Paul Snow had been married and happily-humping the dark, beautiful Lavinia nearly four years. His life had settled down to the routine of a senior civil servant working in the Ministry of Health, and to fidelity to fucking only Lavinia.
He often looked back on his hectic sex life as a boy, an adolescent and at Oxford; but for some reason he felt no particular nostalgia for the excitement of those years.
But everything changed when Lavinia was killed in an air crash on her way home from a short holiday in Majorca. For a few weeks Paul lived in a state of stunned shock, unable to believe that there was now no Lavinia in his life. Suddenly he had to face the reality that he was alone; that he was only twenty-four and had to start life all over again.
He did not fully realize how profoundly he was to be affected by the loss of Lavinia; it was simply that he was lonely and began to seek new companions, and for some months he was content to spend week-ends at the homes of his friends, play chess with one of his office colleagues every Thursday, and put in a night at the local pub once or so a week. But the real truth about his horny and hard-up position began to make itself felt when he found himself walking the streets looking for women. It was then that he realized how tremendously Lavinia had altered his life, and how much she had really meant to him.
For the love and affection that Lavinia had given him, he now had to accept the superficial hump-pleasure of a night in bed here, a night in bed there. Hardly satisfied, still less fulfilled by such nights, he found himself seeking ever more outlandish sexual experiences. He sometimes felt thoroughly ashamed at the practices he indulged in, but every night and week-end he was driven inexorably to new and strange screwing adventures, his mind being taken up entirely with fucking when, he was not actually engaged on his work as a civil servant. In some strange way he was trying to find a compensation for the loss of Lavinia, but he knew that he could never find another woman like her and that, therefore, he would always be driven to look for satisfaction in new and bizarre ways.
Deep in his heart he was very bitter at the loss of Lavinia. If he had been religious he would have cried out to God in his anguish: How could He take her away from him? The woman that had so completely fulfilled him? And his bitterness drove him to a deep resentment against life and society that, in turn, led him to despise and reject its moral laws. If the world could treat him like that, then he would take whatever he needed, without regard to law or morality. Like a Superman hero he would be a law unto himself.
It was with such dark thoughts as these that he walked through St. James's Park late one summer evening just as dusk was descending. A young girl of, perhaps, fourteen or fifteen was walking a little ahead of him, but for a while he did not notice her. But as he walked along the Mall he drew level with her and was at once struck by her beautiful face. Then it was that he looked at her figure for the first time and realized what an immensely attractive female she was, that, despite her youth, she made an immense appeal to him. Well, if he could get her, he reflected, he would certainly fuck her and no one would stop him.
Since his youth he had never screwed a really young girl, and now he was suddenly feeling excited at the thought of shoving his big cock into a teenage girl, a girl who might even be a virgin. He had frigged with ten or twenty women during the previous desolate weeks, some of them old, some young, some white, some black; and he had indulged in orgies on more than one occasion. He had also found some strange satisfaction in taking a blind girl of about nineteen back to his flat and forcibly raping her. But so far he had not indulged a desire for young girls. Here was his chance to begin, he thought.
They walked almost side by side up the Mall. As they approached Buckingham Palace it was rapidly getting dark and Paul decided to make an approach as soon as they got into the quieter part of Constitution Hill, or, if she went the other way, to take the first opportunity to talk to her in Buckingham Palace Road. Luckily she went up Constitution Hill where there was hardly a person in sight.
"Do you know the way to Knightsbridge? I think I'm right, but - ?" he asked the girl.
"Oh, yes, this is the way. I'm going to Brompton Road. I'll show you if you like," she smiled at him, her eyes searching his face as she did so.
"Fine. I've not been down here for a year or two, I've always lived in North London - Hampstead - and I always seem to get mixed up in my directions round here. You must think it's very stupid of me." He knew he was talking nonsense but somehow he found himself doing it compulsively as he was trying desperately hard to put the girl at her ease before making the next move. "Do you live here?" He was struck by the stupidity of his own invention. Soon he would be talking to her about the weather!
"I live in Chelsea, but I am going to stay over-night with a girl friend in Brompton Road because her parents are away. She's at school with me. I've just been for my music lesson." She spoke earnestly and with candor in her voice and eyes, but she also looked at the man scrutinizingly as she went on chattering to him. He began to think there was no need to beat about the bush; she seemed a kind of free, intelligent girl he could talk to quite openly and frankly.
"Well, why don't you and your girl friend have a coffee with me first. You could phone her or bring her along. What about that place called the 'Sallambo'? Does she live near Harrods?"
Then to his surprise the girl said that he could have coffee at her friend's apartment.
"Oh, there's no need to go to a coffee-bar. I'm sure my friend will give you - us - coffee. What's your name, by the way, as I'll have to introduce you. She'll think I've picked you up," she laughed. "Mine's Gina, and my friend is Angelique, but she's younger than I am. She's fifteen, I'm sixteen next month." So he had all the information he needed.
As he told her his name he looked at her again and felt a thrill of excitement go through him as he visualized the possibility of shoving his stiff dick into her. It would be a change from all the older cunts of the last few months. She was fresh and unspoiled - and there was another one, only fifteen, where they were going ... Good God! he thought, if they don't let me fuck them voluntarily I might even rape them ...
Gina did not bother to ring her friend, and they were soon on the doorstep at 3 Lancaster Court. He heard Angelique call out, "Is that you Gina" and when Gina answered her, the latch was slipped back and the door opened to admit them - and to take Paul's breath away. She had come to the door naked - a lovely firm-breasted, long-legged teenager, with ravishing black hair and a golden skin the color of light coffee. Before she had time to run away they were in the flat and Gina was saying, "Don't be scared. This is Paul, Angelique. She is from Martinique. Don't be shy, I'm sure Paul won't mind your being nude."
The girl was obviously embarrassed but did not rush away as might have been expected but walked ahead of them, opened the sitting-room door and waved them in. "Oh, how nice," she said, "I'll just get my wrap."
In a few minutes they were listening to the latest group, Paul on the sofa, the two girls lying on cushions on the floor. The coffee was ready and Gina had taken over as hostess.
"Well, I'm lucky to know such an attractive couple of young girls," said Paul. "I was really a bit lonely tonight."
"Goodie," said Gina. "We like you, too. You could stay the night if you wanted to. There's a spare bedroom."
"Yes, you can stay if you wish," confirmed the dark-eyed Angelique, eyeing him up and down as she spoke.
It was almost too good to be true.
"Well, it would be nice. I will if I may. It will save me going back to Hampstead." He was so taken back at his good fortune that for the next hour he scarcely noticed the time, and was too pleased with himself to start any hump-move in the direction of the girls. Getting them to fuck, he felt, would somehow work out. And indeed it did!
About midnight Gina showed him the spare room and, after pointing out the bathroom, she left him, shouting out "Good night!" This all happened rather suddenly and Paul was too taken back to take action. He was alone in the small bedroom with two young girls in some other part of the flat.
He undressed and got into bed. He did not at once turn out the light, but took up a copy of "Vogue" lying on the bedside table. As he flicked through its pages he began to ask himself whether it wouldn't be better, after all, to leave the girls alone. He had almost decided on that course, despite his rising hardon, when there was a knock on the door and in came Gina. She was in a shortie nightdress.
"Oh, I thought I ought to say 'Good night' to you properly. I suppose I was very abrupt before." She looked at him steadily as she walked across the room and reached his bedside. He reached out and took her in his arms and kissed her lovely sensuous lips.
"Oh, I'm so glad," he said. "Look why not come into my bed for a bit?" He had taken the plunge.
"Well, if you'd like me to. But I can't let you fuck me, I'm still a virgin." Paul said nothing as she clambered in beside him. He knew that once she was in bed with him, nothing would stop him from shoving his erect cock right up her twat, virgin or not ...
He took her in his arms and pressed his body against hers, feeling her hard nipples against his chest through her flimsy nightdress. She opened her mouth to his kisses and soon he was probing her with his tongue.
But his hands were roving over her body and the short nightie, now above her hips, gave him freedom to feel everything from her well-formed lush tits to her lovely rounded knees. But it was not long before his fingers were concentrated on her cuntlips. Her legs were tight together, but he pried them apart and ran his middle finger upwards from the entrance to her cunt to the top of her slit.
"Ooooh," she moaned, "I never expected it to be like this ... it's so wonderfully exciting ..."
"Is it the first time you've been in bed with a man?"
"Yes, like this. I've necked with boys but I've never been almost naked. And I've never been touched like that right in my pussy ... ooh, oooh!" she squealed ecstatically.
Paul had his index finger on her clitoris and was gently massaging it as she squirmed beneath him. His mouth was again clamped to hers and they exchanged tongues and saliva. Pressing against her belly was his erect and throbbing big cock which, so far, the girl had neither seen nor touched.
Paul continued to excite her as he played with her clitoris and, from time to time, moved his fingers the full length of her twat, from the bush-hair at the top down to her very crotch, introducing a delicate finger into the wetness which seemed to exude from her sweet cunt. Her response was dramatic when he actually pushed a finger into her cunt: she cried out and wriggled her ass sensuously, her legs now widely parted.
Paul knew that it would not be difficult to shove his cock into her now, but for a while he continued to rouse her in every way open to him. He raised her nightie so that he could take her breasts into his hands, and then he moved his lips to her right nipple and sucked it avidly, the girl showing her delight by her continuous cries and moans of delight.
"I think you'd be better off without your nightie, Gina," he said as he raised his body and began to pull it over her head. She made no objection and soon she was completely naked at his side.
He was now carried away with his hump-lust. He had not frigged a young cunt like this since his schooldays when he used to fuck with the friends of his sister, Ursula. And since his wife's death, there had been nobody to equal this lovely teenager. His excitement knew no bounds as his hands roved over her smooth skin and his stiff prick pressed against her thigh, his lips pressed to hers.
Now he parted her legs and got between them, placing his dick at the entrance to her moist, hot nooky.
"No, no, Paul," she said. "Please don't I don't know why, but I don't think I should."
"There's nothing to fear. You'll like it and I'll see you don't get pregnant. I want to put my prick into you for a bit and then I promise to pull it out. Come on, darling."
She did not speak and Paul shoved his prick into the entrance to her vagina. She was wet and receptive and he was able to force his dick-head a little way in. But then he came up against her maidenhead. He pulled back a bit then jerked it forward, back again, and forward in short sharp jerks. Then he tried simply pressing against her cherry for a while. Then back and a hard lunge which brought a cry of pain from her; back and another lunge and suddenly her hymen was ruptured and Paul had no doubt that she was no longer a virgin.
He had a sudden desire to look at and kiss her cunt.
He pulled out his prick and swung round so that his head was between her legs. Like a mad thing he began to lick her cunt and taste the cunt-juices flowing from her. The more he tasted the more frenzied he became and soon he was swinging round, his mouth covered with her vaginal secretions and he was again pushing his prick into her as he brought his lips down to hers. She writhed in agonizing delight and pain as he now began to screw her - quite literally. He rammed his prick up her tight cunt from every possible angle, sometimes almost lifting her from the bed as he raked the upper-lining of her pussy, and then plunging deep into her as he directed his dick downwards.
He was soon tingling through his body with the approach of his orgasm; his prick was hot and his balls felt heavy with semen. He would have to be careful. For a time he moved in her very slowly and kissed her gently; but after a While he had stifled the most urgent part of his hump-desire and he was able to start fucking her again with renewed energy. And then suddenly he came out of her cunny.
"Do you like it?" he panted as he got up from the bed.
"Yes, oooh, yes, Please go on," sighed the girl.
"I'm putting on a contraceptive; it's a new kind, very thin - almost as if I had nothing on. You'll be quite safe now." And Paul pulled on a recently marketed condom of the wet-skin type, got back on the bed, and plunged his prick into her waiting, now desperately hot and avid cunt.
Now he fucked her with all his power, ramming his virile, stiff prick into her lovely young pussy as he held her by the buttocks, gripping her soft cheeks with his fingers and occasionally digging in his nails. She moved her body to his cock-thrusting motions and clung to him with her arms and lips as he drove his prick deep into her girlish twat. Soon she was moaning her delight as she felt her climax approaching and then Paul, taking a few long slow probes began to ram his prick home with a violence that was inspired by a lust for the girl he had not felt for anyone for a very long time. Smashing his cock home in a final burst of energy he suddenly let go and his sperm was filling the contraceptive as the girl cried out in her agony and delight, experiencing the ecstasy of her first orgasm with a man, with a prick inside her ...
They lay for a time and Paul kissed her tenderly as he held her close. "What about your friend?" he then asked her. "Do you think she would like to join us?"
"No, it wouldn't be a good idea. But I shall talk to her and tell her how wonderful fucking was with you, and perhaps she will agree another time. I think she's very conscious of sex, perhaps more than I am."
"Well, don't you think that if she saw us she'd be excited? Go on, Gina love, fetch her in, then I can fuck you both."
"Oh, all right, I'll ask her. But don't give all of that darling cock of yours to her if she does come," she smiled as she leapt out of the bed and went to fetch Angelique.
Paul could not believe his good fortune. He thought back on the desperate weeks since his wife's death and his search for sex and just anything to hump. He recalled, in particular his desperation one night taking him to fuck a woman of fifty or so. He felt a sense of revulsion as he thought of her in bed: her upper arms sagged, her breasts like two old leather pouches, her belly sticking out, and her cunt large enough for two. Ugh! And now he had just had his prick in a lovely girlish vagina, never before used by anyone, and he had had the joy of sucking her sweetish cunt-juice (he felt now a slight revulsion as he thought of that!), of fucking her completely, and enjoying her lips, breasts, thighs, buttocks and all. Oh, what a delight she had been, and she was now to bring her friend ...
The two girls came in the room and they were both naked.
"Angelique wants to come in the bed with us. I've told her that you have a wonderful prick that will take care of her if she wants to do it ... "
Nothing more was said and in a few moments he was lying between the two teenagers unable to believe his luck. He turned first to Gina and kissed her whispering in her ear his thanks for her kindness. Then he leaned over the dark-eyed and dark-skinned Angelique and they looked into each other's eyes in the half-light of the room. He knew that she was ready to accept his dick.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked her quietly.
"No," she said. "I have had one lover before, but he was only a boy."
"Then my cock won't hurt much and we shall be able to enjoy ourselves," Paul said as he began to stroke her breasts and rouse her nipples so that in a few seconds they stood out from her large breasts like red bullets.
Then Paul felt that merely to fuck her would not give him as much pleasure as doing something with the two girls together. He would fuck her later. He then lay on his back and told Angelique to get hold of his prick and as she did so he pushed her head down onto it. She knew what to do and she was soon sucking and licking his head and shaft with her luscious wet mouth.
Now he asked Gina to kiss him and for a few minutes he had the exquisite joy of being kissed on the lips and prick at the same time, and by two young teenagers!
Then he told Gina to straddle his face and lower her cunt onto his mouth. She put her legs over him, knelt across him and then lowered her vagina over his face as he had suggested. His tongue rapidly sought her cunt and soon he was probing and licking it avidly as Angelique continued to suck his stiff prick.
He writhed with delight as the two girls, becoming more excited began to use their bodies more unashamedly. Gina rubbed her oozing cunt furiously up and down his face, pushing it onto his nose one moment and then almost smothering him as she rammed it hard against his mouth. The other girl had her hands on his balls and she tickled them and dug her nails in as she released masses of hot saliva over his cock which from time to time she took deep into her mouth.
He felt unable to restrain himself anymore and he began to buck his ass up and down so that his prick moved vigorously past Angelique's lips, and then suddenly he began to ejaculate his hot sperm in her mouth. Some of it hit the back of her throat and she withdrew her mouth to swallow it as the rest spurted into her face and over her breasts. Gina, too, reached her orgasm at the same moment and Paul felt her cunt-juices flowing freely over his mouth and face as she fell forward, her belly covering his head ... she was squealing happily as the ecstatic tremors of coming shot through her cunt.
Ten minutes later he was taking Angelique in his arms as Gina lay happily at his side. He fondled her lovely breasts and then began to finger her wet slit. He tasted her and found she had the kind of clean sexy smell he liked. Then he got between her legs and without further ado prepared to fuck her.
His cock was in her hot cunt and he was pushing it slowly up her clinging vagina. He thought her twat felt even more exciting than Gina, but that was perhaps because she was younger. He had never dreamed three or four hours ago that he would be fucking a sixteen-year-old and a fifteen-year-old within a few minutes of each other, and one of them a virgin. And he had indulged in one of those somewhat sexually off-beat activities that were now beginning to appeal to him: he had sucked the cunt of a virgin. His lust was roused to frenzied fever-pitch as he felt the legs of the girl grip his waist, her hands raked his shoulders and her cunt moved up to meet his second thrust. Her lips eagerly sought his at the same time and her tongue was now searching his mouth, teeth and gums. She certainly knew how to make love ... a real swinger!
He put all he knew into fucking her and it was not long before he decided he would either have to put on a rubber or indulge in coitus interruptus. He felt he preferred the latter this time, and so he began to thrust his prick into her lovely teenage twat with all his power, increasing his tempo for a while, then slowing down, before a final burst of rapid shoves deep into her pussy brought him to his climax. At the very last second, as the girl cried out in her ecstasy, he withdrew from her and splashed his hot cock-juice between her legs, a little of the semen just hitting her outer cuntlips.
Chapter Two
Paul left two well-fucked girls early next morning feeling more pleased with himself than he had done for a very long time. He had arranged to screw them again on the week-end; he was to telephone Angelique on Saturday morning to find out whether her parents were away or not. If they were they hoped he would visit them in Knightsbridge. If not, and they could get away, they would come to his apartment in Hampstead.
But there was nearly a week to wait and Paul in his present mood could not wait without sex or some sort of hump indulgence that long.
It was in that frame of mind that he visited a discotheque in Soho and picked up a strikingly lovely blonde of about twenty-seven. She readily agreed to go back to his flat, though it was nearly two in the morning.
She had a beautiful, sensuous figure, slim with more than adequate meat in the right places, even a suggestion of plumpness in her ass. Certainly she wriggled her ass most effectively as she walked and showed off at the same time the most lovely hips he had seen for a long time. Her long, blonde hair reached to her waist, and her curvaceous breasts bobbed up and down under her blouse.
She was not long in coming to the point. On the way back in Paul's car she said she would like to stay with him all night as it was too late to get home to Surbiton. "And I'd like you to sock it to me!" she added.
Paul was delighted: two teenagers one week, a beautiful blonde of twenty-seven asking you to fuck her the next!
As soon as they reached his place they went to his bedroom.
"Please undress me," she said.
The strange thing about her, as Paul was to find out, was that she was entirely frigid. But she behaved like a nymphomaniac. "I like to be undressed by a man, it gives me a thrill," she added. Little did Paul know that that was the only thrill she got out of fucking at that time.
He went over to her and undid the buttons of her blouse, taking it back over her shoulders and throwing it on the bed. She wore a navy-blue bra with contrasting white edges, and, as he was to see shortly, she wore a matching girdle to assist a slightly protruding belly and keep up her stockings. When he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor he looked at her figure with admiration, breasts sticking through the tight bra, lovely hips under a blue girdle, holding up stockings that encased her beautiful legs. But no panties! Her bush and naked cunt were completely exposed!
She must have guessed his thoughts. "No, I never wear them," she said. "There's absolutely no need really." It was certainly very convenient for a quick lay, thought Paul.
She jumped onto the bed and lay back, waiting for him to take off her underwear. But Paul liked the idea of making love to her in her bra and girdle - at least for a While. He recalled his love for girl's underclothing and the times when, at Oxford, he had dressed as a woman. He felt he would rather like a bra and girdle like these.
He took her in his arms and brought his lips to hers. They were cold and unresponsive, and he felt her go taut as he began to fondle her breasts and ass through her undies. As much as she wanted cock she always reacted, quite involuntarily, in this way, when a man actively began to screw her. Paul persevered but found that he had difficulty in opening her legs.
The girl, sensing Paul's disappointment, began to explain.
"I'm sorry. I've always wanted to have an orgasm, to have sex uninhibitedly, but I cannot. Every time I get to this stage I feel terrified. I have had fuck forced on me a few times but I never enjoyed it. Most men don't bother but give up when they see how I react to their cocks and find me too unresponsive. Don't leave me now," she added almost pleadingly.
Paul had an idea. He went over to his dressing-table and took out a vibro massager from one of the drawers. He had once heard of a girl who never got an orgasm until she had one for the first time with the use of a high-speed massager on her clitoris.
He plugged in the vibrator and fixed the small button-shaped head to the vibrating axis. At first he slowed down the speed to "slow". Then he sat at the side of the girl and, gently prying open the top of her slit, he parted her cuntlips and managed to find her clitoris.
He began talking to her soothingly as he applied the vibrator to her bud. "You never told me your name." And when she said it was Valerie, he went on: "Well, Valerie I've known plenty of frigid women and quite a few of them got over their frigidity. This massager might rouse your clitoris and once that happens you may be able to relax. Then your whole feeling about the fuck act would change. You would probably be able to make it after all." He knew that psychologically speaking what he was saying was unsound: a woman was frigid for psychological reasons, and that was that. But there was just a small percentage of cases, he thought, where shyness, inhibitness and actual lack of any success at stimulating the girl's clitoris all during fucking were the cause, and once such a woman achieved an orgasm there might be a release of tension, a sort of "break-through."
The vibrating head had little effect on the girl's cunt, but then he turned the small dial and speeded it up. At about half speed her heard a slight moan escape from her and he saw that her clitoris was enlarged, though it still remained relatively small. And then he turned the vibrator up to full speed. After five or ten seconds there was a perceptible change in the girl. She began to open her legs and press her cunt against the head of the massager, while she wriggled her ass and began to call out to him.
"Oh, go on, it's beginning to feel nice. It's quite exciting. Ooooh, ooooaah! Don't stop now, I think I'm coming. It's a wonderful feeling." And suddenly she was panting and moaning in ecstasy as a climax overcame her and Paul saw the tension go from her body as she lay panting for breath and writhing her spasming belly in her delight at the long-awaited orgasm she had sought.
He immediately put down the vibrator and getting on top of the girl forced his prick into her. Her vagina was warm and wet, perhaps not what he would have described as responsive, but manifestly in a condition she had probably never achieved before. He wasted no time and began to fuck her as he kissed her lips and fondled her breasts, ramming his stiff cock in and out of her hot twat enthusiastically. The girl lay still on the bed underneath him, but gradually he felt a responsive movement and she began to lift her asscheeks a little to his thrust. She also put her arms round his neck and pulled him closer, seeking his lips with hers.
He came and shot his wad inside her twat very quickly. Somehow he was more than usually excited by having used the massager on her, and at the fact that he had got some sort of response from a frigid woman. After all, he thought, a frigid woman has her uses when you know how to warm up her pussy ...
The following night he took her back again and this time she responded more readily. She opened her legs almost as soon as she lay back on the bed and he was able to enjoy her breasts and lips before he turned to her cunt. He pushed his face down between her legs and his tongue licked her cunt lips, gradually probing between them. And then his tongue found her clitoris and for some minutes, as his nose got the somewhat salty and fishy smell of her cunt, he licked and sucked at her vagina as it dribbled with her cunt-juice.
And then his mouth sought her cunt-hole and soon his tongue was probing three or four inches into her passage. He was surprised to find a slight taste of blood and he soon realized that she was beginning to menstruate.
"Is your period due?" he asked her.
"I suppose so, why, have I started. Oh, I'm sorry," she said genuinely upset.
"Yes I think you've just started. It may make you more horny and finally confirm you out of your frigidity. I don't mind." Not only did he not mind. He was excited and he got down between her legs again and sucked at the menstruating vagina. His face was soon covered in her ooze and he felt a strange new excitement. In his lust he thought back to a few days before when he had tasted the juice of a virgin's ruptured hymen, and now he was tasting menstrual secretion. He thought to himself that he was certainly indulging in some outlandish perversions, and wondered if they were known to Kraft-Ebbing, the famous psychologist of perverted sex.
The taste was becoming unpleasant and he got up and went over to his bathroom and washed his face and rinsed out his mouth. But he was now eager to put his prick into her pussy and soon he was between her legs and pushing it into her. As he brought it down for the first time he looked at the base of his prick and saw that it was streaked with her twat-juices. This excited his lust to frenzy point and in a few seconds he was fucking her as if his life depended on it. She was warm and responsive and clung to him as she gave her cunt to him wholly and without restraint. He could feel the red liquid in her vagina and hear the squelch of her cunt-juice as he rammed home his prick. Now his lust was beyond control and he dug his nails into her buttocks, and his teeth into her neck. In a few minutes, the two of them writhing in their lust, they came together and he was shooting his spunk into her to mix with her menstrual juice and her cunt secretions ...
It was a few days to the week-end when he would be phoning Angelique, so he arranged to see the girl again the following night. But for some reason - he was to find out later that she was really unwell - she did not turn up and he found himself at loose ends, and with a hardon that had no cunt to take care of it.
He telephoned a number of girls he had gotten to know during the previous few months, but he met with no success.
It was at that moment when he was contemplating a new visit to the discotheque when his door-bell rang. He went to open it and there on the step was his sister Ursula.
Ursula was a very attractive, fair-haired girl some two or three years younger than Paul. She worked as a air hostess for one of the Scandinavian lines and from time to time spent a night or two in London. In the past, when Lavinia had been alive, she had often spent the night with them, or even stayed for a week-end. She was unusually gifted, spoke three or four languages, and played the violin. Paul had frigged with her when he was at school, but no mention of their fuck experience had been made since that time. Paul was sure that Ursula would be shocked even to recall it to her.
"Oh, Paul I'm glad you're in. I'm sorry to drop in on you so unexpectedly but a plane I was to fly on tonight has been cancelled - or at least postponed - as there's a strike at the Stockholm airport. So I was suddenly left with nowhere to go and a free evening. I thought that as I hadn't seen you since La - since August," she corrected herself not to hurt his feelings, "that I'd come and visit you."
"Oh, I'm so glad you came. I'm at loose ends. We can have some food and wine, talk about old days, and so on. Agree?"
"Marvelous, my love. What's been happening to you. Are you very miserable?"
"I'm afraid so. I've been running after lots of odd women just to get my mind off Lavinia and I'm afraid you'd be shocked if you knew what I'd been up to. The truth is I'm terribly lonely."
"What about Mom and Dad? Have you been down there?"
"No, not for a few months. I don't know why. I will though. Anyway let me get you a drink and start some food. I've got a salad made already, and there's cold beef, horse-radish sauce. Will that do? You could have soup to begin."
"Not necessary. I'll just love the salad and beef. Let me get it ready."
"No, stay where you are and I'll bring it in here. We can have it on the side table. What'll you drink now? Sherry?"
"Yes, sherry is just what a girl like me needs; that fino I had when I was here before, yes?"
"Yes, that's just what I'm giving you." And with that Paul handed his sister a glass of dry sherry. He looked at her as she sat on the sofa sipping it slowly. My God, he thought, I could fuck her. She's so beautiful, Oh, for heaven's sake, he thought, I must put the idea out of my mind. Incest and fucking your own sister may be okay when you're sixteen but hardly at my age. Anyway she'd be shocked to death if I even suggested it. He went into the kitchen and began to bring in the cutlery, plates and napkins for the table. Then he came in with a large bowl of salad and two plates covered with pieces of cold beef. He pushed up a table to Ursula and pulled up a chair to the other side of it. Before he sat down he came in with a bottle of a Pomerol claret, the kind of wine that was suitable for such an occasion without being anything very special.
They ate and drank and talked. As the evening went on they both lost some of their inhibitions and Paul, now thinking more and more of the possibility of again frigging his sister, pushed as much wine her way as possible.
Ursula Snow had not married, though she had had plenty of opportunities. Despite a somewhat ethereal appearance she had a passionate nature, loved humping and it surprised Paul that she had not married when she was very young.
He had very little idea of her activities nowadays and often wondered whether she was promiscuous or not. He decided he would try to find out what she was up to.
"Well, any new boy friends?" he asked her smiling at her as he spoke.
"Oh, Paul, you're only preoccupied with hump." And then she looked at the floor and, becoming very serious for a moment, she told him that she had been jilted by a lover whom she had been fucking for and hoped to marry in Stockholm. When she looked at him again he could see tears in the corner of her eyes.
"Ursula darling," he said as he rushed to her side and put his arm round her, "I'm sorry, terribly sorry. But don't be upset. You'll always find as many men as you want. You are so lovely that you can take your choice of any prick-pusher."
"It's not nearly so simple," she said, a smile coming back to her face. "Men think like that. They imagine that if they were women they would fuck with everyone. But we aren't like that. No, truly Paul, I'm upset and I guess just about as lonely as you."
She spoke feelingly and Paul hesitated to take advantage of her at a moment like this. But his hand had moved slowly round to her side and his fingers could just feel the beginnings of the curve of her breast, like the lower reaches of a mountain. He wanted to cup her lovely tits - he remembered that they had those dark colored aureoles that excited him so much - but he dared not, But he kept his hand round her and after a few minutes he pulled her very slowly closer to him, talking to her as he did so.
He began to reminisce and eventually he was back at the time they frigged together. "Well, I can comfort you just as you comforted me in the old days. Do you remember that Christmas at home when all your friends came?" He waited, his heart beating faster, for her reply. Would she ignore the implication or would she say something about it?
"Oh yes, it was fun," Ursula was saying. "It's a pity those days have gone in a way," her voice was very low as she spoke these words, words probably full of meaning if Paul could interpret them.
"Oh, do you mean ..." he hesitated. "Do you mean you liked it when we ... when we fucked each other when we were youngsters?"
She did not answer for a while and then she turned to look at her brother.
"Yes," she said, her voice scarcely audible, "yes, I did."
"And, and do you think it would be possible again?" Paul could hardly believe he had said those words, but the die was cast and he could not take them back. "I mean, I mean," he added lamely and his voice trailed into silence.
"You mean we should fuck each other now - again?"
It was Paul's turn to lower his voice. Almost inaudibly he whispered the word, "Yes, yes, I do."
There was a long silence this time before she spoke. The room was as silent as a grave. He could hear his own heart beating, and then the sound of her breathing began to force itself on his ears.
Just when he felt that the silence was becoming unbearable, and when he was thinking of what he should say next, he heard her whisper the words, "All right."
He looked at her unable to believe his ears. "Do you really want to?" was all he could say.
"I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to. I suppose I'm as lonely as you are. I like you, you take away much of my loneliness. I'm a woman and you're a man. So let's make the most of it." She looked at him, smiled and took both his hands in hers.
"It's incest, that's all," said Paul.
"Well, what if it is? You're not telling me that you care for moral ideas of that sort; do you?"
"No, I was only making sure that you really knew what you were doing. You've made me very happy. Come let's get into bed."
Chapter Three
Paul Snow looked at his sister as she undressed. She was slipping off her dress and she stood there in her slip and underwear. He had never realized before what a beautiful figure she had. Her breasts pushed through her bra and slip, her rounded asscheeks were outlined against the slip, and her lovely slim legs were worthy of Marlene Dietrich at her best. He was excited by her face and figure, but even more by the fact that she was his sister. Though he had pretended for a moment to have some reservations about committing incest, the truth was that the very idea excited him. He would soon have his horny cock in his twenty-one year old sister's cunt!
She took off her slip and stood in her white bra and panties, a garter-belt holding up her stockings. He could see now the shapely thighs and the flat belly, the wide ass and slim waist, the hair under her arms that he liked to lick so much and her cherry-red nipples pressing through the bra. Now she was undoing her bra, and then she threw her head forward to pull the straps over her shoulders and her breasts were naked before him for the first time since she was about fifteen. They were larger and beautifully molded, with the dark aureoles he remembered, surrounding large nipples. Her bush-hair came into view as she slipped her panties and he saw the lovely mound overtopping the beginning to her slit, a lovely twat covered in fair, silky hair.
Undoing her garter-belt, she then pushed her stockings down her legs, pushed them off her feet and stood naked before him.
Ursula Snow was about to be fucked by her brother Paul Snow, Paul thought! What an exciting day for him, after an adventurous week! Well, when it came right down to it he thought he would prefer his sister even to the teenagers he had arranged to fuck at the week-end.
"What a swell pair of knockers," Paul thought as he pressed his body against her. The girl moved her hands down over her flat stomach as if to invite him to admire her figure. And then she moved her hands to her powerful thighs, then raised her arms in the air to reveal the silky hair under her arm-pits.
Paul pushed her towards the bed and she fell back on it, her knees spread. He leapt on the bed and took her in his arms. Brother and sister looked into each other's eyes as Paul slowly brought his face near to her. Now their lips met in a crushing, sensual kiss, brotherly lips to sisterly lips, and he took her by the shoulders and held her tight. His sister was in his arms and he felt his prick immediately erect and harden at the contact.
He at once left the bed and undressed rapidly, returning to his sister's side with his cock hard and erect. Ursula looked at him as he came over and she was filled with a new and urgent desire for him. She thought him handsome with his fair hair and tanned skin, his limp body, slightly girlish thighs and legs, but with a fine large prick sticking out of his mass of golden bush-hair. In a way he suited her and if he had not been her brother she might have hoped ...
The tanned body of her brother was pressed against hers now and his slightly full lips sought hers, his avid tongue probing her mouth. Now he moved his body onto hers and at last, after five or six years, his sister was in his arms again, ready to fuck for him, her cunt at his disposal.
He could feel the excitement in her body; her breasts were hard and quivering, her belly heaved, her breath came fast and now her buttocks began to move sensuously.
It would not be long before he would come if he went on holding her and kissing her like this, with her ass moving so sensuously under him, and her tongue probing his mouth, her eyes searching his with her love and desire.
He would fuck her then without further delay. Moving from her body for a moment he bent down and parted her golden thighs, placed his body between them and slowly lowered his body onto her, guiding his engorged, stiff prick into her hot, moist waiting cunt.
Oh, thought the girl, the joy of it, the strange excitement of having Paul's pecker inside her. She wriggled her asscheeks to assist his penetration and within a few seconds his dick was in her to the very hilt. His hands sought her tits, his lips her mouth, and she, responding, took him in her arms. They were entwined in their love, flesh of brother and sister now reunited.
Paul was mad with hump-lust as he looked into her eyes, then brought his mouth down again to hers, savagely probing her with his tongue as he moved his prick in and out of her overheated twat, raking and probing her vaginal walls cupping -her buttocks with his hands, one of his fingers feeling for her asshole. She clasped him closer with her legs round his waist and he plunged into her pussy ever more cruelly and savagely. I am committing incest, he thought, taking and violating my lovely sister. Even if she were not his sister he would have wanted to fuck her desperately - as any man would. But the fact that he was committing incest added an extra dimension to his lust and he continued to screw her with all his power, losing all restraint in his desire for her, his desire to fuck her as she had never been fucked before.
And she wanted to be fucked savagely by her brother. They - sister and brother - she thought, were entitled to do what they liked to each other; he could take all he wanted and she was ready to give it. She strained her cunt upwards to meet his thrusts and she felt his prick hard against her innermost vaginal walls, his pelvis hitting hers, their sweat mingling as their bushes crashed together.
Paul was unable to hold back any longer. The pulsations in his prick were now uncontrollable and he began to move into her twat quickly and with all his power as he brought on his orgasm.
Ursula screamed her delight.
"Ooooh," she cried. "Fuck me, my darling brother, do what you want to me ... oooh! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming."
And the girl released her cunt-secretions to mingle with her brother's hot sperm as it shot into her, hitting and spluttering against the base of her womb.
"Oh, God," said Paul as he lay back, his sister in his arms, "that was something - to screw you after all this time."
"I loved it Paul. I hope we can fuck each other again soon," she said looking up into his eyes. "I know it's wrong in the eyes of the world, but it's not wrong with you as far as I am concerned."
"I agree," said Paul. "I could fuck you every night. Please come again when you're in London again. Let me know beforehand if you possibly can."
"Of course, darling. I want your lovely cock as much as you want my cunny and I don't want to find you out when I come round. I'm flying to Stockholm this week and will be back here, after three successive journeys towards the end of next week. Will you keep Friday open?"
"Sure. I'll look forward to that very much, Ursula," said Paul as he closed his eyes and fell asleep, his sister in his arms.
* * *
That week-end Paul had his date with the two girls.
He phoned Angelique on the Saturday morning as had been arranged and she said that her parents would be away from lunch-time until Sunday night. He could come as soon after lunch as he wished. Gina, she added, was coming too, of course.
Well that was what he wanted - two teenagers to do what he liked with. He could hardly wait until after lunch ...
It was about half-past two when he reached Knightsbridge and found the two girls waiting for him.
"Let's go to bed at once," said Paul, "and make the best use of our time. Come on, girls, off with your clothes!"
Gina laughed. "I've only got my dress and panties on," she giggled. "They'll be off in a moment." Kicking off her shoes, she lifted her dress over her head and stood naked in a pair of white silk panties, the kind that he would have expected to find on a French whore rather than a schoolgirl living in Knightsbridge and attending one of the best establishments in Kensington. Lady Gayton's Academy.
She stood there with her lovely girlish body with only her panties on as Paul walked over to her and took her young body in his arms, kissing her passionately on her lips. He went on kissing her until he suddenly felt the hands of the other girl on his neck, pulling him away. Turning towards her he saw that Angelique had gone one better - she was naked for him, her dark, lovely cunt somehow communicating to him its ripeness and readiness.
"You see I'm ready before she is," laughed the dark girl. "Please fuck me first this time, Paul, will you?"
"All right? if Gina agrees, I will."
And the girl leapt onto the bed and lay back, her legs apart, her mound of black bush-hair prominent, and beneath, the pinkness of her slit, triangular shaped and showing her small clitoris and, below, her cunt.
It was an irresistible temptation and without waiting for Gina to give an answer Paul was on top of her pushing his prick into her young twat without ceremony.
The dark-eyed girl looked up at him, her eyes blazing with anticipation. She pulled him to her full-breasted teenage body and soon his prick was moving up her luscious, wet pussy. Though no longer a virgin, he felt something of the excitement of taking a virgin as she was a mere fifteen and had the clinging-tight cunthole of a girl who is being violated for the first time.
In, in went his dick, deep into her clinging, wet lusciousness, deep into her inner girlish recesses, hot, juicy recesses previously never probed by a man's cock.
He felt her grip him by her arms and clasp her plump legs around his waist as her mouth, almost predatory, sought for his lips.
Her tongue darted into his mouth and she writhed her ass as he began to move his prick into her twat with increasing force and with a quicker tempo. He could feel it, feel it going into her, her clutching cunt pushing back his foreskin so that the most sensitive part of him - his uncovered knob - was touching her innermost vagina, as his tongue probed her lovely receptive mouth. And as he began to force his prick home with all the energy at his command, he suddenly felt the finger of the girl reaching round to his anus and probing his rectum. His ass twitched and his heightened lust now knew no limits; his prick throbbed; his balls felt heavy; and inside his loins he was aware of the first spasm of his coming orgasm. He rammed his prick into the teenager now and, with five or six sharp jabs, he came to his climax, sending his creamy hot sperm deep into her womb, as she cried out in her ecstasy, her own climax coinciding with Paul's. Just then he realized that he had taken no precautions ...
"My God, I've come inside you," he gasped, panting for breath as he fell forward slumped on her breasts.
"Never mind," said Angelique. "I've just finished my period; I'm sure I shan't get pregnant."
"And now my turn," said the lovely Gina as she threw herself on the bed at Paul's side. "And please come in me. I've never felt that. It'll be just too bad if I get pregnant," she added.
After a while Paul turned his attention to the sixteen-year-old. She was taller and in many ways more attractive than her friend, but perhaps her figure lacked some of the other's warm lusciousness. But he felt a great desire for her as he slowly began to caress her breasts and belly, and kiss her delicate lips.
Swinging round he pushed his right hand between her womanly thighs and felt the soft skin of the inside of her legs. Then his hand parted her thighs and he looked at the delta which contained the lovely treasure of her luscious, moist cunt, as well as her most sensitive spot - her tiny clitoris. His finger moved into her cunt-lips finding her wet and receptive; and then he took the small bud in his finger and thumb and began to tickle it gently.
The girl squirmed her delight as he fingered her sensitive spot and almost leapt from the bed when he suddenly took his finger to her cunt and pushed it into her, hearing the juicy squelch of her twat's secretions as he did so.
Now he swung round and brought his lips to her cuntlips, his tongue first lightly touching her clitoris. Then he brought his mouth full down so that his lips engaged with hers and his tongue probed her cunt, licking and tasting the juices that were now freely flowing in it. He liked the tang, the salty, slightly fishy tang of her vagina, burying his nose in it to savor it to the full. Then his tongue probed lower, licking her crotch as his nose sniffed her small, crinkly anus. He was roused to fever pitch by the feel, taste and smell of the girl's cunt and anus, and his prick throbbed against her breast as he continued for another few minutes to savor her, kiss and lick her clitoris, cunt and asshole, taking long tonguing licks from the top of her cunt right to her rectum.
Paul was ready for her.
He could no longer control his pulsating, throbbing cock unless he left her for a minute or so. He got up from her thighs and gained a few seconds by asking her again if she wanted him to wear anything on his cock.
"No, please fuck me without, I want you to." The girl panted out the words as her body writhed on the bed waiting for the coming ecstasy.
Paul parted her thighs and plunged his prick into her. Her vagina was hot and wet, receptive indeed, and he was soon buried in her to the very hilt, their pubic hair entangling as their pelvis' pressed hard together. She sought his lips and probed him with her tongue as he gripped her under the asscheeks and held him to her with all his force as he began to ram his dong into her with powerful, long and rhythmic strokes, probing, raking and penetrating her very vitals as she squirmed her delight under him.
It was no more than a few minutes before the two of them came in a moment of orgasmic ecstasy that almost lifted them from the bed. She felt his sperm spurt hot against her cunt walls and he was aware of the clinging and releasing spasms of her soft, warm vagina as she released her own twat-juices to bathe his sperm-shooting prick and mix with his own spunk.
That night he enjoyed himself to the full with the two teenage girls, fucking them both again as dawn approached, and in between indulging in every possible combination of lustful perversion with the two of them. Perhaps the moment he enjoyed most of all was when he came in Gina's mouth as he simultaneously sucked the dark-haired Angelique's cunt, his fingers probing her anus as he did so, and Gina's probing his rectum at the same time.
* * *
As time went on he saw less and less of the two girls, chiefly because it became increasingly difficult for them to get away from the supervision of their families, especially when they began to suspect that they were indulging in sexual intercourse with an older man. And as Ursula's visits to London seemed to be very infrequent Paul, a few months later, found himself very much on his own again. It was at this time that he heard about the Anomalies Club, and he determined to get to know someone who would introduce him to it and, perhaps, get him accepted for membership.
He finally got an introduction through a member of his own club and he was taken along to a large house in Surrey late one Saturday night, sworn to secrecy before he and his companion left London.
Chapter Four
The Anomalies Club meaning "Out-of-the-ordinary Club," was founded and run by an eccentric English millionaire, Charles Saunders.
A man who indulged in every kind of sexual perversion, he had decided that it would be in his best interests to get together a group of men and women who shared his ideas and tastes, because, in spite of his money, it had not always been easy for him to come across women - or men - with whom he could really indulge his tastes.
From the grapevine of the West End theater set with its ramifications in high places he had got to know about a dozen persons who shared some or all of his bizarre tastes, and one weekend, inviting them down to Redwood - his Surrey home - he had proposed the formation of the club. It had been agreed that membership should be restricted to a maximum of twenty members and that the founder-members would between them introduce another eight people to make up the full membership.
Paul's friend, Sir John Benson, had been one of the founder-members and at the time Paul got in touch with him membership of the Club was reduced to eighteen. So Sir John had proposed Paul for membership. At the small committee meeting held to consider Paul's application, Sir John had given a full biographical sketch of his friend, told them of his probity and integrity, and convinced them that he could be trusted as a member of their strange society. The result was that Paul had been accepted by the committee unanimously.
The Club met every month for a full weekend and each meeting was given over to the practice of one sexual perversion.
This did not mean the exclusion of straightforward sexual intercourse among members, but it had to culminate or include the particular perversion chosen for the meeting. On Paul's first visit the perversion was to be "coprolangny," relating to human excretions ...
Paul liked to indulge in a number of strange sexual perversions, but he had never conceived of the possibility of any sexual act connected with human excretions. He had to admit that he was rather alarmed when he first heard that this was to be the perversion on his first visit to Redwood.
But the more he thought about it the more he began to think that in certain circumstances and with certain cunts, especially very young ones, he might be able to get some excitement from it.
Still he arrived at Charles Saunders's house with many misgivings and only hoped that he personally would not have to indulge in the subject of the week-end's meeting.
He need not have worried. Charles Saunders was a man of wide sympathies, impeccable taste, and eccentric pursuits, but he did not imagine that everyone shared his feelings and desires. Coprolagny was not something he expected everyone to like, and the occasion had been arranged largely for those members who wanted to witness, not to take part in this fetish.
Paul met the twelve or thirteen members present, six of them being women between the ages of twenty-five and about forty-five, the others men, most of them of more mature years. He soon learned that one couple only were to indulge in coprolagny, a man of about fifty and his girl-lover, who was about twenty-five though she looked much younger.
After a champagne party, the members went to the large drawing-room where they sat round in easy chairs and on large, well-upholstered divans. Paul was talking to a striking blonde of about thirty, hoping that he would be able to spend time with her later, when Charles announced that "Victor Lestrange" and "Rita Debbs" would now perform. He said that he had used their pseudonyms as was their practice on such occasions, though Paul's friend told him that he knew all the real names of the people present as did most of the other members.
The naked Rita came forward and lay on the floor, her legs apart. And then her lover joined her, also naked and for a time knelt between her legs, playing gently with her slit as he slowly became roused and worked himself to the point where he could indulge in his strange practice.
His prick was soon erect and hard and the girl was beginning to squirm her delight as the man fondled now her cuntlips, then her breasts. As his pecker began to pulsate and throb he reached the point where he was ready to achieve the completion of his libidinous desire.
Paul was beginning to get excited himself at the scene being enacted before him, and he reached round to take the waist of the blonde in his arm. She pressed her body to him and he knew that he would be able to fuck her completely later on.
Victor now lay on the carpet and the girl sat above him, her buttocks turned to him so that he could smell her anus. He sniffed her for some time, and as he did so the girl slowly masturbated his prick. But he would be unable to come this way. It would not be until the girl defecated on him that he would finally achieve his release.
There was a sudden silence in the room, except for the heavy breathing of the man and the slight panting moans that came from the girl. Then she half rose from the man's body and, straining slightly, she suddenly released her excreta. It plopped in two or three soft sausage-like shapes on the man's face. Almost at once she bent forward and moving his prick rapidly up and down the man suddenly cried out and simultaneously ejaculated.
Paul was revolted. He could understand the desire to urinate in someone else's mouth, even to receive piss from another - something he had once done when he was under the spell of Madame Sevigny. But this was of an altogether different order. He turned away from the scene and took the girl in his arms.
Conversation suddenly buzzed through the room, and when Paul turned round, the man and girl had left the room.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen," said Charles Saunders, "We have witnessed a strange sexual perversion - perhaps the strangest we have ever seen or are likely to see at our Club. For the rest of the evening and the week-end I propose we indulge our own pet anomalies - that is if we can find the right partner or partners. Anyway I am certain that we shall all enjoy ourselves. As you know your room numbers are listed in the hall under your assumed names."
Paul turned to the girl and pushed her back on the divan, kissing her luscious lips as he did so. "This is my first time here," he whispered. "May I introduce myself. My name is Paul Snow though I have been given the pseudonym 'Ivor Mills.' But please call me Paul."
The plump but strikingly attractive blonde looked at him with open and candid blue eyes and told him that her real name was Daphne Vintner. She thought she had been given the Dseudonym Paulette. "But please call me Daphne," she said.
As they spoke, introducing themselves, a number of the members had got together, chiefly in twos and already two or three couples were undressing. Charles was lying on top of a thirty-year old brunette with strikingly attractive eyes, and Sir John, Paul's friend, was sitting with an African girl from Sierra Leone.
Paul rather liked the idea of having intercourse in front of others and began to undo the blonde's dress quite ready to go ahead there and then. But the girl seemed to have some reservations about fucking in front of onlookers, and she said that she would prefer to go to his room.
And so Paul Snow and Daphne Vintner made their way from the large drawing-room at Redwood to Paul's room on the first floor. Little did he realize what he was letting himself in for.
Daphne allowed him to undress her down to her bra and panties, girdle and stockings. Then she said that while he undressed she would have to go to her room for a minute. Paul began to undress and by the time she returned he was lying, face down, naked on the bed.
When Daphne returned she was wearing a rubber cat suit, covering her whole body except for her arms, neck and head. And in her hand she carried a long, leather whip.
Paul lay face down waiting for her to join him, but suddenly he felt the sting of the whip across his ass.
Before he could turn round or address himself to the woman he felt the whip come down on his ass again, this time with tremendous force.
Crack!
"What the hell - ?" he called out but his voice broke off as the whip cracked down across his asscheeks a third time.
He began to get up and was about to leap from the bed when the woman commanded him to stay where he was.
"Paul Snow, you remain on the bed or you will be really hurt. I shall show no mercy at all if you try to escape from my whip. Do you understand? That is what I want to do to you, as I do to all other men who desire me. You will be allowed to fuck me, if you are strong enough to undergo the punishment I have planned for you."
Paul hesitated. Then he half raised his shoulder from the bed, and no sooner had he done so than the whip crashed down on his neck and shoulder with truly devastating force.
"Aaaagggh. No, no - " he cried.
The whip now came down across his back and buttocks in a series of quick, harsh strokes that kept him virtually pinned to the bed. If he moved to otherwise. Paul was soon compelled to down even harder hitting the spot he would have moved to otherwise. Paul was soon compelled to stay where he was and take his punishment.
Crack! CRACK!! Down came the Whip time after time as the cat-suited blonde, roused to a frenzy, used the lash with all the force she could command.
Paul, now in agony, writhed on the bed, moaning and from time to time crying out in the agony of his pain. But slowly he was almost unaware of what was happening to him, and then he almost began to feel a certain enjoyment in the fact that he was submitting to the pain administered by a woman - a woman he had but met a few hours before.
He lay there as the whip continued to come down on his back feeling his big prick slowly hardening, and feeling an urgent desire to fuck the woman who had so used him.
And suddenly the whipping stopped and the woman was lying beside him on the bed, sweating and panting from her exertions.
"You can screw me now," she moaned. "You have done well, now fuck me."
He half rose, despite his pain, and looked down at the panting blonde, her eyes full of sadism and lust.
He saw for the first time that her cat suit had a zipper down one side, as well as one starting at the top of her bush and disappearing in the angle of her legs. He took the second zipper in his fingers and pulled it down to reveal, first, her bush-hair, then her hairy slit. He pulled it, opening her legs as he did so, until it stopped somewhere between the cheeks of her ass.
He got between her legs and guided his prick between the zipper into her wet and waiting cunt. Then he lowered his body onto her, feeling his chest on her tits beneath the rubber suit, his stomach pressing against her rubbered belly. It seemed to heighten his desire to have a woman clothed in a rubber garment which practically covered her whole body.
Her predatory lips came up to take his and soon her arms were clasping him to her, and then her rubber-encased legs gripped him by the waist.
His prick had sunk deep into her vagina and he felt her contractions as he moved in and out of her cunny. She gripped him with enormous force round the waist and she moved with him to his cock's rhythm, forcing her twat up to meet his downward thrusts, pulling him to her body as he reached the turning point of his motion.
He slammed his cock into her now with powerful and cruel thrusts, biting her lips and neck as he did so, gripping her buttocks through the thin rubber, feeling the almost crunch-like sound of their pelvis' as he rammed home his big stiff pecker.
"Fuck me, Paul," the powerful sadistic blonde now began to cry. "Fuck me harder. You have won the right to. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she began to scream.
He slammed his prick home with renewed energy, feeling his pulsating and throbbing dong approaching its climax. And suddenly he was sending his hot sperm deep into the rubber-encased woman, sending it into a cunt he had scarcely seen, enjoying the strange mystery of not knowing what her body was really like.
The following month the evening was given over to bestiality.
Three of the women, including the youngest member, Beryl, had volunteered to be fucked by a trained male Alsatian hound hired for the occasion.
After dinner the members of the club - the full membership of twenty on this occasion Which included a twenty-one-year-old Jamaican girl - retired to the large drawing room.
Charles said that Beryl had volunteered to be fucked by the dog and that when she had undressed and got into fucking position the dog would be introduced.
Beryl took off her clothes and stood stark-naked before the other nineteen members of the Club. She had a lovely ripe figure, well-molded breasts, narrow waist and well-developed ass and thighs, tapering to slim, almost elegant legs.
She bent down in the knee-elbow position with her sensuous asscheeks elevated to await the dog. Charles pressed a bell and within a matter of a few seconds a uniformed minder came in with a large Alsatian held on a lead. The dog came in warily and almost reluctantly, but when it was taken over to the girl and allowed to sniff at her asshole, it suddenly displayed a kind of new excitement. Pulling at the lead it tried to mount the girl, but as its cock was not yet erect the minder pulled it back and, holding it at arm's length from Beryl, he worked briefly on its dick. Within a few minutes the dog could be seen by Paul and the others near enough to have an enormous red prick jutting erect from the fur of its doggy sheath. Pulling wildly at the lead the dog almost broke loose from the minder's hold.
The man now allowed the dog to advance and it mounted the girl's back shoving its prick against her asscheeks. But the man now directed its cock into the girl's vagina, placing its forepaws carefully on her shoulders. Now the dog began to make vigorous fucking movements and its prick was soon inserted deeply into Beryl's vagina.
The minder released his hold of the lead and the dog began to pant harshly as it positioned itself more effectively between the girl's legs and began to drive its prick rapidly and even more deeply into her cunt.
As the girl felt the prick moving inside her she began to feel the development of her own hump-desire and soon she was moving her buttocks back and forth in rhythm with the dog's fucking motion.
And then the dog suddenly began to move its prick with enormous rapidity into the girl's cunt, in short, sharp jabs and within a few moments it was ejaculating its hot, whitish sperm into her body as she herself moaned with delight as she reached her climax. She wriggled her ass ecstatically as the dog kept on frigging her ...
The dog was taken out for a period and then the second girl, a young French woman of about twenty-nine prepared herself for the act of bestiality.
Instead of the knee-elbow position she lay down and took the normal sexual position for a woman: on her back with her legs wide apart, her moist, pink cuntlips exposed. When the dog was brought in it was taken over to the girl and allowed to sniff her twat-lips. Then, it was released and at once began to lick the girl's genitals. With its long tongue it licked upwards from the bottom of her crotch along her slit to the bush-hair of her pussy. Very soon the beast was panting with sexual excitement. The minder then dragged the dog forward and persuaded it to lie on the girl its prick inserted in her vagina.
The girl put her arms round the dog's neck and held it so close that their mouths almost came into contact. But the dog was mainly concerned to move it prick up and down the girl's cunthole and within a few minutes the panting animal reached its climax, sending its boiling sperm deep into her twat.
"Now is there a man here?" asked Charles Saunders "who would like to be buggered up his asshole by the dog?"
There was silence for a few minutes and then Paul stepped forward.
"In the interests of experiment and expedience," said Paul, "I am willing to undergo a dog-buggering."
"Bravo," said Charles. "May I suggest you undress and lie down, face downwards, over three of our cushions. I think we had better make use of a lubricant on your asshole!"
Paul undressed and stood before the company naked, a little surprised at his desire to be seen stark-naked, and almost getting a kick from his exhibitionism.
He was not sure what had prompted him to offer his ass for the experiment.
He felt a latent desire to be naked in front of the whole club, and he also desired to be humiliated. He recalled the humiliations he had been willing and happy to suffer under Madame Sevigny, and for a few minutes his desire to be punished had got the upper hand. But a dog ... ?
He lay across the cushions his anus up in the air. The minder came over and using a glass applicator he squeezed an antiseptic lubricant right up Paul's asshole.
The man then went to fetch the dog and, bringing it back into the room, led it to Paul. The dog sniffed at his ass and the man then began to move the dog's prick up and down, masturbating it rapidly until its enormous wet, glistening red erection jutted from its furry body. The man then positioned the dog on Paul's back and guided its prick into Paul's asshole.
Paul had felt a certain pleasure at the penetration of the applicator and at the introduction of the cold jelly-like lubricant. Now he felt the sharp jab of the dog's penis in the entrance to his asshole. Then the dog slid its cock into him and he felt the hot sting of the dog's prick deep inside him, probing his rectum rapidly and jerkily.
The dog's forepaws were on his shoulder and he could feel the animal's hot breath on his neck, the panting body moving heavily on his back as it struggled to force itself deeper into his rectum. The animal, soon panting rapidly, moved its prick ever more rapidly into his body, giving him a feeling as if a hot knife was dividing him in two. But then he began to feel a strange sense of excitement, of lustful submission to the dog, his own prick now beginning to respond by hardening rapidly as the dog approached its climax. And then, just as Paul was beginning to move his prick into the cushions in the hope of achieving an erection, the dog spurted its spunk into his rectum and he felt the hot, frothing spermatozoa shooting into his bowel.
When the dog was dragged from his asshole Paul went on shoving his prick into the cushions, oblivious or disregarding the presence of nineteen others to watch his masturbatory activity. Very soon he was shooting his load of sperm into the massed cushions in the presence of the other members of the Club.
The night ended when Charles Saunders fucked a bitch. She was an Alsatian hound and she was brought in and held firmly by the minder. Charles, naked, advanced on her from behind with his prick well-lubricated beforehand. Within a few minutes he had forced it deep into the bitch's vagina and he was soon fucking the dog vigorously. It was not long before he began to grunt his delight as he came to his climax and within another few seconds he was shooting his wad into the bitch's cunt.
The stimulation of seeing a dog fuck two women and bugger a man, and a man fuck a bitch, had roused the whole company to a pitch of sexual frenzy.
It was not surprising that when Charles invited the membership of the Club to undress and indulge in whatever orgiastic practices the various members desired, the whole assembled company was naked within a few seconds and hump-partners were rapidly chosen. Paul found himself with the French woman who had been fucked by the Alastian and he got an additional kick from feeling his pulsating prick enter her cunt that was still filled with dog-spunk. He rapidly fucked the girl and within another ten minutes he had turned to the fifty-year-old woman who had began to tickle his balls from behind during his intercourse with the French woman. She wanted him to fuck her and he readily assented when he saw that, despite her age, she had an excellent figure except for her extremely large breasts which, however, made a very strong appeal to Paul. Soon he was fucking her with his customary enthusiasm while sucking avidly at her enormous tits. He was in the middle of doing so when the African girl, putting on a black dildo, a huge rubber prick, came over and forced it into Paul's asshole. As Paul fucked the fifty-year-old, his fuck-fever now at fever pitch, the girl drove her artificial prick into his rectum with all the fervor of a man fucking a teenage girl.
Chapter Five
Paul Snow was on his way home from Whitehall but decided to stop in one of the many coffee-bars in the Victoria Street area.
He sat down at a small table rather hoping that he would be left alone to read his newspaper, but he had no sooner ordered his coffee than a young girl came and sat opposite him.
"I hope you don't mind me sitting down here," she said, smiling at him a wan smile, "but there seems to be nowhere else to sit."
She was young, perhaps sixteen, with a pony-tail, wide-set eyes, oval face and jaunty, up-curving tits under a black sweater.
No, thought Paul, I certainly don't mind you sitting there. And then he spoke his thoughts: "No, do by all means, you're most welcome. Would you like me to order you a coffee. I mean will you have one with me?"
She seemed pleased. "Oh yes, I'd love that."
Paul ordered a second coffee and studied the girl's face as they talked inconsequentially. She was young and immature but she had fine, generous, almost voluptuous features. He could not decide whether she was just an innocent or whether she was well practiced at picking men up for hump-purposes in coffee-bars under the guise of innocence.
As they talked Paul decided that he would make every effort to get her to go back home and fuck with him.
"Do you live round here?" he asked her.
"No, I work in an office and live at Acton."
"On your way home them?"
"No, I always stay around at night, either down here or at Hammersmith."
"Don't your parents expect you? How old are you? Surely you can't go home just when you want to?" Paul was beginning to think that he was on to a good thing, but he had to make sure. But the fact that she worked at least suggested that she was at least sixteen.
"I'm fifteen and a half."
"But how can you be working if you're still under sixteen?"
"I'm only working during the holidays. As long as I earn a few pounds and give it to my father he does not bother me."
It was like that, thought Paul. A drunken father perhaps, a whorish mother, the two of them content to get what they could from their daughter.
"Oh, I see," said Paul. "Well, would you like to come back to my apartment? It's in Hampstead. You can go home by taxi."
"Oh, I don't know. I've never been to Hampstead, but I'd really like to. What are we going for?" She looked at him with a faint and whimsical smile on her lovely face.
"Well, you know the usual thing. Have you done it before?"
Paul had decided to take the plunge. He was very excited at the thought that she was only fifteen and a half, and a real contrast from the fifty-year-old he had fucked, at the Anomalies Club. He thought of Gina and Angelique but this girl, both in her innocence, youthfulness and beauty left them both far behind. He felt a very urgent desire to take her home as quickly as possible before she slipped through his fingers.
She didn't speak for a few minutes, lowering her head so that he could see the pony-tail. Then she said, "I'm not a virgin if that's what you mean, but what happened doesn't count. It was my father who fucked me first and I've never had anyone else. He doesn't do it now because I won't let him. But he tried to make me do it with a man he brought home also. And I refused him too. I think my father wanted the money he would have given him."
Even better, thought Paul. But he suddenly felt very sorry for her and he felt a wave of protectiveness overcome him, and urgent desire to take care of her, to reassure her.
"Well, if you refused to fuck the man, why are you coming with me?" It seemed a fair question, and Paul was not actually looking for flattery.
"Oh, because I like you and I'm lonely. I don't want any money for letting you frig me. It would be nice to be liked by you." And then she spoke the truth: "I would like some money, but I won't do it just for money."
"I understand," said Paul. "Well, I'll give you some money and you can get some clothes, and if you like me you can come again - you can come whenever you are in trouble too. I like you very much."
The girl looked at him almost unbelievingly. "Oh, I'd like that. But I don't know whether I'll be any good for you. I am rather frightened of - of sex, after what happened, but I want to try to get over that."
"I understand," said Paul. He was now roused to such a pitch that his cock had become erect under the table and wanted to pull out his prick there and then. But, of course, his better judgment prevailed. He knew that he had the girl in the palm of his hand, and provided he was gentle to her she would no doubt get over her fear of cock and fucking.
After a pause he called for the bill. "Well, let's go back then. We'll take a taxi."
They got up to leave and he let her go ahead of him as they walked a few yards down Victoria Street, looking for a cab. She was quite tall for her age, with long slender legs and a sensuous ass.
Paul was amazed at the shortness of her pleated skirt. Amazed that she wasn't raped at every street corner. They exposed more than half her thighs and as she walked one would have seen the flesh of her asscheeks if she had not been wearing tights. And as they stood waiting for a taxi to draw up he could see her lovely breasts in profile. Despite her youth she was very well developed and Paul knew that he was extremely lucky indeed.
They reached Hampstead about seven o'clock and Paul showed her into his living-room while he got some drinks. When he returned she was lying back on the divan her pony-tail splayed out on the cushions.
"What a lot of books. Have you read them all? Have you any records? Give me a cigarette please." Paul had scarcely time to phrase an answer to her questions before she came out with another one.
"Hey, just a moment. One thing at a time," he said, smiling down at her as he reached for a Pall Mall. "Here's your cigarette. Do you want a drink? Whisky or something?"
"No, but I'd like a Coca-Cola."
"I'll get you one." And as he went back to the kitchen he talked to her answering her questions. "No, I've not read them all. Some I use when I want to look up something. As for the records, yes, you saw the stereo player. I've hundreds. What do you want?"
"Oh, anything. Have you got 'West Side Story'?"
"Yes, I'll put it on for you. Here's your Coke." He took his own glass, half filled it with whisky, added soda and raised it. "Well, cheerio," he said.
When he had finished his Scotch he sat down on the bed beside her and embraced her. She pulled him to her and at once he knew that she was a girl who knew how to make love and fuck a man. "Oh, you are lovely," he said, partly to thank her, partly to reassure her, "you are very lovely and desirable. I am sure you will not be frightened of my cock when I fuck you!" He took her in his arms and their lips met for the first time, lovely sensual lips of a young girl touched those of the young rake, Paul Snow, lips that had sucked a hundred twats, sucked men's pricks and even those of animals. But he felt a different man, full of affection for the innocent and helpless girl in his arms, and his lips conveyed a gentleness and love that would have surprised many of the women he had been with in the past few years, though it would not have surprised his dead wife Lavinia if she could have seen them.
He kept her close to him, his chest against her luscious tits, as he continued to kiss her. She began to respond warmly to his embraces and kisses and soon she had opened her mouth for his tongue to penetrate and probe her tongue and teeth. Soon he was half on top of her, his prick erect and hard in his trousers, filled with a mixture of desire and protectiveness.
He then told her that they should go to his room and undress. "It will be much better if we fuck in bed," he said quietly. He was almost hesitating to take her innocence with the perversions he had planned for this lush young cunt; but then, he thought, if I don't someone else will.
He wanted to undress her but she seemed to be too shy to allow him to do this. She rapidly threw off her clothes as she turned away from him, but when she had finished she turned and stood in front of him.
He had reached the stage of pushing his trousers down his legs, but when he saw her absolutely voluptuous young body naked in front of him, he stopped full of wonder, amazed and flabbergasted.
He never expected to see such a combination of youthfulness, pure girlish innocence with the characteristics of a mature woman. Her body was slim and golden, almost that of a child; yet she had full, rounded breasts with large teats set in brown aureoles; her bush-hair was plentiful; her asscheeks well-rounded; her thighs, though boyish, held out the promise of perfection as they nearer the angle of her crotch and cunt.
And then she untied her hair and it cascaded down over her shoulders, reaching to her waist.
Paul pushed off his trousers and then his White shorts and went over to stand in front of her, his cock erecting already hardening. She smiled her candid smile and then lowered her long eyelashes. "Do you like me?" she smiled.
"Like you! My God, you are the loveliest thing I've ever seen. And your father has already fucked you, oh my God. It's horrible but I can hardly blame him. I can't keep my hands off your cunt ..."
His prick jutted from his mass of bush-hair as he reached out to touch her, to feel her lovely golden skin. She looked down at him and he could see that she was intrigued by what she saw. He went closer and pressed his body to hers, his stiff prick between their stomachs. And then, gently, more gently than he had ever kissed a woman before, he brought his lips against hers.
"I want to fuck you," he whispered.
"I want to fuck you too," she whispered in reply.
And he took her hand and led her to the bed. She got on first and lay back on the soft bedcover, her legs falling as if instinctively to reveal her cuntlips and twat.
It was moist already and as he touched it he knew that she was ready for him. But he had to fondle and caress her awhile, to savor her body. It was so precious, this moment of having her tits and ass in his hands for the first time. It would never be quite the same again, he thought.
He lay at her side, and then began to feel her breasts, gripping her tits, kneading the full flesh of her breasts, then feeling the smooth satiny skin of her flat stomach. His hands then went down to her lovely knees and he brought one of them up between her thighs to spread her cuntlips lightly as he moved to touch and caress her silky pubic hair. And then his fingers could no longer wait to feel between those lovely, golden haired cuntlips. He parted them with his index finger and felt for her clitoris. It was already enlarged and as he touched it and began to fondle it the girl moaned her delight and twisted her legs in pleasurable ecstasy.
And then it occurred to him that he did not know her name!
He pulled his hands from her twat and half lying across her he looked into her eyes. "Darling, we don't even know one another's names?"
"Mine's Rosalind," she murmured, closing her eyes as he brought his lips down to kiss her.
"I'm Paul."
"Oh, Paul, I'm excited. When are you going to - to do it?"
"Fuck you? Now, I'm going to do it to you now. But I'm worried, love. I mustn't give you a baby. I'll put something on later, just before I feel that I'm about to come, do you trust me?"
Any woman who trusts a man to come out of her cunt once his cock is in and fucking away and put on a contraceptive is a damn fool and asking for trouble. But Rosalind was lucky for Paul happened to be a man of his word, whatever his many failings. So though she did not know it, she was safe.
He fondled her breasts for another few moments and then parted her thighs, kneeling between them for a moment to fondle her wet pussy and to probe briefly into her cunt. She was wet, hot and waiting ...
He leaned forward, placing his weight for a moment on his left elbow while he guided his huge, throbbing prick into her juicy cunt with his right and. And then leaning on both elbows for a moment or two he urged his prick into her luscious father-violated vagina.
"Oh, Paul, it's lovely," she sighed as she felt his hard, virile dick enter her body. "It's so different when you put yours into me. Oh, go on Paul, do it to me now."
He let his weight press onto her thighs, belly and tits as he took her in his arms and gripped her to him so that he could get the maximum purchase for his cock's thrust, which he now began deliberately and rhythmically. His prick delved into the lovely twat of the girl, probed hotly into her almost virginal hole, reaching deep into her avid, receptive cunt. And for a moment he stopped his thrust as he felt her cervix pressing against the hard rim of his dick-head. Just then she lifted her legs and brought them tightly to clasp his body, and as she did so her lips sought his, pressing with desperation against him, using her tongue to excite his mouth. This was it then, thought Paul, a supreme moment of delight in every sense, a lovely body with a young almost virginal cunt. A fifteen-year-old!
He began to fuck her, pushing his prick hard into her clinging, tight pussy, kissing her passionately, and taking her asscheeks into his hands, digging deep into her satiny buttocks with his nails. Then he kissed her eyes, cheeks and shoulders, and was soon biting into her neck, knowing that he would leave marks that would not go for days. But he no longer cared as his hump-lust took full possession of him. And it was obvious that the girl too was completely carried away by his enthusiastic screwing. She writhed and squirmed under him as she moaned and murmured her delight. "Oooh, Paul, it's lovely, oh, please fuck me Paul."
Paul was indeed fucking her with all his power, ramming his cock into her, crashing his bush-hair against hers, feeling the hot sweat of his and her body trickling down between them. Up down her lovely girlish cunt he rammed his prick dozens of times until suddenly as they writhed in ecstasy on the bed they came together in one shattering, shuddering orgasm. And he had forgotten his promise! He was spurting his hot sperm deep into her vagina, feeling it shoot against her womb as he also felt her own spasms releasing her cunt-juices to mix with his spunk.
"Oh, darling, how lovely, how wonderful that load you just shot in my cunny feels!" she whispered to him.
"Yes, but I've come inside you," he panted. "I didn't mean to love. I'll have to look after you if anything happens."
"Oh, it won't. I'm just about due for my period. I'm sure I'll be safe this time," she said gently as if she could reassure a man twice her age, as if she wanted to take the burden from him.
They lay for a long time in the silence of the room until he turned to her again and started to frig her sperm-oozing pussy a second time, bringing them both closer than even the first time and giving them a moment of ecstasy that Paul felt could never be experienced again.
And then, when it was after midnight he helped her to dress. He gave her twenty-five dollars, but told her to keep it from her father, and then put her in a taxi to Hampstead. She said she would come to get laid again on the Saturday afternoon.
He waited eagerly for the rest of the week. For once he made no telephone calls and was content to look forward to having Rosalind's lovely pussy again for he knew that she would fulfill him as no one else had done since Lavinia.
He would have kept to his decision if he had not had an extraordinary encounter as he walked from his office through Camden Road on the Friday evening before the day she was coming to see him.
Chapter Six
He had got as far as Camden High Street when he was approached by an African man of about twenty-six or twenty-seven.
"Remember me Paul?" The man was smiling but there was a hint of guardedness in his smile as if he half expected to be ignored by the white man.
"Good God, yes. Of course I do. You're Prince Bawana, aren't you?"
"Yes, oh, I'm glad you haven't forgotten me. I'm just here on a visit and I've been looking up some old friends' addresses, but they all seem to have gone. I'm at the Independence Conference." The tall, handsome negro smiled his most winning smile at Paul, showing two rows of perfect white teeth.
"Well, look if you haven't found any of your old friends here, why not come back to my place. I'm in Hampstead now. We can take a taxi."
"Oh, I'd like to. I had thought of looking you up in the phone book, but we only got here yesterday and I knew that I'd have time before the Conference ends. It will probably last a week or ten days."
They jumped into a taxi and were soon back at Paul's flat, exchanging news about their lives since they had been at Oxford together some seven or eight years before.
"Well, I see - or rather I guess from your bachelor quarters - that you're not married," said Bawana.
"I was, but she died," said Paul quietly.
"Oh, I'm sorry Paul," said the African obviously embarrassed at what he had said.
"Oh, I've got over it now, and my cock up to all sorts of things - young girls' cunts, well - you name it!" he laughed.
The African's eyes glistened as he heard Paul utter the last few words.
"Not - not opposed to a little homosexuality even?" he asked.
Paul had half-expected an asshole fucking and cocksucking session to happen When he invited the Prince back. He recalled the man's homosexual propensities and Paul had always fancied the idea of having his asshole reamed by him. Though not a homosexual, Paul had certainly indulged in homosexuality from to time, especially earlier on in his life, and above all, he had a weakness for Africans and negroes generally. He felt they were less obviously men - almost a third sex. It was impossible for Paul to imagine himself in bed with the commuter or clerk, but it was not difficult for him to feel some sexual response to a black whatever his class. He was so different. Imagine taking the thick woolly pants off a stockbroker's clerk, or kissing a bartender! It was only in the rarest instances that Paul felt any desire to be with a white man, but it was quite easy for him, to have sexual relations with an African.
And Prince Bawana was a strikingly handsome, clean limbed man, of great taste and fastidiousness. He could well see himself cupping the man's balls and perhaps sucking his big black cock off. As he looked back at Bawana through his sherry glass he felt he had gone one better than the Anomalies Club Where, after all, most of the members were a bit over-fucked and shopworn, sexually speaking!
"I've no objection. Let's have a few drinks and retire to my bedroom."
Paul drank a few more dry sherries while his friend finished off a third of a bottle of Scotch. Then the African disappeared to the bathroom and soon Paul heard him drawing water for a bath.
When he had finished, Paul himself went off for a quick bath. Meanwhile the African lay completely naked on top of Paul's bed.
It was not long before Paul came to him. The naked white man lay at the black man's side, and the latter took him in his arms, pressing his still flaccid prick against his thighs. Then the time large dark face of the black man searched Paul's and his lips closed on him. Paul felt the thick, African lips on his, felt the big tongue probing his mouth and he relaxed back on the bed feeling a sudden desire to be a woman to the African's average advances.
The African must have sensed Paul's reaction he half lay on top of him, took him in his arms and began to kiss him passionately as he fondled his penis.
He felt his prick hardening as the African began to move the foreskin backwards and forwards, occasionally taking his hand down the lengthening shaft and lightly touching and scratching his testicles. He looked into the African's eyes and saw the hump-lust, saw the urgency of the man's desire for his white body, and he was pleased.
His prick hardened to a complete stiff erection as the African continued to fondle it and he also felt the hard, fabulously huge black prick of the man against his body. And then he felt the African pushing his head down to his prick and soon he was half lying across the man's legs, his mouth against his prick.
"Suck me," groaned the African. "Suck my black cock, white boy!"
Paul now uppermost looked down at the huge black dong, at the mass of negroid pubic hair, and got the faintly pissy smell of the man's urine. But he bent his head and took the tip of the big cock gently in his mouth. Then he took it more firmly into his mouth, moving his tongue over it, and then worked it back and forth between his lips.
The African's prick was soon pulsating and throbbing and the man began to force it by lifting his black buttocks to the back of Paul's mouth, pushing it against his throat and very tonsils. Paul was now very thrilled at the role he was playing and began to anticipate that soon he would be taking the man's hot sperm into his mouth. But after a while, during which the African played with Paul's prick and balls, he got up from the bed and said to Paul: "I want to fuck you. Get something to lubricate your asshole with."
Paul was at once terrified and fascinated by the man's request. He would be giving his ass to the man for his lust, just as a young girl gave her cunt to an older man. But he wanted it and he knew at once that however painful it would be to take the enormous black prick up his anus he would go through with it. Paul wanted to be fucked. He wanted it desperately.
Paul got up from the bed and went to his dressing table where he found a tube of white vaseline.
Back on the bed he asked his African seducer to put the lubricant into his anus.
Lying face downwards Paul waited for the touch of the man's fingers. It was a moment of excitement - of a kind he had not experienced for a long time, certainly not since he was an adult man. He felt strange at the role he had adopted, a strange and wonderful thrill to be frigged just as if he were a girl.
The man's finger was pushing the vaseline into his asshole. Oh, what a wonderful feeling, thought Paul as the finger probed and penetrated, working the lubricant into his rectal passage. And then the man stopped and Paul lay there in anticipation, his own hard prick pressed against the bed.
The man was parting his legs now and getting between them.
Paul's moment of utter submission to another man had now come.
The man bent down and guided his tremendous black prick towards Paul's ready-lubricated and almost avid anus. Paul did his best to spread his asscheeks: it would facilitate the African's entry into him and it also gave him a feeling of submissiveness.
The top of the black African prick touched the crinkly anus of the white man, and then Paul felt the black prick forcing its way into him as the man lowered his body onto him, his belly against Paul's ass. And then -
Then the lust which had been building up in the African reached boiling point and he suddenly rammed his prick all the way up Paul's asshole regardless of the pain it gave him. Paul screamed in agony: but too late. The prick had savagely probed him, pushed aside the membranes, tearing them as it did so, and was now hard up against his upper rectum. Paul almost fainted with the shock of the huge cock completely up his hole and lay inert on the bed under the man's weight as he tried to accept the burning pain that filled his whole being.
The man waited for a while and then he slowly pulled his prick down, down as far as Paul's rectal ring of muscle. And then he slowly pushed it back, back up to the very top of Paul's anus.
In and then down again and then back up again with the tempo gradually increasing as Paul lay under the man, submissive, waiting for it and wanting it, suddenly unaware of the pain, only aware of the strange thrill of being fucked, of the load of desire building up in his balls and at the head of his prick, the desire to be fucked and to achieve an orgasm with the man who was fucking and using his white body for his own desire and black lust.
The African had placed his hands under Paul's chest and was feeling for his nipples, trying to bring them to their full size as he began to ram his cock home with ruthless efficiency. And Paul squirmed in pain and delight as he felt the huge prick penetrate him, penetrate to his very vitals, invade his most secret, private asshole ... The African's hot breath was on his neck, and he heard the grunts of pleasure as the man approached his orgasm, his sweat lubricating their skins so that the man easily slid up and down on his asscheeks.
In and out, the cock rammed itself home. And the grunts of the man grew louder as he felt his climax approach. And then Paul, almost reaching a climax from the feeling of submission, the moving cock in his anus, and the friction of his own cock against the bed, and then Paul suddenly heard the man roar his delight and simultaneously he felt the hot sperm hitting against his lower asshole - the man was ejaculating in him, spunking into his white body, using it as if he were a woman with a ready cunt. Paul was amazed at the amount of boiling sperm being shot up his asshole by the negro.
The man's prick slipped from Paul when it became flaccid and after a while the man took Paul's cock in his mouth and sucked him beautifully off to a climax. Paul lay back fully satisfied when he felt his spunk jerking into the man's mouth, and then he had the thrill of knowing that the man was swallowing every drop of his semen that he would suck him bone dry ...
EPILOGUE
Paul was thirty-five. For seven or eight years he had indulged in every possible sexual perversion from bestiality to homosexuality, fetishism to boy-screwing. He had had the pleasure of being a member of th Anomalies Club, though the somewhat tarnished personnel that had made up its membership had never really appealed to him. He had committed incest with his sister Ursula on a number of occasions, and he had enjoyed the bodies of young girls such as Gina, Angelique and Rosalind. In recent months he had found new avenues for his lust, taking crippled women back to his flat, an old woman of seventy, young girls of ten and eleven, negro boys, and even a one-legged midget. There seemed to be no end to his perversity, no depths of depravity to which he would not sink, there was simply nothing in the whole realm of sex he wouldn't try ... And yet when Paul had been married to Lavinia he had been perfectly happy with her and had never dreamed of taking another woman, old or young, still less in indulging in the sado-masochistic perversions that had filled his recent years.
It was when Paul, sick at heart, sick and tired of the search for new sensations, decided to take a long rest that he met the woman who was to save him - the woman who was to be his second wife.
He travelled abroad to Paris, Milan, Rome, Florence, Belgrade and Bucharest. Although he was taking a rest he was still seeking and everywhere he went he was looking out for someone who could save him, a woman he could love and who would love him. But everywhere he found life flat, stale and unprofitable. In Turkey he fell for a young girl and enjoyed himself for a short week or two; in Greece he slept and screwed with a young boy of fourteen; in Egypt he witnessed new scenes of bestiality when he watched a donkey rape a young teenager brought in from the streets for the purpose. Despairing of finding any real happiness, he returned to London.
It was autumn, September. The days were golden and Paul Snow, a sadder though perhaps wiser man, was back at his work in Whitehall. Even his loneliness did not any longer drive him into coffee-bars or on long walks through districts where he thought he might find a young girl or some other sexual adventure. He went home almost every night to work on a book he was writing on the history of the twelfth century, and also to work on an autobiographical novel.
And then he met Celia Faulkner.
It was a wet night in Whitehall and Paul stood in the rain trying to get a taxi. But he had almost given up the idea when he caught sight of one moving in the middle of the road, half-hidden by other oncoming traffic. As he waved the taxi to the side a young woman dashed forward and was just about to claim it when Paul stepped up to the cabbie and said "Gainsborough Gardens."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said the young woman, "I didn't know you had the cab first."
Paul looked at her and his heart jumped. She was undoubtedly the most attractive woman he had ever seen - with her dark eyes, long black hair and smiling mouth. "Oh," said Paul, "let me give you a lift. I don't think you'll ever get a taxi tonight. Where are you going?"
"Oh, no, please don't let me delay you. I'll manage."
"No, come on, I'm going to Hampstead. Is that the way you are going?"
"Yes, more or less. I'm going to Regent's Park, not far from Chalk Farm. Do you go up Haverstock Hill?"
"Yes, that's my usual route, so you're hardly a few yards off my way. I'll drop you."
All this had happened in the rain and both of them were thankful when they could get into the taxi out of the driving wet. Paul stepped aside and held the door as the girl got in and sat at the far side of the cab. He followed her, slammed the door and they were off.
"Where shall I tell him?" asked Paul.
"Chalcott Square, number 17." Paul gave the instructions and told the cabbie to continue to Hampstead afterwards.
"Oh, it was very kind of you to give me a lift," the girl said smiling at him.
"Not at all, it's a pleasure." Paul was suddenly aware of the fuck-potentialities of the girl. She was a striking beauty, obviously intelligent, and with a hardon producing figure of the utmost in voluptuousness. She was, he supposed, about twenty-two, and in his heart he felt she was just the kind of woman he had been looking for ever since Lavinia died.
"Do you live in Chalk Farm," He asked her.
"Yes, I have a flat there. I share it with another girl. We work for the Design Center."
"Oh, that's interesting," said Paul, and he was now convinced that she was the sort of woman he should get to know slowly, that she was much more than just a casual fuck, even though he would have given anything to fuck her that night.
"And yourself?" she asked him.
"Oh, well that's a disappointing story. I ended up in the civil service, but I'm not quite as bad as that. I'm interested in history, music and - well, you know, good living ..."
"Wine, women and song?" she laughed.
"In a sense, yes. But not women in general. Though I have been guilty of all kinds of promiscuity in my time. But I think I'm changing - looking for a wife I can truly love."
The girl was silent for a time. And then they were at Chalk Farm and the driver was leaning back to ask exactly where Chalcott Crescent was. The girl directed him and within a few minutes she was getting out of the taxi.
"Look," said Paul. "It would be very nice if we could meet again sometime. Can we?"
"Yes." Looking at him quizzically the girl said, "Why not come in for a drink now?" And when she added that her friend was out, Paul did not know whether it was to be taken as an invitation or not.
He stayed at her flat for a couple of hours and they talked about London, the theatre and the latest novels as they drank a bottle of Beaujolais. Paul was fascinated with her and he ended by inviting her to dinner on the following Saturday. She accepted.
Saturday came and the girl duly arrived at the time arranged.
They dined and eventually retired to Paul's study-sitting-room that had witnessed so many hump-adventures in the previous few years.
The girl sat on the divan. She wore a long white dress, with a narrow black belt, dark but not black nylon stockings, and flat shoes with a single strap. Her long black hair was flared out on the cushions.
It was obvious that there was a mutual attraction between them, but they were both waiting for the spark that would set it alight. It came about half-an-hour after they had finished dinner.
"So you were married, but haven't found the right woman for a second marriage?" she asked.
"Well, I think I have found her as a matter of fact," said Paul his heart beginning to beat faster.
"Oh, what's she like, nice?"
"I think so. She's dark and tall. I think that she's probably a very wonderful person indeed."
"And I suppose you've been to bed with her. What's she like when you fucked her?" she asked with a shocking bluntness.
"No I haven't. I'd like to ... " and as he spoke Paul looked her straight in the eyes and he continued to look at her until she dropped her eye-lids. It looks as though she has guessed, thought Paul. He got up from his chair and went over to her. Taking her head between his hands he lifted it and spoke to her as he once again searched her eyes: "I would like to very much, but only if she wanted to very much herself."
The girl smiled and, lowering her eyelashes again she said, "She's not sure, but she's inclined to take a chance - oh, darling," and she flung her arms round his neck.
"Oh, God, Celia, I never thought you would. But I'll not let you down. It'll be the best fuck in the world, come let's go to bed."
He took her hand and led the lovely woman to his bedroom. And then he began to undress her as she stood there with her lovely candid eyes full of a new wonder and admiration for him. He undid the belt and then began to unbutton the twenty or more buttons that ran from the top of the dress to the bottom. When he had finished he took the dress from her arms and shoulders and she stood there in a wispy slip, white bra and panties underneath, and a slender garter-belt holding up her stockings. The slip he raised over her head and then he began to unclasp the brassiere. As he took it away from her shoulders and threw it onto the bed he saw her wonderfully firm and lovely titties for the first time. Reverently he bent down and kissed them lightly in turn. Now he pushed her panties down her legs, to reveal her massive bush of pubic hair running down to her glistening, moist pink cuntlips.
"Let us get on the bed now," he said as he flung off his coat, trousers and shirt. She kicked off her shoes and they jumped on the bed together and Paul took her in his arms. She panted as he felt for her cunt and began to moan quietly as his hand wandered down her legs and between her thighs, then to touch her luscious cuntlips.
She felt for his prick under his white briefs and pulled the shorts down to reveal his big hard-on. And then she pushed her hand down to cup his balls at the very moment that he began to part the lovely cuntlips.
"Oh, you're lovely," he said. "I can't believe it. It drives me mad to look at you and touch you like this. I must fuck you at once, love. Come."
He pushed his shorts completely off his legs and lying between the girl's legs he found her cunt with his avid pulsating penis and his excited throbbing cock and her vagina came into contact for the first time. He felt his dick-head slide into the moist and inviting cunt and then he lowered himself onto her body, taking her under the arms as he brought his lips down to hers and urged his prick up her clinging, vaginal walls. He knew at that moment that she was the woman for him.
She put her arms around his neck and kept his lips close to hers as she moved her cunt to meet his gentle thrusts. And gradually they attained a rapid rhythmic motion, her asscheeks lifting from the bed to meet his dick's thrusts. And soon they were on the edge of their first, orgasm together.
When they finally came together explosively it was as if the world had been born anew for both of them. Paul's boiling, creamy sperm spurted into her lovely vagina as he sought her lips again and as she clung to him, releasing her cunt-juices to bathe his throbbing, thrusting cock.
After their glorious come was over they lay there for an hour before either of them moved.
"Oh, darling, it was lovely," she said.
"The very best fuck I have ever had," was all Paul could murmur. And then suddenly he asked her: "Will you marry me? I don't think I could go on without you after experiencing that wonderful cunt of yours!"
"Nor I. I have had one or two affairs but it's never been very satisfactory. I guess you are the man for me, though at one point I doubted it. Yes, I'll marry you."
And so Paul's sex tribulations came to an end. Now he is happily married to his lovely Celia and she has borne him three children. He has been able at last to find his place in life. And it was achieved only after he found the proper combination of character, personality - and most important of all a truly compatible cunt!
PART TWO
Chapter One
Patricia wondered how long the maid was going to be in her room screwing around with the duster. Not that she supposed that it really mattered for she had all the time in the world to spare. She knew her parents had gone for a sail, leaving her at the hotel to spend a lazy day. Still she did want to change from her dress to a bikini and bask on her balcony. Surely the maid would go away and leave her in peace? After speculating like this for a few minutes, she then thought that perhaps she was being a bit prudish. It was rather silly of her to worry about a mere servant. She decided that she would take off her clothes and put on the bikini there and then and think nothing of the presence of the maid. She stood in front of the mirror of the wardrobe admiring herself, pirouetting on her toes and running her hands over her flat stomach and round voluptuous ass. Then she started to remove her clothes. First, her dress, casually and simply unbuttoning it down to the waist and then pulling it up over her head. Carelessly she tossed it on the bed and once more looked at herself in the mirror.
What she saw made her feel pleased. She was only sixteen, but married men looked at her in a frankly horny and lecherous manner that excited her. And boys of her own age showed her tangible evidence of her appeal, stiff pricks that she liked to hold between her soft fingers, and have pressed against her belly and thighs. Even better than that she remembered with joy the few occasions that boys had been bold enough to go further with her and thrill her with the violation of her cunt. She had loved to feel their adolescent bodies between her thighs and their eager cocks forcing their way into her willing but inexperienced vagina. This had not happened often enough for her liking but being so young and inexperienced, and although being thrilled at the time but still a little frightened at the prospect, she was not sure of what she could do to improve the situation. The boys she knew were mostly inexperienced as well and were too conscious of being repulsed to pursue their advances to their logical conclusion. Still she did have a lot of fun and she knew that she would have a lot more in the future. Her thoughts were never far from fucking, especially when she was dressing or undressing and she could observe her own body at leisure. She was proud of what she had to offer and was delighted at the fact that she could and would be able to go on exciting men.
She was thinking about sex as her slip followed her dress and she stood in bra, panties, garter-belt and stockings. She unfastened the clip of her bra and the garment slid away, unveiling Patricia's lush, exquisite breasts. Her nipples stiffened as they met the air and Patricia automatically stroked them with the tips of her fingers. She had forgotten that she was not alone but as she looked in the mirror again she suddenly became aware of the maid again. She saw the woman standing close behind her, also looking in the mirror and watching the scantily clad girl caress herself. Patricia removed her hands at once from her tits as her cheeks flushed with the embarrassment and looked at the woman closely for the first time. She saw that the woman was in her late twenties and was actually rather attractive. She was well proportioned with very full breasts and long legs. She had thick red lips which were slightly parted and a strange sort of expression on her face, admiring and flattering, but also desiring like a man. Patricia stood perfectly still as, in the mirror, she saw the woman's hands come up, and felt them pushing through under her arms. She watched and waited with bated breath as the hands slid certainly forward, round to the naked surge of her tits.
To be approached like this by a woman, and a servant at that was quite intolerable, but Patricia tolerated it. The careful hands cupped her firm breasts deliberately, gently squeezing the springy flesh and lifting the youthful hillocks upwards. The young girl's reason ordered her to break the contact at once, but her emotions held her still as her breasts tingled at the other's touch. A thumb and forefinger imprisoned each of her nipples, then began to squeeze and draw out the hard little knobs of pink flesh until they crinkled and thrust out. Patricia's breathing became labored as the woman stroked and rubbed, thrilling her to the utmost and giving her sensations of undeniable pleasure that made her turn her head with offered lips.
The woman maintained her lascivious caressing as she took the impulsively offered mouth in a long provocative kiss. A kiss that kindled the girl's passion as lips parted and tongues met in lascivious greeting. Patricia put her own hands behind her and clutched nervously at the woman's dress. Her titties throbbed like mad and her nipples tingled blissfully as the woman's hands slid slowly away from them, down towards her belly. Her vagina had begun to itch as it did when she was handling a boy's excited genitals. The woman's hands moved palms downwards over her body, inside the loose waistband of her flimsy panties, over her smooth flat tummy, to toy with the tangled bush-hair that molded the mound of her cunt. The hands pressed against her groin and she felt her vaginal lips drawn apart, then several fingertips moving playfully along the length of her gash. One hand moved to send an invading finger searching into her cunthole, already moist and yielding. The other hand lay over her pubic hair while a skillful finger stroked her sensitive clitoris.
Reluctantly withdrawing from the kiss, the girl looked to the mirror and watched with fascination the arms that crossed her abdomen and the bulges inside her panties that told of the hands that so cleverly and improperly were arousing her cunt to a pitch of sexual desire. Without conscious reason, Patricia hastily tugged at the woman's dress, pulling it right up until her hands encountered frilly panties. She fumbled at the garment behind her and eventually got her hands inside to touch the woman's sticky cunt. Between her own thighs the girl felt utter bliss, the delicious prelude as she only knew too well, of a masturbated climax. She clawed wildly at the woman's gaping twat in her frenzy of desire. Looking at the other woman's legs in the mirror, bared from ankle to belly, she was thrilled in the same way that she was with the sight of a boy with his trousers down.
"Let's do it properly," the woman suddenly exclaimed, breaking their embrace. "We needn't keep our clothes on here." And she began to pull off her clothes in front of the panting flushed girl. She quickly tossed her garments aside and proudly displayed her thrusting full breasts and densely-forested cunt. Patricia felt bound to follow suit and deftly slid down her panties to bare her own pretty vagina to the woman's hot star. For a moment they looked admiringly at each other's twats and tits then Patricia was clasped in the woman's arms, her willing lips receiving a kiss of scorching intensity.
Somehow the bed seemed to draw them to it until they stumbled and fell onto it, still locked in each other's arms. The older woman broke away at last and to Patricia's surprise turned away from her. The woman turned herself round and her superb long legs sprawled astride Patricia's head with the wide open hot cunt right over her face. At the same time Patricia realized that the woman's head was down by her bush.
"This is the way to make love, darling." the woman laughed, "Just do it the way I do."
The girl gasped at the touch of a warm mouth kissing her cunt, pouting lips avidly devouring her yearning gash. And then there was a darting tongue, sliding like a snake inside her slit and licking to and fro over her excited clitoris. To complete the act, a rigidly held thumb was thrust deep into her moist cunthole. With a cry of sheer joy Patricia grasped the maid's bare ass and pulled her magnificent cunt down to her face. Trembling with eager longing she kissed the woman's mature twat, slobbering messily at the gaping hole. Her tongue experimented along the moist, hot gash and settled to a rapid licking when it located the swollen clitoris.
It would have been impossible to say who was the more excited, the woman or the girl; the woman for the thrill of another frigging of an innocent girl; or the girl because of her discovery of a new hump delight. But each went for the other's cunt with feverishly working mouth, and each writhed and heaved under the other's ministrations. Two shapely naked bodies trembled with desire and sweated with lust. Two healthy females gave their enraptured cunts to the thrills of lesbianism. The sweetly innocent Patricia was convulsed with the supreme pleasure first, her smooth white belly heaving rhythmically, and her firm asscheeks twitching uncontrollably. But the woman was quickly in harmony with her, heaving even more strenuously and shuddering all over. Each one gave and received a full flow of female cunt-juice.
Patricia was in seventh heaven, her teenage body tingling all over with the thrills of her initiation into unrestrained lesbian frigging. She just couldn't force her tongue far enough into the gaping juicy cunt of the woman. As for the maid, she could ask for no more satisfying lover than a highly respectable and pretty young girl, previously innocent of feminine caresses. She had worked her own cunt lecherously to and fro in the girl's mouth, while her own tongue took a vicious delight in teaching the joys of sweet perversion to a young girl.
The two lovers lay together, sweating and breathing heavily as the indescribably enjoyable tingle of their embraces still pervaded their cunts. Very slowly the woman twisted her body round until she lay the same way as the girl. Then their mouths were savagely clamped together in a passionate kiss. Then as they lay happily on the bed, fondling each other's nipples and cunts, they talked about themselves. Patricia admitted that she was only sixteen, still at school, until then innocent of female caresses, but had a little experience of juvenile frigging around with boys of her own age.
The maid's name was Joan, she was twenty-six, and was very much experienced in all forms of love and perversion with both women and men. She told Patricia that she was completely bisexual, but did have a preference for making love to women. She also told the girl that she could introduce her to every worthwhile experience in sex.
Patricia was excited when Joan said, "You ought to have a real cock inside you, my dear. Those young boys are all very well, but they don't know enough and their pricks aren't big enough. You'll love it, to get a fully grown man's cock stuck right up your cunt."
Patricia thrilled to the other's blunt way of speech and use of frank words. Patricia had heard all the words but she was really too shy to use them herself. "Oh, I would," she replied. "It must be awfully thrilling. Most of the boys I know are too scared to really try anything except feel my pussy and get me to masturbate them. I've often wanted them to ... er ... fuck me ... but I didn't know how to make them."
"That's right, darling, use all the words. You want to be fucked, and you want a big prick stuck up your horny cunt. Say so. Anyway after I've arranged a few things for you, when you go back from your vacation you'll be able to get all the cock you want. But you mustn't take too much of an interest in men as such, just their genitals. I'll do my best to get you a virile fucker tonight, here in your bedroom. And you can fuck in the dark the first time so that you won't feel any inhibitions." The talking had made both of them excited again and Joan continued, "but now ..." and started to kiss Patricia's left nipple. At the same time her knee was pressed between the girl's thighs, pushing at the youthful cunt, moving determinedly to and fro.
Patricia trembled with longing at the electric thrills in her titties. Then she became aware of the action of the rounded knee forcing her cuntlips wide apart and moving regularly over her clitoris. She felt her love grow strong and gave herself fully to the rhythmic knee. She felt herself coming, and clutched at Joan's thigh to encourage the strange seduction, urging the knee more firmly into her groin and speeding the cunt-caressing movement. She caught her breath and sobbed with exultation as she lost all control and her squashed cunt heaved and jerked madly to its sticky climax.
Joan felt the girl's pleasure covering her knee with hot cunt-juice and she quickly moved the young hand from her thigh to her own twat, content to relieve herself with a simple masturbation. Patricia's hand, used to exploring her own cunt, soon found Joan's hard, erect clitoris and rubbed it expertly. Joan moved her ass in time to the girl's strokes and soon she too had arrived at her orgasm, flooding the girl's hand with her oozing twat-juice. Again they embraced, kissing and fondling each other until their passion had once more subsided. Then Joan, reluctantly got off the bed and got dressed.
"I will have to go now, I still have some rooms to do. I will come and see you tonight, and be ready to expect a visitor."
Then she left. Patricia lay on the bed, arms and legs wide apart, cunt hot but relaxed, breasts and nipples firm and erect. Day-dreaming, she thought of the pricks that she was going to get, she was now fully aroused and aware of the possibilities, and her own ability to satisfy her sexual cravings. Gradually one hand crept nearer her cunt and she pulled her knees up and back. Slowly she fingered herself, sticking two fingers into her wet open gash and rubbing her clitoris at the same time with the back of her thumb. Quickly she jerked her ass as her hand increased speed until she felt herself coming. As her cunt gushed forth its hot come-juices she brought her thighs together imprisoning her hand. Her cunt throbbed as it bathed her hand and her hips jerked convulsively.
Later she got up and dressed and went down to the beach. Everywhere she went, she was not only conscious of the half-dressed men and women basking themselves in the sun and the piercing lecherous looks she got from men, but of the functions of their bodies. Each good-looking man or woman she saw was just so much prick or cunt. She tried to imagine what each woman's cunt was like. Did she have a long deep gash with thick lips, or was it a half hidden slit? Was that woman's cunt hairy or not, and how big was her clitoris? The bulges in men's trunks were a fascination to her and she blushed continually as she tried hard not to look too hard and obviously. What would that man look like completely naked next to her, readying himself to push his prick deep into her cunt? She walked around in a daze with these and similar thoughts buzzing around in her mind but gradually she got herself under control with a great effort of will. She knew if she didn't she would go real cock-crazy and was liable to go up to the nearest man and offer to fuck him there and then on the public beach.
Eventually she found a more deserted part of the beach and lay down to sun herself. She toasted herself for an hour and then returned to the hotel for lunch by herself. When she had finished she couldn't face going back to the beach so she went to her room. First she tried to read a book but didn't get very far with it so she had a nap. When she woke it was early evening so she got up and went for a walk before having dinner. She hadn't seen her parents return so she assumed that they had gone out somewhere after the sailing expedition and would come back late. She was anxious for her expected rendezvous with her unknown lover and after she had eaten she went up to her room and waited.
After an hour or so there was a knock at the door. Patricia opened it for Joan who lightly kissed her cheek and closed the door behind her.
"You'll have to come with me to my room," she said. "I've made all the arrangements. I'll meet you in the ladies' room of the bar in an hour."
Then she again kissed her lightly on the cheek and was gone. For Patricia the next hour was a torment. She wandered around aimlessly, continually looking at her watch and finding that only two minutes had passed since she had last looked at it. Finally though she went to the meeting place to comb her hair and do her lips. Joan came in after her and motioned her to follow. They went into the staff quarters and eventually they were standing in Joan's room.
"Take off all your clothes, dear and slip right into my bed. I'll put the light off and a very capable man will come and visit you. Don't talk to him on any account, just give all the cunt and everything else you can. And have fun, darling."
Thus Joan issued the instructions to Patricia and she, tingling all over with anticipation, peeled off her clothes. Once in the nude she couldn't help touching herself in front of her mentor, and rubbed her hand over her bush. Joan gave her a playful slap on the asscheeks, kissed her tenderly, and pushed her over to the bed.
A few minutes later the maid was along the corridor talking to a well-built, middle-aged man.
"It's all arranged, Mr. Scott. There's a very desirable young lady in the bed, waiting to oblige you. She's not a prostitute, and she's a bit reserved but she wants it all right. Don't talk to her, just have all the fun you feel like with her, you can be as dirty as you like. I think we said my fee would be twenty dollars, didn't we. Thank you, Mr. Scott, this way."
The man handed her the money he had ready and she led him to her bedroom door. Outside she smiled and gave him a kiss, letting her hand pass over the front of his trousers where she could feel his cock already stirring manfully.
Patricia lay between the cool sheets, her thoughts racing madly as she waited for her first real man. She was fingering her cunt to steady her desire, for she had seen some photographs of adult men and she knew that incredibly big cocks they had. She hoped she would be able to accommodate and please the unknown man that Joan had found for her.
The door opened and closed. She heard movements across the room and heavy breathing. There was a rustling of clothing being removed, the sound of shoes being placed on the floor. The bed sank at one side, the sheets were pulled down and a body slid into bed beside her.
The girl was petrified now the moment had arrived. She lay absolutely still as the stranger settled down into the bed. Then a big hairy hand touched her arm and slid over her breasts to grip her shoulder. She was drawn towards the intruder till his breath was on her cheek, and his lips, thick and sensual, met hers in a kiss that seemed familiar in a way, yet new. The man evidently liked the taste of her, for he prolonged the kiss till her lips were forced apart, and his thick tongue insinuated itself into her mouth.
She had to twine her arms round his neck and hold him to her, admiring the broadness of his shoulders and the hairiness of his chest as he was pressed against her own body. Then suddenly against her naked thigh she felt something very hard that she knew was the only thing that mattered to her about the man. She knew nothing of the art of fucking and she simply allowed her instincts to take over and just do the things she felt compelled to. Her hand slid purposefully down the man's powerful body to his muscular belly. She marveled at the thick mass of his curly bush-hair as she felt lower to seize hold of his superb fully erect penis. The man started, at her bold initiative and thrust his cock forward to show that he appreciated it. Her small hand grasping his thick shaft excited him and he put his own hand on her wrist so that he could help her to rub his dick. Patricia was adept at jerking off boys and it pleased her to find that a grown man got the same pleasure from it. She wrapped her fingers round his rigid prick and frigged him with a steady stroke. As she jerked his big cock she felt the man getting worked up and soon he began to gasp and grunt, but this was not to last.
Suddenly he twisted over on top of her and forced her legs apart with his knees. She still held onto his cock and directed it for him as he abruptly lowered his body onto hers. His thick dick-head came between her loins to the mouth of her cunt. His hand was at her cunt, feeling it and holding the outer lips apart as he lowered his body. The stiff dick touched the entrance to her slit and she had a moment of panic as she thought of his great-sized prick, much bigger than any she had been used to. But before she could get really anxious he had thrust his belly at her and his huge prick of pleasure started to thrust into her cunt.
The man knew that the girl who had been procured for him was young, very young, and this pleased him. Her body was full, in adolescent bloom and smooth and soft to handle. She obviously found his adult penis impressive, and he realized that she had not, in all probability, handled such a big cock before. It gave him a terrific desire to fuck her, and use her, with all the zest he could muster. He loved to feel a nice wet cunt closing over the full length of his shaft, especially a tight and hardly-used one like this. Patricia had to hold tight to him, as he put the whole solid length of his dong inside her, to prevent herself from crying out, so enormous was the hard dick stretching her immature cunt. She had never felt anything like it before. It pained her, but still thrilled her to the core of her being ...
And the fucking he gave her was truly magnificent, in keeping with his size and strength. The man drove his prick up and down the girl's passage with increasing lust. For Patricia, the vigor of his action was new and exciting, and she squirmed her body to urge her partner further into her cunt, discovering with pleasure that the more prick she got, and harder that it was thrust into her, the greater her joy. Both of them were frantic and neither had the heart or mind to delay the supreme sensation. The man had an uncontrollable desire to fill the girl's cunt with his potent sperm, to prove to her his virility, and he was in no mood to delay his ultimate pleasure to consider her feelings. And the girl wanted to prove her sexual capabilities by draining this man of his whole male strength. Neither of them considered the other, as they raced with increasing hump-speed to a raging climax. The man thrust his rock hard cock harder and deeper into her willing avaricious pussy while the girl bucked her hips and threshed her torso in an effort to swallow his prick forever in her greedy vagina.
At the pace they were going neither could last very long and the man ejaculated first. He poured out his white-hot sperm in an awe inspiring flood that convulsed him as if he had received a violent electric shock. His prick kicked and jerked, plunged to the limit in the girl's cunt, his bush-hairs mingled with hers and his balls slapped hard against her buttocks. His spunk shot from his swollen knob in powerful bursts of the creamy cock-juice, emptying his balls, weakening his spine and giving him a heady feeling of half-intoxication and half-fainting. His final assault was too much for Patricia, his pecker packing her cunt to capacity, his spunk splashing hotly in her womb, and she heaved her belly and twitched her own orgasm down her hot, sensation-seeking cunt. They shuddered and writhed together, each squeezing the last tiny-drop of pleasure from the other, determined to get all they could from their anonymous hot fuck together.
They must have created a lot of noise at the finish, gasping and moaning with their exertions and pleasure, and Joan must have been listening in the corridor. For at once the door was opened and closed and the light switched on. The man and the girl blinked and looked at each other for the first time in the sudden unexpected illumination.
"Patricia!"
"Daddy!"
The man went white with alarm, then very red with shame and embarrassment. The girl was close to tears, but slowly a smile spread over her face.
"Oh, Daddy," she murmured, "You've done such a lovely thing to me. I felt your wonderful prick inside me, daddy darling, it was so beautiful and exciting. You're so big and strong and that cock of yours gave me such a thrill."
"Pat, my precious," he choked. "I've done a terrible thing to you. Oh, my God, this is dreadful. What shall I do?"
Joan then broke in, drawing attention to her presence in the room.
"Don't be such a hypocrite," she told him plainly. "Now your prick is soft and shrinking, you're outraged and full of remorse. But a few minutes ago you didn't give a damn whose daughter you were screwing and debauching. All you cared about was the cunthole you'd got your cock into - and you thought it was a wonderful hole, didn't you?"
Joan had come over to the bed as she spoke and was slipping off her clothes. Quickly she was completely nude, the last garment to go being her frilly black panties. As she slowly and lasciviously pulled them down her legs, she pushed her belly forward in a sexy manner to draw attention to her hairy cunt. Mr. Scott and Patricia both stared with fascination at her lewd gestures as she stepped out of the flimsy garment and kicked it aside contemptuously. The lips of her cunt were plainly visible through her forest of thick hair, as well as the tip of her pronounced clitoris. Joan stood in front of them and slowly rubbed the palm of one hand over her bush-hair while gently caressing her breasts with the other. Her nipples were already hard and prominent and she gently tweaked them in turn. Then she opened her legs, wet two fingers in her mouth, and slowly insinuated them into her gash.
"If I said you could give your cock some fun in here now," she said, "you'd be fucking me at the double, wouldn't you, letting your own daughter watch you spend your lust on the body of a chambermaid. You'd get a lot of joy out of that, wouldn't you, you horny bastard."
And again she slid her fingers well inside her slit, leering at him as he licked his lips and slid across the bed towards her.
Joan took hold of the bedclothes and pulled them right down, uncovering the naked man and girl, revealing that even now he still had a restless hand up her crotch. In spite of his professed shock, he was still feeling his daughter's oozing, ravished cunt, fondling it like a lover. Between his thighs his big dick was beginning to harden again, stirring with desire into a virile dong which was like a young man's. Joan's cunt was attractive and her naked body exciting. Her words drew him on, thrilling him, for his wife never spoke of their intercourse frankly and openly.
"You're a filthy bitch," he snarled at her. "You took my money and whored me my own daughter. Well, all right, I admit I enjoyed her. Why shouldn't I? She's a lovely girl and she's been very good. She's got her mother's body and my mind and I've got what she wants all right. But I don't pay for my own child. I've got twenty dollars worth of servant girl cunt due to me and I'm going to have it."
Patricia gasped at her father's outburst, then marveled at the powerful stirring of his big prick in her hand. She was no longer a shy adolescent girl, but suddenly in the last few minutes had grown into a mature fuckable sexy woman.
"Gosh, daddy," she exclaimed. "You're - well, I mean, it's a big hardon again already. And I know you filled me with your - er - sperm because I felt it. I suppose I'm not really old enough for you."
The man looked at his young daughter and smiled tenderly. He gave the end of her nose a playful kiss and he felt for her wrist and pressed it to and fro to make her rub his cock.
"Don't be a silly girl," he told her firmly. "You know perfectly well I had a marvelous fuck with you, and I certainly did shoot a full load of spunk up your beautiful cunt. From now on you'll be getting an awful lot more from me, my dear. But right now this whore of a maid has got to earn her money properly, and that means getting her cunt on the receiving end of my prick - all right, darling don't jerk me off, for goodness sake. You can do that as often as you fancy later on."
Mr. Scott pulled away from his daughter and got out of bed. He faced Joan with his powerful prick sticking straight out from his hairy belly. His eyes blazed with hump-lust, glowing as though on the threshold of a violent rape. But if was an awesome sight, Joan showed no sign of fear. Instead she looked quite triumphant, as though she had got the man right where she wanted him. She drew her shoulders back and arched her body so that her full breasts and gorgeous cunt were thrust provocatively forwards, challenging his prick's virility.
With a cry that was almost an animal snarl, he suddenly moved towards her, his hands reaching out to capture her body. But she was ahead of him, and with a swift supple movement she jumped onto the bed, landing on her hands and knees across it. Mr. Scott was momentarily dismayed, but his attitude changed when he saw how the woman was now posed before him on the bed. He was looking straight at the most tempting ass he could recall. Joan's naked asscheeks thrust tantalizingly towards him in indisputable sexual invitation.
He saw the deep cleavage between her smooth round asscheeks, and in the half shaded valley he could see the small, round hole of her anus. Below that cute little asshole, which he was forced to admire, he saw the vivid gash of her superb cunt, gaping wide as she posed with her strong thighs well parted. The lustful man gripped his dick-head in his hand, gloatingly drawing the foreskin back off his shiny wet dick-head. Determinedly he moved up to the bed and placed his big hands on Joan's hips. He then moved his belly closer to her asscheeks and his cock jabbed between the back of her thighs. His rigid prick went straight to the offered vagina, his big cock-head jabbing at her hairy cunt. He licked his lips at the prospect of fucking the servant girl from the ass-ways position like a dog. He always found that position enabled him to get the maximum length of cock up a girl's cunt.
Joan waited until she felt the thick excited dick poking its way into the mouth of her twat. The urge to press back at him and draw the full glory of his prodigious pecker into her horny hole was strong, but not so strong as her urge to have something else.
"What sort of man are you?" she asked him, "putting your prick in there. Can't you see what I'm offering you? Don't you like to fuck assholes? My ass is as nice as any you'll ever find. Can't you see I want you to fuck my ass? I just love to be buggered, to feel a thick strong prick forcing its way right up my asshole!"
She gave a wriggle that sprung his stiff prick out of her cunt. Her hand reached through her legs, caught his thick shaft, and moved it up a couple of inches. If he had doubted her words, her action made it perfectly plain that she wanted a perverted humping for his frantic prick-head was now pressing at the ring of her asshole. "You're crazy, you filthy whore." he gasped, "You've got the loveliest cunt I've seen for a long time, just ripe for fucking, but you, you perverted bitch prefer to use your asshole to receive me. Oh I admit I like it, I've always enjoyed buggery, but I've never met a woman before who has actually asked for it. My cock is as good as the best and I know I can make you perfectly happy by fucking you normally, but if you want me to force my prick into your asshole I'm very willing to oblige."
Patricia could only stare at all this, open-mouthed. The sigh of her father, stripped naked and fully erect, chasing an equally nude woman and frantically attempting to get his cock shoved up her cunt, astounded her. Then, Joan's words amazed her even more. But after that to have heard her father speak the way he did absolutely flabbergasted her. She began to wonder what her mother was like when she was being fucked. Did her parents speak this way to each other? Was her dear sweet mother a horny, sexy whore like mother's sex life, but now she didn't know what Joan? She had never before speculated on to think. She couldn't really imagine her mother, naked, with wide open cunt, mouthing filthy words and begging to be fucked. And as for her father, he was acting like a raging, cunt-crazed animal. But she was thrilled all the same, and a thought came to her mind unbidden. I must try to watch mummy and daddy having a fuck she thought to herself, that would be really exciting. But once more she turned her attention to the scene in front of her. She saw her father struggling behind the maid with admiring eyes how Joan worked her asscheeks against his rampant prick, until her father with a long bestial cry slammed his belly hard against the woman's asshole. Patricia realized that he must have made entry into her rectal hole for Joan, too, uttered a cry of mingled triumph and agony. The magnificent prick pried open the ring of her anus and came plunging demandingly up her asshole. She had to brace her body with all her strength to keep in position, so huge was the cock that had penetrated up her ass and so frenzied was the assault of her reviser.
Patricia gasped as she got closer to watch his dick penetrating, seeing clearly how the thick shaft of male cock slid relentlessly up Joan's asshole. She felt a sympathetic tingling in her own ass as she tried to appreciate what it would be like to have a cock thrusting up inside it. The recollection of how her father's prick had stretched her cunt made her shudder when she thought how much harder it would be to take one up her rectum. But she resolved she was going to try taking a cock up her ass at the first opportunity.
"Patricia, my darling," it was Joan who cried to her. "Quickly, my sweetheart, I need your love. Hurry, precious child, put your lips to my cunt and make me delirious with your kisses. Please, Patricia hurry."
Patricia was surprised, but she discovered she was by no means displeased, at the woman's urging. Her young body was on fire with passion at the sight of her virile father committing a highly stimulating, perverted act with the lovely woman. She knew that she wanted a thrilling outlet.
"Oh, Joan," she cried, hastily moving herself to get underneath the buxom body. "I do Jove you so much and I want to make you happy."
The girl put herself lying between the woman's arms with her head between her parted knees. She looked up at the crouched body and saw the full beauty of the mature cunt close to her father's groin, seeing a man's genitals in close-up for the first time. His huge hairy testicles swung over her face as his thick cock jabbed remorselessly in and out of Joan's incredibly receptive anus.
The young girl had heard of men who took boys' trousers down and did disgusting things with their assholes, but she hadn't realized that a woman could be fucked in the same way - or that a woman would enjoy it, as Joan very obviously did, judging by her incessant moaning.
"My cunt, Patricia, my empty cunt." Joan groaned. "Suck it for me, darling. I want you badly."
The girl at once raised her head and buried her face between Joan's moist cuntlips. Her mouth eagerly found the gaping wet cunt and as she kissed it with open mouth, her tongue stabbed lecherously out to flicker ardently at Joan's erecting stiff clitoris.
The chambermaid held herself exultantly on her hands and knees, her contorted face revealing! the agonies of delight that pervaded her marvelously naked body. Her asshole was fuller than it had ever been before and the man behind her was fucking her with tremendous zest. She felt the strength and size of his cock ripping her anus open and the powerful drive of his rigid shaft right up her passage to the depths of her bowels. She gave her asshole completely with a desire that amazed Mr. Scott. Although a very experienced man, this was the first time he had come across a woman who absolutely delighted in being fucked up her asshole! Up until now he had always been unlucky and had always had to force a woman to do it against her will. Certainly he had never had a woman ask him to do it, and no woman he had buggered, had enjoyed it. His wife always protested and cried when he fucked her up the ass, and one of his secretaries had actually fainted the first time he forced his prick into her asshole. Not that that had saved her, either on that occasion, or subsequently. But he could feel that this woman actually got a thrill out of it. Her buttocks were working marvelously, rotating and wriggling to get the maximum length of cock into her rectum and her asshole relaxed and contracted just like a cunt. Her anal muscles gripped his big cock like a vise, drawing him into her, expelling him, and then drawing him back in a regular rhythm. He felt the luscious cheeks of her ass against his belly as he thrust every last fraction of an inch of his pecker into her. His balls were tight and heavy and slapped against her with every stroke. His fingers pinched her buttocks viciously as he made his violent assault and her increasing pleasurable moaning urged him on to greater force. He became aware of his sweet young daughter with her head below his genitals. He knew she was cunt-lapping the woman and oddly enough it pleased him to think that his own little girl was a pervert too.
Joan felt the deep rooted warnings in her asshole as the man's cock approached his climax. And in sympathy the girl's feverish sucking and licking of her cunt roused her to the brink of ecstasy. She held herself steady, her cunt tingling blissfully right on the edge of her orgasm, waiting for the man to explode. When it came it was fantastic, the colossal cock kicking like a shot gun up her ass, the hot sticky spunk gushing out of his enlarged dick and spurting in big blobs into her all the way up her hole.
She cried out, for there was pain as well as joy, but then she gave all her passion to Patricia, her generous cunt opened wide on the girl's mouth, and her flickering clitoris moved on the licking tongue. She moaned and heaved achieving a wonderful orgasm, ejaculating her sticky cunt-juice into Patricia's welcoming mouth. The girl received the woman's spend with joy, knowing what pleasure that it meant for the woman she loved, knowledge confirmed by the convulsions of the naked bush and belly above her, and the twitching of the inner parts of the tasty vagina. She was aware too of the pleasure that her father felt, for she could feel his violent ejaculation as his virile prick was thrust to the hilt up Joan's asshole.
Mr. Scott reluctantly dragged his still hard cock out of Joan's ass, getting a further thrill just from looking down and seeing his fat shaft sliding from such an attractive, feminine ass. He saw that his daughter was also watching the withdrawal, eyes wide with wonder that such a huge vigorous dick should be able to enter such a small rectum. He was ready to relax now. But to his amazement the woman now urged him to lie down on the bed. Ready to agree to anything, he got onto the bed and lay beside her.
"We have had our bit of fun, Mr. Scott," Joan said calmly. "But your charming daughter is in urgent need of her most natural fulfillment."
"But I - you know that - " the man indignantly stammered and was unable to complete his objections but then he leered at his child and drew courage from the remembrance that she had handled him first. "I fucked her good and hard and she's got a cunt full of my spunk to show for it."
Joan took his head in her hands and drew it towards the girl's cunt.
"Certainly you fucked her, you dirty devil, your cock didn't care whose cunt it was screwing. But your daughter is a healthy child, hot with the desire of teen-age twat, and her real passion is for me and my kissing. You understand? A man with a cock as big as yours can give her kicks, but real pleasure she can only get from me. Now you teach her what it's like to cock-suck a grown man, while I make her really wriggle."
And in front of the girl's startled father, Joan lowered her head between Patricia's splayed legs and put her face to the charming open slit, then poked out her red tongue before sending it probing up and down the length of the juicy young gash. Although Patricia was new to this kind of orgiastic sex, she was now eager to soak herself in every perverted fuck-activity she could discover. She knew that soon the tingling that Joan now provoked in her cunt would be worked up to the most thrilling climax, so she was keen to sample the tit-bits Joan had suggested.
She reached out to get hold of her father's cock, taking the paternal penis in her small hand and rubbing it mischievously. Mr. Scott looked at his naughty daughter and she opened her kiss-able mouth in frank invitation to him. As she jerked him off he felt the inevitable lust for her, and as the lesbian was making love to the girl's twitching cunt, he moved his belly steadily towards her face. He liked being sucked off, his wife being very good at it. But usually she would not completely suck him off as she did not want his hot sperm in her mouth, but would only harden him up for a further fuck. He liked to fuck a girl's mouth, all the way so she got his spunk, especially when they choked on it trying to swallow it. Some girl's leaned over him and sucked him, while others reversed themselves on top of him so that he could explore their steaming cunts with his mouth as they sucked. But with Joan going steady at Patricia's cunt, he had to straddle the girl crosswise and aim his cock down at her mouth.
Patricia's cunt was burning with passion as Joan cunt-lapped her with love and desire. She looked closely at her father's prick and drew it to her mouth.
"Daddy, darling," she sobbed, "I adore your wonderful big cock and I want to have it in my mouth. And darling daddy, I want to have your sperm in my mouth and swallow it. Does mummy do it to you, and swallow the lovely oozing juice that she usually has in her cunt. Daddy, my love, my man, my cock!"
And she pulled the huge penis between her parted red lips and sucked the bared knob deep inside her mouth. His cock seemed to fill her mouth, almost choked her as he nervously pushed it into her gullet. She held it with her lips and flattened her tongue on it. Then she sucked it like a lollipop as he began a rocking movement to and fro just as if he were fucking her in her mouth.
He was in ecstasy, working his prick in and out of her sensuous mouth, fucking her face. But his big thrill was the fact that his own dear little daughter was a lovely sexual pervert like himself. She had all her mother's sexual beauty and a filthy mind to go with it. He fucked her mouth vigorously and Patricia loved it. She absolutely adored the intimacy of having a good strong prick in her mouth. And all the time she had between her hot thighs the darling servant, licking her cunt and cunt-lapping her to paradise. She twitched and writhed as the experienced tongue roused her to a frenzy of desire. She felt herself beginning to come in the most exquisite orgasm she had ever known.
Patricia felt the most incredible stabs of pleasure in her cunt as Joan sucked her off. Her belly went taut, her legs were thrust out, and her voluptuous ass quivered violently on the bed. Inside her cunt she felt the beginnings of a second thrilling orgasm as Joan continued to suck her cuntlips and clitoris. She bucked and jerked and gave her juice to Joan's mouth, spending and dribbling her vaginal secretions incessantly.
Her passion also expressed itself in her mouth and she sucked her father's cock so lustfully that he had no option but to spurt off. He plunged his excited penis as far into her mouth as it would go, then he jerked at her repeatedly and every time shot out a load of fertile sperm, thick creamy spend that spurted into Patricia's throat, compelling her to swallow it.
"Patricia, my love," he cried out. "I don't mind you loving other girls if you'll always do this to me."
And the three of them had to collapse on the bed with frigging exhaustion and take a rest. But only for a little while!
PART THREE
Mrs. Molly Van Gossen fucked out and completely exhausted four husbands and had divorced them all in turn. She came from a wealthy family and all her husbands' had been rich men so all her life there had been nothing material she had to go short of. Her parents had owned large estates and were breeders of thoroughbred race horses among other things. On their death together in a plane crash they had left to their only child Molly, a vast sum of money. In addition to this, her four husbands had all provided her with rich cash settlements. As soon as she had got rid of the last inadequate husband, Molly decided that she had experienced enough matrimonial adventures and now she wanted to enjoy her wealth and her complete independence. She decided first of all to buy a very luxurious penthouse in the heart of fashionable London as a general headquarters, a cottage in the country, and a small villa in the south of France just outside Nice. She spent about six months arranging all this and then went on an elaborate cruise around the world.
As money was no object to her she quickly secured all she wanted in the way of property and furnished it all luxuriously with every modern labor saving gadget, even to the extent of having a small movie theater built in her penthouse. Molly had always been as indolent and sensual as a well-fed cat in her inherent love of sheer luxury. At thirty-five she was a fine handsome female with a magnificent figure, which her partiality for the good things of life had rendered somewhat plump. But her height carried the well-rounded fullness, and it only added to her voluptuous beauty. She was a natural blonde with a particularly soft, creamy skin which her expensive clothes were specially designed to emphasize to the fullest advantage.
But Molly's imposing exterior and calm manner hid the inner character of an insatiable hump-mad pervert, and this, together with her taste for luxury and good clothes, she had inherited from her mother.
Molly remembered, even as a small girl, that she and her beautiful mother were incessantly on the look-out for sexually stimulating sights on their frequent walks round the stables and paddocks of their stud farm. They would make their way down to the secluded paddocks which contained the fine stallions in the hope of seeing something of interest. And more often than not they would be able to gaze upon the stirring sight of a fine big-knobbed mottled pink horse-cock fully extended from its sheath, and swinging loose under the animal's belly. Both mother and daughter were fascinated by the massiveness of the great tube of naked prick which slowly extended down to its full length, and concealed themselves to gaze upon it in secret.
Molly was precocious and far advanced for her years, and she was the flesh and blood of her lascivious mother. Her mother was aware of this and she knew that the secrets they shared would be safe with her young daughter. Molly soon began to ask questions about the things they had seen together and her mother willingly gave her detailed descriptions of fuck matters which were much appreciated by the young Molly. She remembered on one occasion they came to a paddock where a stallion was running with some mares. It was a far paddock and they were able to hide themselves in some convenient bushes to watch the animals.
On this memorable occasion they were in luck, for an exciting performance took place a matter of a few feet away from their hiding place. An excited mare had her hindquarters towards them with her tail cocked high and she was frantically flashing open the big thick lips of her juicy vagina while the equally excited stallion was greedily nosing and licking at the mare's swollen cunt. The fine stallion was trembling with lust. His penis was fully extended and kept thumping up against the underside of his belly like an iron rod, in spasmodic jerks. Little Molly was thrilled to bits and could not take her eyes away from the magnificent thick shaft of horse-cock.
"Ooooh, Mummy, look!" she cried with delight, "Look at his lovely big thing!"
Her mother felt a thrill of eager anticipation run through her body as she replied.
"Yes, Molly dear, isn't it a beauty? But you know I've told you it is called a prick or a cock ... and those are the secret and exciting names for it. Now ... watch closely and see him rear up on the mare's back to stick his lovely prick up her big cunt to fuck her! Look! Quick! There he goes, right up, with his forelegs around her body ... and ... aah ... yes ... his lovely hard prick has found her wet juicy cunt ... and look ... see his great shaft sliding in between the mare's moist lips ... see? Now watch him work it to and fro inside her cunt to fuck her!" As if to illustrate how much the sight thrilled her, Molly's mother pulled up the front of her skirt and inserted her hand between her parted thighs to rub her own cuntlips voluptuously as she greedily watched the proceedings.
Little Molly was quick to notice the strange activity of her mother and she asked her about it.
"Ooooh ... I'm ... I'm ... rubbing my cunt ... to make it ... feel nice! I'm frigging my cunt, it's lovely! Just wait till ... till ... I finish myself off, Molly ... and then I'll show ... you how to make yourself ... feel good with your fingers ... so you can frig yourself! Ooooh, just look at the speed of ... of that horse's cock working in that juicy big cunt now! Look at it! Aaaah ... fuck ... he's ... he's going to come! And so am I! Aaaahh!"
Molly sensed the electrifying intensity of the atmosphere while she divided her eager attentions between the stallion's final jabs at the mare's cunt, and her mother's quick jogging hand between her cunny and her oddly twitching body, which finally relaxed with a happy sigh.
Then Molly eagerly raised her own skirt while her mother pulled off her small panties. "Now," she said as she knelt down in front of her daughter, "This fat little slit down here is your cunt, Molly darling, and if you rub it between the lips here where my finger is now ... it'll make you feel lovely. Aaaah! That feels nice when I rub it like that with my finger, doesn't it? I'll start you off with my finger and then I'll show you how to carry on with your own and finish it off till you make yourself come. You'll love it darling!"
And so with the assistance of her beautiful and affectionate mother, little Molly had her first orgasm, and it thrilled her through and through. In the days that followed nobody could have wished for a more attentive and apt pupil in the art of masturbation than young Molly. Her little hand was up the short leg of her panties at every opportunity, and at night in bed she rubbed her responsive young cunt till she fell asleep tired out.
One night, when her mother had come into her room to say good night, Molly impulsively flung her arms around her mother's neck and kissed her passionately. "Oh, Mummy darling!" she cried, "I love you for showing me how to frig my cunt! It's so wonderful, and I seem to enjoy it more and more every time!"
Her mother smiled affectionately. "Don't we all!" she said. "And you are like me, Molly dear, you'll have to give your naughty cunt lots and lots of frigging all the time!" And her words were based upon years and years of experience of all kinds of sexual adventures.
Then there was another occasion which Molly remembered with pleasure, because it marked another first time in her life. One afternoon when she and her mother were out on one of their daily rambles when they came across the young son of one of the grooms. He was a well-built lad of sixteen and he possessed a young cock which was equal to the gigantic pecker of his father. Molly and her mother came across young Sammy behind the stables with his stiff prick sticking out of his open fly while he masturbated himself.
The young boy was so fully engrossed in his absorbing task that he didn't hear Molly and her mother approach, and they were able to stand and watch his hand flying up and down the rigid length of his cock for some time. And they were a most appreciative audience.
Then the woman suddenly crept up behind the frigging young man and flung her arms around him to pin his hands to his sides. Then she turned to her daughter and said, "There's a lovely, stiff thing for you play with, Molly. Put your fingers around it and jerk it off, dear, just like Sammy was doing. That's it, slide your hand up and down ... fast ... as you saw him doing, Aaah that's fine, darling, you're jerking him off like a real expert. Faster, faster, make him come!"
And while her mother held Sammy prisoner Molly jerked his prick frantically with her small but skillful hand until, to her immense delight, it spurted out jets of thick white cream on the grass in front of them.
Sammy quickly turned his dripping cock into his trousers and did up his fly. He was no fool and he intended to keep his mouth shut about the incident for his own sake. And besides little Molly had a nice touch and he had enjoyed being jerked off by her soft hand.
When Sammy had run off round to the stables to continue his interrupted work, Molly turned to her mother with bright eyes and exclaimed, "That was nice, Mummy, I liked rubbing his prick and watching all that creamy stuff shoot out."
Her mother stooped and kissed her daughter proudly, "And you jerked him off really well, my dear." she replied, "And it is exciting when you rub fast and make the lovely spunk spurt out, isn't it? I've always loved to see it jerking out from a stiff prick in great hot creamy dollops. I enjoyed watching .that, Molly darling, and now in return I shall give you a treat. Sammy's father has a really huge prick and I get him to fuck me with it sometimes. Next time he does it you can hide and watch us in the stable where we usually go. Would you like that?"
"Oooh yes, Mummy dear, that will be exciting, to watch him put his prick in your cunt, just like we saw that stallion fuck that mare And while I'm watching I can frig my own cunt! But when I get a fuck I want to have a lovely fat prick of a stallion up my cunt!"
Her mother laughed as she relished the thought of her daughter. "Ah," she replied, "I've often thought how wonderful that would be ... a stallion's fine dick frigging away right up my greedy cunt, how marvelous! If only it was possible."
And she sighed as she moved off with her little daughter.
The following week Molly was able to watch her mother being fucked by Sammy's father. Molly secreted herself carefully before her mother and the older Sam came in. She had already removed her panties in anticipation and was rubbing her cuntlips expectantly when her mother and Sam came in.
At once Sam clasped his huge hairy arms around her and started to kiss and hug her. The man was very rough and treated the woman harshly, but she was obviously used to this sort of treatment, and in fact relished it. Sam wasted no time in removing her clothes and Molly was treated to the sight of her mother's magnificent voluptuous body, nude in the arms of a workman. Sam contemptuously opened his fly and pulled his huge cock, out, not bothering to take his trousers off. He pushed Molly's mother down on some straw, and she fell with her plump thighs well parted. Molly stared avidly at her mother's completely exposed hairy cunt, and gasped when she saw Sam's huge cock easily swallowed up by it in one gulp. Quickly she rubbed her own twat-lips, trying to keep in time to the rhythm of the fornicating couple. Her mother moaned as Sam drove his thick shaft relentlessly into her cunt, and Molly sighed as she energetically rubbed her own youthful cunt.
The couple on the floor were soon threshing wildly and Molly heard her mother cry out, "Oh, you bastard, you filthy fucking bastard, I'm coming ... aaahh ... aaah." The man redoubled his efforts and soon jerked spasmodically as he shot his thick load of hot sperm right up her greedy cunt.
Molly felt herself coming and gripped her hand tightly with her thighs as she achieved her own orgasm.
Sam didn't waste any time once he had shot his load, but got up off the woman's body, casually zipped up his trousers, and walked away without saying anything. As soon as he had gone, Molly revealed herself to her mother, who was still lying down, panting and recovering from her strenuous hump-exertions.
"Mummy darling," exclaimed the delighted child, "That was marvelous watching that man fuck you, and I had a marvelous come myself."
Her mother smiled contentedly, "That's good," she murmured. "And we'll have lots more fun together. There's lots of things you have to learn yet."
"Thank you, Mummy, I do love you so much," and she impulsively kissed her mother.
And so it was that Molly spent the happy years of her childhood with the loving security of her secret intimacy with her adored and beautiful mother.
When she reached her teens, her mother carefully instructed her how to enjoy fucks from many types of pricks with the minimum risk of dire consequences to herself. Molly eagerly sampled them all, in every shade of color and size, but like her mother had found, none of them lasted nearly long enough to satisfy her insatiable craving.
When she was finally engaged to be married to her first husband she anticipated that at last she would be sexually satisfied. But again poor Molly was doomed to disappointment. From the time of her honeymoon the couple were continually at sexual loggerheads. The poor husband was a physical wreck by- the time they returned, so demanding had the yearnings of Molly's hot twat been. After a few months she realized that her husband could never satisfy her cunt completely and she began to take lovers. She just felt that she needed plenty of additional prick. Her husband soon found out about this, and although he was glad at first that other men could help to take her off his hands, the situation became so intolerable that he asked her for a divorce.
Then she married a more virile man with a large promising penis. But very soon the same sexual frustration occurred and she was compelled to ease the incessant craving in her cunt with her own fingers, in spite of the fact that she was letting up to half a dozen different men a day have the use of her vagina. Her third husband Molly nearly killed in her frantic efforts to obtain cunt-satisfaction and the exhausted man was only too glad to provide her with a divorce. The fourth marriage went the same way as the others, and so Molly continued her search for new thrills and the ever-eluding satisfaction for which she craved.
The demands of her avid cunt seemed to be quite insatiable. With the years of constant friction which she had applied to it, her pussy had assumed enormous proportions and sensitivity. The slightest touch was sufficient to make her thick cuntlips spread wide open like some monstrous flower, and the juice that flowed from it like a stream. Molly had removed all her bush hair from the massive contours of her amazing cunt so that she could gaze at its close reflection in the mirror before she started to rub it up. She spent many happy hours in this exciting inspection of her intimate twat and she delighted in every spasmodic movement of each mound and wrinkle as it swelled up to full glory.
To experience any sort of relief it was necessary for her to have at least twenty orgasms in a day, and sometimes even more. There were just not enough men to go round, for the ones who knew her well shied away from her, and the others' cocks were soon exhausted. So continually she had to rely on masturbation. Her orgasms seemed to increase with the years and the first one of the evening spurted out her thick creamy come with almost the power and abundance of spunk from a male penis. Molly was delighted and fascinated by it.
She was constantly on the look-out for new methods of sexual stimulation and fresh thrills for her salacious cunt. During her world cruise, preparatory to taking up residence in her new penthouse she went to Buenos Aires and found much to interest her. There was one good looking man she met at a party who buggered her asshole most delightfully when they were both a little drunk and whom she later sucked off. Molly had always got a lot of pleasure from these two activities, and she regretted that all her former husbands' had not delighted in them the same way she had. The handsome, swarthy South American who became her main lover while she was there, was the only man who had ever aroused the slightest spark of sexual response in Milly. She visited him regularly in his luxury flat and admired his wonderful collection of erotic books, photographs, films, and various items such as whips, dildoes, etc.
One night, he tied her up, whipped her almost senseless, fucked her, buggered her, and then made her suck him off while she was still only half conscious, having first stuck one huge dildo in her cunt and another up her asshole. This experience she enjoyed, but she was not completely satisfied, and also had enough sense to realize that she couldn't indulge herself like that continually without killing herself.
She also prostituted herself in a local whorehouse for three days. She lay naked on a bed in a small room for the whole three days without getting up except to piss, and took on any man who came. The word soon got around the docks that there was a rich woman who was prepared to let anybody fuck her and a dozen men were always waiting to avail themselves of the privilege of shoving their cocks up her cunt. She had all kinds of pricks, all sizes and all nationalities and colors. Over five hundred men fucked her during this time, and by the time Molly released herself from herself imposed ordeal, she was sexually replete for the first time in her life.
But even then, the feeling did not last for long. She went to bed for twenty-four hours after this incident and slept without the slightest desire to masturbate, or to go out and look for another fucker. But the following afternoon her insatiable cunt itched again and she was forced to relieve herself with her fingers before going to her lover's flat for another good fucking. The erotica and various sex objects that her lover owned interested the lascivious Molly very much. She had heard about such things but had never had such an excellent opportunity of obtaining them for herself. She discovered that he was a very prosperous dealer in these commodities and she bought from him a comprehensive collection of books photographs and films, as well as a number of whips and dildos.
It was shortly after this that Molly decided to cut short her trip and return to England. She took her new collection with her and was able to get it through the customs quite safely. All the decoration and furnishing of her new magnificent penthouse in Mayfair had been completed and Molly was at last settled in her new home.
To begin with, Molly was on her own, with the exception of two daily women who came in to do the cleaning. These women left at about four o'clock and from then on Molly was left undisturbed. She often stayed in for days on end, and if she was in the evening, after she had prepared and eaten a meal, Molly usually undressed and sprawled stark naked on one of the comfortable settees to enjoy one of the thrilling purchases which she had made in Buenos Aires. It was in one of the books that Molly read about a woman, with an avid, insatiable cunt like hers, who trained small dogs to lick it for her and she derived much pleasure from this practice. Molly was thrilled with the idea and decided to try it for herself. The next day she went to a large pet shop and bought a young Pekingese dog. He was an intelligent animal and rather expensive. That evening, as soon as the two cleaning women had left, Molly lay down on the big settee and presented her large, naked cunt to the dog.
He sniffed it with considerable interest and when Molly rubbed it with her fingers to make the juice flow, the excited animal began to lick avidly at her moist cuntlips. It was obvious that the little dog was greatly excited, and Molly lay back on the cushions to enjoy the swift movements of his pink tongue. The results were to her liking and she heartily agreed with the woman in the book that it was a delightful pleasure. Molly already possessed a large black cat and one night, when the Pekinese was busily licking the savory cunt of his mistress, she showed great interest in the proceedings. When the dog's tongue eventually grew tired and he moved away from his position between Molly's thighs, the cat immediately took his place and began to lick greedily the cunt-cream from her large open cunthole.
Molly was in ecstasy, for the cat's tongue was rough and provided a wonderful friction against the appreciative clitoris of her twat. And the cat kept on far longer. She provided her delighted mistress with three times more powerful orgasms. The lovely cream which oozed so abundantly was evidently to the liking of the large black cat and Molly was pleased to find that her two pets were going to be so useful to her in the future.
The next addition that Molly made to her establishment was a servant. She had always been used to being well looked after by a large staff, and she decided that she wanted a personal ladies' maid to live in with her. But for obvious reasons she wanted exactly the right kind of girl for these trustworthy duties.
She advertised in several papers and one of the first girls that she interviewed was the very one who was destined to alter the whole course of her life. The girl rang up to make an appointment and Molly liked the rather soft and husky tone of the low-pitched voice. It sounded sexy and Molly liked sexy people around her. She made an appointment for the girl to come round and see her that very evening.
Chapter Two
When Molly opened the door to her prospective employee that night, she could hardly avoid a gasp of astonishment. The girl proved to be e most beautiful and voluptuous young negress she had ever seen. The dark-skinned beauty who could hardly have been more than eighteen, standing on the doorstep with a broad smile widening her thick negroid lips, radiated sheer sex from every inch of her body.
Molly also smiled in welcome and invited the girl inside and closed the door behind her. The ravishing young negress walked with a peculiar swing and undulation of her broad hips and ample ass which fascinated Molly. It looked as though the girl was deliberately jerking herself off between her thighs as she moved. Molly felt herself becoming wet between her own legs as she followed the girl into the luxurious sitting room. The newcomer seemed perfectly at ease as she slipped off her light-colored camel's hair coat and sat down on the chair facing Molly. She seemed remarkably sophisticated for a girl of her age and Molly was very impressed. The front of the girl's dress was cut low and it revealed the full beauty of the upper swell of her large coffee-colored tits. It was very evident that they were quite unrestricted by a brassiere. The large projections of her stiff nipples were exceedingly prominent under the thin material.
The two lusty females eyed one another with bold, penetrating looks which seemed to strip the flimsy coverings from their contrasting bodies. Then they exchanged a quick understanding smile. They both knew instinctively that they were of exactly the same type without a word being spoken. Molly realized at once that this was precisely the girl she had in mind to fill the job of personal ladies' maid. And the young colored girl knew that the bold-eyed, big blonde was the type of white woman who always attracted her.
Molly explained, over a cigarette, what the job entailed, and an arrangement was soon fixed up at a very generous wage. The girl's name was Toledo, and she stated that she was quite ready to move in the next day and start her duties if this was suitable to Molly. The latter replied that it was and they sealed the contract with a drink before the girl left. Toledo moved in and proved very satisfactory from the beginning. After a week had passed Toledo had proved her worth beyond a shadow of a doubt. She was not only decorative but very useful as well. She was an excellent worker and seemed to appreciate the luxury of her new home.
She said that the two cleaning women were unnecessary and that she could cope with the housework herself, which she did most successfully. This was only one of the many duties which she undertook. She was also a very good cook and seamstress, and seemed very happy in her work of looking completely after Molly. The penthouse was well heated and Toledo always liked to wear as few clothes as possible when she was alone with her mistress. Molly encouraged her in this because the girl's voluptuous body, with its dark skin excited her tremendously, and she was sure that the cunning young minx was aware of the effect it had upon her handsome blonde mistress.
By the time that the second week of Toledo's new employment had come and gone, an easy intimacy had arisen between Molly and her dark maid, which, however, was confined to the times when they were alone. Since the acquisition of Toledo, Molly had been doing quite a lot of entertaining at home as well as going out.
One evening after supper, Toledo walked into the sitting room carrying the large black cat in her arms. As she nestled the soft body of the cat in her arms, its head against the naked upper swell of her massive breasts, she looked at her mistress and said, "Tibs is a fine big puss, honey. She was with me in my room last night."
Molly glanced up quickly to exclaim hurriedly: "Oh, Toledo dear, I'm so sorry. You mustn't let Tibby bother you." The negress fondled the cat in her arms for a moment then she replied, "She ain't no bother. This cat really knows her stuff." She treated her mistress to a knowing wink from her dark eyes as she moved towards the door.
"I'll go and finish clearing up in the kitchen. Then I'll fix you some more coffee."
As she passed through the door she did not see that Molly's handsome face was flushed scarlet with embarrassment. It was obvious that her beautiful maid had discovered the special tonguing talents of her cat, and the lascivious thought secretly thrilled Molly.
Later, that evening Molly requested Toledo to run a hot bath for her. When it was ready and nicely scented Molly moved out of her adjoining bedroom in a silk bath robe.
"When you've finished, would you like me to come in and give you a massage?" asked Toledo as she was making her departure.
"Oh ... er ... yes ... that might be ... er ... nice," answered Molly.
"Well, just you ring when you're ready for me, honey. I'm real good at giving massage."
And with that she disappeared and shut the door behind her. Molly flung aside her bathrobe and stepped into the scented warmth of the big Roman bath and abandoned herself to the sensual luxury of it. A thrill of excited anticipation ran through her cunt as she thought of what might possibly follow when she had dried herself and rung for her attentive maid. Half an hour later when this had been done, and she had powdered the nudity of her soft body, she put her finger boldly on the maid's call-bell, then she lay down on the chintz-covered couch against the far wall of the bathroom.
She had not long to wait before the door opened and Toledo walked into the bathroom with her sexy ass swaying movement. She moved up close and stood looking down upon the full glory of Molly's nakedness. Not a word was spoken but Toledo's dark eyes were very eloquent as they alternated their gaze between Molly's fully erect nipples and the open pink lips of her swollen cunt, so fully exposed in its nakedness, the young negress drank in the soft nudity of the white body with avid eagerness, while she sensually passed the tip of her tongue over her thick lips. Then she seemed to pull herself together and she turned Molly over on her belly and the massage began. Her boast about her manual skill had not been an idle one. She was an excellent masseuse. She worked downwards from Molly's shoulders until she reached the plump cheeks of her ass, and upon those deliciously rounded pads of flesh Toledo lavished particular attention. She kneaded them with her supple fingers and worked them up and down under her dark hands. Then she finally ended by slapping the sensuous asscheeks with quick, sharp blows which seemed to drive Molly wild with excitement.
After a few minutes of this Toledo turned her mistress face-upwards again and started to massage the front of her body. She commenced the same kneading and pulling treatment on Molly's big breasts, paying particular attention to the hard nodules of the upstanding nipples. It was almost as though she wished to pull them right away from the titties on which they were so superbly mounted.
Molly was breathing fast and her knockers rose and fell under the treatment. Her whole body was quivering under the thrilling strain. It was with the utmost difficulty that she was keeping her hand from darting to her itching cunt which was streaming with lustful juice.
As if with reluctance, Toledo's brown hands gradually abandoned the large breasts and worked down over Molly's smooth belly until they finally arrived at the massive columns of her plump thighs. These were subjected to the same treatment of the kneading and pulling motion from top to bottom. Then Molly held her breath in delighted anticipation as she felt the right hand of the girl softly caressing the velvet skin on the inside of one thigh.
Gradually the caressing fingers worked upwards, nearer and near to the wide open lips of her frantically excited cunt. At last! She heaved a sigh of contentment as the tips of Toledo's skillful fingers began again their devastating massage in that highly sensitive spot while she bent low over her writhing mistress.
"That's the kind of massage you like, ain't it, ma honey?" she whispered in her seductive husky voice.
"Oooh ... yes ... yes! Frig me ... please! Jerk me right off! Ooooh, make me come!" pleaded Molly, as she squirmed in ecstasy under the jogging hand of the negress.
It was quite obvious that Toledo was also a very experienced expert in the art of masturbation. And her practiced hand worked skillfully to bring her blonde mistress up to a crescendo of joyful emotion. But just before it was reached she suddenly stopped and withdrew her hand. Molly was frantic with unfulfilled lust as she cried out desperately.
"Don't stop! Go on ... oooh ... go on, Toledo darling! My cunt was just ... just going off. Oh God ... I must come ... put your fingers back in my cunt ... I implore you dear!" But Toledo stood and smiled down at her mistress without making any attempt to do what she wanted.
"Finish yourself off," she said brutally. "Go on ... put your fingers in your cunt and frig yourself off. I like to see a sexy white bitch jerking herself off ... it gives me a helluva kick to see that."
Molly put her hand to her moist cunt and snarled out passionately, "All right, you black bitch, you just watch me do it ... " and with her hand working like a steam pump between her well-parted cuntlips Molly frigged herself off to a spurting climax with uncontrollable abandon, while Toledo gazed down upon the lewd exhibition with bright appreciative eyes. "There," gasped Molly. "See all that rich lovely cream? I milked that out all by myself, and I like doing it."
The colored girl bent down low over Molly's flushed face as she replied. "You ain't the only one, honey." And she suddenly darted the full length of her stiffened tongue right down into Molly's open mouth.
When she withdrew it she continued, "That was a real good frig. I enjoyed watching that. You is my sort, honey, and I knew it from the start. All that cream is your lovely big cunt looks good and tasty to me. You like Toledo to give you a good tongue fuck up your cunt tonight?"
Molly flung her arms around the neck of her maid and replied, "Oh, I'd love it. But I warn you darling, my greedy cunt spurts outcome like piss and you'll have to go on for hours and hours to suck all the spunk out of it." Toledo smiled happily.
"That suits me, honey," she said. "You just try and stop me. A big, fat, juicy, white cunt like yours sends me wild with lust. I'll eat the bugger right up. Come on, into the bedroom, quick!"
Molly jumped up, and hurriedly followed her maid through the open door into the bedroom. A second later she was lying on her bed stark naked, with Toledo kneeling on the foot of it. Then Molly felt her legs being lifted right up in the air and suspended on either shoulder of the negress, with the cheeks of her ass pressed against Toledo's big tits. And in this revealing position the negress was able to examine closely the appetizing lips and twat-hole of her blonde mistress' cunt. She seemed to be in no hurry and lasciviously savored every moment of the lewd inspection. Every now and then she tentatively poked at one of the moist cuntlips with her fingers, or lowered her mouth to kiss them lightly and affectionately.
And all the while she muttered sexily in her low husky voice. "Beautiful ... beautiful ... lovely white cunt ... beautiful big fuck-hole. The well-fucked cunt of sexy, blonde, white trash. A dirty, frigging, bitch's cunt ... oooh, ... how I love it. I'm going to lick the cream all out ... an then I'll drink all the piss ... oh, you lovely cunt ..."
Her hands firmly grasped Molly's hips and, with a sudden swift movement, her head darted down between the naked white thighs, and her rigid tongue plunged its full length into the inviting cunt's crack. The lustful young negress became quite crazy with excitement. She grunted like an animal as she madly licked and nibbled the luscious twat-hole of the massive great cunt with her thick lips. Her frantic suction was so powerful that all the loose folds of delicate tissue were drawn into her mouth which she sucked avidly.
Molly was jerking and squirming her body on the bed, with her mouth gaping open and her eyes closed in an ecstasy of bliss. She wanted the abandoned mouthing of her cunt to continue forever. The grunting negress was brutally passionate in her cunt-lapping activity. She went on and on as the minutes ticked by. The efforts of her darting tongue and mouth were so terrific that she sucked out load after load of the rich cream which she swallowed down in greedy gulps. At almost regular intervals Molly's plump ass jerked spasmodically and bounced on the bed as she experienced another orgasm and shot another savory load into the mouth of her maid.
During one of these shattering climaxes the movements of her nude form were so wild and uncontrolled that she jerked her streaming cunt right away from the colored girl's mouth. Toledo's dark eyes blazed with fury and she snarled like a tigress deprived of her prey. She hit Molly's writhing ass with vicious force as she muttered, "Keep still! You fucking white shit! Let me have that juicy cunt again ... or ... or I'll kill you. I want to suck every drop of love-juice that's in there! ..."
And she held Molly's trembling body steady while she once again buried her mouth between the squelching cunt lips and darted her tongue inside the warm cavity.
Almost an hour of repeated orgasms had gone by until at last Molly had no more to give. Her amazing cunt had really dried up and Molly was satiated with lust. Toledo's skillful mouth managed to work it up for a final climax and Molly wanted to come desperately, but all she had to offer was her warm piss, so she squirted that into Toledo's mouth.
Toledo swallowed it down with the same enthusiasm she had shown for the rich cunt-cream, then she flung the body of her satisfied mistress aside and straightened herself up to stretch lazily like a cat after drinking up a saucer of creamy milk. The soft, white curves of Molly's body relaxed in satiation on the bed. Then she opened her eyes and smiled at Toledo.
"Darling Toledo," she cried. "You are an angel. I shall double your wages and give you a big bonus for that. For the first time in my life my greedy cunt is really and truly satisfied and happy. God! It feels marvelous. I've tried pricks of all shapes, sizes and colors and I've had three men abusing me at the same time, one in my mouth, one up my cunt and the other up my asshole, but none of them have managed to do what you have just done. I'm going to look after you like a priceless jewel."
The beautiful colored girl was obviously pleased with the unstinted praise from her white mistress. She smiled broadly as she remarked, "One squirt pricks ain't no good to gals with cunts like ours, honey! We've got to have a lot more than that to give us a real kick."
"I'll say we have!" said Molly. "And talking about cunts ... I want to see yours, will you show it to me? I bet it's a real big, luscious beauty."
Toledo laughed like a happy child and with one swift movement she pulled her flimsy dress up over her dark head and flung it carelessly aside. She revealed the fact that she hadn't a stitch of clothing underneath, her beautiful dark-brown body was stark naked. She was a thrilling sight as she moved towards the bed and her smooth skin glistened like lustrous velvet under the electric light. There was not a hair upon her body to spoil the beauty of her nude form. The thick lips of her cunt were a deep, moist pink in color and they stood out swollen and erect, and wobbled rigidly between her smooth thighs as she walked.
She knelt on the side of the bed with one knee and moved the other right across Molly's face so that she straddled her gaping cunt right above the interested eyes of her blonde mistress.
Toledo stayed in that revealing position while her mistress made a close and leisurely inspection of the wonderful dark-skinned glistening twat suspended above her upward gaze. Molly marveled at the exciting size and length of the very prominent lips which gaped invitingly to show the pinky softness of the interior tissues. The whole cunt cavity was dripping with juice, which fell onto Molly's chin and neck, and. made her quiver with excitement. "What a cunt!," murmured Molly. "It's the most thrilling thing I've seen for a very long time, and it looks terribly worked up. It looks as though you have been frigging it like mad, my dear, and there are traces of come still sticking to it."
Toledo looked down and laughed. "Course I have. I bin jerking it off all the while I was sucking you, honey. I always get so steamed up when I'm licking a juicy cunt that I has to frig myself. Look ... there's a dollop of cream sticking to the bottom of my cunt ... see? Lick it up, you dirty white fucker, and see if you likes a colored girl's sex juice. Aaaahh, yes ... that's the way ... lick hard ... lick my fucking cunt, you sexy white bitch!"
For the first time in her life Molly thrilled to the luscious feel of a wet cunt pressed lovingly against her mouth and nose, while her active tongue exploded the warm interior. Toledo was sensually swaying her body and crooning filthy words as she squatted low over her mistress to have her cunt sucked. But suddenly the colored girl varied the proceedings. She quickly withdrew her cunt from Molly's loving mouth and, holding one of the Molly's big breasts steady with both hands, she lowered the dripping mass of her gaping twat onto the rigid nipple and rubbed herself voluptuously upon it. It was hard to say who derived the most pleasure from this lascivious proceeding - Molly or the girl whose cunt her stiff nipple was madly fucking.
The young negress worked herself up to a frenzy of lust in this way and then she quickly returned her twitching cunt to Molly's mouth for another delicious suck. Several times Toledo repeated this enjoyable transfer of her cunt, from mouth to nipple, until she finally delivered a squirt of piss into Molly's mouth to denote that the supply of cream had dried up for the moment. Toledo lay down on the bed by the side of her mistress and expressed her gratitude in lascivious embraces and kisses.
Then she murmured in her seductive voice, "Like me, you gets a real kick out of seeing other folk jerking themselves off, don't you honey?"
"You bet I do," answered Molly, "But I rarely get the chance, except in the exciting photos I've got. But why do you ask, darling?"
Toledo raised herself into a sitting position. "Because we can play a lovely sexy game I play with my sister when I go to stay with her. I'll show you, honey. You lie on your side, like that, facing me, and I'll lie on my side facing you, but with my head towards the foot of the bed ... like this. Now we are facing each other's cunts and we can watch close while we jerks ourselves off. We can get real steamed up watching one another fingering our own cunts. And the one who feels a load of come rising first hollers out to the other gal and she has first suck at it. It's grand fun and we can keep going like that all night. That's the way ... rub up your sexy cunt with your fingers, honey, I can see fine! And you watch me tickle up my big black bugger ... I like this, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, it's lovely," murmured Molly, as her practiced fingers began to work in her cunt, "I can see every tiny wrinkle of your beautiful cunt as you frig it, Toledo darling. Watching you close like this will make me frig myself off like a madwoman." And the two vicious perverts lay at opposite ends of the bed and masturbated themselves frantically as they stared at one another's squelching fingers.
Suddenly Molly called out. "Ooch, I'm ... working myself up to a come ... quick darling, get your mouth to my cunt ... ooh I've got some cream for you ..."
And Molly just removed her hand in time to avoid the colored girl's mouth which smacked greedily against her cunt. And all the time that Toledo was avidly sucking her fill from Molly's gaping wet cunt, she was still masturbating herself. Then she suddenly cried out to Molly and the positions were reversed. The blonde head of the white woman buried itself between the cunt-lips of the negress. They kept the game up for a very long time, until in fact they were too exhausted to carry on. They slept very soundly and very late the following morning.
At lunch the following day, Molly was sitting down to a meal which Toledo had prepared and served. For the dessert Toledo had made a finger pudding, and when she placed a portion in front of Molly, she said, "I have a tasty sauce all ready to serve with this pudding. Would you like some?"
Molly replied that she certainly would, whereupon the young negress suddenly whipped off her skirt and stood with widely parted legs and her dark fingers ready in her cunt by the side of her seated mistress.
"Hold your plate between my legs while I whip up a special white sauce." she instructed, as she commenced to frig her cunt with fast and furious strokes. Molly turned sideways in her seat to hold her pudding plate between Toledo's thighs, directly under the squelching mass of the dark-brown cunt. She watched with keen fascination as Toledo frigged herself off at breakneck speed. Suddenly she gave a convulsive twitch of her hips and withdrew her fingers from her dripping cunt.
"Aaaahh! Look ... look at the lovely stuff squirting ... out ... aaah, wonderful ... rich ... creamy ... sauce ... for my ... darling ... mistress ... aaaahhh ...!"
Like Molly's own avaricious white twat, the big brown one of Toledo's always squired copiously with the first come of a frig-session. Molly held the plate steady and watched the great dollops of white come shoot out of Toledo's cunt and drop over the portion of ginger pudding on the plate below.
The negress squirted out the final offering, then she looked down at the plate between her legs to exclaim, "There, honey, I know that's a sauce you think is real swell. Eat it up while it's steaming hot!"
Molly looked greedily at the pudding with its covering of thick love cream, and she ran her fingers up the protruding lips of Toledo's cunt to scoop the last of the lovely cunt-cream into her mouth, before putting the pudding down in front of her and devouring it avidly.
When it was finished she put down her spoon and wiped her lips. "Delicious, my dear," she exclaimed. "Simply delicious. Nobody but you could make a tasty sauce like that. Now get your own portion and come and eat it in here with me." Toledo laughed proudly as she left the room to fetch her dessert.
The lovely taste of the savory white sex-sauce and the close view of her lascivious maid's abandoned masturbation had had a rousing effect upon Molly. While the young girl was out of the room, she quickly slipped off her skirt and sprawled forward in her chair to ease the irritation in her swollen vagina with some soothing massage of her skillful fingers. Molly was still happily occupied in this lewd manner when Toledo returned with her pudding plate in her hand. She saw what Molly was doing and moved quickly towards her with the plate in her hand.
"Oh, lovely," she cried, "Stand up, honey. Stand up to jerk yourself off while I hold my plate between your legs. I love the sauce you make. Work both your hands in your cunt together. Let me have your full load on my pudding."
"Molly smiled as she got to her feet to straddle her legs wide and feverishly worked her two hands in the warm dribbling lips of her excited cunt. Toledo dropped to her knees between Molly's legs and held up her plate to receive the creamy offering which was to come from above. Suddenly Molly's hands darted from the gaping hole of her cunt, which perked out a veritable stream of rich cunt-cream which almost covered the portion of ginger pudding on the plate below. When the powerful squirting was finished. Toledo leaned forward to lick the full length of Molly's massive cunt lips to garner the final harvest of the savory substance. Then she sat at the table to enjoy her pudding and the intimate sauce that covered it.
Chapter Three
After supper that evening Molly and Toledo were seated on the large settee touching one another up and indulging in long passionate kisses, while they looked through Molly's splendid collection of erotic photographs. It was evident that Toledo enjoyed them every bit as much as her lascivious mistress. Suddenly Toledo inquired, "You ever had a stiff length of cock up your ass,
"Yes I have, lots of times."
"Do you like it?"
Molly sighed before she answered, "Very much. It is wonderful, my dear, but as usual with a prick, it is always over much too quickly, and the poor men are incapable of coming again immediately. Their poor weak pricks get soft so easily after they've fucked you, and it's such a hard job to get them in fighting trim again. I nearly killed all my husbands' by making them fuck me continuously, and three or four times a night was absolutely the most they could manage. Mostly not even that. But to be buggered is really nice. It's so wonderful to feel a thick hard prick shoving its way into your asshole!"
Molly sighed as she stopped talking. Toledo lay back for a moment and looked dreamily up at the ceiling. Then she went on. "When I was a kid I always liked something rammed up my ass, especially when I was frigging myself off, and I still do, come to that! I used to have all sorts of games with my brother. It all more or less started when I was about thirteen. I had been masturbating myself secretly for some time, but at that time I didn't really know an awful lot about sex, and I have to admit that strange as it may seem to you now I was rather shy. My brother was about three years older than me and he was very arrogant and used to treat me like a small child."
"One night I was having a bath, with only me and Dickie in the house. The catch on the bathroom door was faulty, and when I heard his footsteps near the door I cried out that I had nearly finished. 'That is what you think' he said, as he walked in and deposited some things down on the stool, at the side of the bath. He advanced on me with some rope in his hands. I was standing in the bath, water dripping off my body, and I tried to defend myself, but in no time at all, my hands were tied fast behind my back. Looking on the stool, I saw he had got some shaving tackle."
"What do you intend doing with that? I asked him. 'I am going to start shaving you,' he replied."
"Oh, no, no. What if Mother sees me without any hair down there?"
'You will have to say that you felt itchy between your legs and shaved it off yourself. Now, come on, it is not going to hurt you. I'll be ever so careful with the razor.'
"He rubbed plenty of soap on my body and on my ass as well. In another moment the lather brush was at work, and then he rubbed soap well in with his hand. I didn't find it at all unpleasant once he had started and I got the same queer sensation as I did when I wanted to jerk off, when he rubbed the soap between my legs. I wanted him to carry on rubbing, but he stopped, leaving me unsatisfied. He used the razor then, and in a few moments my skin was as smooth as a baby's ass. That time he didn't do anything else to me. He just left after shaving me and by then I was very annoyed. I wanted him to carry on but I had to content myself with going to my bedroom and have a nice frig off. It was a bit queer not having any hair round my cunt but I got used to it. It started to grow again of course and within a week there was quite a growth of stubble round my twat."
"The next time Dickie came into the bathroom I was waiting for him. 'Don't tie me up this time,' I said. 'I'll let you shave me again, only I've something to ask you. When you rub the soap into my skin, between my legs, I want you to rub until I tell you to stop.'
" 'Oh,' he said, 'You want me to toss you off, you think it'll be better than doing it yourself.' he said. I blushed and stammered and he laughed at me. 'Good enough.' he said, 'I'll do what you want. I want some fun from you myself anyway.' "
"He lathered and rubbed my asscheeks first. Then I let some of the water out, and laid down on my back, with my legs lifted right up, and opened wide. In a few minutes the lather brush was busy, then he began to jab it into my cunt, at the same time as he rubbed the top of it right on my clitoris. This time, I was in ecstasy, right from the start, and after about two minutes, I closed my thighs as I came and a flood of emotion surged over my body. My legs trembled violently, in fact, my whole body trembled violently. Dickie was then ramming a finger into my cunt as fast and as hard as he could. I felt like nothing on earth, this was much better than what I had been able to do for myself. He was hurting me, yet I wanted him to hurt me more - I wanted him to stop, and yet do it more. He slapped each of my breasts, hard vicious slaps with the back of the scrubbing brush. I yelled out loudly with the pain, yet I grasped each of my thighs to force them open wider, and thrust my cunt upwards to bury his plunging finger. Then I noticed that he had dropped his trousers down, and the bottom of his shirt bulged with his erection."
" 'I could do a better job on you with this,' said Dickie, lifting up his shirt. I saw his prick standing out, ready for action. I didn't know anything about prick sizes then, but it looked enormous to me. I suppose it must have been about six or seven inches long and quite thick in proportion. But one thing I did guess instinctively at the time, he must have spent a lot of time jerking himself off."
"Dickie had stopped shoving his finger into me as he spoke, but I wanted him to carry on. So I said, 'All right if that's going to be better than your finger, then hurry up and give it to me.' "
"So he made me get out of the bath, and lie down on the rubber mat at the side of the bath. Off came his shirt and vest, and he pulled off his trousers completely, and then still wearing his shoes and socks, he laid down on top of me. The rupture of my hymen was a very easy thing to accomplish, for I was wide open, and I only felt a slight pain, but it did hurt me a bit when he forced the last inch of his prick into me. I thought he was tearing me inside. With every forward lunge, I got a feeling of pain in my belly. His ass heaved up and down madly as his prick worked in and out of my twat like a piston for about three minutes. Then he suddenly got up, and told me to turn over on my belly. As I rolled over I saw that his prick was all covered with bloody froth. Laid on my belly, I felt a finger going up my asshole.
"What are you going to do there?" I asked him fearfully.
" 'You don't want me to give you a baby, do you? That is what is liable to happen if I shoot into your pussy, so I'm going to do it up your ass instead.' "
" 'Oh, no! Your finger hurt me, so your prick will hurt me more.' I cried out. "
" 'Shut up, else I'll tie you up. Then after I've shoved my prick up your ass, I'll wash you properly.' Trembling with apprehension, I felt his prick forcing the entrance of my asshole wider and wider, as he helped it by pulling my cheeks apart. It was hurting terribly and I told him so. 'But that is only my cock-head so far,' he said, suddenly grasping each of my breasts, tightly in each fist. Then he set to work in earnest, and my asshole felt as if he was shoving a knife into it. I did not cry out at this treatment, and thankfully it was soon over, for in less than a minute, I felt his hot sperm shoot into my ass. After he washed his prick, Dickie got the shower tube connected to the two taps, and getting the water warm, he washed my cunt out by simply pushing the tube end into it. Then he did the same with my asshole."
"When that was finished, he lathered me again and shaved my cunt. That was all for that week, but every week after that, his first job was to put the shower pipe up my ass before he did anything else. This went on for some time, and not only did I get to like it, I positively craved for it. I got into the habit of shoving a candle up my ass when I frigged myself off at night. Also Dickie regularly fucked me, giving me a good poking up both my holes. Also I used to gobble him and jerk him off. But my greatest joy was to have him stick his prick up my ass, and leave it there perfectly still, while I frigged off my cunt. I was careful not to move my asshole on him too much in case I forced him to shoot. Dickie seemed quite content with this. He said it was very thrilling to be stuck right up my ass like that without moving, having his prick clamped tight by my ass muscles. We used to stand stuck together like that in front of a big mirror so that Dickie could look over my shoulder and watch me frigging my juicy twat. He liked that very much. After I'd eased myself off with two or three comes I would grind my ass to and fro on his prick while I frigged my cunt again. I used to slide my asshole up and down his shaft till he shot his load right up my rectum as I frigged myself off furiously. We both got a helluva kick out of this, especially Dickie. He said it was better than fucking a cunt. We used to enjoy this game whenever we could, and Dickie got so thrilled by it that he used to have a hardon right up to his belly every time I waved my big sexy ass at him. As we both grew older Dickie tried out our little game with other girls and they enjoyed it just as much as I did. He likes asses so much now, honey, he nearly shoots off in his pants every time he sees a girl with a sexy ass. And you'd be surprised at the number of girls who go crazy about this delayed ass-fuck idea, they love it. What do you say I ring up Dickie tonight and ask him to come over here so that you can try it out for yourself? Believe me, Dickie can keep his cock as stiff as a poker up your ass while I lick come after come out of your greedy twat with my tongue. You like to try it?"
Molly turned shining eyes towards Toledo as she replied, "Wouldn't I, you sexy brown bitch! Why didn't you tell me about this before? Go and ring him up and tell him to come here in a taxi, damn quick, and I'll pay for it. Go on, hurry, darling!"
Toledo hurried from the room to phone her brother. She returned with a broad grin on her face to announce that he would be there in about a quarter of an hour. "And now, darling," she continued, "We've both got to make our assholes look really sexy. I've got a pair of skin tight nylon pants which button down the ankles. They are so tight that they pull right in between the cheeks of my ass, and even in the crack of my cunt. They look real good with my flame-colored silk blouse for the pants are snow-white."
"That will be just the thing," said Molly, as they hurried to change. "I've got a pair of long pants like that in silk. They are in light green, and they look wonderful when I wear them with an amber-colored blouse. Come on ... you can strip with me in my bedroom. Pants and blouse with nothing underneath is the order for us."
Some fifteen minutes later Toledo was ushering her brother into the sitting room to meet Molly. Dickie proved to be a very handsome young man, with much of his sister's good looks about him. It was obvious that he was very attached to his lascivious sister and quite content to be guided by her. Molly rose to greet him, then she prepared some drinks. All the while the two sexy looking females moved about the room in their indecently tight pants, they constantly drew attention to the voluptuous roundness of their asses, by running caressing hands over the big cheeks and feeling them between the cracks. Toledo was pleased to see that her brother could hardly remove his avid gaze from this delicious area of their bodies.
Once when Molly had seductively rolled her ass away from where Dickie was seated, she stooped to adjust the cushions on the settee. Toledo moved up to one side of her bending mistress and ran her hand over the round, plumpness of Molly's buttocks. She turned her head to say to her brother, "Look, Dickie, this is a beauty, isn't it?"
Molly felt the caressing hand of the maid and deliberately remained stooping so that the young negro could admire her sexy asscheeks.
"It's ... it's ... wonderful, Molly," murmured the excited young man.
"Well, don't just sit there," went on his sister, "For God's sake take off your pants. That hard stiff dick of yours is nearly busting the fly off them. And I think it will be a good idea if we all take our pants off. I'll help you with yours first honey."
A few minutes later and the three of them were standing naked from the waist down. Dickie's dark brown prick stood out like a thick ramrod from the base of his nude belly. Toledo instructed him to move up close to where she was standing beside Molly. And while she steadied her brother's prick with her hand, she told Molly to back her large white ass onto it. Molly shuddered with joy as she felt the hard length enter her asshole and slide up it for its full, rigid length. Dickie kept quite still and held it there, and it felt delicious. Then coupled together in this wholly different and very sexy way, Dickie and Molly carefully moved towards the big bed in step, with the white woman's buttocks engulfing the tremendous dark cock of the young negro. On Toledo's instructions Molly lay on her side with her uppermost leg drawn up and open, and Dickie's motionless, rigid brown prick still rammed high up her rectum as he lay on his side, close behind her.
Toledo sat on the bed on the other side of Molly's prostrate body and lay forward to insert her dark eager face between Molly's thighs. "Are you going to french that lovely big white twat, Tolly?" inquired her brother.
"Of course I am," came the rather muffled voice of Toledo. "You know me. And you just keep that cock of yours still, up her lovely fat ass. She's got to pump out a big load of spunk into my mouth, before she starts frigging you with her asshole!"
And so they commenced. For Molly it was the most blissful and satisfying frigging she had ever known. She had a wonderful hard, thick shaft of prick to voluptuously squeeze her asshole on while her cunt was being licked off in front by the eager tongue and thick lips of her beautiful maid. The marvelous combined efforts of brother and sister aimed to fully satisfy her ... and satisfy her, they most certainly did.
Finally Molly could contain herself no longer and she began to wildly fuck her asshole on the rigid dick inside it, using the sensitive ring of her ass to furiously bring off the solid brown shaft of cock. While all the time Toledo's tongue was far up her distended vagina, to search out further creamy offerings. She loved the way Dickie kept quite still, just holding his cock rigid, while she madly frigged it with her asshole sliding furiously up and down it. Suddenly Molly felt the prick jerk in her anus and she quickly fucked back to smack her buttocks hard against Dickie's balls. The full length of the lovely prick was up her ass as she felt the hot jets of spunk spurting into her. It was at that moment that she let go everything into Toledo's sucking mouth. Everything she had left in her cunt, juice, come, piss, the lot!
A few minutes passed before the three closely knit bodies separated, and Molly had fully recovered her senses to exclaim to Dickie, "Thanks to your lovely prick, hard up my asshole for all that wonderful time While your sister sucked me off time after time, I have at last obtained complete one hundred percent sexual gratification. It was marvelous, darlings. And Dickie, you must promise to stay and work for me from now on for whatever salary you care to ask. I will give the earth to have your glorious stiff prick up my rectum while I am being sucked off. And then to make you come by fucking my ass on it ... oooh it was so heavenly."
The handsome colored boy had a wide grin on his brown face as he replied. "You bet. I'll stay here. Your wonderful big white ass fucks my cock as good as Tolly's does, and hers is the best of all the girls, black or white. I'll stay and work real good for you, and you can have my prick up your ass whenever you want it."
Molly smiled at him and nodded her blonde head in agreement. Then she turned her attention to Toledo, who was lying on the bed, busily fingering her twat. Molly quickly swiveled her big body around and exclaimed, "Oh dear, let me have a suck at that, I'm sure it wants to squirt gallons of lovely cunt-juice into my mouth."
But before his sister could reply Dickie burst out, "That would be marvelous, I'll just love to see you suck Tolly's sexy cunt."
"Okay, you sexy bastard," laughed his sister, as she opened her legs for Molly, "Turn around so that you can get a good close view, and while you're watching I'll suck your prick. I'll get it as hard as I can and you'll see how much I enjoy having my darling mistress work her tongue into my cunt quick, stick your dick in my mouth ... uuummmmmmm ..."
And so at long last, Molly had found a wonderful brown-skinned brother and sister of her own lascivious temperament, who could provide her with the full sexual satisfaction which she had craved all her life. And the three of them were very happy together, constantly indulging their exciting lusts, adding new and stimulating ideas as time went on ...
PART FOUR
Chapter One
All men like some good dirty fun with a young girl, but whether or not they ever get the opportunity, is another matter. I was lucky because of a job I had to supervise when some alterations were being made at the local school. Going round and about the school I saw lots of attractive girls from eleven upwards, and occasionally I had a special treat. For instance, one day I walked into the girls changing rooms. Right in front of me was one of the most desirable, beautiful asses I had ever seen. Quite naked and charmingly thrust towards me from a bending position, its owner was unaware of my presence. Another girl, hastily pulling her panties up before I could focus my eyes on her pussy, left exposed two perfectly formed luscious breasts. She gave a cry which alerted her friend, and the two saucy round buttocks wiggled enticingly at me as they disappeared under a towel. On another occasion I went unheralded into a store room and confronted two startled boys. One leaned against the wall with his trousers opened and his young cock out, getting a lot of obvious enjoyment from being energetically masturbated by the other boy.
I hesitated long enough to admire the youthful stiff penis, winked and said, "Don't do it too fast," and left them to finish the good work.
But my real break came when I was aimlessly strolling through some bushes near the games field. I heard Whispering, so getting down on my hands and knees I crept toward the hushed voices. I located them in a small clearing. The girl was about thirteen and the boy a bit older, and I had never seen such a charming scene. The girl's skirt was up, her panties lay on the grass, and her bare legs were parted wide, revealing her sweet innocent cunt.
The boy had his trousers down as he knelt between the girl's thighs. His cock, surprisingly thick and throbbing was fully erect as he rubbed it up over the girl's belly. Her expression showed that to her it was all just a bit of naughty fun, whereas the boy appeared to be worked up into quite a state of hump-lust. I wasn't surprised, or disappointed, when suddenly he slumped down on top of the girl and fumbled excitedly between her thighs. She still enjoyed the game and giggled as he got his hard dick-head into the narrow slit of her cunt. I was apprehensive that she would be a virgin in for a rough initiation; but to my relief and delight the penetration was swiftly completed right before my staring eyes.
The girl now appreciated that the fun was more intense, for she clutched her young fucker to her, seemingly trying to draw more of his cock inside her. As for the boy, his masturbating must have got him well on the way, and the extra kick of a cozy cunt raised his passion considerably. He worked his slim body up and down rapidly, driving his impetuous prick in and out of her sweet little cunny at high speed. He was too young to have learned how to make the thrill last. The highly charged boy pawed wildly at the girl below him, before he trembled and jerked, spurting his immature spunk into her twitching belly.
They were both flushed and smiling after the climax and cuddled each other gratefully. I was acutely aware of my own erection, and as I opened my fly and drew my rigid dick out, I knew that I fancied a lascivious jerk-off.
I have never been able to give up masturbating. I fuck my wife regularly, and I screw other women as well. But always I enjoy playing with my own prick and jerking myself off. I know exactly how I like it and my jerking-off technique is perfect. This set-up thus looked good to me. I would be able to give myself a nice bit of fun while viewing a young girl with a charming cunt that had just been fucked. It was only when I had already started to handle myself that I realized that what I really wanted was to fuck the girl.
I was stimulated by the fact that she was only a kid. I had always wanted to frig a young girl and since being at the school my desires had increased. So I stood up and stepped forward out of hiding and confronted the young sinners. They stared in alarm at being caught on the job, then their expressions changed. I've never been ashamed of the size of my prick, and to the kids it must have been an enormous sight, and their faces showed surprise and admiration.
"I'm glad to see you know how to enjoy life," I said casually. "I think we should be able to do each other a lot of good. I mean, we've all got the same idea, haven't we? And anyway it will pay you to play along with me if you want to make sure that your headmaster doesn't hear about your immoral behavior."
I didn't think they really needed to be threatened, but I thought it wise to let the girl know the threat existed in case she was tempted to run away. I was quite sure the boy would be perfectly happy to stay and watch what happened to his girl friend. The girl made no effort to cover herself up as I approached. She was flushed and nervous as he got a better view of my stiff penis, but she gave me in return a perfect display of her cute little pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off her pink-lipped slit, with the soft down of bush-hair just growing over it. I dropped down on my knees by her parted feet and thrust my belly towards her, so that my cock was projected most impressively over her. I drew my foreskin back, so she could see how my dick-head was swollen and shiny, as it throbbed with primitive hump-desire. Her sweet cunt was moist with her juice and the boy's load of sperm, and I began to feel viciously horny.
The girl must have taken it for granted that she was going to be screwed by her first grown man, for she kept her legs well parted in the familiar attitude of a female in a fuckable position. As I knelt above her with my straining cock in my hand, I considered several cute frolics that would be nice with her. But my desire to fuck her, a juvenile, was overwhelming, and I just had to lower myself down upon her. I sank between her bare legs, my body covering hers. She trembled as my moist cock-head touched the tender pink lips of her slit, but I gave her no time to repent. I squeezed my prick between her cunt lips and into the succulent sheath of her vagina. She was tight, and her slippery cunt-walls gripped with a vise-like force I had not found before with grown women. I drove my prick steadily into her, wondering whether she would be able to take my whole length. As more and more of my shaft disappeared into her sweet hole I was filled with an overwhelming joy.
The girl held me tight as at last I pressed hard down on her pussy and knew with delight that the whole throbbing length of my cock was contained in her innocent cunt. I was in a sort of wonderland state as I fucked her. Her body was as yet immature, her hips and breasts were fairly well-developed, as she was poised on the threshold of womanhood. But her cunt was open to the full thickness and length of my plunging cock as I worked it in and out of her. My swollen prick was thrilling with joy, electric shocks shooting along its length.
I gave the girl everything I'd got, every last millimeter of straining cock thrusting violently inside her soft, clinging vagina. The girl was partly scared by my uncontrolled violence, partly excited by it. She winced and gasped at the brutality of my penetration, but she gave her cunt eagerly to me, as I increased her feeling of passion. Her tautness and trembling told me that she was really on fire and her sweet hips responded to my every thrust.
I didn't know how much sperm boys had shot up her pussy but she certainly got a drenching from me. My cock exploded ecstatically inside her, and the hot, thick cream spurted up her in great bursts that made her jerk her hips and belly. I gasped with the effort of ejaculating and I was only vaguely aware of her writhing under me. She moaned incoherently as she had her own orgasm, and clung to me as she finished herself off on my stiff prick. Then she went limp as her pleasure completely overwhelmed her. I lay for a time on top of her, my body tingling, while my mind chewed over the fact of my action. The crime that I had committed of fucking a girl under age. But I had thoroughly enjoyed it, and I knew then that it would not be the last time.
Reluctantly I let my softening pecker slip from her tight wet cunt. I moved clear of the girl, and still lying on the grass, feasted my eyes on her ravaged vagina, her girlish twat that had incredibly accepted the full thrust of my grownup prick. I remembered that our fuck had been witnessed by her boy friend, and turning to look at him, I saw that he still had his cock out and that my lusty exhibition had given him a hard-on again. His prick was naturally smaller than mine, but big enough to please a girl and very attractive to look at as it stuck out rigidly above his young balls. I didn't realize what my full intentions were as I reached out for his shaft and fondled it as I would my own. The boy watched me nervously as I started to jerk him off, but he quickly surrendered to my knowing touch. My free hand held his testicles, squeezing them and working them gently. My hand was too skilled, and the boy too impetuous to hold himself in check. His face showed excitement, his slender body went taut, and his stiff cock in my hand suddenly jerked repeatedly. The spunk that spurted from the eye of his pink dick-head was milky and thin, and I was overjoyed as I watched it shoot in the air and land on the grass.
I released his balls and started to stroke his thighs, then felt the curve of his ass. His buttocks were smooth and my hand casually slipped into the deep valley between them. My fingers touched the ring of his anus, then stroked it as they would a cunt. I was suddenly alert as I knew what I wanted and my penis rapidly raised its glistening head. The boy was quite still as I fingered his asscheeks and made no move as one of my fingers was pushed into his asshole. I felt deep inside him and was excited to feel how he yielded and how similar his ass was to the cunt I had just possessed. I was trembling as I pushed him over onto his stomach, so his naked asscheeks lay before me.
My cock was sticking out at its best erection again, rock hard and throbbing, as I crawled up on top of the youth. Kneeling between his gorgeous thighs I pried his buttocks apart. I pushed my belly towards his ass and my prick stuck out hungrily and went into the beautiful valley between his raised asscheeks. My bared dick-head, still moist from the juice of the girl's cunt, touched the round mouth of the boy's asshole. He obligingly kept still. I pushed my prick into his anus, stretching it open to receive my thick dong. I thrust steadily into his tender ass, intoxicated with the superlative pleasure I felt along my straining prick. His asshole seemed to soften as I pressed it, miraculously widening to take the full thickness of my cock, then holding it firmly. I knew I was hurting him, but not nearly as much as I would have expected. I could only assume that he had had a few cocks up his ass before. He gasped and jumped a bit, but then lay still and let me have his ass completely. His body was beautiful in a different way than a woman's or a girl's, very slender with narrow hips and a smooth white flesh that was very exciting to touch. I pressed myself down on him until my stomach was flattening his buttocks. My prick was now right inside him, save for a small part of my shaft that was held between his pliable cheeks. I found great pleasure in just lying on his back with my cock quite still up his ass, basking in the physical pleasure it gave me as well as the mental thrill of having a really perverted type of fuck.
Nice as it was just idling with his internal muscles rippling around my cock, the urge to fuck was overwhelming, and I began to frig at him. The girl must have been amazed at my actions and she drew close to us to see what went on. I gladly raised my body well up and held the boy's buttocks wide apart so she couldn't fail to see exactly where my cock had gone. And I worked myself up and down with my thick prick sliding in and out of his docile anus. She could see perfectly clearly that I was fucking the boy's asshole as fully as I had fucked her cunt. My prick quivered with desire as it slid in and out, and although my instinct was to hang on as long as possible, the boy's rectum kept squeezing my cock so much that I couldn't stop myself from coming.
My come was violent as I slammed my belly down on his asscheeks repeatedly driving my cock to the limit inside his rectum. He didn't complain, but writhed his ass till I could resist the ecstasy no longer, and shot into him a flood of semen. I gasped with pleasure at each spurt of my thick cream, and this I did again and again until every last drop of the fertile semen had shot up his ass. I was very satisfied as I dragged my cock from his asshole and I couldn't take my eyes off the wonderful young ass I had just possessed, not even to look at the little girl, who now touched my prick and fondled it with mixed curiosity and desire. "Just play with it tenderly," I told her. "It'll take a little time to get hard again."
I saw she was disappointed at this, so I tried to find a way of appeasing her.
"Why don't you show me how you give yourself a tickle," I suggested. "Stand up and do it in front of me. Go on!" She hesitated, reluctant to stop playing with my sluggish prick. But the urge was strong between her legs and she got to her feet, standing with her legs well parted over me. Her skirt slipped down into place, but she at once pulled it right up again and put her hand to her cunt. Her slit was open and moist as she pushed her forefinger into it. Her cute clitoris was her target and she immediately began to rub it, slowly at first but getting steadily faster.
"Use your whole hand," I said.
She didn't hesitate. Her hand was spread flat with the palm over her gash and she continued rubbing her hand over her most sensitive part. Her eyes shone and her mouth opened, her knees bent into a sort of a crouch. She trembled and panted, and began to twitch. Her hand worked like mad on her cunt, and suddenly she cried out and gave a beautiful shudder. The spectacle affected me more than I had expected and I was surprised to feel my cock erecting. I looked up at the girl, who was still dreamily fingering her cunt, and got slowly to my feet. I took her arm and led her over to a felled tree. She let me lean her forward over the thick trunk, and lift her skirt right up behind her. I stared hotly at the beautiful asscheeks thus laid bare. I touched the smooth, rounded flesh and pushed my hand into the dark division. She was content to let me feel her ass, my finger poking into her moist asshole. My cock was in fine fettle and I got it into position. But I went for her charming cunt again, although I left my finger poked deep into her ass. I felt the wet gash beyond her anus and quickly pushed my belly up to her ass. My dick-head passed temptingly close to her rear hole which was still plugged with my intruding finger, but I aimed right, and with no effort at all this time my hungry cock plunged straight up her cunt and filled it to the limit. I love fucking from the back and got right on with it. Having this lovely girl posing exactly as I wanted, and incredibly seeming to know exactly how to wriggle her asshole to work her cunt on my prick, gave me quite some joy.
As I worked rhythmically up and down her willing cunt I could not help but be amazed that a girl of thirteen should be able to copulate with an adult man, taking a nine-inch penis fully up her vagina. I clasped the girl to me with my free hand, reaching round to her front to frig her clitoris. Her naked asscheeks against my belly pressed back against me and I shoved my cock up her cunt even harder.
"I'm going to come, darling," I panted to her. "I'm going to shoot my sticky spunk up your lovely cunt. Feel it, honey, feel it spurting into your cunt." And I jerked savagely with my prick embedded to its full length in her cunt. The spunk again leaped from my knob, thick and creamy and potent, gushing hotly inside her twat. I moaned and grunted with bliss as my body shuddered and jerked with the effort of ejaculation. We were all pretty satiated after that and we just played about with one another's sexual organs, touching them and kissing them and feeling into each other's assholes. We parted reluctantly, but arranged to meet the next day.
Chapter Two
Of course, not every young girl feels the same way about me. But I have never found rape unrewarding. One day I had been down to a country town and was driving back in the afternoon. About a mile from a village, off the main road I overtook a girl of about eleven. It was raining hard and she had only a cotton dress on, and was really wet. I liked the look of her and pulled up. She hopped into the van beside me only too gladly and we drove on. She was going to the next village, her name was Susan and she was nearly twelve. She talked incessantly and I didn't really take much notice. But glancing at her frequently I found her extremely attractive. Her legs were bare and wet, and perfectly shaped. Her tits were filling out nicely. I swung the van into a side lane, went about half a mile along it then turned into a well hedged track. I stopped the van and turned to have a look at her.
"Your dress is saturated," I declared, "You'd better take it off. I'll help you."
She went pale and silent as I put my hand down to her knees. I drew her dress along her thighs, admiring their swelling, sensuous loveliness, eager to see her panties. "No," she exclaimed. "You mustn't do that, it's wicked. I want to go home."
"I had started to caress the inside of her thighs, and I ignored her objections and continued feeling up her legs till I touched the thin material of her panties. They were excitingly flimsy, and also soaking wet.
"My dear Susan, your clothes are soaking wet. I'll have to completely undress you come into the back."
Without warning I let the back of her seat down and with a sudden haul I dragged her into the back of the van. She struggled wildly in defense of her honor. But Susan made a big mistake. She thought that removing her dress must be my big objective, so she concentrated her defense on that. I soon noticed that she was most strenuous when I was pulling at her dress, but I didn't care if I did get her dress off, so long as I did get her panties off.
She was very free with her nails and I got a couple of unwanted scratches. I didn't want to waste my time just struggling with her all the afternoon so I decided on a big feint. I made it plain I was making an all out effort to get her wet dress off, pulling it up from just above the waist. She threw all her energy into resisting. Suddenly I let her go and moved back a bit from her. She clutched the sodden garment tightly to her and breathed heavily as she relaxed on the floor. I made a quick movement towards her middle, she used both hands to hold her dress to her belly, and I was pulling her panties swiftly down her bare legs to her kicking feet.
I had the all important garment off her and I tossed it to the front of the van. She realized only slowly that she had calculated wrongly. She still thought that she had to hold fast to her dress. I took no notice and just pawed at her, stroking her hair and running my hands down her sides to her hips. I actually found it simple to run my hand up her thighs, straight to her unprotected pussy. She had a very fine downy bush below her belly and below that was her narrow cleft. She wriggled and hit at me, but I was content now that I could run my hand to and fro between her thighs. I rubbed her moist slit, keeping on and on at it, feeling it very slowly softening up, until I was able to touch the tiny knob of her clitoris. She still struggled as I concentrated on the stimulating point, but the pussy itch was getting through to her. I knew by the way her legs moved. Her fighting eased right off and she became passive, except in her cunt, where the tickle got more intense all the time. The poor little girl was falling victim to her own naughty desires. I was quite freely rubbing her twat up now. She lay absolutely still on her back, her legs sprawled open, her dress up round her waist.
"You've got a very pretty cunt, Susan," I said. "Am I making it nice and ticklish for you? The way you do it to yourself in bed?"
She blushed at the mention of her secret vice.
"I've got something nice as well. My cock isn't like the ones you've seen in school. Look it's lovely and big, just like your daddy's."
I pulled my prick out and held it so she could see it, long and thick and hard. She caught her breath and blushed again.
"I'm going to fuck you, now, Susan darling. You know about fucking, don't you. My big cock slides into your sweet cunt, right inside. And then my cock squirts lots of warm juice into you, and you'll get a lovely feeling."
As I spoke I began to crawl on to her, between her legs. She realized that I was about to do the 'wicked thing' to her, and resumed her struggles. But the situation was now changed. She pushed at me and squirmed away from me, but her body didn't really want to escape, now that it had been given a taste of something very sweet. Her limbs were only half in revolt, and I easily mounted her, and prepared to charge. I felt her flat tummy and strong thighs, then held the moist tender lips of her cunt open while my monstrous cock approached her expectant twat. She shivered when my big dick-head touched her cunny, then gasped to feel it forcing its way into her slit. I was very eager with her and didn't frig her as gently as I might have done. I had quite a yen for her and gave her my cock rather brutally. With my knob safely in the entrance of her narrow cunthole, I just gave a powerful thrust at her, driving hard from my hips, slumping my belly down on hers. The dear child was a virgin, and I felt the strong resistance of her cherry to my penis, but I was thrusting too strongly, so I kept going and ripped into her with one violent motion. Her maidenhead was not thick and it tore apart and let me through. Susan squealed with the unexpected pain, and she jerked away from me, but quite uselessly. Her lovely eyes filled with tears and she cried freely. She couldn't know that her tears and sobs only added to my enjoyment of her.
Her cunt was very tight, naturally, and my cock was in a vise-like grip. But I managed to get it up her and I think she almost fainted when I finally lodged my whole shaft inside her. But when she recovered she began to fight me ferociously. Her fury seemed to have been revived by my piercing of her maidenhead. She hit at my back, clawed at my face, and struggled like mad beneath me. I checked her arms as best I could and concentrated on keeping my prick stuffed inside her twat. Then drawing myself up, I raised my hand and gave her a clout on the side of her face that must have very nearly knocked her senseless. Certainly she went very quiet.
"I've had enough of your messing about, my girl." I told her harshly. "All I want from you is a good fuck. I've taken your virginity and now I'm going to fill you with the hot load of sperm from my balls. And you can just lie there, perfectly still while I have my fuck! If your daddy was a proper man he'd have done this to you long ago, but now I'm doing it instead. Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight. I'll tell you when I'm going to shoot my wad."
She was scared stiff after that one good clout and uttered not a word. Instead, she did as I ordered and her shapely young legs were crossed behind me.
I gave her a grueling fuck, treating her more like an addicted nymphomaniac than a little girl having her first fuck. She took it very well. My cock, as hard and thick as ever, thrust up and down her tight cunt like a piston. It was marvelous, having such a gripping cunt which whipped my foreskin to and fro as I worked at her. I was excited as hell, panting and gasping, and feverishly stroking her head. Her thighs were delicious as they held me tightly, and her delightful, lush body fired my imagination.
"I'm going to come, Susan," I choked out. "My hot spunk is going to spurt inside your cunt, your lovely little virgin cunt."
I shot at once. My cock was inserted right up to the hilt in her bruised and battered cunt, and at the very limit of its penetration it ejaculated. My proud prick kicked violently again and again, with every jerk sending a generous spurt of sperm deep into Susan's twitching cunt.
The girl was overawed at the violence of my finish. She certainly felt my fluid shooting into her, and my cock must have felt enormous in her cunt as it jumped and throbbed in its frantic ejaculation. We lay in the van for the rest of the afternoon. The second time I fucked her I was more gentle and she was easier. This time she came, just before I did. She also told me how nice she thought fucking was. I enjoyed her cute body and couldn't keep my hands off it. Our third fuck was a really good one. I made her shout beautiful "forbidden words" as she came in perfect unison with me. When I dropped her near her village she was a very different girl. We had one final embrace which included her sucking my prick, while I pushed a fountain pen up her cunt.
So life goes on, fucking in bed with my mature and demanding wife, and in the bushes with cute little girls. Little girls like ten year old Valerie, who one day caught her mother and me fucking in the living room of her house. Her mother was petrified, but before her very eyes I showed Valerie my prick and got her to fondle it. Then I pulled the girl's panties down and compared her hairless cunt with her mother's deep gash. After that it was easy to fuck her. Now I often screw little Valerie after I have fucked her mother. And her mother helps me to fondle the girl and plays with my balls when I'm fucking her daughter. I must say there's nothing so exciting as little girls. In my experience their twats are always big enough.
