It was as the young happy and very attractive couple were getting out of the taxi that had conveyed them from the country station to the isolated cottage they had rented for their honeymoon that John experienced his first stab of pain.
He doubled up letting, out a terrible groan of agony.
Joyce, his beautiful nineteen-year old bride, was at her husband's side at once. The elderly couple waiting in the doorway of the cottage rushed forward to help and with the taxi driver's assistance they helped put John back into the taxi saying it was best to take him straight to the local doctor's house down the road. Mrs. Wade Stayed behind Whilst Bert, her big burly and balding husband, went with the young couple.
When they arrived at the doctor's house to Joyce's great relief her husband had recovered quite well and even ridiculed the idea of seeing the doctor saying that it was only a touch of indigestion. Both Bert and Joyce insisted however, and the quite good looking young doctor carried out a very thorough examination of the patient Whilst Bert and Joyce waited outside.
At last the doctor of the surgery opened the door to his office and came out and whispered to Bert. "I got Ethel's message and I am very agreeable to what she suggests." Turning to Joyce the doctor said, "It is I know most distressing for both of you but I am afraid that your husband is suffering from acute appendicitis and will have to go into the hospital for at least a week and possibly longer." Joyce was obviously as upset as her husband had been at this news and burst into tears.
She waited with John for the ambulance, each trying to console the other. Whilst they waited Bert asked young Neil Franklin, the doctor, what he had meant by saying he agreed to do as his wife said on the telephone?
"Well Ethel suggested that we get the husband out of the way to the hospital then set about through our little circle seducing, perverting and debauching his delectable young wife," he replied.
Bert agreed this was an excellent idea and set about telephoning the remainder of his cunthappy cronies.
The ambulance arrived taking John away and Neil said Joyce would be able to see him after his operation in a few days.
She decided to return to the cottage with Bert as he suggested.
Before they left however, the doctor gave Bert a phial which he said with a sly wink at the man would boost Joyce's morale and help her to sleep.
"Take this after supper and I will call around later and let you know how your husband is," he instructed the girl.
She had no option but to obey much as she would have preferred staying with her husband.
On the way back to the cottage Bert studied the beautiful young bride beside him.
She was a beauty and no mistake and he became fascinated studying her very lush titties, superb curvaceous body and lovely features, at the moment however showing their grief.
Back in the house Joyce in all good faith drank all the medicine as the doctor had instructed, blissfully unaware that she was being given a double potion of the most powerful and effective cunt-stimulating drug in the world. Bert and Ethel Wade settled down to await the drug taking its inevitable and unescapable effect on Joyce.
After about twenty minutes the gifl began to move about restlessly in her armchair.
Joyce could not understand why but she had such an irresistible itch in her crotch and wanted to scratch it.
She had of course to attempt to control herself and fighting against her growing desire to scratch her cunt she lighted herself a cigarette and tried to relax. The doctor arrived and announced that her husband would be alright and she would be able to visit him tomorrow.
He sat beside her and said, "How about a drink, Bert, and I am sure Joyce here would appreciate one."
As Bert rose to pour the drinks the doctor handed another phial of the powerful sex stimulating drug and in answer to the other man's questioning gaze said, "Come on we may as well enjoy ourselves." Then turning to the girl beside him asked, "What's your poison Mrs. Martin."
"I will have a gin and orange please," answered Joyce still fighting the strange desire to scratch the growing itch between her cuntlips.
She accepted the drink and soon drained it, completely unaware that she had now this evening consumed a massive dose of sex drug and by doing so sealed her fate.
Her whole body was suddenly consumed .with flaming desire for a prick up her burning cunt, and unable to control her movements she began to writhe about on her chair.
"Oh look at the poor dear girl," cooed Ethel Wade, "just look she is all alone on her wedding night."
"Yes it could be most harmful to her health to go without sex on her wedding night I think we should not let that happen," said the doctor.
"What do you mean," demanded Joyce suddenly realizing she was in moral danger of some kind.
"He means that we should obtain an adequate substitute for your husband, someone Who will satisfy your desire for cock."
Joyce wanted to scream at the very mention of the word "cock", but the sound would not come from her throat.
Very few brides in modern England of today go to the alter virgins and Joyce was no exception. She had as a schoolgirl in a boarding school learnt the elementary rules of the facts of life. Not from the teachers, who would not mention such things, but from the other girls.
She had soon experienced the girls' favorite pastime of sticking candles up another girl's cunt and after the first painful insertion, Which had left her with a neatly punctured hymen, had often Used the candle on herself. She had not only confined its use to her cunt, but on several occasions when feeling very horny had used it in her own asshole as well.
Her husband John knew none of this and she would never allow him to have intercourse with her saying they must wait until they were married. However he had not persisted in his demands being content to pet her and frig her to a climax using his finger on her sensitive clitoris and cuntlips.
She had, after much persuasion on his part, agreed to jerk him off to relieve his urgent need of her cunt and finding the jerking of his prick not at all unpleasant to her had often repeated it. In fact she found grasping his throbbing prick always a pleasant sensation but she always insisted on him warning her when he was going to shoot so she could catch it in his handkerchief and not soil her fingers with his sperm.
Once he had suggested that she kiss his cock and suck it for him. So upset and revolted had she been, that for a week she refused to see him and it was only after he promised never to mention cocksucking ever again that the couple continued to meet.
She had never even seen another man's prick apart from her husband's, so she had no way of knowing that his prick was very much smaller than the average male penis.
Lost in her sex-hungry desires she had not noticed the arrival of the two men who now gazed gloatingly at her.
One was a fat old man who Bert introduced as Joe, then lecherously added, "And though you may not think so he owns a bigger prick than any of us."
She was repulsed yet strangely excited by his lewd talk.
The burning need in her twat dominated her whoje feelings. Quite suddenly she knew the meaning of the need within her, she wanted sex, needed cock very badly. Even though an isolated part of her mind not yet completely under the domination of the drug fought against it, she knew that though her newlywed husband, the man she loved and who loved her was not here, she would in her present state accept stiff prick from any man without question. To her fascinated gaze she saw Bert Wade unbutton his belt slowly then he unzipped his fly tantalizingly slowly or so it seemed.
As his trousers fell to the floor, Joyce let out a gasp of surprise mingled with admiration and longing.
He wore no underpants and his throbbing enormous cock stood stiff and proudly erect pointing out like a thick flagpole before him. Her gaze never faltering, the beautiful young girl sat with her eyes glued to that pulsating shaft as its circumcised purple knob came nearer and nearer.
Like even the most innocent and moral young women Joyce had whilst in the throes of ecstatic self-frigging experienced similar thoughts of debased fuck-acts of the type a man generally enjoys when giving himself a good jerkoff. And thanks to public ladies' toilets she had used on occasion, had from the lewd drawings and obscene lust-filled words and stories that are painted in lipstick on almost each of such ladies' toilets, a good idea what these depraved acts required.
As that big prickhead loomed up then stopped a few inches in front of her face she had a sudden obscene thought to do what John had once so upset her by demanding.
Because of the sex-drug she was unable to fight the overwhelming and urgent need to perform this gross debauched action. Quite oblivious to the gaze of Mrs. Wade, the doctor, and old Crosby she quite suddenly parted her lovely lips and engulfed the knob of the throbbing cock firmly between them. Watching this lovely creature take his prick between her lips quite voluntarily made Bert almost shoot his big sperm load at once into her virgin mouth. It was only his experience that allowed him to keep the spunk, of which, as it was over a week ago since he had come, there was plenty in his balls.
The lovely girl opened her mouth wide and swallowed as much of his cock down her throat as she could get.
The feeling of that stiff throbbing column of dick in her mouth made her more horny than she had ever been in her life before. As she tongued and sucked with great fervour on Bert's huge shaft, she felt hands undoing her dress and suddenly her dress was off her shoulders. Her brassiere went soon after and her gorgeous, firm well-developed breasts sprang free, grateful for relief.
Joyce knew that if she continued sucking the stiff prick inside her mouth she would soon be given a mouthful of hot sperm. Realizing that this was exactly what she wanted she sucked even more greedily, her head bobbing up and down madly on this stranger's big hot cock.
She did not know whose hands were kneading and pulling at her big tits nor did she care.
She rammed her mouth hard on to the shaft so that it was pushed to the back of her throat. Then she had for the first time in her life the unique, thoroughly debased and perverse pleasure of having a prick shoot its load in her mouth. As the gooey, creamy, sticky semen was flooding her mouth she savoured its bitter-sweet taste, rolling it around her mouth before gulping it down her throat. Again and again it discharged itself into her still sucking avid mouth. At last he had no more cock-juice to offer and it was with obvious reluctance that she allowed his now limp, shrunken pecker to slip from her mouth.
The gorgeous wild-eyed girl looked around the room, a tiny dribble of male semen at the corner of her lips. She hurriedly let her dress fall to her feet and stepped out of both it and her shoes. Willing hands tore her panties down and a gasp went around the room as her beautiful treasure of a virgin cunt was revealed to the hungry gaze of the perverted audience. At once Mrs. Wade became the leader of the group now intent on further frigging the beautiful young bride.
Ethel took the stark naked girl over to the sofa and told her to lay on it. Ready and willing for anything anyone wished to do in violation of her cunt, she complied, for she was so much under the effect of the drug that her most urgent need was the gratification of her now aroused sexual desires.
Ethel's long fingers deftly probed around in the girl's virgin cunt or at any rate virgin to man's cock. Joyce began to writhe and jerk as those cool fingers probed expertly up her juicy hungry twat.
Ethel glanced around the group and then remembered that Neil, the doctor, had a smaller but very active cock than either her husband who in any event had only just been sucked off. Old Joe Crosby would have to wait for Joyce's Slit to be well and truly oiled and opened before she could have any of his great prick shoved up into it. The other man, unknown to Joyce, was in a corner of the room busily recording all the sucking and fucking action on film.
"Bring me my case," Ethel ordered her husband whose prick had already regained some of its former life and stiffened to a hard-on again. He returned a few minutes later and during his absence Ethel played with the girl's clitoris to such effect that Joyce was wild with desire.
"Put her on the rug so Simon can catch it all on film," ordered Ethel. "Now make her real horny by talking dirty to her, pull your big monster of a prick out Mr. Crosby let her see the big cock that is going to soon give her hot little cunt a real fucking. When Joe opened his fly, the great prick that sprang out was so huge that it seemed unreal.
Very thick and extremely long, with a huge head on it, the girl on the carpet tried to reach for the gorgeous joy stick this grotesque old man owned.
"Look she wants my big prick," screamed the old man, "she tried to grab it. Come on Ethel let me fuck her and you can piss about with your silly artificial rubber pricks after," insisted Joe.
"Look she gets fucked when I say so and before she does I am going to open that cunt and asshole with the rubber dicks. Then you can all fuck her as much as you like, any way you wish!"
"All this waiting is driving me mad," moaned old Crosby.
"Let her suck it off for you then," suggested the doctor, "she seemed to enjoy sucking Bert's alright."
Joe thought this an excellent idea and went and knelt over the girl's head so that his great cock and balls dangled before her lust-crazed lips.
At the same time Mrs. Wade had taken a small, funny type of rubber dildo, an artificial cock, from her case with some strange type of instrument at the base of it. Also attached to the instrument was another but even smaller dildo.
As she began pushing the larger of the two dildoes into Joyce's cunt, the girl with a lustful moan looked at the immense thick dick dangling just out of reach of her lovely mouth. The dildo went all into her cunt very easily, for it was no bigger than the candle her twat had been used to taking. Then however, as the woman started to lubricate her asshole in order to stick the other up her ass, the prick came down towards her open waiting mouth. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she felt the big, thick cock enter her open mouth and then gluing lips around it began to suck it madly.
The tiny dildo up her ass made her feel more wanton and debased than ever. Then she became aware of the rubber prick in her cunt suddenly swelling inside her small tight cunt. As Joe Crosby shot in her mouth a few moments later, she screamed, for the dildo in her asshole also swelled expanding her tight rectum.
Fearful that she might bite his dick-head off he quickly withdrew his ejaculating prick from her mouth and the rest of his hot semen spurted in her eyes and over her face, ruining her make up. She then turned her spunk-smeared face to the group as the dildos were let down and withdrawn from her steaming, running cunt and raw asshole.
"Oh fuck me, fuck, fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck, fuck, fuck," screamed the drug-demented girl.
The doctor was the first to plunge his cock into her ravenous cunt. When he finally shot his sperm into her twat she was in a state of the highest possible rut in a woman. She could hardly wait for him to withdraw so that Bert could get in. When he began to ram his big prick into her spunk saturated cunt, she began to whisper obscene urgings to him.
"Go on put it all into my twat then fuck me hard, go on rape me with your great big lovely prick, come on fuck me!" Bert responded valiantly and gave her a brutal fucking spreading her cunt walls wide apart.
By the time he had shot his wad inside her she had lost count of her own orgasms. Then it was Joe's turn and she was very co-operative and agreed to get on top of him and force her cunt onto that big massive stiff dong. It was obvious as she screwed her cunt onto his prick that she was experiencing a tremendous thrill from the big prick thrusting into her now expanded, wellfucked cunt.
At last she had taken the full length of his cock inside her pussy right to the balls. She began to lunge up and down on him until his great prick was plunging in and out of her cunt at a terrific pace.
She stopped for a moment. Then looking up with a twisted smile of utter debasement on her lovely features said, "Doctor please bugger me, come on stir the shit up in my asshole, go on and ram me up the old dirt road!"
The doctor did not take long before he had his prick half way embedded up her virgin asshole and she implored him to put it all in. This dual fucking of her cunt and asshole drove Bert to his former horny state and he began to jerk himself off. He watched her get spunk from the two men pumped into her and then he shot his load all over her asscheeks.
They put her to bed afterwards in a state of collapse and exhaustion. The following morning Bert and Ethel Wade had been warned that it was possible the young bride would be disgusted and very upset over the advantage they had taken of her last night. But if this was the case then they were to reveal the fact that the whole episode had been captured on film and threaten to show it to her husband if she got nasty about it. It was almost ten o'clock when Joyce came down the stairs to join them. She looked radiant and happy which puzzled the couple even more.
This was not at all what they had expected and it occurred to them both that perhaps in some strange way she was unable to remember how they had violated her cunt and asshole on the previous night.
"You seem very happy this morning dear," said Mrs. Wade.
Joyce looked at the couple and her lovely face broke into a charming somehow strangely seductive smile. "Yes," she replied, "do you know I think what happened last night has made me cock happy."
The couple could not restrain a gasp of astonishment at this bride's vulgar perverted statement.
"You mean you don't mind what happened last night," inquired Bert incredulously.
"Mind," laughed the girl, "why I have never experienced such a wonderful evening in all my life."
Ethel began to laugh and was soon joined by her husband.
"What's so funny," asked Joyce.
Controlling her laughter Ethel said, "Oh, only that we went to a lot of trouble last night to film all the humping you took part in. We took the movies so that when you recovered from the very potent love drug we gave you we could stop you from making trouble for us by threatening to show your husband the film of the incidents."
A thoughtful look came into the young wife's lovely eyes as she took a cigarette and lighted it.
"You say that you have a film of everything that took place last night have you."
"Everything except the sound," agreed Bert.
At that moment the bell rang and the doctor joined the group. He was as delighted as Mr. and Mrs. Wade to find the way the lovely girl had reacted to the fuck-assaults on her body the previous evening.
"Now I am told that all last night's happenings were filmed, I suspect that my husbands illness was not as bad as you had us believe."
"Quite right in fact he will be home in the hour," agreed the doctor smiling a little sheepishly.
"Well do you not think it would be fun to let my husband John see the film," she asked the astounded trio.
CHAPTER TWO
By the time her husband arrived home and at once took her in his arms a plan of action had been decided.
"Would you care to see a little film show after lunch," inquired Bert of the loving couple on the sofa with a sly wink at Joyce over her husband's shoulder.
They politely agreed, and after lunch seated themselves along with Mrs. Wade and the doctor in the lounge. In order to ensure no physical harm or interference from John his coffee had been treated with a new type of drug that whilst leaving the mental, facial and vocal muscles free, completely paralyzed the whole of the remainder of the body.
By the time the film was ready to commence John had already informed them that he could not move.
"Don't worry dear," cooed his young wife, "you will soon be perfectly alright it's just something the doctor gave you to stop you from getting too excited by the film." The lights dimmed and the four viewers were seated on the large sofa together.
Joyce was seated between the doctor and her husband. The film hit the screen and the first shot portrayed Joyce seated on an easy chair in the room in which they were now seated. The next shot brought Bert Wade into focus and a gasp of horror came from John's lips as he gazed at the man who was dropping his trousers to the floor.
"Christ," he screamed, "what is this?" as he watched the man, his big prick stuck out before him, go towards his wife's chair. The horror and agony in her husband's eyes thrilled Joyce and she wanted to add to it as he continued to view the film with disbelief and stricken face.
She lit a cigarette, then turning to her husband said, "Hasn't Bert got a lovely big cock darling? In just a minute you will see me take that big prick in my mouth and suck all the juice from it."
The whole of the film was shown to the wretched husband and as he saw his beautiful young bride fucked in turn by the group he began to sob brokenly. The obscene comments Joyce made showed quite clearly that in his absence she had been so corrupted as to make her morals hopeless.
Feeling flowed back into his body almost as soon as the film ended and his wife, an evil perverted look on her lovely young face, asked brazenly if he had enjoyed it. For reply John raised his arm and struck her with the palm of his hand across the face hard. Bert at once sprang forward and held the much slighter John in a firm cruel grip.
"I think this husband of mine requires a lesson or two in manners don't you?" she asked the others.
They all agreed readily and Joyce ordered Bert to strip him. While between the doctor and Bert the struggling John was divested of his entire clothing, Joyce asked Ethel to get her a whip.
The evil, sadistic Ethel Wade brought Joyce what was in fact an even crueler version of the old fashioned cat-of-nine-tails.
Each tail was made of rhino and of course one blow with this type of whip in effect resulted in nine cruel lashes being received by its unfortunate victim.
It soon became obvious to all that Joyce, this young bride, was in fact more perverted and sadistic than any of them. She began to flay her screaming young husband's back using the cruel and very sadistic whip With such force that it ripped into his body leaving angry red welts all over his back.
Her eyes glistened and her lips twisted in a sneer of perverted pleasure, she was obviously in her element. She whipped his ass until his asscheeks were bruised and red, oblivious to her husband of one day's sobbing pleas for mercy. At last, sweat glistening on her lovely forehead, she stopped to admire her handiwork.
Bert and the doctor released John's broken, pain-wracked body and the victim slumped in an untidy heap to the floor, writhing in agony. Joyce surveyed the poor, weak specimen of manhood who just twenty-four hours ago she had married, disdainfully. His ridiculous tiny little penis had with the beating gone hard and erect but even so was only about four inches big.
The girl had found that the thrashing she had just administered to her young husband made her feel horny as he'll. Addressing her husband Who was still in considerable pain she said, "And now I want a good fucking!" she saw a gleam of hope come into John's eyes.
Bravely he struggled to his feet and stood before her his little prick still poised and erect. More than anything in the world he wanted to fuck this lovely but now debauched girl Who he had made his wife.
"Please Joyce let me frig you," he pleaded his eyes filled with pain and lust.
Joyce sneered in his face, "With that?" pointing an accusing finger at his prick.
"No Bert will give me a real length of prick, the kind of cock that a woman's cunt craves for."
Joyce began then to strip without showing the slightest embarrassment. Completely nude, she lay on the sofa her legs parted invitingly and displaying her already juicing slit.
John made as if to follow and throw himself on her voluptuous body, but the doctor and Mrs. Wade forcibly restrained him from doing so.
"Make him ask Bert to fuck me," suggested the wretched young wife.
Ethel, who herself loved to see a man humiliated as John was now being, needed no more urging and brought the whip over to the still naked and terrified John. She brandished it be fore him and at once he began to plead for mercy as she made as if to bring it lashing across his chest.
"Well, tell my husband what you want him to do to your wife."
He hesitated for a moment, which gave Ethel the excuse she needed to bring the cruel whip lashing down on his chest with tremendous force. He let out a yell of pain as the thongs reddened his white skin, then seeing Ethel raise the whip once more shouted, "Bert fuck my wife, go on fuck her."
Bert Wade, his big cock throbbing and stiff at the thought of once more stuffing this gorgeous piece of cunt being offered him said, "Don't you think he ought to put It in for you, after all he is your husband."
Now completely cowed and willing to do anything to escape further punishment, John guided Bert Wade's great big stiff prick to his wife's waiting, eager cunt lips. Feverishly the lovely girl screwed her cunt on to Bert's hot cock and from the way her cunt quickly absorbed the complete shaft of the prick it showed how much the session last night had opened her young inexperienced vagina.
Urged on by the doctor, Mrs. Wade's and Joyce's own obscene urgings, Bert put on a display of fucking that for a man of his age was a splendid performance.
Even John found that he got pleasure mixed with horror as he watched Bert's prick thrusting in and out of her now spunk-soaked cunt at tremendous speed. Ethel Wade suddenly got down before him and took his little cock into her big mouth and began to roll it around inside, sucking greedily. Bert's sperm spurted into Joyce's avid cunt exploding deep inside her, causing her to cry out with uninhibited delight.
She was reluctant to allow him to withdraw until she saw the doctor dropping his trousers to reveal a good erection on his smaller but quite active prick. Then she heard her husband cry out and turning, saw the elderly Mrs. Wade in the act of taking his sperm inside her mouth.
She waited for him to finish and when Ethel let his now very tiny shrunken prick fall from her mouth turned to him and said, "You dirty perverted devil I will teach you a good lesson."
"Doctor," she asked, "will you do something for me that will provide me with extreme pleasure and satisfaction."
"Anything my little sex bomb," he replied.
The girl asked for a cigarette and lighting it blew out a stream of blue smoke lazily.
"What do you want," the doctor asked. Joyce looked calmly at her husband then back to the doctor who was how naked, leaving only Mrs. Wade clothed.
In a voice laden with lust she said, "I want you to frig my husband's ass, to fuck his asshole."
The others thought this a most excellent idea and the horrified young husband was laid out on his belly. His tiny brown little asshole was revealed to the depraved group and Joyce grabbed the bottle of whiskey that had only a little left in the bottom. She quickly gulped the contents down then kneeling between her husbands spread-eagled thighs, she began to ram the end of his pouting asshole.
He screamed in agony as he felt his little hole being violated in this brutal and unnatural way. His screams only seemed to give Joyce more perverse urgency, and with all her force, heedless of the pain she was inflicting, she drove the bottle up to the neck in his rectum.
Satisfied, she pulled it out and a brown blob of stinking steaming shit was attached to the top of the bottle. His asshole was bruised quite badly as a result of the anus tissues being torn and stretched. She went around to where Bert was holding John's head.
"Lift his head up," she commanded.
Bert did as she ordered and Joyce at once planted the shitty bottle in front of him.
"Now eat that big blob of shit whilst the doctor buggers you," said Joyce.
Her husband was beyond speech and so tortured and terrorized was he.
"Open his mouth Bert," said Joyce.
As he did so Joyce rammed the bottle with the big blob of brown shit on it Into his open mouth. He was helpless for his head was held down on the bottle by Bert and he had no option but to eat his own shit.
"Now fuck him," Joyce ordered the doctor, "show him how good it feels to have a real prick up his shitty asshole."
She watched along with the others as the doctor carried out the grossly obscene act and the final humiliation of fucking her husband's asshole.
By the time he shot his sperm deep into his defiled anus, she was frigging herself madly in perverted lust and excitement. To her delight the bottle when finally pulled from her husband's mouth was clean and without a trace of shit on it. And so as the week went on Joyce grew even more lustful and perverted with the willing help of the Wades, the doctor and Old Mr. Crosby.
John on the other hand lost any self-assertion he may have once possessed and became resigned to his role of all-owing his gorgeous young wife to completely and utterly dominate him. In some strange way he began to enjoy his role as a slave-husband and lost none of his love for her.
Again and again he watched whilst Bert, Joe and the doctor fucked her in every possible way. Always she accepted their cocks and indeed once or twice allowed him to fuck her when she felt unsatisfied with their efforts. He was made to perform the most debased and degrading acts and often Joyce got the wish to see him get fucked again up his anus.
When the week ended it was a very different couple who left than had arrived.
Before they left however Joyce got a present from each of her four people who had made her stay so enjoyable.
Mr. Bert Wade presented her with the eight-tailed whip he laughingly said it was to keep her husband in his proper place.
His wife gave Joyce a massive fooWong beautifully made dildo complete with straps and an automatic cord liquid releaser attached to its big rubber balls.
"Not yet, but one day you may find, that with a little more experience your cunt will be able to take all of this!" she grinned.
"Don't worry," Joyce assured her, "I will get it all up somehow then I'll try to open my ass until I can take it all up in my asshole."
The doctor gave her six of the sex drug tablets which he assured her she herself would never need but should she ever want to make someone else fuck-crazy she need only give one full tablet and man, woman or child would be wildly horny and ready to fuck all night.
Joe Crosby gave her the only orthodox gift, consisting of a beautiful and expensive make-up compact case full of the most exquisite aids to beauty, which he said would help her to entice her lovers. He was sure she would have plenty.
They saw them off at the station and the couple sat down for the journey back to the great metropolis of London from where they had come. John, insignificant and silent, sat beside her and wondered how his young debauched wife would react in her new surroundings.
CHAPTER THREE
Not having much money, for John was only a warehouse clerk they had arranged to go and live with his married sister and her husband.
Joyce had never met Bill and Mary, but as Mary was only twenty-six and her husband Bill a year senior, she hoped they would get on well together. And perhaps it would happen they could have some sex fun and fucking together. From the way John talked about them they were a fun loving and happy couple.
Bill and Mary owned a large Old-fashioned house in the suburbs of West London, and whilst Bill had a good job at a local garage his wife took in a couple of boarders.
When they arrived at Waterloo Station, Bill and Mary were waiting for them and greeted them warmly. Bill was a big rough-looking man, whilst Mary was a curvaceous, if a little buxom, and rather common peroxide-blonde.
The look in Bill's eye as he gazed at his new sister-in-law was sufficient indication that he was very interested in her. Inside the taxi Joyce sat between her husband and Bill and was aware of the pressure of Bill's leg against her own.
After dinner, Bill looking straight at Joyce asked if anyone felt like going to a party at a business associate's of his.
"No thanks," replied John, "I have to be at work tomorrow early."
"What about you Joyce," asked Mary, "will you chaperone my husband because I do not feel like going."
To John's dismay his young bride agreed readily and went upstairs to prepare herself.
When John went upstairs later, his wife was dressed in a skin tight gold lame dress which showed every delightful curve of her young body to great advantage. She was busy applying very heavy and exotic make-up to her lovely face.
"Do you have to paint up like a damn whore," he exploded.
"Shut your feeble mouth," she replied, "I shall do exactly as I like."
He offered no more argument and at the door she spun round and said sarcastically, "I expect to be late so don't wait up, dear."
Bill gasped at the picture of female seduction that joined him in the car and started off conscious of his throbbing prick. Bill suggested they should have a drink on the way as they were a little early.
Joyce nodded her assent. They pulled up at a small pub which was deserted as it had only just opened. "What's your poison," he asked. "A double vodka please." Pleased at this Bill ordered at the same time inquiring if she drank much.
"Yes I am afraid I do," the girl replied adding, "do you mind?"
Joyce stuck a cigarette between her thickly carmined lips and leant forward for a light, pleased to see his hand trembling and his eyes glued to her exposed tits as he obliged her.
"Look this party will be a bit dull, I wonder if you would prefer something a little more exciting."
"I always like excitement," she murmured in her most sexy voice.
"Alright, well if you are game I know of a place we can go to which will provide all the excitement you want."
"Tell me all about it, please Bill!"
"Well if you go, you had better forget any ideas of us getting home tonight."
"Oh good, then I can get stoned. Can I have another drink please?" asked the lovely girl.
Bill ordered another double vodka for Joyce then said, "Look the party is pretty sexy, are you sure you really want to go."
Joyce took a drag on her smoke and a gulp of her vodka then smiled into Bill's eyes.
"Look the sexier the party is the better I will like it."
The house was secluded and set in its own grounds.
About twenty people were gathered in the large lounge and Bill and Joyce were greeted enthusiastically by the others.
Bill, anxious to keep his delightful young teenage sister-in-law to himself, guided her away from the group of lecherous males to a dark ened secluded corner of the room.
He called a passing waiter over and asked for a bottle of vodka. Within minutes a full large bottle of vodka and two glasses were brought over to them.
Those present seemed to sort themselves out, but it soon became apparent that the men far outnumbered women. Another hour found about thirty men and only ten women present.
The silver-haired distinguished looking gentleman who seemed to be acting as host toured the tables, stopping to chat amicably with those present. Eventually he worked his way round to where Bill and Joyce were seated.
"Good evening I do not think I have met your charming companion before at our little gatherings."
"No," agreed Bill, "this is my sister-in-law who has just come to live with Mary and myself."
The man smiled and shook hands with Joyce and said, "I hope you will enjoy yourself and that in the future you will come often."
Joyce lived up to his invitation, for during the evening she came often, and very well. First she was fucked by the enormous-cocked Bill. Then the other males, seeing a really hot new number in the sex-club, all dipped their stiff pricks in her eager twat. When the final score was racked up, Joyce had been fucked by all of the thirty men present....
"Some initiation," she murmured as the last prick of the evening shot its load into her hungry pussy....
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
It was quite by chance that Bob Roberts and Mike Leary met at all. Both worked in the cal hospital as a male nursing assistant and Mike as brought into the accident ward after being involved in a car accident.
He had suffered only superficial cuts to his legs and Bob was told to treat him whilst the doctor and nurse attended to the occupant of the other vehicle who had suffered more serious multiple injuries.
Bob, quite used to giving similar treatment, asked the very big middle aged man to remove hiss trousers. When he did so Bob let out a gasp envious astonishment. Before his eyes was the most massive prick he had ever seen in his life. Even in its present limp condition it hung loosely from his body like some great fleshy penilum.
Not only was it tremendously long, it was so very thick. Bob managed to carry out the required treatment without comment and when e had finished Mike thanked him then as an afterthought asked if he knew where Lorimer beet was as he was looking for rooms for him self.
"Are you married or alone!" inquired Bob thoughtfully.
Mike replied that he was on his own, and Bob said that he and his wife Mary could fix him up with room and board. Terms were quietly agreed upon and that night the two men went to Bob's home together. To his delight Mike found not only the accommodations to be exactly what he wanted, but also Mary Roberts to be an exceedingly beautiful and curvaceous young brunette.
At the sight of Mary, Mike's prick stiffened inside his trousers and he determined that before very long he would certainly make an attempt to lay this very sexy looking wife of his new friend. Bob did not miss the look of longing in Mike's eyes and after a very satisfying meal whilst Mary was busy washing up he as ed casually, "What do you think of my wife Mike?"
A little embarrassed in view of his earlier thoughts he replied, "She's a very lovely young lady and an excellent cook."
At the young husband's unexpected question, however, Mike almost dropped the cup of coffee he held.
"How would you like to fuck her?" Bob asked.
When he had time to recover the older man replied, "I would like nothing better."
"Well we have only been married a few weeks and she was a virgin When I married her and though she obviously enjoys sex, she is still rather prudish in her attitude to it and I would love to see her become more lax in her morals.
"As you can see we are rather poor and I have no wish to slave away at the hospital for the rest of my life."
Before Mike could comment Bob went on: "A lovely piece of cunt like Mary could, once she is corrupted by us, earn a small fortune as a prostitute. If you will help me to make her become one I will share her earnings with you willingly."
Mike scarcely able to believe his own good fortune willingly agreed to cooperate in full and when Mary returned to the living room she found each with smug, contented smiles on their faces.
She sat down on the sofa between the two men and helped herself to a cigarette which Mike lighted for her. Mary felt a little uncomfortable as she smoked and talked, seated between her husband and the new lodger.
She suddenly stiffened as she felt her thigh crushed by Mike's hand. Before she could object, the hand was removed and she decided it must have been an accident.
Bob rose and said, "I will just go out and get a bottle so we can all have a drink together."
"Will you get some cigarettes," asked Mary knowing she had only a couple left in her case.
"I won't be long darling," said Bob and winking at Mike added, "see that our friend Mike has everything that he wants."
Mary watched her husband disappear down the path and then as soon as she closed the door sensed Mike behind her. His strong hands reached out and encircled her waist his hot lips muzzling her neck. She struggled violently as he said, "You heard what your husband said, 'you are to see I have what I want', and I want you."
He arched his-loins hard into the back of her asscheeks and pressed his big stomach into the small of her back.
She felt the hard shaft of his prick against her buttocks but struggled to no avail. His big hands moved up to clasp the twin globes of her tits cruelly and she ceased struggling in the hope that he would relax that terrible hold on her tender breasts. To her immense relief he did, but then spun her round in his arms and crushed her to him. Then he glued his lips to hers and she felt his thick tongue trying to force its way between her clenched teeth.
Summoning every ounce of strength she managed to break away from this dirty beast of a man. She turned round to see Bob her husband standing in the doorway. He had done nothing to stop this stranger, and far from showing anger he was standing with a strange smile on his face.
"You must excuse Mike," he said, "he has! been without a woman for a long time and you are very pretty, you know Mary."
Mary was horrified and disgusted to hear her husband speak in this way and was about to run from the room. But Bob stopped her and held the now hysterical young wife in his arms whilst Mike came up and took her from him. Once again Mike's lips pressed down on hers and as Mary opened her mouth to scream in terror the thick wet tongue of this horny man thrust into her pretty young mouth.
She realized that if her husband was prepared to allow Mike to treat her in this vile way, she was helpless to stop him. The tongue in her mouth began to probe from one side to the other. The body of this creature was vibrating against her and she felt his stiff penis sandwiched against her belly boring into her like a piece of iron tubing. She felt hands raising her dress from behind and her husband whispered, "there's a good girl let Mike see what lovely legs you have got dear."
The hard pressure of Mike's mouth on her own prevented her turning her head to see what Bob was doing. Suddenly Mike released her and before she could regain her breath he picked her up and carried her upstairs. Her husband opened the bedroom door and Mike dropped his lovely burden on the bed. The two men ruthlessly tore and ripped the clothes from the struggling terrified young wife.
She could not believe this was real and felt more as if it was some horrid nightmare.
But it was real, and she was now naked her clothes lying in a torn and tattered heap on the floor. Then she began to scream in real terror, but Mike's big hand stifled her screams as he clasped it over her mouth.
Bob, her husband of just a month, was hurriedly discarding his own clothes.
"You give it to her first," ordered Mike.
Mary was helpless, held as she was in the big man's vise-like grip. She felt her legs parted and then the first inch of her husband's stiff prick was pushed into her cunt, to be quickly and brutally followed by the rest of the long shaft.
Now he was buried to the hilt in her and he began to move in and out driving his prick up and down her cunt with great vigour. His balls smacked up against the mouth of her cunt as he fucked her without mercy.
Mike removed his hand from Mary's mouth and the only sound from the humiliated young wife were sobs of pain and anguish. In spite of this however, nature was forcing her to respond. She hated her body, for like a part of her that was completely detached from her mind, her cunt began to move with him. At last he sank his prick deep inside her and shot his load deep into her cunt.
At the same time her own flood gates opened releasing her cunt-juice as she reached her I Climax. Through her constant struggling she was now completely exhausted and collapsed back on the bed very near fainting. She watched the big man rise and begin slowly to discard his clothes. Mary began to sob brokenly and between her sobs pleaded with her husband.
"Please don't let him fuck me, please," she cried.
"Shut up, you cow," replied Bob.
With that he parted her legs and with his fingers opened her well oiled cunt lips, then said:
"Now Mike come and get that big monster of a prick up here, I want to see you get it all up her tight little cunt!"
Bob was thrilled as he had never been before as he watched the big, long, thick prick of his new friend poised at the entrance of his lovely young wife's cunt. The huge purple knob lodged in her open cunt lips and he watched Mike force the knob of his prick inside and saw it disappear. Mary screamed with pain as she felt her cunt stretched by this monstrous prick. Slowly and accompanied by Mary's sobs of pain the prick bulldozed its way up her, stretching the walls of her cunt as it was relentlessly screwed into her. The blinding unbearable pain made Mary feel sick and sweat rolled down her face.
It felt as if a thick steel shaft was being hammered up her cunt and she felt in real danger of being split apart.
As Bob saw the last inch of this enormous cock disappear in his wife's slit he thought that surely this was the most exciting kick in the world for a man to see a cock such as Mike's go up his wife's cunt. Then Mike began a slow rhythmic fucking motion. The pain was intense for Mary as that monstrous cock began to move and she wished she were dead. Her cunt walls began to give and stretch to the enormous intruder, thus allowing Mike's prick much more movement. The speed and force of his fucking made Mary begin to feel animal pleasure mixing with the pain.
As the pain decreased, so her passion and pleasure increased and then she came, bathing with her cunt-juice the prick that was now moving in and out of her cunt at astonishing speed. Her sobs turned to panting moans as her body of its own violation began to move with this savage fucker. Twice more her own climax was reached, and then his prick exploded and sperm was being shot into the deepest confines of her cunt, jetting in great force against her womb. He shot his sperm into her for fully two minutes and only when at last he had fed the entire contents of his balls to her twat did he stop moving on her....
The loud plopping noise made as he uncocked his prick from Mary's cunt and the stream of milky spunk that flowed from his wife's soaking cunt excited Bob.
Mary, utterly and completely fucked and feeling debased, lay as if dead. The men had gone when she finally and painfully dragged herself from the bed. Her cunt felt as if it still had that big super-cock inside it and she was unable to straighten up or close her legs properly.
Her clothes were ruined and she wiped her semen-soaked thighs on her dress. The door opened and Bob, glass in hand pushed her out into the lounge.
"Look Mike you have fucked her bowlegged," he cried delightedly.
Mary's hate filled eyes looked at the faces of the two men, "You filthy disgusting swine," she whimpered.
"Go into the bathroom and make yourself decent you filthy bitch," ordered Bob.
Mary went into the bathroom washed and dressed in fresh clothes.
Outside the lounge She heard Mike's voice now a little slurred say, "I hope your wife is not long because I am ready for some more of her lovely cunt."
Panic struck into the young wife's heart and on impulse she opened the front door and ran out into the cold night air.
It was useless however for she had only gone a few strides when a pair of rough hands grabbed her and hauled her back inside the house. Bob and Mike surveyed the dejected and humiliated girl as she sat before them. She reached for a cigarette her hands trembling and lighting it inhaled deeply and gratefully for it.
"May I have a drink," she asked.
"Certainly," her husband answered at the same time unzipping his fly, "come and drink the sperm from this."
The girl screamed, "That I will never do."
The next minute Mike grabbed the lovely young wife's arm and twisting it up her back very painfully, compelled Mary to get up and move across the floor towards her husband's stiff, exposed prick. Another twist and she had no option but to sink to the floor or have her arm broken by this monster. She was now knelt before her husband who was grinning.
His prick was only inches away from her lovely young face and virgin mouth. Through the red haze of pain which was doubled as Mike grabbed her other arm she heard Mike say, "Now suck your husband's prick off you fucking whore!"
She had a sudden idea of biting it, but Mike's next words warned her against this and said if she did he would break both her arms for her. He twisted her arms in such a way that the only way she could obtain any relief from the pain was to lower her face to her husband's obscene shaft. As she was compelled to lower her head she began to pray silently, for to suck a man's prick was to her the most disgusting thing imaginable.
As if in answer to her prayers the door bell rang shrilly. At once Mike released her and Bob zipped up his fly, then went to the door. He opened to find the man from next door a Mr. Len Jones standing there. Mr. Jones was an aging pot-bellied widower.
"What the hell's all the row about," he asked pushing his way past Bob. His eyes saw Mary's tear stained face and the big man.
"Oh just a lover's quarrel," said Bob.
"It's not," screamed Mary, "they have both just raped me and are now trying to force me to do horrid filthy things to them."
"Please, please Mr. Jones help me," she cried her eyes pleading with him.
Len studied the two men for a moment and smiled cruelly.
"I think that every wife should do whatever her husband desires regardless of what those desires are and I would prefer to help him rather than you."
Mike grinned at the girl, "See by opening your big mouth you have got yourself three men to suck and fuck instead of two."
All the will and fight went out of Mary now and she said her voice filled with hate and loathing. "Alright let me have a few drinks, then I will do all you ask."
Then her eyes resting on her husband said, "I will never forgive you for this." She poured a large shot of Scotch into a glass and gulped it down. The whiskey burned and she felt its heady effect at once, unused as she was to alcohol.
Mary did not care, she wanted to get as drunk as possible so that whatever was required of her she could do without much feeling. She had sense enough to realize that she was at the mercy of these three men and a saying she had heard flashed across her mind, "If rape is inevitable lay back and enjoy it."
Mary filled her glass to the brim next time and lit a cigarette. As she drank, so the three men began to undress.
When Bob ordered her to undress she did so at once, not wishing to have a second lot of clothes ruined. By the time she had finished her cigarette and drank a third glass of whiskey she was drunk, her senses and feelings mercifully dulled by the liquor she had consumed.
"Now come and suck me off you drunken Slut," commanded Bob.
Unsteadily she rose, the room spinning around her. She knelt before her husband, then closing her eyes and opening her mouth fastened her lips around his prick and began to suck. When at last he shot his load, the sperm hit the back of her throat and she drank it down for him.
Dimly she was aware then of sucking off both Mike and Len. Sometime later all of them fucked her and then she felt pain in her asshole and something wet exploded in her bowels before she collapsed in merciful sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
It was eleven when she awoke with a terrible headache and then the events of the previous night came flooding back to her. Hurriedly she packed a few things as soon as she saw the house empty and half an hour later was on a train to London.
It was not until she was on the train that she started to fully consider her position. Then her full plight hit her. First she had no relations she could go to, for she was an orphan. Secondly she had spent all except a few pennies on her train fare. Thirdly she had left in such a hurry that she had forgot her insurance card.
All day she wandered round the streets of London cold and hungry. She was without cigarettes and had no place to go. By nightfall she was desperate and decided that the only place she could go was the ladies' waiting room at the main line station. An old bag was the only other occupant and when she saw Mary she asked her if she had a smoke. When Mary replied she had not the old woman sneered, "God if I were young with your looks and figure I would have plenty of money."
Mary began to explain she could not get work as she had no cards. The hag laughed and said, "Out there," indicating the city, "you can find lots of men, and it's cunt not cards they want."
Shortly after a policewoman turned them both out on the street. She began to walk dejectedly. Then she became aware of a man walking close behind her. She turned to see a middle-aged man grinning lewdly at her. He offered her a cigarette and she wanted one so much that she took it. He lighted it for her then said:
"How much will it cost me."
She knew what he meant and was about to retort angrily when the thought of what she had been made to do last night crossed her mind.
The man persisted, "Look I will give you a fiver for a fuck up round the back here."
He began to walk up a deserted and narrow back street and slowly she followed.
It was quick, cheap and dirty and all over in a few minutes. He left her with a fiver in her hand and his spunk in her cunt. The young wife came out of the alley and looked at the money still clasped in her fingers.
She looked at the green piece of paper that she had just sold her body for. It was not until she had gone into a Soho all night cafe and ordered and devoured a meal that the realization dawned upon her that by accepting that money she had become a prostitute.
She bought twenty cigarettes paid for her meal and was left with a few shillings. In no hurry to leave the warm coziness of the cafe she sat smoking.
A heavily painted and perfumed common-looking woman of about fifty wearing a cheap fur coat came and sat opposite her.
"Got a fag love," she asked.
Mary offered her pack to the woman who took one and lighted it.
The woman said, "Fucking cold tonight isn't it dear."
Mary chocked by the woman's use of the obscene word and visibly showed her surprise. The woman introduced herself as Ma Jones.
"Now I suspect that you have just arrived in the city have no money and no place to go, am I right."
Mary nodded her assent.
Ma smiled happily and studied the girl. After some moments she said thoughtfully, "Look I will be frank with you, I can offer you a lovely flat of your own in a small house I own not far from here. I will let you live rent free and provide you with three good meals daily. Also I will pay you the required money to buy clothes and cosmetics and act as maid to you."
Mary looked in astonishment at the woman.
"All I want is half of what you earn."
Mary suddenly realized the situation. She was about to protest that she was not a prostitute then she recalled how she had paid for the meal she had just enjoyed. In any case what else was there for her to do?
"I would see you get plenty of trade," said Ma, "and you would make money."
Mary lit another cigarette then said, "O.K., but I am not experienced you know."
"Listen to me and you will be alright," advised Ma.
They took a taxi to the house in Bayswater which proved to be rather poorly furnished and none too clean. The following day Ma awoke her and they went shopping in the city. Mary who had always longed to be dressed in clothes that were flattering, did not mind the fact that most of those Ma selected were daring and even outrageous.
They had lunch and a couple of drinks, then went to the beauty parlour.
"Can I have Mansie?" asked Ma. "He is expecting us.
They were shown into a quite large and private room.
Mansie proved to be an aging, somewhat pot-bellied Italian, and whilst Ma and he had a conversation together Mary helped herself to a smoke and read a magazine nonchalantly. They were discussing the best way of enhancing her appearance. Mary who had become quite resigned to becoming a whore left it to them.
"We have decided to dye your hair jet-black and give you an exotic style!" Mansie told her.
Two hours later Mary looked at herself in the mirror and she was unrecognizable from the girl who had been Bob's wife. She had never used much make-up but now her face was thickly coated with pancake type makeup. Her hair, a lustrous black, was piled on top of her head in modern style. Very heavy, almost outrageous, eye make-up had been applied. Thickly mascaraed false long eyelashes had been fitted and her eyebrows shaped and out-lined in Cleopatra fashion.
Her eyes were shadowed in blue and green, with her lovely lips coated with layers of red liquid paint which Mansie pointed out would not rub off like ordinary lipstick. Her false glistening green and silver fingernails completed her sensual change of appearance.
Back in the flat she changed into the skintight red dress that showed off every curve of her young shapely body. The full length zipper at the back made for easy removal.
Black patterned nylons" and very highheeled shoes completed her outfit and looking at herself she had to admit she looked real sexy and seductive.
"Do you like yourself," asked Ma.
Mary nodded smiling.
"You have a lot to learn yet. Will you let me teach you how to succeed in your profession."
"Yes you tell me exactly what to do and I will do my best," agreed Mary.
"Well you now look more like a prostitute and here are a few tips for you," Ma said pouring two drinks and handing one to Mary.
"You will find that a girl in this profession smokes and drinks far more than the average girl. I would urge you to try to do so without getting too plastered. Another thing important for it is a way of advertising that you are on the game and that's the way you walk." Ma then demonstrated how to walk slowly swaying her ass seductively as she did so. Mary tried this and promised to try and do as she said.
"Also when you see a man, no matter how unattracted to him you may be try to get a wanton hungry expression come in your eyes. Another thing that's one of your stock in trade things is the way in which you smoke."
She gave Mary a cigarette and took one herself lighting both. She then placed the smoldering cigarette at an angle a little to one side of her lips and left it there.
Ma instructed Mary to try this and at once the girl saw how this give her an impudent brazen look and agreed to try to cultivate this habit.
"Now the most important part of all is the way you behave with a man. You admit you have little experience but the main thing to remember is this that when a man pays money to fuck with a prostitute he does not want or expect the girl to be a nice girl. He wants her to be bad, for if he wanted a nice girl he could screw with his wife or girl friend for free."
"Do you understand that?" asked Ma.
"Yes," Mary replied.
"Well I have noticed that whenever I use a dirty expression you look shocked and disgusted."
"This will not do, and you must learn to use these same words not only in bed, but out of bed also. Your clients will expect this of you. Words like, prick, cock, cunt, ass, frig, fuck, spunk, tits etc. should all be used by you."
"I will promise to try though I have never done so before," said Mary.
"Now be frank with me, do you enjoy being fucked or not."
Mary replied that she did.
"That's good for you will not have to pretend enjoyment. You do I hope appreciate that lots of your clients will Want more than straight sex. Some will want to fuck your asshole whilst lots will expect you to give them a blow-job or suck off."
Mary looked a little worried but bracing herself said, "I will see they get what they want."
After they had tea and Ma told her that she would go out and arrange to have cards inserted in the notice boards where such services as hers are advertised with the phone number on.
She was not long and shortly after she returned said, "Well let's go out and look for trade."
They arrived at a hotel which was frequented by their trade and outside Ma handed Mary the keys and said charge ten dollars minimum and see he pays for taxi for you to the flat and then return here as quick as you can. Ma gave Mary five dollars for expenses and left her saying she would try and get customers for her. Mary took a seat at a table near the entrance and ordered a scotch and a pack of cigarettes. Ma took a set over the far side and watched approvingly as her pupil crossed her legs showing a generous amount of white thigh, then lighted a cigarette and left it smoldering brazenly in between her thickly painted lips as she had been instructed. It was only a few minutes before a military-looking man with a bristling moustache approached her table and said, "Mind if I join you."
"Please do," murmured Mary sexily.
She let her eyes adopt what she hoped was a come to bed look and when he said, "Can I get you a drink," replied, "Please a double scotch."
She knocked the ash from her cigarette then replaced it in her lips.
The man was eyeing her boldly and she saw Ma watching.
"Are you in business," asked the man a little nervously.
Mary's lips curled in a smile. "I am, do you want some," she answered.
"How much and what for," he asked.
Mary swallowed her scotch then said, her voice low and husky. "Ten dollars and the taxi to my place, twenty dollars if you want extras."
"What do I get for a twenty?"
Mary smiled, "Whatever you want."
"And for the ten?" he persisted.
Mary took a deep breath then said, "For ten dollars you get just a...." she paused then blurted, "Fuck."
"Come on then," said the man, "I will try ten dollars worth!"
Mary was amazed to find how much she enjoyed being fucked by this complete stranger.
He did a good job on her cunt and she thoroughly came herself and afterwards he paid and promised to see her again.
Back in the pub-hotel, Ma could not help but overhear a group of young Northerners, who intent on enjoying themselves on a visit to London, were drinking a lot and talking about finding a woman to share. They kept pointing to first one and the other.
Ma smiled across at them and said, "Listen boys, in a few minutes one of the loveliest bits of cunt you have ever seen will be here. She will give all three of you a good ride for a tenner."
"When she comes in ask her over," said one of the young men.
"Does she suck," asked another eagerly.
Ma said, "Sure she sucks and fucks both ways as well."
A few minutes later Mary looking calm, cool and seductive entered, a half-smoked cigarette smoldering in her lips.
Ma called her over.
The boys looked unbelievingly. Mary smiled and Ma said, "Mary these three want a good time. They will give you ten apiece for an hour."
Mary seated herself at the youth's table and said, "Get me a drink." The scotch arrived and Ma left. She looked at them then said, "Do you want to fuck me separately or all at once."
"No all together, then we can watch each other screw," said the leader.
"Think you can take three pricks alright?"
Mary laughed, "I can take all the prick you guys can give."
They were three good-looking boys and Mary looked forward to acting as the object of their hump-desires. She stripped as soon as she got to the flat and lay on the bed her legs and pussy open waiting. Half way through the second boy's fucking of her she was so high in rut that she started to talk, "Oh faster, faster, harder, go on fuck me, fuck, fuck me."
When he had shot his sperm inside her cunt the third boy said, "Can I fuck your ass?"
"Sure," said Mary turning on her stomach, "go on fuck me in the ass."
His prick was not too big and she thoroughly enjoyed the rather painful but thrilling experience. They all had a breather, then one of the boys suggested Mary should suck them all off.
She did so, and for the first time found pleasure even in the act of swallowing their hot sperm.
During the next few months she became an experienced prostitute. It was a Friday night when in the bar of a pub she suddenly saw Mike at the bar together with her husband Bob. The two men looked up as the heavily painted prostitute approached them.
She was now blonde and looked years older than her twenty years. As usual a cigarette smoldered between her lavishly painted lips. The two men did not even suspect her of being the girl they had raped about six months ago. She smiled at Mike and Bob, "Buy me a drink love."
From the look of her, she had already had several.
Mike bought her a double gin which she drank like water.
"You looking for a girl," she asked.
"Sure how much," asked Bob.
"Twenty each for the night and you can fuck me anyhow and as often as you like."
The idea of having her husband pay to fuck his own wife of course appealed to Mary. She also felt thrilled at the prospect of getting Mike's big prick shoved up her cunt again. She had never forgot the fucking she got from him and surprising though it seemed, her new trade far from lowering her desires only made sex more necessary. Even Ma was amazed by Mary's sexual appetite for she often screwed twenty and thirty men a day, and then complained she wanted more. They agreed to Mary's suggestion that she should be allowed to have another couple of drinks, whilst she quickly polished these off they paid her in advance as she asked.
Back at the flat she got undressed first and fast then lighted a cigarette and said, "Come on now I want you both to give me all the fucking you can."
"How do you want her," Bob asked Mike.
"I fancy seeing if I can fuck her cunt whilst you screw her asshole."
"That sounds lovely," agreed Mary. It was amazing how much Mary's cunt had opened up and it was only when Mike with one savage thrust slammed the full length of his massive prick into her quite easily, that she fully appreciated what a big cunt she now had. He rolled her on top of him and Mary's asshole was then invaded by her husband's cock.
Then both fully stuck with their cocks inside the girl they went on their sides and started to fuck away. Mary was mad with desire as the two pricks slammed into her. Again and again she bathed Mike's fucking prick with her cunt-juice and determined in the future to have this delightful experience of twin fucking of herself again.
She regretted that another nice juicy prick was not available for her to suck on. All night long, the two men screwed her in every possible way and when they left they still did not know she was in fact Mary the young and innocent Wife they had seduced half a year ago.
It was a year later and Mary had left Ma with a big nigger who had satisfied her with his prick which was even bigger than Mike's.
He suggested she go up to Birmingham and live with him as his wife. So good in bed was he that Mary thought he could satisfy her needs. For the first month he fucked her night and day gallantly with great fervour for Mary's cock needs were great. However, as was only to be expected of any man, he could not sustain the pace and she began to go a little short of hump again.
Mary's boy friend Aly was terribly jealous and by a supreme effort she had managed to change her way of living. She now wore hardly any make up and had given up smoking and drinking. As a result of her new way of life she again looked young and beautiful. Then money grew scarcer and in the end Aly lost his job. Mary's savings went and Aly said he could get a job in London that was well paid and come home at weekends.
This he did and so from Monday to Saturday Mary was without a man. When Aly came home he more than made up for it with his big dick but when he left Sunday night Mary wondered how she would feel by the following Saturday. On Wednesday of that week she was going mad for hump. She had never got much pleasure out of frigging herself and though she tried this got little relief. By nightfall she felt terrible and decided to go to the cinema to take her mind off her need.
She was on her way to the cinema when all at once an Indian she passed in the street stopped and turning round said, "Excuse me aren't you Aly's woman."
"Yes," she admitted vaguely remembering being introduced to the Indian by Aly.
"Where you go?" he questioned.
"Oh well Aly's away and I thought I would go to the movies for a change."
"Why not come with me to a little party at my friend's house."
Before she could answer he urged, "Aly will not know."
Mary said, "No thanks."
In spite of her protests she found him very persistent. Finally she walked away from him. It was ten o'clock when the film ended and she came out feeling better. She decided to walk home for it was not far and she left the lighted main road to turn into the back streets leading to her home. She was level with the entrance to her street when the car pulled up next to her.
She turned idly as it did so and next moment a hand clasped a rag over her face. She was dimly aware of being bundled into a car and passed out. She awoke and found herself on a strange bed in a strange house tied down with strips of torn sheets to a bed. Mary was also stark naked and clustered around the bed were at least a dozen leering black faces. A voice she recognized as that of the Indian who had accosted her in the street earlier spoke.
"Now boys show this white whore what a dozen black pricks can do for her."
She fought but had no chance and the first of them rammed his black prick into her cunt and began to fuck. She tried hard not to respond but could not help herself. Her pussy started to move in rhythmic fucking motion with his thrusting prick.
The restraining hands left her as she cried out, "Oh yes, yes fuck me, fuck me all of you please fuck me to pieces!"
Throughout the night she took all the cock they could give her and was reluctant to leave the following morning so well had they performed on her.
In the future however she knew where to come whenever she was feeling even slightly prick-starved.
PART THREE
CHAPTER ONE
The rather over-painted lavishly dressed young woman seated next to the youth in the almost empty movie kept glancing at him. Colin who was sixteen wished she had chosen somewhere else to sit for then he could have indulged in his usual practice of jerking himself off. He had in fact been in the process of having a nice jerk-off when the woman had come and sat beside him and had only time to throw his coat over his unzipped fly and his quite large stiff protruding prick.
Colin in turn glanced at the woman and saw what a sexy looking piece she was and longed more than ever to go on with the delightful task she had interrupted. The woman was delving in her handbag and produced a pack of cigarettes from it. She took one from the packet and stuck it between her over-painted scarlet lips and said in a voice as sex-filled as her appearance, "Want a smoke?"
Colin fumbled in the pack taking one but as he did so his jacket slipped from his lap on to the floor revealing his open fly and still stiff, erect prick.
Colin felt his face go red and his first instinct was to run as he hastily bent down to retrieve his coat. He heard the woman chuckle softly and she flicked her lighter and held it before him. He lighted his cigarette and to his amazement saw she was smiling as she lighted her own. She blew out a stream of smoke then leaning over towards him murmured, "You naughty boy so you have been jerking off have you."
Confidence returning at her reactions Colin replied, "Yes," then added, "it's the only place I can go to do it in the daytime."
"Have you shot your load yet?" the woman asked.
"No," replied Colin pleased at the way she seemed interested in his masturbation.
"Well go on have yourself a nice jerk-off and I will watch out for anyone coming."
Colin needed no second bidding and he was soon sighing and moaning softly as the efforts of his pistoning hand brought him near to shooting his spunk load. He found it one of his most enjoyable cock-frigging and shot more hot sperm into his handkerchief than he ever had before.
When he had recovered the young woman leaned close and Colin decided to be bold and slipped his arm round her shoulders drawing her closer.
"What's your name," inquired the boy.
"Marion Wade," replied the woman smiling, then added, "I am twenty-five and am married to a man named John who is ten years older than me."
"Doesn't he give you enough prick?"
I am always prepared to let a nice-looking boy like yourself try. I suppose you have a girl though?" she queried.
Colin's hands were now roving over her tits and sending shivers of delight through her body.
"Yes my girl's name is Linda, she is sixteen and very beautiful but far too goody goody for my liking," said the boy.
"In what way?" inquired Marion.
"Oh she rarely smokes, will not drink and does not like bad language, in other words she is a bit of a square."
"How about sex, does she fuck for you?"
"Now and again she gives me a jerk-off and lets me frig her off, but I have only fucked her once about two weeks ago and even then I had to force her."
"She cried like a baby and would only see me again on the understanding that I would never try to fuck her again. That's why I am in here this afternoon because I am seeing her tonight." The boy stopped his manipulations on her body and digging into his pocket offered Marion a cigarette.
Both lit up and Marion said, "Look do you fancy having a fuck-session with me," then added lustfully, "I can promise you that I am no good girl, I am very bad."
"That's exactly what I need-a bad woman," laughed Colin. "When can we meet?"
"Well my husband knows that I like a strong young boy like yourself to screw me but he does not mind as long as he can have a young girl to amuse him." As she spoke, Marion let her hand rove over to Colin's lap and gripped the bulge of his prick firmly through his trousers. She took a deep long drag on her cigarette, then still caressing the growing bulge in his trousers said, "How would you feel about bringing your girl Linda around to our place tonight and allow my husband John to give her some cunt-education while you and I have our lay."
"You mean let your husband fuck her?" gasped Colin horrified at the thought.
"Yes whilst you fuck me, imagine how exciting it would be for us to see your goody snooty little girl friend taking my husband's big prick as we ourselves enjoy a real good fucking. I bet she would not be so square and cock-shy after that," encouraged Marion.
"But she would never let him do it," gasped the boy.
"All the better, then he will have to do what you did and rape her."
The idea of seeing Linda take dick from a man whilst he screwed his wife began to appeal to Colin. Before he left the movies he had agreed to take his girl to the Wades' home that evening.
Later that evening after dinner she looked at John, her big husband, and said, "Darting I met a very nice boy of about sixteen today in the cinema." John smiled, well aware of his wife's cunt-appetite for young boys.
"He is coming here tonight and he tells me that he has a beautiful sex-shy sixteen year Old girl friend that he is bringing along for you to amuse yourself with."
At once John showed his pleasure as she went on to describe the afternoon's events in full detail.
Later he went out to replenish supplies of cigarettes and drinks. It was a little after 7 p.m. when the door bell rang and John opened the door to find the couple waiting. "Ah, come in you must be Colin and Linda," he beamed.
His lustful eyes surveyed the gorgeous young creature with the good-looking boy. She looked older than sixteen because her body was that of a fully developed woman. She wore no make up and looked very sweet and innocent as she stood shyly being introduced to his wife.
While Marion hung up the couple's coats, John took the youth on one side and said, "Right now get your girl to take some drink and make her happy."
The four seated themselves facing each other, Linda and Colin on one sofa and Marion and John on the other sofa. John wheeled the serving-tray on which was stacked a large supply of drink and cigarettes, between, the two sofas.
"Help yourselves to whatever you want," John invited them.
He poured two large glasses of whiskey for Marion and himself while Marion helped herself to a pack of cigarettes.
Colin did likewise and offered the open pack to Linda, who though she very seldom smoked, took one without saying anything and accepted a light. However when Colin asked what she would have to drink she retorted that he knew very well she did not drink.
John took a half bottle of "Drambuie" and poured out a wine glass full then putting it before the girl said, "Here try this I feel sure you will like it dear."
Marion swallowed her whiskey like it was water and looked with disgust at the girl saying, "Come on love don't be a spoil sport, live a little."
Slowly Linda raised the glass to her lips and sipped it. She had tasted several types of drink before and thought them awful. However the sweet pleasant warming taste of this was quite pleasant.
She sipped a little more then put the glass down and said, "Oh yes that is very nice."
John began then to tell jokes which at first were quite clean and Linda sipped steadily at the large glass before her and was soon laughing loud at the jokes. Then Marion began to tell a few rather dirty ones which would normally have shocked the young girl, but the warm glow spreading inside her made her want to laugh and her head felt a little giddy.
Her glass, she saw to some surprise, was empty and Colin asked if she wanted another drink. She nodded and once more her glass was filled with the potent liquor. Marion whispered something to John and he got up and took a small glass phial from the drawer which contained a powerful eastern aphrodisiac drug designed to stimulate sexual hunger in even the most frigid female. He took Linda's drink and emptied the entire contents into it. The girl was busy lighting the cigarette Colin had just given her and not iced nothing.
As she sipped her new drink John asked if they would care to see a little film show on his home movie screen. They agreed and John fitted up a small screen and explaining that it lasted only fifteen minutes and was automatic. He set the machine going at the same time switching out the light. He poked Colin on the back of the head and indicated Marion on the opposite couch.
Colin got up and crossed over. Linda, her senses a little befuddled with drink, looked up in surprise as John sat down beside her. Then the film started and claimed all the attention.
It was quite dirty without being obscene and also very comical and suggestive. She was soon laughing at the antics of the man who had got inside a nudist colony by mistake.
John took hold of the half-filled glass of liquor before the girl and raising it to the girls lips whispered, "Come on Linda, let's see you finish your drink." The girl giggled drunkenly and began to drink from the raised glass. She drained it and John glanced across at the sofa his wife and Colin were occupying.
In the dim light from the screen he could see his wife's hands busy caressing the boy's dick whilst Colin's hands were thrust inside the bodice of Marion's dress.
The film ended and when John snapped on the light on Linda saw a scene which made her gasp. Marion had Colin's prick in her hand while he had his hand up her skirt. Before she could object John joined her and said, "Look at your boy friend enjoying himself with my wife." Then as they watched the couple rose and began hurriedly to undress.
Linda called out, "Colin are you mad, what are you doing."
The boy now stark naked, his stiff throbbing prick sticking out in front of him surveyed Marion's curvaceous now nude body and replied, "I am going to fuck this woman, fuck her like you won't let me fuck you."
As if In a dream, Linda saw her boy friend throw himself on the woman, saw her hand grasp and guide his prick to the moist twat between her legs, heard her gasp of lustful pleasure as his prick rammed home. John who always derived considerable pleasure from seeing his horny wife fucked by someone else, watched as her body bucked and thrust wantonly on the boy's driving, fucking cock.
The couple fucked madly and they both reached their terrific climax together, leaving both gasping with pleasure.
As Colin pulled his limp prick from Marion's sperm-soaked cunt he looked across at John and said, "Your wife is a great fuck now I want to see you fuck my girl." Linda got to her feet but her legs collapsed and she screamed in terror as she saw the husband of the woman Colin had just fucked, stripping.
As he did so, Marion told Colin to hold Linda and she began to undress the terrified girl.
In spite of Linda's struggles they soon had her naked and Linda screamed as she saw the big prick that was going to rape her come into view. She was crying as Colin held her shoulders to the floor and Marion put a cushion under the girl's ass thus leaving her cunt easy for her husband to penetrate with his prick. The struggles ceased and the fight went out of Linda as John eagerly bent over the beautiful body of the prostrate teenager.
He showed no consideration for his victim for as his wife parted the girls cunt lips for him, he drove his prick hard and deep into her young tender cunt. The scream of agony from her lips told them that the prick had penetrated deep into her and with one great lunge John drove the remainder of his prick up her twat. His balls were now right against her cunt lips and Colin's prick had leapt up stiff and erect as he surveyed the delightful scene of this big prick buried in his so morally virtuous girl's cunt.
"Go on John fuck her," he yelled.
"Fuck her to pieces, make her appreciate what a real fucking is."
As he spoke the man began to lunge in and out, fucking slowly at first and feeling the tightness of her cunt gripping his prick as he did so. Colin and Marion watched excitedly, bending down to get a better view. As the speed of the fuck increased, low moans came from the girls lips. Then her cunt began to move with him as pleasure replaced the pain in the girl's body. Linda could not understand her feelings for she was being raped, yet was unable to control the urge to respond to this stranger's fucking.
"Look she is enjoying it," screamed Colin as he saw her twat thrusting up to meet his wild lunges.
Marion threw herself on the floor by Linda's side and cried, "Fuck me Colin." He was ready and willing to do so and side by side with Linda and John they fucked madly.
The girl screamed with pleasure as she felt her own climax erupt, then hot searing spunk was being shot into her, spattering against the deepest confines of her cunt as he came inside her. Slowly the four disentangled themselves, John helping Linda to the sofa and seating himself beside her.
Silently he poured out four generous glasses of whiskey handing one to each of the other three. Linda took the glass from him without a word, her hand trembling slightly. Colin who had gone to sit with Marion sneered across at the girl, "You seemed to enjoy that raping you just got from John."
Linda did not reply and he continued, "Well perhaps you will not be so fucking moral now that you have been raped twice."
Marion was trying hard to restore Colin's prick to its former stiffness by caressing it with great expertness While he fondled her big tits.
"Look at my cow of a wife trying to stiffen up your boy's cock so he can manage to give her another fucking. Want a smoke?" asked John offering the young girl his packet.
Linda selected one, lit it and with one hand holding her glass, the other her cigarette John decided to take advantage of her position and let one of his hands stray over and fondle her firm titties. He half expected her to push his hand away, but apart from inhaling deeply on her cig arette she made no motion. Her next actions however made him gasp in astonishment, for she drained her glass and put it down on the table then placed her smoldering cigarette between her lips thus leaving both her hands free. She then reached over with one hand and grabbed the hand John was not using and guided it to her still wet gash. She smiled at the man twenty years her senior as he probed her cunt with his forefinger experimentally.
Simultaneously she let her other hand rove over his body till she found his stiff prick and let her fingers close around his throbbing shaft.
Marion now having her cunt violently frigged by Colin said, "Look at that, Colin!" The boy turned around to view the spectacle of his girl friend, cigarette smoldering between her lips and with both her hands now stroking John's cock. Linda saw him watching her and smiled.
Marion said to Colin in a voice loud enough for all to hear, "How would you like me to amuse you next, do you want to fuck my cunt again, or would you rather bugger my asshole or happen you want me to suck your cock off for you?"
Colin said, "Oh, will you suck me off? I have always wanted that."
With a perverted smile Marion went on her knees before him, then without any hesitation clamped her mouth around his knob and began to suck like mad on his stiff prick. Colin was soon moaning and writhing in ecstasy at the wonderful feeling of being sucked off for the first time. Linda and John had stopped playing with each other and were watching the performance on the other couch.
"My wife loves cocksucking," commented John.
"What does she do when he comes?" whispered Linda her voice filled with desire and lust.
"She drinks it, actually swallows it just watch."
As he said this, Colin's body jerked in wild frenzy and they saw the cock kick and spurt in Marion's mouth. The swallowing sounds as she drank his offering left them in no doubt as to where the hot semen was going and it was with obvious relish she drained him dry. When she at last relinquished Colin's limp, spent prick from her lips it was plain she had enjoyed drinking his come for she was licking her lips rather like a cat does after drinking cream.
Marion poured herself a drink and lighted a smoke while Colin who had during the course of the evening now shot his load three time and drank a good deal relaxed exhausted. John's wife came over to where Linda and he sat now inactive.
"Well my husband likes being sucked off, are you going to do it for him or should I ?" she addressed the girl.
John got up from the sofa and Marion took his place beside the lovely girl. He stood before Linda his big prick sticking out like a stiff throbbing pole directly in line with the sixteen year old's virgin mouth. Slowly he moved nearer so that the heat of his throbbing prick could be felt by the girl and its purple dome-shaped knob was only a fraction of an inch away from her mouth.
"Go on girl, open your mouth and take it," encouraged Marion.
Linda's mouth opened with her lips setting in a large O shape as she lowered them on to the prick knob. John pushed forward slightly so that half his prick shoved inside her mouth.
"Now Linda suck it like a lollipop," urged Marion.
Linda's eyes closed as she began to suck on the shaft of male prick. To her amazement she found she enjoyed the act and her lips then tightened firmer around his dick as her head bobbed up and down. John then started to move his dong in a slow fucking action of her mouth while she sucked greedily on it. Marion thought how delightfully obscene this pretty young girl looked with her husband's prick in her mouth.
"Any minute now you are going to have your mouth invaded by my husband's hot sperm," whispered Marion, then added. "You must swallow it all."
Linda felt the cock stiffen in her mouth and tasted the first dribble of spunk as it erupted in her mouth. She glued her lips tighter around it and he forced his prick further in her mouth. Then sperm spurted into her mouth spattering against the back of her throat. Gallantly she began to swallow the hot sticky offering but could not prevent a little dribbling from her lips down on to her chin. Again and again his prick fed hot semen to her and greedily Linda gulped it down her throat. At last he had no more to offer and she let his limp prick slip from her mouth.
After this they all dressed, had a final drink and promised to come again the following week. Linda and Colin left in time to catch the last bus home. On the bus Colin asked Linda if she was glad she had gone to the Wade's house.
Linda smiled, "Yes and I promise in the future I will be a different girl when it comes to fucking and sucking!" Later as they walked home Linda asked Colin what he was doing the following evening.
"Oh it's the gang's party night so I will not be able to see you."
"Can't I go with you," she asked.
"No, it goes on all night and it's very wild," replied Colin.
"Well I will tell my parents I am staying with a friend. They wont bother me, for they give me a free hand."
So it was that the following night Colin waited in the cafe on the corner for Linda.
The door opened and a girl entered who at first he did not recognize as his girl friend Linda. She wore a tight fitting low cut red satin dress which showed off every curve of her young body. Her jet black hair hung loose about her shoulders. Black fishnet nylons and stiletto shoes adorned her legs and feet.
But the most startling change was in her face for normally sweet and devoid of make up it was now heavily plastered like Marion's with exotic paint. Long false eyelashes, eye shadow, mascara and her heavily painted lips, purple glistening nails made her look older and quite brazen. She sat beside him smiling as he recovered his breath.
"God you look marvelous," he said.
"Let's go then," she answered.
"I'll just get some smokes first."
Linda said, "Oh get me forty Chesterfields will you."
Colin said, "Did you say forty?"
She nodded, "It's an all night party so I'll need plenty."
CHAPTER TWO
They arrived at the boy's house where the party was to take place in the absence of his parents. It was secluded and set in its own large grounds. Once inside Colin introduced Linda to the other boys and girls.
She was greeted enthusiastically by the dozen or so youths present and quite coldly by the four other girls, none of whom could compare with her. Colin recognized them as the usual four bags that they all frigged on party nights and all the boys seemed to be devouring Linda with their eyes. The couple sat down and were at once joined by Mark,, a tall muscular twenty-year old who was leader of the gang.
Colin was scared of him and had no wish to cross him. "What can I get you two to drink?" he questioned his hot lust-filled eyes on Linda.
"Whatever you can offer will do," smiled Linda, adding, "as long as there's lots of it."
He brought over a bottle of brandy and filled three glasses. Then he asked if they would be staying the night and showed his pleasure when they said they would be. They talked pleasantly for an hour but Mark all the time was plying Linda with the strong liquor.
The party began to get wilder and the air grew heavily scented with smoke from the strange looking thin brown cigarettes most of them were smoking. Mark opened his case and offered Linda one of these. She hesitated and he said, "Try one I think you will enjoy them."
"They are reefers aren't they," the lovely girl asked.
"Yes," broke in Colin, "and I would advise you not to smoke one as you can become addicted to them like most of the people here." It was with pleasure that Colin saw Linda decide against having one and instead light one of her own Chesterfields. Mark left them obviously annoy ed at Colin's action and went over to the bar to join a group of the gang.
"How's it going, Mark, with the sex bomb! Do you think any of us will make her tonight?" one of them asked.
Mark said to Ben, a coloured youth, "Go am tell Colin I want to see him." Then he told an other lad to bring Helen.
Colin arrived back with Ben and looked nervously at the group.
Mark -eyed the boy coolly then said, "listen you have done very well in finding such a gorgeous piece of. ass as Linda but in the past like everyone else here you have shared our girl! and now you cannot stop us trying to fuck yours."
The other voices made sounds of their approval. Mark spoke next to Helen the plump girl who had joined them to help, "I want you to take care of Colin tonight whilst we do the same for his Linda, understand?"
Colin had no option but to agree. Linda stubbed out her cigarette and then saw Colin and Helen go and sit together across the other side of the room and felt anger at him for deserting her for that fat cow.
Mark came across and said, "Hello has your boy friend found someone else?"
Linda was a little drunk but still gulped at the drink he poured out. Mark sat beside her and slipped his arm around her shoulders.
"Never mind, a lovely girl like you will be able to get a man anytime."
"Can I try a reefer please?" asked Linda anxious to obtain some form of revenge against Colin.
At first she did not like it at all, but gradually the marijuana made her feel gay and lightheaded.
People were beginning to get very drunk and Linda herself was no exception for she now had difficulty seeing straight and her words were slurred when she spoke. Mark began to caress and fondle her tits openly through her thin dress. She could not see any of the other four girls at all and asked where they had gone.
"Well we have several bedrooms and I would guess that right now they are being fucked in them."
"How about you and me finding one," he asked Linda.
She thought of Colin and the fat blonde, yes she would show him.
"Alright," she agreed, "let's go."
As he guided her across the floor the others winked and nodded their approval. The bed was large and he helped her to undress. Then quickly followed suit himself. She had hardly time to prepare herself for him when he was between her parted thighs, his absolutely huge, solid prick forcing its way deep into her cunt. God, she thought this is the third man I have had up my twat, then she gave herself up to lust and his fucking pecker.
He was good and before he shot his load she herself had three wonderful orgasms.
"You are a marvelous fuck," he said, "now go and enjoy yourself with the others for a while and I will see you later."
Ten minutes later she emerged from the bedroom staggering a little and returned to the room to find now the other girls and boys all naked. A couple were fucking right on the floor and she recognized them as Colin and the fat blonde. Someone grabbed her arm and took her to a corner. It was the coloured boy Ben.
"Come on baby get undressed."
She did as he requested then turned in all her nude loveliness to him, and saw his big black prick was bigger than even John Wades. She reached out for it hungrily and then moaning softly spread-eagled herself on the floor in front of him. He buried his big dick-head in the young cunt lips and she struggled to impale herself more on his black prick.
"Go on," she murmured sensuously, "shove it all into me, all of it."
Gradually he forced it all into her, his enormous prick forcing and stretching the walls of her cunt apart till he was buried to the hilt. Then he began to fuck and she responded superbly moving her cunt with him. She began to do something she had never done, or dreamed she ever would do before.
She moaned. "Oh yes, fuck me go on fuck me to pieces with your big Mack prick."
She found that by mouthing the obscene words she got new perverted and licentious thrills. At last his burning sperm jetted into her and she collapsed in ecstasy. She got on the chair, her thighs wet and sticky, her gash soaking.
Mark came over and said, "Here Linda," and gave her another reefer.
She accepted a light and then blowing out the acrid smoke said, "Tell your friends that I am ready to entertain them in any way they like."
Mark smiled and returning to the group of naked men by the bar he pointed to the dark corner Where Linda was seated.
"Ben and I have both fucked the young girl Colin brought why don't some of you try your luck now. She's quite a lay!"
Colin was now very drunk and started to make a feeble protest, "Take it easy Mark, she's only sixteen you know."
Ben replied. "Well she's the best fuck I have ever had and she just loves it."
Ken, an ugly thickset youth of Colin's age said, "I'll go over and see if she fancies my prick up her."
"Mind if I come as well?" asked Terry. "No come on, she can suck one of us whilst the other fucks her."
The two youths went over to the very dark corner Linda was seated in. By the glow of her reefer they saw her pretty painted face, her firm young breasts and glistening thighs. Linda smiled a greeting at them. She stubbed out her reefer and said, "I am a little high and drunk."
"Yes, well how about letting me have some of that luscious pussy you have already let Mark and Ben have," asked Ken.
Linda -eyed his small, but erect prick and said, "OK, how do you want it." She actually meant in What position he wanted to have her in and was shocked when the youth replied, "Ever been buggered up your asshole?"
The girl said uncertainly, "Do you mean you want to fuck my asshole?"
"Of course, I prefer fucking girls' assholes and am quite good at it."
"No, please, I don't think I would like it," she said feebly as he sat down by her side.
"Of course you will. Here bend over the arm of this couch with your legs out and your asscheeks in the air," Ken instructed the naked girl.
Linda was grabbed by the two youths and though struggling was too weak to resist because of drink. Her virgin ass now was draped over the arm of the Chair and easily accessible. Linda felt the cheeks of her ass parted and Terry rubbed his fingers in the spunk on her cunt and began to lubricate her rosebud anus with it. Linda's body contracted as she felt his spunky finger force its way up her asshole.
She began to sob silently, then she felt the heat of the other boy's prick-head at the entrance to her anus. Even though his cock was quite small, it hurt terribly as he inch by inch drove it up into her tight bung-hole. Then he began to move inside her rectum and at first she was aware only of pain, humiliation and a terrible feeling of sickness inside her. It was several minutes before she began to experience a strange rather painful but distinct pleasure. Then her asshole began to move in unison with his pistoning prick, and Terry seeing this went round to where Linda's head lay across the other arm of the chair. He had quite a nice-sized prick and it was very stiff as a result of watching his buddy frigging this lovely girl's virgin anus.
"See it's not bad having your ass fucked after all is it. Here give me a nice blow-job while you wait for Ken to shoot his spunk in your little shitbox."
With that he stuck his prick in her face and aimed his cock-head at her lavishly painted lips. Linda with a moan sucked as much as she could into her mouth, then sucking madly on his thick dick began to bob her head up and down on it. Now she was feeling intense pleasure from the buggering she was getting, and the additional pleasure of a mouthful of cock was heavenly. To her surprise she herself felt her own flood gates of cunt-juice open even though her cunt was not being stimulated. Terry had never experienced anything like the sucking he was getting from this beautiful cocksucking teenager.
"I am coming Linda," he moaned.
Fascinated he watched the girl gulp his hot semen, greedily rolling it around her mouth tasting it first. She continued to suck till he was drained dry, then when he had just let his shrunken pecker fall from her lips she yelled in ecstasy as Ken shot his spunk into her rectum. It felt even better than having it up her cunt and she almost fainted with pleasure.
The boys left and Linda decided she needed a shit for he had stirred it up for her with his prick. Stiff and a trifle sore she found her way to the toilet.
Meanwhile Ken and Terry went back to the rest of the gang and Colin was in the act of pulling his prick out of the fat blonde's cunt having shot his load up her twat for the second time that night. He looked at the two youths, "Well did you give her a good time?"
Terry grinned, "She sucked me off, but boy what she did for Ken."
"What?" asked Colin mystified.
For reply, Ken pointed to his now limp prick on Which could clearly be seen brown stains of shit.
"Well she knows what it's like to be buggered now as well as fucked," Ken grinned.
At that moment Linda, staggering a little, returned to the room. She came towards the group of young men a perverted smile of drunken lust on her pretty painted face. Her body nude and desirable she made a picture of a complete wanton.
"Somebody give me a smoke and a drink please," she asked.
Willing hands provided both, then Mark a smirk on his face said, "Say boys what do you think of us getting rid of the other four broads and then we can all give Linda here the kind of a fucking good time she needs!" All seemed to agree-even Colin-and Linda only smiled.
Ten minutes later the other four girls had been unceremoniously ejected, and Linda was now the centre of the dozen youths' attention. She blew out a stream of smoke between her carmined lips and went with them into a bedroom.
"Get on the bed," said Colin, now as eager as the others to help in any way he could in debauching his lovely sixteen year old girl friend. For the remainder of the night Linda got the hot sperm of all the youths in her cunt, asshole, and throat and took it all gladly.
PART FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
Carter turned and looked at the lovely girl Who had accompanied old Slazier into the cellar. The old devil had been right, she looked a perfect angel and yet if what he had been told was true she was a vixen. She could not have been more than seventeen and yet she -eyed him with the appraising look of a mature woman.
She wore a beautiful cape in gleaming black polished India rubber Which her uncle was helping her to slip from her shapely but very slender shoulders. Beneath it she wore a hip-hugging sheath of a skirt in sheer black elasticized latex rubber. A gleaming metal zipper was visible at the side of the tight fitting waist and two smaller zippers gleamed down near the hem at each side. Carter realized these additional zippers were to draw the skirt in to hug the thighs and make a perfectly Clinging fit. A crisp White blouse covered the tits of this charming girl. When she turned with her back to him, Carter saw that the latex rubber skirt fitted her so well and was so figure hugging that the outline of her panties could be easily seen.
Apart from a mumbled word of greeting when they had first been introduced the girl had not said a word. Carter watched her uncle taking her blouse from her and then that wonderfully stimulating rubber skirt sheath and now the seventeen-year old girl stood near him clad only in her nylon stockings, a brief pair of rubber panties and a flimsy bra, the twin cups of Which were frilled and obviously pliable thin rubber.
From under the rubber panties the tethered Carter could see just a sly stray dark curled hair of her bush and as her uncle brought her nearer to him Carter saw how wonderfully well-developed she was for her age. The girl ran her cool hands over his shoulders and back, enjoying the feel of his nakedness.
"Feel him down the front as well if you want to." Slazier muttered to his excited niece. The cool hands moved round to the stomach of the heavily panting man. The muscles tightened at the soft caressing touch of the young girl's fingers.
She hesitated as her hands moved down his heaving stomach close to the start of his thickish jet black hairy bush near his cock and balls. It was the hand of Slazier on his niece's wrist that made the girl move her finger-tips into the fringe of the old fellow's bush hair. It was only natural that the dick that was so near began to jerk into a firmer stiffness until it reared like a thick shaft, extending club-like from his belly. He was hoping the soft warm hands would actually caress his cock, but it was not to be.
Slazier with a cruel laugh pulled the girl soon her fingers began to have an effect on his dong, the prick began to leap and jerk into some semblance of an erection again.
Slazier enjoyed watching his young and very pretty niece wanking this poor bruised prick until it was fully aroused and very hard again.
"There Carter you old rogue," Slazier was saying, "you loved being played with by a young teenager didn't you, and even if she did hurt your prick with the whip it was worth it, wasn't it to have her playing with it now, eh?"
Carter nodded, he felt exhausted but in some strange way stimulated as well. A tremour of sheer ecstasy went through him when he heard Slazier tell the girl to kneel down in front of the nice Mr. Carter and to continue to play with his big cock with both her hands. He was not prepared for what followed for Slazier now picked up the whip and standing a pace or so to the side and slightly to the rear of the tethered man he brought the cat down viciously across the asscheeks of the old fellow.
Carter gave a scream, partly from the pain and partly from the shock surprise of this attack. Two, three, four, five ... six ... times the whip rose and fell, Carter felt he could stand no more but then as the arm rose to prepare for the seventh pain-wracking blow a new sensation pervaded his aroused senses-at a sign from her uncle the girl had taken the fully erect knob of Carter's prick into her warm mouth and was sucking him off.
The seventh blow filled him with pain, but the sheer ecstasy of that warm sucking mouth engulfing his prick-head helped him to bear the pain. Uncle and niece had clearly planned what was to happen, for as the blows of the whip became harder so the warm suckling mouth worked more urgently to thrill the old man. The mixture of the pain and pleasure kept the now horny Carter fully aroused and aware of his pleasure. That lovely girl with mouth wide open, sucking as much of his cock down her throat as she could while her fingers toyed with his heavy balls made him able to take any amount of painful punishment from the lashes that scarred not only his asscheeks but the tops of the backs of his thighs as well.
Carter was not the only one getting pleasure, both Slazier and his corrupt young niece were enjoying every moment of the session. The girl loved to feel this thick, stubby cock jerk in her mouth every time the lash brought sudden pain to the old fellow. Carter had been frenched many times in his long life of lechery but this was the first time he had been sucked whilst undergoing physical violence. The pain of the lashes seemed to accentuate the pleasure of the pretty girl's mouth over his inflamed dick. Whatever pleasure he would normally have derived from having an attractive teenager suck him off was now far more intense and multiplied when it was accompanied with a severe flagellation of his naked body such as Slazier was giving him.
Never had he known his prick quite so firmly stiff and strong as this gentle tantalizing mouth kept it, and then the moment he had been waiting for drew nearer. He saw Slazier throw down away from the helpless tethered old man and handed her a wicked looking cat-o-nine-tails which consisted of nine strong leather thongs sprouting from a thick leather handle.
As soon as she took a firm hold on that instrument of cruel flagellation she stepped back again close to the helpless man. At a word of command from her uncle she took hold of the man's still very erect prick in her left hand and held her right arm high, ready to bring the lashes of the whip down across his body.
"Play with his cock a bit more dear," Slazier told her, "make his pecker nice and stiff, use that soft palm of yours my sweet girl before you use the Whip."
Soft moans of pleasure came from the old man Carter as the comparatively inexperienced handling of his dong thrilled him to the very core. His penis jerked and throbbed as it had not done for many years, that old devil Slazier was right-there was nothing like a young pretty girl and a whip to make an old man horny and sexy again.
The white fingers of the girl agitated the firm throbbing shaft of stiffening prick until her uncle told her that she had given enough of that sort of pleasure-she must use the whip now. Carter thought she would stand hack away from him and whip his naked asscheeks, the girl certainly stood a pace away from him but as soon as she raised her arm higher and took aim he saw that she was about to do a terrible thing to him.
"Stop her Slazier, stop her you swine," old Carter cried out, "she's aiming at my front, she'll hit my prick if she's not careful. She'll ... no ... no ... no ... NO ... EEEAAAWWWEEAAAOOO"
Slazier had no intention of stopping his sex-crazed young niece, he saw the gleam in her eyes as she brought the lashes down so that they struck and caressed around the thick shaft of the old man's firmly erected pecker As the scream died down, the old man closed his eyes and for a moment Slazier thought the pain may have been too much for him, he looked as if he might pass out.
The girl had no such qualms, the arm rose, the whip fell ... swisshhhh ... the slender lashes again brought acute shooting pains to the erect prick of the-old fellow. This second blow, causing such spasms of pain and a strange pleasure had the effect of bringing old Carter fully back, to his senses.
Another cruel blow, another and another, by the seventh rising and falling of that white slender arm holding the wicked whip the once proud cock of Carter was bruised and limp, the virile and manly upstandingness had been flogged out of it.
Fearing she might do him some real harm, Slazier took the whip from her, telling the horny and flushed young girl to try and make Mr. Carter's lovely prick nice and big again. Carter sighed and groaned as the warm soft hands went again to his lacerated and very sore cock, slowly she fondled the full shaft of his limp pecker. His groaning took on a more intense tone when very the whip, he heard the old fellow mutter. "Milk him right off now dear with your sweet mouth, milk him and swallow all his cock-juice, it will do you good."
The fingers of the girl drew the foreskin back even more so that it was painfully taut, the mouth now sucked avidly-so avidly in fact that twenty seconds was enough to have old Carter moaning and gasping in lustful ecstasy as his hot sperm was "milked" from him by that lovely teenager's mouth. That skillful mouth was not lifted from his cock until the last drain had been sucked from his balls up his shaft and into her throat.
Carter watched Slazier taking his niece from the cellar-never had he felt quite so satisfied, quite so wonderfully satisfied, even the best fuck he had ever had could not compare with the thrilling joy he had just experienced. A few minutes later Slazier returned alone to untie his bonds and to help him to dress ready for his departure from this house of lust.
But the rich old man assured Slazier he would be returning for another "beating and blow job" ... and real soon at that!
PART FIVE
CHAPTER ONE
The silence in the movie grew deeper as the screen lovers slowly ascended the staircase, gazing hungrily into each other's eyes. Halfway up they stopped and embraced passionately. With mouths open their faces came together violently, heads moving as lips and tongues met and searched. With their bodies writhing, the man's hands moved up her front to encompass her titties. One hand then moved to the opening of her blouse Where it began fumbling with the buttons. At the same time her right hand began stroking his prick, dropping lower and lower with each caress. Thus glued together they moved on up the stairs to the door of the bedroom, through it and towards the bed. As they went her blouse fell right open and the deep cleft between her fabulous tits appeared above the straining brassiere. The movement of their torsos had drawn her skirt up above the top of her stockings. By now her hand was making a circular motion on his prick. Feeling the back of her knees touch the bedside she let herself fall back, still grasping him....
As the scene faded out a long slow exhalation went up in the darkened hall. I began to realize that my mouth was dry, my breath rather short and, strangest of all, my cunt low in my seat, my nipples taut and my legs an unladylike foot apart. In all my fourteen years this was something I had never experienced before and my mind was in a turmoil. What did it all mean? I had watched people kiss each other before, but this was something totally different. Why were their mouths open as they kissed, and why was he so avid to fondle her tits? And what was her hand doing on the inside of his zipper? And why should seeing all this create such a funny feeling in my cunt?
Weakly I rose from my seat and made my way along the row past a dozen pairs of men's knees, each one of which seemed now to have become strangely charged with electricity, which transmitted itself into my legs and sent shivers up my thighs. For the first time in my life I was conscious of nylons against my limbs and the pressure of the garters holding them up. As I sauntered home my thoughts refused to move away from the scene I had been watching. Just What had happened in that bedroom?
When I got home my sister Nan, three years Older than me, was taking her coat off in the hall. Unaccountably I found myself taking stock of her, as with both arms raised, she primped her hair in front of the mirror. This movement thrust her tits out sharply and raised her skirt several inches. Fascinated, I caught sight of a small green leaf which had lodged itself in her stocking above the back of her knee. Without thinking I reached out to remove it.
"Oh!" said Nan, with a half smile on her lips. "I wonder how that got there? Wouldn't do for Pa to see it!"
Nan is a real stunner, with long slim legs, a slender waist and full heavy titties which were now straining against her white sweater. It was quite obvious to anyone that the garment was several sizes too small for her around the tits. By now Nan had become aware of my scrutiny. Looking me in the eyes she asked, "What's happened to you tonight? You look as if you just got fucked!"
"I've been to the pictures."
"What did you see?"
"That French film, 'When the cat's away'."
"Oh, I see," she said, and turned into the kitchen, relief on her face!
As I lay in bed that night sleep for once wouldn't come. Each time I stopped reading and closed my eyes my thoughts returned to the stairway and the two about-to-fuck figures, with stomachs pressed hard together and tongues and hands feeling. I knew by now that this way of kissing was something quite special. But that couldn't have been the end of their lovemaking. Again I pictured the swaying body with tits half-bared arching slowly backwards to the bed, drawing the man down, down.
I must know more. Casting the bedclothes aside I rose in my shortie nightie and moved on tiptoe to the door. There I listened. Faintly from Nan's room next door came the sounds of undressing. Silently I turned the knob and moved down the landing to her door which, to my surprise, wasn't fully closed. Very cautiously I peered through the tiny slit, and there was Nan standing before her dressing table mirror, again wearing the same enigmatic smile on her face. She'd stripped down to her panties and was cupping her breasts in her hands, gently lifting and letting them fall back, over and over voluptuously. Slowly, with her eyes still on the mirror, her hands dropped to the waist of her panties and began to lower the wispy garment until first, the dark triangle of hairs, and then the Whole of her cunt came into view. What happened next caused me to gulp; sinking down on the seat before the dressing-table she inclined the mirror so that it showed only the middle section of her body. With her breasts resting on her chest, she opened her legs and began gentle massaging her cunt.
Hearing a slight sound downstairs I swiftly fled to my door, closed it silently and leaned against it to allow my pulse to return to normal. Why was Nan caressing her cunt with so much relish? Would it be the same for me perhaps? With great caution I switched on the light and crossed to my own dressing table. Slipping off my shortie I gazed at my image in the mirror. Breasts almost as large as Nan's, high-slung and firm, pink part small but the nipple prominent. Tummy flat, navel deep and exciting, waist very narrow. Hairs a compact curling bush lining both sides of the long slit. Placing palms under my breasts as Nan had done I gently cupped them ... but felt nothing! Moving down to the cleft in my mound I began working my hand slowly back and fore as I'd seen her do ... but again there was no new sensation. Tense with frustration I threw myself on the bed. Why didn't I get the same-pleasure as Nan was so obviously enjoying? I resolved to find out by watching her closely and, if possible, overhearing anything that might pass between her and her friend Phyl, with whom she spent so much of her time in the evening.
My first opportunity came three nights later when Nan came in with Phyl for a cup of tea. When they went upstairs to wash their hands I stole up after them and stood listening at the bathroom door. But they were conversing in whispers and I could hear nothing until Nan, turning the knob and part-opening the door, said over her shoulder to Phyl, "He was up me before I could get properly organized!"
Phyl shrieked at this and, by great good luck, the sound of her laughter covered the noise I made in racing round the corner to my bedroom. What on earth did "up me" mean? More puzzled and shaken up inside than ever I realized I must hit on a quicker way of finding out, or it may be ages before I discovered what happens when a boy and girl kiss each other in the way the lovers had done, and what the thrilling expression "up me" signified.
When next Phyl came home with Nan they went up to Nan's bedroom and stayed there for half an hour. I pretended to read but my ears was all the time cocked to the sounds from above, muffled conspiratorial laughter Which set my imagination alight and gave me a great idea. In Nan's room there was a Victorian wardrobe large enough to stand in. I decided to make it my hidey hole on Phyl's next visit.
A week later my chance came. Before the two girls could leave the family I said I was going up to my room; but instead I slipped quietly into Nan's bedroom and concealed myself among the hanging clothes. I hadn't long to wait. Soon Nan and Phyl came in, closed the door carefully and sat on the bed. I could not see them because I'd taken care to close the cupboard door tightly in case of accidents. But I could hear quite a lot of what they were saying. Phyl sounded in a rather complaining mood.
"You get all the luck. What's the matter with me? No one wants to try anything on with me. At this rate I'll be a virgin forever!"
"There's nothing wrong with you at all, Phyl. You just haven't hit on the right man!"
"Oh yes, I have. But Jack's too shy, and I don't know enough."
"Then you'd better give him a bit of help, hadn't you?"
"I want to, but I don't know how to begin."
"Look," said Nan, "Mummy's expecting me to do the ironing for her tonight so we'll have to talk about this next time. Don't worry-I'll tell you how to get the most heavenly time with Jack-just as I do with Bill."
"Oh Nan, tell me just a weeny bit about what you and Bill did the first time you really let him ... "
"Alright, but only half a minute or Mummy'll be mad."
"Promise you'll tell me more later?"
"O.K." said Nan. "You know when we separated on the path among the trees that night we'd been to hear the Beatles ... ?"
"Yes-go on!"
"Well, Bill caught hold of my hand-'I've discovered a marvelous place' he said. 'But give me a kiss first!'"
"He took me in his arms and began opening my coat at the same time. I put my arms round his neck and started nibbling at his teeth with my tongue. This caused him to push his tongue right inside my mouth. And, shoving away at each other we went along the path. Soon he'd got his hand under my sweater and was trying to get his fingers beneath my bra. But it was too tight, and he began cursing under his breath. I was cute enough not to help him because I wanted to get him really hot, and I also wanted it to last as long as possible. His other hand then went under my skirt and up my leg. I was wearing very loose panties and this time there was nothing to stop him. Still stumbling along with lips and tongue glued together I could feel his fingers begin curling round my hairs and playing with my cunt. But he couldn't go all the way because...."
She stopped suddenly because there came a knock on the door which made them jump off the bed.
"Nan! I'm waiting for you to start on the ironing," said Mummy's voice. "Come along right away!"
"Oh God!" gasped Phyl. "Just when I was getting all steamed up!"
Nan's voice sounded a little breathless too as she cried.
"O.K. Mum. Be right With you!" To Phyl she whispered, "Tell you what. Leave your handbag behind and make an excuse to come back for it in about three quarters of an hour. I'll be finished by then."
And with that they went downstairs.
In the cupboard it was hot enough in all conscience, but What I'd just heard had sent my temperature soaring and my blood pounding through my veins. Once more my throat felt parched and I found my thighs had parted. There was a prickling sensation in my cunt (God what an innocent I was!)-and my nipples had stiffened and were pressing on the material of my bra. But what did it all mean? What was Bill doing, and Why did Nan want to prolong it? I must, I must know What happened afterwards and, hot though it was in the wardrobe, I wasn't going to risk leaving and not being able to get back in before the girls returned.
So the first thing boys wanted to do was get their hands on a girl's titties and cunt, was it? But Phyl's boy friend by all accounts, wasn't like this at all. Or was he ... ? except that he was afraid to risk it? How did a boy know it was safe to try? I tried to picture myself alone in a room with a boy. Would he come over to me, put one arm round me and the other inside my blouse and under my skirt? Would I like a boy to do that to me? I was beginning to think I would, very much indeed.
While all these pictures were passing before my mind's eye I must have been wishing for it all to come true there and then; for I suddenly realized that one of my hands was inside my blouse and the other down past the top of my panties stroking the hairs round my cunt. This time I was beginning to feel a lovely sensation. This was bliss indeed!
The time must have passed sooner than I thought possible, for Phyl's knock on the door startled me. Very soon I heard the steps of the two girls on the stairs and entering the room.
"Sh!" said Nan. "Madge is next door and it would never do for her to hear us would it?"
"No!" giggled Phyl. "She'd have a fit! But come on, you got me so excited that I couldn't get back here quick enough! You and Bill were going along the path ... and he had a hand up...."
"Not so loud!" hissed Nan; "You're getting me all hot too!"
Inside the wardrobe I was going almost frantic with the heat bearing down around and inside me. My one hand was no longer toying with my hairs but fingering the lips of my cunt, while the other was trying to get round to the fastening of my bra.
"It was funny," continued Nan. "We were not really walking at all. I was hanging round Bill's neck, with my feet barely touching the ground, While he was holding me up with one palm under my cunt, and the other round under neath my armpit with the fingers stretching along the side of my left tit. We were getting hot, breathing like a bull and a cow; although I tried not to show it. Soon Bill maneuvered me off the path and into a thick part of the wood where there was a small opening in a rocky slope.
"'In through here,' whispered Bill, and I bent down to crawl in. But as soon as I was on my knees I felt a warm hand on my ass, pretending to help push me in, but of course it was just an excuse to feel between my thighs!"
"Christ! What did you do?"
"I pretended I hadn't noticed, because the sensation was marvelous! I could feel his fingers working down between the cheeks of my ass and slyly pressing the lips of my cunt apart."
At this I heard the bed springs give a loud twang. I could imagine why. Phyl, whose voice sounded all hoarse, had fallen back on the bed as she gasped.
"Oh God! Why couldn't that have happened to me!"
But I was in no state to worry about Phyl. I could feel the perspiration running down the hollow of my throat and into the valley between my titties. My navel was quivering and for the first time I began to get a sensation of wetness! between my legs. I put my fingers at my cunt, I and they came away all sticky. What was happening inside me?
"I don't think you'd better hear any more," said Nan teasingly.
"Oh Nan, don't torture me," begged Phyl. "I must hear the rest."
"Alright," said Nan. "But it's getting me horny too. I may not be able to finish telling you."
"Never mind about that. Go on for Pete's sake!"
"Well, I found myself in a snug little cave. Bill, the cunning devil, must have been there preparing things because there were sacks and ferns on the floor, all laid out like a bed. He was quickly in after me and before I'd got used to the dim light I felt his hands on my shoulders pressing me down on to the ferns. Then his weight came on top of me and his mouth clamped on to mine. His tongue again began searching inside my mouth and mine went into his, until our saliva's were mingling together. My arms were round his neck and one of his hands crept back under my sweater. My tits felt as though they were bursting inside my bra; but in a moment Bill's land was round at the back and the fastening came undone. Off it came, and my tits bounced out on to his hand. My nipples were standing out like switches as his fingers squeezed from one to the other.
She broke off suddenly and, with a mischievous note in her voice, asked.
"Why are you opening your blouse, Phyl?"
"I want you to feel my tits just like Bill felt yours!"
"O.K., but don't make a noise. Remember Madge next door. And don't forget it's not the same with another girl doing it. A man's hands crawling over your bare flesh is ... oooooH!"
"Go on!" begged Phyl. "I can't wait to hear What happened next!"
Inside my hideout I was finding it harder and harder to keep still. My ass seemed to want to move backwards and forwards of their own volition, pushing, withdrawing, lunging back and forth ... why, I had no idea. My hair had come down over my face and with my tits half out I must have looked a sight. What if one of my boy classmates could see me now!
But Nan had begun talking again.
"While he was playing with my tits and getting me horny I could feel one knee insistently pressing down between my legs, pulling them slowly apart. Again I pretended not to realize what was going on but kissed him back more and more passionately. Before long my thighs were wide open and his legs and the lower part of his body firmly wedged between them. In all this scuffle my skirt had got worked right up to my neck!-and there was only my thin nylon panties between me and heaven! I could feel a hard, straight, thick prick beginning to rub tantalizingly against my cunt, my legs began to spread themselves wider and my knees started to bend to bring my heels back under me. I felt his hand take hold of the top of my panties and lower them down over my ass-I lifted it a tiny bit off the ferns without making it obvious I was helping, down my thighs, over my knees and quickly over one foot. One of my shoes came off with my panties as I felt the cool air blowing round my cunt and tits.
"Would you like to see how it looked?" Nan broke off, provocatively. '
"Yes ... yes ... get my panties off quick and fed my cunt, how wet it is!"
And as Nan did so I again fingered my own cunt and felt the sticky juice trickling out.
"What then?" begged Phyl.
"Then a marvelous thing happened. One of Bill's hands took hold of mine and guided it straight down to where the enormous prick was pressing and rubbing against my bare cunt. Once more I took on I didn't realize what he was up to, and let him lead me on-it's much more thrilling like that! He put my fingers on each front button of his fly, one by one, willing me to get them open. When the were all unfastened he pushed my hand right inside until my fingers closed round the stiff thick prick. This gave me a terrific thrill. It felt so big and strong. The great head on the top of his prick throbbed in my grasp and gently I began to move my hand back and fore along its length. The loose skin went up and down it smoothly. Bill's kissing got wilder and more demanding. Wrenching his tongue out of the depths of my mouth he moved it down my throat and on to my right tit ... then he began to suck one nipple, then the other!"
Nan stopped. Phyl was breathing very hard. Though I couldn't see her I could imagine how she looked, spread-eagled on the bed, with her breasts bared and Nan's hand busy massaging her cunt. My own condition was getting desperate. I daren't breathe almost, in case I gave myself away. The itch between my legs grew worse as my tits became more distended and painful. Nan, too, seemed to be In difficulty, for she didn't go on.
"What did he do then?" demanded Phyl. There was no reply, only the sound of labored breathing.
"Did he come?"
"Yes."
"Inside you?"
"No!"
"Where then? You must tell me!"
"On my belly!"
Just then footsteps began coming up the stairs. I could hear Phyl jumping off the bed and the sound of clothes being frantically rearranged.
"Time to go to bed!" called Mummy. "You are late, Phyl, your mother will be wondering where you are."
Phyl said nothing, but Nan, who by now appeared to-have recovered her composure, answered, "Coming, mum."
Soon the room was empty, allowing me to slip back quietly into mine, with my brain in a whirl and my cunt trembling with a passion I hadn't dreamed existed within me. The scene inside the little cave was so vivid; Nan lying on the bed of fern her titties completely bare, her legs wide apart with her knees up, her hand manipulating Bill's prick as it rubbed against her cunt, and his lips fastened on to her huge nipples.
But how had it all ended? What did Phyl mean by "Did he come?" And what was "on my belly, not inside?"
Utterly exhausted I fell asleep, to dream of a giant lowering himself onto me with a huge prick sticking straight up out" of his loincloth.
But the dream ended at that point and I woke up, only to see the whole thing over again. Dare I ask Nan what had happened? No-that would show I'd been eavesdropping and she would never forgive me. I must wait until Phyl came again, as I was now certain she would, to ask Nan how she could give her Jack the right sort of encouragement.
This time I had to wait much longer because Phyl had gone away to visit relatives. Meanwhile my mind remained full of pictures of the cave. What kind of a boy was Bill ? Was he like any of those in my class? I began to consider each one critically. George was always eyeing me; but he was a couple of inches shorter than I. Tom looked too sheepish. Peter was nice but he was booked-Marilyn never let him out of her sight. Suddenly I thought of Derek, who only joined our small group for Art class. He was two years ahead of me in school and a strapping lad, with big, powerful shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, an attractive grin, and great hairy hands and forearms. All the girl's eyes followed him, and he knew it.
I wanted to find out more about him, so I went to pump Marilyn, the acknowledged authority on boys.
"Are you going to take Art again next year, Marilyn?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so. I'm not really good at it."
"Then there'll be only one or two of our lot left in the class."
"Tom says he's carrying on with it and I heard Derek say he wants to do another year."
"What's he like? Derek I mean. A bit stuck up is he?"
"Oh, I don't know. Of course the girls run after him-come to that I wouldn't mind bumping into him on a dark night myself-and they say there's a married women gets him to fuck her every time her husband's away-he's a commercial traveller by all accounts."
"So he's what you'd call experienced, is he?"
"You can bet your sweet life he is. Peter says he can twist girls round his little finger. But I've got enough on my hands as it is, with Peter very passionate, you know!"
So that was Derek's reputation, was it? It sounded fine to me! But first I wanted to see what the next Art lesson might bring. There were only eight of us in the class. When I reached the door I saw Derek was sitting in the last desk but one in the outside row. The back seat in the next row to it was empty and I made my way to it, careful not to look in Derek's direction as I passed. I thought I felt his eyes on me but I couldn't be sure. From my desk I could study him closely without his being aware of it unless he deliberately turned round. His shock of black hair hung thickly down the back of his fine head, and over the top of his open collar I could see a thick tuft of hair sprouting. His legs were long and powerful, and when he got up to fetch a book my eyes rose to his flat stomach and straight back. Suddenly my dream returned to me vividly, and there in my mind's eye was the giant descending on me with the huge prick protruding from his loincloth. Involuntarily my eyes dropped to Derek's trouser front and there, unmistakably, was the outline of the prick that Nan had taken in her hand and stroked up and down in the cave.
As he returned to his desk he looked directly at me and a slow smile came to his lips. I was transfixed. Had he noticed the direction of my gaze? Lowering my head I went on drawing, but When I looked up again I found him half turned towards me. That he was watching me out of the corner of his eye was for sure. But I didn't know what my next move should be. Better let him go on looking and pretend I hadn't noticed. After all, I had nice legs and he has having a good view of them under my desk. My auburn hair was thick and well groomed. Nan had once called my eyes 'bedroom' ones, but I wasn't very sure what that meant. I wished he could have been looking at me when I had something more fetching than a uniform on, with its shapeless front and floppy, gaping armholes.
When the lesson ended I hurried straight back to my homeroom and didn't see Derek again till two evenings later when, to my surprise, he turned up at the rehearsal of the school play.
"Hullo Derek," said George, "Come to look for a part?"
"Don't know," replied Derek, "Thought I'd come to take a look first."
I didn't dare glance at him but all through the rehearsal my mind was occupied with the question of whether he'd come because of a sudden interest in acting or because he'd found out I was in the cast. When the reading was over I left quickly and made my way along a footpath skirting a thick wood, which gave me a much shorter walk home than going along the road. I had just crossed the stile a quarter of a mile from the school gate when I heard footsteps coming up from behind. I knew in my bones it was Derek but I didn't turn my head though my knees were shaking. Soon he was at my shoulder.
"In a tearing hurry, aren't you?"
His voice sounded like a marvelous crisp, deep organ note. What an actor he'd make, I thought. But I had to pull myself together and pretend I was quite used to boys' trying to take me home.
"I just thought I'd come past the woods tonight. It's so quiet and the trees are so lovely."
Derek paused. "Often come this way?"
"Sometimes," I replied offhandedly.
"Watch out!" he said playfully. "There might be a big bad wolf in the forest!"
"There aren't any wolves, silly!" said I, matching his bantering tone.
"Oh yes, there are. Ones with two legs, who carry pretty young girls off their lair to...."
"To What?" I ventured, with far less assurance than I really felt.
"Oh, to a life worse than death!" he replied flippantly.
"And what sort of a life is that?"
"A very interesting one. You should try it sometime!"
"But I wouldn't know how."
"Perhaps you'll let me teach you!"
With that he took a step nearer to me un til his arm was brushing against my side.
"This is much too fast" I thought, "I don't know how to go on from here."
So, drawing a little away, but without giving him any reason to think I was brushing him off, I walked firmly on. Several times more his arm brushed mine, and once I distinctly felt his hand swing against my skirt, touching my thigh in what might have been an accidental movement, but which might, on the other hand, have been very carefully timed. Whatever it was, its effect on me was extraordinary. I almost stumbled, my breath caught in my throat and I began trembling inwardly. But Derek seemed to notice nothing, for he chatted gaily on, about drawing, about the play, and about our mutual acquaintances, until we reached home.
"See you in Art tomorrow," he cried as he waved goodbye at the gate.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough for me. But I was too innocent to know what to do. By now I was certain what I wanted. My body craved for the caresses of a man's hands, in all the intimacy which Nan enjoyed with Bill. I decided that whatever I did to make Derek think I wasn't interested must be made to appear accidental, just as the motion of his hand against my leg had done.
Next day I made sure not to get to the Art room too soon. Derek was in the same desk and I made straight for the back row, giving him what I hoped was a fairly sexy smile as I passed. Was I imagining things, or had his desk been turned a little more at an angle? He was more full face to me than he'd been the day before, and when the teacher made a joke he turned fully round to me and grinned conspiratorially. His teeth were beautifully white and regular, I noted. I returned his grin and applied myself to my drawing again. But a thought had come into my head. From his position Derek could look at my ass without showing to anyone else that he was doing so. I was wearing the same uniform, the one with the extra big arm holes; if I leaned forward, drew my tummy right in and rested on my elbows, the outline of my tits against my thin summer blouse should be quite visible to anyone looking carefully. Cautiously I did this and watched from the corner of my eye. It worked! Derek's eyes fell at once to the opening and a glint came into them. At the same time he moved uneasily in his seat and stretched his legs; but try as I would I couldn't spot any other effects. Then another naughty thought sprang to my mind. Letting my hand fall casually onto my lap I got my skirt to ride up three or four inches. Instinct had warned me that morning to wear my best nylons, and again I sensed Derek's eyes darting to the right spot. This time he moved more positively in his seat and took a deep breath. This threw his massive chest out and raised his tummy; and there, I was positive, I could see the effect on his prick. But the moment instantly passed, for the teacher called on me to answer a question. I mumbled something quite ridiculous, and this caused the teacher to ask whether I was feeling quite alright.
Nothing more happened for three days. By now I knew I, too, had power over boys. The next thing was to find out all the rest. What had happened between Nan and Bill after he'd half stripped her and got her to grasp his prick? The answer came that night when Phyl returned as usual with Nan. Acting on my hunch that they were going to get into a huddle again, I slipped off my shoes and got into the huge wardrobe.
"I've got to know the end of what happened with you and Bill," said Phyl. "And you must tell me how I can get Dick to make love to me like that!"
"Oh that?" said Nan airily. "I've been out with him twice since then."
"Did you do the same thing?"
"You bet we did-and more!"
"Tell me quickly then!"
"Well we went to the cave again. We wasted no time but fell on to the bed of ferns, Bill on top of me with my knees spread wide apart. He pulled my skirt off and pushed my sweater up round my neck. I raised my ass so that he could get my panties off, while I tore at the buttons of his trousers to get my hand round his prick. This seemed bigger and throbbier than ever, and the feeling it gave me when I moved the skin back and fore over his hot prick-head was too lovely for words! His teeth were gently biting at one of my nipples. By now I was getting mad for hot prick. My cunt was wet and wide open, but his trousers had to come off first. I undid his belt and pushed them down over his hips. He wasn't wearing pants so I lifted his shirt up-and there was his huge prick, and two massive balls hanging down! With our mouths glued together I guided his prick to my cunt. One great thrust and he was in! I felt my wet lips stretch to make room for it ... "
Phyl couldn't contain herself any longer. She seemed obsessed with this strange business of 'coming.'
"But did he come?" she burst out.
"Yes."
"Did you come?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Where did her come?"
"In my pubic hair! It was marvelous!"
"Oh Nan, I must get Dick to do this to me. Tell me how."
"Let me thing."
Silence fell on the room, and I held my breath, terrified they should hear me. What could this wonderful thing 'coming' be? Phyl knew, and was dying for it. I didn't know, but by now I wanted it more than anything else in the world. My tits and cunt were aching for a man's hands-I knew now it had to be Derek's-to begin feeling and probing all over my eager body.
Nan broke into my reverie:
"Look, mum and dad are going out on Thursday night so Why don't you bring Dick here? I'll make some excuse I have to go and see someone, and I'll stay away for an hour. If you haven't managed to get Dick to fuck you by then there's something wrong with both of you!"
(Fuck? Was that what 'coming' meant? Was that what Bill was doing when he shoved his great big thing-'prick' Nan called it-into her open cunt?)
"But what about Madge? Won't she be here?"
"Oh, I'll tell her she needs a hair-do, and give her money to go and get it done. That'll keep her out of the way for more than an hour!"
"Oh! Will it indeed?" I thought. "We'll see about that."
"Now this is what I suggest," went on Nan. "Stand up and let's have a look at you. Hmm. Yes, to begin with, that sloppy sweater's no good. What size are you?"
"Thirty-seven."
"An inch smaller than me!" I thought with satisfaction.
"We'll buy you a new sweater, size 5. Now take it off. Yes-and your bra. My goodness your tits are lovely. They bounce up and down as if they're on springs ... tell you what don't wear a bra at all that night. I've got an old sweater here I used to wear when I was 14 ... Here try it on. That's right-it's miles too tight for you-but you see what it does ? Look in the mirror. It throws your tits out and you can see the outline of the nipples against it. That should drive Dick out of his mind to start with ... now take your skirt off ... hm ... those panties aren't fetching enough. We'll get you a pair of black transparent ones, and a black suspender belt to match. Your best nylons and those high heeled new shoes you've got-that should just about do the trick."
"But what must I do when you've gone out?" asked Phyl.
"Oh, there's the couch-and there's my bedroom-: can't you feel faint or something, and want to get your shoes off ... ?"
"Ah! I'm beginning to get the idea," said Phyl, delighted. "But when he's ready to go up me, what then?"
"Ask him if he's brought the necessary with him."
"The necessary? What's that?"
"A rubber. It's a sheath which he fits over his prick. When he comes it will all stay in the sheath instead of going up you. You don't want to have a kid, do you?"
"God, no! But how does Bill come on your belly then?"
"That's one thing you'll soon learn or he will, rather. But don't let him come too soon. Try to get him to hold it until you've come first!"
"Won't it hurt? That big thing going up me ... ?"
"It'll hurt a weeny bit at first because your cunt'll be tight and because he's got to break your hymen-your cherry. But it won't last long, and when you both start pushing up and down, and in and out against each other it's the most wonderful thing in the world. And then, when you come ... it's just heaven. Have I told you enough? Do you think you can pull it off?"
"I'm going to have a hell of a good try! If I haven't been fucked before Friday morning it won't be my fault! I wonder whether Dick's cock is huge like Bill's ... ?"
Nan laughed.
"I've a feeling you won't be disappointed once it's stuck inside you fucking away!"
"God! I can't wait! I'll be round with Dick at seven. I'll get the sweater and black panties and suspender belt tomorrow."
"One other thing I almost forgot," said Nan, "put a towel under you-we don't want come all over the bed!"
So that's what fucking was! But I still didn't really know what happened when boys and girls 'come'; and this I was determined to find out before going any further with my designs on Derek. I could easily pretend to go for my hairdo and sneak back in through the kitchen, making an excuse to Nan afterwards that the hairdresser couldn't take me until the following day. But this I wanted to see! There was nowhere downstairs I could hide and still see everything. Would she go up to Nan's bedroom and persuade Dick to come up to her? I hoped so! This time I'd leave the wardrode door very slightly ajar and hold it in position with a strong piece of black cotton so that it couldn't fly open.
My plans worked perfectly. By ten to seven on the Thursday evening I stole back in the house and inside the wardrobe. The door was open just enough to give me a view of the whole of the bed five feet away. There was a knock on the door, and I heard Nan's voice welcoming Phyl and Dick ... a lot more talk which I tried impatiently to keep dead still and listen. By and by Nan called, "Be good!" in that husky tone of hers, and the sound of the front door closing ... Another long wait, some talk much silence ... more talk, much more subdued now ... At last Phyl's high heels came tapping along the passage. The bedroom door opened and in she came. In front of the mirror she pulled her sweater tight down until her tits were sharply etched against the wool. Raising her skirt she adjusted her nylons, the black straps of her garters gleaming against the white of her thighs. In one of the drawers she found a towel and, spreading it carefully on the bed, she lay down and waited. Faintly I could hear Dick moving about downstairs. Presently Phyl called out, "Dick, can you come here for a minute?"
"Sure, Phyl," came his reply; and up the stairs he came two at a time.
As he came through the door he stopped dead. His eyes were riveted on Phyl, Who lay with her hands clasped under her head and her legs slightly apart. The stretch of her arms had caused her sweater to ride up and an inch or two of bare tummy was showing. The under part of her skirt had got into a fold and a stretch of nylon clad thigh was clearly Visible. Dick was rooted to the spot, speechless.
"Dick," said Phyl in a small voice. "My feet are hurting me in these new shoes. Be an angel and take them off for me."
Slowly, as if in a dream, Dick moved to the bed and sat on it. With Phyl looking sexily straight Into his eyes he grasped one slim leg behind the ankle and raised it. This action, I could see quite clearly, lifted her skirt to reveal another six inches of her thigh, and the black garters beyond. Dick's hands Were shaking as he took the shoe off.
"Thanks, Dick. Now the other," said Phyl dreamily.
Dick now clasped the other leg, this time by the calf, gently removing the other Shoe. She clasped her freed ankles around his hand.
"Now my stockings, please!"
I looked at the bulge in his trousers. It was immense! Oh, if I could only see that big, massive prick with my own eyes!
I could see his hands tremble as she lifted her slip to reveal the garter belt holding up the stockings through the black, transparent panties.
He carefully unclipped the garters and gently roiled down her stockings revealing the whiteness of her thighs and legs. He gently caressed her legs after he had taken off the stockings.
"Now, my panties, please!" she said crisply.
I could see the bulge in his pants getting larger. Why must I be deprived? Why can't I see that prick-and now!
Carefully, as if he might hurt her, he slowly took off her panties. I saw her raise her voluptuous ass so as to assist him. I could see, she could hardly wait for the big prick!
He got the panties down half-way on her legs when he stopped to look at her luscious cunt topped off with the black, silky pubic hair. I heard him pant, then saw him put his hand into those enticing hairs.
She moaned as his fingers entered her cuntlips. And with a jerk of her cunt, she cried, "I want your prick-YOUR PRICK-and now!"
He pulled off her panties and reveled in her cunt-beauty. Slowly, then, he started to undress.
First, his jacket was thrown aside then off came his shirt, undershirt and then, gloriously, he unzipped his trousers and the huge prick stuck out farther than ever. I felt my cunt jerk and become very wet. At last, I was going to see "Ye God prick."
"Take off your shorts, darling, I want to see all of you!"
With that, he ripped off the white shorts revealing the most massive, huge prick that ever was. Phyl moaned at this sight and her ass began to pump up and down, anticipating how the prick would feel inside her cunt.
He had on only his shoes at this point and soon the elastic topped shoes were kicked off.
Nothing now separated bare flesh from bare flesh, and seconds passed as they sucked desperately at each other's lips and strained hard, cunt to prick. Now I could see Dick's prick-the rhyme made me giggle-quite clearly as it slid through the hairs of her cunt. It looked like an immense, battering ram.
"Surely he'll never get that prick into her," I thought.
The prickhead fascinated me. It was red and inflamed, as if ready to explode at any moment. Tearing her mouth away and raising her head a little, Phyl looked down at her cunt. She gave a gasp as she saw the monstrous prick nudging against her cunt. But seeing it only seemed to inflame her still more. Opening her thighs to their widest extent she took Dick's cock in her hand and guided it to the moist opening. Then r she closed her eyes and whispered, "Have you brought a rubber?"
"No," he whispered back.
"Then you mustn't go inside me!"
"Don't worry," he gasped. "I'll pull it out in time!"
Phyl was too far gone to argue. Her knees were clasping Dick round his naked waist, her feet resting on his buttocks. Her arms were tight around his neck, her open mouth meeting his, With their tongues exploring incessantly. Her titties were being squashed as their wrestling became more and more impassioned. Dick's cock had managed to open the cunt-lips a little and part of the scarlet was already out of sight. Harder and harder they strove against each other, their breath coming in short gasps, their bodies covered in sweat which ran down on to the towel. Slowly the huge prickhead sank out of sight as Phyl's cunt was forced wider open. Suddenly a trickle of blood began to flow between her vagina and his steaming prick.
"Oh God!" she cried. "It's hurting me ... but don't stop Dick! Fuck me harder!"
Dick needed no more encouragement. With one tremendous thrust his prick sank deep into her. Phyl gave a strangled cry and stopped moving. For a long moment they lay quite still, she impaled upon his great prick, both gasping. Then, slowly, Dick began wriggling in her again. This time she responded by raising her ass off the bed with each thrust. Timing their movements better now, they fell into a deep rhythm.
"It's not hurting now, Dick. I'm beginning to feel funny things inside me. My tummy's coming up to my throat ... Oh! lovely ... lovely ... there's something bursting inside me ... God! It's marvelous!"
Hearing this Dick's thrust became more savage and bull-like I could see the arteries in his neck pounding away as his prick slid in and out of her cunt, ever more smoothly and deeply with each fuck-stroke. Phyl was far gone by now. Her fingernails were clawing at his shoulders as she writhed under him. Suddenly she gave a strangled gasp, flopped back on the bed, relaxing her knee grip as she did so, and lay quite still with her eyes closed. Almost immediately afterwards Dick lunged outwards and up, drawing his prick out with a great "glug." Her hand instinctively grasped it as if to return it to its rightful hole, When Dick's thighs began to twitch backwards and forwards. Her eyes were now wide open as she looked down. Without warning a great spurt of milky sperm shot out on to her belly. With a cry of delight she jerked his prick harder as more sperm flew out on to her navel and began sliding down her tummy on to the towel. Soon the last drop was squeezed out and Dick sank over on to the bed at her side.
"Oh, Phyl!" he gasped, "That's the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me!"
"Me too," said Phyl. "But look-there's cunt-juice on the towel!"
"Yes, your virginity's gone forever!"
"I'm glad! I was getting tired of it-it was causing too much trouble. It didn't hurt much after all, and when I came I thought I could hear hundreds of violins playing ... look! my titties are soft now!"
"But I can make the nipples stand up again!" said Dick, "Like this!"
"Oh Dick, can we do it again?"
"Sure. But we better not start now. They'll be back soon and we must be out of the house before they get here. Can you come out tomorrow night?"
"Yes, I know a little place we can go to. But Dick, will you bring a rubber with you?"
"Sure. I'll bring the rubber. Quick, let me kiss those lovely tits again!"
"Hurry Dick, or I'll be getting all hot again. I've got to wipe all this sperm off my tummy and the bed."
"Pity it had to go there! It's a waste of good sperm-much better to have it up you!"
"Oh Dick, I want that more than anything! Here, let me hold your prick In my hand once more. Oh God! Look at what's happening to it! It's going hard again! Must we go so soon ?"
"Yes, we must or we'll be caught. Have you wiped it all away? O.K., let me put your panties on. And now pull your sweater down! Christ! You mustn't go out wearing that without a coat or they'll arrest you for indecency. Your tits will distract every driver's eyes and there'll be the most god-almighty crashes!"
"Oh, do you think so Dick? How exciting! I'll wear it only for you. Do you like me without a bra?"
"Marvelous! When I saw your tits bouncing up and down in the parlor I nearly threw you on the couch and fucked you there and then!"
"Why didn't you, Dick?" asked Phyl tantalizingly.
"Perhaps next time I'll do that you witch," he said, as clinging together they went through the door and down.
CHAPTER TWO
In a dream I let myself out of the wardrobe and out, for I mustn't be in the house when Nan returned. This was hard to bear because my body cried out to be allowed to lie naked on my bed while my thoughts wandered erotically. But as I walked along the road I had time to cool down and think it all over. Now I knew everything. I knew what fucking meant and what 'coming' was, and to my mind it was one of the most wonderful things in the world. I simply had to make it come true for me. My thoughts flew to Derek. How could I get him to do to me all the delicious things Dick had just done to Phyl? Could I manage to inflame his passion to the point where I could make him fuck me-and as often as I wished? The first thing to decide was where. I wouldn't be able to find any good reason for getting him into the house at a time when everyone else was out. Where else would be safe? Aha the hut in the wood which no one never went near; that was just the place.
The next day, Saturday, I went along the path and turned into the wood. The track to the hut had become almost overgrown and several times I had to disentangle myself from brambles which obstructed it. The only door was still hanging properly, and could be secured with a wooden bar from inside. There were two small rooms separated by a rough wall of thin planks with spaces between some of them. In the inner compartment was a pile of sacks. These I sorted out, shook free of dust and rearranged comfortably. In this part, too, was a rather high wooden bench about six feet long; I sat on it and found it quite firm. Going back into the outer room I turned to the partition. This had possibilities, for in one place there was a gap of half an inch. Peering through the gap I found I could see part of the inner compartment. Returning again, I moved first the bench, then the sacks so that they were directly in front of the crack.
So far, so good. The next thing was to choose the right time. Immediately after school was no use because our parents would be expecting us too soon to allow for things to happen. Ah! The play rehearsals! Next week there was to be a full dress rehearsal, and that should give plenty of margin, without any questions being asked. But would Derek be there? I had to try to fan his interest in me; so I decided to stoke the fires a bit more during the next Art lesson. Making the excuse that my uniform needed to go to the cleaners I wore one that had become too short for me. In this one the arm holes were even roomier than in the other. Under it I wore my best white silk blouse, not transparent, but very clinging, and no bra. Turning the mirror to one side I leaned on the dressing table, resting on my el bows. As I'd hoped the uniform gaped right forward, so that the outline of the whole of my tits was moulded against the silk. As I imagined Derek glancing surreptitiously at my huge tits, my nipples began to harden.
Off I went to school, conscious as I strode along of many raised eyebrows at the extreme brevity of my skirt which, to tell the truth, barely covered the hems of my stockings. Art lesson seemed to be ages in coming round, but when I entered the room and saw Derek in his usual place my heart missed several beats and my throat began to get dry. Had I got the nerve to go through with it, I wondered? But on looking up and finding his eyes on me quizzically, boldly moving down my front to my abbreviated skirt, I didn't flinch. With a brief smile I sat in my usual place. Derek's desk, I noticed, was quite definitely angled toward me more than before, so that I was sure he could see everything out of the corner of his eye without anyone noticing. Managing somehow to prevent the blushes from rising to my cheeks, I stretched my legs out as far as I could in front of me. I knew this had the effect of bringing my inadequate skirt well up over my thighs; but because it all happened out of my direct line of sight under the desk I could pretend I didn't know how much I was showing.
"Can he see the hems of my stockings and the garter?" I wondered. "Or can he see higher, a strip of snow-white thigh perhaps?"
However much it may have been, Derek had not failed to notice what was being spread out so invitingly before him. He was having a lot of trouble in keeping his eyes to the front, and his chest was becoming agitated. Every few seconds his eyes would dart towards my legs, which I now parted very slightly so that the inside of the other thigh came into view as well. Deep in thought my head came to rest on my hands as my elbows leaned on the desk. A cool draft of air from the open window gently blew under my armpit, cooling the sweat which in the last few minutes had begun to pour out of my body, to mould my silk blouse round my tits. Signs of disturbance in Derek now became more pronounced and I began to worry that someone might notice. So, very carefully, as if unbeknown to myself, I leaned back upright again, brought my knees together and mechanically tugged down the front of my skirt, as all girls do without conscious thought. Gradually Derek's breathing returned to normal and the rest of the lesson passed uneventfully.
Had I done enough to make him determined to fuck me? Anyway, there wasn't much more I could do, for the dress rehearsal was only two days off. In a fever of impatience I counted the hours dragging by. The play was set in the 18th century and the costumes were splendid and rather daring for a school production. My own was made of silk brocade, with a tight very low-cut bodice Which thrust my titties up so high that I had to be careful the nipples didn't show. All through the performance I could feel Derek's eyes boring into me, moving back and fore from my tits to my legs; they followed me around the stage whenever I moved. I now knew for sure he was thoroughly hot for me. Absolutely confident by now, I went to the dressing room without even looking at him, and took a long, long time changing back into my silk blouse and short uniform-the ones I'd worn in the Art class a day or two earlier-but still keeping on the highheeled shoes I had to wear for my part in the play. Making sure my nylons were drawn up tight and straight, and leaving the top two buttons of my blouse unfastened, I sauntered out. There was not a soul in sight and for a moment I experienced a sickening shock of disappointment. Derek had grown tired of waiting and left! But no, thank goodness, there he was, lying in wait at the corner of the building.
I smiled to myself. "You may think you're the hunter, my boy-but you're wrong! I'm the huntress chaste and fair who's going to give you a chase this evening that you'll never forget!"
"Hullo, Madge," he greeted me. "I waited to tell you I thought you were marvelous in the part."
(Fibber! I thought. I know damn well why you waited and what you're after!)
Aloud I said, "Thanks Derek. You shouldn't have stayed on."
"I wanted to see you safely home, too."
"Why, is the big bad wolf still about?"
"Yes, and he's very near, too. He likes more than anything to make a meal of pretty young actresses!"
"How near do you think he is?" I asked coyly. "Had we better go along the road?"
"Oh no, no," he replied hurriedly. "It's much quicker by the wood-and you'll be quite safe with me."
"Alright," I said. "But I don't like the look of that big black cloud, do you?"
"No, I don't. We'd better hurry. Come on!"
And with that he took me by the upper arm with his great hairy hand, so strong, so firm, as we walked on. As we went his knuckles now and then brushed against the side of my breast, but, like myself, he appeared not to notice. Still holding me by the arm his position half a pace behind me also brought his knee occasionally into contact with the back of my left thigh. This was a delicious feeling.
"I wonder," I thought, "whether he realizes how little there is between his knee and my bare ass. All he has to do is raise his knee a bit and my uniform will come right up to show the sketchy black panties which are all I've got above my nylons!"
As we chattered gaily on I caught his eyes several times peering over my shoulder down at the open neck of my blouse where, every now and then, the movement of the material revealed the swell of my upper breasts. On reaching the stile I pretended absentmindedly to cross first instead of waiting for him to go over-as a lady should! The lower step was broken, and this meant I had to lift one leg high to get across. I'd carefully planned this; and when I raised my left leg I pretended that I couldn't quite manage it, and tried the other leg! All this ploy meant that my uniform had ceased to cover anything.
But of course I hadn't noticed! A sly glance at Derek, however, showed he'd missed nothing of this gratuitous display of white thigh and garters, if not the edges of black lace panties as well. Pulling himself together with an effort he quickly crossed after me and took me again by the arm, this time walking even closer to me so that our sides were in contact most of the time.
"Did you enjoy playing the part of a society lady?" he asked.
"Oh yes, she must have been quite a girl!"
"Did they dress just like that? I mean ... did they show quite so much of themselves?"
"Oh, I expect so-if they had something to show!"
"You've got plenty to show, anyway!"
"Now, now, that's naughty! Come on quick, the rains coming!"
The first drops were already beginning to fall heavily. We had some distance to go, and the thought occurred to me that the rain was a great stroke of luck. My hair was being plastered down on my bare head the rain blown with great force against my legs and down my neck. Running along the path I shouted.
"Well have to shelter till this is over there's a hut in here!"
And with that I led off the path, through the brambles but not without almost having my skirt ripped off by one of them. When Derek saw me like that, with my nyloned legs, and my skirt pulled back taut above them, I thought his eyes would pop out of his head.
"Now I've really got him!" I thought.
By the time we reached the hut we were thoroughly soaked, which suited me fine!
"We must wait till it stops," I said. "But we can't stay in these wet clothes. See if you can get a fire going to dry ourselves."
"O.K.," said Derek. "I've got matches and there's plenty of wood."
"I'm going in here," I said. "You stay there stoking the fire. And no peeking, mind!"
"I promise," said he gaily, "But don't tempt me too much!"
Smiling to myself I went through into the other compartment. There I waited until Derek had stopped moving around and I could hear the crackle of burning sticks. Going to the high bench I stood facing the crack in the partition. First I raised one foot on to the seat and began cleaning mud off my shoe with some straw. As I'd planned I knew Derek was at that moment looking straight at my thighs which were now fully visible right up to my panties. Taking off my shoe I languorously unfastened my garters and rolled my stocking down. Then the same with the other leg, taking plenty of time over it, and making sure he saw everything from as many angles as possible. My hand then went up to my shoulder straps to unfasten my sodden uniform, which I let drop to my feet. This left me in panties and a soaking wet white silk blouse which had glued itself to my tits. 'I hope he's having a real eyeful of this,' I said to myself.
With that I heard a sound in the other compartment and, quick as a flash, I slipped over to another crack in the partition further along.
Through it I could see Derek standing near the fire. There he was, in under-shirt, and socks. I couldn't take my eyes off his pants, for there, in full view, pushing the thin material right out, was the unmistakable shape of a tremendous prick. As I watched, fascinated Derek's hand drew it out through the slit in his pants. It stood up thick and straight, the fiery prick-head shining and glowing in the light of the flames. This was enough for me.
"Derek!" I called. "Have you got something dry I can wipe myself down with?"
"I've only got my undershirt!" , "Be an angel then, and let me have it," I said. "I'm soaked."
"O.K. I'll throw it round the door for you."
"No. It'll get dirty. Bring it round to me."
My heart was in my throat as I said this because here, I knew was the moment of truth. In less than half a second he would be round that partition in only his shorts, while I would be facing him with my nipples sticking to a soaking and now transparent blouse, and wearing only the wispiest of black silk panties besides. I daren't look round.
"Here it is," said a voice I barely recognized.
Raising my head I looked straight at him, saying not a word, but willing him with all my being to come nearer. Without taking his eyes off my face he stepped forward one pace, two, three, until we stood less than a foot apart. In a strangled voice I said.
"Please wipe my back first."
Without a word he moved round and began rubbing my neck firmly but very slowly With his undershirt. As he rubbed I gradually turned so that his hand moved round to my tits. His fingers crept down over the swelling upper breast until my tits set up a wonderful tingling sensation.
Soon I was full face to him, and I began quite deliberately unbuttoning my blouse. His fingers stretched out to help, but they were trembling so much that the buttons stuck. At last the bottom one came undone; my blouse fell back and my breasts, free at last, proudly jutted forward before his devouring gaze. The first touch of his undershirt on the nipples was so wonderful, and at once they began to harden. He began to knead my tits.
"Beautiful!" he murmured. "I've been looking at these ever since the beginning of the rehearsal."
And with that he cupped his hands beneath them. I was beginning to shake. My arm crept round his neck and our mouths met in our first kiss. I knew at once he was no novice at this game, for his tongue immediately began thrusting its way between my teeth and behind my gums, mingling his saliva deliciously with mine. Placing his hands just above my ass he drew me against him until I felt my nipples press against his chest. The mat of hair growing there tickled my tits, and I began to rub them slowly against him. Then I felt the pressure of his hands increasing on my ass, drawing me firmly into him. I had been too shy to look at his prick when he first came in, but now I began to feel the hot cock bearing against my cunt and beginning to move with a circular motion.
"We don't want this any more," he said, inserting his hands into the band of my panties and pushing them down over my thighs. I felt the air on my cunt, and a moment later the pressure of his huge prick against my little cunny. With a quick movement he raised one leg, then the other, to whip off his own shorts. Now there wasn't a stitch of clothing between us except a sopping rag of silk blouse thrown right back, which gave me the feeling of being more naked than if I'd been stark naked.
Quickly I glanced again at his towering prick. It terrified me. He'd never get it into me; it would split me up the middle!
The thought made me cling to him, and this caused him to grasp my hand and guide it down to his great cock, which stood up almost to his navel, and looked as thick and deadly as a shillelagh. But remembering what Nan and Phyl had done I began moving the flexible skin up and down. Meanwhile I was conscious of strong fingers groping amongst my pubic hairs, While another hand caressed my tits.
At this point Derek seemed to notice the sacks for the first time. Grasping me under the arms and knees he lifted me up and carried me over to them. And now my dream became a reality for there, bearing down on me, was an immense figure with a great prick thrusting out from his belly! But it didn't frighten me any more. I wanted it!
I reached up and grasped it in both hands and gently drew Derek down with it. One side of my wet blouse had fallen over a breast, and this seemed to excite him terrible. Falling on my tits he began sucking first one, then the other, until I began to feel quicksilver racing down my veins to my stomach to my avid mouth, and to my cunt With my hand still grasping his huge prick opened my legs slowly.
Soon Derek's lower body was snugly between them, his prick throbbing under my fingers as it tried to force its way in through the tight opening. Now I was embarking on the unknown. Was my cunt too small for this huge prick to penetrate ? Reluctantly withdrawing his lips from my swollen nipples Derek fastened on to my mouth. Gently but insistently his cock began to press the lips of my cunt apart. I was lost to everything except the hot prick at the very core of my body. Gone were all thoughts about a rubber all I craved was for my hole to enlarge wider and wider for his thick prick to sink deeper and deeper into me. I became aware of a burning, stretching sensation inside my cunt as I felt it straining to open. But I still clung with all my strength to Derek, with mouth and arms and legs. Somehow my knees were gripping his sides, my feet resting on the small of his back, just as I'd seen Phy doing. Gradually the pain lessened and soon I began to feel mysterious exhilarations building up inside me. My tummy began turning over, my titties hurt, my thighs gripped harder as I began to push back at Derek. Slipping my hand down quickly I was amazed to feel the colossal prick almost entirely swallowed up by my cunt. I could entirely feel the bone of his pelvis scraping against mine as he tried to get in still deeper. But I was getting near to coming. The upheavels inside me were becoming almost unbearable. My nails were digging into his back and I was trying to breathe through my nose because my mouth was completely stopped up with his hot tongue. Suddenly I felt a great shudder go through me. Something turned right over inside, violins sounded in my ears and peace slowly descended on my racked body.
Opening my eyes at last I found Derek's face an inch or two above mine, his eyes boring into my soul. He was still lying on top of me and I soon awoke to the fact that he was still up me, deep and hot; my cunt was still stretched wide open by the girth of that mighty prick. This was not how it had been with Phyl and Dick!
"You're super," he said.
"Am I ? You're not so bad yourself!"
"You've got the best body I've ever seen."
"How many girl's bodies have you seen then?"
"Oh, one or two."
"And mine is better than theirs?"
"Much better!"
"Better than that married woman's?"
"Oh ho! How did you know about her?"
"Never you mind. Tell me how I'm better."
"You've got a natural talent for fucking!"
"Heavens! How marvelous! Tell me quick!"
"You do all the right things instinctively." (Not quite so instinctively as you think, my dear, I thought.) "What things?"
"Well, I'll tell you. Rubbing my foreskin, moving your cunt round and round against my cock, guiding it in, gripping me with your legs, pressing your knockers against me...."
"Lovely! But What happened to me in the end? I thought I was exploding inside!"
"What do you mean, 'what happened'? You came, that's all."
"Ah, that's what 'coming' is! Well, it was divine. I never want to stop coming ... but don't boys come too? You didn't. And why are you keeping your prick up me all the time? I'm beginning to get all excited again!"
"That's just what I was hoping! I want to make you come again and again until you can't come any more!"
"Marvellous! And are you going to come too?"
"Sure. I'll show you!"
"Ooh! But you won't come inside me, will you?"
"Not this time I won't. But you want to try it some time!"
"Wont I have a baby?"
"Not if you do the right things."
"Tell me What they are, quick, because I want you to come inside me!"
"It'll take too long. Right now I want to do only one thing, fuck you again!"
"Oh ... oh ... !"
And then it happened all over again. My cunt seemed to grow warmer and his prick even bigger than before. I sensed I must try to grip his cock with the lips of my cunt; and this time I let my hands wander over his body, down his sides to where his balls were hanging deadweight just outside my cunt. Gently I began to massage them, and this drove him almost frantic. The movement of my tits against his hairy chest made us both terribly excited and once again, sooner than before, the electricity began to course madly through my veins, my stomach turned right over and I'd come for the second time in five minutes!
When I'd recovered some of my senses I thought, "This time he must come too!"
But Derek was lying at my side, his prick still erect and powerful, and no sperm on me or the sacks. "God!" I thought, "he must have come inside me!"
He had read my thoughts.
"Don't worry," he said, "I haven't come yet!"
"Don't you want to?"
"Of course I do. But I want to see how many times I can make you come first!"
"After that time I don't think I shall ever be able to come again!"
"Oh yes you will! ... turn over on your face."
Wild with excitement I did so.
"Put your palms down on the sacks and raise yourself on to your knees. Spread your legs out a bit. That's right-that's terrific! Now just relax."
Half turning my head I could see Derek come directly behind me on his knees, his monster prick looking more formidable than ever as he squirmed right up against my ass. Bending over my back his hands reached for my tits, which he began fondling, jogging them up and down, squeezing the nipples and sending waves of pleasure down into my cunt.
But what happened next took me completely by surprise. I felt his prickhead prodding at the lips of my cunt. Soon it was parting them, pressing them further and further apart and driving with mighty strokes deep into me. I could now feel the swollen prickhead rubbing against the walls of my cunt. My hair had fallen over my face, my sopping blouse was up my back and getting caught at times in Derek's fingers as he played with my bursting tits, again aching with the pleasure he was giving them.
I began to get the trick of moving in rhythm with Derek. As his prick came forward I pressed my thighs back, and in this way it seemed to penetrate deeper into my hole. Faster and faster he thrust, and quicker and quicker the electricity mounted in my arteries. This time I recognized the moment it was coming, and this made my pleasure all the greater. Over and over went my tummy, lights dazzled before my eyes, music sounded and my tits seemed full to bursting. Completely fucked I flopped face downwards on the sacks and waited until sanity returned.
"I thought I was going to die that time," I said. "What a wonderful death it would be!"
"I don't think you've really had enough even now, have you?" said Derek. "It gets better each time, doesn't it?"
"God, yes. But I shan't be able to go to school tomorrow I won't be able to close my legs properly!"
"Oh yes you will, don't you worry!"
"But you still haven't come."
"I'm going to now-and you're going to help me!"
"Yes, yes, I want to! ... I want to more than anything. Show me what I must do!"
Without another word, Derek raised me into a sitting position with my legs wide apart. Still on his knees he came right up to me until his great prickhead was touching my chin, while his hands fell once more to my vibrant tits.
I must indeed have an inborn talent for fucking for I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. Taking his prick in both hands I lowered my mouth on to the scarlet prickhead and began moving my tongue on it. As my mouth opened wider to suck the throbbing prick so my knees raised themselves involuntarily. I could feel Derek's fingers moving in and out of my enlarged cunt, making squelching sounds as they slid in the hot, moist cunny. My tongue began to suck more agitatedly on his prickhead as my lips closed more firmly round it. In a few moments I began to feel cock-juice raising inside it. Quickly Derek pushed me back on to the sacks, pulled his cock out of my mouth and thrust it savagely up my cunt. Lunging madly he sent me off again, and for the fourth time my insides tumbled over as I came in a great flood. But this time his plunges into my hole didn't stop. I knew what was going to happen! Pushing back at his prick as hard as I could I fixed my eyes on the point where it would emerge. Faster and faster he fucked me until with a great "glug", out it came on to my tummy. Breathless I watched the small crack on the top of his prick open wide and a great stream of hot thick sperm shoot out on to my navel. Spurt after spurt shot out until my tits and tummy and pubic hairs were all covered with it. It took my breath away and I couldn't say a single word. I just grasped his prickhead and squeezed the last drops out.
With his whole powerful frame shivering Derek lowered himself on to my naked body until his chest and belly were all plastered, like mine, in lovely, lovely sperm and we began to stick together.
"God!" I said, "What if all that had gone into me? There's enough to make a dozen babies!"
"You wait until we really begin fucking!" gasped Derek.
(Really begin? I thought. What does he call this then?)
Aloud I said, "Promise me it'll happen very soon?"
"I promise! We're fucked out now but by tomorrow night you'll be feeling as fresh as a daisy and ready to come in floods!"
"Shall we come here again?"
"Sure. I'll bring a rubber and show you what you've got to do."
"How I'm going to live till tomorrow night I don't know. But I'll be there!"
"No Art tomorrow is there?"
"No. I don't think I could bear to have that near me. I might come in my panties!"
"Tell me one thing. Were you deliberately leading me on?"
"Good gracious! What do you mean?"
"Were you purposefully letting your skirt ride up, and your tits press against your blouse as you leaned forward? It gave me such a tremendous hard-on...."
"I can't think what put such ideas into your head! I was quite innocent until tonight!"
"Well you're not innocent any more, are you ? You're the finest fuck in the country. Those gorgeous tits of yours, that nest of hairs and your beautiful warm cunt make me want to go up you again! Look ... I'm getting a terrific hard-on again!"
Seeing his huge prick rise made me feel hotter than ever. I got on my knees and pressed him back flat on to the sacks. I began stroking his prick. Bracing my shoulders back I thrust my tits out. Then, opening my legs a little so that he could see the cleft of my cunt through the sticky mass of hairs, I continued my insidious manipulation of his prickhead and as I did so the great prick rose stiffer and mightier and more fiery than ever.
This was beyond belief! Holding his prick in my hand I got on to the balls of my feet and squatted over his genitals guiding the cock carefully into my cunt as I leaned over him. In this position my tits swung tantalizingly above his face. Up came his head, the mouth fastening on to my left nipple, all hard and ready for his lips. At the same time I pressed my cunt down the full extent of his long prick until it was completely engulfed. Derek's hips moved slowly up and down as mine came to meet them. Titties heaving, I felt my blood on fire. The questing prickhead sent long thrilling shafts along the sides of my cunt, and for the fifth time that evening my tummy did the devil dance as the prick coursed through my body.
I came-helplessly speared on Derek's prick-and collapsed on top of him. There we lay, in a sea of drying come and saliva until, ages later Derek whispered.
"We must dress and get back." And as I clung to him he said, "You can be fucked every night if you like-and I think you would like to, wouldn't you?"
How right he was-we've been fucking like this every night since!
PART SIX
CHAPTER ONE
"What exactly is a Black Seance Joan?"
The two young women walking up the lane from the bus stop turned into the driveway of one of the old fashioned houses standing in its own grounds.
"Well, from what Mrs. Hall said it is similar to an ordinary seance, like the one's we went to with her at the Spiritualist Hall except that at a Black Seance it is evil spirits that are evoked."
"You didn't tell Harry anything about it did you ?" asked Pauline, referring to Joan's husband.
"Of course not dear, he knows we go to the meetings at the hall, he thinks we have gone to one of them again. Did you tell Tom the same?"
Pauline nodded. "Yes, he isn't very keen on me going to the Hall at all, I'm sure he wouldn't want me to come up here to any sort of meeting either. A Black Seance sounds so weird doesn't it? I wonder what it is all about?"
The two very attractive young married women were soon to find out-for the last two months they had been attending a weekly meeting with Mrs. Hall of the seance-circle held in the Hall in the town. Mrs. Hall, a very much older and more worldly woman than the two others had gradually got them interested in attending what she called a Black Seance, and to the young women's surprise the meeting was to be held in the morning, instead of the usual time in the evening.
Harry and Tom the respective husbands, had gone off to work as usual, not for one moment imagining that their wives had anything special planned for that day. Joan and Pauline were in for a lot of shocks that day and the first mild one came when the door to the house was opened by a colored man.
This was not so unusual in itself, but the hugely built negro was not normally clad around his shoulders he had a white rubber cape, fastened by a gold clip at the front of his thick neck. The cape reached down to his hips, showing his stomach rippling with muscles, naked, and a pair of very tightly fitting rubber pants adorned his loins. His legs were bare, like two tree trunks of ebony, and on his massive feet he wore gold colored sandals. When he closed the front door, the hallway was enveloped in darkness. Every window in the place must have been covered for only the flickering from a tall candle set in a holder at the foot of the stairs illuminated the place.
The negro nodded as they whispered their names to him, and beckoned them to follow him. Through into the rear of the house they went, finally being shown into a large room, the walls of Which were draped in crimson velvet curtains.
It was not, however, the curtains that held the gaze of the two startled women, but the other strange setting in the room. In each of the four corners were what appeared to be huge spider webs, stretched across from one wall to the other, forming a compartment in each corner. On closer inspection it could be seen that the 'web' was made of fine nylon but in the flickering light from the several candles set about the room one could easily imagine they were in the presence of the woven webs of giant spiders.
As their eyes became more used to the light the two young women saw that behind two of the webs a figure already stood. They saw they were young women like themselves, and now the negro was taking them to the corners which were not yet occupied. He indicated that Joan was to climb through the fine meshy web and stand in the corner behind it, while he led Pauline to the last unoccupied corner and helped her step through the mesh and take up her position behind the web.
Now each corner contained a young woman and after a few minutes silence into the room came the tall figure of a man. He was clad in a black ankle length cloak of silk and as he swished round the room to each corner in turn the silken cloak swung open to reveal the contrasting whiteness of his naked flesh beneath it.
Joan gasped as he approached her corner and stood in front of her web for a moment. When he stood still the cloak just failed to meet at the front and she could not take her eyes from his genitals which were just visible in that dim light. His prick was massively huge, she could see that, and it was an enormous thing, but then he had gone, and he was in front of Pauline's corner, then the other two in turn and now he returned to the center of the room. Kneeling, he turned up the wick of a small oval lamp which was already lit, at once a thin swirl of grey smoke began to seep from the tall glass of the lamp, filling the already stuffy room with fumes that made the heads of the young women swim and ache slightly.
The negro went across to the corner occupied by Pauline and beckoned her to come through the web and when she did so he took her across to stand uneasily in front of the kneeling man.
From her web in her own corner Joan watched as though hypnotized, and certainly the drugged fumes from the lamp were having a stupefying effect on all the four young women.
Joan saw the dress being removed from the shapely body of her friend. The thought went through her befuddled mind of what Tom, Pauline's husband, would think if he knew the lovely figure of his young wife was being devoured by the eager eyes of this strange man and this huge Negro!
Pauline had beautifully shaped tits, her twin mounds were supported by a pale blue nylon bra, her panties were of a matching color to the bra with a white lacey edging round each wide leg. Even from her corner Joan could see her friend's black triangle of pubic hair through the almost transparent nylon and she knew that the kneeling man only a few feet from her must be getting a really good view.
The man was indeed relishing the view of this young wife standing trembling so close to where he knelt. On a level with his eyes he could see the slightly swelling bulge of her white thighs above the tops of her dark colored nylon stockings. His eyes traveled down the nylons, down the lovely shaped limbs to where her feet snuggled in her high heeled shoes.
Pauline could almost feel the eyes of the man and the negro burning into her flesh as they ravished her with them. She could feel the hot breath of the negro on her bare shoulders as he stood close behind her, then he was bending down, his large coal black hands were unclipping her garters, when all were released his hands moved behind her to the small of her back where he quickly undid the waist fastening of her garter belt and pulled the frilly narrow belt from her.
Now she felt his hot hands on her legs, she wanted to move, to stop him, to get away, and yet she could not, some unseen power kept her stock still, save for her trembling she stood there motionless, waiting while the negro rolled her nylons down to her ankles.
He righted himself up and still behind her undid her bra and carefully yanked it away from her to reveal her perfectly shaped oval breasts to the avid gaze of the man. Now down over the bulging thighs, down to her knees and then to her ankles and the floor the panties were pushed until she raised one foot after the other to step out of them.
The negro pushed her a step forward, now the kneeling man could reach up his arms and encircle her thighs, his hands pulled at her fleshy ass-cheeks as with a growl like a beast he buried his face full over her cunt.
Although she had been married, and happily so, just over a year, Pauline had never had this done to her, she groaned with the excitement of this new pleasure, her lovely legs instinctively opened more to allow her ravisher to get his face tighter and closer to her aching cunt.
While she was being so expertly cunt-sucked the negro had brought out another woman from a corner-web and was taking off her clothes preparing her for the mouth of the 'spider' who was now squatting in front of the writhing panting Pauline and sucking her cunt as if his life depended on the amount of emotion he could get from the young wife's cunt.
Pauline with eyes wide agap with her passion was tossing her lovely head from side to side, as she gazed up at the ceiling and saw for the first time the obscene and bestial drawing depicted there. It was of a huge black spider equipped with an enormous penis in a huge hard-on, and struggling in its numerous long hairy legs was the white naked figure of a young woman.
Never had she known such sensations as raced through her body now as this evil man slobbered at her gaping wet cunt with his mouth. When she was enjoying intercourse with her husband she grew very wet between her thighs but never as hot and moist as she now felt. Her cunt was on fire, the lips throbbing and opening and shutting with spasmodic erotic shudderings. The man took his mouth away from her to look at the hairy fleshy mound of her cunt. It throbbed and gaped and juiced up even while he gently fingered it. He signalled for the negro to approach. Out of the corner of her eye Pauline saw that the negro was now naked; at the sight of that immense prick a tremor of fear and then remorse went through her. Visions of her good looking husband filled her mind, she did not want to be untrue to him, she did not want to let herself be taken by another man. But try as she could to fight this evil influence taking possession of her she knew it was no use. A hot, wild fuck-sensation was stirring in her loins, the hands of both the 'spider-man' and the negro seemed to be mauling her all over, in every part, everywhere-she lost all will to resist, lost all desire to be true to Tom, her clitoris was so hard and aching with desire the mouth of the 'spider-man' had sucked from it. Her cunt felt hot and open, she knew what she wanted! She could see what she wanted as the negro came round to stand right in front of her.
With eyes which were already bloodshot with lust she gazed down at that fat throbbing ebony cock. No doubt that at any normal time the nearness of such a great penis would have filled her with fear, but not now. Hot and anxious for the male prick every fiber in her being waited and welcomed the ebony cock with blatant hotness, certainly with more fuck-desire than she had ever welcomed the prick of her husband. Even the possible horrible consequences from such a mating seemed to be of no consequence to her, her eyes were riveted to that black cock until the huge negro was standing so close to her she could no longer keep it in her line of vision.
The 'spider-man' was already kneeling in front of the second victim, already lapping at her cunt with his hot, experienced tongue.
But Pauline was not aware of what was taking place around her, nothing else mattered save what was happening to her. She felt the slightly hairy and very hard thighs of the negro against the insides of her own white soft thighs, she felt the hot silkiness of his huge prick going through her, through the outer wet gaping lips of her cunt. Then with one convulsive heave the negro buried his great prick with a single lunge in the young wife's cunt to the very hilt. A gasping cry of anguish simmering to a low moan of pleasure came from the open mouth of Pauline as for the first time in her life her lovely body experienced 'black-prick'.
Almost as quickly as his thick cock had sunk into her cunt so it was withdrawn. Pauline was crazy with horny frustration as with both hands she Clawed to find that prick again. She saw that the man had taken his face away from the cunt of the third woman he had been sucking to watch her; she did not mind, without shame she reached down in front of the naked negro and clasped that massive cock.
The man stood up, signaling the other three women to return to their respective corners and climb back behind the mesh of their webs. Meanwhile he and the negro had pulled a square divan arrangement into the center of the room, it was about six feet square, standing on carved legs about a foot high. It was very springy and covered with a thick velvet drape of black.
Taking her by the hand the spider-man led Pauline across to it. Making the sign of an inverted cross on her sweating forehead he said, "My daughter I believe in you we have a true disciple of Satan. Are you willing to worship the Satanic Host with this ardent follower?" He waved his other hand towards the negro who was waiting, naked and prick-enlarged.
Almost before she had time to even think of a reply Pauline had been laid on her back on the low padded divan. The hands of the man had drawn her knees up and well parted them, while the negro laid himself between her legs. The man, keeping his eyes close to her face began to incantate weirdly and obscenely, while with the practiced strokes of a true fucker the negro buried his massive cock again into the depths of the young wife's cunt.
Love-making with her husband had never been like this, as under the weight of the hugely built colored giant the white body of Pauline tremored and shivered with passion. Now that the entire length of his cock was in her it seemed to be spreading and expanding to exert her cunt muscles to the very limit. Never had she known anything quite like being fucked by this stallion cock.
Never had she called any other man save her own husband 'Darling' and really meant it, but now that term of endearment was leaving her lips with a passion of meaning and heartfelt depth that she would not have thought possible. Never would she have believed she would have ever called a man 'darling' and certainly not a colored man, but here she was, on her back, being beautifully fucked, and calling her lover-"DARLLLIIING ... DARLINGGGG ... OGAAMMMMAAA...." with all her heart.
From her corner Joan watched and disbelieved what she was seeing. Her friend Pauline who had always been rather prim and proper and who would be the last one of her friends to be disloyal to her husband, was actually begging that monster of a black man to fuck her harder and still harder.
Under the sweating ebony frame of the black giant the lovely white torso writhed and tossed, wriggled and bucked, and a low scream came from her as the evil man bent to bite the fleshy shoulder of her left blade in a love-bit as she tossed her head from side to side under the intense emotions aroused in her by this animal-man's prick.
Watching such an erotic scene, Joan knew that if she had been given the chance she too would be engaging in just as lustful an embrace as her friend. It was just then that a sound and movement behind her revealed that the corner had a low doorway and now through this space came a man; she could not see his face in the dim light, but he was naked. He was close to her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that the young women in the other two corners also had a visitor, but now her own man was close to her.
She felt a pang of shame as she reached down to fondle his prick-just as Pauline had done to the negro. She felt hot hands on her ass.
Like Pauline, she had been true to her marriage until now. But as the sparks of lust began to kindle inside her she fondled the prick lovingly. "Lay down for me," his voice was that of a person much older than she was, and as he bent over her when she lowered herself to the floor she saw in the flickering light that he must be forty if a day, but she was too far gone in her lust to worry now. He was on top of her, his prick as if guided by magic slipping up into her moist waiting cunt-sleeve.
In all the corners the young wives were on their backs, each cunt filled with a new prick, each young woman enjoying the experience of a new man ravishing their cunts.
The obscene incantations of the spider-man rose to almost a scream as the room echoed with the sounds of four women grunting and gasping in their passion of fucking. The Black Seance was being celebrated in the normal fashion four young wives were going to be better fuck mates for their husbands after their experience of the Black Seance.
The lewd atmosphere and the general lead up to the fucking-sessions had the effect of making the four young wives enjoy this fuck more than the more normal experience with their husbands and like so many attractive young women before them they would be drawn back to the den of evil time and time again to participate in more fuck Seances-Black of course!
PART SEVEN
CHAPTER ONE
Roger Wiles was humming to himself, a half hour ago he had been feeling very apprehensive, but now it was over. For the past week he and his directors had been meeting daily with a certain Ki Lae, a Japanese business man who was over here with a big contract to negotiate. At first Wiles had thought his firm was sure to get the contract and the small fortune that would have been the profit over the next few years, but as the week went on, more difficult did the little Japanese become.
When all had seemed lost, Wiles and Ki Lae had been discussing business privately when Doreen Wiles had paid one of her few visits to the office. Roger introduced his wife to the polite and gracious little yellow-skinned man. The way the little greedy eyes gleamed at the attractive young woman was not lost on Roger and neither were the remarks made by Ki Lae afterwards when they were alone again.
"Mr. Wiles," said the little Jap in the usual Oriental high pitched tone, "Mr. Wiles, I think if I were to come and stay with you and your charming wife for the week-end I might possibly have cause to reconsider this contract for you."
It was arranged. But the task that filled Roger with apprehension was telling Doreen about their visitor. He knew she did not like the Eastern races, either Japanese or Chinese. However, after impressing upon her just how important it was to get this contract from Ki Lae she seemed as anxious as he was to make the man from the East happy and willing to do business.
Although he was happy at the way Doreen had agreed to have Ki Lae stay with them, Roger wondered if she really knew what some of these wealthy Japanese men were like, especially when it came to women. Quite clearly the little grinning man had taken a liking to his attractive young wife. The fact that she was married was not likely to worry a man like Kie Lae and as Roger sat on the edge of their bed watching his wife dress after her bath, his mind was filled with many thoughts, some strange and some really frightening.
Ki Lae was due to arrive at their house that evening in about an hour's time. Doreen had come into the bedroom from the bathroom, clad only in her transparent silky dressing gown and her lovely figure was a beauty to behold. The robe drooped open at the front, showing off her lovely white full titties and Roger could not help wondering just what pleasure the yellowy little hands of Ki Lae could derive from such beauties with their thickish cherry-red nipples to contrast with the sheer whiteness of the titty itself.
He watched his wife taking great care with the make-up of her face. Clearly she was as anxious to impress and please their important guest as he was. "You going to wear your black bra, dear?" he asked. She gave him a look as if to say-"You don't expect our guest to find out what color bra I'm wearing do you?" but she did not say anything until she had picked the black twin-cupped nylon brassiere from one of the drawers in her dressing-table and then, turning to smile at her husband she said, saucily. "Yes, I am wearing the black bra dear, and also these," she held up a pair of sheer black nylon panties that were really nothing more than a handful of gossamer webs held together with transparent threads. He had only seen her in these once before. It had been when they had been to an all night party, both well the worse for drink. He had playfully tried to undress her down in the hall When they had come home. He remembered how seductively these panties showed off her lovely White thighs and that tantalizing gash of black pubic hair which showed so clearly through the thin material.
By the time Ki Lae arrived Doreen was the absolute picture of the ideal white skinned young wife, and during the meal and afterwards while they drank coffee and had drinks, the little Japanese man bestowed compliment after compliment on her.
It was almost midnight when Doreen said she would go out to the kitchen and make another jug of coffee. Ki Lae winked slyly at Roger. "You stay here Mister Wiles, I go and help with the coffee."
Roger did not move, he settled himself down in the armchair. He was very sleepy, it was late and if the little Japanese was going to be happy helping Doreen in the kitchen let him get on with it-in his heart he knew that Ki Lae Was certainly going to try and pet Doreen, but we'll ... let him get on with it ... and Roger, his eyes heavy, dozed off.
Doreen heard the kitchen door close, she knew it was their guest Who had followed her out and she turned to face him. She was secretly very pleased and, like all women very flattered by his remarks all the evening. As they came face to face she put her arms up round his neck, she knew he would be pleased if she did that. She knew she was being very naughty, but after all Roger had said how important it was to please this wealthy little man.
Without a word his hand moved down between their bellies, she felt the back of his broad hand nudge against her cunt, the unmistakable movement as she felt him unzipping his fly. She wanted to draw back from him, to get out from the kitchen back to the room where her husband was-but something hard, very hard indeed, was pressing against her-he must have seen the expression change on her face for with a smile he stepped back a pace and they both looked down between them.
His penis was jutting out from his expensively tailored suit, a thick yellowy shaft of flesh, large and strong. Funny how she had always imagined the eastern races as having long and thick pricks, but this one she was gazing at with no expression of shame or shock on her pretty face, was not only overly long but very thick and hard, much thicker than Roger's she noted mentally. Now the hot hands of Ki Lae were feeling up her legs, under her dress, she saw how the purpley prick-head thickened and throbbed now that his hands reached the smooth, naked flesh above her stockings.
She wanted to touch that throbbing manly cock. She knew she shouldn't. Her hand wavered, she was not sure Whether to go on or call a halt to this little scene at once.
"Go on, my dear Mrs. Wiles, your good husband will not disturb us," spoke the little man quietly and coaxingly, his hands moving even higher up her thighs.
Her long manicured fingers closed round the stem of the yellow man's cock, he arched his haunches out towards her, his hands fumbling to pull her panties sufficiently down for the act they contemplated. His task of easing the panties down a few inches was successful and now his hands moved up and behind her to grip her asscheeks. Both hands slid round and under her ass to assault her cunt from the rear, fingers opened and finger-fucked the juicing cunt. She knew she could not go back now....
Now his fingers were on her cunt working like rapid digits of fire in and around the clitty until she was groaning in lust-crazed ecstasy and her hips were thrusting to and fro in the perfect action of intercourse. Suddenly he had withdrawn his hands down from under her dress and was turning her round to stand with her back to him. Making her bend forward he lifted her dress up at the back and with one arm round her waist his hand dipped up between her thighs to finger-fuck again her horny moist hole.
"I'm going to fuck you from the back!" he told her and even as he spoke she felt the hot hardness of his prick high up between her thighs. "Ohaaammm ... lovely ... lovely," she moaned as the grinning little yellow man found the entrance to her cunt with his fat cock-head and sank it slowly up into her hot cunt. The slimed cock was withdrawn and then with a hefty heave it was sunk deeply into her cunt again, this time with an action more in keeping with a wild animal. But despite the sudden pain this gave her she was more than willing. She even reached behind her with her trembling hands and tried to drag his arched body closer against her ass, she wished-that he was naked, wished that they were both naked. Wished they were on her bed, wished anything as long as this great, fat, throbbing-hot cock was giving her this pleasure all the time.
She had never felt so deliriously sticky in her cunt as the cock of this leering little Japanese was making her. She found that if she bent more forward and looked back through her legs she could see his hairy balls dangling and swaying as he fucked her. By pushing right back hard every time the Jap arched and hinged forward and up into her, she could make those balls bang against the tops of her thighs right under the swell of her ass. Oh those lovely balls, lovely heavily-loaded balls-full of delicious cock-juice for her, just for her ... for her....
Her subconscious mind began to worry about any aftermath from this unrubbered fuck from this foreign man. It was quite clear he had no intention of taking out before he had fulfilled his fuck. Not that she wanted him to. That act would have sent her berserk, but now his prick was moving in and out of her cunt quicker and she could think of nothing save the intense pleasure he was giving her. No wonder young wives were led astray when such pleasures could be had from the pricks of other men.
This leering ugly little Japanese certainly knew how to satisfy a woman. With every pull back of his loins he withdrew her clinging cuntlips and then driving back into her warm moist cunt until his pubic hair thumped and mingled with the hairy mound of her cunt. At the deepest part of his thrust when his cock was embedded to the hilt, her cunt lips were stretched to accommodate the very stout barrel of his prick base, and so hard did he grind into her when his cock was fully in her that she thought he was trying to get his balls in her as well-not that she would have minded that if it had been possible.
What a sight for her husband had he been looking in at that moment at the scene in his own kitchen! His lovely wife twisting and writhing about on that cock of the yellow man, the complete and willing slave to the fat prick. He had said he was going to mount her and mount her he had-and between them they were having a furious ride.
"Faster ... faster ... oooaggaAAA ... you're making me come ... I'm coming ... I'M COMING...." the groans and gasps from her lips would have made her husband amazed at the depth of her emotion and lust had he been able to hear them. He would have seen her bucking madly back at her yellow skinned lover, seen her clinging cunt begging to be fucked even more brutally and deeper than it was already being pierced by that fat cock of the grinning little Jap. Suddenly she stiffened, her arms moved round behind her to grip at his body, to pull him madly to and fro against her ... her breath was gasping in long drawn out moans as she stammered through her spasmodic gulps of breath
"Make me come ... make me come ... sperm in me ... sperm in me ... sperm ... sperm ... !"
The next moment the foreign guest was bucking at his sweet willing prey as his hot scalding cock-juice began to ejaculate up into her writhing belly He grinned to himself. He knew that once he had been able to slip the little black pill into her drink earlier in the evening she would be easy meat once he could start to get her worked up.
And so it had proved-she had begged to be fucked, and fucked she had been, well and truly.
He withdrew his steaming cock and not even troubling to look at her he wiped it carefully on a spotlessly clean white handkerchief. Gasping she leant against the wall and watched him silently, thinking that he didn't care a damn about her as a person-just a cunt to fuck.
His sperm still dribbling from her gaping cunt onto the crotch band of her panties she adjusted her skirt-but her eyes were still on his prick. It had given her a pleasure she had never known before and she wondered if she would have his prick again during the negotiations for the contract with her husband's firm. Had she won the contract for her husband she wondered vaguely.
Without a word he stuffed his prick back into his trousers and zipped up the fly again. Then he left her alone in the kitchen to make the coffee while he went back to the living room and rejoined the slumbering husband.
Roger opened his eyes at the sound of the little man coming back to the room.
"Everything alright?" he asked.
The Japanese smiled, "Everything is very alright!" he answered. "Your sweet wife will be in, in a few minutes with our coffee; she did not need any help from me after all. Now about that contract...."
