My father was Irish and came from just outside Dublin. At five the family came over to England and settled down in London, and he was brought up in the Church of England faith. At twenty he showed so much interest in ecclesiastical matters that he entered the church.
After the usual period of training, attending colleges, and three spells as curate in small country parishes, he was finally appointed as vicar of Meanwood, one of the poorer suburbs of Leeds.
With the living went a rambling old vicarage, situated right in the middle of the slums, and badly in need of repair.
Shortly before his appointment, on one of his annual short holidays in Eire, he had met my mother. The following year they had become engaged. She was the youngest of a family of eleven; and I guess she lept at the chance to get away from home.
My parents were a great contrast, father was moody, serious, and narrow-minded; mother on the other hand was gay, great, easy going and full of spirit. She set about making the best of her new home and did most of the decorating herself.
She was immensely popular with the parishoners, and did a lot of charity work amongst the poor. After two years I was born. I was the apple of my mother's eye, and she did her best to shield me from my dad's temper.
At first he was proud of me. . . and proud of himself for having produced such a fine, handsome, strapping son. God knows he worked hard enough to get me; he poked mother with monotonous regularity night and morning, even during her periods. This was, I believe, his only form of recreation and, having married her, he felt it was his right use her to the fullest.
Of course, other children followed with regularity, first a girl, another boy and two more girls. The living being poor, he could ill-afford such a large family, and was always bemoaning his lot. He began to get himself a great reputation as a scrounger.
I had my mother's good looks and my father's lust. This was to prove an excellent combination. As a baby my prick was my proudest possession, and I played with it and admired it in the bath and in front of the mirror. Little did I guess, to what excessive use I was one day going to put it, or how many holes it was going to ravish. Alas, at that tender age it was but a thing to pee through.
At eight I began to take a new interest. I had glimpsed my sisters in the nude and was curious over their differently endowed bodies. This led to some close inspections of certain parts of their anatomy. One told mother in front of the Vicar unfortunately, and the result was I had my first thrashing. Father used a leather belt for this purpose and from then on found a new hobby in which to indulge himself. Beatings in our household became a frequent occurrence; and punishment was meted out to boys and girls alike.
My brother, Douglas, and I used to sleep together; and we often used to handle each other's cocks, particularly after we reached the age when our little organs would stand up stiff. It wasn't really so exciting, but the fact that we were doing something we shouldn't caused us to derive a certain amount of pleasure from it.
When she was twelve, my eldest sister, Kate, started sprouting a few hairs round the top of her slit, and mother gave her a long talking to all about the birds and bees. She wouldn't allow me near her after that, but I used to fondle the younger girls. Molly and Monica between the legs and get them to hold my prick for me when I went to piss.
Just before my thirteenth birthday. I remember, getting a queer feeling when Doug squeezed my tool in bed one night. It seemed to grow harder than usual and started throbbing wildly.
I didn't really know what was going to happen; all I knew was that it was exciting, and I didn't want him to stop. I started to work my hips, so as to more the slender shaft back and forward under the loose skin he was squeezing over the knob. It was a wonderful thrill; but, when I came for the first time in my life, it hurt like hell, my prick smarted and my balls ached ... and yet I still enjoyed the lovely sensation.
It was nearly eighteen months before I succeeded in tossing off my brother. Of course I trained the young girls to perform this service for me in the meantime, and they had told me all about how they used to rub each other and the lovely feeling it gave them.
I'll never forget the day father unexpectedly walked into the broken shed, we called a greenhouse, and found Molly holding my cock. Both she and Monica had their panties down round their ankles and I had a hand up each of their skirts. He looked more like Satan himself than a pious vicar. He stormed and raved and marched us into his study.
There he lectured us for nearly half-an-hour, plying the girls with all sorts of questions. He gave me an awful hiding in front of my sisters and then put them over his knee in turn and spanked their bottoms till the poor kids nearly yelled the house down.
Mother came dashing up to see what was the matter; and, but for her, I think he'd have half killed us. Douglas had been out on an errand, so he escaped the massacre and took good care not to make the same mistake himself. The old man started spying on us from then on; so the only time we dare risk indulging in fun and games was when he was busy preparing his sermons.
Goodness knows why he spent so much time over it, one sounded much the same as the previous one to me.
At thirteen I got a scholarship to a public school in the East Riding and passed through the remainder of my schooldays with flying colors. I was good at all sports, and above average when it came to lessons.
Around seventeen I went on to medical school and spent the next five years qualifying for the medical profession. I often think of the capers we used to get up to in the labs and theatres.
Each week we used to receive a certain number of corpses for dissection. Some of these were from the hospitals and some had chosen to leave their bodies for medical research. A lot were middle-aged or elderly, but every now and then we got pent a nice young girl. On one occasion, when I was told to do a post-mortem on one of these and remove certain organs, I found the other students had placed her on her back on the slab, stuck a mop handle up her cunt and two small Union Jacks, the kind you decorate cakes with, were protruding from her tits.
Often in the mornings we would arrive to find some practical joker had arranged the bodies in lewd positions.
When I became attached to the General Infirmary, it was great fun examining the female patients and questioning them about their intimate lives. Once or twice I nearly over-stepped the mark but scraped out it by the skin of my teeth.
At twenty-three I passed my finals and father, managing to borrow two large sums from the more wealthy parishioners, bought me a share in a small practice in Ripon. The doctor was elderly and tine extensive country round had become too arduous for him. I got a third share, but of course had to perform most of the work.
My partner settled back to a life of semi-retirement on two-thirds of his previous salary. However, the agreement provided that on his death the practice would pass to me and that I should only have to pry his widow a small annuity for the few years she survived him. He died two years later quite suddenly from a heart attack and I settled down to a comfortable living as a highly-respected country practitioner.
CHAPTER TWO
At first certain patients had disliked being attended by so young a man; but, by adopting a very serious bedside manner and with more up-to-date knowledge than my ageing partner, I had soon won them over. The practice flourished, and my good-looks caused me to get called out on a lot of unnecessary visits to my more romantic female patients.
One day I found on returning from my morning rounds there had been an urgent telephone call asking me to go round to Belton Hall to see a Miss Wilkinson. The butler apparently had phoned and requested I should come as soon as possible, as his mistress was in considerable pain.
Cursing my bad luck and asking my house-keeper to do her best to keep the lunch warm, I picked up my bag and drove off to see the good lady.
She was one of the few people on our books, whom I had never met. My partner had been in habit of playing periodical visits, but I noticed he never made any entries on her card.
Belton Hall, an imposing building in gray stone, standing in about six acres, was about three miles out on the Northallerton road. I drove up the thickly-wooded drive and drew up at the front door. The butler, a stout man with gray hair, was waiting on the threshold.
"Dr. Horton?" he said, hurrying to meet me. "Miss Wilkinson, said, would I ask you to go round to the garage at the side of the house, where she is waiting for you."
To say I was surprised, would be an under-statement. However, just as I was on the point af asking if she had met with an accident, he strode off into the house and the front door closed behind him.
There was nothing for it but to follow his instructions and find out what was wrong for myself. The garage door stood ajar; inside the electric light was on.
"That you doctor?" an anxious female voice called out. She had no doubt heard my footsteps on the gravel.
"Yes," I replied, pulling open the door, and approaching a small Morris mirror.
One glance sufficed to tell me the cause of the urgent call. Miss Wilkinson, a woman of about forty-five and attractive for her age, was sat well-forward on the seat. Her skirt was pulled up above her waist, her panties were just below her knees, and the gear lever was firmly embedded up her fanny.
"I feel very embarrassed, you finding me like this, doctor," she said. "Dr. Benson always used to come to see me. He was used to my strange ways and knew what to expect. But, doubtless you are a man of the world and know that women like myself, who have been let down by a man when were young, turn against marriage and have to gratify our own sexual urges as best we can."
She spoke in a pleasant, deep voice, that sounded most attractive and her eyes looked straight into mine without any trace of embarrassment. She had neat, wavy, black hair and dark, sparkling eyes, I noticed. A vestige of a smile played on her full lips and under her red top I could see her large, well-developed breasts.
"Unfortunately, doctor," she went on, just as I was about to speak, "I have just recently changed my car. This new model has a slightly larger knob on the gear lever than the one to which I am accustomed. I find that it is impossible to relax the muscles of my vagina sufficiently to disengage it ... so, you see, there was nothing for it but to swallow my pride and send for you."
She laughed at the look of amazement on my face. "Come, doctor, see what you can do. Do you have some chloroform or something with you? Doctor Benson once found that did the trick in somewhat similar circumstances."
"No, I'm afraid I don't," I murmured. "But I have another drug, equally as effective and much less unpleasant. I'll give you an injection and relax those muscles in no time. I laid my bag on the small bench and got busy preparing a syringe.
When I was ready, I got her to raise one leg to enable me to squirt the liquid into the flesh of her soft bottom. I could get an excellent view of the shaft disappearing up her quim and the thick red lips, fully distended, which gripped the lever tightly. I gazed at the profusion of long black hair that covered her mount and sprouted round the sides of her attractive cunt. I could feel my prick hardening at the sight and I was feeling pretty randy myself.
I soon selected a suitable spot and, gripping a fold of skin firmly between my thumb and fingers, pushed in the needle and pushed home the plunger. We talked quietly for some minutes about my dead partner and local affairs until the drug began to effect. Then her eyes closed and she was off into a state of blissful unconsciousness. I saw her body sag and her head drop forward on her chest.
I waited a few minutes longer, while I replaced the syringe in my bag, and then I leaned into the car, gripped her under the arms and contrived to lift her up and backwards over the seat. The large knob extracted itself with a loud plop from her dripping vagina.
I laid her gently on the rear seat, having tipped forward the passenger's seat to allow to stretch out through the open door. She was breathing heavily and her lovely breasts rising: and falling as she did so. Her knees were still slightly raised and parted and her gasping cunt visible for my eager appraisal.
I walked over to the garage door, extracted the vale key. I had noticed in the lock, and pulled the door to behind me.
Safe from interruption I went round to the far side and. opened the driver's door and knelt on the seat. I worked my hand down the neck of her top and felt for one of those luscious white orbs of flesh. Fortunately her bra was slack and I could get my fingers inside to kneed the soft white flesh. Her nipples were erect and hard, and I squeezed each in turn between my thumb and forefinger, whilst leaning over to kiss her on those full moist lips.
I was feeling really randy now, and my hog was distinctly uncomfortable held down against my leg by my trousers. I opened my flies and released it. It was a awe-inspiring weapon of which I was truly proud, and I proceeded to rub it gently with one hand, while toying with the woman's bubs with the other.
I knew that left quietly she would sleep for a couple of hours, and estimated that I could count on at least three-quarters of an hour before even the roughest of handling would rouse her.
I decided that this was one occasion when a doctor might ignore professional etiquette and mix business with pleasure.
I picked up one of her limp arms and brought it forward over the seat. I thrust my prick into the warm palm of her hand and closed the well-manicured fingers around it. Then I felt down for her genitals.
I was surprised how soft the black hairs were to my touch, and I ran my fingers lightly through them before caressing the hard mound at the base of her belly. Next I fingered her slit and parted the outer lips to examine the pink groove and her prominent clitoris.
Removing my hand from her breasts, I got out of the car and went round to the near side to get a better view. My tool was stuck out like a crowbar and yearning for satisfaction.
I pushed her knees wider apart, and gazed at the moist cunt with it's swollen lips and inserted two fingers gently between them The hot slippery passage swallowed them up like a hungry wolf, and I felt right up the woman's twat To the entrance of her womb. I found I could just work my finger tip into the small hole in the cervix.
My tool was throbbing with desire and I threw caution to the winds. Undoing the rest of my flies and pulling a hanky from my pocket I thrust my head and shoulders inside the small car and maneuver myself in position above her reclining body.
Being careful to not arouse her from her deep sleep, I gripped her thighs and pulled her butt to the edge of the seat as near the door as possible. Her trim legs hung out on the garage floor and I lowered myself down on top of her. My randy prick found it's own way to it's fleshy target and thrust deep into her cunt.
She was still limp and her breathing heavy and regular. I started to fuck her with rhythmic strokes, lunging my shaft in and out of her defenseless body.
Sweat was pouring from my brow, as I stove to finish myself as soon as I could. Fires of lust were raging inside me and I looked down at her pretty, sensual face. Her mouth was slightly open, showing two rows of perfect white teeth. I placed my mouth on hers and stuck my tongue into the warm cavity.
This woman was ten or eleven years older than I was; but she had everything a man could ask for. She was one hell of a good poke unconscious, what would she have been like fully roused in bed, I wondered?
It was over six months since I had had a fuck ... that was on a skiing holiday in Austria. So, despite an occasional masturbation, my balls were plentifully stocked and I longed to spend.
As I neared my climax, I fucked her harder and more savagely. I watched her closely for any sign of recovery, but she just lay there and took all I gave her. My heart was pounding and the spunk was starting to flow along the shaft of my penis as with a final lunge I pulled out and grabbed my throbbing prick with the hanky.
I got out just in time before the initial spurt of semen gushed out to soak the material and wet i my hand and wrist.
I was conscious of a gripping of my prick as I came, and put this down to some involuntary action of the muscles of her vagina or possibly to my imagination. I could detect no reaction in her face.
Quickly I wiped myself clean and thrust my member away inside my trousers. I straightened my clothing and pushed the woman's thighs together. I pulled down her skirts and got back on to the front seat in a kneeling position.
With some difficulty I got her into a sitting position rested her head against the far corner. Her panties I picked up from the floor and stuffed into the pigeon hole in the dashboard.
I lit a cigarette and opened one of the garage doors, then I picked up my bag and made my way round to the front of the house.
After stowing the bag in my own car, I rang the front door bell. I wondered just how much the butler knew about his mistress and the reason for my visit. I guessed he knew all about it, but deemed it wise not to say anything to confirm my suspicions. So I contented myself by saying. "Miss Wilkinson is feeling quite better now and is resting in her car. I think it best that she shouldn't be disturbed however and no doubt she will be in for afternoon tea. If not perhaps you would take some out to her about four o'clock. Tell her I will phone this evening after surgery."
I drove slowly back home, reflecting on the frustrated spinster, her strange behavior, her sensual body and my unexpected fuck!
Another fuck was awaiting me when I entered the house.
CHAPTER THREE
As I let myself in the front door, my housekeeper came out into the hall, looking very perturbed.
"There is a Mrs. Wright and her daughter in the waiting-room, doctor. She hadn't an appointment, but she was so insistent on waiting to see you and the daughter was so upset and distraught I took the liberty of letting them in."
"That's alright, Mrs. Dawson. I know the matter must be urgent or you would have told her to come back at surgery time. I'll go and see her, and have a cup of tea and some toast when she has left. It's too late for lunch now and I'm not particularly hungry."
I put my hat on the rack went out for the bag and hurried through to the surgery.
Waiting was a young woman of around thirty who stood up and turned towards me anxiously as I entered. Sat on the settee was a fair-haired girl of about fifteen, whose eyes were red and sore with crying. In her clenched fist was a wet handkerchief.
"Oh, doctor, I'm so glad you've returned. I'm in such terrible trouble! Anything I tell you is in strict confidence isn't it? You're not forced to report anything to the police are you, if I don't wish you to?"
"Now, now, calm yourself down and tell me all about what's bothering you. You're Mrs. Wright from Thirsk Road, aren't you, and I believe this is Susan. I visited her last summer when she sprained her ankle, I remember."
I drew her up a chair in front of my desk and waited for her to be seated. "Now, tell me what has happened, and rest assured that I shall use my discretion and treat what you have to tell me in the strictest confidence. A patients confidences are always respected ... except under very exceptional circumstances, when it is in the patients own interests to betray them ... it's a sort of code in our profession." I smiled at her reassuringly.
She was clasping and unclasping her hands nervously, and seeking for words. I waited patiently for her to begin, taking out my cigarette case and offering her one to steady her nerves.
After I had lit it for her, she seemed to pluck up courage.
"Well, doctor, you may or may not know my husband is not Susan's father. She's the child of my first husband, who died of cancer when she was two. I brought her up for some years on my own, going out to work to provide for us both. Then, just before you arrived, I met Harry and after a short engagement, we got married. He was very good to me, and to Susan for that matter, and we never wanted for anything. I'm very fond of my husband and I know he adores me. We were all happy together till my daughter was thirteen and started to develop her breasts and reached the age of puberty." She paused and glanced across at the girl before continuing.
"Well, up till then he had shown her a lot of genuine fatherly affection, and they were devoted to each other ... but ... er ... a change gradually came over him ... He used to go through into her bedroom when she was undressing and watch her He would make some excuse for going into the bathroom when she was taking a bath. At first I thought nothing of it, because I don't believe in kids being shy in front of their parents. Then slowly, stage by stage, he has become more familiar with her. She never said anything, and I never guessed he was fondling her breasts and stroking her thighs. She tells me that he used to sit on the edge of her bed and put her hand on his private parts some night when I was out visiting a friend or at the pictures ... and that for several months she has been tossing him off and he's been playing with her. She says got a thrill out of it, though she knew it was wrong and was frightened I would find out." She stopped abruptly, and I knew the main part of her story was coming.
"Well, doctor, last night I stayed late at my friend's, Mrs. Watson. I missed the last bus and had to wait till her husband got in about eleven-thirty to run me home. When I got back home, shortly after midnight, my husband had gone up to bed. He was still awake reading. I didn't look most, and, beside being frightened for her daughter's well-being, she was dreading having to face Harry and tell him she knew.
I asked Susan if her father had let anything happen inside her. She had been sat quietly all this time, looking very self-conscious and embarrassed. She swallowed and murmured quietly, "No, doctor...he ... he. . .er ... pulled his thing out and it flowed all over my tummy. I ... I feel so ashamed of myself now ... and so sorry for mummy."
I turned to her mother and said, "Mrs. Wright, I must point out that what Harry has done amounts to a serious criminal offence, and that, if you went to the police, your husband would get anything up to four years imprisonment. Now, I take it, you do not wish this matter to be made public, partly because of the disgrace and shame it would bring on Susan, and partly because you still love Harry, despite his disloyal and wicked behavior, and don't wish to risk breaking up your marriage. Furthermore, I take it you are wishing me to make sure no injury has been done to Susan, and that there is no fear of her becoming pregnant; and possibly you would like my advice as to how to tackle Harry on the subject and ensure there is no repetition of these episodes."
All this I said sternly and very professionally, but couldn't help feeling a little hypocritical, when I remembered my own unethical behavior a few hours previously.
Mrs. Wright's face brightened considerably, and she smiled half-heartedly to show her thanks.
"Yes, doctor, that is precisely why I have come into Susan's room as I usually do, it being so late. Harry was quite normal and I didn't know anything was wrong.
This morning he brought me the usual cup of tea up to bed at half past seven before he left for work, and I heard him talking earnestly to Susan before he went off. I got up about eight and called her for school about half past.
When I entered her room, I could see she had been crying and she didn't throw her arms round me as she usually does. When I asked what had upset her, she buried her face in the pillow and started sobbing.
She wasn't going to tell me at first, but when I turned back the sheets they were all stained with blood. I knew she'd only just finished her periods the previous week-end, so I guessed what was distressing her. Even then, I didn't connect Harry with anything, and thought she'd broken her own virginity playing with herself.
Finally she told me everything. Harry got into bed with her last night and raped her. I gather she didn't put up much resistance and was a half-willing party; but, when he broke her in, he was rough and hurt her considerably. Then, this morning, when she saw the blood, she knew I would find out and was terrified of having to tell me what she'd been up to behind my back with Harry all these months."
She had gathered confidence as she proceeded with her story, and I sensed that she was relieved to confide in someone else. Her pride had been hurt by the actions of the two people she loved to see you." She said. "I would be most grateful for your advice as to what to do and what to say to my husband, I don't know how we've ever going to live this down or whether things will ever be normal again between us."
"Time is a wonderful healer," I said soothingly. "This has been a great shock to you ... and, when he realizes you know, it will be an equal blow to your husband. But if you don't rush to force a reconciliation and let matters take their own course, you will find this affair will gradually fade into the background, though possibly never entirely will it be forgotten. I suggest you say what you wish to say tonight and get your feelings off your chest. Then try not to allude to the affair again ... Now, with regard to Susan, I think possibly she has learned her lesson. She will soon forget this, and I doubt if any real harm has come to her. However, I will examine her shortly and make certain ... When you get back. I suggest you tell him the whole facts ... about finding the blood on the sheets ... Susan having to tell you . . and your bringing her round to see me. Now, here perhaps, it would be as well to scare him. Say I was going to report the matter to police and only, after a lot of pleading by you. did I agree to do nothing till I had seen him and talked to him. Get him to come round after surgery tonight about nine, and leave the rest to me. I think I can so frighten the daylights out him, that he will in future leave Susan alone, and I shall reserve the right to report the matter immediately, if I hear of any reoccurrence ... Now, Mrs. Wright, I suggest you get back home and be in when your husband gets back. I will keep Susan here and examine her as I promised. My housekeeper will see her safely on the bus afterwards. This will enable you to have a showdown before she arrives.
Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude, and she shook me warmly by the hand. "I can never thank you enough, doctor; I will do exactly as you say. Send Susan home when you have finished with her, and I will see Harry comes round this evening."
Before finally departing she turned to Susan, and said softly. "Now, be a good girl and tell the doctor all he wants to know and let him examine you. You're very lucky to have such a kind doctor."
She picked up her bag and gloves and was gone.
CHAPTER FOUR
I gave Susan some magazines to read in the waiting room and hurried through to the lounge to partake of my tea and toast. I knew Mrs. Dawson would be put out over the ruined lunch, I dare not offend the good lady any more.
This was proving a most eventful day, I thought to myself! First an unexpected fuck, now a case of rape, and to follow the pleasure of hearing a young, inexperienced teen-ager tell me the intimate details of an affair with her own step-father and the ever more pleasant task of examining and delving into her genitals. Yes, it was quite a day.
This physical examination of young breasts and cunts had been a delight denied me, except for rare instances, since I took up practice. Dr. Benson had had an uncanny nose for smelling out these cases and reserving these for his own personal attention. I had heard rumors that some years back he had nearly overstepped the mark in regard to one particularly attractive child. He had been examining her for a medical certificate to enter a public school, and had lingered much to long over certain parts of her anatomy, and examined them more closely than professional duty required. The girl had experienced her first orgasm as a result and afterwards related the happy event to her sister, who in turn had told their mother. Fortunately Mrs. Dawson had been present part of the time and the child was known to be such a plausible liar that her tale would never have been credited by other than the mother herself. So, the matter blew over.
But this present case was a different kettle of fish. Here I had good reason for asking the most intimate questions and spending as long as I liked exploring her young cunt; nor in the interests of keeping the affair dark, would I be expected to have any one else present.
I finished my second cup of tea, lit a cigarette and walked off to perform the welcome task ahead.
Susan was where I had left her, enjoying reading a schoolgirl's annual. She looked up when I entered, and seemed much more at ease.
I took her arm and led her through into my surgery. "Now, Susan, I want you to tell me all about it from the beginning. I didn't want to em-barras you by asking questions in front of your mother, but you're not to shy to tell me now we're alone, are you?"
"No. Not really, doctor. But it may be hard to put it into words ... " she stammered. "But I'll do my best ... " she paused to gather her thoughts, then said: "It started over six months ago. Father, I always call him that, because I don't remember my real dad, used to come into my bathroom and, when Mummy was out, he would offer to wash my back for me. Sometimes he would go on to wash my breasts too ... they had just started to develope and I was more conscious of them than I am now. It was somehow rather exciting to feel his rough hands rubbing lather round them and over my sensitive nipples, and I felt my heart quickening, a sensation of elation. He started to talk about my young swellings and tell me how pretty they looked. He used to pinch and pull my small tits ... he said it would make them grow big and firm like my mom's.
One day he told me to stand up as he'd pulled a muscle at work, he said, and couldn't bend to wash my back. I didn't think much of it, cause, as Mother told you, I've never been brought up to be shy or self-conscious. He teased me about the few odd hairs I had at the bottom of my belly, and said I was growing up fast and would soon be a young woman, capable of having children and satisfying some nice man who loved me and was kind to me. He started telling me about sex and the funny names you use for those parts of your bodies, like cunt and quim, and fanny or minge for a girl and prick and tool and cock for a man.
One night when he was telling me how a man puts his prick up a woman's cunt to make her pregnant, he asked me if Yd ever seen a boy's cock. When I said I hadn't, except for pictures of sculptures in my school books, he suddenly unbuttoned his trousers and said he would show me his. I remember I was amazed at how big it looked and wondered how it was ever possible to push it into so small a hole. My mother must have a very large cunt, I thought. He made me feel it, how hard and stiff it was, and showed me how a woman rubbed it to relieve a man's feeling or excite him before having intercourse.
He asked me if I ever played with myself and if touching my private parts excited me. When I said I didn't know what he meant, he started to finger my slit and massage it with his hand. I got warm thrilling sensations inside me and my legs started twitching. I felt naughty and very happy. I held his prick and started rubbing it as he'd told me mother did. Well, the excitement grew and grew and then suddenly I felt throbbing inside my fanny and it all felt sticky and wet inside. I was panting and my body was quivering with a strange passion I had not known before. I closed my eyes in bliss till the funny feelings grew less and less. When I opened them, it was just in times to see spurts of thick white cream coming out of a small hole in the end of his cock. It shot out in a great jet all over the carpet and we both laughed. Some of the cream, which he says is called spunk, trickled down over my fingers and the back of my hand. He told me to taste it. I did. It was very bitter and smelt of fish. Then he kissed me goodnight on the lips very tenderly, and told me what a sweet girl I was, and how much he adored me. I went to sleep very happy and content that night, I remember.
Well, these things began to happen more and more frequently. Whenever mother was out, he used to suggest I go to bed early and sit on my bed in his pajamas and dressing gown. We would fondle each other's bodies and both get these nice sensations. I started to look forward to these nights. . . " she paused, then murmured in an undertone "I know just how wrong it was, but I'm going to miss it all now." She sighed unhappily.
"You'll soon be grown up and find a nice boy of your own," I comforted her. "Then you'll find these things even nicer. . . but tell me about last night," I pressed her.
"For some weeks now he's wanted to put his prick in my quim, but I've been scared and wouldn't let him. We'd been in bed with nothing on lots of times, and he'd poked it into the little entrance; but I'd told him it hurt and closed my legs tight together. He finally made me take it in my mouth instead. (She blushed attractively). He used to want me to suck it for him, while I rubbed my fingers up and down the skin. I didn't like doing this, but he used to bribe me with half-crowns for the pictures. But, last night, he was different. . . I can't describe it. He had a gleam in his eyes that frightened me; and he was literally, shaking with passion, when I rubbed him up a little. He forced my legs apart, bruising my thighs, and put one hand over my mouth, while the other guided his cock towards my hole. I tried to scream, but I was too frightened, and I felt the great thing pressing into my poor cunt. It hurt terribly, but he shoved and pushed till at last it forced it's way inside me. All my belly seemed to be bursting and my twat was being stretched beyond endurance.
I was sobbing bitterly and digging my nails into his bare flesh. But that only seemed to rouse him more. Inch by inch he shoved the thing up me. It still hurt, but I felt a certain amount of pleasure too, I must admit. I was becoming wet inside and it was going up easier once the big lump at the end was inside me. Then all of a sudden I felt the worst pain I have ever known. It seemed as though my whole inside was being torn. Sharp burning pains swept through my stomach and I groaned in agony. He pulled his prick back out an inch or so, and thought he was going to stop. But he lunged wildly up me again and something gave. After that it hurt less and less. I just felt raw and very sore inside. He was fucking me then, as he put it. I began to rather like that, and clasped my hands round his bottom. I began to get the same nice sensations he gave me when he rubbed my slit and I eventually got that lovely throbbing feeling. He still continued to work it up and down inside me till I felt it getting hotter and hotter. It started throbbing too. Suddenly he pulled it quickly out and crushed it between our stomachs, and I felt lovely hot cream gushing out over my belly and filling my navel. He wiped the blood and spunk off his prick and my body and kissed me, telling me not to be a silly girl and cry over nothing. He said I was quite old enough now, and it was high time I repaid him for all the money he'd spent on me. He made me promise not to tell anyone about it, and pushed a pound note into my hand for, as he put it, being a very good girl. I felt better but very exhausted, and dropped off to sleep. Then, as you know, he came in before he felt next morning and made me promise again to keep it a secret. It was only after he left that I saw all the blood on the sheets and got frightened."
I thought she had told her story very well and been quite frank about her own initial willingness to cooperate. I told her so and thanked her for giving me her confidence.
"Now Susan, if what you tell me is right, I think there is little fear of you being pregnant, however in a week's time perhaps you would come back for a complete check-up. You will be healed up then and not too sore to examine properly. So for now, we'll be content with seeing you're not too badly torn inside and that there is no fear of hemorrhage. So will you please take off all your clothes and lie on the settee."
Without a demur, the girl complied and started undressing. I lit up another fag, and leaned back in my swivel chair to watch her. She was a sweet kid, and any man would have found her attractive. She had on a cotton dress, blue and white, with white collar and cuffs, navy blue panties, white stockings with a blue border that reached up to just below her knees, a white bra and blue ribbon fastening back her hair. On one wrist she wore a cheap bracelet and from the pocket in her dress a imagine lace hanky protruded. She had a nice figure in proportion to her height, which I judged to be five foot two. Her stomach was flat and the butt well rounded. The breasts were small but shapely, and her legs slender and graceful. Boys were going to find her quite a heart-throb, I reflected.
She was stripping off apparently without concern, and didn't even trouble to turn away when she prepared to remove her underclothing. She actually smiled at me as she undid the straps of her bra and threw it nonchalantly on top of her dress. Her breasts were milk-white and the skin clear and smooth as a baby's bottom. Her little nipples, pink and pointed, seemed to stick out provocatively towards me. She tucked her fingers inside the top of her pants and slowly drew them down like someone unveiling a plaque of honor. First the deep navel then the fair bush hairs came into view. I was getting an erection and feeling very randy!
Blissfully ignorant of the devastating effect her strip-tease was having, she blatantly parted her legs and stooped to roll down her stockings, sticking out her butt as she did so. I could not of course see it directly, as she was facing me, but caught a glimpse of it in the mirror over the fireplace opposite. The cheeks were firm and well-molded, I was pleased to see.
"No, no, there is no need to remove your shoes and stockings," I called out, suddenly regaining my wits. "Just go over and lie on your back on the settee now, please." She moved off to comply with my request; and I took the opportunity, while her back was turned, to maneuver my stiff prick into a more comfortable position. I was conscious of the large swelling inside my trousers and hoped the girl would not notice it.
When she had settled herself, I washed my hands in the basin at the foot of the couch and prepared to handle those gorgeous private parts of her tender anatomy.
She opened her thighs without me asking, and watched me closely as I bent over to examine her. The inside of her thighs were indeed bruised and the area around her genitals was red and swollen, though nevertheless fascinating. Her bush was sparse and the hair short. Pink skin was visible under the small tuft Her cunt itself was as yet quite hairless, and between the light brown lips the dark of her vagina was just discernable. A little blood was oozing from her gasping quim as trickling slowly down between the cheeks of her butt.
I fetched a small wad of cotton wool and wiped her crack clean. "Is it tender to touch." asked her.
"No, not really outside," she murmured. "It's inside it's so sore." I got the impression the young minx was thoroughly enjoying exhibiting herself to me, and getting a kick out of it.
I smeared some vaseline along my digit finger and said:
"Now I'll try to hurt you as little as possible, and I'll be as gentle as I can. It won't take more than a second, so try not to worry too much."
I pushed it slowly in between the tight young muscles, and was surprised at the way they suddenly contracted and gripped my finger. "Now just relax as much as you can," I ordered. But she only gripped them tighter. Her eyes were closed and she started breathing faster. To my great surprise her thighs were twitching, and her hands pressed down on the settee either side of her. This took her weight, and she was able to raise her buttocks to wriggle her body. I couldn't believe my eyes! My young patient was actually masturbating herself on my finger!
I was speechless to remonstrate with her, and my own cock was throbbing wildly against my stomach. I hesitate to speak and then it was too late. I was actually finger fucking the girl! Her eyes opened and she smiled up at me. "Thanks, doctor," she gasped. "I'm sorry if I've shocked you, but undressing like that and feeling you touching my cunt has made me co sexy, I can't help myself. Your finger doesn't hurt like Harry's cock did. It's smaller I guess and I. . . oh!. . . please, please go on rubbing me, slowly. . . make it last ... it feels so wonderful."
I had committed myself and even if I had wanted (and I bloody well didn't) it would have been unwise not to have satisfied her. As it was I was only to keen to make her come and feel her sweet juices and pulsating spasms.
She was gazing at the lump in my trousers which was now only too obvious. "Doctor," she whispered. "You're feeling randy too, aren't you? May I toss you off ... please ... I promise I keep it a secret ... cross my heart."
Words failed me completely. She took my silence as a sign of acquiescence, and reached out shyly to squeeze the hard prick through my trousers. I moved nearer without thinking to enable her to extract my randy horn. She swiftly undid the buttons and sought the opening with eager hands. In five seconds flat she had not only my cock in her hand but my balls out and firmly cupped in the other. I was dazed with the speed things had got completely out of hand and too excited to care. I felt those lovely white hillocks on her chest with my free hand and allowed her to toss me off as she wanted. I was finger-fucking her harder and teasing her tits.
We were both perspiring and her bubs grew wet and sticky like her fanny was. She was handling my testicles roughly, but I didn't mind how much she hurt them. I was crazy with lust as I knew her to be.
Now she was drawing me closer towards her head. Her face was coming ever nearer to my throbbing erection. Her lips parted and sought the red shiny knob. I was past resisting. . . it was deep inside her warm mouth and her tongue was licking the sensitive skin at the sides.
She was sucking at me furiously with all the suction of a vacuum cleaner and kneading my balls mercilessly. Her free hand was frigging her own clitoris, and her thighs pressing up to meet my finger thrust. We were both panting and the end could not be delayed much longer. I held back as long as I could to be sure of satisfying Susan before my spunk half choked her.
With one little moan, I felt the sharp contractions inside her vagina and the warm wetness inside her passage. She spent profusely for a girl of that tender age. Seconds later I ejaculated into her mouth. She tried to hold her breath and not to swallow but the thick stream of sperm flowed in a seemingly endless jet, filling her mouth and overflowing down the sides of her cheeks. She had to swallow, and great quantities of thick cream slipped down her throat into the recesses of her stomach. "Ooooh!" she gasped as her mouth was once more empty except for my throbbing prick. "Ooooh! That was marvelous. . . was it marvelous for you too?"
"Yes, Susan, dear," I answered softly. "It was wonderful. I'm sorry I didn't manage to pull out in time."
"I didn't want you too," she whispered. "Yours doesn't taste a bit like father's did. I even managed to swallow of it. It is a heavenly feeling, isn't it?"
The fascinating thing about Susan was the fact that she was so completely unspoilt, unashamed of her natural impulses, so uninhibited that she was incapable of suppressing her desires once they were fully aroused. Yes, I thought, she was indeed an exceptional child. Her future was rosy, if she learned how to keep herself out of trouble; and she was going to satisfy herself and all her lovers for many years to come.
Her attitude was so free and easy, that, even when it was all over, I had no regrets or uneasiness. There would be no regrets on her part, I was confident, and I had nothing to fear from her. Perhaps it was as well, I kidded myself, it would help to lessen the danger of further trouble with Mr. Wright.
I helped her get dressed, and had Mrs. Dawson bring her in a cup of tea and biscuit before she left. She put her young arms round my neck and kissed me, before saying: "Thanks again, Doctor...thanks for everything .I'll be looking forward to coming again next week. Shall I ring and make an appointment?"
"Yes, perhaps that would be best," I replied. "Make it about the same time Thursday or Friday. Look forward to seeing you."
I gave her an affectionate hug, saw her to the door and she was gone.
I'd completely forgotten about my promise to have my housekeeper see her to the bus. But Susan was a girl who was quite old enough to take care of herself now, I reflected.
The next visit I put at the back of my mind temporarily, I did not dare contemplate what might happen. . . though I suppose what was to follow was already predestined to take place.
I washed, changed my clothes, had a quick meal and prepared to face evening surgery. It was going to be more tedious than ever this particular night, and I was dreading it.
CHAPTER FIVE
The surgery was uneventful. There were fewer patients than usual, and several only for new prescriptions or certificates excusing them from work.
Long before eight, I was free. I had no evening calls to make, and I was able to relax with a stiff whisky and soda and a good cigar until the wicked stepfather was due at nine.
He arrived promptly and fidgeted nervously. . . he was a very worried man! I never let him off the hook for an instant; and, when he left about half an hour later, I was reasonably confident that he would leave young Susan severely alone from then on, even if he did satisfy his insatiable lust elsewhere unknown to the much-relieved Mrs. Wright. He was very devoted to her in many ways; but, like a lot of men who are oversexed, he couldn't bear to have all his eggs in one basket.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the back of him, and went through into the lounge again to watch Television and have a couple of shorts before bedtime.
At ten-thirty I suddenly remembered my promise to phone Miss Wilkinson, and looked up the number in our local directory.
She answered the phone herself and recognized my voice.
"Oh, it's you doctor," she said, "I was beginning to think you had forgotten me."
"I'm sorry if I'm rather late phoning, but I had a long surgery, and a special patient to see afterwards; so I trust you will forgive me. How are you feeling? None the worse I trust?"
"No, indeed no, Doctor, thanks to you and your prompt and effective remedy." I could detect a trace of amusement in her voice, which sounded just as attractive over the telephone. "You know I don't really regret having dragged you out on your errand of mercy, though I know I should really. . . but the facts is, I found your visit so .stimulating. I do hope we shall meet again soon." She laughed as she tried to visualize the expression on my face.
My heart missed a beat. What did , she mean 'stimulating'?
Had she really been conscious when I fucked her and playing possum? I couldn't believe it. No, I was misconstruing her phrase.
"Well, I was only too glad to be of service," I replied, playing it safe. "We all find ourselves in awkward predicaments at some time or another. Hope the anesthetic wasn't too long before it worked itself off?"
Again that pleasant little laugh. "Oh, no, doctor, thank heavens! Otherwise I shouldn't have found your visit so stimulating, should I?"
I was speechless. She knew! I was certain of it. . . there was no other possible explanation for her words.
There was a long silence. Then she said sweetly: "Surprised, aren't you, doctor? I wish I could see your face at this minute. And to think you never guessed! I fooled an astute man like you, completely ... I ought to be very proud of my acting capabilities, oughtn't I? But it was a real test of will-power, I can assure you. I did so want to show how much I enjoyed and just how much I appreciated your diagnosis of my trouble and haste to remedy it!"
We both burst out laughing. I could not admire the way she had taken my unsolicited onslaught on her defenseless body, and the clever way in which she had contrived to not scare me away.
"You will continue the treatment from time to time, won't you, doctor," she asked coyly.
"Yes, Miss Wilkinson," I replied, "You must not think you can be fully cured with one injection. . . I must insist on prescribing a series of similar injections, possibly with an increased dose to be sure there is no reoccurrence of your depressions and acute symptoms of frustration. I shall give the matter my personal attention, and you must phone me if you feel the fits coming on,". . . "and," I added, "perhaps, if you are coming into town on Saturday to do your shopping, you would like to make an appointment here at my surgery afterwards. About three, if that would suit you?" my arms mischievously. "What does a handsome young doctor see in an ageing old spinster like me? Tell me, I'm dying to know!"
I laughed. "Decrepit old maid my foot," I replied. My dear, you're just reaching your prime, you don't look a day over thirty and what better combination can there be than that of an experienced head and young face and figure. I find you irresistible. Everything about you intrigues me, particularly your wonderful sense of humor." I held both her hands and looked at her admiringly at arm's length.
"Anyway, I went on. "This isn't a professional visit, so how about dropping the doctor, and calling me Dick?"
"Dick is a nice name and very appropriate," she laughed. "But allow me to introduce myself. . . I'm Christine, but all my friends call me Tina for short. . . and you are going to be my friend, aren't you?"
I pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. Then I took her by the arm and conducted her into the lounge. "What will you drink?" I asked. "Gin and tonic or gin and lime, if you please," she answered, without hesitation. I poured her a double and myself a scotch. We drank and joked for about half an hour, before I took her by the hand and led her up to my bedroom.
"I wondered how long you were going to make me wait for you," she teased. "What a nice room you've got. "We began undressing each other. It's always so much more fun than undressing oneself.
Soon we were nude, clasped in each other's arms.
She readily agreed to my proposal and the date was fixed.
That night she figured prominently in my dreams, as did young Susan; and I woke with one hell of a horn, as randy as ever.
* * *
Saturday came, and I squeezed all my calls in to the forenoon, to take an early lunch and be free for my visitor.
Mrs. Dawson had a half day; and after clearing the table, she changed and went off to meet a friend. I was alone in the house. I changed, shaved and got out tea things and a range of drinks.
Prompt on the dot the bell rang, and I hastened to admit Miss Wilkinson. She was very smart in a pale blue costume and white blouse. On her head perched a small shallow hat with a decorative ribbon and bow at the back. She carried a small suede handbag and a pair of white gloves. In her hand was a small parcel, tied up with colored string.
Her hair was neat and tidy, as I remembered it, but now she wore just a faint trace of make-up. Round her neck was a double row of small pearls and on the lapel of her costume she had pinned a brooch.
"Come in," I greeted her smiling. "Hello, there," she replied simply. "I've done all my shopping and Fenton, my butler, has taken it on home in the car. I can ring and ask him to fetch me later when you get tired of my company." She had a gay twinkle in the corners of her eyes and squeezed
My stiff prick was pressed up against her, waiting for the soft caresses of her warm hands. Her tongue was darting about in my mouth and mine in hers.
It was Tina who broke up the embrace and, gripping me by my cock, pulled me towards the bed.
The afternoon was hot and the sun was streaming in through the partly open window. We were content to lie on top of the quilt and make love without hindrance from sheets and blankets. I expected that Tina was a woman of strong passions and very experienced in sex. I was right. She knew every trick in the book, and we swapped positions each time we spent. It was one long orgy.
She had come prepared, wearing tight-fitting dutch cap over her cervix, and so I had no need to be careful, and we fucked freely, mingling our spunk and sharing our frequent orgasms.
When I had poked her in every conceivable position and she had performed on top of me, she offered up her small arse hole as a final offering to satisfy my lust. I fetched a small tin of vaseline to grease the tiny hole. I hurt her a bit before I finally got my penis well up her rectum and started giving her what Yorkshire men call a 'back scuttle'. My hands were tucked underneath her, playing with her now spunk sodden genitals. My fingers worked up her cunt in perfect unison with my prick, and I've never seen any woman so beside with frenzied passion. "Bugger me, Dick, bugger me," she cried. "Finger-fuck my hairy cunt. Slap your balls against my butt, come on bugger me!"
Our bodies were wet and slippery with sweat and come, and her front passage was squelching as my finger frigged it. Her butt was so tight. I wondered if this was her first ass-fuck. It held my huge prick in a grip of iron!
This last orgasm was the best of the afternoon, and I shot my load deep into the woman's eager bowels to mingle with her shit, as she spent once more over my jacking off fingers.
After that we lay quietly licking each other's genitals and tonguing each other, relishing the taste of our mutual spendings.
It was well after six before we got dressed and went down to have some refreshments.
Tina picked up the small parcel, she had brought, and passed it over to me. "Some cigarettes for you," she said. "Just a small token of my appreciation for the other afternoon or was it morning. I forget now. It all seems so long ago. They are Players, I found an empty packet in the garage, so I knew what brand you smoked."
She got the meal ready, and we sat down and talked as we ate.
At nine I ran her home, and we lingered over our final farewells in the car. It was still too light to mess about, but she gave my tool a goodnight squeeze through my trousers as she kissed me goodnight.
CHAPTER SIX
Susan phoned early in the week, and I put her off till the Saturday. I hated doing this as I was just longing to get fresh with her again, but my second-sense told me me that it would be better to do the thing properly without fear of Mrs. Dawson getting suspicious. I also rang Tina and remembered a previous engagement. I fixed up to take her a run in the car on Sunday and have a picnic lunch, which she kindly offered to provide. I agreed to bring the drinks. It was going to be a busy weekend!
I treated the usual number of coughs, colds, mumps, measles, visited a number of ailing, elderly patients and tried to ease their sufferings, pulled out two new babies, and diagnosed one case of syphilis. Then, at last, Saturday came round. How the morning dragged!
Susan arrived early, bless her; I judged she had been equally impatient and bitterly disappointed in having to wait the extra day to see me. Still here she was now, looking as radiant as ever and sexy as hell.
She was dressed just the same as on her previous visit.
As soon as the front door was safely closed behind her and duly locked, I took the child in my arms and kissed her lovingly. The warmth of her reciprocating kiss delighted me.
I led her upstairs and into my room. She showed no surprised, and began pulling off her clothes. We each knew exactly where we stood! We'd already burnt our bridges and there was no pulling out now!
I tenderly picked up her bare body and lowered it gently on to the bed. Soon my tongue was up the now-healed cunt, and wetting the entrance to her dainty quim. She was busy rubbing her wet lips along my prick and licking the entire length of it with her tongue.
She was eager and ready before I was, and imploring me to take he in my arms and fuck her.
"Please, please, Dick darling (I had told her to call me Dick when we were alone), don't tease me any more, come on top of me now and push it up inside me. It's not sore any more ... and it's been stretched once ... so I'm sure I can take it. . . it may hurt, dearest, but I don't mind ... and I do want you so terribly."
I climbed between Susan's outstretched thighs and felt the warmth of her body next to mine. My cock was rearing to explore the innermost recesses of her small young twat and soon pressing for admittance. The hard knob thrust unerringly into the opening and sought to penetrate her vagina.
I pushed hard and felt the muscles yield. Slowly, an inch at a time, I worked my cock inside her, till the hard head reached the wider, more flexible walls; then up and up it slipped, till the whole organ was up her as far as it would go. Then, knowing the length of penetration possible without hurting her, I started to fuck her, slowly at first and then faster and faster. My hands were tucked under her soft bottom and my lips sucking one of the tiny erect nipples. She was clasping my buttocks, pulling me into her, and panting with ever mounting passion.
"Darling, darling," she murmured, "it's all up me now. . . your lovely prick is fucking me. My cunt is burning with desire. . . fuck me harder, Dick, dear. . . it isn't hurting any more. . . and I want you to make me come with that gorgeous tool of yours."
Hell, the kid was a wonderful poke! I had never been in such a tight fanny; it reminded me of Tina's arsehole, it gripped me so fiercely.
I was longing to ejaculate and dreading the thought of having to pull out at the last moment. She was so tight and holding me so firmly, I wondered if I would be able to withdraw it so quickly ... and I did so want to feel my sperm gushing out into her warm, receptive cunt. . . I hesitated and then said, "Susan, sweetheart, would you mind terribly if I came inside you. I'll give you a pill to take ... you know one of the ones there's all the fuss about in the papers. . . I can syringe you out immediately and if necessary give you an injection to be quite sure. . . and it is the safest time between your periods ... what do you think?"
"Oh! Dick! I couldn't it if you pulled it out now. I want to feel that nice warm cream spurting up inside my belly. . . please don't take it away. . . I couldn't bear it!" Two round blue eyes looked at me pleadingly, there was a sob of sheer desperation in the child's voice.
I didn't reply, but just squeezed her butt tenderly. I resumed my fucking.
My lips sought hers, and I felt her body tensing as she neared her first climax. Her muscles held me in a voice and her cunt pulsated' as the spasms started to shake her sweet young body. Her tongue was darting in and out of my mouth and her fingers digging into my heaving buttocks. It all happened at once ... She pulled me wildly up her throbbing cunt and held me in her, as the jets of spunk shot into the hungry passage and filled it with my copious sperm. After a while I rolled my heavy weight off her aching body, and lay contentedly alongside her, holding her tight in my arms, while she happily ruffled my hair and tickled the hair on my chest.
I had remained in her till my cock had shrink to it's normal size and slipped smoothly from her slippery cunt. It now nestled snugly in her miniature bush, and my knee was wedged tight up against her dripping vagina. We gazed joyfully into each other's eyes and waited for our strength to return to our weary bodies.
Some thirty minutes later we were at it again! She was on her tummy, with a pillow pushed under to raised her buttocks. I was up behind her, once more ravishing that lustful little minge and refilling its empty recesses.
She was loving it, reveling in the new thrill of being poked by a virile young man, and treated like a grown up woman to all the many thrilling aspects of a sex relationship.
When she had enough and I was fully satisfied, I carried her into the bathroom and douched and sponged her. I gave her a small injection of a new drug, not yet on the market, which an American friend from medical school days had sent to me to test. It was, he said, proving very effective in the states. I gave her a pill to swallow, and left the rest to the Dame Fortune, who I trusted would see fit to smile on us.
Life was indeed pleasant that summer. My two mistresses showed no signs of tiring of my weekly sessions, often twice weekly in Tina's case. I led a full, happy sex life with the two of them, one ten years older, the other nearly fifteen years younger than myself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The months passed, Autumn came and departed, and Winter arrived with it's chilly winds and long periods of snow. My affairs both still flourish and prospered. My bonds grew stronger if anything, and I wondered how it would all end.
Tina was genuinely deeply in love with me, and I felt just the same way about her.
With Susan it was slightly different. I adored her of course; but always knew that one day the right boy would come along, and I would lost her. I was fully prepared for this, when it should happen, and so did not perhaps value my relationship with her quite so deeply as my attachment to Tina.
At first she and I left the past and our personal life out of our conversation: but as we got to know each other better, gradually I learned about her background.
Tina had a happy up bringing and good education. Her people had come from Ilkley, and her father, a successful business man in Bradford, had retired early. She had finished her schooling down near ascot at a very expensive public school and had a final year out in Switzerland.
Shortly after her return home she had met a boy from Huddersfield at a dance, and they had seen a lot of each other. He was her first love and in due time succeeded in breaking her in. They became engaged and the wedding day was chosen. Tina's father bought the young couple Beldon Hall as a wedding present. Roger, that was the boy's name traveled for a firm who made agricultural equipment. They thought a lot of him, and he was given the job of covering Ripon and a wide area round.
Everything was nearly ready for the happy day. Tina was busy with her trousseau and the plans for the reception, so unable to see as much as usual of her fianc�e. He was having a succession of parties and binges ... a sort of 'last fling, one might say. Then one night, ten days before he was due to be married, he got very drunk; it started innocently enough at a friend's house, but then someone suggested a pub-crawl. He party swelled, and they went on to Eadon and Guiseley, stopping at every in and necking and petting in cars. Finally, they finished up at a house near Harewood. A boy and his sister lived there. They were supposed to be staying with friends over in Harrogate while their people were away. The empty house seemed an excellent suggestion for a final orgy and a suitable spot to sleep off the effects. Twenty four youngsters invaded the place just after midnight, and the liquor continued to flow freely. Girls began stripping off clothes and dancing on tables. Boys drew lots for bedrooms and sleeping-partners. It must have been great fun. Couples were strewn round in their underwear, sitting on the stairs feeling each other, or lying on the rugs and carpets. One boy was even fucking his plump girls-friend on the billiard-table after trying to play a cannon with his prick.
The record player was screeching away, trying to make itself heard above the screams of laughter, girlish giggles, gasping moans, and panting fuckers. Virginities were being lost and laurels won.
Roger was drunkest of all, if that was possible. He was lying on a settee in his shirt and vest, his trousers were under the sideboard and his pants shading the standard lamp.
With him was a rather .sweet kid of sixteen. Her father was a prominent banker and her maidenhead still intact. Her name was Brenda Stevenson. She was less intoxicated than most, and trying desperately to remove Roger's itching fingers from her crutch. Her dress was torn and hanging off one shoulder, and one of her bubs was hanging out after being mauled by the lustful young man's hands.
Tears were welling up in her eyes, as she pleaded with him to behave; but he turned a deaf ear on all her entreaties. No one else took the slightest notice to her cries for help.
Roger, intent on the kill, forced her legs apart and roughly felt her pussy. Brenda's eyes were wide with terror, and she was trying desperately to fight him off. He was strong and determined, the drink had drowned all his sense of pity, he continued relentlessly to maul her previously untouched body. Fingers were inserted up her virgin cunt in to her small ass-hole. When she refused to touch his stiff cock, he slapped her hard across the face with the back of his hand. Trembling fingers finally clutched the exposed member and held it unwillingly.
Whether he was sober enough to realize she was still chaste, or whether it would have made any difference if he had, no-one will ever know. When he tried to force his cock into her mouth, she bit it; and he blacked her eye in rage, gripping his smarting organ.
"Right you bitch," he yelled, striking her again and again. "You're asked for it and now you're going to get it What the hell do you think this is?. . a tea party? You'll pay for that, you savage minx."
She had struggled to her feet, as he stepped back when she bit him. Now, under the onslaught of his blows, she fell backwards on to the settee and screamed. Roger seized her ankles and dragged her forward. Her head fell heavily on to the floor.
While she was still dazed, he wrenched off her panties and threw himself on top of her. He landed on her body with all his weight, in his hand and being forced into her slit.
Her resistance had been completely broken, and she just gazed up at him with horror in her eyes. His face was hard and cruel, his eyes burned with the lust that possessed him. His tool tearing it's way up her narrow cunt, stretching the dry walls and cruelly lacerating her membrane. She let out one great piercing yell. . . just as a police whistle sounded and four or five coppers burst into the room.
He was forcibly dragged of the sobbing girl, who just lay there, blood gushing from her bruised cunt. The others members of the party were rounded up, names and addresses taken, and they were bundled off to Harewood Police Station in two squad cars. One constable waited behind for an ambulance and traveled with Brenda to Leeds Infirmary.
Neighbors, thinking the house had been broken into and hearing the sound of breaking glass, had phoned the police, who had arrived just too late to save poor Brenda.
They found that her vagina had been badly lacerated and the cervix split. The girl had lost a lot of blood when she reached the hospital, and was unconscious from weakness and shock. She was rushed to the operating theatre and given two blood transfusions, but died three hours later.
Roger was tried for manslaughter and rape and got eight years. The scandal was appalling, as all the youngsters came from good families.
Tina was stunned by the news and persuaded her people to sell their house; and the family all moved up to Beldon Hall, away from their friends and the area in which they were so well known.
Tina took it very badly, and it put her against men. She went on a long cruise with her mother to get over the shock.
Her people, being elderly and not in too good health, never really got over the affair. Her father had a heart attack and died in his sleep. The mother, overcome with grief, passed away the following summer. So for the last five years, Tina had been on her own. The old family retainer. Fenton, stayed on in her service and supervised the other servants. She had avoided the other sex and contented herself with W.V.S. work, and the Women's Bridge Club of which she was president.
So, but for my taking advantage of her temporary unconsciousness and demonstrating the forgotten joys to be derived from having a randy prick stuck up one's she might have never again herself the chance to fall in love a second time.
She never attempted to force matters and seemed content to allow me to take the initiative. So it was that the following spring I duly popped the question and was married to Tina at the end of August. We lived at Beldon Hall and I retained the other house as a surgery, thinking at some future date I would get a partner and he would be able to occupy the place.
We had a lovely honeymoon in Italy, while a locum looked after my practice for a month. We were both divinely happy.
I found that the tragedy of her earlier affair with Roger had made her more tolerant and appreciative of the fact that men were by nature polygamists. Her attitude was that, as long as I loved her and we were happy, she did not care who else I had an affair with. However, she made me promise that, if I thought it was in danger of breaking up our marriage, I would break it off immediately.
So it was that I finally told her the whole story of Susan and felt much better for getting it off my chest. She said of course that I had taken an awful risk. She said on our return that she would like to meet Susan, and that it would be better, if I wished to continue to see her occasionally, if she came up to Beldon House and much wiser not to have her come round to the surgery.
Susan, herself, had taken my engagement and marriage very well. She hadn't shown any sign of jealousy and I put this down to the difference in our ages. However, she had pleaded on several visits that I should not stop seeing her and that I would not stop fucking her, even if it could only be arranged occasionally.
It was about a fortnight after I had got back that she rang my surgery and I arranged with her to come up to tea on the following Sunday and meet my wife.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan arrived at four o'clock, and I let her in myself. Fenton had been given the day off to visit his brother and the daily went off after lunch. Tina took to the child immediately and went out of her way to make her feel at home. After tea I left them together, as Tina had suggested, and took some letters to the pillar-box down the lane.
I found them in the drawing room just as I had left them, but noticed Susan seemed to have brightened up considerably and was strangely excited.
It was Tina, who spoke: "Well, Dick, we've had a most interesting conversation while you've been out, I've told Susan here about you having let me into your little secret and that I don't really mind you making love to her. . . and now I've met her, I'm not surprised you find her so attractive. So you two go upstairs and have fun, while I clear up these tea things. I'll maybe come and join you later, that is if you don't mind!" Susan had an arm round the older woman's waist, and smiled towards me.
"We don't mind, do we, Dick? Your wife is such a sport, Td like her to see I can make you very happy."
"Well, you two amaze me. You're both full of surprises. I never know what you'll come up with next." I answered, laughing. I took Susan's hand and led her off upstairs.
It was nearly six weeks since I had screwed her, and the child was as randy as hell. She couldn't get her clothes off fast enough.
Before I was half undressed, she was lying in the middle of the double-bed with her legs apart, playing with herself. "Come on, Dick," she said, "It's ages since I had it, and my little cunt is crying out to be fucked."
I crossed to the bed, my stiffening prick, swinging manfully from side to side. "Your never could wait for it. Would you? I'll bet you've been missing this cock of mine."
The preliminaries were ignored, and I got stuck into her. She was already wet with lustful expectation and her body as desirable as ever. I fucked her slowly, watching the happy expression on her radiant face as she savored the pleasure of my tool in her frustrated box. Her arms wound themselves round my neck and pulled my mouth down to hers. Passionate kisses were exchanged and hungry tongues explored each other's mouths.
I was so completely engrossed in the act of adultery, that I never heard Tina steal quietly into the room and take her things off. The first intimation of her presence was when she stuck her fingers up my heaving bottom and clasped my dangling balls.
She was just in time to feel the testicles empty themselves into Susan's throbbing slit. "Ah!" She said. "You've come, my darling. I see I was just in time to witness your orgasm."
She withdrew her fingers from my butt and I rolled from on top of the young girl's shaking body. Tina sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at Susan's little breasts. "You have a lovely figure, Susan, dear," she said softly. I had at your age. She fondled the child's bubs and caressed them affectionately.
Susan was watching her large breasts with the prominent nipples and raised herself to a sitting position to take one of the rigid nipples into her wet mouth. I swung my wife's legs on to the bed and rolled her over on her belly. Then, gripping her ankles I pulled her to the bottom and lowered her feet on to the floor. "Tina, you suck that lovely child's cunt and taste the delicious spunk I've shot up it, while I see what I can do to satisfy yours."
I leaned over her back and guided my organ to her hairy twat, while my wife placed her lips on Susan's dripping fanny and began tongue-fucking her.
The faster I poked Tina, the faster her tongue darted in and out of Susan's quim. I had hold of both my wife's tits and she had her hands on the girl's breasts. I could hear Tina sucking my sperm out of her and guessed by the side-to-side movement of her head that she was rubbing Susan's sensitive clitoris with her nose.
The girl was working up to her second climax, and sobbing softly, "Oh! That's divine, don't stop
Tina, dear, I'm going to come. . .oohh!. . oooooh!"
My wife's butt was already heaving and trembling wildly, and I ejaculated, sending my stream of spunk gushing into the woman's vagina, and dug my nails into the soft flesh of her perspiring titties.
After a short rest, Susan sucked my prick hard again and the two females excited each other's genitals ready for a third session. Susan suggested that it was her turn to suck Tina and I should fuck her at the same time.
Tina lay on her back her legs to the top of the bed. Susan got on top of her. I tucked the two pillows under her thighs to raise her belly up off my wife's chest.
Then, kneeling either side of Tina's head, I leaned over Susan's back. Susan was already burying her mouth in my wife's crotch long before I contrived to get my tool in her cunt and my balls in Tina's mouth.
My hands worked their way between the girls to grasp Susan's breasts, and I began to work my prick in and out of the kid's cunt as my balls were yanked to and fro in Tina's mouth. I must admit this distinctly hindered my fucking and shortened the stroke. But, the delightful sensation of feeling her tongue lapping round my testicles more than counteracted it.
I was watching Tina's knees: and, when I saw them shake and raise, I knew it was time to fetch Susan off and lunged more wildly into her, oblivious to the pain in my aching balls. Her muscles contracted round the base of my shaft, and I spurted my spunk into the tight passage.
When it was all over, my wife ran Susan home in the car as her visit had lasted much longer than expected.
This was the forerunner of many happy Sundays, when we staged similar three-handed performances.
* * *
In November Susan was sixteen and impatient to leave school. Her teacher said that she was not taking the same interest in her studies and seemed impatient to take a job and start earning a living. Most of her friends had left at the end of the summer term and this no doubt had unsettled her. However, I knew what the real cause was. She had grown up suddenly. A girl can't have intercourse regularly with a man fifteen years older than herself and retain the same attitude to her education and school life.
Her mother, who thought I had been taking an interest in the girl out of sympathy and to help her get over the incident with her step-father, came to consult me as to what she should do.
I said that, if Susan would attend a commercial college and learn shorthand and typing, I would be prepared to take her on as a receptionist. This would relieve me of a lot of clerical work and Mrs. Dawson of having to open the door and take the telephone messages.
The practice had grown considerably in the three years, and I felt it was high time I had more leisure. I thought of a boy who had attended medical school with me, called George Turner, and who was at Batley General Hospital when I last heard of him.
We had always got on well together, and had the same views on Medicine and life in general. I decided to try and trace him with a view to offering him a partnership.
Tina, an only child, had inherited all her people's money, more than I had earned or was ever-likely to. So, whilst being careful not to hurt my pride, she tactfully suggested that to give away part of my income and have more time to spend with her was only sound common-sense.
After making a lot of inquiries, I located him at a hospital in York and invited him over for a weekend.
I met him with the car one bleak Saturday afternoon late in February. Snow was falling and I had had to dig my way out of the garage. The train was nearly half-an-hour late and the waiting room, perishingly cold. As usual British Railways contrived to see the tiny fire was all but out, and a formless-looking porter came in and threw on just sufficient wet slack to extinguish all flame.
Roger, finally arrived, looking fit and well. He greeted me with a cherry smile, and said, "Hello, Dick, good to see you again, though you might have chosen a better day."
I led him out to the car and got in restarted with difficulty. Ten minutes later we were home and getting warm in front of a cozy fire. Tina had drink all ready, and the brandy warmed us up in no time.
Of course we talked shop mostly, recounting all we had done since we least met. Tina was content to sit and listen, and refill our glasses.
When I broached the reason for getting him to come up, he said with mock dismay, "Oh, Dick, I thought you asked me up because you wanted to see and old friend. . .not to find someone to do all your dirty-work for you!" We all laughed and I could see the proposition interested him.. He went along to evening surgery with me and. when we returned for dinner, he had made up his mind to accent my offer.
He couldn't get away from the hospital until a suitable replacement had been found. But a month later he arrived with all his goods and chattels and was installed in my old home attached to the surgery.
Right from the start I knew I had selected just the right man for the job. Tina liked him immensely and his charm soon made him popular with my patients.
CHAPTER NINE
George and I planed it so we had alternate weekends off from the Friday till the Monday; the rest of the week shared the work, one taking the surgery and the other the visiting and emergency calls.
On his week-ends off George used to go to see a girl friend he had made in York. She had red hair and hazel eyes and was a nurse at the hospital where he had been. Her name was Helen Roberts. She was living in at the nurses home, and they had spent a lot of time together, dancing and boating. She was a nice girl and had become very fond of him. He'd been trying to persuade her to let him have intercourse with her for some time. She'd allowed him to touch her, and had been quite prepared to play with him; but whenever he tried to get on top of her, she panicked and fought shy of performing the act itself.
I suggested he should persuade her to come down to Beldon Hall one week-end, and the change environment plus a generous amount of gin might work the oracle.
I was anxious to meet the girl, who from George's description sounded pretty devastating. When she came after a bit of persuading, she turned out to be a honey. She looked a sexy little bitch, the sort that play hard to get but once mastered can't get enough.
We played cards and drank lashing of brandy and gin. We were all a bit squify by eleven o'clock. We put the stereo on and danced round the lounge to wind up the evening. Helen was well oiled and hardly able to keep her feet. Her eyes were half glazed and her speech slurred. She was giggling like a schoolgirl. We kept changing partners, and I pressed her body close to me and she seemed to like it. George had his cheek against Tina's and she was telling him some dirty joke or other.
At midnight Tina suggested we should go up to bed and helped the staggering girl up to her room, which was between ours and the one we had prepared for George.
My wife helped her to get undressed and into bed: while she was sat talking to her, George came in . in his pajamas. Soon afterwards she said goodnight and came through to me.
We could hear voices from the adjoining room, but could not make out the words. After ten minutes, we heard a shuffling noise and the sounds of a door being opened. I stole quietly out of bed and peered down the corridor. Helen was leaning heavily on George's shoulder, and he was supporting her round the waist. She was making nasty gurgling sounds and was obviously on the point of being violently sick.
I turned and called Tina who was pulling on her bedroom slippers. We followed the couple and found Helen knelt on the floor. Her head was over the lav and her tits hanging out of the top of her low-cut nightie. She was fetching up the contents of her stomach and her body was trembling. After a few minutes, when she had brought most of the drink, she seemed to recover and we got her back into bed.
She clung on to George and would not release his neck. Her nightie was up round her waist and Tina and I had a wonderful view of her private parts. "Don't leave me George, darling," she whispered. "Sorry. . .but I had too much to drink ... don't be cross with me, will you?"
"Of course, I won't, sweetheart," he murmured tenderly, "I'll stay with you all night, if you want me too."
"Would you? I think I'd like that!"
The only light in the room was the small shaded lamp on the bedside table, and Tina and I stood in the shadows just inside the door. The couple seemed quite unaware of our presence and started necking and petting. Helen drew his penis out and rubbed it affectionately, while he fumbled with her bubs and got them out above the low-cut nightie. They were beautifully shaped and full. She raised her knees and parted her thighs, showing us that luscious red bush that cradled her soft pink cunt. She took one of my partner's hands of her breast and laid it gently of her genitals.
"Feel my cunt, finger it and frig it, like you usually do, darling, I ... I feel so ... so sexy George ... make me want you, dearest."
George needed no second bidding. His fingers were already hard at work rubbing her small clitoris "Oh, Helen, I do want you so badly, won't you let me come to you and make love to you properly," he gasped in a hoarse voice. His cock was rock-hard and jumping wildly in her hand.
"Yes, darling, if you want me so much, take me. I'm all yours, take me if you wish ... " Her voice died away in a sigh of blissfull contentment.
He was very gentle with her, despite his raging passion. He lay on top of her, taking as much weight as possible on his elbows.
It was Helen who led the big knob to her closed slit and held open the lips with her fingers. George was panting already with excitement, and I feared he might come before he got it in her.
As the head of his penis touched the moist soft flesh, he began to push it through the narrow opening, stretching the tight entrance to admit his organ. She moaned quietly, as little by little the bulging head forced its way in and up. She was a writhing bundle of passion, quivering from head to toe, kissing his cheeks and mouth with wet lips, and imploring him to take her. "It's going in! Further, push it right up me, let me feel all of it inside me, darling, hurt me. . .I don't care. . . I want to give myself to you completely . .Ow!. . . OOhhhh!. . .push harder sweet ... break the skin and make me yours ... all yours.
George lunged and she screamed. It was over in a flash. He was through the barrier, and the whole length of her passage was available to his battering ram. The whole prick disappeared into the girl's cunt and his balls were tight against her butt.
Her eager hands grasped his buttocks and held him tight inside her, while they both regained their breath and the pain of her broken maidenhead subsided. Then, when he felt her hands relax, he began to use her and enjoy the body he had just conquered.
We watched fascinated. Tina was rubbing herself and I was playing with my own organ. I could see the sweat glistening on George's bottom and hear his grunts of satisfaction as he rammed his prick in and out of the soft vagina. Helen sighed happily and pressed him in to her. Sensations, which she had never experienced before, were raging in her abdomen and sharp, Hhrilling pains, wich gave unbelievable pleasure, were causing her to groan and gasp as they began to occur with increasing frequency, each spasm fiercer than the one preceeding. Her cunt was pulsating and she could feel her lover's tool throbbing inside it. It felt like a red-hot poker and burned the walls of her over-heated organ.
Tina could resist it no longer. She rushed forward and grasped the swinging testicles to feel them contract and tighten as they emptied their sperm. Her own cunt was dripping as a result of her masturbating. I was almost there myself. There was no time to get my prick inside her arsehole I just managed to thrust it between her legs as she leaned over the foot of the bed to reach for the hairy bollocks.
With one deep, savage grunt, George fired his boiling spunk into the spending girl's soaking passage. Helen was sobbing delirious ecstasy as she felt the hot jet bursting forth to accentuate the joys of the wild spasms she was experiencing. I had been on the verge of ejaculating and the mere action of ramming my prick between my wife's thighs sufficed to cause me to eject my stream, which shot out in an arc. I spilled all over my partner's quivering bottom, while Tina's come dripped down on the emptying cock.
CHAPTER TEN
I wondered how George would react to Tina's impulsive action and waited anxiously to see what he would say.
Slowly her hand released his scrotum and he withdrew his limp prick from Helen's wet and bloody twat. He turned his head at smiled at Tina. "Thanks," he said, "that was just what I needed."
I laughed in genuine relief. "I hope you are going to dry my butt, you sod, I had a bath this morning" he said kidding to be mad with me. "How did I make out? I'm always willing to take advice from you experts."
Helen was fast asleep, and this conversation was fortunately spared her. I was still gazing at the red-haired fanny that seemed to hold a strange fascination for me.
"Look at my randy husband," Tina mocked. "Can't take his eyes of other women's cunts. He really couldn't blame me if I was unfaithful to him ... I don't think he'd mind so terribly, would you Dick, dear?"
"She's quite a woman, George, I think that tool of yours has taken her imagine ... but I forget you're too young to have it twice!" I said to bait him.
"Hell, if she wasn't your wife Dick, I'd make you eat those words," he retorted.
"Well, let's pretend I'm not, and see if you're man or mouse," Tina quipped. "Look at this poor thing, all limp and lifeless. I can't bear to see it hanging down, looking so dejected." She took hold of it and sat on the edge of the bed. George was still kneeling, between Helen's legs. He looked towards me.
"It's O.K. by me George," I assured him. "Tina and I are very broadminded; and if you think you can satisfy her, let's see do it."
Before he could answer, he felt Tina slip his prick into her warm mouth and begin to coax it back to life.
"Go on George feel her hairy cunt, you'll find it wet and itching to be fingered," I murmured, giving him a hint to get cracking.
Tina stretched one leg along the bed, leaving the other dangling on the floor, to open her crutch for him to feel her fanny. Her mouth had aroused George's passions and he pushed probing fingers into the wet slit. My wife was now sucking the stiffening organ and her tongue playing over the pear-shaped knob. George liked the feel of being gammed and began thrusting his tool in and out of the sucking lips. He was finger-fucking my randy wife and I saw he had got a third finger inside her cunt.
Suddenly Tina withdrew her head and said softly, "You're nearly there George, which would prefer, to have me suck you off and spurt it into my mouth, or to come on top of me and shoot it up my cunt."
"I ... I'd ... like to fuck you ... if I may," he cried all hot up with passion. Tina lay back alongside the prostrate Helen and pulled him on top of her. Her hands fumbled to get the erection between her cunt lips, and then she raised her legs and wound her knees round George's waist. Her ankles locked over his butt and her heels forced his buttocks downwards, driving his prick deep into her eager cunt.
I stood at the foot of the bed, my tool jutting out from my forest of hairs at an angle of forty-five degrees, watching my partner enthusiastically fucking my wife. Then I gazed at Helen.
"Right," said, "what's good for the goose is good for the gander."
I reached out and extinguished the lamp. In the darkness I climbed on top of the sleeping girl, and coaxed my cock into the bleeding minge. It was lovely and tight, and I slipped easily up her till I touched the very top of the vagina. In my mind I was picturing the red pubic hairs, now pressed against my belly, and I felt for the voluptuous breasts. She stirred slightly and sighed. Her hands moved slowly round my waist, and then worked up my back to rest on my shoulders.
"Georere, darling, Geortte ... " She whispered, drawing my lips down to hers. "You're inside me, dearest, I can feel you," she gasped. "It made me want you again, sweet, take me quickly dear, before I fall asleep." She began moving her buttocks, impatiently urging me on to fuck her. I could feel George belting into my wife and hear the frenzied panting and sharp intakes of breath, as they fought back their impulses to spend and tried to prolong the rapturous delight as long as possible.
I breathed as heavily as I could myself, and tried to drown the sounds. I was enthusiastically poking the nurse, sucking at her breasts alternately and then kissing her parted lips.
I worked my right hand down between our bellies to find the small sensitive swelling in her groove. I rubbed it furiously with the ball of my forefinger, as I plunged my prick in and out of that lovely cunt. She came before me, and I felt her orgasm take place.
The whole fanny seemed to tighten round my cock and be trying to suck my sperm from me ... I was sweating all over with my exertions and lusting for satisfaction.
Her throbbing cunt sucked me dry like an extraction fan; I'd never felt a woman grip me so intensely. It was as if a straw had been thrust down the central hole and was being used to drain my testicles. The effect was terrific. I couldn't move while those muscles continued to grip my tool and my spunk, instead of spurting out, was slowly seeping out up the constricted channel, filling the inner recesses of Helen's vagina. My prick smarted and hurt, just as it did the first time I tossed myself off as a boy. But it was an indescribable thrill I shall never forget.
All I could do was lay there on top of her, till my cock had shrunk and her muscles relaxed. She fell asleep in my arms or I'm not sure they ever would.
When I was free and switched on the light, I saw we were alone. The others had crept out without me even hearing them.
I found Tina in the bathroom syringing herself, and heard George running water into the basin in his bedroom, doubtless to wash off the blood that might still be staining his prick.
* * *
The next day while I was on duty, George and Helen relaxed. There was no reaction on her part, as I sensed that she was relieved to have got the unpleasant breaking of her virginity over. From now on the fear and pain were behind her and she could settle down to a happy sex life. When I returned for lunch, she acted quite normally, and I was convinced she had no suspicion of my having screwed her.
Lots of weekends she spent with George at the surgery, but we thought it best not to invite them up to Beldon Hall. We might be tempted to suggest swapping partners; and, whilst George and my wife would have no objections, I was not too sure Helen would fall in with idea.
However, one good thing came out of it all. When Susan duly took up her duties as my secretary cum receptionist, it made things easier for Tina. Whenever Susan stayed the night and slept with me, George would come over and make my wife happy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I'll skip the next years of my life. They were very happy and it seemed that they were destined to remain so.
George and Helen got married and set up home at the surgery. Susan, after a bitter quarrel with her step-father, making life at home intolerable, moved in with us at Beldon Hall. We often slept three in a bed; and the two of them formed a strong Lesbian attachment to one another, which in no way detracted from their sexual desires towards me.
It is common knowledge that the medical profession frowns on any associations of an unsavory nature between Doctor and Patient. Having been guilty of breaking this long-established code in both Tina's and Susan's case. I was lulled in to a sense of false security. I had two more strange incidents that led to a degree of familiarity between girls attending the surgery and myself, though these were fleeting fancies on my part and died a natural death without any harm being done.
No, it was some years later that the particular event, that was to prove my ultimate undoing, took place.
A young married couple made an appointment to see me and were shown in to the surgery by Susan. He was a ordinary sort of man pleasant enough but with not much personality. His wife, on the other hand, had charm, looks, figure and everything that goes to make a really 'smasher'. They had been married about eighteen months, and the only fly in the ointment was the fact that the girl had as yet not conceived. She had a strong maternal instinct and was crazy to have children of her own.
Their sex-life had been regular and complete, if not particularly exciting or romantic. No precautions had been taken, yet she had never fallen pregnant. She was a virgin up to the time of the marriage and neither party had ever had connections other than with each other. Such were the facts presented to me.
I agreed that one of them must be incapable of reproducing, or as happens in rare cases there was some unexplainable physical phenomena that made it impossible for them to reproduce, though either might be able to do so with another partner.
I told them that a medical examination and certain tests would enable the matter to be settled without doubt one way or another. I suggested that there might be some obstruction in the wife's tubes or womb that a simple operation would put right.
They left, somewhat reassured, stating that they would talk it over and contact me within the next week or so to let me know what they had decided.
It was the husband who phoned. He made an appointment and came for me to examine him. I drew of a quantity of his sperm and sent it away for analysis to a lab.
The following day the wife came and I examined her in Susan's presence. I took X-ray photos and samples from the lining of her womb. These also I sent away.
She herself was quite sure that it was her husband who was to blame, whilst he had been equally adamant that it was his wife's fault. When the reports arrived, I found that it was the husband who was incapable of fertilizing the wife's cells, and that she was in every way capable of motherhood.
Now up to this time I hadn't put a foot wrong. The next step should have been to get them to come and see me together and give them the facts in each other's presence.
But, by a cruel twist of fate, the wife called in during surgery the same morning the reports arrived. I told her the plain truth. Her first reaction was relief that it was not her that was at fault. Then when I mentioned that I proposed to call her husband and explain the facts, she suddenly burst into tears and pleaded with me to give her a day to think the matter over before I told him.
Seeing her so distressed I agreed and after giving her a sedative, she departed home.
Next morning she was back. She was obviously in some difficulty finding words to express her thoughts, and I had to coax her into telling me why she didn't want her husband to know the truth.
She confided that she came from working class people, who were strict Roman Catholics. She had always from childhood been determined to better herself. That despite her home and schooling, chiefly aided by her good looks, she had managed to mix with children above her station. She watched and copied their speech and manners, and studied hard to acquire the necessary standard of education to get a decent job. Her looks had enabled her to get a stewardess' job with B.E.A. and she had been employed on domestic flights between London and Edinburgh, and London and Glasgow.
Her husband flew regularly on these routes in connection with his business and they had got friendly. He was the only son on a wealthy broker, who transacted a lot of business of behalf of clients from the north. He had a large private income and would one day inherit his father's firm and the capital he had amassed.
She was quite happy with him except for this one trouble, which was causing all the friction between them. She was not willing to sacrifice the chance of having kids of her own. . . one at least. Her catholic upbringing ruled out divorce, even if she had been prepared to give up the comfortable life she had grown accustomed to. If her husband knew the truth, he would insist on adopting a child. This would only serve to remind her that she was never to have one of her own. If, however he were not told, she could have one to someone else and he would bring it up as his own.
She pointed out that if he adopted one it was exactly the same thing. . . someone else's child. But this way he would be much happier thinking he was the actual father and she would have the gratification of bringing up her own baby.
I could see the logic in her arguments, and her entreaties finally won me over.
CHAPTER TWELVE
So I told him the lie she asked me to. He was delighted to be assured that they would be able to have children. I told him the trouble could be put right by a simple manipulation, that it was the fact that his wife's womb lying in a wrong position and this was causing the neck to be distended and the entrance partially sealed.
He swallowed it hook line and sinker. He suggested his wife should have it done at a private nursing home and that I should do what was necessary while he was abroad. He was leaving for the middle-east on some oil deal the following week and would be away a month.
I never saw the dangers ahead even then. I had the wife in a home for three days and pretended to treat her. That was easy. But the wife had got an idea that not any man would do as the father of her child. She was against any artificial insemination, because she must know who the father was. Then when I pointed out the fact that there was under a fortnight for her to select a suitable subject and persuade him to have intercourse with her ... she came out with the idea that must have been at the back of her mind all along. I was the man she wanted! She knew me, she liked me and above all she could trust me. If I would give my services no other man need be brought into our confidence. It would be safer for her and safer for me. She sobbed and pleaded, threw her arms round my neck and offered her beautiful body for my pleasure.
One look at the lovely creature and I was power-les to refuse. I never told Tina, who alone might have talked me out of it. I kept the case secret from George, and my only accomplice was Susan. She was enraptured by the bizarre situation and thought it a huge joke, little appreciating the jeopardy in which I was placing my entire career.
I chose the weekend George was away with Helen at her parents and persuaded Tina to visit a friend, she had been wanting to look up in London. If she had any suspicion she would put it down to Susan and I wanting two nights on our own.
My heart missed a beat when Susan let her in and showed her into the lounge. "Hello, I've arrived. She looked immaculate and her hair looked as it had been permed for the occasion. She had on a seductive tight-fitting dress that displayed all her graceful curves. The neck was low and showed an ample amount of cleavage. She had an expensive French perfume that I couldn't place, but which made her more seductive than ever. I had a perpetual horn, I must confess, right up to bed time. She sat on the couch at my side, sipping pink gins. She held my hand in hers and kept squeezing my fingers suggestively. Her skirt had worked up well above her knee, showing an area of bare skin above her stockings and the lace round the bottom of her panties.
Susan tactfully left us and went to bed early.
I had drunk numerous double-scotchs and was as eager to fuck her as she was to be made pregnant.
Once up in the bedroom, I unzipped her frock and pulled it over her head. I kissed her shoulders and fumbled with the hooks that fastened her bra. At last it came undone and my hands stretched round to feel those divine titties. I swung her round to face me so that I could admire her bare breasts and kiss her red lips.
She was undressing me now. with all the fervor of a newly married bride. My trousers, then my pants fell down around my ankles, whilst eager hands sought the virile prick that was going to bring the ultimate fulfillment into her life. I had her panties down and caressed her lovely bottom pressing her belly against my stiff organ. She released it and held me to her. We stood thus, savoring the warm saliva in each other's mouths and squeezing each other's arses.
Then she pushed me away and untied my tie. Her eyes were burning coals of passion and her hands trembling excitement.
Seconds later we were in bed, between the cool white sheets, pawing each other's nude bodies and exploring every sensitive portion of our respective anatomies.
Her cunt felt like velvet. Her soft hair was like a joy to touch and all while her gentle hands were teasing my balls and coaxing my cock to ensure it's readiness.
She let me excite her genitals till she could bear the suspense no longer, and a soft voice crooned in my ear, "I'm ready for you now, my dear, ravish my lovely body. Don't mind how rough you are, I want to feel you take me and use me. Enjoy me, darling, satisfy yourself with my willing cunt." I was in her before she finished speaking, fucking her roughly as a man, crazy with lust, might fuck a whore. I bit her lips and screwed her tits between my fingers. She never uttered a sound but took all and relished it. I must have hurt her, but some women like to be hurt. It hastens and enhances their satisfaction. Her nails dug into my flesh, drawing blood and all the while she urged me on to fuck her harder.
We had it seven times before dawn broke and the first light of day filtered through the curtains to light up our exhausted bodies. We overslept and it was ten before I came to my senses. I staggered to my feet, weak from the hectic night of sexual pleasure and called to Susan to make us some strong coffee.
* * *
Nine months later a boy was born and I had the satisfaction of pulling forth my own son from the same fanny that I derived so much happiness from. He was a joy to behold all eight pounds of him.
All went for several months. The wife brought the child to see me at regular intervals and on several occasions I poked her on the examination couch.
Then one day the blow came. The husband found a diary which his wife had kept. It told him everything in plain words that could leave no doubt in his mind as to the father of the child and the deception that had been practiced on him. He blew his top and rushed straight round to his solicitors. Before I even heard of the disaster, the diary and a signed statement from the outraged man were on their way to the medical council. The outcome could only be the erasing of my name from the medical register. Fortunately there was no criminal charge involved.
The case was so cut and dried that I never bothered to contest it. I wrote up acknowledging the facts to be correct as stated in the complaint filed, announced the fact that I had already disposed of my interest in the practice, and told them that I was going to live abroad.
This saved most of the scandal, and confined the publicity to a bare statement that Dr. Richard Grayson had been found guilty of unprofessional conduct in respect of a patient and the Medical Council had accordingly ordered that his name be struck of the Register.
Tina was wonderful, never a word of reproach. She went with me and we settled in a nice villa near Cannes and lived a life of luxury. Susan stayed on with George and his wife till she eventually got married. The husband fearing the publicity of a divorce and the hanger of his father, forgave his wife and adopted the child.
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
Just after her fourteenth birthday, when on holiday from her Boarding School, Muriel went to stay with her Aunt. Her parents were abroad, where her Father worked for the government as an engineer of civil works. Up to the age of ten, she had been brought up as one of the privileged children of the officials of the Colony. Then it had been decided that she must be sent home to a good school. Normally in the school holidays, a plane ticket had been waiting to take her out to spend the time with her parents. This time, a certain amount of trouble in the colony had made her parents decide against this, and she had been sent to stay with her Mother's sister. Her aunt Julia. This aunt had two children of her own, a daughter, Diana, of much the same age as Muriel, and a son, Gerald, who was nearly two years their junior.
When she arrived at the station, the local taxi had already been instructed to pick her up, and she had been quickly whisked out of town to the remote, but lovely house where her Aunt lived. She was delighted by her cousins, they were a lively, and healthy seeming pair, who made her very welcome. Her auntie had been cordial in her greeting, but had quickly left the three of them to their own devices.
They had gone up to the 'play-room', a small attic room that the children had taken over long ago, and had got well-stocked with their personal treasures and were soon old friends. The first time that it struck Muriel that there was anything at all unusual about the freedom of action and speech between the brother and sister was when, after they had been looking over the treasures in the form of climbing irons, skates etc., for some time, Diana had quite conversationally remarked, "Ooh! I must have a pee!" With no further so, she had gone and pulled a bucket out from a cupboard in the corner, and straddled it, slipping her panties down, to piss into it with a pronounced tinny noise.
Muriel found herself blushing a little for her new friend, and they both laughed, "By the time you have lived here for a little while, you will see why it is we have no false modesty between us!" the girl had assured her. Her panties pulled up again, she put the bucket back, and they continued their examination of the bits and pieces. In a large trunk, there was a marvelous collection of clothing for dressing up in and Muriel was thrilled with some of the costumes in it, they were all in perfect condition, and some of then dated back nearly a century! Pulling out and old bombazine dress, and a feather boa, Muriel was perplexed by the strange implement that lay beneath them. She picked it up, it was polished wooden handle, with a short length of wide, thick leather attached to it. This strap was about twelve inches long, and two inches wide, with the last six inches split into three 'fingers' with rounded ends. She was just about to ask whatever it was, when Gerald took it from her with a whoop, and swung around to give his sister a hearty whack across the seat of her frock with it! "Remember this, DI?", he demanded, laughing. She rubbed her rear, and told him, "Of course! And I bet you do!" She turned to her puzzled cousin, and explained, "When we were rather younger, Mom used to use that for spanking us when we were naughty! Then last year, when she said we had outgrown it, she bought a cane, and this got relegated to the attic!"
Muriel had not had any personal experience of corporal punishment, and only heard vague tales from different 'Nannies' of how the lower-class children got beaten when they were naughty. She found the subject raised a mixed feeling in her-a slight terror at the thought of being hurt, but also a strange interest in the thought of being laid bare for such treatment!
Her cousins were nothing loathe to discuss the subject, and for the next half-hour, she heard them recalling the various times when they had this strap applied to them, and more recently, taken turns to bend over the table for a dose of the new cane their mother had bought! No wonder they were not shy of having their lower bodies uncovered in front of each other, and didn't bother to leave the attic to go to the lavatory!
Further discussion was cut short by a bell ringing down below, and they had to go down for their tea. Over the tea-table, Muriel gazed at her Aunt. She was younger than her mother, and a very good-looking woman. Muriel found her eyes wandering to the well formed arms, and capable hands, with vague mental images of those hands baring a person's rear, and displaying a strap, reddening it as the victim wriggled and cried as the children had described these occasions. Again she got this strange thrill of mixed emotions, and moved her thighs on the hard surface of her chair in a vague discomfort.
Tea over, they all went out for a stroll in the spacious grounds around the house. Near to the actual building, these were laid out in very nice gardens at the front and sides, a well-stocked kitchen garden at the back, and then outside the cultivated area at the back, there was a large wood. Muriel realized the reason for the climbing irons, and knew that she was going to have a lot of fun here.
When her Aunt returned to the house, the other two took her to the woods to see a tree-top house they had built. Hanging down from the thick foliage of a large oak-tree, there was a rope ladder. Diana went up first, and Muriel climbed up after her, rather self-consciously aware of Gerald below her, with every opportunity to look up her clothes, and remembering the smart, imagine panties she was wearing!
Arrived at the top of the ladder, she found herself to be on a stoutly constructed platform, lashed into place across the main branches of the old tree.
Two thirds of this were enclosed in a hut built of wood, hard-board, and with a roof of tent canvas. It had a doorway covered by a heavy tarpaulin nailed into place at the top and down one side, and two small windows. Lifting the tarpaulin 'door', Diana led the way into this hut. It was quite large inside, and contained a card-table, several boxes with soft padding nailed onto them as seats, and even an old mattress doubled length wise, and covered with a blanket as a sofa! She was thrilled, and they spent the rest of their time in this hideaway, until the bell was heard again from the house, and they had to go in for supper.
Muriel had been given a single bed in a room she shared with Diana, and they chattered about life as they understood it once they were alone together. Muriel was surprised to find that Diana could put her right, and expand on most of the things she had heard from the other girls at school about sex, and looked on her friend with a new respect. They may be the same age but Diana certainly seemed to know a lot more about life!
CHAPTER TWO
At breakfast, Aunt Julia announced that she had to go into town on business, and advised them to enjoy themselves but behave themselves too, or she would want to know all about it when she came home! They went up to the attic, and collected the irons, and some ropes, intending to play in the woods. When she came across the strap with a handle, and trying to imagine what it had felt like. Again, the queer sort of thrill made her clench her legs tightly together, and Diana noticed this. Without saying a word, she picked up the strap when Muriel put it down, and slipped it into her belt.
Arrived at the woods, she took Muriel up into the tree-house, whilst Gerald climbed one of the nearby trees with the irons. When he was on the same level as the platform, he threw a rope across, and the girls made it fast to a stout limb, then tied some timber and tools onto another rope, and passed them across to him. He set to work on making a little observation platform, high up in the other tree, and cutting notches that would make it easy to reach. "When he has done, he will give us a shout, and we will help from this side whilst he fixes up that side, and we shall have a rope 'bridge' between the trees!" Diana explained to her cousin. "Meanwhile, we'll get a little snack ready."
Opening a box cupboard, she revealed a collection of bottles of soft drinks, some glasses, and knives. From the satchel she had brought with her, she produced a cake, and some tarts. "Hope Mom doesn't miss these they are supposed to be for tea but if she brings some chocolate �clairs from town as she usually does, she won't need them."
The cake cut, buns shared out, and glasses put out on the card table, with a bottle of orangeade in the middle, the girls sat together on the sofa, and Diana steered the conversation round to the one subject that Muriel was wanting to discuss. "I haven't had the cane at all this week! Mother will be wondering what is wrong!" She asked her cousin if this was unusual. "Do you really get it most weeks then?" Diana laughed, "Yes, I suppose I must be just naturally naughty! But I enjoy being naughty so I suppose it is worth a sore sit-upon!" Soon they were discussing the details of the punishments, and how sore it was.
At this point Diana pulled the strap from her belt, and said, "Well, this used to smart but it soon passes off. When I get the cane the marks are still visible the next day, and it hurts for a lot longer!" Carefully watching the interest on her cousin's face, she then asked, "Haven't ever even had the strap?" At Muriel's rather shamed confession, she smiled and suggested, "Tell you what, let's try it! Then you will know what we are talking about!"
Muriel blushed hotly, and was silent for a moment, then the rising excitement overcame her shyness, and her fear. "W. . . well er well, all right! I'm game!" Diana grinned, "Come on, over my knees!" Muriel was blushing furiously, but feeling a new sensation of 'butterflies' in her tummy, and a novel warmth in between her legs. She scrambled over her cousin's legs, and bent into the ordered position, feeling Diana throw back her frock, and push up her petticoat. When the girl's fingers went inside the elastic of her panties, although it was another girl, and her cousin, she felt a strange sexual thrill as the coolness of the air on her exposed skin told her that her bottom was bare before this other girl!
Then a sharp, burning sting in her bared buttocks made her gasp. She had felt it! It was not all that bad! Not unbearable. She almost welcomed the second blow. Then the third struck her glowing rump. The excitement seemed to more than compensate for the pain! When Diana saw from the change of color, that the strokes had stung, and Muriel hadn't made any move to escape, despite her gasps, she took a firm grip around her cousin's waist, and began to lay on the strap as her Mother had. A hail of rapid, hard whacks that covered all the exposed cheeks and the tops of Muriel's thighs! Now the accumulated smart was telling, and despite her thrilling excitement, Muriel started to kick and wriggle to dodge the seemingly endless hail of blows. Diana was now breathing heavily, "Aha! Now you are feeling it! Now you know what naughty girls get! Now I'll just give this naughty, rosy bottom some more!" There was a quiver of excitement in her voice, and she again laid on the strap in a series of full-armed, really whacked down strokes that drew squeals of pain from her victim!
After a half-a-dozen of these whacks, she let go of Muriel, and lay back, gasping with a mixture of excitement and effort. Muriel wriggled around to join her, and they cuddled, breasts heaving, against each other. They kissed, and Diana felt the tear-wet face of her cousin against her own. When the kiss ended, they were both breathless and trembling, but Gerald's call brought them back to earth! "Hey, you two lazy hounds! What about some more rope?" Diana slipped off the sofa, and picked up a coil of rope. Muriel quickly tugged her panties up to cover her heated and rosy bottom, and joined her.
For the next few minutes they were kept busy tossing, catching, and tying ropes. Then the 'bridge' was completed, and Gerald joined them. They all went into the hut for their cakes and 'pop'. Gerald saw the strap lying on the sofa but said nothing at the time. The feast over, they all went over the rope bridge, to see the new platform. Again Diana led the way, and Gerald brought up the rear. Muriel realized that if he looked up, he would see the reddening of her legs under the edge of her panties and know what they had been up to. She didn't know whether she was praying from embarrassment that he wouldn't, or hoping from pride that he would!
Gerald made no comment, and they reached the look-out platform he had built, admired his handiwork, and saw through the gaps in the foliage that Aunt Julia had returned. By the time the bell rang, they were down the tree, and on their way to the house for lunch. On completion of the meal. Aunt Julia suddenly sprang her surprise. "I had occasion to go to the pantry as Muriel does not even know where it is, the missing items can only be the responsibility of you two!" Her gaze transfixed her son and daughter. "Go up to my room!"
Looking rather woebegone, Gerald and his sister, left the room. Aunt Julia got up and went over to the corner-cupboard. Muriel only just controlled her face as she saw the thin, thirty-inch length of yellow stick with it's curled hook at one end. Flexing this between her hands with a strange look, Julia left the room to follow her of spring up the stairs. For a moment, Muriel sat there, her heart pounding as she thought of what was going to happen, then she could not hide her curiosity any longer, and slipped out of the dining-room to creep upstairs after them.
Arrived at her Aunt's bedroom door, she was just in time to catch the last words that their mother said, "over the end of the bed!" Putting her eye to the key-hole, she was disappointed to find that she could only see the wardrobe corner of the room.
Quickly she turned her head to press her ear to the aperture as she heard a soft, but vicious, hissing sound that terminated in a sharp "Twack!" and was immediately followed by a muffled gasp of pain. It was not clear enough for her to even make out which of her friends was 'getting it' first, but sent a quiver of excitement through her loins. Ear flattened against the hard wood of the door, she heard the sharp swishing sound of the flexible cane descending again. This time the cry was quite sharp, and despite its high pitch, she thought it was from Gerald! A third stroke followed that drew a loud cry, also high pitched, then her guess was confirmed as she heard Aunt Julia's voice, with an edge of something like excitement on it, saying, "Get up now and stand over there! Now for you, my girl!" So it had been Gerald, and now Diana to get 'it'. The voice continued, authorities, but with that undercurrent of emotion.
"Panties down, and bend over! Come on! I'm not going to wait all day!" A pause, then, "No Gerald! those marks!" A short pause, and then the voice Leave them where they are! I want to see spoke again, "Further over! Get your bottom well up!" A further pause, then the thin swish of the cane's passage through the air, the distinctive noise of it burying into soft flesh, and a sharp gasp! Muriel felt a new sensation in the pit of her belly, it was frightening, yet so deliciously so, that she wanted it to continue!
The second stroke drew another gasp, and the final one, a small cry! "Now go and stand beside your brother. Keep those clothes up! Ah! It seems that I have not lost the knack of making a bottom smart! Let that be a lesson to the pair of you!" Muriel realized that her aunt may stop to gloat over her victims for some time, or may come straight out, so she sped silently off down to the dining room.
Sitting there, she was surprised by her feelings, and could hardly keep her bottom still on her seat. She felt as though she wanted to have a pee! But she had had one just before lunch! She was still preoccupied with probing these new sensations and thrills when her aunt came back into the room.
Stopping before her niece, Julia flexed the supple cane, and told her, "I have just had to beat my two! You had better know, here and now, that if I have any trouble with you whilst you are staying here-I shall have no hesitation in taking your panties down and giving you a taste of this little 'corrector' of mine!" She swished the cane through the air with that tummy-shivering hiss, then went over to hang it up in the cupboard again.
Despite the chill of terror that these words had sent through her, Muriel also got the same new thrill that she had felt as she heard the others get their punishment! Ten minutes later, her friends came back down, and they were allowed out to play again.
CHAPTER THREE
After some games in amongst the bushes and trees, they climbed up to their 'hideaway,' and had some more pop. Diana and Gerald sat on the softer surface of the 'sofa' for their pop, and the matter of their sore behinds arose naturally. Muriel was so patently interested, that it was hardly any time before the suggestion of 'showing their marks' came up, and Gerald was unbuttoning his trousers as his sister tugged down her bloomers.
Muriel was really thrilled by the dark-red, raised lines of their welts, and gently ran a finger-tip across their hot hardness! She even 'kissed better' each mark, and then the pair of them took turns to perform a similar office for each other. Muriel's eyes widened as she saw the way Gerald's mouth went deep and low into the clef in his sister's bottom after kissing her marks as though he were going to get it down as far as her pee-hole! She was even more surprised to see how his little dicky stood out when his sister was kissing his bottom, and how Diana so casually slipped a hand around to give it a little squeeze. Again she felt those quivering little thrills in the pit of her belly, and an almost overpowering desire to rub her own slit!
Before this scene could develop any further, the bell summoned them back to the house for their tea!
After tea they hardly had a chance to be alone, and they went to bed with no further chance to discuss the caning. Once Diana and Muriel were alone together in their bedroom, Muriel was eager to get back to the matter, and took her chance when her cousin was undressing to suggest that she should put some cold-cream on her sore bottom for her. She herself was in just her vest and bloomers at the time, and Diana handed her the pot of cold cream, and laid over her lap to present her marked bottom in the most convenient posture.
The warmth of her cousin's bare belly on her thighs sent further thrills through Muriel, and the presentation of her upturned buttocks, as though to be spanked, added to then! She was just gently smoothing the soothing cream over the last of the marks, when the door-knob turned, and Gerald slipped into the room!
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his sister over Muriel's lap-then he saw the jar of cold cream, and shut the door behind him, saying, "What about me?" Diana scrambled up, and quickly added her voice to his, "Yes, go on, Muriel! Do his ass with the cream too!"
Gerald had come over, and was untying the cord of his pajamas as this took place, and bent over to take his sister's place on her lap, the trousers falling around his ankles as he bent. Muriel did not see his dick, but could feel it against her own bare thigh, and thrilled to it's touch!
Dipping her fingers into the cream, she made a start, smoothing it gently over the weals, and felt his little cock harden against her thigh as she did it. By the time she had creamed all the bruised flesh, it was like a little wooden peg against her, and she realized how this sex thing the girls had talked about at school could be possible! When she had finished, Gerald got up, and his cock was sticking out in front of him like a little flag-pole! As soon as Diana saw it, she perched on the bed edge, and called him to her, "Come here, Gerry! Let me see that little dickie of yours, and see what we can do for it!"
He went over to stand before his sister, and she took the rigid little staff into her hand. Pinching and thrusting back, she uncapped it's red little head, then started to work it up and down. Muriel sat open-mouthed and amazed whilst she watched this performance. As his sister worked on him, Gerald's gaze became fixed and glassy, his breath was coming in short, jerky gasps, and his tummy thrust to and fro in time to Diana's fingers manipulating his penis.
His face flushed, then his breathing went even more erratic. Muriel stared in amazement as several jets of thick, milky substance spurted from the tiny hole in the end of the frigged cock! It was the first time she had seen spunk, and a male 'coming.' Unconsciously, her hand went down to her belly, slipped inside the waist-band of her panties, and felt between her thighs for the pulsating slit where her sensations were emanating from!
Wracked by sensations she had never before experienced, Muriel slipped a finger-tip into the hot moist grotto of sensations-then the door opened once more! Auntie Julie stood there! "So! Just you wait! We'll see about this-right now!" She slammed the door, and they heard her hurrying down the stairs.
A minute later, the footsteps returned, this time very deliberate and purposeful! Julie entered the room, and shut the door. "Right! Now you are all going to get it! You first, Diana! Bend over the end of the bed!"
Diana slowly moved over to the foot of the bed, and folded herself into the required posture. Julia went over to stand behind and to one side of her, flexing the cane she had fetched. Looking at the marks of the caning she had given her daughter that afternoon, she commented, "It seems that you didn't learn very much from this afternoon's little tanning! We'll see if another dose does any good!"
She raised the whippy yellow stick, and this time Muriel saw as well as heard it swish down through the air and bury into the quivering cheeks of her cousin's bottom. Three hard strokes, at deliberate spacing, and Julia ordered Gerald to take his sister's place on the bed-end.
Again Muriel watched the cone rise and whip down, with a mixture of apprehension and thrill. Gerald cried out at each stroke, and she resolved to do better when it was her turn-then it came! Her aunt's voice, calmly instructing her, "Now you Muriel. Get those bloomers down and bend over!"
Moving to the end of the bed, her fingers were trembling as she tugged down her bloomers. At last she was bent to auntie Julia's satisfaction her bottom well upturned on the pile of "bedclothes. The cool length of the smooth stick touched her buttocks lightly as Julia tested her swing, then left-to return a second later, proceeded by that shrill whistle! As Muriel experienced the fiery agony of the cane's contact for the first time, she felt her lungs contract with the shriek she was determined not to utter, and tasted a salty taste as of blood in her mouth! The first unbearable sting deepened to a throbbing pain, and she unclenched her teeth-then the cane hissed as it arced through the air again! She couldn't prevent a slight gasp as it struck this time! Two-only one more to come! She tensed and clenched her fingers and lips for the final stroke. The waiting was interminable! It was as though ages had passed since the second cut!
Her aunt was too experienced at making a bottom smart to lay the cane onto those clenched cheeks, and waited until she saw the muscles relax involuntarily, then whipped the stick down with a sharp, wristy stroke that drew the cry she had been waiting for! Muriel's hands shot back to clutch desperately at her tormented flesh, and her aunt tucked the cane under her arm, ordering, "Now-back to your own room, Gerald. And I don't want to hear another sound up here tonight-or I shall be back with the stick!"
Waiting only for Gerald to depart, she also left the room, and the two girls, tears on their cheeks were in each other's arms, hugging themselves together in their joint suffering. After a few more minutes, the worst pain had died down to the hot throbbing, and they conferred in whispers, then put cream on each other's swollen welts, and lay on their beds, face down, and cuddled the pillows.
Soon Muriel heard the deeper, slower breaths that told her that her cousin was already asleep. Her bottom by this time was giving her very different sensations. The sharp smart had died away, and it felt as though a soft, warm blanket was over her bared flesh upturned on the bed! She could feel a gamut of sensations and little twinges in her sex-slit. Slowly, her fingers sttole down underneath her, and rubbed it surreptitiously, then, as the sensations sharpened and increased, with abandon. Her bottom lifted and fell on the bed as her loins worked against the caressing fingers, and she came to the point of her first orgasm!
CHAPTER FOUR
They kept out of trouble for several days after this, and Muriel was almost sorry that she didn't get any chance to relive the sensations that she had experienced after her caning, but the other's who had had two doses in the one day were very astute in avoiding any repetition of the affair!
On Friday morning, a letter arrived to tell Aunt Julia that Muriel's mother was arriving in the country for a week the following day. so Muriel was to be put on the noon train that Saturday to go and join her at the coast for a little holiday. The holiday, and seeing her mother were very welcome-but she was a little sorry to be leaving the house where she had first experienced the adult thrill of a 'come'.
Saturday morning found her all packed, and left alone with Gerald whilst her aunt and Diana went to do some shopping. They climbed up into the tree-house, and drank pop as they talked of Muriel's holiday. Gerald was very sorry to be losing his other friend for the holidays, but was not too forwards. Wondering how to take the initiative, Muriel's eye fell on the strap that they had left up there.
Picking it up, she felt the hard smoothness of the pliable leather, and smiled, "Maybe you had better take this back up to the attic. Diana might decide to use it on you!"
Geral grinned, "like she did on you! I saw your legs when you climbed up to the look-out!"
Muriel felt her breathing quicken as she remembered that day, she blushed, and agreed, "I thought I could feel your eyes on me as I climbed!"
With a chuckle, Gerald commented, "That wasn't all you felt! Did she really lay it on?"
Thrilling to the conversation and the memories Muriel confessed, "Well, she made me smart a bit! I could still feel it when we sat down to tea!"
Gerald reached over, and took the strap from her fingers. Almost absent-mindedly, he swung it and smacked it against his open palm. "Hmm! It does sting, doesn't it? I bet you wouldn't be in a hurry to try it again!" He was eying her speculatively, and with a gleam of excitement in his eyes.
Muriel blushed, but put on a brave voice. "Oh! I don't know! But she isn't here anyway-and you couldn't do it!"
This drew the expected response, "Who says I couldn't? I bet I could! And make you cry 'Uncle'! "
This was the challenge that Muriel had been half-hoping for. In her most provocative manner, she sauced, "It would take a man-not his shirt-buttons!"
Gerald sprang to his feet, and made a grab for her. She tried to dodge, but ensured that she was much too slow so that she fell against him. They sprawled on the 'sofa', and she contrived to squirm, as though to escape, in such a way that she went onto her tummy. With a hoarse cry of triumph, Gerald got a hand on her back to pin her down, and pushed her frock out of the way, the strap brushing against her bare thighs as he did so.
A quiver of apprehensive delight ran down her legs, and with pretended alarm, she protested, "No! You mustn't pull my panties down!" His hand, which had been raising the strap, dropped back down. "I shall too!" Catching their seat, he tugged hard. The elastic stretched, but couldn't come down under her tummy. Still pretending to be trying to squirm free, she wriggled in such a manner as to lift her hips a fraction, and the pants shot down around her thighs as the pressure on the elastic was released. Bottom bared, she lay still, waiting for the strap to start on it's task!
She hadn't long to wait, and the leather cracked across her buttocks with its sharply smarting bite! She squirmed in more of a sexual ecstasy than pain as he laid it on again and again, and the heat built up in her loins. By the time her bottom was blushing rosily from this leather massage, and he stopped, her hips were pressing and rubbing against the blanket covering the 'sofa'.
Gerald released her, and she made no effort to rise-or to cover her heated flesh. After a few moments, Gerald tossed the strap aside, and his hand went to the rosy skin, and stroked it softly. The very touch on the sensitive flesh sent fresh spasms of ecstasy through her. She was in a little heaven of sexuality!
She could stand it no longer, and reached back to search in his lap, and located the stiff little cock! He gave a little gasp as she touched it, then panted, "Oh! Will you play with it like Di does sometimes?" Muriel squirmed around until they were sat side by side, and he ripped open the buttons of his trousers to allow the erect prick stand out clear!
Muriel's soft fingers went eagerly to this lovely little plaything, and she pressed down until the red head was clear as she had seen Diana do. Slowly she pressed up and down, thrilling to the rapt expression on the lad's face, and the throbbing she could feel in the hot hardness of the little shaft!
Gerald's hand came over, and rested on the top of her nearest thigh, then crept over and down to search between the soft thighs. A quiver ran down her spine, and she moved her legs apart a little to allow him access. The fingers that his sister had trained were soon at her little cunt, and probing the sex-swollen lips!
The slow motions speeded up, and in a few moments they were both panting with desire and sexual arousal!
Muriel could feel the pressure again building up towards a climax in her belly, and the little cock was jerking and pulsing in her manipulating fingers. Suddenly Gerald gave a little cry, and some whitish substance came spurting from the cock! She was thrilled, and, as if in response to this sign of his satisfaction, she felt the melting and outpouring in her bowels as she 'spent' too!
Gerald produced his handkerchief, and they had a rapid clean up, then he buttoned his trousers as Muriel tugged up her panties, and they went down and over to the house. This was Muriel's first experience of mutual masturbation with a boy, and it had really set her mind spinning with thoughts and plans!
They were just in time to meet Diana and her mother returning with the shopping, and Muriel was sent upstairs to pack her case whilst an early lunch was prepared. After this she was driven down to the station. Her parting from her cousins was rather tearful, and the kisses they exchanged were rather warmer than the usual 'duty' ones of cousins! Then Muriel was in the train, being born rapidly to her waiting Mother at the sea-side!
CHAPTER FIVE
She was thoroughly spoilt during the stay, and returned to her boarding school with an ample supply of pocket money, and several new ideas and interests in life! Her ambitions were well furthered by the unusually large amount of money she had taken back with her, and she became one of the social centers of the girls, standing tea and cakes in the village cafe, and playing founder for several 'dorm feasts'.
In the course of this, she gathered to herself a 'clique' of girls who's conversation she found interesting. Needless to say this included both girls who got the stick at home and talked of it and the one's who had sexual experiences to tell about with girlish pride!
Eventually she got more and more drawn to one of the girls, Dorothy. She was about the same age as Muriel, and seemed, on first acquaintance, very quiet. After several little things, Muriel became aware that she had some pretty interesting experiences that she only hinted at with the others.
Determined to draw her out, Muriel made an arrangement to accompany her on the next ramble. These were supposed to be healthy, outdoor nature study lessons. The girls were instructed as to the subjects they were to look for, and sent out in twos and threes to ramble the surrounding countryside and see if they could find any of the mentioned things which they were to write up reports of when they returned to the classroom.
The next ramble was to take all the afternoon, and they were to look for nests with young birds in and try to spot the way the parent birds looked after the young. Muriel and Dorothy set off into a copse where they hoped to see a family of thrushes in a nest that Dorothy had spotted the previous week with a mother-bird sat on it. Waiting to keep them to themselves, they led the other's astray, then worked back to the place they intended to visit. As far as they could tell they had the copse to themselves, and settled down to watch the nest. They were in luck, for the little birds were all open mouthed and crying for food when they arrived, and shortly afterwards one of the parents arrived with some grubs. Their notes taken, they were free for the rest of the afternoon, and found a glade where they lay on their backs on the warm grass in the sun.
They chattered drowsily for quite a while, and then the opportunity came up, Dorothy was reminiscing, "You know this glade is very like one I was in on the hols! But the things that happened there!" She paused at this point, and seemed to be about to dry up. Muriel led her along gently, and soon she started to tell the whole story.
Dorothy had been climbing trees, and looking for nests, and had settled down for a rest in the long grass. She had dozed off, and when she awakened a little later, there was a couple lying in the grass the other side of a bush. She listened for a while to the snatches of quiet voiced conversation, and her curiosity was really aroused when she heard the girl say, "I think you are going to try and get me right down!" The man's reply was scarcely audible, and she couldn't catch it but then the girl said, "Well, it doesn't matter-as long as you are careful! I love you and want you to do it if you want to!"
She had carefully parted the bushes near their base, and peeped. Their feet were towards her, and th girl had her legs wide open, her skirts bunched up around her waist! As she watched, the man was pulling aside the crotch of the girl's panties, and started to play with her sex! "It had a lot of hair over it! I was so excited! After a while, she stopped the man, and took her panties right off, then held out her hand to the man and demanded if he had one of 'them'. He gave her a little packet, and opened his trousers. You should have seen it! It was so big and stiff! like a poker! The girl opened the packet and threw the paper away. Then I saw her touch the man's thing! She put something to its tip, and rolled down! It was a 'frenchie', and when she had the thin rubber stretched all over his cock, there was a little sort of bubble of it loose at the top! Well, he climbed over her, and I saw her legs open wider, with her knees right up beside him! I crept a little to the side, and I could see in between them! The lips of her crack were all flushed and shiny, and in between them I could see another pair inside. The man was pressing the loose bit at the tip at a time, he got it all in, until they were close pressed together! When he pulled back and pushed in again, she gave a moan, and her feet came up and over to lock around him! Then you should have seen them!"
Dorothy's eyes had half closed, and her breast was heaving under her heavy breathing as she went on, "Up and down! like a crank on an engine his ass went, and she kept panting, 'Go on! More! Faster! Give it to me! All of it!' Ooh! I was so excited. I got all wet, and it made my panties sticky!"
Unable to control herself any longer. Dorothy slipped a hand up under the leg of her bloomers, and started to play with herself. Muriel was also really worked up by now, and pulled her friend's hand away, thrusting her own hand into the bloomers and finding Dorothy's wet little pussy. Dorothy's dispossessed hand immediately invaded Muriel's panties, and they laid there playing with each other until they both experienced the soaring and the descent into a finger induced orgasm!
They lay still for awhile afterwards, then tidied themselves up and headed back for the school. They were .first back, and went up to the dormitory where Dorothy looked in the bottom of her locker and produced the treasure she had brought back from that experience. When the couple had finally gone home, she had hunted around, and found the paper packet, then the used 'frenchie'. This she had carefully washed out in a stream, and now she produced them for her friend to see.
They marveled over the size of the limp, unrolled, and stretched bag of rubber, but soon had to hide it away, for the other girls were coming back.
CHAPTER SIX
The next half-hol, the two girls went off together on their bikes, and got well away from the school before they hid their bikes in a hedge, and struck off over the fields. Soon they found a quiet spot, and once they were comfortably stretched out, Dorothy continued her tale.
"Well, by the time I had found the 'frenchie' and washed it out, I was very late getting home, and Daddy was very annoyed! He sent me straight up to my room, and came in when I had gone to bed. I knew that I was in for it, when he took off his belt, and started to give me a long lecture on the way I worried them if I staved out and that he was not going to have my mother worried!"
She squirmed against the grass as she remembered the event, then went on, "He pulled the bedclothes right down off me, and told me to roll over! Then he pulled my nightie right up over my back, and doubled the belt! I got a really good thrashing, and had to sleep on my tummy but it was worth it!" This story had got Muriel all worked up again, and she slipped a hand up under her friend's gym-slip and inside her bloomers. Dorothy laid back with a sigh of content when the fingers reached her little pussy, and soon was returning the caresses, and they were frigging away at each other again!
Gradually they built up to the desired climaxes and their lips and bellies were heaving under the feelings they were experiencing. Just as the most desired moment arrived, they were pulled back sharply to reality by a voice demanding, "And what is all this about?"
Startled, they stared up a middle aged man was stood there staring at them! Their hands flew back out of their friend's bloomers, and they lay frozen their orgasms on the brink, but not fulfilled.
The man gazed down on them quizzically, his face a bland mask of indifferent interrogation. The two girls blushed, swallowed, and got more and more embarrassed. He smiled fairly gently and continued, "Well, it seems that you girls seem to enjoy some naughty girls games how do you feel about playing with boys or men? Or is that too advanced for you?"
Muriel was still in a state of shock, and couldn't even think of an answer, but the quiet Dorothy was on the ball! "Well, what do we get to play with?"
With a rapid motion, the man suddenly whipped down his fly-zipper, and pulled out a large, but slightly soft prick. "How about you seeing if you are able to get some life into this!" It took next to no time for Dorothy to respond to this invitation, and she was up onto her knees and reaching out for the dangling male penis. Even the touch of her young fingers affected it, and it started to rise, the man subsided onto the grass, and with Dorothy encouraging her, Muriel also put out a hand to caress this monstrous member.
It was not long before it was proudly sticking forth like a small flagstaff from the man's trousers, and he encouraged, "Go on! How about kissing it?" Dorothy's head was immediately bent to get her mouth to the upstanding knob! As soon as her lips made contact with the sensitive membrane, a spasm shook the man, and the head seemed to positively rear up to greater heights towards the crouching girls. Muriel was fascinated, and dropped her own head, to nibble at the fleshy shaft and cupped the hanging bollocks in her hand.
At this point, the prick erupted, and both girls were splashed with the thick whitish discharge that pumped and pumped from it jet after jet of semen that cooled and solidified on their faces!
The man fell on his back, and lay there, his breathing heavy and thick with his emotion, the girls wiping the cooling spunk off each other with grass and their handkerchiefs. Once they were cleaned up, they were all set to get their fingers to work on finishing each other off, but the man recovered himself enough to protest, "Oh! No! You kind girls have given me a lovely time you must allow me!"
He scrambled to his knees, his limp prick hanging below his belly, and came over to them, one of his hands going to each girl, and up under their gym-slips, to tug down the fronts of their bloomers and find the eager little fanny's.
With an expert and experienced touch, and after the visual stimulation they had both just had, he soon brought on the desired orgasms, and had the pair of them sprawled on the grass, panting in their ecstasy, and with their lower bellies on open display before him!
He was most insistent on asking them to come and visit him whenever they got the chance, but they merely noted the address of his cottage, and promised nothing, then had to cut back to school before they were missed.
Despite the invitation they had got, Muriel was against any relationship being fixed up with the man, all her sex during the rest of her school life was of a lesbian character, and often with distinct overtones of flagellation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Muriel came to leave school, her parents were still out of the country, and had arranged for her to be taken on in a large office run by a friend of theirs. They had taken a small flatlet for her, and made the necessary arrangements for the rent to be paid, so that they were sure that she would at least have a roof over her head. She was quite pleased with this degree of independence and settled down happily to her bachelor office girl existence. The flatlet was rather closely watched over by the resident landlady, so she could only have girl-friends over to visit but nevertheless, she felt herself to be free, and her own boss!
She soon made friends with one of the more senior girls in the office, who helped her along in learning the business considerably, and then invited her to come and stay at her apartment over the week-end, this being much larger, with it's own self-contained bathroom etc. This was soon the standard practice, and Muriel enjoyed the older girl's talk and company, despite the fact that there was often an overtone of 'being in charge' or perhaps the more so because of this.
The relationship came to a head one week, when, on the Friday, Muriel made a silly mistake that caused a lot of trouble in the office. Muriel's friend, Ruth, sorted it all out, and got her out of trouble but was obviously ill pleased with this affair.
Once they arrived at the apartment, Ruth went straight into her own room, and a few moments later called Muriel to her. She was seated on her dressing stool, with her suit jacket and blouse off, holding a large solid-backed hairbrush in her right hand!
"That was a singularly stupid mistake to make, Muriel and I am going to teach you to be more careful in the future!" She made an unmistakable gesture towards her lap. Feeling just like she had when Aunt Julia had announced her intention of caning her, Muriel went forwards and stretched herself over the proffered lap!
Quickly her skirt and panties were whisked clear, one in each direction, and a capable hand descended onto her back to hold her there. "Crack!" The hard back of the brush landed on her plump derri�re. "Yow."
"Whap! Splatt."
"Ooh! Ouch!' Then her friend settled down to a tip hammering of good solid spanks that made her kick, squirm, and bawl like a baby!
The brush was a good solid-one, that carried a real sting when it landed, and she was held over Ruth's knees, and really tanned until the whole of her rear felt to be on fire! It was her first spanking since she had left school, and it really hurt her. When she was satisfied that she had driven the lesson well home, Ruth released her, and sent her off to her own room. Here Muriel lost no time in going to the mirror, and pulling up her clothes to examine her reddened buttocks in the tall glass!
The sight of her glowing flesh started her off, and by the time she had rubbed cold cream into them, she couldn't resist getting her cream-smothered finger down to her fanny as she looked over her shoulder at the glowing bottom!
After this, Ruth took her in hand, and really made her work this usually meant that she got a good spanking most week-ends, but made such an improvement in her work, that within three months, she was promoted to being private secretary to one of the younger executives. This meant a much higher rate of pay, as well as extra status, and she was very grateful to Ruth, and her training!
By now she was eighteen, and unable to decide whether to concentrate on her career, or if she should spend more time and attention on the hunting of a suitable male for a husband. Since she had been removed from Ruth's sphere of control by her promotion she was getting very little satisfaction of a sexual nature at all, and missing it!
Just at the point when she was at her most undecided, she suddenly found herself getting involved in a little affaire with her new boss! He was a young man, but several years her senior, and rather reactionary about clothing, etc., and she turned up at the office one day in a very brief, tight skirt. He told her that he did not approve of this prominent display of her rear end and added that if she was to come into his office the following day in such a skirt, he would great well smack her rear for her!
Naturally this was a challenge that she was not inclined to refuse! The following day, she deliberately put on an even briefer skirt, with no slip and her scantiest briefs under it! Sure enough, as soon as Mr. Castle saw her, he told her to go and lock the office door! She did so, with a provocative swing of her now quite full and shapely hips. When she returned to him he had pushed his chair away from his desk, but was obviously not at ease, his tongue flickered out over dry lips. "Now Muriel! Er, Well, you know what I said yesterday about your" His voice trailed off. She grinned, "Oh! About my short skirt! Yes you said you would spank me if I wore it again! This one is a different one though!"
He gulped, "Yes! So I see but it seems to me to be even shorter! She gave him an unrepentant grin, and went to stand in an inviting manner, bending slightly forwards at the side of his legs. He took a grip of his feelings, and grabbed her, bending her rapidly over his lap.
She could hear his heavy and excited breath as he swung his palm, and gave the tightest part of the offending skirt a sharp spanking! It was hardly a real one compared to the whackings she had received from Ruth! But it made her tingle, and look at her employer in a new light!
CHAPTER EIGHT
That evening, after work, he was waiting to take her in his car. He first went to one of the most expensive shops in the section, and insisted on buying her a lovely flared skirt, and had her change into it, then took her for a drink. It was the first time they had been together socially, and soon they were getting along famously. When she admitted a partiality to modern jazz, he waxed enthusiastic, and told her about some of his Hi-Fi equipment and the discs he had so far collected. She was full of enthusiasm, and he offered to take her up to his place to hear them. Soon they were in his car and headed for the better-class residential district of town.
When he took her up to his luxury apartment, she was very impressed, and his multi-horn set-up was better than she had even expected. She was really thrilled with the whole set-up. They had a pleasant time spinning platters that they both liked, and with several drinks from his cocktail-cabinet. In a lull as she sprawled on the sofa, with a head on his shoulders, she caught sight of a wooden-backed clothes brush lying on a side table, and drew his attention to it with a giggle, "Wouldn't it have been handy this morning if you had it in the office?"
He gave her a squeeze, and assured her, "It could still be handy so you had better behave yourself!"
This was all the incentive she needed to start performing and playing him up for all she was worth, and was soon receiving dire warnings about the nearness of the brush, and the fullness of her new skirt. After two or three such warnings, he grabbed her, and she didn't fight very hard as he turned her over his knees and whisked up the full skirt!
She felt him reach over her for the brush, then the bitter-sweet sting as it whacked onto the taut seat of her flimsy panties! He held there and gave her a dozen good, crisp whacks, then put down the brush, and softly stroked the taut seat of her briefs, feeling the heat rising through the flimsy material.
The touch got her well aroused, and she gasped, "Hadn't you better take a look and nake sure you haven't done any damage?" He heard the sexual huskiness of her tone, and quickly took held of the briefs and drew them down onto her thighs. His fingers then gently moved over the inflamed skin of her buttocks, and as they reached down to the lower curves, she moved her legs apart a little.
He was not slow in accepting the tacit invitation, and allowed his fingers to stray in between the parted thighs. She knew that he was not unaffected by the performance, for she could feel his sex pressing ever harder against her side as she sprawled over his lap. One hand stole back alongside her to reach for this rigid lump of flesh, and she heard his gasp of excitement as she took-hold of it through his pants.
It was not longer before she was off his knees, and sat beside him, opening his trousers to pull out his standing weapon. Her own legs were spread wide, and he was taking full advantage of the free access this gave him to her pussy! They could wait no longer and he picked her up in his arms to carry her through to his bedroom, her briefs dangling around her feet.
Dropping her onto the coverlet, he swiftly removed them completely, and let his own trousers drop, stepping out of them. Then he was with her on the bed, his mouth pressing down onto hers, and his tongue probing the soft warmth of her mouth.
Muriel was almost out of her mind with desire, and moaning and pulling against him. Gently, he positioned the head of his rampant prick to the soft inner orifice of her cunt. Slowly and gently he pressed against her, and the knob entered. He paused with it lodged inside her, and she took a deep breath, then heaved herself up against him. She gasped as the thickness of him stretched the soft walls of her vagina open, then, with it all in, she clung to him, wrapping her legs around his trunk as she had heard Dorothy describe in the fuck she had watched.
Slowly at first, then with more vigor, he started to pump to and fro. Her pussy gave out more lubricant, and the stretched walls slowly became accustomed to the strain. The sensations changed from pain to pleasure in much the same way as they had after a spanking! This was wonderful! She started to really work with him, and was soon approaching her climax. Just as she felt herself to be on the brink, she felt the solid shaft pulsate inside her, then the scalding love-juices spurting up into her! This triggered her response, and she felt herself flood as she almost swooned away in her ecstasy! This was her first proper fuck but it had more than come up to her expectations!
When they had recovered a little, she slipped off to the bathroom, and cleaned up, then joined him for another drink before she left.
Their relationship at the office remained as before, but just occasionally they would have a get together. This was always proceeded by Muriel playing him up until he threatened to spank her, when she would offer, "Now or later at your place?" If he had something on for the evening, she would lock the office door, and go over his knee for her bottom to be bared, snacked, then fondled-sometimes resulting in a quick fuck on the edge of his desk. If she was free, he would tell her "Later with the brush!" Then he would pick her up outside the building and they would go up to his place for a really good spanking and fucking.
This went on for nearly a year, then her boss left the firm, and Muriel decided to find herself another job. After a bit of shopping around, she was offered employment by a woman who owned a chain of gown shops, and wanted a personal assistant and secretary. The pay was enormous, but it meant living with the woman, to be available to work whenever it was required. She decided to give it a chance, and a week later, was installed in the woman's luxury flat, facing the park. There was everything she could possibly want, and her employer worked odd hours but not too many, and she had plenty of time to herself.
CHAPTER NINE
Madame Du Bois was around the forty mark, and always looked younger by virtue of her care with her appearance and clothing. Muriel soon found herself falling under the spell of the woman's personality, and took great pains with her work to give every possible satisfaction to her employer.
After a while, Madame seemed to realize that she had a willing slave at her disposal, and got into the habit of calling Muriel into her room in the morning and dictating from her bed, even getting her to slip down and make tea for them etc.
The more that Muriel saw of Madame in her luxurious lacy nighties etc., the more she found herself attracted to her and indeed was even beginning to contemplate the possibility of a lesbian relationship with her but her employer never gave her the slightest hint of availability for such an affair.
Then came a morning when she went into the mistress' bedroom, and tripped over a rug, bruising tender thighs. Muriel shrieked, and collapsed onto the bed, taking her hands hurriedly from her sore bottom. The whip cut across it again, and she writhed on the bed, kicking and twisting as the pain knifed in. Madame Du Bois ignored her contortions, and swung her whip to land accurately across her ramp whenever it came to rest until the sobbing girl had received eight of the lashes across her bottom in addition to the one around her thighs, then told her, "You can get up now and go and wash your face!"
Muriel scrambled off the bed, and fell on her knees before her mistress, kissing the hand that held the whip. A new look came into her employer's eyes, and she deliberately put her feet wide part. "You may kiss my cunt!" Muriel shuffled closer on her knees, and got her mouth turned up in between those plump thighs to press her lips to the proud slit that hid under a bush of curly blonde hairs.
She kissed tongued, licked, and sucked until Madame was working her loins against the upturned face, then she was pushed backwards away to sprawl on the floor and roughly ordered to go and clean up then clear up the mess, and fetch fresh tea.
All that day she could feel the tender welts where the whip had scourged her and it always made her press her thighs together! From then on it was the standard practice that if she gave the slightest excuse to her employer, she was ordered to the bedroom and made to strip, then tread to several lashes of the whip either spreading the complete contents of the tea-tray she was carrying flying over her and the bed!
Madame Du Bois leap from the bed, stripping off the wet nightie, and really letting loose, "You clumsy girl! You should be whipped!"
This may be a far cry from an affaire but when Muriel heard these words, and saw the naked vigorous woman standing with her clenched fists on her ample hips, she collapsed inside. She dragged up her clothes, and threw herself over the soaking bed, "Oh! Madame! I'm ever so sorry! Whip me as I deserve!"
There was a brief silence, then her employer's voice was cold, yet thrilling as she said, "Very well! Take your panties down and stay there!"
Muriel reached back, and peeled down her pants, then pressed her head back down onto the bed to make her bottom stand up prominently and invitingly. She heard Madame go to a cupboard, and open it then she returned. There was a sharp whistle through the air much keener than Auntie Julie's cane had sounded, then a thin line of fiery pain curled around her buttocks! She yelled, and her head jerked up. In the dressing table mirror the other side of the bed, she saw her mistress drawing back her arm with a slender dog-whip clenched in her hand!
Again the plaited lash sang through the air and cut into her the pain was unbearable, and made to rise, clutching back at her tortured behind. "I didn't give you permission to rise! Bend down! And get those hands away or-" The lash swung again, and curled agonizingly around her eagled on the bed, or tied by her wrists to the wardrobe door. She found that the helpless feeling that being tied up gave her was and added source of excitement on these occasions!
She lived and worked with Madame Du Bois for over a year, then suddenly she was alone! Madame was killed in a road accident, and she didn't know what to do! She had come to rely on the strong personality of her employer!
Then she was informed by her late employers solicitors that she had been left the business! She was not only financially independent she was rich! Soon she had the business organized even more than it had been so that she could take care of all that was of importance in one day a month and a few calls on the telephone.
Buying herself a new Daimler, she had it fitted with radio telephone to keep in touch with her business interests, and started off to tour the country and just enjoy herself.
For a start she drove down to her Aunt Julia's, and looked them up. She found that her cousin Diana had married a local lad, and got her address, and that Gerald was working in an accountants office and just taking his exams to become chartered. She immediately offered to take him into her organization to assist her in looking after the business, and her aunt arranged to have him call at his sister's the following evening so that she could meet them both at the same time.
Well satisfied with the arrangements, she stayed the night with her aunt, and the old house brought back memories especially the tree with some of the timbers of the tree house still intact up in it! When Julia was not around, she looked in the cupboard, and the same was still there! Julia returned and saw her looking at it, she smiled, and remarked on the last time Muriel had stayed there, and had her first experience of the cane.
When Muriel was leaving, she asked her if she would like to take the cane with her as a souvenir, and she gladly accepted it. She was certain that she would find a use for it somewhere in Her plans!
That evening, she was round at her cousin's house a little early, and they had a drink and a chat about the course of this, and joined in with a will, the climax of the reminiscences came when Diana brought up the incident in her bedroom when Mother had caught them, and they had all got caned. Muriel went out to the car and fetched the cane in! As they talked of past pleasures and pains, Diana confessed that she really missed the old days and even the cane. Her husband was the dominant type and often had her over his lap for a tanning but how she had wished that he owned a cane on some of these occasions! Muriel insisted on presenting her with her Mother's cane, and mounted it over the mantelpiece! Then she got down to business with Gerald, and fixed up for him to start the following week in the head office of her firm.
They had got all their affairs tidied up, and were having another drink when Diana's husband, Jack walked in. Naturally he was introduced, and a drink poured for him. Then he spotted the cane over the fireplace, and immediately exclaimed, "Just what I could do with!"
The ice broken, they all set to discussing the peculiar pleasures of corporal punishment, and it was soon decided that Muriel and Gerald were staying the night with them with the suggestion in the air that games with the cane would be in keeping with all of their needs!
So Muriel employed a new accountant, and found herself the same evening bending over with her bared bottom presented to him while he used his Mother's old cane on her! Then without pants on they curled up on the sofa and played with each whilst his elder sister got a really sound thrashing from her husband with the same stick, and this in no way detracted from their enjoyment!
Yes, Muriel was rapidly getting her life organized for her entertainment!
