it's natural sheath.
"Ahh! Lovely! Now-shove it up me!" Hazel whined.
With a squirm of her hips, Hazel pressed down and took nearly half of the distended prick up into her in one long slow thrust, drawing a gasp of pleasure from Stephen. Her job completed, Wendy sat back on her haunches and watched intently as they went about it. Hazel rose and fell as her brother heaved and ground under her to make the most of every re-insertion of his penis.
It was not a very long fuck, but it was very intense. Both of them were rewarded with a simultaneous climax as he shot his spunk up into her flooding and spending cunt.
Wendy burst into spontaneous applause, and they looked around at her and grinned, acknowledging that they had pleased her with this display of lust. Getting up, she went and fetched the necessary things for cleaning up the cunt and the cock that had just afforded her such delight, and then she poured out drinks for them and passed the cigarettes around. When they had rested a little while, Wendy told them, "That was a waste of a good fuck really-you got straight at it and never even gave me time to get the camera out. We have a whole fresh roll of film to go!"
Hazel chuckled. "Well-the film will keep, but my cunt was just too hot to wait for anything. I had to get that beautiful prick of your brother's up into it, darling."
Wendy looked at them for a moment, then told the other girl, "Well, go and get the camera anyway, Hazel-and set it up. I'm sure we can find some sort of sexy picture to take, even if you have just finished fucking each other!"
While Hazel was getting the camera, checking the setting, and setting it up to cover the sofa as usual, Wendy reached over and started to gently play with her brother's inert and dangling prick, stroking it and then gripping it lightly to roll back the foreskin and reveal the rounded knob. Despite his recent experiences, it started to respond and swell up somewhat. Then she got onto her knees and squatted back onto her calves, and told him to stand on the sofa.
"Come, on-don't be shy! Come a bit closer -I want to get at that prick that Hazel is always saying is so wonderful!"
Stephen closed in, and his sister grabbed at the swelling cock, and pulled it towards her, then jerked gently at it. Her eyes missed no detail of it's construction and her tongue came out to flicker nervously along her lips.
"Ready, Hazel?"
Hazel assured her that the camera was ready and she opened her mouth and drew the prick towards it. Her brother realized her intentions, and his cock started to stiffen in anticipation. His left hand slipped down over her shoulder to squeeze at her left tit.
With the timer on the shutter release running, Hazel ran over to join them and quickly got onto her own hands and knees, then stooped low, her head darting down before the kneeling Wendy and her mouth heading for the groove between those plump thighs!
The flash flared, and then Wendy had the knob in her hot wet mouth, sucking away ardently, and letting Hazel push her thighs open and get her head in to lick at her cunt at the same time. This was lovely and she used all the techniques that she had ever heard of; licking over the tip of the knob, laving her tongue right around the flange behind it, then clamping her lips and thrusting her head up and down in a fucking motion while she sucked hard.
Hazel's tongue had now started to thrust in, deeper and deeper into Wendy's cleft. Hazel tasted the salty sweetness of this and now her tongue was thrusting out forcibly, driving up into the girl's vaginal opening. She could see the other girl's belly at point blank range, quivering with the thrills that her tongue was causing, and she strove to intensify these all the more.
Then Wendy came and the other girl pressed her lips close to the twitching open lips of Wendy's cunt to insure that none of the precious fluid escaped. In her ecstasy, Wendy bit onto the prick in her mouth and Stephen gave a jerk, gasping-but was triggered off by this unexpected action.
Wendy clamped tightly around the prick just below the flange of it's head, and sucked and swallowed valiantly, while her hand squeezed the staff. Then she finally squeezed at his balls until she was certain that there was no more of that delicious come. She released her brother and sank back, content with her part in the orgy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Hazel and Stephen went into town, leaving Wendy to her own devices. She set a mirror in front of her naked cunt and began to play with herself.
She found her eyes eagerly following the progress of her lower hand as it crept down among the sparse hairs, then delved in between her thighs. Then, thrilling visually to the sight of the frigging and feeling the contractions in her cunt as her fingers plunged in and out of it, she was lost to the rest of the world. Her whole being concentrated on viewing her pussy and the sensations in her belly-until the final moment-when the hot flooding came.
By the time she had cleaned up, adjusted her clothing again, it was after eight, and the others were due back at any time. She set the table with a snack, keeping a kettle simmering ready for tea, and awaited their return with some impatience.
It was not long before the car entered the drive. As she mashed the tea, she called out, "Tea's made! I'll be through with it in a minute!"
When she brought the teapot in, Wendy found that they had a strange piece of apparatus like a magic lantern on the table, and Hazel explained that it was an old horizontal enlarger with which she would be able to make some bigger prints of their photos. This raised the subject nearest to Wendy's heart, and she kept the talk on photography as they drank their tea and nibbled at the sandwiches she had prepared. Her brother knew what she was after all right, and once he had drained his cup, he stood up, and calmly started to strip off his clothes.
Wendy eagerly followed his lead and it was not long before Hazel was unfastening her frock, and peeling it up over her head, too.
With her clothes off, Wendy got the camera, and set it up. Stephen was already down to his short nylon socks and Hazel to her nylons, which were slipping down the twin columns of her legs as she removed her garter belt.
"Right on, Hazel! Get on the sofa!" smiled Wendy.
The other girl quickly scrambled into position, and Wendy checked the viewfinder as her brother approached the prostrate form with his swelling cock held out before him. Hazel obligingly opened up her legs. He was going to climb on top of her, but his sister told him, "Just get it in-then see if you can lay back, so that I can get a shot of your cock going into her cunt."
After some giggling and squirming, they man aged to get into something like the position Wendy had indicated. Wendy set the timer running, then dashed around to crouch beside the sofa on Hazel's left, and leaned over, squeezing her left tit, and pressing it's swollen tip against the softness of Hazel's belly as she thrust forth her tongue and licked at Hazel's right breast.
The flash fired, but Stephen was not going to be restrained any longer and swung back and drove his tumescent prick up into Hazel's open cunt. He rammed it to the hilt, then drew back and thrust home again.
Wendy's mouth fastened tightly onto Hazel's tit and she sucked and nibbled at it, scrubbing her own hard passion inflamed tit against the girl's belly. Her brother continued to fill that belly with his cock again and again, using a thrilling, rhythmic motion of his loins.
Hazel's hand slipped off the sofa and worked down to grope under Wendy. As she felt the girl's fingers slithering down over her belly, Wendy opened her thighs to let those fingers in, where they set to work, knowingly, and slyly.
In and out drove the prick, and up and down rubbed Hazel's fingers. Now Wendy was almost biting the flinty nipples and writhing on the other girl's hand. Her big soft buttocks jerked and ground to make the most of the fingers that played in her cunt.
Hazel came first and then the feel of her fluids on the knob of his cock set Stephen off! The spurting deep up inside her inspired the spending girl to thrust even harder into the cunt she was fingerfucking, and Wendy soon joined in the communal spending.
This had been a lovely affair for all three of them, and they were all feeling warm and relaxed in the afterglow of their efforts. They broke up, wiped themselves off, and Wendy poured out drinks for them. The spirits lit a glow in their bellies that soon revived their interest. Stephen looked up from Hazel's triangle of hairs that his eyes had been fixed on. "While we are getting our breaths, how about trying those negatives and seeing if you can blow them up with this." His gesture covered the contraption that still lay on the table, and Hazel agreed, rather reluctantly, dragging her eyes from his flaccid cock as it lay in between his thighs.
Taking the machine with her, she left them, and brother and sister moved onto the sofa, where they could slip an arm around each other's necks and cuddle. Their free hands roamed lightly over each other's naked bodies, but without any real revival. Wendy's ever-ready tits swelled out, and her big soft breasts tensed up, but she couldn't get him hard.
Hazel came back into the room with a self-satisfied grin as she told them, "Not bad at all! I've left them drying, but you can see them in a half hour. I think you will agree that they are much more interesting now that they are blown up!"
Now Stephen drained his glass quickly as Hazel sat by him and had both hands free, one down in between each pair of soft-skinned, rounded thighs, gently rubbing over each of their cunts.
CHAPTER FIVE
They decided to call it a day and get some sleep. They all took turns bathing while the others sat around the bathroom in the nude watching.
When Wendy awoke in the morning, it was quite early but she slipped from under the covers and went to the bathroom. After a quick shower she went down to make breakfast. While she was cooking there was a knock at the kitchen door. Opening it, she found the milkman and invited him in as she looked for her purse to pay him.
It was still quite early and she offered him a cup of tea, which he accepted. The outlines of her well-shaped and generously proportioned figure were accented by her bathrobe in a manner that made him excited.
As she sat at the kitchen table and poured out two cups of tea, Wendy felt his eyes on her, and thrilled to their warmth. She crossed her legs, letting the robe fall open right up her thigh and pretending not to notice the leg-show that she was giving him.
The man's eyes were riveted to the pale, rounded columns of her exposed thighs: he could see as far as it was possible to do without glimpsing her cunt and the sight transfixed his gaze in a manner that she could hardly fail to notice!
"Well! Do you approve of my legs?" she inquired.
Wendy's tone was teasing and her eyes challenged his, then dropped to his lap, fixing on the swelling bulge in the front of his pants.
He decided that boldness was the best policy. "Lovely legs you have-and I'll bet a lovely cunt at the top of them!"
Wendy smiled, then rose from her seat to turn her back on his, and slowly hoist her robe up her legs, until it was gathered around her waist and the whole of her backside from waist to ankles was revealed to him!
"Really? Now what do you think of it?" she asked.
He swallowed. Then got his voice back. "What a lovely ass. I'd love to belt that-either way!"
"What ways can you think of?"
"Either with my hand-or my cock . . . or both . . . in any order!"
Giving him a provocative smile over her shoulder, and still holding the robe around her waist, Wendy leaned forward and bent over the kitchen table, challenging him, "Come on then! What do you want to do first?"
For just a few seconds, he seemed to be taken aback and petrified by the prospect. Then he slowly got to his feet and approached her.
Wendy felt him approach. He stood close by her left hip and his hand came out to stroke slowly over her upturned and bare flesh, fondling the rounded, swelling contours of her buttocks and sending a vague thrill through her.
Seeing this, he told her, "Ah! You need this!" Then his hand left her bottom and returned to implant a fiery sting as he slapped it-hard!
With a gasp, she flinched, and started to rise, but his other hand descended on the bunched stuff of her robe and pinned her down as he gave her bottom another three good hard smacks.
Gasping, her buttocks on fire, Wendy heard the sharp rasp as a zipper was whipped down. Then, she felt the hot, hard touch of a cock against the softness of her stinging bottom. She moved her asscheeks apart so that it was lodged in between the outer lips of her cunt. She gasped again as he found the right spot and shoved-and she felt the pressure build up. Then her flesh yielded as the determined prick stretched open the inner lips and started to open up her passage.
Feeling a resistance, he thrust hard and she gave a sharp cry as a flame of pain flashed through her loins. Then he was in her; her virginity was a thing of the past, and after that first sharp pang she felt the thrills of a stiff cock opening and stretching her cunt for the first time.
Her tight virgin cunt worked so effectively on his prick that it was a short fucking but still it was sufficient to send her in orbit. This was the most ecstatic orgasm she had ever experienced.
After he had left, with a final stinging smack on her upturned and glowing rump, she still lay there, bent over the table, savoring her experiences. When she did pull herself together and looked around, she remembered the others and the tea. Re-boiling the kettle, she made a fresh pot, poured 'out three cups and went upstairs with them on a tray.
Calling Hazel and leaving her a cup of tea, she went on to her brother's room, and sat on the edge of his bed with her own cup and a hand under the sheets to play with his cock. She encouraged him, "Why don't we take the camera and go along to Hazel's room and start the day right. I want to make use of this lovely hard-on."
Stephen was game, and they went along with Wendy shedding her robe and picking up the camera.
Hazel had just gotten out of bed and was starting to put on her nylons. They erupted into her room and she grinned as she saw the standing tool and the camera in Wendy's hand.
"What a good idea, darlings! How shall we do it for this one?" she smiled.
Wendy went to the dressing table and started to set up the camera to cover the bed as she told her brother, "Get on the bed and sit her on your cock!"
Stephen got onto the bed and pulled Hazel, her nylons falling back down around her ankles, to him.
"Now, Hazel-get onto it!"
Hazel soon had her cunt in position, pressing onto the standing cock with it's swollen head against the inner orifice. She was letting herself sink down onto it. Her feet parted and she leaned back to give Wendy a good view of the penetration as the prick forced its way in.
Stephen's hands went under her thighs to support her and control the pressure on his prick. Then Wendy set the timer running, and came over. Her face moved close to their united sexes, lips parted and with her tongue tip she licked over the remaining cock and the clit of Hazel's cunt.
With Wendy's enthusiastic tongue washing their sexual organs, it was not long before the couple on the bed were heaving up and down. Although she was only really watching and assisting in this fuck, Wendy found it thrilling.
As the prick continued to plow in and out of the reeking and contracting cunt, she tasted the secretions of the pair of them. Wendy was just getting to the point of being ready to come when she saw Stephen's balls contract sharply, closing up under the base of his phallus, and she knew that her brother was coming. Her head raised, for he was locked home and there was no cock in view for her to lick, and she saw the shuddering tremors of Hazel's belly and knew that she had achieved a simultaneous orgasm.
Getting up, and with a hand in between her legs to rub at her itching and aroused, yet unsatisfied cunt, she went to get the necessary things for the clean up.
When she got back to them, they had rolled apart, and were both laid out on their backs. She bathed and dried them and then tenderly kissed both his prick and the girl's cunt. She sat back on her hind quarters to frig at her aroused and tingling cunt with two fingers driven deep into that apperture that the milkman had opened up earlier!
This was unusual for her and the other two sat up to watch her as she plowed away, her face a mask of concentration, and her whole body shaking with the force of her emotions. When her back finally arched, and she panted with delight in the throes of her orgasm, they both applauded heartily.
"Bravo! The most determined bit of feminine masturbation I have ever had the pleasure of watching!" cried Hazel, as she leaned forward to kiss her friend warmly on the lips. Hazel took the sponge, and Stephen the towel, and they wiped and dried her thoroughly.
Hazel volunteered to finish cooking breakfast, and went downstairs.
CHAPTER SIX
They all dressed for breakfast, with Stephen wearing a dressing gown and the two girls trying to out do each other in deshabille as to their gowns, both almost transparent, and worn just draped from the shoulders to billow out over their twin charms.
By the time the breakfast had been eaten, it was obvious that Stephen was feeling the effect of this display, and his eyes were roving from Hazel's tits to his sister s and back with the front of his dressing gown being thrust aside and the swollen, glowing head of his knob emerging from the folds.
Both girls eyed this, then giggled. Wendy moved first, grabbing some marmalade and crouching first, grabbing some marmalade and crouching head darted down to lick it clean again. By the time she had finished, the knob was a deep red color and jerking. Hazel was waiting with another spoonful of the sticky stuff to take her turn.
Sitting there with Hazel licking at his swollen tool, he gestured to his sister. "Come over here, Wendy, and pass me that cream."
Wendy put the cream jug next to him and went to stand beside him. At his gesture, she sank to her knees, and he thrust the wrapper back, then spread thick cream over the points of her breasts.
"Now stand up-close-and let me get my mouth on them!" he ordered.
His sister rose and stood close to him, her legs astride the stooped figure of her friend, who was still busy with her mouth on her brother's cock. She let him start to lick and suck the cream off her tits; the nipples shot out to a passion that set her tingling. There was no trace of marmalade on his cock by now, but Hazel kept sucking enthusiastically, savoring its erectness, hardness, and heat and thrilling to the knowledge that it would soon be hard enough to fuck her.
Suddenly Stephen's lips and tongue deserted his sister's breasts. He dragged the flushed, glistening-eyed Hazel up onto her feet, and straddling her across his lap, he sat there with his erect tool pointing it's wet and glistening tip toward the cleft between her thighs. With a sigh of delight, Hazel lowered herself down to press her twat against it. Then she bent her knees further and took it up into her eager body in one long, smooth movement until she was seated on his lap, facing him, with the whole of his prick imprisoned in her.
They were hugging each other and romping away, but with nothing showing to photograph, so Wendy left them to it, and stood back just watching.
It was a lengthy fuck and left them both exhausted. Watching it had created an impatient itch in Wendy's twat.
Leaving them to wash up, Wendy went up and dressed, then took the car, and drove to town to do the shopping. She drove fast, and was soon parking in the lot at the rear of the main street. With her shopping done, she returned to the car and found a flat tire. Cursing, she started to get out the jack and tools, when a young man came over and volunteered to help. In the end, she just watched as he stripped off his coat, and began fixing her flat.
He was competent and did the job quickly. All the time he was working, as she watched and smoked, Wendy was very conscious of the strength of his well-muscled arms and shoulders under the nylon shirt that he was wearing. Her cunt was twitching by the time he put away the tools.
"That should do it, Miss, but don't forget to get that spare repaired in case you have another flat."
"Could I give you a lift?" she asked.
When she sat behind the driving wheel her mini-frock left little of her shapely legs to the imagination, and the young man was eager to jump in beside those nylon-encased tempting thighs.
"Where are you going?" he inquired. It was the young man who asked the question, and she explained that she was just shopping and would be returning to her parents' house.
"So! You are the Wendy Parsons I have heard so much about! Will you be home for long?"
She told him that she was home for another week, but her brother would be going away again shortly, as would a school friend that was staying with them. This suited him and he promptly made a date when the others left, figuring to fill the gap in her fife and between her thighs.
Wendy was quite agreeable; she had been dreading the loneliness and lack of sexual outlet once the others went away. She dropped him off, then swung the car into the drive and parked it, taking the shopping in and calling out to let the others know that she was back. She got no reply, put the groceries away, then went upstairs to freshen up. When she was going back down, she wondered, and opened the door of the sitting room and found them.
They had started to get sexually involved without waiting for her to return. Both of them were stripped down to their stockings.
"Ah! There you are! And it would seem about time I got the camera."
"Yes! By all means, darling! And you might well get those clothes off too."
Hazel was enthusiastic and Wendy soon caught the mood. By the time she had stripped naked, her brother was lying at ease on his back, with Hazel crouched beside him stroking and licking his erect penis to keep it ready for the task ahead. Seeing that Wendy was almost ready, Hazel climbed up on top of Stephen and lowered herself down to meet his cock. Once she was impaled, Wendy had her lean back so that their joined sex organs were proffered up to the waiting lens. She set the mechanism for the delayed action shutter release and ran over to slip an arm under her brother's neck as a support for him. She siezed the nearest tit of Hazel's and started sucking!
The flash flared and the shutter clicked, and they had another sexy picture in the bag.
Stephen started to heave with his hips, and the girls wriggled on top of him. At the same time, Wendy was using her fingers and mouth on the girl's nipples and whipping her sexuality to the highest point.
They ground away like this for some time before any real results appeared, although every second, every movement, every maneuver sent thrills coursing along the nerves of all three. Then-almost simultaneously they all came. Wendy relinquished her oral grip of the tits of her school-chum, and rose, wiping off her cunt with her panties that she had snatched up from the floor.
Grabbing a bottle of brandy and three glasses, she poured out recuperative drinks, then drained her own, and went to get more normal materials for cleaning up the participants in the fuck. With Hazel's cunt and her brother's prick cleaned, she left them cuddling, while she got their meal ready. And by the time this had been consumed, they were recovering from their excesses, and starting to feel into each other's laps under the table cloth.
As Wendy felt fingers groping along the inside, sensitive flesh of her thigh, she let her legs relax and fall apart. Seeing the other girl shift in her chair, Wendy guessed that something similar was happening on that side of the table.
Both girls reached cross into Stephen's lap and their hands met. For a few moments, a silent battle went on, but Wendy's hand was first onto the staff, and Hazel conceded the cock to her and concentrated on playing with his hairy balls.
It was not long before his cock was reasonably stiff-not a full hard-on-but a respectable amount of upsurge and they all with one accord, let go of the organs that they were playing with and arose from the table. Hand in hand, they went back into the sitting room, and soon Stephen was stretched out on the sofa again with Hazel down on her knees beside the couch.
At Stephen's invitation, his sister climbed up to straddle his shoulders, and then sank down with her cunt lips parting before his face. He sucked and licked and she was soon squirming around over his head, watching with bated breath as her girlfriend sucked and mouthed away on his cock. None of them were in any hurry and this went on and on. Stephen raised his hands and spread the partially open cunt over his face. Then he pressed a finger against-then up into his sister's back passage-fingerfucking this as his tongue thrust in and out of her cunt.
Wendy leaned forwards and slightly sideways until she could reach the up-thrust tits of her old school chum. Now her own belly was heaving and trembling with the thrills that the combined efforts her brother's tongue and finger were producing and she didn't think that she would be able to carry on much longer. With a gasping, choking cry she came and felt her brother's lips glue themselves around the lips of her cunt to insure that none of the moisture escaped.
The taste of her come seemed to be all that he needed for she saw the head of her friend jerking, then watched her gulp and swallow the spunk that was being spurted into her mouth.
Stephen and Wendy were left to wash up while Hazel retired to her home-made darkroom to develop this new film. She promised to let them see the prints at breakfast.
BOOK SIX
CHAPTER ONE
The doctor had ordered me to take at least a month's rest. I hadn't wanted to go, but those confounded headaches were making it impossible for me to concentrate. I had naturally protested and pointed out the impossibility.
"It's either that, or six months in a mental home. The signs are unmistakable; you've driven yourself to the edge of a breakdown.. . "
A phone call to my friend, Ralph Ormigon had brought him around to my flat and he had been shocked at my appearance.
"You look dreadful. Anything I can do to help?" he asked.
"Could I borrow your cottage for a few weeks, Ralph? Dodd says it's serious; I've got to rest. . . "
"Why, certainly, I'll send the keys at once, and the sooner you're away the better. Would you like to take Pat with you . . . to look after you? My sister thinks a lot of you..
"I.. . I'd like to be alone for awhile, Ralph, and besides it wouldn't do Pat's reputation any good. Couldn't possibly risk it, old chap . . . thanks just the same."
"Well see, perhaps later; she'd love it. She's longing to show you the advantages of having a woman around," he grinned faintly, and I knew what he was thinking. Pat was . . . well voluptuous is the only word to describe her; she had what is known as a sensational figure, but he didn't press me.
Later that morning I pulled up outside the cottage and Mrs. Cotton came out to welcome me and show me inside. All seemed most satisfactory; she had lit a fire and the place looked cozy.
Glowing with my words of thanks and approval, she said "goodbye," reiterated her promise to come in twice a week to do the cleaning, then drove off.
I occupied my time by unpacking. I had left my typewriter behind and, after washing up found myself somewhat restless, so I decided to have a walk. The day was lightly overcast and slightly chill, but the view from the back door looked attractive, so I locked up and set out.
No doubt about it, the fresh air felt good and I breathed in deeply, climbing the long, slow slope and leaving the narrow lane for the open fields.
At first I felt a faint annoyance when I glimpsed the small, distant figure. From the way it halted, hopped and skipped about, I decided it must be some schoolgirl playing truant.
I kept up a steady pace and my curiosity must have drawn me, against my inner will, to investigate. I wasn't really a gregarious person, but I like people.
It was apparent that the girl noticed me approaching for she would halt and twist her head around to look back, then do a skip and jump, or stoop to pick flowers to add to the bunch she carried. She was clad in dark blue, wearing a white blouse. At times she lingered, choosing a bush or tree to partly conceal herself while she watched me draw nearer, and I could see that she had long, fair hair and wore a dark blue beret. She had a school satchel slung from her left shoulder, which occasionally caused her annoyance by slipping off.
"Have you been following me. . . . ? " she asked.
"No, why should I?" I couldn't help smiling, she looked so fresh and pretty. It was hard to guess her age, she could have been anything between fifteen and seventeen. She was tallish, but gave an impression of girlish slenderness. "I've only just arrived. . . "
"You're a stranger, I've never seen you before, where are you staying?"
"Rose Cottage, belongs to my friend, Ralph. . . "
"Oh yes, I've often seen him, but I didn't like him . . . much. . . . you're different . . have you been ill?"
"Yes, I'm not well.. . my doctor ordered me to take a holiday and here I am."
"I'm Lucy," she said simply, holding out her small, narrow hand, which I took in mine and shook.
"I'm Hugh, and why aren't you at school."
"It's so stuffy in my classroom . . . I often leave. Teacher doesn't mind, not much . . . I thought you were following me." She seemed, surprisingly, disappointed.
"I think you're a naughty girl. Did you want a man to follow you.. . ? "
"Well, I was a bit fed up on my own, you see and I wanted something sexy to happen."
I halted and she did too. I stared into her innocent gray eyes.
"Lucy, you're a naughty girl. You don't know what you're saying. It's a very serious offense to molest a young girl. How old are you?"
"I'm nearly fifteen. And quite grown up. I want to . . . and I'll never tell an' if I like it, I'll come to see you often. Oh, Hugh, I know where, and I'm sure you want to. Would it help you if I indecently exposed myself? But I'd rather you did it."
I looked around uneasily, feeling terribly tempted. There was nothing wrong with me . . . physically. Her charming curious language, culled from court cases, together with her undoubted longing to experience the things she had read about, excited me dreadfully.
"Someone might see us.. . "
"Oh, how silly of me. Of course, it always says the man lured the girl into a wood or something. Well, then, lure me."
"If you keep playing truant like this, you'll become a dunce," I said, taking hold of her slender arm and urging her along with me.
"Perhaps I won't need to again, after this. I only did it before . . . and today because I wanted to place myself in danger. But you're the first man I've met. Its been very disappointing. . . "
"I suppose schooltime is wrong, Lucy. All the men are at work except tramps and no-goods, and you wouldn't find that sort much to your liking. They're dirty and have bad teeth. It would sicken you and you'd never feel clean again."
"Then I'm glad I didn't meet a man like that. I'm lucky it's you, aren't I?"
"I shouldn't listen to you; its all wrong and wicked. You're years too young to begin your sex-life. If I was well I'd take you home. . . "
"You'ld have to carry me all the way. I'd scream and say you were molesting me." She gave me an impish grin." I'm me, and I can do what I like with myself-so there. But what's the matter with you. . . ? "
"I'm a writer you know, an author, and I've been working too hard, not getting enough exercise, and I've been too busy to go to a woman, so I'm sexually repressed, too."
"Well that's alright; I'm nearly a woman. I have titties," she said shyly. "Only small ones, I'm afraid . . . that's why. . . "
"What's why.. . ? " I asked.
"This-playing truant from school and walking off alone . . but I'm glad . . . you must be very clever to write books . . "
"You can if you have the right mentality and an inventive mind. What are you going to do when you leave school?"
"I don't know . . . yet." She eyed me intently. "If I learned to type, do you think you could give me a job as your secretary. If you promised to, I would work awfully hard at my spelling. Then, when you needed a woman, you could take me to bed and make me all naked. Then . . . then you coulld do what a man does." She gulped. "That's what I want to learn all about. Will you teach me, please?"
"God . . . yes, and I like your idea. It would be very convenient, if you didn't want me to marry your
"No, that would spoil it. Let's make it a . . . a business arrangement. How old are you, Hugh?"
"I'm thirty-six; old enough to be your father?"
"That's good. I've always dreamed about it being an older man. I've often thought about my father; I adore him, but he never would, though I've tried . . . sitting so he could look up my clothes if he wanted to.. . "
"Oh, I see, you have a father-fixation, and that explains it. . . some fathers are tempted and some do; so your father must be a decent man."
"He loves mommy too much to look at me . . . but when I think about him like that, I sort of feel sick, and I don't really think I'd like him to . . . to touch me between the legs. But now I can forget him. This is a nice place." She pointed a slim finger at a sunken clump of bushes towards which our steps were taking us. "There's a spring and we might need water.. . "
"You said. . . . "
"Oh, I know I did, but . . . well, if you sort of got all passionate and felt like raping me, we would need water for me to clean up the mess because I'm a virgin," she said primly.
The girl seemed wise beyond her years and didn't appear to be going into it with her eyes closed. I've always held the view that the reports in the Sunday papers are an inducement rather than a deterrent, and it was certainly so with Lucy.
The bushes grew close together; Lucy gently released her arm and stooped, parting the branches and began to push her way through. Her stooped figure proved too much for me; the back of her skirt was lifted to expose her panties and, almost without thinking, I thrust my hand into her warm, slightly humid junction and felt her soft vulva lips. I heard her gasp and she stood still, then moaned and opened her knees, pressing back against my gently feeling hand.
"Oh! You're playing with me," she gasped. "Squeeze it. . . "
I closed my hand on her soft, elastic flesh, squeezed and pulled and rubbed the lips together, then let go and gave her a little push. She staggered forward and disappeared into the heart of the clump and I pushed my way in after her to discover a perfect hide-out. The bushes formed a ring around a tiny, sunken clearing; overhead the interlaced branches thinned in the center and let in plenty of light. A channel had been cut to carry away the clear spring water and the clearing was lush with long grass and quite dry. Lucy had thrown herself down, leaning back against the small bank. She had thrust the bunch of wild flowers and her satchel between the slim trunks of the bushes. She lay with her legs apart and skirt pulled up and had both her hands pressed between her legs.
"Oh . . . please . . . molest me . . . expose yourself to me . . . "
Her urgency was communicated to me. I found myself kneeling between her feet, fumbling with my zipper. She watched me avidly, eyes wide and lips parted, keyed up for the shock she knew must come . . .longing for it, her pink, wet tongue came out and licked around her lips as I pushed my trousers down.
"Sit up and get it out," I said huskily. "Pull my pants down."
"You aren't molesting me," she protested faintly as she pushed herself up.
"I will; you wanted me to expose myself to you, didn't you?"
"Y-yes . . . ooh, it looks awful . . . you're all hairy," she murmured as she tugged at my pants.
"Go on, pull them down," I urged her impatiently," I want to corrupt your innocence. . . "
She understood that.
"Oh, I see, this is grossly indecent, isn't it? Ooooh! Ooh," she gasped as my rigid penis sprang free and swayed near her face." Is this . . . your . . . male . . . sex-organ. . . ? " she asked faintly, her face pale with shock.
Her reaction was all I could have desired, and I watched her change expressions avidly as she sat as if frozen, unable to tear her gaze away.
"Haven't you ever seen a boy's prick before?" I asked salaciously.
"No . . . never . . it's . . . it's terribly big . . . are all men like that? Why does it have to be like that?" Some of the color was returning to her face and her eyes became less sick as the initial shock began to fade.
'Yes, men are like that, more or less; we have to be."
"But . . . . why,? " she raised her eyes. Her face was very serious and her eyes enormous, with a hint of sadness, like a moppet', and her lips trembled. Belatedly, I felt a twinge of compassion for her.
"It's because of the way girls are made. Lucy, I'm sorry if it frightened you . . . I think we'd better put it away.. . ? "
"Oh no, please . . I . . . it's made me feel a bit faint and sick . . . and I know now how silly I've been . . . if I'd met a bad man. . . " She shivered at the nearness of her escape. "But I was lucky. You're kind and you haven't tried to force me. Let me just look at it, get used to it."
"I like you to look at it; a man's proud of that . . . Watch. . .
She watched carefully, flinching as I took hold of it below the glans, then slowly stroked back my foreskin. Her mouth sagged open as my naked red, glistening knob was skinned and the skin folded back into a neat pile behind the rigid flange.
"Ooh!" she gasped. "Does it hurt you to do that. . . ? "
"No, of course not. You do it."
"Is this corrupting my innocence, Hugh . . . ? "
"Yes."
She gulped, touching it tentatively with trembling finger-tips. "It's all warm and soft. . . " she marveled, touching the skin below my glans more confidently, then clapping it between her two hands. She began to pull it towards her, feeling the skin slide over the hard muscle and watching it creep up and enclose the bright, slitted bulb. She beamed and chuckled softly in delight. "Ooh, it feels lovely. It doesn't frighten me now."
"Push it right down; stroke it back and squeeze it. You couldn't hurt it," I smiled, but never-the-less I showed her, thrusting it closer to her intent face as I pulled the skin right down, till the knob bowed over and she eagerly took over again. She pulled the skin up and watched the pucker form, then lasciviously stroked it right back, and while she repeated this, I pushed my pants down and cupped my testicles.
She paused to peer under my penis, then asked: "What's that. . . ? You have such a lot, it makes mine feel silly, I've only got a slit."
"Those are my balls, and your slit isn't silly; you'll soon find out why. I'm longing to see it. . . all of you. Will you let me undress you? Or shall we wait till we get to the cottage.. . ? "
"Could we wait, please. I'm feeling a bit shy now about being all naked.
She leaned forward at once and pressed a kiss against my naked glans, then held her lips there. My heart thumping, I gently elapsed her head between my hands and urged, rather than pushed. She offered no resistance, but slowly opened her mouth and I pulled her head forward; it needed only a slight pressure and warmly she took it in and softly began to suck it.
"Ah, Lucy, what a delightful girl you are. So docile and willing.. . "
She closed her eyes blissfully as I moved her head up and down and gradually fed a little more in. I was amazed; she didn't find it in any way distasteful, and that, surely is most unusual with so young a girl. I had discovered a veritable treasure, and her possibilities began to crowd excitedly into my mind. I was even more surprised at myself, for I am not normally a lecherous man, except occasionally with Ralph's sister, who, for a woman of her class, has a very salacious nature. But my own state of mind bothered me; I was enjoying this, fully aware of the wrong I was doing the girl, and already tentatively planning further obscenities.
My illness must definitely be causing a drastic change in my former normal state of mind. Or perhaps the mentally debilitating stresses had brought out unsuspected subconscious urges. It's said that every person, especially men, have two sides of their nature, good and bad, and in the past my good had been utmost. It surprised me that I felt no sense of shame, but perhaps it was the child herself who had inspired me.
Certainly it was unusual for a girl to deliberately go out of her way to court moral danger. She had, repeatedly but luckily without success until now, and she had taken to me, and apparently found what she wanted.
I brought my mind back; I'd had to think of something to ease the pressure on my libido, but her sucking could have melted a man of stone. It was having such an effect on my nervous system that I feared completely to forget the last shreds of decency that still remained to me, and allow her to bring me to orgasm, which, from the nervous state of my whole body, was not far off. Gently, but firmly, I took her face between my hands and moved her head back. She struggled in protest and gurgled.
"Why did you take it off me?" she cried. "Please, let me have it. Oh, please. Didn't you like me sucking it?"
"I liked it too much, you sweet, lovely girl; another moment and you would have made me come."
"Come? What is that?" she asked eagerly.
"It's a man's climax. But you will soon see it, and that will tell you better than I can explain. It's messy and I didn't want it to come in your sweet mouth. Later, when you've seen what it is, and want it, I will give it you because a girl should have it. You like my prick, don't you?"
"I love it. I made it all red and it looks so pretty. Are you going to molest me?"
"I want to take your panties off, then I'd like you to show me your cunt," I smiled.
"Oh, I've heard that word . . . is that what it is?" she asked as I helped her to her feet. My cunt.. . ? "
"Yes, the charming little slit you have between your legs, darling; you still feeling shy about it?"
"Not now; not after seeing and sucking your lovely big prick. It's not much though. . . . "
"It doesn't have to be, darling . . . but yours didn't feel Hke a small one to me when I felt it. I was surprised . . . it was a good handful. Tell me, do you play with it.. . ? "
"No," she shook her head, her clear eyes looking candidly into mine. "Mommy told me once that I'd spoil myself if I did, but it's funny. She doesn't bath me now, but when I was little I often caught her looking at it in a funny way.. . "
"How do you mean?"
"Well, sort of . . . . surprised . . . " she giggled softly. "I remember my drawers were always small and tight between the legs."
"Your panties aren't tight now."
"They're my school ones, my best ones are." . .
"Which do you like wearing.. . ? "
"Tight ones; they press up and sort of make it move about when I'm walking, and it feels nice.
I hastened to lift her legs, then turned up her skirt. She looked at my face anxiously.
She didn't have a big vulva, but she did have unusually long vulva lips which hung full and heavy and thick fleshed. The apex was firmly notched in below the plump hillock of her mount and, seeing it, I began to understand her obsession. Unconsciously she must have been groping for an outlet for her dormant, passionate nature. The outer skin of the lips was deep pink and the inner flesh bright, healthy red.
"Is it. . . alright. . . ? " she asked anxiously.
I found difficulty in replying. "You've nothing to feel ashamed about there . . . you're well-cunted."
"Is that a good thing.. . ? "
"To me it it, but we can't do much about it here," I decided suddenly. "Let's go; we need a proper bed."
"Oh! Lovely, shall I put my panties on. . . ? "
"No, you can carry them. Put them in your satchel."
She shouldered her bag and left the flowers there; then we pushed through the bushes and set off. Most of the way I had my hand under the back of her skirt and held her cunt. She had to walk wide but didn't seem to mind, and her hand held my prick through my trousers.
"You're going to rape me, aren't you, Hugh.. . V
"I'm going to fuck you, yes; but it won't be rape. Rape is against the girl's will, and you aren't unwilling, are you?"
"No, I want it. 'Fuck' sounds better than 'rape'. "
"I like you to hold my cunt and keep pulling it like that, are you trying to stretch it?"
"It can't be too big for me, do you mind?"
"No, but I know now why mommy made me wear tight panties, to stop it from getting more droopy. Oh! What's happened to your prick? It's gone soft," she exclaimed suddenly, squeezing convulsively.
I helped her negotiate the shallow ditch beyond the gap in the hedge and we emerged into the lane not far from my cottage. Her walk became almost natural and I wished she was naked.
I felt a little disturbed at myself, I'd never been a man to impose such things on my female friends, and in Lucy's case it was all the more dispicable because of her tender age. She was smiling and trying to skip, then, as she neared the cottage, she said suddenly: "Please, Hugh, I want you to rape me, not just fuck me. I want it like a bad man would do it. The paper said it was a terrifying experience for a young girl."
I led her around the back of the cottage and let us in. "Make me all naked now; nobody can see us, and you take all your clothes off too; then rape me," she ordered.
"By God, I will. I'll rape you. Get your clothes off."
"No, you."
"Get them off, or I'll smack you. "I gave her a little push that sent her staggering into the living room and she tripped over the rug and fell sprawling. But she happily scrambled to her knees, eyes shining excitedly at this first show of roughness.
Seeing that she hadn't hurt herself by her fall, I began to get my clothes off, and on her knees, Lucy, in spite of her awkward posture, seemed to be having no trouble in getting hers off.
I went down to her and gave her a push that sent her sprawling on her side. I pushed her over flat on her belly and flung her legs apart. Hastily mounting her I took her hair in my left hand and tuged her head back as I guided my impatient, skinned prick to the back of her moist, partly open grotto.
I pressed my right arm in the small of her back and pulled at her hair as I gave a hard thrust that dragged a startled scream from her strained throat. Her maidenhead burst and I groaned as I felt the strangling constriction of her flesh sink in behind my glans. But another hard push freed its grip and I fell forward on top of her, cutting off her sobbing cry as her lungs met the floor and sent her breath out with a whoosh. I thrust my hands under her armpits and clasped my hands at the back of her neck as I raped my prick into her, sinking it an inch at a time till my groin crushed her soft buttocks and I could feel her own blood trickling over my balls.
She struggled faintly for a moment, then slumped and began to sob softly as, without pausing, I fucked into her, shaking her slight body. Her hips lifted a little each time I pulled back, and bumped the floor as I hooked in, and it's a wonder she didn't faint, but astonishingly, I soon discovered she was actually enjoying my violence. I felt a little shiver go through her and she moaned. Next time I thrust in, she lifted her behind to meet it and afterwards kept time with me. I fucked her hard and fast a few times, then groaned as I fucked my come into her.
I knew it was safe to let her have it.
For a long moment I lay on her back, rubbing to get the last flickering sensations, but my penis rapidly retracted and finally slipped out. I heaved myself up and sat on my heels. The area of operations was a gory mess of bright glistening blood. She lay sprawled out, froglike, and under her cunt was a small puddle of dark blood soaking into the rug. My only feeling was of a job well done and pride in my achievement. What I had done to her might not be strictly rape, but it was close to it.
I took hold of her left leg and began turning her over. Her slack body twisted at the waist and she moaned. Then I pushed her legs over and crouched over her, licking the warm blood around her cunt, then from her cunt itself. She crowed for breath and got her elbows under her to lean up and look, wincing as my mouth lacerated the torn flesh.
"How are you feeling?" I asked casually, avoiding sympathy in case it made her emotional and brought tears.
"It's.. . sore," she moaned as I went back to the welling hole and pushed my tongue into her vagina.
"Are you glad, or sorry?"
"Oh, I'm glad," she said hastily, "really I am, Hugh. You did rape me, didn't you . . . ? "
"Yes, I could have done it more gently, but you wanted it . . . "
"It was just like the paper said," she smiled weakly. "You criminally assaulted me.. . it hurt; you ripped my cunt open and brutally deflowered me, so now I know how those girls felt, except that I wanted it and they didn't."
"Go and get some cold water and wash the blood out of that rug," I said.
I moved back and refrained from helping her.
Slowly and painfully she lowered her legs and, after a struggle, got to her feet. Walking wide and dripping spots of blood, she lurched to the kitchen.
It may sound cruel, but I had to get her out of her apathy and something to do was what she needed more than mushy tenderness.
She was gone a few minutes and came back, walking very slowly and pale faced, carrying the water carefully. She had bathed herself and looked a little better.
It hurt her to stoop and the water swished as she lowered the bowl to the floor. I stood watching her and told her to use plenty of water. She did, dabbing and wringing out the cloth as the water became red.
When she came back I called her over and told her to lick me clean. I sat on the edge of the table and she knelt; she performed her task willingly, licking off all her blood and finished by sucking my shrunken penis.
"You're not a virgin now, Lucy," I said gently. "You know that?"
"Oh yes, you've taken it.. . I didn't want it. I feel sorry."
"About losing it?"
"No, oh no, I mean about your prick. It's so little and soft now. I liked it best when it was all stiff. Does it always go like this after you've fucked a girl?"
"Yes, but don't worry, this is how it normally is. It only gets stiff when I get excited about a girl; then it gets like you saw it. You made it like that. Has the bleeding stopped yet?"
She bent to look, then carefully pulled out the flannel and examined her wounds. She looked up to nod. "Yes, it's stopped bleeding now. It's all ripped open and feels sore."
"It has to happen to all attractive girls, darling. It's only the plain and ugly girls who never get it deflowered, and you're very pretty; a girl like you is made to fuck, but you belong to me. You're mine, and I'll be angry with you if I hear you've been with any boys or men. You're my girl.. . my cunt.. . aren't you?"
"Oh yes, I feel that, and I won't go with anyone else, I promise. I want to be your girl."
"Good, I only wanted to know that, so I'll trust you and I'll try my best to make you happy by giving you lots of fucks. I need a cunt. I shall want you to come every day for as long as you can."
Lucy stood up, thrust out her hips and bent her body. She hunched down till she was only three feet tall.
"Clasp your arms around your bottom, darling, and try to keep your legs straight. Put your feet together and hold your head up. That's good, now straighten up without moving your hips. Now hunch.. . keep doing it."
I made her do it about a dozen times, then said she could sit down. I sat down first and took her on my lap.
"I like a girl who will do everything I tell her," I said after we had had a long, deep kiss and she nestled contentedly in my arms. I began to play with her vulva and small immature breasts; she moved her leg aside and opened her arms.
"I think you're going to have a big pair of tits when you're a bit older," I remarked.
"Oh! I hope so, but how can you tell?"
"They're full now." I left her cunt and used both hands to fondle the soft oval mounds, lifting and stroking the flesh and fingering her small pink nipples. "Has your mother got big tits, darling?"
I.. . I don't know; I haven't looked, but.. . I think she has."
"If she has, you probably will; a daughter inherits things like that from her mother. Have you any brothers or sisters?"
"Yes, three brothers and five sisters; my littlest sister is one, and I think mommy is going to have another, because her tummy is swelling up again."
"Would you like a girl who's married and already has a baby, Hugh?"
"Oh yes, that would be alright. Why, do you know someone?"
'Well, I don't know if she would, its . . . she's my oldest sister and she lives not far from here. Her husband isn't at home with her."
"Are they . . . separated?"
"Oh no, it's not that; it's his job. He works for a builder and they have a big job, so he can only get home weekends. I know she misses him; she told me so. She is nursing. She was only married about six months ago because she had the baby inside her."
"I'd love to meet her," I answered.
"Well, I have to be going home soon. Let's get our clothes on and go and see Nancy."
At my nod she jumped up and I heaved out of my chair.
"Well wash first," I suggested. "We smell of fuck."
"She won't mind; she's so sexy and smells, and there's the baby; she wouldn't notice and I don't want to wash the smell off me. I like it."
"Alright, then, well go as we are." I gave in and we got dressed. I had to remind her about her panties and she pulled them on, then we set off.
The walk took no more than ten minutes and the cottage, like mine, was somewhat isolated and not in such good repair, but livable. Lucy broke free and ran around the back; I followed more leisurely. The back door was wide open and I could hear Lucy's excited voice and the quiet voice of a woman. I stood just beside the door and waited. Presently Lucy and an older girl came to the door. The older girl, Nancy, eyed me curiously for a moment, then gave a slow smile.
"Will you please come in.. . it's not very tidy I'm afraid?"
"You weren't expecting visitors," I smiled as I accepted her invitation and followed them into the low-ceilinged living room. I thought she looked about eighteen; her figure was recovering and I could see that her large breasts were loose under her clothes. She was wearing an old frock that fastened down the front and had wet stains from leaking milk. She invited me to sit down, then looked at Lucy.
"Oh, this is Hugh, and this is my big sister, Nancy, Hugh, and now I must go home. I can come later to see if you like each other . . . ? "
"Yes, do, now you better go or else Mom will find out you haven't been so school, you bad girl. See you keep your mouth shut about it."
"I'm not that silly, Nan," Lucy laughed. "But, please, I like you both so much. I want you to be friends . . . alright? I'm going . . . he's a nice man."
I turned my attention to the young matron, to find her kindly gaze fixed, faintly smiling, on me.
"Tell me about yourself," she invited. I told her about my illness and the reason for my sojourn in the country. I mentioned my friend, Ralph.
"I know him; he's been here, but I haven't seen him for some time. I've met his sister too. There was some talk about them sleeping together in his cottage, but a little incest is good. I've done it myself with my brother, and it's no different from doing it with other men. I had the same feelings as I do with my husband, Harry."
She invited me to sit closer so I got up and moved to the old, sagging settee and sat beside her. She sidled still closer.
"Now don't you be shy . I know we are strangers to each other, but a little loving will soon get us to know each other better. How about some kissing to start off. She turned into my arms, laying her head intimately against my shoulder, her moist, full lips softly parted. I eagerly accepted her suggestion and her soft mouth crumpled and spread wetly. She moaned softly and hugged me, her mouth parted and I pushed in my tongue, felt it seized and drawn in, then her groping hand moved along my thigh.
I hesitated, then slipped my right hand into the loose neck of her bodice. Beneath she only wore a vest with breast-slits, and, as Lucy had said, she smelled of armpit perspiration and warm milk. I at once felt at ease with her. Her tongue followed mine into my mouth and I sucked it deeply. Her left breast, slumped in its nest, was warm, soft and wet and utterly defightful; milk oozed from the thick, pulpy teat and wet my fingers and palm as I rolled and fondled it. Then she pulled in her tongue and wrested her mouth free of mine.
"Undo me.. . get them out and suck. I got plenty and can spare it, and I like being sucked."
I floundered, shakily unfastened her frock. She leaned back, chuckling, her laughter shaking her fluid breasts.
"Don't start being shy.. . I don't mind. I'd be proud to have a baby for you. You can sleep with me here tonight."
"How old were you?" I asked her as I moved her frock and vest straps over her shoulders, then gently lifted out her soft, blue-veined breasts, "when you began letting the boys fuck with you?"
"Nine or ten, I think; I was pretty young, but, as far as I can see, it ain't done me no wrong. Did you like Lucy?"
"Yes, she's a lovely fuck. You don't appear shocked?"
"Because she is my sister . . . ? "
"Yes."
"It's none of my business. I'd have resented it if anybody had tried to stop me. How about a fuck . . . now?"
"I came with Lucy.. . "
"Then it'll be a while till you can again. But have a good try."
"I'm an author; I write books, and I'm from a good family," I offered modestly.
"It's written all over you; you've got the manners and the look about you."
"Thank you, and you'll find me more than willing to help.. . if I succeed."
"We'll talk about that when the time comes, but don't go insulting me by offering me money. The baby will make a difference, and it's right you should help support your own child, but I'm doing this because I want to, and it's free, so get on with it.
She settled back comfortably, lolling, and pressed her hands into her junction, through her skirt and, as she watched me quickly undress, she lasciviously rubbed herself. Her breasts slumped over to the sides and wobbled fluidly; her dark teats were indescribably lewd and fleshy. From the bulge of her mount and the space between her slightly parted thighs, it looked as if she had a wide cunt, too.
"Oh! My!" she exclaimed the moment I stepped out of my pants. "That I like; well-hung. You had all that up Lucy?"
"Yes, she took it all and bled like a pig." I took hold of her wrists and pulled her to her feet. It took me only a few moments to push down her loose frock and vest; she wore no girdle or stockings and stepped out of her clothes, wearing only her old shoes and wedding ring.
Nothing of her cunt could be seen, since it was covered under a mass of long curly hair of a light brown color that I found most pleasing and erotic. Except for the maternal sag in her milk-heavy breasts, she had a surprisingly good figure and only a slight bulge to her deep belly. Her hips looked substantial and pleasingly rounded. She turned around and stuck out her full bottom, giggling as I cupped the soft cheeks and lifted them apart to look at her anus, which I saw at once showed signs of unnatural use.
I turned her around and steered her back onto the settee, lifted her legs up, over and apart and she held them back watching me kneel. She craned her head forward to see me make connection with her, then gave a long sigh as I pushed right in. Surprisingly, I had to push hard; her vagina was narrow near the mouth and she shivered as she felt it squeeze into her belly. I wriggled it and held it in for a long moment, then drew slowly back and began deep, slow fucking motions.
"I.. . I haven't had . . . one that . . . far up . . . before," she panted between heaving breaths. She cupped her right breast and lifted it invitingly, so I leaned forward and took in the thick, juicy tit. She put her other arm around my neck and held my face half buried in her soft breast. "Ahl God," she moaned, "this feels good.. . you're up to my waist."
Not needing my hands, I forced her legs further apart and back, moving them back and forth to give a deeper penetration. After a few minutes she wrested away her stretched tit and moved my head over to her left breast, squeezing her fingers into it.
"Turn over."
"Anything.. . anything you want.. . Oh, God, what a prickl I could go for you. You know how to treat a girl. Am I a good fuck.. . ? "
"Lovely." I helped her over onto her knees and she clutched the back of the settee as I moved her into the position I wanted, lifting each leg in turn to set her knees wide apart and into the middle of the cushions.
Her thigh tendons stood out on either side of her splayed cunt, in hard ridges. I pulled her arms down, grasped her hair and pulled her head back. I pulled her elbows out and pressed my hands into her back to force her down into a low froglike crouch, back hollowed in, her chin against the back of the seat. And in this position she thrust her cunt back and pulled her taut buttocks open. I pushed straight into her vagina and reached under her to grasp her tits, pulling alternately as I went on with my deep, slow fucking.
With the night before us, if I were careful, I might just be able to prevent her getting any sleep, but, during that time I might give her so many orgasms that, come morning I would leave her drained and helpless. I began to rub her clitoris, which was a gristly lump. It responded rapidly; it's head swelling so that I was able to take hold of it.
She gave a startled cry and reared up in writhing agony. "Oh . . . God! . . . let go . . . oh! . . . Oooh," she sobbed, and I simultaneously loosed her clitoris and pulled out. She threw herself down on the settee and curled her legs tight to nurse her throbbing cunt. "Don't forget that Lucy is coming back.. . . "
"Oh! I had forgotten, shall we get dressed . . . . "
"That's for you to say, she's seen me naked.. . "
"I think I'd rather."
"I noticed that your husband uses your back entrance too . . . ? "
"Oh, that. That was while I was pregnant; I couldn't stand it up my cunt. It was awful the first few times and he damaged it, just like I was a virgin again, but well, I'm his wife, and I was afraid he'd go to some other woman. Then, after a week or two, it was alright."
"Your husband got himself a good bargain-a prostitute charges fifty dollars for it and gives pretty poor service, while your husband has a housewife and mother in the bargain. Marriage is the best way of getting what you want, if you can find the right partner, but it's hell if you don't hit it off."
"You aren't doing so bad," she smiled.
"I'll help if you have my baby; you'll make it a nice mother . . . you'll feed it yourself."
"Of course I will. I'd never put any child of mine on the bottle.. . unless I got fucked again too soon . . . "
"Are you going to have a big family?"
"It's likely; I don't mind having kids if I like the father."
"How old are you, Nan?"
"I'll be nineteen in July."
Just then Lucy arrived.
"Come and sit down," laughed Nan, "we're very good friends you little schemer; you're making your married sister a bad woman."
"Oh! I'm glad; has he got you pregnant yet.. .r
"I won't know that for ages yet, silly, it takes time. We shall have to keep at it."
"I asked mommy if I could stay with you, only I was going to ask Hugh to let me stay with him at his cottage, and now you've gone and spoiled it," she pouted. "It's mean of you, after me bringing him to you; I wanted to play husband and wife with him . . . "
"Well.. . " Nan looked at me, and I looked at Nan, and we both smiled. I gave a slight nod and she went on."
"We could play father-mother and daughter just as well . . . if his bed is big enough for the three of us."
"Ooooh! Lovely, that's even better; then we can see him fucking each other, can't we? Will you take baby, too, Nan?"
"I couldn't leave her here, she'll have to be fed, of course. Shell come with us."
"It's a full size bed," I said, "and the stairs are wide enough to get the carriage up. Looks like it'll be quite a party."
"It'll be a nice change for me," Nan said.
"Let's go," Lucy suggested eagerly.
"Shall we?" I asked Nan.
"I don't see what there is to keep us here . . . "
"Come along then.. . " I said, getting up. "Put a coat on and take it with you.. . mine too."
"Take what?" Lucy asked.
"Our underwear, darling; we've left it off."
"Oh, can I wear your pants?" Lucy asked.
"If you want to, but they might fall down."
"I can tie them around my waist. I want to."
"Put them on then."
I found them for her and she took her panties off and put my pants on. I handed her my tie.
Nan went to put on her hat and overcoat and took out a couple of clean diapers for the baby, then steered the carriage out through the back door.
"Why don't you go on ahead, Hugh," she said. "It might be better if no one saw us together."
I thought her suggestion was a good one, so we separated at the gate and I walked away, more slowly. They followed, but the precaution proved groundless, for I met no one.
Presently Lucy appeared, laughing and flung herself into my arms. When her sister appeared, trundling the carriage, she found us still kissing.
Frank's cottage differed from Nan's in that, while hers had a low, somewhat dilapidated fence, Frank had had a six foot interwoven fence put up inside the ragged hedge, which afforded privacy.
"It's a lovely place, Hugh," Nan sighed. "Real cozy here." We walked to the back door and looked out and Lucy saw us and waved, then came running back. Nan turned away to have a look at the baby, who was now awake and gurgling softly.
"Hugh, let's sun-bathe; it's lovely and warm outside now."
"Isn't the grass wet after the shower.. . P" I asked.
"A bit," she admitted, "but we could sit on a rug, or something. Can I have a drink, I'm thirsty?"
"I've got some lime-juice.. . alright, Lucy, get the rug and I'll make some drinks. Nan, take the baby out."
Excitedly Lucy went to get the rug. Nan extricated the baby and followed Lucy into the unkempt garden. I found the bottle of lime-juice, and got out a large jug and glasses.
I found them in what had once been the vegetable patch, for here and there was a cabbage and towering spires of seeding onions struggling for life in the waist high grass and weeds.
I saw that the rug would be inadequate for the three of us so, after placing the jug and glasses near Lucy and inviting them to help themselves, I returned to the cottage. I found another rug in the front room, then, on impulse I took off my trousers, shirt and shoes and went to get my bedroom slippers.
My genitals which, during the short walk home, had returned to normal, now, under the stimulus of the excitement concerning my feminine company, surged into full-blooded erection. I carried the rug to the kitchen, then placed it near the door and turned to the sink where I pulled my foreskin. My glans was covered with a greasy film.
I picked up the nail-brush and touched one end to the cake of soap. Holding my penis I lightly scrubbed away the scum, flinching as the bristles titillated the nervous skin. I wiped it. I washed the soap off the brush and dried the bristle on the towel, then lightly buffed my glans to a glowing red. Then I pulled my foreskin right back and buffed it, whipping the blood to the surface and slightly lacerating the raw skin.
The result was, when I let the skin slide back the congestion had swollen it and tightened it and it couldn't surmount the prominent flange of my glans.
Satisfied, I turned to go. I picked up the rug and went to join them.
"Oh.. . golly!" Lucy squeaked, and Nan stared and licked her lips. She let her bent knees sag apart, so that, under the tent of her skirt I saw her pouting cunt as I bent to spread the second rug. They sat side by side with the baby on its belly between them.
"What a whopper.. . it's all red.. . oh gosh," Lucy gulped, taking her lips.
"Nice view from here," I remarked as I sank down, reclining on my elbow along the rug, "but it could be improved. Why don't you both take your clothes off and let the sun get at you?" I smiled, stretching out on my back and lacing my hands behind my head. "It feels good."
Both Nan and Lucy took my suggestion seriously and were soon nude. I sat between Nan and Lucy. Nan lay down full length and gave herself up to the sun, closing her eyes. Lucy sat beside me and reached for my rigid prick.
"It feels all hot and throbby," she murmured.
Lucy happily played with my penis and testicles, still overcome with the wonder of it all. Then she began to push grass stems into my urethra and I lazily opened my eyes to watch her. She bit each off at a joint, using my prick as a vase. She got four in and it hurt, but the effect was to make my prick become harder.
"Stop it or else I'll rape you . . . again," I laughed.
"Yes please," she giggled saucily, and Nan opened her eyes lazily to see what was going on.
"Go on, Hugh, let her have it."
She sat up as I turned on my side towards Lucy, who lay down and slid herself close up to me. I lifted her upper leg over my side, then said: "Put it in, but no fuck; I want my come for your sister."
"Oh, you shot into me.. . before, was that come?" Lucy asked eagerly.
"Yes, of course it was. It won't hurt you. I wish I had it back, but perhaps . . . " I looked over my shoulder at Nan, who nodded.
"You can try; I'll move baby out of the way, and turn my back to you."
"What are you talking about?" Lucy wanted to know.
"We're going to try to transfer some of the come I gave you into your sister, it might make her have a baby."
"Oh, lovely.. . let's. Shall I push the skin down . . . ? "
"Yes, then get it right in. It's up at the top. Rub yourself on it gently when it's all in and make the skin slide up."
Lucy nodded seriously and pushed down my foreskin, then carried my skinned red knob to the wounded mouth of her vagina. Compressing her lips she pushed herself on, gasping as the stretching brought soreness, but she persevered and slowly pushed herself on. Once inside, the pain went away and she pushed harder, wriggling herself down. Seeing it wasn't hurting her, I took over and gently fucked it all in. She clung to me, deeply impaled.
"Oooh, I love it," she heaved her body, laving my prick inside her soft belly, sucking with her vagina till I felt the foreskin slide up. Then I nodded and she released me and rolled over on her hip pulling off. Then it sprang free and flipped up. I rolled over, carrying the thick slime and found Nan lying with her behind thrust back. I pushed my slippery penis into her waiting vagina.
Lucy leaned over, panting as I pushed about half my penis into Nan. Then, with my fingers I gathered back my foreskin and nudged my naked glans against her womb, while she, gathering in her vagina, sucked off the slime as I fucked gently. Then I pulled out and pushed it into Lucy again, following the same procedure to collect more of my come to carry into Nan. After doing this a third time, Nan said she thought that should be enough, so I returned to Lucy and pushed back into her tight vagina, holding her cuddled close against me.
I kissed the girl and fondled her, and she fondled me. I knew this was love-the girl was part of me. Now and then I heaved up and strained her hard against me, feeling the hard ridge of her pelvic cavity grind against the bone of mine, and she panted softly, her face wet with sweat.
Nan sat up and put on her dress. The sun was sinking and the warmth was fading from the air. Lucy didn't want to be separated from me and clung to me till I promised to let her have it back when we were indoors, but she moaned protest-ingly as I pulled out, and I found that I too was reluctant to leave her pulsating warmth. We shivered as we put on our clothes, rolled up the rugs and trooped back into the cottage.
We shared what was left of the lime-juice and I switched on the electric fire in the living room, then helped Nan carry the carriage upstairs. Afterwards she busied herself washing the baby and pinning on a clean diaper. Then she took the child up to put her to bed.
I thought of Ralph's sister during this time. Pat and I had been lovers almost as long as I'd known Ralph. I'd met her through him while we were attending the same prep school. She was about two years younger than her brother, and Pat had come on Sports day and watched Ralph win the broad jump, but lose the high jump and one hundred yard race, both of which I won. Later, Pat insisted on being introduced to me and somehow I found myself showing her the school. I was then fourteen and Pat only twelve, a leggy, coltish young miss in a silk frock. She asked me to show her to the bathroom and, embarrassed, I did so, but as I was about to turn away she seized my hand and half dragged me along the row of cubicles into the end one.
She bolted the door and demanded to be kissed. While I was complying enthusiastically, she guided my hand down and pressed it against her crotch. This was the very first time I'd felt a girl's cunt and the discovery of what she had, filled me with wonder and delight at her kindness, but I was scared.
"Oooh!" she pouted. "You're silly, but I like you. Will you come and stay with us for vacation, Hugh? If you'll come I'll show you something. It's great fun, together, between our legs I'll take my pants off for you and let you see every thing, but don't tell Ralph, it's secret."
"But, how will I.. . er.. . get invited? I'd like to."
"Leave that to me. Ralph will do anything I tell him. Want to have a look now? You can if you like."
"It's too risky, Pat.. . please, I'd love to, but I don't want to get expelled." Pat understood.
Later, Ralph asked me if I'd like to spend my vacation at his place and I said I would.
One afternoon while we were in the stable rubbing the horses down, she took me up to the loft and she kept her promise. She went up a virgin and a couple of hours later crept down a woman and we were secretly engaged.
Since then we had met off and on and Pat was always generous with herself and kept reminding me of our 'engagement'. If I did marry, it would be my first love, Pat.
I knew she'd have children. We'd discussed that point many times, and Pat was eager. I only had to send a telegram to bring her here.
Nan had mentioned talk about Ralph and Pat staying in the cottage together, but I knew there was nothing in it. Ralph had several girlfriends and didn't need to commit incest to get sex.
My thoughts were interrupted by Lucy. "Hugh, you like young girls, don't you. . . ? "
"You know I do. Why do you ask. . . ? "
"Cause I know a girl; she's nice, but she's tall and thin and has funny teeth and wears glasses. It's a shame; we're friends. She frigs herself."
"Oh, another naughty girl. . . ? "
"She can't help it; it was her father. He makes her do things. She doesn't like it because he's old and has a moustache. He makes her sore between her legs, and she says he makes her feel sick. She had to suck his prick, you see and I think it's his come. She says it tastes nasty. I don't think he's fucked her, not yet, but I think he will. . . He made her do it. . . "
"Do what?"
"Play with herself, frig it. Every time her mommy is out-and now she has to. I've seen it, her cunt, I mean. It's all long and thin, with the middle hanging out like those things under a cock's chin. They're all red and wet and thick and she can make them stretch so big. I want you to meet her while you're here. Shell be shy at first and won't do anything if I'm here, but she would if she was alone with you. Would you like me to bring her to meet you? She's nice and we're good friends. I love you and I want you to fuck Tillie."
"She sounds like an interesting girl; I'd like you to bring her very much."
"Her dad can't do anything, he's scared she'll tell someone what he does to her. He makes her swallow his come."
"Some girls like it. I was going to ask you to."
She giggled. "It's because he's her father that she doesn't like it. She'll want to have your come. Wait till you see her cunt, it's so long and shows when she stands up. You can see her ass."
Lucy then asked me how my prick grew to be so big.
"I'm what they call 'over-sexed' Lucy; it just grew like that, without any help from me. I probably inherited it through my father or mother."
"Your mother. . . ? " she exclaimed. "How could that be? She must have a cunt. . . "
"Perhaps her father had a big prick . . . if so, she'd carry it over to me, but it might have been my father."
"Oh! . . how funny . . . then, if you make Nan have a baby and it's a little boy, he'll have a big prick when he grows up?"
"Most likely he will, or, if it's a girl, when she grows up and has babies, her little boys will have big pricks. It's best if the mother and father both give something. Then the baby has a bigger prick than his father had, because his mother's father had a big prick, too. If people thought about things like that, there's no telling what would happen. Have you ever seen a horse's prick?"
"Oh yes, of course I have. But it'd be awful if a man had one that long. You hurt my belly a bit with yours as it is. It makes me feel a little sick, but it's a lovely feeling and I keep wanting it up me."
"I could make mine a couple of inches longer if you like. I know a way of doing it, with a piece of cord, but it makes it get purply and swell up. You're greedy," I laughed. 'Tour eyes are bigger than your belly."
"Let's . . . I'd love to try it. I loved it out in the garden when you kept pushing it up me. Will you?"
"I don't want to hurt you, but I'd like to try it. But promise, if it hurts, you'll tell me. . ? "
"Alright. Let's find a piece of cord. How long is your prick now?"
"We'll measure it. . "
The dresser yielded a tape measure and a roll of cord, from which I cut a length a couple of yards long.
I folded the cord in half, then she reminded me that I said I'd measure it, so I gave her the tape and she read off nine and three quarter inches. I asked her to measure it around the root. Encircling it with the tape she read off five and a half inches.
I draped the folded cord over the saddle of my penis, close down and on either side of my testicles, then up the cleft between my buttocks. I had Lucy make a knot short of my waist, to form the belt and provide the desired tension. The genitals should not be tied, as this produces a painful and possibly dangerous congestion that might cause the veins to burst.
I tied the two ends around my waist, pulling the twin cords up hard at the back so that the loop sank in and forced the skin back. I progressively tightened it. My penis was bent down somewhat and my foreskin followed. I tightened the cords till my foreskin was drawn back tight inside-out and the cord around my waist was sunken in.
We didn't quite make the two inches I'd predicted, but on measuring it again Lucy read off eleven and a quarter and seemed visibly shaken. It was a gruesome sight, for the pressure of the cord on the skin caused it to swell and darken. The effect on me was a more powerful sex urge. It glowed. Then I pressed up my testes, easing the cords away to allow the soft balls to slide under into my pubes and leave the sac empty. "Want to change your mind and let me give it to Nan instead?"
She gulped and shook her head. "No, do me . . . ooh, it's all raw and naked and veiny."
"Squat down like you do to have a pee and I'll push it up from behind you."
She folded herself down into a low squat.
"Tilt your behind up, darling," I said as I knelt behind her. She did this, crouching. She gulped as I slowly pushed in. Her vagina was spread open and it wasn't too difficult, but I was gentle, easing in a little at a time and, once it was well in she pushed back, as eager as I was to have it.
At about nine inches I began to feel resistance as I reached the normal depth of her immature vagina, but it was elastic and began to stretch. I reached down and grasped her ankle and pulled her leg back onto her knee, then moved her other leg so that she was kneeling instead of crouching. Slowly, a little at a time, nudging rather than pushing I eased in the last inch and held her panting, moaning body firmly.
I held it in for a long, pulsating moment, then slowly pulled it out, dragging along with it smooth folds of pulp. I looked down at the dark pit of her slowly closing vagina.
"Do it again . . . please," she bleated. "It was lovely and made me feel all quivery. Do it Hke that again, right in, then out. . . "
"My goodness," came a cry from the doorway and Nan walked over to us and stared at my purple-red, straining prick, wet with Lucy's vaginal slime. "What have you done to it? Got it tied up. . . ? "
"It's alright," Lucy cried, "He's not hurting me . . . don't make him stop."
Nan sat down on the settee, fascinated at the sight as I pushed it into Lucy to the hilt, then drew it out. Lucy shivered and sucked in her stomach to hold her vagina back, and I kept repeating it. Each time it became a little easier.
"She'll be no good to any other man after this," Nan cried.
At the seventh insertion, Lucy had a violent orgasm and pulled herself off. I shakily got to my feet and looked at Nan. I felt as if I were one massive prick; it ached and throbbed dully and was much more swollen. Her hot eyes met mine and she quickly stripped off her dress, slid to the edge of the seat, leaned back, then picked up her legs.
"Lucy," I called, arousing the girl from her stupor, "go around the back of the settee and hold her feet. I'm going to finish her off."
"Can I see some come?" Lucy asked as she scrambled up and tottered. She leaned over and grasped her sister's ankles and pulled her legs right back. With a nod and a groan, I went down and plunged my raging prick into Nan and the strength flowed into me as her soft flesh received me. She gave a grunt as it thudded home and her bunched stomach wobbled. Then I fucked her, long heavy thrusts erotically accompanied by slurping gurgles and the smack of flesh.
It was like two horses mating. Nan's eyes kept opening wide, then closing tight and her mouth sagged open. She spread her arms along the settee and from above Lucy watched everything. Nan's eyes turned up and she shuddered violently and cried out as her hot come spilled. I fucked her faster and suddenly a shock exploded in me. I seemed to burst apart in ecstatic luxury and Nan took a dozen gushes before I remembered and pulled out. My hand found it, I rubbed, and Lucy squealed in delight as more spunk shot out over Nan.
The relief was overwhelming. I slumped; my prick slumped and drew itself in, the cord slipped off and the loose skin tenderly folded itself over my sore glans. My balls slipped down and the sac slumped and hung slackly. Lucy let go of her sister's legs and Nan's feet thumped to the floor, but she remained sprawled out.
Somehow I dragged myself up and flopped on the seat beside Nan, pushing her legs together to close the lolling, gaping wound of her fleshy cunt. The place smelled of fuck and perspiration.
Lucy came and sat on the other side of her sister, staring down at her bespattered body. Then my interest flared as she bent over and touched her tongue to my runny blob of spunk. She tasted it, then began to lap up the mess and swallow it, finally opening Nan's cunt to get at what remained. Nan flinched under the licking; then Lucy crawled around to me and opened my legs.
Nan opened her eyes and watched her young sister take my limp wet prick into her mouth and suck it, but it drew no response from me. I wanted only to rest . . . to recuperate, so that I could enjoy the two excellent cunts at my disposal.
"Oh gosh! That was smashing," Lucy said huskily, clearing her clogged throat and swallowing. "Is that how we make a baby. . . ? " I nodded. "Oh gosh, I saw your spunk shooting out, like when you screwed up me . . . it tasted lovely and fucky."
Nan murmured drowsily. "I feel fucked silly . . . my mind's gone for a walk and my belly's on fire. Never have I had such a disturbance up there. You're like a bull."
"Nan, will you have another baby now?" Lucy asked thrillingly. "If I don't, it won't be my fault."
"I wish he'd make Miss Lewis have a baby," Lucy yearned.
"Who's Miss Lewis?" I asked Nan. "Her teacher, nice woman, never had a man. All the men have had a try at her, but she hasn't fallen yet. She must have a forty-four inch bust and rude boys call her 'Tits' behind her back. You might have a try. You'd be the hero of the village if you got her."
"She dresses awful, but can't be more than twenty-five, came here straight from college, about four years ago; lives with her widowed mother in a house outside the village and has a little black poodle. Some say she makes do by getting her doggy to lick her twat. I ain't sayin' as it's true, but that's what they say she does."
"We'll have to see what we can do," I said, watching Lucy poke her finger down my slack prepuce and draw the loose skin up. It felt very pleasant.
"It doesn't look like very much now, does it?" Lucy said tenderly.
"Can't do any mischief while it's like that," chuckled Nancy.
"It's the most wonderful thing in the world," Lucy said defensively. "I love it." She pressed back the skin and bent to kiss my soft knob. "It's a bit like a tittie."
"You'll pervert her," Nan smiled.
"She wants to learn." I looked at them, then said, "How about supper? I could do with a cup of tea."
"I could too. Lucy, be a love and put the kettle on.
When Lucy had gone, I said, "Nan, you ought to have some support for your tits. Can't you afford a good brassiere?"
"Too much bother while I'm nursing, but I know I should or else they'll soon be down to my knees."
After supper we went to bed and I spent most of the night fucking one or the other of them.
CHAPTER TWO
By morning Nan's breasts had refilled themselves and when the baby woke us up at half past five by starting to cry, Nan was glad to get out of bed and fetch her. Her duty done, she returned the baby to the crib, then got up and went down, leaving me in bed with Lucy, who begged for another fuck before getting up for school.
Later, Nan came in with breakfast and caught me on top of Lucy, but her indulgent smile encouraged us to finish and she laid the tray down and left us to it.
I went on only long enough to make Lucy come, which was within a few minutes after Nan had gone. Then I handed the flushed, panting girl her tea and we sat sipping and munching biscuits.
I was finding domestic life very attractive.
"I'm going to have a talk with Tillie as soon as I get to school," Lucy assured me. "You want to meet her?"
"Yes, of course I do. It's kind of you to bother, but are you sure she'll want to . . . meet me?"
"She will when I tell her about you, and show her what you've done to me. Just think, I was a virgin till yesterday, isn't it wonderful?"
"It's nature, darling, it would have had to happen to you sooner or later and I'm glad it was me, but you aren't going to go around boasting about it, are you? You'll get me into serious trouble if you do. It's a criminal offense. . . "
"Only Tillie, and I can trust her. . . "
"She told you about her father. . . ? "
"But we're friends and she isn't friendly with anyone else, only me."
"Well, alright, but be careful no one hears you. Take her somewhere quiet and swear her to secrecy."
"Oh, I will," she said, obviously thrilled at being the keeper of such an enormous secret. "I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you after you being so terribly kind to me and raping me, and fucking me, and making Nan have another baby.
"Are you going to get married?" she asked suddenly.
"Probably, you know her . . . It's Ralph's sister; we've been lovers for a long time. She wants to marry me. We became engaged when she was about thirteen."
"Does she like your big prick, Hugh."
"Loves it; that's what she wants to marry me for."
"What about me, then?"
"You'll be my mistress and live in a nice flat near me, or perhaps we'll take you in to live with us and act as our maid. I think that would be best, then I could come to your bedroom at night to fuck you."
It sounds lovely, but what if she found out?"
"I don't think it would bother her. She'll be too busy having babies of her own to worry much about you, and I shall be master in my home. If she tries any tricks, I shall lock all her clothes up and make her go naked, and perhaps spank her and shave all the hair off her cunt."
"Why don't you shave off Nan's?"
"She's married and her husband would want to know why so I can't. Besides, she hasn't done anything wrong."
"Is it a bad thing to shave it off?" asked Lucy, wide-eyed.
"It's humiliating; it makes a woman feel like a naughty girl."
"I like being a naughty girl," Lucy said.
"Women don't; you can take it from me. They feel ashamed, the hair makes a difference, gives them a sense of decency. With it shaved off they feel naked and humiliated and female."
"Oh! I see, will I have hair on mine?"
"Yes. When you're a bit older, you'll get like Nan."
Lucy remained thoughtful for a long time, mulling that over. At last she said frankly; "I like me like I am. I don't want to get all hairy like Nan."
"Well, you can shave it off if you want to. Lots of women do who don't like it and some men like their wives that way."
"I will then. Would you like me to shave it off, Hugh?"
"Yes, I would. I also like you the way you are. You have a lovely cunt; it'll grow bigger though. . . "
"I want it to. Wait till you see Tillie's; it makes me feel queer every time she shows it me. It looks all red; she says her dad keeps pulling it. He sits on a stool and she has to bend over and he milks her; he does it to her titties, too, and Tillie says he's spoiling her so she'll be afraid to get herself a boy friend and she'll have to stay home with him."
"I suppose you feel sorry for her," I suggested.
"Sorry for her? What for? I don't; I feel funny, that's all. You will too; youll see. When you see her cunt, your prick will get all stiff. When I do, my cunt gets wet and I wish. . . "
"What do you wish. . . ? "
"I dunno," she said vaguely. "I just do; I wish I could do something to her. Oh! I know, I wish I was a boy. That's it; only I didn't know about the prick, but I do now and I wish I had a prick so I could fuck her. She shows it all with the inside dangling out and it shakes. She said her panties rub it and make her feel funny. Sometimes when we're having a walk she stops and stands shivering with her tongue hanging out and her eyes turned up, and afterwards she walks funny."
"You're making me interested in her," I confessed. "I can hardly wait to meet the girl; bring her here as soon as you can, or let me know where I can meet her."
"I could tell her to go for a walk . . . along the canal? And you could follow her? Would you like that best?"
"I think I would, darling. Then bring her here later, after I've raped her."
"Ooh, could I hide and watch?"
"I don't see why not, so long as you keep well hidden and make sure she doesn't see you."
"Oh gosh! That would be lovely; she'll have to go home first. What shall I tell her?"
"Say that you know a man who is interested in thin girls and had seen her. Say this man likes walking along the canal every evening on the lookout for young girls like her."
"Oh gosh! That's clever," Lucy gasped admiringly.
"She won't have anyone but herself to blame if she gets raped."
"She'll go; I bet she does, but what if she doesn't?"
"Then we'll think of something else, a nicer way. She won't know I'm the same man you warned her about."
At this point Nan called up to say breakfast was ready, so we got up and dressed and went down. Later Lucy went up to wash and get ready for school. Then Nan washed and dressed and said she would have to get back to get her housework done.
"Come to dinner, Hugh, and I'll make you a pudding," she said. Then we went up to bring the baby down and I watched her leave.
CHAPTER THREE
Lucy arrived breathlessly, having come straight from school to tell me she had passed on the story to Tillie, who seemed to have taken the bait, and had gone pale, then flushed and seemed excited.
"Shell go, Hugh, I just know she will. She was so surprised to hear a man was interested in her. Now I've got to go, or else mommy will want to know what's kept me, but I'll be there. You won't see me, but I will. Bye for now."
I crossed the canal on my journey to the cottage. Walking briskly, I reached the canal bridge, over which the lane leading to my cottage passed, just after five o-clock and I descended to the towing path down a steep channel. My idea was to lurk under the bridge and let the girl spot me.
Leaning against the bridge arch, I lit a cigarette and smoked it. I was half way through the second cigarette when I heard hesitant footsteps approaching the bridge. I emerged furtively, looking about me and, from the corner of my eye saw a pale, bespectacled face peering nervously over the bridge. Pretending I hadn't noticed her, I threw my cigarette into the water and went back under the bridge.
After an interval there came slithering, scrambling sound and the girl slowed her run and, studiously avoiding looking back under the bridge, she set off, walking nervously. I waited till she was thirty yards away, then set off to follow her.
At any other time I would have enjoyed the scenery, for the canal was no longer used by barges and not much by people either. The path was overgrown with grass and weeds. At times I could only see the thin girl's head and shoulders. I followed steadily at the same distance and we passed under another bridge some quarter of a mile from the last. I continued to follow her through a wood. I quickened my steps; the girl seemed to be dawdling and looking nervously over her shoulder. Seeing me so close and she gave a startled cry and seemed inclined to run for a moment, then halted, as I ran up to her and seized her from behind.
She began to cry and struggled feebly as I half dragged her off. I held her thin arms lightly, afraid of hurting the poor kid and she soon stopped struggling.
"What . . . what are you going to do to me?" she asked tremulously.
"Fuck you, girlie . . . I like 'em thin, like you. How old are you?"
"Please, I'm fifteen," she quavered. "You needn't be rough with me. I . . . I. . . " She choked as I loosened one arm and thrust my hand under her skirt to feel between her loose panty legs.
"You what?" I asked, thrusting her, not urgently, against a tree trunk, to which she clung, shivering, while I pulled down her panties.
"Its alright . . . I . . . I heard about you . . . a friend told me. She said you'd asked her about me . . . so I . . . I . . . came, and I . . . I will . . . you can do anything you like to me . . . I . . . I want to. . . "
"Show me your cunt," I said.
She loosed her hold on the tree and turned around. Her eyes eagerly searched my face; what she saw seemed to reassure her, for she reached down and pulled her skirt up to her chin. Her long slender body was naked from the waist down; she edged her narrow hips forward tentatively and moved her feet apart.
"Christ, what a cunt you've got there, girlie. You frig yourself. . . ? "
"Yes, is it alright? I mean, do you like me?"
"Just what I was looking for . . . not scared of me now, are you?" I smiled.
"No, not now. You look . . . nice. Will you show me your prick?"
"You get it out; I'm going to push it up your belly."
She bent forward and her long, thin fingers spidered inside and negotiated my fly and clasped my rigid prick. She trembled as she pulled it out.
"Oh! It's bigger than my f.. . . .I" she stopped suddenly.
"Your . . . who? Were you going to say 'father's'? "
"I . . . oh, I didn't mean to. . . "
"Was it?" I insisted.
"Yes, he makes me."
"What? Does he fuck you. . . ? "
"No, not that; he makes me suck it for him, till he . . . comes."
"You mean he let's his spunk come in your mouth. . . ? "
"Yes."
"Do you spit out?"
"No, I have to drink it . . . it's nasty . . . but. . . "
"But what? Do you mean you like it now?"
"I . . . I'm used to it; I don't like it . . . not his, 'cause he's my father. Oh, you have a huge prick! Can you make all that go up me?"
'Yes, we will too; it'll hurt a little. . . ? "
"I don't mind that, I like being hurt, and I'd do anything to have all this up me." She fondled it and bent to kiss it, then opened her mouth and took it in. Her lean cheeks hollowed in and she put her hand in to feel my balls.
"Let's go find a hiding place," I said, wresting my too eager prick from her willing mouth.
"Oh, I know somewhere. Shall I show you?" she asked eagerly, slipping her thin hand confidently into mine.
"Lead on! But hadn't you better pull your panties up?"
"I forgot," she grinned, bending and taking them off. Then we set off through the woods with the girl carrying her panties. She led me to an old abandoned cellar.
"I often come here; I like it and nobody knows where I am. I can do what I like . . . I made a bed, come and look." She took my hand and led me across the cellar.
She had wedged a couple of old doors with blocks of bricks, and inside this rectangular box, whose other sides were the cellar walls, she had made a deep bed of dried grass.
"What do you do here?" I asked.
"I undress myself and play with myself."
"Lucy said you were a nice girl, and she's right. Come here, Tillie," I said gently and she came. I reached down to her waist and pulled the bottom of her gray sweater out of her skirt. She mutely lifted her arms and I stripped it off.
I pulled her vest out and she again raised her arms for me to strip it off. She dropped her arms and her tits overhung about three or four inches with long pink, limp nipples. Her 'breasts' resembled a cow's teats more than breasts and gave to her thin torso a curiously exotic appeal.
She had narrow, bottle shaped shoulders, a long, narrow chest and tiny waist, a little narrow belly and elongated navel.
I took her 'breasts' in my two hands and drew in a deep breath of delight as I held them and gently squeezed, for they were soft and rounded.
"Your father's done a good job; I've never seen a little girl with titties like yours before." I let them slip through my circling fingers and unfastened her skirt, which I pulled up and stripped off over her head. She stood naked except for socks and sandals. She was adequately covered with flesh and her long cunt stood out like a fresh wound. She was small boned and, in an elongated way, perfectly formed; her pelvis looked very small and would, I knew, have a small cavity. Quite likely she would never give normal birth if she ever had a child.
Her teeth did protrude a bit, but this, I saw, was because she had a short upper lip and a wide mouth. Her lips were full and red and, behind her glasses her eyes were large and well spaced; her nose was small and slightly tip-tilted.
I looked around the cellar and saw a small tea chest facing the steps. I went to fetch it, tested it for soundness and stood it on its open end, then lifted her under the arms and stood her on the chest facing what light there was from the steps.
She teetered a bit, but I held her hand until she got her balance. "Why do you want me standing up here?" she asked.
"Do you mind?"
"Oh no, but I thought you were going to fuck me.
"No hurry, is there?"
"Oh no, as long as I'm home before it's dark."
"I want to look at you."
"Oh, I don't mind that . . . if you like me."
"I like you, very much; move your feet apart." I squatted down and looked up between her slim, parted thighs. Her gray eyes glinted from up near the dark rafters and she licked her wet red lips, standing with her thin arms slack at her sides. She really did have a surprisingly long cunt; her vulva lips were lean and about four inches from the apex to her small buttocks. From bottom to pube she couldn't have been more than six inches deep, and from hip to hip her width was less than a foot, perhaps no more than ten inches. She looked fragile, but wasn't.
"Push your hips out and hold your cunt open."
She did this quite willingly, first pushing her hips forward, then, with her long thin fingers she separated the loose red flesh and lifted the wings apart and held them pinned back, leaving her shallow furrow smooth and uncluttered to expose her orifices.
"Bend your knees out."
I reached up and gently pressed my fingers around the vicinity of her vagina, and realized I had been wrong in my estimate. The firm, rounded, ridge of her pelvic cavity yawned large and slightly oval, about two and a half inches across and at least three and a half from top to base. The flesh sank in under the press of my fingers and stretched the hole in her hymen.
"Turn around and let me have a look at your bottom," I said and she shuffled in a half circle. "Bend over and don't feel shy."
"I'm not shy . . . not with you," she replied as she complied. "I know you like me . . . are you going to take your clothes off too?"
"Yes, in a minute. I wish I had you on a table under a good light," I said as I pulled her small buttocks apart and looked at her anus, which I could see at once had not escaped abuse. I remembered Lucy telling me that the girl had sat on a milk bottle, but I wasn't supposed to know that. "Did your father do this?" I asked, pulling the ragged, pulpy opening apart.
"Yes, but I play with it too. I push things up. It used to hurt me, but doesn't now."
"Open it out for me," I asked.
She put her hands behind her and used three fingers of each hand, sinking in all six long fingers, then pulled, stretching her anus to an astonishing size so that I could look down into her red rectum. I took a step back and began to get out of my clothes.
I told her she could lie on the bed and she climbed down, stood watching me a moment, then climbed into the boxed-in 'bed' and stretched herself out. A few moments later I too climbed over, naked, and she leaned up to look at me and gulped and stared at my prick.
"Tell me what to do, please," she said as I knelt near her.
"Open your legs and hold your cunt open."
This she did and I knelt between her thighs and lowered myself down on top of her, unobtrusively guiding my skinned prick to the shallow red flesh while I settled on my elbows and knees.
"Ready?" I asked, looking down at her small face. She nodded, licking her lips and closing her eyes. A moment later her eyes flew open and she strained back her head as the pressure of my prick caved in her cunt. I tightened my hands on her shoulders and gave a push, feeling sick in the pit of my stomach as the fragile barrier, no more than paper thin, opened and let in my naked glans. She struggled faintly, bleating softly and pushing feebly at me with her hands as I followed through, slowly forcing my penis into her squirming body. Then she lay still and gazed up at my face with tear-dimmed eyes, her hands holding my sides as she trembled and shivered.
"You're terribly brave," I said softly when I at last had my cock buried. "Most girls scream and carry on; you took it like an angel. Does it hurt. . . ? "
She nodded. "I . . . I'm bleeding," she said.
"That's alright, all girls do."
"Oh, then . . . I don't mind. It's so big and fat, it fills me; its up to my waist."
"Suck it; it helps."
"How can I, while it's up there?"
"You can, draw in and squeeze it."
"Oh!" She seemed to gather herself and her stomach stiffened. I felt her flesh compress and exert a gentle inward pull, "Like that. . . ? "
"Yes, that's the way a girl has to learn to make love to it."
"You're heavy . . . you're squashing me. I can't breathe," she protested. "I can't do it properly lying like this."
I at once pulled out and she winced as my withdrawal lacerated the raw wounds, but she wasn't bleeding much and it seemed to have stopped anyway.
"Tell you what, I'll sit on the box and you can do it. . . "
"Oh, yes. .
I helped her over the door, found my handkerchief and wiped away the blood. Then I sat down on the tea-chest and opened my legs, drew her between my thighs and, with her hands she guided it in, clinging to me as she wriggled herself down on it.
"Ooh! It feels alright now," she smiled as I leaned back. "It's just right, isn't it?"
"It feels lovely up there, Tillie, let's feel you suck it."
I watched the spasms of effort and felt the gentle sucking sensation as she relaxed and tightened her stomach muscles, quivering as she too felt the pleasant sensation.
"Move yourself up and down on it, darling," I said. I clasped her tiny waist, thumbs and fingers meeting easily around her. I lifted her and she rose to her toes, then I pressed her down till she had to bend her knees slightly.
I suddenly wondered what Lucy was thinking, for I doubted is she knew where we were.
Then he eagerly took over the motion, finding the titillation much keener.
"Ooh! This is better than playing with my 'thing', " she cried. "Your prick is all warm and wet . . . it feels lovely rubbing up me, but it's making my legs ache. . . "
"Do it like this then," I said, clasping her narrow hips and swaying her back and forth. The second time I moved her back too far and my prick sprang out. She hastily put it back in. "Do you know what they call this?"
"What?"
"It's fucking."
And so it went. Whether my mind was improving on this vacation is debatable, but it was certainly a change for me.
