It was as the young, happy and very attractive couple were getting out of the taxi that had conveyed them from the country station to the isolated cottage they had rented for their honeymoon that John experienced his first stab of pain.
He doubled up letting out a terrible groan of agony.
Joyce, his beautiful nineteen-year-old bride, was at her husband's side at once. The elderly couple waiting in the doorway of the cottage rushed forward to help, and with the taxi driver's assistance they helped put John back into the taxi saying it was best to take him straight to the local doctor's house down the road. Mrs. Wade stayed behind while Bert, her big burly and balding husband, went with the young couple.
When they arrived at the doctor's house, to Joyce's great relief, her husband had recovered quite well and even ridiculed the idea of seeing the doctor, saying that it was only a touch of indigestion. Both Bert and Joyce insisted, however, and the quite good-looking young doctor carried out a very thorough examination of the patient while Bert and Joyce waited outside.
At last the doctor of the surgery opened the door to his office and came out and whispered to Bert. "I got Ethel's message and I am very agreeable to what she suggests." Turning to Joyce, the doctor said, "It is, I know, most distressing for both of you but I am afraid that your husband is suffering from acute appendicitis and will have to go into the hospital for at least a week and possibly longer." Joyce was obviously as upset as her husband had been at this news and burst into tears.
She waited with John for the ambulance, each trying to consol the other. While they waited, Bert asked young Neil Franklin, the doctor, what he had meant by saying he agreed to do as his wife said on the telephone?
"Well Ethel suggested that we get the husband out of the way, then set about through our little circle seducing, perverting and debauching his delectable young wife."
Bert agreed this was an excellent idea and set about telephoning the remainder of his sexy cronies.
The ambulance arrived taking John away and Neil said Joyce would be able to see him after his operation in a few days.
She decided to return to the cottage with Bert as he suggested.
Before they left, however, the doctor gave Bert a phial which he said with a sly wink would boost Joyce's morale and help her to sleep.
"Take this after supper and I will call around later and let you know how your husband is," he instructed the girl.
She had no option but to obey, much as she would have preferred staying with her husband.
On the way back to the cottage Bert studied the beautiful young bride beside him.
She was a beauty, make no mistake, and he became fascinated studying her very pronounced breasts and superb, curvaceous body and lovely features, which, at the moment, however, showed their grief.
Back in the house, Joyce, in all good faith, drank all the medicine as the doctor had instructed, blissfully unaware that she was being given a double potion of the most powerful and effective aphrodisiac drug in the world. Bert and Elsie Wade settled down to wait for the drug to take its inevitable and inescapable effect on Joyce.
After about twenty minutes, the girl began to move about restlessly in her chair.
Joyce could not understand why but she had an irresistible itch in her crotch and wanted to scratch it.
She had, of course, to attempt to control herself; and fighting against her growing desire to scratch her fanny, she lighted herself a cigarette and tried to relax. The doctor arrived and announced that her husband would be all right and she would be able to visit him tomorrow. He sat beside her and said, "How about a drink Bert, and I am sure Joyce would appreciate one."
As Bert rose to pour out the drinks, the doctor handed another phial of the powerful sex stimulating drug and in answer to the other many questioning gazes said, "Come on, we may as well enjoy ourselves." Then, turning to the girl beside him asked, "What's your poison Mrs. Martin?"
"I will have a gin and orange please," answered Joyce, still fighting the strange desire to scratch the growing itch between her legs.
She accepted the drink and soon drained it, unconscious that she had now this evening consumed a massive dose of sex drug and by doing so sealed her fate.
Her whole body was suddenly consumed with flaming desire and unable to control her movements she began to writhe about on her chair. "Oh, look, poor dear girl," cooed Ethel Wade. "Just look, she is all alone on her wedding night."
"Yes, it could be most harmful to her health to go without sex on her wedding night. I think we should not let that happen," said the doctor.
"What do you mean," demanded Joyce, suddenly realizing she was in moral danger of some kind.
"He means that we should obtain an adequate substitute for your husband. Someone who will satisfy your desire for cock."
Joyce wanted to scream but the sound would not come from her throat.
Very few brides in modern England of today go to the altar virgins and Joyce was no exception. She had, as a schoolgirl in a boarding school, learned the elementary rules of the facts of life. Not from the teachers who would not mention such things but from the other girls.
She had soon experienced the girls favorite pass-time of sticking candles up another girl's cunt and after the first painful insertion which had left her with a neatly punctured hymen had often used the candle on herself. Not only had she confined its use to her cunt but on several occasions when feeling very randy had used it in her back passage as well.
Her husband, John, knew none of this and she would never allow him to have intercourse with her saying they must wait until they were married. However, he had not persisted in his demands, being content to pet her and frig her to a climax using his finger on her sensitive clitoris.
She had, after much persuasion on his part, agreed to toss him off to relieve his urgent need of her and finding the wanking of his prick not at all unpleasant to her had often repeated it. In fact, she found grasping his throbbing tool always a pleasant sensation but she always insisted on him warning her when he was going to spend so she could catch it in his handkerchief and not soil her fingers with his spunk.
Once he had suggested that she kiss it and suck it for him. So upset and revolted had she been that for a week she refused to see him and it was only after he promised never to mention such a thing again that the couple continued to meet.
She had never even seen another man's prick apart from her husband's so had no way of knowing that his prick was so much smaller than the average male penis.
Lost in her sex reminiscence she had not noticed the arrival of the two men who now gazed gloatingly at her. One was a fat old man who Bert introduced as Joe, then added lecherously, "and though you may not think so he owns a bigger prick than any of us." She was repulsed yet strangely excited by his lewd talk.
The burning need in her thighs dominated her whole feelings. Quite suddenly she knew the meaning of the need within her; she wanted sex, needed sex, and even though an isolated part of her mind not yet completely under the domination of the drug fought against it, she knew that though her newly wed husband, the man she loved and who loved her was not here, she would in her present state accept sex from any man without question. To her fascinated gaze she saw Bert Wade unbutton his belt slowly; then he unzipped his fly tantalizingly slowly or so it seemed.
As his trousers fell to the floor Joyce let out a gasp of surprise mingled with admiration and longing.
He wore no underpants and his throbbing randy cock stood stiff and proudly erect, pointing out like a ramrod before him. Her gaze never faltering, the beautiful young girl sat, her eyes glued to that pulsating shaft as its circumcised purple knob came nearer and nearer.
Like even the most innocent and moral young women, Joyce had, while in the throes of ecstatic frigging, experienced similar thoughts of debased sex acts of the type a man generally enjoys when giving himself a good wank; and thanks to public ladies toilets she had used on occasions had, from the lewd drawings and obscene lust-filled words and stories that are painted in lipstick on almost each of such ladies toilets, a good idea of what these depraved acts required.
As that big knob loomed up, then stopped a few inches in front of her face, she had a sudden obscene thought to do what John had upset her by demanding.
Unable to fight the overwhelming and urgent need to perform this gross debauched action, she, quite oblivious do to the gaze of Mrs. Wade, the doctor, and old Crosby, quite suddenly parted her lovely lips and engulfed the knob of the throbbing cock firmly between them. Watching this lovely creature take his prick between her lips quite voluntarily, made Bert almost shoot his spunk load at once into her virgin mouth; and it was only his experience that allowed him to keep the spunk, of which, as it was over a week ago since he had come, there was plenty in his balls.
The lovely girl opened her 'mouth wide and stuffed as much of his cock inside as she could get.
The feeling of that stiff throbbing column of flesh in her mouth made her more randy than she had ever been in her life before; and as she tongued and sucked with great fervor on Bert's obscene shaft, she felt hands undoing her dress and suddenly her dress was off her shoulders. Her brassiere went soon after and her gorgeous, firm, well-developed breasts sprang free, grateful of relief.
Joyce knew that if she continued gamming the swollen prick inside her mouth she would soon be given a mouthful of spunk. Realizing that this was exactly what she wanted, she sucked even more greedily, her head bobbing up and down madly on this stranger's cock.
She did not know whose hands were kneading and pulling at her big paps nor did she care.
Then she felt the prick inside her mouth jerk and lack as if warning her of its impending orgasm.
She rammed her mouth hard on to the shaft so that it was pushed to the back of her throat. Then she had for the first time in her life the unique and thoroughly debased and perverse pleasure of having a prick come off in her mouth. As the gooey, creamy, sticky substance was flooding her mouth, she savored its bitter sweet taste, rolling it around her mouth before gulping it down her throat. Again and again it discharged itself into her still-sucking, avid mouth. At last he had no more to offer and it was with obvious reluctance that she allowed his now limp shrunken cock to slip from her mouth.
The gorgeous, beautiful, wild-eyed girl looked around the room, a tiny dribble of male semen at the corner of her lips. She hurriedly let the dress fall to her feet and stepped out of both it and her shoes. Willing hands tore her knickers down and a gasp went around the room as her beautiful treasure of a virgin cunt was revealed to the perverted audience. At once Mrs. Wade became the leader of the group now intent on defiling the beautiful young bride.
Ethel took the stark naked girl over to the sofa and told her to lay on it. Ready and willing for anything anyone wished to do in violation of her body for she was so much under the effect of the drug that her most urgent need was the gratification of her now aroused sexual desires.
Ethel's long fingers deftly probed around in the girl's virgin cunt, or at any rate, virgin to man's cock. Joyce began to writhe and jerk as those cool fingers probed expertly up her juicy hungry quim.
Ethel glanced around the group and then remembered that Neil, the doctor, had a smaller but very active cock than either her husband, who in any event had only just been sucked off, or old Joe Crosby, would have to wait for Joyce's slit to be well and truly oiled and opened before she could have any of his great prick stuffed up into it. The other man, unknown to Joyce, was in a corner of the room busily recording all the sexual action on film.
"Bring me my case," Ethel ordered her husband, whose prick had already regained some of v its former life and stiffened to a hard again. He returned a few minutes later. During his absence, Ethel played with the girl's clitoris to such effect that Joyce was wild with desire.
"Put her on the rug so Simon can catch it all on film," ordered Ethel. "Now make her real randy by talking dirty to her, pull your big monster of a prick out, Mr. Crosby, let her see the big cock that is going to soon give her randy little cunt a real fucking. When Joe opened his fly the great prick that sprang out was so huge that it seemed unreal.
It was very thick and extremely long with a huge head on it. The girl on the carpet tried to reach for the gorgeous joy stick this grotesque old man owned.
"Look, she wants my big prick," screamed the old man. "She tried to grab it. Come on Ethel let me fuck it and you can piss about with your silly artificial rubber pricks after," insisted Joe.
"Look! She gets fucked when I say so and before she does I am going to open that cunt and asshole with the rubber dicks. Then you can all fuck her as much as you like, anyway you wish.
"All this waiting is driving me mad," moaned old Crosby.
"Let her suck it off for you," suggested the doctor. "She seemed to enjoy sucking Bert's all right."
Bob thought this an excellent idea and went and knelt over the girl's head so that his great cock and balls dangled before her lust-crazed face.
At the same time Mrs. Wade had taken a small funny type of rubber dildo from her case with some strange type of instrument at the base of it. Also attached to the instrument was another but even small dildo.
As she began pushing the larger of the two dildos into Joyce's cunt, the girl with a lustful moan looked at the immense tool dangling just out of reach of her lovely mouth. The dildo went into her cunt very easily for it was no bigger than the candle it had been used to taking. Then, however, as the woman started to lubricate her asshole, in order to stick the other up her ass, the prick came down towards her open waiting mouth. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she felt the big thick cock enter her open mouth, then gluing her lips around it, began to gam it madly.
The tiny dildo up her ass made her feel more wanton and debased than ever. Then she became aware of the thing in her cunt suddenly swelling inside her small tight cunt.. As Bob Crosby spunked in her mouth a few moments later, she screamed, for the thing in her asshole also swelled expanding her tight little hole.
Fearful that she may bite his knob off, he quickly withdrew his ejaculating prick from her mouth and the rest of his spunk spurted in her eyes and over her face, ruining her makeup. She then turned her spunk smeared face to the group as the dildos were let down and withdrawn from her steaming running cunt and asshole.
"Oh fuck me, fuck, fuck me, fuck, my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck, fuck, fuck!" screamed the demented girl.
The doctor was the first to plunge his cock into her cunt. When he finally shot his sperm into her she was in a state of the highest possible rut in a woman. She could hardly wait for him to withdraw so that Bert could get in. When he began to ram his big prick into her spunk saturated cunt, she began to whisper obscene urgings to him.
"Go on, put it all into me, please, then fuck me hard. Go on, rape me with your great big lovely prick, come on, fuck me!" Bert responded valiantly and gave her a brutal fucking, tearing her cunt walls wide apart.
By the time he spunked inside her, she had lost count of her own orgasms. Then it was Joe's turn and she was very cooperative and agreed to get on top of him and force her cunt onto that big massive stiff dong. It was obvious as she screwed her cunt onto his prick that she was experiencing a tremendous thrill from the big prick gouging into her now expanded well-fucked cunt.
At last she had taken the full length of his tool inside her right to the balls. She began to lunge up and down on him until his great prick was plunging in and out of her cunt at a terrific space.
She stopped for a moment, then, looking up, a twisted smile of utter debasement on her lovely features, said, "Doctor, please bugger me, come on, shag me."
The doctor did not take long before he had his prick halfway embedded up her virgin asshole and she implored him to put it all in. This dual fucking of her cunt and asshole drove Bert to his former randy state. He began to wank himself while he watched her get spunk from the two men pumped into her and he shot his load all over her back.
They put her to bed afterwards in a state of collapse and exhaustion. The following morning Bert and Ethel Wade had been warned that it was possible the young bride would be disgusted and very upset over the advantage they had taken of her last night, but if she was they were to reveal the fact that the whole episode had been captured on film and threaten to show it to her husband if she got nasty about it. It was almost ten o'clock when Joyce came down the stairs to join them. She looked radiant and happy, which puzzled, the couple even more.
This was not at all what they had expected and it occurred to them both that perhaps in some strange way she was unable to remember how they had violated her body on the previous night.
"You seem very happy this morning, dear," said Mrs. Wade.
Joyce looked at the couple and her lovely face broke into a charming somehow strangely seductive smile. "Yes," she replied. "Do you know, I think what happened last night has made me cock happy."
The couple could not restrain a gasp of astonishment at this brides vulgar perverse statement. "You mean, you don't mind what happened last night?" inquired Bert incredulously.
"Mind," laughed the girl. "Why, I have never experienced such a wonderful evening in all my life." Elsie began to laugh and was soon joined by her husband.
"What's so funny?" asked Joyce.
Controlling her laughter, Elsie said, "Oh, only that we went to a lot of trouble last night to film all the sex you took part in so that when you recovered from the very potent love drug we gave you we could stop you from making trouble for us by threatening to show your husband the film of the incidents."
A thoughtful look came into the young wife's lovely eyes as she took a cigarette and lighted it.
"You say that you have a film of everything that took place last night, have you?"
"Everything except the sound," agreed Bert.
At that moment the bell rang and the doctor joined the group. He was as delighted as Mr. and Mrs. Wade to find the way the lovely girl had reacted to the sexual assaults on her body the previous evening.
"Now, I am told that all of last night's happening were filmed and I suspect that my husband's illness was not as bad as you had us believe."
"Quite right, in fact he will be home within the hour," agreed the doctor, smiling a little sheepishly.
"Well, do you not think it would be fun to let my husband see the film?" she asked the astounded trio.
CHAPTER TWO
By the time her husband arrived home and at once took her in his arms, a plan of action had been decided.
"Would you care to see a little film show after lunch?" inquired Bert of the loving couple on the sofa with a sly wink at Joyce over her husband's shoulder.
They politely agreed and after lunch seated themselves along with Mrs. Wade and the doctor in the lounge. In order to insure no physical harm or interference from John, his coffee had been treated with a new type of drug that while leaving the mental facial and vocal muscles free, completely paralyzed the whole of the remainder of the body.
By the time the film was ready to commence, John had already informed them that he could not move.
"Don't worry, dear," cooed his young wife, 'You will soon be perfectly all right, it's just something the doctor gave you to stop you getting too excited by the film. The lights dimmed and the four viewers were seated on the large sofa together.
Joyce was seated between the doctor and her husband. The film hit the screen and the first shot portrayed Joyce seated on an easy chair in the room in which they were now seated. The next shot brought Bert Wade into focus and a gasp of horror came from John's lips as he gazed at the man who was dropping his trousers to the floor.
"Christ!" he screamed. "What is this?" He watched the man, his big prick stuck out before him go towards his wife's chair. The horror and agony in her husband's eyes thrilled Joyce and she wanted to add to it as he continued to view the film with disbelief and stricken face.
She lighted a cigarette, then turning to her husband, said, "Hasn't Bert got a lovely big cock, darling? In just a minute you will see me take that big prick in my mouth and suck all the juice from It.
The whole of the film was shown to the wretched husband and as he saw his beautiful young bride taken in turn by the group he began to sob brokenly. The obscene comments Joyce made showed quite clearly that in his absence she had been so corrupted as to make her morals irredeemable.
Feeling flowed back into his body almost as soon as the film ended and his wife, an evil perverted look on her lovely, young face, asked brazenly if he had enjoyed it. For reply John raised his arm and struck her with the palm of his hand across the face, hard. Bert at once sprang forward and held the much slighter John in a firm, cruel grip.
"I think this husband of mine requires a lesson or two in manners, don't you?" she asked the others.
They all agreed readily and Joyce ordered Bert to strip him. While between the doctor and Bert the struggling John was divested of his entire clothing, Joyce asked Ethel to get her a whip.
The evil, sadistic Ethel Wade brought Joyce what was in fact an even cruder version of the old-fashioned cat-of-nine tails.
Each tail was made of rhino and of course one blow with this type of whip in effect resulted in nine cruel cords being received by its unfortunate victim.
It soon became obvious to all that Joyce, this young bride, was in fact more perverted and sadistic than any of them. She began to flay her screaming young husband's back, using the cruel and very sadistic whip with such force that it ripped into his body, leaving angry torn welts all over his back.
Her eyes glistened and her lips twisted in a sneer of perverted pleasure. She was obviously in her element. She whipped his ass until his cheeks were torn and bleeding, oblivious to her husband of one day's sobbing pleas for mercy.
At last, sweat glistening on her lovely forehead, she stopped to admire her handiwork.
Bert and the doctor released Johns broken pain wracked body and the victim slumped in an untidy heap to the floor, writhing in agony. Joyce surveyed the poor weak specimen of manhood who just twenty-four hours ago she had married, disdainfully. His ridiculous tiny little penis had, with the beating, gone hard and erect, but even so was only about four inches high.
The girl had found that the thrashing she had just administered to her young husband made her feel randy as hell. Addressing her husband, who was still in considerable pain, she said, "And now I want a good fucking." She saw a gleam of hope come into John's eyes.
Bravely he struggled to his feet and stood before her, his little prick still poised and erect. More than anything in the world he wanted to possess this lovely but now debauched girl who he had made his wife.
"Please, Joyce, let me do it to you," he pleaded, his eyes filled with pain and lust.
Joyce sneered in his face, "with that," pointing an accusing finger at his prick.
"No. Bert will give me a real length of prick, the land of cock that a woman's cunt craves."
Joyce then began to strip without showing the slightest embarrassment. Completely nude she lay on the soft, her legs parted invitingly, displaying her already juicing slit.
John made as if to follow and throw himself on her voluptuous body, but the doctor and Mrs. Wade forcibly restrained him from doing so.
"Make him ask Bert to fuck me," suggested the wretched young wife.
Ethel, who herself loved to see a man humiliated as John was now, needed no more urging and brought the whip over to the still-naked and terrified John. She brandished it before him and at once he began to plead for mercy as she made as if to bring it lashing across his chest.
"Well, tell my husband what you- want him to do to your wife."
He hesitated for a moment, which gave Ethel the excuse she needed to bring the cruel whip lashing down on his chest with tremendous force. He let out a yell of pain as the thongs ripped into his white skin, then seeing Ethel raise the whip once more, shouted, "Bert, fuck my wife, go on fuck her!" Bert Wade, his big cock throbbing and stiff at the thought of once more stuffing this gorgeous piece of cunt being offered him, said, "Don't you think he ought to put it in for you? After all, he is your husband."
Now completely cowered and willing to do anything to escape further punishment, John guided Bert Wade's great big, stiff prick to his wife's pouting, waiting, eager cunt lips. Feverishly the lovely girl screwed her cunt onto Bert's hot cock. From the way her cunt quickly absorbed the full length of the prick, it showed how much the session last night had opened her young inexperienced love channel.
Urged on by the doctor, Mrs. Wade's and Joyce's own obscene urgings, Bert put on a display of fucking that for a man his age was a splendid performance.
Even John found that he got pleasure mixed with horror as he watched Bert's prick slamming in and out of her now spunk-soaked cunt at tremendous speed. Ethel Wade suddenly got .down before him and took his little cock into her big mouth and began to roll it around inside, sucking greedily. Bert's spunk fired into Joyce's avid cunt, exploding deep inside her, causing her to cry out with uninhibited delight.
She was reluctant to allow him to withdraw until she saw the doctor dropping his trousers to reveal a good hard-on. Then she heard her husband cry out and turning, saw the elderly Mrs. Wade in the act of taking his spunk inside her mouth. She waited for him to finish and when Ethel let his now very tiny shrunken prick fall from her mouth turned to him, and said, "You dirty, perverted devil, I will learn you."
"Doctor," she asked, "will you do something for me that will provide me with extreme pleasure and satisfaction?"
"Anything, my little sex bomb," he replied.
The girl asked for a cigarette. Lighting it she blew out a stream of blue smoke lazily.
"What do you want?" the doctor asked. Joyce looked calmly at her husband, then back to the doctor who was now naked, leaving only Mrs. Wade clothed.
In a voice laden with lust, she said, "I want you to shag my husband's ass, to fuck his ass."
The others thought this a most excellent idea and the horrified young husband was laid out on his belly. His tiny brown little asshole was revealed to the depraved group and Joyce grabbed the bottle of whisky that had only a little left in the bottom. She quickly gulped the contents down, then kneeling between her husband's spread-eagled thighs, she began to ram the end of his pouting asshole.
He screamed in agony as he felt his little hole being violated in this brutal and unnatural way. His screams only seemed to give Joyce more perverse urgency. With all her force, heedless to the pain she was inflicting, she drove it up to the neck in his asshole.
. Satisfied, she pulled it out. She went around to where Bert was holding John's head.
"Lift his head up," she commanded.
Bert did as she ordered and Joyce at once planted the bottle in front of him.
"Now lick that big bottle while the doctor buggers you," said Joyce.
Her husband was beyond speech, so tortured and terrorized was he.
"Open his mouth, Bert," said Joyce.
As he did so, Joyce rammed the bottle into his open mouth. He was helpless, for his head was held down on the bottle by Bert and he had no option but to eat it.
"Now, fuck him," Joyce ordered the doctor. "Show him how good it feels to have a real prick up his asshole."
She watched along with the others as the doctor carried out the final wretched act of fucking her husband's asshole.
By the time he shot his sperm deep into his defiled ass, she was frigging herself madly in perverted lust and excitement. To her delight the bottle, when finally pulled from her husband's mouth, was clean.
And so, as the week went on, Joyce grew even more lustful and perverted with the willing help of the Wades, the doctor and old Mr. Crosby.
John, on the other hand, lost any self-assertion he may have once possessed and became resigned to his role of allowing his gorgeous young wife to completely and utterly dominate him. In some strange way he began to enjoy his role as a slave husband and lost none of his love for her.
Again and again he watched while Bert, Joe and the doctor fucked her in every possible way. Always she accepted them and indeed once or twice allowed him to fuck her when she felt unsatisfied with their efforts. He was made to perform the most debased and degrading acts and often Joyce got the wish to see him get fucked.
When the week ended it was a very different couple who left than had arrived.
Before they left, however, Joyce got a present from each of her four people who had made her stay so enjoyable.
Mr. Bert Wade presented her with the eight-tailed whip as he laughingly said to keep her husband in his proper place.
His wife gave Joyce a massive foot long beautifully made dildo complete with straps and an automatic cord liquid releaser attached to its big rubber balls.
"Not yet, but one day you may find, that with a little more experience your cunt will be able to take all of this," she grinned.
"Don't worry," Joyce assured her. "I will get it all up somehow; then I'll try to open up my ass until I can take it all up in my back hole."
The doctor gave her six of the sex drug tablets, which, he assured her, she would never need but should she ever want to make someone else fuck crazy, she need only give one full tablet and man, woman or child would be randy to fuck all night.
Bob Crosby gave her the only orthodox gift, comprising of a beautiful and expensive makeup compact case full of the most exquisite aids to beauty which as he said would help her to entice her lovers of which he was sure she would have plenty.
They saw them off at the station and the couple sat down for the journey back to the great metropolis of London, from where they had come. John, insignificant and silent, sat beside her and wondered how his young debauched wife would react in her new surroundings.
CHAPTER THREE
Not having much money, for John was only a warehouse clerk, they had arranged to go and live with his married sister and her husband.
Joyce had never met Bill and Mary, but as Mary was only twenty-six and her husband, Bill, a year senior, she hoped they would get on well together, and if that happened they could have some sex fun together. From the way John talked about them, they were a fun-loving and happy couple.
Bill and Mary owned a large, old-fashioned house in the suburbs of West London and while Bill had a good job at a local garage, his wife took in a couple of boarders.
When they arrived at Waterloo Station, Bill and Mary were waiting for them and greeted them warmly. Bill was a big rough-looking man while Mary was a curvaceous if a little buxom and rather common peroxide blonde.
The look in Bill's eye as he gazed at his new sister-in-law was sufficient indication that he was very interested in her. Inside the taxi, Joyce sat between her husband and Bill and was aware of the pressure of Bill's leg against her own.
After dinner Bill, looking straight at Joyce, asked if anyone felt like going to a party of a business associates of his.
"No thanks," replied John. "I have to be at work tomorrow early."
"What about you, Joyce?" asked Mary. "Will you chaperone my husband, because I do not feel like going?"
To John's dismay his young bride agreed readily and went upstairs to prepare herself.
When John went upstairs later, his wife was dressed in a skin-tight gold lame dress which showed every delightful curve of her young body to great advantage. She was busy applying very heavy and exotic makeup to her lovely face.
"Do you have to paint up like a bloody whore!" he exploded.
"Shut your feeble mouth," she replied, "I shall do exactly as I like."
He offered no more argument and at the door she spun round, and said, "I expect to be late so don't wait up dear."
Bill gasped at the picture of female seduction that joined him in the car and set off conscious of his throbbing prick. Bill suggested they should have a drink on the way as they were a little early.
Joyce nodded her assent.
They pulled up at a small pub, which was deserted because it had only just opened.
"What's your poison?" he asked. "A double vodka, please."
Pleased at this, Bill ordered, at the same time inquiring if she drank much.
"Yes. I am afraid I do," the girl replied, adding, "do you mind?"
Joyce stuck a cigarette between her thickly car-mined lips and leaned forward for a light, pleased to see his hand trembling and his eyes glued to her exposed breasts as he obliged her.
"Look, this party will be a bit dull. I wonder if you would prefer something a little more exciting."
"I always like excitement," she murmured in her most sexy voice.
"All right, well if you're game, I know of a place we can go to which will provide all the excitement you want."
"Tell me all about it, Bill."
"Well if you go, you had better forget any ideas of us getting home tonight "Oh good, then I can get stoned. Can I have another drink please?" asked the lovely girl.
Bill ordered another double Vodka for Joyce, then said, "Look, the party is pretty sexy, you know? Are you sure you want to go?"
Joyce took a drag on her smoke and a gulp of Vodka then smiled into Bill's eyes.
"Look, the sexier the party is the better I will like it."
The house was secluded and set in its own grounds.
About twenty people were gathered in the large lounge and Bill and Joyce were greeted enthusiastically by the others.
Bill, anxious to keep his delightful young teenage sister-in-law to himself, guided her away from the group of lecherous males to a darkened secluded corner of the room.
He called a passing waiter over and asked for a bottle of Vodka. Within minutes a full large bottle of Vodka and two glasses were brought over to them.
Those present seemed to sort themselves out, but it soon became apparent that men far outnumbered women. Another hour found about thirty men and only ten women present.
The silver-haired, distinguished-looking gentleman who seemed to be acting as host, toured the tables, stopping to chat amicably with those present. Eventually he worked his way around to where Bill and Joyce were seated.
"Good evening. I do not think I have met your charming companion before at our little gatherings."
"No," agreed Bill, "this is my sister-in-law who has just come to live with Mary and myself."
The man smiled and shook hands with Joyce, and said, "I hope you will enjoy yourself and that in future you will."
BOOK TWO - SEX KICKS
CHAPTER ONE
It was quite by chance that Bob Roberts and Mike Leary met at all. Bob worked in the local hospital as a male nursing assistant and Mike was brought into casualty after being involved in a car accident.
He had suffered only superficial cuts to his legs and Bob was told to treat him while the doctor and sister attended to the occupant of the other vehicle who had suffered more serious multiple injuries.
Bob, quite used to giving similar treatment, asked the very big, middle-aged man to remove his trousers. When he did so Bob let out a gasp of envious astonishment. Before his eyes was the most massive prick he had ever seen in his life. Even in its present limp condition, it hung loosely from his body like some great fleshy pendulum.
Not only was it tremendously long it was also very thick. Bob managed to carry out the required treatment without comment and when he had finished, Mike thanked him. Then, as an after- thought, asked if he knew where Lorimer Street was as he was looking for rooms for himself.
"Are you married or alone," inquired Bob thoughtfully.
Mike replied that he was on his own and Bob said that he and his wife, Mary, could fix him up with room and board. Terms were quickly agreed and that night the two men went to Bob's home together. To his delight, Mike found not only the accommodation to be exactly what he wanted but also Mary Roberts to be an exceedingly beautiful and curvaceous young brunette.
At the sight of her, Mike's prick stiffened inside his trousers and he determined that before very long he would certainly make an attempt to lay this very sexy-looking wife of his new friend. Bob did not miss the look of longing in Mike's eyes and after a very satisfying meal, while Mary was busy washing up, he said casually, "What do you think of my wife, Mike?"
A little embarrassed in view of his earlier thoughts, he replied, "She is a very lovely young lady and an excellent cook."
At the young husband's next question, however, Mike almost dropped the cup of coffee he held.
"How would you like to fuck her?" Bob asked.
When he had time to recover, the older man replied, "I would like nothing better."
"Well, we have only been married a few weeks and she was a virgin when I married her; and though she obviously enjoys sex she is still rather prudish in her attitude to it. I would love to see her become more lax in her morals.
"As you can see we are only poor and I have no wish to slave away at the hospital for the rest of my life."
Before Mike could comment, Bob went on, "A lovely piece of cunt like Mary could, once she is corrupted by us, earn a small fortune as a prostitute. If you will help me to make her become one, I will share her earnings with you willingly."
Mike, scarcely able to believe his own good fortune, willingly agreed to cooperate in full and when Mary returned to the living room she found each with smug-contented smiles on their faces.
She sat down on the sofa between the two men and helped herself to a cigarette, which Mike lighted for her. Mary felt a little uncomfortable as she smoked and talked seated between her husband and the new lodger.
She suddenly stiffened as she felt her thigh brushed by Mike's hand. Before she could object the hand was removed and she decided it must have been an accident.
Bob rose and said, "I will just go out and get a bottle so we can all have a drink together.
"Will you get some cigarettes?" asked Mary, knowing she had only a couple left in her case.
"I won't be long, darling," said Bob and, winking at Mike, added, "see our friend Mike has everything that he wants."
Mary watched her husband disappear down the path and then, as soon as she closed the door, sensed Mike behind her. His strong hands reached out and encircle her waist, his hot Lips muzzling her neck. She struggled violently as he said, "You heard what your husband said, you are to see I have what I want,' and I want you."
He arched his loins hard into the back of her thighs and pressed his big stomach into the small of her back.
She felt the hard length of his penis against her buttocks but struggled to no avail. His big hands moved up to clasp the twin globes of her breasts cruelly, and she ceased struggling in the hope that he would relax that terrible hold on her tender breasts. To her immense relief, he did, but then spun her round in his arms and crushed her to him. Then he glued his lips to hers and she felt his thick tongue trying to force its way between her clenched teeth.
Summoning every ounce of strength, she managed to break away from this dirty beast of a man. She turned around to see Bob standing in the doorway. He had done nothing to stop this stranger and, far from showing anger, he was standing with a strange smile on his face.
"You must excuse Mike," he said, "he has been without a woman for a long time and you are very pretty, you know, Mary."
Mary was horrified and disgusted to hear her husband speak in this way and made to run from the room. But Bob stopped her and held the now hysterical young wife in his arms while Mike came up and took her from him. Once again Mike's lips pressed down on hers and as Mary opened her mouth to scream in terror, the thick wet tongue of this dirty man thrust into her pretty young mouth.
She realized that if her husband was prepared to allow Mike to treat her in this vile way, she was helpless to stop him. The tongue in her mouth began to probe from one side to the other. The body of this creature was vibrating against her and she felt his penis sandwiched against her belly, boring into her like a piece of iron tubing. She felt hands raising her dress from behind, and her husband whispered, "There's a good girl, let Mike see what lovely legs you have got, dear."
The hard pressure of Mike's mouth on her own prevented her turning her head to see what Bob was doing. Suddenly Mike released her and before she could regain her breath he picked her up and carried her upstairs. Her husband opened the bedroom door and Mike dropped his lovely burden on the bed. The two men ruthlessly tore and ripped the clothes from the struggling terrified young wife.
She could not believe this was real and felt more as if it was some horrid nightmare.
But it was real and she was now naked, her clothes lying in a torn and tattered heap on the floor. Then she began to scream in real terror, but Mike's big hand stifled her screams as he clasped it over her mouth.
Bob, her husband of just a month, was hurriedly discarding his own clothes.
"You give it to her first," ordered Mike.
Mary was helpless, held as she was in the big man's vise-like grip. She felt her legs parted and then the first inch of her husband's prick was pushed into her cunt to be quickly and brutally followed by the remainder. Now he was buried to the hilt in her and he began to move in and out, driving his prick up and down her cunt with great vigour. His balls smacked up against the mouth of her cunt as he fucked her without mercy.
Mike removed his hand from Mary's mouth and the only sound from the humiliated young wife were sobs of pain and anguish. In spite of this, however, nature was forcing her to respond, and she hated her body; for like a part of her that was completely detached from her mind, her body began to move with him. At last he sank his prick deep inside her and fired his spunk deep into her cunt.
At the same time, her own flood gates opened as she reached her climax. Through her constant struggling she was now completely exhausted and collapsed back on the bed, very near fainting. She watched the big man rise and begin slowly to discard his clothes. Mary began to sob brokenly and between her sobs pleaded with her husband.
"Please don't let him touch me, please," she cried.
"Shut up, you cow," replied Bob.
With that he parted her legs and with his fingers opened her well-oiled cunt lips, then said, "Now, Mike, come and get that big monster of a prick up here, I want to see you get it all up her tight little cunt."
Bob was thrilled as he had never been before as he watched the big, long, thick prick of his new friend poised at the entrance of his lovely young wife's cunt. The huge purple knob lodged in her open cunt lips and, as he watched Mike force the knob of his prick inside and saw it disappear so, Mary screamed with pain as she felt her cunt stretched by this monstrous prick. Slowly and accompanied by Mary's sobs of pain, the prick bulldozed its way up her stretching and tearing the walls of her cunt as it was relentlessly screwed into her. The blinding unbearable pain made Mary sick and sweat rolled down her face.
It felt as if a thick steel shaft was being hammered up her cunt and she felt in real danger of being split apart.
As Bob saw the last inch of this enormous cock disappear in his wife's slit, he thought that surely this was the most exciting kick in the world for a man to see a cock such as Mike's go up his wife's cunt. Then Mike began a slow rhythmic fucking motion. The pain was intense for Mary as that monstrous cock began to move and she wished she were dead. Her cunt walls began to give and stretch to the enormous intruder, thus allowing Mike's prick much more movement. The speed and force of his fucking began to feel animal pleasure mixing with the pain.
As the pain decreased, so her passion and pleasure increased; and then she came, bathing the prick that was now moving in and out of her cunt at astonishing speed. Her sobs turned to panting moans as her body, of its own violation, began to move with this savage fucker. Twice more her own climax was reached and then his prick exploded and spunk was being fired into the deepest confines of her cunt, jetting in great force against her womb. He shot his sperm into her for fully two minutes and only when at last he had fed the entire contents of his balls to her did he stop moving on her.
The loud plopping noise made as he uncocked his prick from Mary's cunt and the stream of milky spunk that flowed from his wife's soaking cunt excited Bob.
Mary, utterly and completely fucked and feeling debased, lay as if dead. The men had gone when she finally and painfully dragged herself from the bed. Her cunt felt as if it still had that big tool inside it and she was unable to straighten up or close her legs properly.
Her clothes were ruined and she wiped her spunk soaked thighs on her dress. The door opened and Bob, glass in hand, pushed her out into the lounge. "Look, Mike; you have fucked her bowlegged," he cried delightedly.
Mary's hate-filled eyes looked at the faces of the two men. 'You filthy, disgusting swine," she whimpered.
"Go into the bathroom and make yourself decent, you filthy bitch," ordered Bob.
Mary, once in the bathroom, washed and dressed in fresh clothes.
Outside the lounge, she heard Mike's voice, now a little slurred, say, "I hope your wife is not long because I am ready for some more of her."
Panic struck into the young wife's heart and on impulse she opened the front door and ran out into the cold night air.
It was useless, however, for she had only gone a few strides when a pair of rough hands grabbed her and hauled her back inside the house. Bob and Mike surveyed the dejected and humiliated girl as she sat before them. She reached for a cigarette, her hands trembling, and lighting it, inhaled deeply and gratefully for it.
"May I have a drink?" she asked.
"Certainly," her husband answered at the same time unzipping his fly. "Come and drink the spunk from this."
The girl screamed, "That I will never do!" The next minute, Mike grabbed the lovely young wife's arm, and twisting it up her back very painfully, compelled Mary to get up and move across the floor towards her husband's stiff, exposed prick. Another twist and she had no option but to sink to the floor or have her arm broken by this monster. She was now kneeling before her husband, who was grinning perversely.
His prick was only inches away from her lovely young face and virgin mouth. Through the red haze of pain, which was doubled as Mike grabbed her other arm, she heard Mike say, "Now suck your husband's prick off, you fucking whore."
She had a sudden idea of biting it, but Mike's next words warned her against this, and said if she did he would break both her arms for her. He twisted her arms in such a way that the only way she could obtain any relief from the pain was to lower her face to her husband's obscene shaft. As she was compelled to lower her head, she began to pray silently, for to suck a man's prick was to her the most disgusting thing imaginable.
As if in answer to her prayers the doorbell rang shrilly. At once Mike released her and Bob zipped up his fly, then went to the door. He opened to find the man from next door, a Mr. Len Jones standing there. Mr. Jones was an ageing pot bellied Jew and a widower.
"What the hell's all the row about?" he asked, pushing his way past Bob. His eyes saw Mary's tear-stained face and the big man.
"Oh, just a lovers quarrel," said Bob.
"It's not," screamed Mary. "They have both just raped me and are now trying to force me to do horrid filthy things to them."
"Please, please, Mr. Jones help me," she cried, her eyes pleading with him.
Len studied the two men for a moment and smiled cruelly.
"I think that every wife should do whatever her husband desires, regardless of what these desires are. And I would prefer to help him rather than you."
Mike grinned at the girl. "See, by opening your big mouth you have got yourself three men instead of two."
All the will and fight went out of Mary now and she said, her voice filled with hate and loathing, "All right, let me have a few drinks, then I will do all you ask."
Then, her eyes resting on her husband said, "I will never forgive you for this." She poured a large measure of Scotch into a glass and gulped it down. The spirit burned and she felt its heady effect at once, unused as she was to alcohol.
Mary did not care, she wanted to get as drunk as possible, so that whatever was required of her she could do without much feeling. She had sense enough to realize that she was at the mercy of these three men, and a saying she had heard flashed across her mind, "If rape is inevitable lay back and enjoy it."
Mary filled her glass to the brim next time and lighted a cigarette. As she drank, so the three men began to undress.
When Bob ordered her to undress she did so at once, not wishing to have a second set of clothes ruined. By the time she had finished her cigarette and drank a third glass of whiskey, she was drunk, her senses and feelings mercifully dulled by the liquor she had consumed.
"Now come and suck me off, you drunken slut," commanded Bob.
Unsteadily she rose, the room spinning around her. She knelt before her husband then, closing her eyes and opening her mouth, fastened her lips around his prick and began to suck. When at last the sperm hit the back of her throat, she drank it down for him.
Dimly she was then aware of sucking off both Mike and Len. Sometime later all of them fucked her and then she felt pain in her backside and something wet exploded in her bowels before she collapsed in merciful sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
It was past eleven when she awoke with a terrible headache and then the events of the previous night came flooding back to her. Hurriedly she packed a few things as soon as she saw the house empty, and half an hour later, was on a train to London.
It was not until she was on the train that she started to fully consider her position. Then her full plight hit her. First, she had no relations she could go to, for she was an orphan. Secondly, she had spent all except a few coppers on her train fare. Thirdly, she had left in such a hurry that she had forgot her insurance card.
All day she wandered round the streets of London, cold and hungry. She was without cigarettes and had no place to go. By nightfall she was desperate and decided that the only place she could go was the ladies waiting room at the main line station. An old bag was the only other occupant and when she saw Mary, she asked her if she had a smoke. When Mary replied she had not the old woman sneered, "God, if I were young with your looks and figure, I would have money."
Mary began to explain she could not get work as she had no cards. The hag laughed and said, "Out there you can find lots of men and it's cunt, not cards they want."
Shortly after a policewoman turned them both out on the street. She began to walk dejectedly. Then she became aware of a man walking close behind her. She turned to see a middle-aged man grinning lewdly at her. He offered her a cigarette and she wanted one so much that she took it.
He lighted it for her, then said, "How much will it cost me?"
She knew what he meant and was about to retort angrily when the thought of what she had been made to do last night crossed her mind.
The man persisted. "Look, I will give you three dollars for a bunk up round the back here."
He began to walk up a deserted and narrow back street and slowly she followed.
It was quick, cheap and dirty, and all over in a few minutes. He left her with three dollars in her hand and his spunk in her cunt. The young wife came out of the alley and looked at the money note still clasped in her fingers.
She looked at the green pieces of paper that she had just sold her body for. It was not until she had gone into a Soho all-night cafe, ordered and devoured a meal, that the realization that by accepting the money she had become a prostitute.
She bought twenty cigarettes, paid for her meal and was left with a few coins. In no hurry to leave the warm coziness of the cafe, she sat smoking.
A heavily painted and perfumed, common-looking woman of about fifty, wearing a cheap fur coat came and sat opposite her. m "Got a fag, love," she asked.
Mary offered her pack to the woman who took one and lighted it.
The woman said, "Fucking cold tonight, isn't it, dear?"
Mary, shocked by the woman's use of the obscene word, visibly showed her surprise. The woman introduced herself as Ma Jones.
"Now I suspect that you have just arrived in the city have no money and no place to go, am I right?"
Jean nodded her assent.
Ma smiled happily and studied the girl. After some moments she said thoughtfully, "Look I will be frank with you, I can offer you a lovely flat of your own in a small house I own not far from here. I will let you live rent free and provide you with three good meals daily. Also I will pay the required money to buy clothes and cosmetics and act as maid to you."
Jean looked in astonishment at the woman.
"All I want is half of what you earn."
Jean suddenly realized the situation. She was about to protest that she was not a prostitute when she recalled how she had paid for the meal she had just enjoyed. In any case what else left was there for her to do.
"I would see you get plenty of trade," said Ma. "And you would make money."
Jean lit another cigarette then said, "Okay, but I am not experienced you know."
"Listen to me and you will be all right," advised Ma.
They took a taxi to the house in Bayswater which proved to be rather poorly furnished and none too clean. The following day, Ma awoke her and they went shopping in the city. Jean, who had always longed to be dressed in clothes that were flattering, did not mind the fact that most of those Ma selected were daring and even outrageous.
They had lunch and a couple of drinks then went to the beauty parlor.
"Can I have Mansie?" asked Ma. "He is expecting us."
They were shown into a quite large and private room.
Mansie proved to be an aging, somewhat pot bellied Italian and while Ma and he had a conversation together, Mary helped herself to a smoke and read a magazine nonchalantly. They were discussing the best way of enhancing her appearance. Mary, who had become quite resigned to becoming a whore, left it to them. "We have decided to dye your hair jet black and give you an exotic style," Mansie told her.
Two hours later Mary looked at herself in the mirror and she was unrecognizable from the girl who had been Bob's wife. She had never used much makeup but now her face was thickly coated with pancake-type makeup. Her hair, lustrous black, was piled on top of her head in modern style. Very heavy, almost outrageous eye makeup had been applied. Thickly mascaraed, false, long eyelashes had been fitted and her eyebrows shaped and outlined in Cleopatra fashion.
Shadowed in blue and green with her lovely Lips coated with layers of outrageous purple liquid paint, which Mansie pointed out would not rub off like ordinary lipstick, her false glistening green and silver fingernails completed her sensual change of appearance.
Back in the flat she changed into the skin tight red dress that showed off every curve of her young shapely body. The full-length zip at the back made for easy removal.
Black patterned nylons and very high heeled shoes completed the outfit and looking at herself, had to admit she looked real sexy and seductive.
"Do you like yourself?" asked Ma.
Mary nodded smiling.
"You have a lot to learn yet. Will you let me teach you how to succeed in your profession?"
"Yes, you tell me exactly what to do and I will do my best," agreed Mary.
"Well, you now look more like a prostitute and here are a few tips for you," Ma said, pouring two drinks and handing one to Mary.
"You will find that a girl in this profession smokes and drinks far more than the average girl. I would urge you to try to do so without getting too plastered. Another important thing for it is a way of advertising that you are on the game, is the way you walk." Ma demonstrated how to walk slowly, swaying her ass seductively as she did so. Mary tried this and promised to try and do as she said. "Also, when you see a man no matter how unattracted to him you may be, try to get a wanton hungry expression come in your eyes. Another thing that's one of your stock in trade things is the way in which you smoke."
She gave Mary a cigarette and took one herself, lighting both. She then placed the smouldering cigarette at an angle a little to one side of her Lips and left it there.
Ma instructed Mary to try this; and at once the girl saw how this gave her an impudent brazen look and agreed to try to cultivate this habit.
"Now the most important part of all is the way you behave with a man. You admit you have little experience but the main thing to remember is this, that when a man pays money to go to bed with a prostitute he does not want or expect that girl to be a nice girl. He wants her to be bad, for if he wanted a nice girl he could go to bed with his wife or girl friend for free.
"Do you understand that?" asked Ma.
"Yes," Mary replied.
"Well, I have noticed that whenever I use a dirty expression you look shocked and disgusted."
"This will not do and you must learn to use these same words not only in bed but out of bed also. Your clients will expect this of you. Words like, prick, cock, cunt, ass, shag, fuck, spunk, tits, etc. should all be used by you."
"I will promise to try, though I have never done that before," said Mary.
"Now be frank with me, do you enjoy being fucked or not?"
Mary replied that she did.
"That's good, for you will not have to pretend enjoyment. You do, I hope, appreciate that lots of your clients will want more than straight sex. Some will want to fuck your ass while lots will expect you to give them a gam or suck off."
Mary looked a little worried, but bracing herself, said, "I will see they get what they want."
After they had tea, Ma told her that she would go out and arrange to have cards inserted in the notice boards, where such services as hers are advertised with the phone number on them.
She was not long and shortly after she returned, said, "Well, let's go out and look for trade."
They arrived at a hotel, which was one frequented by their trade. Outside, Ma handed Mary the keys and said, "Charge ten dollars minimum and see he pays for taxi to the flat and then return here as quick as you can." Ma gave Mary ten dollars for expenses and left her saying she would try and get customers for her. Mary took a seat at a table near the entrance and ordered a scotch and twenty "Rothmans." Ma took a seat over the far side and watched approvingly as her pupil crossed her legs, showing a generous amount of white thigh, then lighted a cigarette and left it smouldering brazenly in between her thickly painted, purple lips as she had been instructed. It was only a few minutes before a military-looking man with a bristling moustache approached her table, and said, "Mind if I join you?"
"Please do," murmured Mary sexily.
She let her eyes adopt what she hoped was a come to bed look and when he said, "Can I get you a drink," replied, "Please, a double Scotch."
She knocked the ash from her cigarette, then replaced it in her lips.
The man was eyeing her body and she saw Ma watching.
"Are you in business?" asked the man a little nervously.
Mary's lips turned in a smile. "I am, do you want some?"
"How much and for what," he asked.
Mary swallowed her Scotch then said, her voice low and husky. "Ten and the taxi to my place, fifteen if you want extras.
"What do I get for fifteen?"
Mary smiled "Whatever you want."
"And for ten," he persisted.
Mary took a deep breath, then said, "For ten you get just a... " she paused, then blurted, "fuck."
"Come on, then," said the man. "I will try ten dollars worth."
Mary was amazed to find how much she enjoyed being fucked by this complete stranger.
He did a good job on her and she thoroughly came herself. Afterwards, he paid and promised to come again.
Back in the pub-hotel, Ma could not help but overhear a group of young Northerners, who intent on enjoying themselves on a visit to London, were drinking a lot and talking about finding a woman to share. They kept pointing to first one and then the other.
Ma smiled across at them and said, "Listen boys in a few minutes one of the loveliest bits of cunt you have ever seen will be here. She will give all three of you a good ride for twenty dollars."
"When she comes in, ask her over," said one of the young men.
"Does she suck?" asked another eagerly.
Ma said, "Sure, she sucks and fucks both ways as well."
A few minutes later, Mary, looking calm, cool and seductive, entered, a half-smoked cigarette smouldering in her lips.
Ma called her over.
The boys looked, unbelievingly. Mary smiled and Ma said, "Mary these three want a good time. They will give you twenty for an hour."
Mary seated herself at the youth's table and said, "Get me a drink." The scotch arrived and Ma left. She looked at them, then said, "Do you want me separately or all at once?"
"No. All in, then we can watch each other perform," said the leader.
"Think you can take three pricks, all right?"
Mary laughed, "I can take all the prick you can give."
They were three good-looking boys, and Mary looked forward to acting as the object of their desires. She stripped off as soon as she got to the flat and lay on the bed, her legs open waiting. Halfway through the second boy's fucking of her she was so high in rut that she started to talk, "Oh faster, faster, harder. Go on fuck me, fuck, fuck met" When he had emptied his spunk inside her cunt, the third boy said, "Can I fuck your ass?"
"Sure," said Mary turning on her stomach. "Go on, fuck my ass."
His prick was not too big and she thoroughly enjoyed the rather painful but thrilling experience. They all had a breather then one of the boys suggested Mary should suck them all off.
She did so and for the first time found pleasure even in the act of spunk swallowing.
CHAPTER THREE
During the next few months she became an experienced prostitute. It was a Friday night when, sat in the bar of a pub, she suddenly saw Mike at the bar together with her husband. The two men looked up as the heavily painted prostitute approached them.
She was now blonde and looked years older than her twenty years. As usual, a cigarette smouldered between her lavishly painted Lips. The two men did not even suspect her of being the girl they had raped about six months ago. She smiled at Mike and Bob, "Buy me a drink, love."
From the look of her, she had already had several.
Mike bought her a double gin, which she drank like water.
"You looking for a girl?" she asked.
"Sure, how much?" asked Bob.
"Fiver each for the night and you can fuck me anyhow and as often as you like.
The idea of having her husband pay to fuck his own wife appealed to Mary. She also felt thrilled at the prospect of getting Mike's big prick stuck up her again. She had never forgot the fucking she got from him and, surprising though it seemed, her new trade, far from lowering her desires, only made sex more necessary. Even Ma was amazed by Mary's sexual appetite, for she often took twenty and thirty men a day, then complained she wanted more. They agreed to Mary's suggestion that she should be allowed to have another couple of drinks. While she quickly polished these off, they paid her in advance as she asked.
Back at the flat, she got undressed first and fast, then lighted a cigarette, and said, "Come on now I want you both to give me all the fucking you can.
"How do you want her?" Bob asked Mike.
"I fancy seeing if I can fuck her cunt while you shag her ass.
"That sounds lovely," agreed Mary. It was amazing how much Mary's cunt had opened up and it was only when Mike, with one savage thrust, slammed the full length of his massive prick into her quite easily, that she fully appreciated what a big cunt she now had. He rolled her on top of him and Mary's ass was then invaded by her husband's cock.
They then, both fully stuck inside the girl, went on their sides and started to fuck away. Mary was mad with desire as the two pricks slammed into her. Again and again she bathed Mike's fucking tool with her love juice and determined in future to have this delightful experience of twin fucking again.
She regretted that another nice juicy prick was not available for her to suck on. All night long the two men had her in every possible way; and when they left, they still did not know she was in fact Mary, the young and innocent wife they had seduced half a year ago.
It was a year later and Ma had left Mary with a big Negro who had satisfied her with his prick, which was bigger than Mike's.
He suggested she go up to Birmingham and live with him as his wife. So good in bed was he that Mary thought he could satisfy her needs. For the first month he fucked her night and day gallantly, with great fervor, for Mary's needs were great. However, as was only to be expected of any man, he could not sustain the pace and she began to go a Little short again.
Mary's boyfriend, Aly, was terribly jealous and by a supreme effort she had managed to change her way of living. She now wore hardly any makeup and had given up smoking and drinking. As a result of her new way of life, she again looked young and beautiful. Then money grew shorter and, in the end, Aly was declared redundant. Mary's savings went and Aly said he could get a job in London that was well-paying and come home at weekends.
This he did, and so from Monday to Saturday, Mary was without a man. When Aly came home he more than made up for it but when he left Sunday night, Mary wondered how she would feel by the following Saturday. On Wednesday of that week she was going mad for sex. She had never got much pleasure out of frigging herself and, though she tried this, got little relief. By nightfall she felt terrible and decided to go to the cinema to take her mind off her need.
She was on her way to the cinema when all at once an Indian she passed in the street stopped and turning round, said, "Excuse me, aren't you Aly's woman?"
"Yes," she admitted, vaguely remembering being introduced to the Indian by Aly.
"Where are you going?" he questioned.
"Oh, well, Aly's away and I thought I would go to the cinema for a change."
"Why not come with me to a little party at my friend's house?"
Before she could answer, he urged, "Aly will not know."
Mary said, "No thanks."
In spite of her protests, she found him very persistent. Finally, she walked away from him. It was ten when the film ended and she came out feeling better. She decided to walk home for it was not far and she left the lighted main road to turn into the back streets leading to her home. She was level with the entrance to her street when the car pulled up next to her.
She turned idly as it did so and the next moment a hand clasped a rag over her face. She was dimly aware of being bundled into a car, and then passed out. She awoke and found herself on a strange bed in a strange house, tied down with strips of torn sheets to the bed. Mary was also stark naked and clustered around the bed were at least a dozen leering black faces. A voice she recognized as that of the Indian who had accosted her in the street earlier spoke.
"Now, boys, show this white whore what a dozen black pricks can do for her."
She fought, but had no chance, and the first of them rammed his black prick into her cunt and began to fuck. She tried hard not to respond but could not help herself. Her body started to move in rhythmic fucking motion with him. The restraining hands left her, as she cried out, "Oh yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me all of you. Please fuck me to pieces!"
Throughout the night she took all they could give her. She was reluctant to leave the following morning, so well had they performed on her.
In the future, however, she knew where to come whenever she was prick starved.
BOOK THREE - LUST THERAPY
CHAPTER ONE
The rather overpainted, lavishly dressed young woman seated next to the youth in the almost empty cinema kept glancing at him. Colin, who was sixteen, wished she had chosen somewhere else to sit, for then he could have indulged in his usual practice on his half day off, tossing himself off. He had, in fact, been in the process of having a nice wank when the woman had come and sat beside him and he had only time to throw his coat over his unzipped fly and his quite large, stiff, protruding prick.
Colin in turn glanced at the woman and saw what a sexy looking piece she was and longed more than ever to go on with the delightful task she had interrupted. The woman was delving in her handbag and produced a pack of cigarettes from it. She took one from the packet and stuck it between her overpainted scarlet lips, then seeing the boy watching, pushed the pack towards him and said in a voice as sex filled as her appearance, "Want a smoke?"
Colin fumbled in the pack, taking one, but as he did so his jacket slipped from his lap onto the floor, revealing his open fly and still-stiff prick.
Colin felt his face go red and his first instinct was to run as he hastily bent down to retrieve his coat. He heard the woman chuckle softly and she flicked her lighter and held it before him. He lighted his cigarette and to his amazement saw she was smiling as she lighted her own. She blew out a stream of smoke, then leaning over towards him, murmured, "You naughty boy, so you have been wanking, have you?"
Confidence returning at her reactions, Colin replied. "Yes." Then added, "it's the only place I can go to do it in the daytime."
"Have you not shot your load yet?" the woman asked.
"No," replied Colin, pleased at the way she seemed interested in his wanking.
"Well, go on, have yourself a nice wank and I will watch out for anyone coming."
Colin needed no second bidding and he was soon sighing and moaning softly as the efforts of his pistoning hand brought him near to shooting his spunk load. He found it one of his most enjoyable wanks and shot more spunk into his handkerchief than he ever had before.
When he had recovered, the young woman leaned close and Colin decided to be bold and slipped his arm round her shoulders, drawing her closer.
"What's your name?" inquired the boy. "Marion Wade," replied the woman, smiling, then added, "I am twenty-five and am married to a man named John who is ten years older than me.
"Does he not give you enough prick."
"No one man could give me all I want, but I am always prepared to let a nice-looking boy like yourself try. I suppose you have a girl though?" she queried.
Colin's hands were now roving over her breasts and sending shivers of delight through her body.
"Yes, my girl's name is Linda. She is sixteen and very beautiful but far too goody goody for my liking," said the boy.
"In what way?" inquired Marion.
"Oh, she rarely smokes, will not drink and does not like bad language; in other words, she is a bit of a square."
"How about sex, does she do a turn for you?"
"Now and again she gives me a toss off and lets me frig her off, but I have only fucked her once about two weeks ago and I had to force her.
"She cried like a baby and would only see me again on the understanding that I would never try to have sex again. That's why I am in here wanking this afternoon because I am seeing her tonight." The boy stopped his manipulations on her body and digging into his pocket offered Marion a cigarette.
Both lit up and Marion said, "Look, do you fancy having a sex session with me," then added lustfully, "I can promise you that I am no good girl, I am very bad."
"That's exactly what I need, a bad woman," laughed Colin. "When can we meet?"
"Well, my husband knows that I like a strong young boy like yourself to service me but he does not mind as long as he can have a young girl to amuse him. As she spoke, Marion let her hand rove over to Colin's lap and she gripped the bulge of his prick firmly through his trousers. She took a deep long drag on her cigarette then, still caressing the growing bulge in his trousers, said, "How would you feel about bringing your girl Linda around to our place tonight and allow my husband John to give her some sexual education while you and I have our fun?"
"You mean let your husband fuck her?" gasped Colin, horrified at the thought.
"Yes, while you fuck me, imagine how exciting it would be for us to see your goody snooty little girl friend taking my husband's big prick while we enjoy a real good fucking. I bet she would not be so square and sex shy after that," encouraged Marion.
"But she would never let him do it," gasped the boy.
"All the better; then he will have to do what you did and rape her."
The idea of seeing Linda take it from a man while he screwed his wife began to appeal to Colin. Before he left the cinema he had agreed to take his girl to the Wade's home that evening.
Later that evening after dinner, she looked at John, her big husband, and said, "Darling, I met a very nice boy of about eighteen today in the cinema." John smiled, well aware of his wife's sexual appetite for young boys.
"He is coming here tonight and he tells me that he has a beautiful sex shy sixteen-year-old girl friend that he is bringing along for you to amuse yourself with."
At once, John showed his pleasure as she went on to describe the afternoon's events in full detail.
Later he went out to replenish supplies of cigarettes and drinks. It was a little after seven P.M. when the doorbell rang and John opened the door to find the couple waiting. "Ah, come in, you must be Colin and Linda," he beamed.
His lustful eyes surveyed the gorgeous young creature with the good-looking boy. She looked older than sixteen because her body was that of a fully developed woman. She wore no makeup and looked very sweet and innocent as she stood shyly being introduced to his wife. While Marion hung up the couples coats, John took the youth to one side and said, "Right now get your girl to take some drink and make her happy."
The four seated themselves facing each other, Linda and Colin on one sofa and Marion and John on the other sofa. John wheeled the trolley, on which was stacked a large supply of drink and cigarettes, between the two sofas. "Help yourselves to whatever you want," John invited them.
He poured two large glasses of whisky for Marion and himself while Marion helped herself to a pack of cigarettes.
Colin did likewise 'and offered the open pack to Linda, who though she very seldom smoked took one without saying anything and accepted a light. However, when Colin asked what she would have to drink, she retorted that he knew very well she did not drink. John took a half bottle of Drambuie and poured out a wine glass full, then putting it before the girl, said, "Here, try this; I feel sure you will like it, dear."
Marion swallowed her whisky like it was water and looked with disgust at the girl saying, "Come on, love, don't be a spoil sport; live a little." Slowly Linda raised the glass to her lips and sipped it She had tasted several types of drink before and thought them awful. However, the sweet, pleasant, warming taste of this was quite good. She sipped a little more, then put the glass down, and said, "Oh yes, that is very nice."
John began then to tell jokes which at first were quite clean and Linda sipped steadily at the large glass before her and was soon laughing loud at the jokes. Then Marion began to tell a few rather dirty ones which would normally have shocked the young girl but the warm glow spreading inside her made her want to laugh and her head felt a little giddy.
Her glass, she saw to some surprise, was empty and Colin asked if she wanted another drink. She nodded and once more her glass was filled with the potent liquor. Marion whispered something to John and he got up and took a small glass phial from the drawer that contained a powerful eastern aphrodisiac drug designed to stimulate sexual hunger in even the most frigid female. He took Linda's drink and emptied the entire contents into it. The girl was busy lighting the cigarette Colin had just given her and noticed nothing.
As she sipped her new drink, John asked if they would care to see a little film show. They agreed and John fitted up a small screen and explaining that it lasted only fifteen minutes and was automatic set the machine going at the same time switching out the light. He poked Colin on the back of the head and indicated Marion on the opposite couch.
Colin got up and crossed over. Linda, her senses a little befuddled with drink, looked up in surprise as John sat down beside her. Then the film started and claimed all the attention.
It was quite dirty without being obscene and also very comical and suggestive. She was soon laughing at the antics of the man who had got inside a nudist colony by mistake.
John took hold of the half-filled glass of liquor before the girl and, raising it to the girls Lips, whispered, "Come on, Linda, let's see you finish your drink." The girl giggled drunkenly and began to drink from the raised glass. She drained it and John glanced across at the sofa his wife and Colin were occupying.
In the dim light from the screen, he could see his wife's hands busy caressing the boy's lap while Colin's hands were thrust inside the bodice of Marion's dress.
The film ended and when John snapped the light on, Linda saw a scene which made her gasp. Marion had Colin's prick in her hand while he had his hand up her skirt. Before she could object, John joined her and said, "Look at your boy friend enjoying himself with my wife."
Then as they watched, the couple rose and began hurriedly to undress. Linda called out, "Colin are you mad, what are you doing?"
The boy, now stark naked, his stiff throbbing prick sticking out in front of him surveyed Marion's curvaceous now nude body and replied, "I am going to fuck this woman, fuck her like you won't let me fuck you."
As if in a dream, Linda saw her boy friend throw himself on the woman saw her hand grasp and guide his prick to the target between her legs, heard her gasp of lustful pleasure as his prick rammed home and John, who always derived considerable pleasure from seeing his randy wife fucked by someone else, watched as her body bucked and thrust wantonly on the boy's driving, fucking cock.
The couple fucked madly and they both reached their climax together, leaving both gasping with pleasure. As Colin pulled his limp prick from Marion's spunk-soaked cunt, he looked across at John and said, "Your wife is a great fuck. Now I want to see you fuck my girl."
Linda got to her feet but her legs collapsed and she screamed in terror as she saw the husband of the woman Colin had just taken stripping.
As he did so, Marion told Colin to hold Linda and she began to undress the terrified girl.
In spite of Linda's struggles they soon had her naked and Linda screamed as she saw the big prick that was going to rape her come into view. She was crying as Colin held her shoulders to the floor and Marion put a cushion under the girl's ass, thus leaving her cunt more easy for her husband to penetrate. The struggles ceased and the fight went out of Linda as John eagerly bent over the beautiful body of the prostrate teenager.
He showed no consideration for his victim for, as his wife parted the girl's cunt Lips for him, he drove his prick hard and deep into her young tender cunt. The scream of agony from her Lips told them that the prick had penetrated deep into her and with one great lunge John drove the remainder of his prick up her. His balls were now right against her cunt Lips and Colin's prick had leaped up stiff and erect as he surveyed the delightful scene of this big prick buried in his so morally virtuous girl's cunt.
"Go on, John, fuck her!" he yelled.
"Fuck her to pieces make her appreciate what a real fucking is."
As he spoke, the man began to lunge in and out, fucking slowly at first and feeling the tightness of her cunt gripping his prick as he did so. Colin and Marion watched excitedly, bending down to get a better view. As the speed of the fuck increased, low moans came from the girl's lips. Then her body began to move with him as pleasure replaced the pain in the girl's body. Linda could not understand her feelings, for she was being raped yet unable to control the urge to respond to this stranger's fucking.
"Look, she is enjoying it!" screamed Colin as he saw her body thrusting up to meet his wild lunges.
Marion threw herself on the floor by Linda's side and cried, "fuck me, Colin." He was ready and willing to do so and side by side with Linda and John they fucked madly.
The girl screamed with pleasure as she felt her own climax erupt, then hot searing spunk was being fed into her, spattering against the deepest confines of her cunt as he exploded inside her. Slowly the four disentangled themselves, John helping Linda to the sofa and sitting beside her.
Silently he poured out four generous glasses of whiskey, handing one to each of the others. Linda took the glass from him without a word, her hand trembling slightly. Colin, who had gone to sit with Marion, sneered across at the girl, "You seemed to enjoy that raping you just got from John."
Linda did not reply and he continued, "Well, perhaps you will not be so fucking moral now that you have been raped twice."
Marion was trying hard to restore Colin's prick to its former stiffness by caressing it with great expertise while he fondled her big tits. "Look at my cow of a wife trying to stiffen up your boy's cock so he can manage to give her another fucking. Want a smoke?" asked John, offering the young girl his packet.
Linda selected one and lighted it and with one hand holding her glass the other her cigarette, John decided to take advantage of her position and let one of his hands stray over and fondle her firm breasts. He half expected her to push his hand away, but apart from drawing deeply on her cigarette she made no motion. Her next actions however made him gasp in astonishment for she drained her glass and put it down on the table then placed her smouldering cigarette between her lips thus leaving both her hands free. She then reached over with one hand and grabbed the hand John was not using and guided it to her still wet gash. She smiled at the man twenty years her senior as he probed her cunt with his forefinger experimentally.
Simultaneously she let her other hand rove over his body till she found his stiff prick and let her fingers close around the hot stem.
Marion now having her cunt violently frigged by Colin said, "Look at that, Colin." The boy turned around to view the spectacle of his girl friend, cigarette smouldering between her lips and both hands now stroking John's cock. Linda saw him watching her and smiled. Marion said to Colin, in a voice loud enough for all to hear, "How would you like me to amuse you next, do you want to fuck my cunt again, or would you rather bugger me or maybe you want me to suck your cock off for you."
Colin said, "Oh, will you suck me off, I have always wanted that?"
With a perverted smile, Marion went on her knees before him; then without any hesitation clamped her mouth around his knob and began to suck like mad on his stiff prick. Colin was soon moaning and writhing in ecstasy at the wonderful feeling of being sucked off for the first time. Linda and John had stopped playing with each other and were watching the performance on the other couch.
"My wife loves cocksucking," commented John.
"What does she do when he comes," whispered Linda, her voice filled with desire and lust.
"She drinks it, swallows it; just watch."
As he said this, Colin's body jerked in wild frenzy and they saw the cock lack in Marion's mouth. The swallowing sounds as she drank his offering left them in no doubt as to where the spunk was going and it was with obvious relish she drained him dry. When she at last relinquished Colin's limp, spent prick from her lips, it was plain she had enjoyed drinking his come, for she was licking her Lips rather like a cat does after drinking cream.
Marion poured herself a drink and lighted a smoke while Colin, who had during the course of the evening now shot his load three times and drank a good deal, released, exhausted. John's wife came over to where Linda and he sat, now inactive.
"Well, my husband likes being sucked off, are you going to do it for him or should I?" she addressed the girl.
John got up from the sofa and Marion took his place beside the lovely girl. He stood before Linda, his big prick sticking out like a stiff throbbing pole directly in line with the sixteen-year-old's virgin mouth. Slowly he moved nearer so that the head of his knob could be felt by the girl and its purple dome-shaped knob was only a fraction of an inch away from her mouth.
"Go on, girl, open your mouth and take it," encouraged Marion.
Linda's mouth opened, then her lips set in a large O shape as she lowered them on to the prick knob. John pushed forward slightly so that half his prick buried itself inside her mouth.
"Now, Linda, suck it like a lollipop," urged Marion.
Linda's eyes closed as she began to suck on the column of male prick. To her amazement she found she enjoyed the act and her Lips then tightened firmer around his prick as her head bobbed up and down. John then started to move in a slow fucking action of her mouth while she sucked greedily on it. Marion thought how delightfully obscene this pretty young girl looked with her husband's prick in her mouth.
"Any minute now you are going to have your mouth invaded by my husband's spunk," whispered Marion, then added, "You must swallow it all."
Linda felt the cock stiffen in her mouth and tasted the first dribble of spunk from it erupt in her mouth. She glued her lips tighter around it and he forced his prick further in her mouth. Then spunk spurted into her mouth spattering against the back of her throat. Gallantly she began to swallow the hot sticky offering but could not prevent a little dribbling from her lips down on to her chin. Again and again his prick fed spunk to her and greedily Linda gulped it down her throat. At last he had no more to offer and she let his limp prick slip from her mouth.
After this, they all dressed, had a final drink, promised to come again the following week and Linda and Colin left in time to catch the last bus home. On the bus, Colin asked Linda if she was glad she had gone to the Wade's house.
Linda smiled, "Yes and I promise in future I will be a different girl." Later as they walked home Linda asked Colin what he was doing the following evening.
"Oh, it's the gang's party night so I will not be able to see you."
"Can I not go with you," she asked.
"No. It goes on all night and it's very wild," replied Colin.
"Well, I will tell my parents I am staying with a friend. They won't bother me for they give me a free hand."
So it was that the following night Colin waited in the cafe on the corner for Linda.
The door opened and a girl entered who at first he did not recognize as his girl friend Linda. She wore a tight fitting, low-cut, red satin dress, which showed off every curve of her young body. Her jet black hair hung loose about her shoulders. Black fishnet nylons and stiletto shoes adorned her legs and feet.
But the most startling change was in her face, normally sweet and devoid of makeup, it was now heavily plastered like Marion's with exotic paint. Long false eyelashes, eye shadow, mascara, her heavily painted lips and purple glistening nails made her look older and quite brazen. She sat beside him smiling as he recovered his breath.
"God, you look marvelous," he said.
"Let's go then," she answered.
"I'll just get some smokes first."
Linda said, "Oh, get me forty Rothmans, will you?"
Colin said, "Did you say forty?" She nodded. "It's an all night party so I will need plenty."
CHAPTER TWO
They arrived at the boy's house where the party was to take place in the absence of his parents. It was secluded and set in its own large grounds. Once inside, Colin introduced Linda to the other boys and girls.
She was greeted enthusiastically by the dozen or so youths present and quite coolly by the four other girls, none of who could compare with her. Colin recognized them as the usual four slags that they all shared on party nights and all the boys seemed to be devouring Linda with their eyes. The couple sat down and were at once joined by Mark, a tall muscular twenty-year-old who was leader of the gang.
Colin was scared of him and had no wish to cross him. "What can I get you two to drink?" he questioned, his hot lust-filled eyes on Linda.
"Whatever you can offer will do," smiled Linda, adding, "As long as there's lots of it."
He brought over a bottle of brandy and filled three glasses. Then he asked if they would be staying the night and showed his pleasure when they said they would be. They talked pleasantly for an hour but Mark all the time was plying Linda with the strong liquor.
The party began to get wilder and the air grew heavily scented with smoke from the strange looking thin brown cigarettes most of them were smoking. Mark opened his case and offered Linda one of these. She hesitated and he said, "Try one, I think you will enjoy them."
"They are reefers, aren't they?" the lovely girl asked.
"Yes," broke in Colin. "And I would advise you not to smoke one as you can become addicted to them, like most here." It was with pleasure that Colin saw Linda decide against having one and instead fight one of her own tipped Rothmans. Mark left them, obviously annoyed at Colin's action and went over to the bar to join a group of the gang. "How's it going, Mark, with the sex bomb? Do you think any of us will make her tonight?" one of them asked.
"Oh, she will do a turn all right, if only we can get rid of that silly twat Colin, who is guarding her very well."
Mark said to Ben, a black youth, "Go and tell., Colin I want to see him." Then he told another lad to bring Helen.
Colin arrived back with Ben and looked nervously at the group.
Mark eyed the boy coolly, then said, "Listen, you have done very well in finding such a gorgeous piece as Linda, but in the past like everyone else here, you have shared our girls and now you cannot stop us trying to make yours."
The other voices made sounds of their approval. Mark spoke next to Helen the fat blousy cow who had joined them, and said, "I want you to take care of Colin tonight while we do the same for his Linda, understand?" Colin had no option but to agree. Linda stubbed out her cigarette and then saw Colin and Helen go and sit together across the other side of the room and felt anger at him for deserting her for that fat cow.
Mark came across and said, "Hello. Has your boyfriend found someone else?" Linda was a Little drunk but still gulped at the drink he poured out. Mark sat beside her and slipped his arm around her shoulders.
"Never mind, a lovely girl like you will be able to get a man anytime."
"Can I try a reefer, please?" asked Linda, anxious to obtain some form of revenge against Colin.
At first she did not Like it at all, but gradually it made her feel gay and lightheaded.
People were beginning to get very drunk and Linda herself was no exception, for she now had difficulty seeing straight and her words were slurred when she spoke. Mark began to caress and fondle her breasts openly through her dress. She could not see any of the other four girls at all and asked where they had gone.
"Well, we have several bedrooms and I would guess they are being fucked in them. "How about you and me finding one?" he asked Linda.
She thought of Colin and the fat blonde. Yes, she would show him.
"AU right," she agreed, "let's go."
As he guided her across the floor, the others winked and nodded their approval. The bed was large and he helped her to undress. Then quickly followed suit herself. She had hardly time to prepare herself for him when he was between her parted thighs, his solid prick forcing its way deep into her cunt. God, she thought, this is the third man I have had up there. Then she gave herself up to lust and his fucking.
He was good and before he came off she had three wonderful orgasms.
"You are a marvelous fuck" he said. "Now go and enjoy yourself with the others for a while and I will see you later."
Ten minutes later, she emerged from the bedroom staggering a Little and returned to the room to find now the other girls and boys all naked. A couple were fucking on the floor and she recognized them as Colin and the fat blonde. Someone grabbed her arm and took her to a corner. It was the black boy Ben.
"Come on, baby, get undressed."
She did as he requested, then turned in all her nude loveliness to him and saw his big black prick bigger than even John Wade's. She reached out for it and then moaning softly spread-eagled herself on the floor in front of him. He buried the knob in the young cunt Lips and she struggled to impale herself more on his black prick.
"Go on," she murmured sensuously, "put it all into me, all of it."
Gradually he forced it all into her, the prick forcing and stretching the walls of her cunt apart till he was buried to the hilt. Then he began to fuck and she responded, superbly moving her body with him. She began to do something she had never done or dreamed she ever would do before.
She moaned, "Oh yes, fuck me, go on, fuck me to pieces with your big black prick!"
She found that by mouthing the obscene words she got perverted and licentious thrills. At last his hot spunk jetted into her and she collapsed in ecstasy. She got on the chair, her thighs wet and sticky, her gash soaking. Mark came over and said, "Here, Linda, and gave her another reefer."
She accepted a light and then blowing out the acrid smoke, said, 'Tell your friends that I am now ready to entertain them in any way they like."
Mark smiled and returning to the group of naked men by the bar he pointed to the dark corner where Linda was seated.
"Ben and I have both fucked the young girl Colin brought, why don't some of you try your luck now."
Colin was now very drunk and started to make a feeble protest, 'Take it easy, Mark, she's only sixteen, you know."
Ben replied, "Well, she's the best fuck I have had and she loves it."
Ken, an ugly thick set youth of Colin's age, said, "I'll go over and see if she fancies my prick up her."
"Mind if I come as well?" asked Terry.
"No. Come on, she can suck one of us while the other fucks her."
The two youths went over to the very dark corner Linda was seated in. By the glow of her reefer they saw her pretty painted face, her firm young breasts and glistening thighs. Linda smiled a greeting at them. She stubbed out her reefer and said, "I am a little high and drunk."
"Yes, well, how about letting me have some of what you have already let Mark and Ben have?" asked Ken.
Linda eyed his small but erect prick and said, "Oh, How do you want it?" She actually meant in what position he wanted to have her in and was shocked when the youth replied, "ever been buggered up your asshole."
The girl said uncertainly, "Do you mean, you want to fuck my ass?"
"Of course, I prefer fucking girls assholes and am quite good at it."
"No, please, I don't think I would like it," she said feebly as he sat down by her side.
"Of course, you will. Here, lay over the arm of this couch with your legs out and your ass in the air," Ken instructed the naked girl.
Linda was grabbed by the two youths and, though struggling, was too weak to resist. Her virgin ass now draped over the arm of the chair and easily accessible, Linda felt the cheeks of her ass parted and Terry rubbed his fingers in the spunk on her cunt and began to lubricate her rosebud anus with it. Linda's body contracted as she felt his spunky finger force its way up her ass.
She began to sob silently; then she felt the heat of the other boy's knob at the entrance to her anus. Even though his cock was quite small it hurt terribly as he inch by inch drove it up into her ass. Then he began to move inside her and at first she was aware only of pain, humiliation and a terrible feeling of sickness inside her. It was several minutes before she began to experience a strange rather painful but distinct pleasure. Then her ass began to move in unison with his pistoning prick and Terry, seeing this, went round to where Linda's head lay across the other arm of the chair. He had quite a nice-sized prick and it was stiff as a result of watching his mate stuffing this lovely girl's virgin ass.
"See, it's not bad having your ass fucked after all, is it? Here give me a nice blow while you wait for Ken to shoot his spunk in your little rectum."
With that he stuck his prick in her face and aimed the knob at her lavishly painted lips. Linda with a moan sucked as much as she could into her mouth, then sucking madly on the fleshy pole, began to bob her head up and down on it. Now she was feeling intense pleasure from the buggering she was getting and the additional pleasure of a mouthful of cock was heaven. To her surprise, she felt her own flood gates open even though her cunt was not being stimulated. Terry had never experienced anything like the sucking he was getting from this cocksucking beautiful teenager.
"I am coming, Linda," he moaned.
Fascinated, he watched the girl gulp his spunk, greedily rolling it around her mouth, tasting it first. She continued to suck till he was drained dry; then, when he had just let his shrunken tool fall from her lips, she yelled in ecstasy as Ken fed his spunk into her bowels. It felt even better than having it up her cunt and she almost fainted with pleasure.
The boys left and Linda decided she needed a shit, for he had stirred it up for her with his prick. Stiff and a trifle sore she found her way to the toilet.
Meanwhile Ken and Terry went back to the rest of the gang and Colin was in the act of pulling his prick out of the fat blonde's cunt, having fed her his spunk for the second time that night. He looked at the two youths. "Well, did you give her a good time?"
Terry grinned, "Well, she sucked me off, but, boy, what she did for Ken."
"What?" asked Colin mystified.
For reply Ken pointed to his now limp prick on which could clearly be seen brown stains.
"Well, she knows what its like to be buggered now as well as fucked," Ken grinned.
At that moment, Linda, staggering a little, returned to the room. She came towards the group of young men, a perverted smile of drunken lust on her pretty painted face. Her body nude and desirable, she made a picture of wantonness.
"Somebody give me a smoke and a drink, please," she said.
Willing hands provided both; then Mark, a smirk on his face, said, "Say, boys, what do you say to us getting rid of the other four cows and then we can all give Linda here the kind of good time she needs. All seemed to agree, even Colin, and Linda only smiled.
Ten minutes later the other four girls had been unceremoniously ejected and Linda was now the center of the dozen youths attention. She blew out a stream of smoke between her carmined lips and went with them into a bedroom.
"Get on the bed," said Colin, now as eager as the others to help in any way he could in debauching his lovely sixteen-year-old girl friend. For the remainder of the night, Linda got the spunk of all the youths in her cunt, ass, and throat took it gladly.
BOOK FOUR - YOUNG TAIL
CHAPTER ONE
Carter turned and looked at the lovely girl who had accompanied old Slazier into the cellar. The old devil had been right, she looked a perfect angel and yet if what he had been told was true she was a vixen. She could not have been more than seventeen and yet she eyed him with the appraising look of a mature woman.
She wore a beautiful cape in gleaming black-polished Indiana rubber, which her uncle was helping her to slip from her shapely but very slender shoulders. Beneath it she wore a hip-hugging sheath of a skirt in sheer black, elasticized latex rubber. A gleaming metal zipper was visible at the side of the tight-fitting waist and two smaller zippers gleamed down near the hem at each side. Carter realized these additional zippers were to draw the skirt in to hug the thighs and make a perfectly clinging fit. A crisp white blouse clad the upper part of this charming girl and when she turned with her back to him, Carter saw that the latex rubber skirt fitted her so well that the outline of her panties could be easily seen.
Apart from a mumbled word of greeting when they had first been introduced, the girl had not said a word. Carter watched her uncle taking her blouse from her and then that wonderfully stimulating rubber, skirt sheath and now the seventeen-year-old girl stood near him clad only in her nylon stockings, a brief pair of rubber panties and a flimsy bra, the twin cups of which were frilled and obviously pliable thin rubber.
From under the rubber knickers the tethered Carter could see just a sly, stray, dark curled hair of her pube and as her uncle brought her nearer to him, Carter saw how wonderfully well developed she was for her age. The girl ran her cool hands over his shoulders and back, enjoying the feel of his nakedness.
"Feel him down the front as well, if you want to," Slazier muttered to his excited niece. The cool hands moved round to the stomach of the heavily panting man. The muscles tightened at the soft caressing touch of the young girl's fingers.
She hesitated as her hands moved down his heaving stomach close to the start of his thickish, jet black, hairy mesh near his genitals. It was the hand of Slazier on his niece's wrist that made the girl move her fingertips into the fringe of the old fellow's sexual hair. It was only natural that the penis that was so near began to jerk into a firmer stiffness until it reared like another arm of flesh from his belly. He was hoping the soft warm hands would actually caress his penis, but it was not to be.
Slazier, with a cruel laugh, pulled the girl away from the helpless, tethered old man and handed her a wicked-looking cat, which consisted of seven strong leather thongs sprouting from a thick leather handle.
As soon as she took a firm hold on that instrument of cruel flagellation, she stepped back again close to the helpless man. At a word of command from her uncle, she took hold of the man's still very erect penis in her left hand and held her right arm high, ready to bring the lashes of the whip down across his body.
"Play with him a bit, dear," Slazier told her. "Make him nice and stiff, use that soft palm of yours, my sweet girl, before you use the whip."
Soft moans of pleasure came from the old man Carter as the comparatively inexperienced handling of his tool thrilled him to the very core. His penis jerked and throbbed as it had not done for many years, that old devil Slazier was right-there was nothing like a young pretty girl and a whip to make an old man randy and sexy again.
The white fingers of the girl agitated the firm, throbbing length of sexual gristle until her uncle told her that she had given enough of that sort of pleasure-she must use the whip now. Carter quite thought she would stand back away from him and whip his naked backside, the girl certainly stood a pace away from him but as soon as she raised her arm higher and took aim he saw that she was about to do a terrible thing to him.
"Stop her, Slazier, stop her, you swine!" old Carter cried out. "She's aiming at my front, she'll hit my prick if she's not careful. Shell... no... no... no. No!... Eeeeeaaaaaaaaaa WwiDiDweeeeeeeeeeaaaaoooo!"
Slazier had no intention of stopping his randy young niece. He saw the gleam in her eyes as she brought the lashes down so that they struck and caressed around the firm barrel of the old man's firmly erected penis. As the scream died down, the old man closed his eyes and for a moment Slazier thought the pain may have been too much for him. He looked as if he might pass out.
The girl had no such qualms, the arm rose, the whip fell... swisshhhhhhhhhh... the slender lashes again brought acute shooting pains to the virile prick of the old fellow. This second blow causing such spasms of pain and a strange pleasure had the effect of bringing old Carter fully back to his senses.
Another cruel blow, another and another, by the seventh rising and falling of that white slender arm holding the cruel whip the once proud tool of Carter was bleeding and limp, the virile and manly upstandingness had been flogged out of it.
Fearing she might do him some real harm, Slazier took the whip from her, telling the randy and flushed young girl to try and make Mr. Carter's lovely prick nice and big again. Carter sighed and groaned as the warm soft hands went again to his lacerated and very sore cock, slowly she fondled the full length of the limp finger of flesh. His groaning took on a more intense tone when very soon her fingers began to have an effect on his tool, the prick began to leap and jerk into some semblance of an erection again.
Slazier enjoyed watching his young and very pretty niece wanking this poor bleeding prick until it was fully aroused and very hard again.
"There, Carter, you old rogue," Slazier was saying, "you loved being played with by a young teenager didn't you, and even if she did hurt your prick with the whip it was worth it, wasn't it, to have her playing with it now, eh?"
Carter nodded, he felt exhausted in some strange way and stimulated as well. A tremor of sheer ecstasy went through him when he heard Slazier tell the girl to kneel down in front of the nice Mr. Carter and to continue to play with his big cock with both her hands. He was not prepared for what followed for Slazier now picked up the whip and standing a pace or so to the side and slightly to the rear of the tethered man he brought the cat down viciously across the backside of the old fellow.
Carter gave a scream, partly from the pain and partly from the shock surprise of this attack. Two, three, four, five... six times the whip rose and fell. Carter felt he could stand no more but then as the arm rose to prepare for the seventh pain-wracking blow a new sensation pervaded his aroused senses. At a sign from her uncle, the girl had taken the full-bloodied knob of Carter's prick into her warm mouth and was sucking him.
The seventh blow filled him with pain but the sheer ecstasy of that warm sucking mouth engulfing his prickhead helped him to bear the pain. Uncle and niece had clearly been through what was to happen for as the blows of the whip became harder so the warm suckling mouth worked more urgently to thrill the old man. The mixture of the pain and pleasure kept the now randy Carter fully aroused and aware of his pleasure. That lovely girl with mouth wide open, sucking as much of his cock down her throat as she could while her fingers toyed with his heavy balls, made him able to take any amount of painful punishment from the lashes that scarred not only his buttocks but the tops of the backs of his thighs as well.
Carter was not the only one getting pleasure, both Slazier and his corrupted young niece were enjoying every moment of the session. The girl loved to feel this fat cock jerk in her mouth every time the lash brought sudden pain to the old fellow. Carter had been gammed many times in his long life of lechery but this was the first time he had been sucked while undergoing physical violence. The pain of the lashes seemed to accentuate the pleasure of the pretty girl's mouth over his inflamed tool. Whatever pleasure he would normally have derived from having an attractive teenager gam him was now far more intense and multiplied when it was accompanied with a severe flagellation of his naked body such as Slazier was giving him.
Never had he known his prick quite so firmly stiff and strong as this gentle tantalizing mouth kept it and then the moment he had been waiting for drew nearer. He saw Slazier throw down the whip, he heard the old fellow mutter, "Milk him right off now, dear, with your sweet mouth, milk him and swallow all his juice, it will do you good."
The fingers of the girl drew the foreskin even back more so that it was painfully taut, the mouth now sucked avidly, so avidly in fact that twenty seconds was enough to have the old Carter moaning and gasping in lustful ecstasy as his hot spunk was "milked" from him by that lovely teenager's mouth. That mouth was not lifted from his tool until the last drain had been sucked from his balls up his pipe and into her throat.
Carter watched Slazier taking his niece from the cellar. Never had he felt quite so satisfied, quite so wonderfully satisfied, even the best fuck he had ever had could not compare with the thrilling joy he had just experienced. A few minutes later, Slazier returned alone to untie his bonds and to help him to dress, ready for his departure from this house of lust.
BOOK FIVE - LESBO STRIPPERS
CHAPTER ONE
The blonde moved slowly and seductively about the tiny stage, long, shapely legs matching -the rhythm of a lazy number being played on a record player in the wings. A transparent underslip slithered to the floor to be expertly stepped out of without a break in the rhythm. Various articles of female clothing were strewn about the stage and the girl was now almost naked, the only coverings separating her body from the eyes of the audience being a pair of black high-heeled shoes, sheer gartered nylons and a pair of gossamer panties stretched tautly across her wide, undulating hips. Full, cuddlesome bare breasts jiggled and bounced as she moved, the nipples rouged and standing out against the smooth white flesh.
Depositing her shapely bottom on a high stool, she kicked off the shoes and made a production number out of sliding the garters down each thigh, facing the audience as she raised one leg at a time, knee bent, to peel the nylons from the lovely limbs, giving intimate glimpses of shaded, scantily covered crotch between them.
Little murmurs of appreciation and the clink of glasses came from the tables of the dimly lit club, the eye of every member centered hotly on the gleaming white body of the girl in the spotlight.
First one and then the other black nylon stocking was tossed into the air to float to the floor. With only her panties left to her, she got to her feet and strolled to the middle of the stage. She paused for a moment, smiling as she faced the audience, her long-fingered hands curved delicately under her round breasts, lifting them.
Then she swiveled to present her rear, posing, back slightly arched, legs apart. Slowly, her hands slid up her thighs and over her hips, thumbs hooked into the tight elastic waist of the red and black panties. The music stopped and there was a tense hush as she began to press downwards on the panties, her hips gently swaying from side to side.
Inch by tantalizing inch the panties were forced down, two white round globes like two delectable dumplings fashioned by a master sculptor rising over the top of the red and black nylon. Her hips took on a wider, more accentuated sway as more and more tempting flesh was revealed.
She stopped all movement with the panties stretched across the tops of her thighs, giving the audience a few moments to dwell on her bared buttocks, the delicious feminine roundness split down the center by the deep shadowy cleft. The lovely creamy flesh spread and tautened as she slid the panties down her long legs and bent to pull her bare feet from them.
Completely naked, she straightened, arms stretched, hands clasped high above her blonde head, arching her back and thrusting her bottom out. A toss of the head sent the heavy blonde tresses cascading to her shoulders as she raised herself onto her bare toes, giving the onlookers a few seconds' contemplation on the beauty and symmetry of her figure.
Her arms dropped to her sides, then, and, still standing on tip toe, she swiveled slowly, like a ballet dancer, to face her audience once more, hands sliding round from her hips to cross demurely over her pubic mount, where she posed, head bent. There came a roll of drums, her hands flashed out from her sides, a neat triangle of blonde hair glinted for a split second, and then the spotlight went out, plunging the stage into blackness, amidst applause and howls of disappointment.
Nora Best waited until the curtain had slid across and the stage fights had come on, then she moved swiftly about, retrieving her clothes and slipping her feet into the shoes. Then, clutching the clothing against her nude body as a shield, she rushed into the wings and made her way to the dressing room.
The pretty brunette turned from the mirror as Nora went in and threw her clothes onto a chair, flopping into another and reaching for cigarettes on the dressing table.
"What sort of audience have we tonight, Nora?" asked her friend and roommate, Sylvia Crane.
"Never varies, does it? Hear that howl that went up as the lights were doused? What do they want for their free entertainment-to watch me being fucked by a big buck?"
"Naughty!" Sylvia chided, standing up and drawing on elbow-length, red leather gloves, matching the red satin evening dress she was wearing.
"Well! Go on and get your act over with and let's get out of here-I'm bushed. You ordered a taxi?"
"Be here in ten minutes. See you."
As Sylvia went out, Nora got up and wiped the rouge from her nipples, using tissues and olive oil, grimacing at her image in the mirror as the two pink hubs of flesh stirred and hardened and she felt an answering twinge of sensation between her thighs.
"Sexy bitch!" she muttered, wiping the oil from her breasts with a soft towel. "Maybe a big buck wouldn't be such a bad idea, at that!"
Slipping on a pair of plain white cotton briefs and a bra, she folded her stage clothes and put them away in her case. By the time she had dressed in street clothes, Sylvia came back to the dressing room, as naked as she had been.
Nora lit another cigarette and sat watching her friend as she went through the routine of removing the rouge from her nipples, smiling slightly as hers, too, elongated and remained stiff and protuberant when she had finished. The brunette bent over her case, breasts swinging free as she hunted for a fresh pair of panties. Nora reached beneath her and gently tweaked the erect nipple of the breast nearest her.
"Ouch!" Sylvia jerked sharply, clutching the softly rounded globe. "What was that for?"
"I'm a sadist... didn't you know?" grinned Nora. "I just saw those lovely big strawberries..."
"Ooh, they're not as big as all that!"
"... hanging there," Nora went on, ignoring her, as she took the injured nipple between thumb and forefinger, "and couldn't resist plucking one!" She pulled gently, drawing the fat little tit out from its pale pink areola.
Sylvia looked down at the slim fingers elongating her nipple. "When you've finished with it, maybe you'll let me get dressed... that taxi will be here any minute."
"Must have a little nibble at it first." Nora bared her white teeth and approached the helpless breast, Sylvia's eyes widening as she looked down uncertainly, watching the teeth part, with her tender nipple poised in the gap.
"Hey... steady!" gasped Sylvia as both Nora's hands closed round her breast, thumbs digging in to press out the nipple.
The white teeth closed, but slowly, holding the nipple tenderly for an instant. Then the teeth slid away, leaving the nipple prisoned between a pair of soft, warm lips. Sylvia sighed, partly with relief and partly with pleasure. Nora flicked her tongue briefly across the tip of the rubbery button of flesh and released the breast, looking up into her friend's eyes and laughing. Sylvia blushed and turned away quickly, keeping her back to Nora as she pulled a pair of wispy panties up her legs and wriggled them snugly round her hips and bottom.
"My," chuckled Nora. "I do believe she liked it! I'll have to watch myself in bed in the future-no more sleeping nude in the summer!"
"I could say the same-it was you who showed the interest in my breasts," Sylvia retorted, fitting the cups of her brassiere over the lovely spheres in question.
"Maybe I was just testing, sweetie." Nora stood up and patted Sylvia's thinly covered bottom. "A girl has to be careful in this wicked city."
Someone banged on their door. "Your taxi's here, girls."
"Okay... just coming!" Sylvia called, struggling into her dress.
"You may be, darling," laughed Nora. "I'm just breathing heavy! Ill wait for you in the taxi." Nora picked up her case and skipped quickly out of the door as Sylvia hunted round for something to throw.
* * *
"Talking about sex," began Nora as they got ready for bed in their cosy, self-contained flat later that night. "Were we?"
"No, but it's as good a way as any to start a conversation-especially as we're going to."
Sylvia paused with her panties halfway down her thighs. "Going to what?"
"Talk about it. And by the way-you should have your back to me with your panties in that position, showing me your bottom."
"I think this business must be getting you down. What with coming close to biting a chunk out of one of my breasts this evening and now wanting to ogle my bottom. Maybe you ought to take a holiday."
"That's just what I was coming to-what chance do we get to do anything lately? We strip twice at one club and then just have time to dash across town in a taxi to do another strip. By the time we get home, it's after midnight."
"I sure like the money, though."
"So do I, but we shouldn't have to be working all the hours god gave us to earn it... not now. We don't even get Sunday off. Jack's a good agent, maybe, but we've been on his books for over six months and he tells us we're the best strippers he's ever had. By now, we ought to be able to pick and choose among the best and take a few days off in the week. He practically promised us the earth when he took us on. We have a dance routine that'll never be seen outside our own living room. I'm getting tired, tired of stripping, of being looked at... mostly by men who wouldn't be able to do anything about it even if they got me in bed with them. And that brings me to sex. I haven't had a man for over six months. What time do we have? We sleep until nearly midday, then by the time we've dressed and had a bite to eat, it's almost time to start work again. We don't get to bed until around two in the morning-what chance do we have to see life-have some fun?"
"Hey... you are fed up, aren't you?" Sylvia tossed her panties aside and reached for her nightie, a pink, transparent baby doll that barely reached her hips, showing a goodly portion of the rich, dark pubic hair tapering in tiny crisp curls to disappear between her closed thighs.
"Ill say I am... aren't you?" Nora's gaze traveled downwards to where Sylvia's nightie came to an abrupt end. "That poor little pussy of yours must be feeling the pinch, too." Nora unclasped the bra strap at her back and drew the cups from her chest, allowing the full-blown breasts to tumble free.
"I suppose it is," murmured Sylvia, coloring, as she busied herself turning down the bed clothes and winding the alarm clock.
Nora removed her panties as Sylvia climbed into bed, then climbed in after her in the nude, reaching out to switch off the bedside lamp.
"I'm going to ring Jack in the morning and tell him we want a better deal, or I'm turning the whole thing in." Nora stretched out beside Sylvia, hands under her head. "You know, I often start feeling sexy while I'm stripping," she went on. "Then I get all frustrated when I come off the stage and don't have the time to do anything about it. Don't you ever get that way?"
"Hmm... sometimes."
"I saw the way your tits reacted this evening... same way as mine did."
"You shouldn't have been looking!"
"Oh, for Pete's sake! We've seen more than each others tits before now!" Nora turned onto her side. "We show more to an audience when we strip... don't say you're going all prudish on me?"
"It's one thing being naked in front of each other, but quite another when... when we display sexual feelings. It's private, like going to the lavatory."
Nora chuckled in the darkness. "You know, I do believe you're shy of me... after all this time!" She drew her legs up, her thighs contacting a plump bare bottom, and threw an arm across her friend's slender waist. "Are you?"
Sylvia stirred uncomfortably. "I suppose I am, you've never talked like this before."
"Or touched one of your sweet titties, either, is that it?"
"Touched them, perhaps, but with your mouth?"
"What did you expect, my teeth?" Nora squeezed the slim waist and pressed herself against her friend's back, surprised at the thrill she felt when the soft bottom cheeks slid along her thighs and pressed into her stomach.
Sylvia gasped and wriggled her bottom.
"What's the matter, sweetie?" whispered Nora, holding onto her.
"Tour... your hairs, they're tickling the backs of my thighs."
"Oh?" Nora pressed closer, feeling the warmth of the girl's bare buttocks against her belly. "You know, Sylvie," she murmured, her voice a little husky. "You're quite a cute little armful."
"Am I?
There was silence for a while, Sylvia lying still as Nora snuggled into her. "Nora," Sylvia whispered presently. "Hm-hm?"
"Is that how you were feeling when you came off the stage this evening? Sexy, I mean."
"I suppose it was. Why?"
"And the sight of my breasts excited you," whispered Sylvia, almost to herself. "Did... did it give you kicks when you kissed one of them?"
"It gave you kicks, didn't it? I saw those rosy cheeks I"
"Why did you kiss it?" pursued Sylvia. "I don't quite know myself, really-does it matter?"
"I... I wondered if you'd done it before." 'What... when you were asleep?" Nora laughed softly.
"No... with another woman, I mean." Nora cuddled her, rubbing her naked belly against the soft buttocks. Sylvia giggled nervously and wriggled again.
"Now your hairs are tickling my bottom."
"Where would you like them to tickle you?" Nora jabbed her pelvis forward and ground her pubis into soft flesh.
"Ouch! Stop it! You... you haven't answered my question."
"What... whether I've played with another woman's titties before? No, I haven't. But then I've never known one well enough before." Then she added, softly, "Or as pretty."
Her hand slid down over the nylon nightie and came up beneath it to gently stroke the soft, warm belly, probing into the navel with a pointed fingertip.
"Nora!"
The fingertip had traced a straight line down from the navel and combed through crisply curling hair to push inwards between soft thighs. For a brief moment, the finger rested along the closed, velvety lips of the girl's vulva, then Sylvia grasped the hand and pulled it away.
"Oh, come on, honey," coaxed Nora. "It's only a bit of fun." She got both arms round Sylvia's waist and hugged her tightly.
Sylvia squirmed in her arms, struggling to free herself.
"Fun! You should be in my position... those nipples of yours are burning holes in my back! What... what's come over you tonight?"
"I'm feeling randy!" Nora moved her hands up to clasp the firm, quivering breasts. "And you should complain about my nipples!" Nora ran her palms over two hot peaks of flesh. "Hey! They're worse than mine!"
Sylvia struggled silently to free herself, trying to pull the hands from her breasts. Unguardedly, her legs parted and Nora darted a hand down to feel between them, getting a palmful of plump, moist femininity. Sylvia gasped as she pressed her hand hard against her vulva, spreading the lips. "No, Nora," she panted. "No... please don't."
"Sylvie!" came Nora's amazed, breathy whisper. "You're like a bitch in heat! You're soaking there!"
"Well... well take your hand away." Sylvia pleaded. "Please, Nora don't... don't touch me there. L-let's get some sleep."
"Why the panic?" whispered Nora, keeping her hand well between the squirming thighs. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" She snuggled close up against Sylvia's back. "Besides, it feels nice. Mmmmm." She rubbed gently pressing her palm into the slippery warmth.
"No, Nora," Sylvia choked. "No... you... you don't know what you're doing. This is all wrong." She renewed her struggles. "Please... Ooohh!"
She ended on a loud gasp as the heel of Nora's hand found her clitoris and ground into it. Her bottom squirmed against Nora's stomach as she pressed back, trying to dislodge the hand between her thighs. She was frantic to get out of her friend's erotic embrace, but, perversely, and not quite sure why, Nora persisted more determinedly, holding her tightly with one arm round her. Her fingers were active, probing between the now wet and open lips. Her middle finger found the erect clitoris again, rubbed hard, almost cruelly. Sylvia jerked, sobbing.
"Please, Nora," she begged, brokenly.
But her pleas fell on deaf ears; Nora had ceased trying to fathom why the intimate secrets of another woman's sexual organs and feelings should excite her. She only knew she was suddenly strangely thrilled by the lovely squirming body in her arms and wanted to probe more of the intimate secrets; she wanted to keep on holding her, feeling her, wanted the thrill and satisfaction of giving the girl an orgasm.
Then Sylvia had stopped wriggling, stopped her pleas and protests. She was breathing heavily, now, her hips moving rhythmically back and forth, rubbing her vulva against Nora's hand. Nora smiled in the darkness, punishing the tiny fleshy button just below the crisp pubic hair with her fingertip. She squeezed the round breast she held, frictioning the sensitized nipple with her palm.
For a while, there was just Sylvia's panting breath and the faint creak of bedsprings as she moved in time with Nora's frigging fingers.
Sylvia stiffened suddenly, grabbed the hand between her legs in both of hers, pressing it hard against her; then she was moaning and shaking in Nora's arms as the sweet, wracking ecstasy of orgasm overcame her.
Nora held her, kissing the nape of her neck, until she was still and lying relaxed against her, only the occasional spasmodic twitch of her shoulders betraying the fact that she was crying.
"Don't cry, Sylvie," whispered Nora. "I... I guess I shouldn't have done that... I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Sylvia wrenched away from her and sat up. "Sorry!" She leaned across Nora and switched on the bedside lamp.
Nora twisted onto her back, hair a pool of pale gold spread across the pillow under her head. Sylvia knelt over her, looking down into her face. The lovely brunette's lips were quivering, tears running down her cheeks, breasts heaving under their flimsy covering.
"You treat me like some Lessie you've picked up in a lavatory and all you can say is 'sorry'?"
"I... I am sorry." Nora looked up at her a little nervously. "I don't know what came over me.
"Are you a Lesbian?"
"No... of course not. I... I don't know why I did it. It just sort of happened. It was nice, though, wasn't it?" she finished lamely. "I made you come, didn't I?"
"You bitch!" Sylvia's hand swept back suddenly, to flash round and land with a sharp crack across Nora's cheek.
"Aaahh." yelped Nora, her head jerked to one side by the force of the blow. Breath hissed in through her clenched teeth as she slowly moved her head back to gaze up at the furious face of her roommate. Hesitantly, her fingers came up to touch the patch of hot, flaming color on her cheek. She looked wonderingly at Sylvia for a moment, then nodded. "I deserved that," she said, quietly, her eyes suddenly very bright and swimmy.
Sylvia stared down at the girl who had been her close friend for two years. All the anger had suddenly drained out of her, used up in the burst of furious energy resulting in the hard slap. She bit oh a full underlip then, with a little sob, she wound her arms about the blonde's neck and pressed down on her.
"Oh, Nora," she breathed through trembling lips. "Darling."
Then the surprised Nora was receiving a tender kiss from the girl's warm, quivering mouth, salty with tears. Nora's arms went slowly round the scantily clad body, squeezing her against her nakedness as the lass developed from a tender caress to a passionate demonstration of sexual desire.
Both women were breathless when they reluctantly drew apart, faces flushed with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment as they met each others gaze.
"Sylvie?" whispered Nora almost disbelievingly. "I... I don't understand."
Sylvia knelt up and brushed her fingers across her cheeks to get rid of the tears. She sniffed and smiled tremulously.
"You and me both!" She touched the imprint of her hand on the side of Nora's face. "I'm sorry about that, dear," she said softly. "Don't be... I asked for it." There was a sadness in Sylvia's eyes as she looked down at her, full breasts thrusting nakedly above the bed clothes.
"No... it was wrong of me to hit you. It was I who received the pleasure." She paused, looking away 'That was just... just for fun as far as you were concerned, wasn't it?" she went on in a low voice. "Just for a giggle?"
"It started to be," replied Nora uncertainly. "But then I sort of got carried away. You were all soft and wriggly against me and... and you smelt nice." Sylvia smiled faintly. "Yes?"
"And when I felt that plump little quim of yours, all warm and slippery in my hand, I... well... I just had to make it do something." Nora stroked the smooth bare upper arm resting on the pillow by her head. "Why, Sylvie?" she asked softly. "Why did I want to do that?"
Sylvia's soft brown eyes were warm and friendly, now, as they gazed down at her.
"I don't know, sweetie-but it was lovely." A gentle hand descended on one of Nora's firm, up-tilted breasts. "I thought you were poking fun-making me-making me spend just for a few vicious kicks."
"And that's why you hit me."
"Partly. I suppose it was because it brought back memories of something I wanted to forget, as well."
"You've done this before, haven't you," whispered Nora. "I knew as soon as you kissed me. What happened?"
"Don't let's talk about it now. Ill maybe tell you some time. Nora?"
"Yes?"
"Did... did it make you feel more sexy? What you were doing to me, I mean?" Sylvia asked shyly.
"I suppose it did," Nora answered. "Why?"
"I... I was wondering." Sylvia stretched out alongside, so that she didn't have to meet her eyes. Her hand still rested lightly on the bare breast as she put her mouth close to Nora's ear. "If you still feel that way... would you like me to do something about it for you?"
There was a long, slightly embarrassed silence as Nora lay gazing up at the ceiling. There was no doubt that what had started out as a joke had blossomed into something much more serious. It had roused her; there had been a feeling that almost amounted to envy when she was holding the panting, spending Sylvia in her arms. Sylvia's body had also had an erotic effect on her; the feel of her soft skin and rounded breasts, the warm, intimate fluid of the girl's sexual passion that had oozed onto her fingers from the depths of her body.
Unconsciously, Nora lifted the hand which had been between Sylvia's thighs; she pressed it to her lips, moving the fingers down to slide her tongue over them, tasting the sharp tang of the brunette's sexual secretions, inhaling the musky odor. She shivered as she admitted to herself the desire it roused in her.
She wanted what Sylvia was offering; wanted something to be done about that tightly drawn knot of pent-up desire pulsing in her loins. Yet something held her back from admitting it to Sylvia. A warm breath blew in her ear again.
"You would, wouldn't you?"
Nora felt Sylvia's hand on her breast, gently squeezing. "Would I?" she whispered, still gazing up at the ceiling, though her heart was now hammering wildly.
"Your titties give you away." Sylvia rotated her palm against the stiff, elongated nipple. "Lie still, darling; I'll fix you up." Sylvia threw back the bed covers, exposing the whole of Nora's naked body. "I'll make it nice for you."
"No, wait!" wailed Nora, putting out a hand to stop her.
"Ssshhh!" Sylvia caught the hand and kissed the palm. "Just relax and leave everything to me."
Nora lay trembling as she felt Sylvia's hands on her thighs, forcing them apart. She looked down and saw the girl kneeling between her widespread legs, gazing directly at her sex. She started as fingers stroked delicately upwards along the downy slit, opening it up.
"Sweet little cunt," breathed Sylvia, her fingers expertly spreading the fleshy lips to expose clitoris and vaginal entrance.
Nora gasped and gripped the bed clothes on either side of her as the dark head bent between her thighs and indescribable sensations raced up from her clitoris through her belly and breasts. Sylvia had covered her cunt with her open mouth and now her tongue came into play, licking up along the heated, slimy groove to flick at her clitoris, then back down again to poke inside her vagina. She groaned, her whole body tingling with erotic sensation as Sylvia foraged her with lips and tongue.
"Ooh, Sylvie, Sylvie," she moaned, her head twisting from side to side.
Sylvia lifted her head and smiled up at her, licking glistening lips. "Nice?"
"Oh, god... it... it's driving me crazy!"
"Have you never been kissed there before?"
"No... never," panted Nora. "Are... are you sure that's all your doing... kissing? It feels like you're devouring me!"
"Mmmmm." Sylvia nuzzled her mouth and nose into the mushy wet vulva. "Eating you, drinking you, making love to you." The last in a passionate, breathy whisper, as she buried her face between Nora's thighs again.
Her hands slid under the naked blonde's bottom, lifting her to her mouth and Nora had a little cry of almost intolerable sensation wrung from her, as her clitoris was sucked between wet lips and held, trapped, to be tortured by a darting, searing tongue.
Nora's hips began to jiggle frantically up and down and her hands strayed down to the dark, bobbing head, fingers twining into the silky hair. Her legs bent and splayed wide, opening herself to whatever Sylvia wanted to do to her. The hands squeezed the soft flesh of her bouncing bottom in acknowledgement and the mouth sucked harder. All embarrassment was forgotten now, as the butterfly fluttering in the base of her belly heralded a fast approaching orgasm.
Nora clasped the moving head more tightly, twisting and squirming to let that educated tongue get at all her most intimate and sensitive places.
"Darling .. darling... darling," she moaned softly.
Then everything began to dim for Nora, as she felt the familiar, deep-seated wrench in her loins, the weakness creeping through her legs, her stomach quivering with an ecstasy that swept rapidly upwards and outwards and throbbed through her breasts, while the nucleus still remained puking between her thighs. Just as it reached its height, a small, sobbing yelp was wrung from her, as Sylvia lowered her mouth to close over the opening of her vagina, sucking the spend from her body so forcefully as to be almost painful, yet deepening and prolonging her ecstasy.
Nora lay back weakly when it was over, eyes closed, feeling Sylvia move up to He beside her again, drawing the covers up with her. She felt her warm breath on her face and then her soft lips on hers in a gentle kiss.
"Sylvie," she murmured. "I... I don't quite know what to say." She felt some of her former embarrassment returning now that the passion had been drained out of her.
"Then don't say it, sweetie," whispered Sylvia, reaching across to tactfully switch off the light. "We can talk about it tomorrow; if you want to, that is."
There was movement in the darkness as Sylvia sat up for a few seconds. Then Nora felt the warmth of her naked body as she laid down again; smooth, satiny flesh cuddled into her and an arm slipped across her stomach, crooking and pulling inwards to hold her close.
"Sylvia, I... "
"Ssshh... sleep, now." Another soft lass was pressed to the cheek that had been slapped. "Good night, darling."
CHAPTER TWO
The two girls took a leisurely breakfast in the kitchen late the following morning. They sat in their dressing gowns, keeping up a desultory conversation on trivialities, avoiding each others eyes and all reference to the happenings of the previous night. Both wanted desperately to talk about it, yet neither could bring themselves to make the first overture. Sylvia had woken before Nora and brought her a cup of tea with the morning paper, while she went into the bathroom, so there had been no awareness of each others nakedness in bed by the time they were both awake.
"I know what I was going to do," said Nora when they had finished eating. "Ring Jack. I'm fed up with the sleazy dives he's been getting us. If he hasn't anything better to offer, I want out. Are you with me?"
"What about the contract we signed with him?"
"It was only a twelve-month agreement," Nora reminded her. "And there are only about five months left to run. I don't think he'd bother suing us, somehow." Nora got up from the table. "Let's phone him now-it's almost eleven o'clock-he should be at the office by now."
Sylvia followed her into the living room and stood by while Nora dialed the number.
"Hello, Jack? Nora here, you know, of Sylvia, Nora & Co. Yes, that's right. Listen, we've been talking things over, Sylvie and I, and we've decided we need a rest... and a better deal. What? Yes, the money's not bad-but you've been working us like cart horses, Jack! Seven days a week nearly every week for the last six months, dashing across town in taxis as soon as we've finished one show to start another. We don't even have time to find a boyfriend... and even if we had one, we'd be too darn tired to do anything about it. I'm sorry, Jack, but it's beginning to get us down. Isn't it about time we rated a better deal? You said yourself we were the best you had on your books. Sylvie and I have worked out a dance routine that... What?"
Nora looked round and winked at Sylvia, placing her hand over the mouthpiece.
"Says he might have something, but he's acting all cagey about it. Get us a cigarette, love, huh?"
Sylvia fetched two cigarettes, fit them and put one in Nora's mouth.
"Thanks, darling. He says... wait! What's that, Jack? Well, we won't know unless you tell us, will we? Okay, one o'clock it is, then. Bye." She put the receiver down and turned back to Sylvia. "Interesting." She murmured, drawing on her cigarette. "He says there is something in for a couple of girls together, and having a dance routine would be a big asset."
"Marvelous! More money and less work?"
"More money, certainly," Nora said thoughtfully.
"When do we start?"
"Now hold on a minute. It sounds like there's a great fat 'if to it. He says he doesn't think we'd go for it-and I didn't like that nasty chuckle of his. Anyway, we're to see him at one o'clock in his office and he'll tell us all about it... wouldn't say any more on the phone."
"If he's thinking about putting us into a brothel, he can forget it!" snapped Sylvia.
"That goes for me, too; I like my sex, but that's out!"
They fell silent, then, each with their thoughts on the night before.
"Well, if we have to be there at one, I suppose we'd better get ourselves ready," Sylvia said at last. "You haven't had your bath, yet, so I'll do the washing up."
Nora watched the sway of the brunette's shapely bottom and hips under the tightly swathed dressing gown as she made her way back to the kitchen. "Thanks, Sylvie," she said softly. "You're a sweet girl."
Sylvia stopped and looked back at her, brown eyes kindling at the warmth in the tone of Nora's voice.
"It sounded like you meant that."
"I did."
Both girls colored during the sudden awkward pause, then Sylvia smiled and continued on into the kitchen.
"Maybe well be able to afford a maid with our next job," she called.
"Maybe... but don't count on it!"
* * *
Jack Delaney had a medium-sized office at the back of Archer Street. He was able to afford a typist and the furniture was good; the cocktail bar he had in the inner office from which he entertained clients had set him back a pretty penny, as had the six-month-old car parked outside, when it wasn't being towed away from the no-parking area. He wasn't in the big time, or anything like it, as agents go, but he did all right.
Jack, himself, was quite pleased with his progress; not yet thirty, he told himself, he still had plenty of time to get way up the ladder-with enough money already to do it in comfort.
But right then, he was a little nervous as he waited for the two girls to arrive and walked up and down with a drink in his hand, going over in his mind how to put the proposition to them. He wasn't so much worried about them turning it down-it wasn't the sort of thing he normally handled, anyway-as he was about their leaving his agency. He had plans for them, but they were in the future and there was nothing in the book he could offer them in the meantime.
They were good girls, he reflected; hard working, beautiful, with the makings of a good dance team. Still in their early twenties, they, like him had plenty of time. He didn't want to lose them, but he knew by the determined voice of Nora on the phone that they really wanted a break, and would be prepared to walk out on him if they didn't get it.
When the typist showed them in, he went straight over to the bar, putting on his special charming grin he reserved for those who made him money.
"Hi, girls! What'll it be, brandy, if I remember rightly, Nora?"
"Yes, well that's partly what we've come to see you about, isn't it?" murmured Nora, sinking into one of the plush leather, client's chairs before the desk.
"Huh? Oh, yeah... I get it."
Sylvia sat in the other chair by the side of the desk as Jack came across with two small balloon glasses.
"Now, what's all this about wanting to turn it in, eh? Making good money, aren't you?"
"Oh, Jack," sighed Nora, who generally acted as spokesman for the pair of them. "I don't have to go through my spiel all over again, do I? You were going to tell us about a new job, remember?"
"Uh, yes. Okay... let me get myself another drink, first."
"Is it that bad?" Nora frowned as she crossed her elegant legs, giving a generous view of full-fleshed suspendered thigh under the short skirt.
"Depends what you mean by bad. Cigarette?" Jack came back with his refill and pushed a cigarette box across the desk.
"Hedging makes it sound worse," muttered Nora, leaning forward to accept a light. "What is this new job?" She smiled slightly when she caught his eyes on her legs, shifting forward in her seat and causing the miniskirt to hitch up almost to her hips, leaving a great gap of white flesh between stocking top and skirt, each snowy thigh neatly accentuated by a slim black suspender strap. 'There, that make you happy?" she grinned. "Although I can't imagine why you should get a kick out of seeing a few inches of bare flesh when you could follow us around and see just about everything except the most vital statistic."
Sylvia, too, squirmed forward on her seat as he gave her a light, crossing full-calved legs as she stretched them in front of her, heightening the seductiveness of bare upper thighs by displaying the frilly black edging of an underslip.
"If it's likely to put the money up," she smiled, "be my guest!"
"Okay, Jack, let's have it," said Nora.
Jack sat behind the desk and stared thoughtfully at her for a moment.
"All right," he nodded finally. "I'll give it to you straight, then you either say yes or no. I'll not try to persuade you either way, although I haven't anything else I can offer you at the moment other than what you are doing already."
"That's fair enough."
"Well, I know someone who comes over here now and then from South America, looking for talent. He's often asked me in the past if I knew any pretty girls who'd be interested, but I've never done anything about it up to now. It so happens he came to see me yesterday and I had it in my mind when you rang this morning."
"You're still hedging, Jack," murmured Nora.
"Okay," he grinned. "So I'm putting a couple of penn'orth in so you don't get the impression that I go in for the slave trade."
"Slave trade?" gasped Nora. "If that's what you're offering, let's forget it; shackles wouldn't do my skin any good."
"Hold on... it isn't as bad as that!"
"Well, how bad is it?"
"Baby, if you'll just give me the chance! This is a year's contract to a club in South America. You'll be doing a strip act similar to the type you're doing now; you'll be doing dance routines together and maybe singing one or two numbers... you got voices?"
"We can get by," Nora told him.
"Good. I believe it's quite a plush club and the fees you get will knock your eye out."
"Gosh! This sounds great, Jack, why all the hedging?"
"Well, there are a few strings attached," he said slowly.
"Like shipping us to some slave brothel when we've passed our best?"
"No, nothing like that," Jack laughed. "But, well, to begin with, when you strip, you strip to the buff... no little G-strings covering the gateway to the stars, or crossing your hands in front of you as the light goes out. You show the lot! When you do your dance routine, you will most likely do it in the nude."
"Gosh!" murmured Sylvia.
"What did you say the fee was?" asked Nora practically.
He grinned. "I didn't, but it's a thousand dollars a week, plus."
"How about it, Sylvie?" asked Nora. "Worth dancing in the nude for?"
"How much is a thousand dollars?"
"Something around three hundred and fifty, four hundred pounds a week, split between the pair of you."
"And we thought sixty a week between us was good money! When do we start?"
"He'll be going back in a couple of days, so I suppose you'd travel with him... if you still wanted to go."
"Still wanted to go? Okay, perhaps showing everything will take a little getting used to, especially doing the dance routine Sylvia and I have in the nude, but for that kind of money, I'd... "
"You'd what?" Jack put in quickly, fixing her with a keen eye.
"Well, I'd ..Nora paused and shook her head. "No, maybe I wouldn't, at that!" She returned his keen look, said faintly, "That isn't in the contract as well, is it?" She searched his face and nodded resignedly. "I might have known it was too good to be true. They want exhibitions on stage thrown in, I suppose? Nope, that's out. Well, it's been nice seeing you again." She started to rise.
"Wait a minute-sit down and have another drink. You may as well hear the rest of it while you're here." He dispensed three more drinks and passed round the cigarettes again.
"Now where was I?" he went on.
"Well, you were standing behind the desk, but your eyes were about three quarters of the way up Sylvia's skirt!
"My friends tell me I have wise old eyes!" he grinned. "To get back to the South American deal-no, you wouldn't be doing twice nightly exhibitions on the stage." His grin broadened. "If you were, I'd have written myself into the contract as a third partner!"
Nora flashed big blue eyes at him, her cheeks dimpling. "How about that! Do we make you hot under the collar, Jack?"
"You should be under this collar!"
"Think you could handle the two of us twice nightly?"
"I'd die happy trying!"
"Well, before you do, let's hear the rest of this proposition."
"Sounds like a back-handed invitation! Anyway, the rest of it is this: You'd do your strip acts and dances-all legitimate, except that you show everything. You'd also take a turn as hostesses now and then; you know, sit and have a drink with a client, dance with him, maybe take a meal-all more or less straight. Now comes the big but. Now and again, you'd be expected to perform without music!"
"Oh! You mean a sort of 'special room upstairs deal,' I take it?"
"That's the general idea."
"With a bed that isn't used for sleeping in and the springs are reinforced," finished Nora.
"In other words, we fill in as prostitutes when we aren't stripping or acting as hostesses," Sylvia elaborated. She turned to Nora with a shrug. "Still no time off!"
"It wouldn't be quite as bad as that. He told me you'd get plenty of time off, because there are other girls working there... Latin Americans. Every year, they import a couple of English girls as a special attraction."
"And what happens to the retiring' pair?"
"No worries there-they come straight home, with their pockets pretty well lined. Don't get the idea that you'd spend half your time going upstairs to... to ..
"Get ourselves poked!" Nora supplied blandly.
"Right! No, you'd just be taking on the odd client. And, incidentally, only people introduced by the management-the richest. I understand they're pretty severe on girls taking on their own clients."
"What do they do, fine them, or whip them?" asked Nora sarcastically.
"I do believe they do have a cane or something handy!"
"Sounds reasonable," Sylvia commented, to the surprise of Nora.- "Okay, Jack," she said, counting on her fingers. "We're offered a thousand dollars-or the equivalent-a week, for one, doing a complete strip act; two, dancing together in the nude, and, three, filling in as hostesses now and again. In addition, we will be expected to have sexual intercourse with the occasional client chosen by the club. Fares and most of our living expenses will be paid in addition to the thousand dollars, and, at the end of the year's contract, we shall be shipped back to England, right?"
"Well, as far as it goes."
"There's more?"
"Some."
"Let's have it, then... good or bad?"
He smiled slightly. "Depends the way you look at it One good thing is, you'll be allowed to keep any presents clients may give you on the side. But... um... the other may be the one to put you right off."
"Go on," sighed Nora.
"Once in a while, you will be required to put on a little exhibition, not on stage," he added hastily. "In the 'special room upstairs,' as you call it. He says the audience will be a very select few-no more than five or six people-though there may be one or two women in the party sometimes." He glanced from Nora to Sylvia and back again, then looked down into his glass, as he went on, quietly, "The exhibition would be Lesbian, the two of you would have to perform with each other."
"What?"
Nora and Sylvia looked at each other, then quickly away again, their faces crimson. There was a long, tense silence, then Nora stood up.
"No, Jack, I don't think I'd be able to go through with that... and I'm sure Sylvia couldn't. We... we wouldn't be able to do that sort of thing in private, let alone in front of others. Thanks for telling us all about it, anyway."
"That's okay," Jack shrugged. "I didn't think you'd go for it. Besides, it involved a little more on this end, before you even started." He drained his glass and got to his feet. "If I found a couple of girls who were interested, I was supposed to try them out first, to make sure they were up to it. They had a few before, whose eyes ht up 'tilt' at the money, but when they got out there, they even balked at showing their fannies." .
"What happened?"
Jack chuckled. "I believe they tanned their asses and sent them back on the next boat. But that involved more expense and they had to look round for another couple. They don't want that happening again, so, if I do find a couple of willing girls, it looks like I'm going to have a ball for a day or two!"
"Well, make sure you take your vitamins. Coming, Sylvie?"
"Wait a minute, Nora." Sylvia rose and pulled her skirt down to a near-decent level. "Jack, you say that in addition to the thousand dollars, there'll maybe be presents from one or two clients?"
"Hm-hm... they have quite a few millionaires out that way, and it's a very plush club. You might even double your salary."
Sylvia looked at Nora. "Just think about it, Nora, we may be turning down about eight hundred quid a week for the next year."
"You actually want to go?"
Sylvia blushed before the two pair of eyes. "I... I was thinking of the money. I don't want to become a prostitute... but it wouldn't really be that, would it? Just the occasional one... and... and Jack said they'd be very select... and... and rich. As for the... the... " Sylvia faltered to a halt.
"Go on, as for the Lesbian act we'd have to put on with each other?" pursued Nora.
"Well, it... it wouldn't be every day, or anything like that, would it?" She turned and looked out of the window. "Oh, hell! It's only for a year, anyway... nobody would know us out there. They wouldn't know about it in England."
"You mean you'd be prepared to go through with everything they want?" asked Jack.
"I'm thinking of the money," murmured Sylvia.
"I might be able to find one other girl to partner you if you want to go," Jack said thoughtfully.
"No, you won't!" Nora burst out. "Sylvia and I have been together too long to split up now... if she goes, I go!"
Sylvia turned from the window and ran to hug her. "Good old Nora, I wouldn't have gone without you, anyway."
Jack's eyes glinted as he watched the two girls embrace affectionately. And was that a special, knowing look that passed between them? He coughed to draw their attention back to business.
"There's... ah... just that last little part that you may not have taken into consideration yet: They have to be sure the girls they get won't turn out to be Sunday-school teachers when they get there."
Sylvia and Nora looked at one another, smiled, nodded, and turned to Jack, their eyes sweeping up and down his well-built form in quick appraisal.
"H we take this job," asked Nora, "when can we pack in what we're doing? "As of now."
"Then wrap up a couple of those bottles while we lay in some food for a couple of days and come on over-you know where we live. The sooner the three of us get to know each other, the better! Any idea what it's like to have a couple of hot females on your hands at the same time, Jack?"
"I'm always willing to learn!"
"Bring your own vitamins, then... you're gonna need 'em! Let's go, Sylvie."
CHAPTER THREE
"Are you quite sure you want to, Nora?" Sylvia asked when they got back to the flat. "I don't want to bulldoze you into anything."
"If you're in, darling, I'm in. Come on, let's get into something less constricting before Jack gets here. I'm getting more excited as I think about it. Only last night, I was complaining about not having had a man's prick up me for so long, and now it looks like we're going to be gorged with it."
"You... you liked what I did for you last night, though, didn't you?" asked Sylvia shyly, as she stood naked before the mirror, spraying perfume behind her ears and between her breasts.
"I thought it was heavenly, darling." Nora, also completely nude, now, came over to slip her arms about her waist, looking over her shoulder into the mirror. "I never thought I'd go for it, but as I said, I've never known as pretty a girl as you are." She kissed behind a small, ear and sniffed. "You smell good, too!"
Sylvia turned in the circle of her arms and offered her ripe red lips. As they kissed lingeringly, their naked breasts touched and flattened together, in direct contact for the first time. The kiss went on for a long time and Sylvia began to move against her, their pubic hairs mingling-, bellies rubbing smoothly. Nipples rose rampant, mouths opened and tongues became agile probes.
When they drew apart, both were breathing heavily and Sylvia cast a longing look down at the neatly trimmed pile of blonde pubic hair below Nora's white, curving belly. Nora smiled and swung her round to deliver a light slap on her round, jutting bottom.
"There'll be plenty of time for that, now. Go and get into your sexiest negligee-that red see-through should knock his eyes out I"
"And. you put that shorty black bri-nylon creation on-that knocks my eye out!"
"Okay. Oh, Sylvie!"
"Yes?" Sylvia swung from the wardrobe, her lovely body poised with her arms above her head, breasts taut and lifted.
"I've just remembered something you said in bed last night. Can... can you go with men?"
Sylvia's laugh tinkled merrily. "Of course, I can, silly. You didn't take me for a butch Lesbian did you? I... I've only been with one other woman besides you; a long time ago-you brought it back to me last night."
"Sorry, darling."
"Don't be, it was gorgeous... last night, I mean."
"Want to tell me about that other one?"
"I will... sometime."
Sylvia put on the negligee and posed, her body gleaming palely beneath the red nylon, the nipples of her breasts dark splotches of color pressing out the material in two sharp points. Nora slipped into her short black one, trimmed at the hem with pink ribbon and ending only a scant couple of inches below her hips.
Sylvia looked at her doubtfully. "Should we wear panties, do you think?"
"Rather a waste of time, isn't it? They'll be coming off almost as soon as he gets here." Nora struck her feet into high-heeled slippers. "I think this is more than enough-there's no point in hanging about waiting to get into the mood. He's coming here for one thing-to fuck us. I say let's dive straight in if we're going to do it, and get it over with all at once-the embarrassment, I mean!"
"I suppose hell want to see us make love to each other, too."
"Of course, but we can do that when we're warmed up. Don't worry about it, it'll come."
"We will... I hope!"
Nora smiled. "Of course we will, darling. If you do half what you did to me last night, you're going to have me spending in floods." She shivered ecstatically at the thought. "Mmm... that mouth of yours! And that heavenly tongue!"
"That's another point; will you mind kissing me there? They say brunettes have a much stronger flavor between their legs than blondes' have."
"Is that so? I'm quite sure I shall love yours, dear." Nora put an arm about her shoulders as they went into the living room. "Anyway, I did have a little taste of my fingers after I had touched you there. I know, let's have a trial run, shall we?" She made Sylvia stand up on the couch with her legs apart and her negligee drawn above her hips. Then she knelt in front of her and pushed her face between the plump thighs, pressed her mouth to the soft, fleshy vulva, nuzzling through the rich dark hairs. Parting the lips with her tongue, she licked slowly upwards, holding onto Sylvia's legs as she gasped and started to squirm delightedly. She made loud lapping noises as she licked the tender, moist membrane, sniffing exaggeratedly.
"Darling," she breathed, when she got up from her knees. "You're perfectly gorgeous there. Gosh, it's made me all sexy!"
"In that case, wait until we do soixant-neuf together! You'll be bursting at the seams!"
"Golly, couldn't we have just a little try at it before he gets here? Then we'll be ripe for anything."
"If you'd like to," Sylvia said eagerly, already fumbling at the cord of her negligee.
Nora stripped hers right off over her head and stood waiting, completely naked except for the high-heeled slippers. Then, as she started to stretch out on the couch, with Sylvia cocking a shapely leg ready to mount her, the doorbell rang.
"Oh, damn!"
"Never mind, darling, later," said Nora, bouncing quickly from the couch and going to the door, holding her negligee against the front of her body. "Jack?" she called.
"In person!" His eyes widened as he stepped inside and took in the two women. "All ready for the fray, eh? That's what I call enthusiasm for one's job!"
Sylvia had drawn on her negligee again, but Nora, after a slight hesitation, let hers drop to her feet, standing with her arms at her sides, head lowered, while he viewed her nakedness.
"Well, do you like what you see, Mr. Delaney?" she asked coyly.
"No wonder you bring the house down wherever you go!" There was the chink of bottles as he walked over and deposited a parcel on the sideboard. "As ordered!" He grinned, turning back to gaze with hot eyes at the beauty of Nora's nude body.
"Of course," Nora smiled. "You haven't ever seen what we look like in the raw above our thighs, have you? You should have come to one of our shows." She glanced at Sylvia. "Take it off, sweetie and let's get all nice and friendly, eh?"
As Sylvia stripped the red negligee and exposed the loveliness of her body, Nora went to the sideboard and unwrapped the two bottles of brandy Jack had brought, making it so tough on his eyes that they almost crossed while they decided whether to stay focused on Sylvia, or follow the full-blown, wiggling buttocks and swaying hips of Nora.
"You, Jack, are grossly overdressed, you know that?" Nora handed round large brandies. "Now I propose we go into the bedroom, climb on the bed and get right down to the audition! We have a lot to get through and only a couple of days to do it in."
"And one bottle of vitamin pills!" murmured Jack. "And before I can get down to it, I have to "Raise something?" smiled Nora. "Don't worry about that, if we can't manage it in less than two minutes, you're a eunuch! Come on, Sylvie, I'm hot! Don't stand there looking at us, Jack, this is one time the customer is allowed to maul the goods... ouch!" She darted forward as a large and unexpected hand slid down over her prominent bottom and a finger poked into the deep, buttery cleft.
"Or is that place reserved?" he asked with a grin.
"No complaints!" Nora left them to follow her into the bedroom, where she took a good pull at her brandy glass, put it on the bedside table and kicked her slippers off, large, firm breasts bouncing deliciously as she jumped onto the bed.
Jack stood looking on as Sylvia climbed onto the bed beside her, both of them looking at him expectantly.
He grinned and shook his head. "You've floored me somewhat, I didn't expect... "
"To be practically raped as soon as you got inside the door?" chuckled Nora. "Well, we decided that sitting around trying to work up to it only makes it more embarrassing. Besides, the pair of us are absolutely sex starved! Hurry and get out of those clothes."
As Jack quickly stripped off his clothes, the two girls sat on the bed, arms round each others waists, round eyes focused in the region of his loins, waiting for him to take his trousers off. When he was naked and approached the bed, Nora reached out eagerly for the thick, semi-stiff penis that swung below his belly. Her fingers closed round it and pushed back the skin from the shiny, magenta glans.
"Do you girls know what to do about having babies?" he asked, climbing up beside them.
"Better-we know what to do about not having them! Let's get with it, now."
Jack laughed happily as he was pushed onto his back and the two lovely naked girl sprawled on top of him. Sylvia pressed her breasts hard against his chest, winding her arms about his neck as she gave him her red lips to kiss. Nora leaned across his stomach at Sylvia's back and went for his prick.
"Bloody hell, Nora!" he gasped, coming up for air from Sylvia's mouth. "Steady, you'll have me shooting before I get anywhere near those hot little cunts of yours!"
"Nice, eh?" murmured Nora, fingers working deftly up and down on the rapidly growing penis.
"You don't have to worry-you're not quite ready for our hot little cunts yet! How do you like this?"
He jerked and almost broke Sylvia's ribs with the bear hug he gave her as Nora lowered her head and took the thick, stiffening flesh into the damp warmth of her mouth.
"Gosh, Nora, what are you doing to him?" Sylvia pulled away from Jack's embrace and moved round to watch Nora's bobbing head over his thighs. "May I have a suck?"
"Help yourself, darling." Nora raised her head and held the wet, twitching prick erect as Sylvia bent, her mouth opening, a pink tongue coming out to lick delicately at the bead of moisture that appeared on the eye of the wide-flanged knob. Then it was between her Lips and she had engulfed half of the fair-sized shaft.
Sylvia giggled and wagged her voluptuous bottom as Nora stroked it briefly, then dipped her hand beneath it to feel at her. "You're supposed to be arousing Jack?" She lifted her head to look over her shoulder. "Do I feel as though I need arousing?"
Nora squeezed the warm, velvety wetness between the girl's thighs. "One randy little cunt coming up, Jack!" murmured Nora.
"That makes two of them," said Jack. His hand slipped between Nora's thighs as she knelt by him; she spread them wide and leaned over to offer her bare, swaying breasts to his free hand.
Nora sucked in her breath with sensation as his fingers slipped into her wetness, gently pinching the open, hanging lips of her cunt. She was ready for him and glanced down at Sylvia's crouching body, wondering how long she would have to wait before she would feel that thick prick plunging up into her belly.
Obligingly, she went down on all fours and moved nearer as Jack reached both hands for her breasts, kneeling quietly, with her mouth on his, as he pulled on her stiffened tits, doing his best to milk them.
"By god, you are randy, aren't you?" he exclaimed hoarsely, between the groans of sensation from what Sylvia's mouth was doing to his cock.
"I told you we were both sex starved, didn't I?" She smiled down into his eyes. "If you really want to milk me, try using your mouth-you won't have any better luck, but it feels nicer." She moved closer and let him take one of her nipples into his mouth. "Mmm... lovely," she murmured, fondling the other nipple herself. "Are you ready to fuck one of us now, darling, or are you going to spend into Sylvia's mouth?"
"That would be a waste, especially as we only have one fountain between two of us." Sylvia straightened up, leaving Jack's prick standing wet and hard. She reached under Nora's chest and pried the breast from the man's suctioning lips. "I think we're all as ready for each other as well ever be."
Jack sat up and took two armsful of warm, vibrant female, trying to get four lovely breasts against his chest at once. The girls were eager for kisses, eager to touch and fondle him and each other and three pairs of hands were soon slippery with female sex juices. Even the girls' bottoms were not immune, the sphincters of their tight little rear holes twitching from the probing fingertips of male and female alike.
Eventually, Sylvia pulled away and felt unashamedly between Nora's legs. Nora stiffened and then almost purred with pleasure as a slim finger slid up into her vagina, gently moving around inside. She spread her knees and slipped her arms around Sylvia's neck, exchanging passionate kisses with her before Jack's popping eyes.
"You can go first, darling," whispered Sylvia, gently withdrawing her finger and urging Nora onto her back. "Come and mount her, Jack," she instructed, her voice husky with her own passion as she parted Nora's legs to expose her cunt to the rampant penis. "Let me put it in her for you."
Jack lowered is hips between Nora's outspread thighs as Sylvia took his eager prick in one hand and spread the lips of her friend's vulva to guide it to the opening.
Nora sighed and lifted her hips as it entered her, wincing a little as the thick shaft forged upwards, stretching the walls of her little-used vagina. Sylvia lay alongside them as Jack covered Nora with his body, his arms going under her back.
"Hurt you, darling?" breathed Sylvia, kissing the side of Nora's neck. "No," panted Nora, already heaving her loins up enthusiastically to meet the thrusts of the invading prick. "A... a little tight, that's all. OOoohh... Jack!"
He buried himself in her to the hilt with one great thrust and Nora's hips squirmed downwards to try and get more of him into her, her legs lifting to lock over his buttocks and hold him there.
Sylvia kept herself pressed tightly against their moving bodies, making the side of Nora's face and neck wet with her kisses, breathing passionate endearments into her ear.
Suddenly, Nora squealed, arms and legs tightening about her plunging lover, her bottom coming high off the bed to get him as far up her pulsing vagina as possible. She began to jerk spasmodically, moaning, her open mouth lax under the man's kisses. Sylvia pressed closer, covering her neck and shoulder with kisses, helping to heighten the ecstasy she knew was throbbing through her friend's lovely, quivering body.
As she began to relax, Jack belted into her all the harder, trying to catch up. She pushed against his chest.
"No, Jack... no!" she panted. "This... this is perfect. Don't come yet... pull out of me, quickly! Poor Sylvia won't have to wait, then... she's dying for it!"
"Okay, Nora." He eased out of her, his prick, glistening with the slime of Nora's sexual passion, still standing proud and erect, the regular twitches betraying the fact that he had been very close to inundating her with his own offering of love. "Whew! That was some ride, sweetie, another couple of seconds..
"I know... I felt it inside my tummy." Nora climbed shakily to her knees. "Thanks, jack, I'll let you finish in me next time. Now, then, my sweet." Nora turned to the expectant Sylvia and kissed her affectionately. "And thank you for making it even nicer for me."
Sylvia clung to her for a moment before allowing her and the now impatient Jack to press her down on her back. He almost leapt onto her as Nora spread her legs, pressing a swift kiss into the soft navel. Her fingers slipped on her own juices as she grasped his fleshy pole.
"Want me to wipe it for him first, Sylvie, it's all slippery from my fanny."
"Lovely!" breathed Sylvia, reaching down to touch the wet prick with her fingers, then putting them to her mouth and licking off the tangy slime from Nora's body. "Don't you dare wipe it, I want it all up me."
"Boy, you girls must be really fond of each other!"
"You concentrate on what you're doing," said Nora, smiling, as she pulled on his prick and pressed the knob against Sylvia's open cunt. She guided it down the slippery furrow and then had to pull her hand away quickly as Jack rammed it home in one heavy thrust.
Sylvia gave a gasping cry as the thick penis tore up into her belly. Jack, goaded to a frenzy of lust by the novelty of having an immediate fresh mount, rode her at a fast gallop, giving her no time to adjust after her long abstinence. However, knowing he was so near to flooding her with his sperm, Sylvia gripped him tightly, her loins jerking up powerfully to meet him, determined to reach her climax before he ejaculated into her and his penis became temporarily useless.
Nora knelt on the other side of the bed, watching them excitedly, fascinated by the strenuous exertions the sterterous breaths that were almost moans, the steady slurping of the penis churning into the soaking vagina. She had never before watched this most intimate of all acts between man and woman and she found it rousing her to fever pitch again. The rhythm of the couple became faster and Sylvia turned her face towards her, calling her name.
"Yes, darling," she breathed, throwing herself down beside them.
"He... he's nearly there, Nora," panted Sylvia, her face flushed, eyes bright and feverish. "Help me... help me spend with him."
Nora slipped a hand between their two heaving bellies, moving down over Sylvia's jerking pubic mount to where the man forked in at the junction of the girl's sweating thighs. Sylvia yelped and bucked madly as Nora got a fingertip to her pulsating clitoris.
"Oh, Nora... Nora!.." Nora stopped the panted words with her mouth, risking having her tongue bitten by the frenzied girl as she pushed it between her lips.
Jack groaned and plunged into the panting Sylvia just once more, driving his prick right up her to release his flood of sperm into her womb.
"Nora!" Sylvia's nails dug into Jack's shoulders, her lower body heaving up madly as she fought to impale herself further on the spurting prick inside her. "He... he's spending Into... into me... I... I can f-feel... AAAAAAHHHH! Oh, God! It... it's ooohhl Kiss... kiss... HN-HN-HN HN!... "
Maddened with the orgasmic ecstasy that wracked her body, Sylvia arched upwards from the bed, lifting Jack with her, sucking Nora's tongue deep into her mouth.
"Oh, Jack, you're a great performer!" panted Sylvia, lying back weakly as he withdrew from her, leaving spunk dribbling down from her spent cunt, gleaming whitely as it oozed over her bottom and into the dark cleft.
"Well," he grinned. "I would say you both passed that audition with honors!"
"You haven't seen anything yet!" snapped Nora. "That was just a warm up! I'm ready for more, now!"
"Then I will be again," chimed in Sylvia. "I think watching each other makes us more randy. We can keep going all the time, then."
"I said I only had one bottle of vitamin pills with me!"
"Well, if Nora and I get sexy by watching each other performing with you, I should think that the same applies for you when we make love to each other," said Sylvia.
"You know, something tells me that you're looking forward to your little Lesbian session."
"It is part of the audition, isn't it?" Sylvia climbed carefully off the bed, grabbing a handy pair of panties to thrust between her thighs to sop up some of the semen that oozed from her.
"Well, let's have another drink and relax for a while," said Jack.
"What about me?" complained Nora. "What about these?" She slid from the bed and stood holding her breasts, the nipples blood-red and standing out like stalks from the upcurved spheres.
"I'll do something about that for you, darling." Sylvia bent and pressed her lips to one of the hot crests. "Just give me a few minutes to mop up this mess." Sylvia made her way to the bathroom, taking awkward steps, holding the panties between her legs, lending an even more sensuous wiggle to her creamy bottom.
"Looking forward to South America now?" asked Jack, while Sylvia was out of the room.
"I don't know how I feel about it, really. I dare say when I look at that plane in a couple of days, all hollow-eyed and shaky after this little session, I'll begin to regret it. I don't know, I'll write and tell you all about it when I get there."
He came over to her and stroked her bare breasts, smiling at her gasps when he touched the stiff, sensitized nipples.
"Bet you're looking forward to getting to grips with Sylvia, though, eh?" He looked deeply, knowingly into her eyes, forcing her to turn her reddening face away. "Do you use a dildo on one another?"
Nora's eyes flashed. "Certainly not! You sound as though you think we're regular Lesbians. We're not."
"What do you use?" he asked gently. "Mouths and fingers?"
Nora nodded without thinking, then turned on him hotly. "You tricked me into that!"
"Does it matter?"
"No, I suppose not, with you. In any case, we've only ever done it once before... and that was almost by accident."
"They may want you to use one of those false cocks on each other over there, you know. And there's another thing... you may even have to give each other a mild caning occasionally."
"Oh, lord, I don't think I'll like that. I'm sure Sylvie won't either."
"What won't I like?" Sylvia came back and tossed Jack a wet flannel and towel. "Save you going to the bathroom. Now what won't I like?"
"I'll tell you later, darling," said Nora, putting an arm round her. "Jack's waiting to watch us... er... perform together. Ready for me?"
"Try me!" breathed the girl, rubbing her breasts across Nora's. She put her mouth to her ear. "Let's do it the way we were going to when he rang," she whispered.
"Let's!" Nora stretched out on her back on the bed and Sylvia climbed eagerly on top of her, straddling her shoulders. Two heads pressed between two pairs of smooth bare thighs; two mouths fastened on the soft, moist velvet of two ready cunts.
