At forty-six I was able to sell up my business and retire to live on the proceeds of my former labors, which, with care, should see me comfortably through to the end of my life.
I have been lucky in avoiding the snares of marriage, though this is not say I haven't enjoyed more than my fair share of feminine company. In fact, I started my sex-life at a very early age with a handsome middle-aged woman who had a liking for young boys who had been at school with my mother, and from her I had learned a surprising amount of erotic knowledge, and lost whatever respect I had for women up to my twelfth year.
I shall always be grateful for the thorough training she gave me in the delights of physical rapture and feminine psychology, which had never been a mystery to me. She told me that women were motivated purely by their sex instincts, which alone ordered their lives and controlled their actions, all else being airs, graces and top dressing to confuse their opposite number.
Prue and mother remained friends through their schooldays, teenage, courting and marriage and Prue was happily married and the mother of five children, only one of whom was younger than me. She and mother exchanged visits to each other's home fairly regularly so that Prue was as familiar to me as my own mother and seemed to have taken a liking to me from the time I was a baby in arms, which made her conduct all the more reprehensible, but, perhaps, understandable, and she told me she had been watching me since I was ten years old and waiting her chance to get me for herself.
It happened one afternoon, I had a dose of flu, but had been allowed up for the first time in two weeks and Prue knew I had been ill and apparently saw her chance, for she appeared just after mother and I had finished a late dinner. She asked after me and they talked awhile, then mother happened to mention that she had some shopping to do but couldn't leave me alone. This was Prue's cue and she seized it, she said he was free till after half past four and would stay with me while Joan, (mother) did her shopping and she needn't hurry back, she, Prue, had brought her knitting along ...
Expressing her gratitude, mother got her hat and coat on, and, armed with her baskets, confidently set out and left me alone in the house with her friend.
I was in pajamas and soft slippers, with a blanket around me, sitting in one of the armchairs before a good fire, and Prue sat opposite me in the other chair and took her knitting out of her bag. She put on her shell framed spectacles and looked comfortable and motherly.
As I've said, Prue was a handsome woman and hardly looked her forty-seven years, marriage had matured her, but she still had a good, if somewhat bosomy figure, which had vaguely intrigued me at odd moments recently, perhaps because she had deliberately but unobtrusively made me notice it, the way a woman can, without mother suspecting anything. Be that as it may, I presently found myself stealing sly glances across at her well fleshed, but shapely legs, and I remember that she had on sheer black nylons, a full skirted, flowery cotton dress that I noticed buttoned down the front. She had a double string of pearls, whether imitation, or cultured I don't know, but they did draw my attention to her smooth creamy neck and deep patch of bare skin that gave at the base a hint of the deep valley between her large breasts.
She apparently became immersed in her knitting and kept her eyes on her flashing fingers, which were very adroit and the long red plastic needles clicked and moved like oars, at lap level. Her absorption left me comparatively free to look at her legs, which she had somewhat apart to make a lap, and it happened that I was in the chair that had its back to the living room window, so that the bright sunlight streamed into the room from behind me and lit her up so clearly that I could make out the tiny weave of her smooth black nylons and see the tint of her skin through them. She had nice knees and full calves, then they tapered down at quite slim ankles. She was wearing black court shoes with slender long heels and the tendons in her feet showed faintly.
After a while she slid lower in her seat and. unintentionally, or deliberately her skirts stayed put under her, her behind sliding down, then she swung her knees further apart to tauten her lap perhaps and suddenly I realized that the view my eyes had been prying to penetrate between her knees, was flankly open to mel. Her underskirt was pink with lace around the hem, the black bands of her stocking tops ended about midway up her plump thighs, beyond, only faintly shadowed were her pink, short legged panties, and between the soft puckers caused by the elastic round the legs the pillars of her thighs were white and naked.
The sight caused my heart to start thumping like the beating of native drum, my mouth went dry and I felt an intense gratitude towards her for what, as I thought, she was unwittingly letting me see.
Mother and my two older sisters were too careful and modest about keeping their skirts down over their knees when sitting around, so this delightful revelation I was privileged to see had the inevitable effect on me and to my secret gratification, my young cock became as stiff as a poker and, though I was too occupied feasting my eyes under Prue's skirts, I felt it find the gap in my pajama trousers and stick out, then, hardly aware of what I was doing, I too slid down in my chair seat and let the blanket folds slip apart. I sprawled opposite her with quite half of my cock exposed, half scared, yet half hoping she would look up and see it, with what object I had no idea, it was purely instinctive, but when nothing happened I slyly slid my hand over my groin and lightly took the end of my cock between finger and thumb and began slowly, and lasciviously to move the end of my foreskin up and down, secretly hoping that the movement, slight though it was, might attract her attention to it.
Then, when she failed to lift her eyes from the flashing needles, I said, and was startled at the croak my voice made in the silence.
"Aunty Prue, you're showing your panties ... "
"Am I," she said, at last lifting her eyes, but remaining just as she was, "Oh! you naughty boy, what are you doing to yourself. . ? Oh ... Oh ... I'd no idea you were growing up, have I made you feel like that.. ? "
"Yes, it's lovely, I've never seen up a woman's skirts before. I've seen up a girl's, though, at school, but, gosh, Aunty, you've got lovely big thighs ... "
"Well dear, I'm a woman ... Oh. it's making me feel a little queer ... Oh! don't," she exclaimed as I pulled the skin right down, "it's like a Belishar bacon, but all red and shining and wet ... Oh, you naughty, wicked boy, put it away at once, it's rude to show it like that, what would your mother say.. ? "
"You won't tell her?" I pleaded anxiously.
"No, silly boy, of course not," she looked at it and smiled faintly, "why are you showing it to me.. ? "
"I ... Oh, I don't know, aunty, I just want to, that's all ... I thought for a moment, then blurted out, "perhaps it's because I want you to show me yours ... Will you.. ? Can I, can I come over to you and look inside your panties.. ? "
"Certainly not, you naughty boy, besides, it might make you feel sick, I've had five children and it's ugly, but ... Oh dear, I feel so weak." she moaned, dropping her arms over the sides of the chair arms and letting her knitting fall to the floor. "Please don't try to look, I haven't the strength to stop you if you did ... Oh dear, how long and stiff your cock is, how red and swollen it is at the end, it makes me feel faint ... "
Emboldened by the slumped way she sprawled in her chair with her arms out of the way, and the way her legs were trembling, I slid out of the enfolding blanket and for a moment felt dizzy and slightly sick, then the singing in my head subsided and my vision cleared, I lurched across the intervening space and went down on my knees, kneeling between her spread feet and open knees. She let her head fall back, then closed her eyes, then I found my fingers trembling working at the row of buttons up her dress. I can't think why I did this, instead of lifting her skirts ...
The skirt part was easy, but up above the waist the bodice was tight and I had some difficulty forcing the large white buttons from their holes, but I worked up and I trembled more violently as my wrists pressed against the pushing mounds of her breasts, then the top button came undone and I spread her dress apart like a coat and gazed entranced at her silky-pink, slip-sheathed body. The neck was a lot lower than that of her frock and exposed a deep expanse of bare chest with a deep nick down the middle, all milky white and veiny.
I pulled the front away and peered down inside, only to see her straining brassiere as her tits surged to her deep, fast breathing. Looking up, I saw her face was paler, her nostrils were flared and her ripe, full mouth hung open to show the rows of her false teeth. She smelled sweaty and faintly musky, but the smell was almost the same as the way my wet cock smelled. I was half crazed with the sights and smells of her, and frustrated by her too well brassiered tits I did what I should have done at first, I pushed up the skirt of her slip and uncovered her well filled panties to the waist.
Making a great effort to control my trembling fingers, I inserted them inside her knicker waist and pulled towards me and peered eagerly into the pink silky bag. Inside, girdling her naked belly was the imagine white belt to which her suspenders were attached, but, pulling the waist further down I felt a shock at sight of the thick sporran of dark curly hair that covered her below the belly. They pungent odor stung my sensitive nostrils, strongly flavored with pissy smell mingled with a cloying spunky scent.
Holding the knicker waist stretched open as far as it would go with one hand, I slid my right hand down and felt the moist nest of hair, my fingers hadn't expected a woman to have body hair, then prodded into the deep soft cushion of flesh under the hair, then slipped down and I immediately felt my fingers enclosed in warm, naked slippery flesh and eagerly felt down between her damp thighs, surprised and delighted by the length of her plump cunt. Her furrow was deep and warmly spunky and full of soft loose flesh. The feel of it was communicated to my cock which became so rigid it ached and kept spewing out the slimy stuff.
I realized that her panties were in my way and, almost in a frenzy I slid my arms around her and began to tug at the back of her panties, for a moment I felt her thighs quiver and I was suddenly able to drag the back of her panties under her big soft bottom. Shaking with excitement I pulled them down her legs and off, then I crouched, staring hungrily at the dark, hairy mess of her big matronly cunt, my arms pushing against her naked thighs and, after a moment she let her legs swing wide apart and her cunt opened, it spilled out a mess of glistening browny-red wrinkled flesh and the air was tainted with the spunky reek that steamed out of the pouting furrow, yet I felt no disgust at all, it excited me dreadfully and a moment later I had both hands in it, pulling it wide open as I feverishly examined every part, fold and wrinkle. I was curious about the fleshy, cowled hood near the top of her cunt, under which I discovered a glowing rubbery knob a bit larger than a big pea, which, when I inquisitively touched it with the tip of my forefinger, make her give a shiver, and she moved her head to look down, opening her eyes wide.
"Is this where you ... pee, aunty?" I asked, and she shook her head.
"No, not up there, it's lower down, that's my clitty ... Oh my dear boy, I ought to be ashamed of myself ... "
"Are you?" I asked cheekily.
"No, I'm loving it ... I'm a disgusting old woman. . ? "
"You're not old at all. what's your clitty for?"
"The same as the end of yours, to excite me and make me wet."
'Oh! I see, but where do you pee from, aunty? I can't see anything. I never knew you had such a lot ... I once saw a little girl's slit, it was lovely, like her mouth ... "
"Mine was too ... once, a long time ago," she murmured with a tinge of sadness, "but. growing up. getting married and having children ... makes it get like that. I told you it was ugly ... "
"Not ugly, no, I don't think so anyway, it's made my cock go terribly hard, and I want ... I want ... Oh! I don't know, but aunty, isn't there something ... could I rub it against yours. . . ? " I asked eagerly, crawling further between her thighs.
'Don't you want to see my titties, darling?" she asked softly.
"They're all covered up, I couldn't get at them, but I'd like to. . . ? "
"Let me get up a moment dear, I'm proud of my titties and I want to show them to you. we women like to have them admired and made a fuss of. . . "
I backed away and she struggled up, her slip fell down and, as she shook her arms out of the sleeves of her frock I crouched at her feet, lifted the hem of her slip and looked up at the bulging wedge of her hairy cunt, nothing of which could be seen because the thick curls completely camouflaged her deep furrow and looked more like a pair of fur panties than anything, but the big pillars of her thighs entranced me. as she moved they shook slightly and I let her slip go, then knelt to. watch her.
She had her arms behind her, her head was bowed forward and she smiled down into my eyes, then grunted softly and brought her arms round, she moved the shoulder straps of her slip over her shoulders and drew her arms out, her slip down a bit and the top folded itself around her waist. With a graceful gesture she prised away the nylon cups and slid the brassiere off down her arms.
I caught my breath as I stared up from below at her naked breast mounds and dark jutting teats, then she had modestly drawn up the front of her slip and held it up to cover her tits as she sat down again. She smiled at me, then said:
"Aren't you going to take some of your clothes off too, dearest? I haven't much on now, I'll take my belt off too."
I didn't feel a bit shy and jumped to my feet, then quickly unbuttoned my pajama jacket and untied the trousers, I took them both off and she looked at my youthful, naked young, boyish body, then down at the angry red shaft as it stuck up at an angle and seemed to be pointing at her, its flaming knob dripping and the smallish purse hugged tight below, then she stretched out her arm and I stepped towards her curled hand and felt her fingers curl around it and clasp it and push down.
"Oh! the darling." she cooed, "what a beautiful cock you have and how I'm longing to feel it ... Kneel, dearest, come close ... "
I crawled right up till her clasped hand almost touched her hairy place, then, to distract my attention, she peeled the top of her slip down and uncovered her lovely matronly breasts. She tool: the teat of her left one between her finger and thumb, pulled on it and offered it, so that I found myself eagerly leaning forward, mouth open and, as my lips enclosed the wrinkled knob of dark flesh her fingers slid away and she cupped her hand under the breast, her face suffused with delight as I greedily suckled her, so that, at first, I was un-ware of what she was doing down below. Except that her clasping hand was moving, then I felt a curious sensation of gentle softness, warmth and comfort, then felt her hand move round me to my bottom and press me closer to her, she imperceptibly slid down in her seat and the soft warm sensation moved and gently engulfed my cock, till suddenly I was aware of a tickly feeling all around my cock and suddenly realized it was her hairs. I immediately thought she'd put my cock into her furrow, then it seemed queer that the warm, enclosing feeling was all around it and not just on the underside and sides.
"Push, dearest." she urged gently, pressing her hand against my bare bottom to show me what she meant and, as she pressed, I distinctly felt the gentle, smooth gliding of her flesh and the soft furry muff as my pubes pressed against hers, "push darling," she urged again, relaxing her hand.
"Oh aunty ... what is it, it feels lovely ... ? " I cried, letting go her wet teat, and, before she could stop me I had pushed up her slip and looked down, for a moment my heart missed a beat, my cock had disappeared, then I involuntarily jerked back, but hastily stopped myself and excitedly thrust it back again, "Oh gosh, it's inside you I thought ... "
"Oh, of course it's inside me. you dear silly. I'm female. Push darling, rub it into me, this is why we are made differently, to give pleasure to each other ... haven't you ever heard of fuck, dearest.. ? "
"Oh ... fuck, yes I have," and I began enthusiastically to push and pull at my cock, while she gradually tightened her hold from inside and began to do things to me that felt like a greedy wet mouth sucking, and it wasn't to easy, but a lot more thrilling.
"This is fuck," she smiled, "you are fucking me ... " a few moments later she asked softly, 'does it feel nice, dear?"
"Ooooh ... aunty, it's ... lovely." I moaned, jerking manfully and striving to push myself right into her, "you've got a hole up you. . . "
"Yes, right up into my belly, rub harder, dear, you won't hurt me, push it up me hard ... suck my tittie ... Oh! you dear ... you darling boy. what pleasure you are giving me, you are making me get hot and randy ... you fuck beautifully. . . " She sighed, then began to grunt softly, at the same time I felt her juicy warm hole became tighter and hotter, then rhythmically pull inwards, like a milkmaid's hand milking a cow's teat and. had it not been for the fact that I could feel her two hands spread over my jerking bottom, I would have thought she'd pushed her hand inside her belly, but I knew it wasn't that, and at times I actually felt a twinge as my foreskin was forced back.
"Push, darling ... push ... " she cried urgently, "make me come. . . " then, "Oooooooh! Ahhhh, and she slumped back, her arms falling away and leaving me free, she lay shivering fitfully as I continued to fuck into her tight hole, which quaked in a most curious fashion and suddenly made and indescribable sensation of ecstasy rush over me Dazedly I rubbed on, flinching as the spasms shot through me. then it began to tail away and her arms gently enfolded me and pulled me down, I nestled my hot face against the soft, naked pillow of her breasts and she gently pushed her teat between my lips to be sucked.
I found myself drowned in sweet contentment, her comfort cradled me and I could hoar the heavy, steady thudding of her heart and smell her sweat, which had become dear to me.
"Well, my darling, what do you think of sucking a woman?" she asked tenderly.
I let her teat slip out of my mouth, then, by way of reply I pressed kisses all over her quivering, soft breasts, 'I'm glad, keep it secret dear and somehow we'll do it often, either here, or at my home. I do love you so, my dream boy, I adore your beautiful cock, and what fun we can have together until your puberty ... "
In my dazed, happy state of mind her last words meant nothing, except that I wondered what 'puberty' meant, but it didn't seem important enough to ask just then.
That's how it started and how I became a man at twelve years of age with a woman old enough to be my mother, but who actually became a mother some eighteen months later, all because she must have hastened my puberty by prematurely awakening me, because I caught her and was hardly myself aware of the brief gushes that came from me for several weeks before she noticed a spurt shoot out when the ecstasy became unbearable and I suddenly pulled out, but, after questioning me, she was reassured and thought it was' the first time it had happened, but the damage was done and she was already pregnant by then.
When she was sure she was very upset and repeatedly asked me if I'd known I was passing spunk, and wanted to know if it had come before she'd noticed it, I was able to convince her, but gradually she cut our meetings down, and by the time she had her confinement our affair had ended.
The baby was a girl and was christened Ann Patricia.
Prue couldn't stop visiting us, else mother would have wanted to know why, so I often saw my daughter and embarrassed Prue by my pride in my achievement, and once she relented when Ann began to cry and Prue had to put her to the breast and give her suck while I looked on. It was a beautiful and unforgettable experience which I naturally wanted to repeat, but Prue soon made me understand there was nothing doing as far as she was concerned, even thought I tried a little implied blackmail which, though it scared her, made no difference, she said to me:
"I'm not the only woman in the world, six children is enough for any woman to bear, go and look for someone else. Why not try Miss Lucas ... I've been told she's sweet on you."
CHAPTER TWO
I mulled over what she had said and saw the sense of it, then I began to think about Miss Lucas a lot. In class I studied her intently and it's surprising what you see when you look for it.
Previously, Miss Lucas had merely been my teacher and hardly a woman, she did her job well and kept good order by an air of severity, which I soon saw was assumed. She dressed somewhat severely too, invariably in black or gray dresses, or white blouse and black skirt, she wore 'sensible' shoes with semi high heels and black or gunmetal stockings, she wore spectacles and her dark brown hair cut short, but I soon saw she had an excellent figure and good bust, though the latter seemed oddly compressed and occasionally she would twitch her shoulders as if to ease some discomfort.
Gradually my mind became inflamed about her and pretty soon she began to notice the way I kept staring at her, this produced a queer atmosphere between us and occasionally when she felt it was safe, as when she had given us an essay and all the others had their heads down, I would look up and catch her eye and for a long moment we would look at each other steadily, then she would look away and busy herself with something.
In this way I came to know that Prue's information was correct. Miss Lucas seemed to have a crush on me and, for my part I found her increasingly attractive, but she seemed strangely reticent, unlike Prue who had made the opportunities Miss Lucas did nothing to bring matters to a head.
I decided it was up to me. She seemed worth winning, and I began to have a suspicion that what Miss Lucas really lacked must be experience. It seemed incredible for a woman her age to be unable to take the initiative, and I soon began to wonder if she'd ever had a man between her legs. The idea of her being a virgin at thirty roused me to eager excitement. Prue had told me about virgins and had said that most girls ceased to be virgins some time before they left school and the rest not long afterwards, in these days a virginity was something to get rid of as soon as its possessor had the chance, but Miss Lucas had that air of breeding and good manners that suggested she came of a good family. I knew she wasn't a native of our village and I had heard a rumour that she had come from Surrey, so that was probably where her people lived.
I chose Friday afternoon, and, half way through the afternoon lesson I caused a diversion by asking
Miss Lucas if she knew where I could get a copy of the 'Tale of Two Cities,' which we happened to be discussing at the time.
"I have a copy at home that I will be delighted to lend you, Tony. I'm delighted to see that at least one of you is interested in your lessons," and she smiled at me. I ignored the looks of disgust cast at me. "if you will wait after school, I will get it for you." then she resumed the lesson.
When the bell rang I remained seated till the classroom was empty but for Miss Lucas and myself. Then I rose and walked diffidently towards the desk, where she still sat behind her desk correcting exercise books.
She looked up as I approached, her eyes gazed into mine steadily and gravely, then she put her hands up and removed her spectacles, which she slowly folded and laid down, and the difference was amazing, she had large, well spaced, gray eyes with long sweeping lashes and silky, arching eyebrows, she looked five years younger and most awfully pretty, her lips were relaxed and looked full, soft and inviting, and if she wore any make-up at all. it was very sparingly put on. she certainly wore no trace of lipstick, but hardly needed it. for her mouth was a glowing, smooth pink and her lower lip was slightly drooping, revealing a little of the fresh red flesh inside her mouth and the even rows of her white teeth.
"Tony, why are you looking at me like that?" she asked breathlessly, opening her eyes wider and passing the pink tip of her tongue over her upper lip.
"Oh. Miss Lucas, you look awfully pretty ... I've never seen you without your glasses before, why do you wear them. . ? "
A faint smile struggled at the upcurled corners of her mouth and she seemed pleased by what I had said.
"I have to, dear boy," she sighed, "I don't need them, I have perfect sight, but I do look more school-mist ressy with them on, don't I?"
"Oh. I see, yes, you do ... Why have you taken them off. . ? "
"I don't think it is safe for us to discuss that here, Tony, I think you had better go on home now and have your tea, then, if you would like to and your parents will let you go out, come along to my cottage. We shall be able to talk more freely there, and I think we do have things to discuss, don't you?"
"Yes. Miss," I said quickly.
"Yes, you are coming to fetch a book, though," she smiled, dropping her voice, "I am beginning to suspect that the book is merely an excuse.. ? "
"I think so too," I grinned, "but I couldn't think of any other way to remain behind."
"I thought so, and, Tony, I'm glad, I've wanted to, but I couldn't think of a thing, you behave too well in class, yes, you're an admirable pupil ... my favorite ... Now be a good boy and leave me to do this work, then I will be free later, Oh!" she said as I turned away, "try to arrange to stay for ... an hour or so ... "
"Yes Miss, I was going to," I said, then took myself off.
After tea I had a wash and changed from the skin out into clean clothes. I didn't really have to ask mother if I could go out, nor did I now. She would suspect something if I made a point of asking her, and by half past six I was walking in the direction of Miss Luca's cottage, which was just outside the village down the lane and stood by itself, flanked by a board fence which enclosed the grounds of her cottage. There were no near neighbors down the avenue that led to her cottage. It was just round the corner and not spied upon so no one saw me enter the wrought iron gate and go up to the rose-trellised front door. I plied the lion-head knocker softly, just twice, and a moment later the door opened and Miss Lucas beckoned me to come in, and for a moment I hardly knew her, gone was the severe dark dress and she looked young and girlish in a white, sprigged frock, sheer nylons and high heeled sandals. She softly closed the door and I heard the slight grating sound as she twisted the key.
As she turned, I acted and she gave a startled little cry as I took her turning body in my arms, then forced her into the corner beside the door. I was as tall as she, I had her arms trapped at her sides and she was deliciously helpless, soft and warm and breathless, my mouth sought her parted lips and next moment she was lying passive and unresisting, her head forced back, eyes closed and her soft mouth a tender wet flower under mine, sucking kisses from me as I sucked them from her, her panting breath blowing warmly as she gasped softly, her mouth crumpled and spread and I pushed my tongue out and licked round between her teeth and lips, of its own accord my right arm moved and my hand cupped her heaving left breast. To my delight I immediately felt the unhampered smoothness of the thrusting, resilient mound. She wore no brassiere, next moment I had her stiff nipple between my fingers and, her left arm now being free, she immediately grasped my wrist and pulled my hand away, then held it off and struggled to wrench her mouth free, so I let her go and she stood panting and looking into my eyes.
"Oh! my goodness," she exclaimed, trying to look angry, but not succeeding very well. "Oh! you naughty boy ... I ought to cane you. . . " she panted, looking magnificent.
"I just couldn't help myself ... you locked the door." I grinned, "and you aren't wearing your brassiere. You want me to make love to you. Come on, stop pretending, else it will be me who will spank you ... on your bare bottom ... with my bare hand. I bet it's lovely. . ? "
"What is?" she asked unthinkingly.
"Your bare bottom, of course, I bet it's cheeky." I grinned, slipping my arm round her slender waist and urging her along the narrow hall."
"You're rude," she giggled delightedly, "I didn't suspect you felt so passionately about me. I suppose that's what you have come for. . ? "
"You ... just you. Tell me your name. I can't keep calling you Miss Lucas after that kiss, can I now?"
She pushed open a door and we lurched into her living room. I heeled the door shut and she broke free and ran to fling herself down in the chintz covered settee, which was drawn up to the cheerful fire.
"Its Jessie," she said as I slid down beside her and got my arms round her again, she struggled faintly for a moment, then gave a quivery sigh in surrender and put up her face. This time I pushed my tongue straight into her mouth and, after a moment's hesitation, she began to suck it. I had my right arm behind her back, her right arm was crushed between the back of the seat and my arm. I stealthily slid my hand over her left arm close to the crook of her elbow, then clasped her soft upper-arm and pulled her arm back, her head was bent back over my arm, I suddenly brought my left arm into play and, without touching her legs, plunged my hand into the lap of her loose skirt into her junction and both her skirt and pants were thin, so that I could actually feel the hairs as I groped for the full, soft flesh of her cunt, which wasn't easy, as she was trying to cross her legs and was squeezing my fingers between her thighs, but her thighs were soft and I already had the advantage and gripped her upper-cunt through her clothes and, quite gently, began to rub her cunt lips together, just about where her clitty must be, she quivered, her wide open eyes staring up into mine, her mouth still, feeling ... I lifted my face away and murmured softly:
"Jessie ... you darling ... please, Oh please, relax, don't fight me, you're so lovely and I want you ... I want you so much ... Don't make me get rough, let me be gentle ... " while I said this I insistently squeezed and rolled the lips of her cunt together, pressing in to titillate her clitty, then she nodded, her lips slack and wet, eyes turned up, and slowly her upper leg slid off the other, and I at once slid my hand down between her thighs and pulled up her skirt.
"Don't look ... don't look," she pleaded as I squirmed my fingers inside the gathered leg of her short panties, her thighs twitched together, then swung apart and remained open as I gently felt over her lush cunt, then sent my sensitive fingers feeling. A moment later I knew she was a virgin, even at the gentle pressure of my finger she gasped and flinched, the hole was very small and could hardly have taken a pencil, then I brought my fingers up and gently lifted away the hood over her clitty to get my finger tip under it. It was small and gristly, like a short length of tendon tipped with a little knob, she gasped and panted as I gently drew it out and massaged it, feeling it gradually thicken, lengthen and become stiff, the small knob swelling.
"You know ... more about me ... than ... I do ... " she panted, her eyes rolling and her soft mouth working.
"Haven't you ever played with yourself, Jessie?" I asked softly.
"No never, I ... I don't like ... touching it ... how ... how can you ... Oh please ... don't stop. . ? " she cried.
"I want to show you why I like playing with yours," I said, as I fumbled at my buttons and got my trousers undone. I reached in, pushed up my vest, then pulled out my genitals. While I did this I kissed her to keep her attention occupied, then I reached across and grasped her slim wrist, then lifted her arm over and firmly clasped her cringing hand around my cock.
"Oh!' she gasped, her hand convulsively tightening and the color mounting to her face and neck as realization of what she was holding penetrated her dazed mind, "Oh Tony ... Oh!. , it's your sex ... Oh you dear boy, how long it is, how thick and stiff, and how it is going to hurt me. . ? "
"You know where. . ? " I asked eagerly as I pushed my hand down her knicker waist, then slid my finger to press the tip gently against her maidenhead.
"Of course I know, you silly boy, it's there, where you have your naughty finger ... Oh dear, there'll be a mess, I'm going to bleed dreadfully ... but we must now, Tony, my moment has come at last and I want to give it to you. I've loved you ever since you moved up into my class ... loved and wanted you, but I was far too shy ... I'm so much older than you, but it's all right now, you love me ... you do, don't you ... ? "
"I love you, you're the loveliest girl for miles around and I'm proud that you fell in love with me. Darling, I think it best if you wore a pair of old panties, thick ones ... "
"But ... how will you ... get at me?" she asked.
"Cut a rip where the gusset is, of course, but I want the rest of your clothes off, except your stockings ... "
"You funny boy ... " she looked at me curiously, "why my stockings."
"I don't know, I just want you to keep them on ... I'm going to get my clothes off now ... "
She let go my cock, reluctantly and watched me get up, then sighing, she stood up too and murmured something about the panties and left the room.
Only when I was alone did I realize my incredible good luck, she was excitingly lovely, compared to her, Prue was like a cow, and the word occurred to me as I momentarily visioned how Prue looked the last time she had allowed me to fuck her, which was when she was about eight months pregnant and had an enormous belly and pregnancy swollen breasts. She'd knelt on hands and knees on the bed to have it and I had looked at the side view of her, the memory was imprinted deeply on my mind, she was like a pregnant cow with her belly and breasts hanging down and swaying.
I suddenly resolved that I wouldn't do that to my new love unless she tried to bring it to an end before I was ready to finish it myself. It had spoiled it with Prue and the same thing would surely happen with Jessie, and by that time I knew a lot more about it, not only from Prue, but by asking discreetly around amongst the older boys at school, and a boy named Jim Foster had told me a couple of ways of preventing it happening, but which I had not yet tried out. Another boy had told me about, and showed me, a french-letter, but the thought of covering up my whole cock failed to appeal to me, more than half the thrill of fucking a woman came ... for me ... through the feel of her soft, slippery naked flesh, and to my mind I might just as well frig myself off as enter the cunt wearing a thin rubber overcoat. No, I'd do as Jim had told me. I knew that Jim knew what he was talking about because, like me, he had started young, only with him it had been his eldest sister, who'd persuaded him into it, and he hadn't got his sister into trouble, so that, to me, seemed recommendation enough for his method.
He'd told me that it was only the first lot of spunk that mattered, and all he had to do was either frig it off beforehand, or pull out and spill it outside, then wipe off the cock after first seeing the tube was empty, then after that he said it was safe to let the spunk come inside the girl, so long as you didn't wait too long, and a good way of cleaning the cock was to let the girl suck it to get it up stiff again. He'd told me that sometimes his sister liked to suck him right off and swallow his spunk. Prue had often sucked me, but she'd never gone all the way after my puberty, and she'd taught me to suck her cunt.
As I undressed I thought about Jessie's cunt, and the very thought of it made my mouth water copiously. After Prue's big, blubbery, cunt which no amount of washing could get out the reek and taste of piss. Jessie's should be delicious. I lifted my fingers to my nose and sniffed the cunty smell appreciatively. it smelled almost like perfume to me. and only carried a very faint tinge of pee.
I guessed that she must have given it a thorough wash in preparation for my visit, anyway, it had felt wonderfully soft and spunky and tender-warm, and I was eager to see it, but guessed I might have to wait a bit before she was ready to let me. I knew everything depended on how I treated her this first time. Prue hadn't told me that, but I sensed it, however, I seemed to have started well. . .
I turned to find her gravely regarding me from the hall doorway, and. as I turned to face her, her eyes slipped down my body to my genitals and her eyes became moist and soft as she looked at my gentle swaying cock and clinging balls, then she walked slowly towards me, saying softly.
"Oh! you darling, how beautiful you are ... yet I can see you are a man already. I think you have been a naughty boy before this, you have, haven't you ... ? "
"I won't lie to you, Jessie, yes. I have, with a woman, but she taught me a lot and I know my way around. I know enough to keep you out of trouble, which I wouldn't if this was the first time."
"I'm glad, darling, glad that you practiced on someone else, because I know next to nothing about it myself, only the bare facts of life, and I was going to ask you to very careful, but you know, so that's all right, and I trust myself to you. I've got to. Queer, isn't it, when you come to think of it. . ? I'm several years older than you and you're still a schoolboy, yet have known a woman and made love, while I'm still a virgin. I ... I've changed my panties, they're torn a little bit," she flushed, "I cut the stitches and you can easily open it ... Oh dear, I feel so dreadfully shy and ashamed, like some silly girl instead of a grown woman of thirty. Dear Tony, I'm so afraid of making a fuss, I want it so ... with your beautiful body, I'll never be able to forget you as I'm seeing you now, like a young god, so youthful, but strong and graceful ... Oh. I'm talking my head off and your dear sex-thing is looking angry at the delay, its head is all red and dripping, and mine is wet too. . Oh, take me ... make me do what you want ... I'm shivering, yet I feel hot ... take me my darling and make me a real woman ... "
She stood trembling while I unfastened her frock down the back then blushed and hung her head as I came round in front of her and gently peeled the bodice down her torso and arms, at her swelling hips it stuck and she wriggled to help me push it down, then stepped out of it, her arms crossed over her naked breasts.
A glance down showed me she must have removed her suspender belt, but her stockings stayed up and there was only a narrow expanse of bare thigh between the short legs of the faded pink flannelette panties and the fawn tops of her stockings, but in spite of the old faded panties, which fitted her tightly around the hips and bottom, but ballooned softly at the legs, emotion caught me in the throat at the lovely picture she made.
"Open your arms and show me your titties, else I shall tie your hands behind your back," I threatened.
"Would you, Tony," she caught me up eagerly, "I'm so afraid I'll make a fuss and feel ashamed of myself ... afterwards ... "
"You want me to tie you up, is that it?" I asked.
"Yes, if you will, I have some old stockings you could use darling. I'd rather be helpless and unable to protect myself ... then I couldn't stop you doing naughty things to me, as I know you want to. I can see it in your cheeky eyes ... you're awful." she giggled girlishly, resisting as I tried to pry her arms apart.
"I think I shall have to tie you up. O.K., get me the stockings ... " I sighed, trying not to sound too eager, and while she was looking for the stockings in the sideboard drawers, I cast my eyes around the room for a suitable site, dismissing the settee in favor of the sturdy oak table, which had turned legs. I collected a couple of cushions and she watched me as I placed them on the table, then she came and handed me two rolls, each of which was a pair of laddered nylons. I knelt down and tied a stocking round each of her ankles, then stood up and tied the other pair round her wrists, which were crossed over her chest, then I backed her up against the table and pulled her right leg towards the table leg, round which I tied the rest of the stocking, then I moved over and tied her left ankle to the other leg. so that she stood widely astraddle, with three feet of space between her neat sandals.
Rising to my feet, I gently forced her back, her bottom nicely cushioned near the edge, and, after a bit of a struggle I pried her left arm away and straightened it. then lashed the stocking to the back leg. but loosely, so that she could bend her arm a bit. I moved round and got her other arm and lashed that down.
Blushing, she craned her head up. looking wildly down her spread-eagled body. I left her there and collected the big cushions from the settee seat. I carried these round the table behind her. then took her under the arms and lifted her.
I pushed one of the big f roam cushions under her back and pulled out the smaller, feather filled one, then doubled the other big cushion, lifted the first one to push the double one under it, making a backrest. Gently raising her head, I placed the feather cushion under it and she settled herself happily, her arms now stretched taut and angled back.
"Oh, Jessie, you're lovely." I murmured, reaching round her back to cup my hands over her firm, jutting tits, and she shivered and gasped as I caressed them and rolled her pricked nipples.
"I'm so silly to be so shy," she murmured, "when you're so gentle and kind to me, but now I can't stop you doing those lovely things to me ... I'll soon get over it."
"Not too soon I hope," I murmured with my lips close to her ear, then I bent over her face and began to lick it, letting the flesh of her breasts slide repeatedly through my hands and each time ending the caress by stretching her nipples.
She shook her head and her mouth groped blindly for mine.
"Stop it," she pleaded, laughing as I delicately licked her silky eyebrows, then the skin round her eyes, leaving her skin wet with my saliva, then I drew my hands up from her hard breasts to her armpits and played with the wet curls while she sought ... vainly to draw her arms in. "Please don't, they smell" she begged, then sighed luxuriously as I feathered my fingertips over the skin of her soft white upper arms and made her nerves quiver ticklishly, "Oh darling, how clever you are," she panted, "you're torturing me exquisitely ... Oh please ... my ... my sex ... it's itching madly and I can't rub it ... I can feel it ... it's wide open ... she's crying for her Tony ... weeping ... weeping," she moaned, so I moved round the table, her eyes followed me eagerly, then she blushed as I stood between her wide open thighs and looked down at her taut panties, taut, that is between the legs, the gusset stood away and showed the small gap where she had picked the stitching apart at the top of the double gusset panel, through the small slitted hole I could see soft curls, then my fingers were working on it, pulling the material apart round the gusset, the stitching must have been half rotten for, with tiny pops it parted before my fingers and the gusset became a trap door, or flap. I tore it about six inches, each side and let the flap hang open. I could just see the soft, rounded cheeks of her bottom, but her lovely cunt was completely exposed.
After Prue's the revelation of Jessie's cunt delighted me and filled me with tenderness for its owner. The inside was fresh, bright pink, like the inside of a sea-shell but alive and glistening and steaming. She hadn't been at fault, when she'd said it was open, it was like a boat, sinking into a shallow cup with the soft wings standing apart and drooping like fleshy curtains, or as if a butterfly was clinging there. This impression was heightened by her clitty, which was sticking out like a miniature cock and formed the 'head' of the butterfly. For a long moment I gazed entranced, unconsciously breathing in the spunky steam arising through the hole, then I went down on my knees and she cried out as I plunged my face between her thighs and delicately began licking her clitty. Her cries of shame rapidly changed to moans of delight and she writhed voluptuously, causing her tits to shake and sway. I changed my licking to sucking, gently pulling her whole clitty into my mouth and milking it with my lips.
"Oh! darling ... darling ... you're ... killing me," she moaned distractedly, "I can't stand it ... I'll burst.
I didn't do it very long, not wanting to make her start coming, but she was fully aroused now and would never be more ready for it, so I got up.
"Say goodbye to your cherry, Jessie," I murmured as I guided my cock against the spunky cup of folds. I stirred my skinned knob round the opened flesh, I caught a brief glimpse of the small hole, then my knob covered it and I began pressing
"No Tony," she panted, "do it quickly ... please ... "
Keeping my cock pressed up into her cunt I leaned forward and took her face between my hands, she craned her head forwards, lips parted, then I crushed my mouth over hers and, at the same moment gave a sudden jab with my cock, her mouth jerked open to scream, but the scream became a gurgle as I sucked her open mouth, while forcing my cock urgently up into her till I had it right in and our hairs mingled. By then she was sobbing softly and panting for breath and trying to pull her head free, so I let it go and began gently to fuck her.
She pressed her head back into the cushions, crying softly but gradually her sobs tailed off and she tilted her head further back, whispering:
"Push ... Oh push, its all right now ... darling ... "
I opened up a bit, but still kept it slow, only I pulled nearly out and pushed right up hard, on looking down I saw my cock was filmed with blood and it was spreading around her cunt staining the edges of the hole in her panties, and sometimes I could feel her wince when the wounds were lacerated, but she didn't complain once, but gradually began to enjoy it, showing her pleasure by writhing her body, then, quite suddenly the alarm bell rang in my mind and, just in time I jerked back, my hand flashed to my straining cock and I pressed my aching balls hard against her cunt and agitated myself against her as I pulled my foreskin up and down, aiming my sputtering spunk at the twin peaks of her tits and the first jet actually splashed just under her chin, and the rest formed an uneven chain down her body, her left tit streaming whitish slime into the valley and the last spilling onto her panties. But I knew I hadn't made her have a come. It needn't really have worried me, because, if I was to believe her, she never had experienced a come, so could hardly know what she was missing, but it did bother me, she was so lovely, she'd given me the unforgettable gift of her virginity and I wanted her to want me.
Luckily I was so excited about her that my cock remained stiff, but my pal Jim's warning rang in my ears. It had to be clean before I put it back into her and I was tormented by the memory of her soft mouth.
I hesitated for a moment because it seemed an awful thing even to think of, besides which, it was all bloody and had been up her cunt, then Prue's advice stole into my mind ... 'you can't be killed for trying' and, if she loved me she wouldn't mind, so I walked round the table and picked up a chair, which I placed at the back.
"Jessie ... darling, I haven't half finished yet and I'm going to do it again, but I can't, in case there might be some of my stuff in the skin ... the best way is for you to suck it clean ... "
"Oh Tony ... no, I couldn't, just wipe it ... wipe it on my panties ... "
By this time I had mounted the seat of the chair and was partly kneeling on the table with my red spunky cock swaying near her face, taking hold of it I cut off her words and pushed it into her mouth before she could close it. She shook her head and gurgled, then choked as I slid it right into her mouth, then, to my utter delight she began to suck it and I moved it gently back and forth, holding her face between my hands, but soon the excitement began to get me, so I reluctantly pulled out. stepped down and went round to her other end and pushed my aching flesh into the tender warmth of her hole.
She didn't spit out the slime and blood she had sucked off, but quietly swallowed it. then lifted her head to look down at the chain of milky slime puddling her body.
"That's my baby-seeds," I said as I began fucking her. 'nothing to worry about now, I can let the rest come inside you."
"Baby seeds?" she murmured, "Oh. what a shame ... I ... I didn't mind. Tony, it wasn't a bit disgusting ... I thought it would be ... I wouldn't have done it willingly, so I'm glad I'm tied up. I like feeling helpless ... isn't it curious. . ? Yet you've been very rude to me ... do women actually do that for a man willingly?"
"Well, the other woman did, she taught me about it and doing it to her, and she wasn't as sweet as you and a lot older, she has six children. . . "
"Six? my goodness, she must like it," she exclaimed.
"Like it.. ? Oh, you mean having babies, she said it wasn't bad. except while she was carrying. . . "
"She talked to you about having babies?" Jessie asked, looking surprised.
"She loved talking about having babies, she took me once to see her sister, who was expecting then," I invented, not wishing Jessie to know I had fathered a baby in Prue, "and she persuaded her sister to show me her stomach Oh gosh ... she was eight months pregnant and her belly was huge, she let me feel it and see her breasts."
"Did it make you feel sick, darling?" Jessie asked, wide eyed.
"Sick? No, why should it, it excited me so much I went stiff and wanted to make love to her."
"Did you?"
"No, I had to wait till I went back to my ... friend's house and she let me work off steam. I'd like to do that to a woman ... Oh gosh, I would, it's easy ... "
"Please darling, don't try to ... with me, I couldn't bear the shame, don't forget I'm single ... but how queer for that woman to let you see her ... like that, I'd die of shame to show myself to a strange boy."
"Oh, by then you wouldn't feel ashamed any more, and what's so shameful about a woman having a baby? That's how we al came, and its a lovely place, there's nothing so lovely as you are between the legs."
"That ... lovely ... but I'm beginning to think so too ... Oh! the beautiful sensations you are giving me ... do it harder darling ... up as far as you can go ... rub me ... " her voice tailed off and she began to shiver and writhe, her thighs twitched as if she was trying to bring them together and I knew the signs, I fucked her harder, and the twitching became hard spasms and she began to cry and beg me to stop, but I was nearly coming ... then I bent over her, groaning and shivering and gushing up spunk into her belly.
I half lay on her, clasping her body as the passion slowly drained out of me to contentment, then our lips met tenderly and I pulled out my shrinking cock.
After awhile I got up and set about untying her and helped her off the table. Half carrying her, for her legs were still trembling, I took her to the settee and we both sprawled out, I tried to avoid looking at the spreading dark red stains in her panties, some of the blood had soaked around the elastic round the legs and there was a large patch at the back.
"You've bled ... a lot," I said anxiously.
"I know I have darling, but I had to, it's over now so don't worry, I'll go and take them off and wash myself ... presently, I feel so tired and sleepy. . . "
"I'll do it, I'll fetch a bowl of water. . ? "
"Would you, dearest?" she murmured gracefully, her eyelids drooping.
I found the kitchen and half filled a small bowl with warm water, I chose the oldest of two tea-towels hanging from a line. When I got back I found her fast asleep. I fetched a chair and placed the bowl on the seat, then gently set about getting off her bloody panties, and she was so deeply asleep that, when I lifted her legs and half doubled her over to get the panties from under her, it failed to awaken her, and the suspicion did across my mind that she wasn't really asleep at all, but pretending. I didn't mind either way.
She was sprawled, half on. half off the settee and when I had her panties down the sight appalled me, yet I felt an intense thrill which immediately brought my cock up stiff again.
Leaving her panties folded down without moving the legs, I set about rolling her stockings off because it was plain that I couldn't get the knicker legs over them without getting blood on her stockings, the panties were soaked through.
With her stockings off it didn't matter and I pulled the panties off, leaving long streaks of wet blood down her lovely legs, and I no longer felt horrified, I parted her legs and eagerly looked at her cunt and saw blood still dripping from long whiskers of soaked hairs, her bottom was red and there was blood over her thighs, then, half reluctantly I wet the towel in the bowl and gently began washing off the blood. When I had the foreparts clean I lifted up her legs and held them back to wash her bottom, the nick between the cheeks had been a channel and the blood had run nearly to the top of her cleft. I was intrigued to see that her anus was encircled by a thin fringe of long hairs and the folds around the hole were light browny-pink but surprisingly dainty. I'd never been interested in Prue's anus, though I'd noticed it, but I found that Jessie's interested me. It seemed curious that a lovely woman like Jessie had to shit and piss just the same as I did.
However, a few more spots of blood appeared and this turned my attention back to her cunt, but I didn't lower her legs, I was kneeling and holding them back with my left arm, which left both my hands free. I found a patch of cloth still clean and opened out her cunt and bathed it inside, moving the soft flesh to get into the folds and crevices, and I was captivated anew by it's beauty and freshness, the flesh seemed to have darkened a little to a bright, glowing red and her clitty lay relaxed like a small pink worm half emerged from its fleshy cowled shell, I took hold of the inner lips at their thickest part and gently pulled them out. The flesh stretched easily and thinned, showing the red veins and the lips became wings as I kept stretching and I got carried away, I spread the wings wide apart over her cunt, making her 'butterfly' have a six inch wing-span and the air dried out the moisture to a dull red sheen, the veins imperceptibly throbbing, then I noticed, just above her inflamed fuck-hole, the small hood and tongue of her 'man in the boat,' which was standing out now by the pull of the wings. I gently took hold of the hood and tongue and pulled them apart to expose the small red hole. I pulled harder on the hood and tongue, hooking my finger under the hood, which, like the wings, was very elastic, I made the hole into a small cunt and must have stretched the hood harder than I intended, for when I presently let it go it didn't retract to its former neat shape, but crumpled flaccidly into thick wrinkles and, half afraid at what I had done, I glanced quickly at her face, but it was peaceful and she seemed sound asleep still. I thought if I left it alone it would shrink back, so I turned my attention to the larger hole below and gently pulled the flesh apart, feeling a thrill of excitement as I saw the three ragged tears splitting the flesh, one up, one to the left side and the other near the base, but the wounds, though raw, had stopped bleeding, so, more gently still I worked the hole open till I could look inside, into the smooth gullet, all full of thick folds, which prevented me seeing more than an inch or so down and I hesitated to use my fingers any deeper in case I made her start bleeding again, but I wanted to, however, I didn't go any further then, but examined all the folds around the hole till it became dry, then I played awhile with her clitty and the wings, released, drew themselves in, but again I noticed the same looseness as in the little hood over her pisser, they'd lost some of their elasticity by being stretched and handled and hung in deep curtain folds, thickly wrinkled along the edges, but surprisingly exciting to me, though it did occur to me that she might be angry with me for messing about with her and spoiling the neat appearance of her cunt, I wondered what it would look like when she stood up ... would the wings droop and hang out? and would she notice when she had a piss.. ?
Presently I brought her legs down, bent her knees and set her feet apart, then pushed her thighs open and watched the wings as the slight weight of the flesh settled them and they dropped. I took hold of them and pulled them out, then closed her legs with my elbows, her cunt closed and I let the wings go. She twitched slightly as the hairs tickled the flesh and, thinking it might make her wake up, I picked up her legs and lifted them onto the seat.
Kneeling beside her I belatedly turned my attention to her beautiful full breasts and took the opportunity to examine her nipples, which I found soft, but slightly larger than they had been at first and glowing red, I opened the small folds at the top, trying to find holes for the passage of milk, but either the flesh was porous or the holes were so numerous and tiny I would need a magnifying glass to see them and I began to fondle the lovely rounded mounds, letting my fingers sink in to feel the clusters of thick tubes and the resilient sponge of the milk cells.
I'd often seen masses of pale cream udder in the local tripe shop, so I knew roughly how the inside of her tits must look, like the udder, but on a smaller scale, and I made a resolution then and there to try to get hold of a medical book about the human body and learn about a woman's insides. I particularly wanted to know what it was like inside the belly end of the fuck hole, I knew about the womb, I'd often felt Prue's and had even got my finger inside it. I'd wanted to get my hand in, but she refused to let me try, saying it might stretch her passage and make her lose the feeling, but I knew there were books about it. The sort I wanted was one with colored plates and I decided to start saving up my pocket money, because I knew a book like that would be expensive.
Looking round I saw her panties lying on the floor where I'd thrown them, well clear of the rug, and I went to pick them up.
The blood was drying and, as I looked inside them my cock reared more stiffly and began to ache. I found the bloody panties cause for intense erotic excitement. It was a virgin's blood, cunt blood, and I knew I couldn't let her burn them.
I felt a tinge of uneasiness and looked round, to find her lying awake and watching me gravely but calmly.
"How are you feeling, darling?" I asked as I quickly went to kneel beside her.
"I feel wonderful, Tony," she smiled, "so beautifully contented. You've done me good, I needed it, and now I know what to do ... "
"What?" I asked and she laughed softly.
"Why darling, can't you guess.. ? to get you here, of course and have it again, and again."
CHAPTER THREE
My love affair with Jessie lasted for three full exciting years and I would go to her three or four times a week to sport with her. In that time I grew up and filled out and became a good looking chap. The girls noticed too and I think I could have had dozens of them, but I was in love with Jessie and had no time for younger girls.
Then Jessie got the bug, and wanted something to show for our love. I knew it would spoil it if I gave in, but a last her arguments decided me and I gave in. I didn't see her for nearly three weeks, till I felt really fit for the task she had set me, then I went to her and it was an evening I shall never forget, she was magnificent and spared no pains in her efforts to excite me. She had made me wait a few days, till she became in heat and
I think she conceived that evening, I do know that I actually got into her womb during our first fuck and spunked straight into it.
A few anxious weeks went by, then, when her period failed to come and she started being sick every morning, she told me she'd conceived. She said she was going to give up her job and go back home to have her baby, but I pleaded with her so earnestly that she put it off for almost six months and kept on with her teaching till her condition began to show, then she sold her cottage, resigned and we had a whole night together as a farewell party, and next morning she let me take two spools of photos of her ... (some forty pictures) in every pose I cared to name, smiling and shameless and proud of her big belly and swollen breasts, she even held her cunt open for close-ups, with a napkin ring inside her vagina to hold it open and I shone a torch down it to light up the inside.
Next day I had to go to work, and she made the break then, she packed up and left.
She wrote me once a week and sent me a photograph of the baby after he had been christened, and about six months later she wrote to tell me she was getting married, after that I never heard from her again.
The pictures turned out very well, every detail sharp and clear and in color, and they became the start to my collection.
My break with her left me disconsolate and unhappy for a long time, several weeks, in fact, then, knowing she wasn't coming back, I began to look around for another woman, but, unknown and unsuspected by me there was one very close to hand who was watching me, one who knew about my affair with Jessie, who noted and sympathized with my sorrow at her loss and who was longing to fill the breach.
I was nearing seventeen then and the girl who was secretly in love with me was nineteen, her name was Margaret and though she had been in and out of love since she was fifteen she had somehow kept her virginity, because she found she didn't want to give it, every time the point came in her brief love-affair where her escort wanted some concrete expression of affection, she seemed to turn cold and thought of me and found she couldn't though she wanted to.
The girl was my sister.
I had always got on pretty well with both my sisters, my elder sister, Phillis, was married and had a little boy and undoubtedly this helped Margaret, for she now had the bedroom to herself and, once inside it she could do what she liked to herself.
Occasionally, just before I went to sleep, I had become aware of a soft creaking and squeaking, coming from my sister's room, I had guessed vaguely that she must be masturbating herself, but I knew girls did and it hardly interested me. but after Jessie left me the sounds seemed to increase and soon roused my curiosity. I began to fear that our parents would hear the row she was making, then remembered that dad was slightly deaf and mother slept deeply, besides, Margaret's room was the back bedroom and mine was between hers and our parents, so I decided she was pretty safe, then found myself lying thinking about her and wondering about her and I didn't go to sleep, but lay listening enjoying vicariously in my imagination the scene that was taking place next door, and I tried to imagine what my sister looked like naked, and to wonder what her self abuse was doing to her cunt and tits. From what I'd done to Jessie's I knew how easily it could become misshapen.
Thinking back. I realized that Margaret had been doing it pretty hard since Phillis got married, had probably done it furtively long before then, the sounds went on for over an hour, then subsided and I went to sleep.
It was the very next evening that mother and dad chose to go out to the pictures, which would keep them out late, and I found myself alone with my sister, who seemed broody and a bit sulky, so to make her smile I said:
"Meg, you want to be a bit quieter in bed. you kept me awake till after one last night, you ought to get yourself a chap, a pretty girl like you."
"I don't want a chap, at least ... " she hesitated, "not any of them round here," she folded her hands tightly in her lap and looked at me, licking her lips, "did it make you feel excited, Tony ... listening to me ... in bed last night?" she asked in a husky whisper.
"It made me think a lot about you, and I was in half a mind to come in ... " Her reply surprised me:
"Why didn't you ... I wouldn't have minded. I.;. '. I was thinking about you and wishing you would. It's awful being in bed so near to you, with a wall between us ... " and she began softly to cry.
"Meg!" I exclaimed, starting up and going over to her. "tell me what's the matter, you know I like you a lot. . ? " she nodded and, as I knelt down, she let her head rest on my shoulder then put her arms round my neck.
"Oh Tony, I love you I'm half crazy about you, I can't look at any other chap, I keep thinking of you. wanting you."
"Oh Meg, but you're my sister, what you want is incest, you know that.. ? "
"Yes, I know, but I don't care, I want only you, my lovely brother, I adore you, I want to give you everything, and I've kept myself a virgin ... really I have, no one else has touched me there ... Oh, I've let them feel me and frig me off," she sobbed.
"You frig a lot, don't you?" I asked, feeling the excitement rise in me.
"Yes, I don't mind you knowing, because its you that started making me frig ... Oh! ages ago. . . "
"How long," I asked her eagerly.
"Since I was about eleven, perhaps a bit before when I started playing with it and seeing how big I could make it stretch. Do you like me telling you about it. . ? "
"Sure, it's exciting, how often do you frig now?"
"Oh, several times a day, at the lavatory at work, then at home at night and in the morning."
"Goh, I bet you've made your cunt loose ... "
"I have, but you can see it if you want. It would make me happy ... I'll do anything. . . " she burst out passionately hugging me, "I love you, you can do anything you like to me ... Let me feel yours," she murmured against my neck, and gripped my cock through my trousers, "Oh Tony!" she gasped in delight, "yours is a big, long one, why is it all stiff ... " she gave a sobby giggle and began wetly to kiss my neck and cheek while rubbing her hand up and down my rigid cock, "go on, slowcoach," she teased, "feel up my legs, it won't bite you," her remark made me grin, it seemed very apt, so I slid my hand under her skirt, then gripped her heavy cunt through the gusset between her pants legs, the flesh filled my hand and when I squeezed it the slime soaked though the silk and wet my hand, "Take me upstairs and strip me, I want to see you naked and you can have it."
"Have what?" I asked.
"Me," she giggled, "fuck me, break my virginity, anything, you tell me what you'd like me to do, and I'll do it, you can come and sleep with me any night, they won't hear us in my room." she said invitingly.
"Show me your cunt first," I said.
"Gladly, you dear, that's what I've been longing to do for ages, nothing matters between brother and sister, we came out of the same belly," she giggled as she got to her feet. I slid into the seat and sat at my ease, she stood about three feet off and gathered her skirts up in a bunch around her waist, pinning them there with her elbows, then, looking smilingly down at my intent face, she stripped down her pantie-panties and pushed them down her thighs inside out to expose her almost hairless, pendulous cunt. The hairs thickened away to the sides and in the deep creases along her cunt, she'd literally rubbed away the rest and the long, dropping lips hung nearly naked, beyond, crumpled, swollen and wet her inner lips protruded almost an inch beyond her cunt lips, but what fascinated me most was the cherry sized, purplish knob that lolled out on a fleshy stem about an inch or so below the top of her sex-cleft, "Like it?" she asked half shyly.
"It's smashing ... Gosh ... open it out and show me the inside."
Nothing lost, delighted with my praise, she spread apart her knees as far as her pants allowed, then gripped each of the soft, thick lips, pulled them apart and stretched them across her groins, exposing a wide expanse of red. veiny naked flesh, the long limp wings hung down, swinging loose in thick curtain folds, then her clitty began to swell and lift till it was stiff and standing clear, but pointing down, "What a beautiful big cunt you have," I breathed.
"I just knew that ... one day, you were going to see it, so I kept stretching and pulling it. It was for you, Tony, no one else. I always thought of you when I was doing it. I wanted to have a big one for you. bigger than other girls, besides, I liked the feeling when I stretched it, if you pull hard, the top sucks in. Do anything you like to it, I don't care how big you make it ... Oh Tony," she moaned as I involuntarily leaned forward and sucked her clitty-cock into my mouth. "I've tried and tried to do that, but can't reach it, Ooh! lovely!" she gasped, thrusting her wet cunt harder against my face, "hurt it ... bite it ... no, chew the knob ... Oh, Tony," she moaned as I obeyed, pulling the rubbery knob between my teeth again and again, her thighs shivering. "Ooh ... lovely." she flinched and quaked, "do things to me ... hurt me ... make me bleed ... " she panted. . .
"No hurry," I grinned, letting the swollen cock go, "get your tits out ... tuck your skirts up," I helped her do that, then turned her round and made her bend a bit forward, I spread her behind apart and stretched the skin with my thumbs either side of her anus, which was ringed with long hairs, and while I was messing about with the hole she opened her clothes the other end. then turned to look back and say they were out, so I turned her round again and felt a slight twinge of disappointment at first, but this soon passed off, for though her tits hung down, they were full and rounded and had long nipples, which, just then lolled flaccid, they were about an inch long and as thick as the end of my finger, with a knob like ball on the ends, and obviously they weren't naturally like that, like her cunt, she's been pulling them.
I asked her to show me her armpits and she had to get her hands out of the sleeves, then she laced her hands behind her and exposed her true hairiness, for the cups were bushed out and the hair was so thick I couldn't see the skin.
"You're lovely, just how I want you. now get all your clothes off. I'm going down to the shed for something and won't be a minute."
She nodded, smiled and I went.
As I let myself out of the back door and made my way to the old, rickety shed at the bottom of the unkempt garden, I tried to sort out my feelings about Margaret. I found nothing disgusting at all at the thought of incest, but rather, it seemed to make it more exciting. No one looking at her would suspect her private activities, she was always neat and clean walked well and gave the impression of being a 'nice' girl. Thinking of her, you could imagine her settling down to married life and having two or three children, as my eldest sister seemed to be doing, yet, out of the blue she was throwing herself away to her own brother, and I had no illusion by then about what would happen to her after we started being really intimate, her affections would settle on me and probably remain there and later she might become a problem, because one of these days old age would take our parents, and if my sister was unmarried I'd be responsible for her, then I told myself not to worry about her far ahead, but to enjoy what she offered.
I kept my cycle in the shed and did perfunctory repairs there, and I knew I had a few spare rim tapes and found three, which I put my pocket, then I searched around and found a short length of thick, but soft wire, which I carefully began to bend into the shape I wanted, till, after using a pair of pliers to shape the ring holes, I had a neat wire hook, something like those that are used to fasten women's frocks with, the hook part of the hook-and-eye. but a lot bigger, of course, about two inches long, with a nicely rounded hook. I slipped that too into my pocket then left the shed and went back to her.
I found her seated in the armchair facing the door I came through, and she stopped playing with her long nipples, and smiled and stood up. I closed the door carefully then stood soaking in her sexy nakedness, her waist was very slender and her shoulders narrow, she had her arms behind her back and her deep breasts hung apart, lifting and sinking as she breathed. Her hips were really beautifully shapely, not too wide, but gracefully rounded and feminine, and between her thighs, which she had together, her cunt hung obscenely with her clitty sticking out and the inner lips drooping flesh-ily, under my regard her nipples slowly became stiff lifted and stood out like a pair of cocks.
"Like me?" she smiled, knowing very well I did, because it must have showed on my face and her query showed no anxiety.
"You're lovely, really you are, Meg, you sexy wench."
"Have you got what you went for?" she asked with interest. "Yes."
"What was it, show me ... I know it's something for me ... to do something to me. It is, isn't it?" She walked over, quite unselfconsciously, her deep breasts swaying and the flesh of her cunt swinging and shaking between her moving thighs.
"Yes, of course, half a tick while I get my clothes off," and she helped me, eagerly, like a handmaiden and when she was squatting down to help me off with my trousers, I felt almost sick with lust to see that her cunt was touching the floor.
"Oh, I'm proud of you," she exclaimed when I stood naked.
"We make a good pair, don't we? What do you think of my cock?"
"I love it," she said quickly, "its a real whopper and its going to hurt me, I want it to. I don't want you to be gentle with me ... promise." she pleaded.
"All right, I'll hurt you if that's how you want it. it's the girl's way."
"Now. . ? I'm ready, it's itchy, hot and wet. and you're ready too. I love your big cock, it makes my belly ache, thinking of having all that up me."
"Not yet, too risky, I might get some spunk in your belly and a sister isn't exempt from conceiving off her brother."
"Oh what are you going to do then. I want it," she cried impatiently.
'You can help me get the first lot out, it'll be all right after that and we needn't be careful."
"Oh all right, show me, and I will, what are you doing?" she asked as I retrieved my trousers and got out the hook and throe skeins of white tape. I showed them to her and she regarded them puzzledly. "What are they for?"' she asked.
I didn't reply. I broke the thin string from around the tapes and shook them out. I'd already mentally worked out how I was going to use them. I threaded one of the tapes through two eyes above the hook and centered it in the middle, then I drew her to the settee back by the far wall and sat down with her standing before me with her back to me. I passed the tape around her slim waist, feeling in front to get the hook level with her navel and right way round, that is. with the hook turned against her belly. I pulled the tapes tight and made a double knot. It couldn't slip over her hips and was slightly sunken into her waist, it still left two long ends, but I let these hang down till later and turned her round to face me. By now I think she had guessed what the hook was for. she smiled and put her hands down to her loose cunt. I nodded and she hooked her fingers into it and lifted it. while I held the hook ready, it wouldn't quite teach, so she opened her legs and stroked the flesh up and tried again, this time I was able to slip the hook into the top of her cunt and the flesh folded over till the wires stopped it and the hook settled, firmly embedded and she let it go, she stroked the taut, naked lips which stretched near to her navel, then she pulled out the loose inner lips and stretched her clitty, which was now sticking up.
"I like this, can I keep it? I'll wear it," she asked.
"It's for you, but I haven't finished yet, I want to tie up your tits."
"Go on then, she urged, "do anything you like to me, I'm loving it."
"Oh, we shall need a pair of old panties," I said, remembering Jessie and how effective they had been, I had those same panties upstairs now. one of my most prized trophies, and just as they were when I'd taken them off.
"Panties?" she asked in surprise, "what for?"
"For you to bleed into, to save making a mess all over the place. I'll rip a hole between the legs, to fuck you through."
"Oh. I see. I hadn't thought of that. Will I bleed much?"
"My last woman did. I'll show you the panties she wore when I deflowered her, Did you know I made her have a baby, Meg?"
"No! did you? how lovely for you, what is it?"
"A boy. I'll show you some colored photos I took of her when she was pregnant, just before she left and went back home, they're smashing."
"Take some of me," she pleaded, "as dirty as you like. I know men like that sort of thing and I'll do it for you."
"I'd love to," I said as I got to my feet and took up the other two lengths of tape. I doubled both of them, then passed the ends inside the loop to make a pair of running nooses of double thickness and she stood still while I placed the nooses over her tits and pulled them tight, her hanging breasts drew up and, as I gently tightened the nooses down, formed themselves into hard rounded balls, while my sister, entranced, moved them about and pulled the skin through to get the tape close down against her chest.
"I never thought of doing this to them," she cried as I went round behind her and drew the ends over her shoulders, I tied the two with metal tags together at the back of her neck, while she held her head forward, then I asked her to lean back and hollow in her back. One end hung down from each shoulder and I now picked up the ends at her waist, I tied each of these ends to the other two like braces, then she straightened herself up and the tapes took the strain and lifted her balled tits high. The press of the flesh forced her nipples out into lewd peaks, and if she felt any pain or discomfort, she didn't show it, but looked delighted.
"Lovely.. ! Oh! you're clever, look at the veins swelling, and just look at my nipples ... they're teats," she giggled, "Like a cow's. Now. please, fuck me, I'm as randy as a mare."
"Find a pair of old panties, then, and I will," I grinned, lightly slapping her tits back and forth, then she gigglingly broke away and went to search in the old dresser drawers, I followed her slapping her soft behind.
"I can't feel it," she said saucily over her shoulder as she pulled out a drawer and began to rummage through the rubbish, "hurt it. go on."
Instead of slapping harder I pushed both my forefingers into her anus and began to jerk the muscle apart, she moaned and rested her head on her arms on the dresser top while I worked my hooked fingers round the hole.
"Are you going to fuck my hole up there ... as well?" she asked.
"I might would you mind.. ? "
"No, I just wanted to know, that's all. I've heard about it ... Oooooh it hurts."
"Shall I stop?" I asked pausing.
"No." she cried, "go on, stretch it, but don't break it. hurt it ... make it loose ... "
As my fingers began to ache, I had an idea and she was surprised when I suddenly left her alone, she renewed her search and I went into the hall and opened the door of the cubbyhole under the stairs. I found what I was after by touch, right at the back, an old, scruffed fox-fur mother had discarded years before. I bore it back and showed it her, it was all complete, with tail and, Meg having found the panties she fetched me a pair of scissors and I cut a tail out. then handed her the rest and said;
"Make yourself a pair of fur pants with that, I'll tell you how later. Find me a bit of rag and some thin string.
She soon found the articles and held the tail while I bound the rag round the cut end and made a ball, then I bound this tightly with the string, then she turned her back to me and bent over while I pushed the rag ball up into her anus. I cut a hole in the seat of the panties and she pulled them on, I pulled the tail through the hole, then she stood while I cut a slit through the double gusset and through this I pulled the loose inner lips. "It tickles," she wriggled. "What does?"
"The tail, the hairs are tickling me and making me want to go to the lavatory," she giggled. "Shall I pull it out?"
"No, I like it, I was just telling you. now. please, fuck me, I'm dying sor it and it's itching like mad."
"Not yet, you've forgotten I've got to get rid of my first lot of spunk, or I'll get you with a kid."
"Tell me what you want to do. then," she cried.
I led her to the settee and sat down, then made her kneel on all fours, her tail stood up and waved gracefully above her panties rump, she looked at me expectantly, so I told her what I wanted her to do, and next moment she had taken my cock into her mouth and greedily began sucking it. It felt wonderful. I said:
"When my spunk comes, have it. it's for the girl, so drink it," she nodded and sucked harder, bobbing her head up and down to fuck her face.
I noticed her shift her shoulders and next moment felt her gently feeling my balls, which seemed to excite her, for she pushed her face down further and my knob kept squeezing into her throat, her fingers pressed in and massaged my balls and suddenly it happened, I jerked and began spunking into her mouth and she closed her lips tightly, about half way down my cock and some must have got into her throat for she began to heave and retch, but managed to swallow it and clear her throat till I had finished, when I nodded she drew her mouth off and sat on her heels. Looking delightfully thoughtful she rolled my spunk around her mouth, tasting it, she opened her mouth and pushed out her cupped tongue to show me my own spunk, then swallowed it a little at a time, finally sucking her mouth and licking round her teeth, then she smiled at me.
"What a lot you gave me, I've never tasted any before, but I've seen it."
"Did it taste awful?" I asked her, belatedly feeling some remorse.
"Strong ... spunky, like it smells ... I don't feel sick and I'll learn to like it, ecause its yours, besides, you sucked me, and my cunt smells worse than your cock, I do love balls, Tony ... yes, I know that's where the spunk comes from and I love that. What do I do now.. ? "
"Suck my cock clean and make it come up stiff again," I said, "then I'll deflower you and fuck you and spunk up your belly."
"Lovely," she sighed happily. "I adore you."
I noticed her wriggling her behind, so I asked her:
"What's the matter. I'll take the talil out if it's. . . "
"It's not that, I want to have a piddle, but I didn't like to tell you."
"I'll get you a bowl. I want to watch. Mind?" I asked as I got up.
"No, if you want to," she smiled.
"Get the panties off." I told her as I went, and when I came back with a small hand bowl she had them off and was standing feeling her behind, or pushing the tail back in, I made her sit astraddle the arms of the armchair nearest and helped lift her legs, she used her elbow against the seat back to prevent herself slipping. I placed the bowl under her cunt and stretched her cunt open with my thumbs, then saw the cowl and tongue open, then her urine gushed and the hole was forced open. Just before the flow started to decrease I pressed my mouth into her cunt and drank some of her piss.
"Oh!"' she gasped, "I'll do that to you, when you want to go. Oh Tony, how lovely of you to drink it. You do love me ... ! "
Though this seemed a queer way to show proof, I said:
"Of course I do, you're my favorite sister," then I went to empty the bowl and wash it out.
I went back and we resumed our former positions, and she sucked my cock into election. She'd put on the panties again and was ready, she said so and asked me how I wanted to do it.
"Like a dog and bitch do," I said as I get up. I slapped her rump and made her crawl forward, fold her arms on the settee seat and rest her head on them. I got two cushions and put them under her knees, then lifted her knees apart and pressed my hands into her back, so that she gasped as her captive tits were squashed, so I slid my hands under her and pulled her tits out. I then found that the tail would be in my way, so pulled it out, then I opened the slit in her panties and guided my cock through her hymen and with one hard thrust broke through, she half reared up as the stab of pain lanced through her, I pushed her down and held her while I forced my cock up into her and, without pausing began to fuck her hard, feeling her warm blood trickling down my balls. After a moment she lay still, gasping, but the pain must have been short lived for she presently lifted her head and threw it back.
"Harder," she cried, "hurt me ... make it hurt me," and she began to push back!
She was a lovely tight fuck, her flesh dragged my foreskin back painfully, and the grip of her ring half strangled my cock, making it swell up lividly.
"Christ, you lovely bitch, you lovely bitch ... you lovely fucking bitch," I groaned and slid my arm under her belly and found her stiff clitty, she moaned and writhed at that and. as I rubbed and rolled her knob she suddenly went into the shivers of her come and the snatching of her cunt fetched me off. I thrust in and rubbed jerkily, spilling my spunk in as far as I could, she sprawled out, panting and smelling of sweat and cunt, and I lay over her bowed back, panting too, but to my gratification my cock remained stiff, so after a rest I carried on fucking her.
"Oh ... Tony. . . " she sobbed, "you love me ... "
"I'm crazy about you," I panted, "you're mine ... my wench ... "
"Yes ... Oh yes ... Oh please ... Yes, Tony, I'll be your slave, you can beat me if you want to ... do anything you like to me, I love you ... I felt it. . . "
"Felt what?" I asked.
"When you spunked into me, I could feel it come ... Oh! fuck me," she sobbed, "hurt me ... please hurt me. . . "
I pumped her clitty again and kneaded her back with my other hand till the come hit her, but it didn't fetch up my spunk this time and she kept flinching as I fucked on till it did come, then she heaved a quivery sigh and took it. After a rest I pulled my soft cock out and took her into the kitchen to get her panties off and wash off the blood. like Jessie, she'd bled a lot and the panties were soaked through, some of the blood had run along her belly and a lot more down her thighs.
"It was wonderful, Tony," she assured me as I attended to her, "I worship you."
After I had wiped her and put in a bit of vaseline to help her wounds heal, I untied her tits, afraid the veins might burst or something, then, though she protested, I also untied the tape belt and took the hook out.
"What're you taking it off for?" she asked.
"I like your cunt like that, hanging loose, besides, I can do what I like to you, you said so," I grinned.
"Of course," she agreed at once, "and meant it. I'll obey you ... you want to have a pee yet?"
"Not urgently," I said.
"Let me have it, let me drink it from your cock, do it into my mouth."
"O. K, get down on your hands and knees."
She obeyed at once and took my soft cock into her mouth and began to suck it, after a bit I started to piss and she drank it down as fast as it came and took all I had to give her.
When she got up after I'd finished we went to sit together before the fire, I sat in the armchair and she curled up sitting on the floor between my legs and I dozed off while she played with my soft cock, then she woke me up and said we'd better be getting dressed, so we did, and I took her bloodied panties upstairs to add to the other pair.
After that I had only to go to her bedroom at night to get anything I wanted, with occasionally an evening together when the folks were out, and she fully lived up to her promises, but after a time I felt the need for a change and saw an advert in the evening paper for a milk-roundsman, so I got the job and gave up the other.
I held that job nearly two years and got many casual fucks with married women on my regular rounds, but after a time I found that every time a schoolgirl appeared walking along the street my eyes would single her out and I made some pretext to linger to watch her, thinking of the fresh young body under the drab uniform. Occasionally I saw one that particularly appealed to me, she seemed to carry herself better than the others, she must have been about thirteen, no older than and perhaps even a bit younger, so one afternoon I made a point of following her as she walked home, and found out where she lived.
CHAPTER FOUR
I felt a bit scared about this fresh problem, I was over twenty, a womanizer, I had two women virgins to my credit and a lot of married women, one of whom was expecting a baby by me which wasn't an accident, but the result of her appeal for one, so I'd given it to her.
After a lot of heart searching, I decided to hell with it, I wanted to fuck that kid and perhaps others as well.
I watched outside the school and saw many girls, most of them older than my favorite and more developed, whom I told myself I wouldn't mind breaking in, but this one girl was the one I was after just then and worth concentrating on. Trouble was, meeting her where it would be safe enough to escort her and talk to her, without being seen. I knew
I'd get into serious trouble if I was caught with her in a compromising situation, but I was banking on the notorious curiosity of young teenaged girls, and many men had succeeded in getting themselves little Lolitas, without getting into trouble over it.
One evening I was determined to try my luck and had a good wash, then changed and made myself look nice. I set out, making for the street where this girl lived, hoping I might see her out at play, as it was a fine summer evening and lots of kids were out.
The house was one of a row of old but well looked after houses of good working class people and I turned into the street with my mouth dry and my palms wet with sweat. I was afraid of what I was doing, I confess it, but something drove me on and I began to stroll slowly along the street on the opposite pavement to that on which her house stood. From a distance I saw some children playing ball and my heart began to thump faster as I tried to make out if this girl was one of them, but I was too far off.
None of them were in school clothes and at first I didn't recognize her, but, as I got close she suddenly turned and saw me and my heart missed a beat as I saw her face, saw by her expression that she recognized me, and I hadn't realized she'd noticed me, I felt a thrill of fear for a moment and my legs trembled as I passed the children, luckily I was near the end of the street and, on turning the comer I rested against the gable wall of a house till I felt calmer, then I stood undecided what to do next. To walk back along that street seemed a big risk, the kids would be sure to remember me, most of them had paused in their play to watch me go past, but she was there and she drew me like a magnet.
While I was still hesitating the ball bounced past near where I stood, hit the opposite curb and began to roll back towards me. As I bent down to pick the ball up, thinking to return it, the girl came running round the corner, she slithered to a halt and stared wide eyed at me, then suddenly smiled.
"You ... I've seen you before, you're a milk-man." I nodded, I couldn't speak.
"You want ... it's me you've come round here for, isn't it ... ? I'm not silly, you're after me ... " suddenly she smiled, "you're scared. . .it's all right, it, makes me feel thrilly, can you wait a bit ... ? " I nodded dumbly. "I'll try to break away, then I'll come. Look, someone might see you standing there. There's an alley back of the houses, you go there and wait for me down the alley, and I'll let you do dirty things to me ... " with that she seized the ball and ran off, having heard one of the kids coming, the sound of their voices faded and I wiped my face, then walked slowly up the street. I soon came on the mouth of the narrow alleyway she'd told me about and gratefully turned into it. A little way up a fence had broken and there was a gap, just inside the garden, if it could be called that, were a couple of old. dilapidated sheds with a gap between them and beyond a lilac bush, to one side was a rusted piece of corrugated sheeting. I stepped through the gap and picked up the sheet, backing into the gap I placed the sheet between the two sheds and crouched down behind it.
I would have liked a smoke, but daren't light one, in case the smoke gave me away, but nobody came, and I remembered that the alleyway was grass and weed grown, so probably the alley was little used. The minutes ticked by, but at last I heard soft footfalls approaching and a moment later, walking slowly past, came the girl. I called out softly and she turned and saw me.
She approached the fence and smiled at me.
"What you hiding for ... ? I thought you'd gone away, you can come out, nobody will see us up here, and I know a better hiding place."
I rose, moved the tin and stepped out. The girl took my hand.
"You must like me a lot to follow me here," she said.
"I do, you're lovely," I said huskily, giving her slim hand a squeeze.
"You want to do dirty things to me?" she asked, "sexy things ... ? "
"I'd like to," I said.
"Oooh, lovely, I play with myself," she offered, "my mom don't know, I like the smell of my slit. Will you show me yours, if I show you mine?"
"Sure, of course I will, feel it if you want to."
She half turned and I slowed up, she put her hand to the front of my trousers and felt me.
"Your cock ... ? " she gasped, clutching the thick, stiff shaft.
"Yes, don't be frightened, I won't hurt you, I won't do anything to frighten you."
"I didn't know they were this big," she remarked, "I've seen a boy's but it wasn't much, only as big as one of your fingers, Oh! what big balls you've got. Have you had any kids, are you married?"
"I'm not married, but I've made three women have babies."
"Oh gosh," she looked up, her eyes shining, "you, three kids ... ? what are they?"
"One's a girl, one a boy and the other isn't born yet, it's still in its mother's belly."
"With this?" she asked, squeezing my cock.
"Yes, of course, a woman can't have a baby without the cock."
"I can't have a kid, can I?" she asked.
"How old are you?"
"I'm not thirteen yet, not till September."
"I'd say not. but it won't be long now, most girls start when they're thirteen, you have to have your puberty first."
"I know about that, but how will I know I've had it?"
"When your titties start to swell."
"Then it's all right, I don't want to have a baby, and if I could I wouldn't let you be dirty to me, but I can. If you like I'll be your girl-friend till my puberty, then you must stop seeing me. Promise."
"I promise, I'm no more anxious to get you into trouble than you are."
"That's all right then," she smiled, "I noticed you several weeks ago and saw you watching me. It made me feel funny, so when I got home I went up to the lavatory to have a frig. I love frigging myself, it gives me a lovely feeling, especially when I think about you. You're nice ... I'd like to see you all naked. That's what I think about when I frig, a naked man."
"How much further?" I asked her huskily.
"Oh, we've walked past it," she giggled, so we turned back, then she led me up to a broken, sagging gate that led into a backyard, grass grown and derelict, beyond was an old building with a weather beaten sign, but I could only make out a few of the letters, the rest had peeled off.
We crossed the yard and went round to the side of the building, the girl pushed open a door and beckoned me inside.
It had once been a small factory, the floor was of hard, beaten earth and over in a corner stood a piece of rusted machinery, the few small windows were of iron and had lost most of their panes. To this side, near the door we had entered by was a stairway and the girl made for this and began to mount. I followed up close behind her, then the impulse overcame me and I slid my hand up the impulse the short cotton skirt and between her thighs. She halted in her stride as I gently felt her small cunt through her panties. She smiled at me.
"I've been waiting for you to do that ... Ooh, nice, it's more thrilly than when I do it, but come on," she pushed my hand away and continued on up.
At the top were two doors, she pushed open the one on the left and we went in. I closed the door softly and looked around. The light was just beginning to fail and I knew she couldn't stay out too late.
"How long can you stay out," I asked her as she walked over to an old mattress in the dimmest corner.
"Till it's dark," she sighed, "it won't be long now, but, she brightened, "I can meet you here earlier tomorrow, about six, if you can come. . . ? "
"Seven, I don't get back from work till after six."
She stepped onto the mattress and folded herself down to sit cross legged, she patted the mattress beside her and I sat down and slipped my arm round her waist, she sighed and nestled against me.
"I'll come. . .Ooh, I like you, kiss me, make me feel grown up ... sixteen ... "
I kissed her soft lips gently, but she flung her arms round my neck and sucked my lips avidly, so I kissed her a bit harder, rolling my mouth round hers.
Suddenly she freed herself and flung herself back and lay down, she pulled her skirt up to her waist, showing her dark blue gym panties.
"Pull my panties off and take your trousers off," she said.
Kneeling beside her and trying to steady my shaking hands, I eased her small panties down, she lifted her bottom and I pulled them off, then she spread her legs apart and wriggled her clothes further up.
Half choked with emotion, I shakily unfastened my trousers and, together with my pants pushed them off. I knelt, pulling up my shirt and thrust my hips out.
"Ooooh," she gasped, leaning up on one elbow, "Lets take all our clothes off.. ? "
I nodded and she sat up, she pulled off her frock, then her vest, then came to help me with my vest.
"Oh, a naked man, you're just like I dreamed about ... no, its better, you're real," she clasped both hands round my cock and I slid my finger along her soft cunt, her hands began to move as I gentry rubbed her, she seemed familiar with the foreskin and showed no surprise when it folded itself back and left my big knob exposed, "this is lovely, are you going to fuck me?"
"Not this time, there isn't time, darling. What's your name? Mine's Tony."
"I like that, mine's Carol, I'm Carol Fletcher."
"Pleased to meet you, Carol," I said, kissing her on the lips.
"You are going to fuck me, aren't you?" she asked.
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes. I want to feel what it's like, will it hurt."
"I'll try to be very gentle, you're a virgin, aren't you?"
Surprisingly she said:
"No, it wasn't a boy, I did it, I like pushing things up into the hole, thin things at first, I used a pen holder, then thicker things, and now I use a milk bottle."
"Oh, good, then it won't hurt you ... like to try if I can push my cock in. . ? "
"I thought you said we hadn't time?"
"But I thought you were a virgin, Carol, if the hole is open we needn't waste time, there's time for a fuck."
"Lying down. . ? "
"Yes. You lie down and I'll get on top of you."
She eagerly stretched herself out, drew her feet up and opened out her thighs. Taking care not to let my full weight down on her, I lowered myself over her and brought my cock up to her cunt and placed it with my hand. then, nudging gently I essayed to penetrate her vagina and slowly, tightly I urged the head of my cock in. She shivered and clung to me, so I asked her if I was hurting her, but she shook her head.
"No ... Oooh, it feels lovely, push it up me and fuck me ... Oh, I do love you, Tony ... I'm not a little girl, am I?"
"No darling, you're nearly a woman, you're a lovely girl and I love you," gently ... gently, I urged it up into her and the hole opened and became wet, then it was in and her naked mount was pressed against my hairs.
"I love it ... love it ... fuck me now and make me come, you come too ... "
Drawing back about half, I began to fuck her slowly and tenderly, she was so slight and girlish, so young, I bent my head and pressed my lips to hers and we kissed and kept on kissing as I fucked her, till she got her mouth free to say:
"Lie on me, Tony, it's not going all up me, I want it right up."
I let my weight settle on her hips and my hips forced her legs out wider and my cock sank right in.
"That's better, now ... it's all right, it won't hurt me, so you can fuck me harder, it's lovely, your cock's the best, better than anything I've pushed up.
I captured her mouth again and raked my cock into her deep and hard, so that her body shook and heaved under me, but her mouth sucked kisses from me and her slender arms hugged me, I massaged her body under mine and at last I felt her cringe and the squeezing of her thighs as she tried to close them, her young body trembled with her come and her cunt sucked at my cock, next moment I was spunking furiously into her and fucking it in, then peace stole over me and we lay still, locked together, till she gave a tremulous sigh and pushed at my chest.
I pulled out and rolled off her, and it was nearly dark.
She sat up and groped around for her clothes. We began to get dressed.
"You will come tomorrow, won't you, Tony?" she asked when we were almost ready to go.
"Yes, of course I will. Try keeping me away from my girl-friend."
"That's me," she cried happily, "Oh Tony, I love fuck, you wet up me, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"I felt it come, a lot of hot spurts, and you can give me some more tomorrow."
We walked back to the mouth of the alleyway, where we separated after kissing and renewed promises, which I fully intended to keep.
* * *
I found her already there, waiting for me. it was just after seven and as I walked into the weed grown yard she showed herself at the door, then disappeared. I found her upstairs, lying on the mattress with her frock off.
"Darling Tony," she murmured as I lay beside her and kissed her passionately.
"Darling Carol," I murmured, stroking her long brown hair, "my little beauty."
"Tony, it's funny ... but what you did last night wasn't a bit dirty, it was too lovely and I went right off to sleep as soon as I went to bed. I didn't have to frig myself."
"Fuck is best," I said, and she nodded enthusiastic agreement.
"Yes, it is, Tony ... I'm ready to be fucked again," she hinted.
I took off her undies, then stripped myself. "Ooh, I love seeing you all naked, Tony, you're lovely."
"Let's talk for awhile," I suggested.
"We can talk ... afterwards," she pouted. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
"It isn't that I don't want to fuck you, little sweetheart ... I'm afraid of fucking you too much. Remember last night. . ? "
"Oh ... yes ... " she looked thoughtful, "couldn't we play a game. . ? " she suggested eagerly.
"I'd like to talk to you, but I'll tell you what ... we could talk with my cock in you ... I'll move the mattress and show you what I mean."
I got up, then moved the mattress till about a third of one end was folded and formed a backrest up the wall like a couch. Watched by the curious girl, I seated myself comfortably and leaned back, then held out my arms to her. She crawled up to me and I lifted her and sat her astraddle across my thighs.
"Now put him in, darling and get him up, I smiled.
Suddenly comprehending, she smiled vividly and lifted her bottom a bit. I left it to her, she clasped my cock, squatting over me and very intent, the tip of her tongue peeping between her lips as she steered the end of my cock into her cunt and with little gasps to push herself down on it. She wriggled and strained and gave little excited cries as she slowly made it glide in, pushed harder and finally settled her bottom on my groins, the last hairy inch slowly disappeared into her cunt, then I drew my feet up and made a backrest for her with my thighs.
Giggling softly in sheer delight, she leaned back in her 'chair' her eyes alive with fun. "Oh! I love this," she said.
"Well, well think of games to play too, for other times it's best to think of different things to do," I told her, taking her hands in mine.
"What shall we talk about, Tony darling?" she asked.
"I'd like to hear more about you," I confessed.
"I've told you about frigging myself," she reminded me, "What else do you want to know?"
"I'd like to hear how you started to frig, and if you've done it with other girls."
"But I told you how I started, Tony," she protested.
"No darling, you only told me you did. I want to know how you found out about it, how old you were ... "
"Well ... I've been doing it a long time ... let's see, it was after I started going to school when I was five ... I think I must have been about six, it was just after my aunty Jane had been with us to stay the week-end and she'd brought me a present ... Oh! I'm remembering now ... I told you I'd seen a boy's ... there was another one, a little boy who lives next door to us, I was playing in our garden and I saw him through the hedge having pee, his shorts fell down and I saw everything. He didn't see me. It made me feel all funny and jealous of him and I wanted one like his. I wondered why mine was a slit, then thought mom might have cut it off because I'd been naughty, so I locked myself in the lavatory to have a look. It was the first time I'd looked at it, really, and I soon saw it couldn't have been cut like that so I decided I must be different and that's why I was dressed in girl's clothes, but I kept on thinking about that little boy's cock and wanting one, so I started searching for something that looked like his cock, thinking I could tie it on and make myself into a boy. . . " she paused to think.
"It was aunty's present that gave me the idea, it was a new dolly and I loved it better than my old one, because one of the arms had come off my old dolly, an old stuffed rag one. I found the arm that had come off. I'd saved it because daddy had said he'd try to mend it back on. but he hadn't bothered. I took the arm to bed with me, and after mom had been to kiss me and tuck me up I waited a bit, then pushed the bedclothes down and pulled my nightie up. I opened my legs and put the arm in my slit, then closed my legs to grip it with half of it sticking out, but the hand spoiled the look, so I got out of bed and found a piece of pink rag and bound the rag round and round into a knob and tied it on with a bit of cotton. I got into bed again and put it in and started playing with it. I must moved it up and down in my cunt because I began to feel a nice, tickly feeling.
"After a bit I took the arm out and went to switch on the light, then I lay on the bed and lifted my legs back so I could examine my cunt better, with my fingers I pulled my slit wide open and tried to find out where the tickly feeling had come from, touching it and rubbing inside till my finger made me give a little jump. It was near the top of my slit where the little bits join at the top and there was a sort of little hood. I pulled the hood back and saw a little red lump, ever so tiny, and when I touched it ever so gently it sent a lovely feeling through me that made me flinch, so I kept on tickling it. then the hood slipped from under my finger and made me give a little jump. Then the hood slipped from under my finger and while I was trying to pull it back I could still feel the thrills so I tried rubbing it through the hood and knew then I didn't need to pull the hood back to do it. I went to turn the light out and got into bed and made myself go to sleep rubbing myself.
"I forgot all about the dolly's arm. and next day my mom found it in my bed, she wanted to know what I'd been doing with it and she made me feel scared, so I fibbed and told her I'd had my old dolly in bed with me with the arm tied on and it must have come off. Then she wanted to know why the hand was bound up and I said I'd been pretending my dolly had hurt her hand. In the end she let it drop, but I felt she was watching me and knew then that I mustn't let her find out about my secret, else she'd smack me. I used to wait a long time, till after I'd heard mom and daddy go to bed, before I dared start to frig myself. I did it every night till I fell asleep.
"It was another girl who told me about my hole. I think I was nine then and at playtime I'd gone to visit the lavatory and, as I walked along the passage, looking for an empty one I saw this girl, her name is Mary Alton and the door wasn't shut, I thought it was empty and pushed it open, but she was in there. She had her panties down round her ankles and her skirt was tucked up so that she was half naked, she had her finger in her slit and was frigging herself, she cried out in fright and leaned forward, pulling her skirts down over her knees, I closed the door and found another one. After I had pee'd and wiped myself I left. A little later she found me in the playground, she looked anxious and asked me, 'Please Carol, don't tell anyone what you saw me doing ... I forgot to lock the door!' I didn't want any of the others to hear us talking, so I asked her to come with me and found a corner round the side of the school, then I told her that I frigged too. She was delighted, she said she'd been trying to find another girl who frigged because she'd heard it was better if someone else did it. She asked me if I would like to go for a walk over the field with her and find a hiding place where we could frig each other. I agreed at once and she asked me to meet her after tea. It was near the August holidays then and sunny and warm and light until late. I agreed to meet her.
"We talked about ourselves as we walked down the lane to the field, she told me she'd been frigging since she was eight and I told her I had since I was six. We climbed the stile and walked together along the hedge arm in arm, we followed the hedge round the field and found a place in the far corner where the ground sloped down into a shallow dry ditch ... full of grass. She said she wanted a pee and I said wanted one too. Giggling, we took our panties right off, then squatted in the bottom of the ditch. Mary asked me to wait a bit as the grass was in the way and she couldn't see, we beat the grass flat and squatted facing each other again, then she said we couldn't see the pee place as it was underneath, she suggested we sit down she showed me how she meant, resting back on her arms, her feet drawn up and legs wide apart, I copied her, my feet touching hers and we could see everything, because our cunts were apart, then we made our pee come and watched it piddle out like little springs. Afterwards we tore off some dock leaves to wipe ourselves and found a hollow away from the pools of pee. we lay part up the bank with one arm round each other's neck, we kissed and frigged each other and it was lovely.
"The funny thing is, I'd never made myself have a come before I met Mary, but she had and when I wanted to stop she cried out and said I hadn't made her have a come yet! I asked her what a 'come' was and she was delighted that she knew more about it than me, she told me and we went on ... " Carol heaved a long sigh, excited by her own memories. "I've never felt anything like it, it swelled and swelled up inside me till I felt I was going to burst and I had to jerk my aching cunt away from her fingers and curl myself up to nurse it.
"She left me alone for a bit, then reminded me I hadn't made her have a come yet. After asking her not to touch me again I went back to frigging her till she went off like I had and pushed my hand away.
"We became great friends and, about once or twice a week we went to the field for a mutual and played about with each other. One afternoon she showed me her she-hole and showed me a blackboard peg, which she said she'd pinched from school, she asked me to push the peg up into her hole and rub it in and out. When I hesitated, afraid of hurting her. she pushed it in. I was astonished, I hadn't even known I had a hole there, and she left the peg in while she showed me where mine was, but when she tried to push the tip of her finger through, I found it too painful and snatched my cunt away, but I agreed to rub in the peg for her, and that time, frigging her as well, she had her come sooner than me.
"On our way back, I asked her more about the hole, and she told me hers used to be small like mine, but she'd opened it by pushing things up it and gradually she'd stretched it big enough to use the peg. She'd hurt me, so I decided to do it myself, and. like I told you. I think. I used a pen-holder, it was tapered and I used it till it went right in easily, then I found a Christmas candle, a tapered, twisty one, and with this I opened up my hole a lot more, then, when I couldn't find anything thicker. I used my fingers.
'One morning mother handed me two empty milk bottles as I was leaving for school, and asked me to leave them on the step for the milkman. As I walked to the door one of bottles began to slip through my hand and I felt the smooth taper of the neck. I saved it falling, but that night I found an empty one and washed it, I took it to bed with me and warmed it on my belly, then sucked the neck and pushed it into my hole. I held it in tight while I frigged myself feeling the hole straining and stretching. Next night I waited till they were n bed, then I got out of bed and stood the bottle on the floor, after wetting the neck. I knelt on the floor over the bottle and got it in and sat on it, then I had a terrible fright, mom must have heard something for she came to look, but, luckily my nightie skirt was down and I was kneeling with my face to the bed and I had my hands clasped, so it looked as if I was saying my prayers." Carol blew out a gasp, "Phew ... She said ... 'Oh!' and closed the door softly and left me alone. She was very kind to me next day and on Sunday she went to church with me. I kept wanting to giggle, it seemed so funny, thinking I was praying when I was sitting there on the milk bottle stretching my hole, but I was more careful after that, then I noticed you staring at me as I walked home, then you followed me to find out where I lived and I knew you were after me. I hadn't been interested in boys till then and I was thrilled to have a real, grown-up man after me, and now, here I am, sitting on your big cock.. ! "
I reached out and pulled her forward, I kissed her hard, then rolled her over without uncunting and fucked her fast and hard. I remembered just in time and jerked out, then hastily pushed it back because it didn't matter, I had to fuck her a bit more to fetch it up, then lay letting it come in her belly.
"Did you.. ? " I asked as I rolled off her. she shook her head, "Never mind, you got me so excited I couldn't help myself but I can do it again just now. Would you like me to do something nice to you?"
"Yes, what is it," she asked eagerly.
"Lie down and open your legs and I'll show you," I said, so she lay down and I crouched between her open legs and put my mouth to her cunt and began to lick her clitty.
"Oh Tony ... smelly ... you'll be sick," she protested.
I shook my head and went on licking, she became excited and nervous, she stroked my hair, then pressed my face harder against her soft cunt and began to butt it up.
"Oh ... Tony ... Tony darling. . . " she whimpered," then her hands were pushing at my head and her hips flinging back and she got it free and curled up to nurse it.
I sat and took her head on my lap and her drugged eyes gazed up at me slumbrously. I gently stroked her hair and her soft cheek.
"Oh Tony, it's beautiful ... I'm in love with you and you're so kind to me," she turned her head towards my belly, then turned her body over on her side. She slid her hand over my thigh and gently lifted my limp cock from between my thighs. She laid it along the groove and delicately pushed back the foreskin to expose my soft red, spunky knob.
She looked at it for a long time, gently stroking the crumpled foreskin, then she turned over and got her knees under her. Crouching, her face hovering a few inches above my cock she sniffed delicately at the odor arising from the wet, steaming cock.
"You licked mine ... " she murmured, "would you like me to lick yours Tony?"
"Oh darling ... yes, but it's.. ? "
"I told you, I like smelling mine, I rub my fingers in then smell my finger and suck it ... you've been up me ... "
"Please ... " I murmured.
Her head went down, her tongue slid out and lightly licked over my red knob. She pushed to taste it and smiled at me then went back to my cock. Presently she took my cock in her hand and held it upright, moving it to lick all around the knob, it was delicious, but she presently lifted her head and crouched, moving it about and curiously examining it all over, she felt my balls and pushed the skin right back, then said slowly:
"Tony, I'd like to see you make the wet stuff come. I want to see it, I can't get at the other lots, I tried to get some out last night, but it's up too far and my cunt was tender, I couldn't push anything up ... "
"Well, yes. or rather, you can," I said slowly.
"Please ... tell me how," she begged.
"You know what happens when we fuck.. ? " she nodded, "my cock has to be squeezed and rubbed and your cunt does that." she nodded again, "so you would have to make my cock feel it's up your hole ... I don't like to suggest it, but if you got my cock in your mouth and sucked as much of it as you can, while rubbing the rest with your hands, you could make my spunk come, and I'd call out when I felt it coming, so you could get it out of your mouth in time, then rub it to make it all come up. Think you would like to do that?"
"You won't let your ... spunk ... come in my mouth?" she asked.
"No darling. I wouldn't do that to you, but act quick when I say. . . 'Now' but keep rubbing it after it's out of your mouth."
"It didn't taste nasty ... when I licked it," she said, as if in self-defense.
I sought to reassure her:
"If you love the person you're doing it to, it isn't wrong or nasty, because its the loved one's body." I said and she smiled, nodded.
"Then I can, and I want to. I'm not being a dirty girl?"
"No darling, you're the sweetest cleanest girl in the world."
"I'll do it for love. Tony," she said, and with that she crouched over me again and took a little, tentative suck at my naked knob, then opening her mouth wide, she pushed her lips down over it and slid into her mouth.
For a few moments she sucked, paused to swallow and sucked again, her hands ineffectually moving the skin along my cock, but gradually, after she had sucked off and swallowed the spunky taste she pushed her face down a bit more, began to suck harder and rub more expertly, so that within a few moments she had me a fine erection, which stretched her lips thinner. It was sheer luxury, she paused to throw her tumbled hair back, then went on more determined than before, making my excitement rise faster, my balls became clenched, my knob ached and sent thrills of warning through me ...
"Now," I groaned and she threw her head up and eagerly pumped my foreskin with both hands, then gave a cry as the first jet shot out, curved in the air and fell on my chest, her hands tightened and jerked at the skin, she laughed excitedly as jet after jet shot out and splashed along my body, the force diminishing till it was spilling over her hands.
"Oh Tony. . . " she gasped, looking at her spunk slimed fingers, "what a lot ... what an awful lot of spunk ... "
"It was you, you little beauty ... your lovely mouth."
"I'm glad," her eyes shone, she opened her slim fingers and the spunk made webs and ran into her palms, "me! I'm only twelve. . ? Oh! I feel so proud darling Tony, you love me, I just know you do," she held her hands under her nose and smelled the spunk ecstatically ... before I could stop her. she licked some off her fingers, gave a little shiver at the strong sharp taste, then to my surprise she began to lick and suck her fingers clean.
"No Carol," I cried belatedly, starting up, "you'll be sick ... "
"I won't." she contradicted, "it's yours! Then having licked it all off her hands, she bent over and licked up the blobs of slime along my body and swallowed it all.
I lay feeling sick for her, ashamed of myself for letting her do it, ashamed too for the intense thrill it gave me to see her doing it.
I could hardly blame myself, I told myself un-convincingly as I pulled her down beside me and kissed her spunk mouth.
"Tony," she said a little later as we got dressed, "next time ... tomorrow. . ? " I nodded. "Tomorrow, will you let me suck it again. . ? "
"Yes, if you want to, darling," I smiled. "Tony, I won't want you to say 'Now', " she said shyly.
"You know what will happen.. ? "
"Yes, that's what I want, will you let me make it come into my mouth?"
"You can do whatever you like, sweetheart. I'd love to, I was only afraid it would make you feel sick."
"I've never tasted anything like it, I don't feel a bit sick, so there. I loved it. Where does it come from, Tony?"
"Those balls under my cock, they make the spunk."
"How wonderful, I'll kiss your darling balls tomorrow, to thank them for making the lovely spunk for me."
The light was failing, so we walked to the mouth of the entry together, kissed and parted.
CHAPTER FIVE
That evening set the pattern for the rest of the year, till it became tooo cold for us to meet. She was a marvelous girl, quick to learn and eager to lend herself to anything sexy, then the weather turned so cold, with ice and snow, that I stopped her meeting me and I didn't see her all through February and only once afterwards.
When the weather broke I went to try to pick up with her again, but failed till nearly a fortnight later, then she saw me and a little later we were walking up the alleyway to the old factory.
"Oh Tony," she began to sob once we were inside out of the chill air and drizzle, "I ... I can't meet you again. We ... we're moving ... this weekend ... tomorrow, but I couldn't anyway ... Oh Tony, I've had my puberty, I have periods now, so please ... promise."
I promised and we had a fuck, she had a few silky hairs on her cunt now to prove her claim, but she was fearful and nervous and all the delight had gone out of of her, but she let me see her beautiful little tits before we put our clothes right and kissed goodbye.
"Oh Tony, darling," she sobbed as we kissed for the last time in the aEeyway, "it's been wonderful and fun, and I'll never, never forget you ... Goodbye," and with that she tore herself out of my arms and ran off.
Disconsolately I went home.
My sister Margaret, whom I'd told about my affair with Carol, consoled me, but, for a time the light had gone out of my life. I considered trying to find another young girl like Carol, but hesitated to try my luck a second time, and anyway, I knew I would never find a young girl like her.
Soon I was paying more attention to the younger married women on my milk round and got another of them pregnant, I met my new daughter and watched her being fed while I fucked her mother. I screened the pictures I had taken of Jessie, my sister, a few of the women and Carol, reliving again the hours I had spent in the old factory with her.
Gradually, as the years passed, her memory began to fade and I found new cunts to conquer, then, about ten years after my little love had moved out of my ken, came one of those astonishing coincidences that rarely happen in real life.
I was an older, more mature Tony by then, and still unmarried but my score of offspring had risen to fourteen. I was thirty-one when I met Carol again.
I'd heard from a chap I'd made friends with at my favorite local pub that there was a chap living in a town a half crown train ride away who gave pornographic film shows and he, under a promise of secrecy, gave me the address and phone number. I phoned this chap up and fixed things up with him for the following Saturday, my day off. I decided to go early as the place was unfamiliar and the chap at the pub had told me it took a bit of finding, so I caught an earlier train and arrived half an hour later. Leaving the station and following my. nose I soon found myself in the shopping center and was just about to ask a passer-by where Lomas street was, when a young woman coming towards me gave an exclamation and made a half run towards me.
I stopped, staring at her ... was it? could it be. . ?
"Tony!" she gasped, "it's Carol. . Carol Fletcher . . .Oh Tony ... Tony," she sobbed, "I must talk to you, and people are staring at us."
"Carol! my little love, you're lovely. . ! "
"Please Tony, take me somewhere quiet, I have such a lot to tell you. Oh! how wonderful to meet you again," she laughed breathlessly as I took her arm and began to walk away with her, "I've never forgotten you," her eyes sparkled, "or the lovely things we did together. Down here, Tony, there's a canal bridge ... "
We turned down a dimly lit road along the blue brick railway embankment wall, a train rumbled over head as we walked under an iron bridge, then she guided me through a break in the fencing and down a steep path. I saw the oily glint of water to our right as she led me towards a low bridge, then I had her backed against the wall and we were kissing each other with desperate intensity.
"Oh God, my darling," I choked as I pulled at her tight skirt, my other hand kneading feverishly the full, firm mounds of her breasts, then she came to my assistance, pushed down the side zipper and let her skirt fall around her feet, then as my hands eagerly opened her slip and panties, her fingers worked my fly buttons undone and a moment later she had my cock and testicles out. I pushed her panties after her skirt and she opened out her knees and guided my cock in, she gave a shivery sigh and pushed herself down on it.
"Tony darling, its bigger, much bigger than it was before, Oh! my darling ... on my last night of freedom. I'm getting married tomorrow."
"Oh ... Carol ... No!" I cried.
"It's true, my darling, but, you wouldn't marry me and he's a very nice man. We've been intimate right up till last night ... Oh darling, don't you see.. ? meeting you like this on my wedding eve ... "
"I daren't try to guess, the suspicion that has crossed my mind is too dazzling to believe ... " I said huskily, pausing in our somewhat awkward fuck, for I was much taller than she was.
"I want you to make love to me, I've just finished my period darling and I'm hot ... very. I want you to make me pregnant, he won't know it isn't his ... Oh Tony, I want it, I want it, my first baby, to be yours. My parents are both dead now and my husband will move into my house. It's not far, and he won't come near me till the wedding tomorrow, you can stay the night, sleep with me, have me ... have me, pour your spunk into me, suck me and be sucked ... Oh! everything we ever did together ... I'll drink your piss too."
I pulled out and helped her put her clothes right and buttoned my cock away.
"Let's go," I said simply, from a full heart, "I can't do you justice up a wall, I want you naked on your back."
"I do too, dear lover ... the times I've frigged myself silly thinking about you, you should see my clitoris now, its as big as a baby boy's cock ... I've had other men, but never one to compare with you, my very first man ... have you got married yet darling?" I shook my head. "Anymore children . . ? " she laughed.
"Ten, I think, No, it's eleven, fourteen altogether." I grinned.
"Fifteen, with me, I hope," she laughed, squeezing my arm," have you had any more young schoolgirls?"
"Not since you. and that's the truth. I loved my little Carol, her memory had remained bright all these years; but what an amazing coincidence, meeting you like this the day before your wedding. I can't get over it, and you've grown up into a lovely young woman."
"Wait till you see me naked, darling, I have a forty-three inch bust now, and a hungry womb. You mustn't fail me, I want that baby, have you got a woman recently?"
"Not for over a fortnight should be all right help me the first fuck, perhaps we can get my cock into your womb and unload right inside it. Then you won't miss. I want this kiddie too."
"We will, Tony," she said confidently, "we will, I'll help. I'll write to you, perhaps we can meet somewhere occasionally, and if, and when it comes you must see your baby ... and Tony, I might be able to get you a nice girl, like me, like I was, I mean. Its my niece, she lives close to me, and we're good friends and her father goes out drinking a lot. Are your parents still alive?"
"My mother was forty-seven when I was born and my father over fifty, they died of old age."
Presently she asked me to walk some distance behind her in case her neighbors noticed her walking with a strange man so I fell behind and waited till she had opened the door, then slipped in. She locked and bolted the door, led me along a passage into a pleasant living room. She locked the back door and drew the curtains, then went to stir up the fire and replenish it. I watched these preparations with a full heart, then she went past me to switch on the light.
"Something to eat, darling?" she asked, smiling.
"Take your clothes off first, let me look at my darling, feast my eyes on her. . . " I begged.
She went into the kitchen first and closed the curtains, then left the light on, took my hat and coat, made me sit in an armchair, bent to kiss me, then moved back. Smilingly she began taking her clothes off, neither too fast or too slow and gracefully ... her costume jacket was followed by her lace fronted blouse, then her skirt, she paused, then pulled off her slip.
She sat on the arm of the opposite armchair and released her four suspenders, bent to roll down her stockings and ball them, she slipped her high heeled shoes on again and, still sitting, reached behind her to unclip her brassiere, but left it on.
Reaching into her pantie waist she unfastened and removed her suspender belt. She stood up, looked at me, then, holding the cups of her brassiere in place with her hands, walked towards me and halted in front of me.
I leaned forward and reached up, she held out her arms and watched my face tenderly as I drew off her brassiere, the tight white mounds shook as the cups peeled away and I caught my breath, they jutted straight out without a trace of undersag, their bright pinky-red teats thick, fleshy and up-tilted and six inches away from the deep valley, she had large swollen veins in her breasts, I let the brassiere drop on the floor and pulled her panties down, she stepped out of them, then stood proudly, her hips thrust forward, her thick pubic hair like a beard. The lovely little girl, had grown up into a beautiful, voluptuous young woman. She was twenty-two.
I looked at her and she was satisfied.
"I can see you like me," she smiled as I turned her round to look at her back view, her buttocks were full, firm smooth and oval and long hairs sprouted in the cleft. I gave her bottom a slap and she went off to her kitchen laughing.
I watched her moving to and fro, laying the table and arranging the cutlery and crockery, presently she came in with the teapot, then food and beckoned to me. I sat down and pulled her to sit on my lap. She fed me and herself, while I fondled her body, every so often we paused to kiss deeply.
"You haven't changed, Tony," she said tenderly, "not one bit, you're the same man I used to know and whom I loved. I've never stopped loving you, perhaps I never will, perhaps I'll have more than one child ... I do, I think they may be all yours. Have you still got those pictures you took of me Tony?"
"Sure I have, they turned out perfect, show every detail ... why, my love?"
"I'd like to see them sometime. I like that sort of thing and my husband is interested in films, so I might become a film star and I'll get you some copies. Oh! he might want a male actor, perhaps we can arrange for you to meet him ... accidentally I'd act more naturally, with you." she laughed, "he told me he was going to shave all my cunt hair off. I used to, that's what made it grow so thick and long. I used to hate it. and I think it was because it helped to part us."
"I'd love to star opposite you, for free," I grinned.
"But why, darling, he'll expect to pay and he might suspect something if you refused payment."
"Something in that," I agreed, "we'll wait and see. Now. how about that baby. . ? "
"But I must clear away and wash up. darling." she protested.
"I'll help you," I sighed and let her get up. so, together we cleared the table and she washed up while I wiped, then she switched off the kitchen and closed the door.
"On the settee, Tony?" she asked quietly, now serious. "I'm wet, rotten ripe and aching for you ... look at my breasts, darling ... my nipples as stiff as pointing fingers and crying for a baby's lips ... undress, my love, let me help you ... "
She helped me end very soon I stood naked, she went down on her knees and, with a cry that had a sob in it, forced back my tight foreskin and, after pressing kisses over my wet knob, took it into her mouth, but soon I had to pull it out. so she kissed and licked my balls till I raised her and made her sit on the settee. She leaned back and lifted her legs, to force her womb lower in her vagina, and she held her legs back, round the backs of her thighs to hold them wider.
Kneeling. I bent over her big. hairy cunt and combed apart the long hairs to expose her deep red furrow. I took her clitoris in my mouth and sucked it till she asked me to stop. . .
"Now, Tony ... now," she cried, "put him in" so I slid my cock into her and pushed it up.
"I'll pose for you ... for more pictures, next time we meet." she panted as I let myself go, "Oh darling ... Tony ... my adored one. I love you ... darling, my womb ... Oh! I'm hot ... I'm boiling, get it into my womb."
I snatched a cushion from beside her and stuffed it under my knees to raise me a bit more, then both of us sought to steer my cock into the fleshy bell, and after some minutes of delicate probing she nodded and I pushed gently, feeling an indescribable sensation as I felt the fleshy cap slide down and grip over my knob. The excitement of it thrilled me as I fucked gently into her womb, I fell forward and sucked her cocked nipples, she stroked my hair tenderly, murmuring endearments, then laughed softly and said:
"Say 'Now' when it's going to come."
"You remember?" I said in delight.
"I can remember everything," she laughed, "I'm going to drink your spunk."
"Not this lot, this is for baby ... Now ... " I cried, and it was so, she wrapped her arms round me and held me tight to her breasts while I ecstatically spunked into her womb, over and over again while she was stroking my hair.
I moved back at last, then picked up her legs and arranged her lying on her side along the settee to rest. She went to sleep for half an hour or so while I knelt beside her sucking her breasts and playing with her stiff clitoris.
When she woke up I carried her to the table, upon which I had placed cushions. The table stood directly under the ceiling light. I opened out her legs and she lay smiling while I sat on a kitchen chair and re-learned her cunt, she neither pretended or showed any shame at all.
Afterwards I lay on the settee and she sat on me with my cock buried up her vagina while we talked till it was time to go to bed.
She made supper, then I carried her upstairs and we went to bed, but neither of us slept all night. I fucked her time and time again, sucked her clitoris, she sucked my cock and drank my spunk, and when we rose at seven next morning, nothing would satisfy her but that I relieve my bladder in her mouth and she didn't spill a drop.
I watched her empty her bladder-into the chamber and, as we got dressed she said gaily:
"I'm going to carry a bellyful of your spunk and piss to my wedding, and, I hope." she added softly, "your baby too. I think I conceived ... "
'But sweetheart, give it a chance, it's too early to tell yet, surely?"
"No, Tony, it was the feeling, when your first spunk came, a kind of breathless excitement I've never felt before. I know ... I'm certain. You'll see."
I didn't argue about it any more and we went down. She made breakfast, then we took a tender farewell and she let me out into the chill morning air.
I caught a train and it wasn't till it was under way that I remembered about the film show I'd passed up, I grinned to myself, a live show was better.
CHAPTER SIX
A month later I received a letter from Carol, now Mrs. Bryan:
My Dearest Love:
I'm pregnant, darling, just back from a visit to my doctor, I'm to expect baby in eight months time and my husband is delighted, the silly man, but he doesn't know its my lover's baby, that's our secret, but I have news for you. I won't be able to meet you yet awhile, darling, sorry, but he watches over me too closely. He took three films during our honeymoon, one with a nice schoolboy, one with the wife of a young man, they too were honeymooners and she was only seventeen, the husband took the other so that my husband could take the male lead, he's having prints made now and I'll get one each for you, you can have them when you come up next Saturday to meet my niece.
I've been telling her about you and she's eager to meet you. My husband is going to take a film of her soon and is looking for a man to star with her, I want it to be you, I want you to meet my husband while you're here and get it fixed up.
Janet, (my nice) is fair, her hair is long, she has blue eyes, is five feet tall and has been masturbating since I taught her how to five years ago. But her virginity is intact, I want you to deflower her and break her in for the film. She's only eleven, younger even than I was, but I know you will like her. she's a sweet girl and I've asked her to wear her school uniform.
She's told her father that she is going to stay the night with a girl-friend, (she often does). It's too risky for you to go to her home and you would have to wait till seven or after, when her father goes out, and be away before half past ten. She really is going to stay with her friend, the whole family is rotten with incest and will be delighted to have you seduce Janet in their house. There are three girls, thirteen, eleven and ten years old and none of them virgins, their father and two brothers have been at then and the mother is expecting her sixth child from her eldest son. I expect the girls will expect you to give it them, it will be all right, they're clean, they keep it in the family. Their address is: she gave it ... Catch the nine o'clock train your end and get there early. Janet will get there about half past ten and I would like you to be there to meet her. else the father or his sons might try to beat you to it. They're letting you have the front bedroom. Be gentle and kind to Janet darling, she trusts me and I told her you were a nice man, so don't disillusion her and you won't regret it.
I don't think I will be able to see you ... this time, as least not alone, but, if you go to the Gun and Dog, a pub just on the corner, you will meet us there after eight o'clock, then it is up to you. Don't pay too much attention to me, he's jealous of strangers, but will be all right after he knows and has talked to you. afterwards you can go back to Janet and sleep the night with her in another bedroom.
I love and worship you, My Darling. XXXXX Your Devoted Carol.
The letter excited me and I read it through half a dozen times before I went to find Margaret, who had gone up to the lavatory. She let me in and I handed her the letter. After she'd read it she looked up and smiled:
"How lovely, Tony, you'll go of course ... ? "
"Nothing could keep me away, you know that," I took the letter back, and absently watched her get up and wipe her cunt through her panties, then she said:
"If ... if her husband wants a woman, for his films, Tony, remember me. He'd pay me, wouldn't he?"
"Sure, I'll let you know what I think when I get back."
"Take a few of my pictures with you, to show him what my figure is like," she suggested as she got me breakfast on the Saturday morning. She eyed me appreciatively, "you look nice, you're a handsome man, you know. I wish you'd get married."
"No, I have you to look after and a wife wouldn't take kindly to having me sleep with you, when the time comes we'll live together as man and wife, and, if it's not too long, we'll have a couple of kids."
"Oh Tony ... yes, I will anytime, you know that, you ... you needn't wait till mother dies ... Oh, I'd love it ... "
I neither encouraged or discouraged her and a little later she came to the door with me and kissed me goodbye, wished me luck, her dressing gown hanging open, she was naked under it and I gave her deep, pendulous cunt a hard squeeze before I set out for the station.
The train arrived only six minutes late and I easily found the address Carol had sent me. It proved to be a better looking house than I had expected and in a well-off part of the town, the street was lined both sides with trees and the front garden showed tulip shoots pushing through the ring of manure lying on top of the earth. The small patch of lawn had been recently clipped and the red ash path raked.
As I approached the front door the side curtain of the big bay window was twitched aside and an attractive girl of about thirteen smiled at me. I had no need to ring the bell, for she ran to let me in.
"Are you Tony?" she asked, looking me over appreciatively.
"Yes, I'm Tony," I smiled.
"Come in, we're expecting you. Janet will be here soon, she's Lily's friend, next to me, I'm Lucy and my young sister is Lulu," she closed the door behind me, I waited for her to lead me to her parents, then she said, "Dad's at work till dinner time, and mom's gone out shopping ... kiss me," she demanded, placing herself in the corner beside the door, her small bosom agitated, her eyes lit up as I moved to her and she licked her lips, "Oh my, you aren't half handsome, I'll let you fuck me if you want to ... Oh! I know about you and Janet, it's her you've come to fuck, but try to do me. I s'pose Lily and Lulu will want to as well and you can, mom and dad won't mind a bit, my dad fucks me, we all fuck each other here, he fucks Lulu too and my big brother made mom have a baby, she's having it soon and you should just see her ... I can have kids now, I have periods."
"How many?" I asked as I took her in my arms.
"Only two," she laughed, standing on tip-toes and lifting her saucy, piquant face. I bent and gave her a long, hard kiss that left her panting.
"Are your brothers in?" I asked her.
She shook her head:
"Only me and my sisters, come on and meet them," she took my hand and led me into the luxurious living room, where two younger girls sat at the green plush covered table reading comics; they slid off their chairs as we came in. The girl shut the door and introduced me to her sisters: "This is Tony, Janet's man friend. This is Lulu and that's Lily."
"Kiss," asked Lulu, so I bent and kissed her, then Lily.
"We're friends now," laughed Lulu.
Lucy politely invited me to sit down, indicating one of the big leather armchairs. I sat down and lit a cigarette, Lucy sat herself on the arm and the other two sat on the floor at my feet, legs akimbo and showing the inadequate narrow strip of their tiny panties, Lucy immediately noticed me looking, the two girls had too and giggled.
"You want us to show you our cunts?" she asked eagerly.
I shook my head, then changed my mind and nodded.
Squealing, the two younger ones jumped up, Lucy stood up too and all three stripped off their pants, then lined up in front of me, holding their clothes up well above their waists. I gulped and looked from one to the other, they showed little sign of having been interfered with till Lucy walked over to the table and hitched herself up to lie on top, the other two girls then hurried to lie one either side of her, their legs dangling over the edge, then I got up to look at them closer, and could see the thickened membrane swelling redly around each of their vaginas, forcing the naked lips into rounded parentheses either side. They had rather small cunts and Lucy's had a few fine hairs on it. I went up to each of them and gently parted the thick wrinkles of soft flesh, then pulled open their vaginas with my fingers. I could see no sign of hymen, it had been ironed smooth by frequent intercourse. They'd been fucked regularly for a long time.
When I moved back, they slid off the table and crowded round my chair, but, before they could start asking me any more questions the bell rang and they pouted with disappointment.
"That's Janet, go on ... Tony," Lily sighed, "go and let her in, she'll take you upstairs, but," she brightened, "we'll see you later, won't we?"
"Yes. sure you will," I smiled and they moved back as I got up.
I walked to the front door and opened it, and she was lovely. She smiled shyly as she stepped inside and I closed the door.
"I'm Janet, please, Aunty Carol told me to come to meet you ... I ... I'll ... we're to go straight upstairs, please, Aunty Carol said."
She turned and self-consciously began to climb the stairs ahead of me, her slim legs were bare from the pleated hem of her neat gym-slip to white ankle socks, she wore a crisp white cotton blouse and school tie and a velour school hat with badge, her short panties were dark green and her fair hair hung in plaits over each shoulder.
She was flushed as she led me along the landing and showed me into the front bedroom. She waited politely till I was inside, then quietly closed and latched the door.
I walked over and sat on the big, double bed and, after hesitating a moment, she slowly walked over and stood in front of me, then said in a voice little more than a whisper:
"Aunty Carol says I am to let you do anything you like to me, and to be naked for you."
"She wrote and told me' about you, Janet," I drew her gently and made her sit down beside me "do you like me ... ? "
"Yes, I do," she nodded gravely, "you're like Aunty says, a nice man and I would like to kiss you."
I slid my arm around her slight waist and she snuggled confidently against me, lifting her sweet, flower-like face, I bent and kissed her tenderly and her arms went round my neck, she strained me tightly, her soft mouth crumpled and wet under mine as she crushed her lips harder and sucked.
She was panting when I slackened my arm and sat looking at me wide eyed, lips parted and chest agitated.
"Please feel me now," she said softly, moving her legs apart and plucking her skirt at the side. "Aunty said I was to show you I am willing to be sexy with you. Would you like me to take my panties off first?"
Her hat had fallen off and rolled on the floor, the ribbon had come off one of her thick plaits and it was starting to slide undone.
"Lots of time, darling. I'd like you to loosen your hair, it looks lovely."
"I will ... Ooh, you are a nice man. I was a bit frightened of you," she admitted as her slim fingers deftly unwove her two plaits, then she shook her hair out like a short cape over her shoulders.
"I don't want to hurry," I said, "I'd like to enjoy the sight of you in your school clothes before you undress."
She nodded understandingly.
"Walk around the room for awhile," I asked, and she obediently slid to her feet and began to wander aimlessly about the room, "Now, stand by that chair, by the door, and lift your skirt to show your panties."
Moving with unconscious grace she walked over to the position I'd requested and stood facing me, she smiled and gathered up her skirt at the sides then held up, showing her panties and a small strip of white vest.
"Open your legs out a little and lean back against the door with your hips pushed out," I asked next.
She looked behind her, then backed a step or two and leaned back, holding her legs straight, she pushed her hips out and the cloth of her panties gusset tightened over her crotch and threw into prominence her surprisingly plump mount. "Now turn your panties down." Without moving her back away from the door, she loosed her skirt which started to slip down and pushed her panties down, part inside out, then she caught up her tumbled skirt and lifted it again.
My cock immediately rose into erection and I looked entranced upon her beautiful, plump young cunt, the skin almost snowy white and in startling contrast to the bright pink of her delicately featured furrow. Midway down peeped the twin flaps of her inner lips, one a little higher than the other, and below her cunt formed into twin commas, then the deep cleft merged into her bottom, which was only partly uncovered. "Open it out," I asked. "My skirt will fall down," she pointed out. "Tuck it under your belt."
She tucked it up then put her hands on her groins and with her fingers pulled her cunt apart and held it wide open to expose the glistening pit of red-pink flesh. I began to unbutton my fly and interest sparkled in her eyes. I didn't pull my genitals out. but beckoned to her, and she pushed herself away from the wall and walked over.
"Put your hand in my trousers and pull out what I have inside," I said, smiling into her smiling eyes.
As she bent over to obey me, I slid my hand to her cunt and felt it, the flesh was as soft as soft roses.
"You frig yourself, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes, Aunty Carol taught me when I was six ... Oooooooh!" she gasped as her hand encountered my stiff cock, "I-it's awfully big," tremblingly she pulled it out and gazed at it sickly, "will it hurt me?"
"Not any more than I can help, darling, perhaps a little."
"I'll bleed, won't I? Aunty Carol said I would, she said I mustn't be frightened, girls do ... I ... I'll try not to be."
"I know you will, darling, but it won't be as bad as you think, your friends downstairs have all had it done, and Lulu is younger than you, only nine, isn't she?"
"Yes, but I bet her daddy's thing isn't as big as yours."
"All the more reason for you to feel proud, darling."
She eyed my thick, nine inch long torpedo and nodded slowly.
"Take your panties off, darling and help me undress," I said, pulling her head down to kiss her warm, but dry lips, and when I let her head go she wiped off the smear of cunt-slime my fingers had left on her left cheek. She bent over and stripped her panties down. I took them off her and draped them over the headboard of the bed. "Look darling," I said as she helped me off with my jacket, "forget Aunty Carol and tell me truly ... do you want it to happen?"
She stood for a long moment, head bowed and finger to lip, then looked and nodded.
"Yes," she whispered, "and I want to do as Aunty Carol says, please, she said you would know what I meant, she didn't tell me what it was, but said I was to say to you ... to ask you, that is, to let me do something up to 'Now' for you ... before you deflowered me, and to make me do it before I went home without saying 'Now' and she said I mustn't spill any." She eyed me askance.
"I know what she meant," I smiled.
"What is it, please?" the girl asked shyly, she smiled when she said it ... "
"I don't see why you shouldn't know, Janet, she meant that she wanted you to suck my cock."
"Oh!" she murmured faintly, pressing the back of her hand against her mouth and looking sick, "what is it without saying 'Now'? "
"That's to let you go on sucking and make me come ... make my spunk come in your mouth."
"What's ... spunk, please?" she asked faintly.
"It's thick milky stuff that comes from those balls hanging under my cock, it's love-milk, and it's the stuff a woman has to have to make a baby. The girl has to have it, Janet, your body needs it if you want to have a beautiful figure like Aunty Carol. Have you seen her breasts?"
"Oh yes," Janet said eagerly, "she shows them to me, not now she's married, but I used to go to her house every day, to suck her nipples for her. It was after she taught me to frig myself and she wanted me to make her have long nipples. I love it, and that's why my mouth pouts," she went down on her knees and helped get my trousers off, staring at my muscular, hairy legs, then at the dripping end of my cock, "Can I taste it, please?" she asked.
I nodded and she rested her hands on my thighs and bent forward. Delicately her soft lips sipped from the small pucker at the end of my cock, then she sat back on her heels tasting the slime. It reminded me vividly of Carol and I felt my anticipation become keener. I watched her and presently she lifted her face, she smiled:
"I won't mind sucking ... it ... I thought it would taste nasty . ... but if it makes babies I want to like it. I love babies, and when I'm old enough, I'm going to ask Aunty Carol if I can let someone ... make me pregnant. . .Oh!" her eyes opened wide, "You, Tony. Would you, for me, if I'm good. . .if I make you happy ... ? "
"I'd love to, but let's wait till the time comes darling, you might change your mind. Ladies do, you know."
"I won't," she shook her head, making her silky hair sway and fan out. She rose gracefully to her feet, smiling and bright-eyed, "Please promise you will, and I'll ... no, I won't be a good girl," she laughed, "I'll be a naughty girl ... for you, I won't be ashamed to do anything. Shall I stand on my head for you? I can, and I haven't any panties on?" At my slight nod she broke away, "watch me," she cried and dived forward, coming down on her hands about two feet from the door, her heels landing with twin thumps against the door panels, her skirt billowed and umbrella'd, then settled around her torso, leaving her naked from the waist up, then she opened her legs out in a wide 'Y.'
I walked over to her and peeled her cunt open, then plunged my face into it and sucked in the soft inner lips and licked her clitty till she gasped and trembled and her arms gave way, she fell in a heap. Laughingly I picked her up and set her on her feet, she threw her arms round my neck then kissed me passionately.
"Oh! that was lovely ... your mouth smells cunty," she giggled.
"Yours tastes cocky," I grinned.
I pushed her away, then quickly took off my shirt, vest and pants, and she knelt on the floor and took off my shoes and socks. She knelt staring intently at my hairy genitals, the pink tip of her tongue protruding between her pouting lips, then she said:
"Please Tony, push it into my mouth."
"You can if ... "
"You. .you ... make me. .I. .I want ... Oh please, push it into my mouth ... right in and ... and hold my head so I can't pull it out."
Only half understanding I stepped up closer to her and she wound her arms round my thighs, holding her head tilted back. I slipped my hand behind her head and took hold of my cock with the other. Her soft, pouting mouth hung slack and her eyes were turned up, looking gravely at my face.
On impulse I drew back my foreskin and, as I pressed the naked, slime filmed knob to her parted red lips, I realized that she was taking the plunge, and afterwards she'd feel herself broken in to it. I felt sorry, she was obviously a fastidious girl, she probably masturbated daintily, because her cunt was still neat.
A quickly stifled grimace crimped the sides of her eyes for a moment as she felt and tasted the slippery passage of my naked knob between her lips and slowly her mouth streched open and her lips were pushed in, as, using both hands, I pulled her head forward down onto my cock, with a few thrusts I forced it all in and on down into her throat. She gagged and retched and her eyes watered. The small fear niggled at me that she might bite into my cock, I pulled in and out a few times and her lips worked loose, my fear disappeared and I forced it right in. enjoying her dry, sick heaves till her face went pale from lack of air, so I pulled out, stooped and lifted her and laid her on the bed. She tried to smile, but kept retching as she panted in air, till at last she could speak. Her voice was thick and husky:
"I can now. .you ... you licked mine, I'm all right now," she sat up and pushed back her hair, then slid her legs off the bed, "I want to be undressed now, please."
I undressed her and she quickly recovered, then she stood slim and naked and I knew I could wait no longer.
"Let's get the other thing over, darling," I suggested.
She nodded:
"I'm ready, what do I do, please, and please, Tony, Aunty told me to tell you to use the towel and not get the bedclothes bloody. That's it on the dressing stool," she went and fetched it and gave it to me.
I pulled the two pillows down and placed them, one a top the other on the edge of the bed.
"This time, I'm going to be behind you, Janet, it will make it easier for you. Get on the bed, kneel on the pillows with your knees well apart."
She obediently climbed onto the pillows and walked on her knees, her bottom a lot higher than her shoulders as she knelt on all fours.
"Fold your arms, darling and rest your head on them," I said, staring at the back of her red gaping cunt and the crusty pink aperture of her small anus. As she lowered her head down on her folded arms, her bottom tautened, the cleft hollowed out and her cunt pushed back, opening out like a red orchid, a tender, wavering spiral of steam arising from the open flesh, the smell tittilating my senses to an unbearable degree, so that my need for her became urgent. I picked up the folded towel and this I placed on the pillow between her knees, then eagerly, with my fingers, located the tender center of her fleshy flower, into which I pressed the knob of my slippery skinned cock.
Restraining myself just in time, I began to prod gently against the elastic, yielding cup, and gradually she showed sighs of distress, her breath catching in soft sobs. Taking this as a sign that the fragile membrane was beginning to 'give', I pressed a little harder and felt a runner of warm blood start to trickle along the underside of my cock. Her body was now shivering with sobs, I gave a firm push and she let out a short scream, then I was in and gently pushing up into her body. She was openly crying now, but I went on till I had sheathed the whole of my cock, then stopped and gently stroked her buttocks and back and thighs, while her warm blood dripped down onto the towel and formed a spreading patch. As I stroked up the insides of her thighs my fingers slipped on the stream of blood making its way down her left thigh. I reached down to lift a corner of the towel and wipe it, keeping my cock still.
After a few minutes her sobs tailed off, so I essayed to move my cock back, she sucked in her breath sharply so I stopped with it half out and waited a moment or two longer before gently pushing it back in.
I repeated this during the next ten minutes, gently back, then forward, always right in, even so, the lacerating of the wounds kept the blood coming, then she lifted her head a bit and nodded, I pulled nearly out and her head went back, then, as I pushed in quickly she dropped it and her breath hissed between her teeth, but I kept on and her head nodded up and down in time to my pull and thrust, softly her tight buttocks smacked against my groins and her body began to rock.
"All right now?" I asked presently.
"Yes ... Oh yes, go on, it's nice now.. I ... I'm not a virgin now, am I?"
"No Janet, it's gone now."
"I wish girls weren't born with one. It hurt me. I can feel it bleeding."
"You'll feel better, it's virgin blood, you're bleeding the virgin out of you ready for my spunk."
"Oh! I see ... Tony, this is called fucking, isn't it?"
"Yes, this is fuck."
"Aunty Carol says it's what a girl is born for."
"She's right, Janet, for fuck and babies, nursing and rearing children."
"Am I your girl now, Tony, or do I let any man fuck me?"
"Do you want to be my girl?"
"Yes, can I?" she looked over her shoulder.
"I don't live around here, I came by train, but I'll come to see you if you promise to let only me fuck you."
"I promise, but Tony, couldn't you take me home to live with you?"
"Would you come?"
"Oh yes, it's not very nice at home, my daddy drinks a lot and I'm with Aunty Carol a lot, but she's married now and is going to have a baby, so I won't know what to do. Take me back with you and keep me in your house."
"Your father would go to the police and I'd get into serious trouble for kidnapping you."
"Perhaps Aunty Carol can fix it, Tony. I'll ask her."
I found she was now meeting my hard thrusts and wriggling her behind.
"Oh Tony.. " she exclaimed, "the feeling's coming ... oh please, do it harder ... rub me ... Oh, Tony.. Oooooooooh," she gasped "please ... make ... yours. ... come...."
I fucked her faster and was suddenly spunking into her, I groaned and bowed over her back, suffused with blinding ecstasy that wrenched at my urethra, then I sagged and dragged out, to flop myself across the bed beside her, and she let her knees slip over the edge of the bed and lay draped over the pillows, lying on the blood-soaked pillow covered by the towel.
"It's over, darling," I murmured, leaning over her to kiss her neck, and she raised a radiant face.
"I feel lovely," she smiled.
"You look lovely too, not afraid of my cock now, are you?"
"I was silly, Tony. I ... I didn't know, but I'm only eleven. Has all my virgin blood gone?"
I sat up and opened her vagina.
"Yes, it's stopped bleeding now, you've bled it all out."
"I felt you wetting into me, was that the spunk?"
"Yes darling, my love-milk, but you ought to be lying down, with your legs open, else the hole won't heal up, and the blood must be washed off. Do you know where the bathroom is?"
"Yes, I'll show you," and she painfully tried to get up, moaning, "Ooh, it's sore."
"I'll carry you," I said, lifting her in my arms. At the door she reached down to pull the latch back and I took her to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bath while I gently bathed away the blood and patted her dry. I looked in the bathroom cabinet, but could find only tooth paste, so I used some round the inside of her torn vaginal mouth.
"Oooh, that feels lovely and cool, you treat me as if I'm precious."
"So you are, any man would, I'm only looking after my girl, now you must rest for awhile, I want to go down to see about some food, and to talk ... to thank the people for lending us the bedroom. I haven't met either of them yet."
"She's pregnant, Tony. Guy did it, but her husband doesn't mind."
"The girls told me, before you arrived, darling," I said as I carried her back to the bedroom. I opened the bedclothes and laid her down gently in the middle of the wide bed, then, to her amusement I lifted her legs up and over and wide apart. I wedged one of the pillows under her raised bottom and put the other under her head. She looked from one side to the other at her feet, pink heels upmost, then I drew the bedclothes up over her.
"Now don't try to move your legs, try to go to sleep for awhile darling, you feel tired, don't you.. ? "
"Yes, I'm sleepy. Kiss me Tony."
I gave her a long, tender kiss, then draped the bloody towel beside her panties on the headboard and got my clothes on. I collected hers and folded them and placed them on the bedside chair. By then she was either asleep, or pretending to be. I quietly left the room and made my way downstairs.
Looking at my watch, I was surprised to see that it was only just after twelve o'clock.
Hearing me coming, the three girls ran out into the hall to meet me.
"Mom's back," Lucy smiled, "can we go up to see Janet ... ? "
"No darlings, she's asleep, better not wake her."
"Yes, it made me sleepy," remembered Lily wisely.
"An' me," piped up Lulu, "Tony!" she squealed, "come and see our mommy's belly, she's in the kitchen peeling potatoes."
"Why aren't you helping her," I asked as I let them half drag me along to the kitchen, through the living room.
"She won't let us," Lucy said, "she hates anyone messing about in her kitchen, you'll see. . Mom! this is Tony."
I found myself looking at a far more glamorous woman than I had imagined, not much over five feet tall, with ash blonde hair piled a top her head and her high heels lending her additional height. She was shapely in a plump, carefully preserved way and obviously pregnant. She was wearing a high necked tight pink woollen sweater and black maternity skirt over which she wore a frilly apron that hung like a banner in front of her swollen belly.
She dropped the potato she was scraping and laid aside the knife, wiping her wet hands on a towel, then held out her cool moist hand:
"Pleased to meet you, Tony. I'm Connie. I hope you found everything all right?"
"Yes, I have to thank you and I do appreciate it, it's most kind of you."
"You're more than welcome, we're a sexy lot here. I suppose Janet's had her operation. . . ? "
"Just cleaned her up, she's asleep," I said, "a charming girl."
"Janet is very nice," she agreed, then, more briskly, picking up the knife and potato, "dinner will be about one o-clock, Tony, please keep the girls from under my feet ... Lucy, get the guns out and show Tony how to shoot at your targets, and don't make too much noise, else Mrs. Stilton will be complaining again," she smiled at me and turned to her work.
"Come on Tony," cried Lily and she and Lulu seized my hands and dragged me into the living room.
"Guns ... ? " I asked Lucy, "what's this. . . ? "
"A nice game." she giggled, "you'll like it, they're just toy guns," she tittered. "I'll show you ... "
She ran to the cupboard beside the fireplace, knelt and opened the doors. She brought a box over to the table and opened it and then turned it. The 'guns' were made of bent wire with a simple spring, the 'bullets' were a bit smaller than nutmegs, of turned, colored wood with a waist and a hole through each. There were six 'guns' and twenty or thirty 'bullet's, the girls each seized a 'gun' and eagerly began to show me how to load. This consisted merely of pushing the long straight wire through the hole in the 'bullet' and wedging the knead 'trigger' into the waisted groove. They loaded all six guns. I looked round, but could see no sign of a target and they stood around me tittering and giggling.
"Where's the target?" I asked.
"We're the targets, silly, you have to try to shoot the bullets into our cunt-holes, and you give us a penny for each bullet you get in."
"But, doesn't it hurt you?" I asked.
"Oh, it just stings ... it's fun, we like it. Try the guns out first and find which one you like. I'll be your target to let you practice a bit, then the three of us will line up and you shoot at each of us in turn. This is how dad and my brothers make us earn our pocket money. There are thirty bullets and ... if you shoot good, that's ten pence each, but you can have as many rounds as you like, only the bullets get wet, but they shoot better when they're slippery."
She walked over to the wall and moved an occasional table aside to make a clear space, stood facing the wall, then doubled herself over, throwing back her skirt, she awkwardly shuffled her feet closer to the wall and her face appeared between her parted legs, then she put her hands behind her and with her fingers pulled her vagina open, I saw the coiled flesh suck in and a hole the size of a shilling yawned. Lily showed me how far off to stand, about four or five feet, Lulu brought the loaded guns and handed me one.
Aiming carefully, I squeezed the trigger and the bullet hit the right cheek and bounced off, then, in rapid succession, I fired off the other five and with the last one I scored a hit the right cheek and bounced off, then, in rapid succession. I fired off the other five and with the last one I scored a hit and the bullet disappeared into the hole, then Lily wanted her turn so they changed places. I re-loaded the gun I'd scored the hit with, with the wet bullet Lucy fished out, and this time I scored three out of six shots, with the same gun. Lulu took the others back to put them in the box, then she changed places with Lily and I scored four hits and said I was ready.
The sight of their three naked rumps, lined up along the wall, their eager fingers stretching their red holes open as wide as they could, seemed to inspire me, for at the end of the first round I paid Lulu eight-pence, Lucy seven-pence, and Lily five-pence. I let them have a rest as they were dizzy, but more than eager for the second round and I suggested that they sit on cushions this time and they received this with enthusiasm, lying back, legs bent and wide apart. I placed a cushion to kneel on and began to fire off, most of the bullets were wet now and they were able to hold their vaginas stretched wider, offering easier targets and I missed only three shots, getting all ten into Lily, which evened things up a bit, but Lulu pouted at having been missed twice.
Then, having an erection, I suggested that I be the target and this brought squeals of excitement, they swarmed around me and dragged off my trousers and pants. I offered a penny for each hit, piled up the cushions and leaned against the wall, while the three faced me, and their mother came in and stood watching smiling as her daughters sniped me, each girl made a mark on the floor every time she hit my cock, and they squealed protests when I shook it and made it wag about, then Connie, completely forgetting her cooking, sidled around to the side and said:
"You've got a useful looking tool there, Tony ... I'm interested if you are, or don't you like women ... ? " she queried.
"I like you ... " I said, staring pointedly at her belly.
"My condition ... ? "
"Yes, I love pregnant women ... "
The girls were watching the byplay eagerly, then Lulu jumped up, dropping her gun and ran to her mother.
"Mommy, show him ... show Tony your big belly and titties."
The other two girls now got up and went to their mother, who smiled and asked me: "Do you want to see me . ... "
"Your husband ... ? "
"He won't mind, .go on," she said to her daughters, "show me off."
The words were hardly spoken when the three girls set about her, and while Lucy worked at her sweater and brassiere, Lulu got her apron off, Lily unfastened her skirt, hi an astonishingly short space of time, with only token help from Connie as to arms and feet, the girls stripped their mother naked, leaving her only her shoes, gartered stockings, earrings and wedding ring and I could see at once that she depilated. After I'd had a look at her front, Lucy made her turn round and bend over so I could see her bottom.
"They do it up here too," she said, pulling her mother's plump buttocks apart to display her lolling anus, Lily took hold of the loose red flesh and spread it open like an obscene flower then Connie straightened and turned.
"Like me?" she asked.
"How old are you?" I asked her in surprise, "you look too young to have grown up children ... "
"My eldest son is seventeen, I had him when I was fifteen. I'm thirty-two ... Oh!" she cried, and hurried away, belly and breasts swaying.
"Look at his prick," Lulu squealed, pointing, "his milk is running down it like candle grease."
I looked at Lucy, who was eyeing me intently. I felt a bit embarrassed and got up, as I bent to pick up my pants and trousers, Lucy shook her head.
"No Tony, don't, please don't, we're going to be naked, you too. Its all right, we often do, only we're used to each other now, take your shirt and vest off ... Mommy won't put her clothes on."
"Take your clothes off first, then I will," I said, and a moment later the three of them were naked so I gave in and stripped, then I asked how much I owed them and insisted on paying out. Each of them got about four shillings.
Connie came in with the tea-pot.
As she placed it on the table she asked me.
"Ever had human milk in your tea, Tony?"
"No, but ... "
"Like some I can get you some if you like, a friend of ours is nursing and gets too much milk, she'll be grateful to come round to be stripped."
"Stripped ... ? "
"Well, milked off, then." I nodded, so she said to Lucy, "Lucy, put your frock on and go round to ask Miss Hinton if she'll come round to be milked."
Lucy pulled her frock on and went off.
"Miss ... ? " I queried.
"She lived with her father as his housekeeper, but you know what a widower is like? she sleeps with him, she's had three children by him, that's why we're such good friends, we have a lot in common ... incest. This is my eldest son's baby, you know ... "
"I live with my sister and mother," I said.
"Do you ... ? " she asked eagerly.
"With my sister."
"Any children?"
"No, not yet, we agreed to wait till mother died."
"You're going to," she insisted.
"Yes."
"Then ... you're one of us. Would you like to join our Incest Club?"
"I don't live round here ... "
"That doesn't matter, we're people who want to meet other incesters, you don't pay anything, just contribute to the cost of film. Yes. we take films, real incest films of actual matings, father-daughter . . .mother-son ... brother and sister."
'Td love to join, I like that sort of thing."
"I can fix up a show for you, for tonight if you like . ... Oh yes, I know you have to go out, but after you're back, we can get the films and give it here, there's a new one between a grandfather over sixty and his eight year old grand-daughter, her mother holds her while her father rapes her daughter. It's very good, in color and the blood shows up beautifully."
"I'd like to see that."
"You might be expected to act with your sister," she said tentatively.
"That's O.K. she will, if I say so."
"Here they are now," she went to open the back door and a tallish girl about eighteen came in, followed by Lucy and Connie introduced us, but when I held out my hand, Miss Hinton avoided it and to my surprise grasped my cock and shook it ... she held he baby on one arm.
"I'm Jewish," she laughed, "and this is the way a person greeted a man in ancient time. I'm trying to revive it," she looked at me with respect, "You're well hung, and I do like a good long one. I have a long body and I haven't found a man yet who can reach the top. One day perhaps I will ... perhaps a Negro, or a Chinaman ... "
"You might find a Chinaman with a long one, but they're thin a Negro's your best bet. Have you tried a policeman's truncheon?"
"Oh, I like the flesh. You're Tony, aren't you?"
I said I was.
"He sleeps with his sister," Connie informed her.
"How lovely," Miss Hinton exclaimed, "you must join our club, Tony."
"He's going to, Mary, I'm going to fix up a show for him for tonight, like to come?"
"Love to, if I can bring the children and daddy. Could you get the one with the grand-father ... ? "
"I've just been telling him about it. Yes, that one, I think ... three, or perhaps four ... "
"Yes, make it four, let him see the one where your husband seduced your girls while your sons had you, and I'll bring mine, we've just got my confinement shots and haven't even seen them screened yet.
"All right, which other one?" asked Connie. "The frisbys ... " suggested Miss Hinton.
"Oh yes, there's some good pregnancy and birth shots of Elsie ... She's only twelve, or was when the film was taken, it surprised everybody when she conceived, she hadn't even had a period, and must have just started her puberty, it's a pity her twins died, but her father has kept her in milk ever since."
"That reminds me what I came for," said Miss Hinton, and she began to unfasten her dress, after handing her baby over to Connie "shall I strip right off?" she asked Connie. "I feel like a sore thumb amongst you lot ... Hummm smells good ... "
"Is your father in?" Connie asked her.
"No, he's gone off to the match ... ? "
"Stay to dinner then ... what about Lance?"
"Out fishing," Miss Hinton said as she struggled out of her frock, "Oh Lord," she moaned, "I shall be glad to get my bra off, it's killing me, I want stripping badly."
Connie handed the baby over to Lucy, who sat down and began to undress the child, a girl of about one with black curly hair and big brown eyes.
She smell was becoming strong and I breathed it in deeply, Miss Hinton noticed and remarked on it:
"You like the pong of females, Tony . ... "
"Love it, you strip well," I complimented her. "Me! I'm too tall and thin," she objected. "Tall, yes, not thin, slim built and fined down because you are in milk, you have a good pair of breasts."
"I wish they belonged to someone else," she murmured ruefully, looking down at the tight, pale blue, swollen veined udders that stood straight out from her chest, peaked with dark weeping teats, "They're a burden and so tender I could cry. I need milking."
"I see you depilate ... ? " I mentioned, glancing down at her long, dark naked cunt.
"It's the newest fashion amongst the members of our Club, all females have to, we can't be naked enough, it seems and makes us feel more inferior. Milk me," she offered.
"Lily, fetch Tony my mixing basin and see it's clean," Connie called, then chided Lucy, "Lucy, stop swinging the baby by her feet, she'll have fits."
Lily handed me a heavy basin and I looked helplessly at the naked Jewess, who took the basin from me with a smile.
"I'll hold it, you need both hands for milking. We'll knead down," she went down on her knees and sat on her heels then held the basin on her lap. I knelt in front of her.
"How?" I asked.
"Take hold of my teats and stroke the milk out, pull down." After a few moment she nodded, "not difficult, is it?" She smiled a few minutes later and sighed, "Oh, the relief, they were numb but the feeling's coming back ... they'll be full again by bedtime. We don't have to buy any milk in our house, I supply all we need, with enough to give away."
"You could wean," I said. She shook her head:
"Father won't let me, not till I'm ready to agree to having another child, I have a four year old boy and I was in milk over two years till I agreed to have my little girl. I obey father in everything, he took me young, just after mother died ... that's better, thank you, they're empty now."
Connie came and took the bowl, then said.
"Dinner's ready, Tony, do you want to take Janet's up, or fetch her down ... ? but go and see if she feels well enough to come down."
"Janet ... ? " queried Miss Hinton.
"Yes dear, she's upstairs, Tony's deflowered her, her aunt arranged it and we let them use our front bedroom."
I lingered near the door listening, thinking I might hear something interesting. I did.
"Tony's got a really big prick, Connie, I'd like to see him paired up with a little girl ... I was thinking of my niece, .my brother's little girl. .Annie?"
"But she's only nine, Mary could you get her. . ? "
"She's coming to stay with me this evening, they're going to visit Flo's folks in London and staying over till tomorrow, so I'm looking after Annie for them, and anyway, my brother won't mind, I've been trying to interest him in Annie, but he can't bring himself to do the job himself, but I know he wants her deflowered, and a live show would round off the evening nicely, with lots of blood. Tony seems intelligent and I'm sure he could improvise a little play. . . 'A Virgin Sacrifice', we could easily make an altar and tie her down, and have a bit of an orgy afterwards ... " I heard no more. I'd heard enough.
I found Janet awake and eagerly waiting for me.
"I've had a lovely sleep, Tony, I haven't been woke up long. I'm hungry, can I come down, my legs are cramped a bit ... "
I turned back the bedclothes and had a look at her swollen cunt, then lifted her off the bed. It was a few minutes before she could stand and she kept moaning because her thighs hurt when she tried to close them.
"No clothes," I smiled, taking her hand.
"Pick me up," she pleaded.
"No darling, you must walk," I said firmly.
However, I picked her up and carried her down the stairs, but set her down at the bottom and made her walk into the living room, her feet describing wide semi-circles to favor her sore cunt.
The three girls ran to meet her and began questioning her excitedly as we sat around the table eating. No one else talked, they listened to Janet's account of her seduction, which she told in surprising detail from start to finish. So much so that I had moments of embarrassment, but far from rousing contempt, her story seemed to enhance me in the women's eyes, and after the girls had extracted every detail, Mary told me about her niece and asked if I would like to put on a show:
"I thought of 'The Virgin Sacrifice' but perhaps you have a better idea with more scope to bring out the excitement. From what Janet says, you like the emphasis on young girls ... ? "
I nodded.
"My niece is nine and small for her age, she's half Jewish and I could make her look younger."
"Dress her as a schoolgirl in clothes below her age and I'll dress like a tramp, but she might scream ... ? "
"She won't, I'll force a ball into her mouth, we have some bits of scenery we've used in the films."
She and Connie discussed it excitedly and developed the theme, then Connie said:
"I suppose they must have gone to the match, I'd better put their dinners in the oven," and she went to do so.
"Tony," Mary leaned closer and dropped her voice, "would you like to do me a favor. . . "
"Try me," I smiled.
"Well, I have a friend and she wants a baby, her husband cannot, he had an accident and had to have his testicles removed. She's only seventeen and a really lovely girl, she's blonde and can sit on her hair, and she has big breasts ... Oh, I know you won't be able to, this time, you've been with Janet, its a pity but I can fix it up for the next time you come, if you would oblige her. She's a member of the club because she used to sleep with her father, her mother approved because she wanted to sleep with her son. Anyone who has committed incest, past or present, is welcome to join our Club, you know, it encourages it."
"I'm all for it too, I'd like to see the result of incestuous mating paired together."
"How do you mean, Tony?" she asked.
"Well, you've had a son and daughter by your father. . .when they're old enough, mate them together..." I suggested.
"Oh, I hadn't though of that, what a splendid idea ... Connie, listen to this."
Connie came over and Mary told her what I had said.
"I don't know anyone with children old enough yet," Connie said thoughtfully, "But I'll have it put in the bulletin ... You are going to be an asset to our club, Tony, that's the sort of ideas we like double incest ... "
"Another twist would be for a father to mate himself up with his daughter's daughter ... "
"Well," laughed Mary, "that's easier, we have a member who has a fourteen year old daughter by his daughter. The Bishops, Connie," and Connie nodded.
"I'll tell it to the next meeting and have it filmed, we must give the father time to get in training ... let's see, he's about fifty now ... should be all right, he ought to get her pregnant ... he'd better, the sequel would be good."
"Sequel ... ? " I asked.
"Oh yes, his daughter, the mother, is a midwife, so naturally we would film her in charge of her daughter's birthing ... what's the matter, Mary?" she asked and I turned to look at Mary's excited face.
"I've just remembered, Connie, what about the Norwood twins, they must be about thirteen or fourteen now and it was their family who started the club ... " she turned to me to explain, "it's their mother, she mated herself to her thirteen year old son and had twins, all fathered by her son. The son started the club. Its possible that he's been at the girl, but he might not, I hope not, we like to see the virgin spill her blood ... I'll get him when I go for the films, he keeps the film library, he has a big safe, and he'll be interested, you can bet. . . "
We talked on and on till it was time for me to dress for my visit to the 'Dog and Gun', the four girls, playing together, Janet happy and laughing and quite recovered.
I went up to wash and made myself look neat, then set out, at that time the father and his sons had not returned and Connie seemed a bit worried, while trying not to show it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I found the pub easily and pushed my way to the bar, where I ordered a pint of bitter, I was a bit early and found a corner seat, but when eight o'clock had gone by without any sign of Carol and her husband I got up and wandered around, peering into the lounge and saw Carol sitting with a good looking man about thirty years old. I left my pot on a sill in the passage and went in casually, not looking towards Carol, and after buying another pint I stood looking about me for a seat. Just then the couple sitting next to Carol's husband got up and left, so I took the vacant seat and lit a cigarette.
"S'cuse me," I said presently, "who won?"
The man turned and looked at me, smiled faintly and told me the Rangers had won ... five to two, and that it had been a good game.
"Haven't I seen you in here before," he said, "not a local, are you?"
I told him where I came from and he laughed:
"That's a coincidence, my wife used to live there, perhaps you remember her ... Hey, Carol here's someone from your old home town."
"But I was only about twelve or thirteen when we moved from there," Carol protested, laughing, "and one schoolgirl looks like another ... "
"I might have seen you at that," I said, looking at her thoughtfully, "I ... er ... I'm interested in young girls, I was then. I was a milk roundsman, I liked watching the girls come out of school ... "
"Do anything about it?" he asked quietly, new looking at me more intently, "I could use a fellow."
"Why, have you got a school aged daughter you want breaking in? that's my specialty ... "
"That so? I think we'd better have a private talk. How about coming back with us to my place, we can take a few bottles with us ... "
"Sure, I'd like that," I agreed.
We drank up then he went to the bar and bought half a dozen bottles of bitter and a couple of cherry-B for Carol, then we left.
Of course, I knew where he was taking me, but just went along chatting quietly to him and taking no particular notice of Carol. He let us into the familiar house and after we had shed our outdoor clothes in the hall made ourselves comfortable, while Carol got glasses and served drinks. Then he told me:
"I make films," he said, watching me keenly, "Pornography ... usually it's the girls that are hard to get, but here in this town it's easy, it's more of a job getting a suitable man at the act, especially when the girl is young, but if you live that far off?"
"I see what you mean ... I'm interested, what's the offer?"
"Twenty pounds per film," he said at once.
"That seems all right to me. I'm with a party right now, but I'll come over next week and put myself at your service, if that will suit you."
"Fine, now, just one more thing, old boy ... you mind showing your system? I want to be sure what I'm getting," he grinned.
"I don't mind unbuttoning ... I suppose your wife won't mind ... ? "
"Go ahead," he invited, "she's in it."
"Got any photos ... need a bit of a stimulant," I murmured as I unbuttoned my trousers.
"Carol, give the gentleman a look at your charms, strip off for him," he grinned, "and let's see if he shares my opinion about you," he leaned back, prepared to enjoy the show, watching me, not Carol. Carol winked at me and stood on the hearth facing me, then took off all her clothes. By the time she stood naked except for stockings and shoes her beads and ring, I had a good hard on and pushed down my trousers and pants.
"Good, this is splendid," he cried, "just the man I've been looking for. Carol, get your tape measure and measure it ... "
She obediently fetched her tape measure and bent over me, then read off:
"Ten and a quarter......five inches round the root ... seven and a half round the head ... a quarter of an inch slit ... ten inches round the balls ... " she smiled and stood rolling the tape up.
"We've got a young girl," he told me, "the wife's niece, girl named Janet. Nice kid, only twelve. I've written a script, you can take it with you and study it, and I'll get the stage set for next Saturday. Be here before noon if you can, it takes a lot longer than you'd think for a film lasting only twenty minutes, give you thirty pounds if you can stretch it out into a two reeler."
"I could tell you better if I could see the girl. Have you a photo of her?"
Carol got one and handed it to me.
After studying it a moment I handed it back and nodded:
"I can manage an hour, if you like, with that one."
"Good, you make it really good and I'll make it forty pounds," he said.
"I'll leave it to you, pay me what you think I'm worth, I can use that sort of money, I want a car, I'm beginning to like this place."
"You could move here," he suggested, doubtfully.
"I have got a house, low rent, and I live with my mother and sister, but with a car ... ? "
"I agree, your usefulness would end if you lived here, I sell prints from the films, twenty quid a reel, so I can afford to be generous with you, if you know your stuff."
"Try me."
"I'm going to," he laughed, "Carol fill the glasses" he ordered and she submissively obeyed.
"Good looking wife you have there," I said.
"I agree, she's expecting, got her first shot on the honey-moon, she's a month pregnant ... going to have all that hair off," he chuckled, reaching over to Carol to pull out a long curl.
"Work it into a film," I suggested.
"Work what?" he asked, not catching on.
"I meant, getting her fuck off ... 'Haircut and shave, Madam' sort of thing," and he slapped his thigh, Carol smiled.
"We will, good idea. I'm thinking of making a lesbian film, the wife and her niece, Janet, Janet can do it, shave her aunt's cunt. You interested in sodomy...? no, not me, the wife, she's broken in ... No! I will then, you can have the cunt and do it together. . .O.K.? "
"Delighted," I grinned, "if she will ... ? "
"Carol ... ? Oh, she'll do anything I tell her."
He got up and beckoned to me to strip off, and we both undressed, then I sat sprawled out on the settee, and Carol came to squat over me and settled on my cock, then he knelt on a couple of cushions behind her and pushed up into her anus. Grunting and heaving, we both fucked her and he spunked a minute before me, it was me who made Carol.
She served another round of drinks and as she was about to sit down he told her to suck us clean and she made no fuss at all, she sucked me, then her husband that had a drink, so I guessed he must have got a bit of shit on his cock.
"What about a piss?" he asked me.
"I was just going to ask you where the bathroom was," I said.
"Do it in my urinal," he laughed, waving to Carol, "she-likes it. Did it for me on the train carrying us to our honeymoon, one of these old carriages, no corridor. I was about to relieve myself through the window when she asked me to let her have it. "Carol, go and relieve the gentleman," he ordered, and Carol immediately got up and knelt in front of me. she took my cock into her mouth and I let it come, then she relieved her husband, and her stomach was noticably fuller when she sat down. He said:
"I take her outside with me when we go to the pub, seems to thrive on the stuff, and if I have to get up in the night to use the pot, she drinks it when she gets up. Drink up, old boy, make some more for her," so we drank up and Carol replenished our glasses. "Wonderful wife, knows how to look after and obey her man, eh! Carol?"
"That's what a wife is for," Carol smiled, caressing her full stomach.
"Takes her duties seriously too," he commented.
We finished the six bottles between us and had another piss, then Carol went to get supper, carrying about half a gallon of piss in her belly, and I wondered how long it would take to go through her, as if he had read my mind, he chuckled and said:
"She won't relieve herself till I give her permission, make her hold it in for awhile, then let her do it in a bucket. . .pisses like a mare, you can see her before you go, after we've had supper. Have you noticed her clitoris?" he asked, and I said I hadn't had the chance really, so next time she came in, with things to lay the table, he called her over and told her to show it me, which she did, when she had gone back to the kitchen, he said, "used to masturbate a lot, still does when I'm out ... does it to order, I'll get her to have one, before she relieves herself."
"Isn't there any danger of her injuring her bladder?" I asked.
"Not Carol, she must have one the size of a foot-bal," he grinned, "you like bananas?"
I said I did and next time she came in he told her to put one in to soak.
I'd come to the conclusion that Carol was in good hands.
Her husband certainly seemed to appreciate her. I found myself liking him.
Presently Carol announced supper was ready, so we joined her at table, just as we were. Carol didn't appear hungry and put down her cup after one sip.
"Come on, Carol," he said, "you're not eating."
"I ... I'm not hungry," she said, wriggling uncomfortably.
"Eat," he said, turning to drop me a sly wink, and Carol began to eat slowly and reluctantly. I thought her face had gone paler and she was obviously in distress. We finished our tea and he told her to pour out more. She poured for us two.
"You're not drinking," he said.
"I ... Oh, I'm not feeling thirsty ... please, I ... I can't . ... you know why . ... " she said accusingly.
"Drink up and pour yourself another," he ordered, and with a shudder she obeyed. She poured herself a second cup and, under her husband's eye, sipped at it miserably, she swayed from side to side. I couldn't see her legs, but could guess what was happening, her bladder was swelling and the desire to relieve herself was building up.
I suppose it was cruel, but found it exciting to watch her struggling to control herself, and it wouldn't have surprised me had she let it come, but he seemed to have her too well trained.
"Please ... " she murmured once, giving him an agonized look.
"Wait," he said, then, "give our guest his banana."
She put her hand down under the table, then handed me a skinned banana, which nearly slipped from my fingers and was warm, it smelled of her cunt, but tasted delicious.
"You can leave the washing up till later," he said to her.
"Can I ... ? " she asked eagerly.
"Not yet, he wants to see you masturbate yourself, you can do it right after you've made yourself come. Fetch a bowl.. , . "
She left table hurriedly, kneeing in her legs as she lurched to her kitchen and back again, he took the bowl from her, sat down on the settee and placed it beside him between his hip and the chair arm. Whimpering, she stood in front of us-I shared the settee with him. Squeezing her thighs tightly together she began at once to frig herself, her fingers moving so swiftly, in her eagerness to get it over, that they were a white blur, her breasts shook and danced, she added her other fingers, her legs began to shiver and open, her eyes turned up, she began to sag and her control slipped. I thought at first it was her spunk, then she cried out:
"Oh please ... I ... I can't," and I realized it had been a spurt of piss.
"All right," he turned to get the bowl, but held it back, "openly," he said.
"Yes ... yes", she cried frantically, spreading her feet apart and pulling her cunt wide open, then, as he thrust it under her ... not a moment too soon, she leaned back against the mantelpiece and thrust her hips out, holding the flesh apart from the thick, twisty stream of piss gushing from her distended cunt and splashing a foot lower into the bowl, and as he'd said, it was like a mare pissing, the light yellow stream must have been half an inch thick. Steam rose from the bowl as she stood with her head back moaning with the intense relief, and I watched in astonishment as the level rose, when it began to dwindle, the bowl was half full, and it was a washing up bowl, not a small one, then the piss came in little spurts, then trickles and drips and the orifice closed, she shook her cunt and let it snap together, pushed herself away and said:
"Thank you," to her husband, and he let her go to clear away and wash up.
I rose and dressed, thanked him for a pleasant evening and promised to be there as early as I could next Saturday.
He called to Carol, we shook hands and they escorted me to the door and wished me good-night.
I went back to where my friends eagerly awaited me, and Lulu let me in.
There was a man and two youths, whom Connie introduced me to as her husband and sons.
"Everything's ready, Tony," she said superfluously, for I could see the screen and projector set up and a man stood ready behind it. He was Mary's father. Looking round I saw there were now five girls. The newcomer, Mary's young niece was gazing at me with large, solemn brown eyes, she was the only one, besides me-, who was dressed, and wore an abbrieviated school uniform. Seeing me look at her, Connie said:
"Nice little thing, isn't she? I'm going to act the part of her mother, and we've found you some old clothes, it won't take you long to change and make up, now sit down and we'll begin the show."
The chairs had been moved round, the adults took these and the children sat on the floor on cushions, then, just before Connie's husband cut off the light, Mary told her niece to go and sit on my lap. Finger to lip, the girl obeyed and I lifted her, she wriggled then settled as the room went suddenly dark for a moment, then the brilliant light shot out and lit up the screen.
I will only say the films were good and all I had expected, but half my attention was on the girl on my lap, after watching the moving figures for some time the girl, obviously embarrassed at what she had seen turned her head away, then became interested in me. Occasionally she would turn to look at the screen awhile.
At last the last film ran out and the light went on.
The men began packing the projector and screen away, Connie got up and beckoned to me and I handed the girl over to her aunt Mary and followed Connie up to her bedroom, the front room we had used, Janet and I. Upon the bed clothes are laid out for both of us, and while we dressed, Connie and I worked out her part in the play. She said she'd been chosen because she was pregnant, then asked me if I liked the girl.
"Yes, she's a lovely kid, sure she's nine ... ? " I asked.
"Certainly, it's all right, not to worry." I accepted her assurance.
She made my face up with rouge and dust from under the bed, tousled my hair and pulled on an old cap, adjusted my muffler and said I would do.
"I wouldn't like to meet you on a dark night," she laughed, "how do I look?"
"Like a glamorous, pregnant mother," I smiled, and she was content.
When we got down the scenery had been set, the floor covered with imitation grass, the background a woodland scene, to the right of the stage was a life-like reproduction of a tree trunk and hidden from sight behind it stood a chamber pot on a small stool, to the left was an imitation hedge and here and there near the back, pots of flowers.
Either side of the room curtains had been strung up to cover the entry, the door we entered by was on the left of the stage and we went in and stood in the 'wings' till someone brought the girl and pushed her behind the curtain. After they'd settled Connie started things going. The girl didn't recognize us at first and seemed a bit frightened, then Connie smiled and the girl looked more intently at me, I smiled at her and nodded and her face brightened.
While the four films had been running. . .and it had taken over two hours ... we'd become friendly and I'd taken advantage of the dark to interfere with her a bit. Being so young she'd been afraid to call attention to what I was doing to her, and after a time she hadn't wanted to complain to her aunty and had submitted quite willingly to my gentle masturbation. From her reactions I knew it was the first time. Neither she or anyone else had touched her. Towards the end she'd slept contentedly, nestled in my arms.
Now it paid off, she recognized me under my disguise and smiled, then Connie took her hand and bent to whisper to her, telling her what to do, then Connie led her out into the open.
They walked around the stage, a mother strolling with her little girl in the woods, the girl collecting a bunch of flowers, then, while their backs were turned I slipped from the wings and concealed myself behind the 'tree'. As I peered furtively at them, Connie kept the girl's attention occupied and I unfastened my fly-buttons and took out my limp cock. As I began to piss into the pot placed conveniently out of sight of the audience, the girl heard the noise of splashing and looked round, then, because she could see me plainly behind the tree she turned shy, as any little girl would at the sight of a man exposing himself. She stuck her finger in her mouth and twisted it in embarrassment.
"What's the matter darling?" Connie asked, pretending not to know I was there.
"Him," the girl squirmed.
"Who?" Connie asked, peering about her but avoiding 'seeing' me.
"Him ... there," the girl pointed and Connie turned to look.
"Disgusting," she exclaimed, looking at me angrily, "ought to be ashamed of yourself ... in front o: a child ... " she pulled the girl against her and hie her face against her coat.
"Balls to you," I snorted, shaking my cock and showering drops around, then I stepped out of concealment and lasciviously skinned my cock and shook it at her. There were titters from the girls, "you and your big belly ... nice one to talk of bein' ashamed of myself ... you are ... "
"I'm a respectably married woman," she cried indignantly," I'll call the police ... "
"Fat chance ... call away you pregnant bitch, nobody'll hear you," I said, advancing menacingly, so that she stepped back in alarm and the girl looked round, then stood staring at my lolling cock.
"Come away, darling, don't look, its a dirty old tramp ... "
"What's that he's got hanging out?" the girl asked, pointing.
"That's me cock little wench, you come here, never mind her, she's jealous." I edged my way towards the girl, who stood undecided, torn between curiosity and obedience, "here, you come and feel it ... "
"No! leave her alone you dirty old man, put the filthy thing away.. " Connie cried, moving towards the girl.
"Interfering bitch," I snarled, making a leap. Connie screamed as I seized her, she struggled and the girl looked on, frightened while I dragged Connie to the tree, where, despite her struggles I lashed her with lengths of rope from my pocket. "Perhaps that'll keep you from interfering ... while me and this nice girls get friendly." I smiled at the girl who looked at me uncertainly.
"Please don't hurt her," she pleaded, watching Connie struggle realistically at her bonds, and the tree swayed a bit.
"Hurt her!" I exclaimed, "why should I. . . ? I'm not going to hurt her, she's got a kiddie in her belly ... " the girl unconsciously played up ...
"A kiddie? where?" she asked.
"Inside her belly, of course, didn't you know that?"
"No, I thought she'd been greedy and ate too much," the girl said and there was laughter, "Can I see?" she asked eagerly, staring at Connie, who gave a despairing wail:
"No darling don't ask him that ... Oh the shame," she exclaimed.
"Sure you can, she can't stop you, come and help me open her up ... don't mind having a look myself, undo her belt ... "
"No ... please," Connie pleaded, "don't let her see me," she began to struggle some more.
"Take no notice of her, girlie, she's shy," I said, undoing the coat buttons and opening it out, "you start at the bottom of her frock, and me from the top," Connie's dress buttoned from the neck to hem.
"I'm not shy, not with you," the girl said as she knelt down and started undoing buttons, "I like you. Are you really a tramp?"
"You don't mind me being a tramp, do you girlie?" I asked as our fingers met in the middle. The girl stood up and shook her head:
"Oh no, I don't mind, but why are you letting me see your, .cock, it's all red and wet, and it's making me feel funny in my wee-wee," she stood watching me solemnly as I spread Connie's dress open, and Connie only wore a pair of pink panties and gartered stockings, "isn't she big?"
"Pull her panties down, go on, girlie," I urged lasciviously, "you trust me, she won't hurt you, if she tries I'll slap her tits."
"No ... no ... Oh please . ... I'll die of shame," and Connie began to sob as, ignoring her, the girl obeyed me and dragged her panties down, leaving them hanging by the leg elastic upside down.
"Where's the baby? I can't see it," the girl complained staring at Connie's bulging belly.
"Its up inside her, girlie, you might be able to feel it though if you could get your hand in."
"Where?" she asked eagerly.
"Can't you guess?" I asked her slyly, looking pointedly down at Connie's long cunt, "she's got a hole up there, my hand's too big, but I bet you could push yours in ... look, I'll show you where it is," I went down on one knee and she squatted, peering up under Connie as I pulled Connie's big cunt open and showed her where the vagina was, then the girl went on her knees and let me guide her hand, I folded her thumb in and she wriggled it as I pushed. Connie gave a gasp and shivered as she felt the girl's hand slip through and she tremblingly opened out her legs as the girl pushed up and began feeling for the baby.
I unobtrusively backed and crawled up behind the girl, then felt up the back of her short skirt. I felt her cunt through her panties and she turned to look over her shoulder and gasp:
"Ooh! I like that, she's all wet and smelly and I don't want to feel the baby," she pulled it out and wiped it on her skirt.
"Come on over here," I urged, pointing to the back of the 'stage' where a small bank had been made by stuffing old clothes under the grass-cloth.
"Shall I cover her up with her panties?" she asked.
"No, leave her as she is, she won't hurt."
We crawled and settled on the soft bank.
"They can see us," the girl whispered.
"Take no notice of them," I advised, taking her hand and clasping it to my cock, which was by now half hard. I showed her how to move the skin up and down and she forgot our audience in her curiosity, especially when I went back t rubbing her cunt through her panties.
"Ooh, I like you a lot, you make me feel lovely," the girl murmured, now utterly engrossed in the game," does it feel nice too, for you, when I rub your cock.. ? "
"Let me see yours."
"Take my panties off, then, I don't mind a bit," she offered.
"How about you and me taking all our clothes off, then we can see everything?"
"I don't mind, not if you will too ... Ooo, it's gone all stiff," she exclaimed, reluctantly loosing her hold and sitting up. She helped me a bit ... to undress her, then, when I had her naked I knew I couldn't do it.
I didn't show what I felt, she tried to help me and I stripped off my clothes.
Naked, she looked about seven yours old, her Jewish blood gave her body a delicate golden tint, her arms and legs were slender and her body looked boyish if you could ignore her small cunt.
I urged her gently to lie down and open her legs, and I looked at her cunt, her furrow was no more than two inches long from apex to bottom, a small, dainty thing, the edges of the lips pinkly feathered. It made me feel ashamed even to interfere with her.
Connie was watching me intently and I think she guessed how I was feeling, for when I glanced at her she smiled and shook her head. The others were watching me intently too.
"Why aren't you doing anything.. ? " the girl asked.
I knew she was right, I had to do something, but I pulled her over to face me, lifted her upper leg over my hip then, taking held of my cock I guided my skinned flesh against hers to frig her clitoris, using the friction to stimulate my knob.
"Oooh! that feels lovely," she murmured, putting her arms round me to hug me. I kept rubbing, while kissing her.
I soon knew the friction wasn't enough to make me have an orgasm, but the child became more and more excited and was soon shivering, I rubbed harder and suddenly she sobbed out and nervously cringed her cunt back, I followed up eagerly.
"No more ... please ... " she cried, pulling her leg off and rolling over, squeezing her thighs together. I let go of her and left her curled up, then I walked to the front of the stage and addressed the audience:
"I'm sorry, that's as far as I can go, she's too young for me." I bowed and went to untie Connie. I was surprised at the reception of my words, everybody was clapping.
Connie and I went to the girl and got her on her feet, then we took our bows and were chapped off the stage.
The men went to clear the scenery, the women to make supper. I realized they weren't a bad lot.
Over supper, Connie's three daughters, probably at their mother's instigation, sought me out.
"Tony." Lucy said, "We're all glad you didn't fuck Annie, we hadn't seen her undressed before, but Tony, you can fuck us, Mom says its all right and we want you to."
"I don't mind that," I smiled.
"I'll go and tell mom," she said, "she wants them to watch you. . . " she went to find her mother.
"Yours is the biggest prick, Tony." Lily said admiringly, "It's miles longer than the other men's."
"Yes, it's like a donkey's," giggled Lulu.
The word 'donkey' sparked off an idea in my mind, so I went to find Connie, who was in the kitchen washing up.
"Hello Tony," she greeted me, she nodded at Mary, "Mary is the only one was disappointed that you didn't break little Annie ... what's the matter ... another of your ideas.. ? " she asked eagerly.
"Yes, one of the girls said something that put an idea into my head, have any of you tried it with a dog ... ? "
"A dog," she exclaimed, "that would be something ... No, we have not, I suppose none of us thought of it."
"The people next door to us have a black Labrador," Mary said. "They keep it in a kennel outside, it's friendly with me, it's a big dog ... they should be in bed now, it's after twelve, send the boys to get him, Con."
"I'll ask the men first what they think," Connie said, "they might not like us ... " she wiped her hands and went off to see what the rest thought of my idea.
Connie came back smiling.
"The boys are getting some clothes on, it went down well, the men want to see that. Think it will. . ? "
"No harm trying," Mary said, "they'll be wanting to make a film," she laughed.
"Nothing surer," Connie agreed, "but who's going to be the victim.. ? "
"Me, for one," Mary said, "besides, they know me and I'm in milk too ... But how do you get a dog interested. . ? "
"A bitch in heat," I said.
"We haven't one," Connie pointed out.
"Some blood might do ... perhaps a small cut ... " I suggested.
"I don't mind that, not too deep, though," Mary said.
"Come on, leave this till after," Connie said, "they won't be long and I think you should be ready," she picked up a knife and handed it to Mary, "Go on, do it yourself, or I will."
Mary said she'd rather Connie did it, so Connie knelt down and Mary held her cunt open while Connie carefully made a couple of small cuts in the flesh at the mouth of the vagina; with her fingers she smeared the blood in and around the mouth, then we moved into the living room, where we found an air of expectancy.
"Mary wants to," she announced, "the dog knows her. Now mind you don't frighten the animal, sit quiet and watch, we others can have a go after, if the dog'll perform, clear a space, she said, so a space was cleared in the centre of the room and Mary went down on all fours.
A moment or two later, the boys came in, leading the docile black dog by the collar, seeing the stage set, they released him and found seats, then everybody watched breathlessly to see what would happen,, but the dog was already showing signs of excitement, nuzzle lifted he was sniffing eagerly, tail swaying then Mary called out softly:
"Roger ... boy, come here ... "
Hearing his name spoken by a familiar voice, the dog trotted eagerly up to her and, with a soft bark of delight began licking her face and Mary pushed her tongue out.
After an enthusiastic greeting, he backed off a bit to regard her, then cautiously circled around her, obviously puzzled by her unfamiliar position, then, to everybody's delight he thrust his muzzle under her to lick her teats and the taste of milk excited him further, he dropped his forelegs and began feeling off her, pulling at her teat, after a-while he got up and ran round her, then must have caught the scent of blood, he paused, one paw lifted and sniffed cautiously at her cunt, then licked it. He backed off a bit, quivering excitedly, sat down and lifted his hind legs bent over to lick his pizzle.
Mary spread open her legs and thrust her behind back, he scrambled up and thrust his long tongue into her open cunt, then suddenly reared up, his forelegs forking her waist, he eagerly thrust his naked pizzle at her, then Mary suddenly cried out:
"He's in.. ! "
He was too, whining, tongue lolling, he pushed down into her fucking frantically, nobody moved, we all watched fascinated ... Mary's head went back and she began to pant, hollowing in her back.
"Ooh Mom, can I.. ? " cried Lucy.
"If you want to," Connie said, without taking her eyes off the scene. Lucy dropped down and crawled up to the dog turned to offer her rump. Just as the dog ejaculated, as he pulled out, Mary slid forward on her belly, moaning, then came exclamations as the excited dog found himself confronted by another and he leapt on Lucy's back and frantically thrust his dripping red pizzle straight into the girl, whose head snapped back, she cried out as he fucked it in, then I became aware of Lulu shaking my leg, she pointed to my swaying cock then to her cunt. I seized her and pulled her in front of me with her back to me, she bent over and I pulled her down on my cock, one arm on her back, the other under her belly. I pushed right in, then Lily went to her father. Mary's father beckoned to Janet, then Connie's younger son seized little Annie and her scream coincided with the dog's second orgasm, for Lucy cried out, the dog was pulling back, but his pizzle was stuck and nobody went to the girl's assistance and, after a few minutes of tugging, the dog changed his mind and started fucking the girl again.
Annie was crying bitterly, the boy had done what I had been unable to make myself do and the little girl was frightened by the blood running down her legs. The room smelled of overheated bodies and Connie's son had her down on the floor fucking her, the dog succeeded in pulling out and Mary called him to her and he got on her back for another go, and Lucy lay in her back and pulled herself under Mary's breasts and began sucking milk.
The orgy lasted over an hour, then Connie said it was time for bed and the boys dressed and took the dog back, Mary left with her father and sobbing niece.
Lulu had taken a great imagine to me and she begged her mother to let her go to bed with me, so a bit later I found myself in bed with Janet and Lulu.
I was excited by the events of the night and it was a long time before I let the two girls go to sleep, I fucked both of them, after that I knew nothing till next morning, when Lulu awakened me. Janet, woke up while I was fucking Lulu, but waited till I'd finished ... I pulled out after making Lulu come, then engaged Janet, who took my spunk.
Connie came in with a tray as I was coming to the end, and she laid the tray down, then swept the bedclothes down to uncover us.
She sat on the bed while we drank the tea talking about last night.
"Everybody enjoyed themselves Tony, you must come again and stay with us, we all love you, and you know what we're like, anything goes here."
"I'm coming over next Saturday," I told her, "but I have an appointment on Saturday ... I could come Friday evening. I want you to tell Mary that, she's fixing something up for me I don't want to miss and I clean forgot to tell her before she went last night."
"You can go round to her house ... she might come round to see you sometime this morning, now come on down, breakfast's ready and the others are down, no need to put anything on, unless you want to ... well, all right then, but don't be long, come on Lulu ... Janet he wants to have a shave and a wash."
The girls went down with her and I went to the bathroom.
* * *
After breakfast I went round to see Mary and found her dressed in a pair of panties and slippers, she had her baby in her arms and invited me in.
She sent the older boy out to play.
"Father isn't up yet," she told me as she went on feeding the baby.
"I've come about that thing you wanted me to do ... " I told her about my scheme for next Saturday.
"What about today," she asked, "I could phone through and ask her.. ? "
"That's a good idea ... except that I'm about out, it had better be next Friday evening, I shall be fresh then, besides, I want to get back early today."
"Next Friday, then," she agreed, "we had a really lovely time last night, but poor Annie isn't feeling well, she's still in bed, but her father will be pleased ... poor little thing, she had it four times and was in a terrible mess."
* * *
I caught the two-fifty train back.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I reached Mary's house at half past seven the following Friday evening.
"Come in, Tony," she greeted me," it's all fixed up for this evening, she's expecting you, her husband is going to stay at this club over night so you'll find her alone."
"Are you taking me there?" I asked.
"Yes, I work for her, part time, they're rich people and have a lovely big house facing the park. like a cup of tea?"
"No thanks, I had a snack on the train," I said.
"You want to go now, don't you?" she smiled, "all right, I'll ask Connie to look after the children as we go past, its not far, only ten minutes walk ... " She got into her coat and hat, she wrapped a shawl round the baby, outside she called and the little boy came trotting up.
Chafing at the delay, I had to go up to the door with her and the girls heard us, it took us five minutes to extricate ourselves, but at last we were on our way.
It was nearer a quarter of an hour's walk than ten minutes, but when we turned in at the gate I found myself impressed. It wasn't an old house, as I had imagined, but a large villa type in the ten thousand class, with a sweeping drive and a large semicircular lawn bordered by flower beds bright with geraniums and a variety of other plants.
We mounted the steps and stood under the porched doorway, Mary rang the bell
I saw a shadow on the frosted glass beside the door, then the door opened and I knew I wasn't wasting my time. Mary's initial details hardly scratched the surface and the girl was obviously well bred and educated, on seeing Mary she invited us in at once and shut the door, then she looked at Mary for the introduction.
"This is the man I told you about Mrs. Vincent ... Tony," Mary hastened to say, and the ravishing girl held out her hand, smiling, saying:
"I'm delighted to meet you, my name's Veronica," we shook hands and when I had let hers go, she turned to Mary. "I'll see you on Monday, Mary ... I hope you don't mind.. ? "
"I'd like to stay, and that's the truth," Mary laughed, accepting her dismissal, "but I know when I'm not wanted. See you on Sunday, Tony," she said as Veronica let her out.
"Will you come with me, please," the girl asked, and led the way to a spacious sitting room with a huge picture window that filled most of the wall and gave a view of the magnificent garden.
"You accept me. . ? " I asked quietly after we were seated, I in an armchair, she on the settee close by.
"This isn't easy for me ... er ... Tony," she said, "I'm not promiscuous ... "
"The idea never occurred to me, Veronica, you're the sort of young woman a man of my class meets only rarely, I'm sorry it's that way ... about your husband, what happened?"
"He was kicked, by his horse, it was dreadful," she shivered. "His ... they had burst and he was in terrible pain. We'd only been married three weeks. I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind ... " she sat looking at me intently, then nodded, "you are ... my husband isn't so good looking as you ... please understand ... I ... there will be no love, I just want ... Oh dear, all this sounds so utterly sordid. I was going to offer to pay you ... but.. ? " she looked at me helplessly, begging me with her eyes to help her out.
"Look, you honor me by thinking you might offend me by offering money for my ... er ... services ... How would it be you did. I'll accept it, put it on a commercial basis ... if it will make it easier for you."
"Would you ... Tony ... ? Yes, would twenty pounds all right. . ? " she asked doubtfully.
"Ample, I know you can afford it," I smiled, "that's settled then, I'll accept twenty pounds, now forget it till it's time for me to go."
"No, please, I might forget," she rose gracefully and I admired her figure as she walked over to a bureau and unlocked it, she relocked it and paid me. I accepted.
"Many men would pay more than that for a night with a lovely girl like you, I feel a bit of a gigolo," I grinned and she laughed and asked.
"Would you like a drink, Tony? I want one, I'm having a gin and lime.. ? "
"Whiskey and soda, please," I said and she opened a cabinet, poured the drinks and brought them over, she sat down, arranging her legs neatly and took a sip of her drink. I lifted my glass and said:
"I hope you get your heart's desire," then drank.
"I'll drink to that. My husband wants an heir, he hopes it will be a boy, of course, but if it's a girl I won't weep."
"A girl requires more heat, if you understand me," I said delicately, "you haven't much chance of having a girl if you're just going to submit ... without love."
"Oh!. . I've heard that ... Oh dear ... I ... I suppose that's why my husband told me to say that to you, the beast ... but I needn't feel any love for you ... " she eyed me mischievously, "It's passion, not love, even so, with a handsome man like you, I might even find myself in love, it's too early to say yet. You like me?" she asked, looking at me directly with her violet eyes.
"Like isn't in it, you're a lovely young woman. I've been mentally stripping you from the moment you opened the door, and I keep thinking of bed, yet I'm not a bit tired, funny, isn't it?" I grinned and she laughed.
"Thank you for the compliment, kind Sir, why don't you come and sit here, beside me? Just move that table a little closer," she asked as I rose. I placed my glass on the table, moved it to the spot she indicated, then sat beside her, I gently removed her glass and placed it beside mine, then slid my arm along the back of the seat, but I had a question to ask her: v
"Tell me, before we go any further, Veronica, are you ... do you know anything about the female cycle.. ? "
"I didn't, but when Mary told me she had found a man she thought I would like, I went to see my doctor and he told me, he said the time was favorable..." as my arm slipped down around her shoulders, she turned and swayed towards me, lifting her face, then our lips met and her scent engulfed me, her soft mouth crumpled and opened and sucked and she accepted my tongue, I bore her back, then slid my hand down her thigh, then up under her silky skirts to her crotch, her legs sprang apart and she strained her arms round my neck as I rubbed her through her panties, then squirmed my fingers inside the leg, then I felt her fingers groping at the front of my trousers ... undoing the buttons, then slid her hand inside, as her long slim fingers closed round my stiff, naked cock, her mouth gasped against mine and she wrenched her mouth free, crying out, "Oh ... Tony, it's huge ... it's immense ... no wonder Mary sang your praises and almost burst herself recommending you ... Oh! good Lord, I feel like a virgin and it's going to hurt, I know it is ... " she said happily, "Let me ... bring it out, I want to see it."
" I have no objection at all, Ver ... How about a pet name for you? Veronica's a bit of a mouthful. . ? " I asked as she eased my cock out.
"Anything you like ... darling ... Oh!" she cooed, pushing back my foreskin, "you great big beautiful thing, look, he's blushing, he's being sick too, all over my fingers ... "
"Nikka ... " I said and she looked up startled, then laughed.
"Nikka.. ? that sounds suggestive, doesn't it, I'm actually wearing panties, not panties but call me that if you like ... "
"Or ... Tits ... that would be appropriate too, you've got a pair on you."
"Tits then ... Oh! I'm going to enjoy this, I know the rude words, of course, but the people in our crowd are much too polite to say them, it will be most refreshing to hear them said to me ... I want you to be yourself, Tony," she told me earnestly.
"At the right time, they're love words, Tits dear," I said gently, "good old Anglo-Saxon love words, and you're a splendid example of a Saxon maiden.
I love your hair, though it must be a nuisance.. ? "
"It is," she smiled, "but worth it ... yes.. ? "
"Like a silky, golden cape, Bluebeard would have loved you, from what I've read about him, he hung his women up by their hair."
She looked at me oddly, then said:
"It's funny you should say that, Tony, my husband sometimes does just that. You see, he hasn't any real desire now, he does not often ... er ... assert his rights, but when he does ... well, he goes to extremes ... to stimulate himself, normal love-play is useless, he had a cellar built while we were away in France, it was supposed to be a wine cellar, but he fitted it out, soundproofed it, made things, he has whips ... I don't really mind, I can stand pain and rather like it. Are you a sadistic man.. ? "
"As far as I know, I've never hurt a woman in my life, too fond of them. Why?"
"They say that every man is a sadist at heart," she murmured, "so yours must be latent, but, given the chance, I'm sure you could bring it to the surface."
"Do you want me to?" I asked.
She looked into my eyes steadily, then nodded.
"I think it might be interesting, Tony, there are all sorts of ingenious contraptions down there, but let's save it till later, shall we, I want this baby and I understand it's the first time that counts ... with a man.. ? "
"The spunk is at its most virile," I agreed.
"The spunk ... yes," she said, eyes sparkling, "show me your balls darling. I've almost forgotten what the male balls look like ... "
"You can buy a pair at any butcher's shop, they call them sweet breads, sheeps, pigs or bulls and they're delicious on toast."
She got mine out and gently felt them.
"You're built rather like a bull, you know," she laughed "big balls to ... lots of lovely spunk ... "
"I'm going to enjoy giving it to you, I never saw a woman who arouses me like you do, and I bet my prick grows another inch when I see you naked ... " I said suggestively.
"There's nothing to stop you stripping me, if you want to," she smiled, "I'm utterly willing. I assure you, but surely you must be exaggerating.. ? it must be all of nine inches now.. ? "
"I'd like you to undress yourself for me, Tits, but I'll undress first, so you can see me and ... watch it.. ? "
"Yes," she agreed, "I'm longing to see you naked ... Oh Tony, you have a wonderful prick," she sighed as she let it go so I could get up, "you're quite a man, you know. Mary's done me a good turn and I shall see that she doesn't regret it."
She watched my every move as I undressed rapidly, and when I stood naked she just sat looking at me, her eyes moving slowly up and down my body and showing appreciation with everything she saw.
"I won't be the first woman you've made pregnant Tony," she stated rather than asked," will I?"
"You'll be the sixteenth, if it takes, what will you do if we miss.. ? " that point interested me.
"Tony dear, I'm sure this isn't the first and last time we shall meet ... I could come to Mary's house to meet you there. I'm sure she'd let us have a bedroom ... for a night ... to be with a real, virile man ... " she breathed, clenching her hands till her knuckles whitened, "I'd gladly become your slave, and there's nothing I wouldn't do to please you. I know that even normal, healthy men have whims ... perversions, that debase their women and corrupt their minds ... I'll submit to anything, do anything ... for you ... Oh! you lovely ... man ... " she cried, springing up, then falling on her knees in front of me, "Let me do something I've been longing to do since I saw your prick." She pressed a long kiss to my naked knob, then began to lick it, but I couldn't stand much of that and I had to move out of reach.
"No more, else you will make me spill," I said, dropping into the settee "for Christ's sake ... strip."
She got to her feet and moved to stand in the middle of the hearth, just out of my reach.
"You proved your point, we'll take it up again ... later," I grinned as she unfastened her dress.
"In any way you like to name, Tony," she said fervently, "I've never met a man I like so much," she laughed, using my own words, "I'm only just realizing what I've been missing ... I'll come to you anywhere, at any time ... I know I have a lovely body and a pretty face ... I'm wasted on my husband, he's less than half a man, I want real sex ... I want to feel the hot spunk shooting into me ... I don't care where ... after you've fertilized me ... " she stripped off her dress and threw it into the chair.
Crossing her arms she stripped her tailored slip over her head, she made no attempt to tease, but seemed eager to get her clothes off as quickly as she could. She put her arms behind her, pulled her brassiere off and let it drop in the chair.
At sight of her naked breasts, full rounded and jutting, I actually felt my cock swell as the blood pulsated into it hotly, it became rigid and vein corded, and while she hardly paused, her arms sweeping her panties down, I knew she had seen the effect she was having on me. Leaving her pants around her ankles, she released her four suspenders and took off the belt. Bending forward to roll her stockings down her arms pushed her deep, hanging breasts together and shook them about.
She really was breathtakingly lovely, she had wonderfully fine, clear white skin, and if anyone tries to tell me one woman is much the same as another, Tits could refute it. Good breeding and the care from childhood ... a leisurely life free of care, must all have contributed to the beauty she revealed to me. She threw her pants, stockings and shoes into the chair, then rose and stood proudly, hips somewhat thrust forward.
She had a neat, silky bush of thin, but long golden curls, which offered little protection to her long pink cunt and I could plainly see the soft moist lobes of her nymphias, then I could smell it.
Her waist was very slender, shoulders femininely narrow, and hips delightfully rounded. I hardly knew where to look, for she was all perfection, then, without being asked, she turned round for me to look at her back view, and there was no clenching of her buttocks, which were firm and oval, but partly hidden behind the long curtain of her hair, then she turned back to face me, and her eyes immediately went to my genitals.
"You didn't exaggerate a bit," she smiled, "what do you want to do, Tony.. ? I mean, shall we stay here, or go to my bedroom?"
I got to my feet.
"Your bedroom sounds most attractive," I smiled, "do you have separate bedrooms?"
"Yes, I don't think I would if you were my husband," she said.
"A woman's place is in bed with her man," I agreed, slipping my arm around her yielding waist, "Good! you feel as good as you look, all warm, soft female. Is madam ready. . ? "
"Madam is . ... Oh Tony, I feel earthy ... how do they say it when a woman is hot ... "
"Randy. . ? " I suggested.
"That's right, I'm Randy ... Tony, how old are you?" she asked as we walked out of the room.
"Just over thirty ... Mary told me you were seventeen . . ? "
"That's right, I won't be eighteen till next February."
"How long have you been married."
"It was a month after my sixteenth birthday, about four months ago actually," she replied. "Were you a virgin?"
"Yes, but at my husband's insistence I had my hymen surgically removed a fortnight before the wedding. He didn't want the mess of breaking me in, I have it."
"Have what?" I asked.
"My maidenhead, it's been cured, the doctor did it for me and sent it to me. Would you like to see it?"
"Love to, first time I've heard of a woman keeping her hymen, though I've heard that the Jews keep the foreskin after being circumcised."
"I've always wondered about that ... I mean circumcision," she said as we mounted the wide stairway side by side, "why do they do it to little boys?"
"It's a deterrent against the habit of masturbation," I told her, looking around me appreciatively as we gained the landing, "you have a lovely home ... "
"It's a house, not a home," she said, leading me into her luxurious bedroom and closing the door, "masturbation.. ? " she queried, "What is that? I've never heard of it."
"This," I said, "this is how a male masturbates," I pumped my foreskin, "it produces a similar effect to intercourse, most children do it and girls indulge more than boys."
"How does a girl do it?"
I did it for her.
"It feels very nice," she smiled, "is it harmful?"
"People used to think it was, but doctors now say it isn't, unless you feel guilty about doing it, it's the mental effect of the guilty feeling that's harmful, not the act itself, though, with boys, it dulls the sensitiveness, and makes it a bit more difficult to bring off the spunk in intercourse with a woman."
"And girls.. ? "
"Doctors say the opposite effect is true with girls, it develops the clitoris and increases their enjoyment of the sex-act, because it enlarges the gland and makes it more prominent. Actually, a girl who never discovers how to masturbate often grows up frigid, and the more a girl masturbates before marriage, the randier she is as a wife. Girls of poor class families learn to masturbate very young, sometimes before they reach school age, and enlightened mothers see to it that they find out, unobtrusively, of course."
"How do you mean unobtrusively.. ? "
"At bath time under the guise of hygiene. a soapy finger in the little slit and a rub with the towel afterwards, a child soon feels the urge to investigate the 'nice' feeling mummy gave her, and the habit takes hold. It's natural and healthy, while a boy can do it too often, a girl can't do it often enough.
Girls pass it on amongst themselves, an older girl teaches a younger one."
"Then, my education was neglected. Is it too late to start now?" she asked as we sat together on the bed.
"Oh, no, its never too late to start, and you're only seventeen. Let me see you do it, it's a fine pre-coital stimulant and causes the lubricant to flow ... press your fingers lightly, rub lightly, else you'll make it sore ... that's it ... some women even do it while the man is giving them intercourse, husband and wife should work together for their mutual enjoyment, the women normally takes longer to reach her orgasm and a man, if he thinks anything of his woman, feels disappointed if she fails to reach her climax so actually she gives him pleasure by helping bring on her climax. How's it feel?" I asked, watching the blur of her fingers and her shaking cunt.
"I like it," she gasped, "I've often felt lonely when my husband's away from home and wondered what to do with myself ... I cannot thank you enough for showing me, I'll know what to do with myself now ... I'll masturbate ... " she panted.
"It's one of a woman's blessings, she needs no apparatus, she takes it with her wherever she goes," she was lying across the bed now, "move your fingers and I'll show you another way of doing it, the way woman make love between themselves ... lesbian love ... "
She stopped frigging and leaned up on her elbows as I slid off the bed and knelt between her lovely legs, she flushed slightly as I bent forward and gave a little cry as I lowered my face. Later she moaned in delight and eagerly opened out her legs as with the stiff tip of my tongue I titillated her clitoris.
"Oh! Tony!, this is even better than with my fingers, Oh! my darling, what a world of pleasure you have opened to me, I feel so ignorant, so innocent ... I pray that the smell isn't offending you.. ? "
I lifted my face and she regretted her question;
"Why should it, your cunt is beautiful and it has to be like this, a woman, no matter how scrupulous she is about personal hygiene, finds it impossible to do anything about the condition of her cunt. Wash it out ... scrub it, even, and in half an hour it's as it was before. I like it, in fact, I'll admit that I prefer it left unwashed. I insist that my women leave it alone, except at the end of a period, that's the only time it should be washed out, at all other times it's enough to wipe it after a visit to the lavatory, and a woman should change her panties only once a week I went back to licking her cunt.
"But Tony," she protested, "it would smell horrid, besides, I bathe every day, so how could I avoid washing it?"
"Just that, have your bath by all means, but avoid washing it, water alone cannot disolve the spunky film, it's water resistant, and actually your urine does the job quite adequately. You should never hold it open when you urinate, you should sit with your legs closed, leaning forward and let the warm urine wash it out. You have only to look at the way it is made, the lips lie close together and they're deep where your urine vent is. The correct way a woman should urinate is to squat, so that your cunt is close to the ground. Constant washing removes the white smegna from the crevices and folds, and the smegma is the natural feminine scent to attract males to her, and it's an irritant. Have you ever noticed a little girl absently insert her finger to rub it-" She nodded. "There you are then, the girl feels the itch of the smegma and rubs to relieve it, the smegma collects around her clitoris more thickly than lower down, because her urine washes it away. It's Nature's way of drawing her attention to her clitoris and showing her how to masturbate herself. You can learn a lot by watching animals, and in their natural habitat they perform a regular toilet in pools and streams, but they don't wash away their natural oils with soap."
"Do you want me to ... to leave it alone, Tony?" she asked diffidently.
"If you want to meet me again ... yes, a woman should smell female ... it excites me, to me a cunt without its natural smell is almost sexless, it should smell and itch, so that unconsciously you get into the habit of putting your hand there to rub it ... seeing you do that makes me desire to give you a fucking, when I fuck you I spunk into you and fertilize your womb, you become pregnant and give birth, completing the natural feminine cycle of life and we reproduce ourselves again and again. What can be more natural than that, Tits?"
"I'm convinced," she laughed, "I'll do as you say, HI leave it alone in future, except after a period, but, if you are successful, my periods will stop. Do I leave it unwashed for months, and let it accumulate. . . ? "
"You do and I think you should wear well fitting
ITS panties instead of those scanty panties, then you won't offend your friends. A woman's cunt odor is a private thing between her and her man, in this case me."
"I shall have to wear them in bed too, else I shall offend ... me," she laughed.
"That's another thing, some children, and people too, sleep with their heads under the bedclothes, its unhealthy and they wouldn't do that if they left their sex-parts unwashed, they would sleep with their heads in the open air."
"Your arguments are most convincing, Tony," she laughed, "I'll buy some panties ... but we've talked enough, darling, I'm still waiting to be fucked ... "
"I'm afraid I got carried away I feel strongly about it."
She twisted on the bed and crawled into the middle, I followed her and crawled between her open legs and eased it in. She was wonderfully tight and moaned softly, clinging to me as I pushed on up, then fucked it in the rest of the way.
"Oh darling," she gasped, wriggling uncomfortably, "I never knew my opening went into me that far, it feels wonderful, you're up as far as my navel . . .Oh! love me," she panted, "it's making me feel dreadfully hot and passionate ... rub me, I love it ... fuck me, hold me tight," she murmured dreamily as I opened out, crushing her soft body under mine and rocking her on the soft bed.
"You're beautiful," I breathed, "I'm going to enjoy getting you pregnant, and I shall want to see your belly, swollen with my child, but when it's born, you must have a wet-nurse, we can't have your lovely breasts ruined with milk. Promise ... "
"Oh, I do, my darling, I'll do anything you say, but our baby must have a woman's milk ... Oh! make me hot, fuck me hard ... make me. .Oh, it's huge.. how passionate you are, I feel sick ... Phew! oh my goodness I'm wet all over, I'm sweating, you're crushing my tits and I can hardly breath ... Oh darling. . .darling ... I can't bear it ... " she cringed and shivered in the throes of her come, belly hard, her legs stiff, eyes turned up, then, quite by accident, my leaping cock found the mouth of her womb on the instant I let it go, then I was groaning and shivering and gushing my spunk into her. We lay panting, bathed in sweat and utterly at peace, then I rolled over and took her with me, we lay face to face locked together and clinging to each other to keep the delicious contact and she gazed at my face moistly.
"How silly can a woman be," she murmured, half to herself.
"Who's silly, sweetheart," I asked, kissing her soft mouth gently.
"I was, when I said you mustn't expect me to love you, but how. could I know you would make me feel like that. I feel I'm a true woman at last, and it's a wonderful sensation, I assure you."
"You are satisfied with me, then?" I asked gently.
"How can you ask me that," she cried, "satisfied? Oh my goodness, heaven must be like that, or it should be, else I don't want to go there when I die."
"That, please God, is a long way off yet, take all the pleasure you can get while you're alive, and let heaven take care of itself. You have a lovely body ... use, it," I told her.
"I'd rather you used it," she laughed, "be my mate, I'll meet you whenever you can come to me. Oh Tony, how easily you could make me your slave ... Oh, I worship you, I adore your great prick and beautiful big balls, how strong it is, my husband's always shrinks up to nothing, but yours ...?"
"You have your beauty to thank for that darling Tits, the name surely becomes you, they're as firm as balls and your nipples seem to be trying to push holes in my chest, yes, I can feel your cunt sucking at me, you have a good set of muscles down there, not many women bother to use them like that, you make it fifty-fifty, and I bet if you tried, you could suck me off without either of us moving our bodies."
"Let's go down into the cellar, Tony, I want to be strapped into the chair ... I like the chair best, it makes me feel deliciously helpless and you can lock me into any position you like ... Shall we?"
"I'd like to," I said, pulling slowly out, she gave a sigh of regret, then sat up and swung herself off the bed, I followed her saucy, dancing buttocks, which rolled enticingly, her breasts swayed and jolted.
"I can feel your spunk moving inside me, Tony, I feel slick and juicy and in the mood for anything."
"A man can get pretty worked up about a helpless woman," I said, "aren't you afraid of being hurt?"
She waited for me at the bottom of the stairs and took my hand.
"No Tony, not with you, I'd like it, women can stand a lot of pain, we're made for it, we turn it into excitement ... Oh! I didn't show you my maidenhead," she halted, "I'll go back and fetch it, you go on down and have a look round, darling, you'll find it interesting and you may get ideas, be sure "Hi cooperate," and with that she ran back the way we had come.
The door was of oak and iron studded, it could be locked from the inside. I saw a switch and pressed it down, the stone stairway was illuminated so I went down. At the bottom was another door and I let myself through, found a bank of switches and pulled them all down. Immediately the big cellar became brilliantly lighted.
The walls and ceiling were white, the floor covered with a deep wine-red carpet, but it was the things the room contained and Tit's word occurred to me as I stared at each piece ... contraptions seemed about to describe them, there were rings fixed into the walls too and hooks in the ceiling, a cabinet stood at the far end, I wandered over to the nearest structure, it was made of polished wood, brass and leather and bore a faint resemblance to a vaulting horse, the middle of which was hollowed into a saddle, from which a tapered horn stuck up.
The next was obviously the 'chair' Tits had mentioned, and it also had a homed saddle, the saddle was shaped to fit the buttocks and the horn was split down the middle. I looked under the saddle and saw the adjuster, a spring and thumbscrew, the rest was four carved arms with straps and an adjustable headrest, each of the arms was hinged with locking devices.
Another piece was like a scaffold and reared to the ceiling with a hook on the arm fixed to a thin wire cable, which could be raised and lowered. From the supporting beam bolted to the wall were hinged cross-pieces, and from the base were two hinged arms.
Next to it was a cross which was slightly askew and I found on touching it that it was swiveled in the centre and could be turned on its axis.
"Well, Tony, what do you think of it," Tits voice interrupted my tour and I went to meet her, she handed me a small leather covered box, I opened it, it was lined with cream velvet and was a fitting receptacle for the circle of cured flesh, which felt like a pulpy sort of leather when I lifted it out.
The edges were thicker than the centre and there was a small hole in the middle. It was her hymen.
'Would you like it, Tony?" she asked and I looked up and nodded.
"You can have it then, my name is inside the lid, my maiden name, I wasn't married when I had the operation."
I replaced the inch and a half circle of skin back in its velvet nest and she took it from me and placed it on a small table near the steps, then said:
"Weird, isn't it? all planned with me in mind too, you would hardly believe some of the things my husband has done to me down here, that's where he hangs me by my hair," she pointed to the scaffold, "but, as I told you, that one's my favorite," she walked over to the 'chair' and touched the horn, "I have to sit on that, come and help me up, I'll tell you how to fasten me to it, you can raise or lower the whole thing by that handle near the floor and, as I told you, adjust me in any position you like, see this strap behind the headrest," I nodded, "that's to clamp my hair, shall I plait it ready for you.. ? don't look like that darling, its all right, truly it is. Please humor my whim. Oh, before I forget, you'll find lots of interesting things in that cabinet, beside the whips and canes and spare straps, it's not locked. Now please get me strapped down, and see you pull the straps tight, else I might slip and hurt myself on the horn. Hold me while I climb into the saddle ... "
Seeing she was so set on it, I lent a hand and with my assistance lowered herself down on the horn. It made me feel a bit sick to see her wriggling it into her anus, the base of the horn was quite half as thick again as the root of my cock, then her soft bottom settled onto the leather covered saddle and she smiled at me.
"I'm used to it, I've had bigger things than this up there," she leaned back and fitted her head into the hollowed, shaped headrest, throwing back the thick rope of hair, so I moved round and strapped her hair down, then she fitted her right arm along the hinged arm rest and I fixed the straps at a point above her elbow and at her wrist, then her other arm to the one opposite, then her legs to the other two lower ones at knee and ankle.
She was looking at me with an expression of surprise but this was due to the way her hair had tautened the skin of her face and had pulled her eyebrows up, she couldn't close her eyes and her upper lip was lifted.
"Now ... I'm all yours ... if you make me scream, no one will hear me ... use your imagination, darling, stir your latent sadistic instincts and commit whatever outrageous manipulations you like on me. Go and have a look in the cabinet, use anything you find there, my body is neither precious or sacred, if you think so, forget it, I want to be violated and hurt, and I won't mind if you draw blood."
