Archive Note: The truly amazing number of misspelled words in the following text are exactly as found in the original pocketbook.
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PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
Tom Stacey felt absolutely tremendous as he left his hotel near Russell Square and, turning south, made his way towards Soho.
He would visit one of his favorite drinking clubs, have some food, gamble a little maybe ... and then consult his "little book" and decide on a course of action. Yes ... he felt tremendous, and ready for anything. Particularly ready for the fleshpots.
What strong and healthy young man wouldn't after spending three months on an oil rig with nothing but the sea and the non-human type of birds for company?
My God, he thought, some lucky young lady really is going to get the arse fucked off her this very day! For Tom really did need a piece of cunt badly. He needed to feel tits and a woman's soft bottom too. He wanted the feel of a woman's mouth, her hands. Everything about her. But, most of all, he wanted a hot cunt.
Mentally he ran through a number of past girl friends. The idea of practically any one of them appealed to him. But then again, he thought, it might be even better to find something new. It was all in the lap of the Gods though. He would just take it as it came.
The skirts seem even shorter. Tom reflected. And some of those strong young thighs on the move really gave one ideas. Apart from some of those tight-rounded young bottoms that wiggled so seductively from side to side. I wonder, he thought, what would happen if I slipped a hand up one of those miss's skirts and just have a quick feel. I bet she'd scream blue murder ... call a policeman and summon him for assault. Yet all the time that young miss would really have enjoyed.
Wasn't she just brazenly tempting any man to do just that my flaunting herself as she did? Frankly, thought Tom Stacey, some of these girls deserve everything they get. They're really asking for it, aren't they?
Damn it, when you sit opposite them in a Tube of a bus, you can see the V of the knickers of most of them. And, maybe,-some of the really saucy ones didn't even wear knickers. Under such circumstances ... under such constant stimulation ... could men be blamed if they sometimes lost control of themselves? They were only human flesh and blood. Rape or near-rape could be almost excused under such provocation.
Still, thought Tom. I have no intention of doing anything like that. There was really no need ... when he had such an exciting range to choose from. No point in getting oneself arrested for public indecency, when one could be as indecent as one liked in private.
A girl passed Tom. She had a pair of marvellous big tits sticking firmly out under a thin green sweater. They bounced provocatively ... and she returned his look with interest.
He felt the thrill of lust. God, I could make her, he thought. For a few moments his imagination ran riot as he thought of squeezing and muzzling a pair of big soft-white melon tits. Putting his cock between them and then squeezing and playing. Delicious. Tom almost turned in his tracks, and went off in pursuit.
Then he stopped. That would be foolish. He hadn't got time for the chase. His needs were too urgent that day. And there would have to be some kind of "chase." It might even take a couple of days before he could make her. No. That was no good unfortunately. In another week or so, yes. Then he would be less under pressure and could afford to bide his time a little. Yes, in a week's time he would be far more in the mood to enjoy some fresh young flesh.
And he would! Oh yes, he'd find some real little darlings and give them some good solid meat! They'd love it and so would he. Tom smiled and had to take a grip on his thoughts as he found himself get a slight hard on even as he walked down the street. That could be rather embarrassing.
A few moments later he turned into the entrance of the Silver Cross Club and went down into the cellar bar.
CHAPTER TWO
"Hello, Harry. Large Scotch please...."
"Hi there. Mr. Stacey. Good to see you back," replied Harry the barman. "It's been a long time. How are things?"
"Fine," replied Tom, fingering the roll in his pocket. When you spent three months on an oil rig you saved up a Hell of a lot of dough ... as well working up an appetite for all sorts of things.
He sipped his drink and, half turning, was concious of a woman on a bar-stool nearby. He recognized her at once. It was one of the "club" girls, Christine Steel. As usual she had on a very low cut gown which displayed her high-rounded bubs well, and also her tight black skirt was pulled up high on crossed thighs. Some long time ago he'd taken her back to the flat he'd had at the time and fucked her. He had been rather tight that evening and couldn't remember a lot about it. Except that she really knew her onions.
She had remembered it better than he had it seemed, for she was always throwing out hints that he should repeat the performance. "With no strings attached," as she put it. Meaning she would expect nothing in cash or kind, as she might from some others in the Club.
"Hello there, Tom," she said, sidling over, and giving him a sultry look. His head was filled with her strong perfume. "The sailor home from the sea ... and ready for some fun, eh?" she said.
Tom, affected by his long abstinence, was more conscious than usual of her lush curves and her ready body. She certainly had some superb equipment. "Something like that." he grinned.
"I could give you a whale of time," she smiled, bending foward to take a light from him and purposely letting him see right down her cleavage.
Tom Casey was momentarily tempted. Christine certainly had all the equipment. What was against her was a certain brittle hardness of manner, her age (she must be around 35 he reckoned) and, of course, the fact that she was more or less available to all and sundry.
"I bet," he said, ordering two more Scotch's. It would be silly, though, he was telling himself, when there was younger, more personal flesh to be enjoyed.
Christine suddenly gripped his thigh. "Tom," she said throatily. "I've never forgotten you. Haven't had a man like you since, in fact. There aren't many like you, you know...."
Tom was suitably flattered. "Thanks, for the compliment," he said. All the same, he didn't give way just because of the flattery. He was quite used to it, indeed ... knowing from the way he was made as a man-in every sense-that he rather deserved it. There was nothing smug about that. It was just a fact of life. He was, naturally, most grateful for the physique that the good Lord had given him.
"Come back ... just for an hour," tempted Christine. She eyed him frankly. "Wouldn't do you any harm you know. Take some of the steam out of your system. So you could enjoy the others you have in mind in a bit more leisurely way."
Well, that was frank enough anyway, thought Tom. And it also showed that Christine was not going to let her pride stand in her way of trying to get him. She must want it badly from me, he reflected. From me in particular. For she must be getting plenty from others.
"Don't rush me, sweetie." he smiled. "I really just came in for a quiet drink...."
Christine shrugged and put a brave face on this initial rebuff. "Buy me another drink then, darling." she said, uncrossing then re-crossing her legs so that he saw the bare flesh above the tops of her stockings.
Tom willingly did so ... and for a while they chatted generally and about mutual acquaintances. Soon Tom realized he had had four doubles and was feeling just a shade light headed. He wasn't use too booze either. Maybe Christine realized his increased vulnerability.
"We don't even have to go back to my flat," she said, leaning closer. "One of the small gaming rooms here has been closed...."
Her words were effective ... suddenly intensify the lust already latent within Tom Casey. Damn it. why shouldn't he take what was being offered. It would be like an "hors d'oeuvre" before the main dishes to follow!
"O.K.," he said, finding his voice just faintly slurred.
Christine smiled happily and rose quickly from her stool and walked to the far end of the bar. Tom followed, thinking how superbly she kept her shape. Yes ... this one certainly had all the equipment. Look at the way that bottom swung as she moved!
They went through a curtained doorway, down a passage and round a corner. Christine slipped a key from her bag. "In here...." she whispered, opening a doorway.
The room was dark as Christine shut and re-locked the door. Then she turned on the wall lights so that the room was still only half lit. Tom found his pulses beginning to throb and realized he already had a half-hard on. This was fun ... just like being kids and doing it in secret again!
Christine came close, crushing her scented softness against him. "Oh ... I really want you, you big man," she sighed, pressing her belly and mound sexily into him. Tom clasped her and felt his hard stiffening quickly.
"You're going to get me ... even if it is short and sweet," he said.
"Yes ... yes...." said Christine eagerly.
Tom suddenly wanted to take this woman brutally. To humiliate her as he did so. Hadn't she begged for it? So why shouldn't he take her as he pleased?
"You'll get it right here, Christine," he said thickly. "On your knees ... on the floor here...."
"Yes ... yes ... whatever you say," came the quick reply. Christine certainly didn't seem to mind how she got it, as long as she did got it.
She began to unfasten the top of her dress.
"Don't bother about that," said Tom, unzipping his fly, "just pull your skirt up."
Christine looked faintly disappointed, but did not demur. She began to pull up and wriggle-raise her tight black skirt.
"If that's the way you want it...." she said.
"Yes," grinned Tom, "that's the way I want it. A pair of tight-fitting red and white panties came into view and, at the same moment, Tom's solid length, now almost fully in erection, came swinging out.
Christine gulped as she looked at it. "Oh yes ... oh yes...." she whispered. It was almost as if she were confirming in her mind that all was still as good as her memory had let her believe. Christine had known many men ... but none to equal, let alone better, Tom in size.
Eagerly she got down on her knees before him and, just as eagerly, she pulled down her tiny knickers. She realized that, in a way, Tom was humiliating her by this procedure. But she didn't really mind. Her own lust was too strong ... and, in case, Tom was the kind of man who could got away with humiliating a woman. The kind of man that any normal woman likes to be dominated by. It was his prerogative ... as a real man.
In the half light, Tom saw the smooth roundness of the woman bottom ... saw the cleft widening as the thighs parted. He realized, as he went down on his knees and seized the quivering flanks, just how much he needed a woman.
And how glad he was in that moment that Christine had extended her willing invitation ... and that he had accepted it.
"Darling ... darling...." gasped Christine, thrusting up her bottom in happy invitation.
Tom accepted the invitation. He wanted cunt ... and there it was, all ready for him. Ready and willing. Briefly his knob ran up and down the warm wet lips then, without finesse he thrust in. His need was urgent and, as has been said. his mood was brutal. He thrust in, hard fully, his flanks slapping to Christine's soft bottom.
She squealed ... happily, breathlessly ... as the long, thickly-rounded member filled her ... squirming uncontrolably at the sheer joy of it.
"Oooooo ... T-Too ... oommm...." she gasped.
Tom's teeth bared in his own delight at the silken-warm feel of the cunt flesh ... after so long. Ahhh yes ... it was good ... good ... good! He remained thrust fully in savoring the feel of Christine, delighting in her wriggling and her little moaning cries. It was good to take a woman like that. To take her like that and know it was for their mutual pleasure.
He gripped the flanks tighter, feeling his blood surge like hot wine in his veins.
"You asked to be fucked...." he said, "and now you're going to be!"
"Yes ... ooohhh ... yes...." gasped Christine.
She was already half coming just at the feel of Tom in her ... filling and stretching her so beautifully. I know it will be sort and fierce, she told herself (and, oddly, she wanted it that way) but I still reckon he will make me come twice. Oh God, it was lovely to feel so helpless, so conquered, as she knelt there, feeling the vice-like grip on her flanks.
Then the organ slid slowly out ... and then thumped quickly home again. Christine gasped and wriggled ecstatically. It really was the most divine feeling in the world!
Some half a dozen or so times, Tom slowly withdrew and then thumped home strong and hard in that way. It was wonderful to savor Christine's hot cunt ... to feel her re-acting to him ... responding with all her expertise. Oh yes ... this one knew what it was all about, alright!
But I'll make her lose her rhythm, he thought with a sudden savagery. I'll fuck her so that she just has no control over this shapely backside of hers!
Gritting his strong teeth, his face a mask of lust, Tom began to fuck with sudden vigour. As fast out as in. Big, quick, thumping thrusts.
Instantly, Chrsitine began to pant ... and her own haunches worked faster. She's coming in a moment, thought Tom. Good ... she'll feel all the better. Not that it would be all what long before he shot his load himself!
"D-Darling ... ooh ... darling ... that ... oooo ... that's he-heaven...." cried Christine as she spent herself, her hindquarters jerking frenziedly back and forth.
Tom now felt the cunt even more liquid hot as he thrust in and out. Marvellous! He fucked with a kind of remorselessnes. Hard and strong. Full! strokes ... every one of them.
Hard and strong....
Hard and strong....
Thump ... and ... thump....
And thump ... and thump....
"A-Ahhhh ... h-h-heaven...." squealed Christine as she worked her bottom frantically in an attempt to match Tom's furious pace.
Thump ... thump ... thump ... thump ... Thump thump thump thump thump thump ... But such was the pace and such was Christine's sex delight that, as Tom had anticipated, she could not respond in true rhythm with him. She was just literally out of control. A woman fucked into a hopeless happy frenzy of jerking haunches!
The flood of lust within Tom welled up to a firce heat. His heart and blooded pounded as strongly as his thumping prick did into Christine's wriggling, squelching cunt. His grunts and gasps began to mingle with her squeling cries.
Tom knew that his moment had come too. No more than two minutes had passed since he had first thrust into Christine ... yet, because of his long abstinence, he knew he was already out of control. The welling flood became irresistible. The tingle all over his body, in every nerve, became intolerable.
"Now ... ohh ... now...." he almost groaned, as he worked himself up into a final quick-thrusting effort.
"Ooooooo ... y-yes ... No ... ooooowww" cried Christine ecstatically.
And, as the lava of Tom's fierce lust jetted into her ... as she felt it spurting and spurting ... she herself came violently again. Threshing and jerking convulsively together, they writhed and twisted upon their on the floor ... spending and spending ... spurting and spurting....
Again ... and again ... and again and again....
Spurting ... ahhh ... spending ... ahhh....
Spurting and spending and spurting and spending....
Until they both sank down in a quivering, moaning heap of slaked lust.
Tom moaned, mouth wet and slavering. Christine almost whimpered as she lay half crushed.
Oh God ... it had been good. So, so good! It was the mutual but unspoken thought of both of them, It was, what each in a different way, had wanted for too long ... and thus the intensity and pleasure of it had been all the greater.
Tom remained still, slowly recovering ... his big prick, now flaccid, soaking in the warm-wetness of Christine's cunt. Delicious. Oh delicious. Ahh yes ... cunt was delicious ... so delicious....
Christine remained still too ... delighting in the feel of the prick which had ravaged her so superbly still resting within her. What a man he was, she thought. What a superb man. Oh ... you couldn't beat a lovely big hard. cock. A really big strong one. Delicious ... so delicious....
They sighed together, in mutual satisfaction. And if there was any regret in either of them, it was within Christine ... for she knew she had not chance of keeping Tom Stacey. She could only hope that, by chance again, so time in the future she might have an opportunity of the same sort of quick fun they had just experienced together. Some younger, sexy little bint will be getting it soon, she thought almost bitterly.
But then she cheered up again. One had to be grateful for small mercies. Especially when they were in the shape of a big cock!
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A little later, Tom and Christine were back in the bar. Both looked very relaxed ... and both enjoyed the whiskies Tom proceeded to buy.
"Thanks, sweetie," he said to Christine, "is there anything you want?"
"Not a thing, man," replied Christine. "I've had all any woman can expect. I'll only say I'd like it again some time...."
"You'll get it ... don't worry," grinned Tom. It was, he reflected, nice to have such a nice piece of insurance for a rainy day!
"I suppose you've got lots of plans?" said Christine.
"A few," answered Tom. "But first of all, I'm going to try my luck on the tables. Mind if I leave you now?"
"Of course," replied Christine, "but that won't stop you, I know. Off you go ... and have lots of fun...."
Tom kissed her cheek, admiting the generous spirit of the words.
"Oh yes," he said, "I reckon I'll have fun alright ... even if it is not on the tables."
But, as it turned out, Tom Stacey had a run of luck. As usual, the good fortune went to the man who didn't really need it at that time. By the time he had left the Silver Cross Club, Tom had increased his bank roll by somthing like a quarter.
Still, as they say, fortune favours the big battallions!
CHAPTER THREE
Tom Stacey thumbed through his address book. Ar yes ... there it was. A Cunningham number. Fay Brooks ... a smashing youn 20-year-old redhead. As sexy as they cornel She had insisted he contact her as soon as he was back in London.
He tried the phone but kept on getting an 'out of order' signal. Hasn't paid her phone bill, maybe, he thought. For a few moments he considered ringing one of the many other numbers in his book. Then, on a impulse, he swung out of the telephone booth went up the stairs of the club and hailed a taxi.
He'd call direct. It would be annoying, but it would also be amusing if he caught her out with some other fellow. She'd be real mad if he did!
He gave the address of flats in the North West area and, within a quarter of an hour was silently being carried up in the lift of the luxury block. This one, he thought, I can give plenty of time to.
There won't, he told himself, be any bang-crash stuff like there was with Christine, fun as that might have been at the time!
Tom rang the bell and waited. It would be dammed annoying if she weren't in. Still that was a risk he had had to take. Then his heart gave a jump as the door clicked and opened.
"Hi there ... Fay...." he said, moving toward at once and grabbing. Nothing like taking them by surprise!
But, even as he grabbed, he realized he had made a ghastly mistake. It was not the redheaded woman he had expected. Not Fay. But a young and attractive woman with light brown hair.
"Hey ... watch it buster," she said, shoving him off. "What do you think this is ... Welcome Hall?"
"My God ... I ... I'm sorry," he stammered, backing away. But even in that brief contact he had felt the young, round firmness of her breasts and the lithe suppleness of her body. Youth ... ahh ... youth! "I thought you were Fay Brooks...."
"With a change of hair color?" she enquired smiling.
At least she was smiling. That was something. Also she must know Fay. Perhaps Fay was even inside. "Yes...." he said. "Well ... something like that. Anyway, I expected Fay. And I hope you will forgive me. Is she in by the way?"
The girl, in her early twenties was eyeing him frankly up and down. And not altogether minding what she saw, he thought half subconsciously. "She left here a month ago," came the reply. "Gone to the States for six weeks. Business-cum-pleasure, as I understand it."
"Oh ... I see," hesitated Tom, trying to hide his chagrin.
"You're not, by any chance, Tom Stacey, are you?" asked the girl.
"Yes ... as a matter-of-fact I am...." The door opened perceptibly wider ... and Tom suddenly had a nice, exciting feeling. The feeling that a new adventure was meginning. Not surprisingly, he had a feeling for such things.
"Tay mentioned you," smiled the girl, "talked about you quite a lot, in fact." She looked at him even more appraisingly. "Won't you come in?" she enquired.
"Well ... if you're sure I'm not bothering you," he smiled.
"Not at all. In fact, I can do, with a break and some company. I'm getting a bit bored with what I'm working on."
"Working on?" Tom was puzzled.
"Yes," she said. "I'm an artist. Mainly commercial. But I also do portraits and such like." She indicated the floor of the studio-living room which was scattered with rough drafts of a sketch of a nude woman kneeling on a stool. Even in the rough form, Tom recognized Fay Brook's features.
"Working from memory, I see," said Tom.
"Yes," she said. "Fay has a beautiful body ... as well as marvellous coloring. But then," she added, looking at him half slyly, "you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"
"I rechon I would," replied Tom briefly. And you're pretty good yourself, he thought, as he took a longer look at her. She wore a pale blue blouse and a pair of very tight black ski-pants. There were some excellent breast under the blouse and the tight-round bottom was excellently defined. Oddly, and maybe for some pseudo-Bohemian reason, she had no shoes on. It made her seem somehow sexy. Sexy and intimate.
"My name's Tina," she said. "Tina Norton. I've come over from Paris to stay here for a change while Fay's away. You've just come on leave from that oil rig, I suppose?"
She certainly knew a lot about him. "Yes ... that's right," he replied, still looking at her and liking more and more what he saw. "I've got a month's leave, so I'll still be here when Fay gets back."
Tina made no comment on that. But she turned and poured two large brandies from a bottle on a side table. "Well," she said. "You'll be tired from your journey. Maybe hungry. Certainly thirsty." She handed him the glass. "Cheers, nice to meet you Tom," she said.
"And you," he replied formally, not thinking it worth explaining that he had not actually just arrived in Town.
They drank their brandy, exchanged cigarettes and chatted lightly and generally. Tom was aware of a slight, but happy, tension in the atmosphere. "I suppose you just dumped your bags and came straigt on here ... hoping to find Fay," she said at last.
"That's right," he replied. Just a small white lie. What did it matter.
"Poor you," she said. "You must be very disappointed."
"There are compensations," he replied, bowing in mock ballantry. He meant what he said, though. Tina was a dish. A real dish. He loved the way she moved. Gracefully yet provocatively.
"Well, thank you," she smiled. "I shall certainly do my best to act as substitute hostess. I expect. after your journey, you'd like a bath."
Tom felt his nerves give a little tingle. Ah yes. The adventure was beginning. A woman who wasn't ready to play would surely not offer a bath to a virtual stranger. He smiled inwardly. He had the idea that his reputation had proceeded him ... via Fay's mouth!
"That would be nice, Tina," he said.
"Through there ... second door," she said, pointing. "Like me to get you something to eat?"
"No thanks, I'm not really hungry," he answered. Only for fresh young cunt, he said to himself!
He went through to the bathroom and quickly stripped. I'm going to make this artistic little piece in record time, he thought. No doubt about it. What a stroke of luck! He could hardly have asked for a better outcome to events.
He looked with satisfaction at his strong muscularity reflected from the mirror ... and then slipped into the warm scented water of the bath. It would, in any case, he reflected, be a good idea to get the scent of Christine off him. Though that little affray had been some hours previously, it still clung slightly to him.
The warm water ... and thinking about Tina ... began to give him half a hard. It was a terrible temptation to play with himself gently, but he dare not let things get out of hand. Occasionally he heard her moving about in the living room.
"Alright?" she called out at last.
It was possibly a hint, he thought. What had he to lose anyway. "Fine...." he called in return. "You wouldn't like to come and scrub my back by any cance, would you?"
"Sure I will, if you want it," came the immediate reply. Without waiting for a second invitation, Tina came padding barefoot into the bathroom. She was carrying another glass of brandy. "Here, drink this," she said. "As someone once remarked, 'brandy is the drink for men...."
Tom experienced that delicious nerve-tingling sensation again. It was fast becoming apparent that It was not he who was going to have make the running. It was Tina who was setting the pace! That suited him fine. And, if any of Fay's stories about him were making her feeling extra randy, so much the better.
"I'm beginning to feel a lot better already." he said as he sank the brandy. "It really is most relaxinx here...."
"Glad you're enjoying it." said Tina beginning to soap his muscular back and shoulders. "Of course, it's not the same for you without Fay."
He looked up at her and grinned. "As I said before, it has its compensations," he answered.
Her soft-rounded breasts were very close to his face, sometimes brushing it. He was filled with the woman-scent of her and felt the bubbling excitement in him swelling. He also felt something else beginning to swell, under the soapy water!
"There," said Tina, when she had sponged his back. "How's that?"
"Fine," he answered ... wondering if she would now go further. He was quite prepared to leave it all up to her.
"Fay was quite right about you," she said, standing with hands on hips. "You're a fine specimen of a man. In fact, I'd like to sketch you. Would model for me, Tom?"
The request was quite unexpected ... and certainly one that had never been made to Tom before. For a moment Tom was taken aback.
"If you like ... I don't see why not," he answered, looking up at her.
There was a certain intensity in Tina's expression and her lips were sligthtly parted. Tom got the idea she was getting very excited inside herself ... and was much enjoying this little 'game' she had divised.
"In the nude, I mean," went on Tina. "I specialize in that kind of drawing."
"That's O.K. by me," he replied. Suddenly he rather liked the idea. It was, he thought, the reversal, in a way, of this kind of seduction. It was usually the male artist who had persuade his female model to strip ... before drawing or painting her, and then finally enjoying what he'd probably been after all along!
It was a most interesting situation. Quite new And Tom was all for new experiences. "Alright then" said Tina, "when you've finished and towelled down perhaps you'll come in. I'll set up the easel with some fresh board...."
Tom watched the swing of her tight-rounded bottom as she left the bathroom. He was beginning to like more and more of what he saw of this young woman. Not only her looks, but her whole manner had a deep under-surge of strong sexuality about it.
Wasn't the very set-up she had proposed somehow unsually sexy?
CHAPTER FOUR
Tom took his time and tried no to get too excited ... especially in the visual sense. He wondered, as a matter-of-fact, how long he would be able to keep control over himself. Fortunately, he had the idea she wouldn't mind if he didn't!
Glowing with a sense of well-being and anticipation he strolled back into the main room with just a towel about his loins. He was determined to make her take all the moves. She looked at him with that hotness in her eyes. "Yes...." she said slowly, "a very fine specimen."
Well, it was true, of course. He was a big hunk of man. But she hadn't seen all of him yet. "Where do you want me?" he asked, suddenly feeling calm and well in control, despite the underlying suggestiveness of the situation.
"On that dais there, please Tom," she replied, pointing to the foot-high square of wood beyond the easel.
Tom took up his position. "You'll have to tell me how to pose." he said, half-smiling. She came over to him. "Oh. I'll do that," she said.
"But that towel will have to come off first. As I said, I sketch in the nude.. "
Tina didn't wait for him to remove the towel, she did so herself. It was a moment that made Tom especially happy that he was the man he was. He noted the slight widening of her eyes, the extra parting of her lips and the quick, eager swallowing motion in her throat. He had made his usual powerful first impression ... perhaps all the more so in view of the warm stimulation of the bath and the erection he had lost not long before.
"Yes...." murmured Tina, almost to herself, it seemed. "Fay was indeed right." Tom got the impression that Tina had been wondering if her girlfriend had been exagerating.
"How do you want me then?" he asked, still cool and calm after a good ten-seconds of her frank, unabashed appraisal of his manhood. "Some kind of muscle-man pose, perhaps?"
He flexed his biceps in a typical 'strong man' pose and Tina blinked, swallowed quickly again, and seemed to make some effort to pull herself together. "Er ... no ... nothing like that, Tom," she answered, her voice a little husky. "Just something quite natural." She considered a moment. "Would you stand with your hands on your hips, facing directly to me ... with your legs just a little astride, maybe."
Tom took up the pose, maintaining a full chest and keeping his stomach well drawn in. His long, thickly-rounded hung, almost with a kind of heaviness one might say, down between his thighs.
"That ... that's fine," said Tina, going back to her easel. She was more pink-cheeked than when she had left, it!
For a while there was silence while Tina worked with stiff, hold pencil strokes, her hot eyes flickering back and forth. She really is a sexy little piece, thought Tom. Working herself up like she was ... and deliberately and teasingly, working me up too. He wondered how long she would be able to go on playing her little 'game.' If I get an erection, voluntarily or involuntarily, he grinned inwardly, I bet that would finish her off!
However, Tom still felt very much in control of himself (perhaps he had Christine to thank for that to a good extent). Even so, it seemed best not to let his imagination run away with him. "Can't I see what's going on?" he asked after a while. The floor was becoming littered with quick sketches.
"Soon," said Tina, a little breatlessly, he thought. "But, first, Tom I'd like to rig up some lights and put some oil on your skin. One gets some interesting highlights that way." at all to the suggestion. "Okay by me," replied Tom. He had no objection In no time at all, Tina had rigged up two arc-lamps and positioned them. Then she produced a jar of some kind of light oil and came close to him. "I shall have to put it all over you," she said.
Tom felt his nerves tingle. He liked the idea of her massaging hands ... and sensed that things were moving quickly to a head. I'll do the same to this teasing darling soon, he thought. The idea of their oil-slippery bodies in contact excited him.
Tina began with his back ... rubbing the oil all over his well-muscled flesh ... then moving down to his flanks and haunches and finally his thighs and legs. He could hear her faster-breathing as she worked in silence. Tom felt the stiring in his loins and then the thickening of his organ. There was, he knew, nothing he could do about it any more.
She moved around and he knew she was instantly aware of what was happening by the look in her eyes. Quickly the oil went over his chest. Then, as she moved down to his belly, she spoke. "Tom ... Tom ... that is exactly the ... er ... 'pose' I now want ... you understand...."
Tom certainly did! ... "I shall call it 'Adam Rampant'," went on Tina. Then, the next moment, her oil-slippery hands were on his stiffening-thickening length and she was gently but firmly massaging him. It was delicious ... and intensely exciting. Swiftly Tom came to full, hard erection and, as he did so, there was a kind of sighing sound from Tina.
"Well ... if that's the 'pose' you want," grinned Tom, "you've certainly got it!" He was pleased with his own size and strength.
"Can ... can you maintain that ... for a while?" she asked, hot-eyed and trembling as she turned back to the easel.
"I don't see why not," replied Tom. "But you could make it easier for me...."
Tina nodded. "Ah yes ... of course ... I understand." She smiled at him. "In the cause of art ... I sacrifice myself," she said.
Her fingers went to the zip at the side of her ski-pants. Down it came ... and then down came the garment. A pair of tiny, tight-fitting briefs followed, to reveal a downy triangle a top a pair of shapely white thighs.
Tom's erection seemed to quiver as he gazed at her. There were the young delights he was soon to enjoy. And there was no question of his not maintaining his erection as he let his eyes and his mind well on them! Tina retained her blouse and, in some way this made her seem even more tit-tilating and sexy as she went to work swiftly.
"That ... that's marvellous Tom," she said huskily after a minute or two. "I ... I've never had the luck to have such a ... a magnificent model before. It's only a pity I won't be able to show this picture in public!"
Tom well knew what she meant by 'magnificent model.' I'll give her no more than five minutes, he said to himself. Then I'll take over. This lovely little teaser wil get what she wants. And I'll get what I want too.
"Have you finished?" he asked at the end of the time. He had continued to maintain the desired 'pose' throughout.
"Just this moment." replied Tina.
Tom stepped off the dais. "Then we can stop playing your little game, Tina," he said. "And, what is more. I can show you a little artistry of my own!"
Tina pretended to be surprised and backed away.
"Oh Tom ... whatever do you mean?" she asked, playing her game to the end.
"Just this " he answered and picked her up bodily and carried her from the living room and through into the bedroom.
Tina kicked and squealed. But it was a squeal of delight and she made absolutely no resistance at all as she continued her pretended protest. "Oh Tom ... I didn't mean ... anything like this ... Tom ... it was for ... for art's sake...."
"You've been cock-teasing long enough, my girl" he said. "Now you're going to feel one. A big one!"
Tina squealed again and clung to him tightly and suddenly. Obviously, no words could have pleased her more. Her breasts were heaving fast as, panting with her lust, he laid her crossways on the double bed. Her thighs opened at once and she clasped him almost frantically around his neck. "Oh Tom ... Tom ... you're divine. I'm sorry if I played you up too long. You know you can take what you want...."
"Oh yes ... I've known that all along," grinned Tom. "And I didn't mind your little game Tina. It was unusual ... and amusing.
The big knob of his cock came to her cunt lips. They were warm and lubricious, parting easily as his knob ran up and down them. Like opening an over-ripe fig, he thought. Then his knob was in her ... and was continuing to run titillatingly up and down.
"Oh ... oohh God ... T-Tom ... give it to me ... give it t-to me...." cried Tina chokingly as she squirmed underneath him. "S-Stop ... t-teasing ...ing....
The nerve of it! "You teased, my girl," he said.
"Tom ... T-Tom ... please ... you'll drive me mad!" she gasped. At the same time, Tina moved herself down, trying to jerk more of him into her. But he moved back so that only his knob, still running up and down, remained in her. Tina wriggled ecstatically, on fire lust with lust.
"Say you're sorry,"-said Tom tauntingly. Though he was now in control and doing the teasing, it was no easy matter. His own lust was as strong as here and he realized, after all the pre-stimulation, that their first tourney would be a short and violent one. As it had been in the case of Christine. Later there would be time for other things.
"I ... I'm sorry ... really sorry...." panted Tina.
Tom put his hands under her hot, quivering buttocks, uplifting them a little off the bed. He was perfectly poised for a strong thrust as he crouched over the edge of the bed, feet still planted on the floor.
"And now ask me to fuck you. Say it...."
"Fuck me ... ooohhh fuck me, Tom!"
"Beg me to...."
"Tom! I b-beg you ... to fuck me! Beg you!"
Tina would have said and done practically anything at that moment to get that magnificent big piece of male flesh up into her!
"Well, you asked for it ... so here it comes," said Tom thickly.
He gave the already wriggling hindquarters a slight uplift and then thrust fully home in one easy rhythmic movement. Tina's cunt was hot and easy of" penetration, though at the same time it felt deliriously tight to him.
Tina uttered a gasping groan, her head going back. For a moment she was breathless and speechless as she savored the feel of that wonderful big organ fully into her. How long she had wanted it! Had she not been tormenting herself as well as Tom by her 'game'?
Yes ... of course ... yes....
But now it no longer mattered. Now she had him. Now she felt him. Big and strong and fully m her. Right up to the hilt.
"Oh ah ... oh Tom ... that ... ooohhh ... that feels wonderful ... oh what a marvellous man you are...."
Tom made no reply, continuing to save the silky clinging feel of the young cunt he was in ... and delighting in the involuntary writhing of the ripe young body oeneath him. Ahhh ... it was always so good to take a new young woman for the first time.
Ahh yes ... though the first time may not be the best in some sense, there was, of course, something quite unique about it.
New, ripe-young, willing and eager flesh. No man could ask for more.
Having taken his savoring-feel of Tina, Tom withdrew slowly.
Tina sighed and sighed as the knob came out to her cunt lips again. Then she gasped breathlessly once more as he thrust home.
Wham!
Hard and strong ... right into her. Hard up her. Oh what a big beauty it felt to Tina!
"Oooooo ... aaaaahhh...." she cried out in sheer delight.
Tom gave her five or six thrusts like that. Each one filling her with delight. Each one rousing his own lust to bursting point. He knew, yet again, it was not possible for him to endure long the delights on that first occasion.
"Alright ... you asked to be fucked ... now here it comes," he grunted.
Tom took a firmer clasp on the soft-rounded nates and began to fuck faster. Full-length, strong strokes ... the pace mounting quickly with each one.
In and out ... in and out ... in and out.
"Ohh ... hhhhhhaaaaa ... oooooooo ... I ... I'm c-c-coming...." cried Tina almost immediately.
And come she did, splendidly and strongly, much to Tom's satisfaction and pleasure. For her cunt became even more liquid-hot and clinging, even more delicious to enjoy.
Tom's buttocks rose and fell with vigour. His big-thick, glistening prick glided in and out of Tina's wriggling cunt. She was in a seventh-heaven of delight ... while was having a superb fuck by any standards.
"T-Tom ... ooo ... Tom ... you f-fell so big ... so ... so w-wonderful ... ohh ... Tom fuck me ... fuck me...." came Tina's ecstatic gasps.
Tom needed no encouragement. He had already passed the point of no-return and was working himself up to the final flurry of fast and frenzied strokes he knew must soon come.
Faster ... and faster and faster....
Faster drove that magnificent big organ....
Faster and faster....
Faster and faster and faster in and out and in and out and in and out ... Thump-thump-thump-thump....
Tom was panting like an animal. Had indeed become a kind of animal ... blind to anything and everything but the violence of his own swelling lust. Beneath him, mouth agape, Tina's young body was arched in a quivering ecstasy of ultimate joy.
She was coming and coming ... and only now awaiting the final unleashing of all Tom's pent up desires. She heard him groaning and moaning, panting wildly as he came to his climax. Almost frantically she worked her cunt to try and keep pace with Tom's final exquisite pleasure strokes.
Faster faster faster faster....
Uncontrolled ... final thrusting thrusting thrusting....
And then, twisting and turning, his hauches juddering and juddering, Tom was spunking and spurting his lust into Tina's writhing depths.
"Hhhhaaahh ... hhhhhaaaa...." he groaned and moaned as he expended himself.
Again and again and again....
Rolling and twisting as he clasped and nail-dug into the madly writhing young bottom he had taken possession of.
And, above his own animal sounds of ultimate pleasure, Tina was crying out as she too spent and spent and spent. She cried out almost as if she were in pain, such was the pleasure she had derived from the man who had taken her.
Jerking, jerking, jerking, the hard prick drained itself. Spurting, spurting, spurting, the last drops of lust were jetted....
Then there were only naked, quivering limbs and bellies ... arms clasping ... mouths pressing ... and the liquid-hot sex-flesh still mingling. Close ... close.
So close. In perfect peace....
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ohhh ... I want him again soon...." she kept sighing.
"And you'll get him, don't worry," answered Tom.
Then they would resume their mutual play ... their lustful and skilful caressing of each other, slowly but steadily re-arousing the eroticism in themselves.
"Oh Tom ... I can't describe how marvellous you feel," said Tina, squeezing his cock lovingly. "You're so big. So ... so powerful ... oh ... it almost makes me come just thinking about you being in me!"
Tom grinned and then nibbled her nipples again. Tina squirmed happily. "I'm glad you approve," he said, raising his head.
"Approve!" Tina sat up, breasts bouncing. "Let me assure you that you're the biggest man I've ever had the good fortune to come across. Approve is far to mild a word. It makes me go weak at the knees to think about being fucked again by you."
"And when I'm gone," said Tom, "you'll have me all down in black and white. To remember me by...."
"I'll have more than a sketch to remember you by. you big hunk," smiled Tina. Then she bent down and kissed the knob of his prick.
A small tremor ran through Tom. He caressed he hair and she ktesed his knob again ... then thrust out the hard point of her tongue, right on his tip.
Even more delicious!
"I'd like to suck you, Tom," said Tina.
"I'm glad to hear it," he replied, feeling the pounding of renewed lust begin. "By all means do so." He caressed the roundness of her bottom and slipped his fingers between her cleft to play gently with her cunt lips.
Tina took hold of his virtually slack prick and put the knob in her mouth. To her it felt quite big there, even though he was not in erection. It gave her the strongest sexpleasure to have it there ... and at once she began to suck.
At first she was subtle and gentle, both with her sucking and the use of her tongue. Tom lay back, revelling in the delight of her warm mouth ... relaxed ... yet filled with a glowing anticipatory pleasure.
Then as, before very long, Tina felt Tom's organ swelling ... thickening and lengthening ... she began to suck with a greater strength and avidity. It was a wonderful sensation for her, by the simple action of her mouth, to feel herself bringing that marvellous weapon to its full male pride. It was not long before it was a solid-hard, upright ramrod of flesh. A bone of delight that could only be reduced in one way!
Her head ducked up and down and she took several inches of the prick into her mouth each movement. Certainly she took as much as she could ... loving it ... even though she half-choked when it went right to the back of her throat and her open mouth was so very filled with it. I'd like to have him spunk down my throat, doing this, she thought. It showed how much she adored his sexuality.
All the time, she was aware of her own mounting pleasure as Tom continued to play cleverly with her ... his fingers frigging away at her cunt lips and clitoris. Her hindquarters suddenly began to quiver uncontrolably ... and then she found herself coming quickly to a climax.
She spent herself while she went on sucking and found the prick jerking in her mouth as she worked. I could so easily make him come like this, she thought. And then I would lose him again, she thought at once. I don't think I could bear that. Still ... if he really wants it.
Her mouth slipped off the quivering pink-red ramrod. "Tom...." she asked hoarsely. "Do ... do you wat me to ... to do on sucking you ... I mean all the way?"
"I'd love it," he smiled at her. "But I think I'd rather fuck you, all the same. Perhaps another time, eh?"
"Yes ... yes, Tom whatever you say...." Naturally Tina was secretly glad at his decision, even though, as has been said, she also liked the idea of giving him a full gam.
Tom now felt very strong. Some of the 'steam had been taken out of him by earlier events and he felt far more in control of himself. Which was the way he prefered to be. He knew that for true mutual pleasure, fucking had to be long as well as strong ... and he reckoned he was ready for that.
It had been an unexpected in reduction ... and a most intriguing form of pre-play for both of them. And their first mutual act together, swift and violent as it had been, had been perfectly satisfying for both of them.
The urgency of the desires of both of them had been too strong for anything else. Tom, only partly slaked by Christine, had no time to waste. And, for her part, Tina had been overwhelmed by the surprise arrival of so magnificent a man. His muscular build and the sheer sex-size of him had completely conquered her. It did not matter to her on that first occasion that he was quick and selfish (to some extent anyway). All that did matter was she felt that beautiful big cock up her!
But a couple of hours later, when a less intense drive prevailed in both of them. There was time for more finesse, more prolonged and more subtle pleasures.
CHAPTER SIX
Tom had removed Tina's blouse and bra, so that he could enjoy the sight and feel of those high-rounded twin orbs. Much to his satisfaction-and hers-he played with them with mouth and hands. Again and again she would whimper with pleasure as he tongued and then gently bit her nipples.
And, as he played with her in this fashion, so she played with him ... her hand constantly fondling his meaty prick and gently caressing his balls.
"You can ride me if you like, sweetie," he said, lying back with his hands clasped behind his neck. Some nine thick inches of cock reared up strongly from him.
"Oh yes ... yes ... I'd love that...." said Tina.
She was trembling with her desire as she positioned herself. Tom had expected her to come on to him facing him but, as it happened, she moved around so that her hindquarters were towards him. Straddling him, bottom uplefted, he saw all her feminine delights blatantly displayed. Eagerly displayed.
Slowly Tina lowered herself and brought her cunt down to the tip of his prick. There, quivering tensely, she remained, while she rocked herself to and fro .. giving him the utmost pleasure. Not to mention herself!
Lying there, and leaving everything to his partner, Tom watched the trembling of the soft bottom and thigh flesh ... the sudden contractions of the nates as the pleasure consumed them both.
Suddenly, with a loud long groan, Tina sank down, so that Tom's length went right up into her. Heaven! Heaven for both! She remained with her bottom pressed to his belly and flanks, wrigging around and back and forth, moaning happily and softly with delight.
"Oh ... ah ... oh ... Tom ... I ... I can't tell you what that ... that's doing to me...."
"It's filling your cunt, isn't it?" he replied grinning with his own lecherous pleasure.
"Yes ... yes ... of course it is. Oh ... it's so lovely and big and hard. Oh so, so big, Tom!" came her reply.
Slowly, quivering all over as she did so, Tina raised her haunches.
Up ... up ... up ... till only the big knob was in her, gripped by her cunt lips. Then, more quickly, she moved down again so that Tom's cock went up into her again. Once more she gasped her joy.
This manoever she repeated several times, just fractionally increasing the pace each time. All the time she sighed and shuddered in complete sexual abandon.
"Oh Tom ... do you know ... I'd like to go on doing this for ever ... and ever...." she said. "I'd like you do," he replied, "but I'm not made of iron...." All the same, he thought, I feel as if I can hold out for quite a while, my beauty.
"I ... I'm g-glad you're not m-made of iron," she answered, beginning to increase the up-and-down rhythm, "I ... ahh ... p-prefer ... flesh and blood ... oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes...."
"Big hard cock, you mean...."
"Yes ... yes ... big hard cock ... oooh ... Tom ... To ... I'm going to come again ... ohh ... yes ... now now ... NOO.. OOOWWWW!"
Tina worked her haunches up and down in a quick, uncontrolled fenzy of lust. Her cunt gripped and worked supperbly as she made full use of the superb solidity of the organ that filled her.
Gasping breathlessly, crying out, she achieved a prolonged and utterly satisfying orgasm ... and was overjoyed to find the organ remained as hard and as solid as ever. Oh ... what a man Tom was! In every possible way!
She slowed, recovering herself by degrees, her cunt now hotter and more liquid than ever. It squelched as she went on moving up and down in a relaxed sort of way ... and Tom had to fight to keep a grip on his own lust as he gazed at the lush naked hindquarters at work right before him.
This Tina certainly knows what she's about, he said to himself, as she began a kind of 'milking' inner motion with her cunt. She's every bit as good as Fay. And that was saying something.
As he lay there, wallowing in the sex-delights, his mind turned to Fay. It would be fun if he was still there when she came back. Fun because he could have both of them together. At that very moment, while Tina was doing just what she was, he could have Fay positioned over his mouth and could he tongue her. Then ... later ... the two could change places. Pleasure for three! Pleasure enhanced.
Perhapss, he thought, it would happen. He had the idea that neither of the girls would raise any objection to that. They would both co-operate. For both of them were too sexy to be able to do anything else really!
"Do you want to come yet. Tom?" asked Tina.
She had been working on him for something approaching ten minutes, yet he felt as strong and in control as ever.
"No, sweetie," he answered. "But it would be nice, for a change, if you faced the other way round."
"Yes ... yes ... of course...."
Tina was only too willingly to agree to any suggestion he made and, quickly, she raised herself and his prick slid out of her. His prick, glistening with her emissions, was at maximum size ... a massive throbbing length, the knob now red-mauve in hue.
Tina turned and again straddled him. Her breasts danced warm and soft on his face ... and then in moments, he was up in her again. Up again into that delicious liquid-velvet of her cunt. Then, once more she began to ride him, using every artifice to please him that she knew.
Tom felt the lust in him surge and flood. He knew that even he could not last much longer under such divine stimulation. His hands came from behind his head and clasped the rhythmic rising-and-falling buttocks.
"You beauty ... you lovely little beauty...." he panted. "What a wonderful ... fuck ... you are ... "
It seemed that he could have paid her no higher compliment, for Tina seemed to give him even more! Her squirming contortions and her gripping-working cunt brought him to very peaks of delight.
Faster ... faster ... faster ... rose and fell those bouncing squirming buttocks, until Tom's ramrod-hard organ was flashing in and out of Tina's cunt at a remarkable pace. Their mtual cries and gasps and groans grew louder and louder.
It was too good, much too good to last!
"AAAAAHHHHHH...."
"Hhhhhhhaaaaa...."
Together they cried out in ultimate joy as the jerking spasms of full consummation gripped them. Tom's haunches jerked and jerked as he spunked into the exquisiteness of Tina's cunt ... hers jerked with equal franticness as she spent and spent herself yet again upon that super-man organ which had so completely conquered her.
They shuddered and shook in a prolonged convulsion of pleasure-lust. It seemed that their limbs and their muscles were out of control as they went through the barriers of ultimate delight and into the seventh heaven of true sex-joy which defies all description.
Only slowly ... slowly ... did the mutual, nerveless jerking of their flesh and bodies cease as slowly ... slowly ... the spurts of Tom's lava-lust weakened.
"Ooooohhhhhh...."
"Aaa-aaaahhhhhhh...."
Together they sighed and moaned it utter contentment as their flesh clung together. Clung outwardly and clung inwardly ... as if it never, never wished to be parted.
Later all movement ceased as they lay heavy-breathing, still locked together. All movement that is, except that which might be seen upon the soft flesh of Tina's upturned buttocks. These, every now and again, would quiver all over with the memories of the delights so recently enjoyed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sex-starved as he had been at the beginning of that day Tom felt well slaked after that third love-tourney.
The first with Christine had taken the edge of his appetite. The first with Tina had been the kind of opening to a main meal. The second time with Tina had left him fully satisfied. For the time being at least. In fact, a little later, he had that same kind of well-being that comes from a really good meal.
As for Tina. Well ... there were stars in her eyes. She had met, without doubt, the kind of real man she had always wanted to find. She was so consumed by the sheer physicality of him ... so absorbed by his presence and what he had done to her in such a short time, that the fact that' might have to end soon did not enter hor head!
About an hour later, they lazily stirred and began to come back to world of the living.
Since the sweat of exertion still clung to their bodies, they decided to take a shower together. Literally together.
And even there, under the hot-stinging lances of water, as they soaked each other luxuriosly all over, their mutual sex-excitement rose. It was wonderful to fell their soapy-soft flesh rubbing together ... lovely for Tom to have Tina's soft hands soaping his prick and balls ... equally lovely for Tina to have Tom doing the same with her breasts and deep down and under between her cleft.
Tom realized, almost to his own surprise, that, despite his recent exertions, the heat was coming to his loins again and, under Tina's delicious stimulation, there was a definite swelling of his prick. For her part, there was no doubt what his massaging was doing to her. She was finding the soapy-slippery rubbing wildly exciting ... and was fast being roused to another peak.
Panting, she clung to Tom. urging him on by a wild jerking motions of her haunches.
Tom gave her more ... loving to make this lush young creature so wildly randy. Indeed; as he made her more and more randy, so he did himself. His prick not only stiffened ... it began to come strongly erect again. Tina felt it and clasped it, giving it all the encouragement she could. My God, thought Tom, I'm even stronger than I thought myself ... either that or I've been more starved than I thought!
As Tina came under his massaging manipulation, she wilted in his arms, clinging to him. Still the shower lanced down on them. And was completely ignored. Somehow it only added-like the slippery soap to the exciting stimulation of what they were doing.
"Tom ... OOO ... Tom ... my knees are w-weak...." Tina gasped.
"They'll be weaker still, my little one," he laughed, pinning her back against the marble wall. I haven't had a 'knee-trembler' for a long while, he thought as he pulled her thighs apart and thrust his new, strong erection up into her. Oh how easily it slid up into those delicious velvet depths!
Up ... up ... right up ... so that she was as it were pinioned by it, back against the wall. Utterly helpless, utterly consumed with sweet sex-joy. Tom, clasping her flanks, began to fuck her vigorously. He rammed in hard and fast, until Tina became a soapy jelly of lust. A jelly of lust ... out of control, with limbs jerking, feet off the floor, as she clung helplessly to him.
Tom, piring a little, but still basically strong, pinioned her back to the wall and continued to fuck her solidly until he achieved his own climax. Naturally, it was not quite as strong as the previous one. but it certainly gave him that 'knee-trembling' sensation he had anticipated ... so much so that both of them sank down on to the marble floor with the water still cascading and finally washing away the remants of their lust.
* * *
It is perhaps needles to say that both Tom and Tina felt the necessity for restoration of energy that evening. They decided on a quiet dinner together in a Soho restaurant.
The evening was both relaxed and pleasant. Both spoke frankly on every topic that came up ... particularly the topic of sex. Almost without anything being said, they both agreed that Tom should stay at Tina's flat for a few days of his leave, at least.
"Until you get tired of me," remarked Tina at one point, with just a shade of first-sadness in her voice.
"Do we have to think about that?" asked Tom. Frankly, he didn't want his hands tied, and Tina was sensible enough to realize it.
"No," replied Tina. "It would be silly to do so. I am understanding as well. Not altogether a usual combination." He smiled at her as he ran his hand up her thigh under the table. "By the way, what would happen if Fay returned while I was staying with you?"
Tina pouted, but still half smiled. "In that case," she answered, "I suppose I would only get fifty per cent of my ration."
He just couldn't help laughing out loud at her frankness ... and he was also glad at the answer she had given. For it implied a lot.
"Would you mind then," he asked, "if I had both of you in bed together?"
Tina shook her head. "Not really. I don't think," she answered. "Particularly as you're the kind of man who could cope with two girls at once."
"Thank you!"
"I don't think Fay would mind either. In the first place we're old friends ... and I know she's played that kind of game before."
"Has she now...."
Tom thought about that ... and then let his mind ream a little. It would certainly be tremendous fun to have both of them at once, he thought. The white-skinned redhead with the lithe and supple body ... and the lush and shapely Tina. Both as hot as Hell for him. Oh yes ... they could have some marvellous games!
"When did she say she would be back?" asked Tom.
"It won't be for at least a week or ten days yet ... as far as I know," answered Tina, just a shade smugly. One could almost see her thinking that she would, at least, have 100 per cent of Tom until that time.
"Well," smiled Tom. "I've got a month's leave, so that provides for all sorts of eventualities, does not it. my dear?"
Tina nodded. "Yes ... yes ... it does," she said.
"Meanwhile, there's just the two of us. At least, I hope so."
"For the moment," replied Tom, "that is most adequate." He ordered two more large brandies, lit a cigar, and sat back to contemplate a happy future.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Do you know what I am going to do with you when we get back?" asked Tom, as their taxi threaded its way through the traffic.
"I really have no idea," simpered Tina with a forced arcliness. She was loving the feeling of Tom's hand up her skirt, gently playing with her clitoris.
"I'm going to have you on your hands and knees and fuck the arse off you," replied Tom. The wine and brandy had fired him. He was feeling terribly randy again.
"Oh yes ... yes ... how lovely...." sighed Tina. Her hand unzipped his fly and felt the solidity of his cock. "I can hardly wait, my wonderful man!"
"It won't be long now," promised Tom.
And that was true, for they were back in the flat within ten minutes. Then there was no need for any more words. Only action. They made their way at once to the bedroom.
Tom stripped bollock naked and Tina stripped down to only belt, stockings and high heels. She looked superbly sexy as she came to him with high-rounded breasts bouncing, hips swinging.
"On your knees, my beauty," said Tom, more than half in erection. "And get that lovely bottom up." He gave it a gentle slap to emphasize life wishes.
And obey she did. At once. Getting down and thrusting up her curvaceous hindquarters as provocatively as possible. She displayed and offered herself with the fillest abandon ... filling Tom with the fiercest kind of lust.
He came down upon her strongly, clasping her from the rear at once. Then he gave her several thumping strokes which sent her into a squirming ecstasy.
"Yes ... yes...." he grunted lecherously, "you are my slave ... the slave of my cock...."
"Y-yes ... oh yes...." gasped Tina in reply, enjoying every divine second of it all, "I ... ahhh ... I am your slave ... the slave of your cock. Ooooh ... I'll do anything for it ... anything ... to serve and p-please it....
With a look of almost brutal relish, Tom continued to fuck her with the utmost strength and vigour.
Their grints and groans of mutual effort and pleasure filled the room.
"I ... I ... l-love it this ... way ... oooo ... yes ... I love it this way," gasped Tina, working her bottom back and forth in skilful, cooperative rhythm with Tom's forceful thrusts.
Tom made no answer, but it was a position he enjoyed very much too. It was, of course, possible to vary it, whilst keeping it basically the same. He could lean foward over her as he fucked, clasping her breasts to add to their pleasure; or he could kneel more erect, gripping the moving flanks and looking down to observe his wet-glistening prick gliding in and out of Tina's tight-gripping cunt.
For almost ten minutes they fucked in this way, Tina achieving several minor climactics, while Tom naturally controlled the arrival of his. He not only varied his position, he also varied his pace ... so that when he found his lust getting too strong, he would slow. Then, when he was ready again, he would pound away with a dozen or more quick, delicious thrusts.
Soon Tina was making hoarse, almost animal-like sounds eventually all the time. It seemed to her that no man had ever fucked her so superbly before ... nor ever would again.
But even Tom, strong as he was, had his limits. There came a moment when he unleashed all his pent-up sex-desire and the quick strokes that he had intended should slow again when they reached around about the dozen mark, became twenty ... and then moved on to around the thirty mark.
And for him those last ten or so thrusts were the most superb of all ... for they were the fastest and fiercest of all, delivered as his orgasm swept over him, delivered as he spunked and spunked into the succulent hot cunt he had so overwhelmed, possessed, and ravaged with such uninhibited delight.
The two naked figures slumped panting and twitching to the floor ... gasping their mutual joy and lost to the world. They were slaked, utterly slaked ... and both temporarily exhausted by their excesses of the day.
CHAPTER NINE
Yes ... both were lost to the world in those aftermath moments. But they had, in fact, been virtually lost to it for the previous five minutes or so.
Other wise, one or the other of them might have heard a key turning in the lock of the outer door ... and then, a few moments later, been aware of the figure of an attractive red-headed girl standing at the bedroom door.
It was, of course, Fay. Fay returning a little earlier than expected from America. Returning to her own flat unannounced.
At first the green eyes flashed in rage. Rage mingled with jealousy. Then, as she continued to watch the wildly erotic scene in silence, the look changed to one of fascination mingled with lust.
She knew from her own experiences what supreme joy Tina was getting from Tom ... and it was a unique experience for her to watch what, hitherto, she had only felt.
It was both unique and, to her surprise, she found it remarkably sexually exciting. All jealous thoughts left her. In any case, she told herself, they were quite unreasonable. Tom had never promised to be faithful to her, nor had she to him. She certainly had been faithful to him in the States where, incidentally, for the first time she had enjoyed a young and good-looking buck nigger. Yes ... she really had enjoyed that. For, though of a different hue, he had had the same kind of solid meat that Tom possessed.
Feeling the excitement bubbling in her, Tina watched the thunderous climax come and go. Then she allowed a minute or so to pass before speaking. Deliberately, she made her eyes flash and spoke sharply.
"Well ... well ... this is a bloody fine thing, I must say!" she cried out.
Tom and Tina jerked guiltily apart and turned to face her, still lying on the floor. They looked almost comical for a moment, with their eyes still glazed with lust and their mouths open and slack with surprise.
"Fay?" They both gasped out her name together as they scrambled up off the floor.
She came into the bedroom, flung her handbag on the bed and faced them, still stony faced, with hands on hips.
"And how long has this been going on?" she demanded.
"We ... we only met today .. F-Fay...." stammered Tina. "Tom came on leave ... and hoped to find you here.
Tom nodded his agreement. Though surprised he was not entirely displeased to see Fay. She looked as stunningly sexy as ever ... and he knew, if necessary, he could soon overcome any tantrums from her about Tina.
"Well," said Fay, "you seem to have 'made friends' very quickly, if I may say so." Her expression was sardonic.
"What do you expect, when such a marvellous man bursts into the flat," pouted Tina. She was angry that Fay had arrived back early. It had split her plans to keep Tom to herself for days and days.
"Frankly," answered Fay, "I expect nothing else...." And then she smiled for the first time.
Instantly the atmosphere was fully relaxed ... and all three were smiling at each other. "You didn't exaggerate one little bit about him, darling," said Tina, coming over and giving Fay a kiss.
"No, I didn't, did I," she answered, looking over Tom's muscular nudity. Even 'in repose' he was a splendid size. She went over to him, gave him a big hug, then a kiss. "I see you haven't lost any of your old atking ways, you brute," she said. And, by the way, how dare you two-time me!"
"Just in the same way you've been two-timing me," he grinned back at her.
Fay was forced to smile in return. It was as good as a confession. "Fair enough," she said. "The only thing, frankly, that does annoy me a bit is that you've obviously worn yourself out for the time being. I bet that wasn't the first tumble you've had today."
"You're right," smiled Tina smugly.
"And you're right, too, that I do need a bit of a rest, my sweetie," added Tom. "But not all that long, I reckon. Seeing you again has brought back lots of lovely memories. Besides, I've had a long lay off before this."
"Goodie," replied Fay, looking more mollified.
"The only thing is, seeing you having your fun, has made me feel terribly randy...."
"Well ... something can be done about that," answered Tom, "even if it isn't the full treatment you would like."
"Yes ... I suppose so ... of course ... yes," said Fay, catching on. She was also surprised to find that she didn't mind at all about Tina being there The idea of a 'threesome' was exciting her. Perhaps she thought, I've got a touch of lesbianism in me. Not that I've ever felt that sort of thing really. But just the same, althought Tom's masculine virility appealed to her with the most strength, she also found a certain appeal in Tina's shapely female body.
"I think," said Fay, "that the first thing for me to do it to get a few of these clothes off."
"Agreed," said Tom. He might well have had his fill of Tina that day ... he might well be temporarily incapable of full masculinity ... but that did not mean he was not still ready for some fun and games. In any case, he was fully confident that, after a short rest, he was fully capable of giving Fay the kind of fucking she was eager for.
But, first things first.
"I'll go and have a shower while you change and ... er ... get to renew your old friendship...." said Tina.
"I don't think there's any need for that," said Fay, a shade sharply. "Nor do I," agreed Tom.
Tina smiled. She was happy to hear the replies, for she too found herself excited at the idea of a "threesome." She had, in fact, only been testing out Fay's reaction.
Thus it could be said that, without actually making a positive statement, all three agreed on playing a triple game. It was an easy decision for Tom to make ... what mattered in this kind of situation was that the women agreed.
It was by the sheerest luck that both of them found it agreeably exciting to be exhibited before each other ... with Tom as the dominating figure.
In no time at all, Fay stripped down in the same way as Tina. Down to belt, stockings and high heels. Tom feasted his eyes on the delights that he had not enjoyed for many a month. Yes ... Fay was exciting as his memories had led him to believe. Superb, big, white breasts ... hight and firm ... superb curvaceous buttocks and flanks, lovely long thighs. Everything a man could wish for. He waited eagerly for her to come to him, despite the fact that he had been temporarily slaked by Tina.
However, to his surprise-and almost to his chagrin-she went first to Tina. She clasped Tina, who seemed as about as surprised as Tom. "You wicked creature," she said softly, "how dare you steal the prick I love best in all the world?"
"I ... I didn't steal...." she half protested. They were belly to belly, breasts flattened and crushing. It was a new and strangely exciting experience for both of them.
"All the same, you'll have to pay forfeit for that," said Fay. And, at once, she began to rub her mound hard against Tina's.
Again Tina was momentarily taken aback, but it did not take her long to respond. "All right, Fay!" she said. And she began to rub back just as vigorously as her partner.
Tom watched fascinated as the two lush young creatures stimulated themselves. The soft female flesh bounced and quivered as they rutted together ... and Tom was aware that both of them were getting a special erotic pleasure out of the knowledge that he was watching them. In a way, it was a form of submission to him by both of them simultaneously.
Not surprisingly, it was Fay who was the most intense on this exercise, since she had not had the day. So Fay it was who was first to quake jelly-like as she panted out her orgasm ... and so lost the strength in her knees that Tina had to hold her up lest she fall to the floor.
It was at that point that Tom took over. He picked her up ... seeing the redhead's eyes wide with happy lust and full submission. Tom put her down on the bed and at once his head went down between her quickly parting thighs ... and his mouth and tongue went expertly to work.
It was not long before Fay was again convulsed in an ecstasy of pleasure. But this time pleasure produced by a different agency, as it were. She sighed and half-sobbed happily, her haunches jerking as she spent herself strongly.
"Oh Tom ... oh Tom...." she moaned, "it's been so long ... and oooh ... I want you so ... so ... m-much...."
Tom, stimulated as he was, could not yet give her what she truly wanted, however. Soon he would be able to, but not just yet. He looked up at Tina who was watching with interest all that was going on. "Like to take over for a little while?" he asked.
"Why not?" answered Tina. She had suddenly realized that she, too, might have some latent rubbing very much ... and was by no means loth to go down to Fay as Tom had been doing.
Fay herself certainly raised no objections when she felt her friend's mouth eagerly at work.
"Darling ... darling ... that's w-wonderful...." she kept crying out. "Ohh, darling Tina ... yes ... yes ... yes ... oooh ... I'll do this to you ... soon ... soon ... yes I will, I will!"
Once again she came to a climax, her juices flowing strongly. And now she was ready for the final full treatment that only Tom could give her.
Fay opened her eyes ... which had been shut tight for the last couple of minutes as she mounted the heavenly steps to the peak of sex-bliss. She was surprised to see that Tina had a look of heavy lust on her face and also that Tom loomed over both of them ... and he was smiling lecherously. She realized, in that instant that, while Tina had been kneeling between her thighs and tonguing her, that Tom had mounted her from the rear and was gliding his big prick-now fully in erection again-in and out of her.
"You beast!" she cried, sitting up quickly, "you ... you can't give it to her again. It's mine ... it's my turn now...."
"I was just warming myself up," answered Tom easily, slowing the movement of his haunches. "Really, Fay, did you expect me to able to resist such a pretty display as Tina was showing?"
"She's had enough ... enough for today!" cried Fay even more angrily. She took hold of Tina's hair. "Haven't you ... haven't you?" she demanded.
"You ... can ... never have enough...." said Tina hoarsely, shuddering in yet another climax.
Tom eased himself out of her and Tina rolled aside. "Now it's all for you," he said.
Fay forgot all her past jealousies, all her resentments ... forget everything ... when she saw the massive organ quivering ready for her delight. Quickly she upturned her hindquarters and proffered her eager cunt.
Tom took her with a single, swift thrust and, over Tom's shoulder, Tina saw the look of fulfilled ecstatic joy in Fay's face as she felt the magnificent size of Tom filling her. It was all she desired.
Her limbs locked around Tom as he began to give her one long steady-thrusting stroke after another.
"Ohh ... yes ... ohh yes ... ooohh yes...." cried Fay in short breathless gasps. "Oooohhh that's it...."
It was as if she were saying that everything was just as wonderful as she had remembered it ... everything was perfect again. Tom, well satisfied so often that day already, was able to continue with his long-pounding strokes without fear that he would quickly lose control. Thus he could give Fay ... Fay, that supple and sinuous white-skinned redhead ... the long, strong fucking that she had asked for.
While she worked herself up ecstatically from one climax to another, Tom kept on pounding away with his big, long and thickly-rounded organ. Sometimes he was slow in his rhythm, sometimes he was faster. But never for an instant did he cease his superb driving force.
Fay, with Tina looking on ... and understanding so well her friends reactions ... squealed and squealed as she squirmed and squirmed upon the bed. Tina realized, as she watched, that there was a unique erotic pleasure in watching ... compensation for when one was not actively engaged oneself.
After some ten minutes of this solid fucking, even Tom found himself tirmg just a little. After all, he had had a pretty strenuous day. He worked himself up to his own climax ... increasing his pace steadily until was one of almost frenzied speed. It lifted Fay to new heights of delight ... heights that, indeed, she could not remember scaling since she had last seen Tom.
She was a moaning, helpless-soft jelly of fully slaked lust by the time the lasts drops of his own lust had shot into her.
It had indeed been a happy home-coming for her. And was a happy augury for the future of all three of them.
* * *
"Well," said Fay, as they breakfasted the following morning. "I suggest we set up a 'menage a trois' here for the rest of Tom's month's leave. All three of us living together, eh? Share and share alike?"
She looked hard at Tina, as if to imply that she shouldn't expect more than her fair share. Tom looked happily complacent ... for the sharing would be the other way round as far as he would be concerned. He would be getting a double ration. And a delicious double too.
"I think it's a lovely idea," said Tina. Actually, she was indeed beginning to think it might be more sexily exciting with the three of them together, rather than just having Tom alone, wonderful as that might be. For she would only be getting that superb piece of hard male flesh regularly but there would be other, unusual excitement too.
"It certainly suits me," smiled Tom. "Provided there's no arguing or bitchiness between you two."
They assured him together that there wouldn't be. "Who ever I choose first, on any day, or at any time?" he insisted. And again they assured him.
"Good," said Tom, still smiling, "then both of you can strip right down and I'll make my first imperant decision of the day. As of who is to get a fucking ... and who is to do the washing up!"
Quickly, meekly, the two girls began to strip, each eager to display her charms with the most provocation and so win the first prize of the day.
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
Most men have a hobby of one sort or another, and Peter was no exception. At the age of twenty-nine he was still single and fancy free. His one hobby of course was women, and he indulged himself at every conceivable opportunity. In fact, having been left considerable fortune by his father, he was able to concentrate on the delights of this exciting pastime.
It was a sunny day, and he was strolling down Curzon Street, when he saw a tall, well-dressed woman coming towards him. As she approached, he smiled. She returned the smile and soon they were conversing freely.
He learned that the lady's name was Anne and that she had recently been divorced; furthermore she was now living on her own.
After some time and over a drink in one of the open-air cafes in Shepherds Bush market, the conversation took a rather unusual course. Anne took a long drink, set down her glass and, looking Peter straight in the eyes, said disconcertingly, "I love men, I can't help myself. You see I have an un-satiable desire for cocks."
This took Peter completely by surprise. It would doubtless have rattled most men, but he was quick to respond: "Well, my dear, in that case what are we waiting for? If. you would care to invite me back to your flat, I shall be only too charmed to help you out, and I can assure you that I have a very accomodating prick that would be delighted to oblige."
A short time later Peter was entering the door of a second floor flat just off Queen's Street. He was pleased to note that the lounge was luxuriously furnished and he selected a long, comfortable-looking couch.
Anne busied herself with mixing some drinks, and they downed a couple of shorts each, before she said: "I always feel it is so much better if a woman gets a man aroused first, before one gets down to serious business. So if you will just sit still for a while I'll divest myself of a few garments and show you what I have to offer."
She was wearing a short, black dress. Beneath she had on a pair of black stockings of a very fine mesh, which one could see through. She proceeded to lift up the skirt to waist height and expose a pair of fine long legs surmounted by a pair of transparent briefs, through which her cunt hairs were clearly visible.
The dress came off over her head and was thrown carelessly on the floor. Peter saw a black bra encased her swelling bust. It just covered her nipples, but exposed the white flesh above.
"Well, Peter, concentrate on my cunt. You can just see the hairs now, but I will slide down my briefs and give you a better view. How's that?"
She was opening her legs slowly, as she spoke, giving an excellent view of her bush. She then turned round and showed him her arse. It was white and smooth like alabaster. She stood before him, still wearing her bra, girdle, stockings and shoes. She bent slowly forward which had the effect of exposing her bare arse even better. Stretching her hands behind her back, she gently pilled her two cheeks apart.
"Come closer, Peter, so you can see better." He raised himself off the couch, took a couple of strides forward, and knelt down on one knee. Now his face was only a foot from her white naked bottom. He could see clearly the delightful arse-hole nestling in the centre between the cheeks. It was round with little crinkles of flesh leading outwards from it and it was dark colored in contrast to the white buttocks.
"Now, Peter, look closely at my arsehole," she murmured. "Have you ever seen a more attractive one? I will open it a little more for you." So saying, pulled the crinkly flesh apart with her hands to expose pink, wet skin inside.
Peter was conscious of a lovely, warm odor that smelt slightly earthy.
The proceedings were having the desired effect on him. and his prick was big and hard, fairly bursting to find a way out of his trousers.
Suddenly Anne straightened up, turned round, and peeled off her bra. Two big tits jumped into view. She stretched out a hand to help him to his feet, saying, "Pete, it's time you got your clothes off now and we went through into the bedroom."
He started stripping as he followed her obediently into the adjoining room. Three sides of the bedroom were hung with mirrors and in the centre was a large double-bed. Anne leapt on to this, crouching on her hands and knees and, sticking her arse up in the air. "Take another look at this bum-hole of mine," she said.
Peter got into position in a flash. Underneath the hole, her cunt lips were plainly visible, closed and surrounded by dark hair. He advanced his head to a few inches from the warm, quivering flesh.
"Smell it, smell my arse," she commanded.
Peter's nose got closer till the tip was actually touching the puckered, dark-red hole. The damp odor was driving him crazy with desire.
He pressed his lips against the arse-hole and stuck his tongue out. He licked all round the little rose-bud, until it was all wet with his saliva, before thrusting it into the small opening.
"That's it. Go on. Tongue-fuck my arse. I'll bet you haven't done that before. Oh! ... Oh! ... I love it ... more ... more ... please. Don't stop ... keep going."
Peter had no intention of doing so. He was gradually going insane with lust. Eagerly he parted the lips of her wet, succulent, quim, and ran his tongue over the red flesh inside. He wanted to penetrate this hole too, but the position did not lend itself to this.
Anne quickly realized his dilemma and said: "Let's change round now. You lie down on the bed."
As soon as he was on his back, Anne crouched over him, facing in the direction of his feet, and gradually lowered her bottom down over his face. "Now, kind sir," she whispered, "how about giving my luscious cunt a little suck?"
Peter prized open the thick lips, disclosing a scarlet cavern, soaking wet with her juices. The smell was intoxicating and faintly perfumed. "Oh! What a place for French perfume," thought Peter, as he sniffed the exciting odor with its dank, warm, sensual, pissy smell. He rounded his lips in the shape of an O and pressed them against the inside of the exposed cunt. This kiss was better than any woman's lips!
His prick was standing up, large and erect, a tempting sight for any female, especially one having her fanny sucked.
Anne was peering along his body, gazing fascinated at the sight of this collossal penis jutting out from its forest of pubic hair. Enthusiastically, she murmured, "Now let me see what I can do for you, you randy boy!" She bent her body forward as she spoke, and started to lick his balls, giving each in turn her fond attention. His testicles were firm and full of life-giving spunk. Gradually she worked her way up to the base of the giant red staff, completely absorbed in her task. She knew that this handsome tool was shortly going to enter her minge and that it would undoubtedly give her great satisfaction.
The head of the large organ looked like a pink mushroom with a hole in the end. Inch by inch she worked her way up the stiff pole, licking it like a hungry child might like a large lollipop.
To Peter, the feel of her tongue was sheer heaven. He drew his face away from the lush fanny, and watched her expression of intense concentration as she persisted, intent on giving him pleasure.
"Keep licking, you gorgeous bitch," he grunted. "Go on, now my balls again, make them wet and slimy like I have your darling cunt and arsehole."
All the while he was watching what was going on in one of the appropriately-placed mirrors on the wall. He noted the smile on Anne's face as she alternately licked his tool and testicles, moving her mouth slowly down from one to the other and back again.
After a short rest, he stuck his tongue back into the gaping red cavity, and pushed it up the passage as far as it would go.
Now, the two of them were working in unison, licking and sucking for all their worth. This continued for some time, and their private parts were drenched with saliva, and both of them were on the point of coming.
Finally it was Anne who drew away. She lay down on her back beside him, opening her legs wide apart and raising her knees invitingly.
"Now, please, please fuck me ... I can't wait any longer. I want to feel your lovely prick inside me ... please."
Peter quickly levered himself up, his glistening cock jutting out from his belly and climbed on top of her. His hand eagerly guided the throbbing cock towards the entrance of her gaping vagina. The knob touched the waiting hole, pushed its way through between the wet lips and was sucked inside to its full length. He started fucking her slowly with a rhythmic action ... in and out lunged the large penis, like a piston gradually increasing in speed. Up and down lunged his hairy buttocks as he thrust prick in and out of her fanny.
Anne was panting. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... harder ... more ... give me more of your fat cock ... shove it deeper ... farther inside me ... Oh! Oooh! ... marvellous ... Oh God! ... harder ... faster."
In the conveniently placed mirror Peter could observe all that was happening. He could see his own dangling balls slapping up against Anne's white bottom as he lunged at her cunt. The whole shaft was glistening with her quim-juice and their two salivas when it appeared momentarily before plunging once more into its sheath. It was an obscene and highly disgusting sight, but how delightful it looked to the participants. His only complaint was that the scene had to be watched in the mirror; he would have liked a closer view of the proceedings.
The speed of the fucking increased till Anne's big tits were flopping from side to side, and swinging like a pair of pendulums. The nipples stood out erect from the large white globes and attracted Peter's attention. He took one into his mouth and sucked it hard.
Suddenly Anne screamed: "Oh, my God, I'm coming. I can't hold back any longer ... come with me, darling."
Peter, who had been holding himself in check with some difficulty, could restrain himself no longer. He felt his load of hot spunk shoot out with such force, he half expected to see it gushing out of Anne's mouth.
Anne ejaculated at the same time and the thrilling sensation of this simultaneous orgasm was indescribable. They lay there quivering and shaking, gasping and panting while the wonderful spams lasted, then eventually they pulled apart.
Affectionately as if in taken of her gratitude, Anne bent her head and licked the whitish-yellow sperm around Pete's still erect cock. "Can't waste any of it, can we?" she sighed, as she licked up every drop of juice and swallowed it.
They proceeded to get dressed again and Anne said: "That wasn't bad for a start was it? We seem very well suited, don you think? How about coming back this evening? I would like you to meet my young sister ... she is only fourteen ... but I am sure you will find her interesting."
"Certainly," replied Peter enthusiastically, knowing he was free and thinking that there would surely be more delights of the flesh available to him.
CHAPTER TWO
When he left, Peter went back to his flat in Knights-bridge. He had a bath, drank a few Gin-and-tonics and relaxed.
He reflected on the afternoon's experience and thought what a strike of luck he had had in meeting up with Anne like that. He wondered what the younger sister would be like. If she was anything like Anne, he would not be disappointed and could look forward to spending a very pleasant evening. He had made a date for eight o'clock in a small restaurant in Shepherd's Market. To pass the time, he amused himself with his record player and eagerly awaited the adventures in store. Needless to say, the hours dragged, and he was impatient to renew his acquaintanceship with the sexy Anne and meet her teen-age sister.
Sharp on eight they met as arranged. They had cocktails to start with, dined well with a bottle of wine, and consumed Brandies after. By half past nine they were ready to leave.
They took a taxi back to Anne's flat and were soon sat comfortably in the lounge with another round of brandies.
Without warning a door to an inner room opened and in came a very pretty young girl with long blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She was wearing a fawn jumper and a mini-skirt in a slightly darker shade. Her legs were shapely and sheathed in flesh-colored nylons.
"This is my sister, Mary," said Anne smiling. "Mary, this is Peter."
Peter shook hands and gazed at the girl admiringly. She was a peach!
"I've told her all about you," Anne went on. "So I suggest we don't waste any precious time and go through to my bedroom. The sooner we get down to some action, the better."
They all walked through to the room with which Peter was already familiar, with its three mirrors placed cunningly around the double bed.
"Now, Peter and I will strip off completely. Mary, you sit over there and be content to watch for the time being."
Anne was as quick as her word. She threw off her clothes and stood in the nude facing Peter, who had contrived to remove all his clothing except for his brief pants. She really had a wonderful body, just made for sex. He surveyed it starting at her feet and allowing his eyes to wander slowly upwards. He gazed appreciatively at the long legs, the lovely black bush, the flat stomach, narrow waist and last, but not least, the large breasts with the prominent nipples.
Anne walked up to him and said: "Let me see your fucking apparatus, don't hide the gorgeous beast inside those blody pants." Even as she spoke, she yanked down the offending garment, exposing to the eyes of the two girls Peter's semi-erect cock, which dangled down between his two bollocks.
"Oh, dear," she murmured, in mock decision. "We will have to make him stand to attention, like a good soldier. She stooped and took the tool into her mouth, at the same time gently cupping Peter's balls in her hands. She then started moving her head up and down, gripping the shaft between her obliging lips.
The cock was quick to respond to this treatment and soon stiffened and rose to its full height. Her tongue felt like velvet. Her mouth was wet and smooth as a virgin's quim. Peter could feel her tongue flicking its tip over his sensitive rod.
Anne stopped abruptly, stood up and surveyed his prick, saying approvingly. "Now, that will do. It is stiff enough to serve me." She sat down on a high chair and opened her legs. She placed the fingers of each hand either side of the exposed crack and gripped the lips, pulling them apart to show the dark passage up to her womb.
"My cunt is ready to accommodate you, sir. Stand close in front of me and embed your randy cock inside it."
As Peter advanced to comply, he-glanced at Mary, seated in the armchair. He had almost forgotten her presence. But she had been paying them the closest attention. She leaning back in the chair, her heels on the edge of the seat, her knees up in the air. Her skirt was up round her waist and her right hand was already busy. The fingers were rubbing up and down in the grove of her cunt through a pair of flimsy panties. But Peter was only able to note this unusual sight as his services were urgently required elsewhere.
He moved up to Anne, crudely seated on the chair, holding her cunt-lips open and patiently waiting. His prick was ready and eager for action. Due to the peculiar height of the seat, his cock was on the same level as the gaping hole. His knob touched the lips and slid in slowly, borrowing its way into her passage.
"Oh, lovely, give me more. Push it all up into me. Now fuck me, you bastard, fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
Any embarrassment Peter might normally have felt in performing in front of another girl, he put quickly to the back of his mind. He was only aware of this promiscuous woman, who it seemed could not get enough dick up her fanny. Well, it didn't matter, he had plenty of cock to give her!
He started poking her properly. This was not difficult in his standing position. He found he could move his prick in and out very comfortably. But he had no intention of rushing things. It would be foolish to spend to soon. He wanted to savour the pleasures of a slow drawnout shag. Although Anne's cunt was already wet, it was not loose. He could feel it gripping his cock as it slithered in and out.
Suddenly he felt his balls being held ... It was Mary ... She was standing behind him, still fully clothed, clasping his balls in her hands. She started to massage them gently.
Pete slowed down his motion, so as she could retain hold of his testicles. The touch of her hands felt marvellous. Soon she was sat on the carpeted floor immediately behind him. absorbed in her new task.
After a while, Mary swivelled herself round, gripped his thighs, and leaned backward between his legs. Her head swung back and forth with his buttocks as she proceeded to lick his dangling balls whilst he continued fucking Anne. He was shortly aware of her hand feeling his wet prick as it came back out of Anne's vagina. Peter looked into one of the mirrors, in which was reflected the entire scene. It was a truly wonderful sight.
Mary was gazing up, watching his penis plunging in and out, his balls of course dangling down in front of her face.
It was Anne who broke the silence. "Mary, darling, have you a good view of Peter's cock and scrotum? They are rather lovely, aren't they? His tool sure feels marvellous. I'm having a divine fuck."
Mary replied, "Oh, yes, I do love to watch it. I'm so close. I can see everything from down here. The smell is simply lovely and so ... so sexy. Please Peter poke her a little slower, so I can see and feel your cock better."
A few minutes later, Mary again began licking his balls. Next she opened her mouth to its fullest and took the whole bag in, moving her head backward and forward in time with Peter's lunges. This way she did not hamper his movements and could retain her mouthful of testicles. Her hands felt his cock each time it came out for air.
The intense excitement Peter felt was becoming unbearable. He just had to go faster. His balls felt as though they were bursting, which was not surprising considering the treatment they were receiving.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming," screamed Peter as he shot his load. "There ... take that ... there is enough spunk to fill even your hungry cunt."
Anne came almost at the same time, and they shuddered together as they participated in one colossal spend.
Mary had still not changed her position. As Peter extracted three-quarters of his organ, she started to lick the exposed area, wiping off all the mixture of sperm and cunt-juice and swallowing it.
"I do love the taste of this nectar," Mary said. "Peter, please pull out your prick completely so I can clean the rest of it for you."
Peter quickly acquiesed and Mary completed the cleansing operation. When she had finished, his tool and balls glistened in the artificial light.
Anne was still sitting in the same posture, with her legs wide open. But now. there was a difference. Out of her cunt the juices of the lovemaking, which had just taken place, were trickling down on to the seat of the chair as they oozed slowly from the empty passage.
Mary was quick to notice this. "Dear sister," she said, "let me clean you up too." She buried her head between the older girl's thighs pressed her mouth against the dripping cunt and started lapping up all the slimy discharge.
Soon the fanny was as clean as Peter's prick. But just for good measure and to make quite sure she had not missed anything, she stuck her young tongue up her sister's minge.
Peter watched entralled at the spectacle. The darting tongue was apparently rekindling Anne's sexual cravings.
But she ceased abruptly and said. "That was lovely, but it hasn't half made me feel randy!"
"Don't worry, darling," replied her sister. "Peter and I will look after you. Come over to the bed, but don't lay on it yet. Just stand by the side. Come on, Peter, you sit on one side of her and I'll sit on the other. That's right. Now face us, Mary, and we'll see what we can do to relieve your feelings!"
CHAPTER THREE
Peter could now get a closer look at Mary. She was indeed attractive, with her long blonde hair. Her mini-skirt was fully six inches above her knees, and she wore high-heeled boots that seemed to set off her shapely legs.
"Take off your sweater," ordered Anne, "and show Peter your new bra."
Mary pealed the garment off over her head to reveal a smooth fair skin. Her breasts were covered with a white brassiere.
"Now your bra, darling, show him your breasts and tities."
Mary put her hands behind her back and unclasped the hook; she pulled away the bra and slipped her arms free of the straps. Then she stuck out her chest, displaying as if by magic a pair of small round slightly undeveloped bubs ... not anywhere near as large as her sister's.
Nevertheless they were nicely shaped, with small pink rims round the nipples. Mary turned her head towards Peter, who was sitting naked on the bed and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Do you like my tits, Peter? They are smaller than Anne's. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all." he replied gallantly. "They are very nice and I would like to kiss them."
"Not yet," Anne interrupted. "You must wait. I want to run things my way. Please be patient, Peter. You will, I am sure, be pleased in the long run. Now, Mary, lift up your mini-skirt and do what I taught you last week."
Mary slowly did as she had been instructed gradually exposing more of her thighs. As inch by inch the skirt was raised, she parted her legs. Soon Peter glimpsed the white suspender belt and then the white panties.
Suddenly she pulled the skirt right up and over her head, and slung it in the corner of the room. She was now dressed, if one could use that term, in her boots, stockings, suspender-belt and briefs which revealed a small tuft of fair hair (quite a contrast in color with Anne's dark bush).
One quick movement and she was without the panties and now her small cunt, surrounded as it was with delicate fair hairs, was revealed for all to see ... or rather for Peter and Anne's inspection. Some of the hairs were motet from her rubbing herself up earlier in the evening. She quickly kicked off her boots, removed her stockings, undid her suspender-belt and stood before them in unabashed nudity.
"You can now see everything," she giggled. "Do you like my body? I know I am only young and very inexperienced, but my body is yours to use as you will. I have been told that my cunt is my best feature; what do you think? Please finger it and feel it. That's right. Stroke my pretty little pussy. Now I will open my legs a little more. Can you see the little hole underneath. I know it is closed now, but push your finger all round it and feel it ... Ah! That's right ... stroke my soft cunt hairs. Now push your finger up my quim; it will go in quite easily."
Peter did as he was requested, already he had his index finger inserted and stuck well up her fanny. It slid in easily due to the walls of the vagina being wet from her earlier masturbation. He decided to shove up another finger and started to massage the randy organ.
He found it rather pleasant to watch his digits working in and out of the young girl's cunt. His own prick began to rise again as a result.
Anne was sharp to notice this natural response. She put her head down on his lap and engulfed his penis in her mouth. Soon she was giving it a good old-fashioned suck. As her lips slid down the erect shaft, she was surprised at just how much of it she was able to take into her gob. Soon, handling his balls with one hand, she had it as stiff as it was likely to get. She withdrew her head and admired her handiwork. It was standing up proudly "at attention" and undoubtedly ready for duty.
"Right," she cried. "That is enough. Now I am going to help you get that lovely big thing into my sister's little hole. Yes ... I think perhaps penetration from the rear would be the easiest and most gratifying for all concerned. Mary, get yourself on the bed on your hands and knees. Stick your pretty little arse out. That's fine, but just lower your arms. Rest on your elbows and tuck down your head. Now, you see what happens as a result;-your arse sticks out all the better. Come here Peter and get behind her, then I'll assist you to get your John Thomas in."
Before him Peter could see the little arsehole blinking up at him above the fair girl's youthful cunt. Anne took hold of his protruding organ, which was still wet with her spit, and gently led it towards its target. She aimed the knob at the waiting cunt and scored a bull's eye.
"Now, fuck her hard," she yelled. The cock burst open the tender lips and the head entered a few inches into the tight passage. The massive lump of flesh was stretching her quim and it was hurting her. Sharp stabs of pain surged through her young belly as mercilessly he pushed it on further into her cavity.
Mary, being a well-trained young lady, did not cry out as the long, thick organ slipped further into her. In fact, instead of trying to pull away, she thrust her bottom back to meet Peter's cock. He gave one more lunge and "he presot" it was all inside her.
Of course this was not the first prick Mary had received in this part of her anatomy, but it was certainly the largest.
Peter was experiencing a thrill he had never felt before. This was due to the tightness of the young cunt. In some small measure this was, however, counteracted by the wetness of the narrow passage. His cock began moving in and out of her with wonderful precision. The hole was soon greasy and well lubricated, and seemed just made to receive this particular male instrument.
He was really enjoying himself. This was a grand fuck! Mary was feeling ecstatically happy herself, being entirely free from all the old, stupid, conventional inhibitions.
Peter gradually increased his speed, and shortly felt himself approaching his climax. Anne perceived what was happening and said: "Don't ejaculate yet, darling. I want you to do something else with that gorgeous erection of yours before it subsides. Mary has never been bum-fucked. No tool has ever penetrated her virginal arse-hole. It is your task to remedy this sad state of affairs, and both of us desire you to do so."
Mary looked round at him and nodded her acquiescence; but her face registered some of the fright she felt at the thought of the anguish she was going to have to endure. The size of her little rear orifice as compared with Pete's large tool was sufficient to cause any girl alarm, and poor Mary was indeed worried!
However, as these disturbing thoughts passed through her mind, Peter pulled out his weapon from her wet cunt and drew back, waiting for further instructions.
"I am going to prepare the way for you, see. First I will lick her small arsehole. Spit is so much cleaner than vaseline, don't you think?"
Mary had remained in the same obscene position all this time, still poking out her young bottom.
Anne clambered on to the bed between Mary's rear and Peter's erect tool. She bent forward, pulled open her sister's cheeks and exposed her arse-hole. First she moistened all the area around the small hole and then stuck the tip of her tongue inside the opening. She pushed it up as far as she could and then withdrew it.
"That should be ready to accommodate you.
Peter. Now, let me take hold of your cock and guide it in for you."
This she proceeded to do, placing it up against the entrance to the girl's rectum. The tip of his large prick was now exactly opposite poor Mary's arsehole.
Peter pushed as hard as he could. The hole responded and in went his tool. Her cunt had been tight, but this was even tighter. The colossal instrument she had received inside her anus seemed to fill her whole belly. The pain was agonizing.
"Oh! ... oh! ... Ouch! ... you're hurting me ... stop ... don't push any more ... Oh my God! ... Please!" Mary pleaded.
But Peter no longer cared. The sight of the young girl in front of him made him mad with lust.
He gripped her thigh bones fiercely and, ramming in his organ, he pulled her buttocks towards him at the same time.
Now, he was right in. He was up the girl's arse as far as he could go. His whole cock was buried in her rear passage. He pulled in, out and plunged it in again.
The initial pain, Mary had experienced, was dimishing as the channel became more used. Soon she was enjoying her arse-fuck ... her first ever ... but not her last!
Peter and Mary were now completely absorbed in their exciting occupation, each revelling in the delightful sensations and trying to reach their mutual climax and satisfy their camal desires.
Anne watched closely, it was an enthralling sight and she had a first-class view: she found the scene so exhilarating, that her own feelings were stirred.
Her cunt craved immediate attention, and so she started rubbing herself as she watched.
Mary cried out: "Anne, darling, please help me come off. My quim is burning with desire. Cool it down with your mouth and make me have it."
Her sister, only to willing to oblige, lay flat on her back and tucked her head under Mary's throbbing cunt. She took the excited organ eagerly into her mouth. First she licked it and then she opened the outer lips.
She saw the little clitoris, sticking up like a miniature male penis. It was a deep pink and stood out proudly from its bed of hot, wet flesh.
Anne took hold of the sensitive clitty with her mouth and sucked it, rolling it around inside and titillating it with the tip of her tongue.
Peter could hold back no longer. The urge to ejaculate was beyond his control, and he had no wish to resist it even had that been possible.
He felt his balls contract almost to bursting point, the surge of sperm through his throbbing prick, gushing out and shooting deep into Mary's bowels.
This and Anne's stimulant attentions to her cunt brought the younger girl to her own climax. Her come flooded out into Anne's mouth. It was warm and sticky, and had a slightly bitter taste. She found it very pleasant, however, and she was soon busy drinking up every drop of this tasty nectar.
Some of the juice had escaped Anne's avid mouth and flown over her cheeks. Her whole face was wet and sticky with her sister's come.
Peter pulled out his dripping prick from Mary's arse. He perceived that Mary was smiling and looked radiantly happy.
She gave Anne and Pete a grateful look and said:
"Thank you ... that was wonderful. Thank you both. I have never felt so marvellously satisfied before and it's all to you. I love you both so much."
The three of them got dressed and, after a goodnight drink, Peter left. When he reached his flat it was well after midnight. He was feeling rather tired after his busy day.
After their visitor had departed, the two girls went to bed together and after Mary had given Anne the satisfaction she craved, they dozed off and were soon soundly asleep.
Their dreams were for the most part concerning the events just related. So that they woke up next day with their cunts wet and their fingers embedded in each other's fanny.
Meanwhile, Peter lay sleeping peacefully, he had no idea what was in store for him.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was nine o'clock, when Peter woke next morning. He remembered that he was due to travel up to Edinburgh on the night train to attend a company meeting the following day.
He felt tempted to visit Anne's again, but decided against this, as he had some papers to check through relative to the meeting and other business requiring his attention before he left.
So, he contented himself with phoning the girl up and thanking her for the wonderful afternoon and evening. He asked her to give his regards to Mary and pass on his thanks to her, and promised to ring up as soon as he got back to London.
So that evening Peter arrived at Euston, carrying a light suitcase, and duly boarded the train to Edinburgh. He found there had been confusion over his sleeper reservation, but the muddle was soon cleared up, and he was soon installed in a compartment containing the usual double bunks, one on top of the other.
He was pleased to see the compartment was vacant, and as yet there was no one to occupy the second bunk. He was not keen on having a fellow-passenger to share his night's sleep.
Having deposited his belongings, Peter wandered along to the buffet car for coffee and biscuits before turning in. These he collected from the self-service bar and sat down at one of the empty tables.
He ate the biscuits and lit up a cigarette. He did not feel at all sleepy, but he felt bored as he often did when he was alone with no one to talk to.
As he sat contemplating the business ahead of him, he suddenly became aware of a dark-haired woman sat about four tables away. She was looking straight at him.
He could not see her properly, due to the positioning of the lights, but his attention was held by the dark staring eyes. On her head was perched a smart but cheeky little hat. He also noticed that she was wearing a black dress, which showed her beautiful bare white shoulders.
Just as his interest was becoming roused and he was wondering how to contrive to see the lady better, she got up and walked off in the direction of the sleepers. Evidently she was going to bed.
Peter gazed at her trim figure as she walked away from him. He only had a rear view, but noted that the black dress fitted her like a glove. She had a thin waist that widened out into a lovely pair of shapely buttocks. Furthermore she was wearing a pair of dark stockings and black high-heeled shoes.
Instinctively Peter got up and followed her. He allowed her a few seconds start and kept a safe distance behind her.
When she eventually reached the door of her compartment, she took a key out of the small handbag she carried and let herself in. As she entered, Peter caught what he thought was a brief mischievous smile on her face, though she did not turn to look in his direction. He thought perhaps she had been aware of his presence at the end of the corridor.
He moved down the passage to the closed door and was surprised to see it was number 6 ... next to his own, which was number 5.
Peter let himself in next door and, without turning on the light, he sat down on the lower bunk to reflect on the best course of action.
He turned to feel for the light switch at the top of the bed, and suddenly became aware of a faint light visible through the wall of the compartment. He looked closer and found that a small hole had been made in the woodwork.
He put his eye to the hole and looked through. He was looking into the mystery woman's sleeping compartment next door.
At that precise moment she was lifting up her black dress. She pulled it off over her head and disclosed a black bra and black briefs. The latter were moulded to her buttocks as if they were part of her body itself.
Peter hardly dared to breathe. He could hardly believe his good fortune ... his luck' was certainly in tonight!
The woman bent forward, apparently to prepare the lower bunk. In so doing she stuck out her rear as if for Peter's inspection. He observed her full round cheeks under the flimsy black brief?. How he longed to touch it!
Her legs were still sheathed in stockings. But this only served to make the portion of white flesh between the stocking tops and the bottom of her briefs appear whiter.
The woman straightened up, kicked off her shoes and put her hands behind her back to undo her bra straps. Peter saw the bra slip off, but he unfortunately could not get a glimpse of her breasts as her back was towards him.
Then, as if sensing his disappointment, she turned round to reveal her naked bosom to Peter's hungry eyes. He saw with satisfaction that she had large breasts, but not too big. They stuck out proudly from her chest and must have been very firm. The nipples appeared to point upwards a fraction, and around each of them there was an area of dark flesh about the size of a half-crown.
She took the two lovely hillocks in her hands and gently massaged them. Each hand worked round and round in reverse direction, never touching the dainty nipples. These appeared to be growing larger as she continued to massage the luscious flesh around them.
After a while she stopped and started to roll down her briefs. These she quickly peeled off and tossed lightly aside.
Peter got his first view of her pubic hairs. Her bush was dark black but closely cropped, the flesh underneath was clearly visible through the hair.
She still had on her stockings supported by the narrow black girdle, but her cunt was completely exposed, only a couple of feet away from Peter's face.
The girdle and suspenders seemed to frame it and make it more conspicuous. Peter had never seen anything more attractive, so fascinating in fact that he put his own hand down and gripped his prick which was already big and stiff in homage.
The woman turned away. She ran some water and washed her face in the small hand-basin and followed this by cleaning her teeth.
Once again Peter's gaze was concentrated on the beautifully shaped buttocks, which wobbled slightly as she brushed her teeth. They were melon-round and white, and between them ran a central cleft, alas too narrow to allow Peter to see her arse-hole, hidden at the bottom.
How Peter wished he could see it!
When the woman finally finished her ablutions, she rolled down her stockings and pulled them off. Then she removed the girdle, and stood naked. She stretched herself and sat down on the lower bunk opening her legs as she did so.
This enabled him to see her cunt again. It was on the same level as Peter's eyes and he gazed at it fascinated, itching to let his fingers feeling the long slit and caress the short black hair. He dreaded the moment when it would disappear from view, but expected her to put on a nightgown any minute.
But no! To his utter amazement, suddenly, she stood up, put her hands down to her cunt, pulled the flaps apart to reveal a dark red cavern of flesh. She moved to within six inches of the hole in the wall.
Peter just couldn't believe his eyes. The shock made him withdraw his face momentarily. This was an instinctive movement. A second later his eye was back and peering through again.
He could now only see the fanny and the small area of flesh immediately around it.
His lips were dry, and his cock was bulging inside his trousers.
And poor Peter was in for an even greater surprise, but this was to reach his ears, not to be seen visually. The hairy gorge disappeared from view and the hole went dark.
The woman's face was so close it was obscuring the light. She put her mouth close to the aperture and said teasingly: "I know you are there, my peeping Tom!"
She spoke distinctly but quietly. "What do you think of my cunt? Do you like it?" she asked. Without awaiting a reply, she went on: "If you're a man and not a mouse, why don't you come into my compartment? If you will, I'll give you some real entertainment, not just a fucking peep-show. Will you?"
This time she waited for his reply, but the shock of this outburst had made Peter's mouth parched and dry. His lips were frozen in amazement at the strange twist events had taken.
Not so his mind. In a matter of seconds he was out in the corridor and pounding at the woman's door. His heart was thumping with excitement and his prick throbbing at the glorious prospect of making personal contact with that hairy quim.
He did not wait for her to answer his knock, but tried the handle, found the door to be unlocked, and burst in.
She was sat on the upper bunk, her legs open and dangling over the edge. 'That's right, come in and lock the door, then you can take a closer look at what I have for you between my thighs!"
Peter did as he was bid. After making quite sure they were safe from interruption, he moved close to her. His eyes in his standing position were exactly in line with her minge.
With an apparent desire to be as helpful as possible. the woman had pulled open the lips of her cunt. She still had that attractive twinkle in her dark eyes and. as she spoke, there was that suggestion of teasing in her pleasant voice. "If you like what you see. why don't you kiss it? We won't waste time with introductions formal or informal. I think I know what you like ... a good fuck, no doubt ... and you shall have it all in good time, my boy. But first you must kiss my cunt. So get cracking and don't bugger about!"
Peter had no intention of delaying matters. He was experienced enough to know this was an occasion when words were superfluous and quite unnecessary. He merely murmured politely, "As you wish," and fastened his lips to the succulent flesh, being offered to him so temptingly.
He licked and sucked all round the recess and then tongued her clitoris. Then he felt her take his head in her hands and guide it towards her randy cunt.
She held his head so tightly against her. it seemed to Peter that she would have liked to get it all into her vagina and up into her womb, had that been possible. He was enjoying the first taste of her genital, slightly bitter, but so sweet, with tiniest hint of piss in its flavor.
He started by sucking the large organ to taste better her juices, then inserted his tongue into the hot vaginal passage. He proceeded to lick and suck furiously, and could sense his labors were having the effect desired. Her thighs were twitching in surpressed excitement, and her cunt becoming so heated it was almost burning his tongue and lips.
"That is enough, or I shall come," she gasped suddenly, forcing his head away from her private parts. "Please will you take your clothes off now, so I can see what you're made of. I am most anxious to observe how well nature has endowed you. So let's get a view of that cock of yours."
Peter was only too delighted to comply. Quickly he divested himself of all his clothing, throwing everything on the floor including his socks. He was not ashamed of his body and particularly proud of his prick ... he knew it was large enough to make any lady extremely happy.
She watched him attentively all the time he was undressing.
He was pleased to note the look of admiration on her pretty face as he dropped his shorts. His erect prick, firm and virile, vibrated as it was freed. It looked a most threatening and deadly weapon.
"Well ... well ... not so bad," she murmured enthusiastically. "You'd better change places with me and sit up here. I'm dying to get that long dick of yours in my mouth, with your permission of course."
Peter leapt up on to the bunk after helping her down. He sat on the edge, so that his balls would hang over and he would not find himself sitting on them.
The woman was gazing at them. "You do have rather lovely balls," she said, as she cupped them in her right hand. Perhaps they would like to be licked first.
She looked up at him and laughed outright. "I'm sorry we haven't been formerly introduced, but that doesn't prevent me from licking your bollocks, does it, kind sir?" she asked.
Peter laughed and quipped: "I'm not in the habit of having my testicles licked by strangers; but in your case, I shall be delighted to make an exception."
So, without further ado, she bent forward and commenced tonguing his balls. It was some minutes before she had managed to cover all the area of crinkly skin. All the time she held the testicles firmly to prevent them from swinging as she pressed her mouth against them.
Peter was looking down and watching the operation intently. He studied the woman's face. Yes, he thought, she is pretty and there, is something about her expression that would give one the impression that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth ... an air of innocence.
Her lovely, dark hair hung down either side of her face. It was not short, but short enough not to get in the way of the task she was so competently performing.
Peter was getting hot up about this strange woman. So far she had had things all her own way, and he had been content to play second fiddle. He suddenly realized it was about time he took matters into his own hands and acquired the initiative.
The tonguing of his bollocks was also having a distinct effect on him. "Go on, you beautiful bitch, keep licking them," he yelled. Then, after a short silence, he added, 'That's enough of that. Star on my prick now ... Good! ... Take it into your mouth ... No, not just the knob, the whole fucking thing, all of it ... that will act as a most effective gag and stop you talking!"
His prick was now well into the lady's mouth; but Peter, to make sure he had got every inch possible inserted, forced her head down with his hands.
As the remaining inches disappeared from view between her lips, he realized that the head must be half way down her throat. He didn't care if it was! He only knew that from now on he would make her do what he wanted!
Gripping her head firmly, he forced it up and down, making it do the work most women's cunts are made for. This motion, assisted by her fondling of his balls gradually brought him to the point of ejaculation.
He was sorely tempted to let fly and fire his hot spunk down that lovely white throat in her stomach but resisted the impulse at the last moment. He had other things in mind, which still remained undone. He had no wish to shoot his load too soon.
He thrust her face away and jumped down from the bunk.
"Now, down on your back on this lower bunk, you hot bitch," he shouted.
She was quick to obey and was soon in the desired position.
Peter climbed on top of her facing her feet. He had to bend his head forward in this cramped space. He was crouching over her face, leaning forward, with knees bent, rather like an athlete awaiting the starting gun.
His balls were a fraction of an inch away from her face. "What do you see?" he asked.
"Your two lovely balls and the underside of your prick," she replied. "They look bigger and more menacing from here. It really is a heavenly sight. You know, I love you, when you become masterful ... I think right now, I could do anything for you."
Peter was delighted of hear this. He felt his judgment had not let him down, as he had been correct in thinking that, despite her taking the initiative, she had really wanted to be dominated. Now he felt she was his abject slave to command as he willed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Peter moved slightly, bringing his arse directly over the woman's face. "Pull my arse-cheeks open at once," he commanded. "Inside you will see a little hole ... an arse-hole ... a man's arse-hole ... Good ... now stick your nose into my arsehole as far as you can."
The woman obeyed without question. When Peter felt the tip of her nose pressing against his back-passage, he sat on her with all his weight on her face. This forced the nasal organ into his rectum.
"Now open your mouth," he said. "Open it wide ... as wide as you can." His balls were of course immediately above it, and he pushed them gently down into the eager receptacle.
He lifted them out again almost immediately, to let the woman breathe (her nose being completely useless for this purpose at that precise moment).
Peter felt well satisfied with his unusual position. The woman was a slave to his arse and sexual organs like this ... even more so than if he had been on top of her, fucking her. He did not intend to release her just yet. He moved his bottom from side to side, grinding her face against his buttocks and rolling his balls across the innocent-looking mouth.
"Well, you wanted it, and now you're getting it," he said laughing.
Strangely enough, the woman was being sexually aroused by Peter's subjugation and perverted acts. She was rubbing herself with both of her hands with the enthusiasm of a young school-girl, who has just discovered the delights of masturbation.
"Stop that cunt rubbing," he ordered. "Pull open those cunt lips and hold them open!"
When she had carried out his instructions, he bent his head forward and spat all the saliva he had in his mouth into the gaping hole. He could see her clitoris standing up, and he spat on that too, before he started rubbing the small female penis with two fingers.
After a short while, he widened his knees and leaned right forward to take the small stiff protru-berance between his lips. He started to frig it with his tongue.
This was making her mad with desire. When he thought things were reaching flash-point, he stopped and lifted his buttocks off her bruised face.
She took a deep breath of fresh air and whispered: "Please fuck me now. I can't wait any longer for it. Give me your prick, dear, ram your balls against my arse ... put out this fire of lust, raging in my cunt ... please ... I must have it now ... Fuck me! ... Fuck me!"
Peter felt kindly disposed towards her. After all she had done all he had asked, without a murmur of dissent. Anyway, to be honest, his own cock was begging for the chance to explore that lovely cunt.
He swung himself round, aimed the weapon to it's new objective, and plunged it into the deep cavity.
He commenced fucking her good and hard. He knew his prick was wet and probably glistening with her juices. He pulled it nearly out on each stroke and, as he plunged it back, he could feel her cunt sucking it home. His balls slapped hard against her buttocks with every movement.
She began to raise her arse off the bed and lunge upwards to meet his rampant penis.
"My God, this woman can take anything," thought Peter. "I'm fucking the daylights out of her, and she still wants more."
Just as he felt his balls contract, her hands grabbed hold of them and began to squeeze them gently.
This was the straw that breaks the camel's back. He could hold back no longer. His sperm shot out in rapid spurts, penetrating deep into her womb.
She came with him, and shuddered as she reached the wonderful climax, for which she had been craving. Her spasms coincided with his own copious discharge and were greatly accentuated by the feel of the hot spunk pouring into her. Her private parts were drenched with their joint come; and Peter's tool was dripping wet, when he eventually extracted it.
He had had more than his share of fucks since he reached the age of puberty, but this was the most fantastic of them all. He couldn't ever remember enjoying sex so much, or experiencing such a wonderful climax.
They both sat exhausted on the bunk, panting for breathe, but ecstatically happy. For the first time they looked each other in the eyes and smiled, as if to convey there mutual satisfaction and appreciation.
It was Peter who broke the silence. "My name's Peter," he vouched rather lamely. "I'm travelling up to Edinburgh on business."
"Pleased to meet you," she answered, "I am Lady Monica. I live in Scotland ... with my husband. I am just returning home after spending a few days in London."
Peter was looking at her questioningly. He felt that there was something to be explained.
She noticed the rather puzzled expression on his face, and was quick to realize what was bothering him.
"I suppose you're wondering how I knew you were watching me undress, aren't you? Well, you see, I always make a hole in each side of my compartment each time I make one of my frequent trips from Scotland to London. You would be surprised at the adventures that result from this simple expedient, and it's proved highly successful. You see, I have an insatiable cunt, and my sexual desires are such that my husband cannot satisfy them. People notice the holes I make, due to the light filtering through. This arouses their curiosity, and they invariably have to take a peep. As soon as I see or guess that someone is watching, I put on one of my undressing acts to tempt them and arouse their feelings. This always gets them worked up, and so you see the explanation is really quite simple."
Peter had been listening attentively, and could not fail to give the woman full marks for ingenuity. Her story had amazed him, but he saw the logic of it. He was glad fate had decreed he should be one of Lady Monica's neighbours. Lady Luck (or perhaps Lady fuck would be more appropriate) had indeed been kind to him.
Monica suddenly moved towards the other wall, and spoke firmly and yet quietly. "I think I perceive with my little eye another little eye. I don't know who you are; but, if you have been watching, you will have seen much to interest you no doubt. I think sex must have an appeal or you would not still be spying on us. So, my friend, why not introduce yourself. I don't care whether you're man or woman, come round and let's be friendly."
Peter had not visualized this possibility. When she had referred to the second hole, it had still not dawned on him that they might have been putting on a live show for someone else. He wondered if there really was anyone there.
They waited in silence a few minutes, then there was a knock on the door. Monica rose and released the latch. "Come in," she said, throwing the door open.
Outside was a young boy in his pyjamas. He had fair hair and could not have been more than thirteen or fourteen.
CHAPTER SIX
The lad just stood there, blushing, staring at the nude woman beckoning to him to enter.
"Come on in," she said, smiling sweetly at him, "and don't look so embarrassed. We're not, are we Peter?"
He glanced across at me, still sat in my birthday suit on the lower bunk. "Hello, there," I said, grinning.
Our friendly attitude seemed to reassure him and he came in. Monica closed the door behind him and secured the lock.
"Well, well, look who we have here ... such a nice young boy ... how long have you been watching through the spy hole, young man?"
The lad cleared his throat and replied, I ... er ... I ... I've been watching all the time ... ever since you started undressing ... I'm sorry ... I know it was very wrong of me ... but I couldn't help myself ... You see I'm travelling alone and there was no one else in my compartment ... or I wouldn't have dared ... my name is John ... John Davidson...." he managed to stammer.
"It's quite all right," said the woman reassuringly. "It is only natural for a young lad, like you, to be curious and want to learn the facts of life. Tell me, have you ever seen a woman being fucked before?"
"Yes, to be honest, I have," admitted John. "My mummy and Daddy do it. I have watched them through the key-hole in their bedroom door ... but it wasn't nearly so exciting as you and this gentleman were tonight."
"Have you ever fucked a woman yourself?" she asked him.
"Oh, no, I have never had the opportunity. You see I'm still at school and there ... there, there is only boys and masters. Even our meals are served by waiters, and we don't see the female staff in the kitchens."
"Do you play with yourself?" asked Monica, further embarrassing him. John blushed and hesitated. "You know, what I mean. Do you play with your own prick? Do you rub it up and down? Do you make it stiff and wank it till it squirts out all the spunk that young boys have such a plentiful supply of?" she went on.
He plucked up his courage. "Yes I do, I can't help it. So there!" he almost shouted.
Monica smiled. "Well, that's all right. Most boys do. However, now I think the time has come for you to have some practical experience. Tossing one's self off is all right in its way, and may be great fun; but there is a lot more to sex, and a lot more things to do that are far more exciting. Yes, I think you are ready to broaden your outlook on sexual matters, don't you Peter?"
Peter said nothing, but just nodded his head. He was quite content to remain an interested spectator at this stage and was following every word of the conversation, intrigued by the possibilities presented by the situation.
Monica continued: "Now John you do as we tell you, and I can assure you will not regret. You're going to have a lot of fun. First take off your pyjama jacket. Fine! Now pull the cord holding up your trousers and let them drop to the floor. That's right! Now you're as naked as we are and you're one of the party!"
Of course John had a much smaller cock than Peter. As it came into view, it was seen to be semi-erect under the sparse cluster of fair hair, that had only recently started sprouting and was not profuse enough to be termed a bush.
The balls, hanging underneath, were white and hairless. The boy had a good figure, nearly fully developed and smooth skin.
Monica glanced at his organ. "You have a rather attractive prick, young man. Now let me examine your fucking machinery. Would you like me to stroke your cock?" She took hold of it and rubbed it gently. 'There now, how does that feel. Much better than doing it yourself, isn't it?"
She continued stroking it and fondling his balls with the other hand, whilst he looked down and watched.
The prick was quick to respond to this treatment and was rapidly growing bigger and stiffer. The boy was becoming randy, and his self-assurance was increasing.
"Please may I put your darling cock in my mouth, John?" the woman asked. Without waiting for an answer, she proceeded to do so, and sucked it vigorously.
After a few minutes she stopped, looked up at him, and said: "It is not many boys, still at school, who have their cocks sucked by a titled Lady, who has taken tea at Buckingham Palace. Don't you think the dear boy is highly honored, Peter?"
Peter laughed and replied in the affirmative. He was playing idly with his own tool while he looked on. It was already semi-erect again.
Lady Monica picked her black briefs up from the floor and shoved them under John's nose. "Bury your face in these and take a good sniff. You will be able to smell my cunt-juices, mixed with the odor of piss and a little French perfume. I think you will like the aroma."
While he did so, she continued the good work of sucking his prick and teasing his testicles.
When she felt the organ was as rigid as it was likely to get, she took her mouth away and murmured: "Now I think you are ready for your initiation and your first taste of the joys of fucking."
Lady Monica lay down on her back on the lower bunk and Peter made way for her. When she was stretched out comfortably, she opened her legs and said: "Come here, John, sit astride me; you know how to do it. That's fine. Move your cock a little nearer my cunt. Good! I will now pull open the lips to make things easier for you. See ... how's that? Now just push your little pecker into me, dear boy. That's wonderful. Push it in and out. Yes, now you're fucking me, aren't you? That's fine. My! You are learning fast!"
The boy was indeed fucking her with great enthusiasm, and Peter couldn't help thinking that he couldn't have made a better job of it himself. He saw the lad's white prick flashing in and out of Monica's cunt-hole. He was stiff and excited himself and eager for action.
Without saying a word. He climbed up in front of John, facing in the same direction. His knees were either side of the woman's head, and his tool and balls hung immediately over her face. He lowered himself down and guided his burning horn towards her mouth.
Monica, being a very well brought up Lady, and having been to a Swiss finishing school for young ladies, knew exactly what was required of her. Hardly had he climbed on to the bunk, before her mouth was open and ready to receive his cock, welcoming it in as if it were a delicately cooked piece of asparagus.
Lady Monica was now in the happy position of having two pricks fucking her at the same time, one in the cunt and one in the mouth; for Peter used the good lady's mouth as if it were a cunt, pushing his large organ in and out and banging his balls against her chin.
The woman did not mind this rough handling, in fact she welcomed it. Her well-trained mouth knew how to look after a man's cock, and Peter was becoming very worked up, his passions mounting rapidly to the point of no return. His balls exploded and he let fly. His spunk gushed into Lady Monica's hungry mouth. She first savored it as if were a rare delicacy and then greedily swallowed it. As the throbbing sensations diminished and finally petered out, Peter pulled back his prick, leaving only the knob still in her mouth. He gripped the shaft between his thumb and fingers and squeezed it gently to ensure she received the last drop of his warm yellow liquid.
Needless to say, while all this had been transpiring, John had shot his youthful load into the deep recesses of Lady Monica's cunt. He felt highly elated over his first fuck. He had enjoyed it much better than his usual nightly masturbation. He had felt her cunt squeeze his organ, just as he came, rather like a lemon-squeezer extracting his spunk into her ever hungry receptacle.
When John and Peter had finished coming and their balls were temporarily empty, the group broke up. All three of them lay naked on the bunk and relaxed.
The time was then just after three o'clock in the morning. Suddenly Monica nudged Peter and said: "Why don't you come and spend the week-end at my mansion. It is only a few miles out from the town centre."
"But, what about your husband," Peter queried.
"That's all right, my husband and I live our own lives and came to an understanding on these matters years ago, shortly after we got married in fact. But, we're still very fond of each other and enjoy sex together. We even tell one another about our ex-marital relationships and relate our many sexual adventures. So you have no need to worry on that score. Will you come, darling?"
"Sure I'd love to," Peter replied. "I think I can arrange my business affairs to leave the week-end free, as I'm up here for a week or two. Thanks very much for the invite."
Lady Monica then turned to John, who was lying on her other side. "How about you, John?" she asked. "Now you've had a bit of cunt, what do you think of it? Do you like it? If you come, you can have some more and I'll show you a few other tricks as well."
"Yes, please," he hastened to reply. "I'd love to come. I think you are very beautiful and very kind. I was supposed to go on a scouting trip this weekend and my parents won't know I haven't been. I'll come to you instead; it will be much more fun, I'm sure."
The next ten minutes were spent making the final arrangements and everything was settled, subject to Peter telephoning to confirm that he could come.
John returned to his compartment, and Monica stuck a piece of chewing gum over the small hole in the wall on that side.
Peter was in the process of getting dressed; he had just got to the stage of pulling on his trousers over his pants.
The woman had put on a rather regal-looking red dressing gown and stood watching him.
As he was about to fasten up his flies, she said quite unexpectedly: "Please, Peter, before you go, let me give your prick a good-night suck off."
She dropped on her knees, undid the top button holding up his trousers and allowed them to fall round his ankles. She yanked down the pants and exposed once more his genitals.
His tool had shrunk and dangled limply in front of his now partly-filled testicles. She grasped the soft thing and popped it into her mouth. Then she rolled it around slowly, at the same time sucking gently and exciting the knob with her wet tongue.
Gradually it grew to its full size under her skilful manipulation. It lengthened and thickened and hardened into a full erection.
She withdrew her mouth and looked up at him, saying:
"Please Peter, will you push this? divine instrument up my arse! It is over a week now since I had an arse-fuck, would you be so kind?"
She threw off the red robe, and crouched on the floor. She looked like a bitch on heat proffering its behind for mating.
Peter looked at the bare bottom and thought to himself, it isn't often that a man gets offered the arse of a titled lady. He was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth (or a titled bitch in the bottom) , and he was soon positioned behind her round, white, inviting arse.
He speedily contrived to nudge his prick against the dark hole and push it in as hard as he could. The woman was surprised at the force of the onslaught. The rampant penis literally burst its way into her back passage. The large organ filled it and she had no control over her body, which was firmly impaled on Peter's hugh prick.
He began to fuck her in earnest, pulling her buttocks towards him each time he lunged into her. He moved his right hand farther round and played for a while with her cunt, before seeking out her sensitive clitoris. He started to rub the delicate organ to further excite her.
The combined effect on Lady Monica was truly devastating. She acted like someone demented, crazy with lust, screaming: "Fuck me! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck my arse! Frig my cunt! Harder, blast you ... more ... more! God, how it hurts ... but I'm loving it! ... faster ... faster. Your prick is burning my inside ... I want to shit ... but I can't ... Oh! ... Oh! it's wonderful, you fucker!"
Peter ejaculated into Lady Monica just as he felt her come over his hand. She was shaking with passion, and sobbing out loud, so intense had been her orgasm. He withdrew his prick, and allowed her to lick it clean of sperm and shit, which, being a meticulously clean lady, she did without question.
She thanked him for his kindness, and ten minutes later they parted company to get a few hours sleep before arriving at their destination.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Next day Peter phoned to confirm that he would be free to come.
On the Saturday, his business concluded, he packed a bag and took a taxi out to the address given him. It was further out from the city than he had expected, and it was nearly an hour's drive before they got at last at the gates of the estate, situated well out in the country. These were standing wide open and the taxi drove him right up to the front door of the large, elegant mansion.
Peter rang the old-fashioned bell and heard the clanging sounds within. The door was opened by a large colored man, wearing a butler's uniform.
The visitor endeavored to hide his surprise, and said simply: "I am Mr. Peter Martin. I believe Lady Monica is expecting me."
Peter was led through a large entrance-hall, up some wide stairs, along a corridor to one of the guest-rooms.
The butler deposited his bag, saying: "This is your room, sir. Please make yourself comfortable and come down when you are ready. I will tell her Ladyship you have arrived. Dinner is at seven-thirty."
Left on his own, Peter unpacked and took a bath in the adjoining bathroom. He took his time over dressing and it was turned twenty past seven when he descended into the hall.
Lady Monica had heard his footsteps and was advancing to meet him accompanied by a man, whose age Peter estimated to be around sixty.
"Hello, Peter," she greeted him, "glad you were able to come. May I introduce my husband, Sir Hector Prowse, Darling, this is Peter Martin, of whom I was telling you. Peter, you couldn't have timed it better; let's go through into the dinning-room. The meal is just ready, and John is already waiting for us."
Peter shook hands with his host, and they moved through to dinner. John greeted him like an old friend, and they sat down to enjoy the food. There were just the four of them at the table.
The other door into the room opened and a coffee-colored girl, dressed in a maid's uniform, entered with a tray, laden with soup plates and a tur-reen, from which steam was rising. Peter noticed the maid was wearing a mini-skirt. She started serving the hot soup.
"This is my personal maid, Janet," said Monica. "She and Jake, the butler, are the only servants who live in. They occupy a privileged position in our household. After working hours they are more our friends than servants ... or perhaps partners would be the appopriate expression. However you will see ... later."
This strange young woman always seemed to have a flesh surprise up her sleeve and continued to fascinate Peter.
The meal was served by Jake and Janet; it was simple, but very palatable. As Janet leaned well forward to serve the others, Peter could not help looking at her. Above her well-shaped nylons, which sheathed her legs, most of her thighs became visible under the short skirt as she bent her body. He thought how much he would have liked to see further up into the more intimate area.
The flared, black skirt made her lovely legs look like entities on their own, not attached to a human body.
Lady Monica interrupted his thoughts, "Let me explain a few things to you and John. My husband and I have a very satisfactory arrangement, whereby we each pursue our own sex lives, although we still have plenty of fun together with or without guests who we frequently entertain. We each invite who we wish. Jake and Janet usually accompany us after dinner to a large room on the third floor, which extends over the whole house. There we have a little orgy, so to speak. We decided that tonight would be no exception, and I trust you will both be agreeable to join in the fun."
They both expressed their delight and eagerness to participate. After that for the remainder of the meal and during coffee, which was taken afterwards, the party contented themselves with small talk, and the matter was not alluded to again.
When the coffee things had been cleared and they rose from the table, Sir Hector led the party upstairs. Peter and John found themselves ushered into a very large room, covered with a thick red carpet, furnished with several large beds, chairs, tables and other items which they did not at first notice. The walls were all hung with mirrors.
They were still looking round, taking in the unusual scene, when they were joined by Jake and Janet.
"Sit down, Peter and John; make yourselves comfortable. I would like you to witness a little demonstration by our colored friends. I think you will like it," Sir Hector said, motioning them to their seats.
At one end of the room was a curtained stage, on which were placed a large bed and an armchair.
Jake, still wearing his butler's uniform, mounted on to the raised platform and stood sideways to the small audience. Janet followed him and dropped on her knees facing him. She undid his belt, unfastened his trousers, and allowed them to drop, revealing Jake's long straight legs. His pair of white pants were bulging significantly in front of him.
Janet, obviously well experienced in these performances, pulled down the pants to display the man's hugh black genitals to the audience.
On view, there was a colossal pair of black, hairy balls surmounted by an equally gigantic cock, ebony colored and in a state of semierection. It looked like a pliable policeman's truncheon.
The girl quickly took hold of it and started coaxing it with one hand, while the other toyed with the lusty black balls.
The prick grew in size rapidly and stood up. It jutted out from Jake's belly like a massive cannon, dominating the whole room. Janet licked the hairy spheres and then the long shaft, getting her head right underneath it. She worked her tongue slowly along the entire length of the formidable organ and followed this by running her lips up and down till soon the man's genitals were shining as a result of her efforts.
Jake reached down and lifted Janet's mini-skirt to reveal a naked arse.
Monica whispered in Peter's ear, "None of us women wear underclothes at home ... it's too time waisting ... Look! I have nothing on underneath this dress!"
With these words Lady Monica lifted up her skirt and opened her legs. Peter could see her gorgeous cunt. Now she started massaging her organ slowly, while continuing to watch Janet and Jake.
Jake picked Janet up in his huge arms and threw her on her back on the bed. The maid immediately opened her legs wide, waiting for him to fill her gaping hole.
She had not long to wait; he knelt between her legs; positioned his enormous contraption opposite her cunt and shoved it in. Peter was astounded to see that she could take the entire cock inside her vagina. Jake started to fuck her good and proper.
Monica, who had been watching Peter closely, whispered: "You are surprised, aren't you that Janet's quim can take such a large prick?"
She paused and then added, "Well, come a little closer and you will see it sure can." She took Peter and John by the hand and led them on to the stage behind the bed, close to the fucking couple.
Jake was black as darkest Africa and Janet was only light coffee color. The contrast in color was as attractive as it was useful, for it made it easier to distinguish their respective genitals.
When the nigger's tool was immersed in Janet's cunt, his big, black balls rammed against the maid's flesh as though they were trying to force their way in too.
The sight must have been irressitible to such a refined lady as Monica, because she reached out and kneeded Jake's hairy balls. This made him fuck Janet faster, and his onslaught was even fiercer. It was a wonder the bed did not collapse.
Monica now pulled off her dress, and stood stripped naked alongside the panting pair of fornicators.
"Get your clothes off, fellows, and get some action yourselves," she yelled.
Sir Hector, Peter and John were soon all naked; and all three were ready for anything to judge from the state of their cocks.
Lady Monica's face was now only inches above the organs of the fucking couple. She kept feeling Jake's balls and the ebony shaft, as it pulled out of the maid's cunt, only to release it again as it lunged back in to the hilt.
As she had got down on her knees to perform these useful services, her arse was sticking up naked and inviting.
Sir Hector said, "My privilege first, gentlemen." With these words, he pulled his good lady's arse cheeks open and began to stuff his white dick inside her back passage. He had no difficulty in getting it well buried in this much used channel. Many cocks had been there before including his own.
Peter, feeling as randy as hell, could not wait any longer to relieve his excited member. He hesitated a moment or two deciding what to do, then climbed up on the bed in front of Jake, still busily engaged fucking.
Janet, who was lying on her back, with her eyes closed, enjoying being ravished by the large prick, felt him get into position. She opened her eyes, sized up the situation immediately, and opened her mouth to receive the stiff penis being lowered towards it.
She knew only too well what was required of her, and without as much as a "by your leave" Peter pushed his cock home. He was soon fucking her face, raising his bottom and leaning forward to plunge his prick in and out. He looked like a jockey, riding home the Derby winner. Each time the knob reached the entrance to her throat, he could feel her tongue sucking the shaft.
He was looking in the mirror in front of him and watching his own tool pushing its way in and out between the wet lips. Glancing round in the other mirrors, he could see everything else that was going on. Everyone was busy doing something. Even poor John, who was not taking part, was playing with his own tool, wanking it.
The sounds of their labors resounded round the large room, as they panted, grunted, moaned and groaned in the ecstasy of their lude orgy. Suddenly, above the general hubub of noise. Jake yelled at the top of his voice: "I'm coming, baby ... get ready to receive my load, honey ... I sure is coming ... now ... now...."
As the nigger spent up her fanny, Peter let go his own quota of sperm into Janet's eager mouth, and Sir Hector shot his spunk deep into his wife's arse. Only John had not had an orgasm, though he was tossing his prick furiously.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The main participants drew apart, and sat in silence on the edge of the bed. getting their breath back.
Sperm was dribbling out of Janet's cunt, and also a few drops flowed out of her mouth and started running down her chin. These she pushed back between her lips with her fingers and swallowed.
Peter noticed that Sir Hector's tool was now brown with Monica's shit.
Lady Monica, herself, with spunk still oozing out of her arsehole was looking directly at the wanking schoolboy. "Don't rub it off, John, you poor boy," she said. "I'm afraid you've been rather left out of things ... but don't worry ... Janet and I will attend to you, won't we, Janet?"
Then, taking hold of John's small cock, she said, "Poor thing, so stiff and inviting ... what shall we do about it? ... The lovely, darling thing has been badly neglected ... I know ... Come on Janet. Lie down again on your back and open up your cunt. Good, that's fine."
The ever obliging maid did as she was asked.
"Now, John, there is a lovely place to bury your cock. Come on, in you go."
He needed no persuading, and was quickly embedded in the girl's spunky quim. He lay flat on top of her, poking her hard.
"Push your cock in as far as it will go, John, and lie still a minute," Lady Monica ordered. She lay along the bottom of the bed and opened his legs. Her face was above the boy's firm bottom. She prizzed the white cheeks apart and licked all round his tightly-closed arsehole. When it was nearly as well lubricated as Janet's cunt, she raised her head to say: "There, John, I'll bet you've never thought you'd have your botty licked at the same time as you had your prick buried in another woman's cunt. Now, fuck her slowly so I can bum-fuck you. I'm going to stick my tongue in to your little hole ... How's that, my dear? ... Oh! Your arsehole does taste so sweet. It's one of the most delicious ones, I've ever stuck my tongue in. Ah, yes, those cute little balls, let's see if I can work my hand under to play with them."
For five minutes or so John continued shagging the girl in slow motion, while Monica's tongue darted in and out of his arsehole. Then she stopped abruptly and asked: "How does John's prick feel, Janet dear?"
"Indeed, very nice, thank you." the girl replied, "but please let him poke me a little faster now. I can't wait much longer for relief."
"Oh, John, fuck Janet harder now. That's right. Poke her as hard as you can. I'll stick my finger up your arse ... there ... does that feel nice? You will note I always keep the nail short on my arse-fucking finger."
John soon came and so did the maid, who never missed a chance to satisfy her hungry slit. Lady Monica withdrew her finger and shoved it in her own mouth. "Ah! The delicious taste of the secretions from a young man's arse. There is nothing quite like it. Always makes me feel randy. My poor fanny is yearning for the feel of a prick. Who'll help me?"
Sir Hector now assumed command. "Not yet, my darling, first I want to show our friends your beauty and the great capabilities of your lovely body."
He pressed a button, and slowly from the ceiling a special kind of armchair came down. The peculiarity was the fact that, although the chair had solid back and sides, across the bottom, where the seat is normally, there were two straps, running from back to front.
When it was low enough, Lady Monica sat in it. but with her legs hung over the arms. This had the effect of exposing her cunt below.
Sir Hector next raised the whole contraption till the cunt of his dear wife was head high.
Peter could now see by looking up that the weight of her body resting on the straps caused her buttocks to be pulled open, exposing the good lady's arsehole.
Looking at her appraisingly as a connoisseur might regard a priceless object of art, he said: "Now, folks, this little apparatus of mine has been specially designed to expose the two most important parts of a woman's anatomy ... her cunt and her arsehole ... Let us first concentrate on the cunt.
Sir Hector proceeded to open a box which contained artificial pricks of various sizes. He selected a very large one, about the same dimensions as Jake's organ in width, but several inches longer. "I will now push this into Lady Monica's cunt, gentlemen," he went on.
The dildo went in very easily just leaving sticking out some three inches. "Now, please look closely. You see how tightly the vagina walls grip the rubber prick. Please, all of you, feel for yourselves ... like this." Sir Hector pulled at his wife's cunt-lips, which were gripping the dildo and could hardly move them. They looked like a tight and very thick elastic band round a huge pole.
The instrument was hollow and Sir Hector attached a extension which lengthened the prick about a foot. He now began to pull it out and push it in with rapid thrusts ... he was in fact fucking his wife by artificial means. After a while, when he had got her really excited, he stopped, but left the gadget buried in her cunt. He pressed a button at his side and raised the armchair about a foot, so that Lady Monica's arse was level with the top of his head.
He took another artificial cock, about the same size as the first, and shoved it up the good lady's rear passage.
"Now if you examine her in turn, you will see just what a woman, who has been well-trained, can take."
Lady Monica's private parts were stretched wide open, with the two rubber pricks firmly embedded in her body.
After everyone had studied the strange phenomena and prodded her intimate organs, Sir Hector pulled out the two pricks.
The one out of her fanny was wet with her own juices.
He pulled apart the lips of the swollen red cunt and exposed the dark red slimy cavern inside, "stick your fingers up here and feel how smooth and wet a cunt becomes as a result of this treatment."
Peter was the first to accept the offer. He stuck three fingers up the gaping hole and buried them in the deep cavity. When he withdrew them, they were soaking wet with a thick white cream.
John followed his example and had a good feel.
All this was proving too much for the frustrated Monica, who suddenly cried out, "Fuck me, somebody fuck me! I can't wait a minute longer. Fill me with your lovely pricks. Please, please, don't torment me any more. I don't care what you do to me as long as I can feel a man's rod inside me. Stuff your balls in too, for all I care. Please, please, fuck me you bastards! Fuck me, someone, fuck me!"
Lady Monica was mad with desire. She continued to plead and pour out her obscenities, as her husband proceeded to release her from the undignified position in which she had been put.
When she was safely out of the chair, he said sharply, "Now Jake, you lie on the bed on your back. I know what my wife likes! One cock in her cunt, another in her arsehole, a third in her mouth and to be able to play with a fourth ... That's what you'd like, my dear, isn't it?"
Everyone moved simultaneously. Jake was flat on his back, waiting, his magnificent black cock stood up in the air.
"Now, my darling wife, on top of Jake and stuff his great prick up your cunt."
She didn't need asking twice. In a jiffy she was in position, gripping his giant tool and guiding it into her hungry hole, which gave a loud squelching noise as it sucked his organ in.
Sir Hector pushed her back down and turned to summon Peter. "Peter, please push your prick up the ladies bum-hole ... that's right ... as far as you can ... that's fine, my boy." He turned to John, who was standing by expectantly.
"Now you, young fellow, astride Jake and facing Lady Monica, you can sit on his face ... that's right ... now push your cock up into her mouth."
Lady Monica's lips were already open to take the welcome offering and closed firmly on the slender white organ.
Sir Hector, not to be left out in the cold, moved to the side of the bed to proffer his privates for his wife to massage with her hand.
"This is what you like best of all, Monica dear, isn't it?" he said.
Everyone entered into the spirit of the thing and played their own particular part in making the "game" a huge success. Lady Monica was indeed in her element; nothing could have made her happier.
At a given signal from Sir Hector, everybody spent. The excitement was intense, and the bed rocked and creaked as they jerked to and fro, experiencing the wild, throbbing spasms that accompanied their respective orgasms.
One by one the participants drew apart, leaving only the exhausted but satisfied Monica on the large bed. She had rolled off the tall nigger and was now lying flat out on her back, still panting from her exertions. Her body was covered with sperm and sweat.
In all the excitement Janet had been forgotten. She had been watching the proceedings with wide-open eyes, astonished at the fervor shown by her mistress and the four men, but nevertheless not unaware of her own sexual urge. Two of her fingers were masturbating her overheated fanny.
Seeing only her mistress left and noticing the disgusting state she was in, the maid bent over her and started to lick her clean. She began with all the patches of spunk on her face, then sucked up the pools on Lady Monica's chest and stomach. Finally she lapped all round her cunt which was still flooding out Jake's sperm.
The sight of Janet's arse, while she was performing these very necessary ablutions, was too much for Jake, who rammed his still erect tool up her quim from behind and fucked her hard dog-style as she was cleaning up her mistresses dripping cunt.
When they had both come off, all the party sat round and relaxed, highly satisfied with the evening's proceedings.
Sir Hector got some drinks from a cupboard, which opened to reveal a small cocktail bar. He passed them round to all the assembly, for it had indeed been thirsty work.
Then the party broke up and retired to their own rooms. Peter was soon asleep, worn out by his strenuous activities.
CHAPTER NINE
Sunday is often called a day of rest, and it was customary for Sir Hector and Lady Monica to sleep in. They rarely appeared on the scene before noon, and usually had a session in bed before rising.
Their guests, however, often woke early, and the servants were instructed to take them up breakfast on a tray, with the Sunday papers, as soon as they heard any sounds from their rooms.
Peter was awakened by the sound of church bells in the distance. He looked at his watch and saw it was ten o'clock. He got up and fetched his cigarettes and lighter from his jacket pocket, propped up the pillows, and got back into bed.
Ten minutes later, as he was on the point of getting up, there was a knock on the door.
Janet entered, carrying a tray with rolls and butter, toast, marmalade and coffee. This she set down on the table at the side of the bed. She looked neat and trim in her uniform, and it was hard to believe she was the sexy, passionate girl who had given so much pleasure the previous evening.
Like most colored girls, she always seemed to have a smile on her face and Peter liked the girl's happy disposition.
"I had instructions to bring you up breakfast, sir, when I heard you moving about. My master and mistress are sleeping in."
"Fine," said Peter, eyeing her up and down. "How do you feel this morning, Janet?"
"Why not feel me and see," the maid replied coyly, lifting up the hem of her short skirt.
"Come closer then," said Peter, never willing to miss a single opportunity. He put out his fag in the ash tray.
Janet moved over and pulled her dress right up. She had nothing on underneath. She opened her legs, inviting him to feel her fanny. It was part of her duty to be available for the entertainment of visitors on these occasions ... and in Peter's case, it would be a pleasure.
Peter reached out and clasped the mass of dark hair and pulled her even closer. The girl's bush was still wet and he could smell the fragrant aroma of her genitals.
As he sought and found his way between the lips of her cunt, she said, "Ah, so Mr. Peter is feeling naughty too this morning. Has he a nice stiff cock. I wonder?" She turned back the clothes and gazed at the handsome prick, which had found its own way out through the slit in the pyjama trousers, and was standing straight up.
"Dear, dear," she laughed. "The mistress would never forgive me if I didn't do something about that."
She pulled the sheet right back, and undid the solitary button fastening the pyjama bottoms. Peter raised his arse to allow her to remove them. Janet laid them neatly on a chair and proceeded to untie her apron and pull off her dress.
She kicked off her shoes and, clad only in her suspender belt and stockings, she knelt on top of the young man, facing his feet. She leaned forward, her hands on her ankles, manoeuvering her cunt over the erect prick. Twice, as she lowered her bottom, it was brushed aside. Then, at the third attempt, it found its target.
Peter's tool slipped readily in to Janet's well-oiled crack, and she was soon working her bottom up and down, fucking him. In front of her lovely, well-developed tits were swinging like a pendulum. Peter grabbed hold of them by stretching his arms round her dark body. He took the firm young nipples between his thumbs and first fingers and rolled and squeezed them, and periodically pulled them.
It must have hurt her. but she uttered no sound. Her head was tucked well down watching his tool plunging in and out of her cunt and admiring his testicles.
It must have hurt her, but she uttered no sound. Her head was tucked well down watching his tool plunging in and out of her cunt and admiring his testicles.
"How am I doing? Are you nearly there, Mr. Peter," she cried. "I can't hold back much longer, and I don't want to come before you do."
Peter thrust his prick up to meet the descending cunt and hasten his orgasm. "I'm nearly there," he gasped. "Go on, faster, fuck me faster ... oooh! ... ah! ... it's coming ... I'm spunking now ... ooh!"
Janet felt his cock throbbing wildly inside her as her own muscles started dilating and contracting, squeezing his prick and sucking out his sperm. She felt her own juices gushing from their small ducts and rushing to mingle with his spunk. She gave one long sigh of contentment and lay back on top of his body. His organ was still pulsating inside her. Her cunt muscles were still gripping it tight and holding it in.
As the minutes past, she could feel him going soft and limp until finally it slipped out of its wet sheath and hung helplessly over his aching balls.
"Thanks," he murmured somewhat inadequately, "that was just what the doctor ordered."
"No need to thank me; I woke up as randy as hell and I've been cooling my heels waiting for you to stir," she answered, laughing. What now? Shall I run you a bath, while you refresh yourself with a cup of coffee. It must be nearly cold now."
"Yes. I'd love a bath, Janet, now you come to mention it ... but how about you having a bath with me? It's big enough ... and it's lonely in a bathroom, all on one's own."
She smiled and said simply, "If you like." She hurried through to turn on the taps. Peter gulped down have a cup of look-warm coffee, slipped out of his jacket and went through to join her.
The girl was already installed, lying out comfortably, her breasts floating on the surface and bobbing up and down like a couple of yo-yoo.
Janet sat up to make room for him. They were a fine contrast, Peter with his clear white skin and the girl with her brown, chocolate-colored body. They sat facing each other, Peter with his back to the taps.
As Janet started to wash her breasts and cover them with soapy lather, the swirling water caused Peter's tool to bob about like a fisherman's float. Peter was content to sit and watch.
She was a pretty girl, he thought to himself; even with her clothes on, she would give most men a horn ... but nude, she was irresistable. Hell, he thought, I'm getting randy again. His cock was in fact stiffening rapidly and rising. Soon the knob surfaced and looked as ominous as a floating mine.
Janet, felt pleased that her body could have such a devastating effect on the young man. It was very gratifying. "If you will raise your bottom, I will stretch out my legs," she said. "Then, if you sit on them, your nice erection will be clear of the water."
He did as she suggested, and found that only the base of his long shaft was now submerged.
Janet was busy soaping her hands, working up a good lather. "I'm going to soap your prick," she said. "Then I'll roll it gently between my two palms and toss you off. You don't mind if I watch you come, do you? How high will you spunk shoot, I wonder?"
When she was ready, she soaped the stiff tool thoroughly, taking care to work some of the suds underneath the foreskin. Past experience had taught her that this set up a certain amount of friction and irritation to hasten a man's ejaculation and increase his excitement.
Satisfied at last, she placed her flat palms either side of Peter's cock, and started to masturbate him. She rolled the prick between her hands, at the same time moving her wrists to work the tight foreskin, full of suds, back and forward over the swollen knob.
The effects were fantastic! He writhed and groaned in delirious ecstasy. His whole cock burned with the irritation. His foreskin became so overheated, he felt the whole head of his penis to be on fire.
The whole affair only lasted a few seconds and, without any warning, Peter's spunk shot up from the little round hole in a cascade, missing the girl's face by inches. The jet must have shot nearly three feet in the first eruption, and this was followed by a series of smaller, spasmodic spurts of creamy sperm.
Janet watched the event with close interest. It was the first time she had performed this particular exercise herself, though she had had the pleasure of watching her mistress do the same thing to Jake.
Her own appetite was aroused at seeing his glorious ejaculation. "Please change positions," she pleaded. "You stretch out your legs to raise my arse, till my cunt is level with the surface. Then, soap your two frigging-fingers, and delve into my sexy cunt. I love being finger-fucked and the soap will have a similar effect on the tender skin inside."
Peter quickly complied, and felt around for the cake of soap. He held up his soapy fingers for Janet's approval. She nodded her head, and he raised her above the level of the water to insert his digits. He worked them around inside her cunt to cover her vaginal walls with the thick lather.
Then he lowered her cunt just under the water, so she would get a certain amount of the hot liquid up her fanny when he frigged it.
Now all was ready. Janet lay back and relaxed with her eyes closed in eager anticipation. Peter started to finger-fuck her furiously. He pushed his fingers in and out of the happy girl's passage, twisting them round at the same time to further excite her organ.
The operation worked like a charm. Her body was soon jerking about wildly, splashing water over on the floor. She was groaning to herself and muttering obscene words, which were scarcely audible above the lapping of the water and the squelching sound as pockets of air escaped, when he extracted his fingers, and rose to the surface in bubbles. Her breasts were shaking and quivering, and Peter could see her heart pounding under her brown skin. Her legs trembled with excitement and her toes twitched.
She gave one loud gasp, followed by a deep groan, as her muscles gripped Peter's fingers so tight he could no longer move them. He knew she had come. Her face was lit in a radiant smile and her lips curled back to show her perfect set of white teeth. She was breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling with glazed brown eyes.
No one spoke, and it was some time before either of them had sufficient energy to finish washing themselves or think of struggling to get out of thebath. When they did, they dried each other's bodies and went through to the bedroom.
Impulsively Janet took his head in her hands and kissed him passionately, sticking her tongue into his mouth. This was her way of expressing her thanks, and it was far more potent than any words she might have uttered.
Peter clasped her to him, and pushed his own tongue into her accommodating mouth.
Then they dressed and she was gone.
Lunch was a pleasant affair. They talked mainly about the previous evening, and Monica amused them by relating other adventures she had had on her trips to London.
They had barely risen from the table, when Jake appeared to say Peter was wanted on the telephone. He cursed under his breath, and excused himself.
He learned that a business associate had flown up to see him on an urgent matter, that would not wait till his return, and was waiting for him at the airport.
So it was that his weekend was cut short, and he had to order a taxi and leave immediately.
He promised to return the following Saturday, and gave Lady Monica his flat address and phone number. She promised to ring him the very next time she was up in town.
* * *
The following weekend was a great success, but of course there was no John to join in the fun and games.
Peter heard that he had a cracking time the previous Sunday and departed home a much enlightened young man.
Shortly afterwards, on the Thursday to be precise, Peter was southward bound. Life seemed strangely empty and devoid of purpose, as he lay on his bunk, reflecting on Sir Hector and his strange household. He knew he was going to miss the prick-happy Lady Monica and her randy dark-skinned maid, the amazing sight of Jake's black penis, the ingenious contraptions concocted by the inventive baronet himself.
Then suddenly he remembered Anne and her young sister Mary. His face brightened and the outlook became much rosier.
It is foolish to be too cocksure of one's self ... but it is essential to be sure of cock!
