She clambered between the younger woman's parted thighs and carefully placed the plastic phallus inside Barbara's outer lips. Then rising a little on her knees, she cleverly directed it into the blonde's hole before lowering her heavy, fleshy body and driving home the massive rod with one long, sustained thrust.
"Aaaah!" moaned Barbara, feeling as if she had been cleaved in two.
But the woman took no notice and now began to thrust into the young unsullied flesh without inhibition, using her enormous thighs to raise her body and hips a little from the girl before thrusting into her again with masculine power. Gradually she adopted a steady but forceful rhythm, drawing the weapon out more slowly than she thrust it in, using a rhythm that would have reminded an onlooker of a piston engine...
It was almost time for her husband to get into the act and she saw he was close to climax as he rubbed quickly up and down the length of his slippery too!
CHAPTER ONE
"Do you think you could help me with my essay?" The speaker was a slim, dark girl of about nineteen, and she was addressing a slightly older girl-flaxen-haired and of shorter stature, on the steps of the Union building.
"Yes, I'd love to Angela," said the flaxen-haired girl whose name was Ingrid, suiting her Nordic type. "Why don't you come to my study this evening? You've got a seminar this afternoon, haven't you?"
The dark-haired Angela smiled, pleased that she had been asked to Ingrid's room for the first time, something that she had wanted to happen ever since she had come to St Elizabeth's for her three-year teacher training course. She knew very well how to write the essay on John Stuart Mill, but it was nice to have the strongly built Nordic-looking girl as a friend and her ploy about the essay seemed to have worked. They had both started at the college that term and in some subtle way they had been drawn to each other from the start. But somehow the relationship had not developed in quite the way Angela had hoped, perhaps because she expected to resume one of the old sentimental attachments she had been used to at school. And it was no longer like that among older girls.
But Ingrid attracted her almost in a physical way: she had always liked fair-haired girls and those of what is called 'pyknic' build-that is short and plump, rather than slim and taller like herself. In fact the two girls formed a striking contrast as they stood on the Union steps making the arrangement for that evening.
Angela, her shoulder-length dark hair blowing in the wind, made her way across to the coffee house in the college grounds.
She was unhappy at St Elizabeth's, but unhappy in a way she found difficult to define to herself. She was capable and up with her work and had been specially recommended by the headmistress of the high school for a teacher's course. Her father gave her an adequate allowance and she was never short of money. She was attractive physically and much sought after when, out of sheer boredom, she ventured into the town and went to a dance hall.
Usually she rejected male advances but she had had one short affair with a boy since coming to St Elizabeth's. The fact that it had broken up was her own choice; she had simply found the youth, as she put it, 'uninteresting'.
Now she had begun to feel an attachment to the fair-haired Ingrid and in some way it made her un-happier than ever. She was unable to explain why.
But as she drank her coffee she began to feel a little happier. Perhaps it was because she was going to see Ingrid that evening.
Someone broke into her thoughts. It was Penny Philips, a girl she had known in her schooldays who was also training to be a teacher at St Elizabeth's.
"Oh, hello, Angela. What's the matter? You look depressed," began the younger girl She was also dark and slim and in some way not unlike Angela.
"Oh, nothing's the matter," smiled Angela, trying to shake off her gloomy thoughts. "How are you finding St Elizabeth's? Getting on all right?" They had been a little distant since they had met again at the college, but on this occasion Angela was really quite pleased to see her.
"Oh, I'm loving it It's quite a change for me as you know." She was referring to the fact that unlike Angela who had attended the Girls' High School in Newville, she had gone to a coeducational school. It was quite an experience for the attractive, dark, slant-eyed Penny not to be continually pestered by boys and young men.
Angela raised her eyebrows, wondering whether Penny meant any more than this, and she was quite surprised when she heard Penny go on. "Yes, I like other girls more than I ever realized. I'm really rather off boys, you know!" She laughed but Angela got the impression that she had meant what she had said but had then rather regretted saying it
Then she recalled the psychology seminar the day before in which Penny had put up a rather too spirited case for homosexual relationships. She said that she saw no reason at all why a man shouldn't sleep with a man if they both wanted to, and why a girl shouldn't make love to another girl if it suited them both.
She looked at Penny with a new interest. Somehow she had been taken up with the whole question of homosexual relationships during the last week or two, but she had, at the same time, never felt any inclination to identify herself with anything of the sort. But she was curious, even though she hardly dared admit it to herself. For her, another girl was just another girl who could be nice and friendly, a confidante, but no more. Her feelings for Ingrid, she was sure, were quite wholesome; she just liked the idea of being with her and enjoying her friendship. She simply felt drawn to her.
"When you say you're off boys, what exactly do you mean," a small note of interest in Angela's voice was not lost on Penny.
"Just what I say. They want to sleep with you and when they've had what they want, they go on to someone else. There's nothing really emotional about them."
"Surely that depends on the man?" queried Angela.
"Up to a point What I mean is that by and large physical relationships with men are a dead loss, but of course I'm not saying there aren't exceptions. But even physically," she suddenly volunteered, "I don't get much pleasure out of it-forgetting the emotional side if one can."
Angela had to think about that. It was a confession in a way that she had never had physical fulfillment and that was why, presumably, she was rejecting affairs with boys, not because she really wanted what she called the "emotiona!".
"Do you mean ... do you mean that you've never had any real pleasure from a boy?" She found herself speaking more frankly than usual and she was breaking through the usual barrier she felt when she talked to Penny.
Penny lowered her eyelids and stubbed out the cigarette only half smoked.
"Yes, in a way. I suppose I expected too much, but it never even approached what I had hoped for...."
Angela wanted to ask her whether she had ever had an orgasm, but that was, perhaps, being a little too personal. But she was becoming very curious for in a way she had had rather similar disappointments though she had more than once had an orgasm with a boy.
"No," Angela said, trying to draw her friend out "No, I don't think it ever quite comes up to expectations, though it's nice when you have a real orgasm, even if you feel a bit remote from the man afterwards. That's unless you love each other."
It was Penny who asked Angela whether she'd ever had a real orgasm. "Have you? I mean have you had a real orgasm?"
"Yes. And you?" Angela was a bit too eager to ask her the same question and Penny noticed it. She wondered whether Angela was telling a He and was reluctant to admit her failure.
"No, I don't suppose I've ever had what you call a real orgasm. I think I'm probably frigid-that's until I meet the right man."
That was a surprising declaration indeed and somehow it rather excited Angela, though she was unable to explain why. But Penny's next statement came as a real shock.
"Or until I meet the right girl!"
Angela looked up from her coffee and she saw that Penny's eyes were fixed on her. She was looking at her in such a way that Angela could not take her eyes away; it was almost as if Penny had some kind of hypnotic power.
"What d-do you m-mean?" Angela stammered. "Do you mean you'd have a physical relationship with a girl?" She spoke in a low, subdued voice, scarcely more than a whisper.
"Yes, why not?" said Penny, still searching Angela's face. Why not indeed?
"But that would be ... lesbianism." There was a faltering note in Angela's voice. Somehow there was an abyss opening in front of her. She had tried to sound critical, even condemnatory, but she had not succeeded; her voice had trailed off weakly and she had done no more than say the word "Lesbianism" flatly and without any note of criticism in her voice. And then, even more weakly she had repeated the word "Lesbianism", almost as if she wanted to hear herself saying it again.
"Yes," admitted Penny. "It would be lesbianism, I suppose. And what's wrong with lesbianism, anyway?"
There was such a challenge in her voice that whatever Angela's feelings-and deep down there was a feeling of disgust at the thought of lesbianism-she did not dare to say more than, "Nothing, nothing, I suppose."
But the conversation had not finished, for Angela's admission emboldened Penny. "Then you personally have no objection to lesbianism?"
That was the crux, Angela realized. Now she had to commit herself one way or the other.
"No, not really I suppose," said Angela. After all she was a member of the progressive society at the college and she believed in equal rights for women.
"And would you yourself ever indulge in an affair with another girl?" Penny was pushing the point to its logical conclusion and there was no escape for Angela.
"I don't know, I don't know." She tried to escape the trap. "I mean I have no theoretical objection to lesbians, but I have not ... I mean I haven't so far, been confronted with such a situation. No I suppose I would have no moral objection though I might feel some sort of physical objection if it ever came to it Well, she had tried her best to be completely honest
"I see." Penny lowered her eyelids and looked at the table. Almost as if she had been defeated. Angela looked at her and wondered why she seemed to take it so badly. Surely she could not for a single instant be suggesting?
* * *
An hour later, alone in her room, unhappy yet now determined to set out on the course she felt she had to explore, a half naked Penny experimented with a cucumber.
She had made up her mind to find out whether there was anything physically wrong with her. She had made up her mind, first of all, to see if she could bring on an orgasm herself by purely physical means, by manipulation or, if necessary, by the insertion of an artificial penis.
She was not hopeful for she knew deep down in her heart that physical stimulation alone was not enough; that it had to be combined with the excitement of another person, whether male or female. But she was a realist, taking psychology, an experimentalist-an empiricist. For her what worked was true. If she got pleasure from self-stimulation then, fine; if not, she would seek elsewhere.
She was pretty sure that she required the presence, even the affection, love or interest of another person. She really had no doubt in her mind but she had to make sure. For her small medical knowledge had taught her that a girl could, in fact, be deficient in some purely physical way.
She had already examined her body carefully, comparing the details of her anatomy with those set out in a book on the physiology of the female body.
Carefully she had lain on the bed, a mirror propped up against the end of it, opened her legs and parted her outer lips. Coldly and unemotionally she had pulled her hairy lips apart and examined the red gash of her vulva, fingering the nymphae and the little hood they formed over her clitoris at the upper end of the slit.
Surprisingly to Penny she had found her clitoris well formed and larger, perhaps, than the book suggested it should be. But try as she would she had not succeeded in stimulating herself, though she had lightly caressed, fondled and finally rubbed it vigorously.
Despairing, she had then thrust two fingers into her cunt, working them up and down as vigorously as she could, but once again unavailingly.
It was then that she had taken the cucumber and had bent over on the bed and thrust it up into her vulva, into the vestibule of her cunt and finally, with some pain, had managed to force it up her cunt.
She had briefly felt a tremor of excitement as she had worked it quickly up and down her passage. But that had been brief-brief as the life of a butterfly-and above all it had been associated with a mental picture of ... Angela.
Exhausted she finally drew the cucumber from her body and lay on the bed.
She was convinced that she had no actual physical deficiency as a woman. Indeed she felt that she was unusually well-endowed, especially as far as her nipples and clitoris were concerned, both important erogenous zones, according to the books. And she knew she had a good cunt-men had told her that and the cucumber had proved that she was able to take a decent-sized prick.
But why had she felt a momentary thrill of excitement as she had had a vision of Angela?
It looked very much as if another girl would be the catalyst that would give her the satisfaction she so longed for. And for some reason that girl was Angela, a girl from her own town that she had known since they were both children.
And Angela had said that she had no moral objection to lesbianism. That it would depend on her actual physical feelings, of repulsion or otherwise, of the other woman. Well, what did she feel about her, Penny?
Penny made up her mind to find out. And to do so as soon as possible.
CHAPTER TWO
Angela spent an hour with Ingrid and they went over the essay together. Ingrid was supposed to be brilliant in the subject of political economy, and even though Angela could have managed without her assistance she found her guidance valuable. But more important, she felt happier than she had felt for a long time in the presence of Ingrid.
At first she did not connect her talk with Penny with her feelings about Ingrid but as she sat there on the low couch, liking the sound of the attractive blonde's husky voice, she began to be aware that she felt a kind of physical attraction for Ingrid. At first she dared hardly admit it to herself but by the time she got up to go she wished desperately that Ingrid would ask her to stay. What she hoped for she had not formulated in a precise way, but in some vague way she knew that she wanted to be near the Nordic-looking girl from Yorkshire.
She felt sad as she made her way to her own study. And when, ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door she felt a sudden relief. She would welcome anyone that evening, whoever it was, as she was just hating being on her own.
Even when she saw that it was Penny she was pleased. For some months the two girls had not seen much of each other, Angela at times feeling quite indifferent to her.
Penny excused herself by saying that she had been making a skirt and she had no means of fitting it properly without somebody's assistance.
Would Angela come to her room and help her to fit it?
The two girls were soon engaged in fitting the skirt, Angela using pins to guide Penny when she came to sew it And then, when they were satisfied that everything was measured correctly, Penny slipped out of the skirt
She reached for a packet of cigarettes and offered one to the dark-haired Angela. And then, taking another she came close to her friend as she held the light for her. She seemed to Angela quite unaware that she had not put on her own skirt again and that she was wearing only a bra, suspender belt and panties.
Then she lay back on the divan and blew smoke rings into the air, Angela sitting on the easy chair a few feet away. There was an unpleasant silence, made more unpleasant for Angela by a feeling that something was going to happen. She could not say what it was that she feared but she knew that at any moment she might have to make an important decision. She had had such premonitions since she was a child and it was only rarely that she was mistaken. Some sort of heightened sensitivity seemed to give her this strange capacity for seeing things a few moments ahead, though it was only occasionally and in highly charged emotional states that she had such experiences.
Suddenly Angela heard Penny saying, "Suppose I wanted to make love to you, Angela. What would you say?"
To say that her question came like a bolt from the blue would be incorrect for Angela had been half expecting Penny to return to the question of lesbianism; but in her wildest imagination she had not expected to be asked a direct question of such terrible import
She lifted her head, her face flushed, to look at the girl stretched out on the bed. Truly she did not know the answer to the question at that moment.
"Well, what would you say?" Penny repeated.
"I think ... I think I'd say 'No' " said Angela.
There was a long silence as the two girls reflected on the positions they had declared. Penny was surprised and disappointed. She thought there had been some indication by Angela that in certain circumstances she would not be completely alien to a lesbian experience. She thought, too, that Angela had given her a sort of hint that she herself was mildly interested at least in Penny.
Angela withdrew into herself. She hated to hurt anyone and she saw that she had done that to Penny. Yet she had had to say "No" not because she completely rejected Penny but because she was uncertain about herself, uncertain whether she really wanted any kind of relationship with another girl and-if she did-whether she wanted it with Penny.
Penny was filled with despair.
Ever since she had seen Angela at the College she had had a feeling that something close and tender would develop between them, and during the past few weeks when she had come to know her sexual limitations better-had had the disappointments again with her boyfriends-she had, subconsciously, looked-metaphorically-in the direction of Angela. And as soon as she had satisfied herself that the fault, physiologically speaking, did not lay in herself, her desire to fulfill herself with another girl had crystallized around Angela.
She got up from the bed and knelt down in front of Angela.
"Angela," she began. "Oh, Angela, don't you see, we could have such a marvelous time together? No need for us to worry about boys!" She buried her head in Angela's lap and then let her hands slide down her friend's legs until she gripped her ankles.
Angela, without realizing it, found herself stroking her friend's hair.
She continued to do so for a few minutes as Penny continued to keep her head in her lap. Then Penny raised her head and looked up at Angela. "Let's take some of our clothes off," she gasped.
Angela had felt a strange sense of pleasure as she had stroked her friend's hair. Though she was shocked at her friend's suggestion, almost as if she were hypnotized, she nodded her head. "All right if you wish it that way, Penelope." She said "Penelope" to emphasize the gravity of what they were going to do.
Penny's face broke into a wide smile, her candid, wide-set eyes full of affection and gratitude for Angela. "Oh, Angela, you are so lovely and so kind." She got up and almost at once, without waiting for Angela she slipped off her bra, exposing her breasts. They were large and full; hanging like immense ripe pears from an August tree.
Angela's breath was taken away. She had never seen such lovely, heavy, sexy breasts and in some way she did not understand she found them tremendously exciting. She almost wanted to reach out and touch them, but they were like forbidden fruit
"Do you like my breasts?" asked Penelope as she stood before her friend and began to push her panties down her legs. Angela would probably have said she did but when she saw her friend's naked sex and the slim, attractive thighs on either side she became speechless.
"Do you?" she persisted.
Angela managed to take her eyes away from the other girl's sex and look back at her breasts before she nodded, smiling as she did so, and then added, "Yes, yes, I think they are lovely."
"Well, won't you get undressed?" said Penny, smiling down at her friend as she stood there dressed only in her suspender-belt and stockings, her legs slightly parted to provide a hint of her sex for Angela.
"Yes," said Angela meekly and she got up and began to unbutton her frock. When Penny went over to help and she felt her hands on her waist and then on her buttocks a tremor of excitement seemed to radiate from her loins. Soon she had, with Penny's help, taken off her frock and then, reaching round to unclip her bra-not removing it she stood shyly, her breasts covered, unwilling at once to expose them.
"Oh, you've got the most lovely breasts," said her friend encouragingly.
Angela hesitated for her breasts were nowhere as full and shapely as those of her friend. She had second thoughts about unclipping the bra, deciding that she had no fears about showing her cunt which she knew to be extremely attractive with her prominent mound, well-contoured lips and splendid thighs and buttocks. Instead of pushing down her bra she pushed down her panties.
"Oh, you are so beautiful," said Penny, admiringly. "Oh, my darling, let's He on the bed." Almost in a trance, though not without a feeling of rising excitement, Angela sat on the bed, not ready as her friend had suggested to he down on it.
At once Penny sat at her side and looking at her again, with admiration in her eyes she murmured quietly, "May I ... may I touch ... touch you, Angela, my dear?"
Angela scarcely knew what she meant but she remembered the premonition of a few minutes ago and it occurred to her for the first time that Penny had asked her to take off her clothes so that she could see and touch her sex.
She no longer really cared what happened. She was feeling strangely elated, as if slightly detached from what was happening, and she did not really have any more objections to the other girl touching her-wherever she wanted. As if in a dream she answered, "Yes, do, do touch me, Penny."
Penny reached out and rubbed her fingers over Angela's mound and then reached lower to caress her hairy cunt lips. There was a silence in the room except for Penny's loud breathing.
Slowly Penny's fingers worked into the furrow of her friend's sex and then, suddenly, her index finger slid between the hairy lips to send a shiver of pleasure coursing through Angela's veins.
"Do it to me," gasped Penny, suddenly. "Oh, please touch me too!"
Angela hesitated. She had suddenly begun to like the feel of her friend's finger on her slit but the idea of reciprocating, of touching her friend in the same place, was rather repulsive to her. Yet, yet she felt the need for closer contact with the other girl's flesh, why or in what way she was not sure. As her whole body began to tingle she reached out and let her hand fall on her friend's left thigh and then, very slowly she moved her hand until it came into contact with Penny's hairy pussy. Angela now looked across at her friend's legs, and at the mass of hair between and then she began to search for the furrow as, in her turn, Penny stroked the furrow of Angela's sex.
As soon as she felt Angela's hand on her cunt lips Penny felt she had a carte blanc to go ahead, for it seemed that Angela now accepted the idea of them making love. She at once thrust her finger deeper into Angela's vulva and then began to slide it up from the bottom until she found her friend's clitoris.
The very moment she found and touched it Angela almost jerked from the bed.
"Oh, ooooh," she moaned, leaving go of Penny's genitals. "Oh, Penny, it's nice when you touch me there. Don't stop, please don't stop." And at once she lay back on the bed, as Penny, triumph in her eyes began to excite her friend s little bud as vigorously as she could.
Now Angela began to lose all her inhibitions. She felt a tingling sensation in every limb, even in her fingers and toes, while in her pelvis she was experiencing waves of intense pleasure as her friend continued to stimulate her clitoris. In a matter of minutes, as the titillation became more vigorous and as Penny moved closer to her and began with her other hand to stroke one of her naked thighs, Angela groaned and began to writhe in the throes of orgasm, almost the first real orgasm she had ever had. Squirming to the excitation of her friend's finger tips and convulsing inwardly as her juices were released she lay exhausted, panting for breath as Penny slowed down her movements and then withdrew her hand and then knelt over her friend, looking into her face to see the effects of her stimulation.
Angela's eyes opened and the two girls looked into each other's eyes with a new awareness of each other, a new intensity between them, even a new tenderness and a new sense of shared guilt. A moment later Angela reached up with her arms and pulling her friend down on top of her. She gripped her tightly and there lay with Penny in her arms until her orgasm and its aftermath was finally over.
* * *
"Well," said Penny as Angela gradually recovered her composure and came to. "Well?"
"Well, yes," said Angela. "I see what you mean about trying to find satisfaction." And then all at once it dawned on her that Penny was unlikely to have had the enjoyment she had just experienced.
"What about you, darling?" she suddenly said to her friend. "Did you ... ? "
"No, but never mind. I am happy for the moment You've given me a new reason for existence. I'm sure now on, and that you'll give me all the fulfillment I need...."
"No, no," urged Angela, "you must have it too. You must have the excitement of an orgasm. Come let me do it to you." As she spoke she sat up and half pushed her friend on to her back.
"Angela!" said Penny.
"Yes, Penny, what is it?"
"Angela, will you do what I want? Whatever it is?"
Angela thought for a moment, realizing that she might not want to do just what her friend demanded, but she felt she owed her friend something-at least on this occasion. "Yes " she said in a low, almost inaudible voice.
"I want you to suck my breasts as you finger me. Then I think I'll achieve it Will you do that my darling?"
"Of course." Angela wanted desperately to touch those lovely shapely breasts and she had no qualms at all bout fulfilling her friend's need. Slowly, as Penny lay prostrate on her back, her lovely thighs parted, Angela bent over and taking one of the huge orbs in her hand, she lowered her mouth to the teat and began to lick it gently.
In a few seconds she felt the teat harden between her lips.
Penny took hold of Angela's hand and placed it on her outer lips, whispering, as she did, "Caress me there, caress my clitoris, darling!"
She lay back and felt the sudden delight of another girl's lips sucking at her heavy breast and a girl's fingers on her clitoris. Angela easily found the swollen bud and, amazed at its size, she began to fondle it carefully and then more vigorously, rubbing the tip of her finger on the sensitive tip one moment and then taking the organ in her hand and gently twisting it the next. Meanwhile she felt her own sex rise in her as the labial-breast contact seemed to stimulate tremors of pleasure in her loins.
Gradually Penny began to experience a kind of pleasure she had never known before. She knew that she was on the brink of orgasm but somehow it still escaped her. But she was content to strive for it, knowing that she had passed the threshold that foreshadowed orgasm. It was already as if she had been sleeping all her life until that moment
She squirmed to her friend's masturbatory action on her clitoris and urged her teat ever deeper into Angela's mouth, enjoying the contact of the other girl's teeth on the mammary flesh. She began to writhe so actively that Angela had to press her clitoris even more forcefully and excite it even more vigorously.
Then she started to cry out, urging Angela to do it harder, shouting "Oh, make me come, for God's sake, make me come," her whole body twisting and moving sinuously like a snake, her face distorted in pain as she failed to succeed in her most longed for desire. Then, suddenly Angela felt her relax and there was a sudden long moan of utter ecstasy as Penny's orgasm overcame her and she lay still to enjoy the waves of pleasure that radiated from her quietly convulsing vagina. And then Angela felt the wet secretions dribbling from Penny's emit and she knew that she had, at long last known the real fulfillment of female orgasm.
* * *
Both girls lay semi-naked for a time, a barrier of shame growing between them, neither able to look into the eyes of the other.
But slowly as the tension subsided between them Angela got up, and talking matter-of-factly about the following day's lectures and seminars, she dressed. Then lighting a cigarette she offered one to the still orgasm-consumed Penny.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow," said Angela.
"Yes, I hope so, Angela," was ah Penny could say.
CHAPTER THREE
Miss Barbara Renton, lecturer m French at St Elizabeth's, was an extremely attractive tall blonde of great sophistication. She always wore the most expensive and tasteful clothes that seemed almost out of place in a teacher training college. And these, added to her beautifully made-up face and manicured fingers, and her elegant manners, set her apart from all the other members of the staff.
She was immensely feminine and no one would have believed that she preferred girls to men, though they might have suspected that she preferred a passive to an active role in bed whatever the sex of her lover.
But it was something of an anomaly that she liked to submit to girls younger than herself; indeed she had a desperate need to give herself body and soul to a girl in her late teens despite the fact that she was herself about twenty-five.
That is why Miss Valentine, the thirty-one-year-old games mistress, found herself rejected by Barbara, much to her surprise and chagrin. But Miss Valentine, whose first name was Lotte, was not the type to give up easily, determined every term to make a new conquest so that she could put her dildo to practical use.
The rejection had not been completely explicit but on a country walk one afternoon Lotte Valentine had suggested a swim in a quiet part of the river, and had almost taken her success for granted when Barbara readily fell in with the suggestion.
And when, finally, Barbara undressed and did not seem to have any modesty about her nakedness Lotte felt she was home and dried. She would take the younger woman in her arms in the water and it would be as easy as falling off a log.
She tried to grab her in the water but Barbara laughed and with a smile dived in to the water to come up ten yards away. Lotte tried again but without success and she began to feel annoyed. Either Barbara was unconsciously dim or she was deliberately evading the issue.
They dressed together and when Lotte tried to touch her Barbara slid from her grasp with a little laugh that could be interpreted as quite friendly or rather hostile, depending on one's point of view.
But Miss Valentine had been stimulated by what she had seen of the lovely tall blonde with her slim but splendid figure and she could not get the French lecturer out of her mind. The very next day she went to Barbara's room at a deliberately late hour, hoping to catch the younger woman in her bed.
She was not mistaken for the French lecturer was sitting up in her negligee, reading by the light of a bedside lamp. She did not look particularly surprised when Lotte entered her room, inviting her to sit on a chair near her bed. And she was even quite calm when Lotte Valentine began to say how much she had enjoyed their swim, how much she felt there was a "bond" between them, something much more than normal friendship-something which-she darkly hinted-was more like the relationship between a man and a woman.
It shook Lotte when Barbara said that she did not like heterosexual love either in itself or as a model for love between two women, and she was quite at a loss what to say next.
"Well," she said after thinking over Barbara's words, "how do you see love between two women?"
Barbara looked at her with an almost mischievous look in her wide-set, candid eyes. "Oh," she said, "there's no pattern for it. I just like what I like, and that's submitting my body to young girls."
Lotte who thought she knew all there was to know about lesbian relationships, gasped. "Submitting to young girls! That's strange, isn't it, darling?" She moved her chair nearer. The lovely blonde at least submitted and before she was much older, Lotte felt sure, she would be submitting to her, to her dildo!
"No, it's not. It's just how I like it It's their freshness and youth that appeals, and it's their strength and vigor that I like to give way to. And they seem to like me because I am, they say, extremely feminine."
"That's just what I like in a woman-extreme femininity," concurred Lotte. "Oh, my dear Barbara, I should just love to possess your lovely body."
Barbara was a little surprised at her frank suggestion and by no means disconcerted. She had once or twice wondered whether she might be missing something by not having an experience with an older woman. But what had Lotte Valentine to offer that her Swiss girl friend could not give her? What could
Lotte offer that her splendidly athletic Helga, an Olympic class swimmer, could not give her? Still as she lay in bed and she recalled the long vacation in the mountains when Helga had made love to her every night and morning she began to feel a new longing for the flesh of a stronger woman. And this term there did not seem to be a girl in the college who quite measured up to her desires.
Lotte felt that she was going to succeed at last for Barbara had not answered her, now laying back with her arms above her head, exposing the hair in her arm-pits which Lotte always found tremendously stimulating.
She got up and went over and sat on the bed, looking down at the lovely twenty-five-year-old woman. In a low voice, but one which betrayed her eagerness, she said, "Barbara, let me kiss you, will you?"
The French lecturer smiled at her and raised her eyebrows, looking at Lotte's mouth. It was an attractive and sensual mouth, with a faint line of down across the upper lips, a feature which Barbara always found somewhat exciting, though it had nothing to do with any similarity such hair has to a male moustache.
"Yes, if you wish." And she smiled as she lifted her head forward for the games mistress to kiss.
Lotte made the most of her opportunity, for she knew that she had managed to seduce more than one woman through the erotic stimulation of the first mouth kiss. She put her arms round the younger woman's neck and drew her close. Then looking into her eyes she then focused on the girl's lips and slowly lowered her mouth to her lips.
It's not surprising that she had succeeded with this initial kiss for her lips seemed to convey a kind of intense erotic current that swept younger girls off their feet. The mere contact roused some women to fever pitch almost at once and before they knew what was happening they were victims of an older woman's insatiable and almost ruthless lust.
Barbara realized the danger when she felt the hot sensual lips on hers; they seemed to penetrate her very soul fastening onto her innocent flesh and sucking at it like a vampire. She allowed the woman to continue, believing she had the willpower and strength to stop her when she wished to, but within half a minute she was lying back on the bed, the other woman on top of her, her mouth a vehicle for the older woman's vampiric demands. A few minutes later she lay in bed waiting for Lotte to undress and get in at her side. And when Lotte clambered in, her heavy nude body reminding Barbara of a Renoir painting, the French lecturer knew that she was undone.
* * *
Angela felt ashamed next day of what had happened between her and Penny, but gradually she began to come to terms with what had happened and to acknowledge to herself that in truth she really desired the wonderful contact of another girl's body, at least for the time being.
It took her a day or two to work things out in her mind and to reach this position.
And then she began to experience the most pleasurable feelings even when she thought about what had happened to her and Penny. Having made up her mind to see Penny again as soon as possible she worked hard for the rest of the evening to catch up with two essays she had neglected to finish. Then she began to get ready for bed.
It was as she undressed that she felt the urgent desire to experiment with her body, to discover more about the possibilities that existed for her and Penny in future.
Normal copulation was impossible but there must be ways of getting the intense pleasure of copulation combined with the emotional entanglement of a person of her own sex, mused Angela.
She remembered reading novels in which women had used dildos; but where were they to obtain one? She could hardly go into a shop at the street corner and ask for one.
It was then that she hit on the idea of trying the cucumber which she had among her salad material in the small larder.
In her bra and suspender belt, her lovely legs elegantly clad in nylons, she went into the small larder and got the cucumber. Wiping it with a cloth she then returned to her bedroom and went over to her dressing table where she kept a tube of petroleum jelly. She took off the cap and squeezed the jelly over the cucumber. When she had replaced the cap on the tube she then rubbed the petroleum jelly over the cucumber with her right hand until it was entirely covered with it at one end and up to about half its length-the length, Angela considered, of a man's penis.
Now she got onto her bed, knelt down and leaning on her right elbow she took the cucumber in her left hand and thrust it vertically between her legs. Finding her genital gash she inserted it and thrust it into the entrance of her vagina. Her lovely face was full of excitement as she felt the large artificial penis-for it was no more and no less-move into the first inch or two of her eager vagina. Her lovely hair hung forward on the pillow.
The cucumber slid with difficulty into her cunt, gradually stretching it as the vegetable moved upwards. Soon she felt that it was completely filling her body, the tip right up against her womb, pressing hard on her fleshy cervix. She moved her hand down the part that was still outside of her body and was able to judge that she had managed to take about nine inches of the fourteen-inch cucumber into her vagina.
She now began to draw it down her cunt, to thrust it up again and repeat the motion, finding as she did so the most effective angle. Gradually she was moving it smoothly up and down her cunt, trying to think of herself lying under Penny as she did so. She grew more and more excited and though it was tiring to lean on her elbow in that way she managed to continue her up and down movement with the artificial phallus until with a final exertion and concentrating on a picture of Penny in her mind, she came, her whole body convulsing and her juices flooding her vagina.
Angela now knew that it was possible to find a way of achieving orgasm with an artificial phallus, provided there was the emotional and, better still, the physical contact with another woman. She saw her knowledge as liberating her from the thraldom of the male-the casual male that Penny had mentioned who merely wanted "what he could get"-and opening up new vistas of experience. She could see that with the aid of a properly designed phallus, probably worn by one of the women, two women in love could attain sexual and sensual perfection.
She lay in bed that night considering ways and means of getting hold of a dildo, quite determined to carve one out of some suitable material herself if everything else failed.
Next day she sought out Penny, the first time she had spoken to her since the evening they had first given each other an orgasm. Penny smiled at her friend and said, "Well, I've been waiting for you, Angela. What's happened?"
"Everything, in one way. Look can I come to your room tonight I was wondering whether I could get you to help me to fit a skirt." She smiled bewitchingly at Penny who, in turn, returned her smile and said, "Yes, I believe I'm free. Don't forget your tape measure."
* * *
Lotte lay close to the lovely scented body of the young blonde, taking it in her arms and fitting herself into the curve made by her back and buttocks, happy for a while just to He close to her. Barbara was having second thoughts about what she had allowed to happen and lay with her face turned away from the games instructress as she tried to make up her mind. Why had she allowed her to kiss her in that way, and then why had she given in to her?
She had never really thought of going to bed with an older woman; she could not have defined the special difference between her submitting to young, active athletic girls and older dominating, rather masculine women for in effect they were of the same type. The first probably grew into the later, she thought.
She hesitated now because there was something rather frightening about submission to an older woman; that she felt was the real reason; her submission to a young girl like Helga was a kind of symbolic submission.
She lay there with the other woman breathing on her neck, her hands reaching round to cup her breasts. She desperately wanted to submit to her, to allow herself to be loved, made a fuss of, seduced. But it was not easy for her to switch her "allegiance" as she put it to an older woman. Even as she lay in Miss Valentine's arms she recalled the acute and intense pleasure she had had as she lay in Helga's young strong arms high up in the Bernese Oberland.
Helga, on one particular occasion, had held her much as Lotte was doing. She had then pulled her on to her back, looked into her eyes and then kissed her, kissed her with one of wonderful, sustained predatory kisses that seemed to suck the very life from her. And her kisses were much the same as the kiss Miss Valentine had given her. But then Helga had lain on top of her and had-as she always did-moved rhythmically with the genitals in opposition. Helga was a tribadist and she was able to stimulate her partner with extreme cleverness, her clitoris large enough to jut from her labia and rub against that of the woman underneath her.
She remembered that someone had told her that Lotte Valentine used a dildo, and the idea made her shiver with horror. Why, if you wanted a penis inside you, not have a man?
Lotte's hands now began to grip and twist her teats and she felt herself slowly being roused, though still apprehensive about submitting to the older woman, especially if she wished to use her dildo. But the fingers manipulated and stimulated her mammary flesh cunningly and soon she felt tremors of pleasure radiating from her breasts to her pelvis, while the other woman was giving her exquisite delight by the way she was lightly kissing her neck.
Her inhibitions and fears began to evaporate and she began to desire the older woman, began to want her to make love to her.
Her body relaxing to the older woman's advances, her flesh tingling with pleasure, she turned round to he on her back, searching for the other woman's mouth in the darkness. It came down on hers, now almost harpy-like in its probing, like the beak of a bird of prey. She offered her mouth up for sacrifice and the mouth sucked at hers with a passionate and almost terrifying fury, the eager tongue simultaneously using her mouth for its erotic satisfaction, probing, exploring, advancing, withdrawing, invading and occupying with an aggressive, demanding fierceness.
At first she was almost overcome; it was all too much for her. But slowly, as the lips and tongue lapped and sucked at hers she felt her body being drained of its daily cares and slowly transformed as if by some witch-like power from the other woman's mouth. She seemed to be transported into a world of sex.
But it was only a beginning for the other woman now began to caress and massage one of her breasts, though still not releasing her mouth. She pressed her finger tips deep into the glands in an expert way that far surpassed anything a man was capable of. She began to writhe and a few seconds later she was convulsing with her climax, even though the woman had not even touched her genitals. Another climax followed as soon as Lotte turned to her other breast, and then a series of orgasms one after the other as the games mistress slowly involved her genitals in the sustained love play.
Exhausted she lay back, limp and content as Lotte, resting for a while lay at her side, gently stroking her hair. But Lotte herself would need to achieve some consummation and perhaps the price she would have to pay in giving her that satisfaction would be excessive after the intense pleasure she had just experienced.
Lotte leaned over her and said in a low, hoarse whisper, "Darling, I must fuck you now."
"Fuck me?" whispered Barbara.
"Yes, I have a dildo with me. It's the land with a double penis, one goes into me, the other into you. You'll let me do it won't you?" She was not begging but insisting and Barbara knew that she had to submit to the artificial phallus while the other woman used it on her.
"Yes, yes, of course," she murmured.
Lotte Valentine switched on the bedside light and for a moment Barbara saw again the large haunches and the heavy sagging breasts, and caught a glimpse of the rotund buttocks and powerful fleshy thighs. Ugly, and yet strangely attractive. Then the woman was taking the huge weapon out of her shoulder-bag--an enormous double phallus fitted with a set of testicles and a pair of straps.
The woman expertly thrust one of the pricks into her vagina and secured it with the straps round her waist. Now a huge red penis below which was a heavy pair of balls, jutted from her body, exactly like a penis.
The sight filled the lovely blonde with horror, for it brought back immediately the terrible memory of the occasion when she had been raped by her father as a child. The artificial prick seemed to be an exact replica of her father's both in size and shape.
"Must you?" Barbara said with fear in her voice. "Must you use that on me?"
"Of course, my darling, of course I must; it is the only way we can both get true fulfillment together: mutual fulfillment. It's a lovely prick when you get it inside you, and I know you'll love it, just wait until I begin to thrust it into you ...
"No-o, please!"
"Don't be silly, Barbara. Because men have them it doesn't mean we should reject them. That would be absurd. The thing we have to do is to reject the men but keep the phallus for ourselves. Take a leaf out of the book of the filthy male sex," her voice was almost a snarl. "Take from them the one decent thing they've got-their pricks and reject the sordid, squalid, filthy thing that lies behind it-the mind of a man."
As she spoke she had clambered between the younger woman's parted thighs and had carefully placed the free dildo inside Barbara's outer lips. Then rising a little on her knees she cleverly directed the dildo into the blonde's orifice before lowering her heavy, fleshy body on the girl's and driving home the massive prick with one sustained, lunging thrust.
"Aaaaah!" moaned Barbara, feeling that she had been cleaved in two.
But the woman took no notice and now began to thrust into the young unsullied flesh without inhibition, using her enormous thighs to raise her body and hips a little from the girl before thrusting into her again with masculine power. Gradually she adopted a steady but forceful rhythm, drawing the weapon down Barbara's cunt more slowly than she thrust it in, using a rhythm that would have reminded an onlooker of that of a piston engine.
And as she warmed to her task-her face filled with lust for the beautiful young woman who was her victim. She got a response from the girl who, feeling that at last she was going to achieve a vaginal orgasm, writhed eagerly and squirmed to the phallus in a desperate effort to achieve that consummation so devoutly to be wished-and yet, in the circumstances, so paradoxically!
When they came they came together, came in a writhing, squirming moment of near agony, such was the painful intensity of their climax. Barbara cried out in strange ecstasy as her whole body convulsed to the driving prick, while the other woman, her climax stimulated by the friction of the dildo inside her and the lustful satisfaction of raping the younger woman, achieved a deep and profound orgasm that left her emptied and exhausted but totally fulfilled as she later lay on top the young blonde.
CHAPTER FOUR
Angela was in Penny's room and for fun they had just measured Angela's waist and hips as she stood in her bra and panties, suspender belt and nylons.
"You've got a lovely figure," said Penny admiringly.
"Oh, I don't think it's as good as yours. Anyway your breasts are better than mine," said Angela enviously.
"Shall we he on the bed together now," said Penny eagerly. She moved over to the divan and sat at one end against the pillows, but she did not undress.
"What about your clothes?" laughed Angela.
Penny did not reply but slipped her panties down her legs and kicked them to the floor. Then she got back into position against the pillows, her left leg stretched out, her right one bent, thus showing her hairy genitals.
"Aren't you going to undress?"
"No, not yet. Don't you remember once saying that you liked me to look like a young teenager? I've put on this outfit to please you. I thought it would excite you and then you'd do something special when you got really excited. You know, Angela, I want you to lick my vagina."
Angela was at once shocked at the suggestion but also excited at the thought of it. She knew that it was called cunnilingus and she had often wondered what it would be like to do it to another girl though she had always never seriously thought she would ever actually do it to anyone.
She was in her bra and suspender belt and stockings and she liked the idea of making love to the other girl who was still almost fully dressed except for her panties.
She looked into Penny's dark eyes, looked at her sulky sensual mouth and then down at the hairy lips between her thighs. She had never seen, she realized, such a hairy bush on a girl.
She knelt at one side, near to Penny's left leg and let her weight fall on her own left elbow, putting her right arm round Penny's back. And then she lowered her head between Penny's thighs and began to lick the girl's slightly parted labia. For a minute or two both girls were thrilled enough at the relatively light contact, Angela's tongue working across the two lips through the hairy forest and occasionally lapped the inside of her friend's right thigh.
But it had soon provoked a more urgent feeling in them and almost as Penny began to swivel round so that she could he full length down the length of the divan, legs widely parted, Angela had the same idea and moved backwards so that she could lower herself on her tummy between the firm and shapely thighs.
She eagerly parted the thick fleshy flanges with her fingers and then slid her tongue into the red slit. She moved it from top to bottom, bottom to top, and from top to bottom again with steady strokes that sent the other girl into ecstasy within a few moments until she began to writhe in her first orgasm on the bed.
As she saw the effect on her friend, Angela herself became more and more excited and at the same time, less and less inhibited. She moved forward to push her mouth against Penny's hairy vertical one, the four lips engaging and her nose right into the slit so that she could savor through taste and smell the hot, sexy slit of her friend.
A shiver ran through her body when she buried her nose right in the slit and felt her tongue lap against the opening to Penny's cunt; it was a shiver of strange excitement mixed with a sense of guilt. She felt that she was really doing about the most sinful and forbidden thing in the world and for a moment tried to think what would happen if at that moment someone were to see her. The sense of the forbidden only intensified her excitement and she greedily began to suck at the other girl's luscious pink membranes.
"Can you get your tongue in me?" gasped Penny, "then m do it to you next" She lay back wriggling from time to time but making loud panting noises all the time as she felt the threshold of her orgasm rise. If only she could have Angela's tongue inside her now--it would fulfill her completely.
Angela lowered her head and concentrated on thrusting her hardened and pointed tongue into the wet orifice and eventually she succeeded in moving it in and out like a small penis with a steady rhythm. It drove Penny into a state of wild ecstasy and it was only a few moments before she felt the convulsions of orgasm and the sudden, exquisite release of her juices.
Angela felt the throbbing convulsing flesh of Penny's body and then she got the taste of the juices as they flowed down her friend's vagina. The taste of the hot secretions at once excited her so much that she achieved a small orgasm without so much as the slightest friction in or near her genitals. She lay exhausted with her mouth on Penny's wet pussy as they both slowly recovered.
A few moments later it was Angela's turn. She had wanted to broach the subject of dildos but so exciting had everything proved since she reached Penny's room that she had had no time to think about them. Now she was lying back as Penny lay between her thighs about to lick and suck her pussy.
The first contact of Penny's lascivious tongue on her outer lips was enough to send her into transports of joy. Once a boyfriend had done it to her but it had been nowhere near as exciting as it was now that a girl was doing it to her, and, in particular,, the expert Penny. For Penny seemed to know exactly what to do and when to do it, and she did it with precision and expertise.
For some minutes Penny lazily tongued her friend's slit and then when she had roused Angela to the point of no return she suddenly concentrated her whole attention on the girl's clitoris, stimulating it profoundly with the tip of her tongue. As soon as Angela began to enter on her orgasm, Penny's tongue dived into her cunt and rapidly moved in and out to ensure her friend's complete fulfillment.
They lay there in each other's arms, totally exhausted, and it was more than an hour before they came to again. Penny wanted to start lovemaking again, and she suddenly bit her friend's neck and sucked the flesh until she produced a red bite mark on her flesh. But Angela pointed out that it was late and they were not supposed to be in each others rooms at that time, but she promised to come the following evening.
It was unfortunate, depending on the way one looks at it, that Penny had indulged in that love bite, which the medical men term ecchymosis, for next morning during games when Angela was wearing only a T-shirt and shorts it was noticed by Miss Lotte Valentine.
She saw at once that it was recent but as no passes had been issued to any of the girls since the previous weekend, Miss Valentine began to ask herself how the girl could have come by it. There were no men on the teaching staff and Angela was hardly the sort who would have allowed the boiler man or gate porter to give her a love bite.
She, therefore, drew the perfectly logical conclusion that within the previous twenty-four hours or so, a love bite had been inflicted in the girl by another girl in the college.
She had never thought of Angela as a likely "queer" and still less the kind of girl to allow another girl to display her feelings so openly as to give her a prominent love bite. When she looked at the girl she saw at once that Angela was doing her best to hide the mark and when she caught Angela's eye she knew that the girl had noticed her enquiring looks and curiosity.
That afternoon, after school, she asked Angela to come to her study. When Angela arrived she said outright, "I think, Angela, that you would be well advised to avoid having love bites made on your neck for it is perfectly obvious that the one you have on your neck could only have been inflicted by another girl. I don't think you should display your lesbianism so blatantly, my dear."
Angela had realized that there was a risk of one of the lecturers-or even one of her fellow-students--realizing the import of the love bite, and seizing on the fact that it must have been inflicted by a woman. It was just her luck that she had had to attend the gymnasium that morning.
"I'm sorry, Miss Valentine," she began. "I can't explain but I assure you that it isn't quite what you think."
"Don't be shy with me, my dear; if you have had an affair with another girl it is nothing to be ashamed of. I am just warning you not to let others hear about it Now, my dear," and as she spoke she put her arms on the girl's shoulders. "I am really interested in who it is. You are such a lovely girl, Angela, and I've always been rather curious about you."
Angela felt her fingers press into her collarbone and it gave her a rather pleasant feeling. Then she looked into the eyes of the games mistress and saw that she was scrutinizing her closely, an unusually frank questioning look sometimes searching her. She felt almost hypnotized by the large brown eyes and as the woman moved her face closer she wanted to draw away but felt she could not.
The games mistress's hot breath was on her face now and her heavy sensual lips not more than six inches from hers. But she was literally spellbound; she could only stand there and wait to see what would happen.
The hands moved round to the back of her neck and then she felt the delicate touch of fingers on her nape; the mouth seemed to be closer; the burning eyes penetrating her whole being. And then ... then she felt the hot, passionate lips on hers, lips that seemed to swamp her and at the same time communicate some highly personal message, as if to say, "This is meant for you alone and I have been waiting for you all the long years."
She trembled all over and felt her body shaking so much that she would have collapsed if the woman had not gripped her tightly in her arms as the predatory lips sucked at hers and her aggressive tongue invaded her mouth.
The lips were literally fastened to Angela's and the girl thought it was an age before they were withdrawn and a breathless Miss Valentine was saying, "Let's he on the bed, darling. Let's He on the bed for a while."
Almost as if in a trance she allowed herself to move backwards to the bed and a few moments later she lay on her back as the older woman began to remove her shoes. Angels suddenly became aware of the fact, then thought for a moment she was taking them off simply to give her a chance to relax on the bed.
But then Miss Valentine was running her hands up her legs and feeling for the top of her stockings. Angela put her hand down to cover her thighs up again, but the hands were persistent and were aided by some soothing words from the games mistress.
"Oh, my dear Angela, I'm not going to hurt you. Just you let me cares? you for a while and then you'll feel much better. I shan't hurt you, my dear. I think you'll like it when I caress your legs."
Angela could not be bothered to struggle. She was bewildered by the events of the previous few days, a little ashamed, especially at her masturbatory effort with the cucumber and her thoughts about dildos. She wondered if Miss Valentine had one for it was now plain to her that she was a committed lesbian of the rather masculine type, the type more-likely than not to like to use a dildo.
Despite her strong guilt feelings, her feeling of shame, her doubts about the propriety and wisdom of lying there on Miss Valentine's bed, she had all at once felt a strange pang of excitement in her back and loins for Miss Valentine had continued to stroke her thighs and to touch the soft flesh at the top of her stockings. At first she had been a little irritated by the contact but as she lay there she felt a tingling feeling spreading up her legs to her genital area and thence to her pelvis and loins.
She would wait and see, at least. There was nothing morally wrong in allowing the older woman to excite her if she really enjoyed herself, she now argued to herself. She was becoming a frank hedonist, she knew, and if it was lesbianism that gave her the most direct and fulfilling pleasure, then she would go on being a lesbian.
It seems that these thoughts were provoked and colored by the intensity of the pleasure that the older woman was inducing, for Angela felt a delicious sensation now in the whole lower part of her body and it was focused most intently in her thighs around her genitals.
And when Miss Valentine lightly rubbed her hand against her panties just above her outer lips, she shivered with delight. This was not lost on Miss Valentine who now began to pull down the girl's panties quite unashamedly.
Angela liked the feel of the older woman removing her panties, her fingers up on her belly inserting themselves under the elastic and then dragging at them, her hands working down the side of her hips to the base of her spine to pull at the panties from behind. She eased her body a little so that the games mistress was able to slip them from her buttocks and soon she had pulled them from her stockinged thighs and legs.
Oh, it was exquisite, that touch of her fingers, thought Angela as Miss Valentine now, very gently stroked her outer lips. She felt tremors of excitement surge through her.
Miss Valentine looked down at the girl and guessed that she was willing to be seduced. But she would take no chances and continued her stimulation for a while before getting her dildo and seducing her.
Her fingers pushed the girl's thighs a little wider and then with both hands she drew the flabby flanges of the labia apart to look at the girl's wet red gash. Miss Valentine felt a glow of excitement spread through her body and an itch between her thighs as she held the lips apart and looked at the soft, almost virginal flesh of Angela's exposed vulva.
And then she fingered the nymphae and the hood that covered her clitoris, and immediately she did so Angela wriggled with delight, moaning soft, inaudible words which Miss Valentine took to be words of consent.
She got up from the bed and slid down her skirt and then removed her panties. Taking off her blouse she stood there for a moment in her bra and stockings, held up by a suspender belt, before reaching for her dildo. Angela, through her half closed eyes, saw the strange-looking instrument in the woman's hands and guessed immediately what it was. She lay passive, eagerly waiting to feel the first thrust of the massive artificial prick in her avid cunt
Miss Valentine clambered onto the bed with the dildo fitted to her body. And then kneeling for a moment between Angela's legs, she lubricated the knob and shaft of the phallus with the wet secretions of Angela's genitals. And then lowering her body she guided the weapon between Angela's labia and into her vaginal orifice.
It took Angela's breath way, just as if she had dived into cold water. But then as the huge thing drove deep inside her she felt a spreading glow of sensation, and wonderful feeling of submission to the huge prick, and began to experience an almost new dimension-as she said later-of sexual delight.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lotte Valentine was in the seventh heaven of delight as she worked the dildo into the lovely Angela's body, using a masculine-like thrust and power and feeling an almost sadistic delight on the occasions that the force of her thrusts caused the girl to wince momentarily with pain.
But she was also gaining pleasure from the friction in her own vagina caused by the other part of the dildo which moved perceptibly each time she thrust into the girl. She was virtually having it both ways: the feminine pleasure of a prick inside her and the masculine pleasure of using such a prick on another woman. From long experience she knew exactly how to obtain the maximum satisfaction from the use and proper manipulation of the double dildo.
She took the girl under her buttocks and drove into the girl's body with all her power as she gripped her flesh tightly in her hands, one finger in the girl's anus. She panted and grunted as the threshold of her lust rose and soon she was on the brink of her climax. She had also induced a climax in Angela, more than once, for the girl moaned and squirmed throughout the performance, never having experienced such intense erotic pleasure before.
When Miss Valentine finally achieved her goal, it was like an explosion for she cried out loudly as she felt her vagina convulse orgasmically, her love juices flowing copiously over the dildo.
No sooner was her orgasm over than she had sudden qualms about what she had done. But she need not have worried for Angela's face soon told her that she was full of gratitude for the wonderful experience and she had gone through at the games mistress's hands-and dildo.
Angela watched eagerly as she undid the straps and then with a sudden impetuosity said, "Oh, Miss Valentine, would you lend that to me?"
Lotte Valentine was rather taken back and she even felt a pang of jealousy for she guessed at once that the girl wanted such an instrument to use on her friend, whoever she was.
But if she was kind to the girl and helped her she knew that she would be able to repeat the wonderful experience of that afternoon again. So she said, "Well, I have another one. It's a single one, without the other phallus for insertion in the user. But I think it would serve your purpose. I'll let you borrow it if you promise never to reveal where it came from and to see that it never falls into anyone else's hands. Can I rely on you, Angela?"
* * *
That evening when Angela went to her friend Penny's room she told her at once that she had the most wonderful surprise for her. Penny spent a few minutes doing her best to guess what the surprise could be but surrendered in the end.
"A dildo!" exclaimed Penny when Angela took it out of her handbag. "Oh, then ... then we can have sex properly. Oh, darling, darling Angela, where did you get it?"
"Don't ask me. I promised never to tell anyone. But there's no need to worry. Let's just make the most of it. Shall we?"
Penny began to undress, as did Angela, and in a moment or two they were examining the dildo closely as they stood there, Angela with her black bra, white girdle belt and stockings, Penny similarly attired but keeping on her calf-length black boots. She felt more active with them on, and it was soon obvious that she was determined to use the instrument first.
Nothing was said between the two girls but Penny was soon fixing the artificial penis to her waist and thighs and when she sat back on the old sofa the huge thing stuck up vertically and looked very much like a real male organ.
"Let's try it this way first," said Penny, "you just sit astride me and lower yourself onto it. That'll give you some idea of what it feels like." Angela smiled to herself, said nothing and got onto the sofa, placing her legs across Penny's. Then she slowly lowered herself down, placing the massive prick between her cunt lips and directing it into her cunt. A moment later she let it slide right into her, gasping with pleasure as she felt it almost cleave her in two.
She moved for a while up and down in that position, but she wanted to have the wonderful sensation of having it driven into her by another girl lying on top of her, most of all Penny.
"Penny," she said, "Let's go onto the bed and then you can fuck me properly."
"Yes, let's, Angela. Do you really want me to? To fuck you?"
"Yes, of course, I do, my darling. There's nothing I want more in the whole world. I'm sure it will be so successful between us"
"Do you want me to fuck you always? Or will you do it to me sometimes?" demanded Penny as the two girls clambered from the sofa and walked, arm in arm to the bed.
"Oh, I'll fuck you if you like, but if you prefer to fuck me, then I'd be glad. I feel passive towards you and want to have your prick inside me. But if you don't get all the pleasure you want that way, then I'll be happy to fuck you. In any case I want to try it soon just to see what it feels like to be on top and to be thrusting that enormous thing into someone."
"Oh, goody," said Penny. "I feel like you. I mean I like the idea of fucking you mostly but I would like you to do it to me sometimes."
"Do you think all lesbians behave like man and woman," suddenly asked Penny as they lay in each other's arms on the bed. "I mean one active and one passive?"
"No, I don't think so, I think they change about a bit, but I suppose there's a tendency for one girl to take the more active role, one to be more passive. That's what I read, anyway."
Penny was caressing Angela's breasts, the huge penis against the darker girl's legs. Gradually Penny knew that Angela was roused and putting her hand between her thighs she parted her labia to find that she was already wet.
Then she slid between Angela's lovely long thighs and placed the tip of the rubber instrument just inside the girl's vulva, maneuvering herself so that she found the entrance to the orifice with the weapon. Then she thrust forward and felt it slide into her friend.
"Now, I'm fucking you!" she exclaimed a gentle and excited smile on her face.
"Yes, now you are fucking me, darling," said Angela. "Oh, it sounds wonderful. I'm being fucked by you, oh, my darling, darling Penny."
Then there was a long silence in the room, broken only by the moans and cries of delight of the two girls as they achieved the same sort of consummation that was normally reserved for a man and a woman. Penny moved the dildo with expertise and lustful thrusting movements into her friend's cunt, giving her the maximum pleasure, and before long bringing on a series of orgasms.
It took Penny herself a little longer to come as the friction of her clitoris depended on the exact opposition of the small button on the base of the dildo and she did not at first quite get it to work against her as she wished. But in time she got into the best position and the right rhythm and when she came she felt an overwhelming sensation of sheer erotic delight that she had never even dreamed of before.
Then the two girls lay in each others' arms, the prick still in Angela, the latter thinking kindly of Miss Valentine, for affording her such pleasure by loaning the dildo. Penny was thinking of all the wonderful times that lay ahead for the two girl lovers.
* * *
But there was trouble on the horizon for in a weak moment Angela foolishly let it be known that she had had a sexual experience with Miss Valentine who had lent her the dildo. Penny was extremely possessive and at once grew angry at Angela's betrayal and above all at the fact that Miss Valentine had obviously taken advantage of her girl friend.
She sulked for the rest of the evening and though by the time Angela left her the two girls had made it up, Penny could not forgive Miss Valentine. She felt she had to get her own back against the woman, calling her an evil witch, a filthy bitch and sundry other unpleasant names.
Next day she went so far as to go to Miss Valentine's room after the afternoon session.
"What is it?" asked Lotte Valentine, who for some reason she could not define did not like Penny.
"You seduced my friend, didn't you, Miss Valentine. You took advantage of her!" Her face was flushed and she hardly cared what she said.
"Come, come, my dear," said Miss Valentine realizing that the girl meant Angela and not the French lecturer. "Calm yourself, my dear, you are behaving like a jealous husband. What if I did seduce your friend. She is old enough to make her own decisions and I can tell you quite frankly that she submitted to me without any kind of pressure. Ask her yourself."
"So you admit, at least, that you seduced her!" almost shouted Angela. "You're over thirty and she's nineteen, how could you! You used your power, I'm sure. Got her by trickery."
"Is that what you think? Then if you are so sure of yourself why don't you let me try it on you?"
The strange challenge appealed to Penny. It would, she saw at once, prove just the opposite. If she gave way to the woman then Valentine had obviously seduced her against her wishes and that would prove that she was right; but as she was certain that she would not give way then it rather proved that Angela had been a willing accomplice. She felt she ought to know the true situation.
"I would," said Penny, "if I thought you were sincerely out to seduce me. But it might be that you won't try and leave me cold and therefore give me the impression that Angela was a willing victim."
"Take your clothes off and we'll see," said the games mistress, her eyes showing her growing lust for the lovely Penelope, her heart beating faster.
As they both undressed they scrutinized each other closely, the older woman admitting to herself that she had never seen a more attractive and desirable figure and the younger girl deciding that the talked-about Miss Valentine was not, after all, so unworthy, for she had a plump and luscious body, splendid thighs and a massive bush of hair from low down her pelvis to her very crotch.
Penny walked over to the instructor's bed, feeling no shame at accepting the challenge. If the woman could excite and rouse her, then she would be quite ready to submit and admit that she must be a very good lover, and, in that case, Angela might be forgiven after all.
She had kept on her white hair band that kept her unruly hair in place and also her suspender belt, and stockings. She liked the sensual feel of another girl's legs against her nylons.
The strongly-built, sensuous Lotte Valentine tripped completely and as she strapped on the dildo-she was using the double one-she looked almost aggressive in her sexuality. Lust characterized the glint in her eyes as well as curiosity as she continued to eye the young student's ample but shapely body.
She pulled the girl to the edge of the bed and then, still standing, she pushed Penny's thighs out and backwards, completely exposing her genitals. She felt suddenly her lust rise as she looked at the hairy lips between which was revealed the long red gash with its large clitoris and inner lips.
She looked for a moment into Penny's eyes to see that the girl was eager and ready to be taken. Almost as she looked at her she saw the girl was being rapidly roused and a few seconds later she half closed her eyes and with her mouth half open she began to moan tremulously as she felt the heavy phallus touch her outer lips.
Slowly, to Penny's moans, the weapon slid into her vestibule and then into the orifice of her vagina.
For a moment Miss Valentine kept it there, just in the entrance to mark the effect on the girl, who now lay back on the bed. She began to writhe slightly and then to move her body against the dildo, as if to indicate that she wanted it inside her.
"Do you still think that I seduced your friend, Penelope? Against her wishes?" whispered Lotte Valentine hoarsely.
"No, n-no, of course not. She must have wanted it--as I do. Oh, give it to me, Miss Valentine. Give it to me where I want it, deep as you can, Miss!"
A lustful smile on her face, the mistress pushed the girl further onto the bed and then lowering her body over the girl's she thrust into her eager, luscious flesh, making a squelching noise with the artificial prick as she did so.
She watched Penny's eyes close and saw her begin to move her head from side to side, her hips raised a little to feel the full extent and size of the prick that now filled and stretched her vagina.
Lotte Valentine felt a rush of desire for the lovely girl on the bed who was now at her mercy. She let her heavy breasts fall on the girl's chest and then she reached out to embrace her and bring her lips down to the girl's.
Penny shivered with excitement as she felt the full mature breasts squeeze against her own and then the thick sensual lips engage with hers as the phallus now slowly drew down her innermost passage. Then Lotte drove it into her as, at the same instant, her tongue invaded the girl's mouth and began to lap eagerly on hers and to explore its remotest recesses.
Penny had longed for something like this. She still would have preferred to be with Angela, but she knew that she was right not to have missed such an experience as this; it was lust that she felt, a kind of masochistic lust without any feelings towards the woman who was providing it. But it was different from submission to a man: there was something wonderful at the feel of the woman's mouth and at the weight of her heavy breasts on her own, and at the contact of their luscious thighs. No man could provide these things.
She simply lay there passive to the wonderful thrusts that had brought her rapidly to the edge of orgasm, moving just enough to keep her teetering on the edge of it, loving the wet, predatory mouth and tongue, the flapping breasts and the harsh thrusts of the prick that stretched her vagina to the very limit.
For Lotte the girl was yet another victim, the second young one that term, quite apart from her conquest of the french mistress. She had never had such a stroke of luck and she was taking full advantage of it, literally raping the girl and getting immense satisfaction from the feel of the girl's tender and youthful body under her and from the prick inside her own body that moved just sufficiently to create a stimulating friction against her vaginal walls.
And then...
Almost as if she had come to a moment of great creative achievement she drove into the girl to bring on a mutual orgasm, one of such intensity that the two women were at once writhing and squirming ecstatically and crying out in their moment of supreme joy, crying out words of obscenity and love. "I love you, I love fucking you, darling Penelope. I could fuck-fuck you forever." And Penny was groaning and speaking at the same time, "Yes-yes, fuck, fuck me, oh give it to me. Ohaaaah, oh I've come, oh, you've fucked me--made me come. Ooooooh!"
They lay there, their bodies palpitating, the breathing fast and noisy as they began to relax and to regain their breath in the aftermath of consummation.
The fleshy burning lips of the older woman continued to cling to those of the girl and then, slowly, she let her face slide to one side and she fell into a light hair.
* * *
That night Penny told Angela everything that had happened, saying that she now understood how she had been attracted to Miss Valentine and forgiving her for her "disloyalty". Angela smiled. "Well as long as it makes no difference to us, I don't mind at all."
They smiled at each other as they began to remove their clothes...
CHAPTER SIX
They had removed their frocks and stood there in their undies. Then Penny slipped off her shoes and put on her knee-high boots that Angela liked so much-especially, she had confessed, when they were making love together.
"My turn, isn't it?" said Angela, smiling.
"You don't really want to, do you?" replied Penny. feel in the mood for taking the initiative tonight. I suppose because I was passive this afternoon. Will you let me do it to you?" The smile she gave Angela could only be described as lascivious.
"If you wish, but don't forget I've never used it yet and I want to try it. Sometime anyway."
Penny was removing a mini-slip she had worn under her frock and she now stood in her black brassiere, polka-dot suspender belt and stockings. She lifted her breasts out of her bra, hoping that would excite her friend who, she knew, liked her breasts very much.
Then she walked to the cupboard where they had decided to keep the dildo until they returned it to Miss Valentine.
A moment or two later Penelope was placing the strap around her waist and under her crotch and she was almost ready for her friend.
Angela was similarly dressed, that is in her brassiere, white suspender belt and stockings, though, of course, she was not wearing boots but stood in her stocking feet. She had not yet removed her panties, however. She too, at Penny's suggestion, had lifted her breasts out of her bra, and in some way this made them look really large.
Penny went over to her friend and standing in front of her with the huge dildo jutting from her body she pulled her friend's panties away from her body and with a smile on her face she thrust the weapon between Angela's hairy lips and into her orifice.
"That's just a little foretaste, my dear, of what my cock's like to night. like it?"
"Love it, darling," Angela said in a low, husky murmur. "Oh, I want it in me desperately. Let's go to the bed."
Angela, with her silky black hair, lay on the bed. She unstrapped her bra and lying on her back her breasts seemed really shapely, though, in reality, they suffered a little from pendulosity, a fact that always made her a little shy of Penny.
She looked up with her large, soft eyes at her friend who was now kneeling between and stroking her lovely thighs.
"You've got the loveliest legs, darling," murmured Penny appreciatively. "You know it must be awful to be a man, not to have soft, luscious flesh, no breasts-no cunt like we've got!"
She was running her hands between her friend's inner thighs as she spoke and now began to stroke the hair of her fleshy labia, slowly starting to part them to expose the randy quim. "And certainly nothing as lovely and as exciting as that," she said in her husky, sexy voice.
"Oh, I'm not altogether sure that they haven't got something on us, darling," moaned Angela as she felt the fingers seeking for her clitoris. "They've got cocks!"
That no clitoris!" said Penny as she went on fondling and caressing Angela's. Nothing like that lovely little bud you've got there, nothing anywhere near as sensitive."
"But they have those wonderful hairy balls beneath!"
"Oh, they can have those any day. No I think the real advantage we have over them is that we can do to each other what they do to us. We can use an artificial prick, but they can't have an artificial vagina!"
"Yes, you're certainly right there-unless, of course, you count their asses!" Angela laughed at the thought
Penny was now ready to push the instrument into her friend's yearning fanny and she moved higher between her splendid thighs and thrust the tip between the hairy lips, directing it to the vestibule. Then she leaned forward on one elbow and drove the massive shaft into her friend's avid cunt. "There, there!" she gasped. "Like it?"
Angela had moaned with pleasure as she felt the cold, hard rubber weapon enter and invade her and she was almost too overwhelmed with it to speak. "Mmmmmm," she murmured as she closed her eyes and lay with her head on one side, her lips parted. "Mmmmm!"
Then as Penny moved back and forth Angela began to move her hips from side to side to increase the friction in her vagina, eager to get the maximum stimulation from the prick worn by Penny.
Angela reached round with her red-nailed fingers to run them down her friend's back, and then to draw her to her so that a moment later their young lips met in a passionate kiss. Penny was breathing loudly as she drove the thick wedge of rubber deep into her friend, her heavy breasts dangling and flapping from side to side and whipping across her friend's. She had now placed her hands under her friend's bottom, grabbing the cheeks in the palms of her hands, her nails digging into the soft resilient flesh.
With all her force she now began to thrust up and down the wet vagina of her friend who had already experienced two small orgasms and who was writhing now ecstatically as she felt her main orgasm approach. She held close to her friend as she squirmed and arched her body to feel the full extent of the raping shaft in her vagina, and then with a sudden cry of delight she felt her orgasm overwhelm her, her whole body convulsing as Penny, with half a dozen rapid thrusts, reached her own climax before she slumped on her friend's body.
* * *
Elsewhere in St Elizabeth's, Lotte Valentine was feeling lonely and frustrated. She had been unable to persuade Barbara to allow her to make love to her again as the French mistress had had a sudden feeling of revulsion against the older woman.
It was for that reason that about the time Penny brought Angela to her climax, Lotte Valentine was making her way to Angela's room. When she found that the girl was not there she crossed the corridor and knocked on Penny's door.
The two girls, practically naked on the bed, Penny wearing the dildo, felt that they were trapped. They had locked the door but obviously they had to answer the knock as there was a light on and they had probably been heard.
Penny withdrew the dildo, quickly unstrapped it, pushed it into a drawer and, slipping on her dressing-gown at the same time as Angela, slid into her frock, she went to the door and turned back the key.
It was with relief that she saw it was Miss Valentine.
"May I come in?" asked Miss Valentine and then, catching sight of a ruffled Angela who was getting into her shoes, she added, "Ah, I think I can guess what you girls have been doing!"
The girls flushed and hardly dared to speak, but when Miss Valentine smiled at them both and said, "I hope you enjoyed yourselves," they relaxed a little and Penny let her dressing gown fall apart a little at the front to reveal that she was in her bra and garter belt.
"Oh, you look lovely, my dear," said Miss Valentine gushing. "Oh, darling, let me give you a kiss on your lovely titties."
She did not wait for an answer but drew Penny close and then bent her head to take one of the girl's nipples in her mouth and kiss and lap it eagerly. Then she raised her head and gave Penny a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Well, why don't we all have some fun? What do you say?"
Penny and Angela exchanged glances but it was obvious that they rather liked the idea. Perhaps Miss Valentine would use the dildo on them in turn, thought Angela. As Penny nodded, followed by an affirmative gesture from Angela, Miss Valentine went back and locked the door.
"Well, Penny, have you got the dildo in your room?" As she spoke and as Penny nodded and reached for it Lotte began to undress and quite shamelessly she was standing a moment later stark naked in front of the girls, her pendulous breasts hung from her chest, her heavy thighs were white and provocative in the electric light
"Come, let me have it." She took the dildo, still wet with Angela's secretions and fixed it to her body.
"Now," she said, "who's first." As she spoke she went over and lay back on the bed, her head on the pillow. "I'd like someone to sit astride me for a change. Come on, Angela."
A moment later, when Angela had thrown off her frock and moved to the bed, she heard Miss Valentine say, "Oh, darling take them all off," meaning the girl's clothes and a rather shy Angela was shortly clambering naked onto the bed.
"Now get astride my belly, darling. That's it. Lovely, my dear. Now I'll put this between your legs and I want you to lower yourself onto it. I'll be able to move in you but if you can move as well, in the same rhythm, it'll be really exciting for you. Pity I didn't bring the other dildo."
Angela's cunt was exposed from behind and Penny looked eagerly as she saw her friend's cunt lips part and the tip of the dildo inserted between them. Then Penny caught sight of the hairy cunt of the games mistress and it sent a shiver of excitement surging through her. A moment later Angela slid onto the prick and for the moment there was no more to be seen of the pair of cunt lips or the artificial prick that now brought the two women into intimate contact.
Miss Valentine was arching her body up and down and soon Angela was adopting the older woman's rhythm with great success while she at the same time gripped hold of the older women's opulent breasts. It was no more than two or three minutes before the energetic thrusts of the games mistress brought Angela to her climax.
The young girl slumped on the body of the older woman who now took her in her arms and then rolled over on top of her, for she was still not satisfied. She now drove the thick phallus ruthlessly into Angela's already satisfied cunt and the result was that it gave her a ticklish rather than an erotic feeling at first But such was the stimulating effects of the driving prick that it was not long before she was again roused sufficiently to desire to come again and she began at once to cooperate again with the aggressive, frustrated virgin on top of her, now using her like a man uses a woman.
When Miss Valentine finally reached her climax and felt her juices flow from her convulsing vagina she groaned like an animal and muttered strange obscenities that shocked even Penny. Then she lay on top of the young girl for a while before drawing the regained her composure.
The three women lay on the bed, Angela and Miss Valentine having been joined by Penny who squeezed between them. She had been thoroughly stimulated by all she had witnessed.
She was unwilling to wait for Angela and Lotte Valentine to feel a renewal of their desire and she at once began to caress Angela's body while enjoying the pressure of Miss Valentine's heavy breasts and hard teats against her back. She bent over to suck Angela's breasts while her hand sought her inner thighs. She suddenly felt a tremendous desire to taste her friend's juices and she at once swung round and lowered her head between her legs. As she did so she felt Miss Valentine reach up and begin to stroke her bottom and between her lovely thighs.
A girl's genitals, to a man, are the most exciting thing in the world, and to bury one's head in the hairy, wet sexy gash with its faint odor of fish or Marmite and to lick the inner mucous is heaven for a normal man.
Penny had similar feelings and sensations and her lips came into contact with those of her friend's genitals and her tongue lapped at the soft oozing flesh between her nose in her crotch. She sniffed and moving her lips down the wet gash she tasted the girl's juices as they dribbled from her cunt and at the same time her nose went as far as the soft brown rosette of her anus. She sniffed eagerly and got the faint odor of excreta and sweat in the dark crevice, her nose now almost burrowing into the small hole of her anus.
She had a sudden desire to lick the rosette and she at once put into practice the urge she felt to submit herself in this way to her friend. There are few women that a man can do this to, and there must be still fewer women that another woman would feel disposed to savor in this way.
As she lay there nosing in the crevice, licking in the slit and finally engaging her lips again with the hairy labia, Penny felt her legs being turned and parted so that Miss Valentine's face came under her cunt lips and a second or two later just as she began to lick again at Angela's vulva she felt Lotte Valentine's tongue on her clitoris.
It sent her reeling with uncontrollable delight, to lick her friend's genitals while another woman, an expert at that, licked and lapped at hers. Treating her clitoris with specially exciting tongue thrusts sent her at once into an orgasm and the next thing she knew as she lay panting between Angela's thighs was the games mistress was licking and swallowing her juices is they dribbled out of her cunt.
* * *
Miss Valentine showed the girls how to enjoy mutual satisfaction and orgasm at the same time from the friction of their clitorises. She lay on top of Penny, whose legs were parted and brought her own heavy outer lips to the girls. She then parted her lips and thrust her large clitoris against Penny's and then began to move in a slow, almost rotatory rhythm against the girl as at the same time she ensured the maximum contact by gripping the girl tightly by her buttocks, while kissing her lips at the same time.
This tribadic action soon brought the two women to a climax. Angela, eager to have this experience with
Penny, now lay on top of her friend and followed the example set by the games mistress. At first they could not make the proper land of contact, but with the help of Miss Valentine they finally achieved it and then indulged in the pleasure that comes from the gentle apposition and clitoris on clitoris. Angela came unexpectedly quickly, deciding that it was perhaps the best way for two women to have pleasure together.
But the true climax of the evening came when the games mistress proposed a threesome, the girls eagerly accepting the idea though not knowing quite what she intended by the word.
Miss Valentine herself lay on the bed and asked the two girls to sit astride her, facing each other. She moved Penny's buttocks over her face so that she could tongue the girl's genitals and she gave the dildo to Angela so that she could sit astride her and move it inside her while Angela and Penny, facing each other, indulged in mutual fondling and kissing.
To Angela, the dildo moving inside Miss Valentine and the small button frictioning her own clitoris, while she at the same time was able to kiss her friend's mouth and caress her large erect teats, it was the most exciting thing in the world. Her whole body was aflame with lustful delight, every part and extremity receiving waves of tingling pleasure from her mouth and genitals as well as her breasts, that were now being stimulated by Penny.
Penny, too, had similar wonderful sensations as she kissed her friend's sensual mouth, felt her titties and felt Angela's hands on her own, while, at the same time, she had the exquisite pleasure of enjoying the avid tongue of Miss Valentine moving like a prick in her cunt, her mouth engaged with her genitals. It was not more than five minutes before she came and flooded the games mistress's face with her secretions.
But for Miss Valentine, it was perfection. She had never hoped again to have had the pleasure of such youthful and beautiful bodies and in her wildest dreams had never envisaged enjoying the bodies of two girls of this kind at one and the same time.
So it is not surprising that the two girls and the older woman made a pact that night to meet once a week for the rest of that term at least and repeat the unequaled joys and delights of that threesome.
BOOK TWO
SEX DOOR TO DOOR
Susan was frustrated as she swung the Jaguar onto the housing estate, frustrated in two senses. First of all her job as a door-to-door saleswoman was proving unfruitful, the cosmetic firm she worked for were getting nasty over her lack of cash returns and dropping nasty hints about redundancy and staff cutting. The Jaguar which happened to be Susan's property cost the earth to run, and this along with all of her other expenses cut a huge hole in Susan's basic wage. Susan was also frustrated sexually, her appetite being strong and healthy. She longed for sex of some kind, but she was awkward in her approach to men and this spoiled her chances of a steady relationship. Susan had been approached often by women with Lesbian tendencies as she drove on her round. She had rebuffed the sexual advances in the past, but now in her present state of frustration she had made her mind to take the first chance of sexual satisfaction that presented itself ... man or woman.
Susan was a lovely girl with flaming auburn hair that contrasted with her creamy complexion, she had deep blue eyes fringed by long lashes, her figure was tall and her breasts thrust coyly at the snow white cambric blouse she wore. The weather was quite warm and her jacket lay on the rear seat of her car. She drew up before the first of a row of houses, all identical and going under the dubious name-Hampton Way. Susan set the handbrake and switched off the ignition. She lifted her sample case from the gray leather seat beside her and slid out of the car, locking the door carefully. As she bent to the lock, her firm, round backside strained at the thin material of her gray skirt. The deep, deep cleft between her posterior cheeks was clearly visible, jiggling a little as she pulled the key from the lock.
Susan walked from the car turning up the path of the first house. A half-dozen scruffy children ran past screaming at the top of their voices, as they legged along the pavement. Susan put the case down; her finger stabbed at the doorbell. Another refusal she thought.
The door opened, a refined looking woman stood before her, a blonde with a glorious high-breasted full-hipped figure. She wore a tight pencil skirt, a woolly sweater in a light tan shade, her slim nyloned legs terminated in fluffy mules. Her mouth was full, wickedly sensual, and her deep, lustrous brown eyes stared into Susan's, a naughty glint lurking there. The woman said, "Hello, what can I do for you dear?" She smiled sweetly. Susan thought, "You could do a real lot for me, but would you?" But she said politely, "I represent Color-Glow beauty aids, could I interest you in a new range of good quality make-up."
The woman hesitated doubtfully. "Oh, I don't think..." Her eyes ran over Susan's breasts, lingering on the sharp points made by her nipples as they poked at the cambric blouse. She looked at Susan's blue eyes then pulled the door wide open. "Come in and show me what you have." The woman closed the door, her eyes glued to Susan's full body.
Susan saw the look on the woman's face-blatant sexual desire blazed from her eyes. Oh dear, one of those, she thought I don't think it's make-up she wants, let's explore the situation and see what her technique is like. Look at those breasts.
The woman led Susan into a large beautifully furnished lounge. There was good, new contemporary furniture, large throw rugs, books lining the walls. Susan saw the title of a thick paperback; it read-Sex and the Modern Woman.
The woman sat on a low divan and said, "Bring the make-up here." She patted the divan near her hip, crossing her lovely legs. Susan caught a glimpse of white frothy lace underclothes and gleaming white thighs. Susan's breasts began to ache and tingle, the nipples swelling and stiffening.
Susan placed the case on the divan. She flipped the locks and threw the lid back. The neat rows of sprays and hair lacquer lay exposed, lipsticks and powder, bottles of skin perfume, tubs of foundation cream. Susan smiled at the woman. "See, anything you need." she said. The woman leaned across the case, her hair just touching Susan's ear.
Susan caught her breath; the woman's warm body scent hit her nostrils. A pulse began to beat in her throat.
The woman smiled as she took a perfume spray from the case. "What's your name, sweet?"
Susan gave the desired information.
The woman puffed a mist of spray onto her white throat saying, "I'm Alice, don't be so formal, I won't bite you. Ooh, this is lovely. Smell-come on." Alice leaned nearer, her sharp breast brushed Susan's arm. She stretched her head back. Susan took a deep breath and moved nearer to the warm body, placing her nostrils under the white throat and sniffing. As she did, the woman's hand fell on Susan's knee, gripping tightly, pulling the skirt up slightly, laying bare the tapering thigh in its smooth nylon. The soft voice said, "Isn't it lovely dear? Tell you what, I'll take one of everything you have. How's that?" Alice's voice caught, her hand tightening on Susan's knee and squeezing hard.
Susan was sure now-she felt excitement starting in her; her breath began to come faster. The woman saw her breast begin to heave and the hand pushed the skirt further up the thigh. She moved nearer, her breast thrusting into Susan's left nipple. Susan said, her voice thick and shaky. "I'll make the order out for you."
Susan took her pen, feeling the warm hand gripping her knee. It moved slightly, working on the smooth material. Susan began to write the order out on a blank form, though her hand was shaking. She tried to control the tremor, forcing herself to concentrate.
The breast pushed at her body, insistent, urgent, but she ignored it saying in a trembling, sighing voice, "What shade of lipstick do you want" Back came the answer, "The name's Alice darling. Ooh, let's see, a nice passionate color-that one." The breast really dug now, losing all pretense. Susan was fully excited now, longing for sex. She felt herself becoming moist. The woman's tongue flicked over full lips, her eyes staring into Susan's.
Susan dropped the pen to the floor, she bent to pick it up ... so did Alice. Their hands met, trembling ... and they both knew. The hands gripped, held, fingers twining, locking. They straightened, hands locked. Susan sighed and their arms slid round each other's body.
They rolled flat on the divan, the woman's fingers ripping and pulling at Susan's blouse, the buttons popping, flying. Alice was on top, her mouth open, sobbing on Susan's, the sharp tongue stabbing, seeking Susan's tongue. They met wetly entwined, played. The woman's teeth bit gently at Susan's tongue, sending a thrill along Susan's body, to her vagina, stimulating the already excited nerves.
Susan sucked at the tongue in her mouth. Her hands sought the panting Alice's thighs, sliding along the soft, smooth skin, along and back, passing over the flanks, down to the insides, up to the tight silk pants, pressing the hot crotch, then back towards her knees. Alice pulled the blouse from Susan's body, throwing it to the floor. Then her hot hands pushed up the bra. The breasts stood, proud and firm, the rose-tinged nipples erect and swollen with desire.
Alice's hand cupped one breast, her hand closed, squeezing upwards, pushing the breast flat.
Susan moaned into Alice's open mouth, pushing the skirt up over the wide hips. Alice's legs gleamed, dark nylons ... then smooth white thighs, then tight white panties. Alice rolled over on top of Susan, all restraint gone now, all pretense vanished in the hot upsurge of lust.
Alice bit the nipples that rose to her mouth, her tongue playing over the stiff erections, her eyes shining with anticipation as she felt Susan's hands pull at the waistband of her pants. They slid from her buttocks with a whisper of fine silk, dropping halfway on her parted thighs. Susan's hand cupped Alice's crotch, feeling the soft growth of hair. Her finger sought, slowly and deliberately through the hair, found and entered the moist little opening, feeling its excited heat. The finger stiffened, slipped up, deep into Alice's eager body.
At that moment Susan was suddenly overcome by a surge of revulsion at what she was participating in. Surely this act would brand her as a Lesbian, one of those women whose sex drive was a little twisted. Would she forever doubt herself, or would this be just a thing of the moment? As Alice's hot mouth probed at her painful nipples she stiffened momentarily, then relaxed dunking to herself, so what, I should worry. It only needs some megalomaniac in the Kremlin to make a real blunder to destroy all of us ... then what will a little sexual deviation matter. It's now that counts-this moment, this feeling that for a few minutes I will really belong to someone, to give and receive real pleasure. enveloped her. Alice's white teeth bit at her breasts, nipping sharply at the creamy skin. Susan shuddered, arching her body upwards.
Alice's voice hissed in her ear. "You do want it don't you? I could tell the moment I saw you, the same as the others. Most of them put up more resistance than you ... that's it, go on, harder ... hurt me if you want to."
Susan pulled at Alice's woolly sweater, she felt the ends of the firm breasts jiggle as she rolled the garment up. Alice panted, her hands clawing at Susan's pencil skirt. The zipper stuck and Alice frantically ripped at it, tearing the material. It came free, then Alice tugged the skirt downwards. Susan raised her backside letting the skirt slide along her slightly parted thighs. She kicked her shoes off ... the skirt came next, leaving her in her raised bra and tight briefs; her full white thighs flashed with the gleam of snow in the dim room.
Alice became frantic. She rolled from Susan, her hands gripped the half removed sweater that clung to the points of her glorious breasts, and she ripped it from her body. Her hands then flew to the skirt, dragging it down over her wide hips as if her life was forfeit. Susan waited, watching as Alice's panties came into view, the deep mound swelling through the filmy material, the dark shadow of hair clearly visible.
Alice moved to the divan, her eyes moving slowly over Susan's body, her breath becoming ragged as she stared at Susan's creamy thighs. Susan's hips jerked in small involuntary movements-the automatic mating movements. Alice said, her voice thick and trembling.
"Stroke the insides of my thighs." Susan's small hand moved between the gleaming columns, caressing the silky skin, up to the eager crotch, then down to the inside of the knee.
Alice's breath was a rapid intake and exaltation now. She stood, her eyes half closed, her legs trembling as Susan's hand moved nearer to her vagina. Alice stooped, lifting the waistband of Susan's briefs. Her hand slid down over the flat, firm stomach slowly, caressing the smooth flesh in circles. It passed over the small soft growth of hair, moved down cupping the rising mound...
Susan tensed. She lifted herself upwards, her thighs opening, pushing herself onto the seeking index finger as it entered her vagina. She felt it move in, touch her clitoris. She gasped loudly ... The finger flicked in a quickening rhythm at the swollen center point of her sensations, the nail of the finger rippling on the very tip of the tiny point of sensitive flesh. Susan sobbed in delight moaning at intervals as she felt the promise of an orgasm. She pulled at Alice's pants, sliding, tugging them down. Her hand cupped Alice's vagina, the first two fingers poking gently, then entered. Alice spread her thighs as she moved, crouching with her legs astride Susan's slightly raised, parted thighs. As the two women lost themselves in sex play, Alice's voice spoke in a languorous sleepy tone. "Put your fingers right up ... do it faster ... is that nice darling ... are you glad you called on me ... open your legs a little ... that's it ... there, is that nice!"
Alice began to move herself slowly up and down on Susan's jabbing finger. She stiffened her body, tightening her vagina on the sliding finger. Her finger moved in a frantic quickening rhythm in Susan's body, her mouth seeking the moaning girl's lips. Her free hand crushed Susan's sensitive breast, pinching the nipple. They were lost now, their bodies writhing for closer contact. Susan's free hand came up cupping Alice's thrusting behind. As it rose and fell, the movement became desperate and brutal as the woman pushed herself closer to Susan, feeling the first tantalizing tingle of her approaching orgasm ... She was greedy for it now, her breath gasped as she sobbed with each plunge of her body..."Darling ... NOW ... Darling ... Darling."
Susan felt it start, the sensation she had longed for for months, a sweet, slow throbbing tickling feeling centered in her vibrating clitoris. It spread from the clitoris, engulfing the vulva, the insides of her thighs, it grew stronger, sweeter and she sobbed loudly, straining her vagina onto the tickling index finger. Her legs shook in a helpless frenzy as the thrill mounted. She kissed furiously at Alice's wide open mouth, her tongue a darting writhing point of flame in Alice's mouth. Alice squealed in ecstasy, then moaned loudly, "You're coming aren't you, honey? So am I." Her thighs opened wide, the two bodies moving in an arching straining duo as the women strained in the throes of their quickly approaching orgasm. Susan felt exultation flood her. She wanted to give and give, as her climax rose towards its peak. She felt near love for the panting hot near stranger, whose seeking relentless finger was creating a center of almost unbearable ecstasy in between her parted, shaking thighs. Alice was moaning in a low continuous sound as the sweet thrill in her lower body reached a peak of hot, sharp ecstatic pleasure, swelling ... now stronger, sweeter . ... Susan writhed frantically as her climax grew to its peak and burst. She shuddered, gripping Alice's heaving posterior, pulling the gasping woman close. She plunged her rigid finger up as far as possible. Alice jerked, her thighs opened wide, trembling, then slowly she relaxed, a long shuddering sigh torn from her lips. Susan lay beneath Alice, spasmodic twitches moving her thigh muscles. Slowly, her rasping breath slowed, easing back to a normal rate
Alice's mouth moved on Susan's white shoulder, her voice a husky drone of satisfaction: "You bitch ... you bitch, I thought I was going to die! This is what comes of having an impotent husband. Have you heard the saying ... LES BE FRIENDS."
Susan laughed softly. "Les be friends," she repeated the phrase, she felt only a deep drowsy contentment, her body felt light and floating, the tense drive of sexual frustration had vanished with the flow of her orgasm. Susan spoke in a near whisper. "I can come again tomorrow if you want."
Alice paused, thinking. "Yes, come in the morning, I can get something that will be a help to us both. I will not tell you what it is, but you will like it. Get here about ten-thirty."
Susan said, "I had better get up. I can't lay here poking my bare bottom in the air. It's inviting rape."
The two women rose, Alice picked the remnants of Susan's blouse from the floor: I'll give you one of mine, darling, I was passionate wasn't I."
They stood looking at one another, staring at each other's half-naked bodies. Susan's breasts were had closed in passion. Alice's flanks and backside bore crimson welts where Susan's flailing nails had raked during her climax.
Alice asked, "Would you like a warm shower? Leave your blasted selling for now. Come on, the shower's upstairs."
Susan made up her mind. "Damn the job, I'll pack it in." She grinned at Alice. "Come on, then, where's that nice shower. You come in with me, I'll soap your back for you ... or your front."
Alice led Susan upstairs into a gleaming bathroom. Susan stripped her briefs and unhooked her bra. When she turned to look at Alice, she saw the blonde was naked, her proportions were beautiful. Wonderful dimpled shoulders, the skin a glowing peach color, the high firm breasts standing firm and proud, not a sign of spare flesh to be seen, the torso sloped down to a tiny waist, then the swell of Rabelasian hips, merging with the soft down curve of the stomach ... Alice was a true blonde ... Her thighs were of an exquisite fullness-a generous expanse of white, sweet flesh that begged for the caress of an exploring palm. Her buttocks were dimpled deeply. Her thighs tapered down to sweet dimpled knees and full back-curving calves. The ankles were small and fine as she balanced, reaching for the large cakes of fragrant bath soap.
Alice smiled at Susan, her teeth flashing in her lovely face. "Come on, into the shower. I'll soap you down."
They stepped into the shower standing close to each other, face to face. Alice reached to the spigot
She smiled at Susan: I'm so glad I met you." Alice turned the spigot, water shot in a needle spray from the rose over their heads, splashing onto their skins, gleaming wetly, on their near touching breasts, running in rivulets between their breasts, beading on their shoulders. They soaped each other, the creamy rich lather rising frothing on their bodies. Alice's hands moved in sensuous circles, she soaped Susan's breasts gently her hands cupping the hard circumferences, moving the nipples, which began to stiffen under her hands. Susan's palms soaped and squeezed on Alice's breasts. They rose, swelling. Susan worked the lather down between Alice's large thighs, washing her intimately, her fingers lingering tormentingly. The wet-gleaming woman started to pant. Susan's finger sought, tantalized. Her left hand held Alice's wet backside. The finger stiffened, probed, entered ... moved in a renewal of desire and passion. Alice took a long round piece of soap from the shelf. She moistened it and it became wet, slippery.
Susan said in a whisper, "I want it again." Alice's hand laid the moist soap near at hand. Her index finger slid into Susan's vagina moving in a fast rhythm. Susan panted, becoming fully aroused in seconds. She lay back against the shower wall, her legs sliding open on the wet floor. The shower hissed ... Susan parted her thighs widely, an expression of complete abandonment and lust on her face. Her voice came in an urgent hiss, "NOW ... NOW ... NOW."
Alice took the soap, tapering its slippery length to a point. As Susan's finger moved in her she gently inserted the soap into Susan's expectant vagina. Susan's eyes closed tightly. Ecstasy leapt into her face as Alice's hand began to move gently in a reciprocating rhythm, sliding the wedge of smooth soap in and out of Susan's vagina. It moved easily in the small opening, and Susan's eyes closed even more tightly, her dark lashes sweeping her flushed cheeks. Susan probed relentlessly at Alice's body. She had no restraint now, her fingers thrusting brutally at Alice's vagina, concentrating on the aroused clitoris ... Alice moved closer, one thigh between Susan's parted, shaking legs. The shower filled rapidly with steam, sweat began to bead on the jerking gasping bodies, hot water sprayed, bouncing from the soaked heads.
They were oblivious to it, their lusting hands moving in a frenzy. Susan's hips began to thrust, her thighs opened in complete abandonment, her backside rippled as she worked her body in time with Alice's up-thrusting hand. She gripped the soap wedge with her vagina, thrusting her pubic mound hard onto the palm of the moving hand.
Alice's voice was thick as she queried, "Is that what you like, honey? Are you near your climax yet, I'm almost there." Susan sobbed her cry, muffled by the steam. She gasped, "Oh yes ... now ... do it harder." Susan began to shake; she lifted her left thigh, resting it on Alice's swelling hip, the soap slid in a rapidly increasing blur. Alice moved closer, her vagina contracting in a series of spasmodic jerks as the swelling orgasm throbbed in her body in a rising crescendo. The women strained to each other ... Susan stiffened, a convulsive shudder passing through her thighs as she experienced a flaming, leg-trembling climax. The steam swirled about the two naked woman as they clung, kissing. The raging passion subsided, leaving them drained, slack faced in the receding dying ecstasy.
Alice giggled as she dried Susan with a fluffy towel. "My old man should see what I get up to, maybe it would put some lead in his pencil. Honestly, Sue, the bastard's useless. I could dangle it before him all night long, he'd just act as though I had a cork jammed in me. He got shot up in Korea, a shell hit his tank, an armor-piercing thing. One of the splinters hit his willy-he's almost impotent now. Talk about a shrinking violet, it's more like a blasted valve-rubber than a penis."
Susan acted a little coy now, her sexual desires cooled temporarily. She ignored the gentle hands as they dried her breasts, her thighs were close together, hiding the swollen little cleft. The marks on her body were turning purple.
Alice gave Susan a fresh blouse, a frothy creation in transparent lace. As Susan slid into the blouse Alice said, "I have some interesting friends you must meet. I will make sure you meet them in the morning when you come. They will adore you."
Susan pulled the passion-ripped skirt together smoothing the material over her hips. The two women returned to the downstairs room. Susan turned to Alice saying, "I will bring your order in the morning, what time shall I call?"
Alice smiled as she replied, "As soon as you like, darling. Come about three-thirty, give the old man time to get to work. The more I see of you the betterl I will have one of my friends here tomorrow, so you can meet her, I'll introduce you to the others later in the day. What are you going to do about your job?"
Susan grimaced as she answered, "Damn the job, I will think about it in a day or so. I have some cash in the bank. I will see you in the morning."
Alice saw Susan to the door. Before she opened it, she pulled the girl to her once more, an expression of lust on her face. She fondled Susan's thighs and behind, cupping her vagina. Susan jerked her body away saying, "Save it for the morning, I'm exhausted, darling."
Alice smiled. "I should think so-three orgasms or was it two, I can't remember. My pussy still tickles." Susan opened the door saying goodbye to Alice, who watched her sway along the path, climb into the Jaguar and drive away.
Susan drove back to her firm. The time had flown and she felt tired; her mood was low. Susan marched into the Personnel office and demanded her cards and in half an hour had received her severance pay, much to the disgust of the Personnel Officer. Susan handed in her sample case and left the firm, driving fast to her flat on the edge of town. As she walked into the block where she lived, the porter greeted her in the hall. His eyes flashed over her lush body. "Hello miss, nice day again." As she returned his greeting he imagined what it would feel like to place his penis between the full thighs that were clearly outlined through her skirt. He felt the start of an erection.
Susan saw the bulge in his pants and thought: Randy bastard, why not give him an hour's fun and games ... He's not bad looking at that. She imagined in turn what it would feel like to have him between her thighs, naked, and felt immediately hot and excited. She spoke softly, "Feel like a drink Tom, come on up to the flat and have a whisky."
Tom grinned with pleasure. "Thank you, miss, you are kind."
Tom opened the elevator gates, following Susan into the small cubicle. As the lift ascended, she stood behind him, moving close, gently pressing her thighs against his backside. She forgot Alice, her tiredness, she felt him and the pressure of his body. She wanted to open her thighs and rub her pubic bone against his behind. Tom felt the soft body nudging him and thought, Tom, old son, if you play your cards right the next hour will be a lot of fun. Behind him Tom felt Susan begin to breathe just a little faster. They left the elevator and walked to Susan's door. Susan stopped, searching for her key, her firm breasts pushed hard against the borrowed blouse and Tom turned from her so that she could not see his thrusting erection.
The flat was cool and dim as they entered. Along the hall behind them, on the same side a door opened, a woman's face peered at them as they went in and closed the door. A young and pretty girl's face watched the door close. She stared at the door for a moment, and thought: "I wonder what's going on there?"
Inside the flat Susan told Tom to take a seat on the long, low divan that occupied a corner of the lounge. Outside the building ran a long balcony that ran along and connected the flats, a door opening from each flat onto the wide balcony. Susan took a bottle of whisky from a cabinet fixed to one wall, got glasses from a shelf, then crossed to Tom on the divan.
She smiled at him as she sat down. "Take your uniform jacket off, Tom,"
He did, and she saw the heavy muscles in his shoulders. The small sharp pointed tongue wet the edges of her moist lips.
Susan poured Tom a large whisky, handing it to him and moving closer. She filled her own glass to the top saying, "Sorry I have no soda, hope you don't mind."
Tom smiled. "No, I like mine neat thanks, only trouble is it makes you randy."
Tom emptied his glass in one quick toss. Susan followed suit, feeling the alcohol burn into her stomach then coughing. She winked at Tom, her skirt riding above her knees. She said, "Well, if it makes you that way have some more. How is the wife these days?"
Tom held his glass as Susan poured neat whisky for both of them. Tom said, "I keep out of her way most of the time, she's a bit moody you know. She's a cold woman." Susan's skirt moved a bit higher up her thighs as she slid closer to Tom, they were parted slightly. Tom could not take his eyes from them. He felt Susan's breast touch his sleeve. Susan said, "Well Tom if she's cold you want to find yourself a nice young woman." The hint was there, and as they swallowed their second glass of whisky Tom moved closer, his knee moving between Susan's. She opened her legs slightly then closed them gripping his hard knee between hers.
Susan looked down, seeing his full erection, her vagina started to throb. She squeezed her thighs close together, tightening her panties against her hot little cleft. She thought, I have already had a woman today, now let's have a man. She took Tom's empty glass from his hand, putting it on the floor with her own glass.
She asked him, "Tom I hope you don't think I am intrusive but do you have sex with your wife? Maybe that's the reason for her moodiness."
Tom answered, "No, not anymore. She went off the intimate side of life a long way back, I get pretty miserable believe me."
Susan pouted prettily, "Poor old Tom, you ought to do something about it." Susan thought, Why doesn't he do what he is thinking about? Her hands began to tremble, picturing Tom's big hands holding her stiffening breasts. Again she squeezed her thighs tight, stimulating her vagina. She said, "I get pretty hard up too, I don't know many men, so what's a girl to do."
Tom looked at her transparent blouse, he could see the outlines of her bra, the clear shape of her swelling breasts. Then he thought, I might as well try my luck. She wants it all right Tom took Susan's hand saying: "Well, we can help each other out, can't we?" He pulled the small hand to his body, placing it on his pants, above his rigid penis. Susan felt the hard length, and closed her hand tightly, gripping it. She moved against him and whispered, "Oh, Tom, you have got a sauce."
Tom put one arm around Susan's body pulling her down onto the divan, he kissed her, feeling her hot sharp tongue dart into his mouth, meeting his. She moaned, clutching at him. Tom's free hand undid the buttons on Susan's blouse, he pulled the blouse from her skirt dropping it on the floor. They were both panting with excitement. His hot hand slid over her bare smooth flesh, under the tight bra, squeezing and fondling her breasts. He lifted her bra slipping the heavy breasts free then kissed them, sucking at the hardening nipples, her eyes closed and her hand began to undo Tom's fly buttons frantically. Susan's fingers slid into his pants gripping the warm silky length, her hand moving in short rubbing movements inside Tom's pants as she caressed his penis in delight. She loved it, loved the hardness of it, the length of it. She felt how it filled her hand as Tom's mouth bit and kissed her large thrusting breasts.
Tom pulled her skirt up, and she opened her thighs. The white flesh gleamed above her stocking. His big hand caressed in between her thighs deliberately, feeling the silky skin, the hand moving higher, to her pants. She moaned softly, pushing her vagina towards his hand which cupped her crotch. One finger slid under her pants, rubbing on the sharp little bone. She then started to jerk; Tom felt all over her vagina slowly. Then the finger entered, playing with her clitoris lovingly, rolling the knob of sensitive nerve endings-tickling and rubbing.
Tom could feel her teeth digging into his lips as she kissed him, her mouth open as she moaned. Her nails dug into his penis as she became frantic with passion.
The two writhing figures did not hear the balcony door open gently. The girl from along the hall stood in the balcony annex peering into the room. Her name was Lucy, and she stood staring at the thrashing sexually aroused figures as they felt and tore at each other's body. Lucy could see the man's fingers sliding in and out of the woman's vagina ... She could see
Susan's hand rubbing and stroking inside Tom's pants which were half way down his big thighs. Lucy heard Susan moan, saying Tom's name over and over again. Lucy hardly believed her eyes, she felt excited and jealous at the same time. She pressed her vagina against the handle of a small dusting brush in her hand as she watched Susan open her legs wide and roll on top of Tom. Susan's behind was gripped by Tom's hand. The hand pulled at Susan's panties, sliding them down the parted thighs. Tom's hand came underneath Susan's crotch feeling and stroking.
Lucy could hear them panting together on the divan, hear the slight sound of Tom's finger in Susan's vagina. Lucy began to rub the handle of the brush between her parted thighs, working the hard end against her vagina as she watched Susan rub and pull at Tom's penis which was visible between Susan's thighs. Lucy saw Susan put the penis to her vagina, she saw Susan's white backside move up and down, she heard Susan moan loudly and saw the penis slide into Susan's vagina. Tom's hands held Susan's behind as they began to work up and down together, kissing in a frenzy, their mouths open. Tom's penis dug and slid into the warm clinging, sliding sheath on top of him. He watched Susan's face become contorted with ecstasy as she thrashed on top of him, he could feel her pubic bone digging into him as she pressed her soft stomach downwards with each movement. His hands dug and pulled as the soft flesh of her moving, jerking behind.
Susan felt her orgasm start. She tightened her vagina, thrusting herself onto Tom's penis with all her force. The thrill started in her vagina, and she began to shake ... Lucy watched the figures move faster and faster on the divan, the springs in the divan creaked and crashed as the two moved in a frenzy of sex, gripping each others' bodies, kissing wildly ... Lucy slid the handle of the brush into her excited trembling vagina, opening her legs. She pulled the handle in and out, pushing her body backwards and forwards, her finger rubbing her clitoris. Susan moaned, her vagina twitching as the thrill gathered, getting sweeter, spreading everywhere.
Tom started to come. He thrust at Susan, and she bit his shoulders. His hands crushed the heaving white backside plunging above him. Susan jerked, the orgasm grew, she cried, and it burst within her. She felt Tom jerk, felt him ejaculate inside her. She sobbed, grinding her body into his in the fiercest, sharpest climax she had known yet, her breasts digging him as she moved and pushed her body closer.
Lucy rammed the handle in and out, starting to come. Her long thighs shook and trembled as she forced an induced climax into her vagina. Her eyes were glued to the entwined rubbing straining bodies on the divan. Susan's thighs moved, sliding over Tom's back as he lay above her. She gripped him tightly, a tremor running through her thighs as the climax reached a long throbbing peak. Susan forced her vagina open, ramming it in short fierce jerks onto the stiff organ as is it thrust into her passage. Susan moved her hips in rotating circles, feeling the tip of Tom's penis passing over her enlarged clitoris. Each time it did so, a sharp ecstatic thrill ran through her vagina.
She wanted more and more; she never thought her eyes half closed, slitted, the pupils glazed and half contracted.
On the balcony, Lucy watched Tom's now fully enlarged penis slip and rotate inside the moaning woman's wide open vagina. She heard Susan moan, "Tom ... Tom..." Susan's voice grew louder with each cry..."Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop."
Tom lay above the struggling girl. He had reversed his position and he lay over her feeling his penis slide deep into her. Each time he slid in she moved her pelvis up to meet him. Her hands pulled at his backside, forcing him into her slippery little opening.
Lucy pulled the slim handle from her body and tiptoed from the balcony annex, hearing the moans getting louder behind her, she slipped back into her flat, picked up a small length of rubber tubing from the bathroom, from a cupboard she took a small bottle of castor oil and ran into her bedroom. Through the wall she could hear the moans of the couple next door, she could hear the divan creaking as they prolonged their intercourse.
Lucy moistened the length of rubber with the castor oil until it was shiny and glistening, she slipped off her skirt, then her pants, breathing fast. She lay on the small bed opening her thighs wide, her hand moved between her white thighs placing the tubing at the open entrance to her vagina, she pushed at the tubing, moaning quietly as it slid into her vagina. She worked it gently to and fro, the tubing slipping in and out. She could hear the movements next door becoming faster, more violent. Susan's moans became more frequent as her second orgasm tingled at her clitoris. Lucy could hear the sobbing moans of the frantic couple as they worked faster and faster. Lucy could hear Tom's bare belly slapping loudly on Susan's soft stomach as he moved closer, pressing harder at her pubis. The tubing moved in a quickening blur. Lucy began to jerk spasmodically as the tip of the tubing rubbed over her clitoris.
The movements next door came to a frenzy of violent crashing squeaking movement. Lucy heard the moaning grow louder as Susan shouted, "TOM ... TOM ... HARDER ... PLEASE ... PUSH IT RIGHT UP..."
She began to work her behind up and down, the small bed shook and trembled matching the violent, crashing sexual orchestration in the next flat. Lucy's orgasm started, grew stronger as the thrill filled her vagina, spreading, throbbing over the enlarged lips, up and down the soft white insides of the girl's thighs. The tubing moved faster and faster, flipping the clitoris, touching the lips. The girl jerked, her eyes screwed tight as the thrill burst, her breathing panted in a loud gasping as she pulled her thighs back over her. Thrusting at her vagina rapidly, she heard a loud crashing from the next room...
Susan's voice cried loudly, then all was quiet again.
Susan lay still, her body trembling slightly as the thrill in her vagina ebbed and flowed. Tom's warm body dripped with perspiration, and he was breathing tiredly. He thought, What a bloody rattle that was! My tool feels as though its been rubbed with a cheese grater. She's the best I ever had. He withdrew then lay quietly with Susan's thighs about his back.
Lucy lay exhausted, she had achieved an orgasm, but now she longed for intercourse with the porter. The first chance she got she would have him. She was quite pretty as she lay on the rumpled bed. She had black curly hair piled on top of her head, her eyes were a deep clear gray with spiky black lashes. Her skin was faintly sunburned, her breasts were small and sharp, thrusting, uplifted. Her thighs were still apart as she relaxed on the bed, the creamy whiteness contrasting with the dark nylons. She wore a thin, blue garter on her left thigh. The tubing she had used lay on the floor, slightly the worse for wear. She lay thinking about the porter and Susan. She would certainly have to try and seduce him, not that she would have to try very hard. She had never seen anything like it; he certainly could perform beautifully ... With a tool like he had she would have the time of her life ... she wondered to herself if he liked it French. Half-an-hour later she heard the divan creak as the pair next door rose. She could hear them dressing and hear the murmur of conversation, then she heard the front door close and the elevator go down with Tom in it, nursing his trusty but well tried penis.
Lucy thought, How soon can I try him? I don't think I'd mind a quick session with her either. Still, I'll try Tom first. It's not much good with a girl, unless you use a dildo and I doubt if she's the Lesbian type. I will have a go at old Tom tonight, he will not be much trouble, and my tight little cunt will drive him daft ... She shuddered at the thought, and rubbed her hot little vagina with a water tumbler that stood on the bedside table, feeling the glass grate on her pubic bone.
Susan had a hot bath, letting the warm water sooth her tired body. She lay quietly, while the steaming scented water lapping at her sore nipples. She let her mind wander over the day's happenings. She had enjoyed the sex that had left her satisfied and contented with everything. First with Alice, then with the porter Tom. She wondered, who next She had thrown her job in, true, but jobs were two-a-penny and she had money in her bank account. Not a lot but enough to see her through for a month or so. She would have a month's rest, enjoy herself thoroughly, then find a new job.
Having come to this conclusion, Susan sighed happily, then began to massage creamy soap into her proud breasts ... Then a sudden doubt leapt into her mind--what if she had a baby. Tom had not used a contraceptive-oh, never mind it she told herself. There was always good old gin and a red-hot bath.
Alice had been bored all of the time since Susan left. She had cooked a quick lunch and had a nap. She awoke at three-thirty feeling lousy, so took a bath, a long, slow soak in warm fragrant water, then smoothed skin perfume into her velvety skin. As she did so her mind went to Susan. Why not go across and see her? Alice had her address on the business card left that morning. Alice dried her body patting gently at her raw nipples which still felt sore from the morning's sex play, not that she could not do with it again. Susan was a real hot little number as far as sex was concerned. Alice dressed in black lace panties, and bra of the same color. She pulled fresh nylons on sliding them carefully along her white firm thighs, and clipping them to her suspender belt. Alice applied Arpege perfume to her wrists and behind her ears. She slipped into a clinging sheath dress that held her hips, cupped her breasts, holding the firm mounds proudly. Alice picked up her handbag and left the house, she would not use her small car. If she caught the bus she would be there in twenty minutes and the fresh air would do her good. She hummed happily as she walked to the bus stop.
As Alice left her house, Susan was heading towards a local restaurant for a quick meal. She drove the Jaguar mercilessly, her foot hard down on the gas pedal, the speedometer needle flickered on fifty as she entered the built up area on the edge of town. Susan eased off, letting the heavy engine slow the car. The needle crept down to thirty, she slowed a little more, putting on the right hand indicator, intending to turn right. As she did so a cyclist wobbled from the right hand turning directly into her path. Susan slammed on the brakes, the heavy car slid relentlessly on, hit the cyclist side on, sending him flying in a clatter of smashed metal. Susan lost control completely, the car skidded crabwise across the road splintering its way through a white picket fence, ending up in a back garden. As the car came to rest Susan fainted, falling limp in the driving seat.
When she returned to consciousness she was lying on a sofa, a handsome constable was looking down at her, two women stood behind the policeman. As Susan opened her eyes the man spoke. "You okay, Miss? We have sent for the ambulance, the guy you hit ran for it, he left his bike behind." Susan sat up. "I don't need an ambulance, the shock made me flake out, what about my car?"
The constable looked apologetic saying, "The car's a one hundred per cent write off ... I'm sorry." One of the women asked, "Would you like a cupa dear, you do look pale." Susan smiled, "No thank you, I'd just like to go home now." She turned to the constable: "Don't you need a statement from me, what about the car?" The policeman smiled, showing white teeth. "Look, miss I will run you home, you can come to the station later and make your statement, we can try and trace the guy who caused the accident. We have witnesses who can stand for you. Don't worry, you are in the clear, if you are up to it I'll see you home."
At this time Alice was just arriving at Susan's flat, she tripped along the passage looking at the numbers, she rang Susan's doorbell and waited, she was starting to feel like sex again ... no answer, Alice rang once more ... still no answer. Alice cursed ... damn and blast, all this way for sweet F.A. Alice was about to leave when Lucy's door opened along the passage, Lucy smiled at Alice asking: "Did you want Susan?" Alice fumed, she was a good mind to reply-No, I'm a Les, looking for a lash-but she smiled and said. "Yes, I'm her friend Alice."
Lucy spoke, " She went out an hour ago, I heard her leave, would you like to come into my place and wait?" Alice looked at the sharp little breasts and thought, "I wonder if it might be worth a try." Alice smiled. "Thank you, you are kind, I hope I'm not an awful nuisance." Lucy smiled. "Not at all, do come
Alice looked around her at the small neat flat. She turned to Lucy as the girl closed the door: "Do you know Susan very well dear, I mean is she a friend of yours?" Lucy shook her head: "No, we are only acquainted, she is pretty much to herself, Lucy crossed to a small table holding bottles, "Do sit down, the divan's the most comfortable place, would you like a drink? There's gin ... whisky ... sherry ... take your choice." Alice asked for a gin and received a smile from Lucy, who asked, "Lime or orange?" Alice relaxed on the divan, crossing her legs. Her skirt as usual rode up, her thighs shone a gleaming, creamy white. Lucy stared at the exposed white flesh as she added a slice of lemon peel to the gin.
Alice noted the girl's eyes on her legs and pulled the skirt a little higher. "I'll have orange please, what's your name?"
Lucy splashed orange juice into the gin, "Lucy Jean Chalmers, what's yours?"
Alice told Lucy her name, smiling sweetly at the girl, who crossed the room handing her the gin and orange. Lucy was wearing a thin cotton dress that buttoned down the front, the light was behind Lucy and Alice could see the clear shape of the girl's thighs and the outline of her briefs.
Alice took the drink. "Thank you, Lucy. Tell me, do you have a boyfriend?"
Lucy shook her head, saying, "No, I had one a year ago but we rowed, I have not really bothered about boys for some time."
Alice stared at the soft parted thighs a few inches in front of her face, feeling desire start in her. She said, "Oh, well, you aren't missing much, you can have just as much fun with girls as with boys."
Lucy swallowed half of her gin at one go. "Girls are all right but you can't very well have sex with one."
Alice sipped her gin and smiled. "Lucy how silly of you. Of course you can have sex with a girl. Don't you know about that? It's just as nice and you can't get a baby."
Lucy blushed. "How can you have sex with a girl? Lesbians do that, I don't see how they do it." Lucy looked at Alice's legs and breasts, then she said, "I saw your friend Susan have intercourse with the porter Tom today. I peeped through the balcony and saw them on the divan together, you ought to have seen it."
Alice went bright red. "When was this? That must have been after she left me the bitch, right after we had sex..." Alice stopped realizing the cat was out of the bag.
Lucy sat next to Alice saying, "After you had what with Susan?" Lucy's face was flushed. Alice said, "Oh, so what . ... I had sex with Susan and what's more she loved it."
Lucy looked excited. "How do you do it? I didn't think Susan was like that. Is it nice?"
Alice said, "It can be, darling. I have got something in my bag that makes it lovely." Lucy moved closer to Alice, she looked at the woman's breasts held by the sheath dress, seeing the swelling curve of the creamy skin. She asked, "What have you got in your bag then?" Lucy's voice was thick and shaky. "Show it to me, please, Alice."
Alice put her drink on the table near the divan, and rose, crossing to where she had placed her bag. Alice opened it, taking out a shiny black dildo. It was beautifully made, the size of an average male penis, but more supple. Alice began to breathe a little more heavily as she went back to the divan. She handed the dildo to Lucy, who took the rubber penis, looking at the smooth length with fascination.
Lucy handled it, stroked it, and said, "It's like a real, big black prick. I'd love one like this up me." She became excited, she looked at Alice pleadingly, hinting again, "I'd love this in me, it must be lovely. Show me, Alice. I'll have sex with you if you want." Lucy's voice panted quickly, she was squeezing her vagina with the tops of her thighs.
Lucy was staring at Alice. Alice took the dildo from Lucy's hand, putting it aside. She lifted the excited girl from the divan, holding her hands, saying, "Go and lock the door and pull the curtains, darling." Alice was breathing quickly with sexual excitement She watched Lucy lock the door and draw the curtains. The girl came to Alice, her cheeks looked hot she was trembling slightly. Alice undid the buttons on the girl's dress slowly. Her hand touched the girl's breasts undoing the buttons all the way down. Alice touched Lucy's hard little pubic mound, running her fingers over the tight white briefs, the tips of the fingers touching Lucy's vagina. The dress fell to the floor, leaving Lucy standing in her briefs and bra, her thighs apart and trembling. Alice undid her dress, shaking with eagerness, her eyes glittering, her cheeks a deep red. The dress joined Lucy's on the floor, Alice stood in her black bra and tiny panties, her white thighs near Lucy's. Her body shone a clear, creamy white, her black suspender contrasting with the full whiteness of her thighs.
Alice began to lass Lucy. Lucy put her bare arms about Alice's neck pressing her vagina to Alice's body. Alice pushed up Lucy's bra, her fingers gripped the hard breasts, her other hand stroked the girls parted thighs gently then moved between her legs. Her finger sought and found Lucy's vagina creeping under the briefs, the stiff finger slid into Lucy's moist entrance. Lucy opened her thighs wide beginning to moan softly, her eyes were tightly closed. The seeking finger moved jerking in and out of Lucy's vagina, the fingertip playing on the red swollen clitoris. Lucy took one arm down Alice's neck, she pulled at the tiny black pants wildly, they slid down Alice's trembling thighs, to her white ankles. Alice's dark hair became visible, her white rounded backside jerked as Lucy's finger lovingly entered her opening. Alice sobbed. Her tongue darted in flashing movements in Lucy's open mouth. Alice felt Lucy tighten her vagina on her finger and work herself back and forth on the finger.
Their breathing quickened in each others' mouths. Alice pushed Lucy back onto the divan ... Lucy's legs opened wide and Alice placed her hard knee on Lucy's vagina rubbing it madly. Lucy thrust her body up and down feeling Alice's knee digging at her moist vagina. Lucy moaned, "Alice ... Alice, harder, do anything you want to me."
Alice moved off Lucy, then she pulled the excited girl's briefs down to her ankles. Alice lay on the divan between Lucy's open thighs. Alice was crazy with lust. She moved up then placed her mouth on the hot, red vagina; it pushed at her lips opening, throbbing. Alice kissed the hot open entrance; she sucked at it ... Lucy thrashed, moaning wildly, Alice bit and sucked at Lucy's vagina, her tongue sliding up, touching the tip of the clitoris, licking at the swollen tip, rolling it, flicking it. Lucy was shuddering. Her breath panted as she felt the hot tongue working her off. Her body began to writhe in long surging jerks and she begged, "Do it to me with that thing Alice ... please ... Oh please."
Alice rose, she picked up the dildo and strapped the fake penis to her body. Lucy lay waiting, working her vagina and body up and down in excitement, the swollen red center open and ready. Alice moved on top of Lucy, Lucy's thighs opened wide. Alice inserted the dildo, its smooth length sliding into the hot vagina, and Lucy rose, sobbing, to meet it, her hips beginning to work rhythmically. Alice held the moaning Lucy's behind in her slim hands. She felt the soft cheeks rising and falling in her hands as she worked the artificial penis into the soft, sucking vagina They moved together ... faster ... the divan began to creak and crash ... their breathing growing more excited and louder, their movements quickened as they kissed, their bare bellies slapping together loudly ... Alice's behind thrust and rose in a fast, thrusting, jiggling dance as she lunged the dildo into Lucy's vagina.
Next door in Susan's flat the bedroom door opened as Susan (who had just arrived home in the company of a Mr. Edwards), went into the bedroom to slip her fluffy mules on. She stopped, listening, her face intent Through the wall she could hear Lucy's divan creaking madly in a steady ... creak ... creak ... creak ... creak ... creak, she could hear clearly the slap of flesh on flesh, and she heard a familiar voice moan and sob..."Lucy open your thighs wider, I can't get it in far enough ... Oh, you little hot darling ... kiss me, Lucy."
Susan crimsoned, the voice was Alice's ... She was having sex with Lucy. Susan was frantic with jealousy. She placed her ear to the wall, her imagination worked-she could visualize what was happening from her own experience with the sex crazy Alice. She heard loud moans and a soft sucking ... slup ... slup ... slup ... slup ... Their loud frantic panting was clearly audible above the creaking and groaning of the divan. Susan heard Lucy moan through the wall, "Alice ... Alice ... kiss my breasts please ... that's it, bite them ... I'm nearly coming."
The movements on the divan became a crashing frenzy. Susan called her policeman friend into the bedroom, she called him by his first name. "Listen to this Ed, two girls having a bash." The policemen put his ear to the wall. Hearing the sounds through the wall, he said, "They are on the job." He listened and then his erection started. He was breathing heavily and so was Susan, she was wild with jealousy. Susan was past caring, she moved to Ed, her hand pulled at him. "Do me, please Ed. I want it." Ed dropped his pants, his penis stood erect as the moans next door grew louder. He lifted Susan's skirt, his hands tugged at her panties. They fell and his hand stroked her moist vagina. Then they fell to the bed.
Alice felt her climax coming, the first tingle, then it grew stronger. She moved faster as Lucy stiffened beneath her. She felt Lucy's vagina tightening on the dildo. Her thighs came back and up and Alice thrust deeper, working furiously at the twitching little vagina. Alice moaned as the thrill grew fierce spreading all over her vagina. Lucy felt her climax rippling to its peak, she shuddered, gripping the plunging, soft backside that moved between her thighs, feeling the hard dildo rub in sliding movements on her clitoris. Lucy's head tossed from side to side on the pillow. Alice kissed her. They strained, going rigid as their orgasms occurred simultaneously, with Lucy's thighs gripping Alice tightly around her waist, their full thighs shuddered with ecstasy.
Next door Susan and Ed writhed together on the bed in the middle of frantic intercourse, they could hear the sex-crazed pair in the next room and Ed's tongue stabbed to Susan's as his penis slid deep into her hot, rapidly excited vagina. Ed could not have cared less about the fact that he had just met Susan; it had happened many times on the beat before ... All he could think about was the feel of her warm thighs, open beneath him and the deep hot vagina that held his moving, throbbing penis as her climax began.
Susan strained and thrust, feeling the sweet tingle begin. She moaned sharply, her red painted nails ripping at the skin on Ed's moving, thrusting backside and thighs. Susan sobbed helplessly as her climax sweetly rose to a biting, maddening pitch of throbbing ecstasy, she pushed her tongue into Ed's mouth, sobbing loudly, feeling his smooth, slippery penis slipping in sweet, long strokes between her white, shuddering thighs.
Ed could feel Susan's flat, smooth stomach pressing into his. He felt the hard swelling mound of her vagina grind into his body, his dark hair mingling with her flaming auburn hair. As their sex organs clung together a loud sucking noise filled the room, mingling with the loud groans and movements in the next room. Ed and Susan neared their climax peak. Ed held back until he felt Susan begin to jerk in fast spasmodic lunges. His hands cupped her soft behind, and he drove and drove his thrilling rigid penis into her, feeling her heave and strain upwards with her eyes closed, sobbing. Her thighs gripped him tightly, she wanted it to go on forever. The swelling feeling grew sweeter and sweeter in her vagina, her white teeth bit in helpless ecstasy into Ed's neck as she felt herself come in a blinding vaginal thrill that made her shake like a leaf. She had never experienced a climax so fierce. She clung to Ed, feeling him ejaculate into her open vagina, she loved it and moaned more slowly, gradually slowing her jerking movements. Then she lay stiff, a long shuddering sigh burst from her lips and she was quiet.
Alice rolled from Lucy, she lay on her back gasping. "Do it to me." She reached to the strap of the false penis undoing it quickly. Lucy trembled as she strapped the dildo to the front of her curving body. Alice lay in position, she placed a pillow beneath her behind raising her vagina high, allowing Lucy full access to the hot, twitching cleft between her legs. Lucy moved between the beautiful thighs, her fingers played with Alice's vagina feeling the lips open loosely, then she slid the penis into Alice.
Alice shuddered violently, her arms and legs locked about the young, sexually excited girl. Alice could not wait, as soon as the dildo touched her vagina she began to move frantically, she felt the girl's warm smooth stomach press into her, she felt the hard bone above her vagina press against her pubis. She felt the insides of the girl's arms squeezing the edges of her breasts. Alice could feel Lucy's inner thighs moving on her, the girl's excited moans sounded in her ears. The hard penis rubbed on Alice's clitoris, rolling it, bending it
Lucy felt Alice's hard mound pressing into hers and she went haywire with delight. She moved in a frenzy, her backside flashed up and down on top of the gasping, crying woman's open thighs. The dildo slipped in and out in a blur, stimulating and exciting even further Alice's fully aroused, flaming, moist organ. Alice responded, completely overcome with lust clutching the soft perspiring behind with both hands, pulling it into her so that the penis drove all the way in. Their orgasms came quickly, the jerking starting in their bodies, sharp jerks that shook the divan. The sweet hot feeling mounted in their straining vaginas.
Alice gasped, "You hot little bitch," Her fingers lay under the girl's organ, tickling the clitoris ceaselessly until Lucy's climax swept into her vagina.
She cried, moaning with her emotion, their white thighs locked together tightly. Slowly they came to rest, Lucy's sharp breasts quivering as the tiny, stiff nipples touched Alice's large breasts. They lay quietly, breathing deeply, their bodies locked.
Susan lay with Ed, resting after their bout of quick spontaneous sex which had left them disheveled and tired. They could both hear the noise in the next flat and Ed remarked, "Hot friends you have, listen to them. Sounds like a bloody horizontal square dance, you will have to introduce me to them both. I may be a copper but I still like a bit of fun."
Susan scowled. "That woman is sex mad, I expect she came to see me in the first place. Now she's in there having sex with Lucy. And what about my blasted car."
Ed shrugged. "All we can do is try and trace the owners of the bike. Your insurance will cover you though. I don't see why you are worried. Will you introduce me to this Alice friend of yours?"
Susan nodded. "Okay, seeing as we are all sex happy we might as well join forces. I can have some fun with little Lucy's pussy."
Ed smiled musingly. "I'd like to meet a Lesbian, I'd soon change her sexual outlook for her, don't worry."
The creaks and soft moaning noises next door slowly came to a stop. After an interval they heard the two women rise from the divan going into another room. Ed withdrew from Susan. He rose, saying, "Look, I'm off duty in an hour. You go in and prepare the ground while I pop back to the station."
Susan got up, pulling her small crumpled panties up. "Okay, but don't be too long."
Ed dressed rapidly and he thought, the evening might be a lot of fun after alL two confirmed Lesbians and one who takes men or women.
When he had gone Susan ran a comb through her tousled locks, she freshened her face then walked along the passage to Lucy's flat She rang the doorbell. The door was opened by Lucy who looked flustered. Susan said, "Oh, hello, Lucy, can I come in?"
Lucy pulled the door back and Susan entered. Alice sat on the divan, looking exhausted. Her hair was untidy, there were red marks on her arms where Lucy's nails had scratched in their bout of sex.
Alice smiled at Susan. "Hello, Susan, how did you know I was here?"
Susan answered, "I didn't know, I just popped in to have a chat with Lucy. There's a nice policeman who wants a date. I thought Lucy might be interested." Susan queried craftily, "Have you been here long Alice?"
Alice shook her head. "Ten minutes. Lucy and I were just having a chat. I was waiting for you."
Lucy asked, "Who is this nice policeman?"
Susan replied, "He will be here in a while, he's tall and handsome. I had an accident with the Jaguar and he ran me home. I tell you what, Lucy, you pop down the road and get a couple of bottles of whisky and well have a party. How's that?"
Lucy was all for the idea. Susan gave the girl a fiver and she pulled on a jacket, looking lovingly at Alice as she left the flat.
Alice patted the divan, saying, "Come and sit here, darling, I came all this way to see you, and you were not here. Isn't Lucy a darling. Come on hurry; she won't be gone long we'll just have time."
Susan forgot her jealous feelings, sitting next to Alice, looking at the nail marks on her arms. Susan felt desire flood her. Her hand pulled at Alice's skirt, drawing it back. She saw the red marks on the full white thighs and probed nastily. "Who made those marks on your thighs?"
Alice said hastily, "You did this morning. You are very passionate darling, you ought to see what you have done to my pussy." Alice stood up. She pulled at the skirt hem. It came up and Alice pulled her black pants down. She thrust her parted thighs near to Susan's face.
Susan stared at the dark patch of fine curly hair. The sight was more than she could resist, her face bent towards Alice's body, her mouth clamped to Alice's vagina. Alice moaned and leaned forward. Susan's tongue flicked into the hot, little cleft, it probed at the lips pushing through the hair. Alice said, "Go on quickly, Lucy will be back soon." Her hands held Susan's head, pressing it to her vagina. She sobbed as the sharp pointed tongue brought heaven to her. Her thighs parted, wise open and straining. Susan's head lay right beneath her body, her mouth sucking and kissing at the delicate slit, her tongue darting in and out, rapid and fierce.
Alice sobbed loudly, "OH DARLING ... DARLING." Her body started its trembling jerk to and fro.
Susan moaned doubly loud, she thrust her tongue to its full length into Alice's vagina, leaving it there for a while. She felt the lips close tightly, and sucked with all her strength, feeling Alice twist in delight. Susan moved her tongue again, working the tip onto the hardened clitoris feeling it jiggle as the tip of her hot, wet tongue licked and played. Alice quivered in ecstasy as her climax throbbed and grew, Susan felt the woman shudder and increased her pace with her seeking expert touch.
Alice panted and gasped as she clutched at Susan's auburn curls, forcing the hot face under her heaving, jerking stomach. One sharp burst of heaven filled Alice's vagina. She went rigid, sobbing loudly, straining wildly. Then she relaxed, breathing deeply in relief. Susan withdrew her sore tongue from the hot clinging passage. Alice's body jerked in her reaction to the nerve tingling climax she had experienced.
Susan pulled her head back from the warm nest and sat back on the divan. She looked at Alice as if to say, There, how was that, my love?" Alice sank onto the divan and pulled her skirt back where it belonged. A few minutes later Lucy returned with two bottles of scotch. She bounced into the flat gaily, feeling happy and relaxed after her session with Alice. Alice seemed to have a beneficial effect on her, and as for the sex part of it, well Alice was just the greatest.
Lucy said, "Shall we have a drink now, sort of get the ball rolling?"
The girls agreed and Lucy poured three glasses of neat scotch. She handed one drink to each of the girls, then she took a long swallow from her glass. The fiery amber liquid seared into her throat She coughed, gagged, then spewed the whiskey in a fine golden spray into Alice's contented face, gasping for breath.
Alice leapt from the divan shouting, "You silly, dirty bitch, can't you hold a little spirit." The annoyed woman dabbed at her face with a dainty white handkerchief mopping the fine droplets of alcohol from her lovely face. Susan was quietly laughing as Lucy apologized. Lucy tried again, this time managing to down the whisky. The others followed suit. The empty glasses were filled again, the three girls tossed the neat spirit back quickly, then refilled again. They were becoming tipsy fast. They giggled at nothing. Their faces were starting to slacken with the effects of alcohol.
The door bell rang. Susan jumped up quickly saying, "That's Ed. You'll like him. He's a big ball of fun, and sexy as hell." Susan shot to the door, her long legs flashing. She left the smell of Johnnie Walker strong on the warm air. Susan returned with Ed the cop. He looked handsome in civvy clothes, his blue eyes gleaming as he set eyes on Alice. And he thought to himself, I'd like a bash at that."
Susan introduced herself to Lucy and Alice. Alice looked at the broad shoulders and immediately sex leapt into her mind, or rather sex flared up-it was always in Alice's mind. The girls fussed around Ed and he thought, Just like candle night in a home for spinsters!
Lucy poured Ed a stiff drink. As he took it she asked him, "What station are you at Ed?"
Ed smiled at the dark, petite face and replied, "Sex End Central, love. I'd like to arrest you on a dark night, would you like it?"
Lucy simpered, "I'd like anything with you on a dark night and the bigger the better."
The girls shrieked at this. They were becoming drunk rapidly. Alice was siding Ed up hungrily. Her climax of a few minutes ago was forgotten.
Lucy pulled Ed onto the divan. She said, "I always did like policemen, but they have such funny, blurry hats, they look like inverted piss pots." The girl's voice was becoming slurred, so was her brain as the undiluted drink shot around her arteries, tore into her head, screwing her brain cells into a shaky uncoordinated jangle. Susan looked pretty bad, she was laying in an armchair in a stupor. Crafty Alice was biding her time. She poured more whisky into Lucy's glass, encouraging the half drunk girl to swallow more. Ed and Alice eyes met each other hungrily. They both knew what they were waiting for.
Susan rolled back in the armchair out to the world. Alice was saying to Susan, "You can't take your booze." Then to Lucy. "Come on, Lucy, have another little drink."
Lucy groped obligingly at the four or five glasses wavering in front of her nose. She separated mirage from reality finally, and grasped at the glass. With enormous effort she tilted it to her mouth. She swallowed the glasses contents, then said to Ed, "Don't go away." Then she passed out clean as a whistle. Ed lowered her gently back onto the divan.
He looked at Alice who was pretty tight, but steady as a rock. He said, "What do we do now?"
Alice stared at the young handsome man saying, "What to you think, they will be out for a while. Come on, let's go into the bedroom. You are just my size."
Ed looked at the lovely legs and the swelling breasts, then he said, "Okay, if you are willing, so am I. I never met a kinkier lot than I have today. Come on sweetheart and let's see what you have got, better still, let's feel what you have got. I'm right on form." Alice rose from the divan, her eyes glittered as she said to the tall, good-looking Ed, "Come on, what are you waiting for, or don't you like a little recreation?"
Alice took Ed's hand and led him across the room into Lucy's small dim bedroom. She closed the door behind them and turned the key in the lock. She was breathing fast and the next words she spoke came with difficulty. "Take your clothes off Ed, I want you naked."
Alice undid the buttons at the front of her tight dress slowly. Ed watched fascinated as she opened the dress. Her body came into view and she wore only the black bra and panties underneath. Her white flesh gleamed in the dark room as it strained against the black material. Ed began to strip, his erection was full as he undressed, his eyes on Alice's full, strong thighs, her swelling curving milk white breasts. She stood waiting, her thighs slightly apart, her blue eyes heavy with sex desire. She gasped, "Hurry up, Ed, please."
Ed kicked off his shoes, his pants followed, then his shirt He stood in his briefs, the rippling tanned muscles on his arms and upper body gleaming a dull bronze. Alice came to him, pressing her upper thighs against his. Her black panties tightened on her hips as she thrust her vagina against his full erection. She moved slowly, back and forth, wiggling her hips against him. She felt his stiffened penis push in against her panties, rubbing the wispy material against her hot little cleft, she sobbed loudly and her hands pulled at his briefs. Ed's large hands ripped at the black bra, the strap gave with a crack and the bra dropped, spilling her heavy breasts free. Ed let the bra drop to the floor and kissed the large swinging breasts. His hands went to her large, rounded hips. The thumbs on his hands hooked in the waistband of the black panties, drawing her panties down over the white moving hips. Her hot hands ripped at his briefs, they dropped and he kicked them free of his strong legs. His hands held her soft squirming backside, they fell to the bed gasping with excitement.
Their flushed faces met, their mouths opened as they kissed a slow, long experimental kiss, with their tongues darting into each others' mouths. Desire blazed in them and their hands sought each others' bodies. Ed cupped her hot sexual region with his hand, the long fingers entering her vagina. She moaned, opening her legs wide, her hand circling his huge penis, flashing along its length in a fast to and fro movement. Ed's fingers titillated at her open vagina, concentrating on the fast swelling clitoris, feeling it rise into a hard beak of soft-tipped, nerve-tingling delight.
Alice felt Ed's sensitive fingers caressing with deliberate loving movements. She could feel her vagina becoming ready for intercourse, the delicate lips opening beneath his expert fingers. They grew turgid as her whisky inflamed senses surged to a peak of unrestrained passion, as she kissed him she murmured small muffled incoherent words ... Their hands moved frantically on each others' erotic regions-they were fully excited now and they began to move their sexual organs nearer and nearer ... Ed's hand moving alternately at her vagina and thighs, stroking the silky insides of her thighs ... then back to the hot valley between her thighs.
Ed lay at her side and slightly above, his right arm lay on her body, the strong wrist pressing on her mound of Venus. His hand cupped her, the palm tickled by her short curly blonde hair. His long index finger reached down underneath the up-thrusting mound, it moved between the excited, parted lips of her vagina. It moved in short, fast, stabbing insertions, pushing the fleshy lips apart as the tip of the moving finger rubbed lightly on the inflamed clitoris. Alice's small hand gripped the penis that was so near the center of her open, trembling thighs. She held it tightly ... and lightly, her hand moved in short quick jerking rubs on the silky flesh, moving so fast that her hand was almost a blur, and she moaned and sobbed, her open mouth fastened to Ed's, her tongue moving on his, twining and searching ... Ed moved above the jerking woman, he rolled and placed his right knee between her open surrendered thighs. His knee helped his hand to arouse Alice to a frenzy; it rubbed at the inside of her right thigh, sliding over her hot, silky, creamy flesh ... Alice felt golden ecstasy cover her whole excited vulva, her face was contorted with unrestrained lust, red with unsatisfied desire. Her hips began to jerk up and down in a lewd undulating rhythm, thrusting her vagina onto the penetrating finger.
Alice sobbed, "Ed please ... Ed ... now..." Her thighs jerked and kicked in trembling spasms. Ed rolled onto her jerking body, her thighs opened, the heels at each edge of the bed. Ed lay between her thighs positioning himself quickly. She raised her thighs touching the hot tip of his penis to her open pulsing vagina. Ed felt her breasts flatten against his, the nipples probing at his. He felt her mound rise to meet him as she guided his penis into her entrance, he felt it touch, he pushed, and it slid up, slipping into the silky sheath. He felt the walls parting before his thrust.
She gripped him, moaning frantically. Her body rose from the bed in a clawing shuddering fury. She was beside herself with sexual excitement Ed poised himself, then his white naked behind rose and fell, in the age-old surging movement of full intercourse. Alice stiffened as he drove into her, her back arched, her red nails dug and clawed at Ed's body, tearing the skin on his back, the nails scratching in helpless lunges. The hands moved down and gripped the riding, rotating behind. One hand on each cheek and pulled frantically inwards at each lunge. She moved with him, rising to his thrusts, her legs beginning to shake and thrash as strong thrills gripped the center of her penetrated vagina.
Their movements quickened ... faster ... faster, more urgent and abandoned. Ed moved up on her stomach, his hands slid under the up-thrusting cheeks of the white rippling behind, crushing her upwards to meet each inward thrust of his penis. The bed rocked and crashed. They were oblivious to everything as they writhed in total abandon, their breath gasping and sobbing as their hot organs met thrust in deep sliding spurts. The sweet thrill started in them both.
Alice felt her clitoris begin to tingle, at its tip first then the sensation grew stronger. It engulfed her whole clitoris spreading rapidly to her vaginal lips, flaming over the whole of her swollen vulva in a throbbing ecstasy that made her sob. She clenched her vagina tightly gripping the long penis in jerks. She heard Ed groan, and gripped with all her strength. She put her thighs above him locking his wildly moving body to hers. She bit his lips and his seeking tongue, panting his name as they writhed madly on the bed. Stronger surged the thrill in Alice's vagina, her moans becoming louder, sighing as her climax came to its shattering sweet peak. As it did so, she pushed her pubis and stomach against Ed with all the strength she possessed. She felt him come inside her in hot jetting spurts and she cried out blindly, in the grip of the longest, sweetest orgasm she had ever known, her thighs shuddering as they thrashed wildly, her vagina clenching round his penis in spasmodic jerks pulsing and contracting in fierce twitches. The thrill reached a blinding hot pinnacle of ecstasy. Her voice cried out his name in a high sobbing tremor, her face contorted, she went rigid, her thighs stiffened ... jerking, she moaned once more ... loudly ... a long drawn out shaking sigh ... then she was quiet Her body slowing its movements, spasms shuddering along her rippling undulating body, she sighed, and lay still, jerking slightly at reflex tremors passing through her slack vagina. Ed was finished, the storm of sex had drained him emotionally. His bare white backside moved feebly as his last twinges of sexual pleasure throbbed in his slackening penis. He jerked, then lay still. He could feel her slight jerks and her vagina loosen on his penis, its deep sliding walls relaxing gradually. Her voice purred in his ear, and he was reminded of a lazy contented she-cat as she said, "Darling, that was the absolute end, I thought I was on the end of a telegraph pole ... Oh, my poor little fanny. I want you all to myself from now on. I have never had an orgasm like that." Alice moved her body driving herself onto the limp organ.
Ed had got enough, he said, "Do you mind, don't you ever get enough? I am not Enrol Flynn, darling." Ed withdrew, he rolled from the bed groping for his scattered clothes. He dressed tiredly then he rolled into the lounge looking at the two stupefied women. Susan lay with her legs up, Ed could see the white gusset of her panties, the tops of her stockings contrasting to the utter whiteness of her sexy thighs. Lucy was sprawled on the divan. Her skirt was fucked up above her saucy, cheeky, little backside, her panties clung tightly to her firm rounded cheeks and she breathed in a deep steady rhythm.
Alice followed Ed into the lounge, she was trying to repair her untidy clothing. She stared at the two girls mockingly, then said, "They can't take their drink, can they? We could have had it up at least four times," Alice smiled at Ed sexily.
Ed poured himself a double whisky, he looked at Susan as he sat on the divan near the upraised body. He said to Alice, "She's a little beauty, isn't she?"
Alice nodded, answering, "Yes, she is. I have had sex with her Ed, what do you think of that?"
Ed grinned happily and chuckled, "Bloody good show, tell me when you have your next session and m watch, I'd get a real kick out of that"
Alice said, looking at Susan's exposed thighs, "Wait until she wakes up, then I'll show you what it's like when two women have sex together. But don't let her know that you are going to witness it it might put her off."
Ed sat talking to Alice until the girls woke. Lucy staggered into the tiny bedroom to continue her recovery from the alcohol. She closed the door saying, "Don't anyone disturb me for a couple of hours."
Susan yawned and stretched, then she crossed to Alice. They chatted with Ed for a while, gradually they left him out of their conversation, moving together. They turned away from Ed, he craned his head after a while, they had become silent, he saw that Alice was stroking beneath Susan's skirt surreptitiously, her hand was near Susan's vagina. Susan was getting excited, she shot a glance at Ed, who pretended to be engrossed in cleaning his nails. Susan turned back to Alice and she whispered quietly to the woman.
Alice said to Ed, "Ed ... Susan and I are going along to her flat for a while. I am going to try on one of her dresses ... you stay and keep Lucy company, we won't be long."
Susan rose with Alice following her. Ed looked at Susan's face. It was flushed, her white tiny teeth bit at her bottom hp. She was excited, an urgent expression on her young lovely face. Alice followed from the flat, the door closed quietly behind them.
Ed waited for a few minutes, swallowing the rest of his whisky then he slipped out onto the long balcony that connected the flats. He found the position of Susan's flat quickly, walking along to the balcony door that gave access to Susan's flat. He tried the door, turning the handle and it gave quietly, the door opened. Ed moved through the door. He stood in the narrow annex leading into Susan's bedroom. He stood in the shadows and he heard voices murmuring. Above the voices came the sound of urgent excited breathing. Ed moved to the small window that looked into Susan's room. Carefully, he peeped through the glass.
Susan was in Alice's arms near the bed. They kissed passionately, Susan's legs apart, her skirt above her hips, her glorious thighs trembled as Alice's fingers moved under the tight briefs urgently, greedily. Alice's dress was unbuttoned down the front, her bra was pushed up high on her body, her rose nipples throbbed and stiffened beneath Susan's squeezing fingers. Ed felt an erection as he stood there. He moved to the connecting door, opened it just a fraction. He could hear Susan's voice moaning, "Alice ... oh ... put two fingers in, darling ... that's it ... a little faster ... oh darling."
Susan's behind moved gently back and forth, back and forth, as she slid her vagina onto Alice's finger. Alice took the arm from Susan's waist and pulled the panties down to the shaking knees, and as Susan's finger began to seek, Alice pushed it gently away, pulling at her own wispy pants. They dropped with a whisper of silk ... Susan fell back onto the bed . ... Ed's eyes bulged as he saw her thighs open, exposing the tiny hot morsel.
Alice shrugged off the dress, she crawled between Susan's parted thighs, Ed saw Susan's small hands grip the white cheeks. Alice lay on Susan, pressing her bare, naked, hairy mound of love firmly onto Susan's offered vagina. Susan's legs kicked, there was a low moan from Susan and they began to move together in an immediate frenzy of sex, rubbing their erotic centers together frantically. They bit at each other's breasts as their quivering behinds plunged and rose in their respective movements ... Their movements became rapid ... quickening ...
Ed was enthralled, he could hardly credit his eyes. The bed crashed and jerked as the sex-lost women ground their naked flesh in an orgy of sex contact. Susan cried and whimpered in the extremities of passion, as she felt Alice's firm, fleshy mound grinding into her fully exposed vagina, rubbing the lips rolling them, stimulating her clitoris maddeningly. Susan arched her body as her climax tingled its throbbing heaven, spreading over her vulva in sweet, body-jerking waves.
Ed could bear it no longer. He entered the room, flashing to the bed, he pulled Alice from Susan's jerking body, throwing himself between the orgasm shaking thighs ... His lips sank into the exposed vagina, as Alice placed herself beneath him, her lips sought his penis, they sucked madly. Susan shook and moaned as she felt the hot sharp tongue flick into her small contracting vagina, bringing her climax to its racking peak. Ed felt Alice's mouth like a miniature vacuum cleaner fastened to his penis, his free hand found Alice's vagina and worked frantically on the clitoris. Alice shook and her climax occurred sharply with Susan's, the two women threw themselves about in a jerking frenzy. Ed ejaculated freely in the warm sucking home that had found his body.
Alice recovered first. She reproved Ed. "You awful man. We are exposed That was really something, wasn't it Susan?"
Susan laughed. "Sex . . that's ah I have been having ... Don't want food ... don't want sleep ... just a big hot dicky in my little twatty ... all night long ... and where were you when Freud wrote his masterpiece ... three cheers for the Wolfendon Report ... panties down and bottoms in the air."
Then Alice said, "Have you heard the one about the girl in the Yanks' car?" Alice continued. "This girl cried out loudly, 'OH HANK, IF YOU WERE A GENTLEMAN YOU ALL WOULDN'T DO THAT, and the Yank said, WELL, MAMIE, IF YOU WERE A LADY YOU WOULDN'T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL.'"
The sex-happy trio on the bed bellowed with laughter, arms about each others' tired bodies. They became quiet, then they slept ... Alice's bare bottom poked saucily towards the unseeing ceiling.
They were awakened by the sound of Lucy ringing the doorbell incessantly. Susan stirred, then she rose from the bed. She walked to the door, admitting the girl. Lucy looked hung over, the whisky had still not cleared her system. Susan said, "We left you in peace to rest. Come on in, I'll be making some coffee soon, he on the sofa. Alice and Ed are asleep on the bed."
Lucy said, "Humph! Been having sex again, I suppose. Why didn't you call me? I imagine that copper. I bet he's got just what I imagine."
Susan went into the kitchen to make coffee. Lucy wandered into the small dim bedroom. Alice's lovely cheeky behind greeted her gaze. It rose into the air gaily as if inviting a stroking hand. Lucy crossed to the bed. She raised her hand, it descended with a loud slap on the tight cheeks.
Alice jumped into the air as if she had been shot. Lucy laughed, "Come on, get up, Susan's making coffee."
Alice yawned, then she woke Ed, who had deep black smudges beneath his eyes. Half an hour later they were ah seated in the small kitchenette drinking cups of black coffee.
Back to Alice's house a few miles over on the other side of town. Alice's husband Mike had just come in from work. He called his wife's name, then, when there was no answer to his summons he muttered, "I suppose she is amusing herself with one of her female friends. Mike walked over to the table for a drink, he picked up the whisky bottle. Then he noticed the two half empty short glasses standing close together, they both bore lipstick imprints. Mike looked thoughtful, then he shrugged his shoulders and poured himself a drink.
Mike finished his drink, then went upstairs for his evening shower. He stripped naked in the bedroom, tossing his clothing in a heap on the bed Mike walked to the bathroom, going in to the shower he reached for the shower spigot. His eyes fell, glancing downwards. He stooped, then straightened ... In his right hand he held a pair of dainty, wringing wet panties. He grinned, thinking, That wife of mine does the silliest things. Panties in the shower now, sexy little bitch. She's lucky I was wounded in the war, or half her life would be spent on her back!
Mike looked down at the puckered scarred abdomen and ripped penile tissue. A German 88 armor-piercing shell had severed his nerve complex; his genital region had been shattered when the 88 had screamed home in '43, punching a neat hole in the turret shoulder of his Sherman tank. At least he had escaped. Not so the other members of the crew, who had been reduced to a wet red paste, blown in fragments onto the turret walls. Mike sighed, then he started. Embroidered on the hem of the panties was a large white S ... Mike frowned. His wife's name was Alice-whose were these. And in his wife's shower.
A woman had been here, and it certainly was not his wife. Odd little facts clicked suddenly into place in Mike's brain, he moved from the shower and began to search the bedroom. The bed was just as it had been earlier that day.
Mike returned to the lower half of the house. He looked all around. On the sofa he found the imprints of two bodies, at the side of the sofa he saw a torn white blouse, the silk shredded ... On the breast of the ruined blouse he found again, embroidered in white, a large S. The pale orange gleam of his wife's lipstick stared at him, smeared over the shoulder and collar of the blouse.
His face was frozen ... could it be ... Alice ... a Lesbian. He knew that his wife had been sexually deprived, his war wound had left him impotent. He had not experienced an erection since the awful heat-seared blast in the Sherman. But surely not Lesbianism Alice had full opportunity to avail herself of a man. Mike felt a strange jealousy, also a lusting desire to witness his wife in the middle of sex with this woman. That was if his suspicions were correct.
Mike thought deeply for a second, yes ... he would take time out from the office tomorrow and come back to the house about eleven a.m. Mike went back upstairs to the shower. He left the panties exactly where he had found them, he turned the hot water on. The steaming jets of water hammered onto him, and he began to soap himself.
Back at Lucy's flat Alice was saying goodbye to Susan and Lucy, Ed had left previously, glad to escape the hen like cackle of conversation of the three women. Susan walked with Alice to the door and before Alice left she said, "Come over to my place tonight if you want to, you can meet my husband and spend the evening with us." Susan agreed at once to this plan.
She smiled at Alice and said, Tine, Yd like to meet this impotent man of yours. I'll see you at eight Bye now hot pants." Susan watched Alice's round behind sway and wiggle out of sight
Mike greeted Alice fondly when she returned home. He did not question her as to her activities during the day. His wife took her short jacket off and below the rounded shoulders he saw the fading red welts inflicted by Susan's sex inspired clawings.
Alice asked Mike, "Had a good day, darling?"
Mike looked up from some paper work he was engaged in and replied, "The usual routine work. Nothing exciting, how about you?"
Alice hid the uprush of hot emotion she felt at the thought of her sexual experiences that day, and said, "Boring, darling. I did the chores and rested. I will have to find a small job to occupy myself with. It's a pity we have no children."
Mike frowned. "It's a pity you have an impotent sexual wreck for a husband. You should never have married me Alice."
Alice went to him, her arms about him. "Don't be stupid. I don't need that side of marriage too much. Kids would probably be a grind anyway." She rose saying, "I have a friend coming at eight, a girl I have met. You'll like her. Now, what do you want for dinner?"
A few minutes after eight the front door bell rang. Mike looked up as Alice flew from her chair. Mike became alert suddenly. He heard the women's voices in the hall, then Alice entered with Susan. Mike stared at the flame-haired girl his wife led into the room and thought, she's beautiful! He saw the full breasts, the gorgeous ripe figure, the pale white skin. He also saw his wife's hand, possessive on the smooth skinned arm. The arm reached to him, and Alice said, "Mike, this is Susan." Mike took the girl's hand and they exchanged greetings. The girl's sensual mouth smiled at Mike, her perfume was sharp and musky in his nostrils. He felt a slight rush of desire, but like a snub from headquarters, there was no physical surge in his body and he cursed again as he remembered the white flashing impact, and the screaming ring on steel of the armor-piercing 88 millimeter shell. Mike did the honors and soon Susan was seated, her tiny hand nursing a gin and bitters.
Susan chatted brightly to Mike, telling him about her experiences on her job as a saleswoman. She told him about the different people she had encountered and the bored housewives that she had to pressure into a sale. She said a little too much, a little too much about her female customers, and Mike firmly believed his suspicions were right.
Mike watched his wife closely, her eyes were continually on Susan's lush body. The eyes were bright, as they watched Susan lovingly, followed her small movements too closely. Alice glanced at intervals at Susan's crossed legs, and at the sharp breasts that stabbed viciously at her bolero jacket. They conversed for a while, then Alice suggested a snack and coffee while watching television. Alice rose, going to the kitchen. She turned looking at Susan, and said, "Come and give me a hand, sweet." Susan rose and followed Mike's wife into the kitchen.
Mike sat watching TV for a while, he listened to the chatter from the kitchen, the clink and rattle of cutlery ... his mind was only half on the TV program. He became aware of a sudden silence from the kitchen ... a tense, long silence. Mike rose, he tiptoed to the door, peered around the corner into the kitchen, then he felt as if he had been kicked in the stomach.
Alice lay back against the work top, her skirt was above her hips, her thighs were wide apart Susan stood against Alice, her right hand stroking under Alice's panties. Alice's thighs trembled as the small hand moved wickedly on her body. Alice moved, then she kissed Susan briefly. She whispered, "Tomorrow darling, let's get the things ready. Mike will think we are up to something." Mike shot to his chair, his mind a whirl. He was right and he would be home tomorrow morning to witness his wife's intimacy with the gorgeous redhead. He felt aroused, more so than he had ever felt in his life, he lusted to witness the two women in the middle of their sexual excursions.
Shortly after the women came into the room with a snack of cheese dip, sardines and coffee. The three sat eating while they conversed and watched TV. Gradually Mike felt his surprise at what he had seen fade, and he began to feel amused. His wife had found a sexual outlet that could keep her happy, and as he watched her face as she talked to Susan, he felt no animosity but an acceptance of the fact that he had been cuckolded by a woman. Well, so what anyway. But he intended to have a crafty peep at the going-ons tomorrow.
Susan left at ten-thirty. Mike and Alice were in bed by eleven. Mike and his wife lay side by side in the darkness. Mike could feel her body warm and soft through her nylon nightdress, her hip and thigh touched him. His hand moved onto her body seeking her breasts. She turned to him and her thighs moved into his body. Mike slipped the thin shoulder straps from her body, her breasts pointed tautly.
She said, "Randy beast, you know it will be no good. Let's have a try anyway." Mike kissed the soft nipples, they became stiff between his lips, swelling tautly. He nibbled gently and she moaned, passion flared in him and he kissed her, his hand jerked at the hem of her nightie, laying bare the marble smooth thighs. His hand stroked and caressed the upper thighs, Mike felt them part-lifting, shaking expectantly, his hand covered her vagina, the fingers sought and found the entrance ... it parted easily, his hand moved cruelly on her clitoris. He thought of the other hands that had made her moan, as she moaned now. She had trembled like this beneath the other one's touch, her hand had caressed someone else as she caressed him now. She sobbed loudly. She felt Mike's fingers at her clitoris, she loved it, the slight sweet tingle at her body center. She jerked, becoming frenzied ... and she lusted for Susan's naked body. Mike moved his body over hers, he entered her vagina, the movement began, quickened to a thrashing violent fight of passion. Her climax began, grew, claimed her body, and in the jerking throbbing throes of her climax she called Susan's name ... and Mike laughed in his soul as she gripped with her tin-ashing thighs, his tormented unsatisfied body.
The next day Mike drove his car fast towards his home, the time was almost ten-thirty. Mike held the car at top speed until he neared his home. He felt a strange excitement, a strange expectant lust. Would they be there? What would it be like? What would they do to each other? Mike swung the car into his turning feeling the rear wheels slide on the loose gravel surface, he switched the engine off, letting the car coast into the curb a few doors up from his house.
Mike left the car parked and walked silently to his home, he entered by the side entrance, walking on the balls of his feet like a stalking cat The kitchen was empty. Mike shook off his shoes thinking, I may be wrong, they might not even be here, but I intend to find out.
He walked silently into the lounge, and stopped dead. Scattered on the floor were panties, his wife's dress, a pale blue skirt. Used glasses stood on the occasional table. Mike moved to the door leading to the hall; he could hear sound coming from upstairs-the regular sighing creak of the big double bed in his bedroom. Strewn in the hall and up the stairs were more articles of women's clothing. They were here all right. Above him the soft creaking continued. Mike felt a tremendous excitement as he climbed the stairs on tiptoe. He was careful not to let the stairs creak. He felt an erection start as he reached the top landing, and he moved more cautiously.
His wife's slip lay outside the bedroom door; the door lay slightly ajar. Mike tiptoed forward. The sounds were louder here and he heard his wife's voice moan loudly, "Oh, darling, hurt me ... go on, do it a little harder."
Mike stared through the gap in the door. His wife lay stripped naked on the double bed. She moved in a regular up and down rhythm beneath Susan's jerking hand, which stabbed its fingers into her exposed vagina. Mike began to breath heavily. He watched the white naked figures thrash on the bed. He began to strip his clothes from his excited body.
He watched his wife's open mouth on Susan's naked body, kissing the large hot tipped breasts. He saw Susan thrusting her vagina onto the stiff, seeking finger which Alice moved hungrily between Susan's thighs. They were unaware of his presence, and above the tortured groaning of the bed, he could hear their rasping, excited breathing. Susan and Alice began to jerk in small spasmodic movements as their excitement reached a level which demanded the release of vaginal contact Susan began to roll, Alice opened her thighs in a surrendered straddle, thrusting her erotic center up to the lusting Susan.
Mike stripped his briefs from his body, stood naked, and as Susan's vagina pressed hard on the body beneath her, he moved into the room. He dived onto the bed behind Susan's raised, parted thighs. His tongue found her vagina and she started wildly. His tongue entered, moving on her clitoris. She moaned and raised her body from Alice and moved in rhythm with his stabbing tongue.
Alice giggled, then slid from beneath Susan's body.
She rolled to her husband's side, her mouth an hands took his erect penis. Mike felt the warm sucking grip of her lips. His hand found her vagina. The fingers stimulated her clitoris wildly and the three figures on the bed jerked in a frenzy of joint excitement. Susan began to thrash in passion. Her climax swelled, throbbing in her body. She sobbed and gasped. Alice slid her body onto Mike's fingers in an orgiastic tremor of movement. Mike felt his first climax of twenty years surge in his body, his wife's mouth working passionately and lovingly. Mike thrust his tongue upwards, Susan stiffened and cried loudly in her climax ... Mike felt his body contract as he ejaculated freely in the warm mouth it had entered, Alice opened her thighs on his thrusting fingers, she stiffened, shuddering, then she relaxed ... and the three climaxes occurred together in a blaze of ecstatic abandon.
An hour later the three lay contented in bed. Mike in the center, Susan and Alice on either side. All were nude as the day they were born. Mike's arms held the two women closely, contentedly, and he said, "Well, you hot little cows, this is how it's going to be, three for one climax. We can all join in. You can include me in your fun. It's what I always wanted-that was my first climax for a long, long time. From now on we share it ... Alice ... Susan ... and Mike ... going together!
BOOK THREE
CHAPTER ONE
There were only the two girls in the compartment of the first-class carriage as the train raced along, letting the countryside flash past outside the curtained window ... One girl--the oldest by some months, was studying a small snap photograph which she held in her right hand. She had found it after thoroughly rummaging through her handbag. That's one of Mummy-last year-in Cannes," she announced.
The other girl, equally as blonde, took the offered snap and studied the shapely woman portrayed in black and white. The dull matte coloring of the snap did nothing to mar the natural beauty of the woman it portrayed.
"She looks young enough to be your sister," the studying girl said in an almost reverent voice. "She's marvelous-a lovely woman-made for sex!" the other girl remarked as she took the snap back am studied as though seeing it for the first time.
The statement did nothing to prompt the younger of the pair into a remark of shock at the permissiveness of the words, and each held her tongue letting their individual thoughts take free rein.
"Lordie, I feel randy," the older girl sighed.
As though her words had triggered off something inside her companion, the younger girl's eyes started to shine and a soft smile shaped her pouting lips. "What are you feeling?" she asked.
"Randy ... really sexy ... and it's all her fault," she added through gritted teeth as she again studied the picture of the shapely mother.
"Jenny, you have always been oversexed ... and it did not need any reminder of your mother to start you off." The young, pretty girl smiled happily.
"I'm not a nympho," Jenny, the pretty blonde stated categorically.
"Want to bet?" her friend quipped.
Jenny blushed slightly and her attractive face seemed to ass as she purposely turned from the demanding, enquiring features of the young Jane...
The train seemed to pick up speed and was soon virtually racing along the rails.
"No more stops until we get to St. David's." Jane sighed and settled back in the comfortable seat.
"And no corridor to encourage interlopers."
"Still feel randy?" Jane, the pretty-faced younger girl asked. She leaned forward and her smooth palm rested on the smooth-skinned thigh of Jenny as the girl averted her eyes again for the second time that afternoon.
"No, not really," she lied. The hand was not helping her to coordinate her thoughts.
Jane slowly slipped her hand up the shapely thigh until her palm was at the hem of the mini school uniform skirt. Jenny remained as still as paralyzed clay. The tingling feeling was soon rippling up her legs to the sensitive spot between her thighs. She was well aware that Jane, was able to make her beg and plead for the caressing hand to go further and to do whatever she pleased.
In sexuality, Jenny was like her pretty mother ... she was weak and passive to the very last degree. Helplessly she would be like putty in Jane's hands if the dominant, younger girl demanded it And Jenny knew that there would be demands, sharp commanding demands, and she would wallow in the pleasure of being dominated by the lovely Jane.
"Spread your thighs," Jane's voice was a soft yet demanding tone.
The knees parted as though unwillingly, slowly, hesitantly. Jenny's thighs spread open and she hissed harshly as Jane's hand slipped up to the thrusting mound of her eighteen-year-old cunt to brush her fingertips over the tight full lips of her cunt
As Jane's fingers slipped up and down the tight panty covered cunt lips, Jenny closed her eyes as sweet thrilling pleasure rippled through her to ignite her very soul.
"Jenny?"
"Mmmmmm? ... yes?? ? " She sighed.
"Who's school Captain?"
"I-I am," the older girl sighed.
"And who is your fetch-and-carry girl?"
"You-you are," Jenny whispered as she tried to enjoy Jane's fingertips stroking over her cunt.
"But who's in charge out here?"
"You, Jane ... you ... you ... you," Jenny gasped as waves of sheer eroticism engulfed her with her own helplessness.
"Then let's have your briefs off."
Without standing up, Jenny thumbed her panties right down to her ankles, then they were on the seat next to her.
"Now sit opposite me."
Jenny quickly changed seats, the delight of being dominated by Jane thrilling her completely.
"Right, Jenny, knees right up. Slip forward in your seat so that your feet rest on this side ... that's good ... skirt out of the way ... that's much, much better," the younger girl enthused.
Jenny had placed her feet so that she had one on each side of her companion. This caused her cunt area to be completely exposed to the other's view. The bushy hair of her pubis thrust forward and immediately beneath the bushy nest two puffy lips formed the basic lips of her cunt.
"Very well, Jenny-masturbate." She smiled happily.
Without hesitation, Jenny's fingers dipped to her hot crotch area and her fingers fussed with the pliant lips of her cunt The essence of pure joy rippled through the older girl as she blatantly obeyed Jane's command to stroke her own cunt. The sheer humiliation seemed to thrill Jenny all the more. The very shame of the thing seemed to lend itself to the pleasure. Her fingers dipped and caressed. She found her own clitoris and as she started to really stroke her cunt She visualized her own mother, the sweet and lovely woman at the hands of the dominating Jane, and with the thought of hearing her own mother begging for Jane's abuse, Jenny seemed to boil over. Her sex seemed to erupt into a pouring heat wave of marvelous pleasure as she squirmed her buttocks about on the seat in reaction to the thrills tormenting her body.
Jenny waved her arm high over her head as she spotted the regally splendid stature of her curvy figured mother. The very attractive face, the curvy body of the woman who looked years younger than her actual thirty five years, smiled and waved back. They embraced enthusiastically.
"Mummy, this is Jane," Jenny introduced.
"Why, yes, of course." The shapely woman smiled to show her own firm white teeth.
She felt the girl grip her hand warmly, and then they were being ushered into the family salon. The mother and daughter chatted incessantly all-the way to the large estate home and Jane was more than pleased to arrive. A bath and a change of clothes soon had them feeling refreshed and better. And Jane heard her friend enquire after a Robert
Jane realized that she had forgotten the sixteen-year-old brother! He was joining them from his boarding school. She wondered if Robert played any of the odd games that she had learned from Jenny. All Jane had discovered was that the two females, Jenny and her mother, were both pacifist in the sex world. Both females enjoyed the dominating partner to possess them. And she wondered where Robert fitted into this pattern of incestuous skullduggery.
It was after dinner that Jenny announced that Robert would be home the following day.
"You'll like Robert," Penelope Price told the visiting school girls. "He's so mannish, so knowledgeable. He really is a most fascinating character even if I do say so myself." She half sighed.
Jane studied the attractive and lovely woman seated beside her at the dinner table.
"Does your husband get home during the summer holidays?" she asked.
"Yes, for a short while at least" Penny smiled and for some unknown reason she blushed prettily. Perhaps it was the hard, bold stare that she detected in Jane's eyes.
They rose from the table and went into the lounge. Because of the day's traveling the girls were pleased to turn in ... and Jane was asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. And that was the way she stayed, right up to the time she awoke with the darkness of the room surrounding her like a cloak.
She blinked her eyes and read the luminous dial of her wristwatch. It was just after twelve o'clock midnight Jane was certain that she had not woken up naturally, rather something had awaken her. She lay for awhile with her ears strained and hardly breathing. Then she heard voices coming from another room. The conversation was agitated and uneven.
She slipped her feet out of the bed and slipped them into carpet mules. Pulling a quilted dressing gown round her torso, she went through the bedroom door and out onto the wide passage.
She saw immediately where the pencil-thin sliver of light came from. She tiptoed to the partly opened door and the voices grew louder as she neared the beam of light. She did not have to strain her ears nor eyes to hear and see what was taking place in the room. She looked through the crack of the door and saw a rather tall boy who was obviously Jenny's brother. In the room with him were both Jenny and her mother. Only, the boy was dressed in day clothes, his sister and mother were dressed in panties-and nothing whatsoever in addition!
Jane's eyes stared excitedly at the tableau ... Jenny and her mother were seated in their semi-naked state while Robert sat before them on a high-backed chair. Obviously, he was displeased about something despite the marvelous display of female beauty arrayed before him.
Now Jane was able to really study and appreciate the superb symmetry of Penny's marvelous body. The thrusting breasts were superbly smooth and without sag. The skin of her body was pearly and very smooth; it had been tenderly cared for. The nipples of her naked breasts tipped out like small bullets that uptilted slightly to enhance the woman's breast beauty. The swollen fruits of Penny's tits were exciting to the eyes and Jane ached to get her hands around the softly but fully cleavaged mounds.
Penny was looking abjectly, as was Jenny, at the seated boy. But Jane fancied that both mother and daughter were enjoying the role of passive and dominated females to the masterful role of the son before them.
"And who invited the girl here?" he snapped.
"Well ... I suppose I did," the mother said.
"Why-why?" he asked agitatedly.
"It was my idea, Robert," Jenny said at last.
"Then you share the blame ... perhaps you, Jenny, more than mother."
"Yes, Robert," the girl admitted sadly.
"Very well ... you first" He pointed to the floor immediately before him. He watched as Jenny dropped her eyes as though in shame. She lifted her face imploringly towards him. And yet Jane saw the definite thrill cross her friend's pretty cheeks, that same thrilling response when, at times, she had had Jenny in a position of dominated obedience. Then Jenny dropped to her knees as the surprised and excited Jane gripped her own mound as though to stem the excited juices lubricating her sex slot Then, before Jane's excited eyes, she saw the abject posture of Jenny as the pretty eighteen-year-old blonde bent her head down to the carpet causing her shapely rounded bottom to thrust up in perfect positioning for the brother's wrath.
He held a thin leather belt doubled round his closed fist. He raised his hand six times and brought the crude whip down onto the thrusting moons of Jenny's suprb buttocks. Not hard ... not soft either, but sufficiently strong enough to leave light marks across the center of the rounded ass. Then Jenny was scrambling to her feet pulling her brief panties up to her waist. He pointed to an adjoining door and his sister scurried through it with her hands clutching her ass.
"Now mother ... stand up."
"Robert ... please," the elegant beauty gasped in abashed shame.
"Stand up." He repeated the words with a quiet authority.
Jane watched in breathless, passion-filled erotica as the lovely woman stood regally and dejectedly proud before her sixteen-year-old son.
"Take your panties down," he said, the words with a determined and quietly educated dominance.
Jane saw the woman redden profusely. A choking sound emitted from her throat and she tried to stare her own son out. Now that she was standing, the pure and sheerest quality of her superb body was displayed for the excited and wide-eyed Jane. She held her breath as, dry mouthed, she studied the woman fighting with her dignity. Then her trembling hands were actually thumbing the gossamer panties down her swelling thighs. Naked, she stood before her son.
The thatch of blonde pubic hair was a rich nest on the woman's mound, and Jane almost shrieked in delight as the boy reached forward and stroked his fingers through the hairy mound. She saw the mother trembling helplessly as he tickled his fingertips where the clitoris lay in it's nest. Then...
"Turn around mother." His voice was purposely controlled and very, very quiet.
Jane watched the tall woman turn to present her superb bottom. The thrusting roundness was superb, smooth with the slotted cleavage holding the shapely orbs tightly together. "Bend it ... "
Jane watched as Penny bent her torso over. Her hands went out and rested on the bed coverlet. Her buttocks rounded perfectly as the skin tightened on the sheer poetic moons. Then the soft whistling filled the room again. Slowly ... once ... twice ... three times ... all the way up to six ... Not hard, but sufHcientiy cutting to let Penny know that her bottom was being thrashed. And then the boy was dismissing his own mother just like that As far as Jane was concerned, the whipping should have only been the beginning! It would have been from the chastisement that the two women would have been made to really show respect to their masterly controller! She would have to look further into this!
CHAPTER TWO
The following morning, Jane came down at the same time as Jenny. Nothing was said or even hinted at regarding the previous night. Jenny smiled broadly, kissed Jane's preferred mouth warmly.
"Mmmmmm ... I'll never tire of kissing you, Jane," the older girl sighed shamelessly.
"You'd better not." Jane smiled wistfully.
The two girls were eating breakfast when Robert walked into the breakfast room. Jane was unsure how the first meeting would go. She realized in the cold light of day just how good looking the boy was. He was strikingly handsome with steel gray eyes that pierced and commanded. She could well understand how his own mother and sister had fallen under his spell. They smiled at each other, seemed to recognize an allying factor in each other and then continued their breakfast together. Penny was the last to arrive and by the manner in which the two offspring greeted her, one would hardly guess that the performance of the night before had resulted in Penny and Jenny having their bared bottoms tanned!
Jane was only anxious to get the pretty Penny alone. She was aching to have the woman's body under her hands! And she wanted Penny's body responding to her own commands. She was sure that she had sufficient dominance in her own makeup to get the woman to cooperate.
When the meal was over, Robert went into the garage to tinker with his bicycle, and Jane stayed in the kitchen with Jenny and Penelope to help clear the table. It was incredible that neither mentioned or even showed anything of the strange affair during the night. Jane felt sure that one or the other should show some responsive feeling.
Penelope left the two girls to their own devices whilst she went into the palatial grounds to "argue" with the estate gardener, and as soon as they were alone. Jane revealed to Jenny that she was aware of what had happened about midnight the previous evening. Jenny blushed prettily and turned her face from her friend.
"It's a good thing Robert did not see you, he'd have caused a riot."
"I'm not interested in what he knows ... all I am saying is that I saw you-and your mother being chastised by Robert."
"Don't tell Mother. She'd go into a state of tension hysteria," Jenny whispered.
"I doubt it. I got the impression that she was enjoying herself. There was only one thing amiss-Robert did not take full advantage of his power over the pair of you."
"He may not seem to have done ... but he does, he does," Jenny replied with a far away look in her eyes.
"But you were allowed to go to your room after six piddly strokes."
"They stung," Jenny insisted.
"Oh, yes-like fire," Jane sneered sarcastically.
The friends' conversation was shortened there and then by the return of the shapely mother.
"I was telling Jenny I saw you and Robert last night-in your bedroom."
Penelope stood dead in her tracks. She looked completely baffled and stunned, as though she could not possibly be hearing right. Her face crimsoned a deep red as she blinked her eyes in confusing embarrassment at the pert figure of Jane.
Jenny's mouth opened and closed several times like a drowning goldfish and then she looked panic stricken from her mother to her friend.
"I-I-Ier," she stuttered uncontrollably.
"You did not seem so hesitant last night," Jane said coolly.
"Please, Jenny, get me a drink." Penelope choked the words out quietly.
"Don't be alarmed Penny, there is nothing to get upset about." Jane smiled thinly as she helped the attractive and regal woman into a soft chair.
"I think I must have misheard you," Penny said in a strangled voice.
The air was electric with shameful awareness. Penelope drank the cool water given her by the angry Jenny.
"Jane-I think you might have been a little more tactful." She spat her words to her friend.
"But why waste time?" Jane stared open eyed towards the mother and daughter.
Penelope stared at the friend that Jenny had brought home. Yes, she thought, there was something decidedly dominant and even a trifle spiteful about the firm-jawed Jane. The attractive blonde school girl was enjoying the confusion she had caused!
But for leaving her mother alone, Jenny would have walked out on her friend there and then, but Penelope was still looking a little waxy round the gills.
"So-all right, you know," Penny said at last, as though she had come to a gigantic decision. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Why, nothing at all," Jane told her. "Should I want to do something about it?"
This threw the older woman off guard. She did not know quite how to take this strange dominating girl whom her daughter had brought from school.
As the minutes ticked by, so Penelope regained her composure. There was nothing she could do to change what had already taken place. The girl did not seem particularly perturbed that she had stumbled onto the family secret of being dominated by the sixteen-year-old son. Penelope reckoned that Jane must be tarred with the same brush of permissiveness as the rest of them.
"I-I think I ought to lay down for a while," the shapely Penny remarked.
I'll help you up the stairs," Jenny offered. Her mother refused the offer of help and then went from the room.
"You really are a nuisance, Jane."
"Why, for breaking the ice so fully?"
"No, for being such a tactless idiot."
"Well see ... well see." Jane smiled secretly to herself. She had seen the "hungry' look on Penny's gentle face.
"You go out for a while. I want to think this business over," Jane said half to herself as to the other girl.
"I think I'll go and see how mother is."
"Go out, I said," she snapped.
Jenny jumped at the snarling tone of command in her friend's voice. As always on these occasions, Jane's dominance overpowered the older girl. Jenny climbed down and left the younger, pretty Jane sitting in an armchair.
Jenny had been gone five minutes and then the stealthy feline figure of Jane uncurled from the armchair. She walked softly out into the hall and then up the wide staircase. Quickly, sure footed, she climbed the stairs two at a time until she came to the master bedroom door. She smiled when she saw the door ajar. It was a 'welcome in' sign if ever she saw one! She pushed the door open slightly, noiselessly and studied the shapely, supine figure on the bed. Through the door crack she was able to get a good view of the lovely woman.
Jane's eyes narrowed and her chest seemed to grow taught as she remained fascinated by the ripe beauty of Penelope. Even though the curvy woman was laying on her back, her full rounded breasts thrust up, ripe and proud.
Jenny pushed the door open and walked into the deeply carpeted room. She trod silently until she was standing at the side of the bed looking down onto the gentle rising and f ailing breasts of the lovely woman.
"I know you are there," Penelope said in a hushed, tensed voice.
"Saves me waking you up then."
Penny opened her eyes and studied the standing girl through her gray-blue orbs. How dominant the girl appeared to be, she thought.
"Do you enjoy obeying your son?" she asked openly.
Penny gasped silently at the audacious question. And yet, secretly, she felt a thrill of pleasure ripple through her body. As though having her secret shame bared to another's eyes was thrillingly fantastic.
"I-I suppose so," she replied throatily.
"Do you only enjoy being dominated by the male of the species?"
"I don't think I want to continue this discussion," she said.
Jane smiled as she saw the other woman literally squirm under the direct torture of her words. I'll bet you do, really."
Penny tried to break through the veneer of the smiling girl. She was not sure whether Jane was laughing at her or sneering, but she was most certain of one thing. This girl would soon have a more powerful hold over her than her son did if she did not break it up-and break it up soon!! ! ! !
The older woman sat up in bed and leaned back on her elbows. Her breasts thrust pertly against the upper material of her dress as she studied the straightforward stare of the attractive Jane.
"Where ... where do you get your matter-of-fact attitude from?" Penny asked in an incredulous tone.
"Nothing to it. I know what I saw happening last night, and I know you enjoyed the shame that your son subjected you to. I like to help people enjoy themselves ... simple isn't it?"
"Now wait a minute," Penny hastily interjected.
Jane smiled at the profusely reddened face of Penny as the woman floundered and sought for words. How shapely she looked there in complete defenselessness against the younger girl's onslaught of open honesty!
Jane gently reached forward and placed her hands on the smooth tummy area covered by the dress. She felt the smooth plains of Penny's stomach tighten into a knot of anxiety. She rubbed the palm of her hand round and round in smoothing, caressing circles with an increase in pressure as she ran her hand over the spot near Penelope's pubic area. And she was well aware of the small gasp that the supine woman gave each time her hand swept smoothly over the spot near the junction of her shapely thighs. But Jane wanted to be doing this with the woman naked. She wanted to hear Penelope pleading and to see her squirming in helpless pleasure. Penny did not know what to do. She enjoyed a pleasurable association with her daughter, but this was the first time she had branched out with a strange girl! With Jenny, the mother knew exactly what each other would do and she knew how far each other would go. But this girl was like her son, in demanding attention and adherence to her own code of rules and conduct
She felt herself slowly sinking into a state of sheer defenseless, helplessness as the shapely girl purposely continued her soft caresses. Warm thrilling responsive thrills built up in her tummy. Tingling sensations rippled across her skin as the hand continued its smoothing action of caressing intimacy on her tummy. Then she felt the palm slowly stroke over the hump of her mound. There was no mistaking the intention of the deliberate caress as the palm slowly stroked over the hump where her cunt joined her tummy.
Penelope gasped out loudly as she tried to sit up, but Jane pushed her back down with a gentle pressure of her hand. The air gasped out of Penelope's lungs as she collapsed back onto the bed. Sizzling heat waves built up inside her tummy as the hand rested deliberately now on the hump. No longer was the hand caressing in circular motions round and round. It remained stationed on her dress where the thrusting hump of her cunt mount pushed forward.
Penelope moaned helplessly as she felt the digits clasp down between her thighs and hold the twin lips of her cunt The middle finger was resting between the lips, and the fingers each side ran along the soft cunt lips themselves. Jane squirmed her fingers in a gentle movement and this caused Penelope to respond to a throbbing sensual heat wave of erotic sweetness that thrilled through her body.
"No Jane, please, darling." She sat up suddenly in a response of shock . ...
"No? Why no?" Jane asked her in a crisp voice.
"It's wrong. Very wrong."
"How can you say that? It was all right with Robert last night?" Jane cruelly reminded the shapely mother of what she had been discovered doing with her own son!
Penny shot her a look of bewildered confusion. This was getting very tricky. How could she indeed argue about what the young girl was doing, when she herself had had an illicit affair with Robert? Jane's fingers were still resting between the thighs of the trembling woman.
"Now relax ... lay back." She spoke as though to a child.
Chewing her bottom hp, Penelope sank back on the bed, her eyes staring at the ceiling.
She tried to collect her thoughts into a coherent pattern, but nothing would sift into place to give a reasonable pattern. All that she could be aware of was the softly squirming fingers at the juncture of her thighs pushing the dress into the cleft formed by her shapely thighs until she was aware of how relaxed her thighs were and how deeply the fingers were pressing down the line of her crotch.
Realizing that Penelope was not going to offer more than a token resistance, Jane depressed her hand deeper into the warm area between the woman's legs. The dress pressed deeper and deeper until it was pressed right home. The girl was well able to feel the soft valley'd lips of the woman's cunt now. She pressed her fingers harder against the dress and rubbed the sensitive area until Penelope was drifting along in a state of erotic sensuality. Just a little longer, the young vixen thought, and then, Miss Prim, get ready to really squirm!
She watched Penelope's face change from a relaxed condition to a serene countenance of sex-thrilled pleasure. By her face, Penelope was showing how deeply she was in a sexy state.
"Pull your dress up, darling." Jane spoke the words in a partial commanding tone and partly in a hinting tone.
"I-I-" Penny was about to object.
"Penelope-pull your damn dress right up to your waist" The words were coming as a hissing direction now.
Penny felt her fingers reacting accordingly. It was useless to protest or object This girl knew more tricks than a cart load of monkies. Penelope thought. She gripped the sides of her dress and eased it slowly up her thighs. Trembling shame waves trickled through her body as the whole of her legs became uncovered, and it was only Jane's hand that kept the dress covering the cunt area.
Jane reached forward with her free hand and jerked the dress up from beneath her own hand and was able to study the brief panties with the tights pulled up to Penny's waist. She could see the indent of Penny's navel. How smooth the skin was-her free hand stroked over the smooth plain as her right hand continued the closer intimacy with the thrusting mound of Penny's cunt. Except now, with the dress up out of the way, Jane's fingers could dip deeply into the love slot. She could see where the briefs and tights dipped between the emit lips now, the material showed where the ridge of Penny's cunt lips thrust up fully. Her fingers stroked down the center of the crease and a hissing, gasping sound escaped Penny's lips. Jane smiled softly as she stroked up and down in soft caressing motions, and she felt the hot, resulting heat escape the woman's helpless cunt area.
Penny's mouth, face and writhing body told a story of capitulating pleasure that was racking through her body now. Every nerve end seemed to be centering in a mass of pleasurable thrills drawn to a state of sheer delight by such a young girl
"Open your legs," she said.
Without thought to argue, the squirming woman spread her ankles to the pleasure of the smiling Jane--and Penny was helpless when she felt her tights and panties being eased down her thighs. She even lifted her bottom off the bed to abet the denuding ceremony!
When Jane had pulled the clothing down to the woman's dimpled knees, she sat looking down at the glistening moss between the spreading legs. Again, she reached forward and stroked the now very hot fleshy lips, soft, wet-the lips spread easily as Jane dipped her fingers between the shapely thighs and stroked until she felt the hot bud of Penny's clitoris, and when she touched the nipple of the clit, Penny thrust up in complete surrendering pleasure.
It was fantastic, sheer pleasurable and yet torturous ripples were speeding through her veins in hot messages of passionate need and deep hunger. As she moaned with incessant heat, Jane knew that she had the shapely and pretty woman exactly where and how she wanted her.
"Open your legs wider."
In immediate response the lovely thighs opened wide.
"Good ... now lift your knees."
Up they came, smoothly, pressing apart as though her very existence depended on obeying the commands of the attendant dominatrix.
Jane's sensitive finger tips found the sensuous bud of Penny's clitoris and she nipped it between her fingers.
"Like that?"
"Oh Lord ... yes ... yes ... yes , " the dominated woman gasped helplessly. "And ... this."
Jane's fingers rubbed the bud up and down as though she was masturbating a small prick.
"Yes ... darling ... ooooh ... yes," Jenny's mother gasped loudly as all hell seemed to be let loose in her quim.
Jane smiled wickedly now as she invaded the territory of Penny's cunt freely.
"I want you naked."
"Yes, Jane ... anything ... anything."
"Strip off ... right off my proud beauty."
Without permitting her to stand, Jane made the gasping woman strip whilst laying down. Her thighs shifted about constantly but always she yanked them open to let the clever fingers probe freely. And then she lay back, her body thrusting up in abandoned pleasure, in her stripped state, Penny was told to spread eagle. She did so in a thrilling response of almost masochistic delight.
Penelope began to enjoy the part she had to play, the part of being ordered about by the young girl!
"Turn over-let me see your bared ass."
Happily now, Penny turned over and presented her perfectly rounded hemisphered ass flesh. She felt the thrills renew as Jane's hands stroked freely over the gently jiggling flesh orbs.
"Now ... what is this for?" Jane parted the rounded rump.
"To-to spank."
"Or to thrash."
"Yesssssss ... anything," Penny moaned.
Jane's fingers stroked easily over the ripened flesh.
"I'm going to whip you, Penny. Before much longer, too. And as I whip this bottom, you are going to tell me that I am your mistress and that your body is mine. Understand? And you will behave in exactly the manner I prescribe. All the time. And furthermore, you are going to thrust this up-either touching your toes, or kneeling on the floor. Now, I want to see you playing with yourself. Turn over, legs apart. Now masturbate."
As the words of the dominant girl fused like a branding iron into her brain, Penelope felt sheer delightful thrills run through her. Never had her son or daughter managed to bring her to such a fine state of bliss. It felt marvelous, superbly shameful and humiliating to have this young, sweet and lovely girl commanding her into such a debased state of having to masturbate herself.
Her hand went down to the soft cunt lips and she plucked the lips open. Her eyes closed and then her right hand felt between the gorged mounds until she felt her clitoris responding to her own caresses. She stroked freely until the whole of her body was alive and thrill filled. Heat waves of tormenting passion erotica rippled through her body until she was writhing in a state of torturous eruption.
The pure fire of erotica took control as her mind forgot that the girl was there. She went into a world of pure sensuous passion heat and her stroking hand caused her body to throb in a wave of incessant pleasure.
Penelope shuddered out a full orgasm of hot milk juices. Her naked body writhed like a stung snake as her body responded to the trembling writhing of excessive release until she clutched her hand tightly in her crotch and rolled over in a taut ball on her side.
Despite the manner in which her body had been taken over by the younger girl, Penelope could only respond inwardly for the rest of the day to a strange feeling of thrilling sweetness. She was in a state of awe at the completeness of Jane's mastery over her body and the manner in which she had been made to respond. Although she was somewhat embarrassed at being made to behave like an obedient child, she still felt the warm tingling pleasure of sexuality whenever her mind turned to the events of the morning. The ache inside her was a thing she found enjoyable. The pure sensuousness of Jane's fingers playing with her erotic points caused her moments of traumatic thrills. Penelope was sure that there was more to come-lot's more. And each time she recalled the girl so she remembered the strength in her eyes and how dominantly Jane would study her.
She was still pleasantly thinking back over the strange manner in which Jane had so perfectly and fully wheedled her will over her, her eyes sparkling and her lips parted in erotic dreams, when she heard Robert going into the day bathroom.
Her mind immediately flashed onto her son, just like his father, and although only sixteen, he was well able to conjure up a state of tremendous power over women ... especially passive women.
"You in there mother?" she heard him call out in an impatient voice.
She called out that she was, but she did not move away from the mirror in which she studied her attractive reflection. In the mirror, she saw his head pop round the corner. There was no demeaning knock on the bedroom door for Master Robert, if she had been nude it would have made no difference to him, he would still have barged in.
"You look as though you've had an exciting time" he told her as his eyes narrowed so that he could study the lovely woman.
"What-what do you mean." She blushed a tinged hint of red.
"You look as though your body has just had a sexual going over."
"Robert," she gently admonished. "The things you do say!"
"It is rich, isn't it? You being all prim and proper. And yet you could be made to respond like a randy pro!"
He had sauntered into the room and stood behind the seated woman. He slipped his hand down the front of her loose blouse and fanned his fingers over the gentle, swelling, bare breast. He felt the tit respond in immediate reaction as the nipple started to thrust from the globe. His fingers toyed with her nipple so that in seconds, she was feeling a warm and responsive desire for him.
Robert let her tit get hard and swollen and then removed his hand. In the mirror he saw the disappointment flitter across her face.
"Who's been here today?" he wanted to know.
"Why? Nobody," she lied.
"Mother, that's a he," he half snarled. A tremor of fear rippled through her body.
"But ... but..." her eyes looked down in her abject shame. "Was it Jane?"
At first she remained still, then slowly nodded her head.
"I might have guessed it," he said. He had recognized that the visiting girl might be a challenge to his own power. It would have to be sorted out right away. He did not intend to give the reins of command over to a bloody girl-and only a visitor at that! I'll deal with you later, Mother. You know I hate you telling me lies."
Penelope again felt the tremor of fear ripple through her, but it was the type of tingle that she enjoyed! She watched Robert's back through the mirror as he went through the open doorway. Then her fingers went to her crotch to test the well-soaked crevice of her quim.
Robert stormed from the house and across the cobbled courtyard until he came to the stables.
He knew that Jane had made her way to the horses because he had seen her earlier. He looked through the tethering room and then saw her with Jenny, his sister. With a fixed purpose in his eye, he walked to the two girls. Jane turned round just as he reached her.
"Hello, Rob-" her voice was cut off in mid sentence. She was completely taken unawares as his left hand lashed out and gripped her wrist in his sadistic anger. With his right hand, he snatched a thin leather strap hanging on a stool post, and to her utter amazement and horror, he brought the lead down onto her thrusting breasts. The tight sweater she wore was no protection!
Jane tried to pull her entrapped wrist from his hand. She shrieked as the light blow landed on her globes. Then as she turned so her thrusting bottom was the target, she shrieked again, and again as the thin lash came down onto her bottom and her thighs. She was at a loss as to why she was being given this cruel chastisement Her thighs, bottom and her breasts was a hum with lash fire.
"Please-please ... please. No more ... stop ... stop ... ow ... ow . . ow ... ow." She squirmed and thrust about until he had given her some eight or nine well-placed stripes with the leather strap.
"Please, please-stop," she shrieked. And that is what he did. As suddenly as he begun. And Jane was standing there, lifting one foot then the other to help assimilate the fiery furnace in her body. Her eyes stung as her furious tears tried to break through her ducts. Her teeth were clenched tight as she slowly stopped her writhing movement.
"You got at my mother this morning."
"I-I didn't," she denied.
The lash came down again, across the thighs again. She had not been ready for the second time that day and again she shrieked in fury.
"You did. I've just left her."
Jane stopped the administrating attentions of her palms on her buttocks and she looked at him disbelievingly. She could not understand why Penelope had betrayed her like this. She could not possibly understand that Penelope's first loyalty was to her son!
"I-I did not get at her. Not in that way." Jane lied again and this time she was ready when he raised the thin lash.
"No-no more," she shrieked.
"You've a lot to answer for," he told her in a purposely threatening voice.
The girl blinked back her awe-filled fear of him as he advanced to where she stood She seemed mesmerized by him. And this was the very first time that Jane could admit to being sensuously cowed in anything that smattered of sexuality! She had to admit there and then that Robert was the boss of all three of them now. And although she had only felt a strong desire to dominate before, that position was slowly changing. Robert was definitely the one in charge, and because of his unattainable position of masterful power, there was no room for her at the top. She felt that she would have to be grateful for some small crumbs of pleasure at the bottom!
Jane blinked back at him as realization of her position came down like a wavelet over her. Trembling profusely, she continued to glare at the thin strap he held in his hands.
"You got at my mother this morning." He repeated the accusation.
"I-I did not exactly get at her," the shapely girl complained.
"Yes, you did. You discovered her and Jenny the night before getting their bottoms tanned ... and you took advantage of the knowledge."
His eyes were glaring at her. His anger seemed to overwhelm Jane, and yet the desperate plight that she had made for herself seemed to add to her pleasure!
"What have you got to say for yourself?"
She felt absurd just standing there accused, and expected to respond as though she was a prisoner in the dock. She felt that there was a miscarriage of justice somewhere! He was Penny's son and it was he who was carrying on, with his own mother. At least, Jane felt, she was a stranger in the house. How could he condemn her?
"Well?" he interrupted her thoughts.
"I don't think anything I say will serve any purpose." She let her angry tone retort.
"I think you ought to apologize to mother," he said.
"Me?" Jane snapped uncontrollably again.
"Yes-you." And again he slipped a light stroke with the leather strap.
"Stop doing that," she shrieked angrily as her hands smoothed down to the pain licking thighs.
Robert's eyes sparkled happily when he saw that he was producing an angry temper in her. As Jane became angrier, so she would become less careful of her attitude towards him. It would make it all the sweeter when he forced her capitulation.
Although she felt the misery of having to submit passively to Robert, Jane still felt small tingling ripples of pleasure going through her body at her own helplessness. She felt trapped by him and as his power exerted itself over her, Jane knew the sweet beginning of having to behave according to another person's whims. Her blood tingled in sizzling responses to the glaring eyes of her friend's brother and Jane thought she began to acknowledge how Jenny and
Penelope felt when the purposeful young man got going.
Robert felt pretty certain he could tame this girl. He badly wanted to-at the moment he had his pretty sister ready to do just about anything he demanded of her. His mother was tarred with the same brush, of masochistic hunger. And now, here was a matter requiring a different approach. A pretty and shapely girl, not masochistic to all events and purposes, but yet, one who seemed to desire to be dominated.
Robert had had enough experience of his mother and sister to know how best to deal with the proud and haughty, yet attractively curvy Jane. He recalled some of the things he and his sister and mother did together and let his eyes rove over the panting Jane, thinking how great it could be with her making up the trio of attractive statues of pulchritude to serve his peculiar whims.
Robert signalled to his silently waiting sister with a nod of his head. She left the stable and felt pleased that she was leaving the two of them in there. She was in no mood to have an example made of her bared bottom in front of Jane.
"All right, so we are alone. What was the idea of getting at mother?" he snarled.
"I-I just found her very attractive," Jane admitted weakly.
"And so you thought you could play my games with her," he sneered. "I-I-"
"It was blackmail," he told her in a quietly threatening voice.
"No, I did not mean it like that," she half whimpered.
Jane was desperately afraid of him now. He seemed to have grown in years. He was a definite threat to her as he stood before her cowering body. And still he had that damned strap in his hands hanging loosely from his fingers.
"There can only be one boss around here," he told her as his eyes narrowed meaningfully.
"I-I don't want to take your place," she said in a contrite and demeaning manner.
"I don't believe you," he sneered openly.
"I-I mean it-I don't," she told him desperately appealing, without knowing why she feared him so.
"If there is only one boss, what does that make everybody else? And that means you, too, sweetheart?" he snarled.
"It makes us-well, like ... well ... we are the-um-well-obedient ones, I suppose." Her face burned in her confused embarrassment
"Servants," he snapped. "What does that make you?"
"Servants," she whispered in an abject tone. "That's right ... and servants do as they are told, right?"
"Er ... yes, I suppose so," she gingerly admitted as her tummy turned into knots.
She looked up into his face when he approached the spot on which she leaned against the stable tethering post
"You get out of line, Miss High and Mighty and I'll tie you to this post with your wrists manacled up there. Then we'll see your tits jiggle-under the thrash of this."
He pushed the leather strap under her nose and she banged her head on the pole behind her as she withdrew from him in horror.
Jane had needed no special education to realize that Robert was a sadistic power-seeking youth, but the manner in which he unhesitatingly made his demands of her and let her know in no uncertain terms what he required of her left her in a breathlessly weak condition.
"How does the idea of having this brought down on your naked bottom strike you?"
Her eyes widened slightly as she flicked them over the leather strap immediately under her nose. Her face seemed to burn in shame and horror as his own eyes bored into her.
"Please." Her voice was hardly audible.
"Like it or not, you are going to feel it."
"No-no, please," Her quiet, disbelieving voice responded as a trembling ripple filled her body.
"And these."
His left hand swept down and Jane felt his palm close lightly over her sweater where her shapely, attractively rounded breast pushed forwards. She gasped but did not bring her hands up to protect herself. The sheer sensuousness of his hand squeezing her breast seemed to make her tit fill up with hot lava.
"Please ... Robert ... please," she choked.
I'm going to break you in, Jane, just like a wild young horse. And by the time I've finished with you, you will be so responsive that your own friends won't know you." He was breathing the words in clipped remarks that hit her ears like bullets. She swallowed the dryness from her mouth as her eyes studied his own staring orbs. She saw no respite there-only a harsh determination to have his words and demanding orders obeyed, by her!
Robert stepped back and studied the girl as she leaned back against the tethering post, her ripe young body was trembling slightly and her head was pressed back onto the post. If only she was tethered herself now, the whole thing would have been perfect Just to hear her begging and pleading ... and yet he knew that it would come.
"I want to see what you look like without those clothes," he told her in a steel firm voice.
Jane's mouth opened and closed without any resulting sounds of her voice. She just stood there trembling furiously.
"Now," he snapped.
"Oh, no ... please Robert ... please," she choked out miserably.
The leather straps came down and whipped round her shapely buttocks. She screamed as the unexpected pain ripped through her.
He smiled when he saw her start to lift the hem of her sweater.
"All right-but please..." her eyes looked at the leather strap with awe and respect
Robert let a smile curl at his lips and he sat down on a low crossbar. Her shapely, young tits jiggled free when she pulled the sweater from her upper torso. Her eyes pleaded with him and she saw only harsh unreactive response there. As her teeth worried her lower lip, Jane struggled with the brassiere clasp in the center of her back. Her eyes rarely left the strap although her head refused to get into a perspective of ice cold clarity. She felt that she was being punished by him for trespassing on the sexual side of his relationship with his mother.
Robert studied at last the softly curved and very attractive pair of tits that pushed out in full roundness from Jane's chest. Her bosom was a perfect pair of symmetric globes that jiggled fully with the slightest of movement from her body. The nipples were already responding to the cool air surrounding the sensitive spheres of flesh.
"All the way."
"But Robert, please," she choked as she looked wildly about her ... in such a public place too? But her gesture left her off guard. It was not harsh, but she jerked with a shriek when the leather strap caught her unprepared and unprotected tits. The fire line ran through them as the skin burned along the line where the strap had struck her.
"I will broach no arguments."
Her breath was catching in her throat as she realized just how much of a demon this boy could be. Her tits rested in her hands as though to form a shield over them. Then she writhed as he struck again. Not harshly, but with a certain vigor that caused her to lack and jerk in response to the fire filled line that the leather strap planted on her body.
"Stop ... ow ... ow ... ow..." Her body told him, as did her eyes and voice, that his leather strap was again causing her to get angry. All for the better, he thought
"Strip down," he snapped at her and held the strap threateningly.
"No ... please ... no more," she hastily dipped her thumbs to the waistband of her skirt. "I'm undressing ... I'm undressing," she hastily assured him.
Robert smiled contentedly, with more than a trifle victory in his smile as he watched the lower garment slipping to the floor.
Jane looked up at him when she was only dressed in panties.
"Please, Robert," she whispered.
Then her fingers were hurriedly pushing the flimsy garment down her shapely thighs. Then, very, very red-faced, deeply aware of her shame and embarrassment, Jane stood naked before her tormentor. One hand was across her chest, and the other hand was thrust tightly against the pubic bush of her belly as one leg pulled tightly across the other.
Robert could only smile at her vanity and complete shameful exhibition.
"Just like my sister and mother," he sighed in an exaggerated manner of exploding breath from his lungs. "They were like you ... at first ... but they behave differently now. I have them groveling and begging for it" He told Jane something that she already knew.
"Come here." He stabbed his finger at a spot before his half seated body.
Jane's eyes flickered in tormented fear as she paced the steps towards him. Her hands stayed where they were. Her lips were trembling visibly as she stood immediately before him. Despite her fear and shame, the verbal rape of her self-respect and dignity were causing her a degree of pleasure. "Turn round."
For a full thirty seconds, Jane just stared down at his upturned face. Her head had started to shake from side to side as though in argument against him. But his right hand made a movement reluctantly. And so, so slowly Jane turned round to present the smoothest of buttocks to his eagerly feasting eyes.
Now Robert knew that his mother had a marvelous pair of legs and thighs ... with the superb jutting buttocks. But this shapely blonde Jane was a perfectly rounded symmetry of pleasure. The smooth skin of her perfectly rounded ass was pearly smooth and creamy. The thighs on which her buttocks rested were really shapely and almost long. He reached out and stroked the strap down over the perfect ass. He saw her orbs pull together as though to protect themselves from him. She still refused to voluntarily remove her hands from the front of her body. But this did not worry Robert right now. He would train her.
And she was well worth the effort, he thought. Jane felt his body move against hers and started to turn round in response. "Face the other way," he warned her with a growl. She checked her movement and continued to face the opposite wall. He stood to one side slightly back so that she could not see him. The tension between them was awful for her. The sting across her bare ass was well implanted before she heard the whistle of the strap, and how she writhed!
Robert watched with derisive pleasure as her torso thrust about in response to the terrible burning sting he had put there. Her hands deserted the tender task of covering her breasts and cunt mound. They gripped the shapely swell of her buttocks and then her body was writhing freely about the stable. Lord-ie, but it stung so terribly.
Her voice protested loudly as she whooshed and hissed in responsive angry heat. But she had made the mistake of turning her back on him. She felt her hands suddenly held in a vice-like grip of his fingers. And both her wrists were thrust high up her back. The sharp pain screaming through her shoulders caused her to cry out in protest. She realized that the best method to avoid unnecessary pain in her arms or shoulders was to remain still, despite the undignified positioning of her forced bending over body.
"Please ... Robert ... you are hurting me," she gasped as he forced her hands hard and fully up her back.
"And this is only the beginning," he hissed at her.
She could offer no resistance at all when she felt the thin noose being slipped over her wrists. She felt the tightened noose pulling her hands tightly together. Then Robert threw the end of the rope over a cross section bar. It was an easy matter for him to secure the rope into place. Then he walked round to the front at the helplessly bending Jane. Her wrists were pulled tightly up her back and the tied rope ensured she remained in the required position. Her breasts thrust forward most attractively and she could not move as she felt his hands close over the softly rounded orbs. Her gasps were the only protest she dare make ... her naked body was too vulnerable.
"Open your thighs," he ordered her in a quiet, cool voice.
"Please, Robert," she whined.
The refusal was tantamount to a refusal. He seemed to sigh in patient sorrow at her continued resistance. Then he disappeared behind her.
That plea caused Jane to have ten minutes of pure hell. At thirty second intervals, her naked, unprotected backside was beaten with the strap. It was not cruelly applied, but it was a fiery sting that added to her abject shame. The whistling strap descended twenty four times in all and each time caused a renewed sliver of pain together with a light scream from her mouth as her head jerked backwards in reaction.
He walked round to the front of the girl again. She was trying to squirm away from her bonds.
"Open your legs, Jane." He repeated the order with an even cooler voice as though he was quite prepared to continue all night. Awkwardly, obedient, Jane slowly opened her legs.
"Wider, Jane.. , lots wider."
"Robert, please, I implore you not to do this to me," she choked out
Her body was arching as her mouth shrieked. The strap was again falling onto her writhing bottom. The sting carried the added degrading thought that he was able to do this to her at his own pleasure. She had only pleaded with him and he had seen fit to renew the thrashing of her body. Again he came to the front this time, his face was benignly happy!
"Open your legs wide, Jane."
This time, her legs yanked widely apart!
She kept her thighs widely spaced as his hand stroked over her pubic mound. Then his fingers dipped into the twin-lipped flesh of her cunt. His middle finger ran freely through the pinky hot slit until he felt the hard knob of her clit thrusting wildly against his digit. He rubbed her clitoris until the whole of her cunt was wet and hot in delicious reaction. His face remained grimly calm and cool.
He only rubbed her intimately and possessively for several minutes, but she was panting and writhing against his finger as her randy lava built up to a steaming, heated pitch in her tummy. Then he released the hanging rope, although he kept the noose retaining the locked binding round her wrists. She straightened her back slowly. Her voice made a gasping sound when he pulled her elbows together. He placed a restraining strap round her elbows and then turned her round to face him. Her tits thrust out proudly and she gritted her teeth when he stroked the palms of his hands over the rubbery hard orbs.
"Legs open!"
Her reddened face was the only objection she made!
He stared into her eyes as his fingers caressed her cunt again. His finger dipped slowly into her hot cunt passage and she moaned as sensuous pleasures filled her body.
"Now ... lean back over the tethering rail."
Jane felt the bar pressing into her buttocks and then she was bending backwards. The tied position of her arms did not help, but then her body was bowed back. He untied her wrists and elbows. She was too tired of protesting and getting her backside tanned for her trouble. She made no further complaint when he stretched her like a backward bending cross in spread-eagled fashion. Strangely enough, Jane was surprised to feel a sense of thrilling pleasure go through her when he tied her ankles wide apart with her ass resting on the bar.
Robert studied the shapely figure of Jane stretching backward helplessly. He pulled down his zipper and took out his hot, throbbing and aching prick. He stepped between her thrusting thighs and pressed the end of his prick into the hot slot. As he looked down he eased forward to watch the bone hardness of his erection slipping easily into the hot lubricated groove of her cunt. A long hissing sound escaped her lips as the tight channel gripped him. Slowly, definitely without hurrying or loss of control, he pushed the hard length of his cock into her aching and eager quim. She shivered in spasms of erotic responses as he thrust deeply into her body.
The changing shape of her cunt fascinated him as it changed shape with the alternating action of pumping in and out ... and then he suddenly felt her body tighten as small drops of liquid escaped her. The flood built up to a massive orgasm as Jane released her own juices under the steady pumping action of his prick. Shuddering against the tight bonds, Jane could only scream in tormented pleasure as her very real passion throbbingly flooded from her cunt And then he was pumping his own white sperm deep into her greedy womb.
It was some fifteen minutes later that she was able to pull her panties only over her lower body.
"You understand Jane ... never ... never argue."
"Yes, Robert, I understand," the blushing girl told him.
"No matter who is there, no matter what I tell you to do!"
"I-I agree. From now on-you're-you re boss!" she admitted demurely.
"And remember it especially when I parade the three of you, Mother, Jenny and you tomorrow night Just like the Shrew, Jane. You will offer no argument ... nor anything that might suggest you have any objection to what I am demanding of you."
"No, Robert ... I promise."
He gave her ass a spank as she walked passed him and then she was hastening to the house. She cast furtive glances about her as her legs sped across the narrow yard. She only had her panties on! Anybody might see her!
CHAPTER THREE
The following night, a wide-eyed Jane was taken into the large bedroom by Robert. Both Penelope, his mother, and Jenny, his sister were there. Each of the pretty women looked uncomfortable when he brought Jane into the room.
Tonight, Mother, and you Jenny, we are going to play our favorite tableau ... the reversal of our relationship. That is, you and Jenny are. Jenny will be Mother, and you Mother, will be the daughter! As usual, I shall referee and come in at different moments."
When Robert spoke like this, he meant to infer that only the Mother and his sister would play the game. He would only get involved when his prick got so sore and aching, that he would just have to have a place to put it ... and if he thought that either of the women were shirking in their effort to please him, then he would intervene and offer some straight forward advice, in his usual forthright manner. Both Penelope and Jenny left the room.
"All right, Jane, strip right off."
Jane knew better now than to argue ... She stood before him and stripped down to her skin.
"Sit next to me ... I might let you join in-if you behave yourself."
Red faced, still feeling the tremors of shameful reaction, Jane sat next to the dominant son. Jenny came into the room first, dressed in a chick mini-dress and Jane saw that the neck line cut low enough to permit a view of the ample tits that were displayed perfectly. And then Penelope came into the bedroom. Jane's eyes seemed to burn at the exquisite beauty of the woman but now transformed into a very short mini-type gym slip. She was dressed as a girlish daughter of Jenny.
"You're late, Penelope." Jenny pretended anger as she studied her wristwatch.
"I'm sorry, Mummy," Penelope replied. "I went to Mary's to pee ... teacher would not let me go this afternoon, said I was pretending."
"Have you wet your panties?"
"No, Mummy," Penelope managed to blush.
"Let me see."
Penelope stood obediently with her legs parted as Jenny made a great thing of "feeling" the crotch of the tightly fitting navy blue panties.
"I don't know," Jenny said uncertainly. "I think you had better take them off and show me."
With obvious school girlish reluctance, Penelope slipped her panties off. Jane's eyes studied again the hot spot between Penelope's legs as the woman faced the audience to remove her panties and by doing so gave Jane and Robert a perfect view of her slot.
"Now let me feel."
Penelope opened her legs again and this time she felt the distinct linger of her daughter's hand as Jenny slipped the palm backwards and forwards over the soft lips letting the cunt kiss her hand gently. Then she felt Jenny slip two fingers into her cunt and a quiver of thrilling pleasure rippled through the mother. Jenny smiled to herself when she saw her mother's reaction to the soft caresses. So she deliberately continued, until Penny's face was a burning crimson.
Robert watched eagerly as his mother responded to the lecherous handling of her daughter. He knew that Penelope must not move until Jenny had satisfied herself.
"Lift your skirt, I do believe you are wet" Jenny pretended crossness.
Obediently, her mother lifted the short micro skirt. Her bottom and cunt mound were now bared.
"Legs wider, I can't feel to see if you are wet."
Penelope was in a state of sheer sensuous thrilling pleasure by now. Again she had sunk to the point where she was putty in her daughter's and son's hands. Her cunt was being stroked to a pitch of sheer delight.
"Switch back to your natural selves," Robert told them suddenly.
This merely meant that they were no longer acting their parts, but Penelope did not drop the skirt.
"You like this Mummy ... don't you?"
"Yes ... yes, darling," she croaked back.
"You are wet ... aren't you Mummy."
"Lordie ... yes ... yes ... yes. . . "
"And that's naughty isn't it, Mummy."
"Very naughty, darling."
"So what must happen, Mummy?"
"I must have my naughty bottom spanked, darling." Penelope said helplessly.
Ice and heat seemed to ripple through Jane's body as she stared wide eyed at the two "playing" before her. She saw Jenny sit down on a high-backed chair and direct the "erring" mother over her lap. The perfectly shaped buttocks of Penelope were facing Robert and the naked Jane. And then Penelope squirmed and wriggled as Jenny methodically spanked each cheek to change the shapely ass into a red area of heated pain.
After a second spanking, Jenny told her mother to strip right off and then to stand in a corner with her hands on her head. And to Jane's utter confused surprise, this is exactly what the shapely Penelope did. Pure shock waves of lechery went through Jane's bared body. Robert leaned over and whispered into her ear for some minutes and she grew hot and excited.
"All right, Jenny. Jane's joining in a new game. You and Mother are to take the parts of Anglo Saxons. Some time before Christ. Jane is a spoiled Roman child, and her mother has bought you two at the slave market You agree that the slaves in the Roman market were well taught how to respond to authority. You do know, don't you mother?" he asked as his red-faced mother turned round.
"Yes, yes, of course, Robert," she replied in her soft voice.
"And you, Jenny," he snapped at his sister. "Yes, Robert ... of course."
"Ten minutes ... and then be ready. I think it would be best if you two stripped right off-and you Jane got dressed."
Although Jenny and Penelope were actually uncomfortable and disturbed at the latest turn of events, Jane was in her natural element. This enactment would be as natural as Sin to her. She grinned openly and wolfishly when she returned and saw Penny and her daughter in a state of nakedness.
The fact that Jane was dressed only enhanced the nakedness of the two other women.
"Kneel before your mistress Anglo Saxons," she snapped as soon as she entered the room.
Penelope went down before the newly acquired regal majesty of the schoolgirl.
"So my mother has bought you two for me. Let me inspect her purchases."
She tapped Jenny on the shoulder with the riding crop she carried hung on her wrists.
Jenny stood up and her eyes showed her inner excitement despite the redness of her blushing face.
Jane enjoyed the part she had been given. She made Jenny stretch her arms towards the ceiling and then opened her ankles. "And how to your buttocks respond to the chastising instrument ... hm?" She brought the crop down with a whistling hum. Jenny jumped when she felt her shapely ass burn in response.
"Oh, yes, very good."
She stood the young girl before the kneeling mother.
"Kiss your daughter ... here..." She tapped the end of the riding crop against the soft-haired mound of Jenny's cunt.
Penelope edged her knees forward to the point where her knees pressed into the carpet at her daughter's feet. Jane smiled mischievously as she watched the passion-excited face of the pretty mother, her lips pursed to kiss the soft swollen mound of her daughter's cunt. Jenny had to physically suppress the low moan that built up in her throat as the pressure of her mother's lips pressed hard against her cunt lips. She spread her thighs slightly trying not to make it too noticeable that she was aiding the intimate act at all.
Penelope felt the relaxed pressure of her daughter's thighs against her chin and her head slipped in lower so that her lips could really contact the throbbing nipple of Jenny's clitoris. When she felt the knob of flesh against her sensitive lips, Penny sucked the sweet bud into her mouth. Jenny gasped and automatically her thighs spread as she gasped down at the dipping head of her mother.
"Lick it, Mummy ... lick me ... oooooh ... yes ... yes . . yes ... yes ... yes..." Her mouth mewed the encouraging words as her body tingled and trembled in excited reaction to the licking tongue.
The kneeling mother slipped her tongue along the soft pinky smooth lips of her daughter's hot love slot until she was able to tongue caress easily along the whole of the excited gash. Jane saw how the girl was trembling at the knees. She pushed a backless stool behind Jenny and pressed her bottom onto the seat As she sat down, the lovely girl spread her thighs open unashamedly. Penny's head bent thoroughly to her task now as she found the passion snatch opened wide before her. Her hands came up and she gripped the hips of her seated daughter. As far as she was concerned, the others could have been miles away. There was nobody here now except she and her daughter Jenny.
She tasted the slightly salty excitement starting to ooze from Jenny's quim. Her tongue wriggled against the hot slot and to Jenny's delight, the tip of the tongue started to slip into her cranny hole.
"Ohhh! AGHHHHH! Harder! Harder!"
Her head started to respond to the gentle teasing of her mother's tongue. Penny's mouth opened wider and wider so that she was able to get as much of the love nest as possible into her gasping mouth. Jenny felt the imprint of teeth surrounding her quim and slowly she eased her body backwards, farther and farther until she was settled back like a tautly-strung bow across the chair. Her tummy faced the ceiling and Jane could see the taut skin as it stretched tightly over the smooth plains of Jenny's tummy. The hairy nest of Jenny's pubis area was visible over the upper hp of Penelope as the mother leaned forward in a greedy gesture to trap the juices.
As her excitement grew, so Jenny's legs slowly rose until they were over her mother's shoulders. Her thighs now entrapped the woman's face in a slight grip of embrace.
Exciting waves of pleasure rippled up and down Jenny's cunt hole and passage. The tongue had settled down to a steady rhythm of pumping, licking actions now. As she felt her quim lips being opened and closed by the action of the attendant tongue, Jenny felt the oozing juices flooding from her quim slot.
Jane smiled down at the pair of Sapphic lovers, Jenny wriggling her hips just slightly and Penelope making soft noises of contented suckling as her mouth licked and sucked the lava of her daughter's hole.
And then Jenny was wriggling furiously in fierce acknowledgment of the orgasm escaping her tummy. The girl tried to wriggle free of the busy mouth of her mother but Penelope would have none of it!
The kneeling woman reached up and held the writhing hips in a grip of terrible strength ... a sound of pure delight escaped Jenny's mouth as the oils of Saphho spread from her hot cunt and flooded into Penelope's mouth.
"OOOOOOOOHI MUMMY ... MUMMY! MY-MY-MY CUNTY ... MY CUNTY ... LICK ME ... SUCK ME ... MAKE YOUR TONGUE FUCK ME HARDER ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... PLEASE!" she shrieked as she tried to escape the constant torment of her mother's thrusting tongue. Her head went crazily from side to side in abject reaction to the thrills burning through her, and then she lay still as her mother's mouth moved from the hot red spot of her crotch.
Jane just had to let them go out and clear their minds of the sheer erotica of their action together ... Jenny first and then Penny ... Jenny to bathe her cunt and clear her head and Penny to clean her mouth and clear her breath!
They had refreshment then ... It was unique. Robert the son sat with Jane, Jenny and Penelope, still stark naked. Then, because Jenny had been satisfied, they told the mother to go upstairs and rest. Penelope was particularly pleased to have an hour or so to herself to recover from the attentions she had been forced to give her daughter's quim!
Once they were alone, Jenny was told that she could do the washing up.
"Robert, why don't you undress?" Jane's eyes sparkled.
"I will, if you like."
"It's something I want Jenny to do."
"What's that?" he started to remove his clothes.
"I want her to be bound ... just like a proper Roman slave-girl ... and then I want to see her make oral love to your prick."
"She's done that often enough." He shrugged his shoulders.
"After you have put it in her ass?" Jane smiled.
Robert let a smile spread slowly over his face. "I don't think I have ever fucked my sister's ass before."
"Then it is high time that you did. Make her suck your prick first, then ... into her ass. And then she can suck it afterwards."
"I can't see her going on that," he told the girl doubtfully.
"Want to bet?"
Jane let the riding crop swing idly through the air as she looked at him.
"No-but she's a determined girl when she wants to be."
"Then it will make it all the better having to encourage her to think a right, won't it?"
Jane swung the crop menacingly. "We shall see."
Robert liked the idea very much, but he thought that Jenny would rather be beaten black and blue rather than suck his shit covered prick.
When the naked, attractive Jenny returned to the main room, she looked demurely at her best.
"Jenny, I want you to go on your knees before your brother."
Jane's commanding tone was crisp and dominating. Jenny felt the shudder of pleasurable terror ripple through her body.
Puzzled, she slipped to her knees before the almost naked figure of Robert.
"Ease his pants down."
It was the only garment that Robert wore..
Jenny's fingers trembled as she uncovered her brother's rigid erection.
'Take his member in both hands."
Still responding to the sweetest of thrills, Jenny reached up and held the palms of both hands round his throbbing prick.
"Kiss it ... gently."
Jane's voice had the edge of warning that was not lost on the kneeling girl. Her lips pressed softly to the turgid red, glistening end of her brother's prick. Her lips formed the smallest of Vs' and she gently pressed her lips against the flanged end.
"Play with it."
Jenny's hands slipped up and down slowly. The bone hard erection became a really jiggling piece of muscle.
"Tongue out ... right out."
Jenny had no objection whatsoever to sticking her tasting organ right out to lick the hard knob of sensuous muscle.
The prick rested on her wet tongue. Jane made her wriggle her tongue about so that it excited the hardened phallus. Then she was licking it in long sensuous strokes from the balls right along the sensitive underside to the heated hard knob.
"Suck."
With the snapping command, Jenny opened her mouth to a much, much bigger V and let the rod slip into her receptive wet, warm mouth cavern. The hard bolt of flesh slipped over her tongue and then she licked it furiously round and round, her spittle increased so that she swallowed, constantly tasting the salty heat juices of her brother's passion.
Slowly, she started the natural action of bobbing her head backwards and forwards so that she could stimulate the fucking action of a cunt. She tightened her curling tongue round the delicious prick. Her lips tightened to form a locking clasp of elasticized flesh. Her hands crept round the side of his hips and then fanned out over his boyish buttocks. Her head started to spin in crazy erotic thoughts and thrilling pleasure. And every so often, she would let his hardened phallus slip into her throat fully so that the muscles of her throat stretched taut to accept him. Then she would leave it there as long as she could without having to breathe. At the very last second she would ease her head off and breathe, lick his strapping organ and then suck him in again. It became so delightful and delicious that he did not want to remove it to thrust it up her ass, but he had promised Jane that was what he would do so...
"Let him go," Jane snapped.
Jenny was so surprised to have her work interrupted that she blinked her eyes as though to focus her brain to her latest command. She removed her mouth and saw how her brother's prick glistened with her administrating wetness.
"Now stand up!"
It must have been the ominous threat in Jane's voice that made the girl shudder as she stood naked before them. Turn around!"
Puzzled, Jenny responded by presenting the soft smooth cheeks of her bottom.
"Hold the cheeks of your ass."
She reached behind her in obedient response, each palm held a cheek.
"Show us your hole."
Jane's voice was coolly commanding. Jenny's face reddened furiously as she found herself easing the cheeks of her ass wide apart.
"Bend."
Jenny really did feel the spasms of contrite responses ripple through her. That's better."
She had bent slowly, not too far at first, but she gradually realized that she must bend right over. She was now bending over the stool; her knees bent, so Jane made her kneel down. "Hands over the stool ... thrust this out at us." The younger girl smiled.
Jenny responded by giving them a perfect view of her superbly rounded ass cheeks. The gorge between the buttocks cheeks spread wider as she bent harder. Then her hole was just visible. Jane walked to where Jenny's head was at the other side of the stool then leaned forward herself so that she could grip the softly, but taut-skinned rounded cheeks of the waiting girl's ass. She pulled both cheeks hard until they were well and truly parted. The button of smoothly pink elastic flesh was easily visible. Robert ran his finger softly down the length of his sister's ass cheeks.
She gasped as she felt the soft tickling the end of his finger produced inside her crevice.
Robert knelt behind her and held his hard, aching prick. The throbbing muscle seemed to strain toward his sister's ass hole.
"What-what-what are you going to do?"
The gasping voice of Jenny filtered into the silent room.
"Be quiet ... you are going to have your ass fucked," Jenny snapped.
"Oh no! Robert! No," she gasped and thrust herself upright and placed both hands to her ass.
"Oh, yes," Jenny was told.
"I-I don't want to!"
"Pity! Now ... bend!"
"No ... please, Robert ... tell her I don't have to," she cried.
As she was looking round at her brother, she did not see the crop coming down towards her breasts. She yelped as a light crisp stroke caught her magnificent tits.
"Oooh! No! No!" she shrieked.
Her hand flew to her front, and as she thrust herself about, she felt her head gripped in Jane's hands. She was pulled down hard over the stool now, and her ass felt the licking heat of the crop. She shrieked and cried out each time the crisp thing lashed across her. But she tired first and begged Jane to cease.
"No more argument?" Jane asked.
"No, I swear it." she responded.
"And you will suck his prick after he has screwed your ass?"
"Oh, please, Jane," Jenny cried out in desperate pleadings. Then she cried in earnest. The crop continued to exact the desired promise.
"All right ... all right ... I will ... I will ... I promise," she choked
"Really and truly swear?"
Jane smiled down at the freshly writhing Jenny. Then she looked at the smiling Robert.
"Her ass and mouth are all yours," she said in a soft voice.
Robert again speared the end of his prick at the tight hole of his sister's ass. He jabbed the glistening end against the elastic tight ring of her ass mouth. Then he started to push forward. Her virgin ass would not give a centimeter.
"It's ... it's no good," he gasped.
"Wait a minute." Jane was not going to be robbed of this spectacle.
She returned with a jar. Robert watched as the dominant Jane slipped two fingers into the vaseline and then stroked it along the tight ass crevice of Jenny's cheeks while he held the orbs of moon flesh open wide. Then he watched as Jenny's ass seemed to open when Jane's fingers pressed the cream into the tight hole. He watched Jane's fingers disappear deeply into the tight ass hole. And as she moved them about inside her rectum, Jenny groaned.
"Right, try it now."
He saw how the creamy hole glistened. Watching Jane had given a new impetus to his prick. He held it against the tight hole and pressed ... He was not surprised to see her ass open and close quickly over him.
The tightness of her ass ring gripped him. He held it there for a while letting the full sensitive feelings return to the flanged end of his prick. His hands ran freely over his sister's superb buttocks as he studied the pole of his erection sticking into her. Then he slipped in slightly, easing himself only a small bit at a time. Each time he moved into her, Jenny gasped. She felt as though she was going to split in two. The ramrod hardness of her brother's prick was easing ever deeper into the virgin territory of her ass and she could not make up her mind whether she liked it or not.
His pubic hair tickled her ass cheeks and her inner, tight, rubbery ass passage seemed to ripple against the invading prick flesh of its own vohtionl He started the motion of fucking her by withdrawing slowly at first. His prick remained impaled inside her ass until she started squirming her hips in response to the strangely sweet thrills rippling up and down her rectum. Then the tickling waves spread deeper to include her cunt. So within seconds, Jenny was writhing and pressing back at him. Her mewing mouth told him that her ass was enjoying this treatment. He fucked harder ... harder ... and harder. Then she really bucked backward. She threw her ass in a writhing reaction to the sexual heat of his erect prick inside her. Why hadn't this happened before? Perhaps if her mother wore a dildo, she would fuck her in the butt. And at least, she would not have to suck it afterwards ... She began to look forward with pleasure to when the throbbing prick would come from her ass ... and for the first time she would have chocolate with her cream!
