Upon its publication in London, "Confessions of a Pushover" achieved instant notoriety as one of the hardest-hitting stories on various types of sexual perversion ever published. The entire printing was sold out to an eager public in a matter of days. However, the Office of the Chief Censor soon banned the book and forbade distribution of the second printing anywhere in the United Kingdom. It was promptly shipped abroad where delighted collectors of avant garde erotica added it to their libraries.
Dr. Karl Steiner, the prominent psychoanalyst makes the following pertinent disclosures from the private files of his case histories:
"Eileen W. was a very attractive young redhead, whose serious nymphomania was responding to analysis. In one session she told of a period when she began dating homosexuals.
" '. . . Just the ones who wanted to keep it a secret. They'd date girls to make everybody think they were normal. It really shocked some of them when I took their cock out and started sucking it. If they fought me, I told them I would tell everybody they were queer.
" 'Some never could ejaculate. A couple never even got hard, just stayed soft in my mouth. Most of them got hard though, and once they were hard I could make them come ... I could come sucking cock, even with a soft prick in my mouth. The very thought of sucking cock could make me hot and excited ..." 'I went up to Harper Lake with three boys. One of the boys had a cabin there and they wanted me to spend a weekend with them . . .
" It turned into a real sex orgy. We all ran around the cabin naked and they had me jerk two of them off while I sucked the other. The three of them stood in front of me real close together. I knelt down and sucked the center one, while I used my hands on the other two cocks. It was very interesting and I made them come practically all at the same time.
" 'That was when I learned how to kiss a boy's ass, and I really liked that. This good-lookboy, Paul, bent over and grabbed his ankles and told he to lick his asshole. That was the first tune I'd done that, and he had me get my tongue up his anus as far as I could. I had his balls in my hand and played with them while I did it. What surprised me was I had a climax while I did it. For some reason it made me hotter than anything I'd ever experienced before.
" 'The others wanted me to do it to them afterwards, and we concentrated on the asshole bit all weekend long . . .' "
From these comments, and from reading the story it is possible for the reader to become aware of the subtle indications of perverted sexual behavior in others. If one recognizes these serious psychological problems, one is certainly better fitted to handle them in a constructive manner.
Continental Classics presents this book in its original and unexpurgated form. Because of the nature of its subject, it is recommended only for the graduate student and mature adult reader.
Allan Saunders, M. A. New York City September, 1968
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
I refilled my glass with whiskey and sat down in the deep armchair by the fireplace. I had about twenty minutes to wait while my wife finished dressing. I knew that when she did appear those twenty minutes and the previous two hours ritual would have been well spent and would be repaid in gold dust before the night was through. Even though I had been through these preliminary scenes scores of times before, I had not grown blase, and I was so keyed up with anticipation as if it were the first time. More than this even, for I knew that when she finally did step into our living room I would be as overwhelmed as any suitor who was dating the object of his desires for the first time.
Jane and I had been married for five years, the best years of our lives. It is true that we were lucky in that we did not want for material things, we had more money that we ever need to spend, thanks to the foresight and financial acumen of my paternal grandfather; but our love would have enabled us to survive under any conditions. Many of our friends and acquaintances envied our economic security and the leisure that went with it, but they failed to realize that our happiness could not have been bought with the entire contents of the Bank of England.
We lived a gay, active life, travelling, partygoing, the days were full and we were booked up with engagements for weeks ahead. But what we really lived for were what we called our "adventures". This was one side of our lives that only the most trusted intimate friends shared, and then only intermittently, as we preferred to look for our adventures in strange places, among strange people. We both had a highly developed sense of erotic curiosity and we continually explored different environments for new experiences with unknown people. We were both so experienced now that having decided to explore some strange new situation, we rarely failed to discover someone who was willing to participate in, or preferably a likely prospect who could be inveigled iinto a little hump adventure. We were careful not to allow this adventurousness to become a full-time occupation. The excitement would have been lost, and we preferred to intensify our fuck desires with abstinence.
Our last sex indulgence had been a month prior to this particular night and for the last week we had been preparing for this one. We planned each one like a military campaign with painstaking care and each stage of our strategy was developed down to the minutest detail. There were three main possibilities open to us. Firstly we had a list of people in what we called our Future Reference Book. They were people, individuals or couples with whom we had some nodding acquaintance and whom we had met under not very propitious circumstances for our schemes, but with whom we would like to become more intimate, so to speak. Sometimes we were lucky and were able to exploit them sexually almost immediately, but sometimes we would have to wait months and lay intricate traps before we could succeed in our object.
Secondly, we would fix our desires onto some previously unknown person or persons, usually another married couple, and embark on an elaborate game of seduction.
And, finally, we would just go into a public place and, acting separately, each of us would endeavor to pick up a member of the opposite sex not previously known to each other. Each choice had its own advantages and disadvantages, naturally, and we would investigate all possibilities and conditions includinig our own immediate desires, before finally deciding.
There was no variation of hump adventure that we had not experienced, no perversion that we had not tried. The pleasure did not derive so much from what we were doing, but from the novelty of those whom we were frigging, and our power to control and direct the sexual lives of other individuals. In this respect we had become so powerful that we were constantly looking for new fields to conquer and ever stronger challengers to our skill. However, we did not allow our sense of power to become an obsession, and we exercised it with discretion. We controlled our passions by sheer will-power up to the breaking point, and then released them in full flood, emptying our bodies' come-juices until not a drop was left. Our resulting satisfaction was so great that the urge for repetition was reduced to a point where it hardly existed at all except in a dispassionate corner of the mind.
While I sat drinking I thought about the coming night's entertainment. We had finally decided that our abjective would be a very attractive married couple of about thirty or so whom we had seen earlier in the week dining in the restaurant of a fashionable pub near the river at Henley. During the week we had been making a number of surveys of places we might go to on our chosen night. Both Jane and I had been struck by the sexy appearances of these two and we decided that they would suit us admirably. We were unable to effect an introduction at the time but I questioned the bartender and found out that they were always there on a Friday night which couldn't have been better from our point of view.
Jane and I were both looking forward to meeting them, a more sexually desirable couple one would have to go a long way to find, and I was quite certain that any resistance to our proposals would soon be overcome even though it would, in all probability, be a new experience for them. The skill needed for these initiations largely rested on the ability to set the scene properly in the first instance and was a question of infiltration and outflanking movements, not direct frontal assaults. Once Jane started flirting with him the man stood no chance. Her wiles could arouse hump desire in a eunuch.
The wife in these cases is usually more difficult to handle although I have had some pleasant surprises, but once the husband has fallen for Jane her defences are much easier to overcome. The kind of game we play is rather like chess. There are a number of standard openings and corresponding defences and for the first few moves one can play by the book until the player tries to seize the advantage by intrducing variations and forcinig his opponent to play the way he wants him to. Jane and I always have this advantage and always dictate the course of hump-play because our opponents were unaware that they are opponents because they do not realize that the game is in progress. Furthermore, we have been in training for the ultimate objective and we are determined that we are not going to be cheated of the climax. Although, I must admit we have had a few failures, almost invariably the citadel has fallen before our adversaries were aware that they had been called on to defend it.
Sometimes of course there is a spirited defence at the last minute by a wife who has quite rightly suspected Jane of trying to seduce her husband. But then, of course, she makes it easier for me to fuck her.
If, on the other hand I find the wife an easy prospect, the husband is no problem because he has been so mesmerized by Jane that he doesn't know what's going on.
But, whatever happens in the preliminary skirmish, once we have got them back to our luxurious house there is no problem except to get them used to the idea of us all having sex together. But a little alcohol will do the trick if jealousy doesn't. Usually by the time we have reached this stage our victims are fascinated by the idea of seeing each other fucking with someone else, followed by all the possible variations that four people can indulge in.
During the week before our proposed humpsession, Jane and I have no sexual relations at all, and we are careful to avoid dressing in front of each other and seeing each other naked. We are completely chaste. Consequently our desires have reached a peak when we set out to conquer fresh fields and we are drunk with anticipation.
On this particular night I had just jumped the most difficult hurdle. I always bathed and prepared my wife, doing everything except dress her. A pleasure, no doubt, but a temptation.
First, I filled the bath getting the temperature exactly right. Then I undressed her, slowly removing each garment with care, hanging her dress in the wardrobe, putting trees in her shoes and placing them on the shelf where they belonged, and putting her soiled underwear in the laundry basket. She put on a dressing gown and sat down and I then picked her up and carried her in the bathroom, taking off her dressing gown and gently lowered her into the bath. All this time we didn't say a word to each other. I picked up the soap and began washing her. Up till now I had managed to control myself easily, but as soon as I touched her soft warm body my prick rose to its full, hard length. Jane lay inertly in the bath as I soaped her. My heart was pounding and my head swimming but somehow I managed to get through the ordeal. I knew that Jane was having just as hard a time as I was. When I came to her breasts, her ruby nipples were stiff and she gripped the sides of the bath. But neither of us made a move to spoil the ritual.
When I had fininshed washing her all over I took a small soft nylon brush. I used it first on her luscious cunt, pushing it in as far as it would go, slowly rotating it all the time. When I was satisfied that her cunt was cleaned I inserted it in her anus. No part of her body was left untouched and when I had finished her body was as clean as it would ever be. After this operation I made sure her armpits were properly shaved. Jane then stepped out of the bath and I dried her as vigorously as possible. The only thing remaining was to powder and scent her. When this was done she put on the dressing gown again and I carried her back to the bedroom. I left her there to make up and dress and went back to the bathroom to clean it up. After that, I had a hot and then a cold shower and dressed myself. I was now back to normal and the harden I had felt welling up inside me while I was bathing her had subsided.
I looked at my watch and decided that I had time for one more drink before Jane appeared. I speculated for a few moments on what she would wear but I could come to no decision. Whatever she did wear she would look beauti ful and I could never fault her.
She was quite a tall woman, five feet eight, with lovely long legs. Her hips were soft and round, her waist slim and her breasts high on her chest, medium sized and firm with prominent deep red nipples. She had a wide, generous mouth, flashing eyes and classically high cheek bones. Her perfectly white skin contrasted with her thick jet black hair. But, in addition to being beautiful she was also very sexual and nobody could fail to be aware of her sexuality on first meeting her. When she walked she was like a lithe animal, and when we went any where I knew every man who saw her was mentally undressing her and fucking her. She was now twenty-eight years old and at her peak, being a more mature version of the girl I had met six years before.
I had met her at a party shortly after I had returned to this country after having spent two years travelling all over Europe. I had inherited the bulk of my grandfather's fortune on my twenty-fifth birthday and I had been determined to enjoy some of it immediately. I lived the life of the rich young bachelor and I had plenty of fun. I had more than my fair share of girls but on my return to England I was already beginning to get a little jaded and weary. I wanted something different and even more I wanted to meet girls who did not want to trap me into marriage because of my money. When I accepted the invitation to the party I only did so because the host had been a very good friend of my father's and didn't want to offend him, but I knew the gushing stupid kind of girl who would be there and I didn't want to have anything to do with them.
But when I saw Jane I was completely overwhelmed. I had not expected anyone like her.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life and I was determined to screw her. Naturally, my first intention was just to have an affair with her that might last a few weeks or a few months and marriage certainly never entered my mind.
We were introduced and took an instant liking to each other, spending quite a lot of time together that evening, in spite of the fact that she was in constant demand by the other male guests. I was able to take her home, though. I knew she would not be an easy conquest because a girl who was as lovely as she could pick and choose her lovers, and take her time about things. She lived with her mother and I doubted that she would invite me in. I knew that I wouldn't get into her bed that night but I was surprised when she repulsed my attempt to kiss her.
"I'm sorry, Steve," she said. "Don't take it personally, but I just don't kiss men. I haven't up till now and although I like you I don't intend to break my rule." , I was flabbergasted. "What do you mean? You've never kissed any man at all, at your age?"
"That's right," she said. "Except for my father and my brother I've never kissed a man. Fatherly and brotherly kisses are different."
She noticed my puzzled expression and went on: "Look, I said I like you, and I do. If you like me, and I'm sure you do, would you like to take me out tomorrow evening? Then I'll explain myself properly. I can't now, it's too complicated and we don't have enough time to sit here talking. My mother will be waiting up for me, and I have to get up early in the morning."
As soon as she had finished speaking she jumped out of the car without further explanation. As she ran up the steps to her house she turned her head and called out: "Pick me up tomorrow at eight."
I waited until the door closed behind her and then drove off puzzled and annoyed. In spite of my yearning for her, I wondered whether it was worth my while to pursue her. She was obviously worth catching but her behavior was very unusual and if what she said was true it seemed to me that she was a very tough nut to crack. If a girl says she will only let you kiss her it's not to difficult to advance to more intimate things and then gradually progress to the ultimate hump. A girl will always think that she can stop you at any stage from going further, but because she has allowed you some liberties it become more and more difficult to refuse you more. But what to do in a case like Jane's? If she refused absolutely to let a man even kiss her, and I believed her claim, strange as it was at the age of twenty-two she had never been kissed, two questions arose? Why did she adopt such an attitude? And, secondly, how was I to go about breaking her down. I had never come across such a case before. The answer to the second question was of course contained in the answer to the first and I decided not to speculate further, but to wait until the following evening when she said she would give me an explanation. There was one consolation, at least, that she liked me and had asked me to take her out.
As soon as I got home I made myself a stiff drink and went to bed. I resolutely put the whole problem from my mind, even the thought that had been nagging me the whole time, and which didn't want to believe, namely that she was a Lesbian. I couldn't see that at all, but the possibility was obviously there.
Promptly at eight I picked her up and took her to dinner. I chose a very initimate restaurant where we could talk without fear of interruption or of being overheard. Jane was a very animated talker and I enjoyed myself immensely, chatting away at all kinds of inconsequential things. Gradually we progressed to more intimate topics and I learned quite a bit about her past history. Her father had been a regular Army officer and she had spent most of her life abroad. Her father had died about two years before and now she lived alone with her mother, her brother being an engineer working on a big dam project in Australia.
Mostly she had had a private tutor until she went to a very exclusive finishing school in Switzerland. Although her father had left her and her mother very well provided for she now worked for a travel agency as she said she didn't like to be idle.
She was witty, charming, feminine and wellinformed, apart from exuding a very potent sex appeal and by the time we had reached the coffee and liqueurs stage I realized I was in love with her.
We stopped talking as the waiter served the coffee but we didn't resume immediately he had gone away. I looked at her intently, but still didn't say anything. She lowered her eyes and after a few moments she said: "I suppose I owe you an explanation for last night. I said I would explain my attitude, and that's what you're waiting for isn't it?"
I nodded my head. "It seems strange to me," I said, "That a beautiful, charming girl like you who is not completely unaware of the ways of the world should be so adamant about a simple thing like a kiss."
"Yes, I suppose it does," she replied. "But one kiss leads to another, and then where are you? Before you know where you are you're in bed screwing with some man you've only just met, a man who you don't know very well and probably don't really like. AH because of a bit of chemistry."
"Well," I said. "That sounds to me like a remarkably unsophisticated argument, the sort of thing they probably tell girls in convents. After all, you don't have to go to fuck with a man just because he kisses you, you have a choice as well. I admit that men try to get laid all the time but you don't have to accept any one of them. But if you refuse absolutely even to kiss a man, it seems to me that you are very unsure of yourself. Surely a girl with your experience would know how to handle a man whose erotic attentions you did not want?"
She smiled at me. "What you say is largely true," she ,said. "But you, of course have an ulterior motive in saying it. But in my case there is more to it than that. My approach to sex and screwing in general is much more subtle. If you'll listen without interrupting me, I'll tell you. In the first place you are the only man I have offered a complete explanation to. I like you a lot, and I think you'll understand. To other men who've pressed me and to whom I considered I owed some explanation I've told some of it.
"In the first place," she continued, "I want to tell you what I am not. Incidentally don't be surprised at some of the language I use. I know all the words and will use them if I think they're appropriate.
"I'm not a cockteaser, a man hater or a Lesbian. Neither am I playing hard to get. On the contrary, I like men a lot, I have a very passionate nature, but I'm not necessarily asking for a wedding ring before I give my pussy to any man. In fact I want a man very badly, but not just any man. I know that if I were to let myself go to any man who got his hands on me would find me a pushover. And I don't want to be a pushover, especially the first time. The man whose dick takes my hymen has got to be somebody who comes up to specifications. When that time comes I won't play about. I'll tell the man of my choice exactly what I want.
"To put it in a nutshell: I want to be fucked, and I'm looking forward to it. But I'm not going to let just anyone take my virginity, because if I did I would then just start jumping into bed with anyone, and until I do get the man I want for the first important time, and for me the first fuck is very important, I don't want to be promiscuous.
"But once I've had my first taste of cock, I'll do what I please. I'm not advocating old fashioned ideas of chastity. I just want to be chaste until the first time, and the only way I'll manage to remain so is by denying even the simplest caress or kiss. I know my own passionate nature too well to be able to take a chance. I want to be certain beforhand that the man I choose is the right one because I want to remember all my life in the most vivid detail the occasion of my cunt's first violation."
CHAPTER TWO
I was a little taken aback by all this. I had never heard a woman, let alone a virgin, be so frank about her sexual motives toward someone who was almost a stranger. After all, I had only known the girl twent-four hours and she had not been in the slightest bit embarrassed while she had been talking. One thing was certain, this remarkable girl was obviously going to be well worth fucking, and I most certainly had a chance if what she said was true, that I was the only man she had explained herself to.
"That's all very well," I said, "but how are you to be sure that you will know this 'right man' as you call him when you meet him? How do you know you haven't already met him and rejected? What you're saying sounds somewhat like a woman's magazine romantic myth."
"I admit I may have already passed one of them by," she replied. "But there'll be another one along if I have. But that isn't being silly and romantic the way you mean. I'm not talking about 'Mr. Right' who is the only man in a girl's life, whom she will marry and live with for the rest of her life. I'm talking about a kind of man who will suit my sexual nature and give me the best possible initiation into the gentle art of frigging and being frigged. There are obviously a number of those. It just depends whom I met and recognize first."
"What chance do I have?" I asked quickly. "Am I the kind of man you've been looking for?"
"You might be," she replied after hesitating for a moment. "But don't let's talk about it any more now. Take me home now. I've had a wonderful time and I enjoyed talking to you . . . about everything, but now I want to go home."
She was obvioously such a determined young woman that I didn't attempt to dissuade her in case I spoiled things. I was sure now that I was going to spend all my time in proving to her that I was the man she had been looking for to be the very first up her gorgeous cunt.
I paid the hill and we left. I quickly drove her home and made no attempt to refer to our conversation. When we arrived at her house I arranged to meet her the following day. That night when I went to bed I didn't sleep so well. I couldn't get her lush tits and ass out of my mind and it was almost dawn before I finally fell into deep sleep.
The following night I took her to the theater and then supper at a caberet. We didn't talk about sex at all and again I went home alone, a very frustrated man indeed. During the following week I saw her three times and still I had not laid a finger on her, nor had I got any sign from her that she would welcome an advance from me. I felt a bit of a fool because now that I had accepted her rules I couldn't think of any way to go back on them without losing her altogether. And unless she gave me a direct invitation, short of raping her supposedly virgin twat, I didn't see how I was going to get anywhere.
I was in a quandary, and I was also very horny. I had had some fucking during this time, but it was completely unsatisfactory. I had screwed with a couple of old flames but they were no good. I wanted Jane, and I was more determined that I was going to get her.
But I still spent another week taking her out without reward except her very charming company. Then that week end I took her to the races on Saturday afternoon and on the way back I decided to force a showdown. I stopped the car at a little village and we went into a pub. We had two or three drinks and I could see that she was a little high. When we got back to the car it was pitch black and I took her arm. I opened the door of the car and as she bent to get in I said: "Jane!"
She turned and looked up at me. Quickly I bent my mouth to hers and pressed my lips against hers. She was taken unawares but as soon as I made contact she wrenched herself free, almost falling over in the process.
"Don't Steve," she cried and covered her face with her hands.
I released her and went round to the other side of the car, got in and started the engine without saying a word. She got in and I drove off. Neither of us referred to the incident, but when we arrived at her house I told her that I wouldn't see her anymore. She looked disappointed but she didn't try to get me to stay when I said that I would go to Paris the next day and stay there for a couple of months.
"I know how you feel," she said. "But I don't know yet. Call me when you get back if you want to. I would like you to." I said I might and left it at that. The following morning I left for Paris, and indulged myself for two months with women and wine. By the time I came back I was satiated with women and humping in all its forms, but I still wanted Jane. I knew then that I was in love with her. I called her up the first day I was back and she sounded eager to see me.
"Steve, darling," she greeted me at the door of her house. "I'm all ready. Let's go." Then she did somethinig she had never done before. She kissed my cheek.
"I've miissed you a lot," she said as soon as we were driving off.
"I've missed you too," I said.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I don't really know," I said. "I haven't made any plans."
"Well, I can make a suggestion," she said. "Take me to your apartment. I've already eaten and I want to talk to you privately."
I was so surprised at her words that I near ly lost control of the car.
"AH right," I said. "If that's what you want."
As soon as we got hack to my place I made us a couple of drinks and we sat down beside her on the long black leather sofa.
As soon as she had taken a sip of her drink she said:
"Steve, I'm in love with you." She paused for a moment and then quickly finished her drink. I got up to get her another one and she continued. "I thought of you the whole time you were away and I knew I wanted you. I would have been frantic if you hadn't wanted to see me again. I was pretty sure how I felt before you went and I realized I made a mistake in repulsing you that night we came back from the races. Will you forgive me?"
"Of course I will, darling," I said. "I love you too, and I missed you terribly. All the women I fucked while I was away were nothing; it was you I wanted all the time."
"Well, you can have me now, if you still really do want me, my cunt is yours for the asking. I've made up my mind."
I put down my glass, pulled her to her feet and took her in my arms. For the first time I kissed her. I pressed my tongue between her teeth. Her tongue flickered back against mine in return. My arms were tight round her, pressing her to me and her tits were squashed against my chest. I moved one hand down to her buttocks and grasped her firm asscheecks. Jane broke her mouth away from mine and gasped: "Fuck me good, won't you, Steve. I'm willing for anything."
I pushed her back to the sofa and lay half on top of her. The hem of her dress came halfway up her thighs revealing her white flesh at the top of her stockings. She moved round into a more comfortable position and started to kiss me. Even if she hadn't done it before she certainly knew how to. Her mouth was hot on mine and her tongue waged a battle with mine.
I ran one hand up and down her legs from her ankle to the tops of her naked thighs. She wriggled as I touched her bare flesh and pressed her whole body against me, straining every muscle to make contact. Her breathing was heavy and her breasts rose and fell. Her face was flushed and hot and there was sheer unadulterated passion in her eyes.
My prick, rock hard, rubbed against her soft belly, my balls ached with desire, tight in their sac. I still caressed her legs with one hand, putting the other over one of her breasts. I could feel the hard nipple protruding against the material of her dress. Gently I squeezed it and her arms tightened around me. One of her hands was at the back of my neck rubbing the bristly short hairs, the other round my waist.
As my hand slowly roved up her thigh again I pinched her flesh and gently scratched her. I forced her thighs apart and let my hand remain between them, my thumb just touching the material of her panties.
I took my other hand from her breasts and unzipped her dress at the back. Then back to her breast, this time to the naked titty under her bra. She shivered at my touch. I kissed her face all over, her lips, her cheeks, her eyes and her neck. I nibbled at the lobes of her ears and she panted with desire.
Her hands moved constantly up and down my neck and back and her thighs held my hand tightly imprisoned.
"I'll take you in the bedroom now," I whispered.
She nodded and I got up and picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
I put her down on the bed and started to undress her. Quicklly, I removed her tight sheath dress. She kicked her shoes off and lay on the bed, arms and legs outstretched, clad only in bra, panties, stockings and garter belt. I undipped the strapless black bra and her breasts sprang free. Glorious mounds of white flesh, firm and round sweeping up to the peaks of her luscious pink nipples. I kissed each nipple in turn and then turned my attention to her tiny black panties that just covered her bush-mound, one or two black pubic hairs just creeping under the edges that cut into her perfect, white skin.
She lifted her asscheecks off the bed and I slowly pulled her panties off, revealing a veritable forest of thick black hair, through which I could just see the opening of her cunt and the tip of her clitoris.
A few seconds later and her garter belt and stockings were off too, and Jane lay naked waiting for my dick to make the next move.
Without wasting any more time I stripped and stood by the bed looking down at her. Her eyes opened wide when she saw my rampant prick jutting out over her from my belly. She reached up tentatively and touched it with two delicate finger tips. She smiled and I bent down and kissed her. Then I got on the bed beside her and took her in my arms. I started to kiss her again. First just her lips, then the rest of her face and neck, gradually working my way down her body. When I came to her breasts I lingered, planting kisses all over her firm mounds, licking and sucking one While I caressed the other with my hand. Then I nibbled her nipples, eventually pulling them right into my mouth until they were as rigidly resilient as hard, red rubber.
Then down I went again, kissing her belly and tickling her navel with my tongue. Finally I started on her limbs right down to each toe, by-passing her cunt. Back I came again, kissing and lickinig every inch of her until I reached her lips again.
Once again I started the long journey down and Jane wriggled and moaned under each separate caress. This time I looked at her sweet tiny virginal slit, the outer hairs damp with her precoital fluid. I pulled the outer lips apart with my fingers and examined her wet pink slit before plunging my head between her thighs and fastening my mouth to her clitoris. She shuddered at the contact and her buttocks jumped up from the bed. A low moan escaped her lips as I started to suck her clitoris. I had twisted myself completely round so that I was facing her feet and as I sucked her, I was aware of her hands fumbling at my prick and balls. With one hand she tickled my balls and fingers of the other rubbed up and down my stiff shaft.
I felt her shifting the top half of her body round and then completely of her own accord she took my prick in her mouth. I was suddenly aware of my cock being engulfed by a warm wet sucking movement as her lips grasped it and her tongue avidly rotated round the top of my knob.
Avidly, I sucked at her cunt, running my tongue up and down her slit, nibbling at her clitoris with my lips and my teeth and poking my tongue into her tiny opening. My hands were round her asscheeks gripping them and pulling her cunt into my face. Her juice was running down my chin and her feminine odor wafted up my nose.
Her clitoris increased in size until it was like a small prick and I tickled and ever nibbled at it until I knew she was on the verge of orgasm. I redoubled my efforts and was rewarded when she released by prick from her mouth to cry: "Oh God, Steve, oh darling," and her thighs clamped themselves round my head, as she came in one tremendous passionate spending. Her liquid cuntjuices flowed into my mouth and I drank every drop.
She slumped back onto the bed, her thighs wide apart and wet with her come. Her breasts were heaving and her head lolled to one side as I got up and turned round to look at her.
Then I got between her thighs and directed my prick at her entrance of her cuntlips.
"Now, darling," I said, "I'll probably hurt you a bit, but don't worry, I'll be as gentle as I can."
"I don't care," she cried. "Just ram it into me. I've spent years waiting for your cock. I don't care if it hurts. I know it will be worth it. Just fuck me, fuck me good and hard. Push your big strong prick deep inside me. Don't deny me anything. I want all of you."
How this virgin could talk like that I didn't know but I wasn't going to waste time in finding out so I pushed my knob against her little slit and made the first slight penetration. I eased myself forward, forcing my cock in, breaking down the resistance of her membranes. She was very tight and I had to struggle to maintain the foothold I had achieved. Gradually I increased the pressure and was able to get two inches of my prick inside her. Jane was clenching and unclenching her fists and tiny beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead. I waited for a few moments and then withdrew altogether. Then I started again. This time it was a bit easier and I was also able to get a little bit further
Then I got myself in position for the final assault. I got my hands under her buttocks and pulled her up off the bed and towards me. Once more my prick entered her cunt and three inches slid in before I met any resistance. I rested for a whole moment and then took a deep breath and lunged my whole body at her.
My prick tore its way through her hymen and she screamed as she felt herself impaled. I pulled her buttocks hard against me and forced my prick deeper into her until only a mere inch or so remained outside. Then I began to withdraw. Back I went again until I reached the very depths of her twat. Once her passage began to feel easier I began to rock back and forth. Slowly at first, I thrust and withdrew and then gradually increased the tempo. By the look on her face the pain had subsided and I started to fuck her in earnest. After the first few strokes she began to help me she locked her ankles behind my back and pushed her buttocks at me of her own accord.
Little moans and gasps came from her lips and fiercely she bucked her hips and tightened her legs round me. Her cunt was still very tight and held my prick in a vice-like grip. Faster and faster, I fucked away and Jane gave a longdrawn out cry as she came again, and bathed my prick in her hot cunt-cream.
Soon I felt my balls tighten up and my sperm began to rise. I renewed my efforts, forcing my way into her cunt with strong lustful strokes, letting myself go, not attempting to hold back, until finially my knob swelled and I jerked my spunk into her tremulous twat. Spurt after spurt of my cream shot her just as her cunt contracted few the third time and she spilled out her own offering of copious cunt-juice.
I collapsed on top of her and we both lay panting and gasping with our exertions.
"Oh my darling, Steve," she said. "That was absolutely marvelous. I must admit I'd keyed myself up to this so much that I was a little frightened I wouldn't be able to relax, but you were the perfect lover and fuck-teacher combined!"
"I'm glad," I said, "I would have hated myself if it had not gone right. There's one thing though that I'm puzzled about. How come a girl who on her own admission has never even been kissed, was able to talk and act the way you did?"
She laughed. "Oh, that's easy. You see I've read a lot of books, not only textbooks, but the other kind as well, you know, pornographic ones, so in theory I know an awful lot about it. I told you once before I knew all the words. I also knew all the actions and was quite confident that I could put my theoretical knowledge to practical use when the time came."
"Well, you certainly proved that so far, but there's at lot more for us to do."
"I hope so, because now I've started humping I don't intend to stop. Incidentally, I'll let you into a little secret now that you're my lover. Although I never let a man kiss me or touch me, and you're the first man who's ever seen me naked, there was a girl in my life. I'm not actually a Lesbian, I told you that before, but when I was at finishing school I had an affair with another girl. I don't know what boys' schools are like but at that school of mine all the girls ever talked about was men and sex. The only relief one had was masturbation and so you can imagine how easy it was for attachments and liaisons to grow up between us."
"Was it very intense, this affair? What did you do?"
"Oh, I wasn't in love with the girl, mostly we just used to play with each other's pussies, mutual masturbation, kissing and caressing each other. Sometimes, we would suck each other off, but not very often. That's why my clitoris is very well-devedoped. Some of the other girls used to use candles and things but I wouldn't do that. I had already formulated my ideas at that age and I did not want the first thing up my cunt to be a candle. I wanted a full-blooded live prick. I wouldn't even have done the perverted things I did with this girl, but I wasn't as strong minded at seventeen and I couldn't resist some sexual experience. But once I had left the school and come back to England I decided that I would wait for a real cock until I found the man who I thought was entitled to be my first lover. Now that I've found you I intend to get the most out of you."
All the time she had been talking I was getting more and more excited. My prick had started to get hard again so I took one of her hands and placed it on my prick.
"You see what you do to me," I said. "I feel horny and hardup again and I want another fuck."
She gave my prick a squeeze: "That's a good idea," she said and opened her legs.
I quickly got between her thighs again and this time my prick went nearly all the way in without much difficulty. This time I fucked her luscious hot cunt more violently from the beginning and she responded admirably. We both soon reached a climax and I emptied the contents of my balls into her vagina for the second time.
After that I tried to persuade her to stay all night with me and frig away until dawn, but she wouldn't.
"You see, my mother doesn't know where I am and she would get worried if I didn't come home."
"Give her a ring," I said.
"No, I can't do that because I would have to tell her I was with you, and that would shock her. I don't want to tell her a direct lie. I just never have. You be patient and I'll come and spend all day Sunday fucking with you. Now I'm going to get dressed and you can take me home."
I tried to get her to change her mind but to no avail. When I left her she told me she would come round to my place about two o'clock Sunday afternoon.
When she arrived we wasted no time but quickly jumped into bed. This time I got her to suck me off completely and she was quite happy to swallow my hot sperm. Then I fucked her three more times in different positions during the course of the afternoon and evening. After that, we got dressed and I took her to late night restaurant, where we both ate a colossal meal.
Every night during the following week I took her to bed and I fucked her in every conceivable position. I also violated her virgin asshole. She took everything I had and asked for more. She was undoubtedly the most passionate and uninhibited girl I had ever met apart from being the most charming of companions. We were madly in love with each other and I knew it would not be long before I asked her to marry me.
During the whole of that summer we were together, fucking constantly both in and out of bed. I tried to get her to leave her job, but she wouldn't.
"I like my job," she said. "I know I don't need the money and you are very rich but we would be with each other all the time, and however much I love you, I want some other interests besides you. You will have to be satisfied with seeing me every evening and week-ends."
With that I had to be content. I took her everwhere, to theatres, cinemas, restaurants, night clubs, parties, horse racing, car racing, sailing and dozens of other places. And of course to bed, but she steadfastly refused to spend the night with me, or go away for the week-end. But she did make one promise.
"When my mother goes away for her holiday at the end of July, she'll be away for two weeks. I'll come and live with you."
And so she did, and it was during those two weeks that two important events occurred.
After she had been staying with me for three days we were lying in bed smoking after having just finished another glorious fuck when she turned to me and said: "Steve, darling, what are you thinking about? You look worried."
"No, I'm not exactly worried. I'm just thinking whether I ought to ask you to marry me."
"Is that a proposal?" she asked gaily.
"Well, I suppose so," I said. "I've been thinking of asking you for some time. I love you and I want to live with you, but on the other hand I've been a gay bachelor for so long and I know I'd be giving up an awful lot if I were to get married."
"Well," she said, "if it is a proposal and I'm going to take it as one, then I'll certainly accept, but we don't have to make any plans. In the meantime we can just fuck along as we are. I won't hold you to anything you silly, worrying about your bachelor freedom and all the other girts you might be missing."
CHAPTER THREE
We said no more about it that night or the next day but the following morning Jane said: "Do you still love me? Do you still want to marry me?"
"Yes," I said without thinking and then I realized I did want to marry her but I still hankered after my bachelor freedom. Like so many men before me I wanted to have my cake and eat it.
On the Friday night we were due to go to a party given by some friends of mine who had recently returned from America. I didn't think I would know many people there but I decided we should go as there was one man I wanted to see about some investments who I knew would be there. We got there rather late and the party was in full swing. I told Jane to fend for herself for a bit as I wanted to talk to this broker. Just as she was leaving my side, a lovely blonde swept up to her. "Jane darling," she cried. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you for ages."
I didn't wait to be introduced as I didn't want to be trapped by two females reminiscing. I found the man I wanted and talked to him for half an hour or so, getting the information I wanted, then I went to look for Jane. I saw her sitting down still talking to the blonde so I didn't go over, but went to the bar and got myself another drink. Then I danced desultorily with a few girls that I knew, and then saw that Jane was dancing. The blonde seemed to have disappeared.
I got the next dance with Jane and soon as we took the floor she said: "Do you know who that was?"
I shook my head. "She is Lady Exmouth, the wife of Lord Exmouth."
I didn't make any reply and Jane continued: "You know I was telling you about my school in Switzerland When I had the Lesbian affair with another girl, well that's her."
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked, wonderinig where all this was leading to.
"Well, we hadn't seen each other in ages, she's been abroad quite a bit recently. I was a bridesmaid at her wedding three years ago. Her husband's over twice her age, she's a bit older than me. Anyway I was telling her about you, and she's invited us to dinner on Monday. I accepted as I know we don't have anything planned. It's all right isn't it?"
"Oh, yes," I said. "Why not. I'd like to meet some more of your friends."
When we were in bed that night Jane turned to me and said: "Did you fancy my friend?"
I was a bit taken aback by this unexpected question and I didn't get it. What was Jane saying?
"What do you mean, and why?" I can't really give you an answer anyway because I hardly saw the girl, but she seemed attractive enough. I suppose. I could under the right circumstances."
"The right circumstances might occur on Monday." Before I could interrupt her Jane continued: "Now don't interrupt me and I'll explain. I told you that her husband was over twice her age and she told me that he isn't at all interested in sex and doesn't fuck her very much. Even when he does he doesn't give her a very good time. He just rams his prick into her pushes in and out a few times, has his orgasm and withdraws. She is very frustrated at the moment. I pointed you out to her and told her what a marvelous fucker you were. Then I thought it might not be a bad idea to lend you to her, the poor dear, after all she is a very good friend of mine and we were very intimate together."
All the time Jane had been speaking she had been rubbing my prick and wriggling her body against me. I developed a terrific hardon and got quite excited about her proposal.
"Do you realize what you're saying?" I said as I put three fingers into her sticky wet gash.
"Of course, I do, darling, don't you feel excited about the idea? I do. I'd just love to watch you fuck that horny bitch with your big strong prick."
As she said this she gave my prick a squeeze and tickled the rim of my anus with one finger. I quickly started to masturbate her in earnest. I worked three fingers in and out of her cunt, my little finger I forced into her asshole and the back of my thumb agitated her clitoris: Soon she was bucking her hips in rhythm as soon as I calculated she was reaching a peak I got on top of her and thrust my big dong deep into her. As I fucked her she cried: "Wouldn't you like to do this to Mary, you horny fucking bastard? Oh, darling, I'd just adore seeing your prick thrusting into her cunt and your balls slapping against her fat ass."
Every time my knob reached the very depths of her cunt, Joan moaned is ecstasy. After a while I withdrew completely from her cunt and forced my way into her asshole. The tighter hole constricted my prick but I perserved until I made my entry easier. Then I buggered her in earnest. I got my hands under her knees, split her legs wide apart and lifted her off the bed.
Frantically I fucked away at her ass, pushing right into her rectum and then withdrawing my prick almost completely. After another dozen or so strokes, I went back to her cunt. Then after ravaging her there I went back into her anus, backwards and forward I went, sending Jane into a frenzy. I couldn't count how many times she came. She just moaned and jerked, coming off like a fire cracker.
Finally I couldn't stand the pace any more myself, and with one last heave I shot my cream deep into her twat. Then I collapsed, absolutely exhausted.
Jane hugged me to her, kissing me repeatedly and wrapping her legs about me.
"You darling, you absolute darling!" she exclaimed. "I love you so much, I'm sure nobody could fuck me like you do."
"No," I said, "perhaps not, but I suppose after what you said earlier about me fucking your friend, you'd also like to find out what some other man is like?"
I don't know what made me say that, but once having made the remark I became strangely exhilarated. I suddenly realized that I would like her to be fucked by someone else and I was thinking this, my prick which had softened started to get hard again. God, wouldn't it be marvelous to watch her spread-eagled on the bed, her thighs wide apart, her asscheeks raised to meet the onslaught of some strange prick.
"Oh, I would like to darlinig, but it would be even better if there were three or four of us together. I could suck your prick at the same time as another man was fucking me. Wouldn't that be exciting."
We continued to talk like this for another half hour or so, discussing all the possible per mutations of three of four people, and also the various ways we could go about getting other people to join us, until we fell asleep. Anyway, that is how it all started, our first adventure being with Lady Mary.
We went to her house, her husband was away, and once the three of us had finished dinner, we retired to the bedroom. Jane had had a private word with Mary, so there were no complications.
We had a marvelous time. Jane and Mary kissed and undressed each other, their Lesbianism obviously being more easily aroused than either of them thought. Mary was a petite blonde and made an admirable contrast to my tall raven haired Jane. They tweaked each others nipples, pressed their bellies together and played with each other pubic hair.
Then they got on the bed, embraced and caressed each other's hips, thighs, breasts and cunts. Mary had one thigh between Jane's and rubbed her cunt up. I got terribly horny watching this. I had stripped and was sittinig there opposite them, fondling my horny prick which had a terrific hardon.
After a While, without saying a word, they turned round head to toe, and soon each head was soon buried in the other's crotch. I heard then lappinig away at each other's cunt and watched their bodies bobbing up and down in perfect rhythm. But the sight and sound of their perversion was too much for me. I jumped up, went over to the bed and pulled them apart. Then I grabbed Mary's head and pulled it to my groin. She didn't hesitate a moment, but opened her mouth wide and attempted to swallow my erect cock all in one gulp. It was too big for her and she choked and spluttered, but gamely she kept on. Her fiery tongue flicked round my knob and every now and then she gave a sharp little bite with her teeth.
Jane worked herself underneath and started to lick my balls at the same time. I grabbed Mary's head and started to rock to and fro but I soon felt myself starting to come and had to stop. Although I would have loved to come in her mouth I wanted an immediate taste of her cunt, so I pushed both of them away and got between Mary's thighs. Both girls responded immediately. Mary pulled her thighs back and Jane grabbed my prick and guided it towards Mary's gaping pink slit.. Slowly I pushed forward and my prick entered the hot cunt.
"Darling, how marvelous it is to watch it going in there, it's right in now. Go on, fuck her," said Jane.
I needed no further encouragement. Back and forth I thrust and in no time at all Mary cried: "Oh I'm coming. Aaahh. Oh Godoohh..."
Then I was suddenly aware of Jane sitting in the chair, her asscheeks resting on the edge, her legs apart, madly frigging herself. As soon as Mary had finished her orgasm I withdrew, went over to Jane and pulled her to her feet. Then I bent her over the chair and went into her from the rear. It wasn't too long before she too came to a climax. Then I pulled her over to the bed. I pushed Mary to one side and lay down on the bed myself. Then I told Mary to get on top of me. Quickly she scrambled into position and lowered herself onto my prick and started to ride me like a horse. In and out went my prick, and she rode up and down.
"Now, Jane," I called out. "Come and sit on my face and I'll suck your cunt."
As my tongue frigged Jane's cunt so my prick fucked Mary's. We all bucked and writhed with tremendous energy and just as I felt Jane start to come and her juice began to flow into my mouth, Mary's cunt tightened round my prick pulling me right into her, and I felt my sperm rise from my balls. Mary sank fully down and I shot my load and at the same time she bathed my prick with her own cuntjuices. Three exhausted people collapsed in a heap.
After we had all recovered they each sucked my prick in turn until I came, shooting my cream over both their tits. Then it was time for us to go and when I got home I fucked Jane again.
Later that week Mary came round to us and we had another session. Although it was very satisfactory I knew that we needed another man. That was fixed up the following week when Jane went back with her mother. We had both decided that we were going to get married as soon as possible. Jane's mother was very pleased but she wanted a big wedding and she was only too happy to make the arrangements. In the meantime, Jane went out one evening and allowed herself to be picked up by a strong virile-looking young man, and brought him back to my flat. As we assumed the young man would probably be embarrassed at first, I went out by myself and didn't get back until I was sure that the proceedings were well under way. I had no doubt that Jane would find herself somebody and that she would have succeeded in at least partly seducing him by the time I got back.
I let myself into the flat silently and crept into the living room. Jane was on the sofa with a young man. They were in a tight embrace and Jane's skirt was rucked up to the top of her thighs. The young man had one hand at her crotch and was obviously fingering her. The other hand was down the front of her dress. Jane had one hand on the big bulge in the man's trou sers. I watched Jane fumble at the man's trousers and she soon brought his prick into view. It was a monster, although it didn't look as long as mine it appeared to be thicker. My own prick rose with excitement of the scene and I undid my trousers and got it out.
The youth was fumbling with Jane's panties and he soon had them down to her knees. She worked them down to her ankles and kicked them off along with her shoes.
They were still unaware of my presence as I walked cautiously into the room. I was only a few feet away from them and I could hear their labored breathing as they kissed and frigged each other.
Jane slid herself full length under the youth along the sofa. She lifted her hips and pulled her skirt fight up to her waist revealing her glorious black-haired cunt in all its beauty. It was all I could do to stop myself from madly rushing in and joining them.
Jane pushed the youth's head away from hers and indicated that she wanted him to suck her cunt. He quickly did as he was bid. As soon as his head was between her thighs I moved round to the end of the sofa where Jane's head was. She looked up and saw me just as she was about to take his prick in her mouth. I signed her not to. I leaned forward and gave her my prick to suck.
The other man was lying half on and half off the sofa with his head between Jane's thighs avidly sucking her hot cunt, while I stood over her fucking her mouth.
Then the man raised his head to take a breath and became aware of me for the first time. He looked startled but I quickly reassured him. "Carry on," I said, "Don't mind me." He looked a bit dubious, but I pushed his head back and he carried on. Jane really worked on my prick, sucking and licking, running her tongue round my knob, and using her sharp teeth. I knew I couldn't hold out for long so I gave myself to her completely. My cockhead was practically in her throat as I came and shot every drop of hot sperm down her gullet. She choked with the efford and didn't let me go until she had drained me dry. My knees buckled under me as I felt my virility drain away from me. It was as though every drop of fluid had been drained away from my balls.
Once she had released me I had to sit down. Immediately Jane caught hold of the youth's prick and started to suck that. But she didn't want him to come in her mouth. After a few minutes of delicate mouthing of his dick she reached out and pulled his head away from her cunt. I was sure she was now ready to be fucked. She took her mouth from his prick and said: "Now fuck me," giving his balls a tight squeeze.
He scrambled to his feet and pulled his trousers down. Jane pulled her legs off the sofa and lay half on it, her feet on the floor and her asscheeks resting on the edge. It didn't take him long to get into position. I eagerly watched his prick enter my mistress and two of them quickly frigged to a furious climax.
"Quick, shoot into me," Jane cried out, "I'm coming."
Her feet came off the ground and her ankles locked round his waist. From where I was I could see his balls slapping her buttocks every time he went into her. Then with one heave, he buried himself in her cunt and stayed there while he pumped his semen right up her greedy vagina.
After they had recovered from their hump Jane introduced him to me and we explained the situation to him. He was very surprised at what he had been brought into but was also very pleased. As Jane still insisted on going home at night we didn't invite him to stay but we did invite him to see us the following Saturday afternoon. Actually he came to us several times during the rest of the summer, right up to our wedding day. One two or three occasions we were able to get Mary as well and the four of us really had a marvelous time.
In addition to Mary and the young man, Harry, we also introduced a young fellow called Ivor who Mary had taken as her lover. He was very shy at first, head over heels in love with Mary and reluctant to share her with us. But eventually he fell in with our plans and enjoyed himself immensely.
Then I picked up a young debutante at a party. I told Jane to keep out of the way until I had seduced her and prepared her for her initiation. I fucked her after taking her to the theatre one night and then arranged for her to visit me one Sunday afternoon. Jane knew about this and was going to arrive about an hour later when she knew I would be screwing this girl Susan in bed.
Jane walked into the bedroom just as I was coming and shooting my load. The girl was frightened at first, but we quickly reassured her.
"The important thing is," said Jane, "whether he gave you a good fuck. I'm sure he did, but tell me, did you enjoy yourself?"
"Well, yes," replied Susan, looking a bit anxious at Jane's hand which was resting on her full breast. "But aren't you angry?"
"Not at all," said Jane, giving Susan's prominent ruby nipple a tweak and then leaning over and kissing her forehead. "If you're happy, so am I."
Susan still looked a little preplexed and I said: "Don't worry, Jane likes to share my cock, and I like to share her cunt."
"Well, I'm not getting my share here," remarked Jane. "I'm going to get my clothes off and get into bed with you, I feel very horny myself."
In a flash she was naked and my beautiful Jane had got into bed. I was in the middle. Jane pushed the bed clothes back and got hold of my prick which was still semi-hard.
"Hasn't he got a lovely prick?" she said: "Why don't you get it up for him again so that he can fuck me. Give him a nice suck."
Susan hesitantly pushed herself down on the bed and poised her head over my dick. Jane smiled at her encouragingly and Susan took a tentative lick at the head of my cock with her tongue.
"Don't be shy, Susan," Jane said. "Take it in your mouth. I'm sure you've done it before."
"She did it very nicely just now," I said ruffling her hair. Susan still hestitated, she was obviously shy but I pushed her head down. She opened her mouth and just took my knob completely in. Once she started, however, she lost her shyness and soon warmed to her task. As soon as she was gobbling in earnest, Jane moved across and parted Susan's thighs. First she started to tickled her clitoris and Susan moved her thighs wider apart herself. As soon as that happened Jane got her head down and started to nibble Susan's clitoris.
Susan jerked involuntarily as Jane made her come and she gulped more frantically at my prick. I worked myself round so that I could get at Jane's cunt. I got my mouth to her delicious slit and the three of us sucked away for dear life.
Then Jane lifted her head and said "Now I want to be fucked."
I quickly got between her legs and rammed my prick into her hot, horny hole. She spent twice before I came and once more when I shot my load. During the course of the evening I fucked each of them again.
On another occasion Mary arranged a most elaborate party for all of us. Jane and I, Mary and her lover, Ivor, the young man Harry that Jane had first picked up and Susan. That was about ten days before Jane and I were married and just before Jane started her periods. We arranged the date of the wedding like that so that we could start our honeymoon, which we were going to have in Paris, so that is coincided with Jane's hump-hungriest time, the first week after she had finished her period.
The wedding itself was quite an occasion, but Jane and I were very anxious to get away. Mainly Mainly because Jane would now sleep with me every night and not go home to mother as she had been doing. We got away from the reception as soon as we decently could and flew to Paris. We had booked a hotel overlooking the Tuileries Gardens. We arrived just in time to change our travelling clothes and sit down to a luxurious dinner. We retired immediately after the last course, not waiting for coffee and liquers. The bed was very large and looked comfortable. Jane was full of health and energy and quickly undressed and got into bed. The comfort of the bed, the good dinner and the excellent wines served me to meet her utmost lasciviousness, and we had a marvelous night. We revelled in every luscious act of the hottest kind of screwing. My adored wife excelled herself and I was fully up to the mark as we hadn't had a fuck for over a week. We fucked ourselves to sleep and my prick was left soaking in her deliciously tightest of, cunts. So that on awaking in full daylight I found my cock stiff, standing in her cunt, which was giving it a most delicious sensation, quite involuntarily, for she was not yet awake. I roused her by gentle movements, and the frigging of her long clitoris. She soon woke under my ministrations and again we revelled in the hump joys of which we never tired. We found that it was already past ten o'clock so I slipped a dressing gown on and ordered breakfast over the phone. By the time we got downstairs it was just ready for us.
Jane had never been to Paris so I had the joy of taking her round that most beautiful of cities. Every day we went out sightseeing, and every night we fucked overselves to sleep. After four days Jane asked me about the other side of Paris. The Paris of the brothels and cathouse shows, not the museums and churches. I was well accquainted with this side of the city and I said I would arrange something. There was one Madame I knew who ran a very exclusive place and I decided to arrange for us to go there. One of the specialties of the house was where they had rooms, from which, through cleverly arranged peepholes, any operation in the next room could be distinctly seen.
The girls were instructed to pick up the finest-cocked men they could see in the street, to bring them in, and there to pretend to be so struck with their beauty that they would be content only with having them stark naked, stripping themselves almost immediately. When quite naked they caressed their pricks, waltzed round the room, taking care to stop exactly opposite each hidden opening, and there caress, handle and show the standing prick to any onlooker, eventually fucking in such a position so that all the peepers could fully see and enjoy the frig-show.
The fun of the thing Was the perfect unconsciousness of the men as to the purpose of all these gyrations. They took it proudly as a homage to their virility, and the power of their big cocks over their new conquest, and were doubly lustful in consequence, little imagining it was all a well-acted scene, got up for an exhibition.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was sure Jane would approve of this place and I arranged with Madame La Roche to hire one of the peeping rooms.
We went there several times and Jane got very excited at watching the couples fucking unknowing that they were being overlooked; at least, the man didn't know. The place where we sat was a small narrow room with just space for a couch on one side and two chairs at the end, next to each peephole. Three other similar rooms looked into the same hump room.
One afternoon we had a very exciting fuck while watching a very fine strong man with an enormous prick fucking his girl, after as usual she had exhibited him all round the room, caressing and sucking his huge, erect dong. Jane was obviously enamoured of this man's pecker and her panties were wet when I took them off. Her cunt was a soaking wet hot gash, as hot as a furnace, and she came as soon as I plunged my own dick into her. It didn't take me long to come either, and as we were kneeling on the couch afterwards we heard a scuffling with suppressed bawdy exclamations on the other side of the thin partition next to us. We too had made use of bawdiness. I said to Jane how deliciously tight and hot her hairy cunt was, and how splendidly her asscheeks moved below my eyes as I fucked her.
We now discovered that the couple next to us had overheard us, for we could just hear her ask if her ass pleased him as much as their neighbours seemed to have done.
"Oh, yes my angel, you wriggle your enormous ass to perfection, and your cunt is almost too tight."
"Then fuck me hard with your splendid prick as hard as our neighbors were at it.'
Then I suddenly had an idea. I put my fingers to my lips to give the hint to Jane, slipped out into the passage and peeped through the keyhole, which commanded the whole of the narrow room.
I saw a very good-looking man fucking a superb buxom woman, kneeling with her head down low, but towards the door. Her naked ass was a remarkably fine one and indeed wriggling to perfection. I slipped back, described it to my wife, and suggested to her that we should speak to them through the partition, as soon as they were finished. I thought we should tell them we had heard their goings on, as they had ours, and propose that we should get together in a fuckfoursome. Jane jumped at the idea, just as their sighs and shaking of their couch against the partition announced their final intense orgasm.
We allowed them some few minutes to recover and we then heard the woman beg him to shove it up her cunt again.
We thought this a very good moment to interrupt them so I tapped at the wall and raising as hard as our neighbors were at it." my voice I said: "You have been following our example and appear to be as lustful as we are. , Suppose we join parties and exchange partners. I'm sure you must be two desirable people, and you will find us worth knowing. What do you say?"
A pause, and a whisper was followed by' "Eh bien, Nous acceptons."
"Come to us, for I am half-dressed," cried the man. Jane and I went to their room which they had already unlocked. My slight peep had given me an idea that they were two handsome people, but a full view proved them to be eminently so. He was still up to the hilt of his cock in her cunt from behind. She lifted her head to look at us enter, but left her splendid ass exposed, and did not, for a moment, alter her position. Jane and I both handled and pressed it. The man felt Jane's ass and cried out to his wife. "There's a pair of asscheecks equal to yours."
"Meanwhile as I stood by her side feeling hers, she slipped a hand into my trousers and in answer to his exclamation said: "Here's a prick bigger than yours. I can see we are all going to be delighted."
She rose, and pulled out my prick with its stiff hardon to show to her husband. Jane got hold of the husband's prick and rubbed his foreskin to and fro. I then proposed that as the room and couch could only accomodate one couple, that I should take his wife into our room and leave mine with him. Everyone agreed this was a good idea. We all then stripped completely naked. My new companion was magnificently made, buxom with large, firm breasts and buttocks. I suppose she was about thirty-five. Her cunt was delicious with a prominent bush-mound with thick silky brown hairs. I sucked her cunt first, biting and pulling her well defined, stiff clitoris in to my mouth. Her breasts were lusciously superb and stood firmly apart. She had a charming face with lovely blue eyes sparkling with hump-desire and her lips were red and moist, inviting a tongue.
She sucked my prick up to its full erect size and then begged me to fuck her without any further preliminaries. She lay back on the couch and I mounted her. It was a delightful fuck and as I thrust into her I alternately tongued her sweet mouth and sucked a ruby nipple of her beautiful tits. She came three times before I finally achieved my own orgasm.
After a rest I turned her round and attacked her from the rear. She got her head well down and her asscheeks well up and I could tell that this was the way she really preferred to be fucked. Her cunt was much tighter and more active in its muscular contraction this time and it was not long before I came again. Her fine ass and her naturally small waist were seen to perfection in this position and her shoulders could hardly be excelled. I plunged with one fierce thrust up her cunt, and by the very violence of my attack made her come immediately as soon as my cock was in up to the hilt. I dug my fingers into her lush asscheeks and pulled her onto me as I thrust forward with my prick. As soon as I felt myself come I squeezed her buttocks as hard as I could pulling her tight towards me and remaining in that position, allowing my cock to soak, until I had spent every drop of spunk and my prick started to go limp. On comparing notes afterwards I learned that my wife's lover had done just as much, and though his prick was smaller than mine, the novelty of the frigging-situation more than made up for that. They were a delightful couple and the acquaintance, began so spontaneously, led to warm friendship. We had several more agreeable hot fuck^sessions together. One afternoon we had a glorious time and Jane was introduced to two pricks at the same time, one up her cunt and the other up her anus. We had not long finished a session in which I had fucked Colette, who at the same time was sucking her husband, Jacque's, prick, while he in turn was sucking Jane's cunt. We all managed to come together, and were then sipping champagne and talking. We had not yet indulged in any buggery and ever since we had met them I had been dying to get into Colette's asshole and I knew Jane loved having a prick up her rectum. Jane was the one who tentatively suggested it but we didn't know how our friends would take it. But Colette immediately jumped at the idea and in fact it was she who suggested the double fucking.
"It's a long time since we had that," she said to her husband. "Not since we were on holiday last year when we had that lovely boy."
She turned to Jane and explained. "They nearly killed me between them, but it was marvelous, one prick in my cunt and the other up my asshole. I nearly died of ecstasy when they both used to come together. Why don't we try it now?"
My prick had already risen at the suggestion and I was dying to get started.
"How shall I begin?" said Jacques. I said that as it was his wife's idea she ought to have the privilege of being first. So it was agreed that I would fuck her while her husband went into her asshole.
I lay down on my back and Colette mounted me, sinking her cunt right down over my rampant erect dick, and presenting her splendid ass to her impatient husband. With gentle care and a wellmoistened prick he managed after some initial struggles to get right into Colette's asshole. Slowly at first we fucked away and every time my prick thrust into Colette's cunt I could feel her husband's prick pushing into her anus. Then we began to work more energetically and Colette was in such a delirum of ecstasy that she screamed again and again and died away in absolute anihilation of all sense but that of the most satisfied lust.
Jane watched the proceedings with avid eye and I knew that she envied the woman whose cunt was captive between the two ravaging pricks. But her turn was to come. As soon as we had rested after the first encounter Jane took up her position; Jacques fucked her cunt I plunged into her glorious bunghole. After we had finished this bout of fucking we were all too exhausted to carry on any more that day.
On the next occasion we did this, Jacques and I changed over, and I buggered Colette while he was fucking her and then while I possessed Jane's cunt he had her up the ass. But all good things come to an end and after two weeks of the most delightful hump-orgies, Jacques and Colette had to leave. They came from Provence and were only in Paris on holiday, so regretfully we had to say goodbye to them, but we took their address and on three or four occasions since we have renewed their acquaintance when we have been in their locality.
Although it was sad to say goodbye to our new friends, it was not long before we were involved in another episode. There was a young German waiter in the hotel, a tall youth, blond and well-built. Jane had noticed him when we had first moved in there and had mentioned to me that she fancied having a piece of cock from him. He was certainly a strong, virile looking young man. I discovered that his father owned a hotel in Munich, and he had sent his son to Paris to learn the business in the way that only the French know. His name was Carl and I suppose he couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty.
Jane's attraction towards him had not been at first merely erotic, but after observing that when she had to talk to him familliarly, that he began to be very deferential to her she realized at once with the sure instinct of a woman that his manner arose from amorous admiration.
Ca'sting her eyes downwards she detected a big hardon effect produced in his trousers whenever she spoke to him. She increased her familiar conversation, which evidently allayed any fear he might have had, and she could soon see by the increased bulging of his trousers, not only that he was growing more lustful towards her, but that he was evidently well-furnished with a substantial sized cock and balls. She learned all about his family and background and she related it all to me. We both thought he could be moulded to our purposes and, in any case, Jane had taken a definite fancy to him, and desired to possess him.
As the boy was obviously inexperienced I aided the intrigue by absenting myself from either breakfast or lunch, so as to allow Jane to ripen her acquaintance with Carl without him getting worried about my presence. After all, he was aware that we were on our honeymoon, and if it had been put to him bluntly he would have been shocked at our past hump-behavior.
. One afternoon, Jane made her opportunity. She gave the excuse that she had a slight headache and was not going out. She rang for tea and asked specially for Carl to serve it. I was supposed to have gone out but actually I was secreted in the bedroom, with the adjoining door slightly ajar so that I could see everything that was going on in the next room. I was very excited at the prospect of watching Jane seduce this comparatively innocent young man and on this first occasion I didn't intend to interfere.
Jane was dressed in a "femme fatale" type negligee which was all but transparent and very revealing. Her shoulders were almost bare and her breasts and cherry nipples could be partially seen. If she were to bend over at all they would practically fall out and in any case her prominent red nipples, lightly rouged for the occasion, pressed through the thin material. She had left the door slightly open and was lying back on the couch in a languourous position. There was a knock on the door and I heard Jane call out, "Come in."
I saw Carl come into the room bearing the tea tray. He put the things down on a small table by the side of the bed and poured Jane a cup and handed it to her. I could clearly see the movement of her unrestricted tits as she received the cup and took the first sip. As she raised the cup to her lips the movement of her arm rustled the silky garment against her flesh and I knew that from where Carl was standing he must have seen right down the seductive valley between her breasts.
After taking a few sips of tea Jane bent over to put the cup back on the table herself instead of giving it to Carl and his eyes almost popped out of his head as her shoulder strap slid down her arm and one breasts almost freed itself. Jane very carefully and deliberately re-arranged herself, making sure that Carl had another glimpse of her ripe fleshy mound.
"Pour yourself cup of tea, Carl, and sit down here," she said, patting the end of the couch.
"Oh, I couldn't Madam. It's against the rules of the hotel and if anyone found out I would not only be fired but the manager would write and tell my father."
"Don't be silly," Jane replied. "I'm not going to tell on you, and I'm sure you'd like to take tea with me. You do like me, don't you Carl?"
"Oh, I do. I like you very much, but I do not think I ought to sit with you."
"You are a funny boy. Come and sit down, I insist. You say you like me, and actually I think it is a little more than that, but really if you won't please me by doing what I ask, then I shall think your admiration is just a pretence."
Carl blushed, and I could see that he was in a quandary. But eventually his heart ruled his head. He didnt take any of the tea but against his better judgement he gingerly sat down in the place Jane made for him.
I could tell that he didn't know what to say or do. A more experienced man would have had Jane on her ass by now.
Jane shifted herself to get closer to him. She pouted her lips. "Wouldn't you like to kiss me? I'm sure you would," she said, glancing down at the bulge in his trousers. Carl stammered, "Er . . er . . . wel . . . but your husband . . ." "Never mind about him," she said. "He won't be back for some time, come don't be shy."
Then, very archly, she leaned right over him and planted a light fleeting kiss on his lips. This sudden attack, and proximity unnerved Carl and his breathing got heavier. Then he flung himself at her. "Oh, Madam I love you, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
"You silly boy, prove it to me then. Kiss me," and Jane put her arms round him and pulled his head to her perfumed titties.
Now I could see things were well under way. Jane and Carl were in a passionate embrace and what the boy lacked in finesse he certainly made up for in enthusiasm. Janet managed to slip her garment down over her shoulders and her now naked breasts were pressed against his chest. As soon as Carl became aware of this he pulled his body back from her to get a better look at her tits. His expression was one of unconcealed admiration. Jane's eyes sparkled and she deliberately flaunted herself at him, pulling her shoulders back to push her rosy-tipped knockers into greater prominence and arching her back to accentuate her belly.
"Wouldn't you like to kiss them, darling?"
The boy needed no second bidding and in quick succession reverently placed his lips on each nipple in turn. But this worship of her charms soon turned to pure sexuality. His animal nature came to the surface, and he started to lick and nibble her twin peaks. Little cries of joy escaped Jane's lips as she began to get aroused by his manipulations, and by the knowledge that she had conquered him. Carl was now obviously destined to become her devoted slave, being no match for my wife. My own penis was hardening and I had to release it I quickly unzipped my fly and took the hot cock in my hand, gently massaging it to relieve the tension. I gazed avidly at the erotic scene in the next room, watching Carl's hands and lips caress my wife's body. She had completely abandoned herself to his love play now and his hands roved up and down her back, over her breasts and along her thighs. His lips alternated between her red mouth and her white, pinktipped hillocks.
Then his hands got bolder. One hand slipped under the hem of her negligee and crept slowly up her thighs. It was not long before he had reached the foutain of desire, and Jane moved her body to open her legs so as to give him completely free access to her hairy mound and generous pouting slit.
"Get up a minute and let me get this off," she exclaimed. In a flash she was completely naked and she paraded in front of him, pirouetting on her toes slowly.
"Do you like me more, now that you can see all of me?' she asked coming to stand a few inches from him and cupping her breasts. Carl was speechless. I was sure he had never come across anything like this in his life. He still made no reply as she went back to the couch, lay down on it, one leg fully stretched out and the other danglall of me ?" she asked coming to stand a few inches see what you've got to give me. I'm aching for ing on the ground. "Come here, darling, I want to you."
Carl went and stood in front of her still not able to say a word and absolutely mesmerised by her brazen display. She fumbled at the front of his trousers and soon had his thick, strong prick in view. "Oh, it's beautiful," she cried, "I must kiss him," and with that his flaming red knob disappeared from view into her avaricious mouth. Her cheeks swelled as more of his cock was swallowed, and she worked on him, sucking with great zeal. But she didn't let him stay in her mouth for long, however much she might have wanted him to shoot his spunk down her throat. She wanted him in her cunt more badly, so she released him, pulled his trousers right down to his ankles, and overtoppled him onto her. Carl wasted no time in getting into her hot and hungry gash and she groaned as he made the first entry. He pushed his whole nine inches into her cunt in one thrust and immediately started to fuck her furiously. Now that he had got this far, he couldn't wait to finish it.
"That's right, darling, you sweet boy, fuck me hard. I'm your whore. So take me and use my cunt, fuck your bitch as hard as you can with your beautiful big cock."
He took her at her word and pounded away at her cunt unmercifully. She screamed as she reached her first climax, and dug her nails into his back. I found myself involuntarily working my own prick furiously and just as Carl shuddered with his own spend simultaneously with Jane's second, I felt the spunk shoot up my dick and I jerked convulsively as it spattered on the carpet. The couple in the other room were kissing and hugging each other after their tumultuous orgasms and within a few minutes they were ready to begin again. Carl's prick was still deeply embedded in my wife's cunt, and he started to rock himself against her cuntlips again, but Jane stopped him.
"I'm going to turn round this time," she said and got up on the couch on all fours.
He came up behind her ass and shoved his wet steaming cock once more into her hungry cunt and fucked her dog fashion. They both soon came to another climax, Jane moaning deliriously as she received his second load of hot sperm.
Once they had finished Carl got worried about how long he had been away. Jane agreed that he should go and she re-arranged his clothing and still naked accompanied him to the door. As he left he turned and said "But what about your husband. I would like to see you again but I'm frightened of him. What will he say if he finds out?" Jane reassured him. "My husband is very tolerant so you don't have to worry."
Carl then left, still looking dubious though. As soon as the door closed behind him I rushed into the room and clasped Jane in my arms. "Darling," I said, "You looked adorable. He must have been a strong young animal to make you come like that."
"He was a magnificent fuck," she said. "But you're my husband and I love you. Nobody could fuck me the way you do. My cunt is still sticky from my own come and his sperm so you'd better get your horny pecker out and mix some of yours with ours."
I gathered her in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. My prick was hard again, and her cunt squelched with the mingling of her cunt juice and his creamy sperm as I forced my way into her and rode her to another furious orgasm.
Jane had Carl on a number of other occasions and he proved to he an admirable stallion. He grew passionately fond of my wife, in fact, one could say he was cunt-struck. I didn't watch after the first hump and Jane would tell in fascinating detail of their adventures while we were in bed. Her lascivious tales were always a prelude to a bout of furious fucking on our part.
Carl was infatuated with her and became a slave to her cunt. There are few men of hot temperament who have not experienced this overpowerinig infatuation, and they know, that even supposing the object becomes perfectly unworthy, unfaithful, abusive and with every vice indulged in openly before them, they may wince, they may thorouhgly despise her, but the pussy chain holds them fast in bonds in which neither the persuasion of friends nor their own knowledge of the perfect unworthiness of the object can tear asunder.
Such became the fate of Carl, and my wife moulded him with all her wily skill, to our lascivious purposes. Jane completed her conquest in less than a week and had Carl in every possible way. She sucked his prick, swallowing every drop of his spunk, she had him fuck her in all manner of lewd positions, both in the normal manner up her cunt, and also took his weapon fully into her asshole. He sucked her cunt until his mouth was sore and she inveigled him into licking her asshole making him stick his tongue right into her anus. (A trick I had shown her and to which she was passionately addicted.)
But not only did she dominate him in every possible way, making him do her bidding and corrupting him by teaching him every lustful practice she had learned from me, but in her particular capricious manner she also debased herself in front of him, acting like a whore and using the most shocking language, language he had never heard before, let alone from a supposedly chaste modest married woman. Carl was our first real mutual sex seduction and our experience with him set the pattern for our future frigging activities. I myself did not come into the picture until later, preferring for the moment to let Jane handle him on her own for I could already see the way things were going and how we would be able to capitalize on this experience in the future .
CHAPTER FIVE
Among other things, Jane wormed from Carl all the secrets of his past life, getting details of his few past experiences with girls, which she related to me with relish. She also found out that he had indulged in sodomistic practices when he was at college but knowing how prejudicial it would be to him in his profession, he had weaned himself from the habit with men, but dearly loved to bugger women, a practice to which of course, my dear loving wife was not averse. She also told him, after having related this to me and been instructed in the matter, that her husband was much addicted to worshipping her ass, and had taught her its use. She then cautioned him against any imprudence about their relationship, for she said she had her suspicions that I had a yen for men, and if I discovered their liaison, would be apt to revenge myself in that way.
All this was said on my instructions as I had a brilliant idea. Although I was not homosexual in the real sense of the word, in the course of my life I had fucked some young men. I had always been prepared to try anything and I found that a nice male asshole was often very thrilling. I had not screwed a man for some time, and once I learned from Jane that Carl had been a practicing asshole boy I thought this was good opportunity for me to make the relationship into a threesome.
Once Jane had revealed to Carl my apparent perversity he took the bait, so much was he under her spell.
"Oh, if he would allow me to fuck your lovely body, he might make what use he liked of me."
This was, of course, what I had been aiming at, and so we arranged that the next time Carl came to visit her I would arrive and catch them in bed together. Everything went as planned. I walked into the bedroom, found the two of them naked together and played the angry husband. I swore I must have my revenge, and that as he had cuckolded me I must avenge the affront on his person.
He objected, but said he would yield to anything if I would not drive him away from Jane.
"That will depend on the manner in which you satisfy my desires."
"You can do what you like, if only you will allow me to continue to love your wife."
"We shall see," I said. "Let me see your prick. Oh, it's a good size, even when down. Let me see it when it's hard."
Jane immediately took his prick in her hand, and with her skill she had it at fully erect to a magnificent hardon in a minute. She asked me if she could possibly have refused so hand some a prick as that. Indeed, it was a very fine one, fully nine inches long and as thick in proportion. It was exquisitely white and the blue veins showed themselves in a most tempting way.
Jane declared it had given her much pleasure, as well I knew.
"Right," I said to him, "I intend to have you now, just as you have had my wife. Get on your knees and present your asscheeks to me."
He kneeled with his head low, and the chink between his buttocks was well spread open to reveal his small, pink, corrugated rectal hole, with almost invisible blonde, short hairs round it.
But before I could make my entry Jane cried out: "But Steve, you must him get into me first."
I immediately consented upon which he cried out in delight: "You can do what you like with me, as long as your adorable lady will permit me to shove my dick into her pussy!"
"Well," I said, "Her cunt is reeking with your spunk, so I will first bathe my prick there so that it go easier into your asshole."
We took up kneeling positions. He filled the overjoyed cunt of my wife and presented his bunghole to my raging lust. I played gently at the entrance a little, but once I made a foothold I plunged recklessly forward and he would have escaped from me if he had not been doubly imprisoned. Then the pause I gave him after being fully bedded, with my cock up his rectum to my very balls, calmed the strange sensation, and we gradually increased the tempo of our movements until we all frigged away in exquisite delight. Carl obviously enjoyed himself so much that he begged me not to withdraw, but to run a second course. Jane thought that it would increase his lust if she changed his prick from her cunt to her asshole. Once again in the three of us rode to an ecstatic pleasure of a super-orgasm, and we all fell on the bed overcome by our discharges and lay there until Jane begged us to relieve her of the overpowering weight.
After that first time it was plain sailing and we had many a delightful fuck-session.
During the time that Jane had been occupied with Carl alone, I had been frequenting a bar close by the hotel and I had been struck by a young girl of eighteen or so who was a waitress there. She was obviously innocent and I knew she would be a tough cunt to crack, but I decided to make an attempt while Jane was occupied with Carl. By the time I had participated with Jane and Carl in their fun and games I had made quite a bit of progress with Annette. I had gradually developed a bantering flirtation type of conversation with her. The bar was not very busy in the afternoons and I was able to take up quite a bit of her time. At first, being an innocent girl, she was a little suspicious of me, but I slowly wore down her defences and she was quite impressed with her 'Anglais'. One or two of the other regular customers used to kid her a bit and it was quite easy to make her blush.
After about ten days I decided to make my first direct cunt-move, as she now trusted me. I knew she would have a free afternoon, having to come back at seven o'clock. I knew she didn't have a regular boy friend and that she was probably just going for a walk of a cinema.
I came into the bar at a time I calculated she would be getting herself ready, and as soon as she appeared, dressed for the street, I approached her casually and asked her if she would like to go for a drive to the Bois de Boulogne. She accepted a little hesitantly, but nevertheless she did accept. I had a car rented ever since I had arrived in Paris.
I helped her into the car and we drove off, a late September afternoon and early evening is the most beautiful time in Paris, and is certainly my favorite time there. We chatted away about nothing in particular while I made my way through the dense traffic of the Champs Elysees. It was not a long journey, and after I had parked the car, we got out and walked in the woods. I took her hand from time to time to help her. She was wearing quite high-heeled shoes and stumbled from time to time. The slight contact I made with her on these occasions excited me and I was longing to take her in my arms, but I knew that would be fatal at this stage. We came across a few courting couples on our way. A girl laying on the ground with her skirts halfway up to her thighs, being embraced by a boy lying half on top of her. Another couple lying side by side kissing, the girl's breasts, belly and thighs all straining towards the boy's body. And another pair strolling along with their arms round each other. Every expression of love is to be seen publicly in Paris, on the boulevards, in the cafes and bars, under the bridges, along the Seine, and no can can help being affected by the sight of others demonstrations of their affections. Every man who pinches the asscheeks of his woman or who steals a quick kiss is oblivious to passers who may observe him. And each girl is glad of the public announcement of their private intentions to screw.
I could see Annette casting coy glances at the intimate encounters we witnessed. Then of her own accord, the next time we stumbled she took my arm. I patted her hand as she put it through my arm. I smiled at her and she at me. I started to talk to her of her private life, asked about her family and her boy friends and she was very frank and confiding in her replies.
"But I do not have any regular boys, M'sieu Steve."
"Don't you like boys?" I had asked this question before and skirted round the subject but this time I wanted to probe a bit deeper.
"Oh, yes, of course I do, what girl doesn't? But the ones I know are not . . . how you say . . . 'serieux'. I think they are too young and do not really know how to treat a girl properly."
"Then I suppose you like older men: would you want to marry an older man?"
"I don't yet want to get married, and I do not know how old the man would be. If I loved him that would be enough, but I think I do like older men a bit."
"Perhaps as old as me?" I asked. "I'm not very ancient, but I'm quite a bit older than you."
"I like you, certainly," she said in frank manner, "but I do not think it is like that with us, you are a very kind to me and sympathetic, and I know the people in the cafe make jokes about my English friend, but I think perhaps, you are like a brother to me. You do not have the sex feelinig for me."
"How do you know that I do not have the sex feeling for you, as you so delightfully put it? How do I think you know that I do not want to kiss you?"
"I do not know exactly, but I think it may be so, I do not know. You have made me confused."
"Well, would you like to kiss me?"
I was being very bold here but I thought this was as good an opportunity as any to try to make a breakthrough.
Annette did not reply for a moment and her face clouded a little before she said, slowly:
"Perhaps, perhaps I might, I think, yes, maybe it would be nice to kiss you, but I do not think it is possible." kiss you very much and I do think it is very "Well, Annette, cherie, I would like to possible."
"But is it not possible, because you have a wife and I do not think it would be right. She would be very angry."
"But she would not know, and anyway, we could have a little kiss because we are friends. We are friends, aren't we, Annette, and you want me to be your friend."
While saying this I squeezed her arm and managed to link my fingers with hers. She did not resist this advance as she lifted up her head to reply.
"Yes, we are friends, and I do like you, so if we make it one little kiss, perhaps it would be all right."
I released her arm and slid my arm round her tiny waist, pulling her to me. I lowered my mouth to her sweetly scented lips and gave her a very modest kiss. She clung to me for a moment before pulling her face away and I could see that she was blushing. As we continued to walk along though, she made no attempt to disengage herself from my arm, which still tightly held her waist. I could feel her heart beating and the slight underswell of her breast and my cock began to stiffen into an erection which made walking hard for me.
After walking a little way further without speaking I suggested we should sit down. She agreed and I helped her to arrange her skirts over her knees. I sat down beside her a little surprised but happy. Instead of complaining when I snatched another fleeting kiss, her warm lovely body tensed with expectancy. I put my arm round her shoulder and pulled her closer. Then I bent my face very slowly towards her expectant mouth. This time I pressed my lips hard on hers and forced my tongue between her teeth. Her mouth opened like a flower to receive my tongue and I realized immediately that there was a great deal of dormant passion in her body. I placed the palm of one hand over a luscious firm breast while I kissed her. Now she was like putty in my hands and I pulled us both down onto the ground, full length. I continued to kiss her while the one hand still caressed a breast and the other ran up and down her back from her hips to her neck.
Furiously she clung to me returning my kisses, poking her tongue into my mouth and murmuring: "cheri . . . cheri" in my ear. I moved my hand into the top of her blouse and under her bra to cup her cool firm breast. The other hand I moved down to her buttocks and grasped her full, rounded ass. She wriggled against me like a snake and I knew I could have fucked her there and then, but I thought that might be a mistake, especially as we were right in the open and although the authorities turned a blind eye to public petting they did not approve a public copulation. We continued to neck for about half an hour or so and as I knew that I had established an intimate relationship with Annette now, I could take up where I left off at any time. We sat up and smoked a cigarette, occasionally pouting kisses at each other, and then we got up and walked back to the car.
As we drove back I knew I could now be frank with her and I said: "Annette, darling, I want to fuck with you."
"Yes," she said. "I think I would like that, I would like you to make love to me all the way, but I am a little frightened. I am not a virgin.
When I was sixteen I had a very awkward boy attempt to rape me and I did not enjoy it very much, and since then I have not done very much except some kissinig and perhaps if I have liked a boy I have let him play with my titties a little, so you see I do now know very much."
"Never mind, I will be very gentle with you and I will be able to teach you!"
Being a very practical young French woman she thought about this last remark for a moment and then said: "Yes, that would be good for me. You are an experienced man who can teach me. I wouldn't like to go to my marriage bed knowing nothing about physical love. It would not be fair to my husband."
She made no further reference to my wife, like all women having conveniently dismissed from her mind any thought that was inconvenient. The following night she was free and I arranged to meet her in aonther cafe. I intended to take her to a small discreet hotel I knew.
She was there when I got to the rendezvous, looking very chic in what was obviously her best dress. We said nothing on the way to the hotel and when we got into the room I took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly. She melted as soon as I touched her.
I removed her dress and underclothes one by one, tenderly kissing each inch of flesh as I uncovered it and when she was completely naked I laid her down on the bed while I undressed myself.
Her body was exquisite, luscious in every aspect and perfectly proportioned. Her breasts and buttocks were balanced on each side of her tiny waist, almost symmetrically. Her belly was flat and firm, her thighs slim, and her twatmound, a tiny cluster of light brown curls, through which peeped the tip of her clitoris.
I lay down on the bed beside her and kissed ifrst her eyes, then her face and lips, then her breasts, and finally her sweet cunt. Itold her to take hold of my prick and showed her how to manipulate it. She was a willing pupil and by the time I was ready to enter her, her hands and mouth were as active as mine.
I parted her thighs and lowered myself self between them.
"Don't hurt me cheri," she whispered.
I nodded assurance and prepared to make my first penetration of this new cunt. Slowly, I pushed my way into her moist slit. Naturally she was very tight, and at first I had difficulty in getting my knob into her, but finally the first three inches were tightly encased in her treasure.
"Open your legs wider," I said, "and try to raise your hips towards me."
She cried out and bit her knuckles as I made the final thrust. Her vaginal passage was hot and constricted but gradually I eased my way in and out, slowly increasing my speed and the strength of my strokes. She was writhing in passion as I rode back and forth and she began to buck her asscheeks in time to my thrusts and it seemed that every time she did so I went deeper and deeper into her cunt. She was moaning softly to herself and rolling her head from one side to the other. I could tell she was on the brink of a terrific orgasm and I redoubled my efforts. Faster and faster my prick flew in and out of her cunt. My knob seemed to expand and her cunt to contract until I could stand it no longer, and I had to let fly with my sperm, but not before dear sweet Annette had also reached the peak of fulfillment.
I fell on top of her as my prick pumped out is streams of warm cream, bathing her in ner reaches of her cunt. She fastened her mouth to mine, kissing me feverishly until her paroxysms of pleasure had subsided.
I rested for a while, my prick still in her delicious cunt bathed in our mingled juices. Then I started to caress her again without withdrawing my dick and it started it getting hard again. We both soon rose to heights of pleasure again and for the second time we surrendered ourselves to fountains of lust.
After that it was easy. I saw her several times more, each time taking her to new heights of joy, teaching her everything in my power. She was a passionate lusty bitch, willing for each new bout. Then I decided to introduce her to Jane.
Jane, of course, knew all about the affair. It seemed at this time as if our whole day and night was spent in bed, either sleeping or fucking. It had got to the stage now where there were regular sessions between Jane, Carl and myself; then, when I was not there because I was fucking Annette, Carl was fucking Jane; and at night, before we went to sleep, Jane and I would revel in relating our individual adventures to each other and finish off by having another furious fuck. Where we got the energy I don't know, but that was certainly a honeymoon and a half, doubled in spades.
I had completely corrupted and dominated Annette by now and I told her that I had told my wife about her and that Jane wanted to meet her. Joan was very sweet to her and explained that not only didn't she mind her sleeping with her hubsand, but that she would like her to join us in bed, because any girl whom her husband wanted to fuck must be very good. Jane told her she wanted to see Annette and I in actual hump-action so that she could decide for her self. At first, Annette, was a bit shocked at the idea, but she didn't take all that much persuading. She had become so addicted to screwing that she was now willing to try anything. Jane even introduced her to the joys of a threesome fuck and we all spent many agreeable evenings.
Once Annette had been introduced to the circle it only remained to bring Carl into it with her. This was easily done, and then there were four of us again.
It was at this time that we acquired the basic collection of exotic dildos that we have and they also added to our frigging enjoyment. Altogether Jane and I spent another two months in Paris, two months that we hadn't intended, but they were well worth spending. When we finally got back to London it was winter, miserable and cold, and that long hot summer was finally over. The first pure hump summer that I had had with my adorable wife.
We decided not to stay in London and I got us booked on a winter cruise to warmer climes. Naturally, we met up with a lot of agreeable people and we were able to perfect our techniques of corruptioon and seduction. Many a virgin boy and girl fell victim to our wiles, and many a staid modest married couple. On a number of occasions we were able to capture those very rare birds, a married couple who had both been virgins on theiir wedding day, been married for ten or twelve years and never been unfaithful to each other. But Jane could have charmed a bird off a tree, and before they knew where they were they were being fucked silly by someone else in their partner's presence and mouthing the most outrageous obscenities.
Sometimes as well, one of the women we got hold of, even if she had previously been innocent, would be taken out by Jane and they would both prostitute themselves for the night, getting as many as twenty or thirty clients each in a few hours, and they would both come home, stinking of strange sperm, their cunts sore and aching, and their bodies tired and bruised from rough handling, but everything was grist to our mill. Not only did we seek people, we also sought new situations, strange or novel places to fuck in, apart from quite ordinary things like having sex in railway carriages, airplanes, ships, cinemas and so on. We have had fucks in a gondola in Venice, in St. Peter's Cathedral in Rome, in the observation tower of the Empire State Building in New York and many times in famous streets and squares.
Once when, we were skiing in Switzerland, we stripped off naked at the top of one of the ski slopes and fucked in the snow. Jane has sucked me off on Brighton Pier and jerked me off under the table while we were having dinner at the Tour d'Argent in Paris.
Another thing we used to do was to make a big social round of public places and Jane would wear only a black leather coat under which she would be stark naked. And she would also insert a small dildo in her cunt or asshole, going everywhere with it stuck in her. She had to be careful not to sit down too quickly, but she said it improved her posture and her walk. We both used to get very excited at these times and we constantly referred each other at the fact of her nakedness and her cunt plug, laughing merrilily away at other people's ignorance. When she was dressed like this, with her raven tresses piled high on her head, heavily made up, with jewelled fingers, we attracted attention wherever we went. One could sense people whispering to each other about us. Who is that beautiful, exotic woman there, they would be think ing to themselves, but wouldn't they be shocked if they knew that under that expensive black coat there was nothing but bare flesh, and that the highly sophisticated, beautiful, v il-bred woman had a dildo rocking away up her cunt, and was a whore and an adulterous lesbian, a corrupter of morals, who was pure horny lustful bitch-in-heat, a prime example of sex personified. But the beginning of all this was a long time ago and now this Friday night I was sitting reminiscing to myself while waiting for my wife to ready herself for another adventure. I poured myself another drink and concentrated on the night to come.
Then Jane came out of the bedroom looking radiant. She was wearing a skintight sleeveless black dress with a high neck, and I guessed from the way it clung to her without a wrinkle that she was wearing nothing under it except perhaps a tiny garter belt, but she may have decided to keep her stockings up with only garters. Her hair was high on her head, pinned and combed very elaborately. That was what must have taken her so long. She wore long gold ear-rings, but no other jewelry except her plain gold wedding ring.
Sheer black nylons, black high-heeled shoes and a small black evening bag completed her ensemble. She sat down and I kissed her cheek lightly, then poured a drink.
I was very conscious of Jane's presence, her beauty was overpowering, but, however much I would have liked to take her in my arms, I daren't, for then the evening would have been spoilt. I looked at my watch and decided we had better get going.
Jane sat primly in the car, her legs close together but with the hem of her dress just an inch or so over her knees and her hands in her lap. I concentrated on the driving glad to have something to do. Jane's perfume pervaded the car and was an unsettling sexy influence on my already aroused senses. It was not a long journey and as soon as I had parked the car we went into the bar.
As soon as Jane stepped into the room every eye was turned in her direction. Her easy, regal entrance electrified the customers. We sat down at a table and ordered drinks. Slowly we sipped them, waiting for our victims to come in. Eventually they did so, going to the dining alcove and ordering a meal. We didn't want to interrupt them while they were eating but aa soon as they came into the main part of the bar, I nodded to them, smiled and said good evening, just as if I knew them. They returned the greeting and sat down at the table next to us.
They were a very handsome couple, and I eyed them up and down mentally undressing the woman, and trying to guess the size of the man's penis. I made a couple of remarks about the weather to which the man replied, and then, in the course of the next ten minutes or so several remarks were passed. Then the woman got up to go to the ladies' room. I watched her walk across the bar eyeing the sway of her full round hips. Jane got up and followed her into the ladies' bathroom. Round one: I knew that Jane would have difficulty in striking up a more friendly acquaintanceship in the privacy of the boudoir. So I invited the man to have a drink with us. He accepted one for himself, but said his wife probably wouldn't want one. I ordered the drinks, got him to move onto our table and we started to talk about cars. Naturally we introduced ourselves and I learned that his name was John and his wife's name was Elizabeth, and everyone called her Liz. By the time the two women came back together, chatting amiably, John and I were deep in conversation.
CHAPTER SIX
Soon we were a merry party, and I began to get the feeling that they were just as anxious to develop the meeting. I couldn't really explain it, but with my experience in this sort of thing I suppose I had developed a kind of sixth sense, and I began to get the idea that if I had not opened the conversation with them, they most certainly would have done so. The whole thing was going very smoothly, as if it were a very well rehearsed play. Then my suspicions were confirmed when Liz very brightly turned to her husband and suggested that they should invite us back to their house for a drink. This was unusual and I couldn't quite make it out. Were they just very friendly people, rather than just trusting and naive.
I was soon to find out. When we went to the parking lot before I could make a suggestion, John turned to his wife and said: "Liz, why don't you go with Steve in the car and I'll take Jane in ours. Then we will make sure that they don't get lost, as they don't know the way it will make things easier."
Naturally, we all agreed to this admirable suggestion and Liz got in the car with me. I lost sight of Jane and John as the other car was over the other side of the parking lot. Liz snuggled down into her seat, and I couldn't help catching a glimpse of her thighs as she sat down. Once I started driving I glanced at her and saw that her skirt was rucked up, to such an extent that I could see bare flesh above her stocking tops. As we went round a curve, she leaned towards me, her arm brushing my leg and when we were back on the straight she made no attempt to resume a more decorous attitude.
"Your wife is a very beautiful woman, Steve," she said. "I might say the same about you," I replied. "In fact I must say I haven't seen two such beautiful women together for a long time, and I'm quite sure that there are no two women within a radius of fifty miles to compare with you and Jane."
"That's very sweet of you," she said, and then very quickly leaned over and kissed my cheek. That was a very bold thing to do, I thought, considering that you are supposed to be the innocent young woman who is about to be seduced and I am supposed to be the wicked whoremaster. But I now knew that she intended to try to seduce me. Such a thing had not happened before. It was a case of the worm, or rather pussy, turning with a vengeance.
What had obviously happened was that we had picked precisely on a couple who were actually doing the same as us: looking for a couple to pick up and fuck either mutually or separately. I didn't think they were planning it as we did, but probably they were always on the lookout and decided that we would suit their purpose. I couldn't help laughing to myself at the irony of the situation, and I wondered how Jane was getting on in the other car. In the meantime, after I had been kissed, I slowed down and pulled into the side of the road.
"What are you stopping for?" she asked.
"Although it was unexpected, that tiny peck you just gave me was rather pleasant and I've been thinking all evening how nice it would be to kiss you, so I thought I'd better kiss you properly, and I can't do that while I'm driving."
She looked coyly at me. "Really," she said. "Well you'd better do so then."
"I didn't intend to waste too much time kissing her there. Actually fucking in cars is never very satisfactory, but I had proved that she was out to get me just as much as I was out to get her. It was a very pleasant five minute interlude with the promise of better things to come.
I started driving again, being slightly distracted by the pressure of her hand on my thigh, but in another five minutes we had arrived at her house, a medium-sized detached house, a little way back from the road. Joan and John had already arrived. They were having a drink and acting quite normally. John poured one for Liz and me and I went over to the bookcase to examine his library. There were several hundred volumes and many of them looked very interesting. At another time I would have been very pleased to spend several hours going through them. But I just picked a volume here and there and glanced at the pages, idly flicking my way through. Liz came over and stood beside me. I commented on the admirable selection they had and as I picked each book off the shelves or replaced one, I made sure that I was able to brush against a soft tit and I stood close enough to allow a thigh to press against hers.
She actively encouraged me, moving her own body actively. I could see we were going to be in for a good night, but I didn't want to rush things. To a large extent I was prepared to let Liz take the initiative. I was intrigued to see what her technique was.
I looked behind me, suddenly aware that we were alone in the room.
"I suppose they've gone in the kitchen," she said: "Now I just wonder if while I'm kissing you in here, John is reciprocating with Jane."
"Let's have a look shall we?" Liz said brightly, as if it were quite normal.
We peeped into the kitchen and there were John and Jane in a tight embrace. We didn't interrupt them but went back to the lounge. I poured myself another drink and went back to examining the books. One particular volume was catching my eye, a very handsomely bound volume of John Donne's poems. But when I picked it up and opened it what a surprize I had. The title-page said "Flossie, A Venus of Fifteen", one of the great erotic classics.
I put it back, and picked up the next volume. On the spine it said: "P. B. Chelley, Collected Poetry" but inside it was "The Autobiography of a Flea."
The next volume was "Fanny Hill", and so on. All the books on that particular shelf were marked Poetry and overyone of them was actually a very famous erotic book. The drawings were superb, showing all manner of copulation and peculiar humping positions. This one I took over to the couch, and sat down to be more comfortable while I examined this particular volume. It was too good not to savour to the full.
Liz sat down beside me and looked over my shoulder at the pictures. We got quite engrossed in them and my prick was bulging very obviously in my trouser. I glanced at Liz and noticed that her face was quite flushed.
While we were still looking at the book, John and Jane came back. They had been in the kitchen for some time and I gathered they must have had a good feel at each other's intimate parts.
"Oh, I see you've found my special collection," said John, "They're rather good, aren't they?"
He left us to it and went over to the stereo record player and started some soft dance music. Jane and he started to dance leaving Liz and me on the couch, looking at the book. John and Jane were dancing very close. He had both arms around her, one resting on her waist and the other on her asscheeks. Liz snuggled a bit closer to me and lightly kissed me on the back of the neck.
I put the book down and asked Liz to dance. We got up and joined the others. They were rubbing against each other, rotating their bellies, and nuzzling each other. I followed suit was Liz, my prick was as hard as a rock and sticking into her belly and she responded by rubbing herself against it.
I danced up to the other two with Liz tightly in my arms, and kissed her full on the mouth right in her husband's and Jane's view. John smiled and then kissed Jane in a similar way. Then Liz suddenly broke away from me and said: "I've got an idea. Let's all take our clothes off and dance naked."
Before anybody else could say anything I said: "Yes, come on. We'll start," and I started to undo the front of Liz's dress. I quickly undid all the buttons from neck to hem, and Liz stepped out of it, standing there in a white lace trimmed slip. This she quickly removed as well.
"Come on, you slow pokes," she cried. "Hurry up Jane and then they can judge us. I'm very proud of my tits, let's see if yours are as good as mine."
"Oh, they might be," laughed Jane. "But I bet my legs are better than yours," raising the hem of her dress up to her thighs.
The two girls laughed and giggled as they vied jokingly with each other. Liz was quickly stark naked and there was no doubt her breasts were superb, larger than Jane's oust, perfectly shaped and firm. There was no doubt she would; take the prize for knockers, but I knew Jane's legs were better. John unzipped Jane's dress and as I had guessed, she was naked underneath and her stockings were held up by frilly garters, which showed off her legs to perfection.
"But what about the men?" said Jane. "We ought to see what they've got to offer."
She turned to John, and started to undress him, and Liz did the same for me.
In no time at all we were all naked, the two women proudly flaunting their charms to each other and then examining the two erect pricks of their men.
I think John just about beat me for length by an inch, but mine was a bit thicker.
"They are both very nice," said Liz and bent and kissed each in turn. Joan followed suit, but when she came to mine she put it in her mouth and sucked the head for a bit, while I fumbled with her titties.
Then Jane got up, and I said: "Now we had better kiss our partner's breasts." I sucked first one of Jane's tits and then the other. John did the same for his wife and then we swapped over and I sucked Liz's while he nibbled away at Jane's
I grabbed Liz around the waist and said: "Come, on. Let's go over to the sofa and look at some more pictures."
"I'll get another couple of books with some more pictures," she said, and so once more we looked at the various poses. John and Jane joined us. They sat together looking at one book while Liz and I looked at another.
Now that we were that intimate I started to frig Liz and stuck my legs out in front of me to display the full length of my erection.
"That's a good one," said Liz. "He's kissing her cunt."
"Yes, like this," I said, and knelt on the floor. I parted her legs, and put my tongue right up her cunt. She wriggled in ecstasy. Then I got up and resumed my seat beside her. I turned the page and pointed to one of a man being sucked off. Liz immediately got the point. Her tongue was delicious. I glanced at the other two who were watching us and masturbating themselves.
The next picture I came to was a foursome. I showed it to the other two. "We could do that one," said Liz. "Look, the man lying like this here John, you do it."
John lay down on the floor on his back. "Then one girl is squatting over his mouth like this." she squatted over him, facing his feet. "And then the other girl's lying between his legs sucking his cock and the other man is standing astride him with the first girl sucking him off. It's quite easy."
As she spoke I stepped astride John's body and held my prick against Liz's mouth. Jane got down to John and began to suck him.
"Yes, I see," I said, stepping aside. "Now what about this one?" I showed them another quartet.
"Well," said John looking at it, "The man is lying down like this." He remained on the floor as before. "One girl is squatting over his face -come on, Liz." She took up her position. "The other man is standing and being sucked off by her." I was again in Liz's mouth. "And the other girl is squatting over him, facing his feet."
Jane quickly got down there, and pushed John's prick up her cunt. We got it off pat and then we all stood up.
"Oh, here's another very good one," said John. "This is the way to do this. I'll lie on the sofa with my legs over the side like this. Then Liz gets down on her knees and sucks me." Liz got down and took her husband's prick in her mouth.
"Then you, Steve, get behind her and fuck her and Jane has to do the asshole."
Without word I knelt and pushed my way into Liz's cunt from behind her asscheeks. She was quite small. I was surprised because she must have been fucked quite a lot by many different pricks.
Jane got on her knees behind me and parted the cheeks of my ass with her fingers and got busy with her tongue. Then once more we all rose. I was getting quite excited over all this. It was rather novel and I was certainly looking forward to the climax!"
"I think we could all do with another drink," said John and went over and mixed some. They were very strong and I could see that apart from everything else we were all going to get drunk. We quickly downed these and had another. I went back to sit on the sofa with Liz, while Jane was playing with John's cock as he was arranging the bottles and glasses.
I was feeling very horny with those two extra drinks and I wanted to start on Liz. I put my arms round her and pressed my hard erect cock against her. I got her to lie down on the sofa, and I was soon on top of her, smothering her with kisses.
My wife and John had retired to a deep armchair. Jane was sitting on his lap, kissing and cuddling. I could see that John had a good three fingers up my wife's cunt and she was gripping his truly enormous prick.
Slowly I thrust into Liz. She clung to me, putting her legs round mine, and moving in perfect time. She had a beautiful tight cunt with tremendous control over her twat-muscles. My cock was in a vise-like grip as I gradually increased my speed.
I kept glancing over to the other couple and saw that John was now giving Jane a good grind. He was sitting in the chair and Jane was astride his lap riding her juicy cunt up and down on his great prick. John had both arms round her, gripping her buttocks and had one finger deeply embedded in her asshole.
They were enjoying themselves as much as we were. Liz said to me: "Look at her ass moving I hope his prick is really ramming into her cunt hard and hurting her as much as you are hurting me, oh darling, your prick is enormous and filling me right up. God I love watching him fuck other girls. I get even hotter than I normally am. I'm such a horny bitch, say something to me, Steve, fuck me, ride me hard, dirty whore that I am, swear at me. Oh God, I'm coming . . . aaaa . . . aaahhh." And she bucked her hips and ass at me, clutching me tight and working furiously to bring herself off.
I let myself go. "My big hard cock is up your filthy cunt, you lascivious fucking whore. You're a filthy slut who loves to be fucked in front of your husband while he's ramming his monstrous prick up some other girl's cunt. You're a bitch, a slut, a whore, a dirty horny fucking, hot-counted fat-assed cow, and you love to be filled to the brim with creamy sperm from great hard pricks. Oh, Liz, darling, you beautiful piece of fuck, I'm fucking you, shoving my big, long fat, hard prick into your slippery cunt . . . oh . . . I'm coming . . . oo . . . aaaahh." And my pent up emotions released the flow of hot semen into her cunt. The other two were still at it. Jane was bouncing her cuntlips up and down on John's prick, faster and faster. Every time she went down and his prick was buried in her twathole up to the hilt, her but tocks slapped against his thighs and he jammed his finger viciously into her anus.
"Look at that cocksucker of a wife of mine," I cried to Liz. "She's just as much a whore as you are. You've both got hot instatiable cunts. You both love spunk. Spunk up your cunts, in your ass, swilling down your throats."
I carried on mouthing this kind of talk at her reaching a crescendo just as Jane and John achieved their orgasms. Jane sank right down on him and stayed there, moaning as he pumped his sperm into her.
"When she's finished there I'm going to get her to come over here and lick all my spunk out of that dirty cunt." I got off Liz, called Jane over and told her to get between Liz's legs.
Liz parted her thighs wide and Jane greedily licked her cunt clean. I got behind her while she was doing this and stuck my prick straight into her asshole. While she sucked Liz's cunt, I buggered her and John came over and his wife licked all the mingled comes from his prick.
It did not take me long to come, by which time the others had fininshed their tasks. Then I thought it was appropriate for Liz to lick my cock clean, while her husband who was hard as a rock again, buggered Liz.
This left Jane out of it temporarily, but she soon found something to do.
Liz had knelt on the sofa, and John was on his krtees behind her, so Jane parted the cheeks of his ass and stuck her tongue up there.
All this activity had used up a lot of our energy so we took a rest and had another drink. Then the two naked women went to the kitchen and rustled up a snack. They invited us to stay the night with them and we all piled into bed together.
Before we went to sleep John and I each sucked the cunt of the other's wife, while each wife sucked her own spouse's cock. Then the two women sucked her partner in the sixty-nine position and we ended up by each fucking our own wives.
Jane and I not only stayed there that night, we stayed the whole week-end and it was one of the best orgies we had ever had.
I also discovered that the situation was as I had suspected. Liz and John were also on the prowl for other couples, and we all laughed over the coincidence of meetiing when we were both on the look-out for strange switching partners.
On the Saturday night Liz cooked us a wonderful dinner and then John announced a film show. He had very good equipment and a fine selection of spicy films. We thoroughly injoyed ourselves.
John sat with Jane and I sat with Liz. Naturally John and I both had our fingers well up the girl's cunts and they played with our pricks. By the time the show was over we were all ready for another bout of fucking.
First John and I both got into Jane. I fucked her cunt and gave him the privilege of my wife's asshole. While we gave her the double treatment, Liz stradled Jane's face and was sucked off.
Then we changed round. I had Liz's ass while John had her cunt, and she sucked Jane's cunt.
We went to bed together again, but this time we were too exhausted to do anything but sleep.
I woke in the morning to find Liz sucking my cock. As soon as I woke she went down on Jane who was still dead to the world. John was already awake, watching us with amusement. We had a good morning session, the women cooked lunch and in the afternoon, we went for a drive together in John's car.
We had a dinner in a small country hotel and by the time we got back it was quite late. As we hadn't had any sex during the day we were all very horny again, so we immediately piled into bed.
by the time we got up on Monday morning John had already left to go to his office, so Jane and I had one final session with Liz before we left. After all, we didn't want to impose on their hospitality!
Jane and Liz lay on the bed side by side with their legs well parted and their thighs pulled back. I first inserted my prick into my wife, gave her a few thrusts and then moved over to Liz. She got a few jabs and then I went back to Jane. I carried on like this for a bit and then I changed over to their assholes. Back and forth I moved, first in Jane's ass, then in Liz's cunt. From there to Liz's ass and then back to Jane's cunt. It was quite exhausting, but fun.
Then I got them to suck me alternately, going from one mouth to the other after each few sucks, and finally I came by jerking myself off over their breasts while they masturbated each other. It was a grand climax to a most enjoyable week-end.
We, of course, invited them to spend the next week-end with us, which again meant more mutual exploration of our cunts and pricks. They became very good friends of ours and were instrumental in introducing us to one of our greatest hump-sessions ever.
They had been working for some time on a sweet, fifteen year-old virgin and the climax came when she was finally seduced and introduced to the facts of life in the presence of the four of us.
The two wives watched, while mutually masturbating, the defloration of the girl by their husbands. John and I took this young girl in every way. We cut cards for who should get what. John won her cunt, and I got her ass. Her mouth was shared, as she sucked us off together, swallowing both our loads of creamy sperm.
Jane also got her dildoes out and the two women and the girl fucked one another shamelessly.
The finale was a five-handed orgy, with both pricks and dildoes being used. Jane was in the middle with a dildo up her ass from one side being wielded by Liz who was in turn being fucked by her husband. And the young Angela was fucking Jane from the front and was being fucked by me in turn.
Since that time we have had many more adventures, and are always on the look-out for new pricks and cunts and new situations. And they always seem to occur to us ... so who's complaining?
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
I can remember it as clearly as if it had happened yesterday, though at the time I was no more than nine years old, everyone said what a pretty child I was, with my long golden hair, blue mischievious eyes, and, of course, I was spoiled, because everybody made a fuss of me.
Mother's brother, my uncle Phillip, often came to stay with us and it was during the August holidays . . . the weather was very hot and sunny and people said it was the best summer we'd had for simply ages and my mother made me a lovely little play-suit for me to wear from one of her pink, silky slips, and I loved it, it was so soft and cool and I didn't need to wear any drawers underneath.
Uncle Phillip came to stay with us for the weekend, he came in his lovely car because he wasn't married then like my mother and daddy. My mother is very fond of him, even though she knows he's very naughty and said he should find hmself a nice girl and get married, instead of keep having different ones, which I heard her say he wanted only for one thing, but I liked him, he was fun and liked to play with me and kiss me on the lips.
It was Sunday afternoon and, like I've said, very hot, so mother and daddy went up to bed and uncle Phillip said he would lie down too. Mummy wanted me to have a nap, but I wasn't a bit tired, so mother said I could play in the garden but I wasn't to go out into the road.
After a while, playing by myself seemed silly and it made me feel sweaty running about, so I thought it would be cooler in the house, so I went in, but, with nobody about I felt lonely then I thought of uncle Phillip upstairs in the spare room, and it seemed a good chance to go up and see if he would play with me.
I knew Mummy didn't like me being alone with him, because once I had foolishly told her what he'd done to me while she was busy in the kitchen and she'd slapped me for letting him be rude to me and I was sorry I'd told her, because she was angry with him and he'd called me a tell-tale and made me cry.
I'd promised him then that I never would tell her anything again and, as a reward, next time he came, he brought me a box of chocolates, so I let him do it again, because I liked it really, though I thought it funny that he wanted to tickle me there, where I wee-wee, because it's smelly, but it gave me a lovely feeling, only mother kept coming in, trying to catch him with his hand up the leg of my drawers, so we could not do it properly, but they were in bed now and, I thought, if I was very quiet and creepy, I could reach the spare room without them hearing me, though it was mother hadn't told him because she didn't want daddy to stop uncle coming to our house, because she said that, with all his faults, she loved her brother.
At the bottom of the stairs I took my sandals off and crept up with them in my hand in my bare feet. The bedroom doors were closed, but, as I passed their door I paused to listen and could hear their bed squeaking and mummy moaning as if daddy was doing something to her.
I crept to the spare room door and softly tried the knob, the door opened and my heart thumped harder. I put my head round the door and looked in, then felt as if I was going to faint, because uncle Phillip was lying on the bed with no clothes on, and he was playing with himself, so I knew he was awake.
My legs felt weak, but I found myself inside his room and he turned his head and saw me, he looked startled for a moment then grinned and pointed back at the door, which I'd left open, so I turned and softly closed it, then pushed over the latch.
He didn't get up off the bed, but leaned up, watching me, his eyes bright and smiling, as if he was glad to see me. I tiptoed over to the bed, staring at him, because he wasn't like me at all, but had a long thing, like a big sausage with a red knob on the end, sticking out where I had had my slit, he was all hairy, and there was something else under the long thing like a dark, wrinkled orange and he didn't mind me seeing it, he seemed very proud of it, because his fin gers kept stroking it and, as I stood beside the bed looking at it, he pushed the skin up, then pulled it down again and the red knob was all wet and steamy and smelled.
He put his finger to his lips, so I nodded, I didn't need telling that we had to be quiet, because I knew mummy would be very angry if she caught me alone in the spare room with Uncle. When he saw I understood, he moved over and patted the bed.
First, though, I hid my sandals under the chair his clothes were on, then I climbed on the bed and lay down beside him, feeling all lovely and excited inside me to be with him and see him all naked, except for a gold ring he wore on his finger, the one he tickled me with when he had the chance.
"If your mummy comes, slip into the closet and hide till she's gone," he whispered. I nodded, loving the secrecy of it, because it made me feel naughty.
He leaned over me, looking down at me, his face was all soft and smiley. I snuggled closer to him and hesitantly touched his body, feeling over his bare skin, he was hot and sweaty, I was too and it was lovely to be together on his bed, then he bent his head and pressed his lips down gently on my mouth wet and singly, then I felt his hand feeling me through my play-suit.
"Lovely girl," he murmured as he stopped kissing me and let me get my breath, "lovely, cuddly little girlie," he lifted his knee over my legs and moved over on top of me, I didn't feel a bit scared, but lay still as he gently lowered himself down on me till our bodies were just touching and I could feel his long thing pressing against my slit and belly, then he began to rub it on me and it made my slit stretch and crumple and tickled beautifully, so I rubbed it against him to show him I liked it.
Then, to my disappointment, he sighed, lifted himself and rolled off me.
"Oh! please," I pouted, "I liked it . . ."
He put his lips close to my ear;
"I'm afraid of making a mess on your playsuit," he whispered, stroking my slit tenderly.
"Shall I take it off, uncle Phil?" and he nodded and lay on his back while I sat up and took my play-suit off, and his eyes glowed as he looked at my bare body, then down at my slit. Emotion almost choked me, he took my playsuit and stuffed it out of sight under the pillow then slid his arm round my waist and took my hand, "Oh!" I gasped as he wrapped my fingers round, or partly round, his long hairy thing, "can I play with it?" I murmured, he smiled and nodded and I got onto my knees and used both hands. The skin was soft and slidey, but underneath it was hard and gristly, delight suffused me as I pulled and pushed at the skin, like I'd seen him do, and made it slide up and down, I wanted to laugh, but was afraid to make a noise else Mommy might come and spoil things.
I was fascinated by it, it had a lovely little slit in the end and after I'd been playing with it a few minutes some wet stuff, like white of egg, spilled out of the slit and made me feel funny, I pulled the skin up to collect it and bent my head to smell it and it smelled the same as my slit when it gets wet, and a wonderful idea came to me, so I asked him;
"Can I rub it in my slit, uncle?" I whispered.
He nodded, "Yes."
I lifted my leg over him, like riding a horsey, but he shook his head and whispered to me to kneel between his legs instead, so I did and he opened his legs out and I pulled it towards my slit and rubbed it along my furrow, the wet stuff made my slit all slippery and his thing skidded down and he pushed, then reached up and pulled me down on top of him with his wet knob sticking out against my ass, he brought his legs together and gripped my thighs with his, then pressed his hand against my ass, then his palms lifted my hips, then he pressed my ass down again and I suddenly realised he was making me rub his thing up and down so I began to do it, he smiled and nodded and butted himself up, I could feel the skin sliding up and down, it was pressed up against my slit and squeezed between my soft thighs, his slippery stuff kept coming and made the tunnel nice and smooth and I loved doing it to him because it felt lovely for me and his face was all funny . . .
I should have guessed that it was too good to last and my heart seemed to shoot up in my throat, he went stiff and looked scared, because we could hear someone walking along the landing, and, as we stayed as if frozen, I recognized my dad's footsteps, then we heard them going downstairs.
"Go and unfasten the door, then hide in the closet," he whispered, "I think your mom will come ..."
Reluctantly and petulant at having our lovely game interrupted, I climbed off the bed and went to the door to unlatch it, then walked to the closet, opened the door and stepped inside, I had to drew the door shut by pulling on the wood that framed the inside of the door, because, of course it didn't have a handle on the inside.
The closet was off to the right of the foot of the bed end, once I got used to the dark I could see a slit of light and, on peering through it, found I could see nearly all of the bed. I tried opening the door a bit and my view was widened to take in most of the room.
I thought him silly and didn't believe Mommy would come in, but I was soon proved wrong because she did, and what happened between her an uncle is, I suppose, a shocking thing but I wouldn't have missed a moment of it.
I have since wondered if my uncle had wanted me to see, then I remember that it was me who had gone up and he couldn't have known I would, but I could easily have had time to put on my playsuit and slipped out ... I get a bit dizzy sometimes trying to convince myself one way or the other, because I've never been able to forget what I saw, and, seeing it did my young morals no good at all and probably turned me into a bad young girl, but if I'd missed it, Oh! what a lot of fun I might have missed too, and I'm only telling this part to show how it started. Uncle swore me to secrecy about the whole thing and threatened the most awful things if he got into trouble over me, but I've kept my word -till now and uncle didn't have to strangle me to sew my lips up, or sew up my cunny, as he'd said he would, among other things, and anyway, he's given me permission to write about it, so long as I change the names.
I'd been closed in the closet about five minutes, but it seemed a lot longer to me and it was hot in the closet, soon the air became awfully stinky because I was sweating and my slit was wet, but I soon forgot that and it became exactly the right atmosphere . . .
I didn't hear her coming because she was in her bare feet, but I suddenly heard the faint creak as the door opened and I put my eye to the crack and began to shiver, because it was mother and she was only wearing her slip. I looked from her to my uncle, who was still stretched out on the bed, he was playing with his long thing, dreamily pulling the skin down and pushing it up, mother gave a little exclamation, then laughed and said;
"Playing with yourself -at your age. I suppose you knew I'd come?"
"Hoped so, I heard him go down ....?"
"He's gone to his pub, of all places, on a day like this."
"Didn't you just give hubby a piece of ass?" uncle asked, grinning, he seemed quite unashamed at being caught naked by his own sister, and my mummy didn't seem a bit surprised either, in fact, as she walked up to the bedside, she was smiling and looking at him as if she liked to see him like that.
"I suppose you heard the bed squeaking . . . what of it? He's my husband and he has a perfect right to fuck me, but you know he never satisfies me. I wish he'd learn how to do it properly . . . like you, then I wouldn't need you ..."
"I hope he gets worse, instead of better, then," uncle grinned, "I've come to believe I have the right . . . you were my first girl . . ."
"And you my first boy," mother smiled softly, "I owe you a lot, but for you I wouldn't have had my lovely little girl."
"I only did what you asked me," he murmured.
"You did it awfully well too . . . how was I to know he wasn't much good, and I have an awful job every time he wants it... " she leaned forward and took hold of his thing, his hands moved away, then he stretched his right arm towards her legs and put his hand under her slip. "You never have any trouble, do you, Phil. It's marvellous. I always feel humble and feminine when I see your cock. I don't know what I'd do without you," she said, rubbing his cock, "let me ... "
"Not too hard," he murmured, "I want to have a bit."
"I do too, and Phil, I think David wants another, he was talking about it just now, he asked me if I'd like to."
"What did you say?" Uncle Phil asked as mother knelt on the bed beside him, then bent down and took his thing ... his cock as she'd called it, between her lips. She kissed it, then opened her mouth and half of it disappeared. It startled me, she was sucking it.
After a few moments she lifted her head, licked her lips then said;
"Oh, I told him I didn't mind and was ready when he was," she took it into her mouth again.
"When?" uncle asked.
"He let it come," she said, lifting her head again, "lot of good that will do me," she took it into her mouth again.
"Want a boy this time?" he asked, rubbing her between the legs.
She nodded and went on sucking.
"Then you'd better stop that else it will go in the wrong end, come on, get that thing off and I'll see what we can do."
Mother let it slide slowly out of her mouth and stood up, she pulled her slip off and I blushed, I'd never noticed before how bulgy she was in front and was startled to see she had long rounded titties and when she got on the bed they swung about and hung down. She lifted her leg over uncle like I'd done, only he didn't tell her to kneel between his legs, then I felt all faint I saw her take hold of his cock and put it to her hairy slit and sit on it, to my horror it went inside her and she let herself down on it till it had nearly all gone in, then she began to swing her asscheeks up and down just like I'd done and I went all hot and wanted to wee-wee.
I saw she must have a hole that went inside her, and it didn't seem to be hurting her, though I heard her sigh and moan softly as she rubbed herself up and down on his cock, she came right right down till I could only see uncle's hairy bag under her, then she'd lift herself and it slid out all wet and slippery.
I hadn't understood half they'd said, and it wasn't till I was about twelve, when I was in bed and recalled what had happened that I suddenly realised what they'd meant, but instead of disgusting me, I was thrilled, because I knew then who my real father was, and knew I'd actually seen my younger sister being made before my eyes.
"Now," he groaned suddenly and mother did it faster, he groaned again and butted up into her and held her big ass tight, digging his fingers into her pink behind, then mother shivered and lay down on him and they clung together, kissing and I could see her tittie squashed against his chest. She looked awful like that, with her ass spread open, showing her hairy bottom hole and his cock stuck into her, but soon it slipped out and my heart sank, because it was short and all shrunken, mostly empty, crumpled wet skin, it fell out and her hole slowly closed up.
My heart, which had been thumping madly while all this was going on, now slowed down and mother rolled off him and lay down beside him with her legs open and I stared at her between the legs and could see we were the same, only her's was a lot bigger than mine and covered with hair. With a little shock I suddenly realised that I would grow up like that and have hair over mine and big titties.
"How about a cup of tea," he asked presently, and mother stirred, opening her eyes, she sat up, pushing back her hair and asked the time, He told her it was nearly five o'clock.
"Wonder what Pippa is doing?" she murmured as she reached for her slip and swung her legs off the bed. She pulled her slip on and seemed tired as she stood up.
"Probably up to all sorts of mischief," he said, then mother bent over him and kissed him.
"I'll let you know," she said, "I'll go and have a wash and get dressed, then I'll get tea, so don't fall asleep," she kissed him again and went out.
Uncle Phil sat up and I opened the closet door and stepped out.
He felt under his pillow and threw me my playsuit and I knew we wouldn't be able to play anymore, but I didn't mind, my mind was too full of what I had seen.
"She'll be in her bedroom," he whispered, "but take a peek first and go down as quiet as you can, better go out into the garden and pretend you've been playing."
I got my sandals, kissed him and did as he said.
CHAPTER TWO
After that, whenever I looked at mother, I remember her all naked with uncle Phil's cock joining her to him, and I never felt the same about her, I wasn't frightened of her anymore and didn't respect her, but I loved her more, but in a different way.
Somehow the chance didn't occur again to be alone in a bedroom with uncle Phil, at least not in our house, but whenever he came to stay with us he was naughty to me, and he and mother managed somehow to go upstairs and now I knew what they went up to do it made me feel queer and I'd stand thinking about it and wishing I was up there hidden where I could watch them making love.
Not long after that mother had to go to the doctor, and when she got back she seemed awfully happy and told daddy the doctor said she was expecting and would have a baby soon. Dad was very pleased and bought her a new coat and hat, and kept telling her to be careful, as if she had become precious. He helped her wash up too and wouldn't let her lift heavy things.
The role of 'big' sister must have come at the right time and my dolls were consigned to the cupboard and later I think, Mom gave them for a charity sale.
Susan was a sweet little baby, with nothing stiff or artificial about her, and I didn't have to pour water into her to make wee-wee, like one of my dolls, Mom did that with her titties, only it wasn't water, it was real milk.
When dad wasn't about she wasn't a bit shy and liked to have both her titties hanging out while she fed baby Susan, she was different when he was at home and wore a shawl over on shoulder and was careful not to show her tittie but I was too young to place much significance in this show of modesty that was what it was and daddy never suspected the real reason why my Uncle Phillip came so regularly, so mummy and Uncle Phil must have been clever about it, or lucky.
Uncle Phil wasn't able to play with my slit either long enough at a time, or often enough since he could only come at week-ends and found this state of affairs very unsatisfactory till it occured to me that I had a set of fingers and thumbs of mv own and there seemed nothing to stop me using them, so long as no one saw me.
Since I worked this out when I was sitting on the lavatory at school during lessons, after I had asked teacher to excuse me, it seemed as good a time as any to experiment, and I certainly wasn't fastidious where my cunny was concerned, like some of the girls, and I remembered how Uncle Phil always rubbed his finger on a particular spot near the top of my slit.
It was far more complicated than I had thought, and the outside was nothing to go by . . . I'd had it over nine years but until then I'd hardly spared it a glance and touched it only to wipe it out after a pee. I was a healthy girl and the inside was bright coral pink and had two little helpless lips inside, soft and stretchy. I found my pee place, then examined the sensitive spot, which lurked under a small hood where the little lips joined at the top. On pulling back the hood I uncovered a small red thing no bigger than a grain of corn, but so sensitive that the lightest brush of my small finger-tip sent a little lancing beam of bliss through me.
Lost in wonder at the small treasure house I possessed, I came to myself with a start and realised I'd been there too long. Fearful that teacher might send a girl out to see if anything had happened to me, I hastily rose and pulled up my drawers and ran all the way back to the class room. Teacher stopped speaking as I took my seat, then carried on with the lesson.
When school was finished for the day I hurried home as if some urgency drove me, my mind occupied with the secrets I had so long carried about with me so unthinkingly, and I was impatient to be alone, to make a more detailed examination and carry out experiments to find out ways of amusing myself and giving myself pleasure.
Unwittingly, mother delayed it, she had found she was out of salt and low on tea, so sent me out to get them, and though I went with a show of willingness, I muttered to myself petulantly there and back, then there was another delay while she dished up and made me sit at table to have what she called a 'proper' dinner. I didn't feel a bit hungry, but ate it to please her so she wouldn't suspect I was up to anything, or think I was sickening for something.
Afterwards she made me eat an apple as a laxative and seemed pleased when I said I wanted to go to the lavatory, then the woman next door called from over the fence and mother picked up baby Susan and went out to talk to her and I knew she'd be out there talking till dad got home, so I hurried upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom.
With a long, gusty sigh of relief I pushed my drawers down and took them right off, then sat on the lavatory seat, gasping as the cold black plastic pressed against my bare ass. I pulled my clothes up and tucked them up under the waist to have a clear field, lay back, then lifted my legs and spread my knees as wide apart as they would go. I spread my arms over the backs of my thighs and eagerly put my hands to my slit and pulled the lips wide apart and gazed earnestly into the shining pool of raw pinky-red flesh. I glowed with pride as I feasted my eyes on all the little things I had, arranged neatly in a row down the centre and normally enclosed in the secrecy of the simple slit. What delighted me was that I now knew it was because of this that I was a girl. I'd seen my mother's big hairy one, and I'd seen baby Susan's small chubby one and we all three had the same sort of sex -female.
I placed my finger-tip gently on top of the little hood, feeling the small lump hidden under neath and began to rub it gently.
Immediately my body became alive with flickering thrills that made me gasp and flinch and my finger became a blur as I rubbed faster but lightly as a dancing fairy, my whole body bathed in sensuous beautitude, mounting higher and higher till the moment came when I thought I could bear it no longer, then I was swamped and inundated with pulsating ecstasy and had to snatch my finger away. I brought my legs together and squeezed them tight, holding them with my arms, my slit afire and smarting with the keenness as piercing as the sensation of trapping a finger in the door and I lay curled up in a ball on the lavatory seat, half scared at what I'd done to myself, yet grinning with delight as my centre throbbed and burned.
Presently it began to fade away, so I opened my legs and looked and from the squeezed-together lips of my cunny I was intrigued to see a line of whitish fluid like that I'd seen coming out of Uncle Phil's little slit at the end of his cock.
Drawing my finger along the lips I collected it and held my slimy finger under my nose, sniffed luxuriously and found it smelled similar to his too. Closing my eyes I put my finger in my mouth and sucked it off. It had a funny, pungent taste as I rolled it round my mouth before swallowing it, but it wasn't nasty, so I sent my finger after some more again and again and licked it off, I opened out the lips and searched out every bit till it began to go dry and tacky.
I tried rubbing the spot again, but it now felt dead, so I knew it had had enough, and anyway, I felt lovely, as if it had brought me contentment, so I lowered my legs and got up.
I left the bathroom, taking my drawers with me and went to peer out of my bedroom window, which looked out over the back garden, and they were still out there, talking, the murmur of their voices floated up to me, so I knew I still had time, then wondered how to use it. I looked round my bedroom, then walked back to the door to close it and slip the latch across. I wanted to do something else to myself then the mirror that stood on my small chest of drawers caught my eye, so I went and carefully lifted it down, then stood it on my bed, holding it back at an angle till it reflected my cunny to my eyes, the lips were flushed and a bit swollen from my very recent attentions, it looked very long, but they were shut and I couldn't see anything from inside. I carried the mirror over to the window and placed it on the floor, flat, then squatted over it like when I pee into the chamber-pot, I put my fingers under me and pulled it wide open and the little soft lips hung down limply and swayed when I moved my bottom. I shook the lips to make the little ones shake, then took one each between my fingers and thumbs, I rolled the soft flesh to feel its texture and in doing so I pulled them forward to see them better and I was intrigued by the ease with which they could be stretched, just like thick pink elastic, then I wondered if the thick ones, my slit-lips, would stretch too, so I let the little ones go and laughed softly as they snapped back and hung like pendants, then I hooked both my forefingers into the top of my slit and, with a long slow pull, was gratified to find they would, and my pulling hard I was able to make myself have an astonishingly long slit.
At that moment I missed hearing the voices, so I cautiously peeped out of the window and there was nobody there, I sighed, but consoled myself that I could play with it in bed later.
I replaced the looking glass and pulled my drawers on, then went down, to find mother sit ting before the fire with baby Susan on her lap, her titties out. Susan was sucking her right one greedily and dribbling mlik down her small chin.
Mother looked up and smiled vaguely at me as I stood looking at her.
"Mom," I asked, "does it feel nice to have a baby suck your tittie?"
"Lovely, it makes all the trouble worth while, and she's such a good little girl . . . you were too, when you were a little baby."
"Did I suck your titties, Mom?" I asked reverently.
"Yes, of course you did, darling, I don't believe in patent baby foods, a mother's milk is best for her children."
"You're a girl and that makes a difference, because you will grow up to be a woman, like me and, one day, you will have babies of your own. It's Nature, so I like to let you see me ... so that, when the time comes, you will remember and feed your children yourself, but if it makes you feel . . . disgusted . . . ?"
"Oh no, Mommy, I love it," I said quickly, getting down on my knees before her, "you have lovely big titties," I licked my lips, staring at her dark red unoccupied nipple, "Oh mom, can I have a taste," I pleaded.
"Your father will be home soon, so there isn't much time now, but he'll be going out to have a drink, so if you're a good girl and go to bed early, I'll come up and give you a suck.
"Oh Mom, that would be lovely. You'll have some over, won't you?" I asked anxiously.
"Oh yes, lots, baby Susan doesn't take much and I'll let you have what's left if you can drink it all. Nurse told me I should have them emptied once a day, so if you like it, I'll be glad to give it to you, but you musn't tell your father." "I won't," I promised.
"Go and get me a clean diaper, darling and I'll change Susan now, she's had enough, just look at her little tummy," and she swept up Susan's frock to show her distended tummy.
I fetched the clean diaper and watched mother change it, I had a wonderful sense of intimacy and saw her baby slit again.
Later my father came home, baby Susan was asleep in her cot by then and I was playing with a doll, while mother waited on him and listened to him talking, though I could see his talk about his work was boring her, but I suppose she had to, to encourage him to bring money home for us to live on.
He never tried to make friends with me, or play with me, but I didn't mind because I liked Phil best and I don't think I'd have liked daddy touching me.
I played with my doll patiently, but without interest, till he'd been to wash and change, then left the house for his favorite pub. I felt a sense of relief when he had gone and the familiar feeling of intimacy returned, and presently mother said it was my bedtime and she went to get the bowl of warm water to wash me with, while I took my clothes off.
I suppose I was old enough by then to have been trusted to wash myself, but mother liked doing it for me and she didn't use a flannel, but washed me all over with her hands, and I think she found pleasure in the excuse to feel me and caress my body. She always washed out my slit very carefully and tonight was no exception.
Afterwards, after spreading the large white bath-towel on her lap, she lifted me and sat me on it while she dried me, and while she was wiping my cunny, she looked at it and pulled it open to wipe inside, and while she was doing it I risked asking her;
"Mommy, you've got a slit too, haven't you?" She laughed;
"That's a naughty question, but, of course I have, I'm a female like you, mine looked just like your's ... at your age, but now I'm a woman and a mother twice over, it doesn't look so pretty and has hair all over it. Your's will too when you get older," she sighed as she pulled on my nighty, then cuddled me and kissed me, then put my slippers on and set me on my feet "Go on up to bed, darling, I'll be up in a minute," she gave my asscheeks a little pat and I flashed her a smile and went.
I thought she had something to do first, because she usually took me up and saw me in bed. I got into bed and waited expectantly, and it was about five minutes before I heard her coming. She hesitated outside my door, then opened it slowly and came in, closing it behind her.
I gasped and sat up because she had taken her frock off and had the top of her pink slip folded down around her waist and she was bare from the waist up, her big milky titties swayed gently as she walked up to my bed, her face was flushed, she sat down.
"Oh Mommy . . . please, get into bed with me," I pleaded, "Oh, Mommy, you look lovely ..."
"I shouldn't be doing this," she murmured as she got up again and opened the bedclothes, then got in with me and tenderly put her arms round me, "but I do love you so, you're so sweet and good, and I wish you didn't have to grow up," she said it so poignantly that I felt sorry I would grow up too and felt tears prickle my eyes, then she drew me closer and I felt something soft and warm and wet press against my lips.
Blinking my eyes and opening my lips at the same time, I saw her white tittie and felt her nipple being pressed into my mouth. I eagerly closed my lips round it and sucked it in, then lifted my hands to hold her tittie as my mouth flooded with her warm milk and she leaned over me protectively, as if, I was her a baby. I felt a surge of tenderness and love for her and lifted my eyes to meet her's, she smiled and slipped her arm under bedclothes and began to caress my body with her hand.
Her milk flowed freely as I sucked at her stretchy tit, then I felt her knee move and touch my thigh, I looked at her face again and could see she was excited, I became aware of the rapid beating of her heart and the tittie I was sucking shook slightly, her leg slipped over, between mine and she gripped my thigh lightly and began to squeeze it gently between her two.
I was lying on my back and she was leaning over and partly on top of me and, with a thrill, I suddenly realised she was feeling sexy about me, perhaps because of the very intimate thing we were doing, so I slowly moved my leg -the one she was holding between her thighs, and I brought my knee up, taking her slip along with it. I felt her quiver as she felt my thigh moving up between her's and she began to pant softly, then she lifted her leg away a bit, to make room and I pressed my thigh right up till it was stopped by her slit, she gave a quivery sigh as I began to rub my thigh against her, then her thighs tightened and she pressed her slit hard and began to rub it against my trapped leg.
"Suck . . . harder . . . darling," she pleaded, "Oh, my lovely big baby . . . I'm a wicked woman, but I can't help myself," and the hand she'd been caressing me with slid down my other leg and gathered up the bottom of my nighty, then
As she started to rub mine, I felt for her's and her grip on my thigh relaxed, I tugged at her slip and she lifted her upper leg for me to get it up, she had on her panties so I felt up to her waist and pushed my hand inside the waist and down to her hairy slit. It was all wet and slippery inside, but lovely and soft and deep and seemed to kiss my hand and fingers as I felt it, she lifted her leg higher, over my hip, then heaved herself up to kneel over me as I searched, then found the spot, only her's felt a lot bigger than my tiny one, it was like a pea and hard and gristly under its thick wrinkled hood. Pressing my fingertips against it, I rubbed it for her.
I shook my head and thrust her wet nipple out of my mouth to speak;
"Oh! Mommy . . . my lovely Mommy, I do love you . . . but please Mommy, I can't do it properly with your panties on, let me pull them off, I want to see your slit and kiss it."
"Do you, Pippa darling," she murmured distractedly, her face all flushed and sweaty, she smelled sweaty too and her eyes were moist, "alright, take them off ... I want you to, I need it, but Oh! I'm a wicked mother to do this to you."
"You're not," I said passionately, "I love you and want to, you're my Mommy . . ."
I slid from under her and she turned over and stretched herself on her back, I wriggled under the bedclothes and she helped me pull her panties off. I pushed up her slip and climbed in between her opened out legs and crouched under the hot bedclothes, which she held up to give me air as I crouched on my knees and burrowed my face into her lovely, smelly cunt. I had to pull the long lips apart because her hairs got into my mouth, then I found it with my tongue and hooked up the fleshy hood to get at the hard lump and managed to seize it between my lips, a few hard sucks pulled it out enough for me to get it into my mouth. She stiffened and moaned and pushed her feet out of the sides of the bed to open her knees wider gnd, as I sucked at it, it pushed out and swelled into a little cock, which made it a lot easier for me and thrilled me, I could feel her flinching and writhing and knew just what I was making her feel.
Her hands came down and cupped my bobbing head, and she must have felt the sweat on my temples, for her hands moved away and she tossed the bedclothes back down towards the bottom of my bed and it felt wonderfully cool after the smelly stuffiness.
"Stop ... a minute . . . darling," she panted, "it feels too .... wonderful to rush and I'd like you to do something else . . ."
"Tell me what you want me to do, Momm," I asked when I'd let it go, "Oh Mommy, you've got a lovely little cock . . ."
"That's my clitty," she murmured, "I'm surprised . . . you knew just where I'm sensitive, so I suppose you must have found your's . . ." she saw me looking down at her gaping, hairy twat, "I ought to be ashamed of myself," she murmured contritely.
"What for Mommy? I have a slit too . . .?" I asked.
"Mine is such a mess, you must be feeling sick, I can't think what's come over me . . . ."
"It didn't make me feel sick, I like it," I gently took hold of her stiff clitty and began to caress it and pull at it, "what do you want me to do, Mommy?"
"I want you to rub your fingers inside me . ... I ... I have an opening . . . it's lower down, under where I pee . . ." she said.
I suddenly remembered what uncle Phil had done to her with his long cock, so felt her with my other hand till I found the soft hole, then, afraid of hurting her, I delicately squirmed my forefinger into it, "In here, Mommy . . . ?"
"Yes darling, that's it, but you needn't be afraid of hurting it, and one of your little fingers isn't enough, it will stretch ever so big ... see if you can push your hand into me, fold your fingers stiff and I'll push it in for you."
My heart began to beat faster and I felt awfully proud as I folded my hand as narrow as possible, with my thumb inside, then eased my steepled fingers into her warm, wet hole, then Mommy took hold of my hand below my wrist with both her hands and pulled, she moaned softly and squinched up her eyes as my curled up palm stretched her hole tight, she gave another pull and I pushed too and my whole hand squeezed inside her and it was only tight at the entrance, she let go and fell back, I pushed my hand in further, up to my wrist, and cautiously opened out my fingers and began to feel her warm, soft cave, which wasn't smooth as I'd though it would be, but sort of ripply, like waves, then my groping fingers felt something like a soft pear that was sticking out from the back of her big hole. It was right under my hand and I felt it wonderingly then asked her what it was;
"It's my womb," she murmured, "it's where you and baby Susan grew till you were ready to be born. You have one too, a little one."
"Will it hurt it if I feel it, Mommy?" I asked, anxiously I felt awed.
"No, you won't hurt it, it's like an elastic bag and has to stretch very big as the baby grows inside it, you can squeeze it. Ah! that feels very nice, keep squeezing it gently like that, and go on sucking my clitty, move your hand up and down . . . when I go queer, loose my womb and pull your hand out and let my clitty go . . . will you do that for me, Pippa?"
"Yes Mommy," I promised, then took her clitty into my mouth.
I could see her hands, clenched into fists, her fingers gripping the sheet and mattress tightly and she began heaving her body, swelling out and sucking in her belly, her big soft titties rolling about as she turned her head from side to side restlessly as I worked on her and inside her, then she drew her legs up and dug in her heels, till she suddenly gave a loud cry and brought her thighs together, I was just in time, letting her clitty go and sharply lifting my head, then snatched my hand out, she twisted herself over sideways, her thighs pressed hard together and curled up into a quaking ball, moaning softly to herself as she had the lovely feeling like I'd given myself in the bathroom and I felt so proud of helping her have it.
Presently she got over it and sat up, I went and sat beside her and put my arm round her waist.
"Oh Mommy, I do love you . . . Mommy, we will now, won't we?"
"Yes darling, of course we will," she smiled, cuddling me and bending to kiss me on the lips, though my face was smelly from her slit, "It was lovely . . . for me. I'll do it to you, next time and make you come. I'm glad aren't you?"
"Yes Mommy, ever so glad," I assured her.
"I'll have to go down to have a look at baby Susan now, and you must be a good girl and go to bed. I'll make your bed up again, where's my panties ....?"
I found them for her and she pulled them on, then she made my bed, put me in and tucked me up, kissed me and left me to my thoughts.
I fell asleep.
After that, everything became different and she was afraid of offending me, because she needed me, so she let me do as I liked when daddy wasn't good for me and I knew she was right, behave when he was, I knew he mustn't know what we did together without her telling me, and her body became as dear and familiar to me as my own.
Mommy didn't want . . . what we'd done . . . very often, only about once a week, unless she was 'unwell', when I'd have to wait a further week till it was over, and she told me that too much wasn't go dofor me and I knew she was right, but it was lovely to have it together and look forward to it. She let me have all her milk that baby Susan didn't drink and I was a lot happier.
Things settled down, I was a quiet, happy girl and thrived on Mommy's love, with an occasional cunt skirmish with Uncle Phil.
CHAPTER THREE
I was nearly ten years old before I had a sexy adventure outside my home, with another girl, and it was unbearably sweet, though she was twelve, she was innocent and, unlike me, had no curiousity about herself and had grown up without once having been fooled around with or aroused in any way.
This might have been because her face was rather plain, and she had small hazel eyes, a snub nose, longish upper lip and a wide mouth, also her teeth protruded a bit. She was good at her lessons and teacher never had any trouble with her, the boys weren't interested in her and she preferred playing with girls, but, in spite of the two years difference between us, we some how became friends and 1 liked her.
Her parents were reasonably well off be* cause both of them had jobs and her father was a foreman at a local factory.
I told mommy about her and she said she was glad and I could bring her home now and then to play with me, or go to Tilly's house if her parents didn't mind.
Tilly was short for Matilda, an old-fashioned name given her to name her after her father's mother, or something like that, but we all knew her as Tilly.
I don't believe it would have happened, because, like I've said, she wras innocent and not a bit curious, but I wasn't innocent and I was curious and I felt older than my tender age of ten, or nearly, and Tilly, after all, was a girl and must have a cunt, if only to piss with, and I wanted to see it, but Tilly was modest and decent minded and and was careful with her skirt and never showed so much as a glimpse of her panties leg, then they held a local election to pick new councilmen and closed the school for the day to turn it into a polling place.
Tilly, naturally, had nowhere to go as her parents had to go out to work and didn't like leaving her alone in their house all day, so, when I suggested she came to our house to stay with me, mother and little Sue, her parents gladly accepted and, since mother refused to accept any money for her food, they promised to take me out with them for the day sometime in their car. So it was agreed and I went to Tilly's home early to fetch her.
Her Mom and Dad were ready to start off for work and very glad to see me. Her dad gave Tilly the key of the front door and told us there was no hurry about locking up, her mother said I might like to have a look at Tilly's things, but they had to go now else they'd be late for work, so we saw them off then closed the door and Tilly took me into the living room and began to bring out her toys and books, but I'd long since given up dolls, doll's prams, cradles and such, since we had the real thing at home and a real baby, but I pretended to be interested as a cover to look more closely at Tilly and wonder how I possibly could get sexy with her.
At first her innocence seemed as strong as armour, but I reasoned that she must have a weak spot somewhere. If I'd been a boy it would have been different and we wouldn't have been left together either, because even a boy will make an attempt at a plain girl if a pretty one isn't handy, besides, Tilly's chest intrigued me, she had little titties, just starting to swell out and once, when the edge of a girl's book she was showing me brushed the sharp little peak, she gave a slight shiver and looked down at it curiously. I immediately seized on it as the point of a wedge.
"What's the matter, Tilly, are you cold?"
"Cold . . . ? No, it's warm in here. Why?"
"You shivered," I said.
Her face slowly became pink and she gave a little nervous giggle, a rare thing with her.
"Oh, the corner of the book . . . er . . . touched me, it's nothing," she said, taking a quick look down at the small twin peaks.
"Touched you . . .? where, I didn't notice," I said.
"My . . . chest," she murmured, her flush deepening as I looked down, then exclaimed;
"Oh! I see now ... I hadn't noticed ... Oh Tilly, how lovely you're having your titties . . ." I sighed, "I'm too young yet. It must be lovely for you, you must be awfully proud . . .?"
"Oh Pippa, I am," she whispered, "they're so sensitive," she wriggled her slim, sloping shoulders to shift them under her clothes, "I . . . I feel that everybody keeps looking at them, and my clothes rub against them and make me feel . . . queer, sort of tingly and itchy, like when the book touched me, it felt like a spark when the fire spits, it sends a shiver down my back, and sometimes I feel scared . . .?"
"Scared?" I queried, "what of?"
"I ... I don't know, Pippa, but I blush when a man passes me in the street and looks at me, and I imagine all sorts of things happening to me if he ... if one of them . . . turned and followed me. I kind of freeze up inside and want to run."
"That's silly, men aren't interested in girls as young as you."
"They are, Pippa," she said earnestly, "don't you read the 'News of the World' . . .?"
"Oh yes, not on Sunday, I wait till mother throws it away, then I take it out of the dustbin and read it at night when I'm in bed, it tells all about what men do to young girls ..." she opened her small eyes wide, "some of it is awful, yet it thrills me, that's why I feel so scared ... of men who look at me in the street."
"I bet you'd like one to turn and follow you, to find out what would happen to you," I giggled. "I would, so there!"
"You wouldn't, Pippa, they only want one thing, like the men in the paper, who lead young girls into a wood, then pull their panties off and do dreadful things to them between their legs."
"Oh! . . . that, I've seen it happen, to a man and woman, not a girl, it's only mating and it's natural, they have to."
"You . . . you've seen it?" she gasped, going pale, "did . . . didn't it . . . frighten you and make you feel sick?"
"No, I liked watching them, it made my slit all wet and I had to frig myself afterwards, else I'd have burst. It was ever so thrilling, Tilly . . ."
"Frig?" she asked, licking her lips, "what's that?"
"Oh, rubbing my slit with my finger to make myself have a come. It's lovely, all thrilly and sweet, like going to heaven and being kissed by an angel. Haven't you ....?"
"No," she gulped, "never, I wouldn't know how."
"You'd be too shy," I said, shaking my head slowly.
"Pippa, I wouldn't, honestly . . . what . . . what would I have to do?"
"Well, you have to get at it ... at your cunny, I always take my panties off, but it's best if you undress and be all bare, you don't feel so thrilly with your clothes on and you start by stroking yourself and rubbing your titties, and I know you're too shy to do that, you never even show your panties."
"I ... I woudn't mind -with you, Pippa," she pleaded, "we're friends and we're both girls, so it will be alright . . .?"
"It's secret and you might tell your mother, or your dad," I said.
"I wouldn't, Pippa, I'm not that silly. It's mother who makes me be so careful, about not showing my underneaths."
"They're panties," I giggled, "you're too shy to say 'panties' even." I taunted gently.
" ' . . . Showing my panties' " she said.
"Show them, then," I challenged her.
She hesitated, then grasped her skirt and pulled it up for a moment, then let it drop.
"We didn't lock the front door, did we?" I said suddenly.
"No," she said, looking alarmed, "I thought we were going to your house ..."
"Do you want to . . . now?" I asked.
"No Pippa, your mother will be there and we . . . couldn't . . . could we . . .? let's stay here for awhile . . .?" she half pleaded.
"Alright, I don't mind," I told her agreeably, "let's take our frocks off, shall we . . ." I suggested.
"Yes," she murmured, "Oh Pippa, I feel all funny in my stomach and my titties feel all tingly. Help me undo my frock."
She turned her back to me and I unfastened it down the back for her, then she did mine and we pulled our frocks off and looked at each other in our girlie underwear.
"Feel my slit, Tilly, and I'll feel yours," I murmured.
Blushing, she slowly extended her slim bare arm and I took hold of her hand and pressed it between my legs, then slid my hand to hers, while her trembling fingers lightly felt my soft cunt-lips, my finger made a bee-line between hers and I rubbed her clitty lightly, so that she gasped and bent over, kneeing in her leg and flinching.
It was like touching a concealed spring that releases something startling, her eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open.
"Oh!" she moaned, squeezing my hand between her thighs as I tickled her.
"Have I . . . hurt you?" I cried, pulling my hand away.
"No ... Oh no," she cried, "Just the opposite. Oh Pippa, it made me jump ... it felt lovely . . . was that that what you called 'frig'?"
"A bit," I admitted, "all girls can do it."
"I ... I d.d.didn't kn.n.now," she stammered, "if I had, I would ... Oh, Pippa, let's . . . show me and let's do it."
"It's better than playing with dolls, or reading silly girlie books, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is, and I want to, I want to learn how to do it properly and make myself have that lovely feeling. I . . . I'll take my slip and . . . panties off, Pippa, and let you ... if you don't mind. It . . . it's smelly, shall I wash it?"
"You needn't, I like the smell, but it's nice in the bath, Tilly, when it's soapy, and you can lick it too, it's lovely, better than with your fingers." I tempted.
"The Angel's kiss?"" she asked dreamily.
"Yes," I giggled, "but if I suck yours you must do mine."
"Oh, I will, Pippa," she said earnestly, "let's go up to the bathroom, there's lots of hot water
She let me go first, opened the doors for me and made me feel like a princess. Their bathroom was larger than ours and the big black bath, wash basin and lavatory was a set, and there was a pink mirror on the wall along the bath beside the one over the wash basin and the floor was carpeted, with a green rubber bath mat and a stool with a cork top. It looked posh and I said so.
"I'm glad you like my home, Pippa," she murmured as she closed and latched the door, then hastened to turn on the taps.
"It's lovely, especially this, it make me feel naughty . . . that mirror by the bath ... I bet your mother and father have a bath together ... ?"
"How did you guess, they do, sometimes, and they stay in here a long time when they do ... I don't know why, Do you?"
"I can guess, but I don't think I should tell you."
"Oh! why not, Pippa . . .? Is it . . . Is it . . . rude?" she blushed.
"Not for married people. Haven't you heard of fuck, Tilly?"
"I've heard the word but . . ." she made a helpless gesture, "I don't know what it means, tell me," she pleaded.
"Not now, perhaps I will . . . sometime," I said, "but it's the same thing you've read about in the papers, and I told you I've seen a man and woman doing it. We will one day, it's Nature and people can't help themselves ..."
Tilly bent over the bath to test the water and turned off the cold tap, she let the hot tap run a bit longer then turned that off too, the bath was more than half full.
After a look at me, she pulled her slip out of her pantie waist and crossed the arms to peel it off, I waited till she had it up around her head with her sharp little titties bare, I felt overcome with envy and put out my hands to feel them and hold them in my hands and Tilly struggled to free her arms and head, blushing vividly and obviously delighted to have me caress them.
"Oh! Your tits are lovely, Tilly," I murmured, then bent and kissed her small pink nipples, which immediately responded to the touch of my lips, pushing out and becoming stiff so I took each in turn between my lips and sucked them.
She managed to get her slip off and let it drop on the floor, then put her hands round my neck.
"It feels beautiful, Pippa . . . you're making me feel hot. Oh, I'm getting awfully fond of you," she sighed.
"Let's get in the bath while the water's hot," I said freeing myself and she agreed, bending to strip off her panties as I took off mine. We sat on the edge of the bath to get our shoes and socks off.
"Oh Pippa, your slit. . . it's a lot bigger than mine," she remarked, looking down between my thighs.
"Frigging makes it like that, anybody could tell you've never hardly touched yours, with your legs closed you can't see it."
"I want mine to get like yours, I think it's lovely with the inside hanging out, it's pretty."
"It gets rubbed against my panties when I walk and tickles," I said as we lifted our legs and lowered ourselves into the water.
"I never feel anything, it must be nice," she murmured.
"It is, I like walking, but I'll help you, Tilly, you're slow that's all," I got up on my knees and reached behind her for the oval cake of scented bath soap, she was sitting at the tap end, "stand up in the bath and I'll lather your cunt."
"Oh, Pippa, that's another rude word," she flushed, giggling.
"What was?" I teased.
"You know, the last word you said," she blushed redder.
"What did I say?" I said, looking puzzled.
"You said," she repeated, getting to her feet, " 'stand up in the bath and I'll lather your c-u-n-t.' "
"What if I did, that's what they call it, go on, say it."
"Cunt," she murmured, squirming.
"You know where I meant . . . ?"
"Yes, my slit," she giggled as she watched me roll the soap between my hands.
"It's alright to say words like that... to each other," I told her "when we're together like this, it's sexy talk." I rubbed the foamy lather over her small, neat cunt and worked it well into her soft pussy furrow, feeling her flinch as my fingers rubbed against her little lump, and while
I was lathering her, I popped my finger into her maidenhead, which was small and tight and made her gasp.
"Now lather mine," I said, getting to my feet.
She took the soap and did like I'd done, though at first her fingers were flinchy, but that soon passed and she even pushed her finger into my hole, which mother had widened a bit, so Tilly looked a bit surprised when her finger went in easily.
"Lift your foot on top of the bath," I said to her, "I will too," she stood on one leg and lifted her right leg to rest her foot on the edge, facing her, I lifted my right leg too and placed my foot on the opposite edge, I put my arms round her waist and hopped my foot till our legs stood one inside the other with the insides of our knees touching, she copied me and held me round my waist, looking into her eyes, I pressed my cunt against hers and the soapy lips kissed, "Rub against me," I urged, moving my hands down to cup her ass, she did so too, I leaned back and she copied that too and we stood rubbing against each other, she had to bend her leg a bit because she was a bit taller than me, "Now push your finger up my hole," I said, groping for hers, and such was her excitement that it never occurred to her what my finger would do to her maidenhead, and when I found it and pushed my finger in, it apparently didn't hurt her, perhaps because the lather had softened and loosened it, then, using my finger like a little cock, I finger-fucked her and she finger-fucked me.
"Oh! this is lovely," she moaned, rubbing her cunt harder against mine with a sensual pull of her hips as she felt the titillation get hotter, but I didn't want to make us have a come yet, because when it's over you lose the sexy feel ing, so I pretended to get off balance and managed, as we were corn apart, to hook my finger as it was pulled out and wrench her maidenhead.
"Ooh, I'm sorry, Tilly, have I hurt you?" I cried as I tumbled back into the water.
"It's nothing," she said, kneeling down in the bath to help me up, the water washing off the lather. I looked under her and saw thin threads of blood coming from her ripped maidenhead so I made a bit of a disturbance to disperse it, so she wouldn't notice it.
The urge to do it to her had come because I'd noticed a slim, long necked bottle on the ledge behind her, it had a smooth, rounded glass stopper and the label said it was bath-oil for toning up the skin, but my naughty mind had seen another use for it and that's why I'd deliberately deflowered her.
Which did you like best, Tilly, rubbing our cunts together, or fucking with my finger."
"Well . . . both, but, your finger made me go all hot and thrilly and I wished it had been longer and thicker."
"Oh! I wish I was a boy ... Oh! I'd fuck you, but we both have cunts."
"Perhaps we could find something. Pippa. I would if you would to ... " She looked vaguely about the bathroom, so I spotted the bottle and pointed it out to her.
"What about that long bottle, Tilly, it looks about right to me, there on the shelf behind you."
She turned and lifted it down, felt it and nodded.
"It's nice and smooth," she murmured.
To encourage her I said;
"Push it up me first, make it soapy so it will slip up easily, then see how far up you can push it. I bet I could have it nearly all up me, don't you . . . ?"
"If you can, I can too," she nodded, rubbing her palm on the soap, then lathering up the bottle.
"Rub some lather up my hole too, Tilly," I said. I stood up and turned round, so my back was towards her then I bent over, leaning my hands on the end of the bath. She knelt behind me and, feeling delicately, found my cunthole and rubbed lather into it. "Now," I said, "push the bottle in, do it gently at first, 'cause it'll make my pussy-hole stretch . . ."
She held the flesh apart while she pushed the small, rounded stopper end into me. I was putting it on a bit, about her being gentle, because Mom had loosened me up pretty well with her fingers and had stretched, not broken my maidenhead. The neck of the bottle slipped in easily and smoothly and without a twinge, but for effect, I gave a soft moan, so she stopped and asked anxiously;
"Is it hurting you, Pippa . . . ?"
"A teeny bit . . . go on, push it up, its alright now."
She pressed it in, and it did feel nice as the smooth taper gently stretched my hole wider.
"It feels nice, go on push more in," I urged.
"Oh, Pippa, its nearly all in n ow," she gasped presently.
"Alright, you can pull it out now."
She drew it out slowly.
She showed me. The bottle was a bit like those large ones you used to see in druggist's shop windows, filled with different coloured water, with a long tapering neck and round body, then a rim for it to stand on, the bottle was like that, but very small, of course and only about six inches high. She showed me that the round body had been nearly all in my pussy and she had had to grip the rim, afraid it would slip in side and be difficult to get out again.
"I didn't know a girl's . . . would stretch so much as that, Pippa, I felt scary, was it alright?"
"Oh yes, I could have squatted down and it would have come out, so you needn't be frightened. It's your turn now, I'll lather it again and do your hole, too. Bend down like I did."
Though she obviously felt qualms about it, she turned and bent over, holding on to the taps. I lathered the bottle then her small hole, I could feel the sharp rim, because I hadn't torn her much, but the bottle would finish the job and make her ready to be fucked, and I was only doing it for her own good, or so I told myself.
"Are you ready, Tilly?" I asked, lifting the back of her cunt with my thumb.
"Yes, but, please, be gentle, else you'll hurt it, my cunny-hole isn't so big as yours . . . Oh!" she gasped as, as gently as I could, I eased the rounded stopper through her maidenhead, but though she quivered and moaned, she bore it, not wishing to be thought a coward by a girl two years younger than herself, but, after the end was in, the tapering neck glided through and slowly stretchced her maidenhead. I watched carefully and actually saw the tiny webs of skin that held her buds together softly part and sucked in. I drew it back a bit, and kept pushing it in and out, feeding a bit more in gradually. Her tiny wounds bled a little as the widening taper gently stretched and expanded her hole. "Is it hurting you?" I asked solicitously.
"A bit, Pippa, but I don't mind, go on, it's nice when you rub it in me . . . whaf s the matter .. . ?"
"Oh, I've just had a lovely idea, Tilly. I could fuck you with the bottle, shall I try."
"Yes, I'd like that, but how will you do it, hold it between your legs . . . ?"
"No, I can get the big end in my hole, then fuck you with the neck, you nearly get it all in me, didn't you?"
"Oh, yes, there was only a bit and I stop ped that going in, it would have, Pippa," she was standing up facing me and she was smiling, so I hadn't hurt her much and there'd only been a few drops of blood which had dropped down and mingled in the water, the loss of her maidenhead seemed to mean nothing to her.
I handed her the bottle.
"You do it, Tilly, push it in hard, it won't hurt me."
She put some lather on and knelt down, I opened out my legs and she pressed the big end against my hole and pushed it in, my hole seemed to gulp it and close a bit, and the end was like a ball. I moved her hands away, the neck was pointing downward, but the end rolled like a ball in its socket when I pulled the neck up. We giggled, because it did look funny sticking up, it was faintly like a prick, but Tilly didn't know that, since she'd never seen a prick.
She made no further fuss, but turned round again and bent over and I stood behind her and pushed the neck up her cunt, it slid in easily this time and went up as far as I could push it. When I started fucking her, the ball end pressed down and rolled a bit, grinding its rimmed base into the soft flesh and squashing my asshole, but it felt nice and thrilly. I held her hips and pushed the bottle up and down, slowly at first, then faster, and Tilly began to pant and moan, but it was with pleasure, and why not, it was just like a boy's prick, and that's what she had the hole for, and by now the bottle was warmed and her hole wet with her own girlspunk. It felt lovely to act like a boy, but I still didn't want to make her, or myself have a come, so after a bit I stopped and pulled out, and we sank down into the water to rest, panting:. I pulled the bottle out, then said to Tilly:
"You want to get this when it's empty, Tilly, it's just right and you can use it when I'm not with you, when you're in bed, you can fuck yourself with it."
"It's nearly full," she said, "but I'll get it when it's empty and find a good place to hide it. I like it, when you push it up, I felt my pussy stretching, and, before now, I didn't know I had a hole there."
"The water's getting chilly, let's get out and dry ourselves and go to your bedroom to play some more."
"I want to have a pee first, Pippa," she giggled.
"Pee on me, I want to as well, I'll pee over you."
"We'll be smelly," she giggled.
"We can wash it off, silly, before we get out of the bath."
"Alright, but what funny ideas you get, Pippa," she giggled. "How do I do it?"
"You stand up and I'll kneel and lean back, like this, now move your feet so your legs are near my waist, open your knees out and pull your cunt open and press your fingers into the sides of your pee-hole, then let your pee come."
Following my instructions and fascinated by it, she stood over me and looked down at me as I leaned by body back, she strained a bit and her pee-hole opened and her piss began to trickle out, but it bent back and twisted and went down her leg, then it started to gush and splash on me, the yellow warm water running down to my cunt and then sliding between my closed thighs. We smiled at each other and she seemed to be enjoying it, she moved her hips back and forth till she was empty, then shook her cunt.
We changed places and I pissed over her, then we wallowed in the lukewarm water and got out and dried each other, laughing and giggling and in high spirits.
Before we left the bathroom, I insisted that we emptied the bath, cleaned it out and wiped the floor, then put things as we'd found them.
We collected our undies, shoes and socks and went to her small bedroom, where we closed the curtains, then put on the light.
I wandered over to the mirror, for she had her own small dressing table with an oval mirrir, and Tilly followed me. I tilted the mirror down a bit, then hooked my fingers into the top of my cunt and pulled it up. She giggled and stood beside me, then pulled hers up.
"I love my cunt, Tilly, don't you? There's such a lot of things you can do with it, it's so lovely and stretchy, isn't it?" I said pulling harder and trying to make it reach my navel. Tilly pulled her's harder too.
"Yes," she smiled, thrusting her hips forward like me, "It's like elastic. I love mine too, now you've showed me, ad I want to make mine big."
"Oh, you have to play with it a lot, I've been playing with mine a long time . . . since I was six, that's why mine's big, a girl I know . . . she's engaged now, told me that boys don't like a girl with a little cunt.
"Boys don't bother about me," she said sadly.
"Oh, they will, Tilly, but men are best, so perhaps an older man will pick you and marry you when you're old enough, anyway, we're friends and I'll help you make your cunt big."
"That's kind of you, Pippa," she said grate fully.
"Let's play at enemies," I suggested.
"I've never heard of it, how do you play it?" she asked eagerly.
"Well, we can't, unless you have some marbles, or something to shoot with."
"I haven't any marbles, but . . . I've got some big beads, if they'll do."
"Show me."
"It was a necklace I had for Christmas, last year, the string broke and I lost most of the little ones," she told me as she looked for them in the dressing table drawers, "here they are," she opened a box. "They're in two colors, red and blue."
"Lovely, you have the red ones, I'll have the blue," and we sorted them out on the bed, discarding the smaller ones and an add one over a dozen each.
"How do we shoot them at each other?" she asked.
"With our catapults," I giggled.
"But I haven't a catapult," she protested.
"Yes you have, it's your cunt, it's like elastic, isn't it?"
She giggled, tickled with the idea.
"We lie on the bed at opposite ends, or on the floor if you like, but I think the bed's best, then we press our feet together and shoot at each other, come on, I'll show you, Tilly, I'll have the pillow at the foot end . . ."
She watched me carefully, I lay down and opened my knees out, and she lay down at the other end and opened out her legs too, then I pressed my feet against hers and fitted a bead into the top of my cunt, grasped it and pulled back, then let fly. The bead hit her tittie and bounced onto the floor, then Tilly fitted one in hers and the bead missed me. I said the score was one -O'.
My next just missed her shoulder and hers hit my belly, so it was one-one, but she was delighted and her aim improved both in accuracy and length so that when we had used up all our beeds the score was nine-ten, and mine was lowest, then I suggested a contest, to see which of us could shoot farthest, so we collected the beads and sorted them out again, then chose the wall that had no furniture against it as our target, which was the one facing the foot of her bed, with the headboard as an obstacle to be cleared.
"We can use both hands for this one, Tilly, and take it in turns on the bed, 'cause there's not room for both of us. I'll shoot first and show you how to shoot high," I moved the pillow to the middle of the bed, then lay down, I braced my feet against the footboard, then arched my body, lifting my behind and hung in an arc. I fitted the bead and pulled my "catacunt" back with both hands, then let go. My bead hit the wall about three feet up, so Tilly found a pencil and made a mark on the wall, then came to take my place.
"This is a terrific game, I can practice when I'm by myself," she said as she copied me, drew and shot, hers hit a bit lower than mine and I marked it.
We played that one for about half an hour, then, by mutual consent abandoned it to nurse our sore cunts, but Tilly was satisfied, for, like mine, the game had loosened her cunt and made it droopy and red.
We lay on the bed and she let me play with and suck her titties till I'd sucked her nipples red and sore, so we kissed and I showed her how to French kiss, with our tongues.
"Tilly," I said presently, "I think we'd better get our clothes on and go home ... to my place, I mean, else my Mom will wonder where we are . ."
"I suppose so, Pippa, but I wish we could stay here all day," she sighted.
"Oh, that's alright, we shall be able to play about with each other . . . my Mom leaves me alone."
"You mean . . . she'll let us be sexy?" Tilly asked in surprise, "I thought grownups...?"
"Not my Mom, unless my dad's at home, she might ..." I hesitated, "but it will depend . . ." I stopped again to tantalize her.
"On what . . .?" Tilly asked, "you mean she . . .?"
"If she likes you and thinks she can trust you. Shall we?"
"Oh yes, I hope she likes me and, of course, I'd never tell. I know it must be naughty, what we've been doing, because it's so nice ... I never dreamed that my cunt was anything . . ."
"Are you glad I showed you?" I asked as we began to get into our undies, and she nodded emphatically:
"Yes, I am, Pippa, I think it's wonderful, and I can't thank you enough. I ... I'd do anything for you, to show you how grateful I am . . . Pippa, would you like to take that bottle with you, then we might . . .?"
"No, it might get broken, Tilly, then your mother would want to know . . . besides, I have something better, a friend of mine a man, made it specially for me ... he might make you one, I'll ask him . . . only he might want . . ."
"What?" she asked, "what you keep stopping for like that," she asked impatiently.
"Well, he likes schoolgirls, young ones, and if I told him about you, he'd want to meet you, and he'd be sure to want to fuck you. He's got an awfully big prick and he might hurt you."
"Oh, I see . . . what's a prick, Pippa?"
"Well, men haven't got a cunt like us, they have a long things that sticks out, with a pair of balls hanging underneath, it looks awfully funny, it's for fucking women with, but some men, like my friend, like fucking young girls."
"Oh! had he . . . fucked you, Pippa?" she asked breathlessly.
"No, he won't, he's a relation of mine, you see, Tilly and it's called incest for an uncle to fuck his neice. He's a real man though and he's let me see and play with his prick. I adore it and I've tried to make him fuck me with it, that's why I stretched my hole, so he wouldn't hurt me."
"Oh, I see, but, I'm not a relation ... Oh Pippa, do you think he would ... is it the same thing those men do to girls I read about in the 'News of the World'?"
"Yes, and you told me it scared you, and you were afraid a man would turn and follow you and rape you."
"That's it, I remember now, it's called 'rape', or sexual assault, Oh Pippa ... I ... I think I'd let him, if he wanted to, I liked it when you fucked me with the bottle and my slit isn't small now and you stretched my maidenhead open."
"Yes, I know, Tilly, but his prick's a lot longer and thicker than the bottle, your hole isn't stretched half enough and he'd rip you and make you bleed."
"But, Pippa, you could . . . for me, if you would, then you could take me to see him and ask him to fuck me . . ." her eyes pleaded with me to say 'Yes', and, of course, it was what I had had in mind for her all the time. I'd told Uncle Phil about her and he'd said he didn't mind what her face looked like, because he only wanted to frig her cunt, and Mom was in it too, because she loved her brother so much that she was even willing to help get girls for him, and it was true what I'd said, he had got a liking for young girls, through me, and I'd told the truth about him refusing to fuck me too, only it wasn't because we were related, but because he said I was a bit too young yet and he's asked me to wait another couple of years, then he would.
"I'll see, Tilly," I said as we went down, our frocks were where he had left them, so we put them on, then our coats and hats, and Tilly locked the front door as we left and slipped the key into her coat pocket, then took my arm and we set out for my home.
"Hello, where have you two been?" mother asked when she let us in, "I've been waiting for you, want to go out to do a bit of shopping but I don't want to take Sue with me, if s a bit cold and windy outdoors," she smiled at Tilly, "Hello, Tilly, come in and make yourself at home, there's a nice fire in the living room."
She helped Tilly off with her coat and hung it up for her. I took mine off myself and mother came with us to see what Susan was up to. Susan was three now and we found her playing with her teddy-bear on the rug, trying to twist one of its legs off and getting into a temper because she couldn't.
"Pippa," she cried, tossing her teddy aside and running to meet me. "Who dis?" she said, looking at Tillly.
"Tilly, darling," I said, picking her up and giving her a big kiss. She clung to me, half strangling me, and sucked my mouth wetly, while mother went out into the hall to get her outdoor clothes on, "say hello to Tilly," I said, turning round.
"Hello . . . Tilly," my little sister chuckled, "kiss Susie," she demanded.
Tilly held out her arms so I passed Sue over, Sue got her strangle hold and Tilly stood swaying, looking dazed as Sue sucked her lips lusciously.
"See she doesn't get in any mischief, Pippa, won't be long," Mom said from the door, then we heard the front door slam.
I pulled my sister away and set her on her feet. She stood looking up at me cunningly, then said slyly, "Mummy gone out . . .?"
"Yes Susie, she's gone shopping . . . "watch her," I grinned at Tilly, as with a little chuckle, Susie ran to me and, clinging to my leg with one arm, lifted my skirt up, then pulled the front of my panties down, then bent and began licking my cunt.
"Oh Gosh!" Tilly gasped, "who taught her to do that?"
"Me, of course," then to Susie, "Now lick Tilly's cunt."
"Cunt!" Sue chuckled, turning away from me, Tilly made a move to stop her, then let he* arms fall to her sides and Sue dragged her panties down and eagerly licked her cunt.
"But," Tilly stammered, "but Pippa, she's only a baby . . ."
"I'm not a baby," Sue cried, "don't you call me a baby . . . naughty Tilly . . . I'm a girl . . . look, I've got a cunt too."
She pulled up her little skirt and she hadn't any drawers on, because she wouldn't wear them. Tilly, looking ashamed, looked down and blushed, because Sue, to make the most of what she had, was pulling her cunt up to make a long slit.
"Oh, so you are, Susie," she said, to mollify her, "I did not know, you have a lovely big one, haven't you?"
"Yeth" Susie lisped, "let me show you," she took Tillie's hand and dragged her towards an armchair, then Susie sat herself down in the chair, lifted her legs and hooked them over the arms, then spread her cunt apart and looked proudly up into Tillie's embarrassed face; "Kiss it," Susie invited kindly. "Lick it."
"Go on, Tllie," I urged, "she wants to be friends with you."
"She's sweet," Tillie smiled suddenly, getting down on her knees. She bent and kissed the pink furrow, then put her tongue out and licked it as if she was enjoyinig it, and, after a few licks, she was.
"Oh!" Susie gasped, "friends . . . she's nice, Pippa, Oh! she's sucking it . . . she's suckinig my little pussy . . .?"
I looked, Tillie had the little inside lips in her mouth and they were stretched, I went behind her and pulled the back of her panties down and put my hand under her and took hold of her soft inside lips, one between each of my forefingers and thumbs and 'milked' them like a pair of tits, and not gently either.
"Let's have a threesome," I suggested.
"I'd love to, how do we do it, Pippa?" Tillie asked, letting Susie's flesh go.
"Ooh! lovely," Susie chuckled, "I like freesome . . . wiv our clothes off . . . Pippa make me all naked."
She hadn't much on, only her little frock and slip, but her frock fastened up the back, else she'd pull it off, I stripped her, then myself, while Tillie, in some embarrassment, after watching me, did the same.
"Ooh Pippa! She's got little titties," Sue squealed in delight, and, before Tillie could lift her arms to defend herself Susie had hurled her self at her, and pulled one of her tits down and stuffed the nipple into her mouth. She was just high enough to reach, standing on her toes, then, seeing nothing else for it, Tillie bent and the little fingers relaxed, but left red marks on her tittie skin.
"Oh; isn't she sweet," Tillie smiled, holding Sue against her body tenderly and looking softly down at the little intent face, "her lips are so soft and wet . . . like a . . . " she didn't say it, afraid of offending Susie again, "she's lovely . . . Oh, Pippa ... I ... I'd like one ... of my own."
"Are you old enough yet, Tillie? My uncle will ... he has ..." I said.
"Is he married?"
"Oh no, but he's told me he was, with several women, young married women, he says it's easy."
"I'm longing to meet him, Pippa . . . Susie, suck my other one now," She winced as she wrested her sore, swollen nipple from Susie's leechlike wet lips and gave her the other to suck.
I bent down behind Sue and she opened her legs when she felt my hand slip under her. I gently inserted my finger into her small cunthole, my middle one, then pressed my forefinger on her tiny clitty and pushed my third finger up her bottomhole. She squirmed deliriously as I rubbed all three fingers and it diverted her attention away from Tillie's tits. As Sue's slack mouth let go, Tillie shot me a grateful look and I said to her;
"Lie down on the rug, Tillie," I waited till she had, "Now, Susie, sit over her face and let her suck your little bits," I said, pulling my fingers out.
Susie straddled Tillie's head and went down in a squat, Tillie put her lips to the pink cunt and sucked the little limp inside lips into her mouth. I straddled Tillie further down in a sort of half standing squat, then swung my head down between Tillie's thighs and sucked hers into my mouth, while Sue leaned a bit forward and got hold of mine, so that we were all sucking each other and being sucked.
Sue, in spite of her tender age, had become very good at it, and by that I mean she didn't know what fastidious meant and she sucked really hard, at times it felt as if they'd tear loose, but I wanted a good long pair, I also wanted to give Tillie long thick ones, so I sucked her's hard too.
After about ten minutes, or maybe a quarter of an hour, Sue got tired of it, let go and fell back on her bottom, chuckling, I jumped up in time to avoid her hands as she reached under me for the wet bits, then I turned and tickled her below the ribs to divert her while Tillie scrambled up.
"Tillie, I think we might catch uncle, when he goes home to dinner. If we can, he'll stay away from work for the afternoon."
"I'd love that," she said, glancing up at the clock, which said half past eleven, "think your Mom will be back in time, Pippa?"
"Oh yes, she had to get dad's dinner, he comes home too for it. It's not far, uncle lives in an apartment and looks after himself, they send his dinner up, though, on a little service elevator. I'll put the kettle on now and make us some sandwiches, mother won't mind, Play with Susie . . ."
Tillie sat in an armchair and took Susie on her lap, I stopped to look in the doorway and thought Tillie pretty brave she was letting Susie suck her tittie again, though I knew they must be very sore. I thought that Uncle Phil was going to have a lot of fun with Tillie, and one day Tillie was going to find herself very pregnant.
I knew all about babies now, because Mom had told me everything, so I wouldn't till I wanted to, ana I Knew what spunk iookeu like, ana tasteu like, and by then I knew Uncle Phil was my father, and Susie's too. I knew Susie was, because I'd seen him fuck her into mother that time I'd been hidden in the wardrobe.
It was just after twelve o'clock when Mom got back and by then we were all dressed again and eating and drinking the tea I'd made. Tillie was very impressed, but I often did it, she didn't, but she said she'd learn cooking now and she wanted to learn about babies too . . . for when . . .
"Mom, I want to take Tillie to uncle's flat, she wants to meet him, do you mind?"
"No, you take her," mother said quickly, "if you hurry you'll catch him, but see Tillie gets back home in time, before her parents get home, won't you? I'm sure we can trust her not to tell anything . . . ?"
She looked at Tillie, who shook her head and said;
"No, I won't tell -ever, I'm not that silly, they'd kick up an awful fuss and stop me being friends with you. I'd hate that -now."
"Good girl," mother kissed her and went with us into the hall and helped Tillie on with her coat and hat, "You're welcome here any time Tillie, but my husband mustn't know ..."
"I know, Pippa told me, just us ... "
Mother opened the door for us and watched us from the step, waving as we turned the corner.
"Such a lot had happened to me today," Tilly said, smiling happily.
"That's nothing to what my uncle Phil will want to do to you, there's hours and hours till you have to go home."
"I don't care what he does to me," she replied stoutly.
"He's a nice man," I told her sincerely, "but when he gets sexy . . . my goodness, he gets a bit cruel, so you'd better do what he tells you. Men get like that, Tillie, and I suppose he's no worse than other men with a girl, I don't think they can help it.
She held my arm tighter and I felt her shiver.
We reached the block of apartments where he lived and went, I took her up the three flights of concrete stairs, his apartment was number fifty-one and luckily we didn't meet anyone. I rang the bell, but he wasn't there, we were a bit too early, so we walked to the balcony, Tillie held my hand, then I saw him turn into the entrance and a few moments later he appeared.
"Hello, young Pippa," he smiled, "why aren't you at school?"
"It's election day, we have a day off, Uncle, I've brought my friend, Tillie, to meet you . . . Tilly, this is my Uncle Phil."
Tillie shyly held out her hand and he shook it, looking at her carefully, then smiled and unlocked his door.
"Come in," he invited, "had your dinner?"
"We had tea and sandwiches, we hadn't time to wait till Mom cooked the dinner, because we wanted to catch you."
"I see," he eyed Tillie thoughfully, "I've only an hour for dinner . . . ?" he looked askance at me.
"Could you have the afternoon off, uncle?" I asked.
"I might, wouldn't be the first time, but why should I?"
"Tillie wants to be fucked," I said simply.
"That's different, it's worth an afternoon off. O.K., get your things off and, Pippa, go and switch on the heater to start the place warming up, want me to order anything for you two . . . how about a dessert and soft drinks?
"That would be nice," I said, so he went to the phone to put his order.
"Isn't he handsome?" Tillie whispered, "Oh, I feel terribly lucky, Pippa, I was a bit scared, but I like him, where do we hang our clothes?"
I showed her and she nervously fiddled with her hair in front of the mirror in the hall stand.
"I wish I'd known, Pippa, that we were coming here, I'd have changed into my best clothes."
"What for, for heaven's sake, you look alright to me, besides," I grinned, "we'll be undressed soon . . . let's take our frocks off?"
"He mightn't . . . I'm shy ..." she was flushed, she licked her dry lips and watched me pull my frock off, then, though she did nothing to stop me, she murmured protests as I pulled hers off, I hung them on our coats, then took her arm and led her back into the living room.
"Glad to see you're making yourselves at home," Uncle Phil grinned as he came back from phoning, and Tillie gave me a rueful smile.
"You don't mind . . . ?" she asked him.
"Mind? Tillie dear, the less you wear the better I'll like it, I love looking at naked young girls, as a matter of fact, I don't like those slips at all, take them off."
Tillie blushed and fingered the neck of her vest and, once again I took the initiative. I took mine off, then she stood and let get hers off and uncle Phil stared at her red, swollen tits, which, though her breasts were small round, stuck out in conical peaks with her sore nipples tilted up.
He came up to her and looked at them more closely, then asked;
"Have you had your puberty yet, Tillie?" his voice was kind and gentle.
"I ... I don't know," she stammered, "what is it . . . ?"
"You'd know if it had happened, but you must be on the edge of it. How old are you?"
"I'm twelve," Tillie said.
"Hmmm, bit early, but, have you had any blood coming from between your legs . . . ?"
"Only a bit, today, when Pippa did things to me, Why do you ask?"
"Because when a girl's tits start to swell out it's a sign she's going through her puberty a sort of change in your life," he explained, "and it looks as if it's started to happen to you. Hmmm! you'll have to be careful young Tillie, or rather, I shall else there'll be an accident and that neat little belly of your's will start to look as if you've swallowed a big Christmas pudding."
"A ... a baby . . . ?" asked Tillie, her voice quivering.
"Yes, a baby," he nodded.
"I didn't think I was old enough, I thought I had to be sixteen," Tillie said naively.
"That's the Age of Consent, the legal age for a girl to start her sex life if she wants to, and actually it's a sensible Law, because it gives girls the chance to mature a bit, so they can stand having a baby. It's hard enough on grown "WOTtwrv, but a girl can get pregnant as soon as she Yvas her puberty at around thirteen, but some girls have it earlier and I think you're one of them, Tillie."
"How wonderful," she breathed, "I adore Pippa's little sister, she's so sweet and cuddly, and I said to Pippa that I'd like to have one ..."
"Might hurt you," he said, "it's no joke for a girl your age."
"I'm ugly," Tillie murmured, "boys won't look at me, so I ... I would."
"You're not ugly, kid, pretty girls often finish up plain, and plain girls blossom into beau ties, you have nice eyes and a cute little turned up nose, and your mouth is the sort they call generous. I'd say your lips will thicken and become lusciously full, especially if you get yourself kissed a lot, and already your body is showing signs of forming into a good curvy figure. A girl soon learns how to glamourise what she's got and make the best of it. You will, so don't rush in and spoil yourself."
"Uncle Phil!" I exclaimed, "what you telling her that for, I brought her for you, she's nice, but if you tell her things like that she might change her mind."
"You're a wicked little devil, young Pippa," he grinned, "I can see for myself that she's a nice girl, but she won't be for long in your company, so I'm telling her the truth about herself, so that, if she wants to, she can put her clothes on and save her cunny for some lucky chap. If she does that, she'll end up a decently married young woman and have a decent family life with children and security. I think she's too good to throw herself away on me."
"Oh, you're terribly kind," gasped Tillie adoringly, her eyes shining like twin stars, "I love you for saying those lovely things about me, and Oh! I want to more than ever now. If what you saw is true, it won't hurt me to be fucked now. I can wait till I'm older to have a baby, and I know you must know what to do so I won't get pregnant. Oh please, I want to be your girl-friend and give myself to you to fuck and play with. I want you to fuck me, please, Pippa has done it to me already, with a bottle, and it was fun, but she said you have a big prick to do it with, a big, long, thick one."
"I have, I seem to have wasted my breath," he grinned ruefully, "I'm not sorry either, I like you. Tillie and I'll gladly have you for my girl friend, for as long as you like. I've been looking for a young girl like you, who isn't vain about having a pretty face. You aren't pretty, not yet, but you will be, I can help you, because a man's sperm . . . that's the stuff a man gives a woman to make her have children ... is good for bringing out a girl's dormant beauty, but you won't find it very pleasant, I shall have to let it come in your mouth instead of inside your body, you'll find it nasty at first I'm afraid ..."
"Oh I'd do anything to grow up good looking," Tillie gasped. "It's very kind of you, Uncle Phil, if you will. You said it was nasty ... at first, does that mean I can get used to it and like it?"
"Well, girls do, so suppose you could, if you tried, but don't let me hear you say you're ugly again, else I shall spank you. Only unhappy girls are ugly girls, their eyes look sad, and their mouths turn down at the corners, a happy girl smiles."
Tillied smiled.
"That's better," he said approvingly, "your smile lights up your face and my spunk will give you a clear, creamy skin and make your body glow with health, it will enrich your blood and feed your breasts, but you'll have to come to see me pretty often, Tillie."
"Oh, I will, whenever you tell me to. I'll try to come every day if you like and you can do what you like with me and fuck me too!"
"Good, that's settled then, now then, both of you, take your panties off, your shoes and socks as well, and we'll have a bit of fun together."
To my surprise, Tillie made no fuss at all about taking her panties off and seemed eager to have him see her naked, but I well, I didn't feel a bit jealous, it was what I wanted, for him to have her, and he'd asked me to get him one of the girls from the school, and I must say he'd handled
Tillie awfully well by flattering her about her face. I knew what he'd said about his sperm wasn't true, he'd made it up because he wanted a girl who'd suck his prick . . . willingly and let him spunk into her mouth. I'd done it for him, only I wouldn't go that far, he had caught me a few times and I'd spit it out. It tasted awful and was all slimy like a sneeze, only stronger, but I was glad he'd convinced Tillie, and if she did become better looking, as might well be the case if he made her happy, then she'd think it was his hot semen and he'd gave a girl eager to pander to his whims.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mother had often remarked that her brother was a pervert and no decent girl would marry him if he tried his dirty tricks on her before she was silly enough to go to the altar with him, but he could turn a twelve year old girl into what he wanted her to be -a slut. I thought Tillie would make a nice, looking slut for him, she had the right sort of mouth for cock-sucking, and a long neck, just as he'd told me to pick out for him!
"Get me a girl with a big mouth and long throat," he'd said, "That's the sort that make the best cock-suckers," and Tillie certainly filled the bill alright. She'd be happy and so would my beloved uncle, and perhaps he'd stop making me suck it for him now so often. I didn't mind now and then, if it was clean, but he didn't like washing it specially, he liked to offer it when it was spunky and bitter after he'd had a piss and Tilly was welcome to it when it was like that.
He went out and left us, we heard a bell ping and I told Tilly it was the service hatch, and it meant the food had come up, but uncle Phil didn't bring it in straight away, so I got out the cloth and laid the table, and I could guess what he was doing. I wondered what Tilly would think when she saw him, if I was right.
I collected three cushions for the chairs, which had leather seats. Tilly stood watching me and fingering her loose cunt, as if anticipating what was going to happen to her. She looked nice and curvy and her bottom had lovely oval cheeks and it was firm, it rose to a nice slender waist and I felt no qualms about her, though I did wonder how uncle Phil would show his appreciation to me for getting her for him.
Then he came in, carrying the tray, and I turned to look at Tilly. Her eyes opened wide and she stared at him, he was naked, like us and even to me, who had seen it hundreds of times, his prick looked rather frightening, and Tilly was seeing her very first prick. She gulped, went red and licked her slack lips, she lifted one leg to the toes and pressed her thigh against the other as if to defend her poor cunt from such a cruel weapon, and I think it was then that the full realization hit her, the red faded from her face and she turned pale.
As if I found nothing out of the ordinary about him, I went to unload the tray and set out the things. Uncle sat down, then we did. Tilly looked down at her plate, had a drink and began to toy with her sweet, while I ate mine and found it delicious.
"Eat up, Tilly," uncle told her, "you'll feel better with a full stomach. I know you feel scared, but you needn't, I'll be gentle with you, and, if Pippa's been playing with you, you should be half ready, but, of course, I won't try to keep you against your will, not now, or at any time, but if you stay and give yourself into my hands. I'll see you enjoy yourself, I promise, and remember this, if you don't get fucked now, today, you will before you're much older. It has to happen to all presentable girls and only the downright ugly ones die virgins."
Tilly nodded, tried to speak and couldn't, so she bent her head and made a determined effort to eat.
"I . . . I'll stay," she murmured presently, "I want to, but, Oh, it looked so terribly big . . . Pippa did it to me, with a bottle, a long thin one ... it ... it was fun, I liked it when she rubbedit up me, so I know what it is you want to do to me. It's a big one, isn't it? I mean, bigger than other men's . . . ?"
"I won't lie to you, Tilly, it is, mine is about half as long again as most men's and a lot thicker too. It will hurt you at first, but your part will stretch and let it in, and once it's in it's a lot easier, your passage is only small at the entrance inside you it's like a cave and the passage goes right up into your stomach and some men never can reach the top of a woman's love passage."
"I like that . . . 'love-passage'," she smiled, "I don't know how far in me it went, but can you really get all that to go inside.
"With your help, I can. If you like, I'll let you do it, then you can stop if it hurts and pull it out, but later, you'll be glad."
"Oh! will I? Why?"
"I mean that you got yourself fucked while you were young and tender. The longer a girl waits, the less elastic her cunt is. If you waited till after you were twenty if would really hurt you, but now, you'll stretch easily."
"Oh, I see," she smiled, "it didn't hurt me much when Tilly stretched me, when she pushed the bottle in. Please, before you . . . we, do anything, could I have a look at your prick, and feel it?"
"Certainly you can, as much as you like, I love having a girl play with my cock, and balls, when you've finished your dessert and drank your pop, you can come and kneel by me and use your eyes and hands as much as you like. After I've returned the tray, we'll go into my bedroom and you can make a thorough examination of me, and I'll answer any questions you like to ask about it, and Pippa can show you a few tricks, she's no stranger to my prick, are you Pappa?"
"I've known it since I was six, and loved it. I wish you'd fuck me, uncle. I'm wide open and all ready and I can't have a baby yet, so you could let your spunk come in me, and you can't with Tilly, can you?"
"No, I suspect she's on the edge of her puberty, and is probably carrying a baby egg in her womb, so you're right, I can't let any spunk get into her cunt, but she's going to have it in her mouth where it will do her some more good."
"I can't wait, uncle," I said.
"You'll have to, darling, now I have Till, I shall need all my hot sperm for her, and I hope she'll be able to come every day, to be fucked and have her dose. Once a week wouldn't do her much good, you see, she'll have to keep having it fed into her system and digest it along with her food, then the effects will be more noticeable. It's a curious fact, but a girl's breasts develop rapidly and become big and firm on a diet of creamy, fresh sperm. It is a well known breast food, and I happen to know that a well-known girl who became famous on T.V. had the treatment when she was fourteen from her own father, and look what it did for her? a forty-three inch bust at eighteen, which earned, and still earns her hundred's of pounds a week. She's no actress, she only has to appear in a low cut dress and preen and show off her tits."
"I'd love to have big ones, like a sexy actress'es," Tilly said, "I'd do anything ..." she murmured, looking down at her steepled, conical tits and swollen nipples.
"You shall, Tilly, plenty of spunk will feed them," he said "plenty of sucking too, and fresh cream for the skin to make it supple."
"But, where shall I get the money to buy cream with?" Tilly asked.
"You won't have to buy it, I can order that along with my food, some came with the dessert, it's there in the jug if you two haven't used it all."
"No, there's some left," I said reaching for the jug and looking. I handed it to Tilly who looked at it in confusion.
"Now?" she asked, "you haven't put any on your dessert," she pointed out.
"Oh, there's too much there for me and you won't use much, go on, dip your tits in the jug, you needn't be shy in front of us, there's worse things you'll have to do, and the sooner you learn to do what I tell you without curling up like a snail with salt on its tail and blushing, the better." he told her.
"Let me do it for you, Tilly," I suggested, "it's easy."
She gave me the jug and turned towards me.
"Lean towards me," I said, and when she did I pressed the jug over her tittie and shook it. Lowering the jug, I held it underneath to catch the drips, half of her tittie was covered with thick cream. I spread it with my fingers and rubbed it into the skin, then did the other one and smeared the cream right down to where her titties swelled out from her chest.
"Pippa, get one of those plastic bags from the drawer, a pair of scissors and some tape and we'll make her a little brassiere, else the cream will dry too quickly."
I found the things and gave them to him. He cut the bag up from the bottom to the far corner, twice to make two pointed cones, then snipped a bit out and cut a short length of the tape which he threaded through both holes and tied, then he cut out a bit from each long end and tied a piece of tape to each hole, then he poured a little cream into each of the cones and rubbed it inside the cups. He put it on Tillie and tied it round her chest, tying the tapes behind her back.
"It feels lovely, it's soothing, they were a bit sore," Tilly said, looking down proudly at her very first brassiere, "I just know it will do what you say it will."
"It won't last long, but long enough, and I have plenty of bags, so you can make a fresh one each day, later you'll have to use two bags, then big, then bigger ones."
"I've finished now," Tillie said, draining off the last of her drink. "Can I . . . please?"
"Yes, crawl under the table and I'll open my ^egs for you," he said. She got up and moved her chair back, then crawled under the table like he'd said. It was mean of him I thought, because I couldn't see what she was doing, but, from the expression on his face, he liked it. He went on with his meal eating more slowly to give her lots of time, and once he leaned back and look'thing to his prick, from Tillie's faint gasp, I guessed he'd skinned it for her and showed her how to frig it.
At last he finished, he left some of the cream in the jug, then told me to fetch an egg-cup off the sideboard and pour the cream in. When I'd done that he loaded the tray and pushed his chair back, picked the tray up and took it away. Tillie crawled out, her race rosy and smiling.
As I helped her to her feet, I asked;
"What you thing, Tilly?"
"I ... I don't know, I've never seen anything 'ike it before."
"Oh, you have, dogs have something like it."
"Oh yes, I've noticed that, but, his is different, it made me feel awfully queer ... Oh! don't, Pippa, its wet and sensitive," she protested as I put my hand under her cunt and felt her, her furrow was all spunky and she gave a violent shiver when I brushed my fingers over her clitty, she pushed my hand away.
Uncle appeared in the doorway and Tillie eagerly turned.
"O.K., girlies," he grinned, "come into my bedroom, said the spider to the fly, and Pippa, bring the cream."
I picked up the egg-cup and followed Tillie, uncle waited till we were in his bedroom, then shut and latched the door, then stood looking intently at Tillie and fingering his long stiff prick, then he walked up to her, took her arm and led her over to the bed.
"What do I do with this?" I asked him.
"Hold it a bit," he said, "It's to oil the parts and make it easier for my new mistress," he turned back to Tillie, "Lie on the bed, sweatheart."
Tillie licked her lips and crawled on the bed, turned and lay down in the middle, she lay tense watching him and kept darting a look down at the thing sticking out of his middle.
I looked at it too and I could see he was properly worked up about her, the normally dark skin ... his foreskin as it's called, had a purply tinge because the veins were all swollen and it looked as if he had cords tied around it, his balls clung underneath, drawn up tight and wrinkled like walnuts, the end of his prick was lumpy and his prick so filled the skin that it couldn't meet at the end and showed a purply-red blub with the slit gaping open, and from the slit hung a blob of spunky stuff that swung when he moved. I could understand Tillie's apprehension, and I thought her terribly brave for not wanting to run off and escape . . . she knew she could if she wanted to, uncle had said he wouldn't try to stop her, nor would he, he wouldn't dare on account of her age, but she was lying on his bed, and though she was plainly scared, she was going through with it and was going to try to get his over-sized prick up into her belly.
I wished I'd used something thicker to stretch her fuck-hole so that she would be better prepared for the fearful stretching of her partly opened maidenhead. She was still a half-virgin.
He turned to me and took the egg-cup, then knelt on the bed beside her and urged her gently to open out her legs as wide as she could, and I had to admire her courage, for she obeyed at once. I moved round to the foot of the bed and leaned over to watch.
Bending over her, he opened out her glistening pink furrow then spread apart her small cuntopening, the hand holding the egg-cup came over, he tipped it and the thick cream began to run between his fingers and disappear down into the red hole, then he let some run into her cunt. He saved some for his prick.
"Close your legs," he told her, "Draw your feet up a bit and let the cream soak in.
She nodded and tried to smile, but her soft lips quivered and I knew it was a big thing to her, not just the size of his prick, but what it meant to her and what it was going to do to her. She looked terribly young and my heart ached a bit for her, because I'd done this to her and she was my friend and I wished it was me who was going to be fucked.
He opened the egg-cup over his prick and stroked the skin down, then smoothed the cream all over his prick, pulling the skin up and down a few times to work the cream into the ridge behind his swollen knob, and if anything, the cream made it look more gruesome, but I still wished I was in her place, because I adorned him.
"O.K., you can get up now, I'm going to change places with you, Tillie. I'm going to lie down and I want you to squat over me, not kneel, squat, then you put the knob and to your pussypassage and sit on it and push yourself down. I'll leave that to you. If you like you can have Pippa hold you, or have her Where you can hold onto her, if you think it will help?"
"No," she whispered, "I will, by myself. I want to," she moved aside and turned over on her hands and knees and watched him stretch himself out, her eyes followed the stiff swaying of his shining prick, then she lifted her leg over him and drew her knees up, crouching over him in a squat and I could see her cunt hanging down, the inside lips like a pair of long ear-lobes and smothered in cream and spunk. My heart began to beat faster, it fascinated me. She placed one hand on his belly to steady herself, then took hold of his prick with her free hand and pulled it back, she lifted her behind a bit to get the naked knob to her cunt, her hand was shaking as she guided it to her hole, her asscheeks twitched as she pressed it down and I saw her flesh soft of sucked in, his prick like a bar between his body and hers. I waited in breathless suspense and saw her asshole push out as she strained down, then she let out an explosive gasp, just short of a scream, my heart seemed to leap up to my throat, I sank down on to my knees and stared up under her, his knob had disappeared, her hole was sucked in and her asshole was cringed up tight into a little pinky pucker. She moaned and her knees were shivering, even as I watched in awe, she began to sink down and his shaft became shorter and shorter, but I could see no signs of blood. She was crouched over him like a hunched jockey, her back bent, showing the outline of her spine, then his tight balls were pressed against her ass. She had his prick right inside her!
She moaned again, long and drawn out, and her head dropped, he reached up and gently stroked back her tumbled hair and lifted her head, tilted it back;
"I've done it," she whispered, her voice all quivery, but full of pride inside her and reaching up into her belly, as it must be. His knob must be up under her navel. She had reason to feel proud. "What . . . what do I do now?" she gasped.
"Rub your pussy up and down on it," he said softly, "I think you're a very brave girl, Tillie but the worst is over now, go on, frig it in and out and loosen it up, you'll find it will glide easily ... Ah! that's it . . . Oh, you're gloriously tight . . . push down . . . right down . . ."
Tillie gave a soft grunt as she dropped her asscheeks right down, then slowly lifted again, so that half his thick shaft appeared, she poised a moment, then her tight ass dropped and another grunt came from her, but apparently it .wasn't hurting her, next time her bottom swept up and down without faltering and instinctively heard it thud softly home, gradually she fucked herself more confidently and almost gracefully, with a smooth rhythm I envied, the rim of her hole was pulled out and spumed with a, froth of cream and sperm and it made a wet sucking sound, presently she gave a breathless little, laugh of exaltation and the dip and lift of her bottom quickened, she lifted higher and swept down fast, tucking her ass in at the end of the thrust, then giving a little wriggle to screw her cunt against his hairs.
"Oh! Oh! it's . . . lovely," she cried, for my benefit, I think.
"You're doing fine," he told her, and began heaving up to meet her, "but get ready to pull off when I tell you, then take it into your mouth and suck it."
"Yes," She said, and fucked herself even more enthusiastically.
I got up and moved to the side of the bed, Tilly turned her head to grin at me triumphant-, ly, I grinned and winked back, then looked at his face and at that moment he cried out;
"Now!"
Tilly gave a gasp and lifted her asscheeks in the air and his greasy, terribly stiff prick plopped out of her cunt like a cork being pulled from a bottle and swayed angrily, or so it seemed. In a frenzy of haste Tilly thrust her legs back, kneelinig on all fours, she bent her head, mouth open and chased his prick as it swung, then managed to catch it and pushed her mouth down, taking about half of it in. she immediately started to suck it and was unable to conceal the grimace as the spunky stuff flooded her mouth, and, if it tasted as bad as it looked, it's a wonder she wasn't sick.
He gave a funny moan and the muscles of his belly went rigid and budged, he put his hands to her head to stop her pulling her mouth off and she choked and retched. I knew he was shooting his sperm out and stared intently at
Tillie, feeling queasy and faintly sick myself as I saw her throat working as she gulped and swallowed his thick, slimy sperm, only a little escaped from the corners of her mouth and it began to run down her chin.
CHAPTER FIVE
At last he sighed and relaxed and let his hands drop from her head. I expected Tillie to immediately let it go, but she didn't after swallowing down what she had in her mouth, she sucked it some more as it gradually wilted, became soft and flaccid and shrank, which was something that had always intrigued me. She followed it down till it was no more than a wrinkled, fat stub, mostly loose, empty skin, because uncle's prick always pulled itself nearly right in.
She let it go and sat up, looking down at it thoughfully as she stroked her fingers up her chin each side and sucked the spunk off and swallowed it, tasting it as it went down. Perhaps the cream had made it more than usually palatable but her face showed no distaste and she sucked her mouth, passing her tongue round her teeth to collect any that lurked there.
"I love him," she murmured in an aside to me, her eyes gazing fondly at his peaceful pace, "he gave me a lovely lot of his sperm, Pippa," she smiled radiantly, "and it felt wonderful when I rubbed it inside me. I made it go up as far as my waist and each time, I felt a bit sick in my belly. Just look at it now, isn't it funny how it's drawn itself back in, all that?"
"I think it has to, Tilly, if it stuck out all the time, it might get hurt. Am I right, uncle dear?"
"Yes," he murmured, "you did me a good turn, young Pippa, when you brought your friend, Tillie, she's just what I needed, make me a nice little mistress, she will. Of course, there's a lot of thinigs she's got to learn yet, but I think she wants to learn, don't you, Tillie?"
"Oh yes, I do," She said thickly, she coughed to clear the clinging sperm from her throat, brought up some spunk and swallowed it," I want to learn everything . . . Phil. Phil, what does 'mistress' mean?" she asked him.
"It means a man's girl-friend, a sex-partner with no thought of marriage between them, any girl ... or woman for that matter who engages herself in free-love with a man or a boy, so you become my mistrees and form an attachment to, me of your own free will."
"I see how lovely . . . Me! your mistress. OOh, I feel terribly lucky and I can't thank Pippa enough for bringing me to meet you. I love you already, I do, and I will do anything for you."
"If you keep that promise, Tillie," he said warmly, "you and I will be frigging each other for a long, long time, perhaps all my life, even if I get married and you too, as I'm certain you will one day if I can find the right chap for you. I'm going to bind you to me."
"Like a slave?" she asked, laughing.
"Yes, a sex-slave, and believe me, it can be more binding than any marriage, especially when a man meets a very young girl like you and teaches you his ways. You see, your mind is very young, immature and impressionable, so what I do to you now will become fixed in your mind, and I make your cunt know my cock and your body gets used to mine and adapts itself to the feel of my flesh. You take my sperm into your body and it is absorbed into your system and into your blood. My sperm is made from my blood, so your body becomes part of mine and you know yourself to be my female. Eventually, when the time is ripe and the urge comes to you to breed, you know there is only one man who has the right to father your children, it will be ma"
"But what if I get married?" she asked.
"You will still come to me for my hot semen and accept your pregnancies from no one else, but naturally, you will make your husband believe the children are his, your babies will come from these balls of mine . . . understand?"
"Yes, Oh yes, I will too, I'll come to you to have my babies fucked into me. Only you . . . you, Phil. I promise ... Oh Phil, you don't know what this means to me," she cried.
"How do you mean?" he asked.
"I'll . . . sort of . . . belong to you, won't I?" she queried.
"Well . . . yes, at least your body will, perhaps your mind and soul too, if you find happiness with me"
"Yes, I meant that, and I want to, I want to feel I belong to you."
"Your mother and father might contest that," he grinned. "Don't you belong to them?"
"I'm their daughter, but they're only bringing me up, they have to because I'm their daughter, but if I get married, they'll have to let me go, and if I can't ... if I don't get a man for myself, they'd have to go on keeping me and wouldn't like it, would they?"
"I'd say not, but after you leave school you'll have to find a job and work for your living, you'd pay your mother board."
"That's true," she admitted, "but, just liv ing with them would be . . . nothing, eating and sleeping, going to work, the same every day, but now . . ." her face glowed, "I have you to come to, haven't I . . . Oh, it's as if I've really started to live, Phil, so I feel I want to belong to you, feel I can call myself your girl and come to you . . . every day, like you said, /for you to fuck me and give me your spunk to drink. Can I, Phil?" she pleaded.
"Yes, you can, Tillie, alright, from now on you belong to me, you're my girl, my mistress, my piece of ass, but you must belong to me completely and swear to me you won't go with any other boys, or men."
"As if I would, even if they'd want me, nobody has till now, only you. I'll belong to you completely, or I will if you'll tell me what it means."
"It means you must devote yourself to me and give me your whole body, from the hair on your head to your toe-nails, to do as I like with. I want your mind too, you're an intelligent girl and may even be a clever girl, so I want your mind."
"Well, yes, but how . . .?" She looked puzzled.
"I want it to put ideas in," he grinned, "your mind controls your body and tell its what to do, you see, so I teach you things and your mind has to remember them. When Pippa brought you here, your mind was practically clean, I know she messed about with you a bit, so your mind was a little bit soiled with what Pippa had done to you, but still, you were almost an innocent girl, weren't you?"
"Yes," she agreed, getting his drift now.
"Well, all this, being naked, fucking and sucking and talking about it . . . what do you think it's doing to the innocent little girl you were before it happened?" he asked.
"Making my mind dirty," she laughed.
"That's it, it is, and you're becoming less innocent all the time, aren't you, because innocence is ignorance of sin and shame. You know what they say about a virgin who has lost her maidenhead . . .?"
"No what?" she asked
"Her virgin purity has become fouled with contact with a man, and your body isn't clean and virgin any more, Tillie, because you've taken my hot sperm inside you, so your sweet girlish twat has become fouled."
"That's silly," she cried. "I didn't think of it like that, it wasn't . . . nice, it tasted strong, but I didn't mind that, so how can I be foul just because I swallowed some?" she demanded, and her reply pleased him.
"That's just what they say, darling, but the fact remains, you're not innocent any longer, and the more often you come here the less innocent you'll become, because with me a girl is a female, made for one purpose ... to be used to get pleasure of out, to provide me with soft female flesh."
"That's what I want to be," she assured him, "I will be too, Phil, I want all of me to belong to you, and I want to learn everything you want to teach me." She said this so sincerely that he looked serious.
"I'm catching you young, Tillie, I'm a bad man with a dirty mind. Pippa's mother calls me a pervert, and she's right, I am, I shall corrupt you and make you a dirty-minded girl."
"I hope you do," she smiled, "Oh please, I want to be a dirty-minded girl, for you."
"That's settled then," he said with an air of finality. "I've tried to show you, but your mind seems set, and I'm glad. You're just the girl I've been looking for for ages, and I hope your parents never find out, else I'll be in serious trouble and most probably end up in jail for seducing a minor."
"They won't find out from me, Phil, only Pippa knows and she won't tell anyone. I'll be careful coming here and leaving."
"You do that, and when you're old enough, who knows, it would suit me to have you live with me, somewhere, perhaps I'll get a place of my own, a cottage . . . We'll see when the time comes, in the meantime, I want you to come to see me every day if you can, even if it's only for half an hour. I'll get a car and we might drive into the country during fine week-end days if you can get off. I'm a sexy man and I need a lot of cunt to keep me satisfied."
"Lively," she laughed, "I hope my cunt will do that. It's funny, I used to wish I'd been born a boy, but I'm glad I'm a girl now, I like having a cunt, because it belongs to you now and I have to be with it. I can't leave it behind for you to play with, I have to bring it with the rest of me for it to be fucked, so you fuck me."
"Oh, there's more to a girl than her cunt, Tillie, your cunt is your normal in let, but you have others . . ."
"What are they ... my mouth . . ." But you said 'others' so you must mean more than one other."
"There's another one, your asshole, men use that too, and I shall use yours, you have another virginity there, between those pretty asscheeks you sit upon, and it will have to be broken in and stretched, and it will be painful."
"I ... I won't mind a bit," she said stoutly.
"I won't fool around with it now, but soon I will, when we know each other a bit better. It may take a whole afternoon even a whole day, and for days, perhaps weeks, afterwards you'll be embarrassed and sore, because it isn't intended for that purpose, it's intended to be forced open from inside, not from the outside and the ring of muscle that keeps it closed up will have to be stretched, and when you do that it loses its stretch and becomes loose, but women have to submit if their men demand it, and most of them do. I shall."
"I will too, I want you to do everything to me. What about my pee-hole . . .?"
"Perhaps that too," he nodded, "I know a girl who did and you couldn't tell the difference and I wouldn't have known it was her pee-hole if she hadn't told me and showed it to me, she'd done it herself, so she wouldn't get pregnant, but it took her a long time and she pee'd like a mare," he grinned. "I'll keep a look-out for her and, if I can get hold her, I'll get her here to meet you, so you can see for yourself."
"I'd like that, Phil," she smiled.
"A girl can be fucked between her breasts, too, and under her arms, in fact, a girl with ingenuity can be fucked practically all over."
"I'll do anything, Phil," she assured him.
"Then see if you can get me a hardon," he said.
"Hardon?" she queried.
"He meant, make his prick stiff again," I said.
"Oh! How do I do that?" she asked eagerly, "I thought we had to wait till it did itself, like before."
"Might take it some time," he said, "so it's the girl's job to hurry it up and get it ready for herself."
"How?" she asked again.
"You play with it, stroke it, rub the skin, or kiss it and suck it, play with his balls," I told her. She looked bA him for confirmation and he nodded.
"Pippa could show you, but I'd rather you tried yourself," he smiled, and Tillie nodded and bent to her task. We watched her, she didn't blush and looked quite serious, "the cockhead is the most sensitive part," he added, lacing his fingers behind his head and gazing at the ceiling dreamily, "push the skin back and pull it out, sucking is the quickest way."
I could see he was thinking of something else, to take his mind off what she was doing to him, so that it would be more difficult for her to rouse him, because, when he wanted to, he could make it come erect ever so fast, but he wanted her to work over him with her mouth, as she was already doing so willingly.
"You have a good mouth, Tillie," he murmured, "suck harder."
She sucked harder, her lips closed down behind his knob and the crumpled folds of skin partly hiding her lips, while her fingers busily caressed his balls under her chin, his face reflected his pleasure.
I looked at Tillie and she was looking at his face too, her cheeks were drawn tight and rhythmically hollowing in as she sucked his knob his prick had grown out a bit, about a couple of inches, in spite of all he could do to hold it back. I saw her eyes pucker at the corners as she tried to smile and could tell she was enjoying doing it. When I looked down again, his prick had pushed out another inch or so and was slowly thickening. Tillie looked down her nose at it, then pushed her mouth right down.
When I'd done it for him it had stretched my lips thin because I have a small mouth, but Tillie's thick lips were pushed out and crimped to grip around his prick, and I supposed that was what he a meant when he said she had a good mouth, her's was wider than mine and the way she was taking to it looked as if she was a natural born prick-sucker, which I wasn't.
She was putting all she had into it, moving her head up and down as if her mouth was a cunt, and though his prick was nearly out to its full length now, she kept pushing her mouth right down. I looked at her long, slim neck and next time her head went down, I saw her neck swell, she was making it slide down her throat.
Uncle lifted his head to stare down at her, then groaned softly.
'"You'll fetch me off . . ." he said.
"Please, let me," Tillie croaked, pulling her mouth off to say it.
"It's time I did a bit of work," he said, sitting up, "it's time Pppa took a hard to, so while I'm fucking your mouth, Pippa can lick your cunt for you and you can suck her's afterwards.
"Yes, I will," Tillie cried, "how do we do it, Phil?"
"Like this," he said, picking up his two pillows from the head of his bed, he placed them, one on top of the other, in the middle of the bed. "Now you, Tillie, turn round, facing the foot end and kneel." Guided by uncle, she maneuvered into the position he wanted. "Open your knees out, now bend over backwards, right back," he helped her, moving the pillows a bit as he eased her back down till her neck and shoulders came to rest on the pillows, "Now you Pippa, knell between her legs and get busy on her cunt. I want you to make her have a come, but not too quickly." I nodded and he himself knelt, above Tillie's head, but her head, or her face, was too low, so he lifted her and folded both the pillows double, then lowered her again, he pressed gently under her chin and made her tilt her head back, so that her mouth and throat were in line, but she was still too low, so he told us to stay as we were, then got off the bed and went to the living room. He came back with three cushions from the settee, lifted her up again and made a firm pile which not only placed her face at the right height, but was more comfortable for her, she settled back and tipped her head back and parted her lips, then the tape that fastened the two plastic cups together across her chest tore through one of the holes and the cups fell off and exposed her sharp peaked tits.
"Just the thing," he laughed, "a pair of handles for me to hold on to," and his hands closed round the firm cones.
"Alright?" he asked.
"Oh . . . yes," she nodded.
He pushed his prick back into her mouth and again I saw her throat swell into a ridge, he squeezed her tits, pulling them towards him as he pushed in, then, as he drew half out, he saw me looking.
"Pippa, get licking," he said, so I put my face down, pulled her cunt apart with my thumbs and prodded at the little lump where her clitty was. I found that I could look up and watch. I couldn't see her face, only her long neck and chin and the dark mass of her hair hanging down over the cushion over which her neck was stretched. Behind her he swayed to and fro and the front of the neck kept swelling as his prick slid down it. I felt her twitch and paid more attention to what I was doing, suddenly I wanted to make her come and feel nice, as I realized she was saving me having to do what she was doing for him.
He was pulling his hands up her tits, letting the cones slip through his hands, greased with the cream her skin was slippery, but it must have felt good to her because she pushed her chest up and I wished I had my tits.
I didn't need to hold her cunt open now, so I groped down and found her bare feet and began gently to tickle her soles, she tried to wriggle her feet free, but with her legs bent back she couldn't, she couldn't protest either, not with her mouth full of prick, she could only twitch and make funny gurgly noises that came and went, shut off each time he fucked down into her throat and she had enough to do the other end to keep breathing, she was panting already in her fight for air and I wondered whether she would faint away before he could finish . . .
She didn't, but it was a near thing.
I kept my eyes on him, so I wouldn't miss the moment, he was fucking faster and I knew it was near, so I let her clitty go, to give her a chance to deal with the spunk.
I saw him come over queer and sort of cringe, he pulled his prick half way out and used his hand to frig it up, I could hear the faint sound as his sperm spurted into her mouth, then he pulled out and lifted up her head, her face was working but she seemed alright now, a bit gaspy, but she was swallowinig, so I went back to her clitty and sucked it, he held her up and watched her intently, then he caught her arms as she moved them towards me and held them so she couldn't interfere.
I redoubled my efforts and she twisted and twithed and suddenly sucked her belly in and struggled to free her arms, she cried out and her clitty became a little stiff cock. I licked very gently, flicking it with the tip of my tongue, she had come and it was as my own body was feeling the fierce spasms of ecstacy, if I stopped, the ecstasy would begin to die down, but so long as I licked at her clitty-cock it would go on.
If Phil had loosed her, she would have pushed me away, because the sensations are like a sensitive person having their sides tickled. People who aren't ticklish couldn't begin to understand what Tillie was feeling, her cunt was on fire and sending out spunk, and it was the stinky stuff that finally made me stop.
She gave a long-drawn-out sob of relief, but kept shivering and twitching a few minutes longer, then became still and uncle released her and told me to shift the pile of pillows and cushions while he held her, then, when I'd replaced the pillows at the head of the bed, he lifted her and straightened out her legs, then lay her down. She stretched herself out gratefully, sighed luxuriously and closed her eyes.
We crept out and closed the bedroom door.
I went to the kitchen and he followed me there. He sat on the edge of the table and lit a cigarette and I knew he wanted to talk to me about Tillie.
"You like her, don't you?" I asked, to start him off:
"Like isn't the word, she's made to measure for me and I can't thank you enough for getting her for me. What would you like as a present?"
"I don't want anything, uncle dear, I love you, you know that, besides, she was unhappy because the boys left her alone and she wanted a boy friend, now she has you, she'll be happy to have you to love. She's nice, isn't she?"
"Yes, that's what's worrying me, she's too nice for a man like me, way older than she is . . . three times her age nearly, and she won't be a nice girl for long."
