George Gregly sat on the thickly upholstered armchair in the lounge and pulled the young girl onto his lap. Linda Dane was just eighteen, George Gregly just fifty-nine. They had both been drinking but it had not had much effect on the man, but a great effect on his young companion.
Linda Dane was going out with Jim Gregly, old George's son. It was through that association that she met George in the first place. In another part of the house where they now sat cuddling together a party was going on. It was Jim's twenty-first birthday and the young man had hoped to ask Linda to be his wife so that the engagement could be announced at the party.
So far the party had been so hectic, there had been so much drink and so much happy dancing and laughing, that he had not had the chance to be alone with Linda at all. He was not such a clever or licentious fellow as his father. Old George Gregly had not only spent a lot of time during the last hour with the very pretty Miss Linda Dane, but had now got her on his own in a quiet room that had been put out of bounds for the party revelers.
Linda felt the old man pull her into a half reclining position on his lap so that he could bend his face to hers and kiss her. She was speaking to protest when his tongue drove between her small white teeth. She didn't want to cause a lot to trouble. She knew her young man's father had been drinking heavily and she put his horny actions down to that. She did not feel anything when he kissed her and so she let him carry on. She did not respond in any way and tried to keep her body and her feeling aloof from his sensual kissing. She was sorely tried not to show some reaction when she felt his hand that had been resting on her nyloned knee slowly go up her leg.
His hot hand stopped just at the top of her stockings. He was waiting to see if she tried to dislodge the wandering palm. When she made no effort to push his arm down he began to room a little higher.
Linda Dane trembled slightly as that warm and far from unkind hand moved up on to her white thigh flesh. Up higher until he was touching the crotch of her panties. The panties that seemed so warm and soft to his touch, the panties that seemed so well filled. He gently cupped her asscheeks through them, and he watched her face in the dim light of the room. She was looking pale, she was biting her lower lip, and yet she did not try and struggle.
In fact she moved her thighs more apart for his hand as he started to jiggle her clitoris with his fingertips through the thin fabric of the intimate undergarment. Suddenly she did try and get out of his clutches for she had heard the door open quietly and close again. A big hefty figure loomed up near them. She recognized it as Tod, her young man's eldest brother. He was grinning and looking down at her exposed legs, at the whiteness of her thighs above her nylons which was showing because the old man had tugged her dress well up.
Don't worry about Tod," she heard her future father-in law muttering, "he is a good boy, he won't tell Jim he found us in here like this-will you Tod my boy?"
Linda saw the younger man squat down on a chair near to where she lay sprawled in the chair with old George. She stopped her struggling. The old man was far too strong for her anyway. Her hand had come to rest, quite by accident, over the cock bulge of the old fellow's trousers. She lifted it away as if she had touched a piece of red hot coal.
"Do you know Tod, my boy," the old man went on, "I believe my future daughter-in-law is a shy girl. Let's find out."
He quickly, opened his fly and deftly forced her hand down again to touch his naked rearing penis. He kept his hand over hers so that she could not lift her palm off his rampant dong. Meanwhile Tod had got up and stepped across to their chair. He leant down and was soon busily engaged in getting the fastening of her dress undone and peeling it down from her shoulders. Despite her quiet pleas and brief struggles, the younger man managed to get her bra undone as well.
The old man leaned half across her so that she could not get out of the deep armchair and his hands groped feverishly to feel the white naked, tits that his oldest son had bared for him. She felt her nipples answering the call that the eager fingers made upon them. Each breast ached and throbbed as her ruby nipples extended and stiffened.
Before she realized what was happening the old man was between her legs, two pairs of hands were at her titties and one large throbbing prick was sinking up into her cunt as her flimsy panties provided her no protection against such a stiffly erect, determined intruder.
Despite her horror that a man of the age of George Gregly was using her young cunt, she was getting pleasure from the act. Her arms slid around his hips as they thrust into her. She heard the sound of a zipper being undone and knew that it was the fly zipper of the eagerly watching Tod. He stood leaning over the side of the chair so that she could easily clasp his terrific hard-on if she wanted ... she did want to ... her fingers clasped his younger more virile throbbing length and caressed it while his father, fucked furiously between her thighs.
The moment she felt his penis within her spurting hot sperm she rubbed with all her energy at the, dick she held in her hand. The son reached his rubbed off climax only a few seconds after the old man shot his spunk into the young girl.
Half an hour later she was standing near the stereo her hand clasped by the loving hand of her husband-to-be. George Gregly was a happy man to announce the engagement of his younger son Jim to this charming young Miss Linda Dane.
Jim Gregly did not know that already the sperm from his father was in the young girl's womb, and even dribbling from her moist cuntlips at that very moment.
CHAPTER II
It was a week before the date of the wedding that Linda had a visit from her intended father in-law at her furnished room where she lodged during the week. It was handy for her job as a typist in the City and as her parents lived down near the coast she could not travel every day from their home, hence the furnished room.
He was happy with the reception he got from her. She welcomed him with out-flung arms, embracing him and letting him kiss her full on the mouth. She was wearing a very pretty and dainty housecoat and a pair of matching mules. When her elderly lover pushed her back so that she sat on the edge of her bed the housecoat billowed open and he saw right up her lovely legs to her naked pussy.
"I was just going down to have a bath when you arrived, Pop," she told him this to account for her naked twat under the housecoat.
"I'm glad I came in time before you were in the bath, my dear," he muttered with a laugh and standing close to where she sat he bent forward and moulded her perfect breasts in his hands. She was a very warm-blooded young woman, her hands had his fly open and his horny cock out and her warm fingers caressing the rod that had given her so much pleasure at the party he had given for his son's twenty first birthday celebration.
Linda felt naughty. She was pulling the old man down on top of her as she fell back on her bed. She had not let go of his tool. He smiled at her young eagerness. She would make Jim a lusty humping wife alright, he thought.
He bent lower to kiss her pretty mouth. Her eyes were closed and she was instinctively trying to pull and guide his throbbing dick into her lusting cunt. As he slowly entered her, she slid her slim arm round his hefty waist and hugged him closer. His stomach was flat along her soft heaving belly, every inch of his thick cock, rammed inside her cunt. He lay quite still, waiting to see how long she could resist the temptation to start the screwing movements that he knew gave her so much pleasure.
Just another seven days, and this lovely young woman would be standing at the altar with his son. Another seven nights and she would be sharing his son's bed every night ... it would be Jim where he was now ... it would be the younger and more virile cock of twenty-one year old Jim where old George Gregly now had his sturdy whang.
He bent his face down to kiss her cute pinky breast and then feeling the urge within him getting stronger he knew he had to start to fuck her. He felt his cock was in a hot bottomless pit of cunt juice ... she was delicious ... her cunt was nicely tight and hot and slippery.
He rammed in faster to the girl who was to be his daughter-in-law in less than a week's time. He filled her young pratt in a way that he hoped his son would not surpass. Linda had released him from her embracing arms. She lay with her arms outstretched on either side of her, the small fists clenching and relaxing as her passion became almost unbearable and her orgasm grew nearer to fulfillment with this elderly man.
She felt him rolling and writhing on her from side to side as if he meant to skewer her inside right out with that wonderfully thick and strong dick he had inside her. He felt her shudder beneath him ... he knew she was climaxing ... she was coming. He got his hands under her white, fleshy asscheeks and gripped her fiercely.
"You'll still want me to hump you like this even after you have married my son, won't you darling?" he gurgled at her as he strove valiantly to reach his own violent peak.
She was nodding her head. Yes ... she would always want him ... he was so wonderful to her ... from the way she shivered and her jerking slowed down he knew she was almost through with her coming. She had just started to relax when she was convulsed into wild movement again ... it was the feel of his hot sticky spunk jetting into her as he too reached a climax ... it was so good for both of them. .-. she was such a lovely piece of young fuck ... and in seven days time she would be his youngest son's wife....
CHAPTER III
George Gregly threw down the postcard he had just had from his son and daughter-in-law from Italy. They were on their honeymoon. The old man felt sick with envy, sick with lust, sick with the thought that the lovely horny young body of nineteen year old Linda was being wasted by his inexperienced son Jim.
From the front room window old George saw his other son, Tod, going up the road on his way to work. He did not live far from his parent's house and it did not take George more than ten minutes to get himself washed, shaved and dressed and set out for the short walk that would bring him to Tod's house.
Tod's wife was a pretty girl of about twenty-three. She and Tod had been married a couple of years and even now old George was not sure if his son knew of the association of his wife and her father-in-law. Certainly Tod knew what sort of horny man his father was, witness the behavior at the party when young Linda had been taught what sort of family she was marrying into. But whether Tod knew his own wife was used to having it with her father-in-law old George did not know.
George was not in his son's house more than ten minutes before he was kissing and petting the attractive June. He was getting the top of her dress undone so that he could relish the sight and feel of her twin tit mounds as they lay meshed in flimsy green net of her bra.
He bent his face to the centre of the deep cleavage between the fleshy globes and gave her a wet kissing there. He lapped his tongue over the sensitive flesh just where the tit eased itself into the tight fitting cup.
"Ohaaa ... Pop ... Pop...," she muttered, "you are a terrible man. Your son has not left the house a quarter or an hour and here you are kissing his wife's breasts.!"
"I'm not kissing your breasts properly yet," he replied with a smirk, "I saw Tod going off to work, he went past my house this morning just as I was in the front room and I saw him. He is on early shift again this week, eh?"
June nodded: "Yes, he's on early this week, makes me get up in the morning that's one good thing about it. If he's on late shift I'm not dressed by this time as a rule."
"Pity you're dressed now...," joked the old fellow as he felt under her open bodice to get to the clip of her bra. The lush, lovely breasts of his daughter-in-law sprang free as if happy to have such an experienced lecher ready and close to them to administer to them.
She wished she had as much money as times her father-in-law had suckled at her naked breasts. Not that she really minded. She loved the way he nibbled at her tits just as he was doing now with her left nipple half way down his throat.
By the time he had gone across to the right nipple and then back again to re-erect the left one she was moaning and running her hands through his skimpy head of hair. She shook her shoulders until her dress drooped down away from them and when he tugged at the loosened bra so that it fell to the carpet she was naked from the waist up while he kept his face glued to her quivering titties.
He only raised his face when he wanted to take her to her bedroom. With his arm about her waist he went with her up the stairs and into the warm bedroom where the bedclothes still lay rumpled and untidy where they had been left when she and Tod had got out of bed just over an hour ago.
She lay back on the still warm sheet, and old George lowered his face to kiss her soft naked belly. She squealed with pleasure when his tongue lapped around her navel. He stood over her and looked down at her panting there. She was a beautiful woman, not so young or so innocently attractive as Linda away on her honeymoon with Jim, but certainly a very desirable young woman. He was a lucky man to have such a daughter-in-law....
June raised her ass off the bed as he tugged her dress sheath and nylon underslip down her hips and thighs....
Tod had waved to his father as he went past his parent's house. He knew that the old man must be feeling pretty jealous at the hump pleasure young Jim was getting on his honeymoon with Linda. He was almost able to read his father's mind when he was watched go out of sight up the road.
"I bet the devil goes up to see June," he muttered to himself, "the old crank must be feeling horny with the thoughts of Linda so far away in Italy. I bet he just goes up and tries fucking June."
For a long time Tod had suspected his wife was getting some sex outside her marital bed. He also strongly suspected his father, but he did not want a scandal. He did not want to cause trouble. After all, look what happened to Linda and the old man. If he played his cards right he would get his turn screwing with the latest bride in the family. He could rely on the old man to arrange things for him. It would not be just her hand bringing his spunk out the next time ... no sir ... he would be right there between her lovely thighs ... just in her cunt where his father had been at that twenty-first party.
Tod changed direction. He would slip back home, just see if his fears were well-founded. Find out if the old devil was paying a visit to June.
He made no sound when he let himself in the back door. He made even less sound when he went carefully up the stairs. Through the still half-open bedroom door Tod saw what he had expected to see ... his wife was on the bed, his bed, his and her bed, she had on only her stockings, panties and a girdle. He had noticed that morning his wife had put on a pair of her best smoke-hued nylons, the shade that made her lovely legs even more attractive than ever. He had almost stopped and felt her ass up before he went to work, but he had been late. Now it was the greedy eyes of his own father looking at those delicious limbs in the smoky hued nylon stockings.
He watched the old man kissing June just at the tops of her legs, his tongue kept snaking out as he intermingled the kissing with lapping and licking on her smooth white flesh.
Tod heard his wife moan, he saw her reaching down for the open fly of his father. Her hand was inside the old man's trouser front now and all the while he massaged the tops of her thighs with his plea sure-giving hands. It was June who was making the most effort to get her panties down. She alone pushed them down to below her knees where the hands of the old man took over and slid the flimsy green garment all the way down for her to kick off.
Tod watched, breathless and excited. He saw his father get his face right to the dark valley between June's open thighs. One of the old man's hands reached up to caress her naked breasts while he lapped at her pussy. His other hand was down near his mouth, prizing and prodding the loose wet flesh of her cunt aside for his tongue to caress her in the most intimate way of all.
When for want of breath George had to lift his face from his daughter-in-law's hole, he kept two fingers crooked into her open twat. Tod felt a strange exciting horniness as he watched his wife being fingered by his own father. He had got a thrill when it had been Linda on the receiving end of the old man's lechery, now that it was his own wife he felt even more bizarre gratification and he carefully kept out of sight, peering now through the crack of the half open door so that he would not be seen even if they looked towards the door.
He saw his wife now bracing herself on her elbows as she lay on her back. She reared up and reamed herself on those two probing fingers. She half sat up, still moving her hips and rotating her loins to give her cunt lips and clitoris much needed pleasure on his hand. She slid her arm about his shoulders to keep her balance in this semi-sitting position while she caused her cunt to be massaged by his stiffly held two-fingered prong.
Her other hand stroked his huge erected penis with the loving attention of a woman who craves but one thing. The spying Tod knew just what his wife was in need of when she toyed with a penis as she was now doing ... and he was going to see his own father give her what she wanted.
Tod saw his wife reach under that throbbing tool and weigh in her palm the heavy pair of testicles that lay there in their tightly crinkled sac of bushcovered flesh. He was surprised his father had such large balls. Certainly much larger than his own, or his younger brothers'.
"You're ready, dear, aren't you?" the old man asked. The slickly moist, sluppy sound that came from her fingered cunt was proof alright that she was more than ready. Tod knew the sounds of his wife's readiness only too well. He knew she was ready alright ... he saw the way she was gazing at the huge prick that was so near to her. He saw her lay back again on her ass, her legs spreading open in the most obvious invitation possible.
Tod saw his father kneeling between his wife's lovely legs, saw him rubbing his immense erection as if trying to make it even more stiff and long. Everything happened so quickly then ... the old man was on top of her ... Tod lost sight of that big length of dick ... he knew where it had gone ... June was wrapping her legs round the old man's heaving waist ... to Tod it was the same act taking place that he had witnessed at each occasion when he had witnessed a seduction by the old man. The difference this time was that it was on a bed and not in an arm chair or on the floor at a party. And it was not Linda, the intended bride for young Jim, but his own wife, June, under the panting snorting old man's heaving cock.
"Oooaaa ... uuhhrraaahhh ... oeeehhrraaammmoohhhaaaa ... hhhaaaaaaa...." he heard his wife moaning and groaning as the hefty dong drove her towards the peak of her sexual climax. Tod saw his wife's arms and legs tighten about his father, he knew she was not going to take long to reach her paradise with the old devil.
"Pop ... pop ... oohhmaa ... Pop ... I'm ... I'm...," she reached no further words, she was panting and breathless ... her watching husband knew why. Tod saw his wife shaking like jelly. He saw his father belting away at her clutching cunt like a demented sex maniac and then he knew they were both climaxing ... spasm after spasm fused their bodies together as one quivering unit.
Even if she had at that moment known her husband was a witness to her incest with his father she would not have been able to suppress the moan and growl of released lust as she felt her orgasm sweep through her and the blobs of creamy sperm of her elderly lover belching up into her open vagina where it belonged.
Tod went from the house and clocked in at work over an hour late. He didn't mind losing the pay for that hour. It had been worth it to have his fears confirmed. He now knew his wife was untrue to him. He only hoped that she was not having it with any other men. If it was only his father that she was getting fucks from, well, that was enough of course, but to have a complete stranger's cock in her belly-that would be much worse.
He did not intend to let his father know that he knew about him and June. That could be a secret that might come in very useful at some later time. The old man was a cunning old bugger and he might need some form of protection one day, who knows.
CHAPTER IV
Although neither June or her elderly lover knew they had been watched in their loving incestuous screwing, there was another person who had a very good idea what had gone on in that house. It was a heavily bearded man by the name of Marks who lived immediately across the road from the house where Tod and June Gregly lived.
Marks was widower, a man in the same age group as George Gregly, that is in his sixties. He had for a long time had his eye on the lovely, shapely Mrs. June Gregly and he had sensed the unnatural interest being paid to her by her father-in-law. That morning when he had seen Tod go off to work and not so long afterwards the old man arriving, Marks had realized that more was going on than an ordinary social visit.
Then when, not so long afterwards, the husband returned and instead of going in as usual through the front door he went quietly round to the back of the house, old Marks was quite certain something was going on.
He waited and watched. He saw Tod leave again about half an hour later and within ten minutes the old father came out and made his way jauntily down the street. Old Marks smiled to himself. Oh yes, there was something quite amiss over there at the Gregly house and he was going to find out what it was. Who knows, all this might lead to a very pleasant and close friendship with the attractive young wife.
Old Marks turned from the window and went through into a bedroom at the back of his house. He felt hard-up and very excited from the pictures he saw in his mind's eye at what had taken place in that house over the road. He looked forward with more than ordinary excitement at his task of the immediate moment. In the back bedroom into which he now stepped waited a young pretty girl in her early teens. It was Brenda, his grand-daughter. She was the daughter of his son who was at present serving with the army abroad. Marks had told the girl's mother that if ever she misbehaved and needed a spanking to teach her a lesson while her father was away, she was to send the girl to him. He would be her father while his son was away.
The girl had apparently played truant from school on three afternoons the previous week and as she paid no heed to her mother's warnings or pleadings she had at last been sent to her grandfather's house for her physical punishment.
Old Marks had been about administer this punishment when he had gone into the bedroom at the front of the house for his brush and been delayed by the movements of the occupants of the house over the road. Now he headed towards the bed. The girl lay across it, face downwards. She well knew that her grandfather was going to give her a spanking that was supposed to teach her a lesson and make her a more obedient girl in the future.
He lifted the hem of her school gymslip and carefully folded it back in neat folds up her back. His eyes gleamed at the sight that met his gaze. He had forgotten that he had told, her to take her panties off ready for her punishment before he went into the bedroom. Now he was looking down at her perfectly formed white chumpy bottom cheeks, the fulsome swell of her thighs immediately below the overhang of the buttocks, the shapely back of her knees and the slim tapering white calves.
He held his breath. What a sight her lovely asscheeks were for a horny man to be sure! He raised his arm and then in one sweeping movement he brought the palm of his hand to that pliable wobbling fleshy ass.
She did not seem to mind. She did not seem to feel the blow. The next one was harder, the third slap even harder. Now she was writhing a little as in quick up and down movements his palm came down to her coloring asscheeks.
SLAP....
SLAP....
SLAP....
Now she was gasping a little ... now she was getting the painful tingling that he knew she would be experiencing from his quite hard hand spanking.
Her pretty face turned from side to side in the pillow. Her hair became untidy and her body was contorting all the time as he increased speed the of his slapping and also made sure he was hurting her with the force of the blows. Then, to his pleasure and surprise, he saw her clench her small hands and at the same time begin to undulate her body with the tempo of his slaps, thrusting her belly hard down into the bed and arching her buttocks upwards in quick agitations that suggested nothing so much as a girl in the throes of coitus.
SLAP....
SLAP....
SLAP....
She writhed and undulated faster as the speed and force of his slaps increased. He grabbed her right wrist and thrust her arms under her belly, making it easy for her to get her hand to her genitals. He saw she quickly took this opportunity to get her hand between her tossing thighs.
He watched her with his lust-crazed eyes as she was persuaded by her inner instincts to play with her pussy while she was continuing to toss up and down under the force of his slapping.
At last he had to play a more intimate role himself. She gasped in shocked surprise as his hand went under her belly. His fingers pushed her hand away so that it was his thicker more experienced fingers that toyed with her hot moist cunny while she writhed up and down.
Her gasps of shocked amazement quickly changed to a low hum of pleasure as she experienced the thrilling vibrations of having her twat wanked by her grandfather. The harder and faster he slapped her young, asscheeks the faster and deeper he frigged into her cunt with his fingers. The youngster was moaning intently now as her movements reached a crazy ferocity, then suddenly she was being whisked over to lay on her back, instead of her grandfather's hand between her thighs it was his bearded face ... for the first time she was having her young cunt and clitoris worshipped by a male mouth.
Her young legs spread wide her cuntlips as the sheer ecstasy of this new wonderful sensation moved through her veins. Her eyes were closed as she writhed from side to side in utter pleasure. She still kept them closed when she heard the rustling of clothing that suggested her grandfather was removing certain articles of his attire ... his trousers ... and pants!
She felt him grip her right knee and jerk her leg so that it was almost at right angles to the rest of her body. He did the same with her left leg and then the bed creaked as it bore the added weight of the old man as he climbed over on top of his panting, excited grand-daughter.
She kept her eyes closed even more tightly. She did not want to look at him while he did this terrible thing to her ... it was a terrible thing for her grandfather to assault her like this ... she knew that ... she also knew she had a wild hot urge down there in between her legs, an urge that she knew by her feminine instinct was going to be gratified by what her grandfather was going to do to her.
She gaSped out and winced several times as she felt the hard domed hot head of his cock prodding her between her thighs. The thick penis was searching for the sweet wet channel into which to bury itself and find the pleasure they both craved.
She felt her grandfather resting his weight on his left elbow which was close beside her right shoulder. His right hand was down between their bellies, holding his throbbing thing and trying to guide that hot swollen knob into her cunt.
She writhed and he made a series of quick jabs. She heaved her asscheeks up off the bed as she felt a sudden pain, followed by an intense sensation of swollen fullness. She felt that firm hard dong going slowly but relentlessly up into her body.
His hands had groped under her ass. His great fingers clawed at her plump ass cheeks and were heaving her up to his dick thrust as if she were some fleshy chattel that had to be drawn onto his cock in a manner he might draw on an immense rubber condom.
As yet she had not learned that the natural position for her arms were around the man on top of her. Her left arm hung down the side of the narrow bed, her right hand was reaching up behind her, gripping the bedrail as if it provided some safe anchorage for her amid all the ruttish. and lusting sensations that were inflaming her young mind and body.
Her pussy was so deliciously tight and hot that the old man could not control himself. Far quicker than he would have wished he was pumping himself to his ultimate ejaculation. He withdrew his spunk dripping shaft from her creaming hole and gripped the girls chin, forcing her to look up into his face. His expression frightened her.
"Don't you dare tell your mother and father that I did that to you!" he spat at her, "or I will see you are put away in a home for wicked girls. Now get dressed and get off home. Tell your mother I will be along for tea this afternoon."
The girl rose from the bed and started to put on her panties. She had pulled them up as far as her knees when she felt the broad hand of her grandfather between her thighs again. His middle finger was prodding again at her warm and very wet little cunny. He was not at all sure he had made her come when he had fucked her and he wanted her to go away happy and satisfied. So she would be less likely to cause trouble for him, of course. With his face close to hers he muttered:
"Would you like Granddad to try and make you come again dear, like you did when I slapped you and frigged you at the same time?"
She stood with her young legs well apart, her knees slightly bent, her schoolgirl panties stretched wide between her knees. The small bedroom filled with her heavy pantings and then her screams of pleasure she was quickly jerked of by the agile and experienced fingers of the old man.
She had felt his cock so large and thick when he had first put it into her, then it had dwindled to a limp, slack-fleshed wet piece of gristle, now she saw it was rearing and hard again. Timidly she took hold of his dong, she looked up into his flushed face:
"Do you want to do it again to me grandpa?"
"You beautiful horny little piece of crumpet!" he gasped as he pushed her back on to the bed. This time he was able to make the fuck last much longer. This time he was able to make the girl have her orgasm just a few seconds before he filled her for the second time with his spunk.
He knew that he would not be sending this pretty horny young girl away to a home, just as he was sure she would not squeal on him to her parents. The hump on the bed had been a secret for them to share, a sensual joy, an incestuous adventure that if he had his way would be repeated again and again in the future.
CHAPTER V
The thickset Italian had waited until he saw the young man slump forward, his head hitting the table top with a thud. The woman with him tried in vain to rouse him. For the last hour Grimaldo had been waiting and watching. Now he rose from the secluded corner where his table was and moved over to the couple.
"May I help you, madam?" his English was almost perfect, had it not been for his tanned and obvious Latin features Linda would have thought it was a man from her own country speaking to her.
"Oh-thank you so much," she was eager and happy that assistance should be at hand, "I am afraid my husband has had too much wine, he is not used to it you know. Would you help me get him to our room? We are on the second floor."
It was at a second-rate hotel that the newlyweds were spending their honeymoon at Rimini and few heads were turned because a young Englishman had too much to drink and was being helped from the bar by his wife and an Italian friend. Grimaldo helped the young couple right up to their room. He even came into the bedroom and gave his assistance to get the young man ready for bed. Linda was pleased to have help. She had glanced of the Good Samaritan several times since they had come into the bedroom. He was older than her husband, quite a lot older, but so handsome with his tanned face, his willing ways and charming smile. She liked him and felt the least she could do when they had got her husband in between the sheets was to offer him a drink.
Grimaldo was happy to stay and drink with this pretty English bride. That had been his intention all along, of course. He knew that very little more drink was required to get her into a state approaching the one her husband was in now.
The connecting door of the bedroom and the other room was wide open and they could see him spread out under the bed clothes, snoring and happy and contented. Linda was feeling happy. She giggled foolishly when this handsome Italian took her lightly in his arms and kissed her. She knew these Latins were fast movers. She knew they had a certain reputation ... but what harm was there in a kiss ... and besides, her husband was in the adjoining room ... the door was still open.
Her lips trembled at the pressure of the older mans mouth. She felt compelled to let that prodding tongue tip enter her mouth. Her body went taut when she felt him lift a hand and feel gently over the swell of her breast through her frock. She tried to pull his arm down away from that part of her lush body, but her attempt lacked conviction. However, she slapped her legs as close together as she could when she felt his other hand trying to get up her legs under the hem of her dress.
Grimaldo did not persist. With his arm about her waist in a most modest way they went to that open door and looked in at the soundly sleeping snoring husband. Then the smiling Italian poured another couple of drinks and they returned to the other room to enjoy them.
When Linda set the glass down on the table she weaved about. The drink was really getting to her now. Grimaldo took her in this strong arms again and she was pleased to have him support her. She felt hazy and excited, she wanted this handsome Italian to kiss her again like he had done a few minutes before. She looked up into his tanned face. He was smiling at her but making no attempt to put his mouth to hers. At last, in desperation, Linda stood on tiptoe and pressed her kiss-hungry lips to his moth. Her eager tongue was doing the work now, her tongue probed into his mouth to entwine with his tongue in its own territory. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his open palm to her breast.
Grimaldo smiled to himself. He had hoped and expected this young woman on her honeymoon to respond like this. She gave a satisfied gurgle when she felt him squeezing her soft breast. His other hand was finding the long zipper down the left side of her dress. He tugged it down. She did not try and stop him. His hand moved into the opening of the dress and slid round her back. She arched her back when she felt his fingers fumbling at the clasp of her bra.
As soon as he had released the bra clip his hand came round to her front again, his palm was soon filled with her palpitating fleshy tits, his long fingers reaching for her nipples and touching them in a way designed to thrill her through and through.
"There honey...," he muttered softly to her as he fingered her twin peaks into hillocks of erotic hard ness, " you like me doing this to you, don' you?"
This time there was no sign of resistance when he dropped his other hand to her nyloned knee and slid it slowly upwards under her dress. She was panting heavily and the higher his hand went up her thighs the more she opened them and welcomed the intrusion.
The hand reached the tops of her stockings and then on to the cool expanse of lush flesh. Up over the lovely bare flesh and then on to thin flimsy-textured silk his fingers roamed. Only her thin panties were between her body and his hand. He turned his palm upwards and cupped her boldly through the thin silky material. He pressed into her warm cunnylips firmly so that he could feel the puffed outline of them in his palm and she responded by jerking in spasmodic actioning against his lewd caressing pal. There was little doubt what the young wife on her honeymoon was in dire need of cock and the man who should be giving it to her was sound asleep on the bed in the adjoining room.
Grimaldo brought his lips away from her mouth:
"You going to undress for me?" he murmured softly to her, his mouth nibbling at her ear lobe.
She stood back from him. He saw her give a quick look through into the bedroom. Yes ... her husband was still safely in the land of Nod. She hoisted her dress up to her waist and up higher so that she was getting it over her head. Now she was wearing only a half slip, a brassiere, panties, girdle garter-belt, nylon stockings and her high heeled shoes.
She hesitated. Grimaldo gave her a smile that oozed charm. She gave him a half smile in return. She kicked off her shoes and pushed the half slip down from her waist. It passed the width of her hips and fluttered to her feet. She stepped out of it and kicked it aside. The bra which was already undone was displaced by a couple of shrugs of her shoulders.
When she started to unclip her garter-belt he stopped her:
"Leave your stocking on dear," he told her, "I like them on, I like women in sheer nylons and your stockings are really fine and make your legs look so beautiful."
With another worried glance through to that bed on which her husband lay she quickly slid her panties down, and as she stepped out of them Grimaldo came close to her.
"Now it's my turn to show you what I have for you," he smiled at her, as he pushed down his pants zipper and let his aroused penis spring and rear into view.
The young English honeymooner gazed in awe at the size of the brutish cock that was now revealed to her. It was the ugliest, thickest most grotesque looking penis she had ever imagined. She reached out a hand and held it loosely in her fingers.
"It's so large," she muttered, "it feels so heavy. My husband's is never as thick and heavy as this is," she went on.
She held him while he bent his face to her nipple and suckled at her, while his hands were busy between her thighs. Her thighs closed tightly about his wrist as he sent shivers of pure lust through her with the agile activities of his fingers well up inside her cunt. He dropped to a croucling position in front of her and pressed his mouth to her belly. She opened her legs and was sure he was going to kiss her right between her thighs, but now he was standing u pagain, right close in front of her, his knees bent; her hand which clasped his thick tool again was presented with the easy task of guiding it up her moist eager cunt.
Neither of them had noticed that Jim had rolled over on to his side in the bed and was now facing towards them. His eyes were open and he was watching his young bride having a standing up fuck with this unknown Italian stranger.
Jim Gregly knew it must be a dream, an erotic but horrid dream ... that couldn't really be his wife ... his bride of less than a week with her arms round the neck of that man, her hands clenched, her body swaying and bumping against the body of the man who was screwing her ... it couldn't really be his Linda ... it was a dream ... it had to be a dream!
His eyes closed again, his lids were so heavy, his head ached and he felt sick. It was the sound of his wife's voice, throaty and sexy, that made him open his eyes again. The dream was still there in the next room so close to him.
"Now! Now darling ... I'm there ... I'm ... coming ... now ... now ... do it now darling...."
It was the voice of Linda, he could not remember a dream where the voices had sounded so real. He fought to keep his eyes open, he lost the fight ... when he did come round again his lovely wife was snuggled up close beside him ... the light was out too. What a stupid dream he had ... and yet it had been so real!
If he had put his fingers well up into his wife's hairy tunnel of twat he would have felt something else that was real ... thick wet spunk that would not have got there from any wet dream he might have experienced. He would have known then it could have got there only by one means only ... his young wife had got herself fucked by another man on their honeymoon. Fortunately for her he firmly believed it had all been a dream and went back to sleep again thinking he would have a fine hang-over the next morning. And Grimaldo's sperm kept dribbling out of Linda's satisfied cuntlips all though the night....
CHAPTER VI
George Gregly had another full week to wait for the return of his son and wife from their honeymoon in Italy. He thought the days would never pass. He longed to get his cock between the lovely thighs of young Linda again, to find out from her in her own words what sort of lover his son was, and if she had enjoyed her honeymoon loving as much as the fucking he gave her.
She might be persuaded to tell her horny father-in-law about the hump she had with her husband, but it was unlikely she would divulge that she had been untrue to his son on their honeymoon, and with a complete stranger at that.
A few days before they were due back old George had a very pleasant, surprise. A few doors from his house lived a family amongst whom was a very pretty girl about sixteen. Being one of a large family the girl was seldom alone and, despite his attempts during the last few years, ever since she was about thirteen in fact, he had never able to get her alone to make a secret pass at her or to test her out to see if she would be petted by an old man like him.
His good fortune was the fact that he was coming down the road when he saw the girl, Jill, going in the opposite direction. She was not alone, she was with a dark robed nun whose ashen white face old Gregly at once recognized. It was Sister Theresa one of the characters of the district. It was rumored that she had been in a convent in her youth but that was a good many years ago. She now lived alone in a large rambling house and was never seen dressed in anything save the dark robes of the Order she had once belonged to.
There was something about her that very few people knew. She was a very highly sexed woman, a lesbian of the first order. Whether this trait had been developed while she was in a convent or whether her failure had been that she could not control her sexual whims and so had been forced to leave the Holy Order no one knew. Certainly old Gregly knew about her weakness and the sight of her going off towards her house with the young pretty sixteen year old Jill meant one thing to the evil minded George Gregly ... Sister Theresa was corrupting the young girl.
Later that day he called on the Sister. When confronted with his suspicions her behavior made it clear he was on the right track. She was very fond of Jill and was not able to deny she was gradually corrupting the girl.
The next day when Jill, who found the pleasure given her by this strange woman in nun's garb very welcome, was surprised to find old Gregly waiting for them in the rear room of the house when she and the Sister arrived. Jill did not know that the old man had threatened to expose the would-be nun if she did not procure the young girl for his own pleasure. So it was that pretty sixteen year old Jill found herself being kissed by the old man instead of as usual, by the nun.
The girl did not relish the kissing that she might expect from a man of the age of old Mr. Gregly. However she obediently followed the nun through into another small room where a square shaped low divan was set in the corner of the room, and where on the walls hung a large assortment of holy pictures in their golden frames.
"Now my child," the nun was speaking softly to her, "the time has come in your association with me when you must meet one of our patron saints. You are of an age now when the prayers of our Saint should be said in your sweet body, and you are indeed a very lucky girl that my friend here is able to provide that grace which I know you are more than ready to receive."
Jill hardly understood what the woman was suggesting or implying. She watched spellbound however when the nimble very white fingers of the nun began to undo all the buttons down the front of the grinning old man's trousers. The instant his massive erect tool reared out the nun made a grab for Jill's right hand and pulled it over so that the girl clasped the old fellow's throbbing prick.
"Here my child...," the ex-nun muttered, trying hard to conceal her own excitement at the prospect of debauching this girl, "now my child, you are holding our greatest good. This grace is most proper for a young girl like you...."
The excited woman took the girl's left hand and showed her how to reach inside the gaping trousers and cup the heavy balls that swung below the base of the thick shaft. Jill trembled as she felt the woman now move behind her and lift up her dress and underslip. Gregly was taking advantage of the in vitation. His hot hands were feeling all round the girl's thighs. The moment the woman eased Jill's panties down his large hand covered her moist little cunny completely. Jill gasped and shivered in excitement as she felt her pussy being frigged for the first time by a man. He was making her feel just as wonderful inside now as the sister did when they played their lesbian loving games together.
The youngster was sorry when his hand came from her heated and aroused cunny. But it was only so that she could be helped to undress down to nakedness and she saw that he was taking off his clothing as well. When both the girl and the elderly lecher were stark naked the woman eased the victim back to lay on the low divan. The naked man, like some impatient beast, was on top of her almost before she had made herself comfortable.
The fingers of the woman helped guide the fat throbbing shaft head to the moist cunt that awaited it. Jill's maiden head had been broken some weeks ago by one of the large selection of rubber imitation cocks that the woman used on her young girl victims, and so Gregly was able to spear right into her tight, pussy with one long steady firm lunge.
The watching ex-nun knew that this particular girl always came very quickly when she used a rubber cock in her. Now with the real live thing throbbing out its erotic message to her senses, it was no surprise that she had a violent come almost as soon as old Gregly stared to hump at her tender open young cuntlips.
The old man felt her come. He felt the wet warmth of her emission, he felt the tight cunt muscles gripping his dick even more securely.
"You lovely horny little darling! he said to her as he started to fuck at her with heavy thumping urgent strokes which made her almost insane with the sheer pleasure of this new wonderful sensation that spread all through her body.
It was a tired, but well satiated old George Gregly that watched the young well-fucked Jill being taken through to be well douched by the "nun" about twenty minutes later. He still hankered after his daughter-in-law Linda, but this sixteen year old had been the means of him releasing the fearful weight from his balls while he awaited the return of the honeymooners.
But it didn't stop him imagining what was going on between his son and Linda and he would lay awake at night thinking about it and giving himself an occasional masturbation but never letting his spunk come. He was saving it up for Linda, even though he wasn't sure whether she would go with him again now she had a husband all to herself. Somehow he thought she would fuck with him again ... her prick appetite had been pretty heavy he remembered and he had a feeling that his son didn't have quite the experience ... certainly he wasn't as experienced as he, George, was.
And so he waited ... and hoped that relief for his aching balls would soon be on its way in the form of his horny new daughter-in-law.
CHAPTER VII
It was their last day of the honeymoon; it had been a happy carefree holiday, Linda had enjoyed her humping with her bride groom and she had enjoyed oven more the quick illicit piece of prick she had that night when Jim passed out with the drink.
She had not seen Grimaldo since that night and now that Jim was off to the airport to make sure they had reserved seats and everything was in order for their return home, Linda moved from the hotel bar on the ground floor to the small basement bar and then finally to the rather scruffy little drinking house on the corner of the street. She hoped that luck might be with her and she would bump into Grimaldo just once before she left.
She did not see her lover of that enjoyable episode of the other night but she was aware that she had been followed from the basement bar of the hotel to this scruffy place by one of the local men. He was not as handsome or as athletic as Grimaldo and when he approached her and spoke it was evident he had not the charm or polish of his fellow Italian.
However, it was what he was saying and not how he said it which was interesting and exciting Linda.
"You looking for a bit of fun before you leave us?" he muttered, as he settled one thick arm about her waist.
"My husband ... my husband is...," she began to stammer, not too sure what she should do or say.
The grinning Italian stopped her short with a heavy kiss full on her mouth. When he lifted his lips from hers he said:
"I know your husband has gone to the airport. He will be away at least another hour or more."
He nodded towards a door at the back of the room, "I have a couple of friends in there. Come in there with me and we will give you the time of your life...."
Almost in a dream, she allowed herself to be propelled towards and through that door. At once two more excitedly chatting Italians seemed to be caressing her as the door was closed and she was alone in a small room with the three men. They were all chattering in their own tongue and laughing. She did not understand a word they said but the way they all kept bumping their bodies against her and rubbing themselves against her did not need any verbal interpretation-she was ashamed and excited at the way they were making her feel. The Italian who had brought her into this sin-room was kissing her again. His avid tongue took her breath away as he lathered it as far into her mouth towards her throat as he could get it.
She trembled as she felt other hands on her. Then her wrists were grabbed and her hands were pulled outwards. She well knew where they were guiding her hands ... to the cocks of the other two eager lecherous Italian lover boys.
The sound of zippers being undone, and then she felt the naked pulsating rods of stiff cock in each hand. She was holding their pricks while their friend kept on kissing her as lewdly as he could, with his tongue down her throat.
Linda felt her panties being tugged down and then a leg behind the backs of her calves caused her to tumble backwards. Eager hands guided her falling body to the oblong-shaped old fashioned sofa that was set along the centre of the room.
Her legs were being tugged open, the man who had persuaded her to come into the room was on top of her, his trousers open at the front, his rigid pulsing cock ready for her cunt.
"We are going to give you something to remember Italy by,' he gasped at her, "it's not the fortune of every bride to have the last day of her honeymoon spent with three strong Italian males, it is?"
She was not sure if the other two understood their friend. They did not pass any remark, and so far she had not heard them utter a word other than Italian. Not that she was given much time to ponder on the matter, for the man who had brought her in this room was no prodding his stiff dong well up into her aroused twat.
She closed her eyes to hide the sight of his ugly leering face right there in front of hers. But she nevertheless responded to her sensual awakening, and was writhing and tossing beneath him in the manner of a woman who is in need of the fucking she is getting.
Her belly flailed against his heaving thumping stomach and she was still heaving and tossing when she felt him send his burning creamy spurts of semen deep into her vagina. She opened her eyes as he climbed off her. She saw the next grinning Italian already heaving himself on top of her warm belly, his rigid cock taking the place vacated by the now limp spent penis of his friend. This was, of course, the first time ever that she had been screwed by two men in quick succession, and although she would have sworn she would have felt disgusted and horrified at such a thing she found herself responding like a wild animal. She clawed at the padded shoulders of the man's suit as he drove his quite large and very alive cock deep into her palpitating pussy.
Watching his friend have hump with this lovely horny English bride had excited her second lover so much that once her wet slippery cunt gripped his cock he was literally spurting into her twat on the first few strokes. When he lifted himself from her she was still heaving with her thighs well apart.
She writhed and groaned ... she wanted more ... more and more....
From outside came the sound of a gruff voice calling. She did not understand what the gruff voice said, but the man who had brought her to the room cursed and made for the door. The man who had not yet had the pleasure of her cunt was stuffing his erect prick back into his trousers and going towards the door with his friend.
The horny Linda was alone in the room with the man who had spunked so quickly into her nooky. She looked down at his limp, loosely hanging length of dong. She took it in her hands ... oh how she wished it was hard and strong again ... oh how she wanted to get real satisfaction from a prick ... any prick!
What rotten luck that the man who had not yet used her had been called away and not this man whose prick was spent. She toyed with the hot, slack-fleshed cock, as if drawn by a magnet. She was lowering her face to his loins while she held the prick and lovingly rubbed it against her cheek as it slowly hardened.
Her pink tongue lapped out and just lightly caressed the tip of the purple knob which was rising from the surrounding thick foreskin as the shaft hardened and throbbed again. With her thumb and finger she drew the foreskin down even more tautly and with her lips open wide she encompassed the growing head and kept her eyes closed while she clamped her lips to the shaft. She took as much of the throbbing hot maleness into her mouth as she could without chocking. She heard the Italian panting and swearing in his own tongue and knew she was giving him a supreme thrill.
When his hands came down and clawed at her hair and pressed her head down even more towards his loins she sensed that he was not going to release her until she had satisfied him this way. That had not been her intention. She had only allowed herself to perform this degrading act on him to get his prick alive again and so give her the gratification she needed between her own hot thighs.
He began to buck his hips, to roll and jerk. His hands gripped her hair with a firmer more solid grip. She knew he would not let her go ... not until ... she sucked harder ... she began to get the lust of the act in her veins ... she began to WANT to bring him off in her mouth.
She felt a shuddering tremor go through his rigid body. He was screaming out his Italian obscenities which she could not understand and yet had a very good idea what they were all about. She instinctively tried to lift her face from him when the first jabbing spurts of hot slithery fluid invaded her gullet. He held her in a grip like a vise. Not until she had sucked and gobbled his spunk to the final dregs did he lay back panting and release his cruel hold on her head.
Later that day when she sat in the plane beside her husband enjoying the meal that the air hostess had served for them, Linda, the new bride, could still taste the flavour of the unknown Italian's sperm in her pretty mouth.
Yes ... it had been a honeymoon no young bride would ever forget! She knew that back in England a licentious old father-in-law awaited her to provide her with plenty of extra-marital fuck just as the Italians had done at the hotel.
For a new bride Mrs. Linda Gregly was very experienced both in body and mind, to say nothing of her still-drooling twat.
CHAPTER VIII
George Gregly was round to see the returning bride and groom the first morning they were back. Jim did not have to go into work until the afternoon so he asked his father to stay to lunch. He left the old man reclining happily in an armchair while Linda showed him their honeymoon snapshots when he left for work. Ten minutes after he left the house his young wife was undoing the front of her father-in-law's trousers while the old man was feeling her tits down the front of her loose fitting frock.
"What time did you get back last night?" he asked her.
"We didn't get in till near midnight," she told him, "Jim got a taxi from the airport."
Old George smiled at her, "I expect you were too tired last night to ... ?"
She nodded, "Yes Pop, we were much too tired," ?he replied, "but I'm not tired now...."
She was gently and lovingly toying with his erect prick which she had jerked out of his open fly. He pushed her hand away:
"Let's do it right, my dear," he muttered, "It's only right that for your first hump after your honeymoon you should be on your own bed."
He followed her up the stairs and couldn't resist the temptation to slide his hands up under the back of her dress and caress her plump ass cheeks through her flimsy panties. She sighed with pleasure and stood still on the stairs a few steps from the top. He was standing on the flight a few steps down from her and it was simple for him to lift her dress at the back and lean forward to kiss the backs of her lovely thighs above her nylons.
His arms slide round her waist. His hands pressed in at her soft belly and caused her to bend and arch her ass back at his face. He twisted his face from side to side until he maneuvered his mouth under her panties.
She stood there swaying and sighing for a moment or so and then pushing his hands away from her she ran up the last few stairs and into her bedroom. The panting old man was right behind her. She was as hard up as he was horny-they were a good pair of sex loving incestuors!
Linda spread herself on her bed on her ass.
"Oh Pop, I'm glad Jim didn't screw me last night-it will make me enjoy you all the more. Dear Pop ... darling Pop ... OOORAAAHHHAA ... POP, EEEOOOWWW...."
He got her panties down and was frigging her very moist and open cunt as if his life depended on the energy he put into the operation. Her soft hand reached down to find his rearing dong. She moaned and writhed, the fingers in her twat were so much more demanding and more satisfying than the way those Italians had touched her, and this elderly man was so much more exciting to make love with than his son-even if the son was her rightful husband.
Old George saw his pretty daughter-in-law reach her first peak on his probing finger. He let her rest for a minute or two, just keeping up a gentle rubbing and massaging of her swollen clitoris without delving his fingers back into the sloppy hot depths of her horny hole.
He was a little surprised, but quite pleased, when she pushed him down on his back and started to straddle across him. So she wanted to ride on top of his cock for a change ... well he didn't mind ... in fact he rather liked the idea.
He put his hands behind his head and raised himself enough to be able to watch his pretty relation lowering herself toward his upright spear of hot throbbing dick. He saw her white nicely manicured fingers reaching between her spread thighs to clasp his great penis. Old George was a happy man, a very happy man. There is something very elating in watching the pretty wife of one's own son guiding your stiff cock into her lush cunt.
With every inch of his dick up her pussy she relaxed a little and looked down into his smiling face. An expression of utter understanding passed from her face to his. His body craved for vaginas of young women, her body craved for more dick than her husband was ever likely to give her ... it was the perfect match ... horny young bride not yet twenty ... sex-crazed old man in his sixties ... and to add sinful lust to the union, it was an act of incest as well.
PART TWO
CHAPTER I
For seven months it had been Paradise regained-if ever that state is possible on this earth. Len Dale had turned over a new leaf. Not only a new leaf but a new life had been started. Seven months ago he had met and fallen in love with the prettiest sweetest girl he had ever known. Five months ago, just a short eight weeks after he had met her, they had married.
It was fine that she was as much in love with him as he with her, for Jenny was not from the same class that Len mixed with. Jenny had spent her nineteen years with a family which had given her all the love possible but where the material things were in short supply. Her folk were far from being comfortably off and perhaps this was why she was attracted so much to the good looking Len Dale when he started to throw not only his charm, but money her way.
They had decided to get married quickly when the long illness her mother had been the victim of, at last took its toll. Her father as soon as he lost his wife, went to live with his other married daughter in the West country, and Jenny was left with the alternative of going with him or marrying the handsome Len, with whom she was very much in love.
She knew little about his past. Only on a few occasions when he refused point blank to even visit the West End of London for an afternoon did she suspect that anything might be wrong. She was to learn that her Len was mixed up in more than one shady deal amongst the vicious boys of the spot known as Soho. She was to learn that when he first met her he was on the run avoiding the vengeance of a particularly nasty piece of work a character known as Slamsy, who if not a very big leader in his part of the underworld, nevertheless controlled a lot of rackets and kept a team of strong persuaders to help him keep the peace his peace.
To avoid meeting up with any of the friends and foes of his mixed up life before he met Jenny, Len Dale was determined to keep out of trouble. That meant keeping out of the West End and Soho. He took an honest job locally in the suburb where he had found a nice flat, and for the five months after their marriage it was, as he put it, Paradise regained. But like the bad things in this life, the good things also have to come to an end.
The end, as far as the happy contented life that Jenny and Len were leading started to show itself one unfortunate day when a sharp-suited, sharp tongued individual called at the door of their flat. Bert Wilsher was his name. Not one of the Slamsy boys, but one Who flitted from gang to gang, and when he was calling on the flats in the block where Len lived it was not to sell brushes from the large case he was carrying but in fact to spy out the place for the empty flats where their occupants were at business during the day. Such information would be valuable to the small gang he was working with at the moment. Another visit to the empty flats would be planned later in the week, much to the misfortune of the absent owners.
It was unfortunate for Len that he had not gone to work on the morning that Wilsher called. Jenny was surprised when the door salesman was invited in. She was interested that this rather over-slick, over-dressed and over-bold man was an old friend of her husband. She was surprised that Len knew such people, but she would have been more than surprised, she would have been horrified and shocked had she known what lines the conversation was taking between Len and the old friend when she left them alone in the sitting room drinking the coffee she had made for them.
Bert Wilsher knew all about the scare Len had experienced when he had fallen out with Slamsy. It was no secret that Slamsy would pay well for information that would help him get his hands on Len Dale, and well the tricky Bert Wilsher knew this.
Len offered money. He made wild promises that even a man of the intelligence of Bert could divine were ridiculous. Len was desperate that his whereabouts were not disclosed to the vengeful Slamsy.
The wily Bert was not falling for such bribery.
"I'll be along this evening for a nice meal, and perhaps another little chat, Lenny boy," he smirked, "I'll bring a girl with me. No use having odd numbers, is there? You get that pretty wife of yours to cook us a decent meal-and perhaps we shall all be friends, eh?"
The sly undertone of that last remark with the emphasis on the world 'all' had not been very sweet music to the ears of Len. He knew so well the sort of man this Bert Wilsher was, he could imagine what type the girl would be that he brought along. He was not keen that Jenny should meet such types, not at all keen she should know also that he knew people like them and that he used to have them as his friends before he met. her and had tried to start again.
He knew Bert meant the threat that unless he stayed friendly he would not hesitate to get in touch with Slamsy ... and that would be the end of the happy marriage. Jenny would never want to know him once Slamsy had paid him a visit. Quite apart from what disfigurement might be inflicted upon him, it would be the verbal damage that the revealing of his past would achieve. Jenny would definitely finish with him he was sure of that ... there was nothing else to do at the moment except play along with Bert Wilsher.
Jenny was quite pleased that they were going to entertain that evening. She could have wished for better company than the sneaky smooth talking Bert but still it would be nice to have a friend of Len's visit them socially.
The woman that Bert brought with him was just what Len had imagined. A highly made-up, part-time prostitute, who flaunted her shapely figure to any man close enough to be interested.
Jenny took an instant dislike to her but she tried not to show it and risk upsetting her husband. Jenny was a good cook and she had prepared a very enjoyable meal. Afterwards Bert had brought out several bottles of gin and vodka from an attache case he had brought with him. He had guessed that Len and his new goody-goody bride were not drinkers and might not have any booze in the house.
After the fourth, and then the fifth well-laced cocktails which Bert mixed for them Jenny was certainly showing that she was not at all used to drinking. It was nearly midnight. It had been about half ten when Jenny had wondered what time their guests would be leaving. Now, many drinks later she was not caring when they left, or if they left ... she was happy, if befuddled and hazy, to be on the couch with her loving husband close to her, while across the room she saw that Bella was getting her dress felt under by the grinning, half tipsy Bert.
Len felt a strange bizarre sensation go through him when he saw the look of amazement on the face of his pretty wife as they watched Bert dragging up Bella's dress until all her legs were exposed. Jenny's jaw sagged as she watched Bella allow her man friend to feel actually under the hem of her panties. It was not as if they were husband and wife. It had been made quite clear that Bella was only a girl friend, she was not Bert's wife, or even intended wife.
Bert sagged down into an armchair, dragging Bella with him. She sprawled across his leg, one arm round his neck to help support her weight. She held a glass in her other hand and she seemed not the slightest bit taken aback by the lewd boldness of those questing hands under her panties.
The sight of that intimate petting was making Len feel very horny. He dragged his wife closer to him, making her move her wide-eyed gaze from the other couple to pay more attention to him. In a way, although that blatant petting a few yards from her had disgusted her, it had also given her a thrill, and Jenny welcomed the warm hand of her husband as he slid it up her leg under her frock. He was kissing her on the mouth now, using his tongue in a way that he knew always pleased her and made her feel more sexy.
Len pulled his wife harder against his body as he leaned towards her. This caused her to roll sideways on the couch and to be sort of balanced on one hip. This left her leg and one buttock elevated off the couch and it was this partly lifted leg that Len now began to fondle. Running his hand right up the warm nylon stockinged leg and on the smooth fleshiness of the naked thigh above the nylon top.
His hand did not stop to fondle her thigh for long. His eager fingers prised upwards to feel her up through her panties. The artful touching up had the effect of making her hot and horny. The drink had helped, but now it was the clever manipulation of her warm cunny through her silky panties that was making her squirm and feel the need for humping with her husband.
She did not like to have this feeling while there were others, in the same room, but her fuzziness and dizziness helped her to overcome the embarrassment that she would normally have experienced. She felt her husband lifting her dress higher so that more of her legs were clearly exposed. She was not aware of the eager lustful way Bert Wilsher's greedy eyes were watching every movement on that couch a few yards away from him. He watched through those evil eyes of his the way that Len was obliging by pulling the clothing up to show off his pretty wife. He got a thrill at watching those beautiful ass cheeks being felt and touched through the flimsy tight fitting silk panties she wore. The panties were pale lemon in colour and utterly flimsy to the point of being transparent.
Her husband's tongue was driving her wild in her excitement. The way he reamed out her open gasping mouth was always the sure way to make her get red hot nuts, and while he continued to heat her up he kept his hands busy feeling and clasping her lovely fleshy ass while Bert sat watching.
Len was able to look across at the couple in the armchair without taking his mouth off Jenny's. He saw the horny Bert silently mouthing the words to him:
"Take her panties down!"
He knew that Bert wanted to see Jenny's pussy in the most obscene and open exposure. Jenny trembled but did not try and stop her husband when she felt his fingers in the elastic waist of her panties. She was hot ... she let him ease her so that she rested her back on the back of the sofa. She felt him pulling her dress well up out of the way so that it did not tide any part of her legs or belly. She felt him easing her panties down and then, as if in a sudden bad nightmare ... she saw the face of a leering Bert Wilsher leaning from the armchair in which he sat. He was gazing avidly up between her thighs. He was looking at her most intimate jewel ... another man was looking at her cunt-and her husband was letting him do it!
Len could not explain the strange sexy thrill he experienced when he saw Jenny having her twat looked a so closely by another man. His belly went into knots, his penis began to shudder to a stiff erection that resembled an iron bar, and he knew he was getting some strange disgusting thrill out of the queer situation that was being forced on him.
He exchanged a knowing glance with Bert. Len well knew what this slimy individual wanted. Len was not at all sure he could carry it through, not that he was not secretly thrilled at the prospect of seeing Jenny fucking with another man, but he was not sure they had Jenny sufficiently hot and under the spell of the drink to make her a party to this swap.
He took a full glass of gin that Bella had handed to him and put it to Jenny's lips. He tilted her head so that she drunk the potent drink faster than she had ever consumed gin before. The way she shook her head, the way her eyes rolled and then closed, they knew she was now well under the spell of hazzy drunkeness.
Jenny almost passed out. She could not keep her eyes open. She felt dizzy, the room was spinning round. She sighed as she felt her husband kiss her lips, felt his hand, that loving hand, moving up her thighs above her nylons. Up ... up ... she sighed again, her thighs spread. She just did not care if that other man was in the same room, she wanted Len to touch her ... she wanted her husband to touch her in the most intimate and sensitive region, right on her clitoris.
She wished Len would get up and carry her through to the bedroom, but he was easing her down the couch, easing her gently, kissing her mouth, prizing and prodding her warm wet cunt with his fingers. She reached down and her hand found his stiff, rearing prick. Len wanted her as badly as she needed him, he wasn't caring about Bert and Bella either.
Len's prick seemed harder and thicker than it had ever been. She opened her eyes, she wanted to look at his face, the face of the man she loved, the face of the man who had given her so much happiness and pleasure. Her jaw dropped open and a cold chill gripped her cunt-she was not looking into the face of her husband, not into Len's handsome tanned face-but the ugly grinning face of Bert Wilsher was an inch from her own face! It had been him kissing her-it was his prick she was clasping!
He smiled when he saw the look on her face. She looked above his bent shoulders to where Len stood, white-faced and tense. But he did not make any move to interfere. Jenny felt Bert adjusting himself. She felt him maneuvering to get that great cock she clasped towards her hot yearning cunny.
"Len ... Len darling...." she tried to make her voice louder than the throaty gasp that come from her lips, "Len ... help me ... Len dearest ... don't let him ... please ... stop him Len ... don't let him fuck me ... chaaa ... Len ... darling ... Len!!"
But Len did not move to help her or to stop Bert Wilsher. Jenny had stopped sobbing and pleading. Instead she was breathing heavily and biting on her lower lip as the eager experienced fingers of Wilsher frigged her warm open cunt and clitoris and brought to her, despite her horror and shame, a feeling of sensual horniness that she was trying hard to control.
Her emotions were even harder to disguise when she felt him prodding that hot dome of his large cock into the open wet lips of her vagina. For the very first time in her life she experienced another cock other than her husbands inside her cunt. Bert was driving in her to the hilt of his stout rammer, he was beginning to thump against her ... to grind at her ... to fuck her, his balls slapped against her asscheeks.
Bert Wilsher was surprised how quickly this young violated wife was starting to reach her satisfaction. She was shuddering and beginning to jerk madly up against him. Her cunt thrust up at him, her body arched as she waited and secretly yearned for the pleasure of the flow of his hot sticky sperm.
He pumped at her pussy hard. He wanted to make this first time with another man a time she would never forget. He felt her rising to her peak ... she was going to have her come any moment ... any moment now ... he increased the speed and force of his rearing cock inside her. His convulsions started the moment she started to have her come. Len watched that heavy body on top of his wife jerking in spasmodic lunges ... he knew that hot spunk was being ejected into Jenny's womb. Her throbbing cunt had swallowed all this new cock, every drop of creamy semen had been taken by her vagina.
Len saw Wilsher collapse and lay along her body, the sperm mingling with her come juices in her flooded twat was beginning to drip from her cuntlips down her inner thighs. The sight was almost too much for Len to bear.
CHAPTER II
Through the following unhappy days Jenny tried to console herself with the thought that they had all been drunk, and Len must have been very drunk indeed to let another man do that to her. And yet at the back of her mind she had the nasty thought that Len had not been so anxious to stop this man fucking her as he should have been, even allowing for being drunk.
Her next shock came a few days later. Answering a knock on the flat front door soon after Len had gone off to business she found a hefty, obviously foreign man pushing his foot into the door opening the moment she released the catch.
"I'm a friend of your husband's dearie," he muttered, using brute force to get her to open the door wide enough for him to enter the flat, "I'm also a friend of Bert Wilsher...." he added and gave her a sly wink. His eyes seeming to roll all over her and undress her as he said it. He closed the door.
"How about getting a very good friend of your husband's a drink?" he leered.
She felt sick at the mention of that awful man Wilsher's name and yet a naughty tingle went through her twat at the same time. She turned to go through into the lounge where the drinks were kept. The big man moved behind her, following her, his large hand flat on her buttocks as she walked so that she could feel the heat of it through the very tight thin skirt she wore.
For an hour they drank. The man, "They call me Tiny," he told her, "Tiny the Greek, your men folk like to be funny. Call me Tiny and I'm so big!"
They drank and laughed and talked. Gradually the drink began to make Jenny hazy just as it had done that fateful night when the horny Wilsher had taken her. That was only a few nights ago ... it seemed like years ... she had not let Len touch her since then ... she had wanted hump badly though ... very badly ... but she could not bring herself to let him make love to her ... not yet ... but now she was feeling that age-old urge inside her again ... she knew what this big Greek was thinking ... she knew what he had probably come round to see her for.
They exchanged a series of playful remarks, suggestive remarks, and yet when he got up and came across to her she tried to stop him from getting her blouse undone. She tried to struggle to stop him from getting her bra open. The moment he got his thick lips to her exposed bared nipple however she stopped to enjoy the sensation and her struggling was very slight now.
While he sucked at the nipple of one breast his large hands mauled the other ripe tit so that she was filled with exciting tingling all down her belly from her breasts to her warm slightly, juicing cunny.
"You are going to be a good girl with Tiny the Greek, eh" he mumbled to her as he now got those huge hands of his to the waistband of her skirt. She did not move when he jabbed her skirt down to her knees and then lower still. She stepped out of it and allowed him to propel her towards the door of the bedroom while he was edging her panties down, exposing her hairy bush and moist cunt.
He kicked the bedroom door closed. Jenny stood there naked save for the nylons, garter belt and shoes. She trembled and gasped when the big man bent low to get his face right between her thighs. She felt excited and yet horrified and shocked when he got his mouth to her hot wet pussy lips.
Tiny the Greek was easing her down on the bed while keeping his mouth glued to her vagina, his tongue was sending her wild. It was doing to the inside of her cunt and clitoris what her husband did with his tongue inside her mouth when he kissed her to make her ready for a good hump session.
When the Greek got up she watched him taking off his suit and underthings. When he was naked except for his socks she saw that his penis was a huge affair, rearing firmly from a thick bed of jet black bush hair. He leaned over the bed where she lay, his hands made her legs open wider, she saw him gazing down at her quite blatantly exposed damp twat.
"You're beautiful honey...." he muttered, "our Lenny boy knew what he was picking when he got you set up as his wife. Good thing for him he decided to share you or he would have had his cock carved off him!"
His words frightened and shocked her. But she was not given time to ponder on their meaning as the heavy weight of the Greek was being borne by her belly as he climbed atop her. He was a large man, larger than her husband and larger than Bert Wilsher as well. He had manipulated quite a bit before his heavy penis thrust into her waiting wet cunthole.
He began to pound at her, but it was his words that still filled her mind ... 'good job he decided to share you...." what did it mean-share her? What could it mean ... did it mean that the episode when Wilsher had taken her was all planned ... was this visit from the big Greek all a part of an evil plan to have her pussy shared by men?
She felt afraid and sick. The big man on top of her was fucking in her cunt like mad but she was not responding at all ... she felt too upset ... too disgusted ... she did not even lift her arms to embrace him while he rammed it in and out.
Her lack of response spoiled it for the Greek. She did not enjoy the experience and could not get to the bathroom quick enough to douche herself the moment he raised his tired spent cock from her pussy a few minutes later.
That evening when Len returned from work he found the flat empty. His lovely wife had left him ... the lovely twat that he had been willing to share to save his own cock and balls was now no longer available even for his own pleasure.
Jenny had gone.
CHAPTER III
After her experiences with her husband and his friends it was not easy for Jenny to settle down without the strong hump urges she now felt being gratified. It was about a month after she left Len that the urge became too much for her to put up with.
She had taken a furnished room in a small boarding house in South London and had found a job in a local office. One evening after she had finished work she went into the restaurant for her evening meal and the way her twat was feeling would have made her an easy pick up for any presentable man.
It was the small dapper little Oriental owner of the restaurant that was to take advantage of her frustrated horniness. He was on friendly terms with her as she often came in for her meal after she left the office. She was both pleased and flattered when he invited her into his own private apartments above the restaurant for a drink after she had finished her meal.
The drinks were strong. She was well aware of the way this small olive-skinned man had looked at her ever since he had brought her to his own rooms. When he started to neck and pet her when he sat on the low couch beside her she knew her fears, if they were fears, were well-founded.
She let him open her blouse. She liked the warm privacy of his room and she could enjoy his fingers on her large tits without the fear of anyone seeing what they were doing. His small pudgy hands were rounding her breasts, feeling her titties through the thin material of the fabric of her bra.
The way he worked his palms in slow hard circular motions over the crown of her knockers sent thrills racing through her and she experienced for the first time since she had left her husband that wonderful sensation of her nipples enlarging and throbbing under the stimulation of a man's hand.
She felt wanton. . she felt that she just had to show this man that she eager to go the whole way if that was what he desired. She dropped her hand to the crotch of his silken suit. She cradled his swollen phallus through his pants and helped him get her blouse from her shoulders. The taut brassiere was the next to be unhooked and removed.
The hungry little Oriental got his thin lips to her nipple. He suckled her with grunts and snorts as if he were starving for a taste of nipple. She looked down at the top of his bobbing head. The crude noises his mouth made on her aroused nipples made her feel ashamed that she was part of this twosome. She was not really this kind of girl ... easy for a pick up ... easy for a lay ... that his yellow cock would be unappetizing.
He pushed her so that she lay on her ass along the divan. His hand grabbed her wrist and drew her hand down again to his stiff cock inside his trouser front. She felt disgusted, she thought of all the happy wonderful times she had made love with her husband. That was before Len had allowed his friend Wilsher to screw her ... then she thought of the big Greek ... she was opening the zipper front of this Oriental's fly ... her hand moved inside to caress the hard smooth throbbing cock.
He suddenly drew away from her, leaning back on his haunches on the divan, he muttered:
"Will the white flower do me the honour of taking off all her clothing for me?"
She was undecided, and then he was pulling her to her feet, helping her get her skirt down, his fingers were at her garters her nylons were being carefully rolled down her legs. She watched him taking off his own expensive suit. His underclothing was as immaculate as his silk suit and when he was naked his broad squat body seemed more muscular than when covered with clothes. His cock was very sturdy and the balls that swung beneath the base of the broad cock shaft were large and heavy looking, surely full of creamy sperm....
He waved his hand towards the divan again. She turned and climbed on it. He was right behind her all the while. She had a closer look at his prick now. It seemed far more curved than any penis she had yet seen. The purple head seemed to be already steaming with hot excitement and this lust was transferred to her as she looked at it.
Then she could see his prick no more for he was on top of her and driving it hard up between her thighs into her moist cuntlips that were meant just for such an insertion.
He started right away to hump at her with quick jabs with the hefty hard inward cunt charger being used now and again. He was panting heavily, like a dog humping a bitch she thought. Such a thought dismayed her, made her feel that sense of guilt and shame again. This feeling not only spoilt her climax but prevented her from having one at all.
Half an hour later she was dressed and outside again, frustrated and more unhappy than before she had let that restaurant owner persuade her to go to his private room. She almost collided with a short stocky red faced man as she passed the door of the saloon bar of the pub on the corner. He apologized and finished up by buying her a drink, and then another ... and yet another.
As she tried to drown her unhappiness in the drink, this obliging stranger was providing for her, she found herself wondering what sort of cock he had inside his trousers. A normal one like her husbands? A fatter one like Wilsher had had? Or a huge monstrous one such as the Oriental's?
Her latest friend, the drink buyer, was older than any of her previous fuckers. He was also well aware of the state to which he was making her reach in the road to horniness. He had noticed her wedding ring. He felt the time had come to find out more about it. He was not surprised to hear her tell him that she and her husband had parted.
With his arm about her waist and his face to her ear, he had murmured:
"You are in need of cock, love, aren't you, my dear? I can tell you young wives a mile off when you are neglected or living apart from your husbands. Shall I be your loving husband for the night, darling?"
Jenny shook her head. Now that this man was making it quite clear that he wanted to spend the night screwing her she was not all that keen.
"Come outside with me then," he went on, "if you can't come to bed with me then come round the back of the pub ... its nice and secluded round there...."
A moment or so later she was in a darkened corner of the yard at the back of the place. He was quickly feeling up her legs, making her squirm with pleasure, and writhe inside with shame. He yanked her dress well up so that he could get a good look at her legs. Suddenly he was diving his right hand upwards under her dress, up past the tighter bodice and waist and up high enough to cup her brassiered breast. Once he started to fondle her between the legs with one hand and on her aroused nipples with his other she began to lose her restraint. The old urge was back there. She was feeling inside his trousers, her hand was massaging his firm stump of throbbing cock flesh.
She felt down under his thick dong. His balls were heavy, he needed a woman, she was sure of that.
He would be a good humper for her, very good for her. She was pulling the foreskin back from the domed knob, her fingertips caressing lightly over the smoothness of his bared cock. She looked down, even in that poor light she could see that the head of his penis was very swollen. It was damp with pre-fuck too, and the way the shaft itself kept jerking she knew he would very quickly reach his orgasm.
He was leaning heavily against her, his hot face was close beside her face.
"Be a good girl and go down on it for me," he whispered. "French me lovie-go on."
Jenny dropped to a crouch in front of him. He felt the warm softness of her lips just lightly against his rearing tool head. He dropped his hands to clasp behind the back of her head. She looked up into his leering ugly face as he peered down at her in that dark corner of the pub yard and then she opened ;her mouth and he jerked forward so that about three inches sunk into the warm saliva filled cavity and her velvety tongue lapped against the sensitive ridge of flesh that formed the upper shoulder of his stiff dong-head.
He jerked forward again and then back an inch or so as she started to choke and try to shake her head. He did not want to spoil the treat in store by hurting her. Gradually she accepted more and more dick into her mouth as she sucked and allowed him to pull her face ever closer to his balls.
For several minutes he stood panting and enjoying her Frenching off his penis and then he gripped her hair and pulled her head away from him.
"Do you want me to fuck you or will you suck me off all the way dear?" he panted, "I'd like you to French me to the end if you will?"
For answer she was gobbling his prick hotly into her open mouth again. He was soon spurting down her throat and he thought at first she was going to vomit and even use her teeth on him, but she soon settled down to a steady gulping as he jetted down her throat and once she got used to the sticky wetness and the flavor she did not seem to mind him completing the act down her throat until he was fully spent to the very lost drop.
She took her time licking it all up the whole length of his prick and by this time he had recovered.
"Thank you, my love," he whispered, "now just let me suck you off in return, eh?"
She nodded and his hands went down to her juicing cunt. While she leaned back against the wall he rubbed her and poked his fingers up her vagina and tickled her clitoris until at last she was gasping with pleasure and lust and had a marvelous gorgeous come right in the corner of the pub yard just like the little whore she was fast becoming.
CHAPTER IV
Len Dale moved away from the flat where he had spent so many happy months with his new bride. He moved for various reasons. One, he did not like living with memories, two, he was sure that Wilsher would sooner or later tell Slamsy where he was and so collect the cash that had been offered for any information about Len Dale's movements. And thirdly because he wanted to be nearer his old haunts and gradually get back into the swing of villainy and perhaps make his peace eventually with the evil Slamsy.
He managed to get a furnished room in the Paddington area. He missed his Jenny very much. Both her happy light hearted company and her most desirable of cunts plus that physical charm she exuded.
He cast his eyes several times towards the landlady's young daughter. Peg her name was, a pretty girl who was no more than about sixteen but who tried to appear older and more grown up the use of make-up and the way she walked and talked to the men who lodged in her mother's house.
He half played with the idea of luring the girl to his room and trying to have a fuck-session with her. She would not take much persuading, he was sure of that. He was a good looking young man, he might even pretend to be dating her, lead her on a bit and then see how far she would let him go.
While he was contemplating some such hump action towards the young girl she Was already indulging in a little screwing adventure in the room immediately above Len's bed sitter. The room was occupied not by a good looking young man like Len Dale, but a middle-aged portly gentleman who for several weeks had been giving the girl, secretly of course, perfume, nylons and very pretty underthings. The fat gentleman was at this moment looking at the girl as she sat on a wooden chair just across from where he sat on the edge of his bed.
He had heard her mother go out for the morning's shopping and had called the girl to come and see him in his room. Peg had been only too pleased to oblige. Perhaps this kind man had some more nylons for her. She was in need of some new ones, and she had mentioned this to him only the previous evening.
The old fellow was glancing up her legs. He could see from where he sat on the bed edge well up her young white thighs, up high enough in fact to see she was wearing only a very thin, cheap pair of panties.
"You told me last evening you need some more stockings, my dear," he spoke kindly to her, leaning forward towards her.
She nodded, "Yes sir, I do need some more very badly just now."
He noticed her eyes had been feasting on the bulge at the front of his trousers which had grown there while he had been peering up her young legs. He grinned at her. She blushed when she saw he had noticed where she had been looking. He leaned across and patted her hand.
"I think I know something else beside nylons that you need very badly, my dear," he chuckled.
He got up from the bed and stepped closer across to her. His hand, a rather slender one despite him being a portly man, moved slowly to the front of her thin dress. She moved slightly, but not enough to show she wanted to resent him touching her. His hand closed over the swelling of her right breast. She didn't move or resist him. He put his other hand to her left breast and for several moments he blatantly toyed with her breasts through her dress and bra.
"Sit on the edge of the bed, dear," he murmured, coaxing her to make the short trip from the chair to the bed.
The moment she squatted on the bed he pushed her so that she fell back on her back across the bed. Her dress yanked up well above her knees and he saw the gleaming studs of her garters attached to the small wispy belt she wore. He gripped the leg nearest him just behind her knee and pulled it across so that he could rub her knee against the heavy bulge at his trouser front. He leered down at her face as she coloured up, but allowed him to continue to self-masturbate himself with her knee through his trousers.
He ran his hands up her legs, up high to the very top, up to those flimsy panties. He pushed her dress higher so that he could see where the very thin tight elastic in the waist of the panties cut into the soft white flesh of her belly. His finger massaged for several moments along the slim crotchpiece of the panties, making her squirm and breathe very heavily. Finding she did not resist and obviously was enjoying this very intimate petting, he started to roll those thin cotton panties down her hips and thighs.
When he got the panties down from under her plump little ass and down to her slim ankles and off, he parted her legs and gazed down at her young cunt. For a girl of her age she was very matured down there. Her twat was far more developed with thickish lips than he imagined any girl of sixteen had a right to be. She was well-juiced too. He had been most successful in his frigging through her panties ... the proof was the moisture that seeped from the twitching pink lips of that young cunny.
But now for the first time she was beginning to have misgivings. It was because of the look in his eyes as he stared down at her moist cunt. She flushed furiously and turned her head away and tried to close her legs.
"No...," she whispered, "you shouldn't be looking at me down there!"
"Don't be silly, my little sweetie," he said, smiling at her, "you've got the prettiest little cunt I ever saw-surely you like me admiring you?"
"Well yes ... but you shouldn't really be looking at me down there should you?" she said demurely, "I'm sure my mother wouldn't like it...."
"There are a lot things your mother wouldn't like which you do, my dear. What would she way to you being here in the first place, eh? And what about all those little presents I give you -I'm sure you haven't told her about them have you?"
She bit her lip.
"Er ... no. ... but ... her voice trailed off as he grabbed her ankles and lifted her feet in the air. This gave him an even better view of her nooky.
Holding her ankles in one hand he dived his other hand to her pussy from under her lifted asscheeks and frigged her slowly and carefully until she was jerking her belly and trying to wrench her legs free in order to move them in the actions of that hump-urge that was being awakened inside her. All protest was forgotten now, it seemed, as she writhed under his fingers.
He let her legs drop to the bed and opened his pants at last to release his huge rampant penis to her gaze. He lay forward and let the hot throbbing length of male cock lay along her belly.
"There Peg," he muttered, "how does that feel to you, eh?"
She appeared to be utterly flabbergasted by the sight of it. Her jaw dropped and her eyes bulged.
"Go on...," he urged, "touch it...."
She reached out gingerly and put one finger on the hot dick withdrawing it immediately as though she had been burnt. He took her hand and dragged her arm down so that she held his cock.
"You hold my prick, my little love," he told her, you're getting a big girl now-it's time you knew how to hold and play with a man's pecker!"
Her inexperienced fingering made his prick jerk and she nearly dropped it in surprise. The way her thumb had been rubbing over the sensitive knob and the way her small white fingers had encircled the shaft near the bulge of his ridge had made a sticky pre-fuck ooze come from the eye. He saw her looking down with apprehension at her sticky fingers from this little mild ejaculation of sperm.
"That won't hurt you, dearie," he told her, "it just shows how I like you touching me there, that's all," and he covered her hand with his own, drawing the foreskin over the end so that when he pulled it down again the drop had disappeared and the knob was now wet all over and glistening. He began kissing her ardently again, shoving his tongue hard down her throat; she kissed him back and soon he feet her own tongue enquiringly poking at his. He sucked it into his mouth gently and he was aware of her whole body responding against him as he continued to finger her cunt and clitoris and kiss her lasciviously at the same time.
After about ten minutes of this she was a quivering mass of excitement, all ready for whatever was coming next. He threw a leg over her and moved his body on top of her, his cock pressed flat between them beside his arm. Quickly he withdrew it and substituted the end of his prick for his hand in her cunt. She gasped at the suddenness of the touch of his hot rod against her virgin twat.
His lips were still fastened to hers and he did not dare to take them away yet. Instead he raised up his buttocks on her, got to his knees and grasped his prick with his hand to guide it into her slit. The hot rod probed at her cuntlips prying its way into the pink, pussy and came to rest at the entrance to her vagina. Still with his mouth clamped to hers he got himself ready to pierce her hymen. He grasped her firmly and tightly around each foreman, brought his knees closer together and then suddenly and unmercifully lunged his cock up into her cunt as for as it would go.
Her maidenhead broke easily and neatly, and with one thrust he was way up her. She let cut a shriek at the unexpected pain and he quickly covered her mouth with his hand in case any of the other lodgers heard her. He lifted his face from hers at last and whispered.
"I'm sorry about that, Peg, but it had to be done ... it won't hurt any more, I promise you ... just rest quietly for a minute and then I'll give you the greatest thrill you've ever had."
There were tears in her eyes but she was a brave girl and didn't complain. He ventured to remove his hand from her mouth but she didn't cry out again.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to hurt?" she asked petulantly.
"Because you probably wouldn't have let me do it ... but now its over and done with and you'll never have to go through it again, my dear. All girls have to suffer that cherry breakage just once, that's all, and a lot of them make a fuss beforehand. I thought if you didn't know you would be saved worrying about it."
He began to press his loins slowly down and his penis slid gently into her and come to rest at the mouth of her womb. She drew in her breath sharply and closed her eyes. Immediately he fastened his mouth on hers again laying full length on top of her his prick fully inserted. Gradually he began to feel the muscles of her cunt passage working on him in an inexperienced way as he excited her more and more by his ravaging kisses. His hands began to caress her body, cupping her lush breasts, stroking down from shoulder to asscheek.
Little by little she forgot the pain and enjoyed his lovemaking. Cleverly he was being as gentle as possible and the soothing caresses and exciting French kisses had their effect. She wound her arms around his neck and responded with mounting enthusiasm, her heart beating wildly and her eyes still tightly shut.
When he had worked her twat up to a good pitch he suddenly withdrew his prick and forced it back in savagely. If his mouth had not been covering hers she would have shrieked, not only with pain but with surprise. Ruthlessly and methodically he began to fuck her as she struggled beneath him, trying to dislodge his body and that spearing cock of his which seemed to penetrate right up her belly into the most inward private part of her body where nothing ought to reach.
But soon her struggles lessened as she began to feel a strange urge and a strange feeling of burning pleasure in her ravaged hole. They did not lessen completely but turned into a rhythmic response to his slow fucking movement. She pushed up into him as he thrust up into her pussy and she retreated her belly as he withdrew. It was an instinctive reaction over which she seemed to have no control and when he removed his mouth from hers she did not shriek and he smiled victoriously down into her bemused face with its screwed up eyes.
He paused and she opened her eyes questioningly quite obviously wanting him to continue. He had her now-she was his to do exactly what he wanted and what he wanted was to fuck her hard, because all this preliminary screwing around had excited him more than usual and after all he was not a young man with a young man's control.
In fact he was very nearly at the point of coming and it took a great effort to prevent it. He allowed the pause to continue another minute while he gathered himself together. She became impatient and started to wriggle her cunt provocatively beneath him and that did it. Before she knew where she was a savage beast was pumping in and out of her, growling with lust, his eyes flashing and glaring down at her. She was frightened by the transformation, but the glorious feeling he was giving her overcame her fear. She wrapped arms and legs around him and clung with all her strength to his heaving, bucking body as his prick, rammed in and out of her cunt at really tremendous speed for an old man.
She was gasping with delight and lack of breath as his pounding body thumped against hers at every stroke ... he even succeeded in going faster still as he reached his climax ... but by then she was herself engulfed in a most wonderful surging tumultuous response in her whole body. She could not control it as it swept over her and she became frantic beneath him shoving her small body up against his, biting, clawing gasping and whinnying as she had her very first explosive climax with a male prick inside her pussy.
As for him, he was lost in a fuck frenzy. She was the most luscious piece he had for a long time and her tight little vagina squeezed and sucked and drove him mad with excitement as he pumped his spunk deep into her teenage cunt. There was nothing like a young virgin if only you could encourage them to enjoy it and picked the girl with care he had not been wrong about Peg, she was a hot one alright, and he was pretty sure he had set himself up a lovely situation now with the landlady's daughter. She would be after his cock from now on to get more and more of it. He'd never seen a girl enjoy it more, even now when his last drop had been shot up her she was still writhing and sucking away at his shrinking prick, her head throw back and her mouth open and her eyes staring sightlessly as she reveled in her overwhelming orgasm.
It was some minutes before she recovered and was able to smile feebly up into his leering old face.
"Well?" he said, I promised you I'd give you a thrill-did you like it?"
"It's marvelous ... wonderful ... oh God ... I never felt like that before ... will it be like that every time?" she panted.
"Of course-so it was worth the pain eh?"
"It sure was!" she grinned back at him, "can we screw again in a little while?"
"No," he replied. "I heard your mother come back-you'd better go downstairs and pretend nothing has happened. Come on ... we mustn't let her get suspicious must we?"
She nodded as he climbed off her, his sperm dribbling cock a small and pitiful sight now. She looked at it regretfully as he tucked it away after wiping it on a tissue and wiping the goo and spunk from her cunt with another handful of tissues, "and don't forget to take those stockings I promised you ... there will be lots of little presents from now on, my dear. I always keep my little girls happy...."
She dressed, grabbed the stockings and ran off to her mother while he straightened the divan and plotted their future clandestine hump meetings in his room. Even though he was no longer a young man he would still have young cunt available.
PART THREE
CHAPTER I
The Fair was in full swing. Half of the people in Paris seemed to have turned up to enjoy themselves on this warm summer night. The booths were brightly lit with colored lights and the barkers shouted loudly above the noise of the carousel.
The crowd was a mixture of all nationalities and classes, rich and poor, happily brushing shoulders with each other. Here a crowd of men were eagerly looking at a pretty girl who tauntingly stood over a draft of air at one of the side shows, her skirts blow high round her waist showing two white rings of flesh between her stocking tops and her panties There a troupe of camels walked majestically through the crowd carrying on their backs several laughing and saucy girls, their legs showing up to their thighs. A strong tide of pleasure was washing over the entire scene and its ebb and flow was reflected in every woman's eye.
The entrance to the Scenic Railway was absolutely packed. One man in particular seemed most engrossed, his eager eyes roving over every young girl who entered and left the little carriages.
The Marquis de Rivero was about thirty, quite handsome, with a haughty look about him and a Savile Row suit. All the women were eying him, but at this moment he was only interested in one young girl. She was certainly worthy of his attention.
Quite young-fifteen or sixteen-rather small, but finely shaped, she had wonderfully expressive eyes with voluptuous thick brows. Her body seemed almost perfect with a firm rounded ass fit to be the plaything of a king.
After a while he seemed to come to a decision and stepped forward just in time to get a ticket at the same moment as the girl, and getting, into her carriage. He helped her to her seat and she thanked him with a smile and a conversation began.
"You seem to like the Railway," he remarked, "this is your tenth time round. I hope you don't think me too forward but I've so enjoyed watching your enthusiasm I couldn't help joining you. Why, your eyes are positively sparkling and I've noticed the shiver which goes through your whole body when the carriage stops. I think it gives you some special sensation, some intense pleasure-am I right?"
"Oh yes," she said merrily, "it does. I love the feeling when the carriage runs downhill so fast you think you'll be thrown overboard any minute. I just shut my eyes and feel something sort of painful and I want to wake up but I'd be sorry if did. It's the most marvelous sensation in the world!"
The carriages were all filled now and the little train was ready to move off. The Marquis edged nearer.
"This is the first time I've been on it," he said confidentially. "It's rather odd really because I've always been looking for new sensations. I seem to have missed out on this one. But I ought to introduce myself. Perhaps you know of me? I am the Marquis de Rivero."
Did she know of him! All Paris did! He was exceedingly rich and had married an American heiress who was still richer than himself. Everybody knew how happy he had been with his beautiful new wife, living in seclusion in a remote castle far from Paris and society. But there had been much wild talk about them since their return to Paris recently. Gossip said that the Marquis had many mistresses, whilst his wife often changed her lovers. Scandalous hump orgies were supposed to take place in the penthouse suite at the hotel where they now lived on the Avenue de Champs-Elysees.
But the girl did not seem frightened when she heard who he was. She merely answered quietly:
"Yes, I know who you are and I dare say I've seen your wife also. Does she buy her hats from Madame Barot?"
"Why yes-I've been there with her many times-why?"
She laughed: "Let me introduce myself also. I'm Yvette and I work at Barot's. Now I remember seeing you."
The little train was starting and they stopped talking. Yvette soon forgot about the Marquis in the excitement of the ride. Several times during the short journey round he turned his head and watched her bright face as she enjoyed the wonderful sensations she had described. She was a little groggy at the end, since this was her eleventh ride and the Marquis had no difficulty in persuading her to go with him to the Cafe nearby. There he got her talking about her life.
It appeared she was an orphan since the death of her mother three years ago, when Yvette was thirteen. She had never known her father for the simple reason her mother had been a prostitute. As a child she had been very unhappy and had often witnessed beastly scenes between her mother and the men she took home every night. It had, she declared, put her off falling in love with any man. She was a virgin and intended to remain pure. On the other hand she had inherited from her mother a strong impulse towards pleasure, a despotic fondness for all violent emotions which she enjoyed immensely. One of these the Marquis had seen her indulge in-the Scenic Railway. She was at present working at Barot's, who paid her very little and worked her very hard.
The girl had told her pitiful story with out affectation, simply and frankly, and the Marquis guessed she was just as strong and honest as she appeared to be. So he told her the story of his own married life as if he were talking to a grow-up woman. He told her of the splendid dream of love he had lived through with his wife in the old castle deep in wild French countryside. But they had become tired and satiated with humping only each other, finding they needed more than their mutual affection to enjoy life. He told her how they had tried everything to recover their lost happiness, even visits to certain special houses where money buys strange sex pleasure-all without effect.
They had tried inviting to their suite the most immoral of men and women in an attempt to revive their failing lusts by the sight of their visitor's debauchery. But had merely been disgusted and sickened by their orgies. Now they were trying something else and they had high hopes for its success as a fuck stimulant.
Looking at her earnestly he suggested she might like to try it for herself. He gave his word of honour that her virginity would not be violated and promised that if new strong body sensation was what she craved then this would provide it.
In spite of a natural suspicion. Yvette yielded, attracted by this wonderful promise. And she was somewhat reassured when he made an appointment for her to call on his wife the following afternoon and have a chat with her. He told her he was sure she would soon be convinced that they had found at last, the real way to happiness.
Yvette was very curious indeed. What the devil was the Marquis talking about? She was not without experience having witnessed so much fucking in her youth. She tried to guess while they sat there sipping coffee outside the Cafe. She whispered many saucy and alluring suggestions into the nobleman's ear but he shook his head every time, smiling enigmatically.
Eventually he rose and said he would take her home. At her alarmed expression he told her there was no need to be afraid as he had no intention whatsoever of taking advantage of her. So she accepted and Rivero ordered his chauffeur, waiting in his car nearby, to meet him at the exit of the Metro at North Station.
Yvettt immediately reminded him that she lived in Montmartre.
"All right," he said, "We will leave the Metro at North Station and finish the journey by car, alright?"
Yvette was somewhat surprised at the idea and began to think that the Underground might have something to do with these curious sensations she longed to know about. But he merely smiled once more and took her slender arm. The journey lasted only a quarter of an hour. He waited for everyone to leave the platform before he led the way down the deserted corridor. It was a very quiet station at all times and they met no one. Suddenly he stopped and guided her up a little side corridor then, before she knew what he was about he turned her round and tucked her head under his arm!
Yvette was utterly astonished and began to thrash her legs which made even more pleasant the spectacle he was revealing-for he had lifted up her skirts with his free hand! She did not cry out and he had a marvelous view of two rings of pink flesh between her stocking tops and her panties. The material was stretched tightly across her plump round asscheek which were drawn tightly together with fright and apprehension.
Rivero gazed with rising delight and then smacked her asscheeks hard half a dozen times with his open palm. At the first blows Yvette began to thrust her legs even more wildly, but this seemed to spur him on to even more smacks and eventually the victim kept perfectly quiet, offering herself willingly to the chastisement of her wriggling behind.
The sound of quick footsteps quickly put and end to this playful pastime and the Marquis put the girl back to rights again, pulled her skirt down and nonchalantly taking her arm walked decorously back to the corridor and continued their way out of the station, passing on the way a guard who had missed only by seconds a most entertaining spectacle.
Yvette couldn't make it out at all, but still she said nothing. She was greatly intrigued by his behavior and climbed into his car sitting silently beside him as it rode away. But when their eyes met a few moments later the Marquis could see she had enjoyed their little, ass spanking no end. They both ignored the incident as though it had never happened and when they arrived at her home he merely asked if she was still coming to their hotel the next day. Yvette said "yes" without hesitation.
CHAPTER II
The Marquise de Rivero was resting lazily on a sofa and the sadness in her heart was reflected in her large beautiful eyes. She looked weary but she was a beautiful woman, wealthy, healthy, full of life and vigour. The clock struck four and she got up and began pacing restlessly up and down the room. Her figure was bewitching and she moved like a goddess-one of those women whom men want to fuck as soon as they see them. Her filmy negligee out-lined the voluptuous curves of her body as she swished impatiently back and forth.
Her maid knocked gently on the door and told her that the Marquis would like to speak to her. He came in immediately and they kissed perfunctorily.
"Hello darling. What have you got in that mysterious looking parcel?"
"Ah-that is my secret. But I'll let you have a look."
She took the parcel and opened it on the bed. It contained two pretty birches tied With pink ribbons. two small whips, a riding crop and a thin leather sole-shaped thing like a shovel.
She looked at him, smiled and said warmly:
"Thank you darling. You don't know how eagerly I'm waiting to see this little girl of yours. She sounded quite delightful." She paused and continued thoughtfully.
"Henry, we have been frank with each other. We both fear that our Great Love might fade away if we cannot renew it with fresh emotions and sensations ... but do you really believe that this miracle will come from this experiment with little Yvette?"
"Yes," he said seriously, "Please try ... and have confidence in me. I think you will f.-nd a new interest in life. This girl is eager for some new physical happiness like she had yesterday at the fair. I'm pretty sure she will be delighted-and you excited-by what will happen. And darling, perhaps you will come back to me full of love and hump passion, just like in the old days ... please try, darling."
"I will. But are you sure she will come ... and even if she does why are you so sure she will submit?"
"I just know she will. I'm quite a good judge of women and she definitely has a passion for body sensation. Listen! There's the lift now-I'm sure of it!"
A moment later they heard the bell ring and the maid answer it. The little milliner's apprentice was shown into the magnificent lounge where the Marquis was awaiting her and thoughtfully playing with her husband's gift. The two women looked at each other. The difference between them was striking. The great lady fed up with fucking and the little working girl still pure in spite of her whore mother's example. The Marquise was tall and fair with wide blue eyes, while the girl was small and slender with a dark complexion and two sombre shinning eyes alive with a vivid interest in life.
Yvette was immediately conquered by so much beauty. She ran to the Marquise and laid her hand on her arm in a charming way which captivated her ladyship. They began to chatter like a couple of birds as friendly as if they had known each other for months. The Marquise questioned the girl about her adventure with the Marquis in the Underground and it was soon obvious the girl had thought about it a great deal since yesterday. She confessed to the great pleasure she felt under the blows and the strong hump sensation which she had discovered for the first time. She had guessed that this was the happiness to which the Marquis had referred.
Now the Marquise took one of the birches off the table, playing with it carelessly. There was no mistaking Yvette's immediate reaction. Her breath began to come more quickly and her eyes filled with a mute and tender expression as she gazed longingly at the great lady. Both were now very moved when the Marquise lay the girl across her knees and undid the long zipper the back of her dress. There was not the slightest protest. In fact Yvette immediately took her arms out of the dress and lay submissive as her briefs were gently removed. And now her white round treasure was revealed. Her asscheeks were beautifully moulded.
Yvette was impatience personified. She wanted the smacking to begin immediately, but the Marquise was in no hurry. She sat gazing with greedy eyes at the two marvelous cheeks, feasting her mind on the pleasures yet to come. It was only after several minutes during which Yvette wriggled her asshole invitingly that her ladyship raised her small hand and brought it down caressingly on the pure flesh of the young virgin. Slowly her blows came quicker and harder and under this treatment Yvette's ass soon turned red. But, in spite of the pain, the girl made no attempt to free herself, offering instead her ass further to the sweet chastisement.
Yvette's little corselette was getting in the way, so the Marquise stood her up and removed it, then she had her lay down on a sofa with a thick cushion under her. They were both getting very excited and ready for plenty of sport. The girl's swollen asscheeks were nicely displayed with the cushion under her stomach and the Marquise chose one of the birches and stood beside the sofa.
She pitilessly thrashed Yvette's nude ass until the birch disintegrated in her hand. Then she took a small whip and resumed, cleverly choosing the right places where the punishment would be most effective. Yvette was entranced by this sweet correction, sighing faintly and moving, her asshole up and down to offer her flesh to new and better blows.
The. Marquise stopped at least. Her face was glowing with pleasure and her eyes gleaming. She took Yvette in her arms, tenderly pressed her to her breasts and they sat whispering to each other on the sofa in warm loving tones.
"How happy you look, my dear," remarked the Marquise when she began to help tht girl to get dressed.
"And you too, my lady, look ... look at yourself...."
The great lady glanced into mirror and was gratified to see the change in herself.
"Oh Yvette it was so wonderful to feel you naked across my lap and see your cute behind moving and you sighing under my blows. Please ... you will come again ... say you will!"
"Oh yes ... definitely! I want to live it all over again ... it was absolutely divine. But next time will you perhaps let me whip you in return? It would be marvelous to see you enjoying my own punishment...."
"Would it? Well then I'll let you ... I want it too, right on my asscheeks, my dear child ... oh, so badly! But I'm going to make a condition. First of all you've got to bring me a new girl every day this coming week-a girl willing to be smacked and whipped on her ass by me. If you do this then my ass shall be yours on the sixth day. Is it a bargain?"
"Yes ... oh yes! I promise you I'll bring you a new nice victim every day!"
They chatted intimately about this little scheme. It was necessary for the Marquise to telephone Madame Barot to get leave of absence for the girl, but since her ladyship was such a good customer, there was no difficulty. In fact the shop sounded honoured she should take an interest in one of their humble employees. And then Yvette thought it might be necessary for her to have her husband's help to which the lady replied that he would be most willing to do anything which would make her happy. And so it was all arranged.
CHAPTER III
Yvette resumed work the following morning at half past eight. She sat beside a fat girl, rather simple minded, who was always the butt of the workroom manageress, Miss Alice.
The latter was hated heartily by all the girls at Barot's. She was proud and cruel to them all. Her beauty attracted many men but her nasty temper kept away those who might like to be her humpers. In fact she seemed made to master men, rather than be fucked by them. The girls whispered amongst themselves that Miss Alice was keeping her cherry for a rich American or a nobleman.
Her strong will and ambition had taken her far and she was quite somebody at Barot's. They all wondered if she would eventually become a director, or would she find the man to give her his heart and his money in return for her unsullied pussy?
When Miss Alice left the room, Chouchoute, as the fat girl was called, sighed with relief and leaned towards Yvette for a friendly chat. The girl was a good tempered creature, a country lass who had only come to Paris a few months ago, and her ignorance was a perpetual joke amongst the other girls. Being rather clumsy she was very slow and Miss Alice took it out her in a most unkind way so that Chouchoute heartily hated the manageress, as well as all the others who made fun of her.
Yvette was the only one who showed her any kindness and in return the poor fat girl of sixteen had grown to love her as a faithful dog worships his master. They used to take their breaks together, leaving the premises arm in arm, deep in animated conversation. There was a lot of whispering about this strange friendship, but none of the girls dared to speak openly for fear of Yvette who was well able to take care of herself.
Yvette was thinking of her simple-minded little friend as her first victim....
The two girls went to lunch at twelve o'clock and Yvette lost no time in getting to work on her friend. All during the meal she talked, cleverly taking advantage of the girl's hatred for Miss Alice. She told the credulous girl that she had thought up a marvelous plot to subject the cruel manageress to the kind of humiliating treatment naughty girls get at school-a good and sound thrashing on her bare ass with a birch! Chouchoute was quite thrilled at the idea and excited when she heai d that it was all fixed to happen the following Friday. She pleaded eagerly to be present when it happened and Yvette said she might on one condition. She was to come with Yvette to the hotel suite of a great lady where all the details were to be discussed that very afternoon at five. Chouchoute immediately promised to go. She would go anywhere with Yvette whom she trusted absolutely and without reservation.
They went back to work and Yvette easily man aged to get permission for them both to leave at four o'clock, which impressed the country girl immensely.
Yvette had mentioned a 'test' to Chouchoute and the poor girl tried to guess what it could possibly be all the way to the hotel. What could a Marquise possible want with her? She was even more impressed by the opulent hotel and followed her friend meekly into the lift up to the penthouse floor.
Yvette was very surprised to find the suite door open and no maid to receive them or announce them. She sat down on a sofa in the hall, holding Chouchoute's hand and waited. A few minutes later the maid came out of her mistress's boudoir. She was red in the face and somewhat disheveled and seemed unable to meet Yvette's gaze without blushing even more. No wonder-little Marie had just been flogged like a child on her bare ass!
It had happened like this. By three o'clock that afternoon the Marquise was already impatient, waiting for the two girls. She walked up and down, fiddled with her birches, and eventually rang the bell. The maid immediately responded. No-nobody had arrived yet. The Marquise was in a frightful temper and soon picked fault with poor Marie over a triviality. Marie was a pretty girl about twenty, full of life. She had a milky white skin, reddish brown hair and green eyes., bright and saucy. She was also somewhat greedy and a little mean and had only one thought in her head most of the time how to get more money so she could marry the Marquis's footman and buy a boarding house.
The Marquise grabbed a whip from a side table and said to her maid:
"Marie-I'll give you 20,000 francs."
The girl was astonished. She replied politely:
"What does your ladyship want me to do for that?"
Marie was no fool. She knew how to listen at door and see through keyholes. She had witnessed the scene between her mistress and the little milliner's apprentice and she already guessed what was wanted of her, nor was she afraid.
"You have only to let me smack your naughty asscheeks as if you were a child! Then the money will be yours."
The Marquise was holding up the tempting notes before her eyes and Marie immediately agreed but asked that she should not be smacked too hard on her tender asscheeks.
"Oh no!" said the Marquise, "there are no clauses in our bargain. I intended giving you a real sound smacking. Well, do you want the money or not?"
Marie submitted. She was told to kneel on an armchair and pull up her skirt behind. With trembling fingers she revealed the tops of her nylon stockings and a very fetching pair of frilly panties. For once the lady acted as a maid, pulling the panties down over her buttocks and down her legs and then drawing the girl's slip up under her arms, uncovering a lush ass and a pair of full white breasts. Marie's flesh was so soft and fresh, that her mistress could not help stroking it now and again with her long aristocratic hands.
The first blows were mild as though intended for a child's ass and Marie thought she would have little pain for her money. But she soon changed her mind when the Marquise changed to a whip and began to flog her severely. It lasted a full five minutes and was almost more than the girl to bear. She tried to escape but her mistress told her she wouldn't get the money unless she stayed longer so she quickly submitted, offering once more her now painful asscheeks.
The punishment went on too long however, and she soon began to cry out as the whip fell vigorously on her poor trembling reddened buttocks. However, the Marquise had now quieted her nerves a little and she took pity on the poor greedy maid and stopped the beating. She even offered the girl another 1,000 francs for her trouble and was gratified to see the girl bore her no grudge but took the money eagerly and lifted loving eyes to her before she left the room.
It was at this point that Marie encountered the other two girls in the hall. She went back into the boudoir and announced their arrival, to be told that her mistress must on no account be disturbed during this visit.
Yvette greeted her ladyship warmly and received a loving kiss, much to the amazement of Chouchoute who was also delighted to discover she also was most welcome and appreciated.
"What a charming friend you have, Yvette. Come over here my dear and sit beside me on the sofa."
Shyly the little country girl approached the grand lady in her lavish and expensive negligee, all swans down and clouds of filmy nylon. But she still couldn't understand what she was doing here....
"Does she know why she is here?" asked the Marquise, glancing at Yvette.
"No," she replied. "I thought you would like to tell her yourself. Anyhow Chouchoute will do anything I ask her, won't you Chouchoute?"
"Of course," said the little milliner's apprentice shyly and faithfully, so trustful was she.
"O.K. Well, come over here," Yvette asked her friend and made a sign to the Marquise who immediately picked up one of her small whips from the table. Yvette, without a word of explanation to her friend, bent her over her lap and pulled up her clothes!
The Marquise stood transfixed, motionless and speechless. For there revealed before her was a priceless ass, a fresh, honest pair of asscheeks as appetizing as a loaf the adorned and perfumed assholes she had met recently. Round and fleshy and plump it was full of life, strength.
She felt ashamed to use a whip on such a gorgeous ass. She could only do justice to such a lovely behind with her bare hands. She threw the whip away and attacked her task with enthusiasm watching with delight as the cheeks contracted delicately and reddened with the surprise of the assault. Chouchoute, far from trying to get out of reach, spread herself out on Yvette's knee, offering her buttocks, thighs, and asshole to the sweet blow, while her friend was as charmed as the Marquise at the wonderful sight of her twitching rear.
The blows fell now faster and harder, their noise filling the boudoir with a silvery and charming music. In spite of the severity of the punishment the girl remained quiet, willing and submissive. When Marquise had no strength left to smack any more her victim seemed to be still waiting, her ass reddened and nude. The lady called her and putting her arms around the young slim body hugged her and putting her arms around the young slim body hugged her and kissed her for several minutes.
Madame de Riviero was utterly satisfied and replete with the fresh ass pleasure Yvette had provided and when the two girls crept out a few minutes later she was laying dozing on the sofa, still under the spell of her exquisite experience.
CHAPTER IV
Yvette took her friend home. As they passed Barot's they caught a glimpse of the Marquis de Riviero sitting discreetly well back in a corner of his chauffer driven car which was parked in a side street near the staff entrance. When Miss Alice appeared the chauffer started the car and slowly followed her tall commanding figure. Yvette smiled to herself. The plot was thickening! She remarked to Chouchoute that she must get ready for her revenge on the manageress's asscheeks on Friday next.
Curious, she asked her friend whether she was angry with her for leading her into a thrashing. She was not very surprised at the answer:
"Oh no! It wasn't painful at all-in fact it was wonderful to be smacked bare-ass such a grand lady, and so beautiful too. Fancy me ever meeting someone like that ... if she wants to do it to me again I don't mind at all, it would be an honour."
"That's really kind of you Chouchoute, but I don't think the Marquise will be wanting your behind for a little while. We'll see, later on."
When she had said goodbye Yvette began thinking of the other girls she had yet to provide for her new friend. Of course she was pretty sure of Alice, but she had no idea where she would find the others. Before she left the Marquise had said:
"You will come again tomorrow with another girl, won't you" And she had promised to bring one with a lovely pair of buttocks.
As she let herself into her apartment house a young girl came running smiling towards her. It was Ernestine, the concierge's daughter. She was only twelve and had left her skipping rope lying in the hall just in front of the door.
"Why hello Yvette, you're home early from work, aren't you. Can I come up to your room? You promised to show me how to put a new ribbon on my Sunday hat, it's ever so shabby and Mummy's no good at doing things like that."
"Of course, Titine, come on up with me." The little girl ran excitedly into her own flat to fetch the hat and the ribbon and ran up the stairs two at a time after Yvette, who lived on the fifth floor.
The milliner's apprentice sat down at the table with the little girl and showed her how to arrange the ribbon in a pretty many-ended bow at the back of her hat and there was enough ribbon left to bind the rather frayed brim. Titine was delighted and full of admiration for Ma'amselle Yvette's skilful fingers.
"Oh how I envy you," she sighed, "it must be lovely to sit making hats all day instead of being a prisoner at school with those awful nuns."
"But Titine, your schooldays should be the happiest ones of your life. Believe me, my dear, you are far more at liberty than I am and you'll soon find out when you leave school."
"Well I hate it there, the Sisters are always made out to be good and kind hearted but they're not. You wouldn't believe how they treated me today."
"What did they do?" asked Yvette, immediately interested and all ears.
"I'll tell you because you're so nice to me, but you must promise not to let my mummy know I've told you, she would give me a good hiding."
Yvette agreed, full of curiosity, her quick fingers working nimbly on the ribbon as she listened.
"You see we've had a new teacher recently. She's the prettiest nun I've ever seen. The girl's say she had an unhappy love affair and took the veil. Anyhow she's not very good at keeping us in order and she had to complain to the Headmistress that we were fooling around. One of the prefects heard what the Headmistress told her. She said: My dear Sister, you must be firm with them. If they don't obey you from now on you must take them to the dark room-and I can guarantee they'll behave themselves after that!'.
"We had never heard of the dark room before and nor had the prefect. It sounded very mysterious and for a while none of us dared to be naughty enough to be sent there. But Yvonne and I kept wondering what it was and in the end we decided to find out and told the rest of the class what we were going to do.
"During the next lesson we tried all we could to annoy Sister Mellicent. We talked and played enough to annoy most people but she is the most patient person you ever met and the only thing she did was plead with us to stop. So we had to think of something else. Now there is one thing that is absolutely forbidden at our school. Two girls must never to together into the same lavatory. I'm sure I don't know why (and she gave Yvette a saucy look) anyhow we arranged it that Sister Mellicent should see Yvonne and I coming out the same door-and that was it! She was really angry now and dragged us down the corridor without a word.
She hauled us off to a part of the convent we ha( never been in before and I don't mind telling you I felt quite terrified and wished we hadn't done it Yvonne went in first. I tried looking through the keyhole but I couldn't see a thing, I think it was stuffed up. She was in there ten whole minutes and I couldn't hear a sound at the door.
"When she came out her face was bright red and she walked straight past me without looking as though she was ashamed. I couldn't understand it at all. Sister Mellicent took me by the arm and pushed me in. It was completely dark inside, I couldn't even see the teacher. Suddenly somebody seized my wrists and bound them together with a rope! I screamed when my legs were grabbed and tied also and I nearly felt down but somebody put an arm round me and forced my head down so that I had to bend from the waist and I discovered I was leaning over somebody's lap and quite unable to move. That's when I started to cry but I heard the Sister's voice say quietly: "It's useless making a noise, Ernestine, nobody can hear you in here."
"And then she lifted up by gym slips and took down my panties. She pulled up my slip too and I could feel the cold air on my bare bottom. I knew what was going to happen to me now-I was going to get a smacking as though I were a small girl. There was nothing I could do about it so I just waited, and when she started I couldn't understand why the thing she was hitting me with was so soft It felt as though I were being beaten with grass. Naturally I was pleased, but not for very long.
All of a sudden it began to hurt as if thousands of needles had been pushed deep into my skin. It was awful. My ass was on fire and I screamed and shouted.
"It seemed to go on for ever I suppose it was only a few minutes. Anyhow she stopped and then I felt what appeared to be a wet sponge being passed over my pore sore buttocks and it eased the pain a little. I was untied by invisible hands and my panties were drawn up again. The next thing I knew I had been thrust out into the corridor and I ran for all I was worth into the playground.
"When I got there Yvonne was surrounded by a crowd of girls and she called out to me 'don't tell them anything', so I didn't and we went for a wall alone together in the school garden. We compared notes and Yvonne had been punished exactly the same as I had been. We consoled each other in our painful misery as best we would. Anyhow I went to Yvonne's house after school because we often do our homework together and as soon as her mother was out of the way she whipped down her school panties and asked me to look at her ass. It was only then we understood why such a soft feeling beating had been so painful.
"We had been beaten with nettles! She was covered with little blisters and her poor ass was swollen, red and spotted with white patches, dreadful sight-and my asscheeks were the same she said when she looked at them. I still feel the pain dreadfully-in fact I had something added to it because Yvonne was very naughty and gave me a few smacks when I bent over to show her my raw backside. I'll pay her back tomorrow for that on her own saucy asshole!"
Yvette had listened to this interesting tale with a particular gleam which told quite a lot. To make growing curiosity. There was no doubt the girl had been excited by her experience. Her eyes shone with sure, Yvette sympathized and pitied the schoolgirl and told her she had a very expensive cream which would soothe her painful asscheeks in no time. Without prompting Yvonne yanked down her panties and presented her buttocks and for the next ten minutes they both enjoyed themselves while Yvette rubbed in the soothing cream and Yvonne squirmed in evident enjoyment of the contact-and the pain! There was no doubt about it and, of course Yvette was delighted at the amount of perversity she had so unexpectedly discovered. She had no difficulty in persuading the girl to come and see a grand lady at a big posh hotel the very next day.
CHAPTER V
Ernestine had spent so much time in Yvette's room telling her story and having the cream rubbed in her asscheeks that she did not have time to do her homework that night. When she met her friend Yvonne they both enquired about the state of each other's behinds and sympathized with each other.
Yvonne confessed that her ass was still very sore, but she had such beautiful dreams all night! She poured them out in Ernestine's ear ... but all Ernestine could think about was the fact that she hadn't done her homework.
"Well why don't you go straight to Sister Mellicent and tell her so. She'll like that much better than when she finds out for herself."
They agreed this was quite a good idea and so Titine went to see the cruel teacher who smiled quite kindly when she saw her victim.
"Yes, Ernestine?" she asked mildly.
"Sister ... I'm terribly sorry I haven't done my homework ... I didn't have time. Please, don't keep me in after school." The girl was most anxious she shouldn't miss her appointment to see a Marquise.
"So now you are lazy as well," replied the teacher, "or were you ill perhaps?"
Titine immediately saw this might be a good excuse so she followed it up.
"Yes Sister. When I got home I was in a terrible state in fact you had smacked behind so badly that I hardly got any sleep at all although I went to bed straight after tea," she said very pathetically, "Please, sister don't keep me in after school."
"I don't want to keep you in at all, you silly girl. But you must be punished ... shall we make it another smacking?"
Titine sighed in relief. She didn't mind in the least having another smacked behind. She had also noticed the Sister's subdued excitement at the prospect of renewed pleasure, and so she said slyly:
"Oh Sister must you punish me again on my poor little ass? I suppose you must and I'd prefer it to being kept in because then Mummy doesn't know I've been punished. But do we have to go into that dreadful dark room. Sister?" and she gazed pathetically up at the teacher with crocodile tears in her eyes.
Sister Mellicent was really moved by the tears and so she agreed to punish the child in the class room.
Titine was very nervous and impatient waiting for the time when she would be left alone with her pretty teacher. At last it was the break period and they all went outside leaving her alone with Sister Mellicent who immediately dragged her over to her desk.
"Come on, she said, I'll get started on your punishment straight away. But you must not make a fuss, the head mistress is busy in the next room."
Titine understood that nobody was to know any thing about this new chastisement and smiled to herself. The sister drew her across her robed lap and pulled up her gymslip at the back revealing her tight little briefs. The girl saw the expression on the nun's face before she bent over and was astonished to see how extremely excited the teacher was. Even when she could no longer see her face she could feel her trembling fingers conveying her passionate interest in the tightly covered behind which was now before her eyes.
The schoolgirl could not know the struggle which was going on in Sister Mellicent's soul between the devil who tickled her curiosity and her conscience which told her not to indulge in such bad pleasure. Regrettably the devil got the better of her and the nun grabbed the tight panties and pulled them down violently, pushing up the girl's slip as well to show at last the bare delicious bottom. Titine plainly felt the intense emotion which ran wildly through the teacher's body, the rounded thighs under her were trembling and shaking with the intensity of her feeling. The naughty girl lifted up her naked buttocks and flexed her ass cheeks just to tease her even more.
Sister Mellicent began smack Titine noiselessly with her hand. But she soon felt this was too harmless and seized a broad ruler from her desk with which she set about her victim with a will, bringing her blows home on the most tender spots and soon producing a reddening reaction on Titine's white asscheeks.
"Oh no ... no...." she cried, "don't smack me as hard as all that ... no ... no ... I promise to be a good girl ... please!"
But the nun took not the slightest notice even though the girl was writhing her buttocks vigorously and thrashing her legs wildly. The nun was alternately striking the nervous thighs which bucked and squirmed on her lap. It wasn't until she was exhausted and nearly senseless with passion that at last she stopped. By this time 'Titine was full of resentment at this treatment and she determined to get her revenge on her cruel teacher there and then, whatever the consequences.
She seized the sister by the wrists and pulled her unresisting body off the chair, sitting down in it herself. The nun was dazed by her experience and became as obedient as though she were a pupil herself, even though she was forced to a kneeling position with her head between the girl's knees. Titine pulled up her mistress's black robe, then her petticoat and finally revealed a pair of plain white cotton panties. She managed to pull these down reaching over the nun. The small tyrant was quite determined to have her own way and when she discovered she couldn't quite get, at the nun's bottom she jumped over her head onto her back and rode her, flourishing the ruler which the nun had used so effectively on her a few seconds ago.
There was no time to be lost as the bell might ring and the other girls come back from break any minute now, and it was still essential to avoid all noise that might attract attention to the highly interesting scene which was taking place in this classroom.
She brought the ruler down with all her strength across the delicate buttocks of the nun and soon the pale flesh bore a series of bright red stripes and Sister Mellicent began to grunt quietly as each blow fell, shudders going through her body with the force that Titine was daring to use on her teacher.
Regretfully Titine had to stop after a dozen vigorous blows. She jumped down from her perch on the panting nun and ran to put on her school panties, while the poor Sister groped around for her own and managed to pull them on with difficulty. When they were dressed she stood in front of the sister and said sternly:
"Come and ask me for mercy-then I will give you a kiss!"
The sister ob-eyed without a word, squeezing the child against her heaving breast while her pupil kissed her passionately on the cheek and neck and once upon mouth. Then they went out into the playground just as the bell sounded for the end of the break.
But the nun was too upset to continue teaching that day. She exchanged bashful glances with Titine, which told the girl plainly she wished to be alone with her conscience-and her tokens of love! Then she excused herself and called another nun to take her place. Ernestine was already thinking about her appointment with the Marquise, which she now knew she would be able to keep.
CHAPTER VI
"Yes, darling," said the Marquis to his wife, have done exactly what little Yvette told me to do I think everything will be alright."
And he sat down on the sofa beside the Marquise who was looking exceedingly anxious.
"But Henri, will you have enough time before Friday to make this girl your mistress? These girls can act very coy sometimes. You know I always keep my word and I've promised Yvette faithfully that if she brings me five girls willing to be whippet then I will let her whip me herself on the sixth day. I must not let her down, and besides I'm looking forward to it. But today is Wednesday and I'm beginning to get worried about your part in it ... '
"Now, now, my dear, everything will be alright I promise you. I can manage Alice without any trouble and I feel sure our Yvette will keep her side of the bargain. There is no doubt you will have to take your punishment on Sunday next ... after a week of the most delicious young girls ... and then you will be mine again, thoroughly mine-won't you?"
"Of course, my dear. I shall do everything I can to see it all goes without a hitch. Darling, I do hope it will regenerate our love for each other, because ever since we discovered the wonderful experience of flagellation I've felt a new sexual vigour and lust moving inside me ... it's wonderful...."
She gave a little chuckle: "Good gracious here we are chatting away and look at the time-it's nearly four o'clock. Whatever would I do if Yvette came early ... I'd have to turn out my poor dear husband from his own wife's boudoir! When you go darling, please tell the maid to come in, will you?"
The Marquis stooped to kiss his wife and left the room. The maid came into the room almost immediately.
"Marie ... get the birches and whip ready ... quick ... where did you hide them yesterday?"
The maid soon discovered them and laid them out on the table, blushing as she remembered the previous day. The thrashing she had received had been severe but she was quite ready to endure it again for the sake of money. Unfortunately the Marquise showed no sigh of wanting to use them on her, but ordered her to show the visitors is as soon as they arrived and dismissed her.
When she was alone she took up a book and began to read with concentration in an endeavor to pass the time. She succeeded because she suddenly looked up later and discovered it was already five o'clock. She got up impatiently and let the coat of her negligee fall to the ground revealing the charming sight of her naked body through the filmy nightgown underneath. Her two white breasts with their thrusting nipples firmly erect told her of mounting excitement.
She poked her finger into the side of the curtains and looked out the window but there was no sign of the two girls' arrival. She felt suddenly convinced that she would never see Yvette again, let alone another girl, or even another three girls after that. She felt robbed of all the delicate sensations she had expected to feel and paced the room once more in a fever of disappointment.
She went into the bathroom and, slipping her nightdress to the floor, stepped daintily into the shower, turning on the cold tap to quieten her painfully frayed nerves. But it was no good, she was still longing to feel a young girl's body across her lap and she ached to think that she was also going to miss the exquisite pleasure of a vigorous ass-smacking from the milliner's apprentice on Sunday.
The time passed interminably. She smoked six cigarettes in quick succession and then suddenly Marie burst into the room to tell her that she could hear the two girls arriving at last. She was greeted so surlily by her mistress that Marie had a word with Yvette before she ushered her in.
"You'd better go in quickly and apologize, she's in a terrible temper."
"Oh, is she?" said Yvette carelessly, "I can't imagine why she didn't let you make another acquaintance with Mr. Whip while she waited, eh?"
The maid blushed but did not answer.
The Marquise had quite recovered her temper by the time the two girls went into the boudoir and they were received most graciously. 'Titine seemed quite at home straight away. There was a naughty expression in her eyes that showed she had already become a precocious young girl who was well up to his new situation whatever it proved to be.
Yvette introduced her friend and then related what had happened to her when she had been taken to the dark room at her convent. She also told about Titine revenge that very day.
"I think she was quite right to get her own back, don't you, madame? It's not right to thrash a girl's ass with nettles, or anybody else for that matter ... I certainly won't treat you like that next Sunday!" and she winked saucily at the great lady who listened attentively to her little story.
"Why you poor child," said the Marquise, "What a terrible thing to do to you! I suppose the blisters are still there? Will you come and show me, Titine?"
The girl came willingly forward.
"Come and sit on my knee ... I am curious to see what this cruel Sister of yours has done to your poor bottom-shall I kiss is better for you?"
But first she gave the schoolgirl a voluptuous kiss on the lips which felt to the child as no kiss had ever done before, sending little shivers up her spine.
She laid the girl gently across her lap and busied herself with lifting up her gymslip and pulling down her school panties.
"Oh, my poor dear!" she exclaimed, "Look Yvette, how red her little buttocks are ... does it itch terribly my child?'" she asked.
"Oh yes, madame! It's like thousands of hot needles being forced into my skin. AH I want to do is scratch it all the time ... I think perhaps a good smacking on my backside would relive the pain and quieten the itching ... will you do it for me, perhaps?" she asked slyly.
The Marquise was naturally anxious to take advantage of this invitation:
"Of course my dear, of course. Please bring me that leather thing on the table, Yvette."
And the milliner ran to the table bringing back the sole-shaped article which the Marquis had given his wife for a present.
The great lady was exceedingly excited. In fact she could not remember ever feeling so moved as she was at this moment. It was probably due to the long impatient wait she had . She grasped the leather sole firmly and began straight away to smack the child with all her strength. Her enthusiasm was so severe that Titine started weeping silently within a very short time, in spite of efforts to restrain herself.
Already half her bottom was so red, the blood looked ready to gush from the skin at any moment. The Marquise was not so far gone she cold not see this, so she thought it wise to give her victim a few minutes rest, during which Titine felt a wet warmth creep slowly through her body and fill her with delight.
The lady resumed after a while, but now she used a small whip on that part of Titine's ass which could still take a little more. She hit it vigorously but right on the tenderest spots. The girl seemed to enjoy the whipping intensely, offering her buttocks by holding them up temptingly in an arc above the Marquise's knees. But the grand lady was so overcome by her enjoyment that she was nearly fainting by now and Yvette had to drag her friend away to lay her down on the sofa while she applied a flash of brandy under the Marquise's nose and made her drink a little . Then she went back to Titine who lay babbling about her wonderful sensations and the marvelous feeling in her asshole, and forced her to have a little brandy also.
The Marquise lay with closed eyes, all passion now spent. As Yvette stood looking down at her she wondered why she herself had remained so self possessed during all this voluptuous enjoyment It seemed she had only one thought in mind lately: she must bend all her efforts to provide the girls for her dear Marquise and then ... and then ... ah, then she would claim her reward! The Marquise held out her arms and Yvette snuggled down in their soft embrace.
"Oh Yvette, how can I ever think you enough for what you are doing. I don't understand how you do it ... and I don't really mind waiting if you manage to get them eventually ... shall I have another one tomorrow?"
"You will-at least I hope so! As a matter-of-fact I've no idea where I'm going to get one but I've been lucky so far. Anyhow, I must take this girl back home now, or her mother will be wondering what has happened to her."
CHAPTER VII
There are many dark back streets in the vicinity of Monmartre. This old part of Paris hasn't changed much in two hundred years. There are lanes and passageways along which it is not wise to linger after dark. It was around this district that several gangs had their meeting places and one of them was in the Rue Chichy. There were several half built houses nearby and the gang which met in a dingy cellar next door had cleverly enrolled the night watchman as a lookout so they could plot their crimes undetected. The head of his gang was called Grand Frise and his second-in-command P'tit Louis were a pretty formidable pair. Yvette had good cause to be nervous when she arranged a secret meeting with this gang. As a matter-of-fact she was surprised at her own audacity, but she was desperate.
P'tit Louis was waiting for her outside and seemed amused at her fear. He was a pale faced young man with a rat-like face. She had come recommended by someone he could trust and he reassured her that she was quite safe because she was under his protection. He led the way down into the cellar, showing her the way with a flashlight. He took her down many dank and filthy passages until she had quite lost her sense of direction, then suddenly opened a door.
She was dazzled by the bright light inside. It shone on about a dozen ugly looking faces all looking in her direction. The men were sitting on packing cases except for one, who had a chair and Yvette guessed he was the leader of the gang. He reminded her of a vicious bird of prey with his steel grey eyes and crooked nose. She knew he was supposed to come from a good family and had a fine education but his numerous vices and bad habits had made them sling him out many years ago. His powerfully built figure and unscrupulousness had made him a dangerous man in the underworld of Paris and did not only deal with crime but had a battery of women on the streets as well.
Grand Frise got up and came towards the girl as soon as she entered:
"Come in," he said, quite affably, "You needn't be afraid although we've done many things we've never eaten anybody yet. Ah-ah P'tit Louis, you were right, she's quite a beauty ... a pity she wants to stay a good girl. But you are under his protection my dear, so you needn't worry! Now sit down and keep quiet for the time being. I've business to attend to first and then we can deal with you."
Yvette felt somewhat reassured and sat down on a vacant box. The meeting went on where it had left off and nobody took any more notice of her. All sorts of instructions were given by the big man which were totally incomprehensible to her and a large sum of money was distributed around. Then Grand Frise asked:
"Has anybody a complaint about the girls?"
Two of the men apparently had something to say and nodded their heads. The first, whose name was Pommadin, was only about seventeen years old by the look of him. He was very carefully but flashily dressed. It appeared that his girl had gone on strike. He had beaten her but with no result she wouldn't go out on the street and fuck men to earn him any money. In the end he had discovered she had fallen in love! The most he got from her was about fifty francs a day. He asked if this was enough.
"Certainly not" said the boss. "Who's she supposed to be in love with?"
"Casseur's wife of all people. That is why he's grumbling. They want to live together. What are we two supposed to do, might I ask, if we allow it?"
"Is this the truth?" demanded Grand Frise, turning to what appeared to be Casseur himself.
"Yes, damn it. And Marthe was a real hard worker, everybody knows that. I couldn't understand what was happening to her at first. She got thinner and started to avoid me. So I followed her one day and saw them go into a hotel in Lepic Street together. Those two stupid cunts spent hours in there when they ought to be out fucking for me and Pommadin."
"I see," said Grand Frise, grimly, "Bring them both here and we'll settle this business for ever."
The two men went out and returned in a few minutes with two young women who seemed to follow quite submissively.
Melie, Pommadin's girl was pretty and stood modestly by her pimp's side. She looked more like a shy working class lass than a loose woman. She had sweet blue eyes, but her expression was very troubled.
But Marthe was tall, strong and healthy, she looked like a country girl. She had thick red lips and rich black hair and her dark eyes showed the warmth of her temperament. The leader of the gang began by asking questions as if he had decided to be fair to them. He said to Marthe.
"Your man tells me you have fallen for Mellie and leave him without any money. Is this true.'"
"Yes.!" she burst out, "I love Melie and couldn't live without her. Besides Casseur isn't a man-he's a coward-he doesn't give me any help at when I'm fucking strangers."
He had heard enough. Glancing round at the rest of the gang he said:
"We'll try to bring them to reason. I've a wonderful treatment for this kind of things ... strip them ... quick!"
Immediately the men pounced on the two women and in a few moments they were stripped naked except for their shoes and stockings. Marthe had put up a fierce resistance, kicking, biting and scratching, but Melie submitted without any attempt to defend herself. She began to weep.
Two men help Marthe struggling between them. She was a magnificent creature with big full breasts, a small waist and full rounded hips. Melie was a mouse compared to her, but still her face was pretty and her body smooth, delicate and sexy.
Yvette was fascinated by this marvelous sight and listened intently while the leader gave his orders.
"So these darlings are so very fond of each other that it would be a crime to part them, eh? Well let them be bound together!"
Everybody moved to obey and the girls knew it was useless to resist. They were bound together, face to face, the knots so tight they dented their bodies. How it was Marthe who seemed suddenly the most afraid. The fighting spirit went out of her, whilst Melie stood perfectly unmoved as if she didn't care what happened to her, it would only be one more incident in her poor unhappy life.
Grand Frise was grinning at them: "I suppose you two are quite happy now, being so close! Now, you naughty girls, please stick out your naughty asses so we can whip them nicely for you. And don't make a noise ... or else!" He flourished a gun under their noses.
One of the gang produced two long horse whips, presumably they were used often on these occasions when they had to deal with recalcitrant girls. Marthe began to shiver, pressing her breasts and thighs against Melie who tried to console her. The gang were waiting eagerly for the leader's orders but he was in no hurry to begin. He stood looking at the two girls with amused eyes, inspecting their naked behinds the ass cheeks of which were contracting slightly in painful expectation. At last he said:
Twelve blows to each girl ass-good hearty ones, mind. And Marthe first ... take care not to mark them too much, we want their pussies to go on working straight away afterwards. Are you ready ... go!"
Casseur had taken the whip first. He took three steps backwards to get a proper stance and used only the end of his whip so that the blows would be cruel without leaving much mark on the tender behinds. Marthe had been watching him and had tried to lean against a wall, edging Melie with her, but Pommadin put his back against his girl and they had to remain standing in the middle of the cellar.
The first blow brought a sob to the girl's lips and left a red spot on her plump ass. All the men were standing around watching this exciting scene as Casseur brought the whip down six times on one buttock, which soon turned a brilliant red. When the pain became too strong she cried out, but Grand Frise immediately threatened her with his pistol and she swallowed her shrieks, clinging desperately to her friend.
Her tormentor now changed his aim to the other buttock so that soon her entire ass was purple, red and pink, and the blood threatened to ooze through the vivid torn skin. Marthe was now almost senseless and Melie could hardly support her hefty body. The despair in Melie's face was terrible to see, as she saw the whip pass from Casseur to Pommadin, her own whoremaster.
This man chose his position carefully, taking his time. He obviously had his own method of punishment which was quite different from his friend's. He brought the whip down with all his might across both her buttocks at the same time.
Strangely Melie displayed more courage than her friend. She moved her asshole about for the first four blows but remained quite still after that. She did not try to squirm out of the way, she did not shriek, but simply sighed and muttered a few stammering words. When the twelfth blow half fallen she remained motionless-as if waiting for some more!
"Undo the ropes-let them go," ordered the leader of the gang. When they were free Marthe recovered. She looked furiously around at the grinning men and ran to her clothes. They both dressed quickly as they could.
Their naked bodies had undoubtedly been very badly treated, yet neither of them would dream of going to the police. They knew it would be useless ... they had fallen into the hands of a ruthless gang and they knew their lives would be worth nothing if they talked.
It appeared that the gang's business was not yet finished. Now P'tite Louis said his girl had left him to fuck for a man called Lutteur. He didn't have any particular spite against the man, he said, because he had just come out of jail and needed to get some hump to put himself on his feet again. Even so, the girl surely deserved to be punished.
"Of course," said the leader. "Bring her in now."
And Jane was brought up to face her judges.
"Jane, my girl, you're going to be smacked just like you were as a kid. Lift your skirt up and show us your wicked little bottom!" declared Grand Frise.
Jane didn't seem to be the least afraid. She was a small girl, very dark and lively with two saucy eyes full of sparkle and lust. She obediently lifted her skirt and said almost joy-fully:
"I hope my panties won't be in the way?"
A loud laugh rang around the cellar for the naughty girl hadn't any on! Yvette couldn't help admiring the perfection of her asscheeks and the Leader seemed to be immensely excited-by this vicious little creature.
"P'tite Louis," he commanded, "hold her hands, I'm going to give her a thrashing myself."
Jane was quite openly trying to excite and provoke a hard-on in the leader. She wriggled her bare ass moved it up and down and flexed the cheeks in a charming manner which quite entranced everybody in the room.
"You will now see my performance called 'The Buttock Dance" she said merrily as she bent over, "you watch!"
The leader couldn't help smiling as he set about lashing that provocative behind. And all the while he smacked her she was calling out such things as:
"Oh do it again ... once more ... that's right ... lovely," and her plump little ass did, quite literally, dance a little jig to his blows. The sight of it was too much for him, and he seized the whip and began to bring it down vigorously across that delectable jiggling surface.
When he stopped he whispered a few words in her ear which brought a blush of pleasure to her face as she dropped her skirts and tripped happily out of the crowded cellar with a wink at the others.
Now, at least it was Yvette's turn to speak and she said frankly what she wanted. She was ready to give quite a lot of money if they procured her an honest girl for the fallowing day. She explained that the girl must submit her naked ass to a sound thrashing by a lady who was a member of the aristocracy.
The gang murmured amongst themselves for a few moments and then struck a bargain with her. but insisted that the girl must give them another thousand. Yvette accepted and promised to meet the leader the following morning with the money and then the last details would be arranged. Her mission completed Yvette went off home, quite satisfied with a very pleasant and unexpected evening.
Just as she was going in her house a taxi stopped outside and two people got out. They were Mr. and Mrs. Coulon who lived on the first floor in a very fine flat. The man was a good looking rather kind hearted person-but his wife was arrogantly proud and overdressed. She was always boasting of her virtue or grumbling about her maid's shortcomings. She was much disliked by the other occupants of the apartment house and Yvette did not say anything to them but ran quickly up the stairs as soon as the concierge opened the door.
CHAPTER VIII
Shortly after ten on the following night Yvette arrived in the Marquise's car at the corner of Ornano and Baudeloque Streets. The chauffeur stopped the car, but did not put on the interior light. The girl got out of the limousine and looked around. The street was absolutely empty and quiet and had been well chosen by the gang for the delicate operation they had planned. She knew that several bribes had gone out to people living nearby, as well as to the owner of a bistro further up the street. They would all see nothing and hear nothing and discourage anybody else from doing so too.
Yvette didn't really like any of it, although it had been her idea in the first place. The Marquise had been delighted by the idea and had generously paid for the whole thing so promptly that there was no doubt the Leader would give good service-in the hope of future 'business.'
Yvette knew that only an innocent pure girl would please her titled friend, it was no use offering her a prostitute or any sort of loose-living girl, she could have that kind whenever she wanted it. No, she wanted something delicate and pure and the only way to obtain such a prize was by trapping it-by kidnap in fact. A few judicious inquiries had discovered that a young boy on the margin of crime, who hung around the gangs in the hope of getting in was friendly with a butcher's daughter. The seduction of innocence was one of his hobby's and he had set this one up with his usual care, pretending to be a Bank employee and even enrolling himself at a night school so he could walk home alone with the girl without her father being suspicious. A few thousand francs and the approval of Grand Frise had been all that was necessary for him to surrender his quarry without a pang of conscience and soon he would be walking down the street with his fourteen year old conquest quite aware of what was going to happen to her.
Yvette opened the door of the magnificent car and told the chauffeur to slide down in his seat as much as possible. She could see the couple turning the corner at the far end of the street and quickly hid behind a large postbox.
They were laughing and talking boisterously as they came closer and Yvette heard the boy say challengingly:
"Cor-look at that car with its door open, just waiting for us. Ma'amselle, allow me to drive you home...." and with a grand gesture he held the handle of the car door and made a sweeping bow.
The girl, already excited and full of fun, burst out laughing and replied:
"Oh m'sieur how kind of you!" and as though it were a dare she scrambled into the car, intending to get out straight away, of course. But the next minute Yvette had leapt from her hiding place, given her a hefty shove in the back and her boy friend had slammed the door and the chauffeur started the engine and she was away!
Yvette had no trouble in subduing the girl, she was pretty tough having had to fight her way in a poor quarter of Paris most of her life and she soon had the girl pinned face down on the floor with her wrists secured behind her. In a few sentences she told the girl what would happen to her if she struggled or tried to escape and managed to scare the poor child to such an extent that she lay paralyzed during the whole of the long drive out into the country.
The little milliner took the opportunity of inspecting the charming rounded ass of her victim and was very satisfied at her catch and guessed the Marquise would be too. This lady had hired a country house for her latest exploit and the car purred gently up the long drive and stopped grandly at the porch in front of the house, from which the Marquise soon came running in a flutter of anxiety. She peeped inside the dark car and shouted her joy when she saw the kidnapped butcher's daughter spread-eagled on the spacious floor.
The chauffeur was one of the gang and Yvette instructed him to carry the girl into the house.
"Carry this parcel in," she said, jokingly, "and mind you don't break it!
It was an easy matter for the burly man to carry the girl, despite her feeble struggles and he threw her down on the bed in the Marquise's room and left the two women alone together. They were, in fact, entirely alone in the house, the numerous servants having been given the night off by their new and very generous mistress.
The Marquise was indeed delighted with Yvette's new offering. She passed her trembling hands all over the shapely little figure patting its sweet roundness with eager anticipation. Yvette had gagged the girl with a large handkerchief and her face looked congested and swollen so the Marquise suggested that first the gag should be removed in case she fainted. But as soon as it was removed the frightened victim filled her lungs with fresh air and screamed at the top of her voice: "Help! Help! Rape!"
Her two kidnappers made no attempt to stop her since there was nobody either to hear her cries or rescue her. When the child had run out of breath Yvette said quietly:
"It's useless to shout like that-nobody can hear you. It's just a waste of energy, we are alone in the house and there are no neighbours within miles."
"What have you brought me here for?" demanded the panting girl, her eyes popping out of her head with fear.
"There's no need to be so frightened," replied Yvette, "as a matter-of-fact you are safer here than if you were with your boy friend."
The girl glared at her and remained silent.
Yvette went on: "I'm going to take the rope off your wrists, but I warn you there is no chance of escaping and if you try we are two to one and you've got little chance. Do you understand?"
"Yes," said the girl sulkily, "but what are you going to do with me?"
But she got no reply as Yvette untied the rope and she lay quietly when her wrists were free.
"Get up and walk about," Yvette told her, "it will help bring back the circulation-swing your arms."
She ob-eyed, walking up and down the room on trembling legs. The Marquise had left the room and when she returned she was carrying an armful of birches, whips and other punishment tools. As soon as the girl saw them she was terrified and began running madly round the room, trying to open the windows and scratching at the door with frantic fingers. The two women watched her with amusement, enjoying her fear. Eventually she collapsed exhausted in a corner, sobbing in despair.
Yvette came over to her while the Marquise arranged her instruments on a table.
"What is your name?" she asked.
The girl -eyed the birches and replied: "Charlotte."
"Well Charlotte, we are going to introduce you to Mr. Whip, although I daresay you would prefer your boy friend's cock! But those sort of pleasures are definitely monotonous-we are going to show you something quite new."
And she dragged Charlotte to a low bench which was all ready for her in the corner and ordered her to sit astride it which she did with many protests. They tied her hands and feet to the four ends so that her body was fully stretched out and offered to them. A strong leather belt was then buckled round bench and girl to keep her in position.
It was an easy job to ease up her skirt and pull down her panties since the girl was quite helpless. At last her plump and delightful bottom was revealed to them, fresh and enticing. Her position was extremely immodest since her legs were wide apart revealing the intimate secrets of her slit. She was still very frightened and so Yvette bent down and whispered reassurance in her ear ... she was only going to get a good thrashing after all ... nothing else ... her virginity would not be threatened. And the girl, strangely, was reassured. She knew what a good thrashing was since it was not so long ago she had received one from her father for jerking off with one of his staff. It was true he had a heavy hand and she had not been able to sit down comfortably for a week-but worse things could happen to her, she knew.
Her thoughts came suddenly to a halt when the Marquise came over to her, whip in hand. The first blows hardly touched her buttocks and were about as effective as a light tickling. The correction was going to be mild, she felt, but even so her cheeks wobbled in a very peculiar way. But then the blows began to fall hard and fast and she cried out in agony:
"Stop it! Stop it! Oh please ... how can you possibly get pleasure in giving me so much pain?"
The answer came in the increased vigour of the strokes!
Yvette was a very interested spectator to this scene and between the blows she passed her hand over the reddening cheeks enjoying with lascivious relish the growing warmth. Now the Marquise laid down the whip and started on the first of the birches. But Charlotte's complaints did not increase because the pain now changed to a most agreeable sensation. She stopped crying.
The little milliner immediately noticed the change and told the Marquise who immediately threw away her birch and seized a hunting crop. Yvette laid a piece of wet white linen across the burning ass cheeks before the new chastisement started, so that the smoothness of the skin was not marred. But this increased the pain and within a few blows Charlotte was screaming wildly and threshing her bound legs like a mad thing.
The Marquise laid into her with a will until the girl was almost senseless and when she had finished her own satisfaction had nearly been gained-but not quite. Now she sat down beside the moaning girl,, removed the wet linen to reveal the burning plump ass cheeks and finished the punishment with a rain of sharp smacks which once more had the girl yelling the place down.
But time was getting on, and they did not want Charlotte's father to be so anxious he called the police, so reluctantly they untied the sobbing girl and helped her to her feet, putting her panties on her trembling legs and pulling down her skirt, smoothing it over the smarting buttocks with regretful relish.
Now that she was appeased the Marquise was all gentle words and hot kisses and this served to mollify the girl a little and her tears stopped. She was reassured that she would be taken back into town by car and, although she would be late, her father would not know what had happened to her. The two scheming women were quite sure Charlotte would not tell, since then she would have to explain about her boy friend, whose existence wasn't known to her stern father.
She was driven back to town as promised and, by great good luck managed to get in without her father knowing she was late. But she discovered her heated asshole had excited her enormously and she could not sleep, her cunny crying out for satisfaction. At last, she crept into the room of her father's assistant who lived on the premises, the very young man for which her father had punished her some time back. Naturally he was only to pleased with his nocturnal visitor. And so, although Yvette and the Marquise had promised that her cherry would remain intact in their care, she lost it after all because of their treatment of her.
* * *
After dropping Charlotte near her home the Marquise drove Yvette back to her flat.
"Well, that's the third one," said Yvette, "I hope you enjoyed her. I am one day near the day when shall have you in my arms. I can't tell you, madame, how much I am looking forward to it. wonder if you will take me to your suite instead of to my flat, I want to have a word with your husband about Miss Alice who is supposed to come to you tomorrow?"
The Marquise readily agreed and the chauffeur changed direction while the two women made mild love to each other in the back of the car during the short journey.
The Marquis was waiting for his wife. He had been cruelly disappointed at not being allowed to watch the proceedings with Charlotte and eagerly listened to the smallest detail of the adventure.
It appeared he had brought Miss Alice up to scratch, as promised and she would be quite ready to give herself to him the following day. They settled all the details between them before Yvette left. The proud ass of the manageress would meet her Waterloo the next day, there was little doubt of that!
CHAPTER IX
The girl's at Barot could not understand the change in Miss Alice. She was so good tempered and friendly that everybody was mystified. But Yvette and Choucoute knew what it was all about-she thought she had caught a member of the aristocracy at last! They also knew their hour of revenge was very near and hugged themselves with delight when they thought about it. How many times had this woman treated them unjustly, meanly, even viciously ... and now....
The Marquis had written to the manageress and told her his wife would be away for a few days and had suggested a romantic rendezvous at his penthouse suite. Miss Alice thought she was all set to be the mistress of one of the richest men in Paris and she gloated on the wonderful future she saw ... had he not already been extremely generous to her?
Once more Yvette asked for permission to leave work early and since Miss Alice had been instructed by her superiors to give the girls leave whenever they asked (the strangeness of which had annoyed her intensely up till now) she graciously consented.
Yvette and her friend hurried off to the hotel where a car was waiting to take them to the country mansion to which Charlotte had been taken. The Marquise was waiting for them in her usual fever of impatience. She took them to a little dressing room of the main bedroom and explained that she thought it would be wise if the girls were disguised as maids so that Alice would not recognize them and smell a rat.
She had their uniforms all ready and thoroughly enjoyed helping them to change, touching their youthful plump little bodies with appreciation and distributing her kisses liberally between them. She handed them saucy little black masks to complete their disguise and very pretty they both looked.
"You must come and have a look at my instruments," she told them and chose what you want .to use on the arrogant Miss Alice. As you will see there are no birches only whips and hunting crops because I intend she shall be really severely punishjed for all the unhappiness she has brought you. Take your choice...."
Chouchoute chose a huge whip, her fingers trembling with pleasure and Yvette, licking her lips, picked out a thick riding crop. ! There was not much time to lose now, the Marquis and the unsuspecting Alice would soon arrive. They dragged a table up to the door of the dressing iioom, shut the door into the bedroom and climbing Hip on to the table found they could see comfortably through the transom window above the door.
"Well Madame," chuckled Yvette, "if the Marquis has played his cards right you will soon see Miss Alice climbing avidly into your own bed!"
At that moment they heard a car coming up the drive and a few minutes later came the sound of footsteps on the stairs and then the Marquis and his victim came into the room:
"It's marvelous to be alone with you, Alice darling, at last. I thought it wiser to bring you here rather than the hotel. There are far too many eyes and ears there and it would dreadful if my wife got to know about this-she's a very jealous woman and goodness knows what would happen!' said the Marquis.
"That's alright, my dear, I quite understand. I'd prefer to be discreet for my own sake. What a charming bedroom."
The Marquis, playing the game with real talent took the girl in his arms, but she played coy and tried to push him away, he persisted and finally she yielded to his lips just once and then said:
"You must leave me alone for a few minutes, my dear, I must tidy up. I won't be long. I'll call you back when I am ready," and she pushed him gently out of the room.
Immediately she began undressing, throwing her clothes carelessly about the room in a light-hearted manner and humming happily to herself. The three watchers could not help admiring the magnificent body which gradually came to light. Her dress off, she revealed pretty white shoulders and long slim legs; her slip removed showed luscious bulging breasts, a slim waist and very voluptuous hips, her brassiere and slip dropped on the floor and now the top of her was completely naked. The three women, looking through the transom, held their breath as at last the panties were revealed and then the corselette ... ah! what charms!
She had the most gorgeous asscheeks any of them had ever seen, smooth, white, gorgeously rounded and slightly pendulous, it was the dream ass of all flagellatists anywhere. The Marquise was already trembling; she whispered to the others:
"I shall go in, in a minute. You stay here and watch, I'll call you later."
Alice was now standing naked in front of the long mirror, sensuously running her hands over her body in vain appreciation of her beauty. She smiled at herself and winked and then she ran to the door, popped her head out and called:
"Coo ... coo...." like a child playing a game. She walked to the bed and lay down legs apart in a hump inviting pose, eyes on the door.
She was quite unprepared for the other door which suddenly opened to reveal an enraged wife apparently in a terrible jealous rage. The Marquise rushed across the room and Alice leapt from the bed and began running round the room madly, for the cunning Marquis instead of entering the bedroom had slammed the door and locked it!
"Keep still," roared the Marquise, "If you are hoping my husband will rescue you I can tell you, you now I've locked him in another room. Of course I'm the very last person you expected, eh? You silly girl, it takes somebody much clever than you to fuck on me behind my back."
"Oh please, Madame, I'm terribly sorry ... please let me go...."
"Let you go, you little bitch! Certainly not! First we're going to settle this little matter."
"Please Madame ... don't kill me!" squealed Alice, quite terrified by the look in the great lady's eyes.
"Kill you? Of course not! But I'm certainly going to punish you-and punish you severely. You can either take it or I'll create such a scandal you'll never get another job in a good salon ... it's up to you."
"Oh yes ... thank you madame ... thank you very much...." babbled Alice, who hardly knew what she was saying. She tried to pull herself together with a great effort, "how are you going to punish me?"
"I'm going to correct you as if you were a child and you're going to take it without a murmur. That-or else! I'll leave you alone to think it over for a few minutes. You'd be wise to take the punishment!" and with flashing eyes the haughty Marquise left the room, locking the door after her.
Miss Alice sank down on the bed looking very despondent. Now she hated the Marquis who had led her into this silly trap. But still she was lucky in a way that his wife only wanted to punish her and not to make a public fuss, which would soon ruin her professionally because the fashion world in Paris is a closed one and nothing is ever done to offend rich and powerful clients. She pondered on the punishment. Presumably the Marquise had meant a smacked asshole. Well, that couldn't be very terrible. She almost smiled at the idea and cheered up a little. Suddenly she remembered a, book which a traveller had once given her at the salon. It was all about people who got pleasure out of inflicting pain ... the Marquise must be one of those strange women who enjoyed it. So she would be getting pleasure and revenge at the same time. A bargain!
She got up hurried and slipped into her panties. The idea of a heavy hand descending on her bare asscheeks had suddenly not seemed so trivial. She moved a chair beside the bed and knelt on it submissively. The sooner it was over the better. She heard the door open and knew the Marquis had returned. Her obvious posture was the lady's answer. She looked round over her shoulder-and gasped.
The Marquise stood behind her with a whip in either hand!
"Who told you to put your panties back on?" she demanded sternly, "I'm sure you weren't as bashful as that with my husband! Still, it's not a bad idea, they're quite tight ... let me have a look at you."
And she came closer. Apparently she changed her mind about the panties for the next moment she bent forward, put her hand down the back and took a good handful of the flimsy material then jerked savagely. The panties split from elastic to crotch with a nasty tearing noise and revealed the defenseless quivering cheeks of Alice's ass. Alice looking across the bed could see the Marquise's expression in a mirror. Oh how horribly vicious she looked! She was terrified.
Her tormentor, following her gaze, saw the long, full-length mirror on rollers and grinned maliciously.-She walked over to it and wheeled it round the bed, placing it behind Alice.
"Since you like looking in mirrors so much you can get a real eyeful in this one. You can watch the progress of your punishment written on your ass-stroke by stroke!" and she laughed uproariously at this ingenious idea.
Alice was not only frightened she was beginning to feel how humiliating all this was. She was going to be punished by the Marquis's wife-when she had hopped to be in bed fucking with him by now. Here she was, kneeling on a chair like a small child waiting for punishment. She shivered when she -eyed the two whips-that was part of the correction which was not exactly childish, she felt, they were much too heavy and cruel looking to be used on a child.
She was, therefore, rather surprised at the mildness of the first blows as they fell slowly on her upturned asscheeks. In fact as their speed increased but not the strength she felt a funny warm sensation course through her which was really quite pleasant. She even sighed with content and when the Marquise stopped for a short rest she remained still, offering her ass for still more of the punishment.
When the Marquise told her she wanted to have her across her lap she leapt up almost eagerly and the next moment was clasped in that great lady's arms, nestling against her heaving breasts quite lovingly. She lay down across her knees most willingly, thinking of the curious book she had read which had promised the most unknown delights to those who submit.
Now she was being smacked with the open hand and. glancing round at the mirror she was surprised to see how pink her ass had become. She had already taken a real fancy to this game and felt quite sorry when the Marquise stopped again.
"Now go and lay across the bed and I'll begin in real earnest," the lady said ominously, and now when the first blow of the whip fell Alice knew things were quite different. The warming up process had stopped-now she was having the real thing!
"Ow!" she yelled, "You're hurting me too much, stop it ... ooohhaaawww ... !!!"
She tried to cover her redding buttocks with her hands, but she still remained in position while the lady brought her whip down violently again and again on the quivering naked asscheeks, and soon her sobs and cries subsided into muffled cries which told their own tale of unexpected pleasure.
Once more the Marquise stopped. This time because she was not the only one who wanted to punish Alice.
"Oh," sighed Alice, "My poor bottom stings abominably, I don't think I'll ever be able to sit again. You are cruel woman madame, you have certainly taken your full revenge," and she hid her face in the great lady's lap, weeping silently.
"Stop crying," said the Marquise gently, "You have not yet finished your punishment. I want you to be chastised by my maids as well."
Alice was horrified: "Oh no! That's unfair! I've taken a good beating from you ... I couldn't bear another woman to see me naked ... please!" she implored her tormentor.
The Marquise pulled the girl to her feet and squeezed her violently against her own beautiful body. She kissed her passionately and then whispered in her ear:
"Don't be silly. I want you to be whipped by them until the blood comes!"
Alice felt her legs shaking under her as she was led to the bench which had been used once before for the butcher's daughter. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the ends and was left alone, quaking, as the Marquise left the room.
Yvette and Chouchoute had watched all this with growing excitement. Chouchoute was holding her whip tightly clutched in her hand. Her revenge was coming! She had been a little disappointed when she saw the Marquise kissing Miss Alice, thinking her pleas for mercy might be heard, but when she heard the last remark she was cheerful again, especially when the great lady beckoned them to come I into the bedroom.
"Here we are my beauty!" laughed their hostess, "it will soon be over now-cheer up!" and turning to the little apprentice she said, "how eager you look-go on then, and don't spare her!"
This last advice was not necessary. Chouchoute knew where her duty lay! She marched over to the frightened manageress, took her stand carefully, raised her arm and brought it down with all her strength so that the whip fairly whistled in the air as it descended onto those red and swollen buttocks.
Now Alice knew why she had been bound. She would certainly never have submitted willingly to the beating she was now getting. She screamed wildly, wriggling her ass in every direction in an effort to elude the whip which followed inexorably and at great speed. This was quite different from the voluptuous mild whipping and smacking she had received from the Marquise and was even quite different from the heavier punishment she had received towards the end. This was a really severe ass beating and she yelled in a paroxysm of pain.
Chouchoute went on and on and on until she was tired and panting and had to stop. Yvette and the Marquise watched open-mouthed and thrilled by this wonderful spectacle of revenge. At the end Yvette decided she would not take her turn. She whispered in the lady's ear that she would prefer to wait until it was her own asscheeks she was enjoying, which brought a blush and a warm kiss in return for her pretty thought.
Madame was on her knees now caressing the hot stinging ass of the once-proud manageress. Her gentle hands seemed to soothe the burning flesh for Alice was now only sobbing quietly.
"Leave us alone," she told the two 'maids' "and wait for me in the dressing room."
When they were alone she untied Alice and took the naked girl in her arms and tried to comfort her, kissing her gently. She sat down on a chair and drew the girl onto her lap.
"How could you," wept Alice, "your maid was cruel."
"I don't think she was any more cruel than I was," said the Marquise.
"Oh but she was! You hurt me, of course, but in a funny sort of way it was not unpleasant ... but that maid! she really hurt me badly,"
"So you are not very angry with me then, Alice."
"No really Madame ... besides I deserved the punishment you gave me ... have you really forgiven me?"
And the two women fell to whispering, Alice still naked in the Marquise's arms....
Yvette and Chouchoute had to wait for more than an hour before their hostess returned. They had tried to peep through the transom window to see what was going on in the bedroom-but the cunning Marquise had turned out the light and drawn the curtains....
CHAPTER X
Yvette had never been so nervous and anxious as she felt on the day following Alice's misfortune. She had spent a sleepless night worrying about where she was going to find the next girl. She was the first girl to arrive at Barot's having got up earlier than she usually did. She met Chouchoute in the cloakroom and they had a merry chat about the pleasures of the previous night. But she couldn't settle down to work so she got permission to leave and wandered about the streets in a despairing attempt to find the kind of girl she wanted.
She bought a newspaper and drank a cup of coffee in an open cafe, staring at the busy passing throng, none of whom gave her a second look. She went back to her room in despair, sat down and began to read the newspaper morosely. It was one of those papers full of advertisements from marriage bureaus and personal wants. Suddenly she sat upright. On the back page a small ad, had caught her attention:
"Young and fair girl, elegant, sweet and good-natured, in money trouble, would like to borrow thousand francs."
Oh-oh! what did that mean? The Marquise had made it very clear she did not want a professional and this certainly didn't sound like one. Would this girl be willing to have her asscheeks smacked for the sake of money?
Her curiosity was now fully aroused. There was no harm in trying. She put on her hat and immediately started off to the address given-Miss Claire Chateaudun Street, 5th floor.
The five flights of stairs were old and grubby and she guessed Miss Clair was a very poor girl. Still, all those steps were not enough to put Yvette off, she had too much at stake. She knocked on a door which bore the girl's card and it was opened by a young woman about twenty six who invited her in.
The room was as shabby as the stairs, but spotlessly clean.
"I've just read your advertisement, ma'amselle,' began Yvette, "and I might be of some help to you, I don't know. First of all what did you mean by describing yourself as 'sweet and good natured' ?"
"I'll tell you frankly," said the girl, without beating around the bush, "I simply meant I was quite willing to get the whip from the person who will help me out in my money troubles. I meant it ... I'm in real trouble. Look-I've got a few 'tools' ... some real beauties!" and she opened a drawer which was full of whips, birches, hunting crops and other fantastic objects, such as leather belts covered with nails, wheels with protruding nobs to bruise the flesh, etc.
Yvette was amazed at the number and diversity of the instruments and could not understand how a woman could be willing to be tortured for money. Miss Claire offered her coffee and started to explain.
"You see these leather belts with sharp nails? I sit on them and someone leans heavily on my shoulders ... and this marvelous little whip that looks such a harmless toy-a customer gave it to me and is the most cruel thing I have with its nine tails and lead balls...."
"But," interrupted Yvette, "however did you come to have such a strange profession?"
This lovely, odd young girl seemed very willing to talk about herself:
"I began about five years ago, but I've only done it on my own for a year. I was at Madame Lena's house, you know, she has a special room for flagellators. She found another girl who could take even more punishment than I could, her name was Minon. We both had to go along and see a nasty old man who wanted me to dress up as a boy. I had to unbutton my trousers and lay over his lap but he lammed into me with a dog whip so terribly that I screamed the place down and Minon had to haul me off and take my place. She told Madame about it and the man complained-so I was fired. I'm much happier on my own really, although the men are sometimes quite unreasonable, you wouldn't believe it."
Yvette was quite fascinated by it all and wanted to hear more:
"I've got a few customers whose pleasure is not to hit me but to be hit themselves. See these reins ... I have to put them on to one young man and follow behind with a long whip. Even so, you are the first woman who has visited me ... you are fond of this delicious game, then?"
Yvette was quite speechless by now, she just could not think of a word to say, so the other went on:
"I'm very strong you know and you can strike me as hard as you like ... just give me a minute to undress ... and don't forget the usual little gift....
Yvette just held out her hand with a bundle of notes in it and was astounded by the look of covetous joy which came over the woman's face.
"You are very generous, ma'amselle ... I know what that means, of course ... you are very severe. Do you mind tying me to the chair so I cannot avoid your blows, I...."
But Yvette had fled, leaving the Marquise's money behind. She was almost afraid of this strange woman who was prepared to submit herself like a real slave of the whip as a way of earning her living. She was filled with disgust and fled down the stairs grateful to breath the fresh air in the street outside.
Such a woman would be no use to the great lady she served, she knew that. She also knew the Marquise would hot begrudge the money given to such a pitiful creature.
But she was now back at square one-where was she going to find a suitable girl or woman to bare her asscheeks for her beloved aristocrat?
CHAPTER XI
The little milliner's assistant soon found herself a taxi; she told the man to park his car outside the house where Madame Coulon was enjoying herself with her lover and as soon as she told him to he was to go straight away to a certain grand hotel. Yvette sat waiting in the taxi until five o'clock when Madame Coulon emerged, carrying a big parcel under her arm. She got out of the taxi while the whoring wife was coming down the steps and accosted her just as she was turning up the street.
"Be careful, Madame Coulon, your husband knows everything. I found out by sheer chance and because I like you I've hired this taxi and I'll help you escape ... hurry up ... he'll be here in a few seconds-I know!"
Madame Coulon turned deadly pale and looked as if she were going to faint. She made no protest as Yvette guided her into the taxi which immediately moved off at a sign from the girl.
"Get down in your seat, Madame, I can see him at the end of the road ... for God's sake, get down!"
And the foolish woman cowered in the corner, terrified at this sudden course of events.
"He's following us in another taxi! Where do you usually change into your disguise, tell me quick?"
"I've got a room ... at 120 Briquet Street...."
"That's no good ... look I'll take you to a friend of mine and you can stay there for a few minutes and then leave by the back door."
"Why are you helping me like this?" panted the young wife, beginning to wonder how Yvette knew so much, but still too bewildered to think logically.
"Because I happen to know your husband has a revolver, and I'd never forgive myself if I didn't prevent him from murdering you!"
This successfully terrified the woman into asking no more questions, or even thinking properly.
The taxi stopped at the hotel and Yvette quickly paid off the driver and dragged Madame Coulon towards the Marquise's private lift, explaining that her husband would not be allowed to use it as he was not known. She heaved a sigh of relief once they were travelling up to the pent house ... she had done it!
Marie, the maid, was very surprised indeed when she opened the door to the expected milliner's assistant-and a young boy! For Yvette had stopped the lift and hurried the distracted young wife into her disguise just to stop her asking questions on the way up. She was scared stiff at even this late stage that she would lose her victim!
"Tell the Marquise. I must see her immediately," said the mulliner's assistant very grandly to Marie, then turning to Madame Coulon, she whispered, "my friend is the most charming woman, she will help you out of this mess, I promise. Just wait for me here a few minutes."
The lascivious Marquise was laying on a sofa when she entered. She demanded immediately: "Have you come alone-or have you brought another girl for me?"
"Don't worry my dear-I've got what you want. This is the last girl, so I've kept my promise ... and tomorrow? you will keep your promise also?"
"Of course, Yvette my dear. But first show me the girl you've brought!"
"Don't be so impatient! You will have a surprise anyhow ... but I'm too kind hearted to tease you ... I wont be a minute."
And she went out laughing to the hall and took the slender trembling young 'man' by the hand and led him into the Marquise's boudoir. .
A boy! The Marquise's mouth opened with shock.
"Do you think this is a joke, Yvette?" she cried, "I won't be made fun of-how dare you!"
"Now don't be so rash and hot tempered-wait a moment!"
Poor Madame Coulon hadn't the faintest idea of what was going on.
"Sit down, Madame," Yvette said to her, "while I explain this all to the Marquise."
In a few rapid sentences she told what had happened to the now amused great lady who was soon smiling. She concluded by saying: "and so here she is and very willing to please you and me as much as we like ... you can give her the birches as soon as you like."
Madame Coulon was absolutely thunderstruck and her frightened looked kept going from one wornman to the other.
"I don't understand ... what's it all about? One minute you talk about helping me and the next you are talking about strange things...."
"It's all very straightforward really, my dear Ma dame. My friend the Marquise wants to whip your ass soundly, and perhaps me too. Haven't you realized yet that I've discovered your nasty little secret-and even the address of the place where you change into your diguise-I know absolutely everything. But, my dear, your husband does not-yet! If you are reasonable and submissive I promise you I will not tell him, nor will my friend. But if not...."
Poor Madame Coulon could hardly believe her ears. She had been tricked-and trapped! She looked wildly round the room for a door to escape. Yvette saw this and cautioned her:
"It's ridiculous to try and escape, because if you do I shall undoubtedly tell your husband all I know. So you might as well stay and take your punishment and if I were you I'd ask my friend not to be too severe."
The young woman in her ridiculous 'man's disguise stood panting and looking round her in despair. The Marquise drew her gently towards the sofa and sat down beside her.
"My dear, its not such a terrible thing we are suggesting ... you will just be treated as if you were a little girl again ... perhaps you remember with pleasure some of the punishments you received as a child, eh?"
Madame Coulon jumped to her feet, "How dare you, why should I allow you two vicious things to give me a whipping-aren't you ashamed of yourselves?"
"Not especially," smiled Yvette, "but surely YOU are?"
At last the young woman broke down in a flood of tears which her two tormentors immediately took for consent.
The undressing this time was quite different and the two women obviously thought it was even more exciting. The Marquise pulled the 'young man' down across her lap after undoing the front of 'his' trousers. Yvette helped her to pull them down, but they were very tight and it was quite a struggle.
A most beautiful ass was uncovered, like a huge gleaming white pearl set in a dark frame that made it seem whiter still. The Marquise couldn't make up her mind what instrument to use on it-a birch, or a whip? Meanwhile she started the lecture her reluctant visitor.
"You don't seem to realize how very naughty you have been. It's very bad indeed to deceive your husband as you have been doing. I think I shall punish you very severely."
"Oh please madame," pleaded the young woman in a trembling voice, "don't be cruel to me. I swear I'll be faithful to him for always after this," and her hand crept round across her naked asscheeks to protect them. She was more like a child now, eager to escape the pain of a well deserved thrashing.
The Marquise was getting more and more excited as she looked at the full, round ass spread out on her knee.
"Of course," said Yvette, putting in her bit, "This will be a change from your lover's caresses, eh?"
Madame chose a thick birch, swished it through the air, and started to thrash the oppulent buttocks across her lap. At first it was more like a game and the girl did not move while lovely new colours were blushing her plump cheeks.
"Hm," commented the Marquise, "I see I'm not hitting hard enough since you've not uttered a sound. In fact I think you like it after all, eh? I think I'll smack you just as if you were a naughty little girl," and she suited the action to the word, throwing aside the birch and bringing her strong white hand down smartly on the pink, quivering ass cheeks.
Once more she was experiencing the delicious sensations she always got when smacking a lively ass. The experiment she had started to revive her husband's love had succeeded, for she was now able to become so excited by this new activity that she could stimulate him and herself also to the lost pleasures they had mourned. She gave herself up luxuriously to the tingle of her hand, the feel of the young body against her knees, and the sight-ah, the sight of that luscious ass with its pretty glow and firm fleshy cheeks, with the dark mysterious crease and that pretty little rosebud hole.
She went on until her chest heaved and tears came into her eyes and she had to stop to get her breath. By this time Madame Coulon was screaming:
"Let me go ... stop! ... stop! ... you're going too far ... I'll complain!"
"To your husband, I suppose?" jeered Yvette, "Of course, if you want to, but we still intend to punish you first ... I expect he'll have a fuck afterwards, eh?"
Yvette now forced Madame Coulon to lay down on the bench and in order to keep her quiet she forced her victim's head between her thighs and held her imprisoned. Leaning forward she pulled up the shirt and vest of this strange 'boy' to get a better view of the now swollen buttocks.
The cheating little whore had worn most of the clothes of a man, except for her stockings which were bronze-coloured and made a nice contrast against the white of her skin. With her head between Yvette's legs and her own legs confined by the trousers she was quite helpless. But the milliner's assistant strung a heavy leather belt around her waist and the bench, just to keep that saucy asshole in position. All the while Madame Coulon was protesting vigorously, although somewhat muffled in between Yvette's thighs.
"I wish to goodness you'd stop all this fuss," complained the Marquise, "you don't seem to understand you are completely at my mercy. If I wanted to I could use these huge horsewhips or even this little cat-'o-nine-tails, but I'm much to kindhearted to let your husband see you've been punished. All I'm going to use is this special leather thing, I'll show you later-but now you can just feel it!"
Once more the Marquise had chosen the leather sole which had been a present from her husband. It did good clean work, not too painful and not leaving any of those ugly red traces on the skin for a long time afterwards. As a matter-of-fact the Marquise wanted her victims to feel the majority of their punishment through her hand.
Just as a variation, her Ladyship smacked the bottom with the sole in one hand, alternating it with her outstretched palm. Now the wonderful ass-orbs were changing from a misty pink to a bright and very satisfying red, like a brilliant setting sun and were and were an altogether splendid sight, worthy of any expert punisher at work.
Mrs. Coulon had now quietened down considerably. She no longer felt like a child ashamed of punishment, but as a woman strangely excited to exhibit her naked behind and receive voluptuous blows on the ass from another woman. Yvette guessed she might safely free her head now and she opened her squeezed thighs, sure enough she lay supine a look of exquisite pleasure on her face.
At a sign from the Marquise, Yvette left the room discreetly even though she was reluctant to go, and the great lady turned to her victim. She loved these moments alone with the women she had flagellated. She knew exactly what to say to them and under her kisses they always came round even though their naked bodies had just been humiliated at her hands. So clever was she that she usually managed to extract a promise that they would return when she asked them and invariably they went away, sore but happy.
When Yvette went, Mrs. Coulon thought she was going to receive even more punishment and cried out.
"Oh Madame, please, not any more, I couldn't bear any more."
The Marquise cunningly started on her pacification process.
"No, I'm not going to give you any more, my dear. But do you really mean to say its been so terrible?"
The deceitful wife hesitated. She was now being untied and it certainly looked as if she wasn't going to get any more.
"Well as a matter-of-fact I was more frightened than anything," she said, rubbing her wrists and ankles, "but its a funny thing you know, when I was a child my mother used to thrash me often but I only used to feel pain and humiliation ... yet today I had a most peculiar feeling at time ... a sort of pleasure ... I suppose I must be perverse or something!"
The Marquise smiled enigmatically-and began gently to undress Mrs. Coulon, who did not resist, she merely looked surprised. The closeness of this woman who had chastised her and produced such peculiar actions from her body was exciting and in a few moments she was clasped in her torment's arms, being kissed very passionately-and returning the kisses with interest too.
"Why did you deceive your husband like that," whispered the Marquise in her ear, "Yvette tells me he is quite good looking and a nice man ... and besides I've heard you've only been married six months!"
"I don't really know myself," murmured Mrs. Coulon, stroking the Marquise's exquisite breasts, "I think it was curiosity more than anything. I was a virgin when I married and I couldn't help wondering what fucking would be like with another man ... I couldn't get it out of my head that screwing someone else might be even better than with him!"
"And what did you find out when you took a new jock, eh?"
"It wasn't much different to tell you the truth ... and I'm still curious that it might be somehow better with another prick still...."
"You naughty girl!" said the Marquise affectionately, "as a matter-of-fact I think you are suffering from exactly the same thing as I was worried about. Now listen to me ... and I'll tell you a secret. I'll tell you how to remain faithful to your husband and yet enjoy all sorts of wonderful excitements as well ... "
And the whispering between the two women went on for quite a long time. The reader can imagine the secret which was passed on to Mrs. Coulon.
When she left she had a very satisfied and some what thoughtful expression on her face.
CHAPTER XII
On the sixth day Yvette turned up at the penthouse suite, her heart beating rapidly with anticipation. She was exceedingly crestfallen and disappointed when Marie told her that her mistress wasn't in.
"But there's a note for you in her bedroom-shall I get it for you?"
Yvette nodded, dumbly. She tore open the envelope most impatiently and read the little message inside:
My dear little Yvette, Forgive me for not waiting till you came.
I'm in the country-the chauffeur will drive you out to join me. Come quickly, my darling, and don't forget to bring the 'things'.
Your friend xxxxxxxx
"Quick, Marie, give me the birches-do you know where Madame keeps them?"
"Yes, of course-in here," and Marie opened a cupboard and took out a large armful, prettily tied with colorful ribbon. "Don't you want the other things too?"
"No, only the birches. Will you wrap them up for me?"
The maid ob-eyed, looking slyly at the milliner. "I know what a whipping is Miss, and ly the Marquise too. But I don't understand how she can get pleasure out of smacking a girl's asscheeks-and the girls, surely they can't enjoy it?"
"Oh yes they do, Marie, much more often than you think."
"Really? I think it's very odd. I'd rather have a real living loving prick in my cunny any time!"
Yvette looked disdainfully at this girl who liked a dirty cock rather than the sweet caresses of the birch, and put an end to the conversation, saying somewhat arrogantly:
"Will you tell the chauffeur I'm ready to go, please? I'm in a hurry."
She thought the journey into the country would never end and heaven a sigh of relief when at last the car stopped outside the imposing looking porch. She ran up the steps, into the hall and up the stairs without looking behind her or to left or right or taking the slightest notice of anything, so intent was she on clinching their bargain at last.
She knocked on the door of the Marquise's bedroom and a voice asked:
"Is that you Yvette?"
"Yes!"
"Come in then."
Yvette burst into the room, looked round and at first could see no one. Then a most wonderful sight met her eyes. There, on the luxurious rug beside the bed was her ladyship, spread out invitingly, her naked white limbs out-lined ravishingly against the thick black fur.
The little milliner's assistant was entranced and threw herself down beside her, arms outstretched. They lay entwined in sweet embrace for several minutes, raining kisses on each other and whispering endearments. Yvette was the first to break away.
She got up and ran eagerly to her parcel, undoing it with trembling fingers to take out one of the birches. She then bent her friend over an enormous big cushion which pushed her beautiful ass right up into the air, displaying its white plump roundness to perfection.
"Quick ... quick...," stammered her ladyship, "whip me until I loose consciousness because of ecstasy ... at last ... at last ... !"
Yvette knelt on the floor beside her, birch in hand and first ran her hand delicately over the beautiful aristocratic asscheeks. Of all the girls and women she had managed to procure for the Marquise this Was the finest by far and had certainly been worth waiting for. Her heart beat so fast she could hardly get her breath as she raised the birch to bring it down for the first stroke.
After so long a wait she was no longer able to restrain herself and soon she was giving that tantalizing ass a sound thrashing. The Marquiese twisted and squirmed and threw her legs around on the thick fur rug, lasciviously enjoying the wonderful sensation.
"More ... more!" she gasped, rearing her luscious behind up into the air with ecstasy almost under the passionate woman to support her and went on raining blows as heavily as she was able, until the white flesh was striped with glorious red welts and the white flesh in between flushed a pretty pink.
"Wonderful ... Wonderful ... oh my darling ... hit me harder ... harder still...!"
But now that luscious flesh was too near to beat properly and Yvette changed to a kneeling position, dropped the birch and started to smack those quivering cheeks with her open palm, bringing her arm down in wide sweeps with all her strength. Now the Marquise began to shout....
"Aaaaahhh you are hurting me too much....
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
"AAAAHHHH EEEERRRGGHHH ... !"
Yvette was in a fever of excitement, her eyes wild, and her hair disordered she looked like a beautiful avenging fury. After ten minutes of heavy spanking she had to give up, panting and sweating, the pace she had set was too fast. But she wasn't finished by any means.
She seized another birch and after a few seconds rest she resumed the thrashing which both she and the Marquise were enjoying immensely. Now her blows were more measured, the first ecstasy being over. She was savouring the situation now, taking it easy enjoying each individual blow as it fell on the Marquise's ass, leaving ever widening red marks.
It occurred to her that somewhere in the house the Marquise must be waiting ... waiting for the result of this ultimate experience of his wife ... hoping it would stimulate her so that they could once more enjoy the wonderful first days of their marriage. The little milliner loved her dear friend deeply by now and she knew the future of this marriage depended on whether she, and the victims she had provided, had done the trick. She increased the vigour of her attack ... she would beat this sensation-loving woman as she had never been beaten before and rouse in her passions she had forgotten and unknown delights.
A wave of delicious voluptuousness ran through the Marquise's ass. She began to sigh deeply and there was no doubt of her enjoyment. But there was a limit to her endurance. She had really been severely chastised, and suddenly in the act of thrusting her buttocks invitingly up in the air-she lost consciousness.
Yvette wasn't worried. She knew she would revive very soon. Running out of the room she rushed into the room next door and, sure enough, there was the Marquis pacing up and down uneasily. She ran to him with the intention of leading him into the boudoir next door, but the Marquis immediately seized her in his arms and smothered her face in kisses. She put up a vigorous defensive fight but he was far the stronger and carried her bodily to the bed and threw her down, his hands tearing at her clothes. When she saw the expression on his face she knew he was wild with passion. She managed to struggle free, running madly across the room crying like a child. But he dashed after her and dragged her back to the bed.
"Don't be a silly little girl," he panted, "let me fuck you ... it'll have to happen one day...."
"No! No!" she screamed at the top of her voice, "never!" and she wrestled with him like a demon, clawing at his face and hands. In her tragic little life all men had appeared to her as brutes, only out to satisfy their beastly passions on defenseless women. She hated them when they tried to fuck her and she was particularly disappointed in the Marquis whom she had thought of as a man of breeding not likely to behave like the brutes who had screwed her mother.
Her pent-up hatred and disdain poured from her in the obscene words of the streets and at last the Marquis came to his senses and let her go. He stood up, looking ashamed of himself and even begged her pardon.
"I'm sorry Yvette, I shouldn't have done that, but I've been watching what was going on in my wife's bedroom and it made me so horny didn't know what I was doing. Please ... come and give me a kiss and say you forgive me."
Yvette was sorry for him and immediately gave him a gentled kiss.
"I came to take you to the Marquise ... she is ready for you ... come on...."
But the Marquis hesitated, still looking at Yvette with pleading eyes, perhaps hoping she would change her mind.
"Before I go ... will you ... will you let me ... smack you ... like I did in the Underground when we first met?"
Yvette wasn't a bit surprised at his request, nor was she annoyed.
"Of course. . smack me as much as you like ... you know how I love it."
Once more she was seized and her ass upturned, but this time she did not resist. His trembling fingers lifted her skirt and petticoat and brought down her panties to reveal her sumptuous virgin buttocks in the full bloom of their youth. She no longer jealously guarded her pussy, but lay with her cuntlips open and inviting in a most immodest manner. She shouldn't have been so trustful. Once more the Marquis tried to shove cock up her vagina and once more she fought him like a wild cat until he stopped at last.
"Why won't you ... I don't understand it...," he panted, "its madness not to find out what real fucking is like...."
"No ... I'll never do that with you or anybody else. The only pleasure and happiness I find is when I'm under the spell of flagellation. I was willing to forgive you trying to rape me if you would give me that happiness."
"You silly little fool," he said again, "what can you possibly know about happiness if you've never been really fucked? Let me show you what real happiness is like-come into my arms?"
"I don't want your dirty kind of screwing ... leave me alone ... go to your wife ... she's waiting for you ... go and give her your idea of what humping is!"
He heard the disgust and contempt in her voice and got up from the bed, scowling at her. As soon as he had gone she went straight into the bathroom and washed herself carefully. The very though of the cock she had escaped made her feel dirty. And yet she did not blame the Marquis, he had been inflamed by what he had seen and could not control himself.
A little later, dressed and ready to leave, Yvette stood sadly outside the Marquise's bedroom. Her friend had no need of her any more, she thought. I've fulfilled my promise and now there is nothing for me to do but go.
Slowly and regretfully she walked down the staircases from the top floor to the grand hotel lobby, saying goodbye to this grand place and the chamring people she had known.
CHAPTER XIII
The next morning Yvette was astonished when Marie, the Marquise's maid came up to her as she left the house and handed her a note. It ran:
My dear Yvette, Thanks to you my husband and I have recovered our lost sex happiness. We leave Paris soon for another honeymoon.
I have one last request of you. Please stay at home until Thursday and don't go to work. I want to give you a surprise which I hope will be a good one. Goodbye, my dear, and forgive me for running away...."
Yvette was naturally somewhat puzzled, but she did as she was told. On Thursday she turned up for work at the usual time and immediately Miss Alice told her she wanted to speak to her in the office. With a sinking heart Yvette followed the managerss and waited to hear the worst.
Miss Alice said:
"I've got marvelous news for you, Yvette, although I don't really understand what its all about. The Marquise de Riviero came here on Monday morning and spent a long time with the owners. You'll never guess what she's done! She's bought this business for you! what do you think of that?"
Yvette was speechless, she could only stare at Miss Alice goggled-eyed. The manageress gave her a parcel wrapped in pretty pink paper, telling her that the Marquise had left it for her.
Inside she found a letter and several smaller parcels. The letter ran:
"Dearest Yvette:
You are so sweet and loving and you served me so well that I wanted to reward you properly. So I have bought this business for you. It is yours from now on.
Don't part with the pretty Chouchoute and please, don't get rid of Miss Alice, I think she will behave herself better from now on, don't you? I enclose some gifts for all the girls you brought me. Give the pearls to Miss Alice, and the cheque to Chouchoute as a dowry, and the other cheque to the poor butcher's daughter! When 'Titine grows up I suggest you apprentice her to yourself or see she is trained as a secretary. I've put some money aside for this purpose. And as for the naughty Mrs. Coulon ... you will find in the parcels something that I'm sure will please her ... Goodbye, my sweet Yvette, I wish you happiness and luck...."
Miss Alice had left her while she was undoing the parcel from the Marquise and so did not see the grateful tears that Yvette shed as she read the letter and sat gazing at the cheques and parcels.
When she returned she found the ex-milliner's apprentice undoing the parcel with Mrs. Coulon's name on it.
"Oh Miss Yvette how lucky you are, now you will be rich and I'm sure you will marry somebody handsome and maybe even richer, eh?"
Yvette answered with her back turned to Miss Alice. From the parcel she had taken an exquisite silver-handled whip.
"A husband? Perhaps ... I think I've got one in hand right now!!"
