With the publication of "Balling Around", the young author who was a member of the English landed gentry and is writing under an assumed name, was reviled on all sides as "one of England's most immoral traitors to his class". This daring expose of perverse sex practices indulged in by the upper classes and nobility all over Europe shocked the critics, the censor's ban both in England and France attempted to stop the sale of the book, but it nevertheless had a wide and notorious underground circulation.
Some of the sexual aberrations described in the unusual characters encountered in the story can perhaps be clarified by these statements by the psychoanalyst, Dr. M. Piticoff:
"Lady Helen informed me that she often had sexual relations with two women during the same periods of time. Her so-called twosomes' with women never lasted more than a month or so. She informed me that for some reason she never trusted blondes and could never have an orgasm with one. She would go to the cinema with two girls and go into the restroom with one and bring her to a climax by orally manipulating her vagina. Then returning to her seat, she would manually masturbate the other girl until she too had a climax. Upon returning home, she would submit to oral, anal and vaginal stimulation by both girls simultaneously and this would induce her orgasm.
"She was also going out with Lord M., a prominent member of the government married to someone else. She stated that she had intercourse with him the second night they met and that it was a normal copulation. Afterwards she submitted to anal insertion of Lord M.'s penis. She asserted that this proved his homosexual tendencies and that anal intercourse was unpleasant for her. Of course, this was just an excuse since she preferred the love of her own sex.
"It is interesting to note that subsequently in her psychoanalysis Lady M. admitted that she would let her female lovers insert dildoes into her anus if they wished...."
These actual excerpts from the case-histories of a famous European analyst, Dr. M. Piticoff, prove that real life facts of sexual perversions are even more startling than fiction. In any event "Balling Around" is bound to broaden the reader's knowledge of current sex phenomena among Europe's upper classes considerably.
Continental Classics presents this dramatic story in its complete and unexpurgated form. This book is recommended only for the graduate student or the mature adult reader because of the nature of its theme.
Allan Saunders, MA.
July, 1969 New York City
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
There had been a time when the name of Bruce Kimley had really meant something in the gay world of show business, but that was going back a few years. Almost fifty-five now, but still good looking, Bruce Kimley not only retained some of his distinguished appearance but also had a fair amount of the fortune he made when his band toured not only England but the world.
He was driving his fast sports roadster up a winding road that led to the beautifully located country house he had bought many years ago. Beside him was his very attractive young wife, Eileen. Always a man with a big hard-on for the women, now that his virility was on the wane he depended on female company which his apparent wealth could buy. To the young women of the age he was now interested in, his name meant little. He was famous before they were born; they were interested only in the present, and what he could supply now ... it may have been the awakening that he was no longer considered such a good hump-companion for any of the good-time girls, which made him woo and wed this lovely twenty-three year old girl. He had been impressed with her from the moment a mutual friend had introduced them at a cocktail party. Very shapely with the most delicate curve of belly he had ever seen, Bruce had set his sights on her. That had been a couple of years ago. Now as he took sly glances down at her long legs and the lovely luscious globes of her tits as she sat close beside him in the car, he wondered what she thought about her two years of married life with a man almost twice her age.
They had not visited this country place of his for six months or more. He knew she did not like it much out here in the wilds. It was too quiet for her and there were not enough friends nearby. But there had been a special reason for this visit. Only a few days ago he had been given cause to suspect she was not being as faithful as he would have wished. The young man he thought she was fucking with on the side was a husky good looking fellow, more in her own age group and a positive threat to a marriage of the type that Bruce Kimley and his young wife enjoyed. Now Kimley had brought her well away from the town and they would stay up here for a while.
The car was soon parked at the back of the house and their cases were carried in by the resident housekeeper, Mrs. Laker and her husband Frank. Alone at last with his young wife in the expensively furnished living-room Bruce seated himself in a high-backed wicker chair. Eileen poured two tall drinks and handed one to her husband. She knew he enjoyed a drink after a long drive. He smiled at her through half-closed eyes:
"Thank you my dear," he said, "thank you. I can see you like pleasing me. You know I have brought you up here just to please me, don't you, my dear? Now be a good wife darling ... take off your clothes for me, my pet."
"But Bruce...." she started to object, "we have only just arrived...."
"I know, I know ... but undress for me, dear," he urged her, his voice quite harsh and commanding.
She placed her drink down on the small glass topped table. She looked at him, the grinning elderly whoremaster, for a brief moment. She hated him ... why, oh why had she been fool enough to be taken in by all his glib talk ... by his wealth, by his apparent fame of yesterday? She slowly unzipped the side of her dress and undid the buttons at the neckline. Slowly she slid the very smart sheer frock down over her right shoulder. She knew how he loved to be teased by her slowly in front of him. He was gazing at her big tit brassiered so beautifully in the perfectly fitting bra-cup. From the way he gloated one would think she was undressing for him for the very first time.
Now she carefully slid the dress from her other shoulder, letting it fall to her waist. Naked above the waist save for that beautifully shaped and moulded bra, she saw him beckon her to step closer to where he sat. His eyes were on her legs. He was waiting to have them slowly revealed to his avid gaze. She gripped the hem of her frock and slowly raised it. The lovely roundness of her thighs above her knees came into his field of vision.
She was close enough for him to reach out and get his hands to her panties, dragging them down, he swivelled her to stand sideways towards him. Now he could see the sheer white globes of her asscheeks, the skin so smooth, so soft and pliable. She kept her dress drawn up in a bundle at her waist and leaned forward as he reached up to unclip her bra. He settled back further in his chair. She knew the routine now ... slowly she writhed the upper part of her body until the unclipped and loosened brassiere fell away from her voluptuous knockers. She wormed and squirmed her belly so that he could see at close range her cute deep navel writhing and contorting. She hoped upon hope that neither Mrs. Laker or her husband would have reason to come into the living-room. She suspected that if they did they would knock on the door first of course, but it would amuse Bruce to let them come in and find her like this-performing for him.
She watched him get up from the chair. The massive bulge of his prick at the front of his trousers gave proof of the charm her body held for him. He undressed while she watched, now and again stopping to have a sip of his drink. So far she had not been given the chance to even have a sip of her own drink. He waved his arm towards her ... she let the dress and the slip fall to the floor. Stepping out of them she pushed her panties right down and also discarded them. Now as naked as he was, they went across to the large divan that occupied a complete corner of the living-room. Eileen then spread herself down on it, thrilling despite her hatred for this elderly husband of hers when he started to fondle her long nylon-sheathed legs.
She opened her legs for him and kept her gaze on the ceiling above her and did not want to watch him as he climbed all over her naked body. She may not have seen him, but she certainly felt him ... those spidery like fingertips of his, feeling all over her thighs, then slowly moving both hands inwards with a tantalizing lack of urgency towards her warm moist cunt. Just when she was almost driven to degrade herself by begging him to stop playing with her and give her the stiff cock she wanted, she felt his fingers parting her pulsating cuntlips, open and more open he was tugging her vagina. She moaned ... his lips and tongue were there sucking at her cunt ... her small white hands clenched and unclenched in the passion which was being awakened inside her body. She panted and lifted her belly, the moans that filled the room were more like pained ones than those of pleasure ... but pleasure they were, wild sweet but agonizing pleasure.
She closed her eyes. She could not help wondering every time he cuntlapped her, how many young women he had done it to when he had been a young dashing hero of the showbiz world. He'd probably fucked and sucked hundreds of attractive young women in his heyday. But such thoughts did not detract from the sheer pleasure of his obscene lickings of her cuntlips. His hands, hot feverish hands, massaged up and down her nyloned legs while he sucked her twat. His hands moved up to caress her hips and her sides and at last his spidery fingers reached and massaged her erect nipples on those large creamy tits. As he tweaked those pert nipples to flint hardness his tongue was even more avid and ardent at her cunt and clitoris. She moaned and writhed, her brain reeled, she felt her excitement rising to a fever pitch. She suddenly cried out.
The elderly couple listening at the door heard the breathless cry of the young wife.
"The old devil is going down on her already," Mrs. Laker gasped quietly to her excited husband, "just listen to the horny young bitch!"
The horny young bitch was indeed crying out in passion.
"I bet he's made her come," muttered old Frank Laker as they heared Eileen cry out, very loud and shrill. They were right ... Eileen was having her "come" in her husband's mouth ... a short sharp stinging sensation of paradise heralded the quick release of her cunt-juice. Her hands went to the back of her husband's bobbing head as she gave his sucking mouth her sweet pussy-nectar. He moved over on to his back next to her. She was panting and breathless, but he had his hands on the nape of her neck.
She knew what she had to do, what he always expected her to do. She leaned over his stomach, her wet lips sliding easily down his rampant, big-headed prick. While she went down on him he got his hand between her thighs and brutally, like he always did, he masturbated her clitoris so that he brought her "come" for a second time.
This second finger-fucking "come" was never as good as the first one in his mouth, but it always thrilled her to the core, just the same.
Bruce Kimley and his young wife had arrived at his country house....
* * *
During the time that the Kimley's were in town the housekeeper had the run of the house and never before had their employer been in residence when her son had phoned to ask if he could come down and stay. Give, the Laker's only son, was a well-built quite good-looking young man of twenty-eight. Bruce had given his consent, of course, when Mrs. Laker, who had been with him so many years, asked if her son could stay there for a while. He might not have given his consent so easily had he known that Give was such a good-looking, virile young man. It was as well he was not present when Mrs. Laker introduced her son to Mrs. Kimley, for immediately the young man was smitten by Eileen's beauty, just as she was impressed by his youth and well-built, muscled body.
It was on his second day that Give happened to be coming back from the village at mid-morning that he met Eileen who was out for a before-lunch stroll. They seemed to get on well at once and in the shade and cover of the tall trees and undergrowth of the countryside between the village and the house it was only nature taking its course when the ardent young man drew her to his arms and got his mouth to hers. Eileen put up a token attempt at warding him off, but made sure she kept her lips to his. He was worming his lips against hers, but to her surprise he was not using his tongue at all. Well-versed in the art of all sorts of kissing, Bruce Kimley was a man of such sensual experience he had taught his young wife a lot of things in their two years of marriage. Eileen was anxious to use her tongue in this young man's mouth.
He gave a little startled gasp as her tongue-tip slid slyly in between her lips and lifted and touched the tip of his wider tongue. She was surprised he did not respond very well, always when she used her tongue kiss on Bruce he became so excited and thoroughly enjoyed her action. She moved her slim wet tongue more actively in the young man's mouth. She had it deeply in his mouth and she thought she must surely get to his throat. Suddenly he came to life, his encircling arms held her tighter and he held her close to his strong body as his lips and teeth closed over her imprisoned tongue.
Eileen moaned in her throat. She felt his hand drop down to her asscheeks. She knew that through the thin fabric of her dress he must be able to feel the slippery material of her nylon panties. His hand, so broad and strong, moved round to her belly. The excited Clive Laker wanted to get her to the ground, to get her frock up, her panties drawn aside, his stiff throbbing prick ramming up into her cunt ... and yet he knew he dare not ... this was Mrs. Kimley, the wife of the man who now employed his mother and father, the man whose house he was staying at with his permission. To fuck his lovely wife might lead to the dismissal of his parents from their job and home where they had been for many years. He had to control his pulsing prick.
He drew his mouth off hers. She was breathing very heavily, her eyes ablaze and her cheeks flushed. She was clearly disappointed, but no matter, he had to be sensible. She saw his expression.
"You stopped because I'm a married woman, didn't you?" she asked quietly, looking up into his handsome rugged face.
Clive Laker nodded. He felt her take his hand and place it back on her thigh, only the thin fabric of her dress between his palm and her flesh.
She smiled at him: "We both know I'm married, but let's not think about it for a minute, shall we?" she coaxed him. Slowly she felt his hand ruffling her dress upwards. Then he stopped again.
"My parents both work for your husband," he muttered, "they depend for their home and their livelihood on him. He would be very angry if he knew their son was...." he did not finish the sentence. His hand moved again to her soft belly.
She could see the reason for his fear.
"Perhaps you are right," she said softly, expecting that now she agreed with him, the petting would stop. His hand, however, moved up to cup over her right breast. Gently he felt her soft tit through her clothing. She felt the nipple edge into erectness. She knew that he had felt the nipple harden as well under his fingertips. Such a sensation thrilled her, but to the less experienced young man it absolutely inflamed him.
They were in a very secluded spot and were safe from prying eyes, but even so it surprised her when he suddenly used force to get her to the grass and was lying close beside her before she knew what had happened.
His hands were feeling her shapely thighs and asscheeks.
"Oh Clive...." she started to gasp. He was drawing up her dress. As soon as his eyes caught sight of her cute, frilly blue panties, she knew from his expression he was no longer concerned about his parents and their job with her husband. His hands were tugging at the brief panties until she knew they would be torn if she did not raise her ass and allow them to slide down over her hips, buttocks and thighs. Her eyes were bright with hot passion as she watched him. How quickly a well-behaved, apparently inexperienced young man can change when given the opportunity with the cunt of such a lovely woman as Mrs. Eileen Kimley!
Clive was like a beast as he knelt over her, his hot mouth kissing her belly and navel. She knew that if she opened her thighs more and lifted her belly he would glide his mouth down to her cunt. That was what her elderly husband always did, but she didn't want this handsome virile young man to give her cuntlapping job....
She gripped his head of hair and pulled him upwards:
"I don't want that done to me," she gasped, hoping he would believe her. He moved his face up to her face and got his mouth to hers. His strong tongue dipped at once full into her waiting open mouth. His right hand wandered down between their bellies to get his agile fingers to that moist pulsating cunt-hole amid the crisp bush-hairs. He was thrilled at the extreme warmth he felt there. He slid his index finger well into her slippery twat-opening. In his limited experience of girls he knew that if they are as hot and wet as she was, then she must want and need a good stiff prick very badly. After all, Mr. Kimley was so much older than she was, it wasn't right that a man of his age should have the exclusive use of such a wonderful body.
Clive felt suddenly a man of power. This young very attractive married piece of ass wanted him ... He knelt between her open knees. He looked down at her. A smile of triumph was on his handsome face. He saw the gleam of her wedding ring in the sun as she raised both her white hands to the front of his trousers. His zipper was quickly drawn down.
"You are a wonderfully strong boy," she moaned as her fingers fastened round his quivering, huge stiff prick. He fell forward on his elbows, his hands getting to her right tit and massaging it in a way that bordered on the brutal. He moved his fingers to her other breast and repeated the tit feeling-up process. Eileen moaned in sweet approval of such tactics and was rubbing her hands up and down his huge bloated shaft of cock all the time.
At last, like a madman, he pushed her hands aside, dropping on to her belly as he did so.
"You're going to let me ... let me ... let me...." his words trailed off. Still the worldly position of this woman worried him. She was a married woman ... her husband a very important man as far as his parents were concerned ... Clive was hesitating again....
"Darling," she crooned softly to him, "darling ... I want you to ... fuck me ... come on Clive dear ... fuck me ... FUCK ME!"
Her words had the magical effect she had hoped. But he was like a mad bull with his tremendous hard-on. Not like the methodical humping of her elderly husband. She felt the hot smooth dome of his prick head banging against her flesh, everywhere except in the right channel to force an entry up into her wet, waiting cunt ... then simply as a matter of luck and the law of averages, his thick prick slid home right up her twat.
"Aahaaaa ... darling ... that's wonderful ... wonderful...." Eileen moaned as his powerful hips moved to begin the most thrilling hump of her life. Unlike her husband who worked up to full fucking force slowly, this young stud was frigging away in top gear at once. His strong cock was ramming to and fro to send wave after wave of sheer heaven through her belly and cunt. Again, more through luck than anything else the young man brought her to a climax just as he reached his own peak. It was a thrilling spine-shaking experience for both of them.
When they had recovered, the young man seemed shamefaced although it had been the most wonderful experience of his life. They agreed that she would go back to the house first. No point in both arriving back together, no need to arouse even the slightest suspicion in her husband, who was a very jealous man indeed when it came to his young and lovely wife.
CHAPTER TWO
Eileen Kimley felt very much happier now. With that strong young prick-pusher, Clive Laker at her beck and call she would not mind staying in the country for as long as Bruce wanted. With the strong fucking of the young man to fall back on, she would even enjoy the sometimes strange cuntlapping attentions of her husband. Yes, she was happy and more contented than she had been for a long time as she sat in the comfortable living-room reading one afternoon.
Bruce had driven into town with Give, they were both football fans and there was a good game on in the country town nearby. She smiled to herself. There was something excitingly bizarre about having her husband going out with Give. If only he knew the husky young man beside him as he drove into town had enjoyed the sweet cunt of his loving wife!
She took no notice of the loud banging on the front door. It was when the banging was repeated again and then again that she remembered this was the afternoon when the Lakers also went into town. It was their day off from the household chores. With a sigh Eileen got up and went to the front door. She was surprised to see two dusky men, both in their mid-thirties by the look of them. By their dirty clothing and unshaven appearance they were either tramps or gypsies.
They told her they were looking for work and was her husband at home. She did not miss the gleam in their eyes when she tactlessly told them that she was alone and they would have to come back later to see her husband. She quickly saw she had been stupid to disclose that she was alone. Already the stronger built of the two had half pushed himself into the hallway.
"Perhaps we can wait for your husband instead of having to come back," he said, and his friend tried the pushing past tactics also.
"No ... no...." she began to protest, "you cannot wait, he may be a long time ... you must call again. Come back ... come back tomorrow."
"He may be a long time, eh?" one of them chuckled, "in that case you might get lonely, eh?" He grinned and then winked at her, causing her to blush furiously and wish she had not bothered to answer the door at all. One of them caught her arm, the other moved behind her to close the door.
"Shame for such a pretty girl like you to be left so lonesome," the one gripping her arm muttered, "now you ain't lonesome at all, are yer? You 'ave two new boy friends, 'aven't yer? A minute ago yer was all lonesome like, and now, well now you is in hick. Ever done any frigging with two boy friends at once, honey?"
The two men grinned and the hand on her arm tightened. They were pleased to see that although this young woman looked shocked at their words she did not get panicky or hysterical, like some women would have done under the same circumstances.
He slid his arm round her waist, "How about it honey, eh?" he muttered, "no one will know, we'll be gone afore your hubby gets home ... we can give yer a fuckin' good time ... 'ow about it then ... what do yer say, eh?"
"No ... no ... of course not...." she mumbled, trying to wrench her arm free, "you must go, you must go at once ... at once!"
Her voice did not carry a lot of conviction and the way she was trembling against the body of the man who held her gave her away. Her mind was protesting, but her body really was accepting their hump suggestions.
"Me and my friend know how to treat a pretty lady like you," the man said as he got his mouth to her lips, driving his tongue immediately into her warm moist cavity. She squirmed. She might have been telling herself she was struggling, but it was a writhing, tantalizing struggle without resolve to get away from the man's embracing arms. Her tongue trembled as his rough-surfaced tongue slid along it and sucked and licked at it. All her imitation struggles stopped ... she stood trembling, allowing her mouth to be fully explored by that thick wet tongue. She felt his other hand move down to her asscheeks and caress her there. He had never known such springy fleshy responsiveness, for she trembled as the harsh fingers moved under the swell of her ass to fondle the tops of her thighs. Through the thin material of her skirt and slip she felt the heat of his hand.
Despite her feeling of shame and horror she allowed her tongue to respond to the agile, twisting tongue in her mouth. She ground her belly hard into his stomach. She felt against her loins the unmistakable bulge of his erected prick. He pulled his mouth off hers and pushed her down on to that large divan which provided the bed for so much erotic cuntlapping between her and her elderly husband. The tramp yanked open his pants, and pulling out his pecker stood in front of her. His companion came and stood beside him after exposing his big cock in the same way.
Eileen gazed up at the two huge cock shafts and then both men were down on the divan with her. Two pairs of hands roamed and felt her ... her breasts, her thighs, her belly, everywhere were hands, hot searching groping hands and fingers. Her skirt was being pulled up to her waist, her nylon underslip was also being yanked upwards with the skirt. One man tugged at the garments at her front, the other at her back. Now two pairs of very hot and dirty hands were feeling up her nylon stockings, now up to the broad stocking tops, now on to the sheer white naked flesh above them. Never had she felt quite so highly excited as four hands touched her thighs and fondled with eager fingers along her narrow garters.
Eileen closed her eyes. She was content and happy to let the two men do as they wished with her and to her. Hot eager fingers climbed higher up her thighs, up to the thin elastic of her panties. She moaned as she felt the tight panties being drawn outwards away from her belly. Now the almost breaking elastic was being drawn at her back, hot hands were delving down inside the panties ... at the front and at the back. She could not hold back the deep sighing moan as the fingers reached her moist cuntlips between her shaking thighs. She began to whimper as sheer cunt-pleasure coursed through her veins.
"We're going to strip you naked, lady," she heard one of the men mutter, "see how you likes being undressed by two men for a change."
Before they put their words into action they took her hands and made her clasp each of their rampant cocks. Slowly, but certainly willingly, Eileen jerked a hard throbbing prick in each hand while she was undressed. She felt the hot hands fumbling with her garter clips before getting them all undone. A pair of hands was concentrating on each leg. Her sheer stockings were brushed down her shapely legs. It was so wonderfully arousing to have two men undressing her like this. Her hands moved faster on the throbbing dongs they held.
The men had to grab her wrist and tell her in no uncertain tone to slow it down a bit. She felt first one leg then the other being raised as her shoes and stockings were taken from her. One man then concentrated on her blouse and bra while his companion attended to the skirt and the nylon underslip. She raised her ass to make it easier for her skirt and slip to be taken from her. Now one of the men pulled her upwards so that his friend could get to the fastening of the bra at her smooth, naked back.
When the bra was slid from her shoulders each man was rewarded with a big, lovely tit, pink-tipped with a firm red nipple to play with and amuse himself with. But the two horny tramps did not allocate one tit each, no ... it was more exciting and certainly more inflaming to the young woman's sensual awakening if each man had a hand on each breast. Each tit was still felt up with two hands but with the hands of a different man. Kneading, pulling, twisting and rubbing, the agile fingers soon had the nipples as erect as wooden pegs. Eileen was literally moaning with desire to have a man frig the whole day with her tensed up body.
"You wants us ter take off yer panties ... don't yer?" one of them muttered to her, grinning into her flushed face. She nodded, lifting her ass up so that it would invite a speedy action in the removal of her last remaining item of clothing, apart from her garter belt which was already being tugged away from her waist.
One of the tramps hooked his finger into the top of the elastic waist of the pretty panties and slowly tugged downwards. His companion, not to be left out of so exciting a task, also hooked a finger into the waist and helped in the lowering of the intimate garment. Down to her thighs, her knees, her calves and now off completely and the young wife was completely naked. She closed her legs and lay panting.
"Now, me little hot piece of pussy," one of the men mumbled to her, 'I'm going to kiss those lovely titties of yourn, and me buddy is going to kiss yer somewhere else ... ain't yer, Fred?"
She heard the two men chuckle to themselves. One of them, it must have been Fred, was parting her knees as he dropped to the floor close to the divan edge. She let out a moan, the intensity of which she had never before uttered, as a mouth closed full over her nipple and another lapping, open mouth closed over her hot, pulsating cunt. She felt Fred lifting her legs so that they hung over his shoulders.
"OOOOAAAA RGGGAAAHHHAAAA ... that's heaven ... heaven...." she moaned as she twisted and writhed under the double assault, "never stop ... never stop ... doing it to me ... its ... wonderful!" she was almost screaming now, "OOOOOOOGGhhhaaa ... AAAAHOOOHHHH WONDERFUL! KEEP ON ... KEEP ON!!"
But the two horny tramps did not intend to keep on, they had other ideas-better ideas.
"Get on the floor-you frigging bitch," one of them said to her.
She was shocked at the tone of voice, shocked at the disgraceful words, shocked ... but too sexually aroused to worry. She was over off the divan on to the thick pile carpet, on her hands and knees as two pairs of hands helped her get to the position they wanted her.
One of them quickly mounted her in dog-fashion, getting her cunt rammed with hot throbbing cock while the other man on his hands and knees shuffled close to her face. His hand stroked her head as if she was some beast:
"Come on-cocksucking bitch!" he muttered, "give me a nice wet kiss, eh?"
Eileen was too far gone in her horny excitement to have any shame left. She bent her head under his flanks to get her mouth gobbled over his huge erection while his pal began to fuck at her as he clung to her back like a sex-crazed dog with a hot bitch.
Her senses were reeling, never had she known or even imagined the erotic satisfaction of having two men frigging around with her. One man fucking her cunt-the other with his prick in her mouth! Two entirely different tempos and rhythms were thrilling her, a prick fucking, a prick being sucked ... She was being brought to the gates of paradise by the experienced movements of the tramp on her back as he twisted, pumped, slid and thrust his great hot rod to and fro in her moist gripping cunt-hole.
Her hanging, swaying knockers were being milked by eager hands tugging and pulling on them. She could not think now, she could not even bother to try and understand what was happening. A long writhing pleasure-giving cock was alive in her twat, another one was in her mouth working so that surely both would soon meet midway down in her body. She shuddered as an orgasm the like of which she had never known swept through her body ... wickedly and wantonly she moved and twisted faster ... a hot flow of wetness pervaded her pussy as the man in her cunt came to his climax. Almost at the same time hands gripped her face and held her tightly as hot, flushing blobs of sticky scum gushed down her throat.
Five minutes later, two well-satisfied tramps stared down at the beauty they had frigged. While her husband, and her lover were applauding at the football match, Eileen had been given a sample of what it is like to be a piece of hump for two stalwart cocks at the same time.
CHAPTER THREE
Driving home from the football match with the good-looking Clive Laker beside him Bruce Kimley was dreaming up a wild idea in his mind. He well knew that his declining powers of fucking might soon begin to have an unhappy effect on his young hot-blooded wife. He knew that this young man beside him was attracted to Eileen. Any man in his right mind would have been, and from the few occasions he had seen Eileen looking at Clive he knew that she liked the rugged healthy features and the strong body of this young athletic prick-pusher.
They were half-way home when Bruce turned the conversation to Eileen. The way the young man blushed when she was mentioned either meant he had already been farther with her than was right, or else he was so attracted by her charms that the mere mention of her made him react like that. Bruce Kimley was not sure which reason accounted for all the blushing but no matter, what he had in mind would make it unimportant whether Eileen and Clive had already frigged one another yet.
"I can see you think my young wife is very attractive," he said to the flustered Clive. In reply, a few mumbled adjectives about her beauty and figure came from the young man. The next words of Rruce suddenly made him sit up and begin to take a lot of notice of the trend of the conversation:
"I'm getting on a bit for her, you know Clive," Bruce Kimley was explaining, "I think a young woman like Eileen needs the attention of a young man now and again. A nice healthy young prick-pusher-like you for instance."
Clive bit his lower lip. Was this sly old devil playing with him? Did he know that his young wife had already been unfaithful to him since he brought her down to his country house. Bruce continued....
"How does it appeal to you if I arranged for you to have a fuck with her?"
"Have a ... fuck?" Clive stuttered, "what do you mean Mr. Kimley?"
The older man laughed. They were almost back at the house now, "You know what is meant when you have a fuck, don't you? You know ... have a piece of that lovely crack they have between their legs, eh Clive?"
"You mean ... Mrs. Kimley ... and me?" Clive was looking in disbelief at the older smiling man. The car had drawn up in front of the house now.
"That's just what I mean Clive. Leave it to me ... I will show you just how easy it is going to be for you. I am going to take my wife into the living-room ... you stay within earshot and I will call you when I want you to come in."
A few minutes later Bruce was with his young wife in the room. She had bathed and changed her clothes since the two tramps had left, and she hoped and prayed that no evidence of her fucking by the two men remained to cause her husband any suspicion. She was glad when he almost immediately started to pet her. The day away from her watching football in the open air had made the old man real horny, she thought to herself, as he ran his tongue avidly around her nipple after baring her lovely tits.
Bruce might have some strange ways, but he sure knew how to excite a woman's breasts. Eileen had to give that much credit to the old prick-pusher. She was on that divan where she had laid with the two raping tramps not so long ago. But this time she was writhing under the expert and legal sucking of her husband's mouth on her breasts. The wonderful orgasm she had experienced with the tramps might have been enough to satisfy most women for a day or so, but now as she felt her passion rising again as her nipples were suckled into hot, heavy knobs of sensitivity she knew she wanted cock again.
She felt down to the bulge at the front of her husband's trousers. She knew that Mr. and Mrs. Laker were still out, but she wondered where Clive had gone when he arrived back with her husband. She would not like him to burst in on them and find her in the act of being fucking, even if it was with her own husband.
She could not hear Clive moving about. He had probably gone up to the room he was occupying while he stayed there. She drew out her husband's erect prick and toyed with it in her cool, tapering fingers. Bruce was very pleased she was proving easy to stimulate. There was a very special reason why he wanted his young wife as hot as she could possibly get. The way she was caressing his stiffening penis told him how much she needed cock, little did he know to what extent already prick had played in her afternoon's entertainment!
Eileen was tugging at his firm prick, it was not as large as the tramps' nor not nearly as large as Clive's but she needed cock badly again and her husband would do his best as he always did to satisfy her, she knew that.
"Darling," she muttered, "take off my panties dear, and do it to my cunt. I want you so badly dearest."
"Do you feel you really need a prick badly dear?" he asked her softly as he tugged at the elastic of her panties' waistband with his fingers.
She was startled for a moment. He didn't usually use such words to her at this stage of their lovemaking. His hand slid down inside the waist of her panties. His fingers frigged into the moist fleshy lips of her hot cunt.
"Yes darling," he muttered, very softly, "it feels as if you need a prick very badly...."
Eileen moaned as he gently and expertly rubbed her cuntlips. Any moment she expected him to ease himself over on top of her, either tugging her panties down or to one side and sinking his bone-hard dick into her twat. That was what she wanted, badly ... very badly, she wanted and needed his prick in her pussy.
"Please darling," she moaned, "Bruce darling ... please ... give it to me ... give me this please," she squeezed his prick in her hand and tried to pull him over on top of her. She did not think for a minute he would resist or refuse her.
He lifted his hand out of her panties, letting the taut elastic slap back against her belly. Then, while she watched him, he put both his hands on her waist, gripping the pantie top and peeled the tight fitting garment down her luscious ass. As the panties fluttered to the floor he knelt between her open thighs.
She closed her eyes, she was going to be very naughty, she was going to try and imagine she was being laid by one of the tramps or Clive, but her husband's podgy hands that were fondling her smooth sensitive cunt, brought her back to reality and just when she knew she could not stand much more teasing, he dropped forward on top of her.
She still had hold of his penis and she guided it easily into her moist and waiting cunt-hole and became impaled on her husband's dick with a gasping moan of pleasure. Bruce Kimley lay still for a moment or so, enjoying the sweet wet warmth of his wife's cunt as it gripped and pulsated on his cock. He smiled to himself, trying to imagine her shock when in a short while he called Clive Laker into the room to take his place and put his prick between her thighs. Bruce was glad he hadn't touched her for a couple of nights. The lack of prick was making her want it more. His instinct about women was totally wrong in this case, it was the amount of cock she had been getting which was responsible for making her cunt want more and more dick. The saying that the more one has, the more one wants, is very true when applied to cunt and prick.
"Please dearest...." she moaned as she tried to begin the thrusting movement that would glide his cock back and forth in her hot twat. He did not respond at once. But after a while he could control himself no longer and with a steady deep hinge and a long pull back after each entry he started to really fuck his young horny wife. He saw she had her eyes shut, her mouth opened and closed spasmodically and twisted into grimaces of pleasureable lust. He speeded on his cock movements, delving deeper and harder. He saw her eyes open and flicker.
One thing that an experienced man of the world like Bruce Kimley knew was when a woman is about to have her climax and he knew that his lovely wife Eileen was about to have hers ... now ... at this moment ... she was sobbing and moaning ... her cunt throbbed and trembled....
"CLIVE! CLIVE!"
She went stiff as she heard her hsuband calling the name of the young man. She saw the door of the living-room open and in came a flushed, but eager-eyed Clive. He came right across to the divan and looked down into her passionate face!
She could not believe it.
Surely her husband could not have meant to call him in to find them like this? But his next words made it clear there was a pre-arranged plan. To her dismay her husband was slowly withdrawing his stiff dick from her cunt.
"Take your clothes off, Clive my boy," she heard him saying.
Bruce used both hands to frig and touch his wife's hot, wet cunt while they watched the young man quickly stripping. When he was naked, he stood over the panting young woman. Bruce retreated to a chair near the divan and watched the naked young giant climb on Eileen. He lit a cigar and smoked slowly as he enjoyed the sight of those hefty naked buttocks rising and falling between his wife's open cunt.
The moment Give's fine stud prick had entered her hot sexy twat she had gotten over her shock and the embarrassment a little. She still did not know whether Bruce already knew about her unfaithfulness with this young man and had, in some strange way arranged this to humiliate her. All she was capable of feeling was the desire to satisfy the deep lust which her husband created in her and then left unsatisfied. She didn't care what was going to happen later ... all she wanted was immediate cunt-satisfaction and she knew from all too lovely experience how marvelous Clive was with his youthful prick.
Bruce saw his wife's lovely legs scrissor across the hefty naked asscheeks of the young man. Her arms already embraced hotly round his neck and from the wild contortions of her ass as his cock thrust into her cunt, her husband knew she was enjoying this new prick just as her elderly husband had guessed she would.
The stout legs of the divan creaked. They never made that sound of protest when Bruce made love to her, this young brute was giving her a wild strong fuck, and the sound and the sight of it thrilled Bruce Kimley almost as much as it did his cock-hungry young wife.
Now their lips were sealed together in an open french kiss, their tongue intertwining and pushing against each other and round each other's mouths. His hands came round and clasped her buttocks avidly, the fingers sinking deep into the soft asscheeks. Now and then Bruce caught a glimpse of the livid penis as it pumped in and out of the eager cunt of his wife. They had achieved a steady rhythm now, quick and sure and he knew from familiar symptoms that she was going to "come" soon.
"Fuck me ... fuck me harder...." he heard her mutter in Clive's ear, just as she had muttered in his own ears many times, and the sound of it sent a thrill down to his sagging prick. But he did not start to masturbate. The whole idea of letting this young man fuck his wife was to give his tired cock a rest for a while. He knew he was getting old and ought to conserve his ball-juice a bit more. Not that he had any intention of giving up fucking her ... but from now on he would not have to screw so frequently and consequently when he did fuck he would have more energy.
When the first mutual peak of ecstasy was reached Bruce left the young pair alone on the divan. He went up to the bedroom to have a rest before taking a bath. He knew that Eileen would probably coax the young prick-pusher to fuck her again and so he decided to leave them hump all they wanted....
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a week later that Eileen had a letter from her young sister. She showed it to Bruce.
"The poor kid doesn't know what to do, dear," she explained to her husband, "Mom has gone into the hospital for a few weeks and with Pa away, Wendy is alone at home. She's only sixteen ... do you think we could invite her up here for a week or so?"
"By all means, my dear," Bruce replied. It was as well his wife did not see how he licked his lips or his eyes gleamed at the prospect of having her pretty kid sister up to stay at their country house, or Eileen might have made other arrangements for her sister.
The sixteen year old Wendy was delighted to get the invitation from her sister and a day later she was arriving at the country house to be met by Eileen and Bruce. That night a dance was being held at the village hall, and Bruce suggested it would make a nice welcoming gesture to take her and his wife along. He came out with it right away in the drive back to the house and also suggested that Clive should also be invited.
Naturally Wendy was delighted with the idea and she was also very happy to find herself welcome. She did not particularly notice anything peculiar in the fact that her sister seemed to be entirely in the company of Clive most of the evening and herself with her brother-in-law. She did not mind this in the least. She found Bruce an entertaining and most pleasant companion. She was not at all sure her mother and father would have been pleased to know the amount of strong heady drink she was taking, but she felt safe enough with her relatives. About ten-thirty she was having a dance with Bruce when she felt she had better not drink any more because her head was not exactly aching, but she felt light and dizzy ... although very, very carefree.
She saw that Eileen and Clive were dancing most of the numbers together, but as the evening drew on she saw less and less of them and they were not in view at all when she was taken to a quieter corner of the hall with the arm of Bruce Kimley round her slender waist. She was a little shocked but not too unpleasantly so when her sister's husband started to kiss her. She trembled when she felt him drawing her slim body hard against his, she opened her mouth to make some sort of protest but this only gave him the chance to squeeze his thick tongue into her mouth and give her more thrilling sensations. Suddenly she didn't care if this man was her sister's husband, she didn't care that he was old enough to be her grandfather, she didn't care ... She was getting all hot and horny ... she was pushing her belly against his stomach, which had been so ruthlessly pressing itself against her.
Bruce Kimley smiled to himself. It was proving so much easier than he expected. He would have to be careful though. The kid was only sixteen and she WAS his wife's sister. Not that he expected any trouble from Eileen, she was probably in the arms or accepting the stiff cock of that young virile Clive Laker, or certainly she would be fucking for that young man before the night was through. He was absolutely sure of that. Which made it easier for Bruce to frig young Wendy.
The drink he had been prying the kid with had the desired effect alright. She was a sexy little cunt now that she was deprived of inhibitions. When he whispered to her that he wanted to take her back to the house she knew it was not that he wanted to get rid of her, or that the evening's pleasures were over-she was not as simple as all that.
It did not take long to drive back to the house and soon he had her in the living-room, another strong drink poured and ready for her. She was no trouble at all to ease down on to the large divan, the scene of much fucking in that house. True, she whimpered a bit when she felt his hands slide under her pretty mini-skirt. She began to pant as he fondled her shapely young limbs and the word "no" began to form on her lips when she felt her sister's husband get his fingers to the crotchpiece of her panties. But he had his fly open and his hand grabbed her wrist and made her hold his cock in her small, trembling hand. After a few minutes intimate frigging around, he got to his feet and pulled her up beside him. She was shaking like a leaf, and he was not sure if it was due to the drink or her twat's excitement, or both. He swivelled her round and began to unzip her skirt. As he tried to pull it down, off her hips, she looked up into his lust-crazed face and he thought she was going to burst out into tears.
"What ... what ... if ... someone ... came in?" she mumbled.
He went across to the door and locked it. He returned to her and quickly got her clothes off. She stepped out of them and made no more protestations as her elderly brother-in-law pulled down her nylon half slip and then unclipped her bra. His hand on the back of her neck made her lean the upper part of her body forward. He liked to see her in this pose with her beautifully oval-shaped young titties swaying and lolling downwards.
She moaned when he bent his face under her and got his lips to her nipples, sucking and pulling on them until he had each one hard and crimsonly aroused. She was even helping him get her panties down and her garters unclipped and the flimsy lacy garter belt unfastened and drawn from her.
The elderly Bruce Kimley gazed in avid admiration at the slim but shapely body of his wife's young sixteen-year-old sister. She was lovely ... divine ... a present from the gods themselves for a man of his cunt-loving nature. He got his trousers and shorts off but could not control himself long enough to bother about his shirt. He was on top of her on that wide soft divan, his strong prick nudging in between the soft wet lips of a tight cunt that was horny and anxious to be taught the new joys of fucking.
"Ooooohhhh ... no ... no ... it hurts ... no ... careful!" she twisted beneath his weight. He felt her hymen go ... he was easing in about three inches now and knew that as long as he was slow and careful, her twat could take all he had to offer easily. Now it was his turn to moan, for her tight gripping cunt seemed to be tearing his foreskin down and down until it must surely snap. But seemingly at the last possible moment, the tension eased and he was frigging her vagina with a good thick six inches.
Now he was beginning to really thrust into her pussy. She clung to his neck, biting her lips as the pain gradually grew less and the pleasure increased. She knew that this was what he did to her sister, but then they were married to each other. This was very wicked of him ... very wicked indeed to be doing the same thing to her cunt....
Suddenly she felt a hot wetness saturate all her inside cunt and Bruce was laying half off her now, panting and looking glassy eyed.
He had not been able to control himself, much as he wanted to make this first fucking for the kid a long and satisfying one. Her young cunt was so tight, so hot and gripping, it had sucked all his spurting scum out without his being able to control his orgasm.
He was stroking her face:
"Sorry kid," he muttered, "sorry it wasn't a better hump for you the first time ... it will be much better the next time ... I promise you."
She gathered up her clothes and after he unlocked the door and listened to see if the coast was clear, she quickly hurried up to her bedroom. She washed her pussy, amazed at all the semen and cunt-juice there was and lay on her bed. She felt sore and although it pleased her to think a man could get so much pleasure from her pussy, even a mature man like Bruce, she was disappointed at her own lack of real pleasure.
She heard voices downstairs and then they were all coming up. She heard her sister's voice and then Clive's. Quite clearly she heard them both go into the bedroom which was usually occupied by Eileen and her husband, but apparently tonight Clive Laker was going to share her bed.
Wendy heard her bedroom door open and close. She looked up and saw Bruce coming towards her.
"You and I are going to be bedmates tonight, my little darling Wendy," he told her as he climbed on the bed beside her, "I am letting your sister frig a new cock just for tonight."
Wendy had put on her shortie nylon nightie and she tried to pull it down to cover herself as much as the scanty garment would allow. Bruce got undressed and then lay close to her on top of the sheets, fondling her lush young body until she was as excited as when he had first brought her home from the dance.
She was playing and handling his erect prick as though it were the most wonderful toy she had ever been given. He had his hand on the back of her neck and at first the constant pressure he applied there did not mean anything to her. Only when he became quite firmly insistent did she bend her body forward and allow her face to drop nearer to the huge, domed prick she was holding and rubbing in her fingers. She heard him chuckle as he pushed her head down further, right in front of her eyes she could contemplate his tremendous pecker. Never had she imagined seeing a big dick like his at such a range or from such an angle.
"Be a good girl like your sister is...." he was coaxing her, "put out your little tongue for me dear...."
For a moment she did not obey. She knew what he wanted her to do and then she decided to be a "good girl like her sister." She put out her small pinkish tongue and with a feeling of sickly revulsion she touched the head of that rosy-domed dick of his. Old Bruce Kimley gave a deep sigh. His hand moved from the nape of her neck to ripple his fingers in her lovely head of hair. Her tongue flipped and flicked touching the end of his throbbing cock and then licked round the thick rubbery flange lip of his shaft.
As if from another world she heard him mutter:
"Open that sweet mouth wide dear ... open wide ... that's right ... now take it in ... take it all in that lovely mouth dear...."
She was obeying. Her lips parted widely, his throbbing dick-head snaked in between them, making her gasp and choke a little. She found it thrilled her to the very core to have a man's cock in her mouth, to be able to make him moan and twist in the sheer pleasure she was solely responsible for.
She used her tongue as well as her lips. His hot hand slid down from her head, down her back under the flimsy nightie, stretching right down he got his hand to the cleft of her lovely girlish ass and then reaching further between her opening thighs he got his fingers to the hot throbbing little cunt-hole that had so recently been filled with cock for the first time.
His arms suddenly embraced round her. He was lifting and tugging at her, getting her turned round and over him. The sight of her little warm pinkish slit must have made him cunt-crazy, for he roughly pushed her aside and then made her kneel on all fours. Getting behind her like a dog he thrust his huge rampant, well-sucked prick into her warm twat-hole for the second time that evening.
The position she was now in reminded her at once of the dogs she had see fucking with bitches. Now she was like a bitch and her sister's husband was her dog.
She tried to get the tempo of his prick, thrusting madly against her ass and she tried to regulate her own motions with his unsteady back and forth rhythm. She hadn't realized that a man could fuck a girl in this position. She thought that fucking was always done with the girl on her back like she had been on the divan downstairs. Now she was being taught that girls can take frigging in almost any position where a cock could enter and she liked the idea and briefly imagined all the obscene ways in which she could be fucked.
When Bruce got his arms embraced round her slim waist he felt up to caress and cup her swaying young tits. He controlled himself this time and kept quite still for a few minutes. From the adjoining bedroom they heard the unmistakable sound of a bed creaking in a steady tempo. Young Wendy didn't have to be told that the sounds indicated that her sister was being frigged in a similar fashion by the young man, the son of the housekeeper, Clive Laker.
"He's fucking my wife next door," whispered Bruce, "but he isn't as lucky as I am, my pretty little sweet. My wife may be a good fuck but you are sweet and young and tight ... all qualities I love. We're going to enjoy ourselves, eh? How do you feel?"
"I ... I ... oh, it's lovely Uncle Bruce...." she gasped, really meaning it, as he gently withdrew and then thrust his prick hard against the resistance of her tight little cunt, penetrating it right to the entrance of her womb and giving her a thrill she had never had before.
"Grip the sides of the bed and hold on tightly," he said in her ear and she obediently held onto the edges of the narrow mattress, instinctively opening her thighs and giving him better access to her cunt.
"Good ... good ... you're getting the idea alright ... now ... lets go to it ... "
Slowly and inexorably he withdrew his stiff dick and thrust in again using all his strength every time so that she had to hold on desperately so as not to be knocked forward onto her pillows. She soon got the idea of thrusting back into him with her cunny and he crowed with delight at her voluntary co-operation. Naturally she soon found that the more she helped him, the more of a thrill she got in her cunt and soon they were fucking against each other merrily. It did not take her long to become very much more excited than she had been that afternoon and a feeling began to rise in her belly which she recognized. She had discovered masturbation a couple of years previously and indulged in it frequently. But this was something different really. Although she recognized the kind of feeling, it was three times the intensity ... no four, five, six times ... oh it was marvelous ... wonderful....
"Do it faster ... faster ... harder...." she panted at Bruce.
He heard her, and redoubled his frigging efforts, the sweat pouring down his face. He knew he could not hold out much longer, but she was showing all the signs of "coming" soon so that was alright.
"You like being fucked by your old Uncle ... don't you, eh?" he gasped between lunges into her. His hands were gripping her waist mercilessly and she knew she would have bruises there afterwards but she did not care.
Bruce let go as he heard that ... he let go into her and felt his hot sperm gush up into her tight little womb mouth ... then he collapsed on her back ... and she collapsed in turn onto the soft bedclothes ... both gasping with enormous pleasure at the satisfaction of their mutual hump.
* * *
The next morning Clive Laker, as usual, had his breakfast in the kitchen with his parents. In the dining room Bruce Kimley sat at the head of the table. Down the right of the table sat his lovely wife, her eyes bright, her skin beautiful, her expression one of utter contentment after her night's fucking with her new temporary one-night-husband.
On the left hand side of the table sat the sixteen year old Wendy. Not quite so perky and bright-eyed as her more experienced sister, she nevertheless looked lovely and still very sexy, despite her rather pale face. She had not been allowed a great deal of sleep during her first night spent in a bed with a man. Old Bruce Kimley had fucked her cunt several times. On the last occasion just before being called for breakfast he had made her experience the finest orgasm in her very short experience. It had thrilled her to the core of her twat and made her marvel at the height of pleasure it had taken her to.
Now she kept glancing uneasily at her sister. She knew that she had spent the night fucking with the housekeeper's son, but she was pretty sure that Eileen had no idea that Wendy had been fucked by her husband. She had an uneasy suspicion that if she knew, she would pack her off home double-quick and this was the last thing she wanted. She looked across at Bruce who shook his head, obviously meaning that his wife knew nothing. She sighed with relief and got on with her breakfast.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was strange that Bruce Kimley should feel grateful to Clive Laker. He was sharing his wife's cunt with the handsome young prick-pusher but had that affair not come to pass he would not have been given the opportunity of fucking that pretty kid, Wendy. Had he but known, the other elderly man in the household, namely old Frank Laker, Clive's father, also had his horny eyes on the young shapely body of Wendy.
It had not taken the Lakers long to realize what was going on between their employer, his wife, and their son, and now that the youngest addition to the country house, sixteen year old Wendy, had been drawn into the web of humping, old Laker didn't see why he should be left out of the sweet pussy on offer.
It was on an afternoon when Mr. Kimley had gone into town on his own. Eileen had taken the opportunity of going out with Clive and old man Laker cornered the young girl in the kitchen when she came down to ask him if she could help him or Mrs. Laker.
Wendy was taken by surprise when the old fellow grabbed her and kissed her. He kept his mouth on hers until she was choking for breath and had to fight him off.
"How dare you!" she panted, "I'll tell my Uncle...."
"Oh yes?" chuckled the old man, "I don't see how he's in a position to complain ... what with his wife frigging with my Clive and you screwing it off with him ... what would your precious sister say if she knew, eh?"
Wendy caught her breath. She could see she was being blackmailed and when he started to kiss her again her protests were only feeble and half-hearted. The worst of it was she had begun experiencing the same exciting feeling she had done when Bruce had first started to fuck around with her.
She put her hand to the sweat-covered unshaven jaw of the old man. It thrilled her to realize what power she had over men, even at her age. He was looking at her as if he wanted to eat her and one of his hands slid down to caress over her pert, plump asscheeks.
"You're a lovely girl ... a lovely sweet little cunny...." he muttered.
She felt him tugging her skirt up at the back and his other hand slid round her thigh and dipped under her raised hem.
"Lovely ... lovely...." he kept muttering as if to himself more than to her, "lovely legs, in such lovely smooth nylon stockings ... lovely ... flesh ... lovely smooth flesh ... up you ... up your lovely thighs ... and here ... ah! ... here ... here it is ... your cute, wet pussy!"
She gave a start. He had got his groping hand under her panties. His free hand withdrew from under her skirt and took her waist to thrust her hand down to the front of his trousers. Her hand trembled a little as she held it poised and ready while he undid his fly. Then she was clasping a very rigid, hard prick. He sank back on to one of the kitchen chairs, his knees slightly apart, his fiercely erect, big cock fully exposed.
"Come on ... my little beauty...." he beckoned to her, "come and show me you know what this is for...."
He flicked his thick shaft with his fingers. She looked at it with the state of a hypnotized rabbit looking at a bright beam of light. Slowly she stepped closer to him. He yanked one of her legs to one side of his, then her other leg to the far side of his legs. She was now standing astraddle his knees, facing him. He got his hands to her hips and pulled her down onto his lap. His guiding aim of his cock towards her cunt was very good. She bent her knees and gasped when she felt the first probing thrust of that bludgeon touching her young cuntlips.
She sighed and wriggled her hips, sinking lower onto his shaft. A low moan of pleasure escaped from her mouth as she began to sample the full extent of his dick's penetration. His hands on her hips held her more firmly. He thrust and pulled until she was completely on his lap in the closest possible contact with his prick.
"How's that for a fit, eh?" he chuckled.
She blushed to the roots of her hair as she looked into his grinning old face. This was terrible, she ought not to allow a servant to fuck her ... but she didn't really have an alternative. She knew that if she refused him he would tell her sister about her fucking with Bruce and then there would be all hell let loose. And then she realized she must be honest with herself and admit that she was enjoying the old boy's cock in her cunt. In fact she was becoming impatient because he was doing nothing. She contracted the muscles of her vagina and saw the sudden spasm which passed over his face as his cock felt it. And it seemed to push him into action. To her astonishment he half stood up, pushing the old kitchen chair back away from him so roughly it toppled and crashed on its back.
He leaned back slightly so that her feet were kept off the floor, all her weight being taken on her cunt that was filled with his thick dick. He began to fuck up and down, it was like riding a wild bronco for her ... with the saddle forming a prong of flesh which seared up into her belly through her cunt. The strain must have been too great for a man of the age of old Mr. Laker for he had to abandon his frigging efforts and, getting across to the table, he flopped her down on it on her back, his cock staying well embedded up in her warm, wet clinging cunt-hole all the while.
She lay spread-eagled on the table and the now so familiar movements of a cock between her thighs began to work her up into her hump-pleasure. She got her hands to grip the heaving asscheeks of the man through his trousers doth. Her hot throbbing cunt rolled and slithered up and down his hard cock-shaft.
Strangely enough, this fierce fucking that old Mr. Frank Laker gave her was the means of giving her the best climax she had yet been allowed to experience-even better than the best she had achieved with Bruce. Her "come" spasms shook her body from head to toe. Every fiber in her throbbing pussy was wracked with a tense lust, the like of which she had not even imagined. She clung to him, rocking to and fro to, milking with her hot little pussy the last dribble of wet sticky sperm from his prick.
When she at last allowed him to lift himself up from her, she expected him to go across and sink into a chair. Instead he was gripping her waist and making her twist over onto her belly on the table top. He was going to fuck her in a position very similar to the one Bruce Kimley had done when he had got her to kneel on all fours. Old Mr. Laker was obviously going to fuck her from the back, like a dog with a bitch.
But no! Something new was happening ... she felt his eager fingers clawing at her asscheeks ... and then she felt the most awful pain in her anus! She realized with horror what he was trying to do. He was trying to ream her asshole with his prick.
"No please! Ooooaahowwohhaa!!! that hurts ... it hurts ... stop! No ... no ... aaaaaggrrrraaa ... no no!!"
She tried to lift herself up off the table top, but the more she tried the harder he pushed down against her and the worse the pain became in her tight asshole as the semi-limp penis was being urged to enter her rectum. She tried to get some weight on to her elbows on the table and push him off backwards, but he brushed her arms down and flattened her with his body flush across the table, his cock well in the tight ring of flesh which was the entrance of her bowels.
She began to cry real tears but the only response from the old man was to thump against her harder still as he drove his cock to and fro in her rectum.
She almost fainted before it was all over and this time when he had pulled out of her asshole, the old fellow did collapse breathlessly down into a chair.
Holding her aching asscheeks Wendy raced from the kitchen up to her bedroom. She knew there was no one in this house she could complain to, for she was as much caught up in her own hump-lusts as the rest of them. Although she hated the way she had been treated by old Laker she also loved the fucking she was getting from his boss. If she complained perhaps Bruce would just laugh, or even encourage old Laker and if she complained to her sister then she would be sent home, which she didn't want. It was all very complicated.
There was also another factor which urged her to stay. As sure as night followed day she knew that she would be raped, or seduced if that word suited the action better, by the only remaining male in the house Clive Laker. And that was a thought which made her tremble at the knees. He was so handsome and attractive and he was her sister's fucker too. A sort of rivalry had arisen in her thoughts. Why should her sister be the only one to have Clive-why shouldn't she....
On the other hand, Clive had as yet shown no particular interest in her. It was true that now and again she had intercepted a glance in her direction and a speculative look at Bruce. She thought that Clive guessed of her new hump relationship with her sister's husband. Perhaps when he was returning to his own room after fucking Eileen he had heard the goings on between Bruce and Wendy ... or perhaps he just suspected it ... or perhaps Bruce had actually told him. She did not know. But somehow she was sure that one day it would be her turn to have her cunt feel his cock-and she didn't want to get sent home before it happened, so she had better keep her mouth shut about the abominable way old Laker had treated her asshole in the kitchen just now.
CHAPTER SIX
Young Wendy, of course, was quite right in her assumption. It would not have been natural for a man as healthily sexy as Clive Laker not to want to have the sweet ecstasy of hump that such a lovely young body as Wendy's would provide. He had had his eye on her for some time, but he was a cunning person and he had enough sense to know that his position as the son of the housekeeper and the frigger of his boss's wife did not necessarily give him the liberty to seduce Wendy, and still keep his position in the house.
Very cleverly, he sounded out both Bruce and Eileen on the subject of Wendy. Without coming out into the open he hinted to Eileen's insatiable sexual demands off the old man and therefore Bruce owed him a favor. Bruce readily admitted it and soon caught on to what Clive was hinting at. He made it quite clear there would be no jealousy on his part about Wendy ... in fact he rather relished it, insisting that he should have the opportunity of watching the fucking take place.
Naturally Clive was pleased at this reaction-but Eileen was a different proposition. But he needn't have worried. Although Eileen hadn't the faintest idea that her husband was humping with the girl she didn't need much persuading to see that it was about time the girl was shown the mysteries of sex by a competent man-she wouldn't have much chance of doing that at home because her parents were very narrow-minded. Clive used all sorts of subtle arguments to make her see the reason for what he wanted to do and when he was satisfied there was no danger to his position in the house he decided to go ahead with the fucking of Wendy as soon as possible.
It happened a couple of evenings later. They were watching television in the darkened living-room. Eileen was sitting with her husband for a change so Clive, who had been invited to watch, sat close to young Wendy-and saw his opportunity.
In the gloom of the room Eileen could just make out the hands of her lover exploring up under the sweater of her young sister. She knew without being told that tonight was the night when young Wendy was going to be fucked by Give. Her husband got up and on the pretense of asking them if they wanted a drink went across to the other couple. He really wanted to see how far advanced in their petting they were. He saw that Clive had Wendy's bra undone and down from her lovely young tits and she was sexually excited to a point where she didn't care about anything. Even so she was a bit apprehensive when Bruce loomed out of the darkness to ask his question.
"It's alright," whispered Bruce, "I can see what's going on ... I don't mind ... I'll keep Eileen quiet," he assured them and went back to his wife.
"They're frigging around," he told Eileen, "are you jealous?"
She hesitated for a moment and then said, "No ... not really ... as a matter-of-fact it's rather exciting, isn't it?"
They looked across at Wendy. She had her legs stretched out alongside dive's as they settled themselves facing one another in the large armchair. Bruce leaned forward and put his arm round his wife and she murmured to him:
"Look ... he's pulling her panties off...."
"Yes ... and she's got his cock out too ... are you sure it doesn't make you jealous to see your sister playing with your lover's dick?" whispered the excited old whoremaster. She didn't answer, but when they saw Wendy being given an ardent tongue kiss on her open mouth, she knew they were too far gone to worry about anything else.
She and her husband got up quietly and moved closer to the chair to get a better view in the darkened room. They saw the young man wriggle and thrust his big prick between the young girl's thighs. Eileen knew so well just how iron-hard Clive's penis could be when he was ready for the fuck like this.
They saw him ease further over on top of the girl.
"OOOOOAAAAHHHOOO...." it was an uncontrollable moan and gasp from Wendy as she felt the head of his cock in her.
Feverishly Eileen got her husband's rigid dong out of his fly and rubbed him while he got his hands up under her dress and panties to frig her while they watched young Wendy being fucked. The sixteen-year-old panted wildly as Clive commenced the run of his fuck. They watched fascinated, Eileen under the impression that this was Wendy's first fuck, and Bruce admiring Give's expert handling of the hump.
Wendy was squashed down into the seat of the chair, her ass nearly on the edge and her head propped out by several cushions. He sprawled on top of her between her thighs. Their arms buried up to the hilt in her youthful cunt. His ass rose and fell competently. He wasn't like Bruce, he could take his time and get Wendy really sexually excited and right up to her climax or even up to her second or third climax, before he let go and shot his load of hot scum.
"Wrap your legs around me," he whispered in her ear, and his words brought back Wendy's consciousness of where she was-in the sitting room watching television-for God's sake, where was her sister Eileen? This was dreadful. She went stiff with fright.
"Where ... where's Eileen?" she said in a frightened murmur in his ear.
"Don't worry ... she knows what we're doing ... and she doesn't mind ... forget her ... come on ... don't you like me fucking you?"
"Oh ... yesssss...." she breathed and promptly forgot all about her sister. In fact she had no idea that both Eileen and Bruce were spectators of her being fucked until afterwards. She presumed they had tactfully left the room!
Her legs came round his thighs and locked behind him, and he resumed his rhythmic fucking. Now his hands began to knead her breasts, pinching and milking them without mercy. Nobody had done this to her before quite so painfully and yet she found the nipple pain was pleasurable also and cried out loudly in enjoyment of it.
"OH NO! YES! AAAHHH! Darling ... its ... marvelous ... oh, I knew you would be wonderful ... Clive...."
But Give said nothing, he was concentrating hard on his thrusting prick. Her cunt was tight and very wet and his big dick slid in and out of her pussy with the precision of a piston. She was more exciting than he had anticipated and he decided he would come when she did. He could feel his climax rising in his balls and he knew she was pretty near "coming" also because he could feel the convulsive clutches of the muscles of her vagina. Now she was heaving back up into him with all the enthusiasm of youth and it set his imagination of fire. This was the first time he had fucked anyone so young, and although he had wanted her he had imagined all the screwing would be on his side. He had forgotten the tuition in humping she had been getting from Bruce!
And she certainly learned her stuff. He could feel her cunt clutching his prick in stronger and stronger spasms and knew quite suddenly that he couldn't have controlled himself from "coming" if he had tried. This teenager was certainly hot stuff and he made up his mind there and then that Bruce wasn't going to have her sweet pussy to himself from now on.
"You like it ... don't you, eh? You horny little cocksucker ... you naughty kid ... he's been teaching you a thing or two, hasn't he?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yes ... yes ... but he hasn't got a prick anywhere near as big as yours ... it's wonderful Clive ... it's so hard and long ... I never dreamed fucking could be like this ... harder ... fuck me harder darling...." she whispered back.
As Bruce and Eileen watched they were jerking each other off vigorously, deeply aroused by this lecherous sight they were witnessing. They saw Wendy fucking and writhing under Clive's hefty prick ... and then as the flurry of movement threatened to wrestle them off the chair onto the floor both bodies went taut at the same time.
"AAAUUURRRHHH ... WONDERFUL ... FUCK ... FUCK...." moaned the girl as the panting Clive gyrated into a fierce last thrust and the hot scum of his testicles was transplanted into its proper place-the girl's cunt!
CHAPTER SEVEN
All good things have to come to an end even the best hump in the world. It was soon time for young Wendy to return home. Her mother had arranged for a sister to come and look after her as Wendy's father would soon be home anyway and would need looking after. Everyone at the Kimley country house was sorry to see the departure of this pretty girl who had lost her cherry and shared her lovely body with the men there during her short stay.
The next blow was the sudden departure of Clive Laker. He had been offered a very good job in the city. It was too good a chance to miss, and so, reluctant as he was to leave a place where his cock had found such sexual pleasure and where the cunt of Eileen Kimley was always at his disposal, he too had to leave.
Eileen was anxious to return to town. But to please Bruce she agreed to stay on for another couple of weeks. He loved the countryside and the fishing in the river which ran nearby, also the football in the village every week-end and Wednesdays. It was on one of his trips with the local football team to a match some fifty miles away that Eileen discovered there was another male cock available to her-a man she had not even though much about-the elderly husband of their housekeeper, Clive's father-Frank Laker.
It was on the afternoon Bruce was away at the football match that the old fellow first made a tentative approach to her. He came up to her bedroom when she was stretched out on her bed wondering how on earth to pass the rest of the day. He was supposed to have a message from his wife but it was merely an excuse, and Eileen knew it. He sat down on her bed, talking about nothing in particular. First he put his hand over hers, and when she did not draw it away he took it in his own turned it over and tickled the palm, which is a language everybody knows. He kissed her hand and then drew his lips up her inner arm to her neck ... and to her lips.
She did not respond ... but she did not push him away either. Soon he had unfastened her blouse and was fingering her naked nipples. She was amazed with what skill and expert touchings of her tits he aroused her. She stroked the back of his slightly balding head as he bent his face to caress her swollen tits with his lips, his teeth chewing on the pert nipples until she wished he would hurry and fuck all the way with her.
She made not the slightest resistance as he undressed her. He did it very gently, but slowly, savouring every garment one by one as he removed them. The way he kissed her legs, from ankle up to broad thigh, slowly and with much reverence, she felt like a goddess of love, and he was worshipping her. She opened her thighs wide to give his face full freedom with her hot, aching cunt and he showed that he was just as wonderful at cuntlapping her as he was at lapping her nipples.
He drove her wild with hump-desire until she was begging him in the crudest filthiest urging words she knew to give her the fucking she wanted.
"Oh come on Frank ... get on top of me and fuck me ... please ... get your prick into me now ... now ... quickly ... I want it stuck right up my cunt ... oh please Frank ... fuck me good and hard ... I need it ... darling ... please...."
When he took his clothes off to be as naked as she was, she saw that he was even better hung in the genital region than his robust son. He grinned at her as he saw her avid stare at his huge, erect penis. He slowly worked the foreskin down the shaft, leaving the rosy cock-head naked and smooth.
"Like the look of it?" he teased her, "your young sister loved this pecker of mine, I can tell you."
Eileen looked up into his grin-creased, ugly old face.
"You ... you ... did it to Wendy?" she stuttered, "you used that great prick on her-surely not?"
"Of course, of course! And now I'm going to use it on you-or rather in you, my dear!"
She moaned in sheer heavenly pleasure as his thick dick thrust easily up into her aroused cunt-hole. His hands grabbed her fleshy asscheeks and held her while he slowly rotated his loins and sent thrill after thrill chasing through her belly as he slowly began to fuck her, efficiently and vigorously.
She was responding in as wild a way as he had known she would. Her legs lifted and her heels climbed up his arched back. She guessed he must be even older than her husband and yet he was proving the best fucker she had experienced for ages. It was not difficult to see where Give had inherited his screwing abilities. His father's stamina and strength belied his age. He was humping like a trojan between her thighs, his cock thrusting and causing her own hips to writhe and her buttocks to rise and fall to make her pelvis meet and caress his strong pubic brush.
When he brought her to the peak of her orgasm he slowly withdrew his steaming wet prick from her. She saw it was rigid and throbbing. He had not had his own crisis, content for the moment to make her experience her own much needed "come".
"After such a wild orgasm she felt a little faint and dizzy, tired and yet still very horny for more hump. She was delighted to feel him again fondling her breasts, her nipples were still erect and stiff and ached for attention. When he frigged her to a point near her second climax he quickly got his cock up into her cunt and this time the orgasm of male and female was going to mutual....
"Art you ready?" he muttered in her ear, "I'm going to "come" this time...."
"Yes ... yes...." she panted, "I can feel it getting bigger and bigger ... it'll kill me ... oh it's wonderful ... you frigging old man ... I love it ... go on fuck the daylights out of me ... stuff it up ... aaaaahhhhh ... yes ... yes .. I'm coming ... I'M COMING ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME!"
"I'm coming too ... wait for it ... yes ... yes ... there ... now I'm shooting my hot scum up your squirming cunt ... aaaaaahhhhh!"
* * *
For the next week the old prick-pusher never missed a chance of screwing her. Whenever Bruce went down to the village his lovely wife was having old man Laker's cock up her cunt. It soon became a habit she could not-and did not want to-break. Even when her husband was likely to be away for only half an hour she encouraged the old man to at least frig her or go down to her in order to make her come.
She guessed that Bruce was suspecting something, and it was no surprise to her when he told her late one evening that the following morning they would be leaving for town. The stay at their country house was over for a while. The few weeks she had feared would be full of boredom had resulted in the most stimulating and sexually adventurous fucks of her life!
Mrs. Eileen Kimley was as sorry to leave as she had been to arrive just a few weeks ago ... but her husband's mind was made up. She knew that if he said they were going back to their town house, then that was where they would go. No ifs and no buts, his mind was made up. She was pretty sure he had made the decision because he guessed about her and Frank Laker fucking but he never said a word and she thought it best not to mention it. After all he had proved a more permissive husband than she had ever expected him to be ... maybe he might continue to be, but she felt it would only be with men of his own choosing that he would allow her to fuck with.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Is that you? Is that Miss Modeste?"
It was Bruce Kimley on the 'phone and he was speaking to a woman he had known for some years. A woman, in fact, who had been quite a close friend of his during the latter part of his career on the stage. Many a young pretty chorus girl had reason also to remember Miss Modeste, for it was to her they were sent if any of them had misbehaved, been late for rehearsals, or putting on too much weight. Or, worse than these petty crimes, if they had resisted or resented the attentions of the bold, but aging Bruce Kimley.
A visit to Miss Modeste had proved that their wardrobe mistress was sadistic, as well as an evil lecherous woman with animal-like lesbian tendencies. Miss Modeste had left the theatrical world at about the same time as Bruce had bowed out. She had opened a very prosperous, expensive gown shop and it was to this smartly-appointed shop that Bruce was phoning now in his attempt to make contact with Miss Modeste again after all these years.
She was pleased to hear from him. Even more pleased when she heard the reason for his call. He had a young wife, Miss Modeste knew this, it was no secret. His wife had a young and very pretty sister, about sixteen. Well, that was news, exciting news. Better was to follow. That wicked old whoremaster had written to the sister and told her to visit the shop of Miss Modeste, and for being such a good girl while she had stayed at his country house, Bruce would pay any sort of bill for her at the shop for clothes she fancied.
"I think you may find this girl amusing to you...." he had added to the grateful Miss Modeste. His words did not need any further explanation to her ... they knew each other's tastes from of old!
When a couple of days later an excited Wendy turned up at the shop under instructions contained in a letter from Bruce, she asked for Miss Modeste personally, as she had been told to. After exchanging warm greetings, the woman led Wendy into her own private room and fitting-rooms.
"Your brother-in-law telephoned me to say you would be calling, my dear," Miss Modeste told her, "I am sure you will want to buy some of our very alluring and attractive undies as well as dresses and skirts, eh my dear?"
"Oh yes ... that would be wonderful," the excited girl replied, "if you are sure it will be alright with Bruce ... I mean Mr. Kimley...."
She was not quite sure how she should refer to Bruce in the presence of this woman. Miss Modeste merely smiled and said:
"Take off your things, my dear, and I will have some very pretty things brought in for you to try on."
Wendy felt a little embarrassed as she took off her dress, then her underslip, so that she was down to bra, stockings, girdle and shoes. She was a little taken aback at the intense way this woman was gazing at her belly and at the junction of her creamy thighs where the tight panties clung to her and where, through the transparent front the dark smallish triangle of her bush-hair could be seen.
"Don't be shy, dear," Miss Modeste urged her, "take off the rest of your things."
She watched the youngster reach up her back to get to the clip of the bra. The blue bra fluttered free. The eyes of the woman of the world gleamed in evil anticipation at the sight of those two delectable soft white titties which were now falling free. What a delight this sixteen-year-old was ... those well-developed breasts with the dusky coral shadows at the base of the firm little sprouting nipples ... oh those little pink nipples ... waiting to be chewed and devoured by a mouth that could appreciate them ... a mouth that Miss Modeste was slowly drawing her tongue along as she watched the pretty girl undressing.
"You have beautifully firm breasts, my dear," she muttered as she stood close to Wendy, "beautifully firm I can hardly believe it!"
As if to add weight to her words she lifted her palms and gently raised the underneath of the soft warm knockers. Wendy shivered at the way her young breasts were being lifted. She felt excited and began to feel how hot it was in this private room. She was sorry when Miss Modeste removed her cool hands and left the room for a few moments. But she returned soon with a pile of boxes.
Taking an exquisite concoction from a box she said:
"I think you may like this type, my dear," cooingly, "A perfect fit for you I should think, and with this modern net center ... shall we try it on my dear?"
With the satiny net bra in her hands she moved behind Wendy and gently drew the transparent net cups over the youngster's pert breasts.
"There dear...." she murmured, her face close to Wendy's ear, "how does that feel?"
"Oh lovely! It feels marvelous," Wendy said, "but I don't think my mother would let me wear one like this. It is very modern, I know, but it is a bit daring, isn't it? I mean it shows all my nipple-doesn't it?"
Miss Modeste was already fetching a pair of matching panties from another box on the table. They were very brief and edged with a very fine pretty lace.
"Try these on dear," she said, "let me see if they are the right size for you."
When Wendy slid her own panties down her legs she saw that the woman was again staring avidly at her bush-hair and cunt. Miss Modeste was obsessed with that love-mound which was now being revealed to her gaze.
For the next twenty minutes Wendy was trying on bras, panties, girdles and underslips and then at last she was allowed to choose some dresses and skirts. When a long list of her purchases had been made out, Miss Modeste smiled almost lovingly at her young customer.
"Look in the middle drawer of that table over there, my dear," she said, "there may be something to interest you."
She watched the girl go across to the table and pull out the drawer. She saw the charming young face show an expression of puzzlement. She went across and stood close beside her, an arm sliding round the slender waist. Wendy was still staring down at the contents of the drawer-it contained a braided leather dog-whip, lengths of nape of various widths and strengths, a dozen or so leather thongs, and right in the center of this erotic assortment of instruments of flaggellation lay what was taking the girl's main attention, a black rubber whorled shaft with a leather and elastic harness attached. Wendy knew that the black rubber cylinder was an imitation penis and she was about to ask why on earth she had been told to open this drawer when, as she turned her face towards Miss Modeste, the woman got her mouth over the girl's and gave her a hot, torrid kiss.
In a frenzied moment of sexuality Wendy put her arms round the woman's waist and returned the heat of the kiss. Miss Modeste had her hands to feel the soft cheeks of the young girl's ass through the panties as she held her close.
"You are a lovely girl, Wendy," she murmured softly, " ... a lovely girl...." She arched her belly to the girl's bush-mound and softly pressed and rotated, " ... you are not a virgin, are you dear?" she asked quietly.
Wendy shook her head, "No, no I am not Miss Modeste, but my mother must never know that I am not ... "
"No of course not, dear. I'll never tell your mother don't worry. Tell me, Wendy my sweet, do you like it?"
She ground her belly harder into the girl's," ... does that make you feel good, Wendy, do you like me doing this sort of thing to you?"
Wendy was responding by swivelling her own panties and rubbing herself against the ample belly flesh of the woman. No words were needed to tell Miss Modeste that she had a hot and willing number with her that the wily old bird Bruce Kimley had sent to her. The girl was looking down into the still open drawer again. Miss Modeste smiled at her and embraced her more closely:
"Tell me dear, what do you know about those sort of things-anything?"
"Those ... those leather strap things? I suppose they are for punishing, aren't they?" Wendy stammered, "and I suppose the dog lead thing is a sort of whip, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, you are quite right. They are for punishing, but what about that other thing ... the object you were looking at so intently, dear?"
She saw Wendy blushing ... oh how attractive these pretty young girls were when they colored up. Wendy bit her lip, she did not know what to say. The woman put her mouth close to the girl's ear and whispered:
"It's a lovely rubber prick, my dear, a lovely pleasure-giving imitation cock...."
Wendy blushed even more. She felt her bra being undone by the woman's agile fingers. Now as she hugged close to the woman's body Wendy felt the hot hands feeling all round her thighs, round her panties, her asscheeks and down again to the naked smoothness of her flesh of her upper thighs.
The youngster was moaning by the time Miss Modeste got her fingers to the waistband of the panties.
"You are going to let me take your panties off, aren't you dear?" she murmured as she slowly pushed the intimate frilled garment downwards.
Naked save for her shoes, nylons and a very narrow garter-belt Wendy sat down on the leather-bound couch that Miss Modeste urged her towards. She watched the very smart and expensive gown being drawn down from the woman's large body. Miss Modeste was clad in a matching bra and pantie set of jet black satin. The bra was cut very daringly low and the panties fitted her tightly. She also wore a narrow black nylon garter-belt, the tabs of which drew taut the sheer nylons which encased the well-proportioned, but very well-fleshed thighs.
She dropped to her knees on the leather couch and lowered her face to caress and kiss the sweet nakedness of the girl's palpitating belly and thighs. When she had the youngster writhing and sobbing with lust, her hump-desire aroused to the extreme, Miss Modeste went across to the table drawer and quickly took out the black rubber dildo. Strapping the flesh-colored harness round her thighs and belly she went back to the couch, making Wendy turn over on her belly and then raise herself up on to knees and forearms.
Miss Modeste knelt close behind the girl, gripping her hips and said:
"Life up your ass a little more my dear, come along now...."
The sweetly moist, pink cuntlips were now visible between the trembling milky white thighs. Wendy was obeying her in a sort of mindless dream, fascinated by the rubber prick, overwhelmed by its size and the implications of what was happening to her.
Excitedly the woman adjusted herself closer in and under the overswell of the young girl's lush asscheeks. Then with a little fumbling, a little maneuvering, that fat dome of the tip of the rubber penis disappeared into Wendy's cunt.
From the mouth of the youngster came a wail of indescribable delight....
"Ooooohaaa ... ooorrraaahooommmaaaa...."
Slowly lowering her full weight along the top of the white back Miss Modeste allowed the male imitation prick to gouge fully into the girl's pussy. Her hands reached round and under the slim body to find and caress the hanging ovals of breasts and while she toyed and frigged at the nipples she worked her hips and loins to give the excitedly aroused youngster the first imitation fucking she had ever received.
In a way that only a woman can do to another woman, Miss Modeste brought Wendy near to an orgasm and as she did so the young girl opened her mouth and began to urge her on to more and more thrills.
"Oh that's wonderful ... what a marvelous contraption this is ... what's it called ... aaaahhhh ... its sending thrills right up my spine ... and my belly ... oh Miss it's even better than a real cock ... at least ... oooaaaah ... oh please fuck me some more with it ... harder ... shove it into me ... please ... oooaaaahhh...."
Never had the young girl known such cunt-fulfillment could be attained and she was hysterical and almost fainting by the fifth violent climax that the relentless black rubber dick made her experience.
Miss Modeste carefully withdrew the rubber monstrosity from the girl's wet and slippery cunt, and after unstrapping it she took the sobbing young girl in her arms and loved and talked to her as if she had been a child.
"There ... there ... did I hurt you then ... but didn't you have lots of lovely "comes"? Wasn't it worth it ... don't cry my dear ... here, dry your tears ... there's a good girl...."
Gradually the sobbing stopped. Wendy was beginning to come round. She put her hands out to find the discarded dildo, with almost loving care she fondled the wet, slippery shaft. Miss Modeste took it from her and with a sly wicked smile she began to again strap the obscene rubber cock to her large waist.
"You want the rubber-lover again, darling, don't you?" she murmured as she pushed the girl down on to her back and this time mounted her from the front in the normal male-female intercourse position. Wendy's arms and legs hugged the frigging woman to her, their mouths met and fused in a long-tongued passionate kiss. Their breasts squashed and rubbed hard against each other and added to the pleasure each was feeling.
Miss Modeste's fingers probed down the slit of Wendy's ass and she felt one enquiring point insert itself in her asshole. It was a most unusual feeling and she didn't like it at first, but when the stabbing finger had edged itself right into her hole and was worming itself up her rectum, she suddenly felt a wonderful thrill which galvanised her whole body and made her thrust up into Miss Modeste's heavy body and positively lifted her from over her. This excited the woman too and they writhed and struggled against each other, the older body exerting all its strength against the younger.
Wendy dragged her mouth away from Miss Modeste's....
"What are you doing to my asshole...?" she panted...."You mustn't ... you'll hurt me ... I'm sure you will...."
"Don't be silly ... I'm not hurting you...." gasped the woman, "you like it ... you know you do ... it won't do you any harm you silly kid ... let me do it ... and you'll get a wonderful thrill...."
Wendy had to admit to herself that it was a lovely feeling and finally she relaxed her asscheeks and let Miss Modeste get easier entry into her asshole. Yes ... it was a new thrill ... something different ... a discovery....
Three times again the young girl was reamed up the anus before she was so exhausted that she fainted-a victim of too much rubber lover-fucking and finger-fucking up her ass! The ecstasy was so overwhelming that she lost consciousness in a sea of pleasure which drowned her completely for about ten minutes.
When she revived, there was Miss Modeste standing over her with a glass of brandy and a sly grin on her face. The dildo was lying on the chair, well-creamed with their mutual cunt-juice and emitting the strong smell from the "comes" of the two women. The woman picked it up and put it to Wendy's nose and she sniffed their combined wetness and reminiscent langour, smiling up at her Lesbian trigger.
In the privacy of this private fitting-room the youngster had been led along the path which would eventually lead her to whoredom, although she had no inkling of that. Nor could she know that Bruce Kimely had planned the whole thing and considered it a very suitable path for his wife's horny young sister to take.
Eileen was destined never to know that it had been her own husband who was responsible for the corruption of her young sister. And certainly her parents never suspected that he had been responsible for her being introduced to such bad companions.
CHAPTER NINE
For some time Bruce Kimley had been toying with the idea of forming a small band and trying to make a comeback to the show-biz scene. Not that he needed the money. He merely fancied the interest of trying to create something new. An agent who was keen on the proposal was one of the men who had dealt with Bruce during the few years just prior to his retirement. He was a short stubby broad sort of individual, Mark Rymus by name, of Jewish extraction as his name implied.
The little Jew paid several bsuiness calls at the house, penning himself up in Bruce's study for hours on end, sorting out the arrangements and plans for the new band to be formed. Eileen did not particularly care for Mark Rymus, although she was pleased that her husband was finding something to give him a new interest in life.
In search of the experienced musicians he wanted, Bruce did a lot of travelling and finally formed a small group and through Rymus a modest television contract was obtained with the company operating in that region. Bruce had been staying down in Plymouth rehearsing the new group and on the day prior to the first television programme it was arranged that Eileen should join him down there.
Mark Rymus was also keen to be in the studio for the first runs and so it seemed a natural arrangement that he should drive Mrs. Eileen Kimley down with him instead of her making her own way by train. He had a big flashy car and drove fast but well, taking a delight in passing every other car in sight which was less powerful than his own, and "dragging" with those of equal power-usually winning.
Eileen was a little surprised, and perhaps disappointed that the stubby Jew did not even attempt to make a pass at her during the trip. He concentrated on his driving to her complete exclusion, and after a while she became almost sulky because he did not even bother to talk. Later, however, they ran into fog and then she forgave him for he really had to give his attention entirely to driving.
They were within a hundred miles of Plymouth when the fog was joined by a sea mist which choked up all visibility, and reduced them to just over ten miles an hour. He was forced to draw into the parking lot of a small inn. It was obvious the journey could not be continued because it was also getting dark and reluctantly Mark Rymus phoned Bruce and told him what had happened. He explained that they were marooned and would have to stay where they were.
The inn served their unexpected guests well. They had a very nice meal with wine which they thoroughly enjoyed after their long cold drive and afterwards they sat at the bar until almost midnight enjoying more drinks and a pleasant chat with the landlord and his wife who were very interested to meet people connected with show-business.
When the time came at last to turn in for the night, Mark and Eileen made their way up the rickety stairs to the first floor where their two rooms were reserved side by side. Eileen was feeling a little frustrated at the lack of interest the little man had showed her all day. She was in need of some hot cock and the setup of staying at this lovely inn for the night had given the fellow ample opportunity of making her, yet he seemed not the least bit interested. She was quite piqued.
With a brief goodnight he went into his room. Eileen went to the bathroom and then decided to play it with a bold front. She tapped softly on his door and quickly went in, closing the door behind her. Mark looked up. He was already in his pajamas and looked very surprised to see her indeed. For a moment she did not quite know what to say:
"You seemed in a great hurry to say goodnight, Mr. Rymus," she said provacatively, "wouldn't you like to say goodnight properly...."
She was flattered at his sudden change of expression-there was no doubt about his interest now!
"I didn't think ... I didn't dare...." he began to stammer, not embarrassed so much as being at a loss for the right words in such an unexpected situation. Who would have thought that the beautiful young wife of the famous bandleader would be attracted to him?
Wickedly she undid her frock and quickly lowered it so she could step out. She wanted to show this strange man just what sort of body he had ignored. In her bra, slip, panties, stockings and high-heeled dress shoes she looked ravishing. She walked across to the dressing table, slowly and with a wriggle of her ass so that she could show herself off to him. As she stood facing the dressing-table she saw his face behind her. His greedy eyes were watching her. The mirror showed his reflection to her and she was pleased to see a look of lust clouding his face.
Slowly she unhooked her bra and then swung round to face him, enjoying the way he was looking down at her naked, moving tits.
"Wouldn't you like to take my panties off, Mr. Rymus?" she teased him, not stepping away when he moved closer to her.
His hot clammy hands came up to her hips, then his arms slid round her waist so that his short fingers could claw at her asscheeks through the flimsy transparent nylon of her panties. He was breathing heavily as he took fistfuls of her panties and drew them down over her hips. He did not draw them down very far and his hot hands returned to fondle her now naked asscheeks where before her flesh had been separated from his palms by her drawers.
He slowly pushed the panties down lower....
"I wasn't sure you played around, Mrs. Kimley...." he muttered, "I didn't want to foul everything up between your husband and me through making any false move towards you. I think his new band is going to make a lot of money-and you mustn't forget I'm his agent ... I need the money he is going to earn for me...."
"You needn't worry about my husband ever finding out about tonight...." Eileen assured him as his hot hands caressed her naked thighs above her stocking tops.
He was breathing very hard. There was no doubt he was enjoying feeling the lovely fulsome ass of this young woman. His hands crept from stocking top to pan tie edge and back again several times, until she was craving for him to be even more bold and intimate with her flesh. As if reading her thoughts, he bent his face to her naked breasts and took a nipple into his thick lips. She trembled with the thrill of having her nipple aroused in this fashion. The wetness and the warmth from his mouth made the nipple expand and throb, and sent little shivers up her spine.
When Mark Rymus let the rubbery hard nipple slide from his mouth, he moved his face lower. Now he kissed her belly, his hot mouth moving to within a few inches above the elastic waistband of her panties. Eileen put one hand on the top of his head. At first she intended to push downwards and persuade him to kiss her cuntlips, then she changed her mind and tugged on his hair to make him straighten up.
"You seem overdressed in those pajamas, Mr. Rymus," she teased him, "let me take them off for you."
She was undoing the buttons of the jacket before he could answer. Not that he would have protested. Her beautifully white and manicured fingers drew on the cord of the pajama trousers. It did not release-a knot formed in it and caused her to change her line of approach. She used both hands to pull open the fly front and his rigid, short but very thick, circumicsed penis reared up into view.
The sight of that rosy throbbing smooth head of his thick prick made her lose temporary control. She needed it so badly. She bent her face down and took it in her open lips. Slowly her wet tongue lapped over the ever-increasingly throbbing penis. He lovingly caressed her pretty hair as her head bobbed in front of his loins.
Now she was pushing him, her mouth still over his prick's shaft, back to the bed and as he fell upon it on his back she had to let his well-stimulated dick slither from her mouth.
In a flash, the hot thick cock was being enveloped by another "mouth" ... for Eileen had swiftly straddled across him, her cunt thrusting down onto his prick to make their sexual parts one unit. She closed her eyes and began to frig gently on that fat prick.
"Ah ... at last ... that's what I wanted...." she panted.
Mark Rymus moved in tempo with her, his hands reaching up to toy and fondle her swaying hanging breasts. What a crime if they had missed this opportunity of lustful hump-pleasure he thought. But it had only been her boldness in coming to his room that had made it possible. He would not have made the first move towards her, not with the prospect of that fat commission from Bruce Kimley's new band. He must tell her after this that he had lusted after her since the first time they had been introduced, but had not dared to make advances.
She got her hands to his chest and used her arms to help lever her body up and down on his thick cock.
"Oooooohaaaa ... what a wonderfully thick, solid dick...." she moaned, "wonderful ... keep it up my cunt, dear ... aaaarrgghh ... keep it well up me for a little bit longer darling," she urged him as she felt his cock throbbing and getting ready to spurt its load of hot scum.
Mark Rymus used all his will-power to keep his orgasm back. He had often wondered what the lovely Mrs. Kimley would be like in bed ... now he was finding out ... she was paradise itself ... she was so warm and moist ... so tight and groovy ... she had a cunt that made this cock fit her like a finger in a too tight glove.
"Aaaarrrgghh ... you're a gorgeous fuck...." he panted, "and you've got nice big titties ... I love 'em like that ... why didn't you give me the eye before ... we could have been fucking like this often ... aaarghh ... I wish I knew you liked fucking this much ... do you like my big fat dong, eh? Not bad, is it?"
"It's pretty good," she gasped, "I've never had a circumcised prick before ... it's not like anything I've ever had ... aaarrggh ... it's thicker than...." she had enough sense left to check what she was going to say, which was that it was thicker than Give's father's penis. She didn't want this agent to know that she had been fucking around with their housekeeper's husband. The less he knew about her affairs the better ... then she could enjoy fucking with anybody she fancied ... so long as Bruce never found out.
He knew he was going to come any minute and told her so, letting out the long intake of breath he had been holding ... he couldn't wait any longer. Suddenly she was quaking and trembling, frigging wildly up and down on his stomach. It was obvious she was having her much needed climax ... his cock throbbed violently and shot its load of spurting semen.
She moaned and collapsed down on top of him. She seemed quite oblivious of any lack of precaution as his hot unchecked sperm inundated her convulsing cunt. As he lay panting under her, he knew that her own bed in the adjoining room would not be required that night. He must remember to tell her to rumple it in the morning ... just in case. With a hot sexy piece of ass like this in his bed, he would probably break his own record of "coming" five times in a night. Certainly one thing was for sure, he was going to use this lovely wet clinging cunt-hole as many times as he could before the hotel maid brought them their early cup of morning tea-by which time they would both be decorously in their own rooms as though nothing had happened.
If only the new band that Kimley had formed was half as good as Mrs. Eileen Kimley was in bed then the little prick-pusher's commission was going to be a sum worth having!
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
I managed to interest old Davies in putting up the money to publish a sex magazine. He had loads of money and I didn't see why he shouldn't share it around a little. Not that he lost money-on the contrary he did very well out of it. He read it every month positively drooling at the mouth over the nude pictures and showing a great interest in the correspondence columns.
"Look here," he said to me one day after the fifth publication. 'I'm dying to meet some of these chaps who write in the reader's letters part of your magazine. Is it possible to get in touch with them?"
I was very cautious. An editor's job is difficult enough and one of his tasks is to protect his contributors.
"What do you want to do that for?"
"I just thought it would be a friggin' good idea to get them down to my place for a dirty weekend with their girl friends. I suppose they do really exist I mean you don't write the letters yourself?"
"Of course not!" I said indignantly. "They are satisfied readers who just write and tell me about their own experiences."
"Well-do you think they'd come?"
"I don't know. I'll write and ask."
Which I did. Most of them were only too delighted to accept the invitation for a weekend at Davies' luxurious home. Only two had refused. One on health grounds and the other because of girl trouble. It had been a condition of the invitation that each brought their own girl friend and they must be perfectly willing to mix and share. No nonsense about 'property rights'!
So I told old Davies it was all fixed, the place, the date and the time. He was like a dog with two pricks, crazy about the idea. As I've said, he was rolling in dough, so I thought it a good policy to arrange for him to have fun with each and every girl if he wished. I knew he would make it worth their while. Above all he would be under an obligation to me, which I intended to take full advantage of.
His house was in just the right spot, just outside of London and in a pretty deserted area. It was ideal for the purpose. So I had left him grinning hugely at the idea and with his words ringing in my ears:
"And don't forget to bring that provocative, sexy little Patsy I've heard so much about-on Saturday."
For Saturday had been the appointed date, but I was a wee bit dubious about Patsy. She was a nice kid and I couldn't see her fitting in very well with old Davies' sensual and sadistic idea. A "nice kid" you say, then what the heck's she doing with a guy like me? Well, by that I mean she hadn't been around much and although she had taken well to my little bit of "fun" at last Christmas's party, I reckoned I was the first guy who had played around with her-outside of the local schoolboys, perhaps!
However, I had been the one to make the conditions "share and share alike" and I guessed I would have to observe the rules.
So there I was, traveling down with Patsy to the rendezvous at old Davies' place. It was midday and a brilliant early Spring sun shone and made life seem very gay and exciting. It also shone full on the windshield, making it quite a task to drive and somewhat handicapping my style. It forced me to relax my arm around Patsy's waist and concentrate on my driving.
It had been a comparatively easy matter to get Patsy to come along for the weekend. Again her mother was away (her father being dead) and the youngster left alone in charge of an elder brother. But that precious boy didn't want to waste his time on his sister; he had other things to fuck around with-mostly female things! For he had grown up wild and self-willed and with far too much money and lack of parental control than was good for a young fellow. So when his sister had told him she wanted to go away for the weekend, saying she was going to stay with a friend, Muriel, the boy was only too eager to see the last of her. It would leave the ground clear for him! And I guessed I could trust Patsy, she would be the soul of discretion, providing old Davies didn't upset things. I decided I had better have a talk to him as soon as we arrived.
As I drove along, I did a bit of explaining to her. I thought it best to tell her that it would be quite a party, like the time we had at Christmas, only more so. I told her other girls would be there and men, and that she must not mind mixing a bit. She laughed and squeezed my arm, saying:
"Of course not, silly! It sounds like a lot of fun to me," and then added in a softer, seductive voice: "And it sounds like being very naughty, too!"
Amazing these girls of sixteen today-for that was all she was! I could have hugged her to me with joy! But I just kept on driving, hearing her impetuous chatter and joking back at her. Very shortly we turned from the main road and took some tortuous turnings and finally pulled up in front of the Davies house.
"Oh, what a big place!" she exclaimed, looking round with wide, excited eyes.
"Yes. Come on-jump out!" I cried, and assisting her from the car, led her up to the front door.
A ring on the bell was quickly answered by a man-servant who would have shown me in had I not moved him aside. I knew my way well around here, and holding Patsy by the arm. escorted her in and made my way to the big hall where I guessed the party would assemble.
Before I got anywhere near, I knew that some of the guests had arrived at any rate. For sounds of animated chatter proceeded from the room and the clinking of glasses, mingled with the sounds of feminine laughter and the gruff voices of men. All told me that they were getting acquainted. I hastened forward and pushed open the door-a merry sight met my eyes.
There was my friend, Auto, reclining comfortably in an easy chair with two beauties on either side. One, a brunette whom I knew, was seated on the left side with her arm around his neck; on the other side, seated on the well-padded arm of the chair and also with an arm around him, was a fair girl and quite young.
A big fat man stood in front of the fire and, with glass in hand, was relating a tale with gusto. While in another easy chair sat old Davies with a gorgeous blonde on his lap. Her skirt had become fluffed up and she was shoving quite a nice bit of leg, and I could see she was well made and probably the oldest girl in the room.
As I came into the room they greeted me and old Davies reluctantly put down his precious burden and got up to introduce me. He took me by the hand, peering lecherously into the eyes of my young companion. After I had introduced Patsy to him, I was introduced to the guests and they to me. The big fat man took my hand heartily, nearly wringing it off and introduced himself as John Gordon.
"Glad to meet you," I replied, retrieving my hand, "I've heard a lot about you-and this is...." I looked meaningly at his charming companion who had risen from the seat in which old Davies had placed her and was standing by John Gordon's side.
The girl blushed ever so slightly at the reference and I held her hand in soft pressure, looking into her sky-blue eyes and marveling at her lush form and golden hair. Her development was glorious, voluptuous. The low-cut dress she was wearing showed her full, rounded breasts to advantage and I could just see the tops of them with the shadow of a dark valley running between. She was certainly quite something.
A younger man now came forward, the youngest in the company, and introduced himself as Rod well.
"Call me Roddy," he explained and then called over to a slim but finely made girl who was sitting on the arm of my friend's chair. "This is Betty. Betty meet Jayceebee," he said, rolling the initials all in one and making the name sound quite attractive and distinguished.
Betty was fair; not so markedly as John Gordon's girl, but fair nevertheless, with a streak of lighter hair brushed up in the middle. It was fascinating and the girl must have noticed how my attention was drawn to it, for she explained it away and said that it had always been tike that it was the sun that had bleached it!
I laughed and complimented her on her attractive hair and dress. Her trim figure seemed to have been poured into her simple but becoming dress. The belt in the middle was pulled in tightly and showed a slim waist with swelling hips and thighs and a shapely ass.
Then my attention was called to my old friend and I greeted Auto, shaking hands with his young companion who was smiling at me knowingly:
"Daphne-meet my friend," said Auto, smiling.
"Er ... we've met," I said, "but charmed to see you again."
Auto's brunette was no stranger to me. I now knew that if Patsy ran out on me and I was in need of a little feminine solace, Daphne would be accomodating. And the saucy wink she gave me, assured me that this was so-as if I had needed any reassurance!
Now I looked around. Surely someone was missing? Yes-there was one couple short. But I had hardly thought about it before the door opened and the man-servant ushered in none other than-Laurie!
Laurie was a tall, lean fellow; elderly, with hair greying at the temples, making him look rather distinguished-but everyone's attention was riveted on the girl coming in with him.
Up until now it had been obvious that Phyllis was the oldest girl in the room, being about eighteen. But the girl coming in with Laurie was tall, stately and must have been about twenty. She had glistening black hair-so black that it positively shone. She must have used hair cream to get it to gleam like that. She walked on her high-heeled shoes across the room like a goddess, her lovely long slender legs revealing her shapely form as the dress rippled to her movements.
She had on some beautiful sables which must have cost her a lot of sleep and which she discarded, revealing her long, ankle-length evening gown. It was all in black with a pearl necklace around her milky white throat.
Laurie grinned, as if to say "She's a pip, isn't she?" and introduced us.
The girl spoke with a finely modulated voice, putting it on. She held on to the men's hands, looking deeply into their eyes, but high-hatting and ritzing the girls. I could see she was not going to be very popular with the girls anyhow!
Doris Drake, that was her name, accepted a glass of wine from old Davies and that old whoremaster monopolized her straight away.
"Where did you find that ritzy one?" I asked my friend.
"She's pretty good, eh?" he said, speaking in short snappy jerks. "And she knows it, too!"
"Yes, so it seems," I agreed. "But where did you find her?"
"Where did I find such a honey? Well, she wasn't like that when I first picked her up. The old Earl of Dorchester did that for her!" he said confidentially, watching Doris on the other side of the room.
"You don't mean that this is the girl you wrote about in the magazine?" I asked.
"Yep, the very one. If you remember I picked her up outside a cinema, gave her a couple of drinks and a few bucks and tried her out. After that I took her along to the jolly old Earl and he did the rest! Real good-looker, ain't she?" and he took a hefty sip of his wine.
"She certainly is. But she's quite sophisticated, even mature. How old is she?" I asked.
"Have a guess."
"Over twenty, I should say."
"That's where you're wrong-she's only just turned eighteen! Marvelous what they can do with the old lipstick, eye pencil and what-not, ain't it?"
"Ain't it ... er ... isn't it!" I agreed. I looked round to have another eyeful of this dame. She was now nowhere to be seen and neither was old Davies!
"Well, I'll be a so-and-so-she's disappeared-and so has our host!" I exclaimed.
Laurie took a hasty look around and then grinned at me and winked.
"He'll find Doris very accomodating-the Earl did!"
Other guests were flocking around John Gordon. He was telling one of his yarns again and Laurie left me to join the others.
I looked around for Patsy. She was sitting quietly in an armchair, listening to John Gordon. I went up to her and as quietly as I could, I signified that I wanted her to come with me. She got up and we stealthily tip-toed away. I had a pretty good idea where old Davies had gone and also had a good idea as to what he was doing.
Apparently Laurie had given his girl a perfectly honest idea of what was expected of her and also impressed her with old Davies' wealth.
"Where are we going?" asked Patsy.
I smiled, "You'll see. Come on."
We went along a corridor that I knew led behind old Davies' study. We went into the room next to the old boy's study and, telling Patsy to come in quietly, I closed the door and tip-toed over to the wall. There was a sliding panel just here which I had used many a time. Patsy was astounded to see me softly slide the panel across, just enough, so that we could both see into the room.
Patsy went, "Oooohh!"
I put my hand over her mouth to stop the sound and she opened her eyes wide at what she saw. For, sure enough, there was Doris and old Davies! The old boy was sitting down and the ravishing girl was standing in front of him. Apparently he was flattering her and inducing her to lift up her skirt and show him her long, luscious legs. We saw the girl pick up her skirts and laughingly raise them up above her knees.
But that wasn't good enough for the old boy and he wanted them higher. So Doris obliged, raising them up to her thighs and showing just the faintest glimpse of lacy underwear.
"Lovely! Lovely!" he sighed and with a quick movement he put out his hand and before the girl could even withdraw or lower her skirt, had she wanted to, old Davies had touched a sensitive cunt-spot between her thighs.
"Oh!" cried the girl in some surprise. She let her skirt drop and raised her hands in mock horror.
The old fellow laughed and rising from his chair, advanced towards her.
"Oooh!" said my fair companion, as she watched, "just look what he's doing!"
I smiled and got my hand around Patsy's slim body, hugging her close as we watched. Old Davies had pulled the girl close to him and one hand was tugging up her dress. We could not hear all that was said, and apparently the girl did not want the man to spoil her evening dress. She was remonstrating with him and trying to get free from his grasp; and also apparently, the old boy was suggesting other things to her, for we would see her shrug her shoulders and the man indicating something about her dress.
Then we caught a few words:
"Well-don't look then...." and the girl made old Davies turn his back towards her. Then with a few swift movements she had undone the gown at the side and was letting it slide down her body.
I knew Patsy was thrilled at the sight, to say nothing of myself, for I felt my young companion tremble and wriggle closer to me.
As for me, I was enthralled. The sight of that lovely, exquisite young lady, her lovely bare shoulders gleaming like marble, and the creamy, luscious thighs and shapely legs filled me with desire. I pressed Patsy closer still.
When old Davies looked round his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Doris only wore one fragile garment and this was an all-in-one pantie and slip combined. It was in black silk like her dress, trimmed with delicate white rosettes and fitting her young body as if it had been made to measure-which it probably had been. It was an exquisite undergarment, and must have been created by an exclusive dressmakers and cost a great deal of money.
Cut low at the back and front, it revealed just enough of her young, well-moulded breasts to excite and arouse ones desires. The silken garment was fitted onto her tits like a second skin.
Then my eyes traveled down to her belly, hips and thighs. One could see clearly the outline of her cunt and bush-hair and it was fascinating indeed to see the glimpse of white flesh showing through the almost transparent garment. Apparently it buttoned up between her legs, thus forming the panties, for it hung gracefully around her hips and thighs as she posed for the old man's benefit.
As for old Davies, he was beside himself! His fingers clawed forward, touching at the white flesh. The girl smiled and was obviously provocatively exciting him to the utmost. His hands stroked her legs, thighs and breasts. Now, holding her tightly to him with one arm around her waist, his other hand was fumbling between her thighs, unbuttoning the little strip of silken material that divided the legs of the panty-slip.
I could feel Patsy breathing deeply and quickly beside me and I let my hand slide down from her waist and rest on her young ass. As she said nothing or made any effort to resist me, I gradually drew up her short skirt, raising it over her ass until I could feel her rounded asscheeks encased in a silken covering. I stroked Patsy's ass gently, so as not to frighten her, although I don't think I need have worried. I felt her asscheeks give a fascinating little wobble and her legs trembled slightly. But for this, she gave no sign that anything was amiss and she kept her eyes glued to the slit in the wall-not missing a thing.
I was torn between continuing to watch old Davies and the girl and looking down at my sweet companion's ass. It was indeed erotic sensualism as I struggled to make my choice. My hand was doing overtime around Patsy's asshole, fondling and then parting the cheeks. And then, after finding her sweet little asshole, I finally came to her cunt.
But I was not satisfied to play with her through the material of her panties, even though they were of silk.
Gradually I raised my hand and fumbled around at the elastic at the top. My fingers soon went inside and eagerly pulled up the soft material which was covering her ass and felt the warm, tingling flesh.
Patsy gave a little jump as she felt my fingers touch the bare flesh and I pressed her close with a word of endearment, and said:
"Just look at old Davies now-hatever is he going to do?"
I knew full well what he was going to do, for I knew that position only too well, but it served to take Patsy's attention from my fooling around with her asshole, and it worked admirably.
Davies had induced the girl to lie full out on the divan, and pulling up the little strip of material that ran between her legs, was kneeling down and letting his lips run up and down her thighs, each time bringing his lips closer to the sweet cunt that was pouting between her luscious legs. And the girl was enjoying it as much as the man. She lay in an abandoned position, smiling and giggling, and each time the man's lips approached her twat she would open her legs slightly in anticipation of being kissed in such an intimate and sensitive spot.
But old Davies continued to tease her until he had the girl practically panting for him to cuntlap her and, at last, with a groan, he thrust his head in between those luscious thighs and, burying his face in her cunt, sucked away delightfully. At least, that was the appearance that we were given to believe, for Doris sighed, wriggled, opened her thighs to their fullest extent and pressed his head into her twat with her dainty hands.
I, too was experiencing the charms of girlish delights. My hand stroking Patsy's bare ass, together with the erotic scene she was witnessing, this produced a most sensual effect on her. She was trembling visibly now and her asscheeks shook under the soft pressure of my hand.
I was encouraged to become more daring, and my fingers under the soft material of her panties went deep into the recesses and found her moist, warm, palpitating cunt nestled deliciously under the cheeks of her plump ass.
My fingers played with the lips of her virgin cunt, making her sigh and give vent to little 'oooh's'. Then one finger searched inside, wriggling around and feeling the moist saliva of her cunt on my finger. But I was scared lest old Davies should discover us. Not that he would have minded us spying on him, I don't suppose-but one had to be careful. I didn't want to offend him at this early stage.
To my surprise, I saw the old boy get up from his knees, his mouth all moist and glistening with the girl's cunt-juice, and help her to her feet. Willingly doing up the small piece of material under her cunt he made her giggle and squirm deliciously. As I said, I was surprised, for I had imagined that he would have been good for at least an hour. I was amazed he hadn't reamed her asshole-for that was his overpowering passion, that and-flagellation!
But apparently he was saving that for later, for I could see him talking intimately to the girl, and the girl raising her thin penciled eyebrows at his suggestions. I was to learn subsequently that the girl was to come to him (after the luncheon and the preliminary "fun") and he was going to smack her asscheeks and then fuck her-round the rear. For this he was going to make it worth her while, and apparently the girl had agreed.
I smiled rather cynically to myself, thinking that Doris didn't know what a time she was in for. When old Davies got a naked ass in front of him, it was just dandy-dandy for Davies, I mean.
I watched the old man give the girl a great bear hug of a kiss, while his lecherous hands ran up and down her body. He helped her back into her evening gown, taking full advantage of feeling up her writhing tits and ass as she eeled into it. He smoothed it down with licentious hands and finally gave her a little pat on her rump and sent her packing downstairs.
"Come on, darling," I whispered to my girl, pulling my finger out of her cunt and letting the elastic of her panties go back with a snap-"they've finished for now."
Patsy seemed quite sorry to feel my finger being withdrawn and sighed as I let her skirt fall back into position. She made out she was busily engaged in tidying up, fixing her hair and smoothing out her skirt, but I could see her give quick, furtive glances at me in a hopeful kind of way and I noticed her cheeks were flushed and her eyes very bright.
I, too, was sorry to leave but I consoled myself that the time was early and that if I was any judge of a girl, Patsy and I would have quite a hump-time later on. Judging by Patsy's reaction so far she wasn't going to throw a fit of prudery on me.
I discreetly pointed out the kind of things that went on in this house, as she had just witnessed and what she might expect if old Davies laid hands on her himself. She smiled, gave a little shudder and put her arm in mine. I wasn't quite sure what she meant by it, perhaps she thought I would necessarily come to her rescue if Davies approached her. She did not, after all, know about the share and share alike rule which I had made.
We walked along the corridor and she excused herself at the end of the passage:
"I'm just popping into the toilet to put on a spot of powder and freshen up," she said coyly.
I guess she would have been quite content if I had stepped into the toilet with her, for she paused at the door smiled, and waited a second.
"Hurry up, then," I said, continuing on down the corridor, "I'll wait for you downstairs."
She gave a little pout and vanished. I walked on smiling to myself. I knew exactly the kind of 'powdering' she wanted to do! She wanted urgently to jerk herself off after what she had seen in the study between Davies and the girl. My finger had merely served to make the masturbation more urgent.
Not that I wouldn't have liked to go into the toilet with her, but Davies was still up in his study and I didn't want him to see me snooping into the Ladies' powder room. I wanted to keep on the good side of him for a very specific reason.
CHAPTER TWO
Downstairs I met the other couples, all now getting "well acquainted", and we were shortly joined by old Davies, and then by Doris.
The dark-haired girl had obviously taken time off to go to the Ladies Room too, for she was looking quite composed and unruffled. In fact, had I not witnessed the sexy scene with my own eyes, I would not have believed it possible. Her sleek black shining hair was more glamorous, if possible, and the black evening gown clung to her body as if it were glued on. Certainly no one in the company would have suspected that she had just experienced a hell of a time and that just recently she had been practically stripped and had just been cuntlapped. Neither would I, had I not witnessed it with my own eyes.
My Patsy returned in a few seconds and our host suggested that we now partake of luncheon. All were agreed and we filed into the large dining room, where a sumptuous repast had been prepared.
The two servants of Mr. Davies (a Jap and his wife) moved around the table softly, replacing dishes and refilling glasses and their immobile faces never for one moment changed; not even when maidenly voices would be raised in protest at the audacity of their male companions' hands. For one could see by the little jerks of the women and the sly movements of the men that masculine hands were getting to work underneath the table.
And the wine flowed like water!
I sipped some of mine and got a positive kick. Not being an habitual drinker, I sipped it and waited to see its effect on other more daring spirits than mine, who were really guzzling it down. For it was more than likely that this was a special potent brew and that old Davies had probably "doctored" it, in order to get the guests in the right horny mood. I was amused to see the sophisticated Doris cough and sputter over the drink and wondered what the effect would be on the less sophisticated ones. I could only wait and see.
The luncheon over, we adjourned to the big hall where old Davies suggested that the company would perhaps like to see a film show. The company was delighted, especially the girls. My Patsy, being the youngest one there, clapped her hands excitedly. I smiled because I had a good idea what the films were like-having seen some of the old man's sexy exhibition before. Doubtless this showing would be no less an erotic hard-on stimulant than some of the other films I had previously seen at Mr. Davies' place.
So we all entered the room and drew our chairs up some little distance from the screen. Patsy and I sat together and next to me sat Daphne and my friend, Auto. I had not given particular notice to this arrangement until the lights were dimmed and I felt the soft pressure of a silken leg upon mine. I cautiously glanced round and saw that my fair tormentor was none other than Auto's Daphne! I returned the pressure and settled down to enjoy the film, which I was sure would be interesting.
The first film was a corker!
It showed a young man visiting his young lady. The rapturous kisses in the hallway, the surreptitious wandering of the young man's hands over his sweetheart's lush body and then the gradual lifting of her dress around the back and the stroking of her voluptuous asscheeks. As the picture was taken from the back view we had a good exhibition of the plump cheeks encased in the sheerest of nylon panties with the man's hand caressing and feeling. Especially as the camera came up and gave us a close-up.
I heard many a female sigh and give a little cry, and in the darkness I guessed many a male hand was wandering. As for my Patsy, I could feel her snuggling close beside me and I place my arm around her shoulder, drawing her nearer. The pressure of Daphne's leg upon mine on the other side increased and I let my hand fall to the back of her chair, resting it by her ass. I felt her give a little wriggle and I guess she knew what I was about to do. Thus encouraged my hand explored the cheeks of her ass, unbeknown to my friend, Auto.
I wished I might have been able to have lifted her dress at the back and get nearer to the softness of her wonderful backside, but that would have been too conspicuous and Auto would have known that I was messing about with his girl.
The film had taken us into a bedroom now and the man had got his girl to remove her dress and slip, and he was exploring her semi-naked charms while the girl writhed in sweet ecstasy on the luxurious bed. The couple went through the gamut of sexual eroticism until finally the man, unable to stand any more, brought out his tremendous prick and flashed it in full view of the audience, in preparation to frigging his willing companion on the bed.
A cry of 'ooooh' went through the female section of the audience and then we were given the pleasure of seeing the man mount the girl, spreading her luscious thighs wide apart and ramming his cock ruthlessly into the girl's quivering cunt.
Then the camera performed a funny little trick. It flashed us over to a cupboard in the corner of the room and here we spied a girl, obviously intended to be the other girl's younger sister, peeping through a keyhole and watching the fucking performance of her elder sister.
I bent low and whispered into Patsy's ear:
"She's like you, Patsy, and isn't it like the scene we witnessed only a little while ago?"
For the girl in the picture was about Patsy's age-I should say sixteen or so. Patsy smiled and nodded her head and pressed closer into me.
Now the man in the picture really got to work on the girl-and so did the girl in the cupboard. Unable to remain passive or unmoved at the erotic frigging before her, she lifted her clothes and we discovered that, conveniently enough, she did not wear any intimate garment underneath.
Now we were treated to the sight of the girl frigging herself for all she was worth, pushing her middle finger in and out of her young cunt with energy and vigor. This brought forth a whispered remark from my Patsy:
"Oooo! Isn't it terrible? But lovely...."
I smiled and removed my arm from around her shoulder and placed it on her knees. I felt Patsy jump and automatically her legs opened. My hand gradually shifted from her knee and up to the fleshy part of her legs, thrilling at the touch of warm, bare flesh as I got above the stocking.
"You should try that sometime!" I whispered to her, indicating the girl in the film. Imagine my surprise when she whispered back:
"Oh I do-often! But I like it best when you do it!"
That was the all-clear! Swiftly my hand made a bee-line for her intimate parts, rapidly going under her nylon underclothes and fumbling under the legs of her panties. But Patsy was not so sophisticated as the other girls-for remember, she was only just sixteen! I cursed as I felt the tight elastic legs of her panties stopping me from reaching my objective. Then I felt a soft hand placed on mine and taken and shown the 'way in'. She took my hand and, placing it at the top of her panties, stretched wide the elastic and pushed my hand down. I was delighted to feel a nice warm belly under my hand-she had drawn up her best-and as my hand traveled down I could just feel her cute bush above her warm moist cuntlips.
Now to get between her thighs. As my fingers explored I felt Patsy open her legs wide and in another second I was tickling her pouting cunt. Apparently similar things were happening to the girl at the side of me, Daphne I mean. I could feel her wriggling in ecstasy and I knew it was not just the pressure of my leg against hers, or the touch of my other hand on her ass.
No, sir! Auto was getting to work on her clitoris!
The lascivious cunts of the two girls either side of me was most suggestive and stimulating and my prick was standing up like a bar of iron and throbbing like mad. I was delighted to feel Patsy's hand steal, shyly at first, to my cock and let it rest at the bulge in my trousers.
I bent low again and encouraged her with suggestive words whispered into her little ear. She sighed and as my finger in her cunt wriggled and probed deeper, she moved even closer and took the whole of my throbbing penis into her hand.
That was good but I was still not satisfied.
"Undo the zipper-take it out," I said, for I had both my hands occupied. I did not want to move my hand away from Daphne's ass and I certainly did not want to go through that business of getting my hand down the top of Patsy's panties again.
I felt Patsy timidly undoing the zipper and fumbling about trying to get at my prick. I told her to lift up my shirt and then she would feel it in all its glory. I could have almost cried out in delight as I felt Patsy's efforts at last being rewarded and a warm, dainty hand was surrounding my dong.
My attention was riveted on the screen and so I was doubly surprised and pleased at what happened next. For another feminine hand was laid on my person and, looking down, I found that Daphne had taken a liking to my throbbing prick also.
As I peered forward in the darkness I could see the sheen of nylon legs where Auto had got his young mistress's skirt up and I could discern a hand delving underneath the lacy garments. Daphne was grasping not only my cock but Auto's as well, for in her other hand I could see the shape and form of a virile erect dong and the girl was frigging it well.
With two cocks in her hand she was doing great! I was well-pleased also. The flutter of two feminine hands at my cock was much to my liking, even though I was appaled at the idea of Auto discovering the infidelity of Daphne. I was to laugh at this later.
Now something was happening on the screen. The young girl in the closet had been discovered in the spying; apparently her vigorous efforts to make herself come had called the loving couple's attention to the hiding place. They dragged the young girl out and threw her onto the bed. Up went her clothes, showing a fine pair of naked limbs and a plump ass.
The elder sister, enraged at being spied upon, threw herself at the young girl, swearing revenge and saying that she must be taught a lesson. Judging by the young man's face he was greatly in approval with his sweetheart's suggestion for he could not keep his eyes from that girlish ass.
Immediately the two of them set about the youngster, belaying her left and right and the fellow hitting at her bare flesh. Then the elder sister sat upon the youngster's back and called on her friend to tan the girl's asscheeks. This the fellow set to with might and main, rapidly reddening those lovely cheeks.
The film ended with the fellow on the bed with both the girls, on either side, and giving the younger sister her first early lessons in fucking.
Then suddenly the lights flashed up and you should have heard the cry of dismay from the audience! I imagine that old Davies had done it deliberately for everyone had been caught unawares. As for me-I did my best to retrieve my hand from under Patsy's skirt and remove the other one from Daphne's asshole at the same time. Swift as I was, the girls were even swifter-in an instant Patsy had withdrawn her hand and Daphne was doing the same. But not swift enough! Auto looked at me ... looked at my standing cock-and then laughed!
"In another few minutes I guess you would have been bathing Patsy's hand with some hot scum, eh? Not to mention-Daphne!" he said.
I laughed a bit self-consciously and stammered out:
"Er ... yes, I suppose so ... er, did you say Daphne?"
"Yes-Daphne, you old scoundrel! Did you think I was not aware that Daphne had hold of your cock? Ha, ha! It was at my suggestion that she did it. I only hope you will be as generous...." and he looked across meaningly at Patsy, who got his point and blushed.
Now old Davies was suggesting that we have some more drinks and really get the party going. I smiled. This was going to be it! The guests were gaily excited now and the flushed faces of most of the girls told its own story of too much strong drink and over-excited sexual passions.
So round went the drinks again and old Davies suggested that we engage in the frivolous pastime of the game of 'Forfeits'.
In this game each one must be asked a question and those failing to give a correct answer have to pay the forfeit asked. You've probably played it at Christmas' parties with the kids-although the way we played it was certainly not for kids!
Laurie was the first one to be asked a question and a pretty stiff one at that. Of course, he failed to answer and I guess most of the questions were framed in such a way as to prevent guests from getting the correct answer.
Having failed to answer, Davies handed him an envelope containing instructions and Laurie opened it. The next moment we all roared our approval as Laurie read out:
"Choose your girl and make her stand on her head, take down her drawers, fill her cunt with champagne and then drink it."
Laurie grinned and made towards Doris; the girl gave a little scream and ducked away, crying out:
"Ohno ... no! Please!"
But we would not take no for an answer and many hands seized the ritzy girl, eager to see the spectacle of her standing with her legs in the air and the man drinking from her cunt.
She protested-but not too strongly. Then she complained that it would spoil her lovely gown and suggested that we let her go so that she might remove it. This we did, helping her off with the gown and keeping an eye on her to see that she did not escape; but we need not have worried for I think she was only too pleased to show off in front of company.
Soon we had her down to her lovely lingerie-the exquisite single garment I had already been privileged to see her in at Patsy's and my little private preview.
It was quite a lot of fun standing her up on her head; twice she toppled and finally Laurie had her grasped firmly round the legs while he quickly undid the little button which held the fragile piece of material in position between her legs. It fell apart and the soft lingerie was pushed aside and we positively drank in her charms.
Laurie, standing close to her, rammed his stiff eager prick against her cunt. The girl almost wobbled over again and all the guests began to cry out that he was cheating. The forfeit only called for him to fill her cunt with champagne and drink from it.
Laurie looked quite disappointed but he was compelled to carry out the rules of the game.
"I'd much sooner do what I was doing," he muttered as he got to his knees and brought his head into line with the dark-haired girl's cuntlips. Many hands held the girl's legs and thighs, keeping her firmly in this upside-down position while Laurie was handed a bottle from which he commenced to fill up Doris's cunt.
Her pussy was filled to overflowing, with the girl kicking her legs and screaming in excited merriment. Laurie put his face between her thighs and drank most of the champagne from her cunt, mixed with her natural twat-jucies, and then licked her cunt dry.
Now the party was really getting into its stride. All were laughing and joking. Old Davies called on his next victim. It was my pal, Auto. He had to name the capital of Greece and he said:
Threepence!"
Of course he did it purposely, he wanted to pay a forfeit, I guess, especially if they were all as pleasant and exciting as the first one had been. He received his envelope and read out that he 'must make three go into two'. He scratched his head in a puzzled fashion. With quite a few suggestions from the others, he decided to accept John Gordon's version.
"Right! Come on-two of you!" he cried.
Naturally his own Daphne was drawn out to the center of the room and then he seized on my Patsy. This was his way of getting his own back, I suppose, for sharing his Daphne some little while ago. I was a bit dubious of Patsy being chosen, but the kid entered into the spirit of the thing in fine style. She jumped up and went into the center of the room and I noticed that she staggered a little as she walked.
"All right, George!" calling me by my first name. "You can come into this as well."
Rapidly I jumped up and entered into the fun!
"Up with their skirts, John," said Auto and started to put the words into action by pulling up Daphne's clothes.
The girls giggled as we exposed their legs and intimate underwear.
"Now for some cord," said Auto, looking round.
Mr. Davies was quite obliging and soon furnished the necessary cord. Standing the girls face to face and close together, Auto bound them, not too tightly, but just sufficient for the purpose.
"That's excellent!" cried Auto, tucking up his girl's skirt and fixing them around the waist. I did the same to Patsy and then Auto cried, "Down with their panties!"
Patsy protested weakly at my efforts to remove her most intimate garment, but I smiled and reassured her. My eager fingers fumbled around the top of her panties and, widening the elastic, I pulled them over her hips and ass and then down her thighs where I let them hang around her knees.
Auto had a simpler job, for his beauty wore a similar garment to Doris's, only not so elaborate. Daphne wore an all-in-one garment which served the purpose of slip and panties, it buttoned underneath her thighs like the previous garment and Auto had quite a nice time kneeling down and fumbling about between her thighs. I suspect that the man deliberately prolonged the operation and in any case, seemed to enjoy it.
Daphne often pretended to be coy but actually I knew from experience that she was a fast little bitch with well-developed amorous propensities and an amazing capacity to take-and an avidity for hot cock!
"Now! Has anyone got a dildo, Mr. Davies?" asked Auto.
Has Mr. Davies got a dildo! Why, many was the time I had seen old Davies have quite a good time with a girl who was afraid to take his prick-but didn't object to the dildo!
It was quickly procured and strapped around my Patsy's loins, with the knob pointing upwards to Daphne's belly.
I was beginning to wonder how this was going to work out. I couldn't quite see how this carried out the words of the forfeit-'three into two' ... but I was soon to find out.
Taking two table-tennis racquets (and what an ideal weapon they make!) he handed me one and retained the other for his own use. I quickly caught on as he indicated two lovely, plump, girlish asses to be attended to.
"Right-get going George!" cried Auto, and feeling between Daphne's thighs got the dildo into the desired position, even parting the lips of her cunt so that the knob of the dildo was all ready for the insertion then started to whack her luscious asscheeks.
I felt sorry for Patsy as she cried out as my first blow caught her fairly on the cheeks-but I couldn't resist such a temptation as this, and swiftly overcame my scruples at the sight of that glorious, girlish ass quivering and trembling-and reddening under my blows.
"Right! Now get the blows to come down together," said Auto, and we timed the aim so that as the table-tennis racquets struck at bare asses, both girls were pressed inwards at the same time.
The resultant effect was exciting to behold, for as two girlish forms were pressed together, so the dildo which was strapped to Patsy's loins pressed forward and squelched into Daphne's throbbing cunt.
"Oh-no! No more!" cried Patsy. "Please ... no more...! "
Her ass bounced up and down with really wonderful bounce and although I didn't hit too hard (remembering Patsy's youthfulness and her lack of experience) it must have been painful for her just the same.
As for Daphne, she seemed to be enjoying it for with the pause between each blow, she pushed, lunging forward on the dildo with all her force. The rubber prick must have been deeply embedded in her cunt, for she writhed and twisted lasciviously, panting and giving little 'ohs' of delight.
"All right-that's enough!" said Auto, "now we will experience the joys of 'three into two'," he added mysteriously.
Fetching out his prick he indicated for me to do the same. I was nothing loth and swiftly followed his example.
"But first...." I said, "surely-some vaseline?"
He laughed and agreed and we had a fine time sticking our fingers up respective girlish asses and working the vaseline into their assholes. Patsy liked this and it somewhat removed her fears and took away the thought of a painful ass. She wriggled delightfully on my finger and my old prick stood up like a piece of solid rock.
As for Daphne, she was like a bitch on heat! She panted and muttered incoherently, twisted and turned on Auto's finger and worked her cunt up and down on the dildo.
In my kneeling position I looked up between Daphne's thighs and I could see a whitish, creamy looking liquid oozing over the balls of the dildo-for that was all of the weapon remaining to be seen. I guessed she had already 'come'-but Auto wasn't going to let that worry him. He knew she could come again and again-as in fact, she did!
Having nicely vase-lined their assholes, we rose and took up our positions behind them, pricks in hand. Daphne was ravenous for it. As she felt Auto press up close behind her, with his prick pointed between her asscheeks and the knob of her asshole, so she pushed back. Auto panted and laughed, took her by the loins and rammed in, fairly impaling her on his dick. The girl gave a scream and her hands flew to her buttocks as if to prevent the savage attack on her anus. But Auto only laughed again, and still gripping her savagely, lunged back and forth, heeding not the girl's cries and Daphne was torn between pleasure and pain. At the front, the dildo was being pushed back and forth into her cunt, corresponding with Auto's movements in her asshole.
As for myself, I was anxious to get really stuck up Patsy, but realizing as I did her youthfulness and inexperience I was content to bring my prick up between her soft mounds of asscheek and, holding it there, just worked it up and against her anus.
However, the sight of that lovely young ass with my prick rubbing against the soft cheeks was too much for me and overcoming my scruples (once again!) I took it firmly in one hand and grasping Patsy firmly round the loins with the other, rammed it into her rectum.
Patsy, like her older companion, gave a cry of anguish and as she felt her asshole being impaled with that stiff cock, she jumped back and forth, wriggling her ass in all manner of ways and positions in an effort to free herself of my dong. All the while she implored me, between gasps as I rammed it up her, to let her go-to cease-to stop hurting her. And, of course, the more she wriggled and fought the more of my pecker did she find impaled within her. And the effect on Daphne was amazing!
As Patsy jumped back and forth, so she pushed the dildo well up the brunette's cunt and with old Auto at the rear doing his stuff, I could hold it no longer. With a gasp I cried:
"Whoops! Here I come! Hold tight-Patsy! It's coming ... coming ... coming ... ooohhh ... wonderful ... marvelous ... aaahhh!"
Auto, hearing my cries, and also on the verge of shooting his load, cried out:
"Let it go, George! Here I come! Let's shoot it up their assholes together!"
And that's exactly what we did!
Afterwards, John Gordon told us that it was the most erotic, sensual sight he had ever seen. He said with the two of us ramming our pricks for all we were worth up the respective girl's asses, what with the sight of those asses wobbling and contracting and Daphne going mad with the dildo in her cunt, it was too much for him. So, with his lovely Phyliss on his knee, his hands delved under her clothes trying to reach her twat-but he was too late-for as his fingers made contact with her soft, warm pussy, so he shot his wad inside his trousers!
Daphne was a writhing, sex maddened animal by now and when Auto released her she was moaning, half-sobbing-half-laughing. The man assisted her over to the far end of the room where he administered to her needs!
As for Patsy, I must admit she was sobbing bitterly as I carried her over towards the divan. Laying her down and comforting her I massaged her sore rectum.
Now all around us was depicted a scene of carnal lust. For the savage sodomy and sadistic spleen with which we had attacked these two girls had aroused the others to similar feats of hump-passion. There was fat John Gordon, now that his prick had shot itself out inside his trousers, standing over a reclining, golden-haired Phyllis, and begging the lovely girl to resurrect his flagging penis by taking it into her mouth-and this she was certainly not slow in doing. To judge by her dancing blue eyes and the lascivious little wriggles that she kept giving, she was enjoying sucking his dong keenly.
Rodwell had the fair Betty up in a corner and was doing things to her underneath her skirts that was nobody's business. For the way she giggled, writhed and flashed her eyes, made one think that she might have been enjoying the supreme moment of sexual bliss. And, come to think of it-perhaps she was!
Only Laurie had decided to plumb the fuck act to the utmost depth. He had turned his lush, exquisite piece of ass round so that she was bending over a chair and with the cami-panties turned well up and around her asscheeks, the man was ramming a hot, steaming pecker well into her asshole and the girl's buttocks could be plainly seen contracting upon it and drawing it in ... in ... until Laurie, with a cry, grasped her tightly around the loins and thrust back and forth like mad until he had emptied all his load of sperm into her anus.
And even when Doris came up for air and resumed her normal position, she looked around the scene with some avidity. Her dark eyes flashed wickedly and her lovely well-proportioned breasts rose up and down rapidly, as she surveyed so many males with so many pricks that could yet be destroyed!
CHAPTER THREE
"My God!" said old Davies to me. "That was an inspiring sight! To see you stuck up that sweet girl's asshole was a sight to behold. You must let me have the opportunity of frigging her," and he nudged me in the ribs.
I looked dubious and averted his gaze, I had no wish to offend him and as he repeated the question, I said:
"Well ... er ... you must use care, Mr. Davies. You know she's only a kid-and she's never been really broken in."
This was apparently a silly thing to say-for the man's eyes glistened and he rubbed his hands as he replied:
"All the more reason she should be broken in now. And who better to do it than I?"
I could think of many people I would sooner have fuck Patsy than old Davies-including myself. Luckily I was not called upon to give an answer there and then, for the old boy was called away and I was given a breathing space. But I could see that he had made up his mind about Patsy and that I should certainly have to give him his opportunity soon.
Now more drinks were being poured and someone had turned on the radio. The golden-haired Phyllis caught a protesting John Gordon round the waist and made him perform the light fantastic. It was amusing to watch.
Now it was thrilling! The voluptuous Phyllis was a splendid dancer and she was giving an exhibition of the Rhumba-then the Tango-and finally one of the latest Go-Go dances. It was a heavily panting, perspiring John Gordon who went down exhausted with a laughing excited Phyllis on top of him as with final twirls and twist the dance came to an end.
Her skirts in charming disarray and John Gordon clutching her to his breathless body, we cheered their performance and called for an encore. It was beyond John's powers of physical endurance to oblige, although I think Phyllis was quite keen on the idea.
Doris Drake, who had been eyeing Phyllis with some interest, jumped up and posed in the center of the room.
"Watch this, everyone!" she cried. "This will make her last dance seem like an old fashioned polka."
It was clear that Doris was jealous of the golden-haired, charming dispositioned Phyllis and did the dark-haired girl put on a show! For only clad in stockings, high-heeled shoes and her one piece garment she danced like the vertiable Queen of Sheba. Kicking high she would laugh at our excited exclamation and repeated it again for our benefit. The silky, filmy garment was not the garment in which to do such a dance-or was it? Perhaps it was just the garment for such a thing!
The sway of her hips and ass, the movement of sensuous swaying thighs, the movement of her young, firm titties-all were clearly out-lined as if she might have worn no garment at all. In fact, the garment only served to accentuate and make more suggestive her movements, and, of course, the tiny strip of material that ran under her legs had not been refixed and with the result that each time she threw a high kick one was given a fleeting glance of the pink cuntlips between her thighs.
The dance came to an end by old Davies rushing out and clasping the erotic, dark -haired beauty around the waist and carting her off, laughing and half protesting into a corner, where her excited protests grew in volume. The old man's hands seemed to be everywhere. As soon as the half-intoxicated Doris removed his hand from one spot so he would be fondling her in another, and as she had so little clothing with which to protect her from the ravages of his sensual touches, she was practically helpless and a victim to his lust.
And a very willing victim too, I must say. Despite maidenly protests and pretended struggle she was only too wiling to be subdued. Panting and appealing to the others to assist her in her hopeless struggle against odds, she was fucked-there and then, right before our very eyes.
I guess she wouldn't have welcomed any assistance from any outside source, unless that assistance had been perhaps in the shape of two pricks instead of one!
We roared our delight as we saw the old boy ram his stiff cock up into her juicy cunt, flattening her under him. Many an obscene remark was passed, instructing him on the best way to fuck her-and how to get the most out of it.
"Grab her ass, man!" cried Laurie, "I always get the best out of her that way!" (for remember she was his girl!)
"Bite her tittie!" yelled another, and Auto suggested that old Davies might get her up from the floor and place her on the corner of a table or something, so that we could all have a better view of his cock fucking her cunt.
Only I held my tongue. I could see the old boy was too far gone in his humping now to pay any heed to the suggestions good or otherwise and the brazen, wanton hussy was urging him on, deliberately provoking a 'come', for she was working her limbs encasing them around the old boy's legs and moving her ass up and down, drawing and sucking him in. She was sucking that man's cock as surely and effectively with her cunt as if she had been doing it with her mouth.
The next second I saw a shiver run through old Davies' body. He lifted his big ass, poised it in the air for a second and then brought it down with a massive force on the girl. He jabbed it up and down-up and down-oh, about half a dozen times or more, I should say-and I knew he was filling her cunt with his hot sperm.
The girl's head was thrown back, her luscious, painted mouth half-open, her face flushed and her dark eyes gleaming as she drew it in-sucking him off, as I have said, as if she had his cock between the lips of her pretty mouth. He moaned as he shot a terrific load of scum into her cunt.
Of course this scene added fire to our desires. Then someone hit on a good idea. I think ti was Rodwell. He shouted:
"Come on, everyone, let's put out the lights and each and everyone grab for a partner. It'll make it exciting to see whom we picked when the lights go on again. Girls-get ready-scram!"
It was all done so quickly. That's half the excitement of a game like this. Quickness ... surprise! The girls gave a little "Oh!" as the place blacked out and I could hear men groping about, trying to find a particular partner.
I made towards a certain spot where I had seen a certain girl last. I groped around, like the others trying to get to grips with a girl. Once I caught hold of a wisp of material, only to find it pulled from my clutch and with a soft, feminine chuckle, the fair charmer eluded me.
So the next time I made doubly sure. I held on for dear life and carted my laughing protesting prisoner over to a corner. I thought I recognized the girl's voice but could not be sure. She said nothing and I had only her merry laughter to go by and that was probably disguised.
Down we sank in the luxurious cushions, rolling together, our hands fondling and caressing, our lips now meeting. The sounds of the others around us all told of fair maidens being made prisoners-and not unwilling ones at that, judging by the sounds of sighing and revelry.
"Sweetheart." I gasped, as I pulled my lips away from hers. "Darling ... who are you?"
A faint little laugh mocking at my inquisitiveness was the only answer.
Now my hands traveled over her lush body. I could feel her tits-full and ripe. They were large and developed-probably the biggest breasts in the room. I knew that my prisoner was not Doris, for one. She could be eliminated, for my girl still wore a dress and all the other feminine garments that go to make up the maidenly wardrobe.
My hands were all over her. From her dress I wandered down to her hips and thighs, and then her legs. My hand fumbled under the soft material of her dress, making contact with the bare flesh of her thighs. My fingers literally trembled at the touch, as did my companion. She pulled my head down to her breasts with a sigh and I felt her fingers trying to make contact with my stiffly erect cock. With a cry of delight I tore at the fly zipper and assisted her to find my cock. She moaned softly and I placed it in her sweet hand and, holding it, she squeezed the thick shaft of my prick gently.
Meanwhile I was furthering my searching under her skirts. My fingers going every higher, suddenly found soft lacy things when they were hoping for a clear passage. It was an intimate piece of underwear of such soft delicious texture that it was heavenly to feel; and yet as my fingers groped around I made another discovery-or shall I say, elimination!
My charmer was not Doris, as I have previously explained, and furthermore, she was not either Patsy or Daphne-for this lovely girl, whoever she was, wore silken openwork FRENCH PANTIES!
My eager fingers swiftly entwined themselves in between the silken panties and my objective. It was quite an easy matter to feel up the wide-bottomed silken leg and search for her cunt.
As my fingers touched the very moist cuntlips, she sighed. It was mine! Mine for the taking!!
Waiting for a moment longer, I flung myself across the girl, my throbbing pecker pointing and poised at her vagina. With another great sigh she opened her thighs wide and, enclosing me inside, thrust upwards. My prick pulsating wildly and burning to fuck her lovely cunt, buried itself within those soft, moist folds as I crushed all my weight down on her.
It was the most glorious cunt I have ever experienced; the girl softly worked upon my cock, keeping it hard and throbbing all the while and apparently producing the most erotic and sensual feelings within her own lovely twat. Then she would contract her thighs and seeming to hold my prick tight in a vise, would squeeze my cock inside her cunt-once, twice and even three times!! Then she contracted her thighs and seemed to still be able to move inside again. She gave a soft cry, let go and started the motions of her ass all over again, and seemed to work my prick round and round inside her pussy.
Small wonder that I could scarcely contain myself and with a hoarse cry, I said:
"Darling ... you tease me ... I can't hold my scum back any longer ... darling ... I'm coming ... I'm coming...! "
She enveloped her arms around me, gave a cry of elation and said softly:
"Come my lover ... I'm waiting ... let me feel your warm vital sperm flowing and mingling with mine ... oh I WANT YOU ... I WANT YOUR COCK!" and as her glorious cultured voice reached crescendo, it was then that I knew who my partner was.
The next moment I was to have it proven. Someone snapped on the lights and I gazed down at the enraptured, radiant face of ... PHYLLIS!
"Oh, my darling...." I cried, as I felt my cock release its flood of hot semen and spurt into her cunt.
"Oh ... oh ... lover...." she sighed and her blue eyes looked into mine, holding them all the time as our cock and cunt-juices met.
We could feel the hot moisture of semen mingled with cunt-juke oozing down our legs (I could feel the stuff flowing over my balls) and it was bubbling and tingling inside ... and yet our gaze still held. It was as though not only were we fucking with out pussy and prick but with our eyes as well!
It was a lovely thrill. Suddenly Phyllis gave a terrific shudder and then a sigh-then she closed her eyes and fell back-passive, she had finished her 'pome'.
Gently I removed what had once been a real big hard-on and feeling that all the others were looking at me and that I should have to say something-I chortled:
"Once I had some rhubarb-now it's collapsed!"...." and it looks as if something else has collapsed too," said John Gordon, looking at the inert Phyllis and adding, good-humoredly. "You sure have a powerful fuck-rod there!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, I don't know about all of you but I guess I could do with a little light refreshment," said one of our company. Each was in agreement and so some light refreshment was produced. That is, if you call champagne and oysters, plus caviar sandwiches-light refreshment.
However, it served to restore our flagging spirits and as Patsy swallowed back her fourth oyster, I laughed and said:
"You know what they say about people who partake of oysters like that?"
"N-No," said Patsy, looking at me with her big eyes, "what do they say?"
"Well, they say that people who eat shellfish to that extent become very ... er ... passionate ... shall we say," I replied.
The little minx squeezed my arm and smiled up at me, "I am that already, my sweet. I think I could go for you in a big way-now...." she whispered.
But someone was announcing something. It had been agreed that each should tell a yarn before the party was through and apparently they were starting the story-telling now.
Auto was talking and we gathered round him. Daphne sat on the floor, resting her elbows on Auto's lap and looking up into his face as he rec-lined in an easy chair. The brunette had removed her dress now and sat looking up at her man with interest. But my interest was the greater for clad in her lovely "step-in" panties, she made a beautiful picture. Especially when she put her knees up and removed her elbows from Auto's lap, placed them on her own and rested her tousled head on her hands. Whether she was conscious or not of what she did, I did not know or care, and neither did she apparently, for as she sat like that with her knees up, her arms resting on them, her head down, one could see the lovely white thighs below. Where the panties buttoned up underneath, one could just make out the outline of her pouting cuntlips. It was barely covered ... and even so was practically transparent.
My attention was half-held by Auto and half by Daphne, and I must confess that in the end, it was throughly held by Daphne!
Seated in an easy chair on the opposite side was Laurie, with his ritzy Doris hying in his lap and even though the dark-haired girl was an interesting subject, she did not appeal to me nearly as much as did Daphne. Anything that Doris did was posed and acted, but with Daphne it was real and quite unassumed, or at least, that was how it appeared.
I sat down at the other side of Daphne and, pulling Patsy down with me, made her comfortable on the opposite side of me. Rodwell and Betty sat on a big divan by the wall and John Gordon sat on the padded arm, swinging a leg while Phyllis rec-lined on the floor at his feet.
Old Davies was missing and I guessed he had gone out to make some arrangements with the servents...." of course most of you are conversant with my type of yarn," said Auto, "you've read them in the magazine so ably published by our young editor over there," and he nodded over to me and everyone turned and smiled appreciatively in my direction. "And of course I've read your stories too. Some of you will remember 'Youthful Frolics' and others will remember another yarn I wrote which was called 'Sister is Best' or 'Sister was Best' I can't remember which. However, the type of yarn I am going to tell today is entirely different. This is the story of a young girl who seduced me-complete and devastingly-and yet I NEVER seduced her!
"Impossible, you say? Wait until you hear my story.
"I had been doing my usual rounds (I traveled all over the country for my firm-and very useful too, at times) when I met her. I offered her a lift in my car, thinking I would try her out and see what she was made of.
"She was a petite little brunette. A trifle too much powder and lipstick, perhaps, but don't they all! I would have said her age was about seventeen which was rather older than I usually cared to pick up. Still, I'd try anybody once, so I put one arm round her trim waist, holding on to the wheel with the other hand, and gave her a little squeeze.
"'Sweet baby,' I said, 'Give me a nice big kiss,' and I put forward my lips, pursing them up.
"The girl looked at me archly, smiled and said in a most frightfully refined voice. 'Really! Do you think that because I accepted your ... er ... generous offer ... I am that kind of a girl?'
"'Why, what other kinds are there?' I cracked back. But she did not laugh or smile and I guessed I had made a wrong move. I drove along in silence for quite a while and then she suddenly said softly, "Here, just here. You can drop me on this corner.'
"I pulled the car into the curb and stopped. A silken clad leg flashed out of the car followed by the other, then two brown, saucy eyes danced and looked into mine, holding them for a moment.
"So you were disappointed with the ride, eh? I'm not like the usual kind-and you don't know of any other kind? Well, if you would like to learn, pull up just past the 'Spaniards' Inn' tomorrow evening just after nine. That's if you want to LEARN.'
"I smiled a little to myself, perhaps cynically and then drove on, thinking.
"I doubt very much if I should have turned up on the following night had I managed to secure for myself another date. But with nothing else to do, I found myself heading towards the "Spaniards' Inn', and pulling up slowly by the curb. I looked casually at the couples and the few girls that were unaccompanied lowered their gaze as they passed by.
It was nine o'clock and getting dark. Then suddenly a girlish figure loomed in front and a voice said:
"Hello! You decided that you'd like to leant then?' and I looked into the brown, saucy, yet compelling eyes of my companion.
"I pushed open the door quickly for her to get in and it was then that I saw she had a companion with her. Confound it! She was stalling, eh? Safety in numbers?
"'Oh yes-this is a friend of mine-Rene. Rene meeter-and that's a fine thing, I don't know your name,' she said to me.
"'Oh, call me Jack!' I snapped, rather out of temper. But apparently the girls did not notice it, or else they were used to this kind of thing. They both hopped in the car double quick and I started off.
"'Where to?' I asked, thinking that I'd picked a loser. I supposed they wanted me to buy 'em drinks and things and then give me the brush off. Well, it served me right for picking up one that was so old! So old? I hear you say. At seventeen? The guy must be crazy! But I like 'em about school-leaving age. Then they don't ask any questions and are only to anxious to learn your next move even though it frightens them to think of it!
"So I was agreeably surprised to hear my companion say: 'Fancy you asking us that! I thought you were the one who knew all the answers! Judging by your performance yesterday ... But you might as well keep on down the path you've taken, eh? It seems nice and-lonely.'
"Oh boy! Would I? My heart warmed up to these two babies. Perhaps I wasn't going to have such a bad time after all. A bit of fun and messing about, if nothing else. I looked across to the other girl that Corinne had brought with her. She was a big, plump girl and had some tremendous limbs. As I glanced at her she uncrossed her legs and she caught me looking at her luscious thighs. She pulled down her skirt and I was pleased to see her smile at me encouragingly. Perhaps I'd be alright with the other one, even if Corinne proved to be a dud.
"So I headed the car along the sandy path and turned into a narrow lane with bushes on either side. Those of you who know the country around Spaniards' Lane, know weU the part I mean. It got deeper and I could spy the heads of couples here and there. FeUows and girls doubtless frigging like crazy and enjoying themselves. At last it got so deep I couldn't drive the car any further and I pulled up.
"'llmm ... seems I can't get any further,' I said, looking at Corinne.
"This will do nicely,' she remarked. 'Just right, eh-Rene?'
"The voluptuous Rene agreed that it was 'just right' and all three of us got out and I led them further into the bushes. Deeper and deeper we went until it was almost impassable and then choosing a well-turfed spot, I sat down and both girls squatted down on either side of me.
"And again, I will say that Corinne surprised me. As soon as I was on the grass, she drew close to me and with her hot breath on my cheek, she crooned:
"'So, my darling-you don't know of other kinds of girls? WeU, here's where you LEARN!' and she brushed her face close to mine, gently touching my cheek with her lips.
"All right! All right!' I smiled. 'Give me a kiss, honey-and I'll take it all back.' I was getting rather fed up with this eternal taunting. I was beginning to wish that I had never said it.
"The girl gave a mocking laugh and teased me with her lips; for a second the bright red lips hovered in front of mine, pouting and glistening, and then, just as I went to capture them-she laughed swiftly and turned her face away.
"Gee! What's the matter? Do you want to drive me crazy?' I protested, putting my arms around her and pulling her close.
"Crazy!' she repeated, turning the word over in her head. 'Crazy?' she pondered. 'Yes, that's it! Have you ever been driven crazy by a girl's kisses? Have you?' and without waiting for me to answer she rushed on ... To feel her lips, soft and warm, drawing the very blood from your lips ... to feel them crushing down on yours ... and biting into your flesh. To know what it is to possess a woman just by kisses alone! Do you know what it is? Do you?'
"I lay on my back with my arm up and around her knee, pulling her over me. I looked up into the eyes of this crazy kid and smiled.
"'No, darling, I don't know ... but you make it sound interesting. When do we start?' and I pulled her down with such suddenness that her face was close to mine. But she wasn't going to have it that way. She fought like a demon and then, when the over-developed one at my other side, came to the rescue, I had to give in.
'"Ah right! AH right! I'll give in!' I laughed breathlessly, lying flat on my back with my arms and hands held out straight above my head by the powerful Rene and with Corinne lying across me.
"This might be rather pleasant, after all. This strange kid wanted to give an exhibition of her power over men, eh? Well, alright, let her go ahead! Later on I would give an exhibition of the power I had over women-perhaps to each of them!
"'lle give in, Rene!' said the dark-haired Corinne. The great big brute gives in. Oh, my cave-man!! Let my sweet lips offer you comfort.'
"The little devil leaned over me and I watched her red, luscious lips nearing mine, slowly and tantalizingly. They came so close that I could feel them hovering and her sweet breath was upon my lips. I could have lifted my head slightly from the ground and possessed them. Apparently my move had been anticipated, for Corinne softly cried, 'Hold him, Rene!' and the next moment I found a silken scarf curled around my throat and held tight, stopping me from raising my head!
"'Oh, I say!' I protested. 'Don't choke a guy,' I tried turning my head but the heavy girl had hold of the scarf pretty tightly. I tried to look up and catch her eye but behind me, she was out of range of vision.
'"Don't choke him Rene!' mocked my tormentor and she leaned across me again, her hot breath on my throat. 'I'll choke you, my darling-with my kisses. How would you like that?' She ran her lovely lips along my throat-that part which wasn't covered by the scarf and it must be agreed the sensation was terrific. It tingled and sent electric thrills up and down my spine. I must have been far away not to notice what was happening-but the next moment I was brought to my senses by a sudden nip in the throat. The little bitch had bitten me!
"Giving a yell and a curse, I tried to sit up. It was funny, for as I tried to raise my head, so it went down with a sudden bump as if something had pulled it the other way. The scarf around my throat had been fixed tight-coiled around and around-and then the ends had been tied to the convenient bushes! I was a prisoner and if I tried to struggle it was obvious that I would choke.
"My tormentor laughed to see the strange look on my face. 'Yes,' she scoffed. 'It's quite true-you are a prisoner-and a prisoner of love, eh? A male prisoner held by two charming females. I should think you'd like that. But then perhaps you wouldn't ... for you men are all alike. You want your freedom to play around with girls, but doubtless don't appreciate it when girls are given their freedom-the same amount of freedom to play about with men. You see, I told you some girls were different, didn't I? Ha! Ha! Excuse my laughing! But you do look so comical!'
"I started to curse and attempted to extricate myself from this undignified position.
"'It's no good your using bad language-or struggling,' said my tormentress, 'for you are my prisoner-and I only want to make love to you! Surely my great cave-man doesn't object to that?'
"'I don't object to that,' I panted. 'It's this damned thing around my throat ... oh! It's getting tighter!'
"That's because Rene pulled it,' said Corinne softly.
"You see, she's arranged it in such a way that she only has to pull and the pressure around your throat is increased. She used to be in the Girl Scouts-learned quite a lot of tricks with scarves and ropes and things there!' and she laughed.
"'But you surely can't keep me here-I mean against my will,' I said, not knowing exactly what to make of this crazy girl. 'I mean-I could cry out. There's probably dozens of people within hearing distance of my voice and besides, it's ... ridiculous!'
"Corinne laughed again. 'Yes, you could cry out but I shouldn't advise you to, for Rene will pull that scarf so tight the cry will be strangled in your throat!'
"I made a sound of contempt at such a suggestion but I didn't try, nevertheless!
"She was talking,' ... and what's so ridiculous about being my prisoner? If I had fallen for your line in the car I bet I'd soon have been YOUR prisoner! So what's wrong with your being mine? I'll bet you've had many a girl in this helpless position-many before today, using your greater manly strength. No, you men must learn to accept equality. So now, just lay back and enjoy the new experience of being the prisoner of the female instead of the other way round.'
"I decided that it might be amusing, after all, but that this kid was crazy-both of 'em for that matter. I'd no doubt of it, and apparently sensing my thoughts, Corinne started to send that terrific feeling up and down my spine again with her lips on my throat.
"'You see-you respond. You do like it. You do like being my prisoner,' she muttered, 'of course you do. They all like it!' and she removed her lips from my throat and brought her face directly into line with mine.
"They all do,' she had said. The words repeated in my brain as I looked into those brown dancing eyes which I had thought so saucy and mischievious. Devilish, perhaps-for there was a glint in them which I had not noticed before.
"She was talking, softly, seductively: 'I can do many things with my lips. I can do things with my lips-to men-that usually calls forth and yet stuns all their senses-all their emotions.'
"Her lips softly brushed my cheek, so softly like the touch of a butterfly's wings. Yet so thrilling and sensual that I knew what it all meant. The response in me was great. I should not have believed that it would have been possible to stir the emotions to such an extent with a butterfly kiss had I not experienced it.
"Now her lips were brushing mine. Lovely ... I shivered and I saw the flicker of a smile appear on her lips. The little bitch was smiling triumphantly at what she knew was happening to me inside. Now she pressed her lips tightly to mine and oh! What ecstasy! What this baby didn't know about kissing wasn't worth knowing!
"'Have you ever experienced the pain kiss?' she breathed softly, taking her lips from mine for a moment. 'Have you ever experienced the delightful thrill of pain and pleasure mixed?'
"I tried to smile knowingly at her and said:
"'Well, go on-I'll try anything once ... let's get cracking!'
"She made no reply but brought her lips up to mine again with that same slow, deliberate movement as before. Then, with them hovering over mine, just touching she breathed:
"This is the pain thriller!'
"If anyone had said to me that I would have stood for this previously, I wouldn't have believed them. For when our lips met I felt her gradually sucking the lower lip-my lips. It was pleasant, thrilling ... then more and more did she suck my lower lip, until getting it firmly between her teeth-she bit! Not hard at first, but enough for me to feel the sharpness of her little teeth and, as I trembled under her, the pressure increased; she was giving my lower lip little stabs with her teeth and sucking away madly at the same time.
"Good God! This female Dracula was intent on drawing blood!! And yet I was fascinated and almost powerless in her hypnotic, sexual power.
"It wasn't until she had broken into the skin and I felt the little trickle of blood ooze from my lip to be sucked madly by this fiend, that I stirred.
"'No ... no!' I muttered thickly. What was the matter with me? I seemed to be losing my strength-or else I hadn't the will-power to resist her!
"She removed her lips and for a second I could see a little flick of blood on her lips, which immediately disappeared as she licked it up.
"'Or the lobe of your ear, darling one!' she crooned again in my ear, laying her face close to mine.
"Again I muttered protestingly-but too late, for she had seized upon my ear and was holding it between her lips. I could feel her teeth closing on the lobe, biting gently and sucking and caressing at the same time. And I was shivering like a school-girl at her first adventure and my prick was erecting and pounding madly inside my trousers!
"When she bit my ear so mercilessly and so long that I cried out, imploring her to stop, she laughed wildly and rocked herself about on me. I would have moved and got free but that confounded Rene pulled the scraf so tight again that it choked out all my resistance.
"'Rene ... Rene ... release his thing!' cried my tormentor. "Take it out ... I won't touch it!' And I was, this time, agreeably surprised to find Rene bend over me and her hands flutter around the fly zipper of my trousers. She quickly had her hand inside and found my throbbing cock which she produced, pulling it out and letting it rest pressed tight against Corinne's body.
"As Corinne leaned against me she seemed to take devilish delight in pressing her weight on it. Not that I minded but she squeezed it in such a fashion that it hurt. Then she laughed at my cries of protest and cried:
"'Shame! To think that a woman hurts a man! And yet it is taken for granted it is all in the part of the fuck game that a man should hurt a woman. Hark how my beauty cries because I hurt his cock beneath my belly! HA-HA!'
"I began to see the reason for all this. At some period or other this dame had been badly handled by a guy, I guess, and she was sore about it. She wanted to get her own back, and this was her way of doing it. That looked like the layout to me-and at the same time, give herself a thrill without any of the risks, by pretending she was teasing a male!
"Thank goodness she stopped squeezing my cock. She rolled over to the side of me so that it stuck its purple head into the air and she fixed her eyes on it. In fact, I don't think she ever took her eyes from it again until ... and all the while her lips were doing things to me. First brushing against mine and then brushing over and IN my eyes, kissing the eyelids. Then she would get my ear again and would thrust her tongue inside, driving me crazy, and all the while my cock was throbbing and pulsating madly. I begged her to let me fuck her. She merely answered me with a mocking laugh. I begged of her to take my cock into her hands and-jerk me off. More hysterical laughter and she muttered:
"You will pay tribute to me merely by the touch of my lips ... nothing more. I will draw all the manhood from you by my lips.'
"Down came her lips to mine again and I found myself pouting up and making ready to feel the sweet touch of her moist lips to mine. I welcomed them-come what may!
"Now her lips pressed tight to mine and she forced my lips open. Her tongue darted inside, doing things to me and I was almost ready to die. But what really completed my seduction ... yes, seduction ... was her final ruse. It consisted of closing her lips over mine completely, so that her mouth completely covered mine and so that no air could escape.
"Then she started to draw in her breath, taking mine in with hers. It created a kind of suction effect and seemed, not only to draw in my breath but everything in my body as well. My prick stood and pulsed and then, suddenly it jumped! The girl still drew in my breath ... still employed that suction device, drawing in ... in-and all the while my prick was oozing forth its hot scum! I could hear the thick clots of creamy sperm falling with a 'slurp' and I was a writhing, trembling fool!
"The girl obviously delighted in making me 'come' ... oozing out my very last drop; and not until then did she release her lips from mine. Then with eyes bright and starry she gazed down triumphantly at my wet and soggy prick.
"'I told you ... I would ... make you come ... with my lips,' she said in jerks-as if for all the world she had been enjoying the most strenuous fuck. "And I have ... Come-Rene! We'll ... go ... now.'
"And even though I protested and implored her to stay (for I reckoned that if I could reverse the tables on this queer dame now, I should have the time of my life) she paid no attention to me.
"Swiftly they both got up, and I have never seen two girls vanish so quickly. They simply disappeared into the thick bushes and even though I tore rapidly at the scarf, both of them had completely vanished when I searched the surrounding ground."
* * *
"And that, my friends," grinned Auto, "is how I was raped by a female-and made to come by just the use of a girl's lips!" and he looked around as he concluded the tale.
A mutter of conversation greeted his final words and Daphne, who was still lying at the side of me on the rug, and with whom I had been frigging around, suddenly threw her gaze in my direction and said provocatively:
"Do you think I could make you come-with my eyes?" and she swept them upwards, making them dance in a heavenly fashion.
"I don't know about making me come with your eyes, but I'd like you to make me come-in your sweet, little pussy!" I replied audactiously and Daphne gave a quick laugh, her face reddened and she turned her gaze away.
The pause in the story telling and the further filling up of wine glasses added to the commotion caused by the guests familiar and jovial attitudes to one another gave Daphne a chance to hide her confusion.
But I had not forgotten. I was going to remind her later of my fuck proposition.
CHAPTER FIVE
The company were all clinking glasses again and another story was about to be unfolded.
"Oh, let's have a girl tell one now," cried somebody and it was taken up and generally agreed.
I don't suppose in normal circumstances you would have got one of those young ladies to come forward and agree to tell the intimate story of her life but all of them were a little bit under the weather, and some more than others.
In fact, I had to stop my Patsy from partaking of any more wine for the moment, as she was getting quite silly and I knew that if she had more she would only be ill-or else want to go to sleep, neither of which I wanted to happen just yet.
The most sophisticated Doris had gotten up from the reclining position with Laurie, had pulled old man Davies out onto the floor and was saying, rather drunkenly:
"See if I can make you come with my eyes. Oh do! Come on-pull your cock out!"
As old Davies was slow to comply (an unusual thing for him) she started to tug down his pants and we all laughed to see the funny sight of the man wanting to have his fucking fun with Doris and yet, at the same time trying to look dignified and to retain his pants. In the end they fell to his ankles and with a gesture he shrugged his shoulders, kicked them from around his ankles and proudly let Doris lug out his big prick.
"Come on, Daphne! Let's hear your story." I encouraged her, and the tall, well-built brunette proudly stood in the middle of the room, holding up her hands for silence and waiting to commence her tale.
Once again the company drew round in comfortable attitudes and the very provacative Daphne started.
No one seemed to notice that old Davies had dragged his half-drunken Doris over to the far side of the room by the door. That is, no one but me, apparently. I also noticed that Daphne had hardly got into her tale when Davies and the girl had completely vanished-and the only sign was a telltale door ajar...." well, I was only thirteen at the time...." commenced the brunette, and the men muttered appreciately. (Apparently I was not the only one who liked them at that age). Yes, only thirteen-when I was first ... er...." and she paused, waiting for the word.
"... Fucked!" supplied Rodwell, and Daphne flashed out:
"No! That's where you're wrong!" and she put out a saucy tongue at him, "I was thirteen at the time when I first experienced the wicked ways of the world. It was just towards the end of the war when we used to get the old Doodle bugs and Rockets over. I had been evacuated but as things had quietened down, I got restless and wanted to return, so I came back-and I was just in time for the last flare up before we knocked Jerry out on D-day.
"I'd been out-playing around with some boys who lived a little distance from where I lived (for I had to be careful) and was just returning when the warning went. You know like it used to, quite suddenly-out of the blue, as it were. I knew that there was not much time to be wasted as the Doodle bugs used to appear almost immediately, so I ducked down into a shelter. It went down a bit under the ground. Imagine my horror when I found it was occupied by two men. I started and would have left but one laid his hand upon my arm and said: 'I shouldn't go out now ... listen! Old Jerry is just coming over!' I listened and sure enough I could hear the familiar chug-chug of the old flybomb, and that deckled me.
"I sat down on a bunk, trying to look as composed as possible under the circumstances and I noticed that the man who had placed his hand on my sleeve, kept looking at me, especially at my legs and knees, for I only wore a drill slip and I was big and a growing kid and it was always up around my thighs.
"I tried to tug it down without making it too obvious and the man came and sat at the side of me.
"'You're quite a honey, ain't you?' he said and put his arm around my waist.
"Now although I was only thirteen, I knew quite a bit-enough to know that this man was making a play for me. I had had older men after me before. Only at the pictures ... oh, but I'm forgetting the story.
"I pulled away a bit and he laughed, 'I bet you ain't so shy with the boys, eh?' and he patted my knee.
"'Oh Mister! I don't go with boys,' I lied, still trying to tug down my skirt but it made little difference.
"
"Then you ought to-a honey like you, and a big girl at that!' and he looked at me in such a way as I shall never forget. It was as though he were looking right through my cotton drill slip.
"'She's a pip, ain't she, Bill?' asked the man of his companion, and the other man merely nodded and gave a grunt. He didn't seem a lot interested. He was more interested in trying to hear if there were any more German ram-jet bombs around.
"I think I'd better have a look outside,' he said, "see if any thing's about,' and to my dismay he went out, leaving me with the persistent warden, for I had now noticed that was what he was.
"This seemed to be all the man was waiting for. Immediately he started on me with a vengeance. He pulled me across the bunk and leaning on me, thrust his face close to mine, insisting that I kiss him. I got scared and screamed and fought. But what could I do against his superior strength? And my cries, loud as they were, failed to reach any likely ears-for I was deep down in the bowels of the earth and there was certainly no one about outside (or on top) at the moment. Most people were in the air-raid shelters at this time, as I was. The other man was presumably still up at the entrance which was quite a walk away along a dark passage.
"Eventually he kissed me-his great thick lips almost smothering my cries, and forced me to open my mouth. I think that must have been the first time I experienced the French kiss. I didn't know then what it was called and I don't suppose he was very good at it (not like you gentlemen are!) but his tongue went inside my mouth and made contact with my tongue, licking and caressing.
"My limbs were trembling as if I were cold and yet I was on fire. His hands were all over me and getting more intimate every moment. I'd had many a struggle with boys of my own age but never had I felt like this. It was a funny feeling which sent me hot and cold alternately. His fingers were going up my asscheeks and seemed to be burning into my bare flesh; for I wore no stockings and very little else underneath my cotton slip. It was Summer.
"I tried to push myself up but his weight was sprawled across me and I just collapsed down again. I pressed my thighs close together as I felt his fingers getting near ... near ... then I screamed again and again! "He got into a rage about this and cried: " Shut up! You stupid little fool! You'll have the whole neighborhood here!' and he struck me across the mouth, making me cry. But it made me stop yelling, which was what he wanted.
"His fingers clawed at my navy blue panties pulling at the elastic at the top and lugging them over my ass. It was difficult and he lifted me slightly with one strong hand, while he eased the panties under me with the other. Then swiftly he pulled the garment down my thighs and to my knees, and turning up my drill slip and holding my hands so I was helpless to prevent him, he gazed long and fondly at my virgin cunt.
"'Yes, you are indeed a lovely girl-for your age. A bit of alright! Just look at that lovely cunt-what a sweet 'un. I'll bet that's never had a man's cock in it-has it? But it shall! I shall!" he shouted loudly, 'what a girl like you needs is fucking! Fucking! Do you hear?'
"I would have been deaf not to hear, for he was shouting excitedly. As I saw him pull out his long thick prick, I screamed out and tried to fight my way up. He laughed, slapped me down again and flung his whole weight upon me. I could feel him fumbling about between my thighs and trying to bring his cock up to the entrance of my young cunt.
"Then suddenly-something seemed to happen! The man's weight was dragged from me and I heard another man's voice raised in protest and was just in time to look up and see the first warden (the one who had gone outside) swing a terrific blow to my would be raper's jaw. He sagged at the knees and fell to the floor.
"'You silly bastard!' he was storming on at the man, 'fancy attacking a kid like that,' he tossed me a quick look-I was still naked from the legs up to my belly, 'why you'll get us slapped in jail, you bastard!' he continued, and said a whole lot more of which I forget. But sufficient to say the other man slunk away in a bad-tempered fashion and I was left alone with the man who had rescued me.
"But I didn't mind this. He was considerate where the other chap had been rough and cruel. He produced some chocolate and fed me with it, consoling me and telling me everything would be alright. Of course, I soon dried my tears under such fair treatment and he put his arm around me.
"He told me not to tell a soul of what had happened and gave me shilling to more or less seal the bargain when I agreed. I should not have told anyone in any case, for I should have been too afraid of what might happen to me. I was not supposed to have been so far away from home. My mother would be presuming I was in the local shelter at the corner of the street.
"'You are a lovely young Miss,' said my flattering new companion. 'I'll bet you have all the boys after you, eh?' and he laughed.
"I rather liked this man and I grinned back at him and said, 'Oh, a few.'
"'A few! I'll bet there's hundreds-and that they're all crazy after you-and want to kiss your luscious lips. You wouldn't like to give me a kiss, would you? Just to show your gratitude, kind of-for rescue work performed. But ... of course not. You don't want to kiss an old man like me,' he said sadly, shaking his head and looking very sad, which immediately touched my sympathy.
"'But I wouldn't call you old-not old ... of course I'll give you a kiss ... only a teenie-weenie one, mind' I added, and winked saucily.
"And so here I was, letting a man place his lips to mine and kiss me, and returning it, where only recently I had been fighting another man for doing much the same thing. How is it that girl will repulse one man for this kind of thing and yet welcome it in another?
"His kisses, too, seemed to do something to me. Whether or not it was because I had just come through my ordeal with the rough one or whether he had a better-tasting line of kisses, I don't know. Perhaps it was because I am naturally horny! However, they thrilled me and as I sighed, he whispered: 'Like that, honey?' and did it again.
Then he got to work with his hands, letting them roam all over my young tits and ass and pretending to tickle me. But I knew it was just an excuse to feel me in places that would normally have been rude and impertinent and might have aroused my girlish anger. His fingers pretended to tickle my knees, and going further up, my thighs, making me shiver deliciously. I lay back in the bunk and let him play with me and, almost anxiously waited for the approach to my most intimate spot, my cunt, which I knew was coming.
As he got his fingers right in between my thighs, I closed them quickly and laughingly told him that his hand was prisoner!
"Oh dear," he muttered, "now I shall never be able to use my hand again-unless you consent to release it!"
"Serves you right," I laughed excitedly. "Serves you right for going so close to my pussy!" and then the sudden dawn of realization of what I had said reached me and I went "Oooh!' and blushed.
"Sweetheart! I wouldn't mind if my hand WAS prisoner forever in such a lovely place!' whispered the man and his breath was hot on my cheeks. He said such cute things!
"Of course I twisted and turned and in the pretended struggle he had a pretty good feel at my cunt-and I was content to let him. In fact, I was sorry when he removed his hand and suggested perhaps it was time I got going.
"The nonsense is over now', he said, the nonsense being the raid. 'Perhaps someone might be looking for you?' he added in a questioning tone.
"I didn't reply. I was rather annoyed that he had left me up in the air like that. He had done things to me-and stirred strange emotions within my young breast and now he was giving me the air. So I got up, straightened my hair and smoothed out the creases in my cotton slip and prepared to go. At the exit he caught hold of my arm, turned me towards him and crushed his lips down upon mine.
Everything seemed to go black and I was floating on air. Then, almost as suddenly he released me and said:
"'You'll come tomorrow, won't you? I'll have something exciting to show you! and then without another word, he shoved me up the steps and I almost stumbled from the shelter, my mind and body on fire.
"Oh, the cunning of the man! To use his masculine arts on my young and impressionable mind and then to tell a young girl that he would have 'something exciting to show' on the morrow!
"Naturally I never got a moment's rest from thinking about it ... and it was NOT what you are thinking, either, as it turned out.
"So, the next day, despite the fact that I had told myself I wouldn't go near the place, I found myself again on the steps which lead down to the shelter, and I hadn't the excuse of taking cover this time, either, for no alarm had been sounded.
I crept down the steps stealthily, wondering whether or not to venture right in, or whether to run. I could hear sounds from within the shelter itself and wondered if it was the warden I knew, the nice man, as I called him, or the othe; one. I crept nearer the door. It was ajar and I peered in. I nearly cried out at what I saw. The sight made me go hot and cold alternately and I was inclined to fly from this place and never return. But I was held by a strong fascination and my feet seemed to be glued to the floor.
The sight I witnessed was something I had never seen before and it made a tremendous impression on my young mind. There was the warden with whom I had fought on the previous day-and he had a girl with him. She was obviously an older girl than I, much older. She was big and developed, with big tits, a very big ass and she wore silk stockings. That was practically all she did wear. Her clothes were in a little heap on the floor and apart from the stockings and shoes she had on a flimsy slip which had been torn from her shoulders where it hung limply half way down her breasts. And what breasts! Bigger and more magnificent than any I had ever seen! The vest was rucked up around her belly and the warden had pulled her right to the edge of the bunk and holding her round the waist, and with the luscious girl lying half on the bunk and with her belly and thighs exposed to the man, he was thrusting his long, thick cock up her pussy as I called it in those days.
"The man had his trousers and pants hanging around his knees, his bare ass was giving funny little jerks as I saw his cock thrusting and penetrating even deeper into the girl's cunt.
"The girl was not frightened at all, she was sighing and moving her head from side and half-smiling all the while. She seemed to be liking it! I couldn't understand it ataU.
"Oh dear! It was the first man and girl humping like that I had ever seen and I was trembling all over and I knew my face was as red as a turkey cock's. I knew I should run and yet I couldn't drag myself away. Suddenly I heard a sound behind me. It tore my gaze away and turned to fly up the steps ... but my path was barred! The other warden was coming down-the nice one!
"He stopped on the steps, looking down at me-with a smile on his lips and a queer look in his eyes.
"I was trapped!
"Ah, there you are,' he said, in what appeared to me to be a very loud voice. I heard startled sounds behind me and was more frightened of what lay in the shelter than the warden I had come to see. I started to walk up the steps towards him, my face still flaming red.
He looked at me quizzically: 'Don't go away,' he said, 'wait,' and he passed me quickly. I watched him descend to the shelter door and poke his head in. He withdrew it immediately and turned back to me, 'Don't worry about them' he said, 'Come and see what I was going to show you," and he indicated a door on the far side of the passage which I had not noticed before.
"I stood mutely, not knowing what to do. I had come here at my own free will and what I had seen, I reasoned had not been intended for my eyes and it wasn't my nice warden's fault I had seen it. Reassured I nodded dumbly and he opened the door and ushered me into what appeared to be the warden's office. I saw immediately what it was he had promised to show me-there on the floor, in a basket, was a most unusual cat with a litter of kittens.
"I immediately exclaimed and knelt down to inspect them, all my fears dispersed. 'What kind of a cat is it?' I asked with all the enthusiasm of a child who loves animals.'
"'I don't know yet, it came down here a week ago, terrified of the air raids and it's been here ever since. I suppose she feels safe in a shelter. Anyhow she had her kittens yesterday and seems to be alright. I think she may be a valuable cat. As you can see all the kittens are the same as her, so apparently the owner had her mated properly, though why they didn't evacuate the poor thing I can't imagine.'
"The cat was a dark velvety brown all over with golden eyes. I'd never seen anything like it before and the kittens were like small brown moles. 'llave you tried to find out who owns her?' I asked.
"He nodded, 'A cat like that is remembered in a district. A bomb fell on the house where she lived and everybody was killed-except her. So I guess she's mine now ... unless, perhaps ... you would like her?"
"I gazed up at him speechless-would I like her? Of course I would! And I knew my mother wouldn't object either. Our own cat had been killed by a bomb splinter a few months before and she had been talking recently about getting another.
"'Oh thank you mister,' I said sincerely, 'I would love her, thank you very, very much,' and a lump came up in my throat from emotion. I wasn't a kid who got many of the good things in life and presents were few and far between. The warden laid a hand on my head and patted me.
"'Good ... I'm glad you like her ... I told you I had something exciting, didn't it? Now, we must have a little drink before you go, just to seal the transaction, eh?' and he opened a cupboard and brought out a bottle of port. I had been allowed to have a sip of port the Christmas before and it made me feel very grown up to be offered a glass. I had no idea of the devastating effects of alcohol on very young girls-I thought one would have to drink a whole bottle before one was drunk.
"He filled a chipped teacup half full of port and handed it to me. I took it elegantly, not forgetting to stick my little finger out, like my mother did when she wanted to be swanky. He filled a cup for himself and sat down. But he tripped as he did so on a piece of sacking on the floor and his whole cup of wine was spilled down his trousers.
"Oh blast,' he said, seeming very annoyed. That's the only pair of trousers I've got down here and I'm on duty until tomorrow. I can't sit around in wet trousers my dear. I'm afraid I'll have to take them off and dry them at the stove. Don't worry I'll put my raincoat on.'
"And without more ado he opened the cupboard door, stepped behind it, removed his trousers, donned a raincoat, and came back with his trousers in his hand. I was completely disarmed by the naturalness of his actions, until I saw his bare muscular legs beneath his raincoat.
"'Give them to me,' I said hoarsely, and I mopped the wine up with a lump of cotton wool from a first-aid box on the table. He draped the trousers round a stove and sat on the bunk bed in the corner after filling another glass of wine.
"'Come and sit over here and be sociable' he said, smiling, and I came over to him reluctantly. There was no other place to sit in the office. Immediately I sat down he began tickling me again as he had the day before and soon I was giggling like the schoolgirl I was and he was touching me all over and making me feel silly and rather nice. I had drunk half the wine in my cup by now and a warm glow was suffusing my body, which was most pleasant.
"As we wrestled I became aware of the hard protuberance between his legs which seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. By now I was slightly daring and half-drunk. So I deliberately put out my hand and captured it. Immediately he let out a gasp and grabbed me tightly against him, kissing me passionately, as he had done the previous day.
But then I remembered the awful sight I had seen in the shelter next door and began to struggle against him. He let me go immediately and reached for his cup as though nothing had happened. I was not exactly disappointed, but I was surprised, taken off balance. So I gulped down the remainder of my wine and lay full length on the bunk, looking up at him provocatively. I had got it into my head that I had some sort of power over this man, but I was not prepared for his next move.
He suddenly turned towards me and there-rearing up between his legs, naked and threatening, was his rampant, erecting prick! I stared at it goggle-eyed ... frightened and fascinated.
"There it is' he said, 'You seemed to be curious. There it is-a real man's cock! I won't do you any harm with it, my dear child, don't worry. You just have a good look at it. Though I say it myself, it's a good specimen!'
"Naturally, if it hadn't been for the wine I would never have stood for such behavior, but my inhibitions were relaxed and I WAS curious, like any young girl who had never seen a prick before. Since he made no effort to come nearer I felt relatively safe and I did as he suggested. I inspected it closely, peering forward and gazing at my first cock.
"'Now,' he said, 'you saw what was going on next door,' and he cocked his thumb in the direction of the shelter, 'that sort of thing would frighten you, and besides I could get into trouble doing it with just a schoolgirl. But if you are nice to me just a little you can have the cat and her kittens and no harm's done to either of us-if you keep quiet-how about it?"
"'What do you want me to do?' I asked, my heart beating furiously. I wanted that cat badly, but I wasn't prepared to pay too dearly for it....
'Nothing much', he said, 'stroke it first ... just stroke my pecker like you did the pussy cat.'
"I put out a tentative hand and touched his hard dick, withdrawing it immediately in surprise because the cock's skin was so hot. 'Go on-it won't bite you!' he urged and I touched it once more. This time I stroked it tenderly but I was not prepared for the reaction it began to swell and erect visibly. I looked up at him questioningly but his eyes were closed in ecstasy.
"I grasped his cock in my small hand and was amazed because my small hand only just encircled its girth. The purple top was swelling again even as I looked at it and it had a wonderful sheen which made it glisten. It reminded me of a poisonous toadstool I had once seen in a wood. A small bead of liquid oozed out from the hole in the top.
"I was frightened-but deliciously frightened if you know what I mean. I knew very well that I shouldn't be doing this with a grown man, or anyone of the male sex for that matter.
"The warden seemed to be in a sort of dream. He said quietly, 'Kiss it!'
"This really startled me. Kiss ... that! I looked round at the basket where the beautiful mother cat was licking her kittens contentedly, turned back and dived my head down to his groin to kiss his penis. But he was in no dream, I can tell you, as soon as my lips came in contact with his prick, he shoved it up against my mouth with great force, stabbing through my lips and shoving it into my mouth quite easily. He held my head with two strong hands flat over my ears so that my mouth was full of cock and I couldn't move an inch.
"Naturally I began to struggle, then I heard a voice in my ear, 'Don't be a silly girl ... this is all you're going to have to do ... I swear it ... I promise it ... nothing like what's going on next door ... just suck it for me a little ... won't take a minute or two ... go on ... '
"His voice was so soft and persuasive and had no trace of violence in it. Although I was still frightened I sensed no harm was coming to me ... provided I did what he wanted. Right in front of my eyes was the plump expanse of his hairy belly and underneath his big cock I could see the bulging sacs of his balls. I didn't know what these were of course. My mouth was bulging with his enormous prick. It seemed to reach my throat and my jaws ached because they were forced open so wide.
"But what really deckled me to comply was the smell. It was the most exciting smell I had ever experienced and made my nose tingle with pleasure so that every breath made me more and more excited. So I began to suck....
"And that dick of his began to swell even bigger than it had been before. The man started to pant and wriggle about, he also muttered several things but I didn't understand the words, it was probably a string of obscenities. Then he commenced to push the head and shaft of his giant cock in and out of my mouth at quite a fast pace, 'Keep on sucking dear' he gasped. I tried my best to keep up a suction, but it was difficult, what with the ache in my jaws, the wonderful smell from his cock and balls and his wriggling all over the place as well.
"His hands over my ears only half-deafened me and gave me a feeling of constriction. What with one thing and another, I was becoming extremely excited and my own cunt was beginning to burn. I was grateful that his hands were occupied holding my head, because if he had been touching my tits or ass I think I would have let go and let him do any thing he liked with me.
"'I'm coming in a second ... ' he gasped, 'oh marvelous ... keep at it, suck it hard dearie ... that's it your mouth is real strong, girl, you'll make a good cock-sucker when you get older ... aaaahhhh ... YES!'
"As he roared out his lascivious enjoyment I felt my mouth suddenly filling with a thick, sticky liquid. I tried to draw my head away but he wasn't having it and I was forced to receive it all ... and because my mouth was open I also had to swallow it. It was then I decided I didn't mind after all, because it tasted rather like the smell I had been enjoying. In fact I found myself rolling it around my mouth like thick cream.
"He did not release my head until the last drop had shot from his spurting cock and the last drop had gone down my throat ... then he fell back onto the bunk, all tired out with satisfied hump-lust. I fell forward over him, quite exhausted by what I had been forced to do. After a few minutes he raised his head and said:
"'Well, little one, sucking my prick wasn't as bad as all that, was it?' and I had to admit with a nod of my head that it wasn't. I could hardly tell him I'd enjoyed it-at least I thought I couldn't and perhaps I was right, since goodness only knows what he'd have done to me if I'd told him. I would, I presume, have been fucked two years earlier than I eventually was!
"Anyhow ... that's how I came to get a gift of a beautiful cat and a litter of kittens. They did turn out to be valuable, by the way. My mother sold them all and we both had new dresses, but the mother cat was our pet for many years. Often I would look at her and remember the price I paid."
There was a round of appreciative applause after this charming tale and I decided I liked the girl much more after hearing it. Several more stories were told in quick succession and then old Davies, who had now returned to the room looking a little the worse for having had a good fuck, declared the rest of the evening was to be a fuck orgy. Orgy-a free-for-all. The lights were suddenly turned out and King Fuck reigned for a long long time....
