"Wanton Wives" set a new standard for revealing the bare, unvarnished truth concerning the sexual adventure of today's so-called emancipated woman. It's harsh reality depicting the twisted sexual business and perversion that is at the root of so much of today's 'freedom of sexual expression' was undoubtedly a factor in the novel's being banned in England. However, it soon became an eagerly sought-after item of emotion in collections of the overt-grade novel. Some of the fantastic sexual situations which can occur to a woman dedicated to complete "freedom" in her sexual functioning is commented on by the famous analyst, Dr. S. Scymonski. He states: My patient, Mrs. R. in describing her first Greenwich Village type of party stated that this mannish looking, featured woman approached her. In her own words, 'She put one of her strong, beautifully-manicurred hands right on my breast and started playing with it. She smiled at my surprised look and asked me if that sort of thing "turned me on." Then she took both my breasts in her hands, putting them right down the low-cut front of my dress and feeling the bare nipples. I was a little frightened at first, but I must confess, much to my surprise, that I became as excited and aroused as if a man were handling my titties....We went into the bedroom and she went even further, playing with my vagina and finally "kissing" it until I had an orgasm....
Continental Classics presents this story for the enlightenment of the reader towards the outward manifestations of the perverted sexual neuroticism of certain types of today's women. This original unexpurgated version is recommended only for the graduate student and the mature adult reader.
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
Sarah Littleton stood naked in front of the long mirror in her dressing room and surveyed her figure. She was thirty-eight and fast approaching an age when she would begin to thicken out, when she would be able to hide her wrinkles no longer, when she might even have varicose veins.
But she was reassured. Her figure was still shapely, her tits did not hang pendulously but jutted from her lovely body like those of a girl of twenty, she had no wrinkles, and there was certainly no sign of any varicosity on her slender and striking legs.
Her husband, fifty-one, was a bore though still a good lover in some ways. He would be home from the office shortly and he would no doubt want to fuck her as he always did. She was not particularly looking forward to having his prick stuck up her cunt, but she would have to put up with it, at least for the time being.
She looked again into the mirror and began to ask herself whether she would be exciting enough for the young man she had met briefly on the beach the previous week-end. Would he think she was too old?
What age did she look? Well, to an experienced eye she had the mature look that went with her age, but her face and figure could pass for twenty-eight or nine. The young man had certainly taken an interest in her, especially when her husband had left her to swim for half an hour, but would he be interested if he knew her age or if he saw her naked body?
She was beautiful, and she knew it. Long black hair reached her shoulders and a bang settled provocatively on her forehead. Her dark brown eyes had an enigmatic appeal and her sensual mouth promised that fucking her would be the ultimate in excitement.
Perhaps her shoulders were a little square for a woman but there was more pleasure in her lovely back, long and white, and above all in her thrusting and welcoming tits. Then her stomach betrayed no signs of age at all, nor did her rounded asscheeks and slim, almost girlish thighs. A close inspection would reveal a slight looseness of her flesh between her thighs-a suggestion of age-but even this blemish had its compensation for some men found the feel of her thighs peculiarly stimulating. Then there was something tantalizing about her body as a whole, some mysterious indefinable quality that most girls of nineteen or twenty conspicuously lacked, she thought.
She had discovered that the young man, who looked to be about ninetten, was called Duncan, a name that seemed to suit him, make him, perhaps, a little older than he really was. They had spoken no more than a few words. He had asked her for a light and he had bent over to take the matches from her and, as she took a cigarette he offered her, to light hers, bringing his hand close to her face. They had exchanged a look, it lasted no more than a few seconds but she had recognized his interest and she had at once felt a strange desire to touch him. It had not been possible. They had talked for a few minutes about weather, the town they were staying at on vacation, and then he had said "good-bye, probably see you again."
She had, however, managed to gather that he lived at the small coastal resort, and that he would be around most of the summer. She and her husband would be returning the following week-end. There might then be an opportunity to meet him again. She might, she thought, even try to stay on at the hotel when her husband returned to London. That would indeed be the best plan if she could avoid making him suspicious by remaining.
She perfumed her body and put on a bra and slender girdle of delicate white nylon. Then she pulled on a pair of black stockings, attaching them to the garters of the girdle. Next a pair of white panties. She went over to the wardrobe to select a dress for the evening, and was trying to make up her mind what she would put on when her husband's steps could be heard in the hall. In a moment he was at her door and coming into the room.
"Hello, darling, oh, you look magnificent," he said, walking towards her with his arms outstretched.
"Oh, John, you're back," she said pleasantly but without showing any great enthusiasm for the hug he gave her. "We'd better have supper."
John Littleton was a well-built man of mature appearance, grey-haired, overweight, but with an upright stance from his military background. He was certainly not an unattractive man, and he had the virture of wealth and status. Having left the Army with the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel, he had soon found a suitable post in the City that enabled him to supplement his private means as well as his Army pension to the, extent that they were able to live affluently. Apart from their apartment in London, they had a small country cottage and could afford to travel abroad for two or three months a year as well as spend most week-ends away. They owned two cars and entertained lavishly.
John did not feel like supper when he saw his wife in her negligee. He put his arm around her and brought his lips to hers. "Oh, darling," he murmured, "Let supper wait, I've got to fuck you." He pushed her back towards her bedroom and then onto the bed, almost falling on top of her, and for a few minutes he kissed her voluptuous lips as he fondled her titties and thighs.
She did not really want to screw him, particularly as her mind was preoccupied with the young man. But she felt his hands kneading her breasts and then the caress of his fingers on her thighs, and she was soon beginning to feel an urge to be fucked. She reached around to her back and unfastened her bra, telling him that she was ready for his cock.
He got off the bed and undressed while she pushed her panties down her legs, leaving her girdle and stockings on as she knew that they excited him.
When he came back to her he was hard and already his prick was throbbing and jumping. She looked at his thick body, and his heavy stomach, comparing them with those of the young man. He was not gross but she felt a great desire to be in the arms of the young man, tanned and slim and powerful. John was a lover, however, and when he put his knee between her thighs, bent over and kissed her lips again as his hands felt for her large nipples she was ready, for the moment, to forget the picture of the young man in her mind, to submit to her husband who, she knew, would certainly make her have a good, wet climax.
His hands released her thick nipples and he turned to her thighs, fondling them sensually with his right hand, then forcing his fingers between the white flesh to seek outlier hairy cunt lips. When he felt the wetness of her lips and pussy, he moved at once between her legs and put his powerful prick into the twat hole.
The both sighed their delight as they made contact at their most erotic points and the woman lay back relaxed as her husband slipped into her, deep into her welcoming and luscious cunt, till their pubic hair intermingled, their pelvises pressed hard together.
"Oh, my darling," said John, "You are lovely; not only that you are the most luscious fuck in the world. I couldn't bear anyone else to have this cunt."
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning they were at the beach as usual, sunning themselves, John reading his Times and Sarah watching her young man out of the corner of her eye.
"Guess I'll go in for a dip. Coming, dear?" John said.
"No, not right now," answered Sarah. "I want more of this wonderful sun."
"Guess I'll go for a lone dip then. Water looks marvelous."
With that he folded his "Times", put it under the canvas bag in which they kept the things they needed for the beach, and then walked towards the sea.
"For heaven's sake don't go too far," she shouted, making sure that the young man heard her.
John waved back but his reply was inaudible. She laid back on the sand and reached for a cigarette.
The young man slouched up, pulled a match from his jeans and offered her a light.
"Here again?" he asked her.
"Yes, I'm here again," she said a note of dignity creeping into her voice in response to his casual manners.
"Oh, I'm glad, I thought you would be. Will you be staying long?"
"No, only the week-end. We're at the Queens you know but my husband has to be back in London on Monday."
"Oh." The young man was nonpulsed, and did not quite know how to take her. "Oh, well I suppose you'll be around all the time. That's your husband, I suppose," he added nodding towards the sea.
"Yes, that's my husband. Well, he goes out for a long swim. Why don't you sit down for a moment?" She looked at him with her enigmatic eyes, and he was not sure what the invitation was meant to imply. He liked the look of her. She must be in her thirties, but she was frightfully attractive.
I'd like to fuck her, he thought, as he looked at her slender legs, her well-shaped buttocks and prominent tits. My God, I would! He had never screwed a woman older than himself, still less one as sophisticated as this one.
He sat down, facing her and felt for a cigarette. "He's a good swimmer, I suppose, isn't he?" he asked her, feeling somewhat tongue-tied now that he was sitting down with her.
"Yes, he's a strong swimmer. I'd rather lie here, you know, and enjoy the sun. What about you? By the way what do you do?"
"Oh, I paint when I can get a commission, at other times I do a bit of fishing. I go in swimming sometimes but when you live at a place like this you don't worry very much." He smiled and his eyes looked at hers with a new frankness.
"Oh, so you're a painter. I suppose you have a studio here?"
"Well, it's a studio of sorts. I live in it. It's in one of the houses at the top of the steps-on the top floor with a marvelous view across the whole bay." He wanted to add: "You ought to come and see it," but felt it might be a bit early for that.
"Well, you'll have to paint me one day," she said, now determined to push things along a bit. She could see that in spite of his brashness he felt a little uncomfortable with her.
"That'd be fine," he laughed. "In the nude?"
"I suppose so, why not. I guess I can trust you," she replied, smiling at him and wondering whether he would misunderstand her.
"Oh, yes. I wish you would let me paint you, what would your husband say?"
"Oh, I don't think he'd mind very much, but it wouldn't be necessary to tell him really. He might get the wrong idea."
"Well, when will you come?" He looked out to sea, eager now to make a date with her, unable to believe that he might soon have her naked in his studio.
"Oh, I'm not quite sure. Tell me your address and if I decide to stay after the week-end when my husband goes back, I'll come around. Are you in most of the time?"
"I'm at 12 Upper Steps. The top bell. Anyone'll tell you where I am if I'm not in. Perhaps in the Crown, a pub. You will come won't you?" he asked her.
"Yes, I'll come. If not on Monday then another day. But I'll probably see you around. The Crown, did you say?"
"Yes."
"O.K. Good-bye then."
"Good-bye."
They were only just in time for John was swimming into shore and was soon out of the water and walking towards her. When he came up he reached for a towel and then asked her who the young man was she had been speaking to.
"Oh, he's a local. Came up to give me a light last time we were here and naturally came up again today for a chat. He's quite nice, I think he paints."
"Paints, eh? I know that sort. Scrounging around for a living. Don't like work you know. What was he doing, trying to sell you one?"
"Not really. He said he would like to paint me sometime, but I brushed him off. I think he's quite harmless."
"Well, harmless or not, don't thrust the fellow. They're all alike." With that John continued to dry himself and lapsed into silence. His wife lay back, closed her eyes and tried to see herself naked in the young man's room. She felt a thrill of anticipation as she did so.
CHAPTER THREE
John had agreed that she should stay over till the following weekend, the weather being perfect and there being no special reason why she should be in London.
John said he would be able to get down on Friday and would arrive in the late afternoon. He kissed Sarah good-bye and drove off.
Sarah was free at last to go to Duncan's. She went to her bedroom in the hotel and took off her clothes. She looked into the long-mirror, trying to reassure herself that the young painter would like her figure and not be disappointed.
She pressed her hands to her flat Belly and half turned to look at her profile and then at the line of her titties and asscheeks. Again at her knockers. There was no sign at all of drooping; they jutted provocatively from her body, capped by large red nipples. Any man, she reflected, would fall for them and want to suck them. No, she didn't think she would fail him nor fall short of his desire.
She bathed, dried herself and powdered her body, and then began to dress. She knew that she would probably have to undress in front of him so she wore the clothes that she knew would have the most appeal for him.
She dressed her superb tits in a black bra with the deepest of plunge lines and then pulled on a pair of matching panties. She decided not to wear a garter belt but to use an old trick-to keep up her dark-tan nylons with rubber bands, leaving a gap betwen the top of the stockings and the angle of her legs.
She then put on a white slip and pale yellow dress that barely reached her knees. To complete her attire she put on a pair of matching high-heeled sandals.
In the mirror she looked at her lovely face and began slowly to make up. She used a liquid base and then a protective cream for the sun. Eye make-up, lipstick and powder completed the operation. She put on a pair of gold ear rings and a pair of gold bracelets on her left arm. Finally she dabbed perfume behind her ears and under her chin.
Another searching scrutiny in the mirror and Sarah was satisfied that she looked her best.
She walked from the hotel and made her way to the steps behind the harbor. Slowly she mounted the steps and finally reached number 12. Pressing the top bell she waited impatiently, beginning to feel a rising excitement.
Footsteps descended the wooden stairs and then the door was opened by Duncan. "Oh, you've come. Oh, how nice!" he said and reached out to take her hand.
"This way. I suppose you'd better follow me, though there's only one way. Right to the top." He bent down to avoid banging his head on the low beams and began to ascend the narrow twisting stairs, Sarah following behind. They turned left and then right and finally mounted a dozen steps that twisted around to reach his studio. The door had been left open and she could see the chaos he lived in as her head rose to the level of the top step. "Come in," he cried and took her hand to assist her to climb the last few steps.
The room was large and light with an enormous window looking over the harbor at one end, a short high window at the other. Beams held up the sloping ceiling. In the room itself, there was hotch-potch of easels, chairs, broken-down divans, tables and every manner of bric-a-brac. Dirty plates were piled up near a sink in one corner. The general impression was one of muddle and chaos, of indifference to order or cleanliness.
Sarah was rather taken back and for the first time began to wonder whether she had been right to come.
Duncan pushed an easy chair back, to make a space in the middle of the room and indicated to her to sit on it. She sat down and looked up at him, smiling.
"So you want to be painted? I didn't think you would come. Let's have a drink." He went across the room and rinsed out a couple of glasses and came back with a half bottle of wine, pouring her a full glass.
"Yes, I came to be painted if you want to paint me," she said almost naively. And then she added, "Do you?"
"I think you will make a lovely model," he said eying her up and down." You are quite lovely, really beautiful." He drank down a whole glass of wine and then re-filled his glass. "Well, let's make a start. Will you take your clothes off."
He stood up and turned away from her while he fixed up an easel in a suitable light. He looked around and suggested that she should he on an old-fashioned couch which was near one side of the room. He began to clear the floor between the easel and the couch and then looked for a suitable canvas.
He had deliberately avoided looking at her. He wanted to make sure that she took off her clothes, and did not want to do anything that might embarrass her and possibly lead to her changing her mind. But as he busied himself with setting up the easel and canvas he took side glances at her from the corner of his eye.
Sarah was excited, but also a little terrified as she began to unbutton her dress, Her breath came slightly faster and she felt her heart beating loudly. A strange tingling feeling seemed to run down her spine. The dress slipped to the floor and she reached up to push her hair back to gain a few seconds before she removed her slip. Once she did that she would be half-naked and there would be little chance of going back.
She toyed with her hair for a few seconds as Duncan got out brushes and oils. Then she lifted the slip up over her shoulders, pulled it over her head, and threw it onto one of the chairs. She was standing in the painter's studio in bra, panties and stockings!
Her heart was beating fast as Duncan looked at her and scrutinized her figure. There was a slight grin of satisfaction on his face, a kind of triumph, almost as if he was saying "Well, I've got you where I want you now. You came to me like a fly into a spider's web." He was certainly thinking along those lines if only Sarah could have read his mind. She was pretty stunning, he thought, the best-looker I've ever had. I wonder what she's come for. She can't be happy with her husband. I'll give her the old dong all right. He turned away for a moment to give her further encouragement and he could see a reflection of her in the window as she reached round to unzip her brassiere. She was pulling the straps down her arms and her breasts were suddenly uncovered.
The youth thought they were the greatest! He had fucked lots of young girls in his time at parties in the West End and down here in the summer. Always had the pick of the bunch. But he had never seen such shapely, inviting titties. He turned around to look at her and he could see her embarrassment.
"You're lovely," he murmured, speaking about her figure for the first time.
"You think so? Oh, I don't know. I'm a bit older than I used to be." She laughed nervously, thinking that she seemed to have made quite a good impression on him. Her nervousness increased as she began to slip off her stockings, knowing that in another minute she would have to pull off her panties.
Then, indeed, there would be no turning back.
Duncan continued to busy himself with the brushes and paints and she pulled off both stockings, showing her lovely legs completely for the first time.
Then she stood up and, trembling slightly, put her fingers into the elastic of her panties and pushed them over her hips, down her thighs and then kicked them from her legs.
She was naked.
She stood there defenseless in the strange man's room. He looked at her and he knew that she was outstandingly beautiful and desirable. But he did not want to rush her; she might have no intention of giving her pussy to him. But if he played it cool he might, in time, get her fucking. He looked at her as if he were judging her from a painter's viewpoint and then moved over to her, and, taking her by the hand, led her to the couch. "I think you had better he on here. Can you adopt a sort of comfortable Renoir-like pose. Lean slightly forward, resting on your elbow, showing your left leg....you know."
She was shaking inwardly as he led her to the couch, aware that he was noticing every part of her, looking at her titties and cunt, at her ass and thighs. She got onto the couch and laid on her right side, her arm cradling her head, her legs slightly bent, one on top of the other. He began to move her position slightly, then touched her leg to bend it over the other a little more. She shivered with delight as his hand touched her knee and then the lower part of her thigh.
He would keep up the pretense of painting her for a time. In any case he would like to finish a painting of her sooner or later, even though that had not been his main reason for inviting her. Yes, if he had the talent she would certainly make a good painting. But who would buy it? Her husband?
He smiled to himself. A husband that bought a naked painting of his wife, painted by a young man in an attic sutdio was a fool. Especially if the husband were an old man. What did he think his wife had allowed herself to be painted in the nude for!
He took the brushes and settled down to sketch in a rough idea of the woman's lovely body. He could wait and he felt an urge to work when he knew that he could, as soon as he wished, fuck her. He felt sure of that, sure of himself.
After a time he felt that he should make the first real move in the game. He would pretend that he wanted to alter her leg position. Indeed, it would be better if she could let her left leg lie a little farther back. It would show something of her twat and her silky black hair covering it.
He moved across to her and said, "Can we have this leg a little farther back?" He touched her leg and pushed it back so that her cunt was half revealed.
She felt a thrill of excitement as he touched her, yet she was beginning to have doubts about the wisdom of letting him screw her. She felt that he was not a very nice person, though he was certainly desirable. He would probably fuck her once or twice and then throw her over. She was no longer sure that she would open like a flower as soon as he began to make love to her.
His hand stayed a few seconds longer than it needed to on her thigh, then he removed it and stood back to survey her. Again he touched her leg and this time kept his hand high on her thigh for ten or fifteen seconds.
His prick was hardening in his jeans and he wanted to screw her now, screw her as she was, without preliminaries. It would probably be a mistake to do so, and better counsels prevailed. Still he would now make a definite move.
"I think you are very beautuful, Sarah," he said and he bent down and brought his face close to hers. She avoided his mouth and smiled back at him her strange enigmatic smile. It unsettled him, and he was no longer so sure of himself as he had been. Still he would kiss her.
He took her face in his hands and brought his lips down to hers, kneeling on the floor as he did so. She allowed him to keep his lips on hers but did not immediately respond to him.
She was excited and thrilled at his lips on hers but she was still hesitating about giving her cunt to him for fucking. She could, perhaps, let him make love to her without allowing him to screw her completely; but she knew that that would be dangerous. Still it was nice to be kissed by him, and she relaxed her lips so that his thick, sensual mouth could really come into full contact with hers.
He was leaning over her now, though still kneeling on the floor, and she felt his hot breath over her face, his wet, sensual lips pressing harder on hers, his tongue beginning to outline her top Up and then gently to slip betwwen into her mouth, meeting her own for the first time.
She stretched out her legs and half turned on her back so that she could lie more comfortably. He at once got on the couch at her side and took her in his arms, continuing to kiss her and without saying a word.
Would it be as simple as that? she thought. Just taking her for the asking in his dingy studio? She half pushed his head away, pretending to get her breath, but his hands were now on her body, on her belly, still careful not to commit themselves until he was sure of his ground.
She had decided in her mind that she would let him, but she would delay it as long as she could. She was not going to be so easy, not going to let it be said in the local pub that she had at once opened her pussy, as she felt sure would be the case if she did.
She felt his hands just under her tits, his mouth on her neck, his leg pressed against hers, and in a moment he would be caressing her nipples. She heard her heart beating faster than ever, her breath came in short, sharps bursts and then his hands were on her breasts, feeling the flesh at the base, feeling for a crease that she knew was not there. Thank God for that! And now his fingers were straying up the lovely fleshy orb, pushing and kneading it, and then lightly fingering the nipple. Oh, she thought, it will be all over once he does that! She half moved her body and his hand was automatically moved to one side, to the pluging valley between her huge titties.
And then, at that moment, there was the cry of "Duncan! Duncan!" from the stairs and a young girl's feet could be heard climbing the narrow staris. Duncan got off the couch at once and moved over to the easel.
Sarah, relieved, understood what was required of her and resumed her pose.
CHAPTER FOUR
She dressed half an hour later when Duncan announced that that was enough for one sitting. She had been introduced to the young girl-a striking blonde of about twenty. They had exchanged wary glances and the girl, whose name was Penelope, had surveyed her figure critically. But nothing more had been said and now she was leaving, promising to come again the following day.
She got back to her hotel with mixed feelings. Urgent sexual desire was the feeling that dominated her, desire regardless of who it was or where the fucking was done, something she had not felt for a long time. On the other hand she felt a certain satisfaction that she had not given herself to Duncan too readily, especially when she had seen his girl friend. She wondered if he fucked Penelope.
The sexual urge was so strong that she began to think of a way of appeasing it. Was there anybody she could just have without any emotional or other attachment? She was feeling desperate and could not wait until the next day for Duncan.
She could go for a walk along the cliffs and would no doubt be picked up; but she did not think that that was a particularly pleasant way of going about it. She knew practically no one in the town....
She began to undress to take a bath before lunch. She would change into her bikini, wear it under her dress, before going down to the beach in the middle of the afternoon. She slipped off her dress and then her slip and sat on the bed to take off her stockings.
There was a knock on the door and without thinking she called out "Come in," expecting the chamber maid.
It was the young boy who assisted at the reception desk. He looked about eighteen, was fair-haired and strongly built. She had noticed him before, noticed that he always looked at her a little more than he should in his position.
As he came in she reached for her dress and covered her body with it. "Oh, I'm sorry, Madam, I came up to hand you this telegram. I can come, back," he added, looking embarrassed and turning back to the door.
"No, no, there is no need. Come in, let me see," and she reached out as he came over to the bed and took the telegram from him.
She opened the envelope and unfolded the telegram. It was from John: "Able to get down Wednesday. See you for dinner, John." She at once thought of Duncan and the fact that she had two more days before John would be back again.
"Is there a reply, Madame?" asked the youth, looking at her naked shoulders and then at her legs.
"No, no, there's no reply." She felt a mad desire to throw her arms around the youth and pull him on to the bed. But that might be disastrous. But how could she detain him long enough to find out his reaction to a hint from her?
"But if you are going down there are some letters that you could post," she said, getting up from the bed, exposing her body which was naked except for her bar and panties.
"They should have gone this morning," she laughed," but I forgot them." She had walked over to the table near the window and was picking up the envelopes to hand to him. And then she had an idea. "No, I'll tell you what, I'll finish the others. Can you come back after lunch-and take them for me?"
"Certainly, Madame," he said. And with that he walked towards the door. She had made the decision without thinking, but aware that if he took the letters, she would have no other excuse to detain him. But she at once regretted asking him to come back later. Why not now, she thought desperately.
"Oh, wait a minute. I think you had better take what's ready after all. But I'll just have to address one of them. Look have a drink while your'e waiting." She got up and smiled at him and he stood there looking at her, unsure of himself, uncertain about her. He had never dreamed that he would see her in her underwear and now that he had done so he felt a certain power over her. Perhaps she would let him put his prick in her?
"Will you have a sherry?" she asked him.
"Yes, please."
"I hope you aren't in a hurry. You busy?"
"No, not really. I'm generally off duty about this time and come on again in the late afternoon. It just happened that your telegram came as I was going off and I said I would bring it up to you."
So they were not waiting for him in the hall. Surely now was the time. She gave him a very large sherry and took an equally large one herself. They touched glasses and began to drink. Then she went over to the table and sat down to address the letter.
"If you come over here you can sit-near me and help yourself to another drink. Don't stand there," she said.
Anything would do to give her time. She would be bolder after the sherry had taken effect. She had to keep him somehow.
"The hotel, is it busy?" she asked as she wrote.
"No, not particularly at this time of the year." He finished the first glass of sherry and began to help himself to another. Then he reached over to her glass and re-filled it.
"What's your name?" she asked as she continued to write.
"Julian," adding, "Henry Julian Coater."
"So you're called Julian. A nice name. Oh, cheers!" she went on as she took another deep drink from her sheery class.
Then she looked at him, wanting his prick urgently, yet still unsure whether she could risk it. Smiling she delayed things by saying: "You sure I'm not keeping you."
"No, madame. I like being here anyway. I like the sherry. I like talking to you."
"You like talking to me? I'm flattered." And then, slightly drunk she took the plunge. "You like me, too?"
"Very much, Madame," he said looking her straight in the eyes for the first time.
"Oh, I'm glad. It's nice to be liked. I think you're nice too. What would you like to do with me?" she suddenly put the question ambiguously.
"Do with you----?" he looked surprised.
"Well you said you liked me. Like me for what?" she said enigmatically, throwing the ball directly to him.
"Oh, I hadn't thought. I liked the look of you...."
She got up and reached out to him and then bent over him and kissed him on the forehead. He reached out at the same time and pulled her body to him.
There was silence in the room. He was amazed at himself for pulling her closer. She was afraid that he might object, and pull himself away.
"Yes, I like you," she murmured. "Let's he on the bed, shall we?"
He had never been asked before to lie on a bed with a beautiful woman, but he felt excited at the idea of lying down at her side-at the side of this lovely, rich, sophisticated woman. It was incredible; perhaps she was drunk.
The truth was that he had never fucked before in his life. He had been with girls and had always been frightened to do anything to them, though he had wanted to very desperately indeed. He had once gone to meet a girl with two rubbers already pulled on to his cock, hoping he would remain erect till he got her into the woods. Lately he had resorted to masturbation, jerking himself off as he imagined himself fucking the latest girl he had seen on the beach.
But now! Here was a lovely, striking woman, a woman of the world asking him to lie at her side....
She dragged him to the bed and lay down on her back waiting for him to make the next move. He got on the bed unsure of himself and lay quietly at her side. But she took his hand and placed it on her panties, over her pussy hairs.
Oh, the feel of his hand! "Why, oh why, doesn't he fuck me?" she thought.
He moved his hand slightly and she felt it touch the flesh of her belly, play around the elastic of her panties and then-Oh, equisite moment, then-he felt under the elastic and began to feel her cunt hair.
She moaned audibly so that he would understand that he was pleasing her, giving pleasure. He heard the the delicate sigh of delight as he moved his hand lower and then touched the top of her cunt lips. For the first time in his life he knew that he was going to fuck a woman!"
"Why don't you undress?" she asked, and then she added, "We could get into bed together, under the sheets at least."
"Undress?" he was bewildered, but got off the bed and began to take off his clothes. He flung his corduroy uniform consisting of jacket and trousers to the floor, took off his shoes, and then slid his pants down his legs.
It was unbelievable. One of the woman staying in the hotel had once kissed him when she was drunk, but here was a woman asking him to undress, to get in between the sheets with her. He was already half undressed when he remembered her husband.
"But, Madame, what about your husband? If he came in?" he almost stuttered in his trembling excitement.
Sarah was trembling with desire too. "Oh, don't think about him. Sometimes I like to have someone close to me when he is away. It doesn't matter, don't worry." She had taken off her brassiere under the bed clothes and was now pushing her panties down her legs, ready for him.
He unfastened the buttons to his shirt, pulled off his tie, and then slipped off his shirt. He was naked except for his vest. Dutifully he pulled it up his stomach and over his head, revealing an exceptionally bushy mass of pubic hair from which jutted, showing signs of erection, a tremendously large cock.
"Oh, darling, come on, get into bed!" she said as she looked at his cock and felt an urgent desire to have it inside her twat. He hestiated for a second, but now he was wanting to put his prick in her and knew that he could go through with it.
He got in and found her naked. Then she was prepared for him, he thought, she actually wanted him to fuck her. The word sounded exciting as he muttered it to himself. He was, he thought, going to fuck-to fuck a woman at last-and a lovely one at that. He could hardly believe it.
Sarah had seen the cock and she knew that it would be massive when erect. It was dark-skinned and thick and oily and she suspected that he had been circumcised, though she could not see clearly. Certainly his skin was right back, exposing the red head and the almost purple head of his penis. The kind she liked, she thought, for it would be the kind of prick that would take a long time to come.
She was trembling as he took her in his arms, trembling with excitement at what she was doing, at the feel of his goose-flesh, the hardness of his prick against her thigh, at the feeling of guilt she began to experience because she was being unfaithful to her husband for the first time. Not only was she being unfaithful in the hotel where he would be staying, unfaithful, too, with a member of the staff. A youth at that!
She lay back on the bed and waited for him. He could do what he liked with her.
The youth found himself lying against the lovely Sarah Littleton not knowing how it had happened, an hour after he had jerked himself off in the lavatory because of his need for sex. It was unbelievable. Her flesh was soft, welcoming and exciting, , her breasts unbelievably lovely. He felt the nipples, found them hard, and slowly brought his lips to them, while his right hand sought her legs. His lips clamped onto her left breast and he sucked avidly for the first time at a woman's tit since he was a child of two or three months. Oh, the welcome taste, oh, the feel of that lovely flesh!
She sighed as she felt his lips on her nipple, his hand on her thighs. Oh, delight at last, oh, joy, joy, her body, appreciate and value it! Her legs opened to welcome his hand and soon his fingers were touching her hairy cunt lips, tentatively finding their way to her twat hole. He moved his lips from her nipple and then looked into her face. She smiled at him and pulled his face to hers. Their lips met in a moment of unbelievable bliss. Bliss for him to kiss such a lovely woman, he a glorified bell boy, and bliss for her to have a youth getting ready to fuck her.
She kissed him passionately and he responded with his whole body, twisting himself onto her, pressing against her breasts, pressing her belly with his now huge cock. He continued to feel her with his fingers and for the first time in his life he felt a woman's cunt. He knew nothing of the refinements of caressing a woman's clitoris, but she did not mind. She liked the crude, untutored fingers in her cunt and she opened her legs as wide as she could to eccourage him. Soon it would be his lovely cock ramming her pussy.
He continued to caress, kiss and fondle her as he moved his body against hers, bringing himself to his maximum hardness. But somehow he held off taking the plunge, somehow he could not yet believe that she she was ready and waiting for his fuck tool to invade her twat.
She moaned her delight as the young man continued his searching of her body, continued to excite her more than she had been excited for years despite his inexperience. But soon she had to screw him and she began to call out to him:
"Oh, Julian, fuck me, fuck me now, put it in!" And she reached out and took his cock in her hand and, guiding him between her legs, she placed the cock-head at the entrance hole to her cunt.
He felt the touch of her hot flesh, felt the most exciting thing he had ever felt, and pushed into her, not able to believe his good fortune. And when he got into her minge, he was amazed at the luscious, wet warmth of her twat, never realizing it would be like this.
It was like a bag of worms, his friends used to tell him. He knew how wrong they were now. He found it hard to describe but in his mind he felt it was like wet rose petals, but sweeter and more exciting by far.
He was now deep inside her cunt-passage. It was totally unexpected and incredible. On top of the lovely woman in room 17, someone he had looked at distantly in the hall, looking at her as the unattainable ideal of a woman, with her beauty, her lusciousness, her sex appeal, her sophistication and wealth. He was lying naked on top of her lively body with his prick deep inside her!
She felt his large cock penetrate her slit deeply and she sighed with relief and fulfillment. She pulled his face to hers and their lips met in a kiss of understanding and togetherness.
He was giving her back her youth with his sinewy body, his soft almost girlish lips and his thick dark colored powerful cock that was now sliding down her pussy channel, preparatory to a new thrust.
Oh, my God, she thought, I can feel him pushing his strength into me, feel his lovely body taking and fucking me!
And he was still bewildered by his good fortune, unable to believe that he was really inside a cunt lovely, so beautiful....
She moved her legs around his waist and began to urge him, moving her body rhythmically, lifting him almost and then dragging him close to her as he re-entered her, thrusting through to her womb. Now he was getting the motion, the rhythm, and he was beginning to move into her body with a new thrustfulness, a new purposivness, a new urgency. He desired to cum in her now, to cum in her desperately, and he felt already the throb of his prick, the spasms becoming almost uncontrollable as she gripped him and then released him, contracting and then relaxing her muscles around his sensitive prick head.
Suddenly he was aiming inside her, releasing his sperm into a woman for the first time.
CHAPTER FIVE
The young man was back again. He had cum inside her and had immediately pulled out of her, and, feeling incredibly shy when he looked at her, he had dressed and fled from the room.
She had lain happy and contented for a few hours, ignoring lunch, ignoring time. Then he had tapped on the door again and she had seen him enter, once again shly, but with a certain new assurance.
"Still in bed?" he had said.
"Yes, and what have you been doing?", she asked him, smiling at him.
"Oh, thinking about you. I've come back. Can I get into bed with you?"
And with that he had flung off his clothes in record time and had leaped into bed, taking her in his arms.
He was putting his tongue in her ear, while he had his knee between her thighs onto her twat.
They had not spoken for ten minutes but then her curiosity got the better of her as she began to squirm with delight.
"Did you like this morning?" she asked him
"You know I did. I want to fuck again with you, I want to fuck always with you. I think I love you," he said in a low voice.
"Well, if you behave yourself you will be able to have me quite a lot while I am down here. Did you really enjoy it?"
"Yes, it was my first time at screwing a woman!"
"Oh, your first time, Really?" She was a little disappointed. How did he know that she was good, how did he know about women?
"But I know you are good, that I'll never have another fuck again like that. I am so glad it was you who screwed me the first time...."
"Oh, darling," she murmured and drew his lips to her mouth.
Now, tentatively, he put his hand on the warm flesh of her thigh and began to probe the white, soft flesh between them, feeling his way slowly to her slit. His fingers found the thick, hairy lips, and very delicately, as if she were china, he pushed a finger in between them, parting them and moving between them. She took his finger and moved it to her clitoris and showed him, without speaking, how to caress and fondle her. As he got the idea and began to move his fingers on the small bud, she began to writhe with excitement and before she could stop herself she was shooting off an orgasm.
She writhed, squirmed and cried out as he brought her to a new peak of enjoyment. "Oh God, it's wonderful, don't stop yet, fuck me if you like, yes, fuck me now."
His cock was hard and erect and, at once he got betwen her legs and thrust his prick into her waiting and hot twat. In, deep into her, feeling her hot luscious wetness, the haven he had longed for for so long....
"Now, fuck me," she said, speaking seriously. "Fuck me and enjoy yourself."
There was silence in the room for ten minutes apart from her moans of pleasure and occasional grunts of satisfaction from him. In and out of her cunt he used his prick with a new certainty, a deliberate power that showed how much he had matured since the first time he had screwed her that morning. And soon he was on the edge of his second cum with her.
They came together for the first time, a shattering, fulfilling orgasm in which they both shot their loads, shuddering together in total ecstasy, he feeling the release of his pent-up desire, the jetting sperm jerking from him, she feeling the hot liquid hitting her cervix and filling her as she herself released her own juices to bathe his prick.
"You came?" she said, desiring to get him to talk about sex.
"Yes, and you?"
"Wonderful! I came at the same time as you, that's something I don't always do."
"Do you often fuck your husband?" he dared now to ask her.
"That depends. Yes, sometimes a lot. But he won't be here for another day or two."
"Anyone else?"
"Occasionally. Why?"
"I don't want you to fuck other men. If you don't screw your husband I'd like you to fuck me." he said looking at her with love.
"Now you mustn't make demands on me. But I promise I'll screw you quite a lot when my husband isn't around. But be discreet please, won't you?"
"Of course." He was silent for a minute and then took her breasts in his hands again and began to knead them. "Can I fuck you tonight?" he ventured.
"No, not tonight. You've screwed me twice to-day and I'm tired. Can you come tomorrow afternoon?" She wanted to have a good night's rest before going to Duncan's in the morning, but she would like to have him screw her after Duncan. She could then compare them.
He lay there for a time and then he began to dress. He was on duty in the early evening and then he would be free again about eleven. He still hoped that she would change her mind, but he had too much respect for her to press it too strongly. He would perhaps have to wait till the next day-but she was a fuck certainly worth waiting for.
When he had completed his dressing he kissed her on the lips and murmured, "You sure about tonight, my darling," speaking as a mature man of the world.
It made her laugh. "Yes, my love, please come at three tomorrow. Now good night!" She kissed him and then let him go.
It had been a new and strange experience for her, and she was still unable to grasp what had happened to her. And tomorrow she was almost certain to let Duncan fuck her....
Duncan was a more desirable lover, a more ruthless person, she thought. She wanted him desperately even though she knew that the young man she had had that day was a much nicer person and truly adored her, while Duncan was almost sure to cast her aside after he had had a few fucks at her expense.
She lay back thinking of the two young men and then her mind began to wander. She thought of all the young men she knew, and she suddenly realized that she wanted to fuck a boy, someone even younger than Julian....
Oh, she thought, if only there was someone mature enough to understand, yet only about fifteen ... a school boy. She was truly tired of fucking all the older men in her life, especially her husband.
She then remembered the young boy in the apartment below them in London. He had always looked at her in the elevator, eying her up and down quite shamelessly. She had always been amazed at his nerve, unable to understand how a boy of about fifteen could really fel that he could satisfy her.
He was the son of Lady Balkden, a widow whose husband had been killed in World War Two. Perhaps that was why he was so precocious. Or it might have been because he was, for his age, terribly good-looking. Perhaps he had been stimulated by the many looks of admiration he must have gotten from girls of his own age and a little older. He certainly seemed to have a way with him when he looked at her....
She would return to London on Sunday with her husband and try to find out more about him. Oh, the idea of fucking a boy of fifteen! It was overwhelming and her pussy began to twitch.
She got out of bed and again went over to the long mirror. Yes, she was beautiful and had nothing to fear. She was sure that Duncan would want to screw her the next day, would see to it that the painting session was not interrupted so unfortunately this time.
CHAPTER SIX
Sarah Littleton, twice fucked Sarah Littleton-that is twice fucked by the hotel bell-boy, got out of bed the following morning and went to the bath-room. She had just begun to run the bath when there was a knock at her door.
"Come in," she shouted above the roar of the water.
"Oh, may I come in Madam," said a male voice.
"What is it?" she called out from the bathroom.
"I've come to do the windows," said the male voice, "but if it's inconvenient------"
"No, go ahead. I'm in the bathroom. I shall be ten minutes or so. You'll finish by then and you can then do the window in here."
She hardly gave the matter another thought and almost forgot the man was there in the bedroom. She did not mind him seeing the unmade bed, the mass of lingerie lying about the room, the open closet with her clothes. She was soon intent on soaping her body.
Then the door opened and the window-cleaner entered the room. "Oh, Miss," he said, "I thought I heard you call out....I'm sorry...."
He was a really attractive young fellow of about twenty-one or twenty-two, and she was at once attracted to him. Why not fuck a window-cleaner, she thought. Rather fun to have working class youth get into one's twat. He spoke with a North Country accent, had a kind of bland, almost cocky expression on his face, and seemed quite unperturbed when she said he must have been mistaken. Still....
When she did not at once show her annoyance at the way he had entered the bathroom, he knew that he was on to a good thing.
"Oh, you look smashing, Miss, if I may say so. I've not seen a really beautiful woman in a bath for a long time." He smiled and stood there, looking at her body unembarrassedly.
"Oh, thank you very much, but-well I suppose you want to do the window. Oh, well I'll get out now...." And with that she stood up quite unashamedly and put her leg over the bath onto the bath mat.
"Like me to dry you miss?" he volunteered taking a risk with his job.
"If you'd like to," she said quietly, feeling a strange thrill down her spine as she stood less than a foot away from the man in his blue uniform.
He took the bath towel and she turned her back to him so that he could throw it over her. He then began to move and rub it against her back, occasionally dabbing it against her asscheeks and the side of her hips.
A few minutes later he turned her around toward him and began to dry her titties. But his intentions were soon evident for he continued to rub her breasts long after they were dry and he felt more assured than ever when he felt the hard nipples rise up under the towel.
She was at this man's mercy as she had never been to any man before in her life. Never had she given herself so easily. He let the towel drop and bent down to kiss her nipple on her right breast, feeling her pussy as he did so. Then when he saw the way things were going he began to undress and a moment or so later he was naked in front of her, his prick, large and forbidding, jutted from his body.
"Oh, Miss, Ir think we should have our screw on the bed. It'll be more comfortable." She allowed him to lead her to the bed and, as she lay back on the unmade bed, he fell on top of her.
It was incredible, she was thinking, almost lost in her thoughts and almost unaware of what was going on, except that she knew she was being fucked by a man who had never seen her ten minutes earlier.
He at once, pushed his prick into her, had taken her under the asscheeks and had begun to fuck her, bringing his mouth to hers and pressing his hairy chest against her large titties.
Before she knew what was happening, he was sending his sperm into her, jet after jet of the hot fluid seeming to penetrate her very being....
She had been fucked by a window-cleaner, that is all she seemed to get through her mind, for the man was dressing and was collecting his bucket and sponges and going towards the door....
She lay for a long time unable to come to grips with the things that she had done during the previous day or two. She had not told her husband the truth about Duncan, had gone to his studio to be fucked and would have been if it had not been for the interruption by Duncan's girl friend; she had virtually seduced the bell-boy, and had then allowed him to come back and fuck her again, and finally, she had let the most casual workman fuck her in between cleaning the hotel windows....
But she still wanted Duncan, Duncan more than anybody. He would be a test, the others had been relatively unimportant. And then, there was the young boy at home-she would fuck him if she got half a chance.
She stood naked in front of the mirror, powdered and perfumed her body and then put on a navy blue brassiere and garter belt. She pulled on a pair of black net stockings, and then a pair of navy-blue matching panties. She was going to dress more formally, make it harder for him. She might even suggest that she would prefer not to be painted in the nude!
Then a white slip and a navy-blue dress that zipped down one side. She put on a white belt and a pair of white shoes and she was ready.
She arrived at Duncan's about ten-thirty and he answered the bell almost as soon as she pressed it.
"On your way out?" she asked him.
"No, I was waiting for you. Wondered whether you'd come."
"Why? I said I would. Why should you doubt it?" she asked him.
"Oh, well, when you saw the girl yesterday I thought that perhaps you'd misunderstood...."
"Why should I? I'm not a judge of your actions. It's nothing to do with me...."
He was silent and made his way up the stairs, letting her follow him.
When they reached the studio she asked if she could look at the painting. He said he would rather she did not, he hadn't got far enough yet.
He gave her a drink and then waited for her to undress.
"I'm not sure I'm in the mood this morning," she said. "Let's see how things go. Come and sit near me." He seemed to be annoyed. She was no longer the defenseless bird she had seemed yesterday, he thought.
They sat for a while drinking red wine and then she began to undress. She took off the white belt, kicked off her shoes and then unzipped the dress.
"Like to pull it from me?" she said invitingly. Then she waited and he started to remove her slip. He got it over her head, noticing for the first time that she was hairless underneath her arms.
And still she waited for him.
He guessed that she was playing with him, but did not mind if it brought him nearer to his goal.
He began to unfasten her brassiere and in a moment it fell to the ground. She sat down and he understood that she wanted her stockings removed. He fumbled with the garters and finally managed to undo them. Then he pulled the stockings down her beautiful legs, and he felt the first throb of his prick against his trousers.
It was strange, she was thinking, how hard she was making it for him, how easy for the window-cleaner. He then unfastened the garter belt and she stood up for him to pull off her panties.
His fingers found the edge of her panties, but he did not instantly pull them down. Instead, his hand moved down them to touch her pussy hair. His breathing showed that he was now excited, filled with a lustful desire to fuck her, but she still did not move. She stood there almost as if she were challenging him.
He dropped his gaze and moved his hand to the elastic and began to pull the panties down her hips and thighs until she stood naked before him.
He took her close to him and then kissed her on the neck, feeling her ass with his hands. And then he pushed her unceremoniously back onto the couch.
He bent over and sucked her nipples, and then her stomach, finally bringing his tongue to her cunt. He let his mouth rove into the undergrowth of her thick pubic hair and then he moved down to her slit, pushing her legs apart as he did so, and soon his lips met hers, met her cunt lips and he felt it would not be long before he took his prize....
"What are you doing?" she suddenly asked him. She wanted to tease him, to make him pay a heavy price to fuck her, for she sensed that he would soon after want to throw her over for some new cunt.
She had decided that it was not going to be as easy for him as it had been for the window cleaner and the bell-boy!
He looked up at her, surprised, not sure that he had heard her properly.
"Well," she said, "aren't we going to get on with the painting?"
"Yes, yes, if you want me too."
"Yes, I think I feel more like it now. I'll lie in the same postion as yesterday, yes?"
He was annoyed at her and at himself. He walked to the canvas and began to mix the oil with the paint and then took up his stand half-facing her. He worked furiously for a time and then flung down the brush.
"Look" he said suddenly. "I'll be quite frank with you. I want to fuck you, I wanted to when I first saw you, and I thought you wanted me...."
"Oh, that's why you've brought me here. Only that?" she looked at him with a smile on her face, but he was not sure how to take it.
"Not only that. I do want to paint you. But I thought that this morning ... well I thought you wanted to fuck me, too."
"Perhaps I do." She would let him screw her now but she would still make it hard for him...."Perhaps I do. But I don't know whether you are as good as my other lovers and whether you can arouse me enough to want your prick in me.
His pride was hurt now and he wanted to hit her. But he went over to her and kissed her gently on the lips, feeling her neck as he did so.
She lay back on the couch and looked at him scornfully, challenginly. He was now ill at ease and hardly knew where to start with her. Feebly, he lay at her side and began to caress her titties and belly, but without conviction.
But, slowly, he was aroused to a new desire for her, one that would not be refused. He had to fuck her now and his hands fondled her tits caressingly and possessively; then he took them in his lips.
She wanted him now, she knew. She had made it harder for him than the others because she expected more of him, more from him. He was the best-looking of the trio, the more experienced, the more worldly, yet he had the attractions of a youth.
She stroked his head and felt a thrill go through her body as he pulled her legs apart and felt her cunt lips, touching them lightly along their length and then pushing a finger to find her clitoris. Once he had it between his index finger and thumb he did not let it go, working steadily at it till she began to writhe with excitement, squirming on the bed. Oh, now she knew that she wanted his big pecker inside her wet pussy.
She wanted him inside her and she wanted him to cum into her as she had never wanted a man before. She felt the desire to submit to him, to give herself to him fully and completely, without question. She would now even grovel for his prick if only he had known. Thirty-eight years of age, soignee and sohpisticated, she wanted to be thoroughly fucked by this nineteen-year-old gadabout.
He was between her thighs now and had taken his prick from his trousers. He was not going to undress and in a strange way she liked the idea of him in his jeans and shirt. Then she liked the idea more than ever when she his massive prick, larger even than the bell-boy's or the window washer's.
He pulled his massive cock from his jeans and pants, pulling out his balls too, and then settled on her, feeling for her cunt and putting his prick against it. The he lowered himself on to her and she felt the first pang of ecstasy as the thick, palpitating pecker slid slowly into her grinding twat.
Her muscles began to contract rhythmically and soon she was alternately gripping and releasing his cock as he moved up and down her. She clung to him with desperation, desiring to get every ounce of satisfaction from his ramming dong, moving her body to his tempo.
He held her tightly, fucking her ruthlessly as he had planned since he saw her for the first time. She was older and more desirable than most women, but not the sort he wanted to live with. He would make the very most of his opportunity....
He rammed his cock into her and she felt his lust getting the better of his affection for her, felt that she was no longer the sophisticated woman in his eyes but just a cunt he could take his pleasure from ... and now she herself wanted it that way. Squirming and writhing under him, she began to cry out with delight as she felt her orgasm approaching, and as he began to show unmistakable signs that he was about to cum too.
And a moment later, the man having lunged into her twat a dozen times with the upmost force and rapidity almost driving his prick into her womb, began to shake and shudder with his orgasm as she squirmed and cried out "Fuck me, fuck me, oh, fuck me," and felt the hot scum jerking from his throbbing cock, filling and inundating her.
"Oh, my darling," she said, "Oh, God, it was lovely."
He lay there, regaining his breath, filled with sense of achievement and satisfaction. Something to brag about in the Crown, he reflected and smiled to himself.
Slowly she dressed and when she was ready to leave she knew that he would not want to screw her again. "Well, I'll drop the painting idea for a week or two as my husband will be around. But I've no doubt I'll run into you on the beach. Goodbye."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sarah got back to the hotel and bathed and changed. She put on a simple dress over a white brassiere, girdle and panties, and a pair of white stocking that always made her legs seem even more attractive.
About four in the afternoon there was a "nock at the door and the young bell-boy entered. She called him the bell-boy though, strictly speaking, he was an assistant at the hall desk.
"Can I come in?" he asked her.
"Yes, come over here," said Sarah and she kissed him on the lips when he leaned over the chair on which she was sitting.
"How long have you got?" she asked him. He said that he would not have much more than an hour as he had to meet his brother who was coming from Plymouth.
"Oh, and how old is he?" she showed immediate curiosity.
"Sixteen", he said, adding, "Why?"
"Well bring him up here. I don't suppose you have anywhere to go I mean your room...." She did not quite know what she meant but the idea of a sixteen-year-old appealed to her. Just possibly he would be interesting and agree to screw her.
"Oh, he's nice, you'd like him. Quite tall and looks a bit older than his age. Takes after my father. He's going into the Navy. If you like I will bring him," said Julian.
"Well take off your clothes now. I want you to do something for me."
He had his clothes off in a flash and as he undressed she had gone to lie on top of the bed. He went over and sat at her side. "What is it you want, Mrs. Littleton?"
"I want you to take off my panties and then to suck me, you know, suck my cunt. You ever done it?"
"No, but I'd love to. Oh, oh, it's so exciting to know you," the boy suddenly seemed to be embarrassed but his hands had pushed her dress up above her hips and under the elastic, felt her pubic hair and his cock began to harden almost at once. The mere touch of her body affected him profoundly. He pulled the panties down her hips and she lifted her ass from the bed to help him. Soon he had them down her thighs and legs and had pulled them away from her feet. Then he said, "Shall I leave your stockings on?"
"Would you like to?" she said, smiling. He said he liked the idea, and he began to feel her legs soon reaching the uncovered flesh at the top of her stockings. His hand then stroked her cunt lips, fingered the hair down either side and then he touched her pubic mound, caressing the silky hair for a few minutes.
"Look," she said, "put your tongue in there."
She was shaking with the thrill of his youthful touch, excited by his uncertainty and thrilled by the fact that she had to guide him to do what she wished. Then there was the infinitely exciting moment when he bent over and his mouth met her cunt lips and his tongue flickered out to meet the hot, wet membranes of her cunt.
He moved his tongue along the slit and she began to writhe with excitement. "Oh, go on, go on, go on doing that," she murmured.
He was soon moving his tongue in a rhythmic way up and down her slit, dwelling at times on the bud of her clitoris and then seeking out her cunt. In the end he swivelled around so that his prick came close to her face and he then buried his mouth over her cunt and let his tongue probe it as far as it would reach. She moved her hands and took his balls in her fingers and began to suck his erect prick. He shuddered with the feel of her tongue licking the length of his already throbbing prick as he continued to borrow his face between her legs and his mouth in her cunt.
She half raised her legs so that he was forced to put his mouth under her twat and close to her asshole. He had never done it before but he suddenly wanted to put his mouth to the dark brown hole. He didn't know whether he should do it, but she was so clean and sweet, her flesh was so inviting that he could not resist it and moving slightly forward and downwards he brought his mouth to her anus as he pushed her legs as wide apart as they would go. She shook with excitement and began to moan softly as his tongue entered her rectum.
He was on the brink of orgasm and knew that he would cum if he did not take his face from her body and if she did not stop licking his prick. Perhaps she wanted it that way, he thought. But he was worried at the idea of letting his sperm come out onto her face.
He lifted his head and turned to her. "Oh, I want to cum, shall I fuck you now?"
She saw how near he was to shooting his spearm and she wanted him to cum, to feel his semen on her face. She didn't speak but rapidly took his prick in her mouth and then, knowing that he was on the very edge of his orgasm, pulling his balls as she pulled the prick from her mouth. Almost at once he began to shoot off and the hot semen spat out over her face. "Oh, oh, ooh!" he murmured, "Oh, I'm aiming, I'm cuming."
He lay on top of her for a while and she played gently with his balls and prick while his lust subsided, then she pushed him aside and got up from the bed to find a towel.
The youth got up from the bed and looking at his watch said he would have to go meet his brother.
"Do you really mean I can bring him here?" he asked her as he began to dress.
"Of course. Would he like me?" she said.
"Well, I'm sure he'd like you. Do you mean ... do you mean...?" he did not like to say it but she half understood.
"I mean would he like to fuck my cunt," she said. "Well perhaps he's too young for it?"
"No, he's screwed girls, he's told me. I think he'd be very excited if he could ... you know ... could," he began to be completely confused.
"Well, we'll see. It might be an idea. Would you be jealous?" she said.
"No, not really. It's all different with you. I can't explain. Anyhow I'll got to meet him and bring him back. I'm on duty at seven so there won't be a lot of time." He went and closed the door after him, leaving her musing on the bed.
She had enjoyed his tongue on her twat-lips and there unsettled, unfulfilled, waiting desperately for the youth's return.
She wondered about the brother. Suppose he would fuck her? Only sixteen! She was getting increasingly excited at the thought of it and then she suddenly thought of something else. Suppose, suppose . ... but she hardly dared to put it into words....
But, less than half an hour afterwards there was his knock on the door and the Bell-boy came in without waiting for her to say "Come in." He was followed by a tall, blonde boy who could have been taken for seventeen.
"This is my brother," he said, "Paul." And then to Paul, "This is Mrs. Littleton."
They both looked a little embarrassed. She got up from the bed and walked to meet the young boy. He was exciting and very desirable, she thought. I've got to get him into bed somehow, even if his brother stays in the room. She asked them to have a drink and gave them two cans of beer.
There was silence for a time and she knew that she would have to take the initiative. Time was short and her husband would be back the next day. She did not know where the youth was staying or for how long but she was convinced she should lose no time. The idea of fucking a sixteen-year-old was now beginning to obsess her. "I suppose Julian told you about me," she said.
"Yes, he did. He thinks you're very nice," said Paul. "You have been very nice to him, haven't you?"
"Well, it depends what you mean. I'm always nice to young men. I happen to like them."
Again, there was silence and Julian began to appear uneasy.
"Come let's have some fun," she said suddenly: "Let's all lie on the bed together in the nude. It's too warm for clothes." She had taken the bull by the horns and for the first time in her life had really left her-self wide open. She was not even sure that she would not be committing an offense by fucking a sixteen-year-old!
Paul looked surprised but also pleased and said, "Good idea." The two boys, shyly at first, and then quite unashamedly began to throw off their clothes. She, too, undressed and they could scarcely believe that they were not dreaming when a few minutes later they found themselves lying on either side of this lovely naked woman.
She lay between them, beginning to pant with excitement as their hands strayed on her legs. They touched her very tentatively at first, then with a little more assurance, especially Julian. She suddenly realized that she was older than the two of them put together!
Julian got up and bent over her and then, leaning forward, kissed her. He held her mouth to his for a while and then took it away, looking at his brother as if to say why don't you do it? The youth, now a bit firghtened, hardly dared to kiss her, but his hand was between her thighs and he continued to move it up her legs. Julian seeing that his brother was not ready to kiss her lips took her right tit in his hands and then bent down to take the nipple in his mouth. The other boy, excited at the idea of sucking one of her titties, brought his hands to her left one and, following his brother bent over and took the nipple in his mouth.
She was squirming with delight. She had never known an experience like it. There was something strangely new in having their two mouths at her breasts, sucking and biting, and at the same time fondling her breasts with great care and love. Paul was already showing that he knew how to excite a woman, for she felt the main excitement from her left breast. He seemed to have a way of sucking it deep into his mouth and then moving the tip of his tongue around the hard nipple.
"Oh, it's lovely," she sighed. "Oh, go on do what you like." She was sure that they had got over their nervousness now and wanted only the slightest encouragement to let themselves go on her body.
She was right. As she finished speaking they seemed to, suck her knockers more forcefully and she immediately felt Paul's hand between her legs as he continued to suck and bit her nipple. She opened her legs for him.
The other boy had left her nipple and began to kiss her eyes and face, and then passionately kissed her lips, while his hand, too, sought her pussy area.
Paul's hand had found her cunt first and he was probing her twat quite forcefully. Julian's fingers were higher up, on her clitoris, and occasionally on her silky pubic hair.
She was shaking with excitement, feeling her whole body tremble.
There seemed to be no one center of eroticism. Everywhere she felt their hands and mouths, everwhere there was a kind of electric delight. She squirmed and writhed to their touch, and the more she did so the more they seemed to find the places that aroused her. Paul had his fingers in her cunt and was moving them up and down, while Julian was caressing her clitoris when a circular rhythmic movement, kissing her lips at the same time. Paul was back with his mouth on her nipple while his right hand felt under her arm pit. She shook and trembled and suddenly she knew that she had to fuck one of them. She would leave it to fate, but she hoped it would be Paul.
"Oh, oh, my God, you are exciting. Will you fuck me now. Fuck me, please, oh, fuck me one of you. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She waited with her eyes closed and then a moment or two later she felt Julian move to her side and Paul was climbing between her legs. She opened her eyes to see his long naked body getting between her thighs.
His prick was in hand as he guided toward her slit. The boy pushed it between the hairy cunt lips at the opening and then lowered himself to her, and their lips met for the first time. His prick moved into the entrance to her cunt and, as he let his full weight on to her, he pushed his prick into her. It slid none too easily inside and soon he was in her up to the hilt, his body on hers, his lips clamped to hers.
The other boy waited till his brother had got inside her and then began to reach with his hands behind his brothers's legs and she knew that he exciting him by playing with his balls.
The young sixteen-year-old knew how to fuck. He moved into her powerfully, rhythmically, deliberately, taking her full measure, moving her hands around her body as he did so to get the best grip on her. Finally he got his hands under her and, gripping her with manly force, then rammed his prick into her as hard as he could. Time after time he rammed it in, not caring when she winced slightly at his deep probes that almost ruptured her womb. Time after time he lifted her body from the bed to insure the depth of his thrusts. And meanwhile his lips were glued to hers, his tongue searching the back of her mouth.
He came in a shuddering climac, crying out in his excitement, crying out words of love and fulfillment. "Oh, you're marvelous. Oh, I've never had a cunt like this before. Oh, Mrs. Littleton, you are lovely.
She shook with ecstatic delight, squirmed under him as he came in her and she then reached a shattering blinding moment of delight as her body trembled with her orgasm. She felt the other boy plunge his finger into her asshole just as she came.
As soon as Paul was finished, he got off her and without waiting the other boy plunged his prick into her sperm inundated vagina. He liked the feel of the wet semen in her and began to slide up and down her more easily then he could have before. She lay back exhausted, scarcely feeling him, but she was glad he was having his own satisfaction even if she was not yet ready to respond again. She allowed him to fuck her as he liked, lying inert on the bed as he rammed his prick into her time after time, the room being filled with the sounds of the squelch of his brother's scum.
Then he was cuming too, and in a moment she was totally filled with the sperm of the two young brothers.
They lay for a long time on the bed and it was nearly seven before they suddenly aroused themselves and the boys began to dress.
She was exhausted and did not ask them to return that night. She would have to relax for a while, she thought, but she knew that before her husband came down from London she would like to fuck Paul alone.
She asked Julian where Paul was staying and he said that he had fixed a small room for him in the hotel. On the top floor. Then it was good-bye and the two boys left.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paul had guessed she wanted him alone to fuck her midnight. He knocked quietly on the door, and when she called out, "Come in," he entered and looked across at her lying the bed reading.
"Can I?" he said.
"Yes, I thought you might come. Lock the door please."
He locked the door and went over to her bed. He flung off his dressing-gown and got in beside her, at once feeling for her titties.
"You're only sixteen?" she said. "You must have had quite a lot of screwing experience. Have you fucked anyone as old as me?"
"No, I've never screwed anyone more than about seventeen. But I wanted to fuck someone like you from the first time. It's much more exciting, you know, with a woman."
"That's nice of you. Will you make love to me now?"
"Yes, I want to. I want to feel and kiss all your lovely body, and I want to suck yor cunt. My brother told him you had asked him to do it. I'd love to." As he spoke his hand had strayed down to her thighs and he was feeling the soft white flesh between them, working his finger towards her cunt. She let her legs relax and he was soon moving his index finger gently on her clitoris. After a few minutes caressing her in this way he swung around, pushed back the clothes and brought his head down to her thighs.
"Oh, you smell sexy," he said. Then he plunged his head right between her legs and with his mouth sought her slit.
His lips met her cunt lips, his tongue probed between and found the membranes of her cunt-lips, and then probed her cunt.
She lay back, slowly squirming to his tongue. She could not believe that she was lying in bed with a sixteen-year-old boy who was giving her a cunt sucking. It was fantastic! A week ago she had fucked no-body but her fifty-year-old husband for years, and now she had screwed Duncan, the window-cleaner, and the two brothers-all of them under twenty. But sixteen ... !
He was very exciting. His tongue probed deliciously and his fingers caressed her titties. Then he was moving the whole of his mouth roughly on her slit, while his tongue probed her cunt deliciously.
She wanted him now. She wanted him to fuck her, to see him on top of her, screwing her like a man. She wanted to give herself utterly and totally to this sixteen-year-old boy.
"Will you fuck me now," she moaned as he lifted his head from her twat-lips for a moment. "Please fuck me, Paul."
Paul turned around and got between her legs. She lay back and waited, waited for the feel of his prick against her slit, the first moment of exquisite contact when his prick would come into contact with the sensitive opening to her twat.
She felt the thick cock in the entrance, the thick head forcing its way between her wet muscles, and he felt the lovely receptive lusciouness of an older woman's cunt.
In he went and began to fuck her. He fucked her as he had never fucked before and she lay back on the bed accepting his ramming lunges. She was filled with exquisite delight as the young blonde boy thrust his pecker deep into her.
This was something she had always wanted. A young man, still in his teens, still virtually innocent, to take her and fuck her.
He was raking her membranes with his enormus prick and then bringing it down her pussy before thrusting it deep into her again, and, at the same time, he felt for her asshole with his fingers and pushed one of them as far as the sphincter. She trembled and shuddered with her first orgasm, but the boy continued to fuck her unconcerned and she was soon ready for a second cum, hoping that she could hold it off to cum with him.
Then he came in a shattering moment of joy, sending his young sperm deep into her middle-aged womb, giving it new life, a new and tingling delight that she had never known before.
"Oh darling, you're lovely," she said. "You fuck wonderfully. Come kiss me. And as his orgasm subsided and his prick gradually slackened, he lay on top of her with his lips on hers, their tongues pressed together.
The next day she went on the beach and saw Duncan. He seemed to want to fuck her again but somehow she no longer needed him. He asked her to the Crown and she saw no objection 'to joining him there. But their meeting this time was one long arguments and she returned to the hotel feeling depressed. Her husband would be coming down the following day and then she would have to return with him on the Sunday. There was only one day left!
Still, when she got back to London there was the boy in the apartment below. Perhaps she could persuade him to come up to see her.
Paul had to go fishing with a group of friends who had hired a boat and would not be back till the evening. His brother was on duty all day. And there was certainly no one else.
She decided to go for a walk along the cliffs and put on some heavier shoes. She left the hotel, took the raod to the top of the hill, and then the footpath that led across the cliffs to the small town, Glenlight.
She was sad at not being able to spend the day with one of her new friends. They had given her a new lease of life, but without them she was at once unhappy.
She was thinking about her husband and ways of getting out of having sexual relations with him when she was approached by a young man for a match. He held out his cigarette and said he had used his last match. Could she help him?
He wore a shirt and jeans, but no shoes. He was deeply tanned and looked about sixteen, and might even, she thought, be much younger. He was attractive in a way and she felt a sudden pang of desire for him as she held out her matches and they touched hands.
She began to talk to him and then asked him the way. He said he was going to Glenlight and he would show her. They walked along together and were soon entering the woods that overlooked the little village of Glenlight.
She suddenly had an idea. They were in the middle of the wood when she suddenly said, "Oh, I think I'll sit down for a bit. I'm tired."
"Good idea!" said the youth and he sat down at her side. They smoked and talked for a while then she put a hand on his arm.
"I think you are very nice," she said. "What's your name?"
"Tom," he said shyly, and then after a pause, "What's yours?"
"Sarah, Sarah Littleton."
She had held her hand on his arm as they exchanged names and she had almost imperceptibly pulled him back into her arms.
He was surprised but he was ready for anything. He could not understand what this lovely woman could see in him, but he felt her breath on his neck and he turned around to find her lips seeking his. In a second they were lying on the turf, she half underneath him as she continued to kiss his young lips passionately.
"How old are you," she whispered.
"Fifteen."
"Ever fucked a woman?" she asked. "No, never." And then to show that he was not such a baby, he said, "Well, not completely."
"Like to?" she smiled at him.
"Yes, I would."
"Well, fuck me then. I'd like you to screw me." She lay back and the young boy looked down at her, his prick hardening with the contact, his spine shivering at the thought that he had been asked by a woman, a very attractive older woman, to fuck his prick in her cunt.
He felt her belly under the dress and then pushed the dress back up her thighs. She lifted her ass and pushed off her panties as he undid his trousers and pulled out his prick. It was large enough, she thought, just the right size to fill my pussy-hole.
He bent over and fondled her cunt lips, not altogether sure of himself. She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her pussy. The boy bent over and let his weight fall on her. His prick slipped into her twat without effort.
It was all over in two minutes. The boy was so excited at having his prick in a woman's cunt that he could do no more than move half a dozen times in her before his orgasm could not be held back, and he was spluttering his sperm into her, kissing her amateurishly as he did so.
She brought on her own climax just in time. It was because of the fact that the boy was only fifteen. The mental picture she conjured up of her being fucked by a fifteen-year-old was enough to excite her beyond measure and she shot off her cum as he shot his load into her.
She retimed to London on Sunday, despondent at leaving behind the young men she had fucked for a whole, full week.
The reached the apartment and she found a letter waiting for her from her brother, asking her if his son could stay with them for a few days. He was twelve.
She was delighted, but at the time saw nothing sexual about the prospect of having him at the apartment.
He arrived four days later from Scotlnad and spent two or three exciting days with her seeing the sights of London. He was a good-looking boy, intelligent, and she immediately took to him. They enjoyed themselves and usually got back to the place in time to prepare supper. She was so abosrbed with taking him around that she had got over her despondency about leaving her vacation spot.
One afternoon they got back very early and she went to he down on the bed for a rest. She had taken off her clothes and lay, sensually, curled up under the bedspread.
Then she had a great desire for sex. She had been repressing it all the week, but now she was in need of a good fuck. Her mind tried to turn from the idea that had formed somewhere deep inside of her, but it could not. She had to admit it to herself. It had occurred to her that her young nephew might be willing to screw her.
She fought against the idea; he was only twelve and she was at least three times his age. It was terrible and what would happen if his parents found out?
She could not resist playing with the idea and the more she did so the more she knew that she wanted his cock in her. Well, she would see. There would be no harm in asking him to the bedroom.
"Geoffrey," she called.
A moment later Geoffrey came running to her room. "Yes, Auntie, what do you want?"
"Oh, come and talk to me a bit, and then we'll make tea. "He came in the bedroom and was surprised to see her covering the lower part of her body with the blanket, but exposing her huge titties.
He was very embarrassed and she saw at once that he was turning away from her.
"Oh, what's the matter. Haven't you ever seen naked tits before?" she chided him. He smiled back at her shyly and muttered something like, "No."
"Well, it's time you did. I think Auntie Sarah will have to show you what a naked woman is like. You are old enough now, you know." And with that she leaped from the bed and walked over to him, standing naked in front of him.
He looked down at the floor, blushing from the roots of his hair. "Look, darling," she said, "there's nothing to be afraid of." She put out her hand and pulled him to her so that his face was buried between her breasts. He tried to pull away but she kept him tightly between them and slowly he gave up his struggle. Then she led him by the hand to the bed and lifted him onto it, and then got alongside him.
She felt his trousers and began to unfasten the buttons. He made no objection and soon she had pulled out his small cock. She took it in her hand and at once it began to harden and grow. The boy began to breath hoarsely and he lay back on the bed, and the woman's eyes began to show her desire.
She bent down and took his prick in her mouth and soon it was hard and erect, some seven inches in length. She was surprised that he had one so big.
"Now," she said, "I want you to put that cockie into me. You know how to do it?"
"No, Auntie," he said, still flushed with embarrassment.
"Then I'll show you." She lay back on the bed, and told him to get between her legs. He did so and then she rubbed his prick to make sure it was hard enough. Then, opening her legs wide, and pulling apart her cunt lips she showed him her cunt. "In there!" she exclaimed "Can you manage sticking your prickie in me?"
He looked excited and he bent down and put his prick in the entrance. She moved forward and then pulled him down on top of her so that his prick slid inside her pussy. The young boy was about to fuck her....
As soon as she felt him she trembled with a strange new excitement. At last, she thought, I am being fucked by someone so very young, so very innocent. It excited her to think about it but as she felt him move down her cunt and then up again, felt him get into the rhythm of a man fucking a woman, her delight knew no bounds.
He was soon fucking her quite strongly and it was not till ten minutes later he began to shudder and moan as he sent his sperm deep into her womb.
Before her husband returned they fucked again, and then she sucked his lovely boyish prick as he, under her guidance, licked her cunt and then her asshole. He soon got into the way of it, and then asked her if he could do it again later.
"Well, we must not tell your uncle. You'll have to wait till tomorrow morning when he leaves for the office. Will you come to my bed then?"
He did. No sooner had Sarah's husband left the apartment than he was in her room, now naked with her for the first time, was lying in bed with her, his lips clamped to her luscious titties, his seven inch prick ready to ram her hungry cunt-hole as often as she wanted him to.
Part Two
CHAPTER ONE
He lived near the school, the back of his house overlooked the children's playground and he was a familiar figure around town.
He had no particuliar job, but did odd jobs for people and possessed an amazing variety of small skills that fitted admirably into the scheme of things of the simple life, and his prices were modest, so that even the poorest family could occasionally afford to employ him.
He was known simply as Dave and no one seemed to know his family name, or where he came from. He had appeared a couple of years ago, taken a look around and found the small delapidated cottage which he rented for ten dollars a week from the service station owner, whose garage adjoined the house. The cheapness of the rent was explained by the noise from the garage. But luckily Dave was hard of hearing and the clanging of machines didn't bother him in the least. In fact, it came to him as a sort of muted music.
He wasn't much to look at. A smallish man going bald. His age was around fifty, give or take a few years either way. He had a rather shy engaging grin and the adults considered him harmless for he seemed to keep to himself and did nothing that might cause a raised eyebrow.
They didn't know the odd-job man was quitely doing a lot of harm. The man had no use for grown women but he had an insatiable appetite for young girls and seemed to have a queer power over them, like the disgruntled Pied Piper of Hamlin.
He was terribly cunning. He had the natural cunning of an animal on the prowl. But he had the ability to look mild and inoffensive. Yet his pale blue eyes missed nothing. He saw everything that went on about him without appearing to do so.
Had the town-people been interested in finding out about him and tried to trace him back, they might have discovered that in another town less than fifty miles away, quite a few angry parents would have given a lot to get hold of him. He had escaped before the hue and cry was out and slipped away with his few possessions. The same thing happened at other isolated towns. Sooner or later it might happen again and he hoped it would be later for the town was rich in charming little girls, his natural prey.
He'd already fucked quite a few of them and brought them to a premature awakening of sex. The truly astonishing thing about it was that while the girls, his victims, knew they were not the only girls he fucked, they didn't seem to mind that. They seemed to have no jealousies and would have died rather than give him away.
Of course the girls, once they possessed the fuck knowledge he taught them, took it from there and taught the boys how to screw them. The girls outnumbered the boys by about two to one and the children's parents would have been horrified had they known the many times their children fucked. Children have no conscience when it comes to learning to fuck. Boys were all the same and brothers are no different to any older boys ... and just as eager to take fuck of a girl even if she is his sister, because girls are all the same.
It was more convenient too, especially when it was too wet or too cold to go out to play. Two children of the same or the opposite sex can be very cunning in their own home and they needed nothing, just a short time in privacy in any odd corner furthest away from the rest of the family. So long as they kept quiet, there was little chance of discovery of their fucking activities.
Young Nancy Thomas and her brother, Frank had been fucking one Sunday afternoon behind the back of the sofa upon which their mother was taking a nap. And their father was asleep in an armchair only a yard away. The girl had told Dave about it and been proud of her accomplishment. Dave had praised her and cautioned her to be careful. The fuckers had been twelve and thirteen years of age!
This was only one of the many incidents reported to him. The girls knew he liked to listen to their stories and had no need to make them up. He was an excellent teacher, moreover he was gentle and made fucking seem a wonderfully thrilling game, and he made it so for them. They constantly sought him out, wanting him to fuck them, and not in the least ashamed of themselves or him.
Of course, he was far better at fucking then any of the boys. But he fucked so many girls and was sometimes hard to find, for his activities took place anywhere around the town during the daytime. He knew the place better than the inhabitants. After dark the girls knew where to find him and the garage would be closed by then and the side door would be on the latch for the girls to slip in. At times he fucked as many as ten or a dozen girls in his house. He sent them away all happy and satisfied, a fine accomplishment for a man of fifty and undoubtedly his easy going life was what made it possible for him to have so much strength with which to fuck so many girls at one time. Sometimes there were days when he did nothing but lay in his bed all day.
During the school recess he placed himself in the upstairs back-bedroom with the lower sash of the window raised about half way and, through powerful binoculars which was his only expensive possession, having stolen them some years before at a race track, he would watch the little girls at play. The glasses would draw their animated figures so close he could feel as if he had only to reach out to touch their little bodies. The expensive lenses made every detail so sharp and clear he could see the weave of their little panties and dirt smudges on their knees. He usually sought out the girls from poorer familes in the hope of spotting a tear or hole in their panty crotch so he could see their cunts.
In this way he could mark down a new victim to fuck and once he had done so he would wait outside the school entrance and find her as she came out, then follow her home to learn where she lived.
Most often one of the other girls was able to bring his choice to a prearranged spot and help him persuade the girl to be fucked. Sometimes there was a bit a struggle, but once they had the victim's panties off the rest was simple. In no time at all another virgin lost her cherry and lay happily bleeding and consumed with love for Dave, who had fucked her so wonderfully.
Some of his conquests weren't so easy to screw and, for some reason he cherished these memories most and liked to call them to mind and mull over them when he was alone.
A woman would have laughed at him, which is the reason he avoided anything in skirts above the age of fourteen. For Dave was one of those unfortunate men with a small prick. His cock was a very modest five inches and slenderly made. At the same time, he had abnormally huge balls which compared favorably with those of a full grown bull and no doubt this had something to do with his amazing ability to fuck almost continually. But, for young girls his cock was just right, big enough for their immature pussies and slender enough not to cause distress.
Under the age of fourteen, Dave wasn't particular how young the girl was, though he wasn't brutal enough to fuck a girl younger than eight. Anything younger down to school starting age, he taught to masturbate themselves and suck his prick.
CHAPTER TWO
One of his most prized memories was a girl named Francis Prout, whose father had a Tudor house on the outskirts of the village and owned a factory in a town fifteen miles away to which he drove to and fro in a Bentley car. She was the only child and attended the school only until she reached the age of twelve, when she left to enter a boarding school where the fees were a thousand dollars a year. Dave had been lucky enough to fuck her some months before her twelfth birthday.
She had, he recalled, been one of his difficult conquests. Afterwards, she came completely over and couldn't get enough of his prick and fucking and her bright inquisitive mind had wanted to learn everything. In her case, Dave had fully extended himself and what he hadn't known, he'd invented.
He often wondered since what use she was making of all the fuck knowledge she'd got from him. She was probably passing it on to the flower of British aristocracy. He hoped so, making whores and sex preverts of them.
He'd watched her through the glasses. The prettiest kiddie in the playground in an expensive school outfit made expecially just for her. You could tell that by the finer material of her blouse, dress and panties. She was full of high spirits and her activities made his eyes water the way she jumped about and whirled to make her pleated skirt swirl up. Her panties were dark blue silk, real silk too, not that imitation stuff that looked and felt like it, but the stuff they got out of silk worms. He'd known from the start that he wouldn't rest till he'd got hold of her and had her cunt under his fucking prick.
When he'd decided to make his try he'd pretended to be off sorts and turned the other girls away, so he could get a few days rest and save his sperm up. This girl was really something special and there were plenty of the other sort he could screw any time he wanted. So he had a cock-ache (as he put it) and stopped fucking the other cunts till his head ached.
A good plan was never a waste of time, not in his experience anyway. Oh yes, you could wait your chance and let things work themselves out, he'd done that often enough. But it was no good with these highly strung fillies who shied and ran at sight of the halter.
So he made his plan and one afternoon the girl met him in a lonely stretch of lane on her way home from school. He was standing on the grass off the road pissing into the ditch and pretended not to see her so that the girl was able to walk right up to him thinking herself unobserved, which was easy to pretend since he was looking in the opposite direction.
She was curious all right and he made sure she could see his cock hanging out. He was holding it skinned and idly directing the stream through a bed of weeds on the opposite side of the ditch.
His start of surprise and subsequent confusion was a work of art.
"Sorry, Missy, didn't hear you coming," he mumbled as he hastily, but clumsily, pushed his cock back in his fly and sought, with trembling fingers to button his trousers up.
"What an awful thing!" she observed scornfully. Watching him distastfully for a second, she said in a slightly altered tone of voice that revealed her curiosity, "I've never seen a man's peeer before."
"Haven't you Missy ... reckon you would have sometime ... bit young yet though, come to you naturally when you got older, it would."
"I ... I'm sorry for what I said . ... I didn't mean it ... it startled me you see. You're Dave, the odd job man, aren't you?"
"Yes, Miss, that's me. Do me a favor, don't tell anyone you caught me pissing, will ya? If I'd heard you coming, well you wouldn't have caught me with prickie hangin' out. It's not for little girls to see, that isn't, and your Mum would be angry with me if you told her."
"I'm not a tell-tale, Dave," she assured him earnestly.
"That's good, I trust you. Now you better forget you seen it. I'd be ashamed of myself, that I be, offending your sweet eyes."
"Oh you didn't offend me, and it was my fault. I should have made a noise or something, to give you time to put it away. But I don't mind not really ... I ... I didn't see it properly...."
"Oh-good, then no harm's done," he smiled, still fumbling at the buttons.
She was no longer shy. Her dark brilliant eyes looked down avidly at his fingers.
"No ... I don't mean it like that ... Dave. I meant I wished I'd seen it properly-it was like a sausage...." she giggled. "Please I would like to see it close to I didn't know boys were like down there ... I thought they were as girls-with a slit."
Dear me, no, we're different, Missy, has to be. It has another use beside to piss through, same as your slit.
"Well I never knew that! Just imagine, me being that ignorant and I thought I was a clever girl!"
"Suppose you are clever, you look it, you certainly do, Miss. One of the sharp ones, I tell myself soon as I seen you."
"Did you really ... Dave?" she exclaimed, delighted, "Oh, I like you, I realty do. I'd like to be friends with you."
"Now that's real nice, Missy, but I'm just an odd job man and pretty old, near fifty, I am."
"What do you call it?" she asked suddenly.
"Call it? Call what?" he looked studiously puzzled.
"That-the sausage thing you had hanging out of your trousers," she said impatiently.
"Oh that, call it a prick, they do," he chuckled.
"A prick?" she murmured, and the erotic sound of the word coming from her young red lips caused the blood to surge into his cock. "What a funny word," she said. "Please would you show it too me? I have a dollar in my purse and I'll give it to you if you will let me see it."
"Couldn't take money off you, Miss," he backed away, protesting and looking shocked, "bit too open here, somebody might come...." he glanced around furtively and nervously.
"Oh-how silly of me!" she exclaimed, "I wouldn't either-not in the lane. But we could go behind the hedge, Dave, it's thick over there and no one would see us if we crouched down. I'm sorry, I offered you money. But I want to see your prick very much."
"Tell you what...." he whispered, "I'll do it-if you'll show me your slit. Is it a bargain, Miss?"
"Oh!" she giggled, "there's nothing much to see, it's just a small slit, that's all, but-alright, it's fair, yes ... it's a bargain!"
They found a spot where the hedge was thin a bit further up and he went through first and held the gap open for her and helped her through. Then they stole back along the hedge where a run was dense. The field had a tall stand of grass which was why he had chosen it. He went down on his knees and flattened the grass into a small circle then took a large clean red handkerchief from his jacket pocket, which he spread for her to kneel on.
"Thank you, Dave," she smiled warmly as she knelt down on the square of cloth, then eyed him expectantly, her eyes bright with curiosity and excitement. She passed the pink tip of her tongue between her soft lips, watching his fingers intently as he undid the buttons up the front and he did not stop at a few but went up to the waist of his corduroys and tantalized her with a glimpse of his striped shirt through the narrow gap.
By this time he had a hug erection which he was eager for her to see. His mind churned with thoughts of her lovely, hairless cunt. But he suppressed his impatience. He knew he was clean, he'd had a good bath all over before he came out to be on the safe side, as he thought she seemed the fastidious sort.
He opened out the front of his trousers and slowly gathered up his shirt tail to expose his shorts. She caught her breath at sight of the brownish grey curls sprouting through his pants slit and the signifant bulge underneath.
As his fingers widened the slit her heart-beats accelerated and her mouth went dry. She swallowed and licked her lips again, then his hand came out, half-covering the slender but surprisingly white and clean dong. The skin was up, its pinky bud slightly wet. Then he loosed it and slid his hand in again to lift out the huge balls, now drawn up and stiffly corrugated and somewhat the size of a large orange. His hands moved away leaving them fully exposed. He watched the girl's face, delighted in the emotions mirrored there.
"Where's the red thing...?" she bleated huskily.
He drew back his foreskin and exposed his prick-head. She knelt staring at it, looking slightly sick, but not with disgust, he could see that. They nearly all looked like that the first time, till they got used to it.
Her soft lips parted and she involuntarily stretched out her hand as if to touch it, hesitated and looked quickly up into his face. He smiled reassuringly and chuckled.
"Won't bite you Miss ... what you think of it?"
"I ... I don't know yet ... it was hanging down now it's all stiff. Why is it standing up and what is that big round bag underneath?"
"It's standing up because you're looking at it," he said, "it feels sort of proud to be showing itself to a pretty girl. That other thing now, there's a pair of balls in there, just like you've seen behind a dog or a bull...."
"Oh yes, of course," she cried, "how funny ... can I touch it please?"
"Ah. .if you want to Miss ... like it fine he will ... likes being stroked and made a fuss of, my prick does."
She slowly stretched out her hand and with her pink fingertips gently touched the white skin below the crumpled ruff of the folded foreskin, smoothing her finger tips down.
"Oh-how nice and warm and soft it feels!" she exclaimed, opening her hand and tenderly clasping it, gaining confidence as the natural reluctance of touching another person's private flesh faded in the delight of her sense of touch. She brought her other hand into play to feel his heavy balls, tentatively sinking her fingers in and shivering a little as the tips discovered the soft oval eggs. Her face became flushed and her eyes soft and bright and she smiled delighted into his eyes. "It's lovely!" she breathed, "I wish I had one."
"What for?" he asked, "what's the matter with what you got there between your legs?"
"Oh it seems silly now-it's only a fold of skin," she sighed.
"What about our bargain?" he asked, thinking it time to remind her now she was so wrapped up and fascinated by his prick and balls.
"There's nothing much to see," she protested, with a shy smile.
"More to it than you think," he grinned, "what about it, Miss?"
"Of course you can," she said quickly, "it's just that I wish there was really something for you to see. Will you do it please, and if you want to you can take my panties right off."
"That would be best," he agreed, concealing his excitement. She rose from sitting on her heels to kneel up, while keeping her hand on his prick. Without undue haste, he slid his hands up under the pleated skirt of her tunic and up to her waist, feeling the delightful rounded shape of her thighs and hips and soft sender waist. Then he stripped her panties down. He avoided touching her skin as much as possible and pushed her silk panties down around her knees. She removed the hand from his balls and placed it on his shoulder, swaying to one side and lifting the opposite leg to allow him to get it out of the leg of the pants and there was no need to get the other leg out. He tucked the empty leg into the other.
He said: "I'll show you something Missy. Let go of my prick a minute, will you? Now watch ... "and he took his prick lightly in hand and slowly pushed the skin up, then pulled it down again. He did it a few times as she watched intently. Each time he pulled the skin further down till it turned inside out and pulling it right up to form a bunch of crumpled, roselike skin.
"Let me try it," she begged, so he moved his hand away and she took over, copying what he had done. "Oh how I envy you...." she murmured as confidence came to her and the skin slid up and down in obedience to the fluid movements of her hand, "does it feel nice for you, Dave?" she asked eagerly.
"Ah-that it does, Miss! Squeeze it a bit tighter and tell you what ... it's a bit awkward for us like this so let us lie on our sides ... me this way ... you the other ... then we can both play with each other...." and, saying this he pushed his legs out and leaned on his left hip and elbow and the girl immediately caught on, seeing the advantages, lying on her left hip too with her head towards his legs and hers to his. He heaved up and pushed his trousers down and the girl also swept her skirt up, remarking, "This is lovely, but I shall have to be going home soon, else my mother will get worried, Dave, and want to know what's kept me. But, oh, I wish I could stay here with you...." she sighed as her soft little hand closed around his prick again and her eyes feasted themselves in rapt concentration over his whole prick and ball. It was now at much closer range than before. He had his upper leg spread away, foot drawn up, so she did this, too, as soon as she felt his fingers touch her soft young cunt.
"Lovely little cunt you have, Missy," he murmured appreciatively.
"What did you call it?" she asked, "it sounded like 'cut'".
"Cunt," he repeated, "that's what it's called."
"Cunt?" she murmured, flinching sharply as his finger tip brushed lightly over the tiny lump of her concealed clitoris, "Oh!" she exclaimed, "that felt lovely-do it to me again."
As he complied her hand slowed and finally stopped pumping at his foreskin, but the grip of her fingers tightened and her upper bent leg lifted. There was nothing wrong with his technique, his touch was light and stroked ever so gently at the tiny hardening nub that is the most sensitive and concentrated spot of the female anatomy. It was evident to Dave that the girl had never touched herself between the legs except, perhaps for the perfunctory wipe through her panty crotch after a piss, and that was lower down. He knew that some girls merely blotted up the clinging moisture and this could be the case with a girl who is dainty and fastidious in her personal habits, but that which he was now doing to her must certainly change those habits!
She moaned and flinched with the delicious lancing thrills of tittilation. But he had no intention of finger-fucking her to a cum. For once she learned the reward of rubbing it, she might possibly become self sufficient and retire into the shell of secrecy that comes with the discovery of masturbation, so he presently stopped and she heaved a quivery sigh and let her legs close on the throbbing center.
"Oh Dave-that was wonderful!" she breathed
"Ah-I know a thing or two about the girlies ... but it's time you went off, Miss."
"Yes...." she agreed as they moved apart and did up their clothes, "yes Dave, I must go home now and thank you for the lovely things you've showed me. We must meet again ... mustn't we?"
"Well ... that's up to you Miss...." he hesitated looking at her almost shyly, "I like you, you're a sweet kiddie and I've enjoyed myself with you, but I feel a bit ashamed of myself for showing you the prick I got. Your Mamma wouldn't like it if she knew."
"But I'm not going to tell her. Oh no, never! I know it must be naughty because she's always on at me not to show my panties and she doesn't like me to stay too long in the toilet, so I won't tell her anything. I can pick a few flowers and say that's what kept me. She thinks it's sweet when I do that," she giggled, loving the secret that was now between them.
He helped her through the hedge and watched her walk up the lane till she was out of sight, then emerged and trudged off in the opposite direction, well satisfied with what he had accomplished. It was a start anyway and it would give her something to think about.
He carried back with him the erotic vision of her lovely soft cunt, and had difficulty that night in refraining from jerking himself off, for he had an almost constant hard-on and his balls felt as if somebody had lit a fire inside. But the little man had an amazing will power over himself, especially with such a shining goal bebefore him to aim his cock at. Even if he had to wait a week ... and build up a good head of rich scum especially for her. She was worth it. Her folks were filthy rich and he knew she wouldn't breath a word about the old man who had showed her his prick and opened to her the delights of her little virgin cunt.
He'd had a look, spread the soft lips apart and seen it, and her little pisser as well as the little puckered screw of her pink ass hole. But he'd wanted to see if she really did have her cherry intact. It had been beautiful, sunken in a bit with its little thin --rimmed hole. Little beauty she was and one day she'd marry rich, but he bet himself she'd never forget her little odd job man, not as long as she lived she wouldn't forget his prick he'd see to that!
But softly ... softly ... catchee mousy....
CHAPTER THREE
The day after this delightful episode the girl eagerly hurried to the spot where she had met him and almost cried with disappointment. The lane was empty. She searched, looked behind the hedge but the wily old man had decided not to show up and to appear unconcerned and, after a while she sadly gave up the search for him and went home.
Next day, a Friday, her delight knew no bounds when, half running in her eagerness to reach the spot she rounded a bend in the land and saw him sitting on the back of the ditch in the same spot where she had 'caught' him pissing. With a glad cry, she ran up to him .and half-fell into the ditch and into his arms.
He laughed softly and gave her a hug as she wildly pressed kisses over his lips and face.
"Where were you yesterday, you naughty old thing?" she cried accusingly, "I looked everywhere for you ... it was terrible ... I nearly cried."
"You didn't ask me to come," he said mildly. I had a job anyway, couldn't have come if I wanted to. Clipping a hedge I was, got to live."
"Oh you old silly," she said adoringly, "if you'd let me I'd bring you some money. I can get some easily for you, I only have to ask my mother. But let's go behind the hedge, darling Dave, I feel terribly excited and I can't wait to be alone with you. I've thought and thought and thought about you till my eyes steamed up! I've dreamed about your lovely prick and beautiful hairy balls and I've played about with my cunt, but it's not the same as when you did it."
He got up and helped her through the gap in the hedge, chuckling softly as he squired the eager girl to the nest they had made behind the hedge in the long grass, his arm around her, and her hand eagerly feeling his stiff prick through his corduroys.
"Now be quiet," he said softly, "don't want nobody to hear us ... I was sorry I couldn't come ... I wanted to," and he wasn't lying when he said that, it had been hard to keep away ... hard, that it had, but he'd done right, nothing like a bit of teasing and tantalising to make a little girl get hot pants.
She was pathetically eager and grateful to be with him and when he'd spread his red handerchief for her to sit on she cuddled into his arms and kissed him passionately and tenderly, unmindful of his bristly whiskers, and she seized his hand and pushed it under her skirt, then attacked his fly buttons.
"Oh Dave can I see you with your trousers off ... without any clothes on?" she pleaded, "I will too-if you want to see me bare?"
"I do at that," he whispered, "brought it with you?" he asked.
"Brought what Dave?" she looked at him in dismay and saw his eyes were twinkling.
"Why what else but your little cunt?" he chuckled.
She laughed merrily in relief.
"You're teasing me. Of course I've brought it. It's in my panties. Oh ... your darling prick," she sighed ecstatically as she pulled it out and began to fondle it, "Oh, Dave, I love it...." she crooned.
"I love your hot little cunt too, Miss," he smiled. "Still think your slit is silly?"
"No-no! Not since you made me have that lovely feeling. I didn't know ... but I do now."
"Let's get our clothes off," he suggested, "we can't waste time you know, you can't stay with me too long."
She released his prick and neither lost any time but immediately stripped themselves.
"Dave ... my name's Francis, but I like to be called Frankie," she told him. "Will you call me that, instead of Missy?"
"I'd like that fine," he said, stripping off his pants and, reclining naked, watched her appreciatively wriggling out of her slip. "Wish we had more time together," he sighed.
"I do too, Dave," she replied eagerly, "I've been thinking about it. If I met you again ... what about the weekend?" she paused looking at him. "Couldn't we? Not tomorrow, mother's taking me to a party.
I might be able to get away on Sunday. I have to go to Sunday school in the afternoon and church in the evening, so there's only Sunday morning till dinner time ... could we meet?"
"It would be lovely." said the naked girl as she lay down alongside him, head to feet, and opened out her legs, her hairless cunt plopping out in front of her.
The odd couple became engrossed in their play in much the same way as they had done before, though he had a strong impulse to use his mouth to suck her pussy instead of his fingers. But he decided to save it till he could do a proper job on it.
Later they got dressed again and parted, with renewed promises to keep their date on Sunday. Dave went off first, the girl trailing him some distance back and they actually passed the gates of her home but no one saw her and she followed him a bit further on till reached a stile and he motioned to her to remain at the stile, then climbed over and crossed the small meadow to a clump of bushes. From their shelter, he waved to her to go on home now and the girl ran back.
Dave took a look around the little field that nestled in the midst of the bushes. It was a hollowed out depression with a small spring in the bank at one end and only a small spot held a pool of clear water. The rest was lush, virgin grass which, to his satisfaction, showed no signs of having been visited recently. It was an ideal spot. Far enough from the lane and houses to offer privacy and unsupected by the people living nearby. The hollow was sunken some four feet deep and the bushes offered additional screening. Being close to where she lived would be an advantage because she might be able to slip away more often than if she had to walk back the half mile to the place they had used twice and which he didn't particularly care for because they'd be cutting the grass soon and the nest was sure to be spotted and commented on. It had served its purpose.
However, in spite of a favorable weather forecast Sunday morning dawned gray and heavy with threatening clouds and by ten o'clock it had begun to rain. In spite of this Dave kept his appointment, in his old mac and boots and hid himself in the bushes where he could watch the stile.
A little after ten his heart lifted from the lowering gloom that had begun to settle on it. Though his eyesight wasn't too good at that range, 'the little figure in the plastic hooded cape and shiny black boots looked like it might be Frankie. When she turned off the pathway and made across towards the clump of bushes he was sure, so he cautiously showed himself and she hurried forward and walked into his arms.
After thoroughly kissing her, he looked into her anxious face.
"Oh Davey, darling, this awful rain-what are we going to do?
"Well, it's a good walk, but there's my place. What did you tell your Mun?"
"I told her I had agreed to meet a girl friend from school to play with at her house, so it's alright. I'll come to your house and we'll do it like yesterday. I'll follow you there."
Her relief at the solution to their problem shone in her eyes and the man wondered again at the wonderful good luck he was having, and he was not averse to inviting her to his humble little cottage, and at least she knew the hide-out now.
"Right Frankie," he smiled, "let me get over the fence then follow me. I live next to the garage if you lose sight of me."
"Yes, I know where you live," she smiled and kissed him again, then stood hidden, watching him walk across the meadow. The moment he had climbed the fence, she set out after him.
The walk took a precious quarter of an hour of their time and very few people were about that early, kept indoors by the uninviting weather. The force of the rain steadily increased and Frankie was glad when she entered the shelter of the low doorway.
The place was clean and neat but it was obviously were a man lived alone and lacked the refined touch of a woman's hand. But, strangely, Frankie liked it. The rooms were so small and low ceilinged compared with the big lofty rooms at home, that Davey's house was like a big doll's house and he had left a fire in the grate for just such a contingency. He had known the evening before that a change was due in the weather.
"Shall I lock the door, Frankie?" he asked softly;
"Oh yes-but why ask me?"
"Didn't want you to feel locked in. I'll leave the key in the lock so you can let yourself out any time you want."
"Oh, I feel safe with you. I know you won't harm me, dear Davey," she murmured as he locked the door, "if you like, you can close the curtains too, so nobody can look in."
"I'll make it," he said, "but I could light the lamp."
"That would be lovely, Davey, nice and cozy and we can see what we're doing. I'm steaming...."
She was standing in front of the fire warming herself and the heat was causing her figure to be wreathed in mist.
"Shall I take my cape off?" she asked.
By this time he had shed his cap, mac and boots and padded around in his stockinged feet. He turned from closing the old curtins.
"I'd like to do that," he said and she nodded, "leave it on for a bit till I've got my clothes off. I want to undress you-if you don't mind?"
"No-I'd like that," she agreed as he moved over to the table and lit the old fashioned lamp, carefully adjusting the wick and the room took on a warm and cozy atmosphere beloved by the feminine heart. Frankie moved back a little from the range of heat, slowly looking around the room and loving everything in it. He came and stood near to her and looked at her while he unhurriedly stripped off his jacket, shirt, trousers and underwear, leaving only his grey woolen socks on. Her eyes lit up and fastened greedily on his genitals, on his slender, youthful looking prick with the pink head oozing milky juice and the incongruously huge balls tight drawn below like a hairy brown orange.
"Do anything we like now," he whispered, smiling into her bright, avid eyes, "can't we, Frankie?"
"Yes," she murmured breathlessly, for her heart was thumping and her body shaking with excitement. But, what will we do if anybody comes and knocks on the door?"
"Turn the lamp down and he down," he said, "till they go away and thinks I'm not in."
"Lovely," she smiled, "Oh Davey, I want you to do dirty things to me ... I will too ... for you."
"Course we will, anything you like, Frankie. If you want anything in particular, you just up and tell me what it is as I knows folks had got unusual ideas and I've done most of them in my time. Know what I'd like to do to you? he asked.
"No, tell me Davey," she asked breathlessly.
"Suck your cunt for you? What do you think of that?"
"It ... sounds lovely," she murmured, flushing as she thought of him doing that to her, "but you don't,,?"
"Won't force you to anything you don't want to, up to you what you does to me," he took her gently into his arms, wet cape and all.
"I'm all wet," she giggled.
"Lovely-havy myself a bath," he chuckled, rubbing his naked body against the rain dewed plastic and taking care to prod his prick against her belly. He slid his arms down her back and cupped and lifted the soft cheeks of her ass, hugging and squeezing her.
"I like this," she exclaimed, wriggling in his arms.
"Climb on my back," he asked. "Yes."
Dave let her go and squatted down. She walked around him, looking down at his muscular lean ass, the slit of which was thick with curly hairs. She pulled the fron of her skirts up and straddled his back, sitting with only her thin silk panties between them. She leaned forward and clasped her arms around his neck and he rose to his feet and began to trot her round the table, holding on to her legs and jigging her up and down.
"Ride-a-cock-horse. ." she cried, clinging to him laughing, "you're my horse ... I want to dismount," and he halted and bent, resting his elbows on the table while she slithered down over his ass. She was flushed and hot under the plastic cape and, during the ride she'd been aware that one of the knuckles of hiss spine had been under her cunt and the jigging had brought on a slight wet flush. "Stand still, Horsey," she ordered, looking at his stance salaciously. His legs were angled back, feet apart and from the side she could see his genitals. She stood beside him, then bent down to peer under him. She placed her hand on his asscheeks and swung the other under him and shyly stroked back his foreskin, then slid the other hand down the cleft of his ass and cupped his heavy ball's "Ooooooh ... I want my horsey to have a piss," she yearned.
"Fetch the bowl out of the sink ... through that door there," he pointed and she ran off to get it. "Not sure whether I can while my cock's that stiff ... but I want to go so I'll have a try. Get under me and squat, hold the bowl on your lap and hold my prick and see I don't piss all over you."
He moved his feet back and further apart and the girl crouched and squatted on the floor beneath him, placed the bowl on her thighs with one arm around it and reached up to clasp his prick.
"Stroke it a bit to encourage it," he said.
"It wouldn't matter if you pissed on me, I have my cape on," she giggled.
A thin spurt of pale yellow urine shot out of the slit in his skinned-back, red cock-head and took her unaware, hitting her chest and spraying down into the bowl. She giggled delightedly and, after a pause it came again, thin, forceful and lancing and so unlike her own piss that it fascinated her. She quickly discovered that by moving his prick, she could direct it anywhere and once she jerked it up, then recoiled as a little splashed across her cheek before she thrust it down. A few spots had crossed her lips. With a little shiver she wiped the back of her hand along them without, however, once taking her eyes off the red prick-head from which the stream of sparkling water was flowing and she managed to direct the rest into the bowl. The force of it caused a lot of splashing over her cape. Inevitably the flow dwindled, came in sharp brief spurts and tailed away to drips. She pulled the skin up and down a few times, shook it and commented, laughingly that her horsey had his tail in the wrong place.
Twisting aside, she placed the bowl out of her way and crawled out. She pushed the bowl under the table and stood up.
"Come and undress me, Davey," she pleaded, "I feel so hot."
Dave stopped being her horse for the time being, to do as she asked. It was an immense pleasure to him to take off her clothes and he didn't hurry over it. He moved around her, searching out the fastenings, the cape was easy and came off over her head. He placed it on the table and looked at her appreciatively, for though he would have preferred her in her school uniform, the little dress she had on actually make her look much younger because it was a play dress with imitation crossed straps with pink and white gingham inserted to look like a blouse. It had a rounded collar and little puffed up sleeves, the straps and skirt were grey worsted with little gingham patch-pockets and the skirt was very short. It was the sort of dress mothers bought for little girls between six and eight.
"What a nice little dress," he commented as he unfastened it at the back, "but it looks a bit too small for you."
"Oh that's Mummy, Davey, she likes to dress me like a little girl. She doesn't want me to grow up. She's drippy over me."
"You her only kiddie?" he asked as he stripped the dress off.
"Yes, I heard her tell my father that one's enough for her and she says she won't have any more, not even to please him. Father wants a little baby boy."
"What about you? Wouldn't you like a little brother or a sister?" he asked, regarding her gravely as she stood in her pale blue silk slip and little panties, still wearing her shiny black boots.
"Oh I would and I wouldn't mind which. Though I'd like a brother best. But it's no good wishing if mother won't have any more, is it?"
"Well, I dunno, Frankie. If your father was a proper man he'd make your mother do what he wants, not let her tell him what she wants. It ain't right, Frankie," he said solemnly, relieving her of her slip. He sat down in his armchair and gently drew her closer, holding her by her upper arms then bent forward to kiss-suck each of her small undeveloped girlish nipples.
"Oh-that's nice! Is it very difficut, Davey, for a father to make his wife have a baby?" she looked at him wide eyed. He seemed to know such an awful lot and so much puzzled her.
"Easiest thing in the world, love. If he wanted to, he could do it when she was fast asleep. One of these days ... soon ... I'll tell you how it's done. Being a girl yourself, you will be having kiddies of your own in a few years time."
"Will I really, Davey?" she gasped, "Me!"
"Course you will. Won't be able to help yourself, like I said, it's easy. The trouble is not having too many, else you go and spoil your lovely figure. But two or three's alright."
"Can you ... have you ... done it, Davey?" she whispered, her eyes adoring him.
"Well, I ain't married, and you should be before you start a serious thing like having kids, so don't let on what I'm telling you now. I done it alright, three times. Two little girls and little boy, and it wasn't with women, it was with girls still going to school. But a bit oder'n you, one was thirteen and the 'other two fourteen. They are married now."
"Oh how proud you must feet," she said softly. "Dear Davey ... am I old enough yet to have a baby?"
"Not yet, wish you were, Frankie. Love to make you a Mommy I would," he said fervently.
"When will I be old enough? When I'm fourteen, or thirteen, like that other girl you made have one?"
"Probably, but you'll know when the time comes. It'll be when you start to have real big titties and a fluf of hair on you cunt-that's when."
"Oh-I see. Well then, when I'm like that ready, would you do it to me if I came to see you. I'm going away to a private school soon, when I'm twelve, but I'll come to see you during my vacations Darling Davey...." If you come and ask me, I will," he promised, "but you might change your mind ... girls do.
"If you come and ask me, I will," he promised, "but you might change your mind ... girls do. So I won't hold you to it. Now lets get your panties off, and I'd like fine for you to keep your boots on, real nice you look in them shiny black boots."
"How funny!" she giggled as he took first one of the boots off, then the other to get her legs out of her panties. Then he replaced the boots and perched her black velour hat back on her head. He picked up her dress which had a belt through loops at the sides and pulled the belt out to fasten it around her waist. She made a most sexy picture and it required a massive will power to prevent himself from raping her. Her cunt was a bright red, wound-like slit splitting her peachy lower mount. Her cunt mound was unusually plump.
"Let's play horsey again, Davey," she suggested eagerly.
"Have to make myself some harness," he grinned.
"Oh yes that would be lovely ... with a saddle and reins and stirrups? No ... not a saddle....I like to ride your barebacked. Don't stand up this time, get on all fours," she begged, "and you needn't crawl or you'll get your hands and knees dirty."
He was more than willing to fall in with her slightest wish. So he went down on all fours on the rag rug before the hearth and Frankie sat herself on his back and began to jig herself in a canter, holding on to his spine and his sliding skin. Then he arched and hollowed in his back to stimulate a bucking motion. She slid her ass to and fro and gripped his waist between her soft thighs.
"Oh I love this!" she giggled breathlessly, crouching jockey fashion with her knees up. He braced his arms and swayed his trunk jerkily to make her slide along his back, alternating by letting his arms bend at the elbows, then rearing up and it was all she could do to hang on. The middle of his back became wet and slippery from her pussy juices as her cunt was dragged and thrust along it.
Eventually her hold was loosened and she slid off and landed with a bump on her ass. He immediately crawled around in a half circle and, still on hands and knees, thrust his head between her thighs and plunged his mouth and tongue into her red, juicy slit.
"Ooh!" she panted as sharp little spasms shot through her. "Oh-lovely!" she spread her legs, leaning up to watch him dragging his tongue u and down in her open furrow, "is it smelly, Dave won't it make you sick?"
He shook his head, being too busy to speak, probing the stiff point of his tongue against her budlike cherry in an attempt to start the little opening stretching. At the same time pressed his nose hard against her clitoris and ... rubbed it in to keep the spasms sparking and hiding what he was doing to her cherry lower down.
Her hymen was very tender and no match against the spearpoint of his wet tongue and the little hole was soon widened enough to accept the intrusion of his tongue. If the girl was aware of i she made no protest. The feeling was too delicious and she felt no pain at all as he pushed his tongue into her twat as far as it would go. His great amount of saliva helped soften the membranes so that it stretched instead of breaking. He used his tongue like a prick to tongue-fuck her. The girl was beside herself with delight and nervous excitement. She pushed her cunt at his face, falling naturally into the push and withdraw of human fuck motions.
The man made a hook of his stiff tongue and thrust jerkily at the elastic, juicy hole to further widen it, though he doubted whether at this time, that he dared attempt her complete breaking in. His prick was murderously stiff and the accumlation of sperm threatened at any moment to shoot itself off wasted.
She now had her legs bent back and as wide apart as they would go. Suddenly, her orgasm burst over her and blinding flashes of ecstasy caused her eyes to roll up under her upper lids, and in instinctive reaction she thrust her legs down and gripped her thighs tight against the sides of his neck. She tried to tear her screaming cunt fire of the exquisite torment but he kept his pressed hard down, his tongue thrust deep into her cringing cunt, his nose pressed on her flinching clitoris. Then he gently eased off and withdrew his tongue and lifted his head.
With a shuddering sigh of relief the girl let herself go slack and dropped her legs. He knelt up and looked at her drowned face and the tremors of sweet aftermath that shook her body as she lay outstretched on the floor. Her cunt was swimming thickly with rich, clear, girl-cum and as the shiverings died down, he put his mouth to her cunt and sucked it away.
"Oh Davey ... ooooh!" she sighed, putting her hands down to tenderly feel her throbbing hot slit.
"Like it, Frankie?" he murmured, licking his lips and breathing in the delicious smell of her cunt.
"It was like being in heaven," she whispered dreamily, "I feel all weak. I feel lovely....so terribly happy. I never dreamed anything so lovely could happen to me."
"If you knows what's what, like me, and love the girl, like I love you, it can," he said, "but come, Frankie, no sense in lying on the floor."
He helped her up and drew her towards his armchair. He sat down and took her on his lap and cuddled her lovely soft white body. Then she caught the smell of her cunt on his face and her nose wrinkled. She giggled deliciously, "You smell!" she tittered, "you smell cunty!"
"It tastes lovely," he grinned, passing his tongue around his mouth.
"It smells like you've been eating kippers," she laughed, giving his mouth a quick kiss. "Let me lick you clean," and saying that he submitted while she licked his face and in the end he managed to trap her tongue between his lips and suck it into his mouth. She pushed it out for him, delighted at this new twist. Then he gave her his to suck and he massaged her boyish little breasts.
"Oh Davey, she sighed presently, "you do such lovley exciting things to me," she put her hand to her prominent twat-mount, pressed and stroked upwards, making her red slit stretch, then she twisted over and sought to make her slit touch the wet end of his prick which was pressing aginst her hip.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked in a strangled voice.
"I want us to touch there," she whispered.
"Sit with your legs astride mine, then," he suggested huskily, "but watch out, else you'll make me cum all over you, then there would be a mess."
"Cum? Mess? What sort of mess, Davey?" she asked excitedly.
"Cum is what you felt when I licked your cunt and the mess is my sperm," he said as she slid off and sat astride his thighs.
"Sperm? What's sperm like?"
"It's like thick milk and comes from my balls. Oh Lord, you'll see some soon enough," he groaned as she slid her ass along his thighs and pressed his prick down against her raw cunt. She pushed his foreskin down, drooling lustly as she gently moved the red prick-head up and down in her slit. But he was content, it was almost as good as a fuck and it might lead up to that very desirable action, but how he wished he could cum inside her.
He noticed that her eyes, though staring into his face, were not really seeing him, but were withdrawn and she was feeling under his prick, feeling her own cunt. He dropped his eyes to watch her fingers, then life came into her eyes again and she said.
"I've just remembered what you were doing to me, with your tongue, Davey. You pushed it into me, you made the hole open. Oh Davey ... let's do it, let's try to get your prick up my hole? her eyes glowed almost feverishly at the wonderful idea of it.
"Push your legs on the seat," he said. "Make it easier for you, like you to try to do that, Frankie. Clever of you to think of that, might hurt you a bit though. My prick's bigger than my tongue."
"If it hurts me-I won't do it. You won't try to make me, will you? she pleaded.
"No-not me. Wouldn't hurt you for the world," he assured her.
"Promise?" she insisted.
"I promise," he said solemnly and she was satisfied.
"Please don't move," she pleaded as she gingerly guided his flexed prick down. Then, to her chagrin it slipped from her fingers and flipped up. He groaned, not only on account of the friction of her juicy slit as it ploughed up it, but at the anguish of the delay. She seemed poised on the edge of indecision and he cursed himself for warning her of the possibility of pain. He should have remembered she was a rich man's daughter, gently reared. But she took hold of it again, more firmly this time and pushed it down her cunt, then held it against the entrance to her twat.
Her tongue came out as she drew herself forward. She sucked in her breath and quivered as the smooth hot cock-head pushed its snout in a little way. She bent her head and stared down at it, then gulped and drew back, letting his prick spring up and he knew it was no good. She wasn't going to-not then anyway.
"Oh Davey-I can't," she cried, her lips trembling.
"Never mind, Frankie, don't you fret yourself. You're a bit young yet to be fucked," he let the last word slip out accidentally to stimulate her curiosity.
"Fucked?', she asked quickly, "what is that, Davey?"
"Why that ... what you were going to do ... thought you knew."
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "I didn't know ... but is it true, is that what we should do?"
"Oh ... ah ... course it is, else why should we be different?" he sighed, "no rush, though, Frankie. you take your time. Won't do nothing myself to persuade you ... but you will ... you'll want it. But you think it over. Natural thing, fuck is ... feels real good when my prick's in your cunt. But like I say, you're a bit young, a bit too well brought up too."
"What's that got to do with it?" she demanded, looking puzzled. "I'm no different than other girls."
"But you are. You been brought up easy and tender, not rough like some. Them sort has prick up their cunts before they're ten, but a rich kiddie is soft. Anyway, Frankie, we haven't enough time left now to argue about it-it's nearly dinner time."
"Oh dear, you must think me an awful silly, Davey darling," she was almost crying with vexation, "but I'm not too young, really I'm not," she cried "and I wfll fuck, so there! But not now. I will next time though. You've given me a lovely time Davey and I know now that I love you very much. But I was a bit scared, and it did hurt me a bit, like you said it would. It went all tight. I think it needs stretching open a bit more first," she mused.
"Yes, perhaps that's it, Frankie," he agreed. "Oh Davey, when can we meet again?" she appealed.
"Can't be soon enough for me," he sighed truthfully, "but you have to go to Sunday School then to church, haven't you?"
"Well ... I ought to. Oh, Davey I'd rather be with you, but mother would find out if I didn't go to Sunday School. We have a card and teacher gives us a stamp to show we've been, else I would play truant from it and come here instead to learn how to fuck."
"Mustn't get yourself into trouble on my account," he shook his head, "but let's think now, what time do you start off for church?"
"It begins at eight o'clock," she told him eagerly, "so we start from home in the car at a quarter to."
"I see ... what time do you finish your tea then?"
"We have it at half past four and finish about five."
"What do you do between times, after tea and before you have to get ready for church?"
"Oh I go out to play in the garden. Mother won't let me leave the grounds in case I forget the time."
"Well it's stopped raining now," he said, "and looks as if the sun's come out. Is there anywhere in your garden we could go if I was to sneak in?
Grass'll be likely to be wet else we could hid in some bushes."
"There's the summer house, Davey," she said eagerly, "Mother always calls me from the house, she doesn't come out looking for me. But how will you get in? There's a wall all around," she eyed him anxiously and with dawning hope.
"You can leave that to me," he chuckled, "the summerhouse sounds alright to me. Can it be seen from the house?"
"Oh no, it's right at the back and there's lots of bushes in between. I often play there. Oh it would be lovely, and if you come Davey-I will. I want to terribly now. I was such a little silly .I'm sorry....I...." she stopped.
"You'll what?" he asked.
"I won't tell you," she laughed, "it will be a surprise. It's something I just thought of."
"Alright, keep your secret," he grinned at her affectionately and drew her into his arms to kiss her soft responsive lips, then patted her soft ass. "Now be a good girl and get dressed, we don't want your mother getting suspicious, do we?"
"Oh no!" she gasped, "I'd die if she found out and stopped me seeing you ... now."
He helped her on with her clothes, not bothering with his own. At the door after kissing her again, he said.
"I'll be there about the time you finish your tea, Frankie."
"Good ... I'll unlock it after dinner ready for you. Then if it starts raining again you can shelter while you wait for me. Darling Davey...." she reached up to press her lips to his again. He let her out and watched through the door till she had gone. He heaved a long, quivery sigh and fondled his prick.
Compared with her, the others were easy and no trouble at all. But he decided that, for all his disappointments, she was well worth being patient for. He had an immense load of scum to get rid of and he could think of no better place for it than inside her little belly. He'd never had a cunt so lovely, so gentle and sweet and she'd known absolutely nothing ... pure and innocent, she'd been. But Lord he'd change all that, he fucking well would, he promised himself grimly.
Need a bit of patience, she would, but just wait till he'd broken her in and fouled her little white belly with his odd job scum. Ole Davey, half tramp, and the rich man's only daughter. Give the bugger rich, he would, and all his filthy money couldn't save his little girl. Never be the same again, she wouldn't, teach her all the filthy tricks, ass-fuck her too and make her suck him off. Fill her expensively reared body with his slimy cum and teach her to drink piss too.
Muttering to himself, he put on his clothes and began to get his mid-day meal, his mind churning with wicked thoughts.
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CHAPTER SIX
However, over his dinner his thoughts mellowed and he began to think of her as a girl, not her father's daughter. And although his intentions towards her remained the same his thoughts became affectionate and tender.
After he'd cleared up and washed up he mooned about the house for some time, not knowing what to do with himself. He wanted to fuck a girl badly and he still wasn't sure Frankie would be able to make herself let him break in her cherry. He was in half a mind to get one or two of his girls over, but resisted it, and later he was to be glad he had resisted the temptation.
He had a nap in his chair and awakened around four o'clock and made himself some tea and sandwiches. He had a wash at the sink, stripping himself nakedand as he dried his body he was tempted to jerk himself off but again resisted the urge. But an idea occurred to him as he shaved, an idea that made him laugh. It was something he had not tried before, so after he had shaved he took out a pair of scissors and cut off his pubic hair and shaved it clean.
The pepper and salt color was half grey and it was amazing the difference it made after all the hair had gone, though it did leave a pink mottling of the skin where the hairs had been and it hadn't been easy to shave his corrugated scrotum, his body was lean but muscular and now looked more youthful.
He got dressed in the best clothes he had, which wasn't much as never paid much attention to his general appearance and he needed a hair cut, but beyond giving himself a rough trim around the neck it was too late to do much.
After locking up, he set out, stepping along briskly. He was in good time and the distant church clock struck the half past four when he was half way there. Reaching the boundary wall which skirted the estate where girl lived, he found a gap in the hedge of the property adjoining and made his way around to the rear furthest from the house and soon spotted a tree growing close to the wall inside with overhanging branch and hauled himself up.
The top of the wall had broken glass cemented in so he pulled himself up on to the branch and crawled along it and dropped to the ground inside the wall. Only the part immediately surrounding the house was under cultivation, the rest grew artistically wild with good cover provided by rhododendron and laurel bushes among the tall grass and bracken.
His woodcraft was excellent and his drably dressed figure would have been difficult to spot as he crept through the woodland with darting, foxy eyes searching constantly. He soon spotted the weatherbeaten structure which must be the summerhouse. It was constructed of rough hewn boards and a fancy tiled roof. He approached the building from the rear and raised himself from crouching to peer through one of the windows. The place was unoccupied, the interior attractively decorated and more like a home than his cootage. The inner walls were paneled and painted a light cream. There were aluminium and canvas chairs stacked in one corner, the floor was carpeted and there was a stove with a pipe running up through the roof. Set out was a long lounging chair and beside it a low table with a few magazines on it and there were actually curtains up at the windows.
He stole cautiously around the building and took a good look around before stepping onto the veranda. A few steps took him to the door which was unlocked. He slipped inside and closed it, breathing a sigh of relief. The place was very pleasant and would have made him a fine home. But he wasn't going to turn sour and the girl should be along presently. He tried out the lounging chair. It had a stout aluminim frame and the seat was padded and quilted and covered with gay canvas. It wasn't roped, it was sprung and squeaked softly when he sat on it. It took him and moulded itself to his body and it wasn't too wide.
He got up and went to peer out of the window towards the house, but nothing stirred. Grinning to himself he began to strip off his clothes. He took off everything, shoes and socks and all and bundled his clothes up. He placed the bundle under the chair then went to the window that gave the clearest view of the way she would come and stood keeping watch. The sun was out and warming the place up real nice. He had a walk around, glancing down now and then at his white skinned swaying prick and the red orange of his tight balls. He went to have another look. He was just in time to see Frankie before a bush hid her from his view. His heart lurched and he scuttled over to the chair and stretched himself out along it and closed his eyes.
The girl walked in and gave a startled exclamation at the sight of her elderly naked lover, then with a glad cry she ran to him and went down on her knees to kiss him passionately and wake him up.
"Oh, Davey darling, what a lovely surprise ... you look lovely ... but what have you done with all your hair, you naughty thing?"
"Shaved it off," he chuckled, "wanted to be the same as you-like it?" he asked a little anxiously.
"Why yes, it makes you prick look quite different. I don't feel so frightened of it now...." She ran her fingers over his naked mound and up his smooth slender white prick. She clasped it and stroked the foreskin down and his cock-head bloomed like a red-red rose, glistening and scummy. She felt and weighted his huge balls. Then for some queer reason, he began to feel distinctly uneasy, for there was a lot of animal in him and all his instincts told him that danger was approaching.
"There's somebody coming," he hissed, sitting up. Frankie looked startled and began to shake her head, but he swung his feet over the other side and stood up, then darted to the nearest window and peered out. His heart lurched and he beckoned her over.
Frankie looked-and gasped.
"Oh gosh!" she whispered in a scared voice, "it's mother! Oh Davey what shall we do ... you can hide behind the deckchairs-there's a space."
"All right," he nodded, but stayed where he was looking out and watching the tall, black -haired handsome looking woman as she slowly walked along the path towards the summerhouse. It appeared to be her objective but, from her manner it was evident that she was just strolling and not spying on her daughter. She was smiling faintly and it was easy to see from whom Frankie had got her good looks. There was a strong resemblance between the mother and the girl at his side.
"She ain't following you, Frankie," he whispered, "does she often take a walk around?"
"Not often, but she does sometimes," Frankie admitted.
"Look ... go get my clothes under the chair and throw them behind the deckchairs, it won't take me a second to nip behind there. Nice woman she is, got a good big pair of tits on her, I'd like to see her in her birthday suit," he chuckled, and Frankie wasn't offended, she giggled. The idea tickled her ... her stately mother ... she'd never noticed before, but he was right. Her mother did have a big pair of titties. She could see them swaying gently and jumping, even to her mother's light footsteps. She was wearing a light summery dress of white cotton with little sprigs of roses printed over it and the skirt was full, if a little short. The faint breeze stirred it playfully and revealed the lacy flounces of her white underslip. The neckline was cut in a deep square and showed the deep valley between her breasts.
Totally unconscious that she was under close scrutiny, the handsome woman came slowly nearer. She paused not a dozen yards away, tilted back her head to look up into the apple tree which grew just off the pathway. The tree was heavily laden with large, ripe red apples. The woman licked her lips and reached up to full arm stretch. But her hand was a good foot out of reach. She gave a little jump upwards, her fingers just failed to grasp the particular apple she aimed for which was the lowest. She muttered something as her high heels came down and jolted her, and her heavy loose tits floundered wildly. To the utter fascination of the watchers, her deep ass shook too. The skirt billowed up like an open umbrella and, for an instant, revealed her white naked thighs above her stocking tops and the merest hint of the high gathers of her pink panty legs. With difficulty she regained her balance, teetering on her high still to heels. Then obviously determined not to let a mere apple beat her, she crouched and gathered herself, then sprang. Her hand closed around the apple and, for an instant she seemed to hang suspended in the air, exposed to the waist, but the next instant she had dropped back. She gave a sharp cry, stumbled forward and took a fall, her head meeting the tree trunk with a soft bump. She crumpled up under the tree and lay still with her skirt umbrella'd upwards.
"Oh Gosh! She's knocked herself out, Dave!" the girl was blushing because her mother lay there showing her panties and a bit of creamy bare waist. She glanced aside at Dave, saw the intentness of fucking her in his eyes and their hungry look. She glanced quickly down at his prick and saw the thick slime like a candle wax and one, a big droplet, hanging and swinging from it.
"Oh Davey, what are you thinking of?" she whispered, "she might be badly hurt."
"Not she. I can see her breathing from here. She'll be alright, only get a lump on her head. I was just thinking about what you said, about wanting a little brother or sister. It'd be easy while she's unconscious, wouldn't feel a thing."
"Oh Davey," she whispered excitedly, her fears for her mother gone. "I'd love that ... would you?"
"Like to," he nodded, watching the still figure sprawled under the tree, "if you want me to...?" he said, putting the onus of Frankie.
"Oh yes I do ... yes ... yes ... could I watch you fuck her?" she asked eagerly as he stole to the door. She followed him.
"Sure you can, you can keep a lookout for me. Can do it easy like she is, withoug moving her. Got her legs apart ... just asking for it, she is. Fine loo kin' woman too, got good wide hips she has."
They crept outside and descended the veranda steps. When he reached her, Frankie hovered near him. He knelt at the woman's head and gently lifted it. There was a large contusion between her temples on the hair line and it was already turning blue. He lifted her eyelids but the eyes showed no intelligence. He felt her heart and nodded, withdrew his hand, remembering the vast firm mound of the pulsing tits and prominent fleshy nipples. She was not wearing a brassiere and her tits were half out anyway from the violence of her fall. She must be suffering from shock, but her heart was beating strongly so he had no qualms about what he intended doing.
Watched by her fascinated daughter, the unconscious woman was unaware of the gross indignity being imposed on her as Davy knelt beside her and calmly peeled the pink silk from her broad, moonlike asscheeks. Frankie made no effort to interfere, she was too excited at what was taking place and the scene was certainly an unusual one for that peaceful garden. She looked again and again at his dripping prick. Her heart thudded violently as he pulled her mother's panties right down and fully uncovered the deep cross formed by her ass separation, undercheeks and open thighs.
A shiver went through her as she saw the deep black feather of thick hairs disappearing under her crotch. She could see the dry red lips hanging limply from the cunt slit. Then Dave was ginerly crawling, lifting his knees over the nearest thing, kneeling between them just below the crumpled panties.
Frankie darted a scared glance around, was reassured and went back to watching the rape of her mother. He was kneeling over her, his legs hinged and he lowered his prick down into the nest of black curls and began to push. Frankie felt suddenly half-sick as she watched his prick begin to disappear into her mother's cunt hole. In her mind's eye, she pictured her own cunt and realized just where his prick was, it was up the hole, the same place he had had his tongue in herself.
But he seemed to experience no difficulty in pushing his prick into her mother's pussy. It went in smoothly and Davey heaved up and made it disappear right in. Then his lean ass began to dance, his prick partly appeared and disappeared as he rubbed it in enthusiastically, causing the big soft asscheeks to roll and shiver and the big, round, red-bag under his prick swung to and fro like a heavy pendulum. His prick was coming out wet and she could see the rime of slim froth around the crumpled collar at the entrance of her mother's cunt and a word stole into her mind.
"Oh-you're fucking her!" she whispered excitedly, and he turned his head to grin at her and nod and to caution her to be quiet.
The woman's lax body shook and jerked under the assault, but somewhere deep down under the blanket of unconsciousness was a distinctly pleasant sensation that crawled into her memory, then it faded.
This was because Dave had come to the end of his fuck ride and quite suddenly he let out a soft grunting groan and stiffened, then sawed erratically in sharp jerky thrusts ... in ... in ... in ... in ... and each aching spasm of ecstasy sent a violently propelled gush of his thick virile sperm spurting into the unconscious body under him and the blessed relief was enormous and hugely satisfying. All his pent up emotions burst and expanded in him as he gave it her and rubbed it in over and around the hanging fleshy pear of her womb within each reach.
"That should fix her," he thought, "the big black -haired bitch!"
For a moment he crouched over her and his wilted prick slipped out, mostly empty foreskin and he pushed himself carefully up and got to his feet. Frankie looked in surprise and consternation at what had happened to his prick and his balls had lost their rounded corrugated firmness and dangled low and lopsided in the slackened skin bag. The crumpled foreskin looked very obscene.
He knelt down again beside her mother and carefully pulled up the pink panties and covered her naked ass decently. Then, as an afterthought he drew her skirts down. He squatted looking down at her broodingly. He moved up and turned her head again to look at the purple bruise, he had a look at her eyes, but she was still out to the world and showed no sign of coming around.
"Like to have a look at her tits," he said, and turned inquiringly to Frankie.
"Is she-alright, Davey?" the girl whispered anxiously.
"Sure she is, be coming around soon."
"Alright, I want to see them too," she said, smiling, and came to squat down near him. He saw she was wearing pure white panties but turned his attention to her mother. Gently, he turned the unmoving woman partly on her side and carefully moved the shoulders of her dress over and part way down her upper arms. The woman had wonderfully pale white skin. He eased the front of her dress, loosened the square neckline and slide his hand inside and lifted out a mass of soft, white-skinned, blue-veined flesh, pulling the whole tit out, then eased out the other. The two hung, one above the other like huge tear drops slumped sideways and drooping, pulled down by their own weight. Her matronly circles were a palish reddish brown, large as raspberries and set in wide wrinkled circles.
He lifted the upper titty, his fingers sinking in deeply, with his thumbs he stretched her tits and revealed the navel-like folds. The young girl drew closer to examine them, feeling a bit queer at seeing these parts of her mother's body, her secret flesh. She put out a slim pink forefinger and he held the titty towards her while she poked her finger in the center of the folds and tried to push it into the breast and the breast caved in. The girl giggled softly, feeling no reverence at all for the woman who had born her. She suggested.
"Let's have a look at her cunt, Davey, she can't feel anything."
He grinned at her understandingly and let the mound of fluid flesh drop, the nipple popped out and stuck out in awareness. They moved down and he gently lifted one leg and turned the body over on its back. Frankie stripped her mother's panties down again and gasped at the mass of black hair which was as thick and dense as a forest. He moved the well-fleshed plump legs apart and Frankie bent over and combed the long hairs apart and opened out the big deeply furrowed cunt and exposed the dark mass. She wrinkled her nose at the smell that arose from the warm streaming loose flesh. Her curiosity was aroused by the cocklike thing that hung down. It had a red head on the end but it was flaccid and made her fel slightly disgusted. So she didn't touch it but pulled open the urine vent, then the pulpy vaginal mouth.
"Ugh ... it's awful!" She let the cunt close and wiped her sticky fingers on the grass, "cover it up, Davey, it makes me feel sick."
Dave covered it up and turned the woman over and arranged her much as they had found her after putting the big titties back and restoring the bodice of her dress. He rose and took Frankie's hand and led her back into the summerhouse. He closed and locked the door. Then they stood by the window and watched till the woman stirred and moaned.
After a struggle she got to her feet. She stood holding her head then staggered away to make the journey back down the path towards the house.
"She's alright, like I told you," he grinned as they turned away and he guided her over to the lounge seat. They sat down.
"I'm glad my cunt isn't like hers," she shivered.
"It's why I don't like women," he told her, "only it seemed too good a chance to miss, after what you told me about her not wanting a baby."
"Oh yes, do you think she will, Davey?" she asked eagerly.
"Likely, that it is, give her a lovely lot of my sperm, I did, and if she don't suspect nothing, and leaves it in, I feels sure she'll find herself in the family way. What you think, Frankie?"
"It was lovely. It made me all thrilly inside when you were on top of her, fucking her. I loved it, but what happened to your darling prick, Davey? It went all shrunked up like a snail, all empty and crumpled up into wrinkles, with your balls hanging down."
"Oh that, always happens after the sperm comes. It's finished, see, for the time being anyway. But never you mind, we can get it up stiff again," he smiled.
"Then will you fuck me, Davey? I want it right up me like you did to my mother, then rubbed in. It made a funny sound, all wet and gluggy and you pulled her inside out."
"That's why it's called fuck," he told her.
"Oh? So it is ... yes ... fuck ... fuck ... that's what it sounded like!" she cried delightedly, "Oh, Davey, how long will it be before you can make your prick stand up again?"
"Well, that's something you got to learn. If we leave it alone it'll take its time, but there's ways of making it wake up...." he looked at her speculatively.
"Tell me, Davey ... I'd do anything to hurry it up," she said passionately.
"For a start you got to get me all excited, like, and here you are with all your clothes on and me all naked."
"Well, undress me then," she cried, "or I will ... "
"You do it this time. Go and stand just over there where I can see you. It's the girl as has to get her feller worked up into a fucking mood, not the other way around, 'cause the wench ain't go nothing to get ready, as her cunt always is ready, so what you do is to act up, naughty like, so as to excite me and make my prick rear up!"
"Oh I see. I can understand that,', she agreed, standing in the spot he had indicated some four feet away from her near the foot end of the lounge seat. Davey lifted his legs and swivelled around on his ass to stretch himself out, then spread his legs apart so she could see what effect she was having on him.
"Now take it easy," he said, "don't just undress, make it graceful, be girlish and naughty. You think we are safe enough in here now, Frankie?" he asked.
"Oh yes, I shouldn't think mother will come back. She'll get father to put something on her bump then she'll he down, so we can do what we like."
"Alright, sweetheart," he settled himself comfortable and watched her. For a raw novice she did pretty well, but he kept himself cool and was in no hurry to get it over. Might as well make her work for it ... appreciate it more, she would, if i didn't come too easy.
Conscious of her objective, Frankie put he heart and soul in making it as exciting for him as possible. The girl was naturally graceful and daint and hardly had to act at all. But she used her eyes very effectively and it needed a very strong curb on his rising hard-on to keep his blood from boiling over as one by one she removed each item of her clothing with slightly exaggerated and graceful gestures.
The man felt the utter luxury of just lolling there while she stripped her lovely young body for him. When she was naked she used her fingers lewdly, thrusting out her hips and playing with her cunt.
"Let's see how big you can make it stretch," he suggested, "but come here, stand a bit closer to me so I can see."
She obediently moved around and stood close beside him, then asked, "It won't spoil it, will it Davey?"
"Not it, like elastic your cunt is, and it wouldn't hurt it to make it a big bigger anyway."
"Like mother's?" she giggled.
"That was from having you," he pointed out.
Frankie made hooks of her forefingers and sank them into the top of her little cunt and slowly pulled upwards. She was surprised and delighted to find how easy it was. He was perfectly right, it stretched just like elastic and she became interested in seeing just how big she could pull it. Her arms quivered and her narrow, taut slit grew from four inches, to five, then six, drawing level with her navel. Dave began to breath more heavily and his shrunken prick began to fill and push out, his balls lifted and seeing this the excited girl cried out.
"Oh Davey, it's waking up ... oh please, help me...." she pleaded.
"What's that over there in the corner?" he asked, pointing, "looks like a walking stick with a head on the end."
"It is, it's father's, an old one and the head's silver. It's made of ebony."
"Well go and get it and I'll show you something."
She tripped over and brought him the the stick. Taking it from her he spit on the knob and rubbed the saliva in to remove the discoloration. Then he rubbed it on the canvas to polish the knob and swung his legs off to sit. He measured the stick against her body and the head came about level with her navel. He angled the stick, setting the end firmly in the carpet. He moved her away from him a bit, then pressed the silver head into her cunt and pulled the flesh over it to cap the head and told her to hold the stick below the head and walk towards him.
The end of the stick slipped a little, then dug in, while the head was thrust up under her cunt. She caught on, gripped the stick tighter and pushed forward, forcing the stick more upright and the cane head harder, her cunt lifted, the capping flesh like a huge mushroom.
As the angle of the stick approached her cherry, Frankie was standing on her toes, trying to pull herself down far enough to bring her heels down. He looked at her face, fearing she might be hurting herself but was reassured. Her eyes were sparkling, her lips apart, slack and wet and she'd shifted her hands up and was stroking the bulge lovingly.
"Now then, that's enough for now," he said, "I am ready for you and you can do that any time you like."
She stepped backwards and let the stick drop then walked back fondling her cunt which was somewhat loosened by the abuse to which it had been subjected.
"Lovely!" she murmured, bending over him to clasp and fondle his slender stiff prick. She lewdly skinned it and bent over to sniff in its smell. She jerked back her head just in time as he thrust up, but the wet tip of his red prick head had just touched her lips and, laughingly, she wiped them on her fingers, "I bet you'd love to make me suck it," she teased.
"Ah, I would that," he chuckled, "we'll see, but not now, we have other things to do, haven't we? Come on, sweetheart, if you want to be on top this time, and I think you better, as I am still afraid of hurting you."
"It won't hurt me, Davey. I told you ... or I didn't, but well, Davey, I stretched my hole while I was in the toilet after dinner ... to make sure it wouldn't hurt me."
"Good girl! Come on then, sweetheart, straddle me with your pretty legs and push my prick up your cunt and fuck yourself on me," he said huskily.
The girl wasn't slow to obey him. She climbed up and lifted her leg over him and squatted poising her cunt above his skinned prick, and he left it entirely to her. He said nothing and lay still.
Frankie took it in her small hand and guided the smooth, wet warm head to the mouth of her juicy vagina. Then with little soft gasps, she slowly pushed her cunt down. Her eyes flickered and flinched as his prick entered her and slid in tightly with little grunts and seductive wriggles of her tight ass, she forced herself right down till she'd swallowed it all and her naked cunt was splayed forking his naked pubic mound and his tight balls just touched her asshole.
"Oh Davey! It feels wonderful...." she sighed ecstatically, as she settled and sat quite still to feel it filling her, "it's right up me, your cock's in my belly! You didn't wipe it, did you, after you'd fucked my mother?"
"I clean forgot," he murmured contritely.
"But I'm glad you didn't, Davey, I want you not to have wiped it. I wish it was all wet and slimy from being up her hairy cunt."
"It's just dried in, little wench. Come on gimme a ride, ride your horsey," he encouraged. "Oh, before I forget, lass, you want my cum up inside your little belly?"
"Of course I do!" she cried as she gingerly raised her ass a couple of inches and slid down again. "Oh! That feels nice, all tickly. Did you hear it go 'fuck'?" she repeated it and he heard the faint soft 'gluck'. He nodded. She was lovely, tight as a chammy leather glove and properly juicy up there. Her flesh slid sweetly up and down his shaft of throbbing cock. As the girl got the knack and applied herself with mounting enthusiasm, her likeness to a jockey was heightened. She had her hands on his shoulders, her thumbs in his armpits and her squat was admirable as she gradually fucked herself quicker and higher and more and more forcibly, till she was plunging upon his prick at full gallop amd moaning softly to herself as the tittilation worked her up into ecstasy and she began to pant and shiver. Then she gently folded up and toppled forward with fluttering belly and trembling thighs.
Dave swung his arms up and cupped her tight ass and carried on fucking her from underneath, lifting the girl and tossing her about, so that she crowed with the sweet agony of prolonged orgasm. His prick thudding into her with an erotic, wet, sucking sound made her shoot out from inside as her excited, immature womb opened and let out its water cum. He stiffened suddenly and heaved up, gushing out his copious thick sperm into her virgin body. The girl felt it, giggling breathlessly and looking aviidly into his working face. Then they settled in each other's warm embrace and lay still, clinging together.
"Well, Frankie," he said at last, "how do you like it?"
"Ah, that it is, my pretty cunt. Real nice fuck you gave me."
"Me too, your lovely prick. You nearly drowned me with your cum ... it felt like you were pissing up me," she giggled.
"Well, you've had it now, you been fucked and took my sperm," he said with immemse satisfaction.
"Yes, and I'm glad too ... it's beautiful, and it seems so natural somehow, Davey. Am I really and truly your girl now, Davey?"
"That you are, sweetheart, you just sealed it when you took my sperm."
"Mother did too," she reminded him.
"So she did, but she don't know she's got it, and don't you go telling her!"
"Don't be silly Davey," she laughed, "as if I would. It would spoil everything if she knew. I want her not to know then she'll leave it in and have a baby, won't she?"
"God willing, he said chuckling, "I done my bit, now it's up to her."
"How will I know if you've made her get a baby, Davey?" Frankie asked eagerly.
"Well, she won't show no sign for a week or two. Then she'll feel a bit unwell, like and start being sick in the morning. That means she's pregnant. Then, as the months pass, her belly will start to swell up. It takes nine months, then she goes to bed and the doctor comes and helps her get the bad out through her cunt. It comes down that hole where I fucked her."
She listened raptly.
"Oh Davey, is that how it happens? I didn't know that. I think it's wonderful, and I will when I'm old enough. I'll come to you and tell you, then you can fuck me and give me your cum, then I'll write to you from school and tell you when I'm pregnant. But there's lots of time yet before then, Davey, about eight months, I think. Then, I'm twelve and have to go away to my new school. Plenty of time for you to teach me everything I should know about fuck and things like that. And I want to know all I can, Davey. I want to be fucked as often as I can. You will-won't you?"
"You bet I will. You're my wench now and I am your prick, so I've got to keep fucking you and see you get plenty of cum to make you a beautiful girl."
"Does cum really do that, Davey? Oh, I want to grow up beautiful!" she cried.
"Yes, that's what cum does, if you get plenty of it inside you. And I don't like telling you this, but it wouldn't be fair to you not to...."
"Go on, tell me Davey. Is it something ... not nice?" she asked.
"Well, yes, it ain't nice. You see, Frankie, you don't have to take it all up your cunt, you got different compartments inside you, and each has to have some of my cum to do the job proper, so sometimes I have to fuck you up your ass, and sometimes I have to fuck you in your mouth after you sucked it and you have to swallow it down for it to mix with your food."
She looked intently into his eyes, then nodded slowly.
"If that's what I must do, I will. I know you wouldn't say that just to be dirty, so I believe you. But please be patient with me, I suppose it will taste nasty at first?"
"Yes lass, it ain't at all nice, but you'll be surprised how quick you get used to it, and before you know it, you'll be liking it. You see, girls are made to have it, you need it, else you grow up thin and dried out, like them old maids."
"Ugh! I don't want to grow up an old maid Davey, and I'll be terribly grateful if you save me from that. Could I have a taste now? Suck your prick clean? You licked my cunt for me and didn't mind the smell and the taste, did you?"
"No-I love it. Once you get used to it you will too. Nothing like it for making a girl bloom. I think you're wise to have a taste now, get used to it sooner, you will, get the taste for it."
Frankie sat up and gently pulled back her cunt till his prick slipped out. She crawled down and knelt between his knees, took his soft prick between her fingers and lifted it. She took it into her mouth and closed her eyes. Shuddering at the sharp taste which circulated and she had swallowed a few times it wasn't so bad. Part of it was her own juice perhaps there was even a trace of her mother's mingled with it too. After a time she let it slip out buy only to push the foreskin down so that she could suck the prick-head. It was almost with relish that she sucked it back into her mouth again and held the smooth bulb cupped on her tongue. Sucking deeply and drawing it in still further she found to her delight that his prick had begun to come back to life, to fill out and grow. It attained its full length and became stiff and it excited her. She lifted her eyes to look up at his face and her expression was enough. He nodded.
"Go on, if you want to, Frankie, you're doing fine. It feels real good, fuck it in your mouth and make me cum again"
With a delighted gurgle she bent to her task her fingers caressing his balls to further encourage him. All trace of nausea left her as she used her mouth like a twat and tossed her head up and down, forcing her mouth down each time to the root and feeling his cock-head dip down into her throat.
"Like it now?" he asked presently, to create a diversion, since he knew he couldn't hold out much longer at this rate, and he didn't want her to suck it off too quick. "Have a rest for a bit," he suggested.
She looked up in surprise, then with evident reluctance lifted her head to ask, "Why do you want me to stop, Davey, wasn't I doing it right?"
"Your were doing it too good ... oh Lord, you were and all. Did you like it?" he asked again.
"Oh yes, it didn't take me long to get used to it?" she said eagerly.
"I was surprised," he replied, "you took to it like a duck takes to water."
"Why did you want to have a rest then?" she demanded, fondling the wet cock lovingly.
"'Cause you was making me cum too quick, and I was enjoying it too much," he confessed, "that's why I asked you if you liked sucking it, or if you just wanted me to throw my sperm up, and you know what happens after the sperm's come?"
"Oh-I see! Yes, Davey, I love sucking it, and I'm glad you like me to suck it. I didn't think about it shrinking up again though. You want it to last a long time-is that it?"
"That's it," he nodded, "that's the thing to do, make it last as long as we can."
"You didn't make it last very long up my cunt," she pouted.
"Ah! That was the first time I fucked you, Frankie, and a fella is always extra excited when he fucks his wench for the first time, and it' over before you can say 'Jack Robinson'."
"Can I suck it again?" she asked, eyeing his prick wistfully.
"Ay, that you can, same as before, Frankie," the words were scarcely out of his mouth before she had her mouth on it again. "Nice long, deep sucks, sweetheart," he counciled, "and keep it shinned down tight," he settled back and gazed dreamily at her nodding head. "You got another bit of cunt there in your face, work up plenty of spit."
She obeyed, lavishing his prick in her saliva, then he again called a halt, and so it went on, with Frankie alternatively sucking and resting till at last she grew impatient and cried out.
"Please Davey-let me make your sperm come this time-my throat is feeling a bit sore now."
"Sorry lass," he murmured, "alright you can have it this time. But when I call out pull back a bit and let it come in your mouth, not down your throat, so you can taste it and swallow it a bit at a time. Do you more good that way."
Frankie nodded and again applied herself to his swaying, throbbing prick.
"Suck it real hard now ... up around my prick-head he said and she nodded. He felt a quickening begin in him and his balls drew up tighter process to turn his blood into semen. "Get ready...." he said in a strangled voice, and she jerked back, sucking his glowering cock, " ... NOW!" he groaned, as his sperm began to sputter. Somehow the girl coped, holding her lips tight to prevent the escape of the thick slime that gushed and gushed into her mouth, and he really gave her a tremendous load. Her mouth was flooded, then it was over and his prick began to shrink and Frankie, hardly able to hold what she had, let it slip out and closed her mouth as she lifted her head and sat back on her heels.
"Tomorrow ... after school," he said, "I'll be waiting for you where you first met me-if you like?
"No Davey, not there. I'd rather come to you at your cottage-if you'll let me?"
"Good, that'll suit me fine. Come there right from school and we needn't waste any time. We can fuck all we want!"
"Anything Davey...." she said as he helped her get dressed.
"You like fuck?" he asked.
"Love it-adore it! Oh your beautiful prick!" she fetched his clothes and helped him to put them on. They took a prolonged farewell and he insisted that she went off first, then after she was out of sight he stole away, back the way he had come and trudge home-his mind full of her.
She came to his cottage straight from her school every week day and stayed about half an hour. The time was too short to waste and by mutual consent, fucked her cunt well, differing the positions slightly each time, and each time ending it with jetting into her a bellyful of sperm.
By now the girl was only happy when they were together, and she was deeply in love with him with an intense and beautiful adolescent passion that went beyond mere infatuation. Otherwise it was difficult to imagine how a girl of her station and her breeding could so completely give herself to such a man in advanced middle age, who was little more than a tramp, except that he kept himself clean.
