"YOU KNOW I DON'T MIND YOU GOING TO these Tuppa Ware parties darling. I like you to get out and meet people but it's just that we haven't got any cash to spare at the moment and if you go to Ruth Draper's house she is sure to expect you to buy some of the crockery or dishes or something."
Jill Bowes pursed her pretty lips as she listened to her husband. He was right of course. They were very short of money just now. They had been married three years and with the mortgage rates of their house going up and the ordinary rates going up all the time the young couple were finding it difficult to make ends meet.
"I'm sorry darling," Allan patted his wife's dainty cheek. "You do understand, don't you? Why not telephone Mrs. Draper and tell her you can't make it this afternoon. You needn't go into the reasons why ... just say you had forgotten you had to keep another appointment."
"I'll do better than that, Darling," Jill told, him. "I'll call on her this morning and make my apologies ... she will not think me so rude then ... and she might ask me again later on, when perhaps we might have some money to spare.
An hour after her husband had left for the office Jill Bowes made her way to the large house on the corner where the Drapers lived. She was sorry that she could not go to the Tuppa Ware party that afternoon ... she liked meeting the other housewives, even if they all seemed to have so much more spare cash than she did ... still, Allan was right ... better not go to the party ... everyone bought something and she could not be the odd one out.
She was surprised to find Rupert Draper at home. He was a much older man than his wife, Ruth. She thought he was something important in the city and certainly she had not expected him to be still at home at this hour of the morning.
Ruth welcomed her into the wonderfully furnished lounge. Jill began to explain the reason for her visit. ... Rupert had poured some drinks for them. "If you are not coming to my wife's little get together this afternoon, Mrs. Bowes, you must have a drink with us now." He made her feel at ease ... the drink was warming and she felt more able to explain why she could not make the party. Ruth seemed disappointed, but smilingly accepted the apologies of the young housewife. ... Ruth Draper guessed what the real reason might be ... she hoped she was right in assuming that the Bowes were hard up.
"Here my dear," it was old Rupert Draper again, this time he was handing an open ornate carved box towards Jill. "Have a cigarette ... my wife tells me these are very special ones and she likes them a lot. I brought them back from Japan with me a few months ago."
"I ... I ... I don't smoke very often, thank you, Mr. Draper," Jill did not take the preferred cigarette. She saw Ruth take one and the old fellow lit it for her. As she inhaled Ruth made a happy grimace.
"These are something really special," she smiled at Jill. "Do have one, dear ... just try one. I know you will love them."
Jill was taking one of the thin pinkish papered cigarettes. Rupert lit it for her as he had done for his wife. Jill did not want to appear rude ... it was bad enough having to come here and make excuses for not coming to the party at this late stage. She inhaled ... it certainly was a strange tang ... she did not smoke often. She was not used to the habit at all.
Old Rupert smiled at her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Inhale deeply, my dear, and try and keep the smoke in your mouth ... you will find the sensation very pleasant I can assure you."
The smoked filled her mouth and some of it trailed down her throat as she tried to keep it before exhaling. It took her a few moments to get the hang of smoking these strong but exciting fumes. Rupert had refilled her cocktail glass and she found the smoking made her thirsty. As soon as she had drained the glass it was filled again. As soon as she smoked the thin reefer Rupert Draper had lit a new one for her and was putting it to her lips. She felt languid and very relaxed.
"Let's go into the other room," it was Ruth getting up from the chair and Jill followed her, old Rupert close behind them. The next room was a smaller, very humid room, like a study really with strange objets d'art on the shelving that old Rupert had no doubt picked up on his journeys to the Far East.
Over the fireplace was a large vivid coloured painting ... when she looked more closely at it Jill saw that the centre attraction of the coloured maze was a couple making love!
Ruth laughed when she saw her younger companion looking at the picture so closely. "You like that sort of painting dear?" she asked, "it is unusual, isn't it?"
Jill felt strangely warm in this little study room. She wished there had been some windows open ... she settled down on the wide couch at the other end to where Ruth had squatted. Old Rupert came and sat close to the visitor. Jill felt her head spinning. She was giddy, and, yet, elated and relaxed. She felt the hot breath of the old fellow on her cheek ... then his mouth was to hers. Good Lord ... he was kissing her ... blatantly and without warning he had his thin lips to hers ... his hot tongue probing into her mouth. She pushed him away. He did not try and force himself to her. Ruth was laughing and moving along the sofa to be close to Jill. She had lit another long thin cigarette ... a longer affair than the previous ones. She took a few puffs to get it smouldering well and then put the end to Jill's lips. Almost unaware that she was doing so Jill inhaled deeply, again and again. Ruth was holding the drugged reefer to the young woman's lips. Jill inhaled ... she relaxed ... relaxed a lot ... she was wedged between Ruth and Rupert. It was the hands of the old fellow that were touching her body. She felt him reaching up under her short frock ... she wanted to stop him but she felt so languid ... and Ruth was wrapping her arms round her neck, holding her back, preventing her from making much resistance. And that long thin reefer was renewed ... again she was inhaling, puffing ... inhaling. Those groping hands had reached the tops of her thighs ... the eager fingertips were actually massaging her warm pussy through her panties. She did not see him nod his head at his wife ... it was the signal for Ruth to start to undress their guest. Jill heard and felt her dress zipper being tugged open as Ruth started on her mission. Experienced fingers unhooked the little clips of the bra and the cups were eased from the firm fleshy orbs ... almost before she knew it was all happening they had Jill's frock down to her waist. It was too late to protest now and the will to protest was very weak once she felt her nipples being massaged by the agile fingers of Ruth.
Jill saw the old fellow gloating at her plight, She began to sob ... to try and push the womanly fingers away from her tits.
"Now, now ... don't make such a fuss, darling," Ruth was placating her. "You've got nothing that I haven't got so why mind Rupert having a look at your lovely body."
The old fellow had got her panties down and was gazing in silent awe at her softly fleeced vaginal flesh. Jill had never felt like this before. She felt sexy, felt hot, felt as if she were trapped by a pair of licentious folk who knew so much more about life than she did. It was Ruth getting her hand to the exposed vagina while Rupert watched.
"Ooohhoo," Jill felt the feminine fingers massaging the little sacs of flesh on either side of her cunt hole.
No one except her husband had ever touched her there, and certainly she had never visualized being touched so intimately by another woman. She saw Ruth's eyes gleaming as she took a very deep inhalation from yet a third type of cigarette that Rupert had lit. When she had her mouth full of the fume-smoke Ruth put her lips to Jill's mouth, forcing it open and blowing the fume-smoke forcibly down into the younger woman's lungs. Jill had never known anything like the sensual sensation that crept over her whole being. The agile hand of the woman was cupped to her cunt ... fingers were frigging her in a way Jill had
not been touched before while now her free hand was used to massage Jill's breasts. Old Rupert watched. He loved to see his wife seducing another woman like this. She kept her mouth glued to Jill's mouth ... one hand to the young woman's cunt, one hand to the titties ... it was impossible for Jill not to surrender. She had long since given up struggling ... her lovely eyes were wide open in her state of arousal and she went taut with shock when she saw that old Rupert was now stark naked ... his rock-hard penis jutting out massively from his well muscled body. Despite his age, he must be sixty she thought, he was very fit ... his penis very strong, the scarlet tip glistened like a beacon, it looked large and swollen.
When Ruth left her alone Jill did not try to rise from the sofa ... she saw Rupert coming closer to them, he was watching his wife getting undressed. Soon Ruth was as naked as her hubby. He beckoned to her and then to Jill. To Jill's amazement, the naked woman lay atop her own near-naked body as if she had been a man ... the wetness of the more fleshy mature cunt massaged against Jill's vagina and the two women started to gyrate and worm against one another as if they had been making love.
Jill was moaning, her cunt was agape and very moist ... her clitoris seemed to be hotter than ever before and very swollen. Ruth looked up at her watching husband and smiled.
"She's very hot now, darling," she murmured. "I think she'll take you now."
The young housewife made only the slightest protest when the lithe body of the woman lifted from her and the heavier stronger one of the old man took its place ... his huge throbbing cock so easily slipped into Jill's wet hungry hole ... he drove inwards, not letting up until his balls slapped against her fleshy crotch and arse crease.
"Oooaaa ... My God ... ohhee," Jill gave a long drawn out groan as she felt her inner warmth depths being so well filled with manly gristle ... old Rupert was leering down into her face.
"You feel good ... real good Mrs. Bowes," he gasped, "have you had much cock, apart from your husband's, since you were married?"
Jill's arse began a desperate rotation beneath him ... her shapely legs were snaked out on either side of his naked body. Gently, Ruth lifted Jill's legs and crossed them over the old lecher's thighs. Jill locked her trim ankles together and clung to him.
"Have you had much cock?" he repeated the lewd question.
"No ... no one other than Allan ... but do it, do it to me. I want you to do it to me," she gasped ... her mind and body under the drug spell completely.
Ruth was happy as she watched her husband slide his long thick root well up into the young housewife's belly ... the little room filled with the suckling squelching sounds. ...
Ruth Draper's hands were working with randy fury at her own aroused wet cunt hole as she listened to the sexy-gasps and moans of lust that came from the young housewife being thoroughly fucked by the horny Rupert Draper.
Suddenly the husband and wife exchanged a glance. Rupert nodded. Ruth knew what was going to happen. She was ready ... as soon as he withdrew his thick steaming cudgel from Jill's gripping twat Ruth helped her husband roll the young woman over ... quickly Jill was manoeuvred by the two pairs of hands so that she was sitting on Rupert's groin. It was the hands of Ruth that guided her husband's cock up into that wet waiting hungry pussy between Jill's thighs. Rupert embraced her around the waist as Jill let out a long drawn sigh ... the breath escaped from her clenched teeth in a loud hiss as she felt him getting even more deeply into her from this new penetrating angle.
Bending and straightening her knees Jill began to ride her master, bringing . her cunt lips rushing up and down the thick stem of his horn. ... Ruth came into the sexual fray now, squatting over her-husband's face with her thighs well spread she let him get his mouth to her cunt that she had well fingered. She was facing Jill. She leaned forward and kissed the panting young woman full on the mouth, her hands reaching for Jill's bobbing, swaying titties and her fingers tweaking and rubbing the very stiff sensitive nipples.
Never had Jill Bowes contemplated. a threesome like this ... never had she even contemplated taking a lover ... taking another man to her body was something she, until now, had seemed quite out of the question. Now it was wonderful, the most wondrous sensation ever ... it had begun slowly but was now a heavy aching desire deep in her sex-pit, a desire to climax ... to have his cock climax in her ... more and more urgent had been the desire ... and then it was happening. The orgasm was there ... right there high in between her legs. She tried to drag her face away from Ruth's so she could give vent to her emotions but Ruth, sensing the climax was taking their young guest, held her hands behind Jill's head and forced her to take into her mouth great wads of wet spittle and thick saliva ... while Ruth Draper spewed the juice from her mouth down Jill's throat, Rupert Draper was spewing his hot sex juice deeply into Jill's womb.
* * *
Allan Bowes sat at his desk in the office high above the Strand. He was sorry that he did not have the money to spare to give to Jill so that she could have gone and bought some of the stuff on show at the Draper's Tuppa Ware party. Still there it was, they were short of money ... no need to waste what little they did have on crockery they did not really need. He looked up as his pretty secretary came in. Miss Julie Banks was indeed a very pretty and charming girl as well as being a most efficient secretary. Allan wished sometimes that he and Jill were not quite so close together, not quite so much in love. He had to keep his desires well in check whenever Miss Banks was about... young and so shapely ... what a dish for the male lucky enough to get his pleasure between her lush thighs. Allan loved his wife ... he would not do anything to risk his marriage ... he could not be unfaithful ... still it was nice to imagine what delights a girl like Miss Julie. Banks could give a man. Pity in a way that he and Jill were so determined to be true to one another ... but Jill would not look at another man ... and so he would keep his desires to himself ... behave himself ... only look and not touch the lovely Miss Banks.
As she went out of his office he watched her shapely buttocks wobble ... shake ... saw her thighs strain against her tight-fitting miniskirt. It was temptation, but it was a temptation he must, and would, resist.
He hoped that Ruth Draper would not be too upset at his wife not going to that Tuppa Ware party. He did not want to get on the wrong side of the Drapers. Old Rupert was quite a wealthy man ... never cross neighbours with money. Still Jill had said she would call on Ruth that morning and make her excuses. Everything would be all right, yes, Allan Bowes was sure that everything would be all right. The Drapers were not likely to fall out with them just because Jill couldn't go to a stupid get-together party of the local housewives. ...
Chapter Two
JILL HAD SEEN THE POWERFUL, IF Elderly, figure of Rupert Draper coming up towards her front door. It was over a week since that fateful morning she had visited the Draper home. Several times since then she had half wished she either got an invitation from them or had the courage to go to their house again of her own accord. The memory of that peak of orgasmic pleasure made her sexy just to think about it. Nothing that Allan had ever done to her or with her had given her an experience anywhere near so good or satisfying ... now ... after a week of waiting and uncertainty, here was Rupert Draper coming to her house, coming to the front door where just over an hour ago she had kissed her husband good-bye as he set off, as usual, for the office.
She welcomed the old fellow in, took him through to the lounge, offered him a drink, though nothing as heady and potent as he had given her when she had been the visitor. For a few moments they talked ... small talk ... it was when he persuaded her to move across and sit on his lap that he mentioned that visit to his house. He was wrapping his arms round her, getting his hands up to cup her breasts while he spoke softly to her.
"My wife and I are quite sure that you did not want to come to her Tuppa Ware party because you were short of funds." He grinned at her ... he knew from the way she coloured up that he had hit the truth ... he was squeezing and rotating his hands over her breasts until she could hardly stand the tantalizing ache he was producing. She felt she was getting very hot and moist in between her thighs, especially when she felt his manhood begin to rise and harden under her buttocks as she writhed gently on his lap.
He was kissing her ... using his tongue a lot, making the lip caress very wet ... and thrilling. In between the nibbling kisses he was speaking softly, almost a whisper. "There is never any need for a girl as lovely as you to be short of a bit of cash," he was telling her.
"No?" she was curious, half guessing what he might be hinting at. "What do you mean? Tell me more ... I am always short of money ... we always have been ever since we got married."
He pushed her from his lap and stood up. Grinning at her and taking hold of her hands he nodded towards the foot of the stairs.
"Let's go to your bedroom," he murmured as he started to take her from the room.
The bed was still unmade ... the curtains still half drawn across the windows. He closed the door and smiled at her. "Take your clothes off, honey," he muttered. "After last week there is no need to be shy with me is there?"
He watched her slowly begin to remove her dress and under things. She had not protested ... not tried to tell him she would not undress ... she felt safe in the privacy of her own bedroom, Allan was at business ... no one was expected to call. She felt wicked, yet the mere idea of being so naughty as to undress in front of another man was stimulation enough for her. She was the good-goody wife ... and here she was letting this elderly man gaze at her near naked body ... her actions were forbidden by society. Allan would have a fit if he had the slightest idea what was happening in his bedroom while he was busy at his office work. Jill looked at the unmade bed, the bed where she had slept with her husband ... in a few minutes the bed would again be occupied by two people ... but one would not be Allan ... she would be in her marriage bed with an other man! It was evil ... but it was making her feel sensual and funny inside.
Now she was almost bare; he started to take off his own clothing. She gazed at the immense cock that had given her so much plea sure before. She wanted him, wanted him to have her again ... wanted him badly.
"Jill," his tone was strangely intense. "I'm going to fuck you on your husband's bed ... you know that don't you?"
She nodded ... to hear his intentions put it words thrilled her as much as they shocker her ... they climbed to the bed ... his finger at once going to her wet vagina to frig her in the most lewdly expert fashion. She writhed and moaned under his ministrations. This time she did not have the excuse that she was drugged ... this time she wanted sex for the sheer pleasure it gave her, for sex itself, for the wanting needs of her lovely womanly body.
Twice that morning his thick seminal fluid mingled with her abundant orgasmic juices. When they got up from her bed the under sheet was damp with the sticky overspill of fuck-spend. When the old man had gone she intended to change the sheets ... then she had second thoughts ... as long as the stain dried she would leave the sheet on ... it would be a secret erotic thrill to her to be in bed with her husband that night knowing that the sheet upon which they lay was soiled with the semen of another man.
That night she induced Allan to make love to her. She wanted to be able to make a quick comparison with her climaxes. Alas, there was no comparison, Allan came far too soon for her ... she did not climax at all. Perhaps the sweaty odour of that dried sex juice on the sheet acted as an aphrodisiac for him ... perhaps it made him come quicker than usual. Whatever the reason, he did not satisfy her. She might have been less complacent and more angry had she known that Allan was keeping his eyes closed as they made love. He was trying to keep a mental picture of the sweet Miss Julie Banks in his mind as he fucked his wife ... it was the vivid imagination that he was inside that tight pratt of Julie Banks that made him ejaculate so quickly.
After the union they kissed lovingly ... they lay embracing as sleep eluded them. Allan Bowes could not get the tantalizing vision of those swaying buttocks of his young secretary ... the mental pictures of her strong young thighs and shapely legs encased in her flesh-hued tights out of his mind. Perhaps he had married too young ... perhaps he should have waited and played around with girls a lot more? No, that was not true, he loved Jill ... and she loved him. They would be true to one another ... he would soon get over his silent, secret infatuation with Miss Julie Banks. In the soft light from the curtained windows he looked into Jill's sweet face ... how lovely she was ... she was probably dreaming of that loving they had just enjoyed together. ...
It was, no doubt, as well that he could not read her mind ... Jill was finding sleep hard to get even though she lay with eyes closed, and breathed steadily ... her mind was confused with erotic thoughts of the huge rampant cock that had abused her on this very bed earlier in the day ... a lovely, massive, thick, pleasure giving cock. Funny, she could only think of her husband's sex organ by its respectable name ... a penis ... but when she thought about old Rupert's organ it was cock ... or prick ... strange the difference ... but she loved Allan. They made love together because of love. She had no affection for old Rupert Draper ... when she and he coupled it was for lustful pleasure ... for the baser instincts of the body ... he had taught her what a woman's need was ... and he seemed the only one to gratify that need.
Chapter Three
IT HAD ALL STARTED OUT MORE AS A POlite duty call than anything else. Jill was staying at her mother's for the night, as she did about once a fortnight, when Allan had the phone call. It was from the Draper house ... old Rupert Draper was inviting him over for a drink. It seemed that they knew Jill was away and he would be alone for the evening. It was a nice thought on their part ... Allan welcomed the chance to be with company rather than be alone and he had entered into the spirit of the drinking party with gusto. Ruth Draper was particularly friendly ... perhaps friendly was not the right word ... she was downright open and blatant in her cuddling and caressing of their guest. At first it embarrassed Allan to have old Draper in the same room watching them canoodling. Allan put it down to the drink, but as the evening went on he seemed to be the only one of the threesome to be affected by the continual flowing of the heady booze.
He was almost incapable of making the short walk to his own house down the road and he accepted the invitation of his laughing host and hostess to put up the night with them . even so he hardly bargained for what was to follow...
They all piled into the one bedroom ... all started to undress, whenever' he showed surprise or embarrassment it was old Rupert who coaxed him and encouraged him. All three were soon naked. It seemed incredible ... these respectable neighbours, the haughty Ruth Draper and her wealthy elderly husband, encouraging him to sleep with them. Young Allan hardly believed it was actually happening.
He saw Rupert hand to his wife a pair of black cylindrical objects. The older man grinned.
"I think you will like these my boy," he chuckled. "My wife is expert with them, aren't you, my pet?"
Allan was squatting on the edge of the large double bed. Ruth was beside him, suddenly she bent forward and took the head of his penis in her lips ... Allan gasped with surprise... and with great pleasure. Allan felt himself being gently pulled back to lay along the bed ... Ruth Draper was now climbing on the bed beside him ... she held one of the black objects in each hand ... the objects were about six inches in length, as rounded as a normal candle. She dipped her face to his loins again and sucked noisily and energetically on his now very stiffly rampant penis. Suddenly, she crushed her mouth further down the thickening shaft and gammed and plated as only a rare expert could. Allan had never been treated to this sampling of lust provoking technique before ... he felt his prick was going to stiffen to enormous proportions and be forced off his body ... his balls ached in a way they had never done for relief when he was with his lovely wife.
While her lips warmed and furiously aroused the genitals of their guest, Ruth Draper pressed her thumbs to the control switches of the cylindrical objects she gripped. The objects were battery operated vibrators. The low whirring sound that came from them as she switched them on could be heard by Allan, but he took no notice of it ... he did not know what caused the low sound ... he did not care ... not yet.
Ruth moved her mouth up and off from his prick head. She lowered her face to his testicles. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and pulled at the loose skin of his scrotum with her teeth, gradually she sucked one testicle globe into her mouth and then managed to suck in the other one as well. Allan looked down at her face ... he had never imagined what it would be like to have his balls taken into a woman's mouth. Slowly, haltingly, she was placing one palm to her cheek ... holding the humming vibrator to rest against her puffed out face ... the vibrator contacted one testicle through the fleshy cheek and all but shook him apart with the sudden shock of the vibrations. She kept the vibrator against her cheek ... making it massage his ball in a most intense, pleasurable way. It was a sensation he would never forget. She was moving the palm that compressed the humming vibrator to her cheek from side to side so that both his balls were vibrated.
"My ... God ... oheeeee ... my God," was all the young man could gasp. He felt her at last release his aching, throbbing, electrified testicles from her mouth. She was dribbling her wet warm saliva down the crack of his arse. Old Rupert was leaning over the bed thoroughly enjoying the lewd massagement his wife was providing for young Allan Bowes ... she was letting the vibrators massage the great wand of the young man's cock now, making him gasp for breath. Again, she returned her mouth to his cock ... she swallowed the bulbous crown of the glans, got her lips a good three parts down the shaft and then held the whirring vibrator to her throat,, compressing her flesh until the vibrations were carried through to his cock-glans. Immediately, he began to jerk ... he lost all self-control, lost all power to have any will at all. ... all he wanted to do was come ... to come and keep on coming. It would happen any moment ... any second. ...
She had lifted her face from him ... taken the vibrator away ... she had brought him to the brink and not let him go over. She did not want him to have his climax yet. As usual Ruth Draper was in complete charge. Her admiring husband watched her performance with relish and appreciation ... once they had this young man under their sexual power it would be so much easier to completely debauch his wife. ...
She waited until the nearness of his climax had subsided and then Ruth applied her mouth again to his penis head ... again she used the vibrator to her throat to give him these extreme thrills. She was bringing the second vibrator into play now. In her other hand she held it as one would a pointer ... she was aiming the whirring nose of the contraption along his crotch groove towards his anus. Slowly and with deliberate pressure, she brought the humming vibrator's head closer to the crinkled hole. Her husband watched her avidly. She was laying the vibrator lengthwise along and across the hole. He saw her press the control switch again ... this time to the second position ... the whirring became louder and far more intense ... the vibrations much stronger. Gently, she lifted the vibrator cylinder to bring the nose to the anus itself ... she probed gently and then used much force to get the forbidden cavern to relax under the stimulation of the vibrations. She looked up at her husband. Rupert nodded. She knew what that meant.
With one savage push she inserted the end of the vibrator into the rectum. Allan cried out. He was discovering that old Rupert didn't call these little vibrating cylinders his black devils for nothing. In and in Ruth pushed the object until only an inch still protruded from his anus ... six of the seven inches of the black vibrating cylinder were up inside Allan's back passage ... his body began to shake all over. The light vibrating massage against his cock in her mouth coupled with the far more intense vibrations deep in his rectum took hold of his entire body ... nothing, absolutely nothing had ever been as good as this. A great rumbling started in his belly... every blood vessel, every bone, every muscle, every inch of his being was being split, was exploding, was being enraptured in ecstasy. Rivers of hot sperm flooded into Ruth's waiting mouth. The vibrator up his bottom was still whirring and causing him to go through the movements of ejaculation long after he had been drained dry by the other vibrator and Ruth's lips.
With expert touch old Rupert fondled the young man's balls as if to make sure no more seminal fluid could possibly be forthcoming and then he slowly withdrew the anus filling from the panting, gasping, moaning young man.
Taking his twin black-devils with him Rupert went from the room to get his night's sleep in the spare room. He wanted young Allan Bowes to spend the rest of the night in the same bed as Mrs. Draper.
Now they had them both, Jill Bowes and her young handsome husband ... both had been taught that there was so much more to sex than the mild love making of their marital bed.
Chapter Four
ALLAN BOWES WAS GLAD THERE WAS plenty of drink ... not that it made it any better, not any more respectable, but it helped to relax him. He had been worried ever since the Drapers had invited. -him and Jill across for cocktails. After his last visit to their house, he dreaded taking Jill with him. And now, an hour or so after they had arrived, events were taking a very strange and disconcerting path.
The Drapers had a friend staying with them, a Marcus Draper, a distant relation of old Rupert. Marcus was about the same age as Rupert and while Ruth had been in constant companionship with Allan since they arrived it was old Marcus who had been looking after Jill, getting her drinks, lighting her cigarettes, the strange long thin reefer type that the Drapers seemed so fond of. And now, with only the dim intimate wall lights on in the lounge while they listened to a new batch of Indian long playing records on the hi-fi equipment, it was Ruth seated with Allan. Across the room, standing near to the expensive record player was old Marcus and Jill. Hovering about all over the place was Rupert.
Allan saw that Marcus had his arm about Jill's waist, she was clearly hazy and languid from the drinking and smoking ... she was leaning willingly against the old fellow. Allan felt Ruth take hold of his hands and squeeze them. "Look at Jill ... look at your wife, darling," she whispered. "I think she wants old Marcus to kiss her."
Allan was looking. He saw Jill lean harder towards the portly old fellow, saw her get her mouth up to his lips ... she had one hand to the back of his head as she kissed him long and strongly. God, what a way to behave. A few drinks, a few smokes and she was anxious to be kissed by an old devil like Marcus. Neither Ruth or Rupert seemed in the least surprised at the young woman's actions, rather they were amused. Allan was horrified and yet fascinated. He saw Jill lift her nyloned knee and rub it against the obvious bulge at the front of old Marcus's trouser front ... as she put her foot back to the floor she compressed his fat thigh in between her thighs and squeezed him in the most suggestive way.
"I think your little wifie has hot panties," Allan heard Ruth whisper to him. Rupert had turned off all but one of the little wall lights to give the ill-matched couple a feeling of more privacy ... a false feeling, of course, but Jill did not seem to be embarrassed or to care that there were others in the quiet lounge ... including her own husband.
She was clutching down at that great bulge of the old man's trousers with her coloured fingernails. Allan gasped as he saw her dive into the opened fly when she got the zipper down. She was gripping the base of the old swine's thick penis, getting the waving rod out from his trousers ... now she was caressing up and down the exposed stern.
"It feels good and thick ... and strong," Jill was murmuring softly.
"It can be made much bigger, darling, if you treat it right," the excited old randy horn replied as he clapped his hand full over her slender fingers and made her masturbate him more energetically.
Even from where they watched, Allan could see that the head of the prick his wife was handling was getting sticky ... pearls of wet fluid were soiling her slim fingers and making her palm slithery. The prong of man-flesh seemed such a great thing for her dainty hand to be molesting ... a strange deeply rooted sensation was making Allan get more and more excited ... he felt he wanted to see his pretty wife take that "horn" up between her legs. He knew from the way Jill was behaving and from the way he felt himself, the drinks they had been consuming must have been spiced with some sort of drug. Marcus lifted his palms to fondle Jill's breasts ... she was now more than willing and anxious to rub his cock. He was shaking now and again from the lustful arousal that sent shivers of desire through his body. He was kissing her wetly on the mouth, then his face slid down to slobber his saliva on her neck. Rupert Draper joined them to help get the dress more unfastened ... the two men soon had her bra undone, soon had her bra cups eased from the globes they protected. Greedily and noisily, Marcus suckled at the nude nipples. His lewd mouthal attention to her breasts had Jill writhing, had her sobbing, had her rotating her body in a licentious fashion.
"Does your wife ever come just from having her tits sucked?" Allan heard Ruth whisper to him as they embraced one another in the shadow of the comer of the room.
He shook his head. "I've never made her climax that way," he muttered. But from the way Jill was contorting it was clear she was not all that far away from a climax. Her hand was working steadily up and down on the now great cock of the old fellow. Her actions were more viable with pumping than rubbing. She dragged the loose foreskin high, then dragged it down ... high... then down ... high ... down.
Both men, Marcus and Rupert, as well as Ruth and Allan were watching Jill's grimacing face. Rupert was fondling her broad thighs now just up under her dress ... his large fingers clawing at the flesh through her stockings ... his hands reached higher up under the creased dress and his fingers stretched to reach and touch the Vee of her pulsating vulva. Jill gave a little gasp of pleasure. Allan and Ruth knew why.
"My husband is getting under her panties now, darling," Ruth whispered. "And he is making her want just one thing ... a good fucking, darling."
The firmly masturbated prick began to jerk madly as Jill became more excited from Rupert's fingering and so she frigged more frantically at Marcus' great tool.
"Do it ... do it to me, do it to me," she was mumbling, not making it clear if she was speaking to Marcus or Rupert. She was screwing herself down onto Rupert's probing fingers to get him right into her moist hungry pussy, but at the same time it was Marcus' prick she was rubbing and preparing.
Allan watched his wife being brought right "on-song." The way she was rotating and rooting her cunt on to that palm and fingers left no doubt that she wanted and needed something more satisfying than a frigging. She was babbling now ... snatches of words and phrases came from her lips but made little sense ... until suddenly she was shouting out the one word that was clear and full of meaning.
Marcus and Rupert quickly helped her get out of the rest of her clothing. Marcus, too, quickly disrobed down to his undervest and socks and then stood back from her. It was Rupert closer to her now, he was on his knees in front of her ... his hands parting her naked thighs ... his face pressing to her hairy grotto. He seemed to be trying to get his mouth and nose right up into her cuntal sleeve. The young wife almost collapsed in ecstasy ... never had she experienced such a wondrous pre-fucking session in all her life. Allan Bowes was beginning to grasp that when this party was over he would have nothing to fear about his wife finding out about his sexual play-happenings with the Drapers. It was so abundantly obvious that the Drapers had debauched both husband and wife. After this night neither would have sexual secrets from one another ... both would know their bodies at least, if not their minds, had been surrendered to the carnal desires of others.
Allan wanted to watch that thick pole of flesh that Marcus himself was rubbing while his friend prepared Jill with his mouth for the assault, but Ruth had other ideas. She was cock-hungry ... seeing the young woman so aroused made her know her own needs more acutely. She was dragging her young stud to her bedroom. He was to be a part of her for the rest of the night. Jill would be taken well cared for by both the older men. By morning she will have known the agony and the sheer ecstasy of having two lovers at once ... at having two insatiable pricks to keep her cunt filled. By morning Allan too would have been taught to appreciate the wiles of a woman older than himself ... to know just what pleasures a woman can provide with her mouth and anus as well as the more normal orifice.
Part Two, Chapter One
SHE HAD HESITATED ABOUT MENTIONing to her husband that A.G. had asked her to lunch. There had been just a chance he would have taken her to one of the restaurants that Jim used, then she would have wished she had not kept it a secret, but now as she settled down in the small booth of a small but expensive place off Regent Street with the ponderous body of fat Arnold Gruger beside her she knew that Jim would never come to this quiet, secluded sort of establishment. Now that she was certain she would not be seen she was glad she had not given her husband the slightest reason for thinking their elderly boss had invited her to lunch with him.
Judith and Jim Chasmin were both employed by the publishing firm of Gruger and Sons. Jim had been with the firm since before they were married, four years ago. At one time he had seemed set for quite an important place in the race for promotions, but for one reason or another, he had been passed over whenever a vacancy for a better paying position had to be filled.
Judith had joined the firm just three months ago, as a highly trained secretary she was made very welcome and with looks and a shapely body to go with her cool efficiency it was little wonder the directors, including old man Gruger himself, began to notice her. Her promotions came fast, she was already in the inner office, the room where only the most efficient and highly paid secretaries found their way, it was these women who dealt with the top men in the company, and so it had come to be that A.G., as old man Arnold Gruger was known to fellow directors and employees alike, had called upon Judith's secretarial abilities more than once. Now as she sat with him pressing close to her in this expensive little restaurant she suspected he was trying his arm at sampling more than her secretarial teachings. She did not move away when she felt his hand nearest her descend to her knee ... his hand was warm and very smooth against the sheer sleekness of her taut nylon stocking.
The waiter took their order and brought the pre-meal cocktails. She felt the hand slide a little higher above her knee, his fingers squeezed her flesh through the tantalizingly smooth hose. The attendant waiter brought refills for their glasses, there was no hurry to serve the actual meal.
A.G. laughed when he saw her looking at her small dainty wrist watch.
"Don't worry about the time my dear Mrs. Chasmin, I have informed the supervisor of the secretaries you will not be returning today. We have no cause to hurry."
His hand moved higher, his fingers kneaded with slow deliberation the flesh at the top o� her stocking, she drew in her breath, neither had made any mention of his wandering hand, she wondered how far she would let him go.
"I had a special reason for asking you to lunch with me, my dear," his voice was kindly, like a father figure she thought, well, compared to her twenty-four years of age, he was more a grandfatherly figure ... still ... he was an important man. She felt honoured in a strange way that out of all the good-looking girls employed by the firm he had asked her to lunch with him ... she had been the one that took this old man's fancy. Of course, he had a special reason for asking her out ... she knew that ... still, she knew when to call a halt to any advances that looked like getting out of hand. He went on. "It's about Jim Chasmin, your husband."
She tensed a little, she had not expected any mention of her husband to be brought into the conversation at a secretive little lunch date like this.
"My ... my husband?" she was puzzled. She felt the hot hand move to the area of naked flesh inches above the stocking top.
"Yes, he is in a spot of bother. I don't expect he has mentioned it to you, has he?" the old man was watching her face closely, the hand moved gently higher ... the fingers spreading like so many long legged spiders sampling the moist warm skin of her inner thighs.
She shook her head. "Jim has been quiet lately, I thought he was worried about something at the office but I knew he would tell me in his own time, if he wanted to. Is it serious then Mr. Gruger?"
"Call me A.G., my dear, everyone else does and using mister all the time makes our friendship seem distant, and I don't want it to be distant."
From the way his hand was feeling her up he was not letting their "friendship" be distant in any respect. She had that hand as high as she wanted it. She clamped her thighs together, his hand was compressed between them . . it was the most definite way of letting him know no higher without rejecting the hand altogether ... he could feel as far as that, just an inch or so above her hose ... no higher.
His tone changed, it was less kindly, more firm.
"You ask if it is serious, my dear," he told her. "It is indeed most serious ... for your husband. I have it on very good information that through his blabber mouth in a pub one lunchtime he lost us the chance of getting the publishing rights of a book I have been after for a long time. How he got his knowledge that I had already made an offer for the book I don't know." Judith saw him give a half smile at her, a smile that broke his serious expression for just a second, a smile that told her he suspected that she had mentioned it to her husband. She would have known about the offer, she worked in with the directors ... she might have mentioned it in a conversation to Jim without knowing that he would spout about it to all and sundry in a pub. A rival company had heard the news ... Gruger's had lost the book ... outbidded by a firm they had not rated as serious competitors for this particular book ... and it was all the fault of Jim ... blabber mouth Jim. A.G. pressed slightly harder to her side.
"Your husband was in breach of his contract with us by talking about the firm's business o! this private nature so stupidly, I could have him dismissed and with the knowledge in the trade why he was sacked he would find ii quite impossible to get another job in publishing, wouldn't he?"
Judith felt the hand wriggle against her tightly closed thighs. She relaxed them, opening her knees quite a lot under cover of the tablecloth ... she wanted to shrink away from that hot sweaty palm and the spreading fingers, but she forced herself to remain calm; forced herself to open her legs for the old man's wandering fingers.
It was as the waiter left the table after placing their fourth before-eating cocktail that Judith winced. The hand had reached its ultimate goal ... she was wearing a panty-girdle; sometimes she wore a pair of briefs beneath the girdle, not so today ... just the panty-girdle and that was all. It was easy for him to feel and trace her puffed vagina lips through the very thin scant fabric of the panty strap of the girdle.
"Naturally I am not a spiteful man," his voice was low, "I don't want to have to cause trouble for a nice young man like Jim Chasmin, but I have the firm to consider. The shareholders would not like us employing man who did not know when to keep h mouth shut, would they?"
She did not answer, she was colouring up, her cheeks were hot and she knew she was blushing, although she tried not to. His finger probed at her through her panty-piece. She kept her legs apart for him. As he looked into her face and their eyes met, the words tumbled from her lips. "You're a dirty old man."
Anger crossed his previously calm and placid face ... had she snapped her legs together and pushed his hand away it would have bee tantamount to getting her husband sacked that was for sure ... but she kept her thighs open ... well open for his probing fingers. His expression of anger passed ... he smiled s her.
"You are right ... right, so right, my dear, he chuckled.
He had to drag his hand down from under her skirt when at last the meal was served ... it was the most expensive lunch Judith had ever had ... the wines were costing more that Jim would have been willing, or able, to spend on an entire meal ... she felt happy and relaxed afterwards ... what a blessing she did not have to go back to the office.
She shouldn't have had any more to drink, but he was still giving her martinis after they arrived at the penthouse flat that was not so very far out from the West End. He didn't live here, she guessed that, this must be a little hideaway, a little secret love nest the old devil kept. He took her in his arms. They had not mentioned her husband since leaving the restaurant ... it was not necessary. She was beginning to understand the score, to know the play of this old lecher. She did not try to move her face as his lips covered her neatly lip sticked mouth. He hugged her to him so her breasts were compressed to his stout chest ... there seemed to be a mastery of strength about him that had been lacking in younger men who had embraced and kissed her. She opened her mouth to welcome his darting, prodding tongue ... it was wet and very thick. She felt his hand rove from her hip up to her breast ... gently he cupped her globe and fondled the budding nipple through the clothing. He stroked the tit, lifting it and lolling it in his palm in such a way that the sensual awakening within her made her wish he would rip the covering away and take the naked globe in his hand. The hand roved again ... with one arm round her waist his free hand dipped to fondle her thigh, his wrist and forearm under her shortish skirt. Her hands were at the back of his neck, it felt so much fatter than her husband's slim neck. The hair was crisper against the soft texture she was used to caressing on her husband's head. He was easing her slightly backwards along the divan on which they sat ... his hand moved up her thighs. This time, without hesitation, the fat fingers did not traverse the outside of the panty-girdle, they moved with deft flicks under the thin nylon. Lewdly he fingered her moist vagina ... his fingers probing and feeling ... he kissed her again ... she was panting and his tongue roamed as it wished to every part of her open mouth. ... God, he was making her feel naughty ... those fingers ... that tongue ... she had to urge herself to and fro against his hand, she had to ... the urge to move against him was too great for her to resist ... soon the movements had the unmistakable rhythm ... the age-old tempo.
He pulled away slightly from her, it was to get better use of his hands to undo the buttons of her pretty pale lemon blouse, she raised herself on her elbows, in this position she was able to wriggle her shoulders and help him take the blouse from her. His hot hands moved behind her to start to unhook the bra straps ... she felt the tight straps go limp ... the cups that held themselves so lovingly tight to her tit: relaxed. She heard him give a deep sigh as he lowered his face to her near bared orbs, his fingers brushed the cups further away. Old A.G. loved to get his face to a woman's tits while they were still warm from the confinement of a tightly fitting brassiere ... Judith's breasts were delightfully warm ... and sofa ... the nipples were stumpy buttons until he began to work on them with fingers and his mouth ... soon he had the twin peaks tipped with erotic spiked stems of crimson ... old A.G. knew how to stimulate titties.
Judith felt quivers all over, not only at her breasts where this randy old man was paying his homage. She nodded silently when he asked quietly, "Will you take all your clothes off, my dear?"
He too started to remove his clothes as she slowly unzipped her skirt and lowered it. By the time she was easing her panties down he was stripped nude ... she was startled and surprised at the growth of his manhood ... pleased at the body revealed. Fat yes, flabby yes, but so clean and strangely devoid of all hair ... his skin was white and fresh looking yet he must be all of sixty-five, she thought.
Elderly boss-young married secretary, they sat close together on the couch ... naked as the day they came into the bad wicked world. She watched his hand again cup her breasts ... there was nothing between his flesh and hers now, no blouse, no bra ... nothing ... his hand ... her tit. He kissed her mouth again. She had her eyes closed. Her hand descended towards his broad lap ... his penis jumped as she clasped it ... it was fat and firm ... as she gently rubbed it she felt the shaft grow, felt it swell and become more throbby to her palm. His other hand slid up between her bare thighs ... the damp loose flesh of her cunt was tantalized by his eager old fingers. He drew his mouth off hers long enough to ask "Would you tell me when you did it last, my dear? When did you have prick last?"
This was the very first obscene word, the first really nasty thing he had said. Instead of feeling shocked as she would have expected, Judith felt excited. The use of the word "prick" by this old man made her feel more aroused ... made her feel the need and desire to be really naughty. She wanted him to put his rod in her ... to use her ... to make her happy with sex.
She pulled his foreskin down well taut. The penis throbbed like, a wild thing.
"I think it was ... three nights ago," she replied. "Yes ... three nights ago."
"Your husband?" he muttered.
"Of course . .. who else," she was hasty to get this reply out. He was levering himself on top of her ... her hands held his strong cock ... guided it to her ... just a little manoeuvring and he was slipping it to her. "Oooooohhhhhhh," she panted as he drove it to her with one long lunge ... his heavy fat stomach bounced on her uplifted belly ... his hard rolls of fat, her soft, flat, fleshy tummy writhed together as one.
She raised her legs to get them over his back, she managed to lock her ankles, although his fatness made this difficult for her. He was gripping her shoulders, holding them tightly, thumping away between her spread thighs as if his life depended on the energy he used. He fetched her to her completeness far quicker than- Jim ever did ... not that she wanted to have her peak so soon, she just could not help it ... she clung to him, feeling her cunt muscles working like a feverish mouth on his rooting stem. He pounded several more times and then he too was reaching a far too soon orgasm. She felt his spurting lust filling her ... felt for the first time since she had been married the hot semen of another man drenching her womb ... the spurts were vicious and so hot ... she was sorry when-they subsided ... sorry when he fell on his side close to her ... his penis slipping loosely from the warm slithery folds of her cunt.
His eyes met hers as they both strived to get their breath back.
"It was quick ... too quick, wasn't it?" he muttered. "I was too eager to have you my dear, I've been after you for ages, ever since you came to the firm, in fact ... much too eager ... at my age I should be able to control myself better. ... I'll make it last next time. "
Her hands had dropped to his very limp tool.
"Next time?" She raised her eyebrows. They both laughed.
"I don't mean today my dear ... but there will be a next time." He paused, his hands slid to her very warm and very wet vagina entrance. His fingers gripped and splayed at the fleshy lips. "I want you to have plenty of cock. I want you to get more cock from other men than you get from your husband. The way you have behaved this afternoon has proved to me you love it. Several of my fellow directors have had their eyes on you, Mrs. Chasmin, and I want you to oblige them as willingly as you have done for me."
She lay with legs apart, his fingers were driving her mad with desire ... she wanted to come again ... his words excited her as well as+ shocked her ... all those other directors not one under the age of sixty ... they all wanted her? All lusted for her body? Even old Crookshank ... he must be eighty or more.
As though he read her thoughts A.G. went on. "Now you take old Crookshank, poor old devil, he never uses his penis now ... too much bother for him ... do you know, my dear, he uses his mouth ... sucks the women off. I've seen him bring a young woman off five or six times with his mouth to her cunt ... never tires, keeps on and on the old swine does, my dear ... sucks until he has the fanny drained ... he must have swallowed more girl come than any man, alive ... he reckons it keeps him going ... you must admit he is a remarkable man ... getting on for eighty-five, you know ... and still comes to the office three or so times a week."
Judith watched A.G. slither down the couch, he bent across her belly, his face to her triangle of wet hairs ... she gasped as his mouth touched her cunt itself ... cried out in desperate alarm as he drew in a long breath and in so doing sucked her cunt lips into his mouth ... kissing the fleshy outer labia in the same way he had kissed her mouth, he used his thick tongue as a penis ... fucking at her and at the same time chewing on the very thickly aroused clitoris button. She trembled ... put her feet flat on the couch and levered her crotch upwards harder to his face ... she sobbed with her newly awakened desire to come again ... she had to have another climax ... had to. His fingers dragged the lips crudely further apart ... his mouth was inside her, making her cunt contort ... the tiny rapid contractions became more intense ... she knew he must be able to sense them on his mouth ... he chewed and sucked harder ... this was it ... she was going to spend again. ...
Before she reached the summit he had taken his face from her. She opened her eyes long enough to see he was stiff and randy again ... his cock felt even larger as he gave it to her for the second time ... this time he showed perfect control ... it was a prolonged fucking. With seemingly magic powers he kept rigid long enough to make her reach her peak not once more, but twice. ... Three times that afternoon she had been fetched ... she had been brought off ... three times, and by a man so elderly and yet who was as powerful in his genitals as he was in the world of business.
Yes, it was just as well she had not told her husband of her lunch date with their boss ... just as well he had no inkling that she went out with A.G., even for a seemingly harmless lunch.
Jim might have wanted to know what had taken her so long to have lunch ... a young married woman does not usually take from one o'clock until nearly six for a quiet lunch with a man.
Judith Chasmin had been well fed in more ways than one ... well wined and fed at the small restaurant with expensive food ... well fed at the flat with thick prick.
Wily old A.G. knew what sort of feeding Judith Chasmin had enjoyed the most. The lovely young wife had adored the cock ... now he had made a start with her he could proceed with the eventual complete debauchment.
Chapter Two
IT WAS NOT OFTEN THAT A SECRETARY, no matter how important she might be to her firm, was taken home from the office in a Rolls. But that was precisely how Judith came home on the Friday afternoon following her first lunch date with A.G. on the previous Tuesday. With her in the Rolls was its owner, a Roger Clevedon, one of the youngest directors of the Gruger company. Youngest, but still nearing his sixties, Clevedon was a good-looking man, Judith felt proud to be sitting so close to him in the chauffeur driven car ... proud and safe for she knew Jim was being kept late at the office, A.G. had told her so himself ... he was keeping her husband busy on a report that had to be finished that night ... it was safe for her to be taken home by Roger Clevedon ... safe to go back to her house.
The way Clevedon had been kissing her and feeling up her legs in the car had aroused her by the time they reached her house. Once inside their kisses became more torrid. She had assumed that bringing this director home was what A.G. wanted her to do in order that he would not make any move against her husband regarding the "pub blabbing," and as she had not had any sex since the Tuesday with A.G., Judith was far from unhappy at the prospect of having this quiet robust and distinguished Roger Clevedon make love to her ... if he wanted her to go as far as that. ...
He left her in little doubt once their first kissing embrace ended He nodded towards the stairs.
"In your bedroom?" he raised his eyes up towards the landing, she felt embarrassed, but still, if he wanted to go to her bedroom, she might as well play along.
It was sort of strange having this man sit on the edge of the bed where she and Jim slept. She opened her blouse and reached up to unhook her bra ... he wanted to see her breasts the way he had been fondling them and nuzzling them during the ride back from the office left her in no doubt that he liked breasts. He too was undressing ... he lay on her bed, naked down to his socks by the time she had stripped for him ... he stared at her warm womanliness in the same eager avid way she stared at his aroused manhood ... each was ready for each other ... that was obvious. She had kept her nylons on and, as she wore a frilly suspender-belt instead of her girdle, today she was able to keep the hose taut and still have her cunt exposed for him to see and finger.
The way he held out his arms for her and remained on his back she knew he wanted her to be on top ... it would make a change anyway. She spread her stockinged legs on either side of his waist as she faced him. She saw him clutch at the very lowest part of his stiff penis to keep it still as she manoeuvred above him ... her lovely fleshy arse was a few inches above his lap ... both of them sighed as the contact was made. His dome was swollen ... so large and hot ... she liked to feel it spreading her cunny lips ... she leaned forward to get her mouth to his as the cock rode up into her depths ... she probed her tongue into his mouth in the same way his cock was probing up into her other "mouth." She enjoyed this new sensation of being the master ... of being on top, of being able to dictate the speed of their union.
"Do you ride your husband like this?" he muttered, his lips still to hers. "Or does he ride on top of you in the normal fashion?"
Strange how these men liked to get her to talk about her married sex life.
"No, he never lets me be on top like this," she replied, truthfully. "He has to be the one in charge."
She saw her new lover wince.
"I like you to be in charge of me," he murmured, his hands clutched at her stockinged legs just above her bent knees; then he felt the slick nylon that sheathed her legs up her broad thighs ... he was happy to feel her legs while she did all the movement ... he kept still, she rocked to and fro ... he lay almost motionless; she hoisted and fell on his raging pole. She leaned more forward changing her angle slightly so that she could rake her lolling naked breasts flush across his face ... his eager mouth tried to bite at the flesh, tried to clinch the nipples as she twisted and writhed. She liked teasing him in this way ... loved to see his changing expression ... his face perspiring as she worked him up towards his ultimate peak ... she felt the mastery of her body over his.
Riding on him in this way made his penis feel so long ... she was able to get it to ream deeper into her as she ground down at his stomach ... she found she attained a new pleasure from looking down her Vee to where the thick prick levered and disappeared into her body. Suddenly, his hands came up from her legs ... from her, her thighs ... he was clutching her round the waist ... gripping her in a firm merciless hold and his buttocks were working like a machine ... she knew she could not stop him from coming in her now even had she wanted to. She felt the hot flow of liquid, felt his organ swell and open to drench her ... and his iron-hard manliness began to crumble ... she had not come ... she was far from satisfied . ... he had come too soon and had not brought her off. She felt frustrated and disconsolate as she watched, him wiping his steaming penis on her discarded panties ... he smiled at her.
"My chauffeur is a strong young man ... shall I get him for you? I should like to watch you getting fucked ... do you fancy him, my dear?"
Desire within her was beginning to lessen ... she had let old Gruger have her because she was afraid of what he might do about her husband, the same reasoning was behind her willingness to let this Roger Clevedon have his way with her, but the suggestion that the chauffeur he brought into her act of sex was disgusting to her ... there was no justification for it ... the chauffeur had no claim on her no reason for her to degrade herself with yet another man. If she went with the chauffeur it would be-simply for her own gratification ... already she was not aroused any more, not enough for her to agree to have another man brought to her bedroom.
Clevedon was annoyed ... he had wanted to see this pretty woman having a good time with her legs open and the well built chauffeur getting his penis into her ... still, she had let him have her, that was what Gruger had said she would do. The boss had not mentioned any third party, Clevedon knew he could not force her to let the chauffeur make love to her. He would have to persuade her and she did not seem in any sort of mood now to be persuaded into any such depravity as to let herself get fucked while he watched her.
It was, however, with mixed feelings that Judith watched the big Rolls drive away. Now that she was denied the opportunity of having another man possess her, she felt she desired a man more than ever. Human nature being what it is, to have the sweets taken away makes one want them all the more.
She hoped old Gruger would not keep her husband too late at the office ... she needed him at home ... needed him badly.
Chapter Three
JIM CHASMIN WAS ALMOST TO TIRED TO respond to his wife's naked body ... it had been a long day, A.G. had been a hard task master ... nearly midnight by the time he had left the office ... and now, at last home and in bed, his wife seemed intent on luring him into a violent lovemaking session. She was usually more understanding when he was overtired, not so tonight, she was anxious, greedy for sex. He hadn't known her like this for a long time.
His hands caressed and stroked her body, she was leaning half across him, her naked lush breasts rubbing against his chest laid bare by his open pyjama jacket. She had one hand round his neck, her other hand toyed with his resentful penis ... her tongue was like a warm slithery snake in and out of his mouth. He didn't know what. had changed her into this eager wanton, most nights when he had to stay at the office so late she was too tired to stay awake for him. Something else was bothering him beside tiredness though ... he knew his lack of desire for her was not only through his physical tiredness ... it was a mental thing ... something that he had heard rumoured through the office ... that old man Gruger had been making a play for another of the secretaries in his private sector of the firm ... one of those secretaries was Judith ... and another rumour had linked Judith's name with Gruger's. Rumour had it she had been seen leaving the building with him for lunch one day and had not returned to the office at all ... even the lowest office boy in the firm knew what that meant ... old man Gruger didn't take pretty secretaries to lunch for nothing ... didn't allow them the rest of the day off unless it was to his own benefit and for his pleasure old man Gruger and Judith!
Jim had thought the idea too preposterous to be taken seriously; then he had heard the very same rumour from a different source ... and now Judith was behaving in quite a different way with him. She was never sexy like this, or very seldom, and never at this late hour ... never did she pester him for sex ... never, never before.
She had aroused him ... her soft fingers, her mouth to his lips, her probing tongue ... he was mounting her ... it was a series of actions that followed one another as night follows day. He was erected ... she was moist and ready for him ... he took her hard and swiftly ... now that he was randy the thought that she might have been with another man made him want to use her with a savagery she would not expect ... or like.
He heard her gasp, she moved with him, she was not wilting under his attack in the least bit, in fact her arms tightened about his neck and her long fingernails scratched his back as she got her hands under his flapping pyjama jacket.
The harder he worked at her the more she responded with her own upward thrusting ... the more he tried to hurt her with his cock the more she begged him to do it harder to her... it was a vicious circle ... he was hurting her, he must be, he was like a brute with her ... and yet she slobbered her wet lips to his sweating face and garbled her pleas for him to keep on and on.
The bed shook with a violence that it had never been put to take before ... in all their years of marriage never had they made love in this frantic way. They had not put out the bedside lamp and in the shaded glow he was able to look at her face ... so pretty and yet so grotesquely contorted now as her expressions of need and her lust crossed and re-crossed her strained features ... in his mind, he was picturing her looking just like this with another man on top of her ... of old man Gruger doing this to her.., making her need sex, making her crave for cock; making her deeply rooted hidden lusts come to the surface ... now he was getting the benefit of the arousing in her that had been started by another man. Instinctively, he knew that those rumours were true ... she was so different ... something must have happened ... wives don't change like this for no reason. ... Then the peak grew ... it was reached ... in perfect togetherness they attained the ultimate ecstasy ... for seconds the mind went blank ... suspended in air ... paradise ... then the sweet aftermath ... the happy contented slide to slumber. His last thought was perverse before he went to deep sleep ... whatever old man Gruger had done with Judith had certainly left its mark ... she was twice as good in bed now as ever before ... whatever had happened to make her sexy like this might never be known to him, but never had she been as good a lay as this, never had she, satisfied him so much, and this on a night when he was dog tired and hadn't wanted sex in the first place.
He did not want to ask her point blank about the rumours that connected her with Gruger ... he was afraid of the answers ... afraid she might lie ... or even worse, afraid she might tell the truth ... afraid she might tell him that the rumours were true ... that she and old man Gruger did have a closer relationship than boss and secretary.
With his balls drained so dry, his penis limp and his senses satiated even this loving husband could not fail to sleep well and long ... When he awoke in the morning the thought of the rumours did not seem so important ... he had another busy day ahead of him ... and tonight when he came home ... well ... he hoped that Judith would be like she had been last night ... randy and hot ... eager and ready for him. He looked forward to bedtime again as he had on their honeymoon ... he had a fresh interest in his lovely wife.
Chapter Four
JUDITH CHASMIN LOOKED AT THE COMpletely bald, stooped shouldered, aged man who beckoned her to the bed. This was the day she had been both looking forward to and dreading at the same time ... the day she had to visit the West End love-nest not to be greeted with the leering face of Gruger or the handsome features of Clevedon but by this horrid old devil ... this old Mr. Crookshank that she had heard so much about.
He was not beating about the bush. The moment she closed the door he was telling her what to do.
"Take off your clothing, my dear, and get on the bed." The orders were short and to the point.
She had come up here on the explicit orders from A.G. himself ... when Arnold Gruger told her she was to be at the Love-nest at three that afternoon she knew she had to be there ... and on time ... she would not be having any secretarial duties that afternoon ... that was certain ... she had other duties to perform ... sexual duties ... with old Crookshank .. the oldest director of them all.
Slowly she stripped down, even more slowly when she was down to her bra and panties ... only because of the way he moved menacingly towards her, a short length of rubber piping in his old hand, did she hurry to take off the last garments ... almost before she had settled her bottom on the bed he was crouching close to her ... before she could spread her legs to make herself comfortable his old bald head was between her thighs. She looked down at the moving, bobbing, bald pate ... God ... what A.G. had said was true ... this old swine did eat a woman ... he was chewing and licking at her genital flesh as if he wanted to swallow her cunt in one piece down his licentious throat. ...
"Ooooeeeeeeeooommmm!" she let the long drawn out exclamation ease from her pursed lips. The old devil knew how to get to the very soul of a woman through her cunt. She raised her knees more and kept them well apart ... he was slobbering at her thickly aroused stub of clitoris bone ... then she grimaced ... she whined ... he was chewing at the puffy sensitive lips of her cunt in a way that no one had ever done to her ... chewing ... licking ... actually biting her flesh to draw blood. ... By the time he drew his face up from her, the furry nest was awash with aroused mucous juice and dribbles of crimson blood ... then to her surprise, for she thought A.G. had implied that old Crookshank never used his penis on a girl, the old man was mounting her ... his cock was hard and long ... far from not being able to use his penis the old swine was using it in such a way that the young woman responded. God ... it felt good ... very good ... the penis was meaty ... very thickly fleshed around the centre bone. He pounded at her with it until she was groaning at the frictional contact on her inner cunt walls ... he was moving faster ... much faster. No one could have believed he was as old as he was ... he had the sexual energy of a young man ... he had his perspiring face to her breast ... had her nipple to his mouth ... sucking avidly and long at each globe peak until she wished he had two mouths to keep them suckled all the time ... but now the pleasure turned to pain ... he was savage ... he was biting her tits ... biting the tender nipples ... his cock was like a penetrating rod that kept her down on the bed ... she could not use her strength to try and get her tortured tits from his mouth range ... yet even as the pain in her chewed nipples began to get unbearable so the sweet ecstasy of the approaching orgasm took over her senses ... fierce shuddering tremors raced through her ... sexual climactically waves of sexuality made her become all atremble and, then, amid the ecstasy, the pain became worse ... never had her breasts ached so, never had the nipples been so close to being torn from the flesh. She saw his face ... as she looked down at her aching breasts ... he was like a maniac ... a sexual fiend, he was taking harsh fistfuls of her arse cheeks in his greedy palms and working her in tempo with his cock thrusts ... he was trying to get her to experience the heights of passion, of pleasure and also the depths of pain at the same time ... he was a pervert ... a vile sadistic pervert.
She screamed ... now in her subconscious mind she realized why this room had appeared to be soundproofed, why the walls were covered in that strange type of padding ... she screamed again ... never had she known a pain, an agony such as this as her nipple was almost sucked from her breast ... one hand came up from under her bottom ... he was gripping her slim throat ... now a further agony was given her ... the agony of trying to breathe. Her nipple was chewed with more savage intensity ... her throat was gripped almost to the suffocating point, and the hard penis rammed brutally up into her belly ... the old sadist was speeding up his rooting ... wild electric-like shocks reamed through her ... from her restricted throat, from her aching bitten breasts ... from her heavily shagged cunt ... from every part of her she was being brought to a peak that she had not known could exist. She knew from the swelling and the heat of his tool he was sure to be reaching his ultimate in a moment ... he was going to come in her ... she wanted to come with him ... wanted with all her body and soul to have the release and relief a wanton orgasm would provide ... yet she ached too much ... was too sore ... was in too much agony. His hand on her throat relaxed ... enough for her to speak a few words ... in fact only two words came from her contorting mouth ... they came time and time again:
She felt him pumping the heated thick fluid into her ... he was groaning ... not in pain as she was, but in sheer ecstatic pleasure ... and A.G. had said this old man could not use his cock ... he was filling her ... the spunk was never going to stop flowing ... and now, with the cock still spurting he was dragging himself off her ... not even letting his cock drain in her, making quite sure that she did not get her own release. ...
Oh God, dear God, how she wanted to have her own orgasm ... how badly she needed the release ... her need was worse than at any time of her life. He lay panting close to her, his cock had left a wet trail across her thigh ... she looked down at her tits ... both nipples were fiercely enlarged, both were a dull blue in their bruising, both streamed blood from the ugly teeth marks that appeared. She looked across at Crookshank as he staggered from the bed and went to the small cupboard at the side of the room ... from it he brought what looked like a replica of a large penis ... she saw, when he came back towards the bed, that it was in fact a rubber prick, hollow and with a harness attached ... she watched wide eyed as he eased his own member up into the hollow shaft and strapped the grotesque thing to,- his body ... it looked as though he had a massive penis ... it was flesh covered except for the domed head ... this was an unnatural crimson, a color that added to the lustful obscenity of the dummy prick ... she looked down spellbound as with both hands to her crotch he scooped up the messy mixture of his spent semen and her juices ... with the slime he smeared the head of the rubber monster until it was glistening and slithery. She began to feel hungry to feel it thrust up into her cunt ... this would make her come all right ... this would give her the fucking she so badly craved ... perhaps this sadistic old monster was not so bad after all, perhaps he was going to let her have the pleasure of being "done" with this massive imitation organ. ...
She still did not make much resistance when he rolled her over onto her belly, or when he hoisted her up onto her knees so she was in the all fours position ... she was going to be dog fucked ... going to take him up her cunt from the rear position. It would be good ... he would get further into her from that angle. It was when he started to smear her curt juices along her wet crease to her anus bud that she had the awful premonition of what he really intended to do to her ... she was horror struck ... to have that monstrous rubber attachment thrust up her bottom, it would kill her ... split her ... his cock would have been bad enough ... but the rubber attachment to his penis was longer, much thicker than his own tool ... than any tool. She screamed, he was pressing the dome of the slimed rubber prick at her anus. He was firm and without mercy for her ... she felt the tissue of her bottom hole parting, stretching ... giving way ... the most strange swelling sensation spread through her arse as the huge rubber cock was pushed through the restricting muscle ring and into the passage beyond. She soon found that her struggles made the pain worse ... she soon gave up screaming to him to stop . .. it was a blatant waste of breath ... he would not stop, wild horses would not stop the old sexual sadist ... he was going to brutally violate her bottom in as cruel and painful a way as he had chewed and violated her breasts. He wanted to kill her with the pain ... wanted to give her all the agony he could ... but, no . .. another sensation was there. ... She had almost fainted when she felt his hand to her cunt ... he was gently frigging her ... using both hands now ... ten fingers slurped and rubbed at her well spunked hole ... fingers massaged the sensitive clitty bud ... fingers masturbated her in the most frenzied of rubbings. She saw him reach further up the bed, he was groping under the pillows. When his hands came back into view he was holding another dummy penis ... this one was fat and long, no attempt had been made to shape its knob like the male penis ... it was simply a long cylinder of solid rubber. He thrust it up into her open gaping cunt ... now she was being used by two pricks ... both rubber imitations, but the artificial qualities of the cocks was their thickness and length ... and solidness ... the old man thrust at her hard ... with the prick strapped to his own penis and with the rubber length, he held in both his hands. ... She felt that the twin rubber shafts were tearing and destroying every membrane that might have been inside her ... destroying every particle of her femininity ... soiling her very soul in the sheer wicked vileness of what she was being made to experience.
Suddenly ... very suddenly ... she began to come ... a prolonged prolific orgasm wrenched itself right through her body ... never had she come like this, never with such force, never with such intensity, never in such abundance. ... God, it was the most excruciating pleasure she had ever known ... she was coming and still coming ... lights flashed in front of her eyes ... she knew she was blacking out ... fainting ... going from sheer ecstasy into another world. ...
Old Crookshank looked down at the still limp figure of this lovely girl ... he had done what he set out to do ... get her into this unconscious state from sheer lustful experience. He wished he had the nerve to continue to saw the two rubber cocks into her ... it would not take a lot more force to rip her membrane to shreds ... the thin slither of flesh that separated her vaginal passage from the rectum sheath into which the thick long rubber cock he wore was penetrating ... but to do that would cause her real harm. There would be trouble afterwards ... he could not inflict any more pain to her ... no more vileness ... he wondered just how she would explain to her husband her bruised and torn nipples? How she would conceal the pain she would feel in her arse for quite some days after this affair. Well, that was her problem. ...
He slowly eased the wet rubber cock from her bottom and then withdrew the rubber shaft from her very wet and hot cuntal tunnel ... both rubber spears were tinged with blood ... both showed the effects of the vile attack they had been used for on this young woman's lovely body.
When he carefully drew the hollow rubber penis up from his own organ he was not surprised to find that he was very hard and rampant again ... pity she had passed out ... he could have given it to her again. He still would ... not in her cunt ... not in her bottom ... not even in her lovely mouth. ... He would fill her ears, her nostrils ... quickly he wanked at his throbbing tool ... in a few moments he was close to the peak ... guiding the swollen head to her left ear he wanked harder to bring out the first flush of the semen ... quickly as the small ear overfilled he turned her face and got. his steaming prick head to her other ear ... this too he filled and then brutally pushed his jetting cock knob at her nostrils ... filling them both at the same time by forcing his penis head hard to the nose holes ... it seemed incredible a woman could take semen up there ... yet a lot of the wet slime was being lost from sight up her nostrils. The last few dribbles he let drain into his palms and then massaged her scalp with the wet hot juice so that her lovely head of hair stunk of the sexy odor of male ejaculated juice.
Never had a woman stunk of sex as much as Judith Chasmin did after her afternoon at the Love-nest with old sadistic Crookshank. It would take her more than a few baths to get. the smell of sex from her lovely hair and body ... her husband was to be left in no doubt whatever that the rumours he had heard about his wife going with other men was true ... he would be able to smell the evidence for himself. He would be able to lay with his lovely wife in their bed and inhale the genital odors from other males that emanated from his wife ... even her face would be impregnated with the vileness of her affairs with men like Crookshank.
Perhaps in some bizarre way such knowledge would add to Jim's own lust and desire for her ... if love was growing less for her, perhaps list would be increased ... perhaps a marriage between the two young folk would be improved if lust was taking over from love ... who could tell. ...
A.G. didn't know and didn't care... he had the lovely Judith Chasmin where he wanted her; under his thumb, at the mercy of his whims ... and willing to go with vile men like old balding Crookshank ... the sadistic member of the board of directors who controlled Arnold Gruger and Sons.
Chapter Five
JIM CHASMIN STARED MOODILY OUT OF the window. It was raining, the weather was in keeping with his own mood ... wretched. Never bad he rowed with Judith, in all their four years of being married they had not had one serious row ... until last night. Those breasts ... the lovely nipples he loved to fondle and suck ... she would not let him near them ... not near her body at any point, she had been energetic in her resolve to stop him even touching her ... he had had to find out why. ...
He had used force ... had stripped her ... and then wished he hadn't ... the sight of her horribly bruised breasts and the still uneven chewed lips of vaginal flesh would haunt him for the rest of his days. After such a disclosure she had had to tell him how it all happened ... how it had been that wicked old A.G. and his threats that had first got her to be unfaithful ... from the straight sex acts with A.G. and Clevedon to the perverse brutality of old Crookshank he had listened to the tale ... and to think his own loud mouth in a pub was the cause of all this ... his wife had done it to save him from the sack and disgrace ... even so he had bawled her out ... they had had the row of the century. Neither of them,had gone in to work today ... and just about an hour ago A.G. himself had come down to see what the trouble was ... as if he couldn't have guessed.
Jim looked at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand ... the check that A.G. had given him. ... "Just a little compensation, my boy," he had said. "Help you get that new car I hear you have been wanting."
Jim had been startled when first he took a close look at the check ... a thousand pounds . that was more cash he had ever accumulated in his life. A.G. had seemed to think that smoothed things over as far as he was concerned ... the old man was upstairs with Judith now, trying to get her over her tantrums and unhappiness ... trying to get her so she would not leave the firm, she was very efficient as well as being lovely ... A.G. as the business brain did not want to lose either Judith or her husband ... both were valuable to the firm.
Quietly Jim went upstairs ... it was quiet from the bedroom ... he wondered just how the old man was, getting on ... whether Judith was being persuaded to forget the dirty trick that had been pulled on her. ... Jim looked through the half open door. ... Judith was being persuaded all right ... and in the only way old A.G. could get to her. She lay on the bed ... her dress well up... her panties discarded ... in between her spread eagled thighs the head of the old man bobbed ... Judith's face was contorted in ecstasy as A.G. gave her the vast benefit of his experienced tongue. She had her hands tugging at his face, trying to get him to bury his mouth even deeper into her moist, open, vaginal gash. ...
She was under no threat now ... she was getting her kicks for the sheer pleasure of it ... she was letting A.G. taste her womanhood of her own free will. Jim gazed in from the doorway mesmerized by the lewd sight ... it was one thing to have mental pictures of men making love to Judith ... quite a different thing to see it happening right there in front of him, on their own bed. His stomach was in tight knots as he watched his elderly boss toying with the most intimate parts of Judith's lush body ... the way she was reacting to that greedy mouth at her genitals was lewd and depraved. Jim would never have believed his wife would be a party to such an act ... not of her own free will at any rate!
The old lecher was working her up to a fever pitch, Jim saw his wife's head lolling from side to side, saw her mouth drop open, her tongue wetly protruding ... he saw her eyes were lust filled ... he realized with a cold sweat breaking out all over him what old A.G. was getting her ready for ... the old man wanted to make love to her on her own marital bed!
When A.G. knelt up between her opened legs she reached forward to get her shaking hands to the front of his trousers ... it was but a few seconds before her trembling fingers had him unzipped ... she held his large thick penis in both hands ... almost with loving reverence she stroked the thick rod.
A.G. had his hands behind her head, gradually he was heaving the upper part of her body up and towards him, as she was pulled to a sitting position her face was but inches from that fearsome penis. Jim watched spellbound as she opened her mouth ... the hands pulled her forward the last few inches ... surely she would resist ... surely she would pull herself away from him ... but no ... greedily ... hungrily, her mouth closed over the turgid head of the old fellow's straining cock ... A.G. gripped her head ... he began to fuck ... the movements of copulation but instead of into that wet waiting slit between her lovely thighs she was using her sweet mouth as the receptacle for his cock ... and she was letting him ... helping him ... welcoming him in her throat.
Jim saw fluid dribbling from both ends of her stretched mouth ... he was not sure if it was saliva ... or pre-orgasm semen from the old man ... or a mixture of both ... but her mouth was overstuffed with cock so that any fluid was forced to find an outlet ... saliva or spunk ... from the speed that the cock was sawing in and out of her lips Jim was sure she was going to suck until the climax came from the old fellow's balls ... A.G. seemed intent on having his completion in her mouth ... it was at that moment they caught sight of him in the doorway. Judith gave a strangled gasp as A.G. eased back enough on his haunches for his cock to slide from her lips ... but the extra massage of her lips along his sensitized cock rim was enough to fetch him to the orgasm, while Jim watched horrified and shocked he saw the cock, just an inch away from his wife's mouth begin to spurt ... as the first wads hit her chin Judith opened her mouth wide and manoeuvred her face in direct line with the ejaculation ... even though she knew her husband was a witness to her depravity she did not care ... Jim saw the thick hot wads of creamy white spunk juice being spurted directly down her throat ... the thin quick spurts streamed from his massive cock head like milk from a cow's udder-teat ... Judith gulped and swallowed ... gulped and swallowed, even so a lot overflowed down her chin but this only gave some inkling of what a lot of the spewing slime must have been taken and swallowed by her in-this self-inflicted debasement with this old man.
If he'd had the guts and the nerve he would have gone in there and murdered the grinning old lecher there and then.
"Sorry you caught us like this, my boy," A.G. was muttering, "but can't be helped ... you can see I wasn't forcing your pretty wife to do anything she did not want to ... you could see for yourself she loves this sort of playing ... she loves having her cunt sucked and adores the taste of my semen ... now perhaps you can understand that even old Crookshank, wild man that he is, did not have to use any real force or persuasion to get your wife to tag along with his perversities. Her lovely breasts will soon get better and her bottom will provide you with some pleasure now that she has been broken in, won't it? I think you have come out of all this very well. A thousand quid and a wife who has been taught to love sex ... what more can a young man want from life. Come on, boy. Let me see you fuck her ... I like to watch a young couple and she is in need of a good. ..." The old man reeled across the bed, his hands to his face where the fists had landed ... the screaming of Judith, her cries for her husband not to be so silly ... and then darkness. ... A.G. had been punched into the pit of unconsciousness.
Chapter Six
IT HAD LOOKED ALL OVER ... ALL HER sacrifice to save her husband's job and his name in the publishing world had been in vain. His outburst of temper when he had brutally knocked out A.G. was enough to make the old man vindictive, enough to make him- dismiss Jim Chasmin with as bad and as black a reputation as he could.
It had been while she was bathing A.G.'s swollen eyes, and trying to soothe the ache in his near-fractured jaw that she pleaded with him. Jim had gone out ... angry and disgusted ... and also more than a little afraid of what the consequences might be. Please forgive the outburst ... try to understand his feelings ... overlook it ... just this once ... she had pleaded-and implored A.G. to show a little mercy to her husband. ... A.G. knew his hold over this young woman was getting stronger every moment ... she was begging him to overlook the assault, not to sack the young fool ... she'd do anything ... yes ... anything ... if he would be forgiving. ... A.G. intended to be forgiven ... at a price.
It was a price that Judith agreed to without any reservations, a price that Jim had to agree to as well ... to save his job and reputation ... to save the charge of assault ... to maintain the standard of living that he and Judith had come to enjoy and expect. Yes, Jim Chasms had to agree ... had to.
About two weeks later the price was being paid ... and paid in the same room when A.G. had been attacked by the enraged young husband ... in the Chasmin's own bedroom This time both A.G. and Jim were to be by-standers. Seated in chairs close to the bedside they watched Judith on the bed ... she was no being aroused, by an old lecher like A.G. the time ... with her on the bed, naked and fantastically strong and muscular, was the larges man either Jim or Judith had ever seen ... he would have made the greatest wrestler in the country wince at his size ... and while Jim and A.G. sat excited and spellbound they saw the naked giant crouch between Judiths' opened thighs, saw him with his massive face just an inch from her pulsating crotch flesh.
It had been the bizarre wish of A.G. that Jin had kissed, petted, fingered and generally touched up his wife so that by the time she lay, stripped and vulnerable, on the bed with the giant she would be in heat ... she certainly was ... three pairs of eyes watched her writhing sensually under the warm teasing breath of the man.
"Ooohhhhh" they heard her gasp ... they saw the man had his face touching her vaginal entrance, he was lewdly French kissing her cunt mouth with his lips and tongue, making her breathe heavily and then pant. Jim found himself leaning more forward, getting a closer look at another man making a feast of Judith's cunt flesh and hair ... when after a few moments the giant lifted his face from her hairy Vee it was seen she was very wet, very sticky, the mucous was warm, the steam could be seen rising from her well sucked hole. There was no doubt what she needed ... no doubt what she was going to get ... and who was going to give it to her.
When the man straightened up more, so that, although, he was- on his knees, the front of his body was shown to the other men, they gasped at the size of his weapon ... like a curved forearm with a huge bloated "plumhead" as its knob the penis looked far too forbidding, too large, too utterly fearsome for any woman to be able to take into her body ... yet Judith was also looking at the tremendous phallus and from her expression she lusted for it with all her being.
She ignored the closeness of A.G. and her own husband, her eyes feasted on the great prick and with urgent fervour she murmured: "Give it to me, please ... you are going to give it to me, aren't you? Please, hurry up, please ... do it now, do it now to me ... please."
In a hoarse whisper to the fascinated young husband A.G. leaned across and muttered: "He'll fuck her till she can't stand, my boy ... you ever seen a woman fucked into temporary paralysis. When he gets that up her womb she'll be unable to move, she'll be stuck to him. I've known him to stay stiff for about five hours before he let himself go. You can imagine how many times a woman can come during that time with that sort of cock stuffed into her belly. She'll be too sore to have cock for a month or so after she's had what he's going to give her."
Jim watched the hands of the giant grip Judith's legs behind her knees ... her legs were being pushed upwards, up and back ... back until her knees crushed down to her breasts ... the narrow, red and raw flesh of her slit was agape. ... She was ready ... the giant poised above her... his huge hands kept their grip on her knees, making her helpless and so open and exposed. She would not be able to move, not be able to avoid the savage thrust that was about to send his shaft deeply inside her.
The eyes of both men watching stared in disbelief as the fat long pole of throbbing cock flesh sank from sight ... in and in ... slowly yet surely Judith was sheathing the cock into her cunt. At the base -of the penis, which was almost to her hair lined lips, the shaft was as thick as a large man's wrist ... her vagina opening was stretched to the large oval to accommodate the enormous girth. She started to rotate her hips ... to jerk up at the giant's stomach ... it was not until he started the movements of copulation that she seemed to go taut ... she was numb ... rigidly still. Only the huge body of the man was heaving and tossing ... the great cock reamed to and fro ... the swelling across her belly indicated the depth and size of the organ penetrating her. ...
"There ... there boy," A.G. chuckled. "I told you ... he's got it in her womb ... the size of his dong has caused her nervous system to seize up ... until she comes she won't move ... he'll keep her still like that while he shags her ... only when he makes her climax will we see any movement from her ... one woman he had a few weeks ago couldn't move for about six hours after he'd spunked in her, But I think your wife was in too much need of the fucking to have a reaction as bad as that. Look, she loves it. . ... loves it ... loves it."
Never had Jim imagined a man could treat a woman in so brutal and unthinking a way as his own wife was being treated now. The giant was wickedly abusing her while the size of his embedded cock kept her his helpless prisoner. She seemed to be unable to move a muscle ... only twice had she shown the determination to move ... each time had been when she was forced to have her sexual orgasm ... and still the tireless insatiable cock rammed back and forth within her. ...
She would never be the same woman again ... no woman could be after this sort of vaginal treatment ... she was sobbing now and again ... bubbling with ecstasy at other times ... Jim had never seen anything like it ... there ... she was "off" again ... panting and clinging to the giant ... this was the third time ... a fourth and then a fifth was to be witnessed before the giant let himself "free" in her.
Later, when she regained some semblance of her senses Judith looked round the bedroom for her husband ... only the exhausted giant was still with her ... naked and petting her between her sore legs. It didn't make her feel any better disposed towards her erring husband when the giant told her: "A.G. and your hubby have gone off to find themselves some women ... watching you get laboured with me made them horny, my pet, and I told them I wouldn't be through with you for at least another twenty-four hours ... come on, pet ... I'm feeling horny again ... how about up that pretty arse of yours this time."
It was just too horrible an act to even have to think of it ... yet she knew that she was going to be abused in every known way before old A.G. reckoned she had atoned for her husband's misdeed. It was going to be the most bizarre, the most exciting and the most painful twenty-four hours of her life ... and to make matters worse, Jim was out with the old lecher looking for new women to vent their aroused lust upon.
She stroked the growing enormity that banged un against her buttocks ... what a prick ... she reckoned after twenty-four hours with this man she would never want Jim-back again ... never. A.G. could do what he liked to the young headstrong fool. She rolled over to face the grinning giant.
"Once more in my cunt, darling," she pleaded. "We've got all the time in the world haven't we ... you can use my bottom later ... fuck me again darling ... in my cunt ... oheeeeeeoouughhhmmmm."
She clung to him ... he was entering her again. ... How could she ever thank old A.G. enough for finding her this heaven on earth ... this utter paradise that she experienced when this giant probed her guts with his hot pole of vibrant flesh and bone. You find as many women as you like, Jim Chasmin. ... I've found the only man in the world for me. ...
Book 3
Make Her Depraved
Part One
The steady brain numbing beat of the bongo drums and the increasingly musky atmosphere caused by the smouldering herbs in the low bowls had the effect of lowering everyone's inhibitions to a point close to total surrender.
Certainly, Cindy was finding it easy to let herself go in this small basement room where less than twenty minutes ago she had been a reluctant member of this little group anxious to participate in the strange and evil rites of Black Magic. The shapely young woman was moving now in sensual rhythm to the beat-beat-beat-beat of the bongos as the group moved around the circle that had been drawn in broad chalk on the thick pile carpet of jet black that covered this basement floor from wall to wall.
Immediately behind her, moving in unison, was Steve ... he was the man responsible for bringing her here this evening. ... For many months he had been trying to get the very attractive Cindy to accompany him to one of his infamous Black Magic rites. He was many years her senior and was one of her bosses at the large importing firm for which she worked. She had at first been flattered by the attention she got from this important man and then when she was given the promotion that made her his own private secretary she knew that she had to stamp on his advances to her or she would be in too deep to get out. She was engaged to a fine young man who was employed as a driver with the same firm, and she knew he would be angry and terribly upset if he knew she was letting one of the older men flirt with her, but it was very difficult to stop this determined Steve without being downright rude to him ... and to be that would be as good as giving in her notice with the company. She had a good paying job, one that she liked, and as she and Johnny were saving to get married she did not want to risk losing this position ... therefore she had to play along carefully with her boss ... and then he had made the bargain with her ... she was to accompany him to one of his meetings of the cult that practiced Black Magic and after that he would leave her alone if she asked him to. ... Just one evening with him at the ritual ceremony and she would never be bothered with his attentions again ... it sounded like a good bargain ... she would be careful ... she would take no chances, she had heard about these so called Satan worshippers ... but what harm could come to her from just one meeting with the cult?
The bargain was settled ... tonight was the night ... after a slow start Steve saw that his very pretty initiate was getting more in the mood. She was swaying and bending, just like the others in this small circle moving around the tall robed central figure. The other women in the circle had opened their blouses, or those that wore dresses had them open at the neck ... they had their brassieres unhooked ... had them pulled from them ... their breasts swung free ... beautifully free. ... Incensed with the herbs that were causing a wild sensualness to overpower her usual prudish ideals, Cindy too, wanted her aching breasts to be free ... she did not try to stop the hands of the robed man who had been in the centre of their circle when he moved to her and opened her frock. ... His hands and the hands of Steve, who reached round her from behind, were easing her lovely white breastal orbs from her bra cups ... she felt free ... she felt exhilarated in a way she had seldom, if ever, felt before.
The beat of the drums grew more intense ... the women were letting the men strip them ... the robed figure and Steve were not moving too fast, but coaxing her ... soothing her ... getting Cindy to strip down her dress completely ... her suspender belt was unhooked and lowered, taking her nylons with it ... her panties too were slowly and gently eased down her thighs ... like the other women she was bare ... naked. ... The eyes of the robed leader as well as Steve's evil eyes feasted on her gleaming nudity that was illuminated amongst the shadows by the light given from the flickering tall candles.
The robed leader was opening his dark habit as he moved around the circle level with the gyrating and now naked Cindy. ... She stared in disbelief when she saw the genitals of this tall muscular man revealed to her ... he had his cloak open ... his penis, like a heavy length of rubber hosing drooped from his broad hairy loins ... he was not aroused ... not yet. ... The others in the circle, her Steve included, had backed away into the shadows of the side of the room ... only Cindy and the open robed Master remained circling around the broad white lane ... as he moved so his cock swayed and swung like a drooping pole. Cindy found she was unable to take her eyes from it ... it was getting harder ... it was not drooping nearly so much now ... he had been moving level with her in the circle ... now he indicated she was to halt. ... He drew her into the centre of the white drawn circle ... his hands on her shoulders indicated she was to kneel. She dropped to her knees obediently ... her head throbbed, she felt so dizzy ... it did not occur to her to do anything except obey. ...
The man shed his robe ... he was a hugely built man, not as young as she had at first thought, but very powerfully built. ... He was dropping to his knees behind her ... close to her, immediately behind her lovely buttocks. ... She felt his hands touch her flesh ... somewhere past the light given by the flickering candles the rest of this evening's coven were still and silent as they watched the new initiate with the Master. ...
His hands stroked her buttocks for several moments before he clawed at the soft fleshy hills and drew them apart ... she gave a low sobbing when she felt his hands move inwards and under her bottom. ... His thumbs were prising the wet moist flanges of her vagina lips apart ... suddenly she let out a moan that came from her very soul ... an expression of crazed sensual pleasure that her fianc�e had most certainly never heard her exude ... it was caused by the sudden dipping of the Mastees face down between her spread thighs ... his mouth had ranged up under her crotch ... his lips had kissed and then prodded in between her hot vaginal lips. He was kissing her cunt.
Cindy jerked from the degrading assault but his strong arms were around her hips now so that she could not move away ... she throbbed to the very core as his lips and tongue worshipped at her feminine shrine ... back in the shadows her boss watched and grinned happily. He knew what was likely to happen to the pretty initiate ... he knew how the Master of this Coven treated young pretty women when they came under his wing. Steve grinned lewdly ... the young bitch had not bargained on anything like this happening to her ... she would not have come if he paid her a thousand pounds if she had known she was going to be stripped. ... If she had known she was to be despoiled in this obscene fashion she would rather have died than offer herself ... but she was here ... and it was happening to her ... he saw her hips begin to move, to sway ... not in tempo to the ceaseless tattoo of the drums ... but from the randy urge that was being kindled within her by the Master's long thick tongue.
The randy Master was sending thrills through her body that she had never known before ... sensual spasms that shook her from head to toe as he jammed his tongue up into her vaginal passage.
Into the circle of candlelight came another figure ... one that had not played a visual part in the ceremony so far ... it was the Arch priest of the coven ... a man old and wizened ... a man on a par with the Master himself ... The little man was getting his hands under Cindy's shoulders, getting the old cracked palms under her swaying hanging titties. ... She felt him lifting them ... fondling; them ... she groaned in rut as his thin experienced fingers kneaded her nipples into firm hardness. ... Whilst the sucking of her hot inflamed vagina proceeded so her tits were massaged and drawn down until they all but touched the carpet below her.
It was when she saw the aged man kneeling in front of her, his lean skinny body as naked as the Master's and her own, that she really became aware of his presence.
He was skinning his thin but long prick right there in front of her face as she looked ahead of her on the .all-fours position ... from the way he was cupping her chin and arching his loins it was clear what he wanted to do. ...
The thought made her want to vomit ... but his hands were holding her face ... he was jabbing the hot cock head against her lip sticked mouth ... she gasped in disgust . ... His. cock ranged into her slightly opened mouth as soon as he saw his chance ... for the first time in her life she felt and tasted the sexy pungent foulness of a male penis in her mouth ... she closed her eyes ... that tongue was sending her crazy with desire down there at her, cunt . . and this horrid little old man was holding her face so cruelly he was making her slide her lips up and down that long, thin, hot cock-stem.
From the shadows Steve watched with excited, bulging eyes at his pretty secretary being forced to use her sweet mouth on the aged prick. He saw she was trying to salivate as much as possible to make the taste of the glans itself less horrid ... her saliva was dribbling from her pretty lips as she sucked and nibbled at the sexual organ ... suddenly the intense heat in her cunt that was being inflamed by the very experienced tongue of the Master was making her use her own lips more avidly on the cock of the Arch priest ... she was sucking at him greedily ... bitterly ashamed at her actions ... that she should be doing this to any man was bad enough ... but to a horrid decrepit man such as this made her foul act all the more awful for her.
She realized with dismay and shame that somewhere behind those tall candles, hidden with the others in the shadows, was Steve ... the man who had induced her to come to this basement of evil. He was watching her use her mouth in this terrible way on the old man ... and then, as her own climax began to draw near she did not think about Steve ... she did not think about her fianc�e ... she was able to think of nothing save the slow approach towards ecstasy. ... She sucked harder on the old, old man's tool as the tongue in her vagina began to send her crazy with desiring rut ... she knew that if she kept on like this the long hard cock would be spewing out its filth into her throat. ...
This was something that Steve had been waiting and longing to witness ... the haughty, extremely pretty Miss Cindy being debauched ... watching her use her sweet mouth to suck off their Arch-Driest. ...
Then the cock was erupting ... the old man was wheezing ... gasping for breath ... Cindy was gasping for breath as well ... gasping to prevent herself from choking as she was compelled to swallow the hot juice ... her mouth filled again and again with the hot roe ... filled and she swallowed ... filled again ... she swallowed again. The pungent taste of his seminal flow seemed so all-powerful she thought she would never be able to taste anything else again ... and then he had finished. The still long, but limp, penis slipped from her mouth ... breathing heavily the arch-priest got to his short legs and waddled to where the Master had his face still to her hot cunt. ...
"Leave her with your mouth," the old man muttered to the more stalwart Master. "She must be consummated ... you must copulate with her while she is in need of cock ... she is not married so she will not be so aware of her need as most of our female cultists ... you must teach her what she wants ... show her what her body is craving for Master."
She felt she had been deprived of all that made life worth living when the hot mouth and tongue that had been goosing her lifted away from her hot, wet gash. She had heard what the old man said ... she knew what he was implying ... she was going to have to be subjected to a physical union with this man who had been thrilling her so much with his mouth. ... He was a stranger to her ... a complete stranger ... and yet she had the desire within her to let him abuse her body ... she wanted to be joined with him. ... He was clambering onto her back and lifted buttocks like a dog mounting a bitch ... The hands of the older man were reaching beneath her cunt to grasp and guide the thick hard penis that was threatening to jab her up into the air with its impatient strength. ... She wanted that hard throbbing shaft to enter her ... to be guided to her cuntal channel ... she was not going to be disappointed.
A long drawn out moan came from her as he slowly drove up into her hot, greedy pit. Steve saw his pretty secretary being fucked doggy fashion by the brutish Master ... he might have taken her out a hundred times and never be allowed this pleasure with her ... but here in the Black Satanic basement she had been induced to take a man without any trouble ... with no delay ... been persuaded to want the man ... to want to be fucked. Steven wondered what her fianc�e would think if he could see his precious wife-to-be at this moment ... she was more like a wanton bride of Satan.
Part Two
Now the priest was naked ... his flowing robe flung aside to the back of the altar. Steve was also getting out of his clothing as soon as he saw the indication come from the naked priest. ... He looked down at his naked niece as she lay strapped to the altar top ... his hand shook as he took from the High Priestess, who was in close attendance, the mock penis. He stirred the hairy knob of the strange masturbatory device around the small entrance to the girl's vagina.
A hushed silence came over the kneeling congregation as the priest unstrapped the hapless girl ... he climbed onto the altar top with her and lay her on her side ... he wrapped his strong arms round her and then rolled so that he was on his back, the naked girl on top of him, his penis rearing up between her thighs.
Now her uncle was getting onto the altar as well. He was climbing between her lovely -white legs ... she looked round at him but the fingers of the Priest gripped her dainty chin and made her turn her face back to his. ...
At this moment a third man stepped from the congregation and come to the altar ... he stood at the head of the oblong altar, close to the girl's head ... he opened his robing and leaned forward so that his penis could be captured by her unwilling mouth. ... This third man was cowled as well as robed and she could not see his features ... it was as well perhaps ... for it was her own father ... a member, like her uncle, his brother, of this evil cult.
Her uncle was playing with his penis ... it was not a large affair, he was not a young man by a long way and had led a long life of depravity which made it difficult for him to be quickly aroused now that he was old.
Young Susan was gagging on her father's tool ... in her befuddled and drugged state she was doing what came more or less instinctively to her ... she was sucking on the penis that filled her pretty mouth to such capacity. ... Behind her, her uncle was stiff enough to try and insert his cock into her tight little anus ... when he had the knob buried between the puckered, lipped hole entrance he drove into her ... from the kneeling folk came murmurs of lustful admiration and appreciation ... the pretty girl was getting the sect-member's cock up her dainty arse. ...
Beneath her they saw the priest trying to guide his penis to her vagina ... he was going to try and give her a second dose of cock. ... Now she was a white writhing helpless body sandwiched between the three men ... her delicate frame taking all three penises ... her uncle's in her rectum ... her father's in her mouth ... and the massive shaft of the priest in the correct place ... her tight, little cunt hole.
The three male bodies were jerking ... shoving and lurching at her from different angles ... it was indicative of the lust that was being invoked in her inexperienced body by the way she sucked avidly at the penis in her mouth. ... She was not able to see the face beneath the cowl; she was not to know it was her own father who was a member of this vile sect that was debauching her innocence.
The pain and agony that the young girl had felt when first she had been penetrated was fast getting less ... in its place was a new and sensual awakening ... a female desiring hotness. ... The cult-leader knew what their young Miss Innocence was going through ... he knew that her drugged mind was able to think of but one thing ... cock. She was only eighteen ... but she was taking three pricks at once ... she was possessed in insaneness ... she was able only to comprehend one thing -- cock.
Her young hips began to shift about ... she began to help with the massagement of the cock in her cunt and arse by writhing and pushing herself back and forth.
It was clear to all the perverts watching the lewd orgy on the altar that the girl was a willing partner now ... she was as sexually greedy as the three vile men using her ... she was humping and heaving as the two men rode her body and the third, her father, abused her pretty lips.
Heavy lust-crazed breathing filled the small cellar ... the men were like wild animals crazed with rutting desire with their victim and the girl was little better. Her father was leaning well forward and getting his face to her belly ... biting the tender flesh and drawing blood. ... The priest was grabbing at her tits, and massaging them with a fierce cruelness ... her young breasts were swollen, the nipples hard as flint and crimson. ...
The priest exchanged a glance with her uncle, then looked back up at her father ... all three men were' close to their climax ... all three had to erupt together to bring this ceremony to its ultimate close. ...
Two or three moments later young Susan felt the seminal flow wetting her body ... first, just by a few seconds was her uncle, he was hotly spraying up into her bowels'... next, the priest was spunking into her womb ... and finally the hot flooding came into her pretty mouth as the third male reached his peak of spunking and the infamous foursome on the altar was finally consummating.
* * *
Johnny was far from happy at the state of his romance with lovely Cindy. They were engaged; that was fine as far as it went, but she was changing, she no longer seemed to be so eager to go out with him, now he had to ask her several times for a date ... it was not right for a young man and his fianc�e not to have a better understanding than that. She was still the same cold, stand-offish girl when it came to petting ... she never let him go too far, but he respected her for that ... it meant at least that he was getting a pure and virgin bride when, at last, they married. ...
But Johnny was not happy about the affair at all. He wondered if Steve could help him. The boss was always telling the employees that if they had any problems they were to go and see him ... he would help and advise if he could ... and after all Steve was Cindy's boss ... he would know what sort of girl she was ... and he might be able to offer some advice. Johnny didn't want to go persuading her to marry him if it was not likely to work out happily for them both. Perhaps the older and more worldly wise Steven would advise them to wait ... to put off the wedding that they had planned for next Spring. Yes, that's what he would do ... he would go and see Steve.
The young man booked in early one afternoon, after his driving duties for the firm, and asked for an appointment with the boss. He was shown into the important man's office, told to wait ... he would not be long.
Curiosity killed the cat they say ... certainly curiosity was nearly the reason for a tragedy as Johnny waited impatiently in the office. On the desk was a folder. Idly he turned it so he could read the writing on its front cover. ... "New Basic Wages for Drivers" he read. He hadn't been aware that any new wage structure was being set up ... he was curious . . he opened the folder. He froze to the spot; the folder did not contain papers of figures relating to wages for him and the other drivers in the firm ... it contained photographs, small, neatly pasted-in prints, about a dozen to the page. He had to look more closely at them to really see the details, although event the outline was enough for him to see that the photos were obscene ... they seemed to depict some sort of ceremony. An altar was in the background; naked men and women were shown prancing round. ... Other small prints showed a woman on the altar ... showed men doing all manner of terribly wicked and vile things to her ... there was the man who was his fianc�e's immediate boss. A dread filled the young man, supposing this man had ensnared Cindy into this sort of ritual sex ... supposing ... Johnny did not like to think any further. ...
He heard footsteps outside the door ... quickly he closed the folder, stepped back from the desk as the door opened and one of the older managers came into the office.
"I'm sorry Brent," he said. "Steve will not be back today ... he is at his place in the country and will not be returning to the office today. Can I help you?"
Johnny shook his head ... he felt sick; felt numb. "No, no thanks ... I'll see him another day," he mumbled as he left the office. Steve was down at his place in the country ... and Cindy was supposed to be out with him on business for the company. She was to be his secretary at a business conference that day ... now it appeared there was no conference. He was at the country house ... and Cindy was not in the office so ... so ... Johnny did not like to think of it ... but it seemed likely, or at least possible, that Cindy was with Steve at the country house. ...
There was only one thing he could do ... he had to pay a visit to that country mansion where the wealthy man spent a lot of his weekends and spare time. Johnny knew where it was. It would take him an hour to get down there if he took one of the firm's vehicles ... he would take a chance ... no one would suspect him when he drove out of the gates ... he was a driver ... they would think he had a late delivery to make.
* * *
In the large room at the back of Steve's country mansion the drapes were drawn across the tall windows. The room was warn, heated not only by the twin fuel burning braziers but by an elaborate central heating installation.
This particular room was lit by many tall candles that flickered quite eerily around a mock altar similar to the one used at the Black Magic ceremonies in London. In front of the altar about six feet away was a metal and wooden armchair fashioned like a throne, it faced the altar, and was occupied by Steve. Between him and the altar was his young, pretty secretary ... she was drugged to a pitch of animal sexuality. ... The old fellow was getting a terrific kick from watching this young lady masturbating herself shamelessly ... her slim white hand was pumping away for dear life at the open pouting lips of her vagina ... she was moaning as the pleasure and heat of this wild self-abuse increased ... her other hand was massaging her breasts.
Steve leaned forward and gripped her wrist ... making her jerk herself faster. ... Her fingers slid and slithered in and out of the slimy hole of her cunt as his strong fingers wound round her slim wrist. ... "That's good isn't it Cindy ... very good my honey?" he taunted her to do it faster. "Faster ... make yourself come for me. I like to see you coming ... do it ... faster ... toss yourself faster for me, Cindy."
Her knees bent and her thighs widened apart more, as she groaned and writhed as she frigged herself in this half-standing, half crouching pose.
He had brought her a long way along the path of depravity since her first initiation at the Cult meeting. ... The nearness of that mock altar behind her and the flickering candles must remind her of the Black Satanic gathering. ... This jolt to her memory together with the drugs he had injected in her was making her like this ... he was inducing her to sexual madness.
She looked at him with staring, wide-open eyes. "They're ... they're fucking me ... fucking me ... they are all wanting to fuck me," she babbled. He knew her brain was back at the Black Magic ceremonies ... at the last one she had attended with him ... when so many of the cult members had possessed her body.
"Yes, yes, tell me more ... tell me all about it, Cindy, dear," he softly coaxed her.
"They all want to fuck me ... like you want to fuck me ... like all men want to fuck me. ... I want them to ... I want to be fucked. I want to be ... fucked ... fucked ... fucked!"
A strong, sexy, musky odour filled the room, large as it was and Steve knew she was in heat now in a way that even at the Satanic rituals she had not been as hot as this ... that was a mighty powerful drug he used on her. He let go of her wrist ... she was now frigging as hard as she could ... she did not need any help from him ... she must surely be ready for her orgasm soon.
She was looking straight at him but not seemingly seeing him at all. Her eyes were wide open and yet unseeing ... her hand massaged her breasts while she self-abused her cunt to a pitch of pain as well as supreme pleasure.
"Fucking me. They all want to fuck me. Big cocks ... everywhere ... in my mouth -- big " cocks ... ohhhheeeeeeooo ... fuck ... ohhgghheeeeoo. ... Fuck!"
Her body was convulsing down into a crouching ball ... then rearing upwards, every limb, every muscle stretched taut. ... He knew the signs ... again she crouched ... again she stretched ... again and again ... then she went perfectly taut and stiff and stayed like that for several seconds. ... She was coming; a long delicately poised orgasm was making her leave this world for paradise ... just for a few moments, but long enough to make her the willing sexual slave of this evil man. ... He knew how to have her body transported to heaven ... knew how he could control her emotions ... how he could control her physical needs ... her feminine wants were for him to arouse and then gratify, in his own way.
Neither heard the vehicle draw up the driveway of the mansion. The footsteps that moved around the house were all but silent as Johnny Brent looked for a likely way of gaining entry to the place.
Old Steven was not such a fool that he left the place open for any marauder to break his way in ... he had burglar traps ... not alarms but traps ... it was several hours later, after he had fucked young sex-crazed Cindy twice, that he made his usual rounds of the traps. In one of these, lying stunned and unconscious at the bottom of a six foot drop, was Johnny Brent ... he had stepped into a trap, had fallen into the pit beneath, knocking himself out. Steve rubbed his hands with pleasurable anticipation ... this young driver, the fianc� of his latest victim brought down to the country house, was going to provide a lot of pleasure for him.
He took the young man to one of the basement cells; strapped him to a metal bed frame and then went off to make a phone call.
Zelda Whitestani was going to be pleased to hear his news ... there was nothing she liked better than to have a too inquisitive male to punish ... and no one could say that young Johnny Brent was not being too nosy. ... He had no right to come snooping around the grounds of the wealthy Steven's mansion had he? Now he must pay for his trespasses.
* * *
Johnny hardly believed his eyes when, several hours after he had come to his numbed senses and found himself strapped to an iron bed frame, a very attractive woman, in her late thirties, came to the cell.
She ignored all his questions. She told him that if he ever wanted to see daylight again, let alone his fianc�e, he must do exactly as he was told ... and she was going to do the commanding.
Through the peep-holes of the cell walls Steven was watching and preparing to enjoy the lewd bizarre spectacle that was going to take place in this basement cell of his. Zelda Whitestani had come as soon as he phoned and told her he had a man who was to be punished. With her was her friend, a woman of equally bizarre masochistic and sadistic tendencies as Zelda herself. The two women were in the cell now with the young man ... they were about to give him his punishment.
Zelda was taking off her blouse and letting him see her jutting breasts. Her large nipples jutted out proudly and with sensual tautness ... she was stripping in front of the ogling young man. ... She was naked in front of him ... a gorgeous mature woman.
Steve knew that the young man would be comparing, mentally at least, this woman's body with the more youthful and less well developed body of his Cindy. He. knew that however much this young man loved his fianc�e he could not fail to feel a desire for this tantalizingly naked lovely example of mature womanhood.
Zelda was leaning over him, snuggling her large swaying tits against his face ... But every time he tried to open his mouth to take one of the large elongated nipples into his lips she teasingly lifted away from him. Her friend, Ruta, stood close to the bed lower down. She held a vicious looking whip in her beautifully manicured hand.
When Zelda moved away from the bed it was to take from the closet near the door a leather and rubberized dildo. She strapped the grotesque, obscene contraption to her lovely womanly loins. ... Meanwhile, under threat of the whip and frightened to disobey for fear he might never get out of this vile place alive and be able to save Cindy, Johnny after he was unstrapped, took all his clothes off ... and then knelt on the bed while the dildo-strapped woman got close behind him.
Cleverly and deftly, the rubber penis was inserted into his anus ... Zelda was a strong well-built woman ... she hurt him, she meant to hurt him ... she knew that the watching Steve wanted this young rip hurt. Johnny felt the insertion; he groaned in pain ... her large fleshy breasts were brushing and thrilling his back as she leaned against him ... faster and with more force she attacked his rectum, driving the false cock up into him and making him arch and shudder from her wildly erotic lunges at his backside.
For several minutes this abuse went on. ... Then, to his relief, he felt the penis being pulled back and out of him ... he ached ... he knew he had bled ... the thing had been so large ... and she had used such blatant force. ...
He collapsed back on to the bed ... he was on his back, puffing and panting, his hands beneath him trying to rub and ease the pain from his rear hole ... in the desperate need to get some sort of soothing ease from his pain he rolled over on to his stomach to take the weight off his bottom. ...
Now it was Ruta, as naked as her friend, who approached him ... she crouched on the bed, right in front of his head ... she opened her long legs and arched them over his shoulders ... this brought her hairy vagina in line with his face ... her hands, so white and delicate wandered over his shoulders and the top of his naked back and then she was reaching further down and getting her hands to his buttocks. ... She clawed at the cheeks with her long, painted fingernails and then he felt a most terrible pain. ... Zelda had strapped on a different dildo ... this was even a more grotesquely thick and longer prick than the previous false cock she had worn. It reamed into his rectum while the hands of the other girl held the cheeks open and brutally apart for the abuse.
This time while he was being sodomized by the leather and rubber cock Johnny felt his face being drawn to the damp sexy, smelling cunt hole of the woman seated in front of him.
"Lick her ... lick her!" The shrill order came from Zelda as she "fucked" his bottom. He started to do as she told him ... licking and tasting the sex juices of this other randy woman. ... Zelda soon got exhausted from her actioning on his rump ... when she withdrew and unstrapped the fiendish device from her naked hips she lay down, near her friend. Now Johnny had two hot damp cunts to give his attention to.
Both women had his face in turns ... both kept him licking and sucking at their fleshy wet, hot holes until they had their spend; his face was glistening and soiled with the womens' love dew.
"Now you can tell me what you were doing snooping around here," Zelda asked him as they lay all three of them on the narrow bed, their naked bodies embracing one another, the two women exhausted, for the moment, from their licked off orgasms ... and Johnny too frightened to put up any sort of fight against them, even if they were now less violent.
He told them about his fianc�e. ... He was angry when they laughed at him. ... "I expect your girl friend came down here to worship." Zelda chuckled.
"To worship?" he was puzzled. "What do you mean ... to worship?"
"It is the oldest and most powerful form of worship the world has ever known, young man," Zelda went on.
"The worship of the sexual organs, dear boy," her friend butted in.
"But ... but Cindy was never a very sexy girl," he muttered. "She is a good girl, she has never even let me make love to her yet and we are to be married next Spring."
"You poor boy, poor, poor boy." The woman chuckled and embraced him more closely. "You have so much to learn about women ... and about sex. I think it is a good thing you did come down here looking for your girl ... although, if you are not a good boy and do as we say you will never see her again."
Again there was that note of ruthlessness in her voice; this was when she frightened the young man ... she was so full of authority ... he had never known a woman like her ... and her friend Ruta was almost as formidable.
"What? What do you want me to do now?" he asked nervously ... "I will do what you ask, but I must find Cindy ... do you think she is here ... is she in this house somewhere? And where is Steve ... I know he must be here somewhere. His car is in the drive. I saw it when I arrived."
Steven was indeed there. Very close to the room, still peeping in through the spy holes in the wall. He was pleased when he saw Zelda get up from the bed and take from the cupboard a small wooden box ... in that box he knew were the torture needles.
On the bed Ruta was handling and keeping fiercely erect the young man's penis, being embraced and fondled by two naked, voluptuous females had given him the hardest beat of his life. Zelda opened the needle box and handed one to Ruta. Johnny looked at the long slim instrument in wonderment ... he now knew to what use it was to be put ... yet. ...
Ruta took aim and slowly gorged the ultra sharp point of the long needle into his chest just a fraction below his nipple. Ruta was handed a second needle; this was inserted into his other nipple ... two more pin-sharp needles were inserted into his belly flesh ... then two more, one on each side of his groin ... and then a final needle was used by Zelda herself ... it was thrust cruelly down into his erect penis. ...
Johnny was sure he was going to faint from the agony ... he screamed out ... then he felt the needle in his cock being worked up and down ... the needles in his nipples were being twisted ...-and then he was climaxing ... a climax brought on by intense pain ... his thick spunk jetted up from his hugely erect cock ... even the needle insertion did not stop the flow. Zelda was letting the spunk wash her face ... then when she was saturated with his spend she leaned down to get her face to his balls ... she sucked avidly whilst continuing to pump the needle further down into his prick ... down and down ... he knew he would die ... this must kill him surely ... but instead of the pangs of death he was getting the spasms of ecstasy again ... he was coming, yet again ... this time it was the face of Ruta hovering about above his spurting cock ... she was opening her mouth ... drinking his male juice. ... Zelda was wanking him with the needle thrust down inside the prick stem-pipe ... her greedy mouth eating his balls!
Little wonder that young Johnny Brent passed out again ... for the second time since his arrival at Steven's country mansion Johnny was unconscious; this time not only through pain, but through sensual pleasure as well.
His punishment had commenced. Steve complimented the two women on their success with the young rip. They were going to teach him not to come messing around in places he had no right to be ... even if his fianc�e was a virtual prisoner in the mansion.
* * *
He was never sure how long he had been "out," but when he came round it was to find that Zelda was with him, still stark naked. She waited until he had recovered enough to stand and then she escorted him from the cell. They went a few yards down the corridor outside and into another room; this was similar to his cell room except that in one of the walls two slits had been cut. In front of the slits were wooden stools and it was easy to see that the slits were at the right level for the face of the person who sat upon the stools.
"Now young Johnny Brent," Zelda was speaking in that stern .formidable tone again. "Sit on one of the stools, there is something going to happen in the next room that Steve wants you to see."
He sat down on the hard stool ... he peered through into the adjoining room through the slit. ... The first thing he saw was a large round hassock ... then his jaw dropped: Ruta was in that room and with the sexy woman was ... Cindy!
"Now don't you make a sound you know you can't afford to make me angry." Zelda was murmuring to him. "Keep silent ... and watch."
Cindy was as naked as Ruta ... it was the first time he had seen his fianc�e in this state of nudity. He looked at her with longing in his eyes ... she was beautiful; so feminine ... so girlish compared with the mature woman with her. ...
"They are going to begin now." He heard Zelda whisper to him.
He saw Cindy leaning forward as she knelt in front of the hassock ... her tummy was along the hassock top, her buttocks vulnerable and exposed. Ruta had a long tapering cane in her hand ... she was going to cane Cindy's bottom... or so Johnny assumed.
"You must lean forward more, dear," the woman was telling Cindy. "I have to cane your cunt not your pretty arse my child."
Cindy made some movement more forward on the hassock. This did not please or satisfy the woman. "No. No, no child ... you are no good like that. Turn over ... lay on your back on the hassock. That's better ... now open your legs for me."
Johnny watched through the slit dumbfounded. ... He saw his lovely Cindy on her back across the hassock ... he saw the tip of the cane frigging at her cunt flesh. Then suddenly the cane rose; it came down with a swisssshhhhh ... it hit full across the young girl's tender cunt ... time and time again the cane rose and fell ... the cunt turned purple, bruised and began to bleed. ... Johnny wondered why on earth Cindy didn't close her legs to avoid the cruel blows ... but she seemed to be getting a masochistic delight from the agony. She was moaning and yet they were moans of pleasure as well as pain. He would never have believed this of Cindy ... not in a million years ... it was so unlike her ... and yet she was behaving as wantonly as the woman ... she was as sex crazed as this Zelda and Ruta.
"Come on, boy." It was Zelda grabbing him and pulling him to his feet. "It's time for you to meet your fianc�e again ... you've been worried about her ever since you arrived here ... now you can meet her."
It was into that next room that he was taken ... he was amazed to find that Cindy gave no hint of recognition ... she looked at him as if he were a complete stranger.
She greedily held his aroused cock in her hand whilst Ruta petted and fondled his buttocks. ... He could not believe it ... the hands of his beloved Cindy holding and stroking his cock ... and she was not even smiling at him. He realized she must be drugged out of her mind ... that was why she had not put up more fight against the cruel flagellation of her vagina.
Cindy only let go of his penis when a naked and very robustly aroused Steve came into the room. Johnny was shocked into numbness as he saw Cindy willingly stretch out across the hassock on her back again .. . this time it was not for the cane that her hot, bleeding, little cunt was wafting ... but, rather, the rigid cock of this old fellow.
While he was forced to witness the willing rape of his fianc�e Johnny was having his own passions stoked by the hands and mouths of the two older women ... they made sure that he reached his spunk-off point just as pretty Cindy was getting her womb full of the old man's juices.
For hours the two women milked at the young man's tool ... even letting Cindy take a turn at bringing him off. Several aching orgasms later the exhausted and satiated young Johnny Brent had lost interest even in his drugged girl friend ... he was able only to be aware of the terrible ache that was left in his testicles and tortured penis now that the hands and mouths of the women were leaving him alone.
He cursed the moment when he had decided to try and find out if his fianc�e was having an affair with her boss ... cursed his inquisitive nature when he had opened that folder on Steve's desk; it had led him to this degradation ... led him to see just what a wanton sex loving bitch Cindy was. He never wanted to see her again ... even if he did get out of this strange place alive.
