"Touchable" by the young English writer, Jeremy Ross, has been both praised and condemned as an unusually frank description of sexual perversions. Dealing with the unusual sex practices rarely described before, but which are commonplace in England's best schools, "Touchable" became extremely controversial. It was banned shortly after publication by the Chief Censor's Office in London. However, the book enjoyed a considerable "underground" sale and has survived as a collector's item in libraries of modern erotica.
The following comments from the actual case history file of the famous psychiatrist, Dr. O. Berndorff, can help us understand the subconscious motivations of the characters in this story:
"My patient, Janie S., indulged in various forms of masturbation throughout her teen-years. One of her most usual methods was while taking a bath. She became very aroused while bathing her vaginal lips and clitoris, as she always used her fingers instead of a sponge or a washcloth. Her fingers were not so rough and consequently not so irritating to the tender parts of her vagina.
"She soaped her fingers and worked them around between the lips and the clitoris so as to thoroughly cleanse every part. By the time she had everything in her 'pussy', as she terms it, 'clean and sweet', her passions were so aroused that she could not resist the temptation to continue" rubbing her clitoris and vaginal lips. This tickling of the parts gave her great pleasure and she would continue it until she was in a tremendous state of passion. Then she would take anything available, usually a hairbrush handle and insert it into her vagina. Then she would work it rhythmically back and forth until she had an orgasm.
"For some time she also kept a piece of broom handle hidden away in the bathroom for this purpose. She claimed that the broom handle gave her the greatest pleasure because of its more perfect fit. Her orgasm was so intense that it was with difficulty that she could refrain from groaning or screaming, but these exclamations of joy during her 'come' had to be suppressed as they would arouse the suspicions of her mother, who was usually in the next room...."
Noting how easily sexual perversions may become habit forming, the reader of this revealing novel may draw some helpful conclusions concerning his or her own sexual behavior. Avoidance of all forms of abnormal sexual expression is the ideal to be sought.
Continental Classics presents this story in its original and unexpurgated form. Because of its theme, it is recommended only for the graduate student and mature adult reader.
A. L. Saunders, M. A. New York City January, 1969
Archive Note: The large number of misspellings present in the original pocketbook are faithfully reproduced in this text. No attempt whatsoever has been made to correct those misspelled or misused words.
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
Thedra was stretched out full length in a steaming, scented bath, proudly scrutinizing her pert young nipples which seemed to blossom like tiny red rose-buds under the soothing caress of the hot water. After soaking for a few moments she sat erect and reached for the big sponge and a cake of scented toilet soap. She spread her thighs as wide as they tiled sides of the deep tub would permit and then began to wash the redly inflamed lips of her cunt. She soaped the silky hair which now steamed out before her aching pussy like banners of seaweed and thoroughly cleaned the shining strands of their sticky coating. Then she soaped her fingers thickly, covering them with rich, foamy lather and held her breath as she pushed them carefully into her newly opened cherry. A feeling of wild panic shot through her when she discovered how widely stretched her slit was now. Surely she'd never again be tight enough to give her lover the same intoxicating fucks he had had that afternoon! And then her fears subsided when she let her excited thoughts dwell on the details of their lust embrace. She had been able to feel the fleshy ring of her vaginal opening clasping gently but firmly about the thick cock so that its slightest movement aroused her to a frenzy of response.
She began to sing happily as she soaped her fingers once more and then pushed them as deep as she could into her slit. She could feel the thick, slimy semen choking the narrow passage and at once a new fear clutched at her. She could be come pregnant ... indeed, it would be nothing short of a miracle if she wasn't already so. She began to grope deeply inside herself with hooked fingers scooping out the hot steamers of thick sperm as quickly as she could.
Then her eyes lighted upon an old-fashioned glass lamp chimney standing on the nearby window ledge. She stood up and got hold of it after which she seated herself on the side of the bath with her legs spread wide apart. At its base the glass chimney had a deep collar about two inches in diameter and then above this it bulged out into a belly like curve which, in its turn, tapered gently towards the top where it was little more than an inch across.
With trembling fingers, feeling that every second was vital if she were to avert what was certainly a disaster for her lover, she smeared this narrow top with a liberal coating of soap so that it was slippery smooth. Then she grasped it firmly between both hands and lowered it forward between her outspread thighs with the soaped end just touching the throbbingly sore lips of her twat. A tremor ran through her when the cold glass touched her sensitive skin but she bit her lip hard and pressed it still more firmly against herself. Having insinuated the funnel between the clenching, soft lips she began to push it into herself gently but firmly. A sharp gasp of pain burst from her involuntarily when she felt some remaining shred of her torn hymen rip but she gritted her teeth with determination and forced the thing further and further into her vagina.
The further it went into her the more the inflamed lips smarted and burned but she persisted resolutely until the bulging mass of the chimney was such that she could push it no further. With the thing thus embedded firmly inside her boy she eased herself off the edge of the bath very carefully and sank down into the steaming water once again. When the free end of the funnel submerged abruptly there came a plopping burst of air bubbles and, a moment later, the sensitive lining of her cunt was tingling as the hot water gushed in and flooded her. She then drew the chimney half way out so that could get at the sperm sodden crevices and began to jerk herself slowly back and forth. The water gurgled and slopped as it flowed in and out of the other end of the chimney carrying with it enormous quantities of semen which writhed and twisted in the clear water.
Finally to complete the operation quite thoroughly, she inserted a long, narrow bottle brush into the funnel and jerked it back and forth so as to dislodge any clinging traces of semen. The hard bristles rubbed on the tender lining of her pussy with an incredibly keen and wholly delicious sensation so that her desire was aroused and her feminine juices began to seep forth inside her once again.
She was beginning to succumb to the pangs of voluptuous ecstasy when she pulled the funnel free and rose quickly to her feet. Her eyes were heavy with the sultry langour of desire, her breasts were once more heavy and swollen with sensuous anticipation while her smarting slit twitched convulsively as if in passionate impatience.
Tremendous though her 'fuck urge' was at that moment, fiercely as she was tempted to masturbate and thus find relief Thedra struggled grimly to quell her erotic excitement. She was determined that, henceforth, nobody but her lover should have the right to arouse and then screw her cunt. She felt that her vagina was now dedicated to him and to him alone and that she must preserve herself for him against the ministrations of her own fingers or other pricks!
Gerald had followed his young mistress down from the attic at a very leisurely pace. He felt contented and filled with a sense of well-being such as he had known infrequently of late. Entering the study he discovered Annette busily at her typewriter with a small stack of manuscripts neatly arranged on one side of the machine while on the other was the original from which she was working.
Her flesh young loveliness delighted him as he stood gazing at her for a moment. She had not heard him enter the room, the sound being obliterated by the noise of her machine. She looked deliriously cool and neat in a smart little yellow frock with spashes of green. It was drawn under her as she sat at her desk and his eyes glowed as they dwelt on the smooth curves of her rounded little ass Which was clearly out-lined by the tight drawn frock. So close did the material cling to the supple curves of her asscheeks that the tempting line between the springy cheeks was plainly visible. Her shining hair fell in neat, wavy lengths about her shoulders and her pretty face wore an expression of profound concentration as she tapped away.
She gave a little exclamation when he touched her lightly on the shoulder and immediately jumped up from her chair blushing rosily.
"Did I startle you, my dear?" he asked in a very genial tone of voice.
"Oh no! N-no ... sir," she stammered in that softly submissive voice she always used now.
He took up the fresh sheets of manuscript and pored over them with a thoughtful frown on his face as he seated himself behind his desk. Annette stood meekly awaiting his comments, her hands hanging loosely at her sides and her whole attitude was one .of abject submissiveness so that when Gerald finally looked up at her he was strangely stirred by the girl's appearance. Her flawless, spring fresh beauty excited him as much as did her air of being utterly obedient to his every Whim. This feeling of having limitless power over the lovely young creature never failed to arouse him to an inordinate degree but at that moment, with his prick and balls fully appeased, it was his sadistic instincts which were stimulated....
The frown on his face deepened as he pushed the manuscript onto the desk before him and sank back in his chair.
"Get me a cigarette, Annette," he said abruptly. His eyes followed her unblinkingly as she hastily did his bidding and then stood at the side of his desk once more. He looked up at her intent little face, one eyebrow cocked desisively.
"This isn't a very good effort at all, my dear," he said pleasantly but the undertone of menace was not to be mistaken. Annette's face paled and she was about to speak when he silenced her with a wave of his hand. "No ... it certainly ISN'T up to the standard I require from you but we'll spend the next few moments in putting you right. For instance, here...."
The young girl listened attentively for the next twenty minutes while he smoked his cigarette and went over every page She had typed that afternoon. At last he threw the rustling sheaf of papers onto his desk and looked up at her with a dark scowl. "Well? Have I made all that quite clear to you, Annette?"
"Y-yes, sir, very ... clear," she murmured in a meek voice.
"You know ... you're looking extremely pretty and attractive this afternoon, Annette," he murmured.
It was the abrupt and totally unexpected change of subject as much as the pretty compliment itself that flustered Annette. She blushed and trembled in confusion, too startled to speak for the moment.
"I-I'm very g-glad you t-think so, sir," she stammered her eyes beginning to light up with happiness.
"Yes, I do ... so much so, in fact, that I can't help feeling that it would be rather pleasant to see you with some-if not all-of your clothes off."
"OH! Sir!!" The choked little exclamation was demonstrative of Annette's surprise ... and pleasure. That she was also pleasantly embrassed and confused by his words was made clear by the scarlet flood creeping into her cheeks. She shivered and her arms stirred nervously at her sides then she suddenly glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the door. When she looked down at him again her eyes were sparkling lustrously. Her reactions to his words pleased Gerald immensely and he favored her with a smile.
"The door is NOT locked, my dear," he said softly.
"But ... Oh sir ... Thedra ... or Jean might...." she was stammering when he interrupted her.
"Yes, Thedra or Jean might walk in but then-why SHOULDN'T they, my dear?" and his smile was mocking now.
"Sir ... sir ... I don't mind ... you ... seeing me ... that way ... but I should feel awful if the other girls knew that you want to see my titties and cunt," she Whispered unhappily. At this his smile vanished completely and his manner was icy. "That's quite enough of that nonsense, girl. If you're told to strip stark naked you will do so regardless of any other factor."
"Oh yes! Oh yes, sir ... Yes!" she panted her eyes misting with tears as she grew more agitated every moment.
"In that case, my dear, just WHY should you feel such a ridiculous fear of the other girls seeing you bare? I should rather imagine that, being girls like yourself, they should be fairly well acquainted with the structure of the female body and
PARTICULARLY the pussy and tits. Is that not so Annette." He leered. "Did you never play various games as a child Annette? Games of 'mother and father' perhaps? Didn't you ever expose yourself to the eyes of your young girl friends ?"
"N-no sir, n-n-never!" she cried miserably and it was obvious that she was suffering torments of shame and mortification from his questions. This realization along with its implications inspired Gerald with a devilish idea. "Annette, I've just deeded that it would be a very good idea if we had Thedra in here right away to give you a cunt examination. Jean could act as her ... assistant." The girl stared into his blandly smiling face with shocked dismay written all over her suddenly pale features. She gulped several times and the tears sprang from her eyes in real earnest.
"Oh sir! Please! ... PLEASE! not that ... oh no ... I couldn't bear it ... I'd be ... so ashamed," she cried in an anguished voice. Her eyes dilated, swam with an expression of shame, and misery as she watched him lean forward across his desk and press the small red button to summon the housekeeper. Seeing then that her protests were futile and that he was determined to subject her to the embarrassing ordeal, she covered her face with her hands and began to sob her heart out.
He sat there watching her with a malicious smile on his face enjoying her agonized distress until there came the gentle tap on the door, and Thedra entered the room. Fresh and sweet from her bath, dressed in a clean frock and with her hair neatly brushed she seemed a vastly different person to the aching, bruised and sperm soaked young creature who had left him in the attic little more than an hour before. Her manner was as grave and respectful as ever but she couldn't keep the faint tinting of a shy blush from her cheeks when her lover smiled at her.
"Ah, Thedra, is Jean still busy in the garden?"
"Yes, sir," the girl murmured lowering her eyes. She paid no attention to the lovely girl who stood beside his desk with her face buried in her hands, shuddering convulsively as the racking sobs choked out of her.
"Good. Would you be so kind as to fetch her here please? See that she washes her hands very thoroughly, will you?"
"Very good, sir," Thedra answered and withdrew.
Hardly had the door closed upon her than Annette had suddenly thrown herself to her knees at Gerald's feet. Clutching his legs with shaking hands she raised her tear-streaked face. "Please ... PLEASE, sir ... don't let them ... don't make me suffer such an awful indignity. Please. I'll do anything else for you ... ANYTHING if only you'll spare me this frightful outrage. It's so awful ... their fingers will open me up as if I were an animal ... they'll see ... oooh! Please, sir, please. I beg of you ... don't let it happen ... please."
Gerald listened to this impassioned outpouring in silence gazing down at the distraught girl with an amused smile on his lips. When the words trailed off into choking sobs of helpless despair he calmly raised one foot, pressed it between the bulging mounds of her heaving breasts which were so clearly out-lined by her frock and thrust her backwards. She went sprawling on her back with a wailing cry of anguish then rolled over onto her belly and lay there shuddering convulsively, the thin frock pushed half way upon the gleaming, tapering columns of her nylon clad thighs.
Without another glance at her, Gerald rose to his feet and commenced to clear the surface of his desk of everything that lay upon it. He had only just finished when there came another tap on the door.
"Come in," he called and turned to face the two girls who entered at his bidding. He saw Jean's face light up with consternation when she saw Annette lying on the floor and sobbing wildly in her wretched despair. Jean raised startled eyes to his face and he smiled reassuringly.
"Come in ... close the door, my dears," he said very softly. Jean's eyes returned rather wonderingly to the prone, shuddering body on the floor as she walked across the room at her sister's side to where their employer awaited them.
"Is there-anything wrong, sir?" Thedra asked when she stood before him. How difficult it was for both of them to accustom themselves to this sudden return to formality after the delirously shameless hours of fucking in the loft!
"Oh no, there's nothing wrong-radically, my dear," he said cheerfully. He swung around to stare down at Annette's shaking form. "Annette is acting in that very theatrical manner simply because I have decided that she must submit to your giving her a thorough-very thorough-pussy examination, Thedra."
"Oh-I see," the housekeeper exclaimed looking rather surprised, while Jean, with the ingenuous forwardness of her youth, did not hesitate to voice her inquisitive interest.
"A-what, sir?" she asked, looking puzzled. Gerald looked questioningly at the older girl. She nodded faintly and he smiled gratefully.
"A pussy examination, Jean."
"But what IS it, sir, I've never heard of it before."
"No, I expect you haven't my dear," he murmured sympathetically. "Actually, it's just a simple form of examination which lots of girls have to have from time to time."
"Only girls, sir?" Jean asked looking deeply interested. Gerald nodded.
"Yes, only girls. You know, of course, Jean, that girls have cunts while boys have pricks, don't you?"
The young girl's face colored and she glanced quickly at her sister who was intent on the prostrate body of Annette. "Y-y-yes ... I ... well ... I know, sir," she murmured breathlessly. Looking at her then Gerald had a shrewd suspicion that in the absense of the other two girls, Jean would have shown less signs of embarrassment and an even keener interest in the subject.
"You're SURE that you wish me to tell you all, Jean?" he asked quietly, "after all, there's no REAL need for you to know at all. You can help your sister quite as well without understanding what it is she's actually doing."
"Oh-but I want to know all about it, sir, really I do," she cried earnestly. He laughed at her serious manner and leaned back against the edge of his desk.
"Well, its really quite simple, Jean, and there isn't a great deal to it. These pussy examinations are usually performed by doctors and mid-wives for any one of a thousand different reasons. The girl's pussy is dilated with special instruments and inspected by means of a special light or else merely the fingers are used-wearing rubber gloves. It doesn't hurt as a rule but-as you can easily imagine-it's extremely embarrassing to the great majority of girls who have to have it done to them." Jean nodded uncertainly and she looked extremely perplexed. Her forehead wrinkled and she stared at Gerald with big, solemn eyes.
"I-I-I suppose you'll think me an awful dunce sir, but I'm afraid I-I just don't know what a-pussy is, sir." Gerald looked sharply at the young girl's face. He had a definite suspicion that while she was literally telling the truth in one respect, she had already guessed that it was the cunt to which he was referring.
"You don't know, my dear?" he asked mildly. Jean nodded her head quickly ... rather too quickly and emphatically, he thought and smiled to himself. "Well, my dear, I thought you'd have guessed that a girl's pussy is a fairly long passage in the front of her body and the entrance to which is the hair covered hill between her legs."
He winked at Thedra who was trying to hide her smile of amusement as she glanced down at her sister's face and noticed the expression of obviously simulated confusion.
"Oh ... I see, sir," she breathed in a low voice. There was a long silence during which Jean seemed to be inwardly digesting this piece of information and during which Thedra and her employer exchanged conspiratorial glances. Then the younger girl looked up quickly, her face only faintly suffused with a blush.
"And ... that's what you want Thedra to do to ... Annette, sir ... with me to ... help her?"
"That's right," he nodded soberly, "D'you WANT to help or would you prefer not...?"
"Oh no, I'd really love to help, sir," she exclaimed more earnestly than ever. Then she gave him a curious little look the meaning of which he couldn't quite understand. "Are you going to stay in the room ... while we're examining Annette's pussy, sir?" Her glance was pensive as she looked at him in thoughtful silence. "We'll have to take most of her clothes off won't we, sir, her panties especially ?"she murmured softly, as if thinking aloud.
"Yes, she'll have to be bared from the waist downwards," he agreed solemnly.
"So you'll be able to see her pussy, won't you sir?"
"Yes, that's very true. But then, I must remind you, Jean, that you ALSO will be able to see-everything."
"Oh, but that's not the same thing at all, sir," she exclaimed decisively, "Thedra and I are girls ourselves ... we know all about the way Annette's made ... her pussy ... and it won't be of much interest at all. But ... well ... you being a man, sir, well ... it's rather different isn't it?"
Gerald's amusement was increasing with every moment of this discussion. Jean's ingenuous manner, her air of mature gravity delighted him no end, but he was careful to maintain an outward semblance of mature sobriety.
"Yes ... you're right, Jean. I'm afraid I hadn't thought of it in that light." He sighed heavily and gave the dark-eyed girl a rueful little smile. "So I suppose I'd better go and leave you three girls to yourselves hadn't I?"
Thedra gave him a bewildered look upon hearing this. She was completely taken back by the way in which he had meekly permitted the fourteen year old girl to assume tacit control of the entire situation. His final admission left her baffled while the suggestion that he should leave the room was something that left her utterly speechless! In the meantime, Jean was as cool and self possessed as if she considered it entirely natural for her to be directing matters.
"It's very nice of you to be so honest, sir," she said, "to admit that it wouldn't be quite proper for you to see Annette's pussy," her eyes began to twinkle, "but you sound awfully-disappointed, sir! Would you-REALLY-like to stay and ... watch?"
"I-I I'm afraid ... that . ... well ... YES ... I think I would," he admitted looking extraordinarily shame faced like a schoolboy caught scrawling four letter words. To his astonishment Jean greeted his words with a saucy little laugh and When he looked at her eyes they were sparkling with impish merriment.
"I thought you DID, sir," she cried with a gurgling little laugh before her expression turned to one of mock-reproach. "Men are awful like that ... where pretty girls are concerned ... always wanting to see their tits and pussies!"
"Gerald could no longer supress his amusement at this but burst into roars of laughter in which Thedra and her sister soon joined.
"So I have Madamoiselle's permission to remain during the operation?" he cried gaily.
"Of course you have, sir," the little imp giggled and giving him a look full of provacation so that he couldn't resist the impulse to give her a slap on her shapely ass which was alluringly defined by the tight blue jeans she was still wearing. She squealed with laughter and now the atmosphere in that quiet study was one of uninhibited freedom and hilarity in which Gerald easily resumed command of the situation.
He was quick to perceive that much had been gained (on a long-term basis) by his genial indulgence of the pretty Jean. She had revealed herself as being a charming little pixie at heart and-even more important-certainly far from feeling any aversion towards him as a man.
He restored the balance of things by glancing quickly at his wristwatch.
"Right, my dears, it's getting time for tea and I'm feeling hungry," he said briskly. "Lets get on with our ... duties, shall we?"
The three of them flocked around Annette Who had continued to lie face downwards during their recent conversation.
"D'you want her to lie on the floor there while we ... examine her, sir," Thedra asked.
"No ... I've cleared the top of my desk and you can lay her on that. You'll have plenty of light from the windows and she'll be more-manageable. Jean-you take her feet while your sister lifts her by the shoulders."
The two girls promptly bent to do his bidding but the moment Annette felt the hands touching her she was galvanised into frenzied resistance.
"No ... No! I won't let you! ... leave me alone!! Let me go! No ... you shan't ... NO!!"
Shrieking and sobbing like a creature demented she rolled over onto her back and tried to scramble to her feet all the time hitting out at the two girls with her clentched fists. Her pale tear streaked face grew livid with passion and her streaming eyes were wild with the fury of her despairing terror. Thedra and Jean had the greatest difficulty in clutching hold of the thrashing arms and legs and even when they had done so their victim's violent struggles made it very difficult for them to keep a grip on her.
Gerald stood calmly watching the three girls struggling in front of him. The sight of Annette's shimmering nylon legs kicking wildly free for a moment, the dainty frock falling back about her waist to reveal the frothy whiteness of her panties, the straining columns of her firm, young thighs banded half way up by the deep, dark band of her stocking tops and then creased by the taut black fastenings of her garters all delighted him intensely. He continued to watch with an expression of sardonic pleasure on his face until the moment when Annette succeeded in freeing one ankle from Jean's strong little fingers. The shapely limb waved, twisted and bent frantically before suddenly straightening and catching the younger girl flush on the chin. Jean staggered back with a cry of pain, loosening her grip of Annette's feet and at the same moment, now able to devote all her attentions to breaking Thedra's grasp of her arms, the shrieking girl jerked her whole body convulsively and broke loose.
Sobbing hysterically her lovely golden hair flowing about her shoulders in wild dishevellment she was about to spring to her feet when Gerald leaped forward and seized hold other. She screamed and struggled with renewed violence but her slander body was utterly poweress in his iron grasp.
"You're going to pay dearly for this," he grated savagely as he swung her bodily off her feet and carried her over to the desk. The other two girls sprang to his aid immediately, Jean with her mouth looking puffy and red. Annette's cry rang through the room more loudly than ever as she was dumped face downwards upon the cold, polished wood of the desk and while Gerald held her firmly with both hands on her neck and ass, Thedra and Jean seized their chance to grab hold of her arms and feet once more.
At that point all fight went out of the hysterical young creature and she lay there sobbing and moaning while her whole body shuddered convulsively with the force of her wracking sobs.
"Have you got her, my dears?" he asked the two panting girls. They nodded affirmatively and he stepped back from the desk. He smiled indulgently when he noticed that the two captors were now getting a little of their own back by the simple expedient of grasping their victim's quivering limbs with far more force than was at all necessary. Annette groaned and trembled in pain as she suffered cruelly into her arms and ankles. "We'll have to turn her on her back won't we, sir," Thedra asked quietly. He smiled.
"Just a moment, my dear. Jean-would you be so kind as to take Annette's panties off? Push her frock as high up her back as it'll go."
"D'you think it'll be safe for me to let go of her ankles, sir?"
"Don't worry, my dear, it will be perfectly safe. This pretty but disgustingly naughty girl has already begun to regret her foolishness of a few moments ago and she is going to behave herself now-aren't you, Annette?"
"I-I ... oh yes ... yes, sir," came the sobbing, muffled answer.
Reassured, Jean wasted no time in doing his bidding. She gave him a roguish little grin, her dark eyes sparkling with an "I-knowhatyou're-waiting-to-see" look in them as she bent over the prostrate figure on the desk and began to push the yellow frock high up the quivering back.
"Lift your belly, Annette!" she snapped curtly when the folds of material were trapped under the victim's stomach. Groaning with mortification the older girl obeyed and then Gerald's eyes were reveling in the milky-white skin that acquired a delicate silky sheen as the light poured strongly over it from the tall windows behind the desk. The long, undulating curve of the spine dipped and then rose until it was hidden by the waist of the girl's white lace panties. But almost immediately, its continuity was revealed when Jean thrust her fingers beneath the elastic waist of the dainty panties and, with obvious relish, dragged them down to reveal the curving domes of the tender white ass.
Annette groaned in an agony of shame as she felt her ass being bared with such ruthless efficiency by the younger girl while Gerald's eyes glowed Ike hot coals as they roved excitedly over the sweet lines. The springy cheeks were pertly moulded, their curves tenderly rounded, almost opulent in their lush fullness and the deep cleft which separated them was darkly mysterious with its tantalizing suggestions of the warm feminine secrets they guarded. He could see now that there was a classical grandeur in the sculptured lines of her upper thighs as they swept sleekly down from the creases of flesh at the base of the ass. The supple firmness of them enchanted him and he couldn't keep his eyes from them, standing there in deep silence for two or three minutes in rapt contemplation. Finally he roused himself with a start.
"Get hold of her ankles again, Jean, and Thedra, get a good grip on her arms will you?"
The girls obeyed him watching with curious eyes as he reached behind him to his hip pocket and pulled forth the heavy riding switch he had discovered in the attic. Both of them drew sharp hissing breaths as soon as they saw the ferocious looking weapon. There wasn't a sound as he calmly took up his position a few feet from the desk and flexed the arm with which he was going to wield the whip. He was enjoying the fascinated looks of horrified delight which Thedra and Jean were bestowing upon the whip.
"Are you ready now, my dears?" he asked mildly.
They nodded quickly and Jean appeared to be about to say something and then changed her mind.
"You must both watch-this-very carefully," he said slowly glancing from one to the other. "I should advise you to remember this little scene at all times in the future when you feel inclined to be disobedient or to displease me in any way at all. Annette is going to suffer very severe physical pain, my dears, and THEN she is going to suffer equally acute MENTAL distress from the pussy examination which she is going to undergo. Just remember, my dears and YOU particularly, Jean-that it could quite as easily be one of YOU lying nude and helpless on that desk and awaiting the first cruel cuts of this whip."
Annette began to sob and moan imploringly as she heard his words. The muscles of her pretty ass rippled beneath the alabaster skin and her gleaming back quivered as the clammy fingers of icy dread tore at her tensed body. But she was too dazed with shock to make any other form of resistance. He swung his arm up and back then paused to watch Thedra get a grasp of the slim wrists she was holding, the shapely arms drawn out to their fullest extent above the victim's head, the hands locked firmly together. Jean was pressing down with all her weight upon the close-pressed ankles, rising on tiptoe at the side of the desk so as to throw as much weight as possible onto the captive limbs. Between the two girls, Annette's half-nude creamy loveliness was stretched like a beautiful white thread with the upper torso wreathed in the thick folds of her dress. From the small of her back to the tops of her stockings she was deliciously nude save for the narrow back band of her garter belt about her waist.
At that moment Gerald uttered an exclamation of impatience and lowered the whip.
"Jean-would you be so kind as to unclip her garters from her stockings. Tuck the straps up beneath the belt out of the way. We want as much of her pretty white skin accessible to the whip as possible, don't we?"
Again the fourteen year old girl left her position to carry out his commands and when she moved back once more the full extent of Annette's asscheeks and upper thighs were stark naked. He nodded quickly and swung the whip up.
WHOOOOSH! ... CRA ... C K!!
Annette screamed shrilly as the tough leather hissed through the air and sliced savagely across her ass. Gerald had aimed the cut so that it would strike just a bare inch above the base of the spine where the curves began their flowing upward sweep into the domed curves of the delicious ass.
WHOOOOSH! ... TH-W-A-AACK!!
"ARR-RR-RR-RRHHH! ... OOOHHH !!!"
Again the blood chilling, frantic screams rang through the room as the leather bit viciously into the tender flesh landing a bare half-inchabove the first cut, the exact path of which could now eagerly be seen as a long, rosy-red stripe of color began to blossom ruddily upon the creamy skin.
"OWOH! ... OOHHH!! ... AA-A-AHH!!
WHOOOSHHH! ... C-R-A-A-CK! Please! Stop!"
The ear-splitting screams bore eloquent testimony to the frightful sufferings the helpless victim was being made to endure. Again the stinging leather sliced its brutal path across the sweet flesh which seemed to bounce and jiggle like rubber under the shattering force of the impact. Now there were two brilliant lines of color flowering ruddily upon the white skin while the third was already beginning to become visible as he swung the lash up again.
WHOOOSSHHH!!! ... CRACK!!
"NOO! ... AR-R-RRHH!!! oh please ... OOHH!"
Both Thedra and Jean had to tighten their grasp still more as the victim's limbs began to jerk and shudder convulsively under the scalding stimulous of the diabolical pain. Both girls were staring spell-bound at the pert little ass with its bright strips glowing redly across the tender curves. If the radiance in their eyes was anything to judge by then they were enjoying this ferocious torture as much as Gerald was! WHOOSHH! ... CRA-A-ACK!
Like one possessed, Annette shrieked with all the strength of her lungs, the high pitched sound reverberating through the room and covering the sounds of Gerald's harsh breathing as he exerted every ounce of his strength in sending that slashing leather whistling down across its delicious target. The jutting taut mounds of those lacerated asscheeks exercised a powerful stimulation on his senses as he watched them being striped time and time again by the viciously biting thong. There was added excitement in the sound of the victim's anguished screams and cries and the fluttering movements of her helplessly rigid young body. He thrashed the whip up and sideways with relentless rhythm, aiming each cut with surprising skill so that they banded the ass in neatly parallel lines of glowing scarlet.
After five minutes of this frightful torture, Annette was no longer capable of screaming as she had done at first. Not only was her throat parched by her incessant cries but the sheer, searing strength of the hideous agony seemed to paralyse her vocal cords so that she could utter only hoarse, rasping sounds that gurgled thickly in her throat.
WHOOSSHHH! CRACK!!
"GGGRRRHHH!"
This last cut, delivered with enormous force behind it, gouged its way across the bulging undersides of the trembling asscheeks only a fraction of an inch from the two little furrows of ripely folded flesh which marked the juncture of thigh and buttock. Gerald lowered the whip to his side and passed the back of his hand across his sweating brow. When he looked up at the two girls he immediately thrilled to their expressions of shining eyes, admiration and respect. He smiled complacently and tossed the whip onto a convenient chair.
"I think-that-should take-care of the-wilful young woman-and teach her to-behave herself-in-future, my dears," he panted. They could only nod their eager assent then they looked down at the lacerated body across the desk without any trace of compassion on their faces. Annette's low, throbbing moans mingled with deep, wracking sobs aroused no sign of pity in either of the sisters-on the contrary....
"Shall we turn her on her back now, sir?" Jean asked with unmistakable eagerness. He nodded.
"Yes, we may as well get on with the examination now, my dears. Be sure to keep her dress well up under her armpits though."
"We shall ... you needn't worry, sir," Jean laughed saucily. Annette's groans and whimpers of pain grew louder as if in protest as she was jerked over onto her back with little ceremony. Hardly was she lying prone than Jean shot her employer a sparklingly mischievious glance and then giggled merrily when she saw that his eyes were already riveted in hot concentration upon the victim's beautiful cunt.
"She looks pretty like that, doesn't she, sir? Tho' I must say I just CAN'T imagine what men find so interesting in that part of a girl's body. I think it's rather ugly myself."
Gerald grinned at the child's animated chatter while he continued to scrutinize the exposed twat with keen delight. Here was a direct contrast-with the luxuriance of Thedra's cunt-curls. Tiny curls blossomed in demure abundance on Annette's pussy and the dainty little hairs were exactly the same glinting golden bronze shade gestion of classical femininity in its domed fullness ; round and smooth and plump, it nestled between the round thighs like a fledging. The virgin-tight slit had a delicate lining that was a deep tender rose color which reminded at once of the petals of a fleshy flower. Altogether Annette's cunt delighted him with their suggestion of fragrant, girl-sweet tenderness that would shortly blossom into a mature ripeness of gracious womanhood at his bidding and under the influence of his prick's penetrations. He was conscious of wanting to get down upon his knees and to thrust his face right in her pussy and to suck it avidly, clench his teeth strongly into its resilient fullness as though it were a dainty fruit. But he was too conscious of the sisters watching him at that moment. The subtle refinements of sensual enjoyment were not to be enjoyed other than at complete leisure in the cozy sanctuary of a bed.
"Thedra-I'll hold her arms in position while you attend to her. Jean, you move around to this side of the desk-here-level with her shoulders. Now, lean forward across her and when she raises her knees as she's going to do in a moment-I want you to place a hand on each and press them well apart so that Thedra can have a clear view of what she's doing. He and Thedra changed places and the housekeeper gave him a tender look as she passed him as if to assure him that she had no objection to his enjoying the intimate nakedness of the victim's cunt. As she took hold of the cool, slim wrists and dragged them out above her head again Ger aid looked down into Annette's face. She lay there with her eyes close, her face all streaked with tears and twitching convulsively from mortification of her position as well as the throbbing fury of her smarting asscheeks. An inarticulate sound of mute protest was drawn from her when Gerald curtly commanded her to open her legs wide and to draw her knees right up.
"Oh sir ... please ... it's dreadful ... I can't bear it!" she wailed brokenly.
"Do as you're told, my dear, or you'll get another taste of the whip-across the FRONT of your body," he sad threateningly. With an anguished groan, twisting her head to one side in her shame, she did as he ordered her. Never in all her life had the young girl felt so physically sick with the sheer degradation of her feelings. Never had she felt so ruthlessly exposed to the eyes of other human beings as she did at that instant When her smooth, nylon-clad young limbs flexed their shapely lengths and then rose quiveringly in the air. Her moans of bitter debasement became even louder when she was made fully conscious of her exposed state by the feel of the cool air flowing into the suddnly opened hole of her cunt.
She felt Jean's hands close over her kneecaps and urge her legs still further apart until she was groaning and sweating with the pain of tautly stretched tendons and muscles.
"Now, Thedra, if you'll be so kind...."
She gave him a quick little smile and nodded before bending forward and slipping her hands between the columns of Annette's beautiful thighs. The victim cried out in a choking voice and he saw her flat belly heave convulsively beneath the constricting band of her garter belt when she felt the other girl's finger tips inserting themselves carefully but deeply between the tight lips of her virgin cunt.
Thedra hadn't a very clear idea of what was demanded from her but she could easily discern her lover's primary intention of causing Annette as much embarrassment and distress as possible. The soft, smooth flesh inside the entrance of the pussy showed not the slightest hint of lubricating moisture and Thedra's fingers rubbed harshly over the hot, dry flesh as she drew the lips further and further apart. Her nostrils caught the subtle feminine perfume, a vaguely pungent muskiness as she opened the cunt still more. When the elastic soft flesh would stretch no wider and she was actually staring at the dull crimson flesh that -lined the inner portals to the girl's vagina, Thedra began to work her index and second finger into the tight sheath.
"What is she like, Thedra?" Gerald asked. His mistress looked up at him peering over the heaving whiteness of Annette's belly.
"She's extremely tight, she is obviously a virgin."
"Good," he murmured.
"But she's very, very, clean in every respect."
"You're quite satisfied that she's never allowed a man to fuck her-seriously, my dear?"
"Oh yes, absolutely, sir," the housekeeper exclaimed emphatically. "I can hardly get my fingers into her...."-Gerald silenced her quickly with a warning look towards Jean who was now leaning forward over Annette's belly and peering down to watch what her sister was doing.
"Is she-wet, Thedra?"
"No ... she seems to be unusually dry, sir. Perhaps that's what making it so difficult for me to get my fingers inside her."
He frowned. "Yes, that's very likely, my dear. I think that, under the circumstances, we might dispense with your probing too deeply Thedra. It would serve no useful purpose. But the main thing is that you've actually held her pussy-open and looked inside her." He looked down at the moaning girl who was now crimson with shame. "D'you hear what I'm saying, Annette?"
"Oh sir! ... Oh! ... OHH!! ... this is dreadful...." came the anguished groan and he smiled with satisfaction at the evidence of her distress.
"As a beginning I think this has been most successful, my dears. Alright, Annette, you may get down off the desk now and make yourself a little more presentable."
The young girl obeyed him in frantic haste but she cried out in pain and her face contorted with agony when she tried to stand erect on her feet. To the unceasing burning in her tortured ass there was added the numbness that had crept over her legs while she was being 'examined'. She had to cling to the side of the desk, biting her lip to choke back the groans. Gerald himself eyed her with unconcealed amusement as he seated himself on the edge of the desk and took out his cigareete case.
"There are one or two points to be made quite clear before you leave this room, Annette. In the first place, from now on you will not wear ANY panties at all in this house. You may wear the rest of your clothes-bra', slip, girdle and so forth but NO panties. Is that quite clear?"
The girl's pain-wracked festures froze into a mask of horrified dismay. "B-bbut, sir ... I-I-I ... oh I c-c-couldn't go about I-like that!" she wailed, her mouth puckering as fresh tears of shame welled into her eyes.
"You can and you WILL, dear Annette. Let me catch you just once with panties on under your dress and you will regret it for the rest of your life, I can assure you." Ignoring the girl's protesting sobs he went on, "furthermore, this examination is to be repeated at frequent intervals."
This announcement produced an even more furious succession of heart-broken sobs and Annette buried her crimson face in her hands as if to blot out the very thought of this further debasement of her helpless body. Gerald looked at Thedra.
"Thedra, my dear."
"Yes sir?"
"As from today I am making you personally responsible for seeing to it that Annette has her pussy thoroughly examined just as often as you think fit-even if it be four or five times a day. Whenever she is free from her work with me and you yourself have a few minutes to spare you will carry out the examination wherever you happen to come upon her-whether it be in the bedroom, kitchen or garden. You're to stand no nonsense from the girl-merely order her to lie wherever is most convenient and proceed to examine her pussy. Should she resist or refuse you in any way then call me and I will-er 'induce' her to be more co-operative. Tomorrow I shall instruct you in the use of a syringe which I have brought and it will do also for your duty to irrigate her cunt night and morning with an antiseptic solution. This will become even MORE important after I have fucked her you understand."
"Yes, of course, sir, I understand perfectly," she murmured.
"Is Jean to continue as my assistant, sir?"
"Well, I think we can let the young lady decide that for herself," he smiled and he looked questioningly at Jean.
"Oh yes, sir, yes ... I'd love to help Thedra, sir," she cried eagerly.
"Good ... excellent ... I hoped you'd be just as enthusiastic as you look and sound, my dear." Then he glanced quickly at his wristwatch again. "Dear me, we've spent much more time here than I'd intended. We'd better go and see about tea at once." They waited a moment while Annette smoothed down her creased dress with trembling hands and combed her hair back into some semblance of 'tidiness with her fingers. When they left the room the victim was pushed ahead of them and she walked stiffly like an automaton, her face a mask of sheer misery.
CHAPTER TWO
During the next two days, Gerald really began to work on the first of his rejected manuscripts. He drove his docile secretary relentlessly and the young girl was given little time to dwell upon her frequent humiliations and the modifications which she had to submit to at the hands of Thedra and her sister. Her day began with a thorough douching which shocked and revolted her to the very core of her being but there was nothing to be done about it and she could only endure it as best she might. Upon entering her employer's study at eight-thirty sharp she would find him waiting for her with the day's work stacked upon his desk in readiness for her. He was reverting to his old routine of working all through the night hours so that the dawn of a new day found him with a sizeable pile of completed chapters ready for typing.
As soon as she entered the study and had bidden her employer good morning, she moved across the room and placed herself before his desk. After their exchange of greetings no other words were spoken. She awaiting the slight nod of his head and then swiftly pulling her dress up to her waist to reveal her white loins naked and without panties. Another brief nod and she let her dress fall into position. But, when she seated herself at her desk she had to clear the dress from beneath her shapely ass before sitting down. Gerald had been quick to notice on the first occasion of his secretary's seating herself pantiless at her desk that she flinched and drew a quick, sharp intake of breath as her bare ass pressed down upon the cold, chilling surface of her chair. On that first occasion her action had been inadvertent and she had jumped up quickly to tuck her dress under her. But Gerald, realizing the cause of her discomfort, immediately decided that henceforth he was going to have the pleasure of delighting in her acute discomfort each morning and so now the girl had to pull her dress well up, letting him see her asscheeks before seating herself gingerly upon the leather padded seat which never seemed to lose its iciness.
It was more than true to say that Annette was now living in a state of almost incessant mental agony. Degradation was heaped upon humilation until she felt she would never again be able to look any of her companions in the face. There were even moments of mad desperation when she all but yielded to impulse to flee from the house during the night. But the weakness of her own character betrayed her; she was incapable of making such a vital decision and besides ... the threat of that savage whip haunted her dreams at night. So she suffered in silent submissiveness as best she could.
Gerald made no new attempts upon Thedra's body. For him, the very essence of sexual pleasure was the voluptuous dalliance of anticipation and this was particularly true of his feelings towards Annette. The young girl was in his company for as much as twelve hours a day, they were alone together in a quiet room where they were perfectly safe from unwanted intrusions and the girl herself, as he knew only too well, was as eager to be fucked as he himself was ready to fuck....
Several times he heard Jean making saucy remarks about what she termed her sister's 'silly look'. This was a reference to Thedra's expression of pure contentment which invariably manifested itself in a secretive little smile Which lurked about her ripely loose lips and was accompanied by a dreamy, faraway look in her eyes. The young housekeeper was, in fact, still reveling in the voluptuously enjoyable sensations of feeling and knowing herself to be now a fully matured woman instead of the inexperienced virgin she had been. Her body felt deliciously free and supple and she was unceasingly conscious of the newfound feeling of openness in her cunt. Her pussy felt vibrantly alive and responsive to stimuli which had previously been beyond it.
Gerald was none too certain in his own mind as to Whether or not Jean's womanly intuition had furnished her with the true explanation of her sister's unusual behavior. He sometimes imagined that the younger girl gave him sly little glances that were full of knowingness particularly when she would suddenly transfer her gaze to Thedra and then chuckle very softly....
But since her cherry had been broken the pretty housekeeper had elevated her seducer to even loftier pedestals than he had previously occupied in her mind. There were times when the naked adoration in her eyes as she looked at him was so obvious that it was by no means likely that Jean had also noticed. In common with so many of her sex, the young girl, once released, prostrated herself as a devout disciple of the prick cult. She was shameless to the virile power of the male penis, the glorious, carnal animal which had transposed her from slumberous innocence to voluptuous awareness of the exciting potentialities of her titties and cunt. Indeed, her waking thoughts were now continually colored by this awareness and more so since she had got into the habit of applying a soothing, antiseptic cream to the torn flesh of her cunt openings. Hitherto she had taken only a very perfunctory interest in her pussy but now, as she examined her genitals every day, she was discovering things about her bodily structure which had so far escaped her attention. It is quite possible that had the young housekeeper not been so wrapped up in her ardent devotion to Gerald, had she not been so passionately anticipatory of receiving further fuck-sessions, then she might easily have developed a neurotic preoccupation with her own beautful body now blossoming radiantly under the influence of her newly aroused senses.
It was the morning of the third day after Annette's flogging when Gerald, having assigned his secretary a stack of work which would keep her occupied for the rest of the morning, entered the kitchenette where Thedra was pre paring vegetables for dinner. She swung around with a little cry of joy at the sound of his entrance. Jean being safely out of range in the garden, the housekeeper threw down the scraper she was using and rushed to throw her arms about her lover's neck. They kissed passionately and as she felt the fierce strength of his arms about her, Thedra became lost in ecstasies of anticipation of being screwed. She was speechless, her heart snging when she held him and he smiled gently into her flushed face.
"I want you to come up to my bedroom, darling," he said softly.
"Oh darling-yes-of course ... I've been waiting so impatiently for this!" she cried excitedly. She blushed for her own shamelessness but her eyes held his unwaveringly as she said it.
"Come along then," he laughed, kissing her quickly again.
Thedra's knees were trembling and weak with excitement when they entered his bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him and then led her over to the bed. He sank down on its edge and pulled her down at his side and at once she turned her radiant face to his.
"D'you want me-to-get-undressed for you, darling?" she whispered in a quivering voice.
"No ... at least ... not until I've had a talk with you, my pet."
Thedra's face fell and she pouted in her dejection but she was sufficiently aware of his being her master not to object in words. She resigned herself to her disappointment as best she could and consoling herself with the fervent hope that she would not long be denied the delight of feeling his cock stiff within her pussy again.
"Thedra, I want to ask a little favor of you. I want you to do something for me if you will."
"You know I'd do anything at all in the world for you, Gerald," she murmured earnestly with mild reproach in her voice.
"Good. Well, as you know, I've forbidden Anntte to wear any panties from now on-and I want you to do the same."
The housekeeper giggled, her cheeks coloring as she nodded, "Of course I'll do that for you, darling, though I must say it'll make me feel like an awfully-bad-woman to go around like that." They both laughed and Thedra hoped that that was to be the end of the conversation. Her hopes were dashed when she saw Gerald lighting a cigarette, frowning thoughtfully as he did so and not making any move to seize hold of her as she was longing for him to do.
"I didn't think you'd have any serious objections to doing that for me, Thedra my dear," he said presently, "But that wasn't the favor I wanted to ask of you. It's about Jean...."
Thedra looked slightly startled, "Jean, sir?"
"Yes ... I'd very much like her to dispense with wearing panties also. Have you any-er objections to the idea, my sweet?"
"Oh no, sir, certainly not. The house and grounds are so wonderfully private that we could all go about with a stitch of clothing on for that matter."
"Yes, I've been thinking about that as well, my dear, and I must say that it's a very pleasant idea, one which greatly intrigues me. However, we can hardly plan anything like that for the moment on account of Jean and it's really with that in mind that I'm going to ask you to do me this favor, Thedra. The first step is to persuade Jean not to wear panties."
"Yes ... I see, darling," the housekeeper said doubtfully.
"You don't seem any too happy about the idea, my sweet. D'you think Jean will refuse point blank? After all, with the house and gardens being so private surely the child's not going to feel too shy-you can point out to her that, under the circumstances, undies of any description are more or less unnecessary." you know-girls often feel extremely sensitive about wearing panties."
"What d'you mean, my love?"
"Well, it isn't easy to explain it to a man, darling, but a girl who is perfectly bare under her dress feels much more naked than if she were entirely nude. She feels sort of-well-defenseless and ... and vulnerable. Jean's dresses are rather short-as mine are now-and its almost certain that when we are busy scrubbing or stretching up for anything ... that ... well ... we'll show off our asses and twats. We'd feel so uneasy and uncomfortable all the time. I don't mind for myself, darling." she said hastily noticing the look on his face. "You've already seen every bit of me and I simply love to think of your wanting to ... see me whenever you feel like it ... but Jean's young and, well, she might feel embarrassed to think that you could see her cunt. But I must say I'm not too happy about the idea of Annette and my sister seeing how awfully hairy I am. It certainly wouldn't be as much of a thrill for THEM as it is for you, darling. Girls just don't get any kick out of seeing each other's pussies."
"Ah! That's where's you're wrong, my dear," he cried triumphantly, pouncing on her last remark. "Girls can and DO get a great deal of pleasure not only from SEEING each other's cunts but from playing with them as well!"
Thedra's expression was one of blank bewilderment upon hearing this. She gazed at him wide-eyed in sheer incredulity. "B-but darling, I-I-I don't see ... HOW they can...." she stammered.
He chuckled and patted her thigh as he leaned towards her. "It probably DOES sound rather preposterous when you hear about it for the first time but please believe me when I tell you that's the absolute truth. In fact, you may be just as surprised if not more so, to know that there are quite a number of girls who acutally PREFER cunts as partners in love AND they derive just as much pleasure and satisfaction from pussies as other girls do from pricks."
"Gosh! I wouldn't have dreamed...." Thedra's voice tapered off into silence and for a moment she was lost in deep contemplation of what she had been told. There was no question of her doubting that Gerald was speaking the truth in telling her what he did ... much as it baffled her and rather distorted her previous concept of fucking. She raised wondering eyes to his face after a few moments and he could see that she was now burning with an avid desire to learn all she could about this strange subject...."Gerald, I-I-I'd love to know just how it can be done ... two girls ... I mean."
"Bravo! That does you a credit, my dear, and I can't tell you how delighted I am with you. Now we really WILL be able to have fun together. I want all THREE of you girls to feel 'naughty' inclinations towards each other and if you handle things exactly as I tell you we'll soon be living in a perfect paradise of pleasure together. My ambition is too see all four of us fucking and sucking together in the sunshine with out a stitch of clothing on us. We'll be absolutely free and uninhibited ... so much so ... that eventually ... you'll all be perfectly ready to let me fuck each on of you out there on the grass, in the warm sushine. We'll be perfectly safe from prying eyes, there won't be a soul within miles to see anything and even if there WERE somebody on the other side of that hedge they STILL wouldn't be able to look through it."
"Oh, darling! Gerald! what a wonderful idea!" the girl breathed in a quivering voice and the hectic flush in her smooth cheeks was matched with the sparkling excitement in her eyes.
"You really-approve then, my sweet?" he smiled. She nodded eagerly, wordlessly and then her face seemed to shadow with uncertainty. "Does that mean that you want to-fuck-Jean as well, dearest?" she murmured anxiously. His eyes were watchful, his expression calculating as he stared at her and then nodded sombrely.
"She's very, very pretty, Thedra, and I'll be perfectly frank with you-I've had my eye on her-to screw her-ever since I first met her. I think it's only fair that I should be honest with you about it, my dear." She smiled gratefully though her eyes were as nervous as ever.
"Thank you, darling," she murmured softly after a moment. "I-I-I'd already thought about that actually-I realize it was almost certain to happen sooner or later. It's the most natural thing in the world that a healthy virile man should want to fuck a girl who's quite pretty and not too badly shaped ... especially when she's living in his house and is easily accessible all the time."
"So you haven't any objections, my sweet? You can see how essential it is that she should screw if we're all to be quite free to enjoy ourselves. The sooner she's had her cherry broken and becomes an experienced young woman like yourself the sooner we can realize my dreams of a perfect paradise. Another thing, my pet, she's bound to be screwed sooner or later and at least, if I have the pleasure and the priviledge of doing it, you can be perfectly sure that she'll have her body opened with the absolute minimum of pain and discomfort. She won't be brutally raped and left with a permanent aversion to men and fucking-as could easily be the case if, later on in life, she got into the hands of some swine who was an unscrupulous as he was inexperienced."
"Oh yes, my darling, that's very true. I'd certainly MUCH prefer that YOU should screw her ... just as you've done with me. I think it's rather nice in a way that two sisters should be fucked by the same man-it sort of-well ... gives them a very intimate bond ... a sort of mutual sympathy and understanding that they wouldn't share in any other way or to quite the same extent." Thedra's brow wrinkled in a deep frown, "There's just one thing. Jean's well, she is rather young and you naturally can't be expected to wait until she's sixteen. You'll probably want to fuck her before she's even fifteen-and that's what worries me a good deal. I mean ... well ... supposing she become pregnant by you...."
"Yes, pet, go on," he mrmured when she seemed at loss for words. She took a deep breath and plunged on.
"What I am trying to say is this, darling; so far as Annette and myself are concerned it does not really matter HOW many babies you make us have. But in Jean's case there'd be all sorts of inquiries wouldn't there and you might get into serious trouble because of her being so young." Gerald said nothing for a moment but concentrated upon lighting a fresh cigarette. He jetted the smoke down his nostrils and hs eyes narrowed. "Have her periods started yet?"
"Yes, darling, almost twelve months ago."
"Hm! I see. Tell me, darling, what would YOUR feelings be towards ME if Jean DID become pregnant?"
"I'd ... oh darling ... you know very well that I'd do everything I possibly could to shield you!"
"You wouldn't perhaps ... HATE me ... because of her being so young and your sister as well?"
"Good heavens NO, darling," she giggled saucily, "As a matter-of-fact I'll be terribly surprised if you don't fertilize her the very first time you go inside her."
"Is she-very tightly made, Thedra?"
"You mean in her twat, sweetheart?"
The housekeeper nodded emphatically and for some reason which Gerald couldn't fathom then she began to blush hotly. "Yes, she IS, very tight indeed, Gerald. I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't get fully inside her the first time. You may have to stretch her-gradually."
"If she'll let me, that is!" he grinned. Thedra laughed gaily at that and gave him a roguish look.
"I don't think you need worry too much about THAT, darling. I think you'll find her completely willing to let you screw her and suck her tits and do what you like with her."
He was tempted to pursue that particular statement much further for it obviously promised rich rewards but for the moment there was far more important matters on hand.
"This business of you girls having babies it demands careful thought, Thedra. As a matter-of-fact, it was my original plan to use contraceptives...."
"Oh darling ... no!" she pouted with surprising vehemence. "You mean you wouldn't ... come ... inside us at all so's to keep us from having babies?"
"Well-not quite that, my dear. I'd still be able to come in you but there'd be a rubber cap over the mouth of your womb to prevent anything happening to you."
"Ugh! I should hate that, darling," the girl cried with an exaggerated shudder and screwing her face up in a look of fierce repulsion Gerald laughed.
"You're a bare-cunted by inclination, eh?"
"What an earth does THAT mean, Gerald?" she laughed.
"Just a girl who likes her man to shoot his sperm-in a manner of speaking."
"I certainly DO! Oh Gerald-honestly, my darling-you've absolutely no idea of the thrill a girl gets when she feels the man's semen flooding into her. Its almost as lovely as screwing, you know?"
She leaned toward him and clasped the massive hard-on in his trousers. At the same time, she brought out her huge titty with the large strawberry nipple which she shoved into his mouth. He sucked the nipple and pulled her tit while she rubbed the huge prick in his pants. They continued this way for awhile until he noticed that she was really getting hot. He gave her nipple and final suck and then said, "Just a moment, sweet. We were talking about contraceptives weren't we? Well, the other day, as you know we didn't use anything because I was in too much of a hurry. I couldn't have waited long enough to fit the necessary cap inside you if my life had depended on it. Since then I've been thinking about it and the tremendous amount of pleasure we can have without anything to interfere. So now I've changed my mind AND I've also thought of an even better reason than the one just mentioned for you girls becoming pregnant. God knows but with three women in the house, plenty of room to spare for a nursery and so on and no shortage of cash it should be easy enough to take care of the babies. Also-and this is my REAL reason for wanting you girls pregnant-with three healthy young mothers in the house we should be able to dispense with the services of the milk-man entirely don't you think my dear?"
Thedra stared at him, eyes dilated, mouth gaping in amazement. Then she doubled up and began to shake with laughter. "Oh Gerald! Honestly, darling," she gasped wiping her streaming eyes on the hem of her dress. "What on earth will you think of next? Treating three well-bred young girls like a herd of dairy cows! Oh gosh! I'd never have dreamed of such a thing in a thousand years of fucking!" Her eyes twinkled impishly: "Will I have to use it in our tea and so on?"
"That's up to yourselves entirely," he laughed, "But, seriously my sweet, what, d'you think of my idea ?"
"I think its unbelievably naughty and therefore-very nice, Gerald!" she laughed huskily, "But goodness, darling, who's going to milk us and how d'you do it?"
"We can take turns at that and its easy enough to do. You simply squeeze the titties and press the point of the nipple between thumb and forefinger. The milk squirts out and-there you are! You girls will soon get the knack of it and whenever necessary you'll be able to draw your own milk quite easily. By the way, I hope you've left off wearing that abominable scarf about those pretty little breasts of yours?"
"Of course, darling," she cried, "I haven't touched the thing since you tore it off me. It doesn't matter now about trying to look older than I am and, to make up for my cruelty to my breasts, I've been treating them very carefully indeed this last couple of days. My nipples have become slightly inverted so I'm smearing them all over with lactic jelly, rubbing it well into my finger so's they'll blossom into their proper shape. D'you want another suck, Gerald?" she asked saucily and the provocation in her dancing eyes was almost too much for him.
"Please, my dear, we still haven't settled one or two points yet," he laughed. "I honestly think you're doing your level best to seduce me, young woman."
"Oh Gerald! Please ... wh-when?" she breathed pleading into his ear making it only too clear what she was seeking. "Oh really! You ARE horrid at times," she scolded, "You know perfectly well what I mean so ... WHEN?"
"AHH! I see, my love. You mean ... when am I going to ... fuck you ... again?"
"Oh yes ... when are you going to fuck me again?"
He caught hold of her by the shoulders, his eyes glittering with feverish lust that roared through his senses inflamed by the provocative throb of girlish passion in her voice. "Why the impatience, my love, why are you so keen to be screwed?" he muttered thickly. Her smoldering eyes were proud with the shameless defiance of her cunt need of him.
"Because now-since you've explained that wonderful idea of yours to me-I want to be the first girl in milk for you, darling. It's a really lovely notion and-funnily enough I think I've heard or read somewhere that the milk from a young mother's breasts is a certain remedy for-what d'you call it ... impotence!"
"Yes, I've heard that too," he murmured starting to fondle her quivering breasts which were full and firm. "But ... impotence is a man's lack of cock-juice and I don't think I've much to worry about on THAT account, d'you?"
"You certainly haven't," she giggled merrily and shuddering with delight as she reveled in the feel of his strong fingers groping over the springy mounds of her breasts. She pressed closer to him, arching her body so as to force he breasts still more tightly into his cupped hands, "But ... before long ... you're going to have not one but THREE girls to keep fertilized, darling, so you MIGHT need something to keep your strength up mightn't you?" she giggled again, "Wouldn't it be horrible if you sort of dried up just when the three of us were really beginning to enjoy ... being fucked ... and wanted it?"
"It WOULD be disastrous!" he chuckled thickly, "But ... hey! you talk about wanting to be the first girl in milk for me; I bet you're already pregnant. What about the load of sperm I shot into you the other afternoon? Good heavens girl, I must have come at least five times and semen was simply RUNNING out of you by the time we'd finished! If quantity is anything to go by you should have quads inside you by now!" To his surprise the girl looked rather confused.
"I-I-I'm afraid I sort of ... rinsed myself out in the bath ... afterwards, darling,' she confessed ruefully, "I thought you wouldn't like me to become pregnant at once. I'm very sorry now but I suppose it's no good crying over spilt milk. Just inject me again and I'll let it stay inside me. Gosh! Gerald, won't I look funny with a great big belly sticking out? I'm dying for it to start swelling up."
"You ARE?" he murmured and she nodded shyly. "Alright, my angel, we'll have a little fuck now before we go downstairs again but we'll have a REAL party up in the loft tonight. You looked perfectly adorable up there in the sunshine light so now I want to see you-as soon as Jean and Annette are in bed-and get stripped in readiness."
"You want me bare ail over, don't you?" she asked. "Not even shoes and stockings like the other afternoon?"
"Not a stitch, miss! The mattress will be laid out ready and you can stretch out on it and while you're waiting you can rub your cunt to make sure that you'll be wet and open for me when I come up. I'm going to fill this flat little belly of you's to the very brim, young woman. You're going to get a pint of sperm squirted up you besides ... other ... things as well!"
"What ... other things, darling?" she whispered.
"Things that'll seem rather-dirty-at first and which may hurt ... just a bit. But you won't mind that will you, angel?" he teased. The girl pouted dewy red lips and kissed him.
"It won't be much use will it, darling? You'll make me screw you more then, wouldn't you. I suppose I shall have to lie there stark naked, with my legs wide apart so's you can see right inside me. You'll push that huge cock of your's right inside me and work it up and down until you flood me with a huge load of hot ... sperm and you'll keep right on fucking me until you've made sure you've given me a baby. Oh! I suppose I'll just have to let you screw me because you're so terribly big and strong with such a big cock and I'm a mere slip of a girl. You'll end up by making me into a thoroughly depraved young girl without any trace of decency!" This charming piece of dialogue was delivered in a babyish, mock-plaintive tone and was accompanied with prim little glances full of feigned reproach. Her manner lashed his already tempestuous feelings of raging lust into white hot incandescence. He clutched her breasts with much feverish urgency so that she groaned with the delicious pain of it and she reveled in the feel of his hot fingers clenching upon the cool mounds of her nude breasts.
"That's exactly what I DO want you to be, you dear witch! I want you to cast out every last shred of shame, embarrassment and girlish hesitancy. Be utterly lecherous, act like a filthy minded floosie who can think of nothing but her cunt and titties and the prick and balls of her lover and the innumberable ways they can fuck to give the wildest, most intoxicating pleasures. The more shameless you are the more I shall love you!"
"Not in front of the others?" she cried in alarm yet trembling with the force of the excitement with his vibrant, passion laden voice aroused in her.
"Now that is one way you can really help me, my sweet. You can set them an example and if you do it properly they'll probably start to imitate you. Leave your panties and your bra off al together. Wear your dresses still shorter ... less then knee length. You SHOULD wear short dresses in any case with the lovely legs you've got ... they look so cool and slender and fragile yet enchantingly shapely as well. Let Annette and Jean see that your breasts are quite naked under your dress let them catch a glimpse or two of your hairy cunt. If they say anything then simply tell them they ought to do the same ... you can even tell them that I told you to say that if you think it'll do any good. But let them see that you don't care in the least how much you're showing your twat and tits. This gloriously hot weather is a good excuse too if an excuse is needed! Tell them that it's far too hot for a girl to wear many clothes ... especially when we're so secluded here and safe from being seen by anybody outside."
"Oh dear!" she sighed, "you ARE putting a lot on me, aren't you, Gerald? Making me betray two innocent members of my own sex and one of them my own young sister?"
"But-you'll DO it, sweet?" he asked hoarsely. She laughed tenderly and nodded her head.
"You know I will, my dearest. Gerald please-can't we fuck now?" She fell back across the bed with her milky white arms out-flung and her breast heaving violently as she rose juttingly in all her creamy beauty from the gaping neck of her low-cut dress. The nipples were like two sharp pointed little berries, red and juicy with desire and seemed to beg for the touch of his lips upon them. He couldn't have resisted her any longer had he wanted to.
"Slip your clothes off, my pet, everything, we're quite safe in here,"
"he murmured in a choking voice and with a joyful little cry she sat erect and slid her feet to the floor. While the girl hurriedly undressed Gerald crossed to his dressing table and opened a drawer. He came back to the bed holding a small round box in his hand. His eyes flamed hotly when he beheld Thedra standing at the side of the bed with her nude white body stretched tautly erect. She was standing on the tips of her toes, the muscles of her shapely calves standing out in flexed roundness under the silky skin. The swelling fullness of her thighs drew his eyes irresistibly to the metalically glinting profusion of thick black hair on her cunt while her curvaceous ass jutted impudently with the long sweep of her smooth white back. With her shoulders braced back, her womanly breasts were thrust forward in all their creamy loveliness, the hard tips of them pointing upwards and away from each other. As he watched, the girl gave him a slow, sultry little smile of wanton invitation and raised her hands to cup them about the firm tits. Then, with a mischievous little laugh she sprang forward, throwing herself full length across the bed.
"Hurry up, darling, I can't wait to be fucked !" she cried breathlessly as she rolled over onto her back and opened her beautiful, slim legs to their fullest extent.
His eyes were glued hotly to the animal darkness of her twat as he began to tear off his clothes. Thedra laughed drunkenly as she saw the direction of his glance and then plunged both hands between her legs and began to comb the lustrously glinting hairs away from her slit. The raw flesh of her womanly cunt revealed itselt, the tight lips glistening with the hot moisture already seeping from her as ecstastic anticipation rioted through her.
"Is THAT what you want to see, my darling?" she laughed saucily. Then she squealed in girlish excitement as she suddenly saw the monstrous stiffness of his swollen penis rearing nakedly before her eyes. "Gerald! ... oh darling ... it looks ... glorious ... incredible!" she cried her voice slurred by the intensity of her delight and adoration.
Clad only in shoes and socks now he hurled himself on the bed at her side and then rolled on top of her in one swift movement. She gasped rapturously, her bare arms laced themselves about his neck and as she felt the wiry brush of his loins titillating the sensitive insides of her thighs she heaved her love-damp loins up to meet him. A gurgling cry of ecstasy choked from her as she felt the ferocious thickness of his prick cleaving its powerful furrow between the satuarated lips of her cunt.
"Is-it-still-tight-enough-for-you, darling?" she panted thickly.
"God! ooooh!! Y-Y-Yes!!!" he groaned through clenched teeth as the rubbery soft ring of her pussy oozed grippingly about his throbbing cock and tantalized the sensitive, tight-drawn skin. Then the Whole length of her steaming vagina was clasping itself about his fucking prick but, almost immediately, she became so smooth and open that he could hardly feel her at all.
"Darling ... oh Gerald ... it feels ... heavenly ... it's so nice I can hardly bear it," Thedra murmured in a swooning voice and he could feel the vaginal muscles fluttering and palpitating as they squeezed his hot dick. Almost at once, seeming to take him unware, his semen began to spurt in great boiling gushes. The intense voluptuousness that poured over his whole being at that instant was so catastrophic in its blinding intoxication that his senses reeled. He was barely aware of spurting the jets of sperm into the girl's twat. He seemed to be hanging suspended from the end of a gleaming, electric thread and surrounded by a roaring blackness shot with dazzling slivers of light. Thedra's hands slid down to his straining ass as she felt the first scalding semen leap into her. Clutching him with fierce strength she held him down upon her writhing body at the same time jerking her hips upwards as if striving to get more and more of his virile cock inside her. Only when she herself was overcome with the delicious orgasm and her arms seemed to have the strength drained out of them by the delicious raptures of her ecstasy did she release her grasp of him and lie there writhing and moaning.
"Darling ... I didn't dream you'd come so quickly," she whispered several moments later when both of them had regained some sort of mental equilibrium. "You'd hardly slipped it into me before it started to pour out of you. There was an awful lot of it too, I feel soaking wet!" The sharply pungent aroma of his semen hovered about their sweating aching loins and emphasised the truth of her statement.
"I was too worked up, my dear, I just could not hold it back," he admitted, rolling off her, "Were you disappointed?"
"Yes-I-I was, Gerald. I was hoping ... you know ... that we could fuck for about ten minutes before you finally flooded me."
"Little glutton!" he laughed tenderly and bent his head to nibble at a pert nipple. "Shall we do it again ?"
"Gerald! Oh gosh! ... CAN we, darling?" she cried breathlessly, her eyes shining like stars.
"Have a look for yourself...."
The naked girl levered herself up on her elbows and peered down the length of their close pressed bodies.
"Oh gosh! Prickie is as stiff as ever!" she cried excitedly. She blushed slightly as she gazed admiringly at the raw, inflamed nakedness of the stiff cock with its great flanged nut uncapped and the whole blood red length of its majestic bulk glistening wetly with the womanly juices of her cunt.
"Just one thing before I get inside you again, my darling. You're so sopping wet inside that I can hardly feel you at all. Get me a clean handkerchief from the dressing table and I'll swab you out before we start again."
With one bound she jumped up from the bed and hastened over to the drawer he indicated. She came back to the bed with an adorable swing of her supple hips and juggling movements of her taut tits so that he could hardly keep his hands off her and wanted to drag her down to his side once more. She handed him the clean handkerchief and watched curiously as he folded it, doubled it and then wrapped it tightly around his index and second finger. Then he swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the floor. "Put your foot up on my knee ... either one will do."
She obeyed him in breathless silence placing one dainty foot on his knee and steadying herself with a warm hand gripping his muscular shoulder. Her head fell back limply, her eyes closed and she sighed deeply as he first combed the sticky curls away on either side of her cunt and then pushed his stiffened finger into her vagina. For a moment the linen material of the handkerchief was bitingly cold on her hotly throbbing cunt but the sensation swiftly passed as it began to absorb the prolific juices of her cunt. Her supple hips quivered and she moaned softly under her breath as he first one way then the other sopped up the warm flow that was streaming from her. He plugged the improvised swab deep inside her until his knuckles were pressing painfully against the springy plumpness of her pussy, arched his fingers around inside her again and then withdrew them. The linen was discolored in its saturated state and the subtle, feminine perfume of the moisture was rich in his nostrils. "Just once more and then you ought to be dry enough," he observed in a thick voice.
"Please be quick, darling, I'm dying for your cook again," she whispered impatiently. He chuckled but this time he swabbed her out much more rapidly using a fresh area of the handkerchief. The distended flesh-soft cunt excited him intensely with its fluid like resilience while she was so hot inside that he could feel the burning heat of her vagina through the sodden linen.
At lest he withdrew his fingers and peeled the saturated handkerchief from them. Thedra immediately moved to throw herself down upon the bed again but he restrained her by catching hold of one huge breast.
"No-we'll try it a new way this time, my pet."
"Alright-any way you like Gerald, but please be quick!" she cried.
"Sit on my lap-with your legs outside of mine."
Trembling in her eager haste the girl did as he told her, straddling his hairy thighs with her smooth young hips. The silky profusion of curls on her pussy titillated his flesh as she sank down guided deftly by his strong hands gripping the rounded curves of her hips.
His straining penis needed no guidance in finding her cunt and they both gasped with fierce pleasure as they felt pussy and cock flowing smoothly together. She let him draw her right down on his lap until her satiny warm asscheeks were pressed upon his limbs and his throbbing prick was deeply embedded inside her twat.
"Ooooohhh! ... its nice this way, Gerald!" she laughed shakily as she wriggled her hips from side to side in order to feel the enormous prick better. He made no reply but heaved himself further back upon the bed and drawing her with him until the backs of his legs were pressed hard against the edge of the frame.
"Stretch your legs out alongside my hips now," he muttered thickly, sweating with passion as he reveled in the clinging tightness of her pussy.
"Can you feel me-properly-now, Gerald?" the girl asked anxiously, as she swung her long white legs up and closed them until they gripped his hips.
"Perfectly, my sweet, you're like the advertisement now-'Not too wet and not too dry'." She giggled happily and threw her arms around his neck. Dragging his mouth against her own moistly open lips she pushed the springy mounds of her hard-pointed breasts against his hairy chest and rubbed them back and forth tantalizingly as their mouth mashed hungrily.
"Go on-darling-fuck me now please," she whispered thickly as their lips parted.
"Now just one moment, young woman. We can sit and enjoy the feeling of being together while I ask you the particular favor I mentioned before."
"But I thought you'd asked me darling," she cried.
"I did NOT, young lady. I was side-tracked by other discussions."
"WELL ... oh Gerald ... please don't keep me waiting TOO long," she groaned impatiently. He laughed and squeezed her swollen breasts. "What's the matter with THIS, eh? You've got it right up you, my cock is as stiff as a bar of iron and you've already had one injection."
"I know darling," she pouted deliriously, "But I want to feel your cock moving up and down in me as well."
"Like ... THIS?"
She squealed in delight as his fingers suddenly clenched like taldns upon the elastic softness of her naked ass and at the same instant he heaved his dong up three or four times. The girl moaned ecstatically as she was raised bodily in the air and her distended loins bore the full brunt of his powerful jabs.
"Yes! ... Yes! Like that! Darling! Ooooooohh!!! That feels ... AAHHH! ... wonderful ... Oooohh!! Please don't stop now ... go on! Again! ... Aaahh! Again ... FUCK ME!"
They were both reduced to a state of dizzy and palpitating helplessness by the exquisite pangs of rapture that tore through them with each of those fuck lunges. Thedra fell forward limply against him, her white arms twined about his neck and as a particularly savage thrill tore at her straining loins she sank her teeth deeply into the rounded curve of his shoulder. The fierce pain immediately fired him with a frenzy of lust. His violent jabbing movements increased their tempo and power so that Thedra cried out in a swooning little voice and strove to widen her thighs for him so that he could get still further in her cunt. Clinging to each other with furious strength, absolutely overwhelmed by the blinding excitement and delight, they gave themselves up completely to enjoyment. Her vaginal ring gripped him like a hotly plastic circle and he choked graspingly as the delicious spasms wracked his straining prick, "Don't-let-it-come-yet-Gerald," she panted urgently. He was already becoming conscious of the electric tingling sensations of the root of his huge cock. With a supreme effort of willpower he overcame brutal insistence of his animal instincts and sat quite still, panting heavily and with the perspiration trickling down his face.
"Darling-what's the matter! Go on! Please!" she gasped jerking impatiently upon the engorging stiffness of his dick.
"If you don't want my sperm-right now
-we'd better-take a breather my sweet, and we'll talk about-this favor of mine. If I keep on fucking you as madly as I was doing j ust now then I won't be able to prevent shooting my load."
"Ooohh! Alright...." she breathed regretfully.
"You see that little round box on the bedside table, Thedra?" he asked. She nodded. "Well
-that contains ... itching powder."
"Itching powder?" she repeated in amazement and he chuckled.
"S'right ... I think it would be rather useful in persuading Jean that panties are useless things for her to wear now."
"Oh Gerald-you mean...?"
"Yes, my dear, I want YOU to sprinkle some of that powder on the crotch of her panties tonight. In the morning we ought to see some fun!"
"Poor Jean," Thedra giggled sympathetically but not sounding too serious about it. "I'm glad it isn't ME. I bet it'll feel simply awful ... a girl's naturally so sensitive in her pussy. How long do the effects last, Gerald?" she asked curiously.
"Oh-not long-about a quarter of an hour I think."
"Gosh! Oh Gerald! That's long enough for her to rub herself sore! What a wicked idea ... you naughty, cruel wicked man!" She giggled softly, her eyes alight with adoration as she kissed him lingeringly.
"There are better things yet to come, my dear...."
CHAPTER THREE
Gerald was yawning, his body glowing with the comforting warmth of appeasement and temporary release when he left his bedroom half an hour after Thedra had scampered downstairs to her kitchen.
In his study he found Annette seated industriously at her typewriter though she stopped as soon as he entered the room and rose respectfully to her feet as she always did now.
"Alright, my dear, carry on," he exclaimed cheerfully, and seated himself at his own desk to spend a reflective ten minutes in reviewing the events of the past hour. He was more than delighted by the eager willingness Thedra had displayed in consenting to co-operate with him in carrying out his fuck-designs.
There had been unpleasant moments of doubt for him when he made the first tentative approaches to the matter of taking Jean's cherry. Nothing could have been more natural, he realized than that the older sister should have rebelled very strenuously against his designs and sought to protect her younger sister from his sensual desires. Even a passionate, hot natured girl such as Thedra had shown herself to be under his skillful power when confronted with screw-intentions regarding her sister.
But it had NOT been as he had feared and he smiled to himself with the delicious anticipation of the exciting future which was now his. Sitting back in his chair to light a cigarette, he let his fingers linger possessively upon his secretary's trim little figure. She was wearing a very smart little summer dress of dove-grey silk with dainty trimmings of crisp, white lace around the collar and short sleeves. Her creamy, delicately curved bare arms moved swiftly to the tapping rhythm of her fingers on the keys of the typewriter. She looked cool and neat and extremely efficient and the pride of possession burned hotly within him as he stared at her.
With every day that passed, he was becoming increasingly aware of Annette's desire for his prick. Shyly hesitant glances from her clear blue eyes in which her feelings shone nakedly; her docile manner towards him which was obviously as much an attempt to arouse his aggressive male instincts as it was a token of her desire and even occasional touches of her hands on his body all pointed unmistakably to the lovely secretary's state of mind. But Gerald was also aware that the girl's passionate yearnings for him were fundamentally emotional and mental rather than physical. For Annette, the act of being possessed, of being fucked and fully initiated into the sublime state of cunt-wanting cock would mean the end of the physical and emotional vacuum in which she felt herself to be living in the meantime.
At the beginning she had consented more or less readily to his proposal that she should permit him to have her cherry for the dual purposes of satisfying his sexual needs and of providing him also with the required stimulus need ed to 'ginger up' his writing. Having adapted herself to the idea of being fucked by him, it came as something of shock to find that Gerald was far from displaying the masculine desire for her which she had anticipated. Before her first interview with him was concluded Annette was quite tranquil in her acceptance ef the idea that she would be screwed that night. She had been surprised when her new employer had actually come to her bedroom, seen her naked and after spanking her with that awful ruler, had calmly walked out and left her to spend the night in a state of the most acute physical discomfort and emotional bewilderment. The spanking had been severe and she had suffered a considerable amount of pain, but at least she was already learning to school herself whereby she could accept philosophically any form of physical treatment which Gerald decided to inflict upon her.
It was rather more disconcerting to discover that-apparently-her fresh loveliness was not so irrestibly alluring as she might have thought. It was therefore with feelings of immense relief that she heard his explanation of his continued restraint towards her; it seemed reasonable enough that Gerald should wish to organize his new household and get it running quite smoothly before he turned to the distractions of fucking. Yet, day's were passing and still Gerald made no attempt to screw her as she expected to be and the effect produced was one of ever-increasing doubt and consternation. She felt herself to be a stranger in that household, personality without any clearly defined aim, direction or purpose. She could only establish her true emotional identity, begin to feel herself as being an accepted and recognized component in the lives of her employer and companions when he himself had set the seal of his absolute physical possession upon her by breaking her cherry and truly fucking her.
Her attitude towards screwing was of great curiosity rather than active desire. She anticipated that there would be pain the first few times ... the girl's at her finishing school had warned her about that when they discussed the subject among themselves. But that in itself did nothing to discourage her impatient longing for a good fuck.
And Gerald, his intuitively shrewd writer's mind accurately assessing all this, derived a malicious pleasure from deliberately curbing his own impulses thus condemning her to a state of suspense and uncertainty until such time as he felt inclined to screw her cunt.
Meanwhile, there was added pleasure to be had from frequently arousing her hopes, dangling the delicious prick temptingly before her and then abruptly snatching it away again!
"Annette!" he said sharply in the curt, authoritive tone he nearly always used when addressing her in the study. The clatter of the keys was instantly silenced and she swung around quickly to face him and rising to her feet as she did so.
"Yes, sir?"
"Has Thedra examined you this morning?"
"Oh! Y-Y-Yes, sir," she stammered blushing prettily.
"And you have been douched as well?" She hung her head in shame. This was a subject which never failed to shock her delicate sensibilitates.
"Y-Y-Yes, sir," she whispered in such a low voice that he could hardly hear her, yet at the same moment, her heart was beginning to thump with excitement as it flashed across her mind that perhaps his questions were a preliminary to fucking her!
"Come around here, Annette," he said sounding supremely bored. She obeyed him timidly moving around the side of his desk to stand at the point indicated by his outstretched arm. He looked up at her. "Pull your dress up and lets have a look at you." She shivered at the brutal curtness in his voice but did as he said. Once again he found himself staring at the delicious little mop of glinting curls on her pussy which were fluffed crisply as though they had just been brushed. The satiny whiteness of her taut belly and the elegant grace of the thighs nude above the dark tops of her stockings fascinated and delighted him so that his glance became increasingly full of desire as he stared at her. She smelt sweet and fresh, the warm mucky aura of her clean girl scent tantilizing his nostrils with its suggestion of healthy, animal vigorousness.
"Lift your dress higher-higher, girl. For God's sake, this isn't the first time I've had a look at your cunt!" he snapped irritably and her nervous little gasp as she hurriedly obeyed him gave him added pleasure. It was always thrilling to see the look of fright leap to her pale face when he treated her like this. She stood there trembling with her dress pulled so high up her body that he could see the lower edge of her nylon bra.
"Come closer ... let's have a feel at you," he said in a lazy tone and for some reason his casual manner caused her a sudden pang of bitter shame ... It was almost as if he were handling an animal, something of little value and interest to him. But at least her acute embarrassment was off-set to some extent by the spasms of joyous excitement of submitting herself to his touch for the first time. She shivered violently and drew a sharp breath as his strong fingers clenched on her pussy. He squeezed it hard until the tight cleft bulged outwards and the lips opened slightly to reveal the silky red flesh of the inner mouth. He fondled her in silence for several moments and she submitted meekly, willingly, to every intimate touch. He explored her with the tips of his fingers, drew the ball of his thumb slowly up the line of the feminine groove and felt her shudder involuntarily when he brushed the tip of her tensing Clitoris. He glanced up at her face which was now heavily flushed with mounting excitement.
"Does that feel good, Annette?" he asked softly.
"Oooh! Yes! ... it does sir!" she gasped.
"Open your legs wider ... stand with your feet well apart." His glowing eyes watched the shapely columns of her long, nylon clad limbs straddle themselves at his bidding then he carefully hooked his index finger into her warm cunt and drew her closer. Annette let her head fall back limply, her eyes closed as if to shut out everything but the delicious tingling sensation of the man's hard finger delving into her tender twat. Gerald prodded her with the tip of one finger, felt it slide easily between the clenched lips until it was proding at the cherry which he could ultimately break with his own prick. It became painful for the girl but she uttered no complaint and merely bit sharply into her lower lip to supress the groans.
"Alright-we'll waste no more time get back to your work." he cried suddenly jerking his finger out of her. Annette almost shrieked aloud in her protest at this callous treatment of her. With her nerves tightly strung, every fiber of her being quivering and tingling at the delicious anticipation of being wonderfully screwed there could be no more hideous frustration than to be dismissed so lightly. But she knew that protests would get her nothing.
At ten o'clock that evening Jean bade Gerald a rather shy "Good night," and went upstairs to bed. Annette had already retired and he decided that his mistress should now be well prepared to receive him in the attic. He sauntered up to his bedroom, stripped naked and donned a thick dressing gown and slippers. Before belting the garment he paused before the mirror to scrutinize his rigid penis. He fondled it caressingly, smiling gently to himself as he felt the throbbing hardness of it and the animal hotness that seemed to sear his palm-almost as if he were grasping a column of hot water, he thought. Moving noiselessly on his slippered feet he climbed into the attic lowered the trap door and slid the bolt smoothly into its socket. He stared around him in the gloom and was momentarily disappointed to find that there was very much less light than he had expected to find. Possibly the moon had not yet risen and in the meantime-well,-the heavy pall of gloom might serve to stimulate Thedra's body ... He moved forward softly, treading in the direction of the mattress. Thedra had stiffened involuntarily as soon as she heard the trap door being lifted. Her straining ears caught no sound of any other movement and there was something vaguely frightening about the brooding silence of the attic. Her heart began to pound madly against her ribs and her eyes ached with strain. Then suddenly she uttered a nervous little laugh of relief as the sky light above her was suddenly out-lined in cool silver light which swiftly grew brighter and revealed the tall figure of her lover standing only a few feet away.
The girl lifted a bare arm which glimmered softly in the subdued light and then Gerald could see the gentle pallor of her bare body lying before him. He chuckled softly and at once Thedra laughed-though rather shakily!
"You had me frightened for a moment, darling. It was so dark and silent," she giggled reproachfully.
"I thought you'd be-busy-masturbating yourself so I didn't want to disturb you, my pet. Have you been feeling yourself?"
"Yes, darling, for more than half an hour ... I think you'll find me wet enough now," she answered huskily.
He swiftly unknotted the belt of his dressing gown and threw it from his shoulders. His slippers thumped on the bare boards as he kicked them free of his feet. Thedra sucked in her breath sharply for at that moment the big rectangle of glass above her head was filled with strong, clear light which lit up Gerald's naked form. She gazed in fascination at the strongly rearing stiffness of his virile prick poking up from the forest of hair on his loins.
Now that the softer light from the moon was filtering through the window, he could delight in the spectacle of the girl's slender nakedness, lying there at his feet in wanton abandonment. Her feet were drawn right up until the heels almost touched her hairy cunt, the pink soles pressed together. The sprawling black shadow of her pussy was all the more seductive in its animal luxuriance just because he was denied a glimpse of the womanly cleft mysteriously veiled by the shimmering abundance of silky hair. The girl lay with one arm flung nakedly above her head while her other hand was cupped about the jutting fullness of her own taut-skinned right breast. Her belly heaved rhythmically, her sultry eyes glowed as she stared up in admiring fascination at his prick. She was a moonsprite, cool yet hot with her passionate longings and she saw his penis quiver and bulge in response to the stimulating vision of her titties and cunt. He noticed that this time Thedra did not turn her head shyly to one side as though she were experiencing feelings of guilt at seeing his cock in a state of naked stiffness. She was literally devouring him with her eyes, delighting in looking at his pecker and balls. He felt a fierce surge of cock-pride.
As though sensing that he was about to throw himself down upon her, her hand flashed away from her breast as her slim white arm was flung wide and at the same instant her supple legs jerked apart so that they no longer formed a hollowed diamond shape but a broad V at the apex of which her slimy-hot pussy was beginning to palpitate in anticipation of the massive prick. She gave a little cry of excitement when he fell to his knees between her thighs but almost at once, as her arms were reaching upwards to grasp him, he moved again. He scrambled around twistingly on his knees until they were outside her thighs and then he shuffled backwards and she gave a gasping moan of delight as she felt him pressing his face into the perfumed bush of her cunt-hair.
"Darling! Ohh! ... you mustn't ... oh ... darling!!"
He buried his face deeper in the silky fuzz and Thedra felt herself blushing like fire at the feel of his sharp teeth biting through the crisp tendrils of her hair and clenching tenderly on the springy plumpness of her cunt. This was a caress such as she had never dreamed of and there was something deliriously embarrassing in having her lover treat her with such familiarity. She shuddered and moaned softly through clenched teeth all the while straining her thighs further and further apart for him and occasionally heaving her slit upwards against his probing mouth.
Almost without realizing what she was doing she let her right hand brush over the back of his thighs which reared almost on a level with her shoulders. As though drawn by some magnetic force her hand slithered upwards, hesitated for a moment and then plunged eagerly up to his cock. Gerald sighed as he felt the girl's warm and tender fingers closing softly about his penis. He heard Thedra utter a little cry of astonishment....
This was the first time she had ever handled his prick. Previously, reticence had restrained her from making such a movement even though she had burned with a fierce longing to taste the animal hotness of his swollen dong. Tonight, as that inhibition had been charmed away under the magic spell of desire she felt no restraint and wanted to touch his cock and balls.
Thus, it was something of a shock to Thedra to find that her fingers closed, not over a vibrantly hard length of prick, but upon a flaccid cock which yielded like soft jelly to the caressing pressure of her clasping fingers.
"Darling ... its nothing like it was a moment ago," she breathed in an anxiohs voice. Gerald raised his head from her silky bush and laughed.
"You'll soon see why, my pet."
"But ... but I thought you were going to ... fuck me ... at once," she cried. He scrambled away out of her reach and knelt up between her quivering thighs.
"Oh no, my sweet, not YET. I told you I was going to do a few painful and other things to you...."
"Yes! Yes! I know ... you can do anything you like with me but ... Oh ... Gerald ... please ... just slip your prick into me for a little minute ... please!"
"NO!" he said sternly, "Please remember that you're my slave ... I shall decide when you are to be fucked ... d'you understand?"
"Y-y-yes, darling," she whispered submissively in a quivering little voice. "Wh-what are you going to ... do ... to me ... now?"
He leaned forward above her on arms and knees. "I'm going to pee ... all over you and inside you as well, my pet."
The girl moaned and felt ashamed but slowly straightened her trembling limbs in readiness and waited meekly to feel the warm piss striking her. She shivered with sick disgust, reproaching herself inwardly for lying there wanting him to do such an awful thing to her. But underneath these feelings of girlish queasiness she was also conscious of a tingle excitement, a longing to feel him debasing and humiliating her so horribly. Hardly daring to breathe, her eyes wide with dread and expectation, she watched him grope for the dressing gown which lay close to the mattress. From one of the pockets he took a length of thin cord.
"I think we'd better have you tied down your arms at least, my dear. Just in case you're so foolish as to try and stop me doing What I want," he said in a thick voice.
"Oh ... no ... please, darling ... I'll be good ... I swear I will. I'll keep perfectly still for you." Thedra cried in a pleading voice. But her assurances left him unmoved.
"Clasp your hands together above your head and then wriggle back until you feel them touching that iron staple which I took the precaution of hammering into the floor this afternoon. Here...."
Still leaning over her, he grasped her clasped hands and guided them until her knuckles touched the cold metal. She lay shivering with suspense as he moved forward and quickly lashed her wrists around several times with the cord, knotted it securely and then tied the free ends to the staple. Between her thighs once more he grasped her by her nude hips and pulled her downwards so that her arms were stretched tautly above her and her heaving breasts were slightly flattened by the upward drag of her muscles. Even though her legs were still free, the quivering girl felt terribly helpless and exposed as she lay there so utterly at the mercy of the man who knelt above her. She watched with dilated eyes as his hands fell to his hairy loins. Cradling his soft penis in one hand, he used the fingers of the other to peel back the loose skin until the big, glistening head was revealed with its tiny, eyelike hole seeming to leer obscenely at her. He gently rubbed his fingers up and down, occasionally squeezing the flanged head and after a moment of this gentle coaxing she saw the first shining droplets ooze forth, linger jewel-like upon the tip and then drop onto the thick bush of her cunt. A brief pause and then more droplets bigger and more plentiful this time and which somehow or other splashed onto the bare skin of her inner thigh. Then, so suddenly that she uttered an involuntary little exclamation, a thin jet hissed forth arching through the air and splashing onto her belly so that the dimpled button of her navel was immediately brimming with th hot liquid. The spurting stream gathered strength and she felt the deluge pattering and hissing all over her belly and hips and thighs. It was like warm, rain, the spraying softness of it distinctly pleasurable to her senses.
Still holding the jetting penis with one hand, he then groped between her thighs at the same time pushing his knees forward under her ass as he sank back upon his haunches. She felt the cool air flowing soothingly over her hot pussy as he pulled the slippery hot lips apart with his fingers so as to form a small, gaping mouth. He burrowed his knees further forward still so that the springy flesh of her ass cushioned upon his sloping thighs. Guessing what he intended now she gave a whimpering cry of anguished shame and closed her eyes.
While her torso still streamed from the gushing flow that had poured over it he directed the tip of his spurting penis downwards and at once she felt the powerful, hot piss needling strongly into the widely stretched opening of her vagina.
"Gerald ... oooohh!! It's awful ... I please ... no more ... you shouldn't treat me ... like this," she wailed in a striken voice. She heard him give a guttural laugh as he pressed his penis forward until the tip was almost touching the wet hole his fingers were holding open, and at once the gushing sensation of his piss spraying and splashing over her cunt and jetting deep into her vagina became even more poignant.
The flow was beginning to falter when he once more drew back from her pussy and sprayed the hot fluid over her bush, saturating the gleaming curls until they were limp.
Up the center of her body he squirted the hot, pungent pee and she cried out in shocked protest as she felt her taut breast being liberally bathed by the warm piss.
No sooner had he finished than he leaned forward over her with throaty little cries of pleasure and began to dapple his hands all over her streaming skin. The warmth of her body seemed to draw out the full strong animal odor of the urine. The harsh pungency of it mingled with the scent of her sweating flesh and, with hot, quivering hands as though he were trying to rub the peel well into her skin, he began to massage her. Nor was there any relief for her from the hideous embarrassment and mortification when he had finished this obscene baptism of her helpless body. He heaved himself upward and forward straddling her aching breasts which were crushed beneath his sinewy ass. He slid one hand under her neck and tilted her head up. Supporting it in that position, he grasped his limp penis with the other hand and moving still closer to her, skinned the prick head and pressed the tip of it against her trembling lips.
She cried out aloud in horrified protest at the feel of the animal hotness on her lips. Stark disgust made her resist him as she tasted the smooth roundness brushing to and fro across her mouth. But even as she opened her lips to plead with him he pushed the rapidly hardening cock forward and she gave a gurgling, choked cry as it slithered into her. A lithe movement of his hips was enough to lodge the wet dong well into her frantically resisting mouth and at the same moment his hand moved upwards from the nape of her neck to grasp a handful of the hair on the crown of her head. Her eyes dilated, glittering with the light of her mingled shame and disgust as she strove to turn them appealingly upwards to his face. But all she could see was the hairy, muscular belly and chest. She gulped feverishly and felt a strange flavor seeping down the back of her throat. She didn't want to but she found herself clasping her mouth about the throbbing thickness of his cock and sucking as she sought to gulp air into her straining lungs. Her mouth was now opened so widely that her jaws ached for she was desperately afraid of biting too hard upon the rigid flesh and only the taut oval of her trembling lips gripped the pulsating dick.
Gerald moved slightly, easing more of his swollen penis into her, shuddering with delight as he felt the squashy wetness of her mouth enveloping his penis. Under the stimulus of this contact, the prick rapidly hardened and swelled into full rigidity so that the girl felt her mouth being engorged and stretched still more by the enormous cock. He could feel the muscles of her throat movng desperately as though she were striving to reject the fleshy prick and at that, with one quick heave, he pushed the shaft forward until it was almost touching the back of her throat and her lips were being brushed by the crisp curls of his pubic hair.
Thedra's eyes rolled frantically, her breasts heaved beneath his ass as she was forced to take in the full, hard length of his penis. Her throat felt filled to bursting point and she gagged and retched loudly in her attempts to suck the precious air into her lungs. Her face became a livid red-but not from shame or humiliation! Only when she seemed to be in a real danger of asphyxiation did he slowly pull his penis out of her, its huge length saturated with her warm saliva.
He stretched himself at her side and propped himself up on one elbow as he lay there listening to the rasping, heaving breaths she drew. When she had regained her breath she turned her head towards him and their eyes met.
"Gerald ... how could you ... darling," she murmured in a shamed voice, Which was however only mildly reproachful.
"Don't be such a goose, my child. Any girl who thinks anything of her man will willingly suck his penis into stiffness so that they can both enjoy a thorough fucking."
"Darling! You're going to ... fuck me ... now?" she cried happily, all thought of her recent discomfort vanishing at this new and infinitely mor pleasing prospect. "Hadn't you better untie my hands so that I can help you darling?"
"No-I don't think that would be a good idea at all, Thedra" he said slowly.
"But-why, Gerald?" she cried in amazement.
He spoke slowly, and deliberately, When he answered her. "Because, darling girl, you're going to be fucked in a manner which is-to say the very least of it-quite unique. I reckon I'm safe in saying that never since the world began and Adam first fucked Eve, has a girl been screwed in the way that YOU are now going to be." He chuckled throatily as he enjoyed the look of blank bewilderment that crept over her pale face which now seemed lovely in the clear light that poured down upon them from above. Her eyes were limpid pools, her parted lips cool and dewily sleek in the soft light while the rosy tips of her breasts made him think of small rose-buds flushed by sunset. Her smooth-whiteness showed no evidence of the piss bath she had recently been subjected to and its creamy texture was enhanced by the cool, clear light flowing over it. He could sense that she was physically and emotionally tensed at that instant.
"Will it-hurt-me-very much?" she whispered in a very low voice.
"I should be rather surprised if it DOES NOT my pet," he grinned and she mpaned under her breath at the ferocious pleasure in his glittering eyes. As though she had been frozen by his sinister words she lay there in numbed silence and watched him reach for the dressing gown again. From one of the pockets he drew forth a small ball of twine and a pair of scissors.
"Wh-what are y-y-you going to-t-t-to do to me?" she quavered in a sick voice.
"First of all, my sweet wanton, we're going to attach two lengths of this twine to your pretty body."
This announcement caused her no immediate panic but a moment later a sharp cry of anguish burst from her when her lover crouched over her shuddering body and began to loop a length of twine about her right nipple. The dainty bud displayed a treacherous inclination to assist in her torture for as soon as his fingers began to touch they surged into prickling stiffness presenting rubbery buttons for him to loop the twine around. Thedra moaned in pain as he pulled the twine, and it cut into the sensitive points like fine wire. When he had fastened a length of twine to each nipple he moved and burrowed under her warm ass.
Thedra was trembling like a leaf by this time. Already her pretty nipples were beginning to ache and smart with the cruel cutting pressure encircling them. But fierce though this torment was she sensed that even worse lay in store for her and in this she was quite correct!
"Now, my pretty, you were eager to enjoy a little sexual excitement and this is where you begin to get your wishes," Gerald cried laughingly. He held her tightly by the hips and dragged her forward with the sleek soft cheeks of her ass sliding up the fronts of his thighs as if it were ascending a kind of ramp. Despite her nervous apprehension the girl could not help but utter a throaty little cry of sheer animal delight as she felt the big head of his rigid prick finding its way easily between the slimy hot lips of her cunt and suging forward deeper and still deeper as he dragged her bodily against himself. At last he was embedded in her cunt to the very root of his huge cock and the girl was sighing blissfully as she felt the delicious virile heat of him cramming and stretching her pussy to the fullest possible limits. For the moment she was free of every sensation but the exquisite joy of feeling herself fulfilled, reveling in the ecstasy of being a mature woman who's twat was being so satisfyingly used. She could feel her own lusicious juices seeping forth, flowing warmly and sleekly about the monstrous pecker embedded within her responsive vagina. Nothing was lacking now except an immediate beginning to those sweeping, rhythmic plunging movements of his intense cock, those intoxicatingly sweet lunges which would bring delirious pangs of rapture. But when her lover showed no sign of commencing those movements she opened her eyes and peered anxiously down the length of her body. She could feel his hands and fingers brushing her pubic hari and the insides of her thighs but it was impossible for her to see what he was doing. Leaning forward as he was the bulk of his head cast a deep patch of black shadow over the base of her white belly and effectively screened his activities.
At that moment Gerald was actually busy in drawing forward the free ends of the two lengths of twine knotted about the girl's aching nipples, holding them as if they were a set of reins! He looped a length of twine about the root of his cock and then carried the free ends of this several times about his waist. Having fastened it securely he then looped the ends of the 'nipple reins' through it, drew them fairly tight and then knotted them. As she felt the slight jerking movement of the twine, felt the rubbery buds of her tits dragging forward in response to those tugging movements, Thedra experienced a Chill of stark fear so intense that the sweat oozed out on her brow!
"D-D-Darling ... please ... be careful ... that stuff's cutting into m-my nipples like a sharp knife" she murmured.
"Tut ... tut ... what an amazing thing, my dear," he said mockingly.
"P-P-Please ... don't hurt me too-too much," she whimpered pleadingly and at that, having completed his preparations, her lover jerked his penis harder against her and leaned forward over her on hands and knees. She lay under him wide-eyed and palpitating with dread and agonizingly conscious of those two lengths of twine which stretched down the length of her supine body in a long tapering V from the crests of her tender breasts to the densely shadowed mystery of her lover's prick. She was completely at a loss to understand the purpose of the 'nipple reins' but the smarting pain they were causing her sensitive titties left her with a feeling of apprehension.
"Now, my sweet slave, you want to be fucked do you?" Gerald said softly and his eyes shone like live coals in the dark blur of his face as it hung above her.
"Y-y-yes ... I do...." she murmured in a husky whisper. Her reply seemed to amuse him for he chuckled very softly and the sound sent tingling shivers of ice shooting through her. She tensed as his hands slid under her and his forearms burrowed beneath her shoulder blades so as to form a hard cradle upon which her helpless nakedness was tightly held. His mouth came down upon her slack lips and then he was chewing and sucking at her mouth with ravenous ardor. His clutch tightened, she felt his thighs tremble and then her strangled scream of anguish was bubbling its way into his enveloping mouth.
It felt as though her nipples had both been seized simultaneously between the clenching jaws of a pair of red hot pincers and pulled savagely. Her body arched convulsively with such violence that Gerald would have been thrown off her had he not had such a powerful hold upon her. With a supreme effort she wrenched her bruised mouth free rolling her head to one side and before she had even paused to take another breath she was screaming in agony, "AR-RHHH!!!"
"Changed your mind, miss, about wanting to fuck, now?" he asked in a thick jeering voice.
"ARRRHHGG ... I can't bear it ... I can't ... can't ... stop it! Stop it ! Oooohh!"
In the bright moonlight her lovely face was twisted and contorted in a hideous mask of suffering and her head rolled frantically from side to side upon the taut column of her white arms stretched high above her head. Her whimpering cries, like those of a trapped animal were continually punctuated by shrill screams of unbearable suffering as he heaved his loins back and the hot slippery length of his penis slid smoothly out of her clasping cunt. In response to each of these motions the two 'nipple-reins' jerked taut as piano wires gouging fiendishly into the smarting buds of her tits so that the firm mounds were dragged forward. The dainty nipples were plucked from the crests of her creamy mounds, pinched into elongated shapes by the twine cutting into them with such vicious strength.
"I ... can't ... bear it ! ... NO!....OOOHHH!!...."
In the extremity of her suffering, as she moaned and writhed it seemed to the young creature that her savage lover fully intended to tear her nipples from her swollen breasts. The penetration of his animal prick plunging smoothly into her and then sliding easily back out of her slippery cunt aroused none of the rapturous ecstasy she had come to cherish so intensely. Her emotions, her physical senses could register nothing but the excrutiating torment that scalded her tender breasts and nipples. On the other hand Gerald derived a tremendously stimulating excitement from the girl's anguish. The moaning words of pleading, the sudden outbursts of high pitched screaming, and the voluptuous threshing movements of her milky white nudity stimulated him to such a pitch that there were moments of intoxicating delight when it seemed that his swollen penis must burst under the stress of his passionate enjoyment.
There was no real feeling of pain for him when he heaved his buttocks back and the twine around the base of his penis was drawn tight. The thick curls of his pubic hair effectively cushioned the thin twine and prevented it gouging too deeply into his virile flesh. What little feeling of constriction there was seemed only to intensify his iron hard rigidity.
Thedra was on the point of fainting when relief came to her through the cruel twine slipping free of her right nipple to be followed only a few moments later by the release of her left tit. A groan of relief came from her trembling lips and she lay there in a semi-stupor while her lover proceeded to pour the gushing torrents of his semen into her unresponsive pussy. She was dimly aware of the warm stickly fluid shooting through her but the sensation lacked the strength to stimulate her as normally it would.
As soon as he had finished shooting his load in her, Gerald threw himself down by her and after untying her wrists stretched himself out to enjoy the blissful lassitude of being completely fulfilled. He listened to the sounds of Thedra's little moans of pain and watched her hands gingerly caressing her pain wracked breasts. She recovered slowly and pushed herself up weakly on her hands, staring around her with dazed eyes, her tongue hanging from between ashen lips.
"Gerald ... I ... I ... never thought you be so callous with me," she murmured. He gave a short laugh and idly stretched up a hand to fondle one titty.
It was bad luck that you happened to be the girl in my life when I dreamed up that little idea, my sweet,"
"I hope you won't think up anything else as bad as that, for a while anyway," the girl exclaimed.
"And if I do...?"
She shrugged her shapely shoulders and her eyes were tender. "Then I suppose I shall just have to put up with it, won't I?" Fast regaining her composure, and becoming more conscious every moment that his embraces had afforded her nothing but pain and distress, she began to feel a growing urge to feel the stiff prick that was now essential to her healthy young body. She leaned over her lover, her eyes luminous in the shadowed oval of her lovely face. So slowly that she might have been struggling against hesitant shyness, she closed her hand about the limp shape of his penis and began to fondle it with gentle massaging movements which soon produced a responsive quiver of returning vigor.
"Careful ... careful!! You're going to get me stiff again, young woman, and then whether or not your pretty tits are sore or not, you'll find yourself being fucked!"
She giggled and bent down to press her hot moist mouth on his. "You cheated me last time ... I didn't get the tiniest thrill, you were hurting me too much-so now I think I'm entitled to some compensation, darling."
"You horny little fucker," he said, and Thedra squealed with excited laughter as his hand groped intimately at her cunt. "If you want a fuck now, you'll have to earn it."
"Alright darling, but how?"
"You're going to get on top of me."
"Oh, lovely, quickly, show me what to do," she panted, trembling all over as her quickening desires raced through her. He began to pull at her with blind urgency. She obeyed his insistant urgings and turned into his reaching arms. He helped her to turn to kneel, then pulled her over him with her knees straddled over his body.
She sighed as she felt his hand searching for the opening of her pussy.
"You're going to put it in yourself this time," he murmured, and the girl's immediate cry of joy told him that the duty would be a pleasure. Her heart was hammering as she took hold of his penis. Holding it delicately between her fingers she used her other hand to stroke away the saturated hairs from her vaginal lips. When the fleshy cunt was juicily exposed, she guided the smooth round tip of his prick to her velvety opening. He heard her draw a sharp breath as she squatted lower down on him to draw the big cock-head into her waiting twat.
All thoughts of her recent suffering were erased from her mind as she reveled in the exhilarating feeling of his tough cock boring-slowly into the sleek folds of her hot vagina. She sobbed with delight as she gave herself up completely to the pleasure of that massive dong. Her lovely body was a sharply etched symphony of black and White as the moonlight poured up starkly against her milky white skin.
Gerald gripped hr by the hips and dragged her downwards to impale her still more thoroughly upon his rigid cock. "Pull your knees up now, darling," he panted. "Sit on me as if you were sitting on the toilet, it'll go in further that way." Thedra wasted no time in doing his bidding and the skin of her dainty knee caps shone gleamingly as her knees came up and her feet were planted squarely on the mattress.
Gerald flexed his legs, spreading them sufficiently to make a deep hollow into which the springy mass of her warm ass could nestle and thus afford the absolute maximum, deep penetration.
Gradually raising and lowering her ass, the excited girl was able to absorb the entire length of his enormous prick until her damp pubic hair was pressed against her lover's belly. Then she began to lift and drop her body, as at the same time Gerald started to jerk his hips with short stabbing movements that sent his penis gliding smoothly in and out of her hot pussy. As Thedra began to fuck him more quickly she felt her lover's hands sliding over her asscheeks. He fondled the dancing curves as her shapely ass rose and fell with ever increasing speed. His eyes were hot with lust, fucking became a ravening fire inside him and he was no longer content to play with her pretty ass but had to thrust burrowing fingers deep into her asshole. He found her hole and Thedra uttered a soft throaty cry and wriggled violently as a finger stabbed into her ass.
"Oh darling that hurts," she whimpered, but he merely laughed and pressed harder. She groaned and sat quite still as he eased first one, and then two fingers into her rectum. She reared madly straining against his arms which held her tight as he forced his fingers deeper and deeper into her. The stabbing pain was so fierce and lacerating that she had no further thought for rhythmic fuck movements. But Gerald, savagely delighted by his simultaneous penetration of both her holes, cunt and ass, began to lunge his hips more strongly than ever.
She uttered a stifled moan of agony and clutched wildly at her heaving breasts in the extremity of her pain, for with one finger from each hand buried inside the girl's virginal asshole, he was now drawing the tight opening apart. The girl writhed and sobbed in helpless anguish as he tore at her flesh and then with a grasping cry she fell forwards on top of him. Gerald was blissfully unaware that the young creature had fainted under the violent pain that wracked her torn rectum. Still gripping her with all his strength and still pushing open her asshole as wide as possible, with his throbbing penis buried to the hilt in her cunt, he rolled her over and heaved himself on top of her. The urgency of his lust became such that he was forced to drag his fingers out of her and transfer his grasp to her ass. He began to fuck her with brutal violence, making her limp body shudder convulsively under the impact of each surging thrust that sent his shaft ploughing ruthlessly into her distended vagina. Feeling the voluptuous spasms beginning to tingle warmingly in his balls his movements became almost frenzied. He hung above her gasping and groaning in delight until the rhythmic motions faltered as the semen surged through his cock. His sperm squirted forth in long scalding spurts. He figured he gave her a quart of sperm that time!
Breathing heavily, the sweat pouring from him, he knelt over the prostrate girl. Her head lolled limply to one side and apart from the heaving of her breasts she gave no sign of life. Imagining that she had swooned in the ecstasy of their climax, he slapped her across the face and immediately with a soft moan she stirred and opened her eyes. She looked dazed for a moment and her expression was blank. Lying there like that, looking so frail and helpless, his pity was momentarily aroused and he moved beside her to cradle her head upon his thigh. He watched the color return to her face and the light of awareness creeping into her eyes. As he stroked her hair tenderly she gave him a wan little smile.
"It was silly of me to faint like that, darling, I'm awfully sorry," she said.
"That's the way you ought to behave. You enjoy yourself so intensely that it becomes more than you can bear."
"But, darling you silly, I didn't faint with pleasure, I wish I had. It was because of the pain of your fingers up my ass-it was frightful," she cried.
"Did I hurt you all that much?" he asked in a startled voice.
"It was-oh frightful-you've no idea," she said.
"Oh I see," he murmured. "That must have been because your asshole was not lubricated. Damned stupid of me to forget, never mind my darling, next time...."
"Next time?" Thedra cried in dismay. "Oh, Gerald, please ... anything, but not that again. You'll kill me being so cruel, doing something that's so dreadfully painful to a young girl Who's too weak and helpless to stop you!"
"Silly little thing!" he grinned affectionately, "It's nothing of the kind ... you'll soon get used to it. It's only like a kind of maidenhead ... that hurt you too the first time but you don't feel the slightest pain now, do you?"
"No, I certainly don't. But, oh, Gerald, Why do you want to open, this other hole? Isn't the one I have in front alright"
"In itself it is. But you must try to understand that it isn't simply a question of whether or not that lovely hairy cunt can always satisfy me. I need other things!"
"Other things? Oh, you mean my asshole don't you darling? But, I just need your cock!"
"Don't call it that! I prefer you to call it 'dick'!"
"Gosh ... I thought that was just a boy's name," she giggled.
"So now you know differently-and don't call it anything else."
"Yes, I understand, darling."
"Good, then let's hear it."
"Please Gerald, not now. I still feel shy," she said bashfully, then catching sight of the glint in his eyes she hastily did as he told her. "D-D-Dick!" she breathed.
The tremor in her husky voice sent exquisite trickles of excitement through him. He chuckled and slipped his hands, in her pussy. She immediately opened it for him so that he could grope downwards to the very root of her hot sperm-slimed cunt. She sighed happily as his fingers stroked between her smooth vaginal lips.
"Darling-please tell me why you want my asshole open."
"You're a most deliciously depraved young woman, and I count myself lucky to have found you," he said. "As I was saying, it isn't merely a question of whether or not your cunt is adequate for the needs of my dick. I want to open your asshole the same way as I've opened your cunt because I want to feel that I own and possess you in every conceivable manner. I want to feel that you're utterly mine in every fiber of your being and that no single part of you, no matter how tiny, remains untasted by the prick with which I prove my fondness for you-understand?"
"Oh, I see now ... yes ... yes ... of course. What a stupid little thing you must think me for having to be told something which I should have guessed quite easily for myself."
"Forget it, angel. Only I hope you understand that this isn't the last time you're going to be fucked that way and NEXT time you're it wont be my finger it'll be my dick!"
"Gerald!" she cried in a shocked voice, "Do you mean that you're going to try and push your ... dick ... inside me?"
"I certainly DO," he laughed and was delighted by the expression of shocked dismay which immediately made itself plain upon her startled face. "Have I shocked you?"
"No ... no ... it isn't that, darling, its just that ... well ... oh I don't see how on earth you can possibly enjoy doing it to me that way ... or even ... well ... get it into me at all...."
"You're in for a wonderful surprise then young lady! I'll bet you that within a week's time you'll be admitting to me that it feels as nice up your ass as it does in your cunt."
"Speaking of my cunt, darling, reminds me that I want to be certain-sure of getting pregnant as quickly as possible...."
"What are we waiting for then?" he cried, and she squealed and giggled in rapturous abandonment as he fell upon her.
Her shapely white legs gleamed in the moonlight as they flashed open to admit his sinewy body and the springy fullness of her heaving breasts were crushed beneath the weight of his massive chest as his erect cock cleaved its way smoothly into her pulsating cunt.
Two hours later after six fuck-sessions they were both exhausted, heavy-eyed and lethargic in their movements as they wearily picked up their scattered garments and pulled them on. Smoothing her dress down over her ass Thedra let out an involuntary exclaimation of pain.
"What's the matter, pet? Feel sore somewhere?"
"Y-Y-Yes ... my asshole's aching and smarting like the devil," she replied with a rueful laugh.
"Then it won't bother you much longer. Come to my bedroom and we'll find something that will put the trouble right in no time."
They crept silently down from the attic both of them aching in every limb and muscle, both of them lost in the heavy languor of fuckbliss but conscious more than anything else of a feeling of happy contentment. His prick was, for the moment, utterly drained of the last dregs of his sperm. The girl's cunt, the rosy mouth of her love-cleft, and even the insides of her warm thighs were literally saturated with sperm which he had jetted forth.
Thedra sank down on the edge of the bed, her flushed face sleepy, her eyes closing gently as soon as they entered Gerald's bedroom. While she sat there, he crossed to his dressing table and picked up a small jar of vaseline. She opened her eyes when he touched her on the shoulder.
"This won't take a moment, my dear, just stand up and bend over," he said gently.
"Oh ... Gerald ... please ... let me do it myself," she begged flushing heavily in confusion as she realized what he intended to do.
"Stand up and bend over, my dear," he said slowly and deliberately.
"Oooo! Darling! You certainly don't believe in sparing a girl any embarrassment do you?" she murmured shakily as she reluctantly obeyed him. She turned her back to him and bent forward burying her burning face in the quilt of his bed and presenting him with the shapely curves of her youthful ass.
Gerald uncapped the jar and scooped a spoonful of the golden cream onto two fingers. He heard her gasp in protest when he pushed the grease laden fingers well into the tight asshole. He worked his fingers well into the tight hole through he did so with the utmost care and succeeded in effecting the full penetration without causing his trembling patient anything but mild discomfort.
He screwed his fingers around inside her rectum pressing the soothing grease all around the quivering hole. Satisfied that she was liberally dosed inside he withdrew his fingers and smeared a fresh supply of the stuff all around the outside of the puckered little asshole. He finally completed the operation by grasping hold of a tuft of her cunt hair and cleaning the surplus grease from his fingers on it! He then gave her a playful smack on her pretty ass at which she giggled naughtily.
"Just a minute, Thedra" he said suddenly as she stood up and was about to let her cunt fall back into place.
"Let's have a last look at your cunt before you trot off to bed!"
The girl dimpled prettily, her eyes suddenly coming to life and sparkling with merriment as she did as she was told only too willingly. She pulled her dress well up above her belly and bunch ed it in one hand.
"I'd have thought you'd have seen enough of me for tonight, darling," she laughed saucily with a provocative look that was full of wanton invitation.
"Rubbish! And anyway-you talk too much-close your mouth and open your legs."
She straddled her long, shapely legs for him and shivered in sensuous delight as she watched his hot eyes exploring her exposed pussy. Her slim fingers deftly combed the long strands of sperm matted hair away from the glistening scarlet lips of her cunt and as she did so he saw the sudden oozing of love-juice trickling from between the pouting lips. He grinned as he saw this mute evidence of his virile ability.
"It's still running out of you, pet-you can bet your sweet life you're preggers now!"
"I know-I can FEEL it trickling out of me darling," she giggled with a roguish smile. "I don't know how I'll be able to find the patience to wait for the next eight days to pass."
"Is that when your period's due?"
"Yes darling," she nodded. Then, "Gerald, I hope you won't take it the wrong way ... think me impertinent I mean ... but when are you going to fuck ... Annette?"
"You mean-getting her pregnant? Oh, well, there's plenty of time ... I'll start her when the fancy happens to take me. That may be today, the day after or a month from now. We'll see."
The girl lowered her eyes shyly as she nodded and spoke again without looking up. Her voice was very low and trembled slightly as if with supressed excitement. "Gerald ... darling," she breathed quickly, "Could we fuck just once more before I go?"
"Good heavens, girl! Can't you EVER have enough of it?" he laughed. Then, more seriously added, "No. Its time you went off to bed my dear. I'm drained bone dry. I'll have to rest up before we can screw again."
Thedra pouted her disappointment and then, realizing that he was not to be persuaded, let her dress fall into place and prepared to leave him.
"Don't forget to put that powder in Jean's panties will you, my sweet? It might be a good idea to sprinkle a little in the cups of her bra as well, okay?"
"Yes, somehow I didn't think you'd, overlook her bra as well," Thedra laughed.
"You'd better let me know when you and Jean are up. I don't want to be lying here in bed missing all the fun!"
"Don't worry, darling, I'll call you in plenty of time to see what happens," she promised.
Gerald drew her into his arms for a moment and they swayed together in a long, passionate kiss.
"If only I could stay with you all night," she whispered longingly as their mouths parted at last. "Maybe ... when you woke up ... you might ... you know, you might want another screw!"
"You're quite impossible young woman," he said gravely then kissed her once more. "Now run along and get the sleep you need more than you seem to think you do!"
Rosy faced, eyes moist and shining, the girl reluctantly left him and sleepiness crept over her as she made her way to her room.
Her cunt was quite content, for now....
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
"Frances-your ass is showing!"
"What does it matter when there's only the two of us here? Anyway, I'm wearing panties."
Astride the branch of a tree, the girl named Frances seemed not in the least ashamed at her cousin's remark. Stretching forward, she thrust vainly to try and reach a rubber ball, unfortunately lodged in the branches. This movement had the effect of raising to its uttermost her mini-Scotch tweed skirt, and also the mini-white petticoat that she wore beneath it. And thus the plentiful ass of Miss Frances appeared, almost fully developed, outlining her slit down its center very suggestively, and swelling as if it wanted to split her chaste panties of white satin, fringed with simple handmade lace. At last the ball was dislodged, and she slipped lightly to earth, her clothes and skirts again in disorder, so that she was constrained to stand and laugh at herself and at her cousin.
Frances Lorbert and Renee Derys did not resemble each other in the least, excepting that they were, in their own way equally pretty. Frances was fifteen, and was already a very appetising little woman. Golden curls haloed a gay, laughing face, and eyes full of mischievious lights and twinkles. Tip-tilted nose, delicate trembling nostrils, greedy mouth-and a charming pout. Very luscious indeed.
Of middling height, she was as plump as a partridge. Beneath her blouse, precociously developed breasts began to thrust up their double curves. Her naked limbs, already heavy with flesh like those of a grown woman, were sweet and smooth like the skin of a young fruit. As for her ass, she had astonishingly provocative curves, Which swelled insolently beneath her short girl's skirts. Renee often chaffed her cousin about these great asscheeks-her great 'Bomb' she called it. "It's a shame to have such a huge ass," she would laugh. But let us aknowledge and recognize the fact-this magnificient ass conferred on the little Frances a perverse and troubling charm.
Very different was Renee. Thirteen years old, she had the allure of a boy, and strangely enough was attracted by femininity as if knowing her own lack of it. Her hair was brown, cut in short curls close to the head; her face was small and pale, and seemed to be always burning under the skin with an inner fever. Coal black eyes, moist mouth, palpitating nose and nostrils-all denoting a high degree of sexuality, the thrist of love. Her body was smaller than that of Frances, but the essential feminine charms were there. Round hard breasts upthrust under her frock, and an ass always on the move, nervously agitated.
There you have them-and the two girls understood each other to a T, and got on wonderfully well together. Renee was ardent, but less shameless than her smaller cousin. What will come of it, do you think?
Renee was staying with her aunt, Frances's mother, Mrs. Lorbert, a lovely lady of thirty-three years, divorced from her husband, and possessing an immense fortune. She lived for the most part in Paris, with her two daughters Frances and Solange. Solange, the elder of the two, was fifteen. But during the holiday months, When Paris became so hot and enervating, they all came down to the great estate that Mrs. Lorbert owned in Touraine. And this great park, full of bosky groves and dells, was an ideal hunting ground for all this life-and-liberty-loving youth.
We must mention, too, that Renee's elder brother Robert Derys, also came. He was a charming boy of seventeen. But he passed almost all his time with Solange, and, happy together, they avoided the company of those whom they termed 'the little ones', in their superiority of three long years of life.
Returning now to the two cousins, to Frances and to Renee, who we left at the foot of a tree, "What shall we do now?" asked Renee. "Play ball again?"
Frances shook her head. "No-it's too tiring. And besides-I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"Not here. It's too indiscreet. Let's go to our nest-it's safer and better there."
The spot that the two girls called their 'nest' was simply a little nest or hollow of soft green moss hidden in the middle of a Wood and screened on all sides by a curtain of leaves and foliage. Arrived there, the two cousins sat down side by side, lifted up their mini-skirts so as not to soil them and placed their pantied asses straight down on the soft carpet of moss.
"Now-tell me quickly-I am impatient-what is it?" begged Renee, leaning over towards her friend.
Frances took up a confidential, conspiratorial attitude.
"It's about my sister Solange and your brother Robert. They are awful, honestly!"
"What makes you say that?"
"I saw them when they thought they wre all alone-this morning in the library. My sister often goes there to look at the pictures in some of the forbidden books of Mama's and Robert was there. I heard them both laugh, and I peeked through the keyhole of the door-darling, if you only knew what I saw!"
"Well, tell me. I'm dying to know."
"Very well. Solange was standing up near the window looking out, when your brother came up behind her. He said to her, "Have you thought about me since yesterday evening?' She didn't answer him, but he put his arm round her waist and she just rolled her head on to his shoulder. And your blackguard of a brother gently pulled up all her clothes at the back! Oh, Renee, she was so pretty-she was wearing sky-blue garters to hold up her stockings, and her ass was in a little tight blue silk pair of tights, all ornamented with lace, and buried right down in the cleft of her ass. You would almost have thought she had nothing on at all, but that she had a blue ass. Mama won't let me wear panties like that yet-I do wish she would."
"Never mind about yourself, Frances-tell me about what you saw."
"Alright-don't rush me. Well, this rascal of a Robert of yours pulled Solange's clothes right up round her waist, and then he began to knead and play with her asscheeks-we'll, you have no idea! I would never have thought that anybody could work a girl's ass about like that. He kept on and on, and stroked her cheeks and dug into the middle, and I thought I could see his fingers working to and fro, ever so fast, as if he was tickling her cunny too. It was very funny to watch. Solange shut her eyes, and kept sighing. And then, suddenly, she clapped her mouth on Robert's and sucked his lips, a long time, oh a long, long time!"
"Yes-it's curious, Frances-but it is so, you know-I have already seen that at the movies. And then what happened?"
"Then? Oh, nothing more. Solange broke away. She was all red in the face, and she sighed a lot and panted as if she was going to cry. But instead she laughed and looked at Robert and said 'You awful hound-thanks to you I shall have to change my panties!'-and then, still laughing, she came away-but tomorrow I shall peep some more, if you like."
"Show me too."
"One day perhaps-but not tomorrow. It amuses me more to tell you about it. And besides-there's only one keyhole."
She had finished her tale, and remained pensive. She had laid back on the moss so that one could easily see her naked thighs and the lace of her white panties. The sunlight dappled through the leaves, throwing dancing lights over her white skin. Suddenly she burst into speech and said:
"Tell me, Renee-do you think it's nice, to be handled like that around your ass and your cunny?"
"Naturally-or they wouldn't do it." Renee knelt up and looked down at her cousin.
"Would you like me to do it to you?"
Frances's beautiful eyes lit up with pleasure.
"Yes-I'd love to try-but would you?" And at the same time she rolled over on to her stomach on the moss. "There," she said, "pull up my skirt."
Gently Renee did so. With her two hands she pulled up. the mini-skirt and Frances's lovely fleshy plump asscheeks trembled with the con tact. In the narrow bounds of the infantile panties her great buttocks flinched and trembled expectantly, locking themselves one against the other convulsively. Kneeling by her cousin's side, Renee began to caress her. She let her gentle soft hands run first of all, all over the big ass, making it glow with a thousand tickling touches, until Frances twisted like an eel.
"You're tickling me!" she chuckled.
"So what? Isn't it nice?"
"Oh yes-do go on-"
Renee continued the audacious caress. Her hands became more knowing and more possessive, more imperious. She massaged her cousin's billowy thighs now, squeezing and re-squeezing them with both hands. Then she went to work on her cousin's heaved-up buttocks, squeezing them in handfuls through the panties. Growing bolder and more venturesome, she suddenly plunged a finger inquiringly into the relaxed slot between the plump cheeks. The two globes froze together imprisoning the audacious finger in their hot valley.
"You pig, Renee-what are you doing?"
"Be quiet, idiot! If you only knew how nice it was to do this-I can feel all the details of your ass with my finger. I can feel a little hot hole now-and if you weren't wearing any panties I'd force my finger up in it."
Frances turned her head and smiled a moist lipped smile and said:
"Tomorrow I'll take them off if you like."
She let her cousin continue for some while, sighing with pleasure, but at last she rolled over and sat up again on the moss.
"Tell me, Renee-would you like me to do the same for you?"
The pretty brunette shook her head.
"I'd like it-but not in the same place."
"Where then?"
"In front-between my thighs."
At the same time the girl trussed up her skirts in a bold gesture. Her belly appeared, moulded in a short pair of rose-colored panties, which creased in between her thighs like a mysterious flower.
Legs well-parted, she sighed to Frances: "There dear-go on-"
The other did not have to be told twice. Her agile forefinger plunged in the hot moist fork of the thighs and felt the sweet well-filled mound below the silk covering. Renee heaved a sigh and locked her thighs round the hand of her companion.
"Darling," she murmured, "how nice it is. How nicely you touch my cunt...."
Frances did not reply. Face intent, teeth clenched in concentration she watched the whole course of pleasure on Renee's features. It was quick. Sprawled back on the grass, legs locked and trembling, Renee sighed with ecstasy. Suddenly she flung open her legs wide apart as if to abandon herself entirely to that maddening and possessive index finger. At last she cried out and all her body quivered. She brusquely knocked her cousin's hand away. But Frances had had time to feel the pink panties inundated with a flow of moisture, and she gave a yell of triumph.
"You've wet yourself, you dirty girl! Oh, how funny-the pleasure has made you do a pee in your panties."
The dark Renee shrugged her shoulders with a nuance of commiseration for her friend's ignorance.
"How stupid you are, Frances. It's not what you think it is at all. Here-feel it...."
She rubbed her wet panties with her index finger and poked it under her cousin's nose. Frances inhaled the scent on the finger for a long time and her face expressed her surprise.
"How strange! I've never smelled that odor before...."
Contemptuously Renee replied, putting an arm round her cousin's neck, "But ... then it's never happened to you, of course...? Don't you caress your pussy when you are alone in bed?
"No-never-"
"Well, dear, I will teach you how ... you will see-it's delightful to tickle your cunt the right way!"
The two girls got up, and exchanging a sweet kiss went back to the house ...
ROW OF ASTERICKS
(Archive Note: The original paperback actually contained the above line!!)
Her toilet freshly made, and dressed in a negligee of pale blue silk garnished with swansdown, Mrs. Lorbert came into her daughter's bedroom. "What, Frances? Still in bed at nine o'clock. Aren't you ashamed?"
Still under the clothes, the girl showed a face still heavy with sleep, and her hair hung in her eyes.
"Pardon me, Mama-but I still feel tired."
Mrs. Lorbert came over to the bed, and tapped her daughter's cheek with an affectionate hand. "You look pale-a bit livery-I think you probably need an enema!"
Frances flushed and her eyes shone with joy.
"Oh, yes, Mama-I'd love that," she cried.
"You like it, do you, little vicious one? Oh well-hurry up and do your business and get yourself ready while I get the instrument."
Her mother left and Frances got up at once. She untied the cords of her pa jama trousers, and had to make quite an effort to get them down over her round ass which so tightly and fully filled them. At last she was naked, her body firm and satiny. In the crux of her plump thighs a golden triangle of down filmed her juvenile twat. There was not a lot of it, but it was already kinky and silky.
When Jacqueline Lorbert returned with the flask and the enema tube, she found the little blonde still sitting on the porcelain toilet happily enjoying her pee. At last Frances got back on the bed and lay down on her belly, complaisandy raising her pretty plump asscheeks.
"Not too hot, Mummy, please...."
Her mother laughed, and began her preparations. The flask was put up on a shelf, and from it led the long serpentine rubber enema tube. A syringe with a thick ivory tube was inserted in the end. Finally Mrs. Lorbert dipped her finger in a pot of vaseline and approached her daughter. She pulled open her sensuous asscheeks with both hands. The lovely asshole of the little blonde appeared before her amused eyes. Between the two cheeks was a long deep cleft, sweet and smooth, and still virgin. In the middle, her small, pink asshole already contracted itself. Mrs. Lorbert tickled this delicate anus with her vaselined finger until it opened....
"Come on-come on-don't be naughty, Frances-open your mouth, you villain...."
The girl replied with a giggle. Twice more her ass contracted, but soon she gave way. Her rectum relaxed, allowing the intrusion of the maternal finger, which slid almost to its extremity in the burning grip of the asshole. Frances sighed contentedly.
Mrs. Lorbert seemed in no hurry to take it out. Her finger gripped tight by the living cir cJe of flesh, she wriggled it about as if to explore and enlarge her daughter's asshole. But at length, regretfully, she withdrew it, sniffed it with an impertinent gesture, and replaced it with the enema.
At the contact of the cold ivory Frances jumped. But her asshole had been too well prepared not to accept this new visitor. "You don't think it's a bit big for me?" she queried in comic concern.
Mrs. Lorbert burst out laughing. "No, no. You're a big girl now, and with a mature ass like yours you can easily use the same size instrument as I do myself."
As if to bear out her words the clyster slid home, and Frances's asshole froze upon it, holding it locked tight.
"There we are-wait a moment."
She opened the valve, and one could hear a murmur of flowing liquid. Frances gave a cry of fright. "Oh-it's too hot-it burns!"
The liquid penetrated her, possessed her with its unctuous caress. It violated her tender asshole, ran round her virgin belly, and slowly, slowly blew it up like a balloon. Frances, used to it, calmed down, and received the mixture to its uttermost drop. Mrs. Lorbert carefully pulled out the instrument and wiped her daughter's damp ass with a napkin. Frances turned round, and a look of dismay shook her as she wriggled from one side to the other.
"Oh, Mama-I want to go...."
"You must wait at least ten minutes if it's to do you any good. So I shall sit here and watch you and make sure you do wait."
The time crawled by, and at last Mama accompanied her to the toilet and watched her as she sat down on the seat. A little ashamed, but quite docile, Frances relaxed with a sigh of pleasure and released the cleansing flood from her rectum.
"And now to bed with you until lunch time," ordered Jacqueline. "You see-it was necessary ... you already look much better."
"I don't know whether it did me good or not," replied Frances, "but I like you to do it. It always feels so nice when you put the syringe up my hole...."
And embracing her mother warmly, she leaped back into bed.
CHAPTER TWO
On the tennis court, bathed in sunlight, Solange and Robert fought a bitter duel. Renee's brother excelled at this game. And his natural grace and elegance were enhanced by the sporting movements.
Tall and supple, this lad of seventeen looked almost nineteen. His skin was bronzed, hair black-white tennis shirt and trousers suited him.
As for Solange, she was simply adorable. She also looked easily eighteen, although only just fifteen. Beneath a halo of hair, buckled back with a ribbon, her pretty face was lit up by two great eyes full of submerged fires. Her smiling lips revealed snowy teeth. As for her body, she was already a woman. Proud round breasts sprouted up victoriously under her silk blouse. Her round ass revealed indiscreetly the deep cleft between, and its own amiable rotundities, tightly held as it was in a white tweed skirt. Laughing and crying she leaped after the balls as they volleyed towards her, looking like a youthful Goddess.
The game over, the two young people sat down on a seat in the shadow of a great beech tree. Solange mopped her brow with a silk handkerchief. "How hot it is!" she murmured. "My underwear is sticking to my skin as if I had just come out of a bath."
"Show me, darling," said Robert, drawing close.
"Not here, fool-suppose somebody saw us."
"Bah! Nobody can see us-and you need to cool yourself. At least air your titties, you silly shy one."
And saying this, Robert adroitly unbuttoned his cousin's blouse and unsnapped her brassiere of pink lace, and her lush naked breasts surged out, free and triumphant. Admiringly, the youth was absorbed in his study of these snowy mounds, crowned with scarlet, daring their fascinating appeal at him. He leaned forward and seized one of the insolent nipples between his lips. Solange cried out: "Darling-not here-please...."
Robert took no heed. Greedily he sucked his cousin's breast with precocious art. Occasionally he would suck some of it into his wide-open mouth as if it were a great fruit that he wanted to devour at one gulp. Then his lips would slide all round it in little nibbles and kisses, and his teeth bit and worried her hard pink nipple. Then he rendered the same homage to the other one.
Solange, now vanquished, leaned back on the seat in abandoned fashion. Her hands twitched in her cousin's hair. And soon one of his hands slid through her skirt, which fastened down the front with a row of buttons, and ran over her naked thighs and her silk clad belly. The hand seized at last the nook between her locked thighs and caressed and felt her cuntlips through the clinging silk.
Robert had foreseen his next move. He disengaged himself and said: "Darling ... I want to kiss you down there."
"Where?"
"There ... where my hand is...."
Solange trembled, and she blushed fiercely. "Oh Robert-you know it's impossible. I want you to ... but only touch my cunt with your hands. I should be too ashamed to let you do anything else."
"There can't be any shame between people who love each other...." replied the lad maliciously.
Solange did not reply, but in her lovely eyes, glistening with desire, one could read her tacit consent. Slowly Robert let himself slide down to the foot of the seat. His face wormed its way between the slowly parting thighs of his cousin. He was now only a few inches from her coveted twat. The juvenile belly was offered to his adoring gaze, heaving with emotion as it was under the pink panties. The well-filled silk moulded the forms with exactitude. Between the thighs the silk entirely disappeared, drawn right inside her deep cunt deft. And thus it formed a suggestive outline of pink creases, in the middle of which was a much longer crease and slit, an adorable valley of twat upon which Robert feasted his eyes. Devotedly the young man pursed his lips and approached it.
So she sighed-but without any conviction, and she did nothing to stop him. Flushed with pleasure, she gazed round to see if anybody was near who might overlook them. But the park was deserted. More reassured, Miss Lorbert, judged it more prudent none the less to hide her cousin's head beneath her skirts. She pulled them down over his head, imprisoning Robert in a warm and perfumed prison.
It was still delicious. In the shadows of her skirt, Solange's cunt appeared less precisely, but just as much desirable. A sweet perfume of moist cunt-juice oozed from the girl's lingerie. The little panties were scented with perspiration and the flowery intimate scent of her sex. Robert savored it like a dilettante. AH the miracles of his imagination were set loose. He loved her secret odor emanations. He tried to imagine Solange walking, running, dancing, jumping, and then imagined what forms and lines of action all these curves would take in the various postures. At last he placed his moist hot mouth on the moulded silk and drank in the spring-like aroma.
"Oh Robert ... it's lovely...."
At the first contact Solange had locked her thighs toghether, imprisoning the youth's head in a collar and yoke of scented thigh. But he pursued his task. His lips ran over the tight panties, the round Wily, the sweet thighs, and at last fastened like a leech on the marvelous fullness of her cunt. He stroked the soft substance of it with little thrusts of his tongue. It half opened and he thrust into all its reachable details, moulding the tight silk still closer.
Solange sighed and wriggled, with head thrown back. She discovered exquisite sensations for the first time...."Robert darling-how wonderfully you lick-don't stop-go on lick-lick-"
But under his active tongue her cuntlips at last cried 'mercy'! The fruit of pleasure wept its first real tears of juice. Robert felt the acrid flow seep through the silk, and to his tongue it tasted as sweet as the morning dew.
"Robert ... Robert darling ... ah-h-h-h ... "
Beaten and yielding now, Solange rolled on the seat, imprisoning the head of the young man between her thighs, and inundating his face with her overflowing cunt-juices. She clawed at the rough wood of the seat in her ecstasy. And suddenly, without freeing the captive face between her thighs, still under her skirts, she reached out her arms, seeking to find his body. Her agile fingers slid down his torso and reached his trousers hovered and stopped over the zipped opening.
But lust was too strong for modesty. The male tongue still stroked her cunt and clitoris and she hesitated no longer. Guided by her female instinct, she opened his trousers, fumbled in the aperture, and brought out his hot stiff prick-contact with his dick shaft caused her to give a cry of pleasure. Her hand froze round his big hard-on and instituted the caressing movement of to and fro-the eternal gesture that all human beings seem to know without ever having been taught. Surprised, Robert stopped his cuntlapping, nose jammed into his cousin's belly. He abandoned himself in his turn to her masturbating caress, and at last the pleasure juice of his dick spurted hotly into the palm of her caressing hand.
Solange gave a cry of surprise and fright, but did not let go. An astonished look sprang to her face-then a look of joy-a joyful look full of sudden realization and understanding. She had found true hump pleasure for them both.
When the two young people came in from playing tennis an hour later, nothing abnormal would have been noticed in their laughing faces. Nobody would have suspected a thing-certainly not that Robert's trousers concealed a big satisfied prick, and that under Solange's skirts her pink panties were soiled hopelessly, flooded by her first real "come" cunt-juice....
* * *
Beautiful Mrs. Lorbert was dressing herself in her room. First of all the young woman had taken a warm and scented bath. This was a habit of hers. For a long time now she had been standing in front of the tall mirror looking at the faithful image of her voluptuous body.
At thirty-three she still had the sensuous figure and the firm flesh of a very young woman. Refined and flirtacious, she indulged in all the luxury that her great wealth permitted. Her money was only a servant to her elegance.
Ardent and sensual, she made a cult of her beauty, and dreamed of nothing but love and fucking. Living only for the mad search for new and crazy physical pleasures, her morals had grown somewhat elastic in their application, and she entertained a very broad mind in all that concerned the joys of the senses. Her morning toilet was a ritual. It was also a physical joy, a way of rendering homage to her own beauty, Which she cherished tenderly.
Seated naked on the edge of the bed, she began by taking off her slippers and freeing her elegant little alabaster feet with their purple tinted toenails. Then she slid her perfect legs into sheer silk stockings, transparent as glass, scarecely distinguishable when they were on, save by an added lustre to her limbs. A very narrow garter-belt of black satin supported the stockings, and her nature was so sensuous that she shivered with the thrill of the touch as she clipped her garters tight and 'had perforce to contact her own thighs.
Next she moulded her flowing breasts into a filmy brassiere of pink lace. It may be mentioned that this item was a luxury and not a necessity-her breasts stood high enough unsupported, darting their carmine tips at the world. But Jacqueline was so sensitive that she could not bear the rubbing of a frock on her naked nipples-it produced in them an ardent and immediately obvious erection.
Then she put on her panties. This little dress was made of particularly fine and elegant silk, almost as transparent as the material of the stockings. She had a job to stretch the waist over her abundant asscheeks, but once done, the material was stretched tight and full. It adhered strictly to her lush figure. Hereupon she slid her fingers down the creamy cleft of her bush and down the lips of her cunt, forcing the silk therein and moulding it still closer to her body's natural indentations. She adored the contact of silk on her skin. When she walked like this, nothing could be more enticing than the play of her adorable asscheeks as the fleshy hemispheres undulated to her stride.
Jacqueline was very careful of her cunt. She changed her panties every day, and this hygiene was very necessary, for the lingerie, by virtue of its extreme tightness, received her cuntjuice secretions in the very fabric. Perversely, she never threw a piece of dirty lingerie into the laundry basket without calling to mind the occasion that had soiled it.
She proceeded to dress. A combination of rose satin enriched with lace and frothy frills, a narrow tight skirt of smooth velvet, and a blouse of pink silk with big gold buttons. Last of all, high heeled shoes of glace leather.
All ready, she suddenly felt the imperious call of nature to do a little job. In this need, too, she was refined. Every morning, after her bath, she slid a little perfumed suppository into her asshole to help her shit. But this morning, as it chanced, she had forgotten this delicate operation.
She left her room without noticing a furtive noise in the corridor, and heedlessly she shut herself in the toilet. With a slow, almost voluptuous gesture she trussed up her skirt round her waist and wriggled out of her tight panties. Then she sat down on the seat, and anew, in the corridor, a little noise manifested itself, and this time she heard it. Intrigued, she cocked her ear. It seemed to her that somebody had stopped at the door-somebody who was spying, perhaps.
A little disquieted, she nevertheless calmly pursued her habitual operation. Panties round her ankles and legs wide parted, she relaxed, and the happy noise of her pee cascade fell into the porcelain receiver. There were also other plopping noises-but these are charming when made by a pretty woman. There was another noise behind the door-and without more ado Jacqueline trussed up her panties round her asscheeks, ran to the door and threw it open with a Sharp jerk.
"What?" she cried-"you?"
It was Renee Derys, her niece. Surprised, she hung her head and said nothing, only unhappily twisting and turning the hem of her skirt between her fingers.
"This is too much!" said Jacqueline. "Spying on me through the keyhole when I am on the toilet seat! I never knew you were so vicious, you dirty girl!"
But her words of correction were belied by the light in her eyes and her amused smile. Suddenly realizing that she could not stand thus with her clothes still in disarray before her niece, at least in the open corridor she took Renee by the ear, led her into the toilet, and shut the door.
Then she took her seat again, and questioned her niece. "Now-explain to me why you did it."
"I don't know auntie-I beg your pardon."
"Pardon? Pardon? It was quickly said. It doesn't flavor much of repentance, methinks. But tell me-why did you spy on me as I sat on the toilet? What did you hope to get out of it?"
"I-I-I don't know, auntie ... it gave me a pleasure ... a thrill-that's all."
"Arent you ashamed of yourself?"
"Not much-no-"
"And have you often looked at me like that when I was peeing or shitting?"
"Yes-lots of times."
Mrs. Lorbert reflected. Actually the adventure and the confession did not displease her. Being conscious of her beauty she was flattered that she was the object of this intimate admiration, even when she was pissing or moving her bowels.
"Well-we won't talk about it any more-but as a punishment for your curiosity you shall wipe my asshole and clothe me-do you understand?"
In ordering this she knew well that she was not really punishing this morbid child, but it pleased her to do it. She was secretly tickled to death at the obvious look of delight that spread over the girl's features. She stood up. "Hurry up-take some paper."
Trembling with emotion, Renee took a little piece of silky tissue paper and knelt down before her pretty aunt. She sighed at the contact of the cunt and asshole to which she ministered. She took her time at the task.
"Dirty girl!" said Jacqueline. "I should have made you lick my cunny and rectum clean with your tongue as a real punishment. That'll do now pull my panties. Go on-pull-the elastic won't break. There-it's not too tight, you see. And now-push the silk into my behind-now pull down my skirts."
Cheeks burning with desire, eyes shining, Renee obeyed every command with a terrible sort of devotion.
"And now," said Jacqueline, "come to my room."
Two minutes later her aunt, installed in an armchair, was observing her with an amused smile.
"Well, Renee-I never knew you were so perverse-you deserve to be whipped. If it had been Frances I should very certainly have given her a good spanking for being so indiscreet. But you are not my daughter, and I feel I have not enough authority over your person."
Renee listened to this little lecture with a humility that was perhaps feigned.
"Any way-although I have not parental powers of discipline over you, as regards your health and well-being I do feel responsible. So tomorrow I shall give your rectum a washout as I do to Frances-do you understand?"
Renee blushed furiously. "Yes, aunt-but-but I'm shy about it."
Jacqueline burst out laughing.
"You are a silly little goose! A girl your age need not be afraid to show her asshole to her aunt. Yes-whether you like it or not you shall have an enema tomorrow for sure. And to get used to the idea of showing me your plump ass, you shall show it to me now-at once. I should see anyway to make sure that your hygiene is all that it should be. Go on-pull up your skirt and petticoat and let me see your panties!"
At this command Renee's eyes widened in alarm. She stepped back and held her skirt down with both hands.
"On, no, aunt-please...."
"So? You dare not show me your undies? Come along, my girl, unless you want to make me very angry-pull them up."
Crimson with shame, the girl obeyed, and one could see her white panties, tightly pulled up, biting into her twat. Mrs. Lorbert gave an exclamation of surprise.
"Ah!-now I understand why you were ashamed to show yourself. You are wearing a pair of Frances's panties. Turn round-yes you don't fill them up like she does with her great asscheeks. Also I can see her initials on the leg ... come here now."
Tears in her eyes, trembling like one of the damned, Renee turned round and faced her aunt. She, in her turn, pinched the swelling under the material.
"This pair of panties is disgustingly soiled-you have wet them like a baby, you dirty girl!"
"It's not only me-ifs Frances too," babbled the young girl.
"Oh?-Frances wore these before you, did she? For how long?"
"Frances eight days, and me eight days, auntie."
"Sixteen days the same drawers? What on earth do you girls get up to? Do you exchange panties?"
"Yes," sighed Renee, the truth now out.
Mrs. Lorbert gave herself up to reflection and memories came flooding back to her. She remembered the time when she was a schoolgirl and she exchanged panties with her best friend. Ah, what pleasure she discovered in breathing in the perfumes of the 'other' in the fine linen: what a thrill to enfold one's own ass in lingerie which had been wrapped round the asscheeks and cunt of a friend! Decidely, horny girls all had the same instincts.
The young woman was now all indulgence to the naughty sinner who was only following in her own footsteps. But she controlled her voice and still spoke severely.
"You will oblige me by removing this horror of filth-if you must Change panties there is no need to wear them for sixteen days, girl. Go on-take them off!"
"Oh-here, aunt?"
"Of course here. Where else? In the dining room?"
Timidly Renee loosened the panties, which fell to her feet. She let her frock drop down and hide her. Jacqueline jerked her niece towards her and pulled up her clothes again, examining Renee's polished belly, swelling thighs, and her cute cunt, covered with fluffy down. Giving way to instinct, she stroked and felt all those parts, pretending not to notice Renee's tremblings and sighs. Then she laid her across her knees.
"I must examine your ass," she said, and she parted the girl's legs decisively, and the split between opened up, revealing also her rosy cuntlips, open like a greedy mouth.
"All this is very pretty," said Jacqueline, with a slight tremble in her voice. "I am going to open this little eye that keeps winking at me and poke my finger right in deep."
"Oh, aunt-no-please-no."
Heedless of the protest, the young woman took up her jar of vaseline and greased her index finger. Then, holding the cheeks of the girl's ass wide apart with one hand, she tickled the intimate asshole with her greased finger.
"Come on , girl-be reasonable-have you never had an enema up your anus?"
"Yes, aunt-but so long ago...."
"oh well-excellent reason for having one now again."
Relentlessly Jacqueline's finger bored down, and suddenly slipped in, distending the hot rectum.
"Oh!-it's hurting, auntie...."
Jacqueline only laughed and pushed harder, and soon her finger was buried to the hilt. Ass up, Renee could not defend herself. Her asshole gradually opened willingly to the caress. Mrs. Lorbert occupied and tormented it for a full five minutes, causing the most delicious orgasm to her niece. When Renee at last got up she was trembling all over. She cast a long adoring glance at her aunt, and noticing it, Jacqueline pulled her towards her and gave her a long passionate kiss.
"Oh, auntie-how nice you are to me...." whispered the girl.
"Now be off with you-and don't forget what I have said to you."
Her skirts tumbling down again round her naked ass, Renee left, the panties in her hand.
And Jacqueline Lorbert shook her head amusedly with a cynical laugh.
* * *
In the shady avenue of the park, under the hot summer sun, Frances and Renee were walking, arms round each other's waists.
"What shall we do?" asked Renee.
"Nothing-it's too hot. Let's play at ass-stroking and talk about things'."
Renee pouted her objection. For some days now her aunt had been giving her enemas and caressing her asshole prodigally with caresses that were far more knowing than anything Frances could lavish upon her and actually making her "come" in the process. If one wanted to play at naughty things, would it not be better to rope in the neighbor's son, little Jacko? This thirteen year-Old lad, precociously vicious, had often been their playmate.
Frances, who did not like to let a whole day pass without some forbidden sex adventure or other, acceded to this idea. As for Jacko, who they found playing in his father's garden, he was enchanted at the opportunity to be with them.
He led his two teachers into lonely glades of the park, asking:
"What are we going to do exactly?"
"You can do anything you like," said Frances. "But first of all I have to do a little piss behind this bush. Jacko-be good and look the other way for two minutes."
The lad shrugged his shoulders.
"What? You'd have me forget my manners and turn my back to a lady? Just because you want to do a pee? Why shouldn't I look?"
"Because I don't want you to. I don't want to pull my dress up and my panties down in front of you."
"You do what you like, but I shan't hide away."
But the little blonde found her own solution. She slipped her hands up under her skirts and undid the buttons of her drawers. The panties fell down at her feet. She had hardly stepped out of them when Jacko dived on them and picked them up.
"Here," he said, "I'll look after them for you While you take your piss."
With frank boyish curiosity he examined them very carefully, to the great confusion of Frances.
"You've wet them with piss a bit," he said, "were you in such a hurry?" He carried them to his nose and sniffed them with evident pleasure. "They smell nice, you know...."
"You are disgusting," said Frances with affected dignity, retiring into the bushes. She found a spot that suited her and squatted down, pulling her clothes round her-suddenly to freeze at the sound of Jacko's voice above her.
"How pretty you are, Frances ... you have no idea how nice your cunny looks while you piss!"
The girl made as if to get up, but Renee intervened.
"Don't be silly, Frances-it doesn't hurt to let him look, does it?"
And so Frances let her pee go on, and it tinkled down on to the soft moss, while Jacko squatted on his heels before her and lost not a detail of the operation. And when Frances came again towards them, blushing and coy, he looked at her in a very fresh way.
"That cunny you have between your legs is very pretty, you know ... I'd awfully like to see it close up."
"You never will...."
"At least let me put your panties back on for you."
"Oh, now-not likely," cried Frances, snatching the intimate briefs from him and running behind a tree trunk to put them on.
"We still haven't said what we are going to play at," said Renee, her mind running on one idea all the time. She thought a moment, and then clapped her hands.
"I know we'll play at being young married couples. Jacko will have to marry Frances first of all."
"And you? What will you do then?" queried Frances.
"Me? First of all I'll be the parson. Then the chambermaid, When the newly-weds come home."
"Just the right job," approved the others.
Renee, never short of imagination, folded up her collar and took on a serious mien. "I'm the parson now," said she. "I'm going to marry you," and she went through several unctuous gestures and then joined the hands of the couple in mock union.
"There. You are married. Now you must embrace each other."
Frances offered her cheek and Jacko bestowed a resounding kiss upon it. But Renee shrugged her shoulders.
"That's not right. Young newlyweds don't embrace like that. On the mouth...."
"On the lips?"
"Of course, Frances. Press yourself against Jacko, and you-Jacko-take her in your arms. Now kiss her like they do in the movies, Jacko."
Timidly he did as he was bid, but the in satiable Renee was not satisfied. "You haven't got the right idea," she commented. "Look, press yourself tight to her and put your tongue into her mouth-you too, Frances. I have a friend at school Who does it to me. Jack-go on."
Jacko crushed the little blonde in his arms and obeyed instructions, and Frances found it all entirely agreeable. The heat from her breasts and lush belly seeped through her clothes and communicated itself to the lad. Jacko grew bolder at the contact. He plunged his tongue between her open lips and together they strained away for several minutes under the eagle eyes of the ingenious Renee.
"Stop!" she cried at last. The two young people broke away, a flame burning in their eyes.
"Now you are going home together," said Renee. "I am Frances's maid and I am going to undress her before she goes to bed with her husband."
"Not that," said Frances. "Just pretend, Renee."
"Don't be silly. I shan't make you all bare. I shall just take off your dress and petticoat. Does it matter if your husband sees you in your panties ?"
"Good," said Jacko, crimsoning with pleasure at the idea.
Frances resigned herself to the idea with a sigh. Off came frock and petticoat. Eyelids lowered and cheeks blushing, she appeared in white lingerie moulded tightly to herself. A short slip heaved up over her precocious breasts, and short, well filled panties held her insolent, abundant luscious asscheeks.
"Now lay down," ordered Renee.
Docilely they obeyed, and stretched out on the moss, one against the other, close together. Frances felt an exquisite perturbation gradually steal over her, while Jacko tasted a strange pleasure in holding Frances's young sensuous body, half naked in girlish lingerie, close to himself.
"Now rub against each other so as to have children," ordered Renee.
"But I don't want to," wept her cousin, now beginning to feel herself really seriously distrubed at the emotions running through her.
"Why not?" asked Jacko; "isn't it nice?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Then what are you moaning about?"
Adding gestures to his words, he held her suddenly very close and tight, kissed her lips and rolled on to her body. Conquered, in ecstasy, Frances trembled. She gave him her open mouth, and her legs opened instinctively to her pretended husband. He caressed her young tits through her slip, and then his hands ran down to her panties and began feverishly to caress the little blonde's big asscheeks.
"Here," he cried suddenly, "This is what husbands give to their wives!"
And he fumbled at his trousers and suddenly released a big stiff dick.
"Look!"
Frances cried out. She pushed him off fiercely and got to her feet, fixing her staring gaze on the virile cock offered to her eyes. Then her lips began to tremble and her eyes filled with tears.
"I don't like it-I don't want to play-it is horrid!" she babbled. And before Renee or Jacko could make a single move to stop her, she slipped on her petticoat and dress determinedly, and big tears running down her cheeks, she ran away.
At home in her room she threw herself on her bed and cried for a good half hour. Frances Lorbert, precociously mature child, destined for great adventures in the realms of fucking, was not able to stand her first contact with the realities of a male prick!
CHAPTER THREE
"This was the spot, do you remember, Frances?"
Two young people were walking in the shade of the great trees in the park. Jacko showed his companion a little clearing carpeted with moss, home of many strange memories.
Five years have passed by. Five years, which can transform little girls into young women, and timid boys into questing adolescents, eager for cunt.
Five years-for the first time in five years all the cousins and their friends were reunited for the holidays at Mrs. Lorbert's manor. Frances's pretty mother had hardly changed at all. She is lovelier than ever, and seems hardly thirty years old. Frances is now a delicious girl of seventeen years, still blonde and lush-bodied, and her make-up and clothing now give her an elegant air. Renee Derys, at eighteen years, is not less beautiful. As for Solange Lorbert, she can now count twenty summers, and is the most divine female you could possibly hope to meet.
Jacko, the little neighbor, has turned into a handsome student of eighteen. And Robert? Robert is a man now, and is an officer in the Army, at the moment on leave, and staying with his aunt.
And how are they all now? What progress have they made? What Changes, if any, are there in their youthful desires?
After dinner both Jacko and Frances wanted to smell and taste the sweetness of the cool summer evening. Almost mechanically their footsteps carried them towards well-remembered nostalgic corners of the woods. Frances stopped, pensive.
"I remember, Jacko. It was here we spent most of our time-it's five years since then...."
"We played at being newly-weds-do you remember?"
"Yes-and Renee, the rascal, took off my dress-I was terribly ashamed for you to see me in my panties."
"A pretty little pair-all white, with pink laces, and full of your lovely charms!"
Frances burst out laughing.
"The newly-weds have changed a bit since then ... and the old panties have changed to nylon."
Jacko took his companion's hand.
"If I dared, Frances, I would beg a favor."
"It's granted in advance, Jacko."
"Truly? Suppose it's audacious?"
"I feel audacious tonight-it's memories, I suppose-so it won't matter."
"Then," said the youth. "I would like to sit down here-and play at being newly-weds again as we used to."
Frances trembled.
"Jacko ... do you want, perhaps-?"
"No, darling ... I simply want to revive a few moments from out of our childhood, to see you in the same place, and to lay by your side for a few moments on the moss and see if I can recapture our old feeling of innocence-it should be delicious."
The girl reflected. In the dusk her eyes were shining like points of light. Then she moved and Jacko heard a noise of silk rustling. The pale outline of her dress was thrown into relief against the dark moss background ... she had taken it off.
"You're lovely, darling. Come here and let me admire you a moment."
Taking Frances by the hand the young man guided her towards a spot bathed in moonlight, almost as light as day, to see that Frances was clad only in a dainty brassiere-a wispy thing-and a minute pair of panties which moulded themselves tightly to her round and heavy asscheeks. Below, the gleam of dark silk stockings, of naked thighs like a milky halo, and the vertical stripes of garters.
"Let's lie down Frances."
They sank down on the moss and laid out together, locked in each other's arms.
Suddenly and spontaneously their mouths sought and found each other. It was not the awkward kiss of five years ago, but a knowing sexy, exciting caress. As he bathed himself in this caress Jacko could not but sense and admire the progress his erstwhile little playmate had made in the last five years. Undoubtedly Frances had "been around" in her years in Paris! The young man grew more and more excited. His hands wandered feverishly over her asscheeks. He modeled its elasticity beneath his fingers, palpitating them in subtle rhythm, so that they danced and quivered happily. He tried a more precise gesture. He tried to snap the elastic of the panties, but Frances breathed:
"No-not that-I don't want to-do what you did before-like we did before-"
"If you want to do what we did before, there is one thing missing," sighed the young man. "Remember Frances, that five years ago I showed you part of myself-my prick to be exact, and you were frightened."
Confused, Frances buried her head in his shoulder.
"I remember as if it were yesterday, Jacko. And it has been an obsession with me ever since. That was the reason I too wanted to revive these happy hours."
She smiled into his eyes "What frightened me yesterday wiH not frighten me today...."
"Frances-you want me...?"
"Yes dear ... I want to see your lovely cock again...."
While she spoke the young lady began to unzip his trousers. Soon in the pale moonlight, his provocative prick surged out, encircled in her small fingers, with infinitely sweet gestures she caressed the coveted cock. On the swollen dick her hands slid about. drawing shivers of bliss from him. She leaned over him, scrutinizing his face, watching avidly all the reactions her cock-stroking were provoking. Suddenly before he could protest, her carmine mouth replaced her cunning hands. It felt to him as if a ring of hot moist flesh encircled his virile dick, ran down its shaft, slowly, and then to and fro with the regularity of a machine. Sometimes the frolicsome lips stopped en route and Frances' pointed tongue went into action, creating a thousand tickles and titillations and always on the most sensitive spots of his dick-head.
Extended on the moss, his hands playing in her blonde curls, Jacko surrendered himself to his companion. She gave herself madly to her cock-sucking task now. She sucked upon his dong feverishly, avidly, and at last as pleasure surged over and from him as he shot a terrific load of hot sperm which she sucked in as her prey with greedy lips.
The hot summer night shed its sweetness on the sleeping park. And on the moss sprawled the half naked body of the young woman, glued by an eternal kiss to the now languid cock of her companion in pleasure.
Still vibrating with unsatisfied sensuality, Frances regained at last the chateau. The cocksucking caresses she had lavished on Jacko had left her in a state of mad excitement, but she had refused a like cunt-lapping caress to the young man. She knew that the kisses of Renee Derys awaited her in her room, and that the kisses of her perverted cousin would be better able to calm the fires within her twat.
Yes-Renee was waiting for her. Her eighteen years had only added to her boyish charms. Stretched out on a divan, dress half up her thighs, cigarette between her lips, she had been impatient for Frances's return.
"You've been a long time, darling-what did you do with that young would-be cunt-lapper?"
In a few words Frances told her all that had passed.
"You seem tired after it. Come and snuggle down by me."
"Are you certain I shall be able to snuggle for long?" asked Frances jokingly. Her cousin replied with a laugh, wriggled out of her own dress and then helped Frances to strip off hers.
The two cousins appeared in delightful demi-nudity, sleek and gracious female bodies of flesh and curves. Thrilled by the sight of each other they hurled themselves upon the divan, belly to belly, tongues intertwined. Thus they stayed for a long time, motionless, sighing with pleasure, their sensuous silk-clad legs madly embraced.
Suddenly their impatient fingers unhitched the hooks of each other's brassieres and their magnificent swelling breasts squashed together in a mad hug. Then each occupied herself in removing the other's panties, with the same slow ritual. Renee's blue silk ones and Frances's pink nylon ones were both lowered and removed and their resplendent twats and asscheeks were open to each other's gaze. Renee's fingers spread and gripped and flowed over the massive ass of Frances, coming to rest finally in the cleft between, and a finger seeking her sweet moist cunt and forcing away therein like a syringe of love.
Penetrated, Frances trembled, and returned the caress to her cousin. Then, their cunts pierced by each other's fingers, they gave way to a rhythmic, pulsing frigging of love, fingers and tongues moving in unison.
Bruesquely Renee broke the spell. She stood up.
"To bed," she cried.
On the great big communal bed, with its soft silken perfumed sheets, the two female bodies flung themselves in "sixty-nine", the thighs of one surrounding the face of the other. Thighs were flung wide apart and their lovely cuntfruits revealed in their pouting pink apertures.
Frances went into action first, burying her face in the hairy twat of her friend, breathing in the acridity of the half-opened cunt. Her tongue delightedly explored the hot, moist cunt-lips, and like an audacious reptile suddenly plunged into the wet pink and purple cunny. Renee sighed in ecstasy and bit into the swollen pussy beneath her glaze. There was nothing to be heard now but sighs, panting breaths, and the strokes of active tongues.
When their climax overtook them it was devastating. They writhed convulsively, faces imprisoned by each others thighs and cunts, and the liberated perfumed cunt-juices ran down freely and stained the bedsheets. For interminable minutes they lay there, overcome, motionless. But at last they broke apart, to fall asleep in each other's arms, brown curls mingled with blonde. Their cunts were satisfied more fully than by any mere male prick....
* * *
In her boudoir, Jacqueline Lorbert was chatting with her friend, May Gilson, an American woman.
May was a very lovely woman of about thirty, and a well known musical-comedy dancer. A head of gorgeous curly hair, fine features, large eyes, sensual mouth and a body as shapely and impeccable as a mannequin's, made of her a most fascinating creature. Between her and Mrs. Lorbert there was not only friendship but another and more tender sexual sentiment. Mrs. Lorbert's daughters knew well enough why May had been brought there-Mama had to have her hump-affairs too, did she not? And their indiscreet eyes had more than once surprised the two frigging away, quite visible through surreptitious keyhole peepings.
After May had given the latest Paris news to her friend, Jacqueline got up and came across to her. She put two sensuous arms round May and began by bestowing a long and lingering ripe kiss full on her friend's red lips. Then she sat down and pulled the American on to her knees. May let her do it, and Mrs. Lorbert felt the delightful heat of May's asscheeks seep through and warm her thighs and her lap.
"It's a long time since we did this, darling," murmured Jacqueline. "Have you still the pretty titties that you had before? Show me."
And she fumbled in her friend's cleavage, opening it to the full. May's magnificent breasts surged out frankly; round and plump, hanging exquisitely upon her voluptuous torso. The sweet looking nipples were ruby, and erect in nervous agitation. With a greedy gourmet's sight, Jacqueline imprisoned a point between her lips and began to suck it feverishly.
Without interupting her caress, Jacqueline took the other breast in her hand and tenderly irritated the nipple with a crimson pointed fingernail. The American could stand no more; she leapt off Jacqueline's lap, burying her face in her hands and murmuring:
"No more ... no more ... I can't stand ny more...."
She fell back upon the divan, and Jacqueline rejoined her there, sitting at her feet.
"At least, darling, let me pull up your dress as I used to do. I hate to be deprived any longer of the sight of all these treasures that used to be mine alone."
Without waiting for a reply, she pulled up the pretty dancer's skirts, freeing the beautiful nylon sheathed legs. Satin garters with buckles held up May's stockings and then the naked skin of her thighs appeared, fringed by the yellow lace of a lovely pair of panties.
"Oh darling," sighed May, "how thrillingly you do it! My ass and pussy are yours, Jacqueline, to do what you like with."
May's panties were skin tight-almost see-through, moulding her body with such precision that even the dimple of her indented belly-button was revealed, and of course the sweet cleft of her gorgeous cunt. Jacqueline's face took on an expression of extreme horniness at the sight of this suggestive lingerie.
"Do you like my "see-through" panties?" asked May Gilson, coquettishly.
"You know I do, darling. For me, a pair of panties is one of the most significant items in the world of love. A pair of frilly drawers-it is such a symbol of femininity itself-it is almost human in the way it can suggest possibilities. I could say much on the subject of female lingerie-on brassieres, and filmy chemises and foamy nightgowns...."
And all the time she was speaking, Jacqueline was in the process of removing those much admired panties with caressing hands. At last they slid down the stockinged legs and were removed entirely, just a wisp of useless chiffon now.
"What a lovely wonderful ass you have, darling," said Jacqueline. She squeezed, stroked, kissed and smelt the white plump ascheeks. She explored every nook and cranny with her experienced artful fingers, stroking the cracks and delving deep into the crevices.
Blushing with shame and pleasure the American submitted to all these caresses. Jacqueline now slid her other hand round on May's belly, arriving at length at the most sensitive spot, fumbling in the triangle of silken bushhair, beneath which slept the beautiful ripe fruit of May's cunt. Her fingers insinutated themselves knowingly into its depths, first fingering and opening the smooth cuntlips and then delving deeper.
Penetrated from both sides at once, May began to shake nervously, and her asscheeks instinctively followed the rhythm of the caresses. Finally She was shaken by a shiver of shivers, and a cry of lust burst from her lips as her cuntjuice flowed freely in a delicious orgasm. She took her time in coming to herself, and then eagerly sought Jacqueline's lap again, and the two friends reunited in a long soul kiss. At length they were both satisfied-but only just in time!
The chambermaid, bringing in the tea, found only two sophisticated women of the world chatting idly of this and that.
* * *
Solange and Robert were alone in the Chateau. Frances, Renee and Mrs. Lorbert had gone to visit a neighbor. Solange preferred to stay in the house with her cousin, hoping for God knows what. For tomorrow Robert had to rejoin his reginment-his leave was finished. Today was his last free day. And the pretty Solange could not hide her melancholy.
Seated on his knees, head on his shoulders, she sighed: "Already over, darling-how quickly it has all passed."
Robert shook his head sadly. His hand slid under her skirts and stroked the sweetness of a pair of panties full of warm luscious asscheeks and pussy.
"What can one do, Solange?" he said, "All hump pleasure must pass. Yet we have had fifteen delightful screwing days, have we not? I feel that I shall always remember and be able to feel the touch of your lips on mine, and your pussy beneath my fingertips."
Solange did not reply for a moment; then she twisted embarrasedly on his lap and whispered:
"Listen, Robert-I would like to ask you something ... if I dared...."
"Anything."
"Well-as we are to be parted for so many months I would like to have an imperishable memory and treasure of our love. I would like ... a really complete and perfect fuck! What have you to answer to that?"
"You should be able to read the answer in my eyes."
"Robert ... I want ... to give myself to you ... with the most absolute completeness possible."
"And you won't regret anything, Solange?"
"No, no-I should be madly happy."
With a long kiss they sealed the pact. Then Robert got up and led his cousin to the divan in the corner. Solange flung herself face down upon it, face and nose in the pillows. Robert profited by her pose to yank up her clothes, and reveal to his hungry eyes the now familiar vision of her big trembling asscheeks like great ripe melons separated by a deep valley of shadowy flesh, and all covered by a wispy rag of pink silk stretched tightly over her marvelous ass.
Robert admired it at length and then sank on his knees and covered it all with kisses and caresses. How many times during the last fifteen days had she yielded to these caresses, yet each time it seemed better than the last ... and this time it seemed all a prelude to the real fuck that would make a woman of her. He ran his hands up round her waist, unsnapped the elastic and removed her panties in one smooth movement.
It was at this moment that she made some sort of half-hearted last-minute protest, but Robert hardly heard. The sight of her naked cunt and ass maddened him. He wanted to rape her moist twat now, deliriously, brutally, anyway at all, but be must have her. He had no eyes for her poor imploring face, begging for gentleness. All his glance was absorbed in her white belly, her joining thighs, and the mat of golden fleece hiding her moist cunt-lips.
With a strange passionate cry he flung himself upon her, and for some minutes they lay, pressed close, motionless save for kissings and intermingling tongues. Suddenly Solange trembled as Robert's hand fumbled between her thighs. Something hot, enormous, throbbed like a freed beast against her belly. The contact of his burning stiff prick set her afire. With a cry she held him tight and with the reflex instinct of a woman hungering for hump she parted her thighs. Robert sank slowly down upon her and she had the impression that his long thick, hot prick was sliding into her.
She cried out with pleasure, all ready to accept this strange visitor, when suddenly she was shocked by a sharp pain as his dick probed against her maiden head, essaying to force its passage up her cunt. An atrocious pain seemed to burn through her entrails, but her cherry was vanquished. Roberts weapon was slowly sunk to the hilt. Little by little the pains gave place to an intolerable yearning in her vagina.
"Robert ... sweetheart ... darling ... do anything you like ... fuck me, fuck me, now!"
After the pain, the pleasure. She felt the racking tremors of pleasure steal over her. Her ass ground away on the cushions below her. Robert led the dance with little short fierce thrusts of his huge dick up her twat. Solange breathed away her soul in this first awakening-born for love and devoted to it, she had at last discovered her inborn taste for hot cock. The unique pleasure of pleasures was here at last. It possessed her entirely at last, so that she wriggled on his stiff prick like an animal. And at the same time Robert inundated her with spurting loads of hot sperm, gorging her with his mighty offering.
"So that was complete, real fucking, Robert, darling? The reality is better than any dream. My pussy shall always belong to you after that."
Soon after, a second series of cunt-spasms shook Solange, and then they lay immobile, locked together.
In the shadows of a dying day, Solange's eyes were wide open and dreaming, fixed upon space, upon an ecstasy unknown, upon a paradise of earthly fuckings to come....
It was the birth of a woman-the death of a maidenhead upon the altar of fuck-pleasure.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ten years later. An epoch has passed, and once more Mrs. Lorbert's chateau opens its doors to youth and to pleasure.
But this time the lovely hostess is absent. Her friend May Gilson invited her to visit her in South America and she has gone. Her daughters and her nephews are here, and for some months they will be the sole masters and mistresses of the domain.
The first evening sees them all reunited at the dinner table in a worthy housewarming.
Solange Lorbert is now twenty-six years old, and her unique beauty has blossomed to its full. She is wonderfully voluptuous in a silk gown, cut low at the front, which makes her adorable as well as fascinating.
Sitting next to her, Robert Derys catches one's eye. He too has gained with age. He is physically the perfect lover, virile and handsome.
Frances? She is twenty now, and plump as a quail. Her high breasts and her sensuous asscheeks seem likely to burst free through the retaining silk which moulds her.
Jacko, the neighbor's son, is of course present at the feast. He is an accomplished and very good-looking young man now.
Renee Derys has conserved her boyish grace and charm. Her hair is still worn lesbian-style short and her eyes as impudent as those of a boy. She has not come alone to the chateau-she has brought a pretty girl-friend, charming Elaine Cleris. This last is a scintillating little blonde of eighteen, fresh as a ripe fruit and gay as a child.
PART THREE
CHAPTER ONE
I'll never forget that party in our dormitory during a "flu" epidemic at our school. Discipline had been extremely slack for a long time because so many of the teachers had been stricken down with a particularly virulent type of flu. Many of the girls and the office staff were suffering from it too. The sick bay was crowd ed to the doors and the school itself was only just managing to tick over.
Naturally this was an ideal time to have a night party in the dorm. The atmosphere in the school was a great deal different than it had ever been before and somehow a lax moral tone had permeated from the upper to the lower classes.
Going to the dormitory early one evening, for instance, I came across a girl lying on the bed, panties down, dress elevated, while a senior girl of hitherto unimpeachable reputation was furiously masturbating her with a Church candle! At my advent they did little more than look sheepish, and when I left the younger girl was still lying with her cunt and asshole shamelessly displayed.
On another occasion Micks (my special friend, her real name was Elizabeth) came across three girls masturbating each other in a wood near the school. One even had the temerity to suggest that Micks join in! Micks declined, whether the reason was rectitude or prudence is debatable.
So, as you see, morals at the school were gradually loosening and things once practiced more or less in secrecy were now done quite openly. It all came to a head when a whole bunch of mistresses went down with this "flu" at the same time and senior girls were put in charge of prayers and meals and discipline in the dormitories.
At first queer little parties began to be talked about. "In the Fifth last night," you would hear, "they danced naked with each other." Or, "They whipped a girl in the Fourth last night until her ass was as red as a beet!" This enterprise of the other girls soon reached our class, the Upper Sixth. Needless to say, Mick's was the original idea:
"Let's have a party tonight. If we invite the Sixth we'll be able to make up twenty. We can have a bottle of gin and plenty of fags."
"Gin?" I cried, "Oh no! Count me out!"
"Nonsense, you drink gin-that I do know."
I denied it but only half-heartedly. After all I had admitted to Micks once getting drunk on gin with Simon.
Micks organized the whole thing in class, not a difficult thing to manage, as I happened to be the monitor in charge of the History class. After lunch she collared me: "It's all arranged. Everyone's bringing their own food."
"There'll be trouble," I warned.
"No. Half the staff are in the dispensary and the other half don't feel well enough to give a shit what we're doing. It will be all right."
That night at ten the party started. From an original twenty who had promised to join the proceedings only twelve showed up, eight from our own dormitory. Various theories accounted for the absence of the others. An inability to bring anything for the feast was the main one. I suspected that the invited ones suspected the probable development of an orgy and were steering clear of possible trouble. So we started twelve strong. The youngest girl was fifteen. Micks was the eldest, two days from her seventeenth birthday.
She had made good her promise to bring some gin. She had managed to bring three bottles! I crossed my fingers when I saw them and hoped for the best. We started off with chicken salad sandwiches and a very small jar of pate de fois gras that one of the girl's uncles had sent her from France. Then we started on the gin. We laced it with Italian vermouth, and was it good!
One of the girls had a small portable radio which we switched on.
"This is marvelous," said one of the girls.
"Reminds me of the time I dined with a married man at the Savoy," said Mary.
"Tell us," said Micks.
"Well ... it's a trifle revealing!"
"I can guess. Come on-confess!" demanded Micks.
Mary laughed. "Are we all over fifteen?" she asked. Everyone was, so she started. "He was a friend of my father's-well sort of tall, dark and quite good-looking in a very virile way. I met him one day when he was talking business with father. He spoke to me and I suppose I was a bit impudent. Anyway, he asked me to have dinner with him one day and I said I'd love to. He took me to the Savoy and we had the most wonderful dinner imaginable."
"What happened to you afterwards?" I asked.
"He started me on gin and vermouth, and after that what do you think? He had a flat ... he took me there and I went to bed with him!"
"He screwed you then?" asked one girl coarsely.
Mary winced, "Yes, but please not that word. I allowed him to seduce me, shall I say?"
"Were you a virgin?" asked someone with a laugh.
"Good god no! My first hump was long ago. The last I saw of my cherry it was reposing on a sheet in a hotel in Bournemouth when I was fourteen!"
There was a chortle of laughter at this. The radio began to play a favorite number and two of the girls got up and began to dance round the dormitory. The air in the room was Warm. Mary unbuttoned her pajama jacket. I smiled as I saw the sensuous mounds of her titties with their carmine tinted nipples jutting' from the pale green silk of the jacket.
"Christ, that's better!" she said, "I was beginning to sweat."
"Oh no," said Micks. "Men sweat, women perspire, and ladies are pleasantly warm." Micks also undid her pajama front. Her knockers, fuller than Mary's, thrust out of the slit, luscious and creamy like great white ices with cherries on top. Mary, sitting cross-legged on the bed, leaned across to her.
"May I have this dance, Miss Elizabeth?" she said in an affectedly deep voice.
"I believe it's booked," simpered Micks. "The gentleman with the big cock in his buttonhole has already reserved me. Oh, but there the silly prick-he's tripped over it now, so perhaps we could just have one while he's threading his dickie back under his shirt."
She rose with a minor gale of laughter. Mary leaped from the bed and they danced around together, their bare breasts rubbing against each other excitingly, nipple to nipple.
The dance finished and was succeeded by another hot number. I rose. "May I have the pleasure?" I said to a girl opposite me, named Cynthia.
"To be sure," she said, "although I did promise all the slow dances to Lord Cocksucker he only dances slow ones: his rupture, you know."
I took her in my arms. "It is hot, isn't it?" she said. She unbuttoned her pajama jacket and I, smiling, did likewise. I pulled her to me and rubbed her pouting breasts against mine. I could feel her tense erect nipples wandering over the softness of my tits. A quick tightening came to my belly and I could feel my cunt was coming a little, as a girl does when she's properly excited.
We danced that one together, and the next one. Then we sat out, or rather sprawled out, lying together on one of the beds. Cynthia started playing with one of my breasts, rolling the nipple in her fingers and pressing it back into my breast until it was below the surface of it. I reciprocated by kissing her titties and tonguing her nipples.
Micks and Mary were still dancing. Once when I looked at them I saw that Micks was playing with Mary's hot, wet cunt right through her pajamas. Two other girls were now dancing. The difference was that they had had about two more gins than us and they were in consequence primed for more recklessness. They were dancing with their pajama tops off altogheter!
They made a strangely exciting picture as they danced round the dusky dormitory together, their white rounded bodies gleaming and their full breasts dancing and rounded bellies rubbing together. They danced until the number finished, then with mutual accord they kicked off their pajama trousers and resumed dancing completely in the nude. They were both fair, and the golden tangle of bush-hair round their cunts gleamed in the candlelight as their slim tapering legs moved gracefully and easily together. I could hear the smack of the thighs as they met and could see how closely their bellies were rubbing as they clung together.
"Don't they look lovely?" whispered Cynthia.
I nodded.
"Let's have another drink," she grinned. I knew what she meant, and nodded. We scrambled down the dormitory over to the beds. One of the bottles of gin was looking sadly the lighter for usage. We poured two good hookers of gin and vermouths and sipped them as we watched the two girls gyrating gracefully and silently in the darkened dormitory.
Cynthia looked at me with raised eyebrows. In answer I rose and stretched. She stood up and slipped her tight red shimmering pajama trousers completely off her snow white asscheeks. Then she removed her jacket. She smiled at me and started to do the frug, raising each hip alternately and making her breasts dance and palpitate.
I could feel the gin burning in my veins. I tore off my jacket and slid the trousers down my legs. I stepped out of them and we went into each other's arms. Her body was warm and firm against mine. When her jet black bush-hair touched my belly or thighs I felt like giggling at its tickle.
We danced out on to the floor and joined the others. I slid my hands up and down Cynthia's back, and thrilled at the rise of her full heaving asscheeks and the soft warm cleft between them. Her buttocks were hard and smooth and I could feel the muscles in them rippling as we danced. Her breasts were hard and hot against mine like voluptuous fingers and raised strange fires of wanting in me.
"I like the feel of you against me," said Cynthia.
"I adore the touch of you too," I replied.
"I suppose girls don't have hard-ons but I feel as if I've got one," she said.
I smiled luxuriously. I felt wild and abandoned. There were no limits I would not have gone to, to achieve an even greater sensation or sensuality right then. "I feel wonderful too," I said. "All buoyed up, hot and horny!"
"We'll have to consummate this mutual feeling," whispered Cynthia.
"I mean to," I replied.
How had I developed in a few months! Why, as I pen these lines I feel a faint tinge of a blush on my cheek, and a certain tight eager construction of my cunt!
All the girls were dancing now. Three couples were nude, the rest had taken off their coats. Another tune started, an old tune but a great favorite of mine-'Begin the Beguine'. We swayed around, our hot tits and cunts tight against each other, to the sensual strains of the wonderful song. "And the fire that was once a flame remains an ember...." How her breast burned into me! "When we begin the Beguine...." Her hand was touching the quivering, moist lips of my cunt hidden in the thick hair there.
Over Cynthia's shoulder I saw Micks kissing Mary all over the face and shoulders. "The palms were gently swaying...." She was swaying in my arms. Her crisp bush-hair was rubbing enticingly against my twat. I kissed her then, full on the lips. She held me so tight that I thought my ribs would cave in:
"Isn't it wonderful?" she whispered in my ear.
"Glorious! Shall we leave and find somewhere quiet?" I asked her.
"No-let's make a real orgy of it. Before we start we can watch the others and after we have finished we can watch again. I feel depraved tonight. I feel like I've never felt before, and it isn't the gin!"
"If you like," I said-but I would rather have crept off somewhere quiet where we could be alone and petted and frigged away in private.
The dance finished, and the famous signature tune came on the air. Micks sang it daringly in a loud voice. "Sush!" hissed a dozen voices. Micks grinned and the orchestra finished without accompaniment.
Then someone turned the knob and a tango from a continental station filled the dorm. Cynthia and I danced this one to the finish. Then we all went back to the gin and vermouth. I had two, and Cynthia three more. It didn't seem to affect her, and she leaned back against the wall and stretched voluptuously. She poised the glass on her hand and looked through it at a candle flame.
"I feel marvelous," she said. "I feel that if old Rouke came in here I'd sling the empty bottle at her."
We drank and danced and talked. One by one the girls paired off and retired to dark corners of the dorm, from whence came giggles and gasps of pleasure. Cynthia and I danced one more dance. Then we too sought a secluded bed. We lay on it and kissed passionately.
Cynthia's hands wandered over my body. I put one of my legs over hers. Her thighs were warm and hard. She pressed the lips of my hot twat open and slipped her fingers into me. I bit my lips with ecstasy as my cunt quivered to the touch of her slim fingers. She opened her thighs suggestively to me.
I stroked the crisp black bush-hair around her cunt. The tight curls were crisp, smooth and glossy to the touch. I gently parted her cuntlips. Her cunthole was hot and wet inside. I pushed two of my fingers deep into her palpitating pussy. Then, lying there each with fingers in the other's cunt we kissed lingeringly and passionately. With her fingers still working my cunny we kissed breasts and bellies.
Cynthia was sliding her fingers up and down my vagina very slowly, whereas I was masturbating her even more slowly. She stopped me suddenly.
"There is a better way of doing this, you know," she said. "What is it?"
"Kissing each other," she said.
Her face was flushed and her eyes sparkled in the candlelight.
"But we've been kissing," I said. "Anyway, that won't make me come."
She laughed softly. "The way I mean will!"
"And how's that?" I asked.
"Kissing each other here," she said. She touched my cunt, from which she had withdrawn her fingers.
"Oh!" I gasped. "I've never done that as yet."
"Now's the time to start. It's lovely, honest it is ... and I guarantee a little cuntlapping will make you come."
I looked round the dormitory. Micks and another girl were our nearest neighbors. The girl wasn't Mary. I identified her as a, girl from a lower class. Micks had a candle in her hand, and the girl was in a kneeling position While Micks worked it up and down in her cunt. If they can do that, I thought, why can't we let ourselves go too? I turned back to Cynthia.
"Let's try some cuntlapping!" I whispered.
"It's done like this. You lie on the bed face upwards, I lie on top of you with my legs towards your head. We can kiss each other's pussies that way."
It sounded a bit complicated, but I submit ted to her superior knowledge of lesbian technique. I lay on the bed, my head just below the pillow. Cynthia climbed deftly over me, her legs thrust up beyond my head. I gripped her thighs. I could see the parted lips of her moist, hot cunt above me and she doubtless could see mine below her.
Cynthia made the first move. I felt her warm lips brush my thighs. I reciprocated by kissing the crisp bush-hair round her cunt. The warm lips of her pussy thrilled my lips. I gripped her asscheeks tightly. I placed my tongue just a little between the lips. It kissed the lips of her cunt. I felt warm, juicy cuntlips yield to the pressure of my tongue. They opened, and my tongue glided into her cunthole. She played the tip of her tongue around my vagina. She stroked it sideways across so that her tongue brushed my twatlips apart and then let them close again in a deliciously tantalizing fashion. Then she too was in my pussy with her probing tongue.
Her fingers dug into my thighs and made me wince. We lay there, our heads nodding as we forced our tongues in and out of each other's juicing cunts. Every time her tongue touched my Clitoris I writhed in the extremes of ecstasy.
Unless you are a woman, you can have no conception of the delight of a dipping tongue, when it slips into one's cunt and tickles one's clitoris. It is like all the normal fucks one has ever had rolled into one enormous orgy.
I could touch her clitoris too, between the slippery walls of her cunt. Each time I did touch it her hands gripped my breasts or asscheeks wherever they happend to be, convulsively. I loved nestling my mouth against the springy bush hair at her hot twat. The lips of her cunt writhing with pleasure.
I soon felt my cunt-come rising within me, and thrust my tongue into her even faster, so that we could come together. I knew this to be desirable from my experiences of stimulataneous orgasms with men! We poked our tongues furiously in and out of each other's pussies. I believe we came together to the precise instant!
I was insane with the wonderful feeling of my bursting come, but I do remember the swift rush of her sweet come to my lips. I was mad with ecstasy-and both our cunts twitched wildly in the throes of our orgasm.
We lay there still sucking each other furiously intent on giving ourselves the maximum pleasure from our frenzied exertions. When the warmth that follows an orgasm took hold of us and we felt drowsy and contented we lay down beside each other and cuddled each other's tits. I felt Cynthia's cunt-it was wet! I realized that part of the wetness was from my own lips and part from her own furious coming.
After a time of kissing and petting we looked to see what the others were doing. Probably inspired by us, Micks was lying flat out on her ass. Her companion was crouched in a semi-sitting position above her and facing her. Micks tongue was darting in and out of her cunt, while with one hand the girl was masturbating Micks between her gaping thighs.
On another bed two girls were indulging in a position for love I have never seen since but which I have always thought worth trying. One girl lay on her side, while the other also lay on her side between her open legs, so that their cunts were together. By wriggling and letting each other's clitoris touch, they were able to make quite a fair facsimile of normal fucking.
On another bed a girl lying on her back sup ported another, her cunt over the first's tits. This, at the time, was also new to me. I've practiced it since occasionally with Amelia-but have not thought much of it.
I suppose I dozed off about then. Anyway when I awoke it was getting light. Cynthia still lay beside me naked. Her finger tips were still just resting within my cunthole.
"Wake up!" I hissed, shaking her white shoulders. Her breasts danced attractively but she didn't stir. I tried again:
"Cynthia-time to wake up!"
She stirred at last, "What's the time?" she asked.
"It must be six o'clock. You'd better get back to your own dorm."
"Oh hell!" But she got up. One by one we wakened the others. Most of them were sleeping together in the nude. What a show of fresh, firm young tits and cunts there was that morning as the girls donned their pajamas.
At last they were all gone. Micks snuggled down with an enormous yawn. "Wake me for prayers!" she sighed.
CHAPTER TWO
It was during the mid-term vacation that I had a real adventure. My parents were abroad so I could not get away from the school except by invitation and Micks, bless her heart, concocted some story so that I could accompany her to town.
She planned to stay with her cousin. She had already fucked with him on several previous occasions and I had listened enthralled to all the details. It Was a little daring on my part to come up to London because I only had three dollars and my return ticket when I arrived. But I was determined to enjoy myself-even if I did not have a fuck-adventure.
Micks did not have to meet her cousin until the evening so she took me to the movies in the afternoon. I was already beginning to think I would have to go back to the school, When Micks with her usual daring got talking to a distinguished looking man during the intermission at the movies. He bought us a huge box of chocolates and came and sat between us. When the films started up again he started up too-I felt a gentle hand on my thighs pushing my dress between my legs. I didn't know what to do, but it was a pleasant feeling so I let him keep on. He managed to get one finger up my pantie leg and onto my clitoris and he certainly knew what he was doing. He soon had me in a frenzy of cuntpleasure. I must have been wriggling about in my seat quite a lot because suddenly I heard the thick nasal voice of a woman in front of me, she said:
"Do you mind keeping still? I didn't pay good money to come here to see your head waggling!"
The man whipped his hand down from my cuntlips. I flung my coat over my legs. Face crimson, breast heaving from the nearness of my orgasm I sat perfectly still. I had not quite finished. Secretly I slid my hand down my belly and into the top of my panties. I furtively opened my legs and resumed the masturbation myself. A few quick clitoris rubs with a finger and I had finished. But it was not a very satisfactory come for me at all I again carefully arranged my clothes and sat still.
At the end of the film we emerged blinking into the daylight and our newly acquired friend insisted on taking us to tea. The more we spoke to him the more we realized that he was a gentleman. Micks is adept at drawing people out-and at involving other people in her schemes. Before I knew where I was she had explained that I would have to return to school (she did at least not mention which school) as I was short of money and could not stay in town for the remainder of the mid-term vacation.
He was most sympathetic and absolutely insisted that I should stay at his house-and then-he introduced himself. He was nothing less than a Lord! Even so I was a little scared, but Micks had got me so involved that it was very difficult to refuse without being downright rude.
I don't mind saying that I dreaded the moment coming when she would leave me with him but off she went, the minx, leaving me to my fate. But before we went to his place he took me to a theatre and we had supper afterwards. Then he took a cab and we drove to Belgrave Square. I was a little comforted by the sight of his great towering house, it looked very respectable.
He took my arm: "don't be nervous, you're in good hands."
"I hope so," was all I said.
He chuckled as we went up the wide stone stairs to the door where he rang the bell. A moment's wait and the door opened. A butler stood framed in the rectangle of light.
"Good evening, my Lord," he said.
"Good evening, Simpson. This is Miser-" he coughed (I had not yet told him my first name) "-Miss Rogers. She will be staying the night."
"Very good, my Lord. Shall I prepare one of the guest rooms?"
"Yes ... yes, do that."
He allowed Simpson to help him off with his coat, then he himself helped me off with mine.
"Will there be anything in the meantime?" the butler asked.
"A little sherry, perhaps?" he replied, after an inquiring glance at me. We went into a magnificent study. I will gloss over the details of the next hour. I had several glasses of sherry and Lord Illingworth showed me books and pictures I would never have believed existed. The picutres in some of the books! Women with enormous tits being fucked by black men with the most gigantic cocks I have ever seen. Women being whipped ... women being tongued ... women being masturbated with realistic looking rubber pricks ... women being licked by dogs! If his purpose was to excite my cunt he certainly succeeded! What with the erotic pictures and the sherry I felt really reckless and devil-may-care.
"Well, I suggest bed now," he said at last.
Excited as I was, I still didn't feel like going to bed and fucking with the old rake. He must have ready my thoughts for he said placidly.
"You will sleep on your own."
"Thank you," I said. But there was a look in his eyes that I didn't understand if his promise was genuine. Then it came."
"You'd like a bath before retiring?" he asked.
"Weil yes, I think I would." He rose. "Then you shall have one. I suppose I may be permitted to wash your back?" he queried roguishly.
I smiled. "Surely there's a sponge?" I said.
He grinned and rubbed his hands.
"No-I act as a back-sponger to visitors, if they are pretty and attractive like yourself."
I decided there was nothing I could do about it, so I rose.
"All right, then, I must have my back clean, and if that's the only way to assure it...."
He took me upstairs and showed me my room. A door in it led to the bathroom. It was a beautifully decorated and furnished bedroom and the bed, I was glad to see, was a single one! He sat on it saying with a chuckle:
"Quite springy, you see."
Then he got up. "I won't be a moment," he said.
I examined the room while he was out. There was a shelf of books. I looked at the titles. They were quite innocuous, nothing like the erotic collection downstairs.
He soon came back. He had donned a short black velvet smoking jacket. Over his arm he carried an oilskin macintosh. He tossed this on the bed.
"Now," he said gloatingly, "Perhaps we can get ready for our bath. I'll run it for you."
"Our both?" I queried.
"I speak figuratively," he grinned with a wag of his finger. He trotted into the bathroom and When he came back his eyes were sparkling. He was-or should I say is?-a dirty old dog. For he's been keeping me two hundred dollars a month for the last ten years!
"Come along," he said, "Be quick, the bath is running."
I must have blushed. No girl of seventeen could have undressed before this Old cuntlapper without blushing. I unbuttoned my summer dress to its limit. As he caught a glimpse of my pink frothy bra through it, he wriggled impatiently. I slowly pulled the dress over my head. I put it down on the bed and looked at him.
"Oh, how exquistie!" he exclaimed. His eyes were running over my body from my tits to my ankles. Some girls can take off their brassieres without disturbing the poise of their breasts. I can't. Even today when I take my brassiere off my tits dance and jiggle in a most immodest manner. They did so now as I stripped it off under the horny, lustful eyes of Lord Illingworth.
I stood there before him, my bra in my hand and my tits bouncing and dancing. He chuckled and rubbed his hands. But to my surprise he made no attempt to touch me.
"Now for the rest," he said caressingly.
The rest was my slip and my panties and oh those panties! My slip I was not ashamed of, it was a sleek thing in pale blue with plenty of lace. But my panties were navy blue school regulation ones, which for some reason or other I had forgotten to Change. Sheer horrors ! And to think that I'd spent the twenty dollars given to me for my birthday almost exclusively on sheer frothy panties which were the envy of the entire dorm!
I peeled off my slip. I stood there, my tits still tumbling wildly, conscious of my horrible panties. But he didn't seem to mind at all, in fact he eyed me ravenously. I could tremendous hard-on bulging in his trousers....
"Now the panties," he said. "Pull them down slowly so that I don't see too much of you too soon."
I did What he asked. I slowly stripped them down to my legs. I heard him sigh as the top slid over my asscheeks, bush and cunt. I didn't dare look at his face. When they were down to my ankles I stepped out of them as gracefully and delicately as I could.
"Come with me," he said.
In trepidation I went towards him. He put his arms round me and his hands stroked my quivering asscheeks. I half pushed him away from me.
"That's right," he said, "The bath will be ready now." He took my arm and we went into the bathroom. The bath was nearly full.
I tested it and stepped in. Although not looking at him I knew he was looking at my cunt. I sat down in the bath. He sat on a chair while I soaped my jiggling tits and arms.
"There's nothing in the world like the body of a white woman gleaming with water and the milky froth of soap bubbles!" he said.
"I should think a black woman looks quite nice too," I said.
"Disappointing ... disappointing."
"So you've seen one?"
"I once had three women in an hour in my bath in India. One was a white and the others were colored. I was sobering up after a regimental dinner."
"Did you ... did you actually...?" I faltered.
"Fuck them? Yes, screwed them in the water one after the other! The white one was the daughter of my CO., the blacks were servants. They were the best pieces of ass, but the white woman looked the best. She was eventually raped by a nigger she'd been cockteasing for months. They hanged him for it."
"How ghastly!"
"There are plenty more where he came from."
"I mean, being raped by a black man," I shuddered.
He got up and taking the soap from my hand he began Washing my back. When he had finished he soaped my breasts again and kneaded them. He crushed each nipples into her senuous titties and rolled them in his fingers and generally did the most delightful things to them.
"Do you like that tit-treatment?" he asked.
Despite myself, I nodded, "I do!"
"Have you ever had a man put his prick between your lovely knockers and roll it round them?"
"Certainly not!"
"And you wouldn't like it?"
"I certainly wouldn't."
"He looked disappointed. "Stand up."
His voice was pleading. I stood up and the water ran down my smooth glistening skin and curves. He soaped my cunt and bush-hair and ran his soapy fingers between my thighs and around the lips of my cunt and asshole. He noted my pleased wrigglings. As I opened my legs he slid two soapy fingers deep into my pussy. His fingers were broad! I winced.
"Not too far!' I said.
"You're cunny's so fresh and tight," he whispered, then slapping my ass lightly, "But you're not a virgin!"
I didn't answer.
"You're not, are you?"
I shook my head.
"Who had the pleasure of devirginating you?"
"A boy."
"Did you want him to fuck you or did he rape you?"
"Well, he didn't exactly rape me."
"What did happen?"
"Well, he made me do it-he had a hold on me," I told him about the photos Micks had taken and the chemist's assistant who developed them.
His eyes glistened as he listened to the story.
"Did you like it then when he fucked you?"
I nodded. "I did in the end."
"Did he come into you?"
"No, he wore a...." I gulped, "a rubber."
"Barbarous," he muttered. "Quite deliriously barbarous."
"And later I liked his doing it to me...."
"So you were blackmailed into surrendering your cherry and lived to be glad that you did?"
"I wasn't glad. There are plenty of others I would rather have fucked for the first time. For instance I once knew an actor named Simon...." I broke off.
"Simon what?" he prompted.
"You wouldn't like it if I went around talking about you, would you?" I asked him.
"All right, all right," he said testily. "You know an actor named Simon. What happened with him?"
I could see that discussing my short sex life was exciting him. So partly from compassion and partly from senuous excitement that I got from this discussion I went on as bidden.
"Well, he frigged me."
"How old was he?"
"About thirty."
"Did you like it?"
"It was lovely," I said, hugging my naked body.
He squirmed. "He shot his load straight into you?"
"Yes, I let him do that."
"Lucky dog!"
"He was nice."
"Was nice? You never fuck for him now at all?"
"No, never."
All the time he was asking these questions he was playing with his erect cock through his trousers. I could see his hand stripping his knob as he was jerking himself off I made out that I had not noticed. He put his hand into the bath and stroked my breasts.
"Did he ever beat you?" he asked.
I started. "Beat me? No, of course not why should he?"
"Not even smacked you when you were naughty-really naughty?"
"No!" I said this vehemently.
"But you were naughty at times, weren't you-young girls always are."
"I ... no, I don't think I was."
"Come, come," he grinned. "All girls your age are naughty sometimes."
"I must be different. I wan't naughty with Simon."
He grinned again. "Surely you mean that you were naughty but he never found you out?"
"No, I was good. What are you getting at?"
He smiled and wagged his old head. "A man can't love a girl who is always good."
"Why ever not?"
"Because then he has no occasion to smack her. If he can't smack her he soon ceases to love her!"
"Well," I said, "That's a funny idea if ever I heard one! Catch me letting anyone smack me!"
His face fell and he looked at me doubtfully.
"Of course," he said, "If you're good you won't be smacked, but if you're very naughty...."
He broke off and smiled enigmatically. He was still kneading and stroking my breasts. I felt terribly horny. My nipples, what with the water and his playing, were standing out like stiff raspberries. I could feel the little squirming in my cunt which always tell me when I want to come.
"If I was naughty I would expect a smacking. I'd get one at school if I was really bad."
"Would you?" he asked eagerly. "Would the mistress cane you?"
"She might."
"Where?"
"On the hand."
His face fell. "Not on your asscheeks?"
"She might if it was very serious. I once had a few on my asscheeks with a hairbrush from a mistress."
He nearly fell off his seat with excitement.
"A hairbrush!" he ejaculated. "What a lovely idea!"
I pouted crossly. "It wasn't lovely at all. The old bitch hurt me. Another mistress once smacked me on my bare ass with a ruler."
"That must have been a wonderful sight," he said.
"It was horrible," I suddenly shivered. "The water's getting cool," I said, "I think I'll get out."
He leaped up and snatched a towel from the rail. He handed it to me, then he took another towel and While I dried my arms he dried my lower body paying particular attention to the inside of my thighs and my cunt.
"You're trickling," I said When once the roughness of the towel tickled the lips of my pussy.
"That's what it is," he chuckled, "As receptacle for tickles!"
Then he dried my breasts and when he had finished he kissed them and sucked my nipples. I stepped out of the bath and sat on a chair. To dry my legs I lifted them. His eager dirty old eyes were immediately fixed on my cunt as the lips of it opened with the stretch of my legs, legs.
He must have got a good view of my cunthole for he licked his rather thick lips and resumed his playing in his trousers. It must have been the sherry. How else could I have sat there letting that horny cuntlapper see everything I had and actually reveling in the perversion of being mauled by him?"
I finished my drying and stood up.
"What a wonderful body!" he said.
"What wonderful curves and what fullness, especially at the asscheeks!"
In those days I had just as good an ass as I have now, and I know I am not flattering myself when I say this. It is full and very round, and I see to it by exercises that it stays so.
He came over to me and turned me round and round. He ran his hand down my back and over the curve of my asscheeks.
"Oh!" he said suddenly, "There's a smudge on them."
He took up the soaking sponge and wiped my ass. He threw the sponge in the water. I bent down to pick up the towel from the chair. He immediately lifted his hand and smacked me hard across the wet cheeks of my ass. I yelped and spun round.
"And what was that for?" I asked, feeling my tingling asscheeks.
"Good girls see that there aren't any smudges on their asscheeks," he said.
"You hurt me."
"Not much, surely?"
"It did hurt." I could feel my asscheeks tingling and they felt warm to my hand. He bent his head and kissed my left cheek.
"You've got an irresistible ass to smack," he said.
"Well, try to resist," I said, "It really did hurt."
"What would you say to a little present from me of, say, one hundred dollars to do what you liked with?"
I flopped on the chair in amazement. One hundred dollars! At that time I was getting three dollars a week pocket money.
"Why would you give me one hundred dollars?" I asked.
"Just for doing me a favor," he replied, fondling my breasts.
"What sort of favor?" I asked suspiciously.
He stood closer, his hand now caressing the insides of my thighs and the hair at my cunt.
"Just let me smack you some more. Not a lot, and not nearly as hard as that one."
I gulped. "One hundred dollars to smack me?"
He nodded. "One hundred whole dollars to do as you like with. Surely it's a bargain. I shant hurt you and I shant want to do anything else to you."
"Promise?"
He raised his hand. He really did look quite dignified ... a change from a minute ago when he merely looked a dirty old man!
"I promise on my honor that I wont attempt to really fuck you!"
I considered. "It's a lot of money," I said, "and my mouth's allowance has already gone."
"Then the choice seems clear."
I looked at him. "You know what they call girls who let men pay them?"
He even flushed. "That is nonsense. It was my suggestion, not yours."
I looked down at my naked body. After all, the only scruples I could have were that he might hurt me. He had seen everything and done everything short of actually fucking me and he had promised not to do that. I suddenly nodded.
"All right, but you wont hurt me?"
He shook his head. Afterwards I realized that this had not been included in his promise. I went into the other room with him and he took the plastic coat from the bed. He handed it to me and I held it to the light. It was quite transparent.
"What's this for?" I asked. "Put it on."
"But why? If we are going out I shall want more on than this!" He smiled.
"Now, why not let me arrange this? We are not going out, but I like seeing girls in plastic raincoats. The shiny plastic shows off their skin so beautifully. There is a split at the bottom that parts, so that your ass is, shall we say, available to me!"
I swallowed.
"Well, it will be cold."
"Only for a moment."
I slipped the transparent plastic coat on. I gasped as the coldness of it struck my warm body.
I was standing very near the bed. He came over to me and buttoned the coat around my breasts and did up the belt.
"You look exquisite, my dear, simply divine-I knew you would!"
"It's still cold!"
The crafty old devil-he had that mac ready and waiting knowing he could bribe a schoolgirl to do what he wanted.
He sat on the bed.
"Now lie across my knees."
I mentally crossed my fingers. I did as he bid me. He put one hand on the small of my back. I felt his other hand part the mac at the back exposing my naked asscheeks. I bit my lips and held my breath. His hand went up and I closed my eyes.
Down it came!
It cracked on to my ass with quite a force. Although it hurt I made no sound. He slapped me until I simply had to cry out, but although it hurt I somehow liked it!
Every time his hand cracked down I quivered and trembled with pleasure. I could feel my buttocks burning with the smacks, and I knew it must be crimson all over. Sometimes his hand would land inside my thighs near my asshole ring. Then I'd squeal louder and thresh my legs.
In the end I think he exhausted himself. Although I admit he's done a lot better since! I could hear him panting and gasping with exertion. The strokes were not nearly so hard and there was a longer gap between them.
Suddenly he stopped. Then he turned me over. I lay face upwards on the bed on his lap. He pulled the plastic coat up violently and looked down at my naked cunt. Then he bent his head, and his lips came hard against my twat. I held his head in ecstasy as his tongue started darting in and out of my cunny.
It wasn't long before I came. But even after I'd come he still pushed his tongue in and out of me. In the end even though my cunt was still twitching and juicing, I pushed him away. But he continued to suck and lick my sticky cunt with pleasure, gasping as he did so. At last, I said: "You're making me sore."
At this he raised his head and kissed both my breasts just once. I got off his lap and stood up. He helped me off with the coat. In the wardrobe mirror I could see that my ass was an ocean of crimson. I stroked it
"Sore?" he asked.
"It is rather!"
"It'll cool off in bed. What time do you want to leave in the morning?"
"I've got to meet Micks at Victoria Station at nine ... say eight-thirty."
"I'll tell Simpson. Good night."
Naturally I wondered if I'd get my money. But next morning Simpson awakened me with a beautiful breakfast on a silver tray and there, propped up against a glass of orange juice was an envelope.
One Hundred Dollars!
I have never forgotten the thrill of that moment! But of course, I've made lots more money since then....
