I had been married some years and I was fast losing interest in my wife. She was attractive enough in her way, but I was almost forty and she was in her late thirties. I had never faced up to myself before but I began to realize that I wanted a young girl. But I was committed to my wife and could hardly afford to take a separate establishment. So there did not seem much that I could do. It was then that I hit on the idea of an au-pair girl.
It would have been foolish to go straight to my wife, Nancy, and say that we needed an au-pair girl. She would have been suspicious at once. I worked on the idea for some weeks and did nothing until I thought a suitable opportunity had arisen.
Nancy came out of hospital after a small operation and it was obvious that she was not well enough to run our six-roomed flat in Battersea. It was then that I suggested that in future we ought to have a foreign girl to do the work, or most of it. At first she laughed at the idea. "Oh, I manage quite well and as soon as I'm a bit stronger it will be quite unnecessary. Anyway Margot (that's our fifteen-year-old daughter) helps me quite a lot."
"Well," I said, "I don't agree. This flat is too large for anyone to run, especially as we seem to make use of all the rooms. On top of that, darling, my telephone calls (I worked at home), visits from my clients, parties at weekends all give you extra work. I honestly don't think you can be expected to manage it anymore." I was quite serious about this in one way because the flat was never quite as I should have liked it, and when I entertained I liked everything to be done to perfection from the condition of the silver, the choice and cooking of the food, to the excellence of the wines.
In the end I persuaded her to give the idea a trial.
I got in touch with an agency and said that we had better interview the girls together so that we should both be happy about the choice we made.
The first girl to come for an interview was a short dark Spaniard. I knew at once that she was no use to me: she was a Catholic-indeed the first thing she asked us was where the nearest Catholic Church was!-and, in any case, she was ugly. I left it to my wife to find faults with her and she was soon on her way out.
Then a Finnish girl rang the bell. She was about eighteen and rather pretty. I felt that she might be a good lay and I was prepared to agree to her.
But something she said about having three half-days off per week did not recommend her to Nancy, and that was that.
It was just as well because the next girl we interviewed was an absolute stunner. She was French, about seventeen, slim, small and fair with long hair down to her shoulders. She had strangely enigmatic eyes and the moment I set eyes on her I knew that I had to have this girl.
"How much time off do you want for your studies?" my wife was asking her as I looked down at her lovely legs.
"Oh, it is not so important-I should like to learn the English and perhaps I could go to a class once a week."
"And what does your father do?"
"Oh, he is bar-how do you say it-barreester?"
"A barrister?"
"Yes, but he does not live with me and my mother but outside Paris."
"Oh, I see," my wife said. "And you do not mind housework, getting breakfast and things like that"
"Oh, no, pas du tout, I like to do these things-perhaps I learn about the English way too."
She was prepared to stay for four to six months and would be happy to have one day off and one half-day a week.
My wife turned to me. "I think Michele looks to be the kind of girl we need. What do you think?"
"Well, yes, I think may be ... " I purposely hesitated, "I think maybe your are right." And I looked at her and we exchanged glances that, fortunately, my wife did not see. "Yes, if Mile. Michele wishes to accept the post I am quite willing."
"All right then, that settles it Michele. When do you wish to come to us?"
"Any time. I am free. I can come tomorrow, all right?"
"Yes, then we'll expect you tomorrow in the morning."
* * *
Michele arrived the following day. It was exciting to see all her French luggage being taken to her room. Our flat was built round an L-shaped passage, the main room being along the base of the L, the others, including kitchen, bathroom and lavatories, on either side of the upright. Michele was given the third of the main rooms, the one farthest away from the entrance and in a way the room lest in contact with the others. It overlooked Battersea Park, as did the sitting-room, next to it, and our bedroom which was the first room on entering.
During the afternoon my wife went out to do a little shopping and took Michele with her. I immediately went off to Michele's room to look through her clothes. It was very exciting indeed to handle her lovely underclothes, go through her make-up bag, and look at photographs of her in her bikini. I was soon smelling her scent as I buried my nose in pairs of her panties. I also found, to my surprise, a Dutch cap among her personal belongings. So she was not virgin!
She may not have been a virgin-as I found out later-but she was a very young seventeen, and when I on one occasion took her into a public house she was refused a drink. In her tiny way, with her delicate features, she looked no more than sixteen, and when I eventually sleep with her I though of her as a little girl. It is true that I was later to seduce even younger girls, but I shall always think of Michele as the most wonderful of juveniles even though, in a technical sense, she was "of age."
Well, the days went by, Michele did most of the work she had to do in the mornings and generally worked in her room in the afternoons. I saw her from time to time during the day, but always at dinner in the evenings which she helped to prepare with Nancy. Then she would sometimes spend the rest of the evening with us in the sitting-room, listening to music, talking, or watching television. At other times she would go to my daughter's room, or go out with her to the pictures or a party.
After three or four weeks I seriously began to wonder whether I was going to have any opportunity to "make" her. She never seemed to be alone, or there was always someone in the flat.
But my chance came unexpectedly. Nancy was asked by her mother to stay for a night at Brighton, where she lived, and in the end my daughter decided to accompany her. Would Michele mind being left behind? Not at all, she assured my wife.
My wife trusted me implicitly-after all I had been faithful to her for sixteen years-and she had no reason to suspect my interest in Michele so cleverly had I managed to hide my feelings. And so it was that I was alone in the flat one Saturday afternoon, and would be until the Sunday evening.
I asked her whether she would like to listen to the third program with me as there was to be a concert of Debussy. I knew she liked music as I had heard her listening to concerts on her transistor. But my own specially built radio-gramophone was much better equipped for a serious concert, and the sitting room was particularly comfortable.
She sat relaxedly listening to "Images" and we had just come to the "Iberia" movement when I found her looking straight at me. I was slightly uncomfortable and lowered my glance. Once again I found her looking at me, and once again I was nonplussed.
"You like Debussy?" I was asking her when the work finished.
"Yes, he is one of my favorites?" she spoke the word "favorites" in the French way-"fayvoreet" and I was excited by her accent.
The minutes went by and it seemed almost impossible, without making a direct request to her, to find out whether she would be willing to let me make love to her. Then she said she was going to wash her hair.
Some minutes later she asked if she could come into the sitting room to dry her hair and soon she was lying on the carpet in front of the radiator, her long hair in front of her close to the heat. She was wearing a dressing-gown and underneath a pair of pale blue pajamas.
Eventually her hair was dry and she began to run her hands through it, "I must brush my hair," she said suddenly getting up and then she left the room.
I followed her to her room a few minutes later and asked her whether she would like me to brush her hair for her. This was not so surprising as it may sound as I had noticed that she frequently got my daughter to brush her long, silky fair hair. It seemed that she found it difficult to get the brush through it.
She showed no surprise and said "Yes, if you will."
She sat on a small chair and I stood or half knelt behind her brushing her lovely hair and looking down her dressing-gown where I was just able to see the bulge of her breasts.
Long after it was necessary to go on I was still pulling the brush through her hair. I knew that the time had come to make a move: it was now or never.
I took my chance. Putting down the brush I gently ran my hands through her hair saying something about how lovely it was and then let my hands rest on her neck. She half turned her head round to me, looked up at me with serious eyes and then turned to face forward again. I moved my hands onto her neck and bending down lightly kissed her head.
"You are very beautiful," I said as I withdrew my lips.
"Do you think so?" she asked me. "Very. I have always thought so-since I first saw you."
"Your wife is very beautiful too," she said somberly.
"Yes, yes, she is, but in a different way." And then I bent down and kissing her head for a second or two I drew her face round and up to mine and kissed her gently on the lips. She did not speak or resist and I kept my lips on hers for thirty seconds or so. Then I pulled her up from the chair and she was in my arms. I felt I was close to having this lovely teenager now, my first teenager since I was a boy. Oh, how lovely to be having young flesh again.
She did not immediately respond to me and seemed almost to draw away from my grasp. I let her go and, as if nothing had happened, walked over to her divan, my arm linked in hers. As I sat or half lay on the bed I pulled her with me and she was lying cupped in one of my arms, as innocently as if we were father and daughter.
I waited and my lust began to be roused. It was too much for me to hold her in this way and I turned towards her so that I was looking down into her face as I slipped my arm from under her and brought my legs close to hers.
Then I bent down and kissed her, pushing my tongue into my mouth at the first opportunity. And then she put her arms round me and kissed me back passionately.
"Shall I take my clothes off?" she suddenly asked me innocently.
"I'd like you to if you wish."
Without any further ado she slipped off the dressing gown, pulled off the top of her pajamas and then pushed the trousers down her legs. She lay naked on the bed in front of me ...
She had a lovely small body, beautifully moulded, all in fine proportion, with wide-ish pelvis, well-formed breasts, slim long legs and an olive skin. Her lovely fair hair was splayed out on all sides as she looked at me through black eyelashes.
"Well ... " I began, somewhat at a loss to find myself so suddenly in this position, a young girl wanting me.
"Well," she repeated. "Do you like me? And what about your wife?"
"Can we forget my wife please. But I can tell you I have never been unfaithful to her before. She must not know, of course. There is no reason why she should ... "
The girl was silent and she looked at me waiting. . .
"I think you had better get into bed, love," I was saying to her. "I'll go back to my room and undress and join you in a minute." I left her, undressed, cleaned my teeth and put a couple of rubbers in my dressing-gown pocket should they be absolutely necessary. Then I returned to her room.
I threw off my gown and in a minute I was lying at her side holding her naked young body close to mine as my penis slowly grew to its full size.
Well, I was going to make the best of my first teenager. There was no hurry. I kissed her lips gently and then moved my mouth over her neck and breasts, stopping to suck her young shapely breasts, biting tentatively at her nipples. She ought my prick and was soon gently massaging both my prick and my balls. Back to her mouth and then with my hand I fondled her breasts, her stomach and her lovely shapely thighs. I was almost ready to touch her sacred genitals ... I would ask her about contraceptives as I did so. . .
My hand was touching the lips of her slit as I spoke. "Do you wear a Dutch cap or anything?" I said.
"Dutch cap?" she asked. "Oh, yes, I have the diaphragm. Is that what you mean."
"Yes, will you put it in."
"It is in."
I was astonished. I had seen the diaphragm in her room a week or two before. Surely she did not have two? And, if not, when had she inserted it?
"You put it in already, yes?"
"Yes. This evening."
Now I understood. She must have expected me to seduce her! Presumably she had put it in when she had returned to her room to brush her hair, or, just possibly, when I had gone to my room to undress.
I slid my finger into the triangle of her girlish slit and found her small bud. I touched it lightly and carefully. She began to moan her delight as massaged it gently, while at the same time I continued to suck her left nipple which was now quite a size. Her body began to writhe rhythmically as I sucked and fondled her, and I could hear her breathing quickening. My prick pressed against her right thigh now and I moved it gently in an up-and-down rhythm against her leg. Now I began to grip her body and take it to me. She was small and petite and she seemed very small in my arms. My sense of domination was overpowering and though she was seventeen she seemed just like a child except for her sexual response. She sought my lips and we were tight in each other's arms as I moved over her and found my prick between her legs. Then taking it in my right hand I guided it to her vagina. Oh, what a joy it was to feel the touch of her vaginal flesh, the innocent flesh of her seventeen years! It was like an electric shock as my knob touched her wet membrane. In the entrance there was the resistance the wonderful resistance-of her smallness against my large prick and I had to push hard to enter an inch or so. As I took her under the shoulders and forced my legs against the bed my prick moved into her, still meeting considerable resistance. But this was good and hugely stimulating, though it seemed to be a little painful for Michele.
And then I was deep inside her young body, my prick in her almost virginal passage up to the hilt. She kissed me passionately pulling my head down to hers and clinging to my neck and shoulders.
After a while I began to fuck her. The more I did so the more my lust was aroused. I soon began to forget my tenderness to her. My lust for a young girl had overpowered me and I was ramming my cock into her ruthlessly, my hands now under her buttocks, my nails digging into her small, boyish cheeks, my lips biting her neck and throat.
Then I felt her climax approaching as she began to shake and writhe in my grip. My prick was throbbing, my genitals heavy with desire, and soon the urgency of the tension was such that I knew I could, withdrew it slowly and breathed deeply to hold off my orgasm, but it was no use I had to come. So with three or four short, sharp jabs with my prick deep inside her, I suddenly came and as I did so she cried out her joy. We were coming together and I could feel her vagina gripping and contracting my prick as I spunked into her, sent my semen deep into her body.
"Oh, my love," I said to her as I completed my orgasm.
"Darling," she said. "Can we be lovers?"
"Yes, of course. We shall have to plan things carefully. But we'll find all kinds of opportunities if you really want me."
"I have had one boy-friend in France. If I had not I would be virgin. I am sorry I am not a virgin for you ... "
"Oh, I knew you were not I am glad you have had only one boy. You are just like a virgin. I love you ... "
"Can I use your word 'fuck'? " she asked me smiling.
"Yes, it is a good word, use it."
"Then fuck me again, please!"
And with that I was soon hard enough to penetrate her young girlish body again and within a few minutes I was fucking her teenage body as it had never been fucked before.
TWO
I fucked Michele many, many times and I always enjoyed her; but I was beginning to desire someone younger, preferably a girl still at school. I could not easily see how I could arrange this as there was always my wife, or my daughter or Michele at home. But when they went off for a week-end to Petersfield, I decided to act quickly.
I had noticed that a number of schoolgirls crossed the park in the afternoon on their way back from the local High School, and I had taken particular notice of one girl, a small, dark-haired child with expressive eyes, in particular. Could I persuade her to come back to the flat?
I waited on the Friday afternoon and I saw her coming along on her own about twenty yards ahead of two others from the same school.
She wore a gym-slip, white stockings and black shoes: every inch a schoolgirl. I felt certain she would be wearing the blue panties that generally matched up with a gym-slip of that color. As she approached I smiled at her and took the risk of speaking to her.
"I don't know whether you're in a hurry, but if you are not I'd like to speak to you," I ventured feeling rather foolish as I said it
You would have been amazed if you had seen how she responded. She looked at me with a rather knowing look and said "I'm in no hurry, what do you want?"
"Well we can't stand here, just walk along with me," I said as the other girls approached.
I turned in another direction and began to stroll as unconcernedly as I could manage, the girl at my side.
When we got onto one of the quieter paths I said that I had noticed her once or twice and would like her to come back to my flat
"But how can you ask me-a schoolgirl to come to your flat? What about your family, your neighbors?"
"Is that your only objection?"
"Yes. I've been with men before. I like old men."
Old men. I must say I wasn't exactly flattered, but from her point of view I suppose I was really ancient
"Do you mean to say you have-you have had relations with men?"
"Oh I haven't been to bed with them, but they've played with me."
"Would you like me to 'play' with you then?" I asked her as I began to get excited at the thought of her.
"Yes."
"All right, come on, we'll go to my flat. It's just over the way. I'll go ahead, you follow."
When we reached Prince of Wales Drive I crossed first and entered the block where our flat was on the ground floor. I opened the door and waited just inside. She came across a minute or so later, saw the open door and walked in as I beckoned to her. I don't think anyone had noticed her.
I took her to our bedroom and asked her if she would like anything.
"No, just play with me," she said, her eyes searching mine.
"Well, get on the bed then."
She jumped on the bed, danced up and down a few times and then lay on her back with her legs apart, showing her knees and the lower part of her thighs.
I got on the bed and took her in my arms and began to kiss her gently. She responded at once and soon her tongue was deep in my mouth, the tip feeling for my tongue and teeth. It was terribly exciting to have such a young girl in one's arms, especially one dressed in a gym-slip. And on my own wife's bed!
I felt her breasts through the gym-slip and then moved my hand down to her legs. As I went on kissing her I gradually moved my hand under the gym-slip until I came to her panties.
I began to fondle her thighs and ran my hand over her panties, sometimes inserting my finger for a second or two under the elastic of each leg. She was really lovely, and my cock was throbbing with the excitement of touching her young body. I knew that I would have to come soon.
I began to pull of her panties and as they came down her legs I saw her dark pubic hair and almost hairless slit When I had pulled them off, I at once began to touch her genitals and soon had inserted a finger between the two outer lips to find her clitoris. This I began to rub vigorously. She could scarcely contain her excitement and began shouting "harder, go on, harder!" I was terribly excited by now and pulled out my prick and got on top of her. But she immediately said: "No, no, you must not fuck me, I have never been fucked!"
I desisted because I remembered she said that men had only played with her and she had obviously not meant that they had fucked her. I would have to be patient. So I got off her body and bent down and kissed her genitals, searching with my tongue for her vaginal entrance. Soon I was sucking up and down her slit as she wriggled and writhed as I brought on her climax.
Then I lay at her side and asked her to "play" with me, showing her how to move the prepuce back and forth over the knob of my prick. She went to it with a will, kissing me as she did so, and within a minute or two my semen was splashing over my clothes.
We relaxed for a time and then I asked her if she would take off all her clothes.
"If you promise not to fuck me I will," She spoke quietly and firmly with the assurance of a woman of mature years. It occurred to me that in one way she was extremely innocent. How could she stop me if I insisted? I thought
Anyway I agreed.
She undid the belt of her gym-slip and pulled it over her head. All she had on was a suspender belt to keep her white stockings and a white bra. This she took off at once and I saw her girlish breasts for the first time. They were shapely, though not large and I thought I would just be able to get one in my mouth. Then she had her suspender belt off and pushed her stockings down her legs.
I had a naked and defenseless sixteen-year-old on the bed in front of me.
I rapidly undressed and I stood at the side of the bed so that she could look at my dark, hairy body, with my prick jutting from a mass of black pubic hair. I must have been a rather frightening animal for a sixteen-year-old girl, but she seemed to like it. She pulled me down on top of her and kissed me. "Promise you won't try to fuck me, but you can do anything else," she whispered.
"But why can't I fuck you?" I asked.
"I don't want to be fucked yet. I just don't. I don't want to lose my virginity. But perhaps if I decide to let anyone fuck me I'll let you do it. You are kind to me. I like you."
I decided it would be better to get her used to the idea gradually. Anyway I could fondle her vagina, push my fingers into it, and probably prepare her for the day when I would fuck her. My finger was already probing her slit and I soon found that I could insert only one finger into her vagina So I began to work on it and gradually tried to insert a second one. Gradually I dilated her membrane a little and thought that if I could see her another two or three times she might be ready both physically and psychologically to be fucked by me.
I kissed her on the lips and fondled her body as I moved my prick up and down between her thighs. Then suddenly I came, splashing the semen against her slit. But she did not seem to mind and after I had completed my orgasm I carefully wiped the semen away from her slit and from her legs.
We lay in each other's arms for a while but soon I was ready for her again. This time I explained to her about the sixty-nine position. I told her that I would suck her while she sucked me. She liked the idea and soon I was on top of her, my prick in her mouth, my mouth on her genitals. I don't know how long we lay in this position. It must have been an hour. I sucked her cunt lips, played with the cheeks of her bottom, probed her vagina with my tongue, sucked her clitoris and even her anus as she slowly worked on my prick with her mouth while using her hands from time to time on my testicles. It was the most exciting experience of my life.
She had to go and I watched her dress with affection in my eyes. "Will you be able to come again when I ask you?"
"Of course. But what about your wife?"
"Well, I shan't ask you when she's here, but I may do so when the au-pair is here. We might have some fun together."
"How old is the au-pair?"
"Seventeen and she's French. You'll like her."
"Do you fuck her?" She seemed to be slightly jealous.
"Yes. She-likes it."
She was silent and walked towards the hall. "All right then, I'll come next time you ask me in the Park. Good-bye."
"Good-bye, Jove. But one thing. I don't even know your name."
"Julie."
"Well, Good-bye, Julie." And she was gone.
THREE
I still had the week-end ahead of me without Michele so I began to think if there was any other way in which I could get hold of a young girl. I now had an insatiable taste for them...
I decided to go to a coffee bar frequented by younger girls in the King's Road. I had been there about twenty minutes when a Chinese girl of great beauty came in alone. There were a few places to choose from but she sat down at my table and ordered a coffee.
I began to talk to her at first off-handedly, giving the impression that I was quite disinterested. But I had looked at her very closely and felt very excited at the though that one day I might have a young Chinese girl.
I gathered that she was a student, but not quite so young as I had hoped. She was eighteen. Still eighteen wasn't bad. There was plenty of time for younger ones later I thought. An eighteen-year-old girl is not to be sneeze at, especially if she's Chinese.
So I talked to her about music, politics, London, the weather and everything under the sun. She was impressed win my knowledge of China and Chinese politics, that was obvious. Now I ought to press home my advantage, I thought.
"Well, I have to go soon. Which way do you go?" I ventured to ask her.
"I live at World's end," she said simply.
"I'm going that way. May I walk along with you?"
"Yes," she said looking at me with her frank and open eyes.
By the time we had reached Oakley Street I had persuaded her to have a drink with me at a pub on the Embakment She had two or three whiskies and I felt that she was becoming a little more uninhibited. I took her to another pub and by the time they closed she was enjoying herself and obviously feeling quite gay.
When we left the pub I walked over the bridge to Prince of Wales Drive, saying nothing about where we were going. On the way I held her hand for a while and she seemed to regard it as quite natural.
When we reached my flat I suggested that she should come in for a coffee. She was intrigued by the music, books and paintings in my sitting-room and she was soon sitting curled up in front of the fire glancing through my record sleeves.
After coffee I suggested that she should sit on the divan with me and when she came over I placed my arm round her. Then I began to stroke her thick black hair, taking off her glass as I did so. Then I looked into her lovely, short-sighted eyes and I knew that she was not going to resist me in the end.
"Let's go to the bedroom," I said to her abruptly.
"To the bedroom." She smiled and got up from the divan.
I pushed her on to the bed and was lying on top of her clothed body kissing her violently before she knew what was happening. Then I pushed my hands up her long thin legs to feel her thighs. She was panting and breathing hurriedly as I went on fondling her legs, occasionally touching the crotch of her panties.
"Do you want me?" she suddenly asked.
"That's what I thought if you'd agree to it."
"Well, I've never had anyone before, so..."
This was certainly one for the books! A Chinese virgin! God I was suddenly lusting after her yellow body with her strangely shaped eyes and black hair and I wanted to see her black pubic hair. I unzipped her dress and found her naked except for bra and panties. I pulled off he bra to find she had small, flat breasts, but when I took off her panties, I had compensation in looking on her black bush and the thick hairy cunt lips. At once I pushed my finger into her cunt and began to dilate her as much as I could with the use of one and then two fingers. It must have hurt her for she began to cry gently but soon I had ruptured the membrane in my eager brutality and, throwing off my clothes, I got between her legs.
She looked at me with her lovely enigmatic Chinese eyes, questioning me, I felt, about contraceptives.
"I shall come out of you and put something on later," I reassured her and with that I pushed my erect prick against her cunthole. It was hard work but eventually I made some progress and got the head about half an inch into her virginal hole. Then I began to press with all my force as I held her tightly against me by the buttocks. Very soon I was deep inside her as she cried with the pain of her ruptured and violated hymen.
So I was in a Chinese cunt at last and better still that of an eighteen-year-old virgin, the first virgin I had fucked for years. I determined to make the most of it
I kissed her pale lips and she began to respond to my advances. She clung to me, searched my eyes, and kissed me passionately. I worked in and out of her with slow deliberate strokes, gradually dilating her membranes. And slowly I was able to penetrate without much difficulty, enjoying the grip of her contracting membrane.
I was almost about to come in her and only just pulled out in time. I put on one of those skins that are sold in America: they are wet and pull on like a glove. You scarcely know you are wearing anything. Then I re-inserted my prick and began to fuck her in earnest. Soon she was crying out in her own language, raising her slim body to meet my thrusts and kissing and gripping me with all her passion.
"It is lovely," she began to say, whispering in my ear. "It is lovely with you." And then I came in her, spunking into the rubber just regretting that it could not be into her virginal body. I seemed to send jet after jet of spunk into her and soon we lay exhausted in each other's arms. The rubber was full to bursting when I later removed it.
* * *
That was truly a week-end. When my family and Michele returned on Sunday night I crept to Michele's room after my wife had gone to bed and I fucked her for more than an hour. So within three days I had had three lovely teenagers, sixteen, seventeen and eighteen if you count my "playing" with Julie as having her properly.
Early on Monday morning my wife turned to me and pulled her soft, fleshy body towards me. I must admit it was a welcome change after the slim girlish bodies of the previous days and I was soon sinking my prick into her luscious and waiting cunt. Within a few minutes I Was sending my spunk into her as I gripped her fat haunches and dug my teeth into her fleshy nipples.
Still I was now looking forward to many, many more teenage conquests. I knew that I was going to take big risks when I went below sixteen, but that's what I fully intended.
But first I had had an idea about my daughter. I had noticed that she was rather fond of touching me and I though it might be worth while taking a chance with her. She was fifteen. If I won her confidence, perhaps she would assist me in bringing young girls to the flat that also passed through my mind.
The following evening I was talking to her in her own room when I suddenly put my arms about her and kissed her on the lips.
"Daddy, oh, daddy," she gasped. But made no attempt to take her lips away. So I pushed her on the bed and with my weight on top of her I kissed her lustfully and passionately.
I knew in another few minutes that she would let me do anything I wanted with her.
FOUR
My wife was at the theatre and I went to my daughter's room. Sylvia was lying on her bed reading.
'Take off your clothes love," I said to her simply. "I'd like to get into bed with you naked."
She showed little surprise and began to undress in front of me. She took off her skirt to show her lovely girlish thighs and legs, then her blouse to reveal that she wore only a pair of panties. "Keep them on for a while," I said. I threw off my clothes and got into bed and took her to me.
She kissed me and began to fondle my prick. "I want you to play with it and suck it, Sylvia. Would you like to?"
"Goody, yes." And with that I lay on my back while she twisted round to take my prick in her mouth. It made me jerk with sheer delight as I felt my daughter's lips moving over my knob. Then she fondled my balls tenderly and finally took her tongue the full length of my shaft five or six times. By now I was kneading her breasts which were handing from her young body and soon I had pulled her on top of me so that I could have her breast in my mouth.
For some time I sucked at her young nipples and then she asked if she could have my cock inside her.
"Well I think it will hurt the first time," I said, but you can try. I still lay on my back and she got astride me, lowering her body onto my weapon. The head came up against her slit and she cleverly manipulated it so that the head was directed correctly into her. Then she let her weight fall on it. At first it wouldn't go into her, but she insisted on moving her cunt up and down on the knob and it was not more than minutes before the hymen was ruptured and she sank her vagina onto me.
Well, she was a virgin indeed and I wanted to take her as effectively as I could. So I made her lie on her back, her arms up-stretched, her legs wide apart. Then I got between her legs and rammed my prick into her.
What a thrill it is to fuck one's own daughter! Apart from the fact that she was a teenager, only fifteen, a virgin and attractive, the girl under me was my daughter and my prick was deep inside her, my lips met hers, and I put my hands up to find hers so that she lay as if crucified.
I fucked her all right! I was not going to miss this chance. I forced my prick as deep into her as
I could each time I moved into her body, then brought it down her passage slowly, and rammed it back to her cervix. I could feel the contractions high up her vagina as she was stimulated by my activity, and soon she was regularly releasing and gripping the head of my prick in her wet. girlish membranes doing it for the first time in her life.
I was close to coming and I decided that I would have to come out of her so that I could put on a rubber. I pulled out and took from my pocket one of those American skins I have referred to and pulled it on to my wet prick. Then I pushed my organ back into her virginal body and began to fuck her in real earnest.
She squirmed and wriggled with ecstasy as she felt my prick working up and down her vaginal passage, her own climax rapidly approaching. I now placed my hands under her buttocks, found her anus with one of my fingers and probed it gently as I simultaneously dug my nails into the cheeks of her bottom. Then I brought my lips to her left nipple and began to ram my prick into her innocent body with renewed violence. Then in a moment we were coming together in a shattering orgasm shuddering and shaking together as she lifted her body to meet mine at the precise moment of release.
Sylvia lay back exhausted. Then she asked me whether I had slept with Michele. I confessed to her that I had and she told me she had half suspected it.
And then she suggested that I should spend a night with both her and Michele one time when my wife was away! I said that I would happily do so if she would not be jealous of Michele...
* * *
My wife, Nancy, was to spend a week-end with her mother at the end of the month, and though Sylvia would normally have gone with her this time, as planned, she stayed behind. So we arranged to have a party. I asked a schoolmaster friend of mine who, I had a fairly good idea, had a penchant for small girls. One might say he had a "lolita complex" as, perhaps, I had myself.
I was in two minds about asking a third friend of mine, an African diplomat from one of the smaller embassies: in the end I decided it would add color to the proceedings.
Michele asked a girl friend of hers that had come to London, and I got hold of Julie and the Chinese girl, whose name was Yenli. It occurred to me that if Julie saw the other girls of about her own age indulging in intercourse she might agree to it too. But I was determined to have her myself before any of the others.
So the party was made up of my school-master friend, Colin, the African, whose name was Ngomo, Julie, Michele, Yenli and my daughter.
I managed to contact Julie on her way home from school and she said she would come to the party the next night.
By eight o'clock everyone had turned up and the girls were enjoying themselves dancing with my friends..
About nine o'clock I suggested that we played a quiz game with penalties the penalty being that anyone who failed to answer two questions in succession had to take off an article of clothing. The girls all seemed quite willing, thinking it was rather a joke. Julie had come to the party, as I had asked her in her school-clothes, and I noticed that the African could scarcely take his eyes off her.
We agreed to take a quiz book and to answer the questions in turn.
The first person to lose an article was the schoolmaster as he got caught on the name of the capital of on obscure African state. Shortly after that Yenli could not complete a well-known Shakespeare quotation, and then Julie did not know the name of Kennedy's assassin.
The game went swingingly for about half an hour but nobody had reached a stage of embarrassment as far as undressing was concerned. But then my daughter had a bad run of questions and suddenly she was taking off her dress (having already taken off her shoes and stockings) and we saw her standing there in nothing but her bra and panties.
As the game continued I noticed that Colin was occasionally leaning in her direction and, as if accidentally, touching her naked back. Then it was the African's turn. Whether it was deliberate or not, he could not answer a simple question and a recent pop song and he was having to take off his vest, leaving him with only a pair of white briefs. The girls looked at his lovely ebony body and I could see that Julie cast a surreptitious glance from time to time at the slight bulge in his pants. So far he was not erect but the mere size of his genitals made the pants hang visibly.
I was still wearing my shirt, pants and vest, but then I failed in two questions and was in the same state as Ngomo. We were both trembling lest we should be the first to have to strip completely. But it was to be one of the girls Julie. She had gone down on three questions and with her bra and blue panties as her only garments she was asked the name of the longest river in the world. She stumbled and then plumped for the Nile. She had lost and we waited for her to take off her bra.
The men looked at her lustfully as she took off her bra and her small but well-shaped breasts fell from her. Colin began to breathe more rapidly and I could see that he was very excited at the presence of an almost naked school girl. Indeed we were all getting tense and I did not know just when the bubble would burst.
Then Julie's turn came again, and she failed. She did not say anything for a moment but looked shyly at me.
"Well, Julie, I'm afraid you are the first to undress completely . . "
She stood up and very slowly slipped her panties from her young body and there she stood in her innocent nakedness with three pairs of male eyes lasciviously seeking for her slit, The game continued amid an atmosphere of tension and soon my daughter was naked too. Then it was the turn of the African. The girls obviously waited with mixed feelings as he took off his white pants to reveal his very thick pubic hair and then his enormous hanging cock and balls. Even flaccid it must have been some six or seven inches in length. I heard my daughter stifle a cry and saw Michele spellbound in curiosity. He sat down next to the naked Julie and soon I could see that his naked body was touching hers.
Soon we were all naked and we sat in a circle nervously chatting and laughing as Yenli sat down after revealing her yellow body to the others.
"What game shall we play now?" asked Colin eager to carry the sex play a bit further if he could manage it.
"Well, we could invent a game," I suggested. "What about the quiz continuing. Failure to answer a question involves a forfeit, to answer two questions a larger forfeit and so on..."
"But what forfeit?" asked Michele quietly.
"Suppose we only put questions to the girls," I went on. "If a question is not answered the man who asks it is allowed to kiss her something like that."
"And if she does not answer two questions?"
"Oh then he goes a bit further. I don't know. Do you agree, girls?"
There was not a lot of enthusiasm for the idea but there were no objections. So the game began with the rules rather ill-defined. We would have to make them as we went along.
Colin asked the first question and Julie answered it. Then it was my turn to ask Yenli and she answered successfully. Then Ngomo turned to Michele: "What's the capital of Sierra Leone?" And she could not answer. So he was entitled to kiss her and to ask a second question. He asked the question first and she survived. So he went over to her and putting his arms round her he pulled her to him and kissed her lips, keeping them pressed against his for more than a minute. At the end I noticed as he released her that his prick was hardening with excitement.
Then Julie went down on three successive questions to Colin much to my annoyance.
"Well, what's the forfeit?" he asked, looking round and smiling at Julie.
"Quite serious, I think," I said laughingly. "I think she'll have to let you lie on the sofa with her for, say, five minutes. Do you agree?" The suggestion was hailed with delight. I think everyone was getting over-tense and wanted something to happen.
So Julie went over and lay on the sofa and Colin went over and got on it at her side. Then he turned over to look at her and taking her in his arms he kissed her as his leg went between hers. Now things were taking a new turn. In a minute if he was irresponsible he would be putting his prick into her and she might react and want to leave. Moreover, if she was going to lose her virginity I wanted it to be at my bidding.
We more or less crowded round as Colin began to fondle her breasts and then he bent down to suck her left nipple. The African was thoroughly roused now and I went over to turn out all the lights barring a small reading lamp in the corner of the room. I thought he would be less embarrassed if the light were dim as his prick was now jutting harshly from his body. But I imagine that by now Colin's would be hard too, so it would not be long before we would all be quite aware of the sexual desires of the men at least
Five minutes! I suddenly called and Colin, playing the game fairly, got up from the girl who was moaning slightly as he did so. His cock was fully erect and my daughter and Yenli were looking at him with excitement in their eyes.
Now the questions were invariably not answered. The girls seemed to want to be taken to the couch, but put up the pretence of trying to avoid such a fate by answering an occasional question correctly. Also they could lose to the man of their choice. The next girl to go to the couch was my daughter, taken by the African.
I felt a little uncomfortable, but also thoroughly sexually roused as I saw her under his body, his prick, I guessed, close to her vagina. But he kissed her with his averted lips, fondled her breasts and then brought his tongue down to her pubic hair. He was beginning to feel between her thighs when his time was up...
Then I got the Chinese girl. I kissed her and played with her ears and neck, not wishing to carry things too far at this time. I knew that the girls were slowly getting roused to a point of no return and there was no point in hurrying things too much. In any case I was saving myself for Julie should the opportunity occur and I was determined to make it occur.
Apparently it was tacitly understood that no one should attempt sexual intercourse in the allotted five minutes. I think the other two men were waiting for a lead from me a lead that would carry the game a stage further when it would be agreed that intercourse should be allowed.
I was thinking of a way of taking the game this extra stage further when the African this who was fondling Julie's cunt, suddenly said: "I want to fuck you" and his voice was harsh with lust.
Luckily his time was up and we almost pulled him off the child.
I suggested that we had a rest and that Michele should make some coffee. My daughter went out with her to the kitchen and Yenli left, presumably to go to the restroom. We were alone with Julie and it was obvious that all three of us wanted her. We could hardly refrain from touching her.
She was rather quiet but laughed at our jokes as we sat on the pile of cushions on and surrounding all sides of the divan. I was near her feet and took one of her feet in my hands, playing gently with her toes. The African had taken one of her hands and he was holding it close to his side, while Colin was playing with her splayed-out hair. It was a vary inflammable situation and it was a bit of a relief when the other girls returned with the coffee...
"Well," I said "What next? Any ideas for a new game?"
"I should like it to be more fulfilling," ventured Colin.
"Fulfilling? In what way?" Yenli asked him, her eyes showing that she knew very well what he meant.
"Well, we are all excited ... I think we should go further."
"Let's vote a secret ballot shall we?" I put forward.
"Secret ballot for what?" asked the African.
"Secret vote whether we should go any further" I said.
"O.K." said Michele.
"I'm willing," said Colin, and with that I got up and found seven pieces of paper, handing one to each person present." Do you all have something to write with?" I then asked and when this point was settled I gave what I thought were the right instructions.
"If you put 'Yes' it means you agree to well, to anything; if 'No', then you don't. Fold your paper and I'll shuffle them before opening them so we shan't knew who has said 'No' if there is anybody. That person will, however, be able to refuse when his or her turn comes. O.K.? "
This was probably a bit illogical but it occurred to me that if one of the girls said 'No' at this stage, she might change her mind a bit later on.
I collected the answers and then began to open them. "Yes, yes, yes, no, yes, yes, yes," I called out. "Then someone is not so sure"-and of course I guessed it was Julie.
"All right then. Nearly all of us agree that we should play a game that leads to our doing anything we wish sexually. I think that's the meaning of the ballot. Now we three men are much older than you girls and we have to take care of you. If any girl here is not wearing a contraceptive, the man must use one. Is that understood? There are a dozen or two in the top drawer of the sideboard. O.K.? Now let's invent a new game, yes?"
"Yes," said the African looking with lust in his eyes at Julie and then at Michele.
Colin then proposed the spinning a bottle game that I had once played in Yugoslavia. Someone spun a bottle, he explained. The person it pointed to provided it was someone of the opposite sex had to spend five minutes with that person. If the same two persons got together for a third five minutes, an extra fifteen minutes was allowed and, in this case, he suggested, "they should fuck."
There was a silence in the room. The tension due to the possibility that in a few minutes one of the girls would have to be fucked by one of the men was obvious. Three older men and four teenagers...
The game was agreed to. It occurred to me that we should not know who had cast a negative vote until the person in question got the same man (or girl) three times.
I got a wine bottle and spun it. It pointed to Colin. He spun it and it pointed to Michele. So he was to "neck" with her for five minutes, and his score in her direction was one up.
He took her to the divan and we watched while he pulled her naked body to his. As he kissed her it was obvious at once that he was thoroughly roused and his prick was soon erect and hard. He half lay on top of her, kissing her lips, then her breasts and fingering her slit She was moaning her delight when their time was up ... I myself had been roused by watching him lying on her and kissing and feeling her body and my prick jutted rigidly from my body. The African too was now fully rigid and his prick standing from his black pubic bush must have stupefied the girls with its size and thickness.
The bottle spun by Colin pointed to me. I spun it and it was pointing at Julie. I took her to the divan and immediately bent down and kissed her slit. I opened her legs as the others stood over the divan and then brought my tongue to her clitoris. She shivered and her body began to writhe to my rhythmic lickings. My prick was beginning to throb and I knew that I would be able to come if I had another minute or two. But the clock beat me to it.
Everyone was in a highly emotional and sexually aroused state by now, and I think everyone was waiting for the explosion of the first act of intercourse.
It was my turn to take the bottle and I spun it towards Michele. She was back on the bed again within five minutes or so, and I was able to carry one where Colin had left off. I kissed her lips and felt for her slit and then decided to try to rub myself off against her body. As I kissed her I moved rhythmically against her but five minutes was not quite long enough ...
I spun again and the bottle pointed to Ugomo. He picked it up, twirled it and it went towards my daughter.
He was on top of her in a lash forcing her lips back as he pressed his on to hers and felt her breasts and legs. He was moving his huge prick rapidly and would certainly have made it if he had another minute ...
He spun it again and missed. It pointed to Colin. Colin then got Julie again and in a flash he had dragged her to the divan. Now she was in danger if he got her again. She lay passively on the bed as he felt her thighs, parted them and bent down to kiss her slit. Then he sung round and finding her slit with his mouth, sought her vagina with his tongue. He was preparing her in the hope that he would get her next time. . .
The bottle spun towards me and I twirled it in the direction of Yenli. This was her first time on the divan and I kissed her Chinese lips sensuously, feeling her cunt as I did so. I knew there was no time to. come and I had decided that I would wait until I actually "won" one of the girls. Then it was the African who got Michele again, and she was now on the "danger list." My daughter then had the African on the bed, and I had Yenli again. So she would be in danger with me next time. But it was Julie who was to be "won" first. Colin spun at his next turn and he got the young teenager. Little did he know that she was a virgin.
I did not know what she would do, but I was prepared to support her if she said she would not go through with it.
"Well," he said, looking at her, "that's it then. You willing?"
"Yes," she said in a faint voice, looking at me as she spoke.
"Wearing anything?" he asked her.
"No, no, I'm a virgin ... "
Colin looked excited and took her in his arms. "I'll take care of you love. As soon as I'm ready I'll put something on. But first I'll try to make it easier for us."
He put her down on the divan and we all stood excitedly as he went about his task. His prick was already erect and menacing. He took her slit and began to work his fingers on her clitoris, and then probed her cunt. It was a wonderful sight to see the young schoolgirl being taken by the headmaster of a local school some thirty years older than herself. We all were thoroughly roused and could scarcely wait for the turn to come to us.
He probed her for four or five minutes and she was visibly excited by what he did to her. Then he asked me for a rubber sheath. I produced one and he pulled it onto his large, throbbing prick. Now the time had come for Julie to lose her virglnity. My big regret that it was not I who was to take it. I fondled my prick as I saw him part her legs and bend down to guide his prick to her vagina. He touched it with the knob but obviously met with resistance. He lowered more of his body and weight onto her but she began to cry out with pain. Then he began to force it against her, guiding it into her cunt. But he could not get it to advance another tenth of an inch. Sweating all over he clung to her as he thrust his body against her hymen, but without avail. He was beginning to pant and breath harshly with" his lust when I had to tell him that his time was up.
So she had escaped! She might yet be mine. She seemed very quiet for the next, few minutes and I was not sure how she had reacted to his rough treatment of her.
We resumed the game after a rest and in the end it was the African who won the next round. He was to have Michele.
"You want me to wear something, eh?"
"No, I am prepared," she told him.
He was going to waste no time. He had seen that the fifteen minutes had been insufficient for Colin and he was determined not to miss his chance. He put the girl on the divan and gloated over her, his huge prick jutting from his ebony body. Then he took her legs, parted them wide, made her bend her knees, and then got between her legs.
He placed his prick at the entrance to her vagina, seemed to find that it entered the opening fairly easily, and lowered his body onto hers. As she clasped his body with her legs he sank his massive cock deep into her youthful body, groaning with lust as he did so. He bent over her like some bird of prey, taking her head in his hands and kissing her lips as he held her face firmly in his grip. Then he was moving the huge prick down her vagina before seeming to ram it home with all his force. Soon his flanks moved up and down as he slammed his tool into her body like a piston. She cried out once or twice with pain, but soon her body moved in his rhythm and they writhed together in the joy of their approaching orgasms.
Suddenly she began to call on him to fuck her. "Fuck me!" she spoke in her lovely French accent, "Fuck me, you black man, fuck me. Push your big prick into me, hurt me you black pig."
And he replied in her own language. "I am fucking you teenager, pushing my black prick into your white body, violating you, you French bitch." .
He rammed it home time and again and she writhed in pain, agony and ecstasy, and then came in a shattering orgasm as he too sent his viscid and acrid spunk deep into her womb ...
The game was resumed. By this time Colin and I were in an overwrought state. But it was to be me next time and my victim-Julie.
She took me in her arms as if she was ready for me, and after pushing my fingers into her a dozen times or so I bent down, wearing a rubber sheath covered with a lubricant, and pushed my prick towards her vagina. I felt the head meet resistance, but I managed to force it beyond the opening and then suddenly, as if her hymen had suddenly ruptured, I slid into her. "Oh, darling," she whispered, despite the presence of the others, "oh, darling."
I was fucking her now, the sixteen-year-old virgin. Fucking the girl I had wanted most of all. I kissed and fondled her breasts before finally getting down to the act of really fucking her. Then we had twelve glorious minutes in which I rammed my prick into her virginal hole seventy or eighty times until I suddenly came in a huge throbbing climax of delight and wonder, the girl under me writhing and squirming to hers.
* * *
Later that night the African had my daughter, and Colin had Yenli and Michele. .
It was suggested that we should have a completely free orgy but I resisted this idea. I think the whole evening's enjoyment had been heightened by the rules we had made, and we planned to have another evening in the fairly near future.
When they had all left I went to Michele's room and suggested that we invite my daughter. Then the three of us lay naked in the bed together, myself in the middle. I was feeling tired and not very active so I asked the girls to make love to me. Soon Michele was kissing my lips while Sylvia took my prick in her hands and masturbated me gently.
When I eventually came, Sylvia took my prick in her mouth and swallowed my hot, acrid spunk with a delight that suggested complete sexual maturity.
The following night I decided to have a change. My Lolita complex had been temporarily satisfied and I was now waiting with great anticipations of another night with the four girls, and even looking forward to finding another girl to join us, perhaps one a year younger even than Sylvia.
I decided that I would indulge in one of my idiosyncrasies. Not something I wanted to do very often, mind you. But something that I had considered for a long time, hankered after, but never actually put to the test ...
FIVE
You may be unable to understand why I should want to go to bed with something unbeautiful and almost monstrous when I share with you a love for juveniles-and, as you have seen, I was successful with them. But there may be some strange connection. Consider for a moment the defenselessness as a young girl. Of course there is nothing of the same sweetness, the same innocence necessarily. But if I tell you about Electra you may understand me. Anyway I am telling you about a phase of my life and that included my seeking out Electra ...
I saw her struggling with her crutches on South Kensington station. She was pretty but had that strained look that all such people seem to share. She obviously had no love or sex in her life and I don't suppose she ever gave it a thought. Who would want her anyway?
When I saw her my immediate reactions was to assist her because I felt a duty to do. Then I felt pity for her. But as I spoke to her, helping her onto the train, I realized that I had another darker motive. I did not reveal it but I wanted to whisper to her "Can I fuck you?"
So I saw her again and managed on some sort of pretext to get her telephone number. And when I had got this I had phone her and said I would like to see her one day. She had been very surprised but she had assented and I said I would telephone her when I was able to make it-Then I had a feeling of revulsion from what I intended to do and made no further move until the weekend I am now telling you about. I phoned and arranged to see her at her flat at Putney on Sunday afternoon.
When I arrived she greeted me wanly as she struggled with her crutches, and told me to sit down while she made tea. She was obviously curious as to my interest in her, but I don't think she had any inkling of the real reason for my visit.
I came to the point brutally. "Look, Electra," I said, "I am curious about you. What you look like when you are naked." I saw the pain across her face and I want you to let me make love to you like that. I am telling you frankly that I desire you for some morbid reason, but I also like you as a person and I may give you pleasure. Will you agree to let me?" I bowed my head and hardly dared to look at her.
She was silent for a long time. And then she spoke.
"I do not understand you. Perhaps you are mad. But my life is a lonely one and I have had only one affair in my life. It was before I lost my legs in the accident I told you about. I do not really care anymore now. If you wish you can make love to me. I will go to my bedroom and undress and I will call when I am ready."
In my wildest dreams I had never expected such a think to happen. I was terribly excited. I was entering a forbidden land, doing something monstrous, associating with something monstrous, and I knew that I was perverted to want her.
I could hardly wait for her to call me. When she did I rushed into her room and saw her lying back on the pillows, her body covered by the bedclothes.
I undressed slowly, looking at her as I did so. And then the moment came to get into the bed with her. . .
I shall never forget that moment. I moved to the side of the bed and pulled back the clothes sufficiently for me to get in beside her. I carefully avoided putting my legs in such a position that I would have touched hers had they been here. I lay at a slight diagonal towards her and took her in my arms and kissed her mouth. I found her at once truly exciting. And then slowly I began to feel her body. She had rather attractive breasts and I sucked her large nipples for a time before I moved the clothes down so that the beginnings of her pubic hair just appeared. Then I stroked her pubic hair and moved my finger very slowly down to her slit.
Then the moment came when I felt her slit and my hand reaching out on either side knew that there was nothing there!
Oh, what ghastly feelings had actuated my desire to have this torso? I could contain myself no longer and I threw back, the bedclothes to see the most horrible sight of my life. She had two amputated stumps, no more than two or three inches long. All I could see was a black-haired slit and on either side the serrated ends of the legs were they had been amputated ... The sight was horrible but it drove me to a frenzy of lust and I was pushing my prick into her slit before I knew what I was doing, and in a minute I was lying on her torso, my thighs against her stumps ...
Filled with a mad lust I began to fuck her with all my power, ruthlessly using what remained of her body, cruelly fucking her as I gripped her by the cheeks of her bottom and clung to her like a sack.
Soon she was murmuring in my ear her love for me and I was beside myself with frenzy. Then I was suddenly sending my spunk into her body ... and disgust immediately began to overtake me.
I stayed to do it again to her and this time I kissed her slit before I entered her. As I kissed her my eyes strated to the broken off stumps of her legs and I was filled with a strange mixture of lust and nausea ...
When I calmed down I reflected on the evening and I knew that I would come to her again. I have said before that something of her defenselessness appealed to me, as well as her monstrousness, and it was this that made a strange appeal to me. Perhaps you think I am mad. At least I do not pretend I went to Electra out of compassion, but the strange thing is that long after I gave up desiring teenager girls (and below teenager) I went on seeing Electra.
But I shall resume my story. Though I had resented the way Colin "won" Julie first, I must say he was to repay me amply. You will see why in the next chapter.
SIX
Colin, headmaster of Sillington Comprehensive School, told me that he would repay my generosity in asking him to the party with my daughter, Yenli, Julie and Michele.
He was accustomed to receiving pupils who had misbehaved in his study each day at four o'clock. He told me, of course, that it was strictly forbidden to use corporal punishment, least of all on the girls, but he had evolved a useful way of getting some sexual pleasure from some of the erring teenagers-where he was certain that they would rather be punished than their parents.
I was told to be at the school one day at four o'clock. It was a Wednesday and most of the pupils would be having sports and were, therefore, not expected at home till five or five thirty.
When I arrived there were about eight children standing in single file outside Colin's office.
I was admitted and he told me that he was going, where necessary, to say that I was an inspector from the Ministry.
The first pupil was a boy of seventeen and Colin dealt with him summarily. Then came a young girl of about fifteen. She was tall and attractive and well-formed for her age. She had obviously gone some way past puberty and gave the impression of being less than innocent.
"Mavis," he said, "I'm afraid your behavior today with Miss Whittle was wholly to be deplored. I am inclined to send a report to your father and to reserve the right to punish you here by keeping you in on half-days for the rest of the term. But the Inspector here is willing to administer punishment if you are agreeable, and provided you remain discreet."
She remained silent for a time and then said, "Please do not tell my father, please, sir."
"That is well. So you prefer the Inspector to punish you and get it over with."
"Yes," Mavis said quietly.
"Well, will you come back here at four-thirty?"
With that she went and Colin then ran through the rest of the miscreants. One other girl he selected for the same treatment and she agreed to receive the "Inspector's" punishment. She was asked to come to Colin's study on Friday at four.
* * *
Mavis knocked at the door sharp on four-thirty.
"Now Mavis, the Inspector is not only concerned with punishment. He wants to find out what sort of girl you are and he is going to ask you some rather intimate questions. I want you to answer him frankly. You need not be shy or afraid."
The lovely girl smiled slightly as she looked at me and waited for me to begin.
"Well, Mavis," I said. "I hear that you have been seen out with a large number of boyfriends. Is that true?"
"No, sir, not really. I do go out sometimes with one or two of the boys from the school."
"I see." I paused to think out the next move. "Well, I suppose it is true that you are not a virgin then."
The girl blushed and looked down. "N-no, I am a virgin."
"Well, that conflicts with what we hear. Are you prepared to let us examine you? I think this matter should be cleared up if we are to help you."
She remained rooted to the floor and said nothing.
"Well?"
"If you insist and if you do not tell my parents I will let you examine me."
"All right, come over here." The door had been locked and though we were taking a terrible risk we were both determined to go through with it now. She stood in front of us in her gym-slip, white girdle, black silk stockings and black shoes.
Colin lifted her gym-slip and she stood there in front of us with her blue gym-panties exposed to our gaze. I took hold of the top of the panties and pulled them slowly down her legs, touching her legs as much as I dared as I did so. When they fell to the floor I put my fingers on her silky pubic hair and moved my finger down to her slit. I was breathing harshly with lust by this time and I trembled as I sought for her cunt.
Then my finger went into her cunt and I knew that it was unlikely that she had ever been fucked, though it was almost possible for me to get two fingers into her. I was terribly excited and I lightly touched her clitoris for a few seconds as I withdrew my fingers. I could hear her panting and she wriggled slightly to my touch.
"Now, headmaster, you had better check, too."
Colin handed me the gymslip to hold up and he probed her slit with his fingers, leaving his fingers on her clitoris much longer than was necessary for such an examination. Then he plunged two fingers into her cunt, moved them up and down a few times and withdrew them.
"Yes, Mavis, I think you have spoken the truth. And I am sure the inspector does. I think if you will now accept six strokes from each of us we can say you have done your punishment. Do, you agree?"
"Yes, sir, I agree," Mavis said, a little surprised. "Bend over that chair!"
She bent over and I pulled her gymslip up over her back to reveal her lovely buttocks, the suspenders running from her suspender belt to the back of her stockings. Colin then brought his hand down on her bottom gently, and kept it there briefly. The second time he kept it on her bottom an instant longer and soon he was almost caressing her. We noticed that her legs had opened perceptible wider and by the time it was my turn to chastise her I was able to bring my fingers into contact with her slit. It was now obvious that she was roused and able and ready for us.
On my sixth stroke I hit her a little harder and then put my fingers into her now wet slit. "I'm sorry I hit you a little harder that time, but I think you'll find this soothing ... do you?"
"Yes, yes," she panted. And then I began to rub my fingers up and down her slit pushing them into her vagina every now and again. "Perhaps you would like to lie down on the couch, you would find it more comfortable, I think" Colin said.
And we walked with her to the couch where we placed her on her back. I pushed the gym-slip up over her hips and began to fondle her clitoris, gradually rubbing it vigorously. She began to wriggle as I did so and faint moans escaped from her lips.
Soon the girl was uncontrollably writhing her body and in a few minutes she was crying out as she reached her climax and her secretions bathed my hand.
"Did you like that?" I asked her.
"Oh, yes, yes, I did," she said pantingly.
"Well, look, would you like to come to a special party on Saturday. But you must promise not to tell anyone where you are going. If you come I will give you something more exciting than that."
She said that she would love to come and we gave her my address. We were taking shocking risks, but I suppose we felt that it was her word against the two of us if the worst came to the worst. So Mavis was to join the other girls at our next party!
On Friday the other girl came into the study at the appointed time and we listened to her as she tried to explain how she had been caught in the cloakroom with one of the boys.
"But you were actually in the boys' cloakroom, weren't you Angela?" said Colin.
The fourteen-year-old looked at him guiltily. "Yes, yes, but ... "
"All right. You were there. And I understand that you have let him do something to you that you shouldn't. Isn't that so?" Colin's shot in the dark went home. She blushed and stammered but in the end admitted it
"And you realize the seriousness of your offense. I think I may have to expel you. But I'll discuss it with the Inspector for a few minutes."
He bent towards me and whispered that he was going to risk suggesting that we fucked her. It was dangerous stuff but it might work in the circumstances.
"Well, we will be frank with you. You ought to be expelled, but if you will give us both a little taste of the pleasure you gave Eric Holmes, we shall say no more about it."
Her eyes lit up and she smiled almost unbelievingly. "You mean that? Then of course I agree?"
"Then please come to my house in about fifteen minutes," the Headmaster said. "Ring the front door bell."
"Yes, sir," said Angela, excitement in her voice.
Angela arrived on time and we took her to the sitting-room which had a large divan along one side of it.
"Now we'd like you to take off your clothes, Angela."
She stood there and began to undress. She seemed a little shy but she soon took off her shoes, undid the clips of her suspender belt so that her stockings were free to slip off, and then she took off her gym-slip. As she stood briefly in her bra and panties I was almost beside myself with lust. A fourteen-year-old and we were going to have her ...
Then she took off her bra to reveal exceptionally large breasts for a girl of her age. After that-her panties and she was naked in front of us!
Colin said I could have her first. I undressed with alacrity and went over to the child and kissed her. She took me to her and pressed her breasts against my body. Then we walked over to the divan.
"Lie down, Angela," I told her. And she lay back on the cushions, her legs wide apart, waiting for me.
I was large and eager, my prick was throbbing at the thought of fucking a fourteen-year old and I could hardly wait to get my prick into her. I got between her legs and poised my prick to enter her. Then, taking it in my hand, I guided it into her cunt. Oh, the joy of that moment! Oh, the excitement I felt as my prick touched that pristine flesh, that innocent girlish flesh! And I took her in my arms and sank my mouth onto hers, tasting her sweet breath and saliva as my prick went deep inside her right to the very hilt.
I fucked her with all my power, fucked her as she cried and screamed her delight, fucked her with a new urgency as I felt the young, unused and unsullied flesh underneath me. Then at the very last moment I withdrew from her and sent the spunk splutering over her stomach.
And now she was in the arms of the Headmaster, her now violated cunt at his mercy as he rammed himself into her and fucked her with a savagery I had never seen him resort to before ...
SEVEN
I had a taste for the sophisticated as well and when I was asked to a party at the Dorchester a couple of days later I was glad to accept. I knew that some very attractive girl would be there and I had no objection to someone a bit older and more sophisticated for a change.
That's why I made a bee-line for Ariadne Fenton when I saw her across the room. She was a striking girl of about twenty, tallish, dark, with luminous and enigmatic eyes, and perhaps the loveliest legs I had ever seen. She wore a blue dress, fitting her like a sheath, and the most elegant shoes to match-but pretty little else as far as I could see.
She agreed to take me back to her flat for a drink.
I must say I was excited at the prospect of having her. She was not a girl who easily went to bed and was reputed to have had only one or two affairs at the most. It would be a triumph in more ways than one if I could seduce her.
Eventually she said I could take her to bed. When we got there she slowly began to undress and I watched fascinated as she slipped off the close-fitting dress to reval her expansive foundation garments.
She was wearing what is known as an evening corselette. It is a combined brassiere, and corset that runs smoothly down from the breasts and fits tightly over the hips and clings to the tops of the thighs. From the thighs there are four white silk ribbons fitted with claps for the stockings. It really is a most sexy garment. You just want to take a woman in your arms that wears a thing like that and fuck her with it on, pushing your cock against its lower edge ...
But I did want the elegant and lovely Ariadne naked this time and I asked her if I could unzip the corselette for her ...
I suppose I must have a fetish for women's underwear, ranging from teenager panties to the sophisticated elegance of Ariadne's type of corselette. The other day I fucked a girl wearing the loveliest of lace bras with a contour band, and a panty which fits tightly from the waist to an inch or so down the thighs, matching the bra.
Then there's the girl who wears a mere flimsy cotton bra, a suspender belt, and the briefest of panties, often of bri-nylon. If I get a chance I always plunge my nose into the crutch of a girl's panties to enjoy the smell of her sweat and sex. I knew a man once who collected the panties of famous women and he went to no end of lengths to bribe maids and other to obtain the garments in an unclean condition for him. His greatest triumph was a pair of panties worn once by Greta Garbo. More recently he paid about $50 for a pair of briefs used by Brigitte Bardot. I should say there's money in the idea if someone could organize it on a proper basis!
As I was saving I unzipped Ariadne and she stood naked in front of me. She was a triumph of female beauty. Round shoulders running down to lovely arms and a full pair of breasts, topped by large nipples set in brown aureoles, and then a slim waist running out to fine curvaceous hips and buttocks, slendering down to her lovely thighs-thighs perhaps a trifle fatter than perfect proportions demand but perfect sexually.
Her breasts touched my now naked body and that meant I was six or seven inches away from her elsewhere, but my prick reached across to touch her tummy.
I took her and kissed her luscious, rather full lips, and then arm in arm we walked to the bed. She asked me how I wanted her and I suggested that I lay on my back and she rode me. I got on my back and closing my legs she sat astride me and lowered her vagina onto my erect prick. Then she leant forward so that I could take her breasts in my hands. Now she moved her body up and down on my prick and soon I pulled her to me so that I caught the scent of her hair and found her lovely lips. We fucked like this for a while but as I felt my orgasm coming near I wanted to be on top.
I faced her down on the bed and, opening her legs, felt for her slit with my fingers and then edged my body towards her, guiding my prick into her cunt. It is always more difficult to get into a women from behind unless she bends dog fashion. But Ariadne was lying flat as I wanted her. Then I took her under the arms to obtain the maximum "purchase" on her and, my lips against her neck, I began to fuck her. I could smell her lovely hair and body as I breathed into her neck and pulled myself deep inside her. Then she half turned and our lips met. I was soon carried away in my lust for her and I felt the heavy build-up of desire in my genitals. So I began to go up and down her more rapidly, stopping for a while to delay my orgasm, then finally unable to control myself any long, ramming home my prick in six or seven sharp jerky prods. This brought my spunk jerking from my body as she lifted her butt to meet my final thrust.
* * *
I was preparing the next party which was to be attended by all the girls including the two new girls from Colin's school. I felt that perhaps more men should be invited and I thought very seriously about this before coming to a decision. In the end I chose an old business friend of mine, a man about sixty. It would add a certain variety to the scene and give him a pleasure he would never other wise experience. In addition I asked an enormous publican friend of mine, a man of about seventeen stones in weight. It would be rather thrilling to see him fucking a fourteen-year-old girl!
How were we to organize the party. I do not think there is much fun if one indulges in a mere orgy, anyone fucking everyone eke just as they please. It is much more tantalizing if you do not know what to expect!
In the end I had no particular ideas ready for the party and decided to wait to see what happened.
The day eventually came and by eight o'clock all the girls had arrived, including Mavis and fourteen-year-old Angela.
My African friend had an idea to begin the evening with. A game he had played in Lagos. One of the girls, she could volunteer, or lost could be drawn, had to undress and all the men present were to lick her body. The idea was simply to rouse the men and excite at least one of the girls. It seemed quite an exciting idea and I asked for a volunteer. Mavis put her hand up with alacrity.
Well, Mavis was a virgin as far as we knew and a lovely one at that. She had a rather plump figure for her size and age and I was keen to get to her thighs. She undressed and lay on the divan, legs wide open, breasts jutting up like volcanoes. The men, said Ugomo, were to draw cards for precedence, and immediately George the publican drew an unbeatable ace. He was in a seventh heaven, and had never expected such a thing as a naked fifteen-year-old for him to lick. He went over, still clothed, and bent his head down between the girls thighs, soon finding her slit with his large tongue. My old business-friend Peter was next and he unhesitatingly went for one of her breasts. Then the African took another breast, and Colin, to my surprise, took her thighs so far as he could with George's head buried in the girl's cunt. I was amazed that no one had gone for her mouth. It gave me great pleasure to look into her eyes and see her response to the various men licking the diverse parts of her body. But I felt that I was closest to her and she certainly gave me her lips and mouth willingly. After a few minutes all the men were roused as their bulging trousers revealed and it was time to move onto something a bit more substantial.
But the girls then suggested that a man should be treated in the same way and this received general assent. I was the lucky one. I undressed rapidly and lay back on the divan, my prick rapidly hardening at the prospect of being licked by my daughter, Julie, Michele, Yenli, Mavis and Angela! They too drew lots and Mavis was first. She at once went for my prick and began to lick it sensuously. Then came Yenli who sought my lips, then my daughter who found she could suck my balls despite. Mavis' attentions. Michele took a nipple as did poor Angela. I was almost mad with desire as the six teenager girls licked my body, especially at the way Mavis was working my prick between her lips and teeth. In a few minutes I was on the point of orgasm, and I was suddenly spunking into Mavis's mouth to her obvious surprise.
The party was now beginning to get under weigh and I could see that Mavis and Michele were mad for a man. But as I said before I wanted to avoid a mere orgy. We decided on an elaborate game to decide which girl should be fucked first and by which man.
First of all the choice of the girl. They were all to be blindfolded. When this was done one of the men had to kiss them all in turn. And then they had to write down who they thought it was. The girl who won was the girl to be fucked-if she wished. When they were blindfold I indicated Peter to kiss them. He went down the line kissing them avidly, but not touching them in any other way. When the girls gave their answers it was Mavis who got it right!
So she wanted to be fucked and she was smiling all over her face as she got on to the bed.
Now who was to be the man to fuck her as I knew we all desired to? I suggested a quiz game but this was rejected and it was decided that cards should be used. The first man to draw an ace and king should have her. And it was the massive George!
I must admit I had some misgivings about this. He was a pretty ugly brute and yet he was taking the centre of the scene. He took off his clothes to reveal an enormous white body with a bulging stomach and huge thick prick jutting from a body covered with black hair. He weighed as I said about seventeen stone and his prick must have been ten inches long and almost two inches in diameter. The girl looked apprehensive as he went over to the divan and got on it at her side. He pushed his fat hands between her girlish legs and probed roughly for her cunt. Soon his finger was rubbing up and down inside it, and he apparently satisfied himself that she would be able to take him. He did not realize, I think, that the girl was still a virgin.
He then brought his thick greedy lips down onto hers and avidly sucked and kissed her while he fondled her breasts with his fat, clammy hands. And then, his huge fully erect, he began to get into position to fuck her.
I rushed to him with one of those wet skin sheaths and almost forced him to put it on. Then he got on top of her and pushed his prick into her body. She screamed with agony and shouted to me to stop him:
"I can't take it, I can't," she screamed.
But the man was on top of her now, almost burying her body under his weight and he rammed his prick into her with all his force.
She screamed as he worked it up her violated passage, and then went silent when he had buried into her girlish body as far as he could force it.
He gripped her under him, savagely crushed her lips and breasts with his mouth and chest and then, taking a hard grip of her child-like body he began to work his prick down her sacred passage, before ramming it into her again with the force of a battering ram. Once again she screamed but there was no stopping the man now. He was like a savage beast and soon he was biting her neck as he groaned and grunted in his lust. The girl was by now almost unconscious and I began to wonder whether we should stop the proceedings. But when I looked round I saw that everyone, even the girls, were fascinated by what they saw and were all thoroughly roused by the beauty and beast scene being enacted in front of them.
The huge bear of a man finally came and slumped down on the terrorized child.
When he pulled out of her, she at once showed her relief and apologized to him for not co-operating. She said she did not mind but she was so small he had hurt her, but she knew he could not help it.
I regretted the fact very much that George had been the first man to have Mavis!
The game was repeated and the "victim" this time was the delectable Angela. If only I could get her! I determined to do everything to win the game this time. I suggested a variation that brought in more skill and this was agreed.
We had to draw five cards and could throw three away. The usual poker combinations were to count on a show of our cards. I drew three kings with my first hand and when I drew two new cards they were two knives! I felt I had won and that proved to be the case! I was to have the fourteen-year-old Angela again!
She undressed and waited on the divan for me, her eyes smiling. I took her gently in my arms and played with her breasts for a while and then fondled and titillated her cunt. When she was wet and receptive I plunged my prick into her! I was wearing a sheath of the kind I have mentioned of course.
I guided my huge weapon into her almost virginal body and began to kiss her lasciviously as I did so. Soon I had forgotten the others in the room and with my eyes closed I could only feel the lovely girlish body gripping and releasing my prick, and the wet lips drinking in my saliva.
And then I was coming inside her body, filling the contraceptive with my spunk as I gripped her to me and probed her throat with my tongue! I had had her lovely body a second time!
Now the party took a different turn and two men were to have one girl at the same time, one sucking her cunt the other sitting over her mouth so that he could be sucked by her. My daughter was the first to be selected and soon the African was sitting astride her face with her mouth sucking his testicles. And at the same time Peter was sucking her lovely cunt. When she approached her orgasm Peter was allowed to take her properly and soon he was plunging his prick deep into her cunt. As she had been fitted with a cervical cap he was the first man to "come" properly in a girl that night.
Later the African fucked Mavis, I had Michele, George had Yenli, Peter had my daughter again, and Colin had Julie. And still later the African had the lovely Angela ramming his huge black prick deep into her innocent white body. The night terminated with me fucking Yenli after sucking her anus for twenty minutes (according to the rules we made), George having my daughter, and Colin having Angela.
Only one girl-Mavis would agree to be fucked by all the men in turn-but we decided to wait for another occasion for this.
EIGHT
But I had my supreme triumph about a week later.
I met a child of eleven in the Park. She walked at my side and seemed quite happy to talk to me. I knew I was on dangerous ground but I eventually found out that her parents were abroad and that she was looked after by her aunt. Her aunt was not much interested in her and did not seem to mind what time she got home. I said I would take her to the Fun Fair and she expressed her delight.
I fixed it for the Saturday afternoon but in the meantime I took a room in South Kensington so that I could take her back afterwards. It was a stone's throw from her aunt's flat.
I got her back to the room about four thirty and I made her a cup of tea and talked about the afternoon's outing. Then I said I liked to look at little girls' bodies and asked her if she would like to undress. I would give her a nice present if she did. She did not seem to mind and in a few minutes I had an eleven-year-old child standing naked in front of me. She had no breasts, no pubic hair and had obviously not reached puberty. But she had a lovely little body and I felt my prick hardening as I looked at her.
"Have you ever seen a man without his clothes?" I asked her.
"No, I haven't," she said.
"Would you like to?"
"Yes."
"Well I'll show you," and with that I took off my clothes. Then I picked her up and took her to the bedroom. I placed her on the bed and said that I would like to make her excited. Then I opened her legs and felt for her immature slit. My finger delicately probed her vulva and then found the resistant hymen of her vagina. I was turn with an urgent desire to fuck her, but in the end I resisted the temptation to do so.
I placed my prick against her slit and moved it gently up and down its length without forcing it in any way against the hymenal membrane. Then I bent down and kissed her on the lips and pressed my prick gently against her slit, the shaft and my balls between her legs. Soon I was rubbing my prick firmly against the inside of her legs, touching her slit and the opening to her cunt, from time to time as I reached the top of my forward stroke. Then holding her tightly against me I suddenly moved my prick rapidly against her slit and found myself coming over her immature cunt lips. I panted with lust as I lay on top of her.
I realized that I wanted a younger girl than I had had already, and during the next few days I made it my business to be on the look-out for someone of the right age and attractions. Then I had a stroke of luck. I met a girl who had just reached the age of fourteen. She was a virgin but fully mature and had reached puberty as far as I could gather when she was twelve. Her name was Rachel and she was dark with black curly hair.
I was sitting in a coffee bar not far from the room I had taken and I got into conversation with her. It was not hard to tempt her to come back to listen to some new records I had bought and we were soon sitting together on the divan in the sitting-room.
I put my arm round her and she at first edged away from me. Then I closed up against her at one end of the divan and, bending towards her, kissed her lightly on the lips. She seemed to respond at once and she pushed her lips against mine as I withdrew. Then I took her in my arms, pushed her down on the divan, and kissed her forcefully and passionately.
She began to move her tongue into my mouth and I responded in the same way. Soon we were exchanging our saliva and I was simultaneously feeling for her rather plump legs. My hand was up her skirt and she did not seem to mind; indeed she behaved as if she was quite experienced despite the fact that she was a virgin.
Apparently she had necked and played with a number of boys but they had never had the initiative to try to seduce her properly.
My hand crept up her legs until I was feeling the soft warmth of her inner thighs, the flesh pressing both sides of my hands. Then I advanced my fingers to touch the panties stretched between her legs and covering her slit. It was already wet and I knew at once that she would have me if I wanted to take her. With her skirt still in position I pulled down her panties and soon my hand was creeping back to the top of her thighs. Then I poked a finger into her wet slit and found her vagina. I could get a finger in fairly easily and I felt that with a little work on her vagina I would be able to fuck her without giving her too much pain.
I then returned to her well-formed bosom and asked her to take off her blouse. She unbuttoned it readily and soon I was fondling her breasts under her white cotton bra. She offered to take off her brassiere and when she did so her breasts, very large for her age and size, fell from the captivity. They were two or three times the size of the young girls we had enjoyed at the party and I eagerly and avidly grasped them in my hands, pulling her nipples to my mouth.
Then I pulled the zip at the side of her skirt and pulled the garment down her legs. She was now naked.
If Renoir had painted a Jewish girl, he would have found Rachel the perfect model. Her body was round and full in every sense and she was remarkably mature for her age. Yet she had the pristine beauty of early youth and though plumper and more mature was in no way anything other than a young teenager. She was the youngest teenager I had had if you exclude the eleven-year-old whom, as I told you, I refrained from seducing.
I took her fattish body into my arms and kissed her passionately and with lust in my eyes. Then I rapidly undressed and, picking her up, carried her to the bedroom where I placed her on the bed. Then I got on the bed and bent my head down to suck her lovely black-haired Jewish slit. She smelled of oriental scents-frankincense and myrrh, I thought-and she also had a wonderful sex smell that I had never come across before, especially in one so young. I licked up and down her hairy cunt lips and then pushed my tongue between them to find her clitoris. When I began to suck her clitoris she almost jumped from the bed as if she had had an electric shock. She was now in a high state of sexual excitement.
I kissed her clitoris for a while and then began to work with my fingers in her vaginal entrance. Rather brutally I pushed two fingers in at a time and gradually I got them past the ruptured hymen. Then I pressed home three fingers and although she winced with pain as I forced them into her she was soon ready to take my prick.
I got on top of her and looked down at her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.
"Yes, yes, but I don't want a baby, I don't want a baby."
"All right I'll not give you a baby. Leave it to me."
With that I placed my prick at the entrance to her vagina and slowly pushed my prick into her so far unviolated passage. It was hard work and she again cried out with pain, but gradually I was inside her, my prick throbbing at the excitement engendered by the resistance of her membranes.
I managed to force it right to her vagina and soon I was so placed that I could fuck her as I wanted.
Then suddenly I felt I was almost about to come so I rapidly withdrew and put on a contraceptive. I used the short American tip which fits over the knob only.
Then I was in her again and began to fuck her in real earnest.
She writhed and squirmed her Jewish teenager body as my forty-five year-old prick rubbed up and down and raked her vaginal membranes, hitting hard against her cervix from time to time.
Then I was coming, coming inside her lovely Jewish body, though fortunately for her wearing a contraceptive. She writhed in agonized delight as I jerked more and more spunk from my prick and as she felt the throbbing urgency of my member. Her own secretions began to flow and her vagina contracted and expanded, gripping my prick in the most thrilling and exciting way possible.
I asked her whether she would like to come to our next party and she readily agreed. I told her the story of the late one and her dark eyes shone with suppressed delight.
I thought that of all the girls at the party she would be the most desirable and the sexiest and I am sure the men would go mad when they saw her naked fourteen-year-old body.
I had already decided on the day for the party and I told Rachel when and where to come. I said that we had in mind letting one girl be fucked by all the men present one after the other and it was obvious that she hoped that she would be the "victim." I could almost see her fighting for the right to be such a victim.
And so the day approached for the greatest party of the lot, when all the girls would be there including Sylvia, Yenli, Mavis, Michele, Angela, Julie and Rachel.
NINE
I call it the party because it was the party to end parties.
All my friends of the previous party were there as well as Rachel.
We decided that we would first elect one girl who would have to be fucked in turn by all the men present. The best part of this, in a way, would be the election itself.
All the girls were obviously both apprehensive and excited at the prospect of becoming the victim. All the men had their own special favorite whom they would like to see chosen.
We decided on an elaborate game of elimination. We would hold out a pack of cards and each girl would take one the highest card would be eliminated each time and then the cards would be shuffled and each of the remaining girls would take one again.
"Well are you ready?" I asked them.
"Yes, yes," most of them chorused.
Then I handed round the cards. The first girl to be eliminated was Yenli and I must say I was rather pleased, and so it appeared was she.
Next round Julie drew an ace and she automatically went out-to my delight because I wanted her for myself when I could arrange things with her. I had no particular desire to her being violated by George and Ugomo to say the least of it.
The cards were shuffled and the third draw excluded my daughter. Just as well, I thought, because I could have her anytime I wanted.
Then the fourth round.
Angela drew a five, Michele drew a four, and Mavis a six. I waited breathlessly for Rachel to show her card. It was a six.
They had to draw between them and Mavis got the higher card and she was excluded!
Another draw and this time Michele drew nine, Angela seven and Rachel two. So Michele was out. It was remarkable that the two girls that most of the men secretly wanted were left. They knew how delightful Angela was an they suspected that Rachel would be particularly exciting. And as none of them had had her before ... and she was only just fourteen. . .
It began to look as if Rachel was to have her wish for her card was a three.
There was a murmur in the room as Angela reached for a card, turned it over and it was an ace. "Thank God it's aces high," I almost heard myself say.
It was to be Rachel.
She looked embarrassedly round at the men present and waited for my instructions.
"Well, are you ready, Rachel?" I asked her kindly.
"Yes, I am."
"Well, please take off your clothes and go over to the divan."
She slowly undressed in front of us and soon she was standing there naked with her large breasts and thick pubic hair the centre of all interest. But I saw that George was chiefly interested in her lovely slightly fleshy bottom and it looked as if he would fuck her from behind.
She rushed to the bed and got under the cover while we decided on the order. The African was first.
He went over and pulling back the cover looked down lasciviously at the girl. In a minute he was kissing her breasts like a man coming on an oasis in a desert, kissing the white flesh with the enthusiasm of a baby at its mother's milk. He fondled the other breast as he did so and brought her nipple to its full size. Then he transferred his lips to that breast while he fondled the first with his fingers.
Soon he was sucking her stomach and then his face moved to her pubic hair and he was then opening her legs to lick her slit.
His prick was now enormous and it was already throbbing involuntarily.
He was soon ready for her and placing himself between her legs he guided his prick into her Jewish cunt.
Soon he was plunging his prick deep inside her and we saw the exciting spectacle of the huge African driving his cock in and out of the Jewish teenager, her breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts.
He brought his lips down onto hers and it was obvious that she found him sensually satisfying.
Soon he was sending his spunk into her violated passage, the first time a man had come inside her. We had forgotten all about contraceptives and quite frankly I no longer cared.
It was now my turn. I was filled with special excitement at following the African as I knew that the girl was in a highly roused state and that her cunt was full of his spunk. So I put my prick against her vulva and guided it into her vagina. I felt the hot wetness of Ugomo's spunk as I slid easily into the Jewish teenager's body. I was in a state of high excitement and I began to fuck her ruthlessly and brutally, gripping her with all my power and ramming my prick into her as hard as I could possibly manage I never fucked a woman like this before, nor a girl for that matter. Her luscious body, filled with African spunk, had a special appeal for me and I was in a state of complete frenzy as I fucked her and fucked her till she began to cry out in her delight.
"Oh, it's lovely, go on, don't stop, fuck me," the teenager screamed.
I fucked her all right and soon I was adding my own hot viscid spunk to, the African's and filling her violated Jewish cunt.
As the evening went on she was fucked by all the men, one after the other. George took her next and had her facing down, dog fashion. Then Peter fucked her this time on her back. By the time he came inside her she must have been full of spunk. Colin came last and he took his time as he invariably did.
She was almost hysterical by the time he finally came in her and when he did she sank back exhausted on the bed and had fallen asleep within two or three minutes.
The fucking of Rachel had excited the other girls to such a state that most of them had taken off their clothes in anticipation of the next stage of the party.
Young Angela was lying on the floor with her legs apart and the African went over and kissed her. She dragged him on top of her and soon he was fucking her with a new violence.
Meanwhile Michele had taken Rachel to her room and when she returned she lay naked on the bed. As soon as she did so George and Colin made a rush for her and in a minute or two they were making love to her together, one on either side of her, kissing and fondling her breasts and genitals.
My daughter as soon as she threw off her clothes was approached by Peter and he was lying on top of her before she could protest. Mavis rapidly undressed as I went over to her and within a minute I was hard at it, fucking her as hard as I could manage after the exhausting ten minutes with Rachel. Meanwhile Yenli had gone over to the bed and George had seized his opportunity and had left Michele to Colin.
One after the other the girls cried out their delight as they reached their climaxes and as the men sent their spunk into them. I myself soon came in the lovely Mavis and I lay exhausted on top of her on the floor.
We relaxed for a while and then it was proposed that one of the girls should submit to an butt fucking. They did not seem to relish the idea so I asked whether anyone would volunteer. It was Michele who came forward and said she was willing to try. The African asked whether he could be first and I saw no objection except that I felt his prick would never go. into her. But I produced a tube of lubricant and rubbed it over his erect prick as well as squirted some into the girl's rectum.
She lay on the bed, face down, and the African got between her legs and directed his prick to the entrance to her rectum. He proved to be a gentle lover and gradually persuaded the girl to let him force it up her. At first she cried out in agony but when he had reached the sphincter and rested there for while he pushed the hard and eager member in with one ruthless shove.
The girl screamed in agony but as the hot sword of pain died away she began to moan quietly with the excitement of the African's motions. He moved his prick up and down with extreme gentleness, never coming as low as the sphincter.
Later he was sending his spunk splashing into her bowel and she moaned and squirmed with delight as she too reached her simultaneous climax.
Half an hour later the African had her the front way while George fucked her rectum. It was a wonderful sight to see the young girl between the huge African and the massive George. They so managed things that they came in her simultaneously and the girl was almost driven mad with frenzied excitement as she felt the hot spunk jetting into her two secret recesses.
There is not much more to tell you.
The party was the last one we had at my flat as my wife began to be increasingly suspicious and almost caught me in bed with Michele one night. And surprisingly enough I had had almost enough of young girls for the time being: I suppose I had worked off my Lolita complex!
Michele returned to France and my daughter went away to the University. I lost touch with Julie and Rachel, but of course heard about the two girls at Colin's school from time to time.
But about a year ago I ran into Rachel in the street. She had reached the age of seventeen and she had become a girl-or woman if you will-of striking appearance. I wanted her at once and she agreed to go to a hotel with me. She was, as you can guess, particularly experienced, and she gave me a wonderful fuck, but of course it was not quite as exciting as the time I had her in that little room in South Kensington when she was just fourteen.
And last year I visited France and went to look up Michele. Despite the fact that she was engaged to a young Army captain she wanted me to fuck her and to my surprise she took me back to home and told her mother of her intentions. Her mother, a beautiful woman of about thirty-five, had no objections and we went off to her bedroom leaving the mother in the dining room. She evinced no surprise when we returned an hour later!
On my return to England I settled down to a rather dull domestic life. But the memory of these days with Angela, Michele, Mavis, Rachel, and the others makes up for the dullness of my life.
I am thinking about entering the juvenile fray again one day. I should have to take a separate establishment as it would be quite impossible to bring anyone back to our flat in Battersea. I have some rather unusual ideas too for getting even more excitement than in the past out of such adventures and I promise that if I do decide to start going to bed with young girls again I shall write another story about my experiences.
Black Lover
ONE
Peter Maine looked across the table at the grinning broad shouldered Turk. It was over a month now that Abdul Grali had come to lodge with Peter and his pretty wife Sue, and they had been pleased to get a lodger that needed so little looking after, and who paid his rent so regularly.
True, at first Sue had not liked the idea or having another man in their nicely furnished semidetached house, but they needed the money to help pay the mortgage, and the few women who had answered their advertisement in the local paper had not been able to afford the rent they were asking.
It had been Peter who had brought this hefty Turk home one evening, apparently he had met him in a pub and one thing led to another and when Abdul Grali found Peter had a room to let with part board he jumped at the prospect.
The young man looked at the bundle of pound notes the grinning Turk was pushing across the table at him:
"I couldn't help overhearing your conversation to your wife this morning," he was saying, "I don't like to hear of a nice couple like you and Sue getting so much into debt that you are worried in case your home is taken away from you. Take this money, Peter, there is fifty pounds there, I will have some more for you in a few days."
"But why should you want to give me money, or should I say lend me it, because I shall pay you back, Abdul" and Peter took the money and jammed it into his inside pocket.
"Let's say I want to give it to you Peter because I like you ... and your wife."
The last three words were muttered quietly and with more emphasis than the rest of the sentence.
If Peter had any idea that the Turk was slyly making any suggestions he did not show it by his expression or his actions. He kept the money safely in his pocket where he had placed it and rising from the table he said:
"She should be back soon, she's been to visit her mother this evening. I think I'll go down to the bus stop and meet her, it is quite dark now and I know she doesn't like the walk from the bus on her own."
"No ... you stay here and let me meet her for a change, Peter," the burly Turk said, getting up and moving across to the door.
To tell the truth there was a football match on the television in a few minutes time and Peter had hoped Sue would be home earlier so that he would be saved the trouble of having to go out and meet her and so miss the program.
"Alright Abdul, you go and meet her, you know which stop she gets off, don't you?"
* * *
The shapely figure of Mrs. Sue Maine had just alighted from the bus when the huge frame of the Turk loomed up in front of her.
"Why Mr. Grali," she greeted him with surprise, especially as he took her arm, "I though Peter would be down here to meet me."
"No, my dear Mrs. Maine, he is busy at the moment, I told him I would meet you and bring you home safely," the Turk told her, "now how about one quick drink before we go, eh?"
"No, I think my husband will wonder where I am if we are late," Sue replied, but was quite easily persuaded when Abdul told her that Peter would be engrossed in the match on the television and it was over an hour later, and the one drink had been in fact about seven, that Sue and their Turkish lodger were at last making their way back to her house.
The burly Turk was a good looking man in his foreign way, he knew that he had a certain charm for women, English women in particular, and he was not surprised when he had no resistance from this young wife as he slipped his arm round her waist when they got to a very quiet part of the road.
For a moment they stopped walking. She had her back to a garden fence and he took her in his strong arms. He was very pleased to feel her raise her own arms and grip her hands round his back. For a moment he poised his thick lipped mouth close to hers, and then finding she did not turn her face he lowered his mouth to give her a long passionate kiss.
While he was kissing her he drew his right arm back from her waist and began to undo the bottoms of her topcoat, getting his arms inside the coat when it flopped agape. She made no attempt to get her mouth away from his open lips even when she felt his right hand drop to near the hem of her smartly tailored skirt. Kissing her even more ardently he now slightly bent his knees to get his hand to her nylon clad knee, and with a slow but deliberate upward movement felt with his palm right up her legs under the hem of her skirt.
Straightening his legs he quite easily drew his hand up higher until blatantly he was cupping her Mount of Venus through the thin flimsy material of her panties. At this she did drag her face away from his:
"Oh Mr. Grali, you mustn't ... please ... don't touch me like that," she murmured.
But he noticed she was not at all physical in her protestations and did not move away from his arms at all. In fact he was well aware how wet she was getting between her thighs as he frigged her through her panties.
He did not press his mouth back to hers, instead he smiled slyly at her and murmured:
"Open your legs a little for me, Mrs. Maine."
Despite her shame she slowly did as he asked. She stood there trembling, letting him look directly into her face while he continued to masturbate her.
When he did bend his face forward again it was not to kiss her but to whisper into her ear very intimately:
"You want to be a little bit naughty, don't you?" and as he spoke he was getting his other hand up under her skirt and hooking the fingers of both hands into the elasticated waist of her panties.
Horrified lest anyone should see what was happening she looked up and down this quiet road. Not a soul was in sight and her arms tightened about the very thick waist of this Turk who was molesting her. He was edging his tree like thighs between her thighs as he prised her legs wider apart and, getting his cupped hand directly over her now vulnerable fanny, he pressed his lips to her mouth and really gave her a Frenchy-type tongue kiss.
Amid his slobbering kiss she was panting, his hands were at her most intimate part. All his fingers of both hands were fondling her. Her cunt was being pulled and squeezed apart, his fingers delved in and up her wet cunt sleeve of sensuality. The big Turk wished Peter could have seen how his pretty wife was responding to this love making. It was unfortunate at this moment that someone turned into the road at the far end and began to walk towards them. Abdul quickly drew up her panties and she smoothed down her clothing.
Grabbing her hand quickly he made her clasp his hugely erected tool through the material of his trousers. He had a prick like a mule's and he wanted to make this young wife well aware of his virileness. She seemed reluctant to let go even when the person was getting nearer and slipping his arm round her waist as they slowly made their way up the road towards her house, he murmured into her ear:
"You'd love a good fucking with that-wouldn't you, my dear Mrs. Maine?"
Sue was both shocked and thrilled by his obscene words, she knew there was a great deal of truth in what he said if she was honest with herself.
He was continuing to whisper to her as they walked along:
"It felt good and big when you felt it through my-trousers-didn't it?"
She hesitated, and then became bold:
"Yes, it felt wonderfully big and strong, Mr. Grali."
"My room is next to your bedroom and I can hear you and your husband at night, you know. I am quite sure my dear he does not satisfy you. Do you think I could give you what you want better than he could?"
She felt embarrassed and yet very excited; she did not reply at once but when she did she blurted out:
"Oh I think you would be a wonderful man!"
When they arrived home Peter was just beginning to get anxious. The match was over and he knew Sue should be home earlier than this. He saw at once her lipstick was smudged and he guessed that the big grinning Turk had enjoyed a little kissing with her on the dark walk up from the bus stop. Oh well, with that money in his pocket and the promise of some more soon he did not intend to upset Abdul. If Sue didn't mind him kissing her then it was alright.
Abdul had promised him some more money in a few days, in fact after they had enjoyed a meal and everything had been cleared away, the Turk took him on one side and slipped another bundle of pound notes into his hand.
"Make an excuse and go out for an hour or so," Abdul muttered.
Peter felt ashamed of himself. But as he pocketed the cash he consoled himself with the thought that he had intended going down to the Mens' Club anyway that evening. A few minutes later he came into the sitting room with his hat and coat on:
"I shall be about a couple of hours," he called out to Sue, "I must get down to the club tonight, got some cash to get from one of the boys."
Left alone the big Turk was not long in getting the willing young wife in his great arms. This time as he began to kiss her passionately she realized that they were in the safety and privacy of her own home. Peter was out and not-likely to be back until the time he had said and this powerfully built and good looking man was holding her and thrilling her with his kisses.
His right hand was soon dipping up under her skirt again. This time she didn't have to worry about anyone stopping his love-making.
TWO
On His way to the Mens' Club Peter was beginning to worry and to wonder what was happening back at his house. The bulge in his breast pocket, the amount must be getting on for a hundred pounds by the size of it, made him keep on walking instead of turning back. After all, he argued with himself, Sue had obviously let Abdul kiss her on the way back from the bus-stop. If he wanted to kiss her again and perhaps enjoy a little petting-well, that wouldn't do any harm, would it? And he had all this money in his pocket from the Turk so why chance offending him, why worry, why ... why ...
Perhaps he would have worried more if he could have seen Sue standing close to the big Turk, letting him finger her twat with his hand under the crotch of her panties ... perhaps he would have worried enough to turn back if he could have heard the soft squelchy sound that the thick fingers were making in his wife's well aroused pratt ... perhaps he would have been more than worried if he had seen Sue being taken upstairs by the big Turk, his hand still massaging her between her thighs until at last they were in his bedroom.
Sue had never been in Abdul's bedroom while he was in the house and now she watched him take a small purple colored packet from behind a picture that stood on the bedside table. He took from the packet the sort of rubber sheet she had never seen before, made of a thicker sort of rubbery latex than the normal Durex that her husband used. This one was jet black in color and round it, just where the flange of a penis would be, was a ring of firm rubber about a quarter of an inch in diameter. This addition to the sheath would give the wearer a firm unrelenting ridge round his cock and the frictioning this would give to the vagina the prick was inserted into could well be imagined.
"You ever seen a rubber sheath like this?" he asked her, letting her take the sexy object in her hands and examine it.
"No never," she replied, "it feels wonderfully thrilling."
"You will soon find out," he muttered as he thrust her down to sit on the edge of his bed.
Pushing her nylon sheathed legs apart he knelt down between her thighs and eased her panties right down so that she could kick them free. For a moment the Turk gazed at the young English wife's open red gash and then plunged his face right to it and drew sobbing gasps from her as he kissed and sucked her in the place that all women love to be touched.
Abdul knew that Peter had fucked her the previous night. He had heard the encounter quite plainly through the thin walls. He also knew that Sue had not been given a very good orgasm at the peak of that union and she was very hot and randy now for real gratification. He knew that by the way she so quickly juiced up as he lapped his tongue over her clitoris bud.
She lay back on his bed, keeping her feet in her high heeled shoes down to the carpet, and with her mounting lust she thrust her belly up and down and arched herself so that his face had a very easy and open target.
Peter was almost to the club now. The lights from the building were in sight. He paused; he realized what a lot a man and a woman could do in the time that he was going to be out of his house. Sue was quite alone in the house with that big Turk. Peter bit his bottom lip. He didn't know what to do ... to go on into the club and spend the rest of the evening there or not. He would get drinking with the boys and he knew once he did that he would not be home until the early hours of the morning. Or should he make his way back home straight away ... now ... this minute?
He knew what sort of a man this Turk was. A couple of days ago when Sue had been shopping and Abdul had been working late he had gone into the Turk's bedroom and rummaged about a bit. In one of the drawers of his dressing table he had found two packets of what could only be described as really filthy drawings and photographs. Also about a dozen packets of rubber sheaths, including some in small cardboard envelopes of a foreign brand he had never heard of. And an object of obscenity he had never before seen ... only heard about ... a rubber prick!
Oh yes, he knew what sort of man this big Turk was. He might still have been amazed however if he could have seen the animal like passion that Abdul was putting into his cunt-lapping of the ecstatic young wife, using both hands to spread her cunt lips and pull them wide apart. He had his face buried in the resulting red wet maw of her gaping minge.
When the big Turk had almost driven her out of her mind with the wild desire to have her orgasm, he took his face away from that hot well of her lust and getting to his feet leered down at her. Then slowly, while she watched him with wide open but bleary eyes, he drew that strange thickly rubberised and leather ringed rubber sheath down his great throbbing shaft.
If at the time that Peter entered the front door of the Men's Club he could have been magically transported to the bedroom of the big Turk, he would have seen as soon as he opened the bedroom door, the big hefty hairy naked backside of the foreign gentleman rising and falling rapidly; he would have seen the comparatively small white body of his white spread-eagled wife under that hulking torso, her arms and her legs thrust outwards in careless abandon as if each limb was devoid of the power to move.
It must have been a spine chilling as well as a lust-provoking sight to see his pretty wife almost completely smothered under the broad heavy Turkish body and to listen to the snorts and grunts of sheer animal pleasure that the man was exhorting as he gave Sue the best fucking of her life.
Sue's eyes were flickering, first open wide, then closed, then flickering again as her passion was stoked to inflame all her nervous system. Now and again her small pinkish tongue lolled from her mouth as she licked along her moist lips and panted for the breath that was being knocked out of her with each fierce heavy lunge on top of her belly of this brute of a man.
That leathery ring on the outside of the strange rubber must have caused havoc to her sensitive vaginal walls and this was evident by the way her body suddenly stiffened, her eyes flickered far more rapidly than before. A shudder that seemed to effect every part of her went through her belly and then she was straining with every ounce of her energy to press herself up to this hulk of manhood. Her eyes stopped blinking, remaining wide open, the irises went from view under the upper lids and her arms stretched out sideways from her heaving body, her hands clenching and unclenching as if trying to reach and hold an invisible object.
"Ahraaaaamggggguuuugggguuuummmm ... "
The long drawn out moaning gasp that came from her twisted mouth had to be heard to be believed. Certainly her husband had never heard this sort of sensual erotic sound from his pretty wife. Suddenly her arms ceased stretching outwards, instead they swept up to embrace the great shoulders of her lover. Her legs also lifted and crossed over behind the tops of his thighs. As she clung to him with every last breath of her strength the one word that he loved to hear kept falling from her contorting mouth:
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... aauuhhuugg!"
Abdul got his mouth to her ear and began to tongue the tender inside and then to bite the lobe:
"I knew this was that you wanted,"" he whispered to her.
His tool, immense by any standards, and now dressed in that thickish rubbery sheath with the stimulating leather collar was the most lust inducing, the most sensually satisfying sexual object that any woman could ever desire. Certainly Sue had never known such ecstatic peaks during lovemaking as she was having now with this big smiling Turk.
The bed frame began to creak and then to shake violently as the Turk really began to get near his own orgasm. Mrs. Sue Maine clasped him to her body even more tightly as she sensed that huge organ inside her was growing and throbbing towards its climax. She felt the nipple of the rubber sheath bulging with the great wads of spunk that were being spat into it as the Turk let his roe shoot free.
She wished that she was feeling the hot spunk in the raw, even through the rubber teat she could feel how terribly hot it was and she made up her mind that whatever the consequences might be the next time the Turk did this to her she would make him put his cock in her without a rubber sheath, even though this very special one he was wearing had added to the enjoyment and the excitement of this mating.
THREE
Peter put down his glass of beer. He had drunk only half of it and heads turned in surprise as he suddenly left the bar and hurried out of the Club. He had decided that he would go back home. He would not leave Abdul too long with Sue. He would not give them much time to misbehave themselves. As he left the club and hurried up the road the young husband was not to know at that precise moment Abdul Grali was withdrawing his spent penis from Sue's stretched and aching, but happy cunt, and that while the big Turk stood in front of her she carefully slid the thick rubber sheet from his magnificent prick.
She head the rubber in one hand and allowed the full teat end to rest in the palm of her other hand, as if weighing the contents. She was amazed at the weight and the quantity of sex fluid in the sheath ... ever had she known the rubber sheaths used by Peter to be anywhere near so heavy and full as this one when she took them from his limp prick.
Abdul took the soiled rubber from her and then pushed her once more down on her back. Leaning across the upper part of her body so that she could not possibly get up he held the rubber near her face.
"Now I'm going to give you a nice drink of fresh warm spunk ... " he muttered, "open your mouth."
"Oh no ... no Abdul, no!" she protested, trying to get up but finding this was not possible.
"It's no use you kicking up a fuss," he went on, using his hands and fingers cleverly to get her mouth open slightly and the open end of the rubber sheath inserted between her lips and teeth. Lifting the french letter so that the contents flowed to the opening that was in her mouth he slowly allowed the thick warm fluid to enter her mouth.
At first she felt she wanted to be sick. She knew she had to vomit, but then as the slow flow of the slimy warm funny tasting stuff continued to trickle into her gullet she found she was not altogether disliking the sexy flavor. She began to suck at the rubbery sheath and when he held the length of the rubber higher and more directly over her open mouth the spunk simply dropped down her throat as she greedily gobbled and swallowed the sex filth.
When the rubber sheath was drained dry he allowed her to get up from the bed. "Now you are not to wash your mouth or have a drink, do you hear?" he told her, "I want you to kiss your husband when he comes home, give him a nice long open mouthed kiss so that he will taste the flavor of my spunk."
No sooner had he finished speaking than they heard the front door being opened. Peter was returning earlier than expected ... not that it made any difference now!
Hurriedly adjusting her clothing and making herself as respectable as possible Sue went down the stairs to greet her husband. From the landing the grinning Turk looked down at them, he saw Sue kiss Peter, with open mouth, just as he had told her to. He derived great pleasure at seeing the young husband recoil and then press his lips to Sue's mouth again as if he didn't believe what he could taste the first time.
Peter looked over his wife's shoulders up at the leering Turk leaning over the banisters on the landing. The young man knew he had arrived home very much too late. He had not been imagining things when he thought he could taste male sperm in his wife's mouth as he kissed her. It was all too true, as he kissed Sue he and she could savor the tangy acrid flavor of the Turk's spunk.
FOUR
Just when it would seem that the big powerfully built Abdul would be continuing as Mrs. Sue Maine's lover for a long time, fate played a strange trick. Peter Maine was fortunate enough to win a fair amount of money on the football pools.
With a great flourish he paid back what the Turk had "given" him before he had started to interfere with Sue, and with a brave front he told the depressed Abdul he would have to find somewhere else to live.
Not many months afterwards Peter was back in his normal financial difficulties. Sue agreed with him that they should take in a lodger, or a prying guest again. This time Peter was determined it would be a woman and not a man who was to share his home.
In answer to the advertisement in the local paper a certain Mrs. Gregson came round to see them and eventually took up her residence. A stern faced woman of about thirty-six, strongly built and with a domineering manner, she was not the type that appeared very friendly, but as she could afford to pay the rent the Maine's were asking Peter and Sue did not see why her appearance or her stern manner should make any difference.
Right from the start she was quite different to what Sue had expected. Once they were on their own in the house and Peter had gone off to business the woman became very friendly indeed.
Within a week the two women were the best of friends, so much so that on the Sunday morning when Sue was having a late lay in and Peter had gone off to his golf club early for the day Mrs. Gregson brought the young wife up a cup of tea and, to the amazement, if not displeasure, of Sue, the woman climbed into bed beside her.
"We can have a nice day together my dear," Mr. Gregson murmured as she began to fondle and pet the excited and surprised young wife, "now that your husband is away for the whole day we have nothing to prevent us getting to know one another better, have we?"
Sue had hated to admit it to herself but she had been sorry when Abdul had been forced to leave the house. Now she was beginning to think with this Mrs. Gregson she might be finding another kindred soul who was not getting her sexual appetite satisfied.
For a few moments the woman's experienced hand had been fondling all over Sue's lovely breasts. Now the right hand went down slowly under the nightgown across the soft belly. Sue shuddered as she felt the hand of a woman touching the thickish hairs of her pube for the first time.
Her instinctive reaction was to push the hand away, a feeling of disgust went through her and it was only the greater strength of the woman that enabled her to resist Sue's attempt to dislodge her groping wandering hand.
Suddenly Sue let out a deep sigh. The fingers had found her clitty. At once all her attempts to avoid Mrs. Gregson's fingering ceased. The lovely thighs opened just as if Peter had been laying beside her and was stroking her passions ready for his love making.
The moment Mrs. Gregson had first seen the pretty Sue she had decided that she would have this lovely young wife for herself. The process of getting Sue to be her lesbian partner was well under way now. Quite blatantly Mrs. Gregson was frigging the writhing young wife, murmuring sweet words and phrases of endearment to her.
Soon she had taken Sue's hand and guided it to her own mature vagina, so that each cunt was being fingered. Both of the women were soon writhing and softly moaning with the pleasure that the fingering was giving them. Mrs. Gregson always enjoyed the inexperienced way her "victims" touched her up for the first time. They were always so shy. so modest, but she soon changed all that.
The more experienced way that Mrs. Gregson frigged Sue had the effect of making her reach her orgasm first. Sue was literally bouncing up and down and twisting from side to side in her passion as Mrs. Gregson's nimble fingers worked and rubbed harder and faster. Sue's moans and grunts of pleasure were louder and then she was having a long drawn out come.
For an hour the two women lay in one another's arms, caressing and cuddling and when Mrs. Gregson thought Sue had recovered from the frigged orgasm she taught her what thrilling pleasure two women may get together when they indulge in mutual cunt sucking.
* * *
Later in the day the woman had hoped to introduce this pretty Sue to a good hard dildo prick that would have completely captivated her passions, but her plans were not to work out so easily. Just after lunch they were surprised by a knock at the front door. The bull nicked stout man introduced himself as Mr. Gregson and enquired from Sue if his wife was in. As she had never heard any mention of a Mr. Gregson Sue had though that he must be dead, or at least that the Gregsons were separated or divorced. Mrs. Gregson was not in the least bit pleased to see her husband and while Sue tried to be perfect hostess and serve them coffee she could not but help realizing this couple were at daggers drawn.
"I told you, Greg," the woman was rowing with him, "I would never sleep with you again. I hate you-I hate you-do you hear me. I never want to have you touching me again!"
The outburst from her new friend embarrassed Sue more than it effected Mr. Gregson. He simply looked at Sue and smiled:
"You must excuse my wife," he said, "she gets these wild moments you know. She forgets that I am her husband and that I have certain rights ... and that is why I am ... "
His sentence was broken off as his wife tried to wrestle him towards the door. She was screaming at him:
"I told you that you would never touch me again ... never ... never, do you hear ... NEVER!"
He pushed her roughly back so that she sprawled on the floor at Sue's feet.
"Alright you bitch," he snapped at her, showing for the first time his anger, and then looking at Sue he went on:
"I suppose she has been up to her games with you, my dear, has she?"
The way Sue blushed told him how true were his allegations and before she could stop him he had stepped across to her and taken her in his arms:
"If you want a Gregson to make love to you, I shall make sure it is the right sex!" he snapped, just as he pressed his mouth over hers.
Mrs. Gregson pulled herself to her feet. She saw that her husband was feeling up under Sue's skirt while he kissed her and apart from a slight wriggling protest the young wife was allowing him full license.
She knew her husband had found her and come to the house for one thing. Well, why shouldn't he let his pent up lust be satisfied with a more willing body than her own. Why not let Sue have the benefit of the hot frustrated seed of this virile man. Mr. Gregson sensed that a change had come over his wife. She was not being aggressive towards him; she was in fact sliding her hands between his body and Sue's and getting his flies undone. He felt Sue's hand being dragged down his front, a soft not unwilling hand clasped his erected prick.
His own hand had been so far content to feel the smooth cool flesh of her thighs above her stocking tops. Now it quickly got under her panties and frigged her moistening hole.
"Take her up to her bedroom and give her what you came her to give me," murmured Mrs. Gregson.
Within minutes Sue found herself on her back on her own bed. This man so much older than she was beside her. Her panties had already been dragged down by the eager hands of his wife. Ashamed of herself and yet secretly pleased that this randy man had turned his attentions towards her, Sue guided his stiff prick to the hot slightly agape lips of her fanny. She felt him slid his hands under her bottom, she raised herself to allow him to grab her bottom cheeks and by raising her belly up she helped the insertion of that fat knob into her waiting pratt.
Mrs. Gregson stood watching Sue's reactions. She saw her slim arms come up and fold over behind Gregg's shoulders:
"You're in luck, Greg," his wife muttered, "Sue is very randy today. I gave her a good licking a few minutes before you arrived. I didn't know I was getting her ready for my own husband's cock, though!"
Greg grunted and with a lunge like a bull he drove every last inch of his strong gristled cock into Sue's hot nest. The way Sue bucked and writhed under him left no doubt of the need she was feeling for the joy his cock was giving her. For a brief moment the man was still, the sound of his wife's soft coaxing words goaded him into violent action.
"Go on, Greg, fuck her, her husband doesn't give her enough cock, I can tell you that. See if you can give her a better time, go on Greg ... fuck her ... fuck her hard.. .darling."
This was the first time for years his wife had called him "darling." Strange that it should be when he had his cock in another woman while she watched him. Delightful too that this other woman was younger and better looking by far than Mrs. G. and with great thudding humps and lunges he strove to give this charming wife the fucking of her life.
Mrs. Gregson looked down over her husband's shoulders at the flushed face of Sue.
"There darling," she muttered, "This man of mine is a bull, isn't he? Better than that husband of yours, eh?"
Sue was clinging to the man, wriggling her bottom and writhing from side to side as she moaned and jerked herself on to a much needed climax. The Gregson's shaw her shudder and then stay rigid for a brief moment. She was having an orgasm and yet Gregson was still nowhere near finishing in her. She could not help comparing this bull of a man with Peter; never did Peter manage to hold himself back so that he could keep on fucking her after she had come. Sometimes he came himself far too quickly, leaving her frustrated and unhappy. Now and again he managed to come at the same time as she did, but never was anything so wonderful as the way this man was keeping his cock so stiff and continuing to fuck her even after she had let her own juice flow.
When at last his stream of hot lust was released to saturate her womb, Sue had her second orgasm, a long tense come that was even better than the first. It was the best and most satisfying fucking she had had since Abdul had used her body, and certainly put Peter's lovemaking in the shade.
When Mr. Gregson eventually took his departure, it was with the promise that he would be back to visit, and to fuck, Sue again within the next week. For the first time for many months Mr. and Mrs. Gregson parted without a scene. She felt a certain satisfaction in knowing she had found a "vessel" that her husband could vent his lust upon and so be spared the humiliation of having him touch her body at all.
That "vessel" was Mrs. Sue Maine.
FIVE
It did not take Abdul Grival long to find other outlets for his virile manhood. A small ill-kempt grubby boarding house near the East India Dock Road was run by a woman whose friendship he had cherished for some years. It was to this house that many a young girl had been brought to spend her last few nights in this country before departing in one of the many small boats that left the dock with an illegal cargo. The captains paid well for a pretty girl or woman whom they could get on to their boat quite easily from Mrs. Herbert's house. Not only would they enjoy the female companionship during the voyage but the money they paid to the arch procurer Mrs. Herbert would be more than repaid them by the sale of the white flesh in a distant port.
To this tall terraced house that stood on the corner of a street near the docks the huge Turk made his way. After cheerfully being the portly and elderly Mrs. Herbert's stud for a week or so he was about to depart again when the good lady changed to engage as her kitchen help a very pretty girl whose first job this was since coming from the nearby orphanage.
The girl, just fifteen and so happy to be away at last from the strict discipline of the orphanage, found her new job hard work, but the food was good, the pay was quite good, and Mrs. Herbert was very kind to her. She did not know that her future had been discussed and decided by her employer and her foreign friend, the big rather horrid looking man, Mr. Grival.
It was in her second week at the house that the girl was surprised one evening just as she was preparing for bed when Mrs. Herbert came into her bedroom. The way the woman closed the door before turning to face the startled girl told young Betty that this was no ordinary good night visit.
As Mrs. Herbert came nearer and slipped her arms round the girl from the back, she murmured: "I hope you are happy here with me, my dear. You know I am a very lonely woman. I want you and I to be good friends."
The girl did not answer at once. She was looking down watching the heavily beringed hands gently mould themselves over the slight swelling of her . breasts. The woman went on:
"You are such a pretty girl, Betty dear, you are so warm and soft. I love cuddling girls as warm and pliable as you are. Don't be shy, my dear child, let me give you some of the love that you have missed by being in that orphanage for so long."
Secretly Mrs. Herbert was delighted at the way this innocent girl was responding. She had made no attempt to resist the sly massaging that was being given to her breast and now as her breath began to come more heavily the worldly woman knew she was exciting the girl in a way she was sure she had never experienced before.
"Oh ... oh my.. .chaaa.. .Mr. Herbert," the girl started to stammer, "you are making me feel ... feel so funny ... please.. .chaa.. .that's making me feel even more strange inside."
The last part of her sentence was due to the way the fingers and thumbs of the woman were tweaking her nipples through the thin material of her dress and bra and each little nipple was growing and jerking to a throbbing finger of sensitive awareness.
Betty felt the hot breath of the woman on her neck, the very thickly applied lipstick on her lips gave of quite an odor, far from an unpleasant smell and one that excited the young girls. As if by instinct she turned her face towards those lips and the next moment she was having her first real adult kiss, and from a woman at that-although at first the youngster had kept her lips together in the way she thought all kisses were taken and given.
"No my dear, we must enjoy a real loving kiss ... open your mouth. . .no, wider than that.. .that's it, keep it open for a moment."
With the young innocent mouth at her mercy Mrs. Herbert slowly allowed her saliva to dribble on to Betty's tongue and then when quite an amount of the slimy spittle had settled on the slim quivering tongue of the girl Mrs. Herbert put her own mouth full over Betty's lips and with agile and clever probing and poking of her tongue tip made the girl gulp and swallow the warm odorous saliva.
At first as the warm quite thick saliva drained down her throat Betty felt she wanted to be sick and try to vomit it up again, but as the woman repeated the little trick several times the girl gradually began to get a thrill from swallowing this woman's mouth juice. It was but several minutes before the girlish mouth was greedily gulping and swallowing all the saliva that Mrs. Herbert could conjure up and transfer and it was at this moment that Betty was aware that the hand covering her right breast had slid down towards her tummy.
With the movements of a woman well versed in such practices Mrs. Herbert got her hand under the girl's dress hem and before Betty could as much as try to utter a protest the thick hand was delving down inside the elastic waistband of her panties.
Mrs. Herbert increased the flow of warm saliva into the girl's mouth as she clawed at the soft velvety lips of the young fanny. Low moans as well as the continual gasps for breath came from the girl's mouth as she experienced a very cleverely applied masturbation whilst being french kissed so obscenely. At last the thick lips of the mouth covering the girl's had to come away to get breath, but the rubbing between the writhing thighs went on and a sly grin of satisfaction spread across the heavily made up features of the woman.
"You like me loving you like this, Betty dear," she murmured as she got her index finger against the tip of the swollen little clitoris button that was beginning to throb and sprout from the moist soft fold of cunt-ish flesh.
Betty was turning this way and that, her slim body seemed possessed by hidden devils as her writhing denoted that a sexual orgasm was rapidly being built up. Mrs. Herbert suddenly released the panting girl, she did not want to bring her off just yet. The look of utter dejection and frustration on the hotly flushed face of the pretty girl made the woman happy.
Betty flopped down to sit on the edge of her bed, still panting, She looked up at the smiling face of this woman old enough to be her mother. She saw Mrs. Herbert was fumbling in the pocket of her dress and he brought out a packet of postcards kept together by a broad elastic band. She handed them to the trembling girl:
"You have a look at these my pretty young lady and see if they don't make your blood boil even more."
The band was quickly removed and as the girl turned over the first card her mouth fell open. It was a photograph of Mrs. Herbert with Abdul the big Turk whom Betty found rather frightening. Mrs. Herbert was fully clothed but the man was naked, laying on his back with Mrs. Herbert half laying and sprawling with her face near his loins. She had her mouth close to the upright thick shaft of flesh that jutted from the hairy belly and the girl saw that Mrs. Herbert was actually in the process of licking the Turk's penis.
The next photo showed Mrs. Herbert actually taking the great dome shaped penis knob right into her mouth. Mrs. Herbert had taken the bundle of postcards from Betty's trembling hands:
"I'll turn them over for you to look at, dear," she told the girl softly, "you slip your hands up under my skirts, that's right, right up my legs as high as you can."
Another postcard was turned. This one the youngster saw showed Abdul standing up with Mrs. Herbert kneeling in front of him. She had one hand under his huge swinging testicles, her other hand drew back the thick foreskin of the prick and she was gamming him with mouth wide open to accept the shaft into her throat.
"Put your hands up the leg of my panties," Betty heard the woman telling her, "get your soft hands right to my cunt, you lovely little girlie."
Excited beyond anything she had ever experienced before Betty found her fingers amongst the very wet and thickly fleshed cunt lips of the woman. The next card was being shown to her. This one was of the Turk with his face glued between Mrs. Herbert's legs while she held her skirt up for him.
Holding the postcards in one hand Mrs. Herbert stroked the soft hair of Betty's head with her free hand while she murmured words of encouragement to the hot and excited fifteen year old:
"You like being a loving girl, don't you, Betty my dear?" she said softly, "you like having your hands between my legs and playing with a grown woman's mature cunt, don't you?" she urged, "You know that the way you are feeling inside your little belly is called being randy, don't you? You like me making you feel randy, don't you, Betty dear?"
The girl could only nod, she was far too excited and advanced in her comparatively innocent sexuality to try and think what to reply to Mrs. Herbert's strange words. The postcards had now been laid on the bed and Mrs. Herbert was again frigging and tantalizing the juvenile quim with her very experienced fingers. Soon the girl was actually sobbing in her aroused rut. She had to nod her head furiously when Mrs. Herbert asked her if she liked her loving her like this.
Mrs. Herbert smiled and put her mouth close to Betty's ear:
"I think you would like it even better if you had a nice man to love you!" she whispered, and nodding down towards the cards of obscenity she went on: "I think a hot randy little girl like you needs a nice strong man like my friend Abdul you saw in the photographs, eh?"
She felt a shudder go through the girl and she quickened her masturbating on the soft oily little quim.
"Your little fanny would love to have a nice strong prick like that Abdul can give you, my dear," she went on, trying to keep her hand to the writhing girl's fanny, "your lovely hot cunt is made for a man like that great Turk, my dear. Would you like him to 'cow' you with that lovely thick prick he's got?"
Betty felt the hand move away from her hot little next. She was so sorry that the thrills the fingers had been giving her had stopped. She saw Mrs. Herbert looking into her face. She was waiting for an answer.
"Cow me? What do you mean ... I don't understand.. .cow me? I don't ... " the girl stammered and the grinning woman patted her flushed face.
"You are even more innocent than I thought you were," she laughed, "that is all the better. You have liked me making you randy, haven't you?"
The girl nodded and Mrs. Herbert went on:
"Well, when a pretty girl like you has been made randy the next thing is for a man to do what I like to call 'cow' her. You know what a bull does to a cow, don't you? Well, my good friend Abdul is a very fine bull and when I say he is going to cow you he is going to do with that lovely prick you saw me kissing in those photographs, what a bull does to a cow!"
At that moment they hear heavy footsteps coming along the landing towards the bedroom door. It opened and in came the bulky Abdul. Betty tried to get her hand down from Mrs. Herbert's clothing and at the same time to wriggle away from the woman's hands herself. But as Mrs. Herbert stood up and looked down at the hotly flushed young girl she smiled and said:
"Don't worry, my dear, Abdul knows what I have been doing, he knows I have been making you a nice randy little girl ready for cowing. Now let me help you get your clothes off, you can't let such a wonderful bull have you in all these pretty clothes."
While she was being undressed by the eager Mrs. Herbert, Betty saw that. Abdul was also taking off his clothes. within two minutes of him coming into her bedroom, Abdul had the naked little girl cradled in his thick arms, her white slim body compressed against his heavy hairy stomach and chest and his mouth giving her the same sort of lust provoking kiss that Mrs. Herbert had given her a few minutes before.
It was no surprise to the watching Mrs. Herbert when she saw the girl's white bare arms move upwards and slide round the hefty shoulders of the brutish Turk. Betty felt excited and afraid as she became aware of the way the Turk's penis was growing and thickening as it became squashed between his hairy belly and her soft curved stomach. She had seen his sex in the photos but had not had a chance to get a good look at it in the flesh as she had been cradled in his arms the moment he had stripped.
Betty eased her body slightly away from the hairy torso that was pushing against her and looked downwards. She moved her right hand from the Turk's neck to touch that flowing purple domed knob head she saw rearing up at her belly button. Mrs. Herbert was delighted and putting one arm round Betty's slim waist and the other round the fat hairy back of Abdul she urged the girl on to rub the thick prick she was holding so nicely.
The girl felt down the thick shaft and held for a brief moment the heavily drooping balls that she found hanging beneath the base of the prick. Suddenly Betty felt herself being pushed backwards. She fell on her back on her bed. The heavy naked body of the Turk fell with her. She saw the grinning heavily made up face of her employer leaning over the Turk's shoulder:
"Now you are going to be cowed properly, my sweet," the woman was muttering, "and tomorrow you will be on the high seas and I think old Captain Mallow will see that you are cowed every day until you reach your destination, which I believe is a certain port down the East coast of Africa."
Betty had hardly time for the spine chilling words to sink in for the big Turk was roughly prising her thighs apart with his thick strong knees and settling himself down on her tummy. She felt the blunt bludgeon head of his tool being pushed against her soft wet tingling pussy. She saw Mrs. Herbert massaging the broad naked back of the Turk with her hands:
"Go on, Abdul darling," the excited woman was muttering, "give it to her, dearest, show me you know how to row a little girl like this sweet innocent birth."
Betty began to squirm and to moan. The big Turk was panting:
"She's tight.. .tight as ever I've known one ... " he said as he twisted and tried to lunge into the child from another angle.
"Cos she's tight, never had a cock in that little next before," replied the woman as she reached under the broad naked torso and fondled the Turk's heavy balls. The touching of his testicles by those experienced hands drove the Turk to desperation:
"She's got to have it.. .she must have it!" he cried out, "she'll take every inch, you see. I'll make her have it all!"
"Of course you'll give it all to her," said Mrs. Herbert, as she continued to massage his hot balls, "you'll give it her all, so will those sailors on the voyage and so will those big blacks when she is sold."
The girl could not be expected to appreciate what those words meant in her present hot randy excited sate. She clapped her arms up round the shoulders of the heavy man on top of her as she thrilled to the piercing of her maidenhead and the filling of her vagina with a manly prick. Now the fucking really began.
The pain that the girl felt at having a prick for the first time was quickly forced to give way to the utter ecstasy of her first come, brought off by a prick. The same prick that had satisfied the young wife, Mrs. Maine, was now giving a devirginated hole the same sort of 'must-have-it-all' sensation in a fifteen year old.
Half an hour later the satisfied Turk and the procuress left the bedroom. Betty was sound asleep, well fucked and happy. Only a small pin prick of a hypodermic needle in her left buttock denoted that she would not wake for twenty four hours. By that time she would be on board a boat bound for Africa. She would probably wake to the weight of the Captain's heavy body on her belly as her new master would try and get his own spunk to mingle with that of the Turk's in the child's womb.
SIX
It did not take Abdul long to realize just how easy it would be for him to get his own back on that upstart Peter Maine. The big Turk had not forgotten or forgive the way he had been given his money back and then sent packing as soon as Peter had a few pounds in his pocket.
Abdul smiled to himself. The young husband had been no fool. He had realized it would not take a powerful virile man-like Abdul long to get his share of affection from the attractive Sue, and although he probably did not know just how intimate his wife had been with their lodger, he was not going to take any chances.
Abdul had a plan mapped out with Mrs. Herbert, a plan that would get them both some money and at the same time take away from cocky Peter Maine his pretty wife, not only for an hour or so, but for ever!
The big Turk guessed correctly that Sue would like to meet him again. Not that Abdul was going to lower himself to give the young wife any more happiness with his stallion prick. No-other plans were a foot. When Mrs. Sue Maine had a telephone call from Abdul and agreed to meet him at a certain boarding house near the East India Dock Road she did not know that when she entered that house of evil she would not again ever see her husband or her friends.
She was not even suspicious when Mrs. Herbert informed her that Abdul would be delayed and invited her to have some tea while she waited. She did not know that her tea contained a very strong dosage of an African sexual stimulant and this may have been the reason why the young woman was so eager to accept the invitation when Mrs. Herbert said to her:
"It seems that your friend Abdul is delayed longer than he expected. In case he cannot get here at all, why not come along with me upstairs and I will see if I can find you another loving friend?"
Sue felt sick at the stench that came from the rooms of this house as she followed the woman upstairs and along the passage. When she followed through into a bedroom she came face to face with the ugliest man she had ever seen. By the horrid yellow color of his flesh he was some kind of half breed oriental. He had a body that seemed as broad as it was high and he was squatting on the edge of an unmade bed. The broad body was surmounted by a head that was altogether too large for the neck and shoulders that supported it. From the evil yellow skin two slant eyes of gleaming black beadiness glowed like ebony embers.
Mrs. Herbert had moved behind Sue as if to prevent any attempt on the young woman's part of escape. Sliding her arms round Sue's body she said:
"This is the young white woman I said I would bring to see you Hi Feng. I am sure she will please you."
Sue was spellbound and rooted to the spot. What did this woman mean? Had it been pre-arranged that Abdul should be late so that she could be brought up here to this horrid yellow skinned man?
Already the eager fingers of Mrs. Herbert were undoing the pretty pearly buttons down the front of the new pale blue blouse Sue had on. Now and again the woman rubbed her palms over Sue's breasts and with her mouth close to the young woman's ear, she muttered:
"You will like Hi Feng. He knows how to appreciate a woman, especially a young white woman, like you my dear."
The squat oriental raised both hands and with fingers like talons beckoned for Mrs. Herbert to bring their victim closer to him:
"Bring me the white flower nearer," he said in a low toned voice, "I want to kiss that perfect white throat and neck."
Mrs. Herbert kept her arms about Sue when they were close enough to the oriental to get his face to her throat. Sue could not describe the thrills that raced through her as this thin lipped little oriental gave her slobbering kisses and licks all over her neck and throat and finally on to her mouth itself.
When he had reduced Sue to a panting heaving excited state he directed his gaze down to her blouse which had already been undone by Mrs. Herbert.
It did not take his eager fingers a moment to get the blouse gaping open down the front and reaching his hands round her body under the blouse he soon had the bra clip unfastened and with the help of Mrs. Herbert the nylon bra was pulled free from the lovely fleshy globes of the white woman's breasts.
Sue had felt revulsion at the sight of this horrid man. To have him touching her would make her vomit and yet as the wild waves of awakening sensuality spread through her body from the caviler way he was sucking at her nipples, she could not restrain a sob of pleasure and lust. She did not try to resist when she felt him grab her wrist and pull her right hand down to the great bulge at the front of his trousers. She felt ashamed and yet unable to control her actions. She was now undoing his flies as quickly as she could. She had to hold that throbbing monstrosity that she could feel through the trouser material.
Now that she had it out free from his trousers, his tool seemed even larger and more throbby than before. She lovingly ran her hand up and down the stem enjoying the feeling of power that emanated from the sheer strength of the sexual weapon.
"Will you take your clothes off now for your new friend, my dear?" Mrs. Herbert was asking her and already two pairs of hands were helping the young wife to take off her blouse and skirt. Then the pretty nylon under-slip and finally her panties. She was to keep her shoes, stocking and suspender girdle on and she made the most desirable sight as she spread herself out on her back on the bed. While her legs were pulled well open by Mrs. Herbert the grinning little squat oriental was straddled across her belly like some wild animal; leaning down across her he guided his rammer like cock to her cunt and plunged it in her to the very depths of her womb.
Mrs. Herbert bending over the young writhing woman was stroking the sweat covered brow:
'There, there, my sweet young wife, this is the sort of prick you need, isn't it? A prick even longer and thicker than your Abdul's is making you happy now, my dear."
To the demented and sex-drugged Sue Maine the older woman's words seemed all too true. She writhed and sobbed out her passion and her happiness. Her cunt began to respond as a cunt can only when it is really truly well filled and stretched. It began to suck at the great swollen knob of the thick organ inside her as the controlled oriental started to fuck her with hard steady strokes.
Sue had never felt so wonderfully filled since Abdul had loved her, and this man, despite his race and size was giving her the best fucking she had ever known. Sue was crying out loudly and wriggling like a woman possessed when she saw the bedroom door open and in came a grinning Abdul. It was clear to her that he was not in the least worried or even surprised at what he saw. Sue got the impression, correctly, that her seduction by this horrid big pricked yellow man had been all arranged from the beginning.
The big Turk came and leered down at her sweating face:
"Hello, Sue, my sweet," he mocked her, "enjoying a nice yellow cock for a change? Hope you enjoy it because all the prick you get in future will be yellow-or perhaps now and again a touch of black!"
The oriental was beginning to work her up towards her peak, amid the battering and the thumping of their bodies Sue managed to gasp:
"What do you mean Abdul, why weren't you here to meet me?"
The Turk's reply was almost lost to her as the yellow cock produced in her the most wonderful climax she had ever known. As her female sex spunk was drawn from her inner pores by this ecstatic fucking she heard Abdul saying to her:
"You are with white slavers, my dear, you will never see your husband again: and what is more pleasing he will never see you again. He will never use that lovely cunt between your charming thighs again. That lovely hot hole he did not want to share with me will now be denied him-yellow men and black men will use it instead!"
It was while she was feeling the hot flow of the Oriental's spunk flushing into her body that Sue saw the gleam of silvery metal as Mrs. Herbert handed a hypodermic syringe to the grinning Turk. A sharp pointed tingle in her buttock and she knew something was being injected into her bloodstream.
And then darkness ...
SEVEN
A demented young husband was grateful for the way the lodger, Mrs. Gregson, comforted him when it became clear that Sue had gone off. An attractive women like Sue Maine is always liable to run into trouble. Peter realized this and he felt sure that she had been lured away and was being held now against her will. Mrs. Gregson had advised him not to go to the police yet:
"After all she might come home in a day or so and tell you she has been having an affair and it is all over. You would look a fool to the police then, wouldn't you?" she told him.
"I think I may be able to help you find your wife, dear," Mrs. Gregson told him, and seeing how his eyes lit up at the mere mention of being able to find her, she went on:
'That is if you are a very good boy to me."
"Good boy to you? What do you mean Mrs. Gregson?" he asked, "please if you have anything that will help me find Sue tell me right away."
"All in good time ... all in good time," she teased him, "if you will do just as I tell you I will tell you about a certain phone call Sue had yesterday. A call that will, I think, be a vital clue for you."
"Alright ... alright Mrs. Gregson, have your little fun. But promise me you will tell me what you know?"
"Of course I will, dear, but first you must prove to me that you want this information about your wife. You must be a good boy ... "
Peter was puzzled. This quite attractive woman had never once called him anything near an endearing term until today. Never had she shown any interest in him and yet here she was calling him dear, and talking to him as if he were a mere boy. Be a good boy indeed! What did she think she was playing at?
Her next words told him a part of the game she was playing with him:
"Now, Peter my love," she said, moving smoothly across the room to where he sat and standing with her back to him as she looked at him over her shoulder, "drop down on to your knees behind me and kiss my bottom."
For a moment he was stunned, then as if in a dream he eased himself out of his chair and fell to his knees close behind her. Gripping her hips he pressed his face to the tight fitting skirt where it covered her well fleshed buttocks. He gave her several quite hard peeks of kisses on the skirt until she reached behind her and placed her hand on the top of his head.
"Not like that you stupid boy!" she said, her voice quite hard and cold, "I want your face under my clothing, get under my skirt!"
Bending lower Peter got his head under her skirt which she held up for him, then while she muttered something about his being a stupid clot she clawed her panties down to her lower thighs so that her large cheeks of butt flesh were naked for him.
He began to kiss the smooth hot flesh of her bottom until he felt her hands on either side of his face guiding it so that his mouth was in direct contact with her anus. For several minutes she let him kiss her bottom and then moving away from him she told him to get up and follow her up to her bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed and pointed to the chest of drawers:
"In that top drawer Peter, my sweet, you will find some clothing, some of my clothing. I want you to take off your suit and under things and put on my clothes."
Hardly believing what this attractive, if stern faced woman was telling him. Peter opened the drawer. He saw that it continued various items of feminine attire, including a pair of high heeled, open toe shoes. A strange thrill raced through him as he ran his hands through the silky flimsy under things that were in the drawer. He began to undress, blushing and feeling more than a little embarrassed as he saw her smiling all the time as she watched him.
When he had drawn the nylon stockings up his legs and fastened them to a frilly suspender girdle he had secured round his waist and then tried to stagger into the high heeled shoes Mrs. Gregson called him across to her before he could put on any more of the clothing. The idea of wearing her things had excited him. His penis was rearing stiffly up from his naked loins from under the lacey edge of the suspender girdle. She reached out and, taking a firm hold with both her hands on his penis, she squeezed it as hard as she could until he was forced to cry out.
"Aha, so this is the strong manly weapon you use on that pretty wife of yours, is it?" she chided him, "tell me Peter, darling, did you love pushing this prick right up Sue's cunt, tell me dearest, tell me if you liked sucking her tits."
He could not describe the weird way he felt at having his prick held by this woman while he was dressed in her stockings and shoes, and to hear her talking about the missing Sue only added to his lustful excitement. His cock was like a bar of iron and throbbing like a mad thing. He was lamentably sorry when she took her hands away from it.
"You haven't got a pretty wife to fuck now, have you my dearest?" she went on, teasing him, "so do you know what you have got to do? You have got to jack off yourself. Go on Peter, darling, let me see how you rub yourself off. Go on ... go on dearest, if you want me to tell you about that phone call Sue had. Do as I say ... go on ... toss yourself off."
Ashamed of himself and yet secretly wanting to give himself some sort of sexual relief he clapped his hand round his rearing shaft and commenced to go through the familiar motions of self abuse while the bright eyed woman watched and enjoyed his actions. First she watched his face and then his jerking hand and while he masturbated she kept on teasing him with her obscene chatter.
"Poor Peter darling, someone has taken his pretty wife from him. Now he's got to rub himself off instead of fucking her. Poor Peter, go on you darling, rub all that spunk up your pipe ... let me see how thick your seed is when you toss yourself off. Just think Peter darling, that pretty wife of yours is having another man's big prick stuffed into her cunt and you have got to rub yourself. Just think Peter, think of Sue's lovely cunt ... think of it ... think of it while you toss off."
Her words excited Peter beyond measure and his hand simply flew up and down his thickening prick as he strove to bring his orgasm to its peak. Suddenly it was upon him. He could not hold back, not wanting to soil her carpet or her stockings he was wearing, he tried all he could to catch and hold his jetting fluid in the palms of his hands.
EIGHT
The moment his prick subsided in its outflowings of juice Mrs. Gregson took his hands and held them to her face, rubbing the sticky wet slime of his spunk all over her chin and mouth and swallowing quite a quantity of it and not releasing his wrists until she had slobbered his hands clean of the semen.
Then, standing up from the bed upon which she had been sitting, she told him to kneel in front of her:
"Now reach up under my skirt and take my panties right down," she told him. He reached up under her skirt and as his hands rose towards her waist his arms forced the hem upwards so that her well fleshed white thighs above the tautly held nylon stockings met his gaze He loved the look of her plumpish thighs. She was more heavily built than Sue and this change he found exciting.
He got his trembling fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly and carefully began to draw them downwards. He saw at once that she was far more heavily-haired than Sue. As soon as he drew the panties a few inches downwards he saw the thick dark tufts of her pube hair showing. When he lowered the garment sufficiently to expose her genital region itself he caught his breath and gazed at the very hairy, thickly lipped vagina.
She stroked the top of his head as if he had been a dog and bending her knees and opening her thighs a little more she murmured:
"There you are, Peter darling, there's a lovely cunt for you, eh? Look at my nice thick wet lips, what a lovely sucking fanny it is, isn't it, eh Peter darling? You are trying to imagine what it would be like to push that spunked off prick of yours right inside it, aren't you? Well, you are not going to find out what paradise my cunt will provide for that cock of yours-not yet at any rate. First I'm going to rub my cunt all over your face. Keep still, Peter darling ... there ... there ... how does that feel, eh? That's helping you forget about Sue, isn't it? You don't need a wife as pretty as Sue when you can have a cunt like mine all over your face, do you?"
From a range of about a couple of inches Peter was gazing in lustful admiration at the slightly puffed and very thick cunt lips of this woman. She was as randily aroused as he was and the pinkish rolls of flesh glistened with her love juice that had oozed from the inner membranes of the mature vaginal opening. The young man suddenly found himself gasping for breath as she leaned more forward with her thighs agape and compressed his mouth and nostrils full against the warm wetness of her quim.
Suddenly she pushed his shoulders. He fell backwards and while he was getting his legs from beneath him she showed him she wanted him to lay on the carpet beside her bed on his back, while she squatted over him, her legs astraddle his shoulders, her cunt down on to his upturned face. As she was facing his feet she could easily lean forward enough to clasp in her hands his now erecting penis. While she wriggled her genital region all over his open mouth and nose she slowly rubbed his penis shaft with long deliberate strokes.
Never had the young husband felt like this with Sue. Never had he felt so excitedly randy as he did now with this wet hot moist gash of an older woman's cunt being squashed down on to his face. Her hand was cleverly masturbating him while slowly the sensation came over him that he was actually a part of her cunt. The smelling odor of female sex ... the indescribable taste of her sex juice and the sex flesh that filled his mouth ... he felt with ever increasing excitement that he was becoming more and more a part of her body.
As if from another world he heard her muffled voice. His ears were covered by her thighs. He could just hear her. She was babbling on about him not needing a wife, not wanting Sue again. She would give him all he wanted. The hand that was rapidly flashing up and down his aching prick stem seemed to be intent on drawing all his spunk from him again, despite the great spend he had wanked off himself a few minutes ago.
Mrs. Gregson was well aware that her young lover was fast approaching his second orgasm. She eased her thighs slightly further apart to allow his ears more freedom. She spoke louder to him. Now he could hear her plainly. As his spunk began to boil and move in his balls he heard her saying:
"Darling Peter, you don't want a pretty little wife like Sue, you want a woman who is randy. A woman who can excite you, a woman like me who can make you sex mad, my darling. You don't need Sue ... let your wife have all her cock somewhere else, you have your loving with me, dearest ... "
Her hand flashed up and down with an even faster and more urgent stroking and then great blobs of sticky spunk began to spurt upwards in fierce throbs as for the second time in less than half an hour Peter's prick was handled to its orgasm.
He was still spread out on the carpet breathing heavily and feeling exhausted but very contented and happy, when the front door bell rang. Mrs. Gregson quickly adjusted her skirt and hurried down to the door. A moment later Peter was astonished when she came back into her bedroom-accompanied by a man, a bull necked ugly sort of man who was introduced to him as Mr. Gregson!
The Gregson's laughed at Peter's embarrassment as the young man tried to hide his near nakedness from the grinning man.
"Don't worry about him, darling Peter," the woman said, "I have told him that your wife has left you and that I am trying to give you some comfort."
The man bent and roughly pulled away from
Peter the sheet he was using to try and cover himself:
"I like to see a nice looking young man like you dressed in my wife's stockings and girdle," he laughed, and then went on, "I'm sorry to hear Mrs. Maine has left, though. I came along this afternoon hoping to give her another good fucking."
"A ... good ... fucking! What do you mean?" stammered Peter. The two Gregson's laughed again at his expression.
"Don't be so shocked, darling," said Mrs. Gregson, "Your wife loved having my husband's cock stuffed into her. You surely don't imagine your prick was enough to satisfy a pretty young thing like Sue, do you darling? She loved prick, just as you love cunt, my cunt!"
Mr. Gregson smilingly pushed Peter down again on his back: "I came here expecting to fuck your wife and instead I find you indulging with my wife. Never mind ... you are a nice young man ... let me see how much you love my wife's cunt ... come on dear, straddle him, let me see his face between your legs."
Mrs. Gregson resumed her position. This time she faced the young man's head instead of his legs as she lowered he cunt down to his upturned and flushed face. Her husband watched her as the young man opened his mouth and greedily began to gobble at the moist sticky cunt lips. Mr. Gregson slipped his hand down to his wife's clitoris and rubbed it until he forced her to have her orgasm and they both looked down between her thighs to see the young man eagerly sucking and swallowing every drop of her come.
When at last she rose from the panting young man, Peter saw that Mr. Gregson had opened his trousers and was slowly jacking off his tool. A thrilling tremor went through him as he realized he was looking at the prick of another man which had been up Sue's cunt. Mrs. Gregson must have read his thoughts for she took his wrist and made him clasp her husband's rigid prick as she muttered, "There Peter darling, feel how hard my husband's cock is, dear. This was the lovely stiff cock your wife Sue loved, now you are going to watch this same prick fucking me and making me happy."
The Gregsons had not been on loving terms for a long time and old Gregson was pleasantly surprised to hear his wife say this. He had been looking forward to having the pretty Sue but now that this was not possible to have his wife as the next best thing and seeing her and this handsome young behaving in such an obscene way had made him desire her all the more.
"And when I've filled her with my spunk you can fill her with yours, young man," old Gregson chuckled as they watched Mrs. Gregson stripping completely naked and getting on her back on the bed. "After all," Mr. Gregson went on, "I enjoyed myself with my prick inside your wife, Sue, so its only fair I should let you have your prick inside my wife, eh?"
The clue that Mrs. Gregson had promised to give Peter was not mentioned. In fact Peter was ashamed to admit even to himself that he was now not so desperately obsessed with the desire to find Sue just yet. Mrs. Gregson had opened up a completely new and thrilling way of sexuality to him and while he watched the backside of old Gregson heaving and falling between her legs he knew that he would be content and happy to get his sex with this randy mature woman for as long as she allowed him to use her body and she use his.
NINE
Round about the time that Peter was enjoying his new thrills with Mr. and Mrs. Gregson, his pretty wife was herself experiencing new sensations. The plans that had been made to have her on board ship quickly did not materialize and as there was some delay she was kept locked in the cellar of that terraced house of evil to which she had been lured by the telephone call from Abdul.
From the hard bed to which she was secured by the right wrist to the bedpost Sue watched Mrs. Herbert come into the cellar and after exchanging a few words of comfort with the tired and frightened young wife the matronly figure of this older woman began to be exposed to Sue.
She watched the blouse being undone and removed and then standing near the bed Mrs. Herbert fondled her large pendulous breasts with both her hands while the young wife watched. Then the woman slipped off her skirt so that Sue saw her heavy sheathed in a tight fitting girdle of shining black satinex. From above the waist band of her girdle and also where the edges gripped the plump thighs wads of white flesh overflowed.
Sue's eyes never left the woman as Mrs. Herbert opened the small drawer in the bedside table. From it she carefully lifted two objects and placed them on the table top. One was wrapped in a covering of black silk and was oblong in shape, the other was a packet of Durex. Puzzled Sue watched the woman take the slither of rubber from the packet and then from a small green bottle that she took from the shelf over the bedside table she poured a fluid into the unrolled rubbed sheath. When the condom was three parts full she held it by the open end and let it dangle playfully over Sue's face. Then she tied a small knot in the neck of the sheath so that the fluid could not escape.
Placing the condom on the edge of the table top Mrs. Herbert quickly slipped Sue's skirt down and off over her feet and just as rapidly and easily the panties followed the skirt. Now with a strange smile on her face the woman got her fingers to the young wife's slightly pouting cunt lips and for several minutes massaged them and fondled them until Sue was softly moaning and writhing on the bed.
Sue's eyes were flickering from this expert masturbation but she kept them wide open when she saw Mrs. Herbert reach across and pick up the object in the black silk. From the silk oblong unwrapped an object that made the eyes of the watching
Sue boggle. A thick, long artificial prick made of rubber and colored a vivid crimson. It looked a lust provoking if fearful instrument of sexual delight. From the lower base of the shaft hung two imitation testicles as large as tennis balls and around these and the lower part of the stem of the dildo quite a thick flurry of real hair had been secured.
Taking the cunt tormenter in her hand Mrs. Herbert smiled down at Sue: "Open your pretty legs my dear, I am going to give you a little treat."
The lovely shapely legs of the young woman slowly opened and the older woman, bending over her, slowly ran the fat knob of the rubber monster round the outer rim of the slightly moist cunt. Sue began to pant. She lay back with her eyes closed as gradually Mrs. Herbert worked the fat rubber stem into the vaginal mouth and slowly inserted it more deeply. When about three parts of the rubber prick was wedged inside the stretched fanny Mrs. Herbert let go of the base of the instrument and getting Sue's blouse open and her bra off she spent ten minutes massaging and milking the young woman's aroused nipples. Sue was very quickly reduced to a slobbering writhing semi-naked piece of randy womanhood and satisfied she had worked her up to her satisfaction Mrs. Herbert reached across and picked up the filled rubber condom and told Sue to open her mouth.
Now Mrs. Herbert held the rubber sheath over Sue's open mouth so that she could suck on it as if it were a prick and at the same time the thick rubber cock was agitated to and fro in her randy hole between her thighs.
Despite its thickness the imitation cock was buried completely inside Sue's pratt and now as she writhed Mrs. Herbert fucked her hard with the dildo with strokes first short and jerky then long and steady until very soon Sue gave a muffled scream and her entire body went taut and stiff. Her eyes were wide open, staring almost madly, up into the grinning face of the woman as she bent over her victim.
"Bite the rubber, bite the rubber, bite it ... " the woman screamed at Sue. As her sharp teeth drove a small hole into the bloated condom the fluid gushed from it and down her throat. It tasted like spunk. It was a concoction a chemist friend of Mrs. Herbert made up for her and it did taste like the male seed. It gave Sue the sensation that she had sucked off a prick that was capable of spending about ten times the normal amount of spunk when it had its orgasm.
When the thick crimson rubber prick was withdrawn from the stretched fanny, it was covered in a greyish film of the young woman's come. The reason it was crimson was that when it was used, as it often was, on young girls who were virgins, it did not show the blood so much and so did not frighten the youngsters as the sight of their blood on a white prick would do. The great cock had not drawn blood from this well fucked young wife but it had certainly made her have a come that she would remember for a long time.
Mrs. Herbert, well pleased with her little game with her prisoner, helped her get her panties, skirt and blouse on again before leaving her, still breathing heavily, on that hard bed to which she was tethered by the wrist
* * *
Although the attractive Mrs. Sue Maine had not been taken aboard a boat as planned, the fifteen year old Betty was already on her way to the shores of East Africa. She found she was to share the bed for the journey with not only the old rought Captain, but his first mate, an equally rough and randy old devil. It seemed the long nights were spent continually on her back, her slender shapely legs bent and forced upwards so that her knees were to her breasts. One or other of her two sleeping companions would be on top of her belly, his stiff penis thrust right up into her warm receptive cunt nest.
After her initial soreness and shock had worn off by the third night out from port the youngster found she was beginning to actually enjoy the love-making of her two elderly bunk companions. She began to respond to their fucking, which was just as well for the destination to which she was bound would provide her with a continual supply of large black prick. The African chief she was to be sold to paid very well for young and pretty white meat and this fifteen year old would fetch a good price and be worth every last piece of gold the captain would receive in exchange for her body.
The first mate in particular seemed to have a prick that sported a great swollen knob that sent shivers of sheer pleasure right through the youngster whenever he really went to work on her lithe body. At first she had hated herself for experiencing this pleasure with a man as old and as repulsive as this aged mariner, but her flesh was too strong and her will power too weak for her to keep up a mock resistance very long.
After one long and very rewarding fucking he had given her she found herself crawling across his tired old body and kissing his face and mouth as if he had been a young handsome boy friend or husband and she was in love with him. The old sailor smiled to himself. He had got this youngster going well now; he had made her as randy as he liked to have young pretty girls. Taking her face in his hands he guided it down to his thickly-haired chest and made her kiss his nipples and suck the hair. She willingly complied with his silent wishes and even when he forced her head lower down towards his great stomach she did not resist.
Her warm soft lips kissed and her moist tongue licked all across his fat paunch. It was but a short distance for him to get her mouth now down to his penis. Her kisses changed to a sucking motion as he got her to wrap her open lips over his rampant knob.
Oh yes, by the time she was sold to her African master the young Betty would be well versed in all manner of perversions and prove a veritable bundle of charm for the negro pricks she was destined to receive.
