The clock above the Town Hall chimed out the twelve dull tones for noon. As usual about this time a smartly dressed young woman was getting off the bus that had brought her into town from the outer suburbs. Passing along the front of the large shops of High Street she made" her way down several side streets. In a narrow and quiet back street she entered the grubby fronted restaurant that proclaimed from a single hanging board over the door that it was We Lang's Chinese Dining House. Beneath the name a smaller lettered message informed all who might pass that way that 'The most exquisite and rare Eastern dishes were obtainable within'.
The small broad-shouldered little man grinned and bowed low as this charmingly attractive young woman entered the ill lit dining room. As was usual he escorted her through to a small private room at the rear. Here another and even more ugly yellow skinned man greeted her and waived his hand to indicate she was to sit at the table opposite him.
It was over a month now that Janet had been brought to this infamous little Chinese den by her husband. Clive had brought her for an evening out and had thought to round off the night after the theatre she would like the excitement of having a meal at the nearest approach to a real Eastern place he had ever known-We Lang's Dining House.
AH in good faith, the young husband had brought his wife to this evil sink. Unsuspecting as to what the Dining Room was a front for, he had been pleased when the owner We Lang himself had introduced himself and asked them to share his table.
To have a visit from such a pretty white-skinned girl as this young wife was indeed a matter for celebration, and We Lang knew that the young woman would be flattered by the attention paid to her. When a short while after this evening visit Janet had had a visit at her own house from one of We Lang's servants, inviting her to morning coffee at any time she wished at his Dining Rooms, she was even more flattered. She did not stop to think how We Lang had found out where she lived-the evil little Chinaman had, in fact, had the young couple followed when they left his place.
Several times a week Janet went into town, and always she finished up at We Lang's place. The habit grew. She did not tell Clive of her visits, of course, and eventually she made her way in to town for the sole purpose of visiting this strange oasis of Eastern charm the occupants of which seemed to treat her as some Goddess. Always she had her coffee with We Lang himself. Until one morning she was greeted by this stranger in the back room. After the usual coffee, which she thought tasted far more bitter than usual, this new companion rose and told her to follow him. The coffee that morning had indeed been different. It had been spiced with a rare and very potent sex-drug from the East and it was soon to have an effect on this lovely, young and innocent woman.
In a dimly lit bare room she was handed a small tray. On this she saw the implements associated with opium smoking, but before she was able to study them at all she was pushed through a gap in some dark velvet hanging drapes into another oblong shaped small closet. When her eyes got used to the strange yellow lighting she saw that along one wall was a low wooden bunk. On the bunk was the stout figure- of We Lang reclining. He smiled up at her. "Place the tray on this table my pretty white flower," he said slowly.
Janet bent to place the tray on the low three-legged table he indicated beside the bunk. His arm came out as if to help guide the tray down to the table and she felt his hand graze her knees as he did so. The table was so low she had to bend right over. As she put the tray down the elderly Chinaman sat up and quickly reached up his hand to place it at the back of her head and so prevent her from straightening up.
Even in that ill lit little room she could see the strange evil glint in the old man's eyes. She felt frightened and yet strangely apprehensive in an excited way. His eyes were staring full into her own. She saw out of the corner of her eye his other hand move up to the crisp poplin blouse she was wearing and without a word those fat yellow fingers began to unfasten the buttons down the front.
He gave her a half smile as at last he got his pudgy hand inside the blouse and his palm cupped under the heavy breast protected now only by her flimsy tight fitting brassiere-cup. For the first time, as a dull ache began to make itself felt in her belly, she began to realise that the coffee she had been given must have been drugged. We Lang was already getting his fingers into the rim of the bra-cup. She wanted to stop him and yet she could not summon up the will power to make any serious attempt to do so.
Her nipple had begun to arouse itself the moment she felt him fumbling with her blouse buttons. Now as those fingers actually got inside the cup and touched the nipple itself the little pink bud sprouted and grew rigid with new life.
"Don't straighten up, my dear, stay as you are." His high pitched voice seemed to have taken on a new tone of authority. He slowly took his hand away from the back of her neck when he had satisfied himself she was not going to straighten her body. Now both fat hands were inside her gaping blouse, and Janet felt herself colouring up with embarrassment and shame at not stopping this lewd handling of this little grinning Chinaman. She was thankful the lighting in this humid room was so bad. Her true feelings were not being noticed by her fat companion. She was aware that those close set slant eyes were boring into her face all the time. The silence of this small oblong closet was shattered by her shrill scream that she quickly stifled-it had been caused by the way he ground his sharp pointed nails into her hyper-sensitive nipples, an action that had taken her by surprise as she had not thought We Lang would want to hurt her. She was to learn a lot about the Yellow Masters before long. This breastal treatment was nothing compared with what might happen to her later.
Without taking his eyes from her face the pudgy Chinaman moved one arm down her body, his fat yellow hand slipped under the hem of her skirt. She felt the heat from his palm on her rounded knees. Despite the covering of nylon when he gripped her knee she thought it was in a hot vice.
Slowly he released her knee and moved his hand further up, up and up the smooth nylon sheathed thighs. Instinctively she kept her thighs as close together as she could. His hands caressed her breasts and her thighs with a slow and methodical coverage. Five minutes was enough to have her panting and allowing his hand to pry her legs wide enough apart for his palm to move even higher and closer to her feminine jewel.
From a hidden spy hole another grossly fat Chinaman watched the scene in the opium closet. This was We Lang's partner, Hi Wang, if anything a more evil and wicked man of the two. He and his partner had had their eye on this very pretty white girl ever since her husband had been foolish enough in his innocence to bring her to this place. Now Hi Wang was enjoying watching her performance on her first visit to one of their back parlors.
Janet was now breathing very heavily, indeed. The watching Chinese grinned to himself with pleasure- this new flower was responding well, everything was going to plan. He heard her give little gasps of pleasure, saw her open her legs wider now and from where he spied on her Hi Wang could see how delightfully that tight skirt was being stretched across her fleshy buttocks, so tightly indeed that the outline of her panties could clearly be seen. He saw that We Lang had his hand well up under that tight skirt by this time. He could tell by the position of the arm where the palm and fingers must be. There is no race quite as wickedly efficient as the yellow men at bringing women into heat and certainly We Lang was a pastmaster, as was evident.
The watching Hi Wang saw the quick, dexterous fuming movement of his fellow Chinese' forearm under the young woman's skirt. He knew that was the deft flick that got the wandering hand under the crotch band of the knickers, and by the way Janet now squirmed and gasped with open drooling mouth he knew that she was having her quim lips massaged by those fat sharp nailed fingers.
Two pairs of slant eyes watched the reaction and the expression of the writhing white girl. The strange flickering light showed her nicely lipsticked mouth opening and shutting spasmodically. Her expression was one of pleasure. There was no mistake about that, and the way she jogged and jerked her loins and swayed her hips was not lost on the two men.
The very well experienced fingers under her panties now quickly found her swollen clitoris bud between the wet squashy upper flanges of her cuntlips. He now massaged this tender spot while keeping up a fat caressing movement over her nipple. Suddenly the half reclining We Sang got up. He showed how portly and fat he was now as he stood beside the slim shapely white woman. She began to resist a little as he got her blouse right off from her shoulders and her brassiere was undipped and pulled from her.
While she was thus struggling she lost her balance. His hands quickly pushed her down to the low bunk. Before she could even try and raise herself, she felt her skirt being whisked down and pulled from her and her pretty nylon panties were almost ruined in the frantic haste the old Chinese displayed to pull them down her thighs.
Through her mind raced wild thoughts. She knew that she should be putting up a better fight. She should at least be trying to resist even if in her heart she knew the pudgy old Chink would be too strong for her. His strength was fully proved when he turned her over on to her belly as if she were a mere child. She gave a startled gasp as she felt his fingers prying her fleshy bottom cheeks apart, and then she gave a shrill scream as his forefinger sunk right down into her anus. Hard and deep went the digit of flesh and right away his wrist moved in and up and down and in circular movement as he finger-fucked the tight rear passage of the writhing white girl.
Never had she had this done to her before. She was writhing and joggling about like a mad thing causing her assailant and the watching partner the greatest pleasure. As suddenly as he had penetrated her bottom he withdrew the offending finger. Reaching under the bunk he withdrew what looked like a jet black egg attached to two lengths of cording.
The 'egg,' which was made of rubber, was thrust into Janet's gasping mouth and the cords fastened behind her head. She found that this was the most effective gag possible, and now to her utter dismay this grinning fat little Chinaman was getting her hands behind her back and was tying her wrists together with another length of black cording. Now that she was quite helpless, the two large flabby hands reached under her belly again, this time the hands moved upwards to fondle the heavy globes of her fleshy teats and then to grip them and massage and pull them in such a demonical way as to cause her the most intense pain, but at the same time to experience thrills she did not know existed.
She was almost choking through that rubber egg gag, and she squirmed and writhed when one of those fleshy hands moved down to her bucking backside. This time it was not one finger that was pushed into her anus ring, but two fingers.
While he finger fucked her bottom again he bent his face down to her ear. "White missee ever had it up here before?" he asked in his high pitched voice, as he jammed his two fingers hard up into her bottom to make it quite clear where he meant by 'up here'.
She half turned her head and saw that he had slipped his trousers down and kicked them off, so that apart from his shirt and short undervest he was naked. The massive knob of his bloated penis filled her with dread and at the same time lust, as her frightened eyes feasted upon it's exposure. In actual fact the sexual organ of We Lang was not overlong but was very thick indeed.
The knob above the thick flange of flesh was so immense as to appear out of all proportion to the rest of the stem.
He was heaving himself up on-to her naked back and aiming that great smooth gland along the groove of her bottom. He wished now that he had used an even larger rubber gag in her pretty mouth. Her screams were still being heard as in her wild terror she wriggled and shrieked to get away.
It was too late to change the gag now and slowly and steadily he began to sink his prick into that delightfully tight bottom passage of his lovely white victim. The wicked Chink soon discovered that her foolish husband had never used this entrance to his wife's charming body. She was so tight, the fleshy sheath of her anus passage took him several minutes to fully devour, by which time his cock was in her bottom to his very balls and with steady evil strokes he began to bugger her.
Reaching under her bucking body he got hold of her nipples and furiously milked them, causing added friction of the buds by scratching them with his sharp finger nails. Her wild contortions were watched and enjoyed by the grinning Hi Wang as he continued to peep through the spy holes. He saw the lovely slender white body being almost poked up off the bunk with every upward thrust into her bowels. Then with the rapid dog-like arching and thrusting of his loins it was clear We Lang was unloading his seed into the receptive bowels of his white victim.
In the distance the Town Hall clock chimed one o'clock. It was just one hour since Mrs. Janet Stark had got off the bus, and now her lovely bottom was left sore and bleeding as the fat Chinaman slowly rose off her panting body, undoing the cord that fastened her wrists and taking the rubber egg gag from her parched mouth. From the hidden peepholes Hi Wang watched intently.
This was the very important moment. How would their new white flower react now she was released from the binding cords?
Slowly the white body turned over. Janet rolled on to her back as the semi-naked fat Chinaman sank down beside her, his body panting with satisfied exhaustion. The girl was not being restrained in any way now. She could get up from the bunk and race through the drapes to the next room. She could pick up her clothing, her panties, her skirt and blouse on the way out.
But no... instead of trying to rise, her white arms reached across to embrace the fat sweating elderly Chink round his shoulders. Slowly her shapely nylon sheathed legs moved to entwine with his bare yellow limbs. The grinning Hi Wang grinned even wider. All the signs were as he hoped-this lovely flower was giving herself completely to them-her Yellow Masters.
CHAPTER TWO
It was an hour later that Janet began to come round again after her assaulted body had caused her to pass out. She was aware that in that confined space of the opium parlour another person in addition to the fat We Lang was making his presence felt. The equally elderly and portly Hi Wang had entered the room and as soon as the young woman showed signs of life they carried her through to another small adjoining room where under the single naked light bulb stood a strange oblong table. The top was thickly padded with leather and at the four corners as well as at frequent intervals along both sides metal rings were set and to the rings were attached leather cuffs and straps.
The two fat old Chinaman layed the almost naked body of the trembling young white girl across the padded top and strapped her down, face downwards, so that she was quite helpless. Then, selecting a thin tapering bamboo cane each, the two grinning yellow men set about giving her the first experience of flagellation across her lovely rounded bottom cheeks.
When they closed the door of this flagellation room it became quite sound proofed and they enjoyed her wild screams and cries for mercy. It was not because of her imploring sobs that they did not give her as long a caning session as they usually did on such occasions when they had a visitor to their chambers of lust, but they had other plans for her lovely body. Plans she was soon to know all about when We Lang went from the room to return in a couple of minutes leading on a thick chain the largest dog Janet had ever seen. It was of the hound breed, long shaggy hair and a long pointed snout. The two Chinks enjoyed the sight of her startled expression as she looked at this new visitor to the room. The hound was pulling almost savagely at its chain as it tried to get across the small room to where Janet was standing after being released from the flagellation table.
From a cupboard on the wall Hi Wang brought a small greenish coloured bottle. Too afraid to disobey, Janet laid down on the padded table top on her back when the leering Chinese ordered her to do so. Telling her to keep her legs well apart he uncorked the bottle and bending over her he muttered: "Now we shall see how this little bottle of Eastern magic can heat up white bitches like you!" As he spoke he carefully pushed the bottle neck into her quim and upturned it so that the contents came out. He saturated her cuntlips with the strange fluid, making sure an ample quantity went on her already aroused and abused clitoris. Janet was not aware of any reaction to the stuff, it felt wet certainly, but it was not causing her any other feeling. However, she was aware that the great hound was trying to get free from its chain even more frantically and was baying and snarling in turn as it gave the unmistakable signs that it could smell and recognise the fluid that was being poured over her genitals.
A thick matted carpet that had been under the padded table was pulled out so that Janet could kneel on all fours on it. Her legs being pulled well apart so that her cunt was clearly visible from the rear, die two Chinese exchanged glances before the hound was allowed its freedom.
The moment it was released the dog tore across to where Janet knelt and began at once to sniff furiously between her open thighs. She trembled all over as that cold snout rubbed and irritated at her moist snatch and then the long rough surfaced tongue of the beast began to lap at the fluid that was already beginning to cloy on her cunt lips and inner membranes.
Whatever fears, whatever shame, however she may have been feeling, all her senses quickly reacted to the sheer ecstasy of pleasure that the lapping tongue of the hound was giving her. The way that flicking pointed tongue teased her thickening clitty gave her pleasure undreamt of.
The thin lips of the two watching Chinese creased in cruel smiles as they saw the hound rear on its hind legs and crash its body down on top of the hunched backside of the writhing young woman. They saw that crimson pointed thick finger of the dog's penis jabbing between her thighs. Unable at first to find the centre of opening, it needed the hot tip of the doggy penis to be guided.
We Lang moved closer to the kneeling girl. Bending to take a grip on the upper part of her thighs he pulled her so that her knees were more apart, lowering her upraised buttocks accordingly. This gave the dog the chance it needed. With her crotch brought that much lower for its exploring length of prick the sharp hot head of its penis suddenly found the right spot. In a flash the shaggy hairy loins jabbed, the crimson length of shining glistening doggy cock entered and speared through her outer cuntlips.
Hi Wang got his hands under the dog's abdomen and yanked it up nearer the kneeling woman. This caused the dog to wrap its front legs round her hips whilst gaining added power to the bestial penetration. The two Chinks knew just how she would react, and they both crouched near her to hold her and prevent her frantic struggles from dislodging her canine lover as it began to root her.
As suddenly as her struggling had begun she quieted down, just as the two evil little yellow men knew she would. All her shame and her horror at what was happening to her was lost in the sweet ecstasy that doggy prick of such enormous length was giving her. Every time the rapid inward thrust took place she gave an involuntary gasp. Never had a human prick worked so furiously with such rapid in and out thrusts as did this randy hound with its long slender hot dick buried in the cunt of the sweet human sacrifice.
The two Chinamen knew that their pretty victim could not fail to react, her lovely thighs were actually moving to and fro to meet the rapid assault on her cunt from the rear. When Hi Wang took her chin and tilted her face up so that they could see her expression there was no doubt the thrilling and wonderful pleasure she was getting as her look of ecstasy showed.
They saw her body suddenly stiffen, her thighs that had been jerking so madly back and forth were rigid and still-they knew why. Their evil grinning faces watched her enjoy her orgasm, and then after a moment's brief peak of enjoyment she was again jerking to and fro with her canine lover as that long thin prick continued to jab and thrust into her. When at last after a fierce flurry of extra hard thrusts into her the dog lay panting and very still on her back they knew this pretty white flower had been impregnated with the bestial seed and they enjoyed watching her collapse on her belly the moment they lifted the animal off her back.
CHAPTER THREE
The two evil Eastern partners watched the arrival of an attractive young woman accompanied by her husband and their daughter. We Lang had seen the couple many times and usually after their meal they paid well to be taken downstairs and allowed to witness either the erotic dancing of one of the many Eastern girls of the establishment, or to take part in a mild opium smoking session.
With their young daughter with them We Lang guessed their activities were likely to be restricted and so another vile plan began to form in his fertile mind.
The young girl did not like the Chinese food, she was fretting and causing her parents embarrassment by her tantrums. It was only when We Lang came across to the table and began to talk to the youngster that she behaved in the proper manner, and her parents were grateful to the kindly old Chinaman for his intervention.
Towards the end of the meal the girl again began to play up, refusing to eat or drink and answering back at her flustered mother and refusing to obey her father to be quiet and behave properly.
We Lang had gone from the room some few minutes before she had started to show her tantrums, and the parents wished the elderly Chinaman with his way with children would come back to their table.
When one of the waiters came across and whispered to them that if they so wished We Lang would amuse their daughter upstairs while they finished their meal and enjoyed the little show afterwards, they gladly consented. They eyes of the waiter glinted but perhaps the true meaning was lost on the flustered parents.
A few moments later the girl, hand in hand with the Chinese was on her way upstairs and was taken into a large room where the grinning We Lang held out his arms to greet her.
She moved across to where the elderly Chinaman sat, but she was taken by surprise by the sudden way he leaned forward in his chair and gripped her wrists.
"I think this is what you need, young white missee," he said. Before Brenda could do anything about it the grinning Chinaman had pulled her down across his knee, and after telling the waiter to return to the Dining Room and inform her parents she was quite safe and enjoying herself being shown some Chinese treasures, he began to slap her pretty posterior with quite hard blows of his palm.
As soon as she was forced to stop her struggling from want of breath, the old Chink whisked the hem of her pretty frock well up above her waist. Now the broad hand smote her wobbling bottom flesh, protected only by the thin material of her very best pair of panties made of bri-nylon.
He shifted his knees slightly, pushing them a little more apart and pulling the limp body of the child more up on his groin. He slapped with steady and hard strokes, using his palm and keeping his fingers together and stiff. He waited for the first signs of the youngster's reaction-there it was-the opening and then the quick closing of her legs, the slightly heaving up of her belly and then the hard pressure of her tummy on his loins.
He knew all the signs and putting his face down close to her ear he murmured: "If you are a good girl and promise not to tell your parents I will give you a very special treat!"
She mumbled something and he correctly surmised that she was more than a willing party to his lewd intentions. He turned her over so that she lay with her back on his lap, her flushed pretty innocent face looking up into his own ugly and lustful features. With one hand under her head to support the upper part of her body so that she would not fall back into an uncomfortable position, he used his other hand to continue the mild flagellation. After slapping her heaving little belly a few times he directed his palm to strike at her small but developing titties. He found that the sensation of having her breasts tantalised in this fashion caused her to begin to jerk her belly up and down in the most suggestive and unmistakable sign of her aroused sensuality.
Looking down at her tightly knickered thighs and crotch he wondered just how far he could go with this little girl. He gave a quick series of soft blows full across her slightly raised Mount of Venus, enjoying the touch of the silky knickers to his palm. He kept his eyes on her face now. He wanted to see the first reaction, wanted to know if he was safe to continue.
Her wide open eyes told him what he wanted to know. Pulling her up into a sitting position on his lap he took her hand and pushed it down to where his flies were already undone. She felt him pressing her fingers round his rigid pole of sex, and he was pleased when he let go of her hand that she did not pull away from his penis. Taking her other hand he thrust this also inside his gaping flies and made her fondle his huge testicle.
"You are holding one of the Chinese treasures your parents were told you were to be shown, my sweet child," the old Chinaman muttered as with his helping hand on her wrist the small hand of the girl was taught to rub his loose skin up and down and to peel the thick foreskin as tautly down as was possible and so give him immense pleasure.
The girl knew she was doing wrong. She had promised not to tell her parents and therefore surely no one would know what she was doing up here with this awfully ugly grinning old Chinaman whom her mother always thought was so nice and kind and polite.
We Lang leaned across to press a bell button on the wall. Almost at once the door opened to admit the waiter who had brought her up here to him.
She felt embarrassed that someone else should see what she was doing and tried to take her hands way from We Lang's middle, but he held her wrists so that she could not move her arms at all.
"Are our guests downstairs enjoying themselves?" he asked.
"Yes, Master, they have almost finished their meal, but they have expressed a desire to see the dancing girl before their daughter is brought downstairs to them again." The waiter bowed low and waited for his orders from his master.
To some of his regular customer he provided a special sort of cabaret that took place in a small room in the basement, close to the opium chambers, in fact. One of the acts was a pretty Chinese girl who danced several of her native expressive dances for the guests when ordered to do so by one of the owners. Her act was by no means obscene, although hardly suitable for a young girl to witness-hence the wish of the parents that their daughter be kept amused upstairs for a while longer.
This suited the plans of the evil lecherous man very well.
"Tell Lotus she is to prepare to perform for the charming gentleman and his wife, and take them downstairs to the dance room as soon as Lotus tells you she is prepared. Meanwhile, inform the honourable parents their daughter is in good hands and is happy."
Backing to the door, bowing low all the while the waiter left the room. As soon as they were alone again We Lang pushed the girl to her feet. He had the time required for her complete debauchment, her parents were not expecting her downstairs again for some considerable time, and had she been more experienced in the ways of the world and the flesh the young girl would have seen danger in the way the evil slant eyes leered at her.
He lifted her pretty frock up to her waist, and after gazing in rapt admiration her smooth shapely legs and thighs, for a moment or so he raised his eyes to stare into her flushed, embarrassed face.
"Take your knickers down, my sweet child," he said to her, slowly and with deliberation that gave her reason to understand he meant to be obeyed.
With a backward glance at the door as if to make sure the waiter was not about to enter the room again, she slowly slipped the pretty intimate garment down and stepped out of it as it fell to her ankles.
With his arm about her slim shoulders We Lang guided her past a draped hanging curtain, across a narrow passageway and into another small room. Here a single-sized bed met her gaze. No bed clothes could be seen, just a rather thick layer of foam rubber had been placed on the springs of the bed frame. Following the waving indication of his long taloned fingers she climbed on the bed of foam and laid on her back.
The ugly little Chink leered down at her, his great yellow skinned prick as rampant and erect as always when given the prospect of a fruit so delectable. He fingered her moist little slit until she began to writhe. By the enormous amount of lubricating sex juice that oozed from her inner pores to wet his finger tips he knew she was far from finding his illicit touching unpleasant.
While he continued to expertly frig her with his right hand his left roamed all over her lovely thighs. His fingers moved up to twine and intertwine in the crisp short pubic hairs that adorned the swelling of her Mount and formed a darkish triangle against her snow white flesh at the base of her little tummy.
"I think little white blossom is ready to sample the Chinese treasure her mother thinks she is being shown -is that true my sweet flower?" he leered down at her, his face close to her belly as it twitched and writhed under his sensual arousing touching.
She only sensed what he meant. She could not speak or even try and resist what he intended to do to her. She knew that her parents were by this time down in the basement watching the Chinese girl dancing. Little did they guess that a far more obscene and enjoyable spectacle was taking place on the upper floor-and that their sweet pretty daughter was the centre attraction.
The fat left arm of the elderly Chinaman pushed its way under the girl so that he could encircle her small waist and hold her tightly. He had his face down close to hers. She half turned her face as she felt the hot breath from his open lips directly over her mouth, but his face moved to follow her face. Gradually as his face came lower so she instinctively turned back so that he could press his mouth to hers.
Never had she been kissed like this. It was a long unhurried passionate kiss that caused her small pointed tongue to react to the artful way his broader tongue was insinuating into her mouth.
When he did lift his mouth away from hers he left her panting and gasping for air. Now he was levering his bulky torso ever on to the bed and easing his fat stomach on to her belly. For the first time in her life she felt the feeling a female can get only from that touching of her intimate parts with the hot moist domed knob of a man's prick. She felt that immensely hot smooth gland touching her very pussy. Right in between her moistening irritated lips of her fanny the large knot seemed to be prying and prodding.
Eastern girls, when they reach the age of this pretty morsel, are well conversant with sexual satisfaction and the accommodation and acceptance of the largest cocks. Not so this lovely white skinned flower. We Lang knew he would have to be very careful, he would not want to harm the child so that her parents would be aware of what type of amusement she had been given whilst in his care.
He made a comparative slight heave upwards between her thighs-she was tight, very tight. He pondered. Perhaps after all he was taking too great a chance trying to seduce so completely this young girl? He peered down between their bodies. His fat hairy stomach seemed to be so grossly mature against the heaving sheer whiteness of her little belly, his huge yellow barreled cock appeared to be quite monstrous against such purity. Yet the mere sight of such innocence waiting to be deflowered caused him to decide that this little girl must be devirginated, risk or not.
He had time, he had no need to hurry, so he carefully prodded his rampant tool into the tight orifice, steadily using a great deal of force nevertheless. His penetration was as gradual as he could reasonably be expected to make it. Getting the head and shoulders of his great stiff weapon lodged in the tight ring of her vagina flesh he drew all his strength into his loins and gave a sudden fierce drive upwards. Her belly received a good four inches of his thick gristle with this one lunge. She screamed. This room in which the bed stood was soundproofed. He had no fears of her making any effect on anyone downstairs, and he leered down at her as with wide-eyed astonishment she looked up into his evil slant eyes as if not fully believing this was happening to her.
No words came from his cruel thin-lipped mouth. He kept looking down at her until at last her whimpering stopped and now with three sharp quick pushes he proceeded to feed her several more inches of his prick. The youngster felt stretched and sore, but for all that the feeling of happiness and pleasure was so strong within her that she had not the slightest wish to remove him. In fact, to his utter delight her arms came up and crossed over his broad back and the pretty face that had so recently been creased in pain now showed by its expression the enjoyment she was getting from his violation of her virginity.
Throwing caution to the winds the old Chink gave a series of rapid jabs between her legs until he was buried in her moist tight vaginal sleeve up to his heavy balls. In fact so well embedded into her sacrificed cunny was his fat cock and so tightly compressed was his huge bollocks between his groin and her buttocks that it would have appeared to the casual watcher that the two great balls of flesh were in fact growing out of her cunt instead of being attached to the base of the male stem.
Despite all his experience with girls and women of all ages and nationality, We Lang was surprised at the randiness shown by his latest victim. It took but half a dozen thrusts of rooting to and fro inside her sweet cunt to bring her to her first orgasm. Her wild contortions, her flickering eyelids, the dilated pupils of her staring eyes all gave ample proof of her rut as well as the ample stickiness that now embraced about his shaft that was rearing back and forth in her slimy sex groove.
Now that he had made her come and had seen what enjoyment she had got from this strange union he knew he was safe to really give her the fucking he wanted. He enjoyed her soft moanings, her grunts as he heaved down at her belly. He enjoyed too the full, the wanton, way she clasped her legs as well as her arms about his stout body as he shagged away at her hole.
Then with an increased flurry of action, a series of rapid thrusts to and fro, the old Chink was inundating her very womb gates with his copious flow of thick seminal slime.
Down in the basement the sensual dance of Lotus was coming to an end. The dance, aided by the very humid stuffy atmosphere of the cellar room had made Stella and John excited and feeling very much like they did when they had been engaging in pre-coition fondling. He Wang, who had joined them in the cellar, took John aside, with a quiet whisper he said that he could show the esteemed English gentleman something really exciting made John more than a little interested.
"Will you go with my humble servant, madam?" he said, indicating that Stella was to accompany the little grinning waiter from the room. "Your husband will join you in a very short while, I am to amuse him just a -little more before you leave our humble establishment."
John watched his wife go from the cellar. He quite thought she was going back upstairs to the dining room, but in fact this was not the case. While John was being shown a large volume of very indecent photographs, which after the way the dance had aroused him he found even more interesting and enjoyable, his wife had been taken into a room near by where another grossly fat Chinaman rose from his chair to greet her.
He had been watching her through hidden spy holes while she and her husband had been enjoying the sensual Eastern dance. He knew she had been excited and more than a little stimulated. The moment the door closed after the retreating waiter he raised his hands and blatantly cupped his palms under her rather large breasts.
He waited to see how she would react; apart from her breathing becoming faster she did not make any other sign. Certainly she did not move back away from him as she so easily could have done if she had wished.
She had worn one of her very newest and smartest dresses for this celebration with her husband and young daughter and it was cut rather low, as was the fashion, at the neck line. She felt the Chinese stranger's hands move up to the bare flesh just above the line of the dress neck. The actual touching of his fingers on her skin appeared to make her suddenly fully aware of her predicament and her embarrassing position alone in this ill lit room with this complete stranger.
He saw her change of mood, but did not give her a chance to do much about it. His arms moved quickly like two snakes to encircle her waist. She was dragged forcibly against his body, his hot mouth was down over her open startled mouth. Thirty seconds of fierce struggling which he could so easily contain and then she was breathless and relaxed. She was returning his kiss, pressing hard with her lips against his thin curved mouth in a way that gave him a sample of how ardent and passionate this white woman could be.
From the moment his mouth joined hers his thick tongue had been poked into her mouth. She had tried at first desperately to pull her face away to dislodge that wet slimy tongue. But now instead of struggling to get her mouth released from that prodding exploring wet tongue she was now actually sucking on it for all she was worth.
While John was enjoying the lecherous pleasure from the most obscene photographs he had ever seen a couple of rooms further down the passageway his own pretty wife was being molested by an eager randy old Chinaman. Already the groping hands were down inside that dress, the bra had been roughly pushed downwards until the cups released the swelling of the globes and the eager fingers could pinch and rub the naked flesh of her breasts.
John continued to turn the pages of the thick volume. Scenes showing women having their large breasts massaged and sucked by various Chinese appealed to him, perhaps the sight of his own wife having her nipples gammed by the greedy mouth of an elderly Chink would not have been so pleasurable, but on the other hand perhaps he would have found as much pleasure from that as from the photos!
Stella was certainly having her breasts attended to in the most salacious fashion. Like a demented beast the old Chinaman had his mouth glued to her nipple and was sucking on it until it was as hard as flint and as erect as the thick cock inside his trousers. With his body so close to hers it was natural that her hands should wander down to the front of his trousers. The huge dimensions of his aroused prick could easily be detected by her palm as she smoothed it down his flies.
"My husband... my husband won't...?" The grinning Chink knew what was worrying her.
"Undo my fly, white madam, your husband will not disturb us. He does not know you are in this room anyway. You are quite safe. Undo them... undo them that's right."
In her excited and aroused state, she had difficulty in getting the buttons of his trouser fly undone. He waited patiently while she fumbled, sucking avidly at her nipples in turn to keep her well on the boil of sex heat.
Suddenly his great prick was in her hands. It was a very large specimen of the male organ. The size of it was appreciated by the randy wife as she handled it. She willingly allowed herself to be pulled down to the thick carpet, his arms about her waist. He went down first, pulling her on top of him. She found herself astraddle his thighs, a knee on either side of him, her dress stretched taut across her. As his hands fumbled up under her dress to drag aside the crotch band of her panties she shuffled her knees back and forth until she had her body in the perfect position to lower her aching twat down towards that upstanding proud cock.
The old Chinaman grinned to himself. This lovely wife had been a far easier accomplishment than he had ever dared hope for. Her husband must keep her very short of cock, of that he was sure. He felt the wet slipperyness of her cuntlips. She was reaching down under her open thighs to clasp his cock and help guide it to her waiting pratt. He held himself arched as she lowered her crotch more towards it. He was sinking it up to her, the wet gripping hole of her fanny was about his flanged dome, lower she sank, lower and lower. This lovely white woman was willingly giving herself to this Eastern lecher, protected as she thought by the privacy of this dimly lit cellar room.
Down and down until she was astraddle his lap. Her stretched crotch was flat against his groin, he was in her to the very hilt. Every inch of his prick was hers. Both bodies, except for the excited throbbing and shuddering, were still. She looked down into his face. They exchanged the sort of look that expressed how much she needed what he was doing to her and that in this quiet darkened room she could enjoy her sex with him to the full.
For the first time since she had entered this room she realized just how horrid and ugly this Chinaman really was and yet now she did not care, did not care at all. She loved the feel of his immense thing inside her, she loved it... loved it. She clasped her arms about his broad neck, his arms encircled her waist as with the pressure of his hands on her hips he helped to control her upward and downward heavings as she commenced to fuck herself on his lap.
Just as her jerkings were beginning to speed up toward her climax she suddenly held herself taut. He was aware that she was trying to raise herself off his stick.
"Please... please... " she gasped as his hands tried to restrain her. "You -are not wearing anything and I didn't prepare myself for anything like this! You mustn't come... you must let me get off you now... please... please... orgaaassmmm."
With a sudden fierce upwards thrust and a tightening of his grip on her hips he prevented her from getting off his long thick stem. Furthermore, with the extra effort he was putting into his actioning of that piston-like cock, he was not only forcing her to have her orgasm but was drenching her warm with his own thick spend.
John closed the cover on the thick volume as he turned the last page of exciting obscene photos. He didn't realise that in the cellar room just along the passage his wife had just enjoyed one of the acts he had seen depicted in the album so frequently-she had been fucked.
Upstairs, in the care of kindly, polite old We Lang his young daughter had also had her belly filled with yellow man's spunk. But half an hour later, when all three rejoined at their table in the dining room, none of them gave the slightest indication that anything at all had taken place that was the slightest bit suggestive or suspect.
CHAPTER FOUR
Neither We Lang or his partner Hi Wang were the least surprised when two days later the charming Stella showed up again at their restaurant. This time she was not accompanied by her husband or her daughter, and when the two partly amused Chinamen beckoned for her to walk straight through the dining room into the rear rooms she was delighted to hurry to join them.
"I wondered if I might find that gentleman I met when I was here last?" she murmured, feeling a little embarrassed now she had finally given way to temptation and returned to this place where she had been willingly fucked by the stranger.
"I am afraid our honourable guest is not here today, Madam," We Lang informed her, taking her by the arm and leading her through into a room where a single bed was already waiting for the amorous act to take place upon it.
She quickly realised that with this two she would not be wanting the friend she had misbehaved with before. Almost unable to believe her eyes she watched the two men release their standing pricks from their open flies. As they beckoned her to approach closer to them she moved across and held a stiff penis in each hand. This was the first time she had ever had this particular pleasure, to have two pricks to fondle at the same time, and her eager fondling soon had both members as rampant as possible and she allowed herself to be pushed down onto the bed.
We Lang turned her over on to her face and, bending over her stroked the back of her lovely head of hair while Hi Wang pulled her dress and nylon underslip well above her hips. Her hair was still being stroked as was the small of her back whilst her knickers were being pulled down and off. She felt two pairs of hands pulling her thighs well apart.
"We are so pleased you have paid us a visit today," We Lang was telling her, "our balls are so full we were waiting to see which of our recent white blossoms would pay us the privilege of their presence."
Stella half turned her head to look at the tremendous purple nosed monster that was menacing her. She did not know that so recently that same great sexual gland had raped and violated her own young daughter's cunt, and now she was about to enjoy it and to give its owner the pleasure he desired.
Hi Wang moved to the head of the bed, and taking her face in between his hands he pressed his lips full over her mouth. She felt the other Chinaman climb on the bed behind her and get between her thighs. And just as the thick tongue began to penetrate into her mouth she felt the thick penis of his companion being pressed in between her other pair of lips-her cunt lips.
A few thrusts and the old Chink was well up inside her cunt, spearing her from the rear and getting all the deep penetration that is possible from this angle. Hi Wang continued to spew his slimy saliva into her mouth while We Lang started his rooting movements that were to end in her having another bellyful of yellow man's spunk.
As soon as she had got home after the celebration visit to the restaurant she had given herself a thorough douching and hoped and prayed that she would not be made pregnant by the way the old Chinaman had spunked into her and made her come as well. This time she had taken the precaution of taking the special pill that her doctor had given her for those times when she wanted intercourse with her husband during the unsafe period.
She hoped that the pill would work. Always she had taken them in the past and apart from the one daughter John had never put her in the family way again. Now as the old Chink brought her approaching another wonderful climax her mind could not be bothered with what the consequences might be, only the supreme thrill of having such a fierce and obscene fucking filled her mind. The prick fucking her and the tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth thrilled her to the very core of her being.
Hi Wang was almost choking her with the amount of his thick saliva he made her suck into her mouth and swallow. He took his mouth away from hers at last to murmur to his companion "Just look how badly she wants it... she must be starved of cock!" And then, bending his face close down to Stella's he went on: "Does it feel nice and thick, white madam?" he asked.
"OH YES... YES... WONDERFULLY LARGE... I'VE NEVER KNOWN ONE SO LARGE... NEVER HAD ONE TO FILL ME SO COMPLETELY!" she gasped amid the pushing and shuddering that her body was enduring under the wild attack on her cunt from the Chinese at her back.
The two men exchanged glances. We Lang nodded: "Yes, yes, tell her, tell her," he muttered, not wanting to waste his breath on talking but to keep all his energy to satisfy his white victim.
Hi Wang smiled, he wanted his partner's permission to tell this lovely white woman about her daughter. He had his face close to her ear: "The lovely prick inside you is thick and long, yes?" he asked again.
"And do you know who was enjoying it just two days ago, this lovely thick long prick?" he went on, teasing.
"No... I don't know," she gasped, "and I don't care... I'm enjoying it now... that's all that worries me."
"A certain very pretty little girl who came here with her parents for a celebration meal... " went on the sly old Chinaman slowly, "a very petite and pretty girl indeed... not very old, but my! how she enjoyed prick! That very same prick you are enjoying now."
They saw the sudden realisation dawn on this writhing lovely woman. They saw her movements stop... her body went rigid.
"You don't mean... you can't... you... you awful filthy beasts... you... you... " she was lost for words as the grinning Hi Wang nodded his head.
"Yes, my dear, your innocent little daughter is innocent no more. The prick that is buried in you now was just as deeply buried in her young twat, and she loved it just as you love it!"
Although her body was still and rigid the old Chink at her back had never stopped his rooting actions for a single moment. Now he forced her to respond despite her horror at what she had heard. He was filling her with his thick spend and no sooner had the last trickle been jetted into her than We Lang withdrew and slid down alongside her and his companion got up on her back in his place.
To have another great rampant cock inside her so quickly after the first was too much for her to fail to respond to, despite her temporary frigidness. As Hi Wang commenced to root her We Lang took her hand and pulled it down to his limp wet prick.
"Here, my white flower, you handle this cock, the cock that deflowered your little girlie, while you enjoy the fucking all the more."
Stella was ashamed of the perverse thrill she got from being fucked so brutally while she handled the cock that she was told had raped her young daughter. She realised the youngster had certainly been upstairs with old We Lang long enough for him to do a lot of things to her, and she had no reason to disbelieve him when she was told he had completely fucked her. What a monster of a prick to have for your first one, thought Stella. The great obscene thing was already beginning to jerk into erection again now, and she suddenly had the almost insane desire to make it as large and thick as she could again. She wanted to look at the immense size and feel the strength of the thing again now that she knew it had been the tool to deflower her young daughter.
When it was as immense as it had ever been We Lang shifted his position, kneeling near her shoulders and pulling her head towards him. It was all too clear what he was inviting her to do. She was being given the opportunity of taking into her mouth the cock that had fucked her own daughter for the first time.
Shame, embarrassment or not, she was wild in rut, she moved her face closer to his hairy loins, her mouth opened wide and she closed her lips over as much of the thick gland as she could.
Fat podgy hands patted her head: "Suck it well, white madam, show you are grateful for the pleasure it gave your young girlie, suck it and show you are willing to give it the same pleasure it provided for that young tight cunt between your daughter's thighs."
So efficiently and thoroughly did she gamm him that by the time her cunt was having its second saturation of spunk she also felt the warm emission of semen jetting down her throat at the same time.
* * *
Clive Stark was honoured at being invited to the meeting of the directors of the company he worked for. Ambition and anxious to please his bosses, he knew that this meeting with a very important director who had come down from the North might be a stepping stone for advancement in his career.
The meeting went well. He felt sure he had made a favourable impression not only on his own boss, but on the equally important man from the North. Now with an invitation to go out to an evening meal with the two big noises he knew he was getting well in with them.
A telephone call to Janet to tell her he would be home very late that evening instead of his usual time and he was ready to set out with the bosses.
Janet had received his message with mixed feelings. She had been looking forward to her young husband coming home early that evening. She felt sexy, she had hoped that after his meal he would have agreed to have an early night to bed, and once in bed she hoped he would have given her a long and satisfying love making session. Now this phone call, going out with the bosses was all very well, but she knew what that meant. He would be home late, very late probably, and when he did arrive home he would be showing the effects of having far too much to drink.
With a sigh she put on her smartest dress and coat and made her way down to the bus stop that would take her into town-the select Chinese establishment of We Lang was to be honoured with another visit from their white flower.
Clive had expected to go to a very smart and expensive restaurant or hotel for the meal with the directors, but to his surprise the cab they were in was heading for a part of town he did not know too well although he had been in this area a few times when he had taken his wife Janet out for an evening.
"You will be surprised at this little place, Hugh," his boss was telling the important man from the North. "A little Chinese place, not very posh you understand, but the food is first class."
"Is this the place you were telling me about Robert?" Hugh asked, "Where they put on a private show for you after?"
"Yes, this is the place, I shall ask We Lang if he can put on something special for us today as you are with me," Robert turned to Clive. "I hope you won't be shocked young man, but after we have had a meal here we might be given the chance to see the sort of show that is, well, to say the least, not very respectable."
To his astonishment Clive found himself with the two bosses in the dimly lit Chinese Dining Rooms of We Lang. The proprietor himself came to greet them and show them to a special table. Clive was pleased that the little grinning man made no indication that he recognised him.
Before they sat down at the table Give saw his boss in earnest conversation with We Lang. The little Chink kept nodding and bowing and the smile of satisfaction on Robert's face when he rejoined them was indicative that the question of the naughty show afterwards had been settled.
Clive was quite content to take his time over the meal and enjoy it, but the two older men seemed to be gulping down the food and getting more and more wine to drink and were clearly anxious to get to the more erotic part of their visit and be taken by the waiting We Lang to witness the naughty show.
Down some stone steps into the basement the three men were at last taken. Through several curtained doorways and along a narrow corridor and they found themselves in a strangely shaped room. It was but a yard in width but four or five yards in length and was obviously a part of another more normal sized room which had been partitioned off.
The grinning little We Lang removed three pictures that had been hanging on the wall. Now revealed where the pictures had been were three square grills. Each man found when standing in front of a grill which was at face height, that they could see clearly through into the adjoining room.
We Lang switched off the light so that they were in darkness. This helped them to get an even better view of the next room and they saw that apart from a chair and a single size bed there was nothing in the next room at all. It was brilliantly lit and as they were in darkness behind the grills they realised they would not be visible to any occupants of that adjoining room.
The three men did not have long to wait. Soon into the next room they saw the figure of another Chinese appear and a moment later a young and very attractive white girl joined him in the room.
"She's a lovely looking piece," chuckled Robert.
"Delightful, delightful, what do you think, eh Clive my boy?" Hugh asked.
Clive was speechless, his face had gone the colour of beetroot and he felt feverishly hot. He was glad the darkness hid his appearance from the two elderly bosses-for the young attractive 'piece' was none other than his own wife-Janet!
Rooted to the spot, his face glued to the grill he watched his wife and the old Chinaman embracing. No doubt the Chink knew they had special guests watching them, but certainly the young woman was quite oblivious to their near presence and thought she and the old yellow man were quite alone and in private.
Clive didn't know what to do, he could hardly blurt out that the writhing sexy white woman in there with the ugly Chink was his wife. He could not do anything to stop what was clearly happening with the full willingness of his wife. He just had to watch and wait and feel guilty and ashamed at the thrill he was getting not only from the lewd spectacle in the next room but from the obscene chatter of his two male companions as they also enjoyed to the full the special naughty show being provided for them.
When the old Chink withdrew his hands from up under Janet's dress where he had been blatantly touching her up they saw her drop to her knees in front of him and fumble at his fly.
"Now we're going to see something worthwhile!" chuckled Robert.
"Look's as if she's going to go down to him, the sexy bitch," Hugh chortled.
Clive saw his wife open wide the fly of the squat old Chink. He saw her expose not only the great penis but also the surrounding hairy groin and stomach and his great dangling balls.
He could hardly believe that his wife was doing this without any force or persuasion being used by her companion. He saw her hands trembled a little as she clasped them both about that fat throbbing length of yellow skinned cock, and then he saw her lips, the same sweet lips he had kissed goodbye earlier in the day, go down to caress the huge domed knob of the fat Chinaman's prick.
Opening her mouth very wide she lowered her face so that she could engulf into her mouth the whole of the bloated head down to the thick flange. While they watched the lovely white girl gamming that yellow cock down to the protruding rim of flesh of the flange, Robert and Hugh were already of the opinion that they should give in to the temptation to undo their own flies and yank out their erected pricks. This they promptly did and each slowly rubbed and masturbated himself whilst watching and eventually Clive also felt the need to release his greatly aroused cock from his trousers and like his two bosses was slowly wanking himself.
"I thought he had a massive cock before she started kissing it," said Robert. "But, my gad, look at the size she's making it now!"
Even as he spoke Janet dropped back on to her haunches and released the great surved monster from her lips. The broad throbbing shaft was slimed and glistening with her saliva and Clive felt a tremendous thrill race through him as he realised it was his own wife's saliva on that yellow cock.
The Chinaman was picking up the chair and placing it alongside the bed, leaving enough space between the bed and chair for him to stand. Now be beckoned to Janet. She obediently climbed up on the bed and placed one foot on the edge of the bed and stretched her other leg across to place her foot on the seat of the chair. Taking a grip on the chair back to steady herself and placing her other arm about the fat neck of the grinning Chinaman she slowly crouched down, her lovely thighs opening as her knees moved outwards and downwards.
The three men watched with their faces glued to the grills, their hands on their aching cocks. They saw the man shuffle more inwards towards his white companion, they saw his great curved upstanding prick pressed against her knickered belly, the shaft so long that his crimson bloated knob reached to the top of the knickers where the elastic waist band gripped her belly. It seemed incredible that such a monster of a prick would ever be accepted into a woman's body. Surely as the position indicated now, such a length would go right up into her belly itself from her vaginal passage.
Clive saw his wife embrace the Chinaman more tightly about his neck and shoulders. This was because she was going to release her hold on the chair back as she was using that hand now to pull and tug aside the moist crotch band of her panties. She was exposing her glistening dewy pouting cunt lips, not only to her companion from the East but to the three pairs of eyes she did not know were there at all.
The squat Chink bent his knees and shuffled even closer to Janet. Now he crouched with his great cock directly under her vagina, and when he slowly began to straighten his knees it was clear to the watchers that he would be driving his spearing penis up into the white girl's body.
They saw her cunt lips pouting and resisting the monster for a moment or so, but then they gave up the unequal struggle, they could hear her moans and groans of pain and pleasure as the massive dick sank upwards into her. Clive saw the thick prick going from view, inch after inch after inch he saw his wife take. After such a cock his own weapon must seem like a child's to her, he thought, and now to the great enjoyment of his two companions they were watching the old Chinaman really shagging away at his willing victim.
Janet had both arms embracing round the neck of her lover. She hugged him as if he were the dearest thing in the world to her and by the time his movements indicated that he was pumping his seed into her she had given the unseen watchers the joy of seeing her wriggle and writhe to three violent orgasms.
The moment the peak was reached by the old Chink the light went out in the room and the three men were staring at darkness. They heard We Lang enter their room and replace the pictures over the grilles before switching on the light.
All three hurriedly stuffed away their greatly aroused pricks and the next suggestion of their grinning host made their pricks even more agitated and anxious for more satisfaction.
"I hope you gentlemen enjoyed my little show for you," he chuckled, "and as you are my very special guests and you, sir," he nodded towards Robert, "you sir, have paid me so well in the past I am going to offer you an extra pleasure."
They waited to see what this 'extra pleasure' was going to be. We Lang continued. "Just give our very pretty white flower a little time to recover and then perhaps one of you gentlemen would like to meet her personally?"
Clive wanted to fall through the floor, this was real disaster, this would be the end! The other two men saw his embarrassment at once, not for a minute guessing the real reason for it. They thought that being a younger man than them and happily married he did not want to have physical contact with a woman, however attractive, who associated with this fat old Eastern man.
"Don't worry, Clive," Robert was patting his arm. "You needn't meet the charming lady. Hugh and I will enjoy that pleasure and you can wait for us."
Before taking the two older men from the room We Lang turned to Clive and said, "When we have gone put out the light and remove one of the pictures if you want to and then you can see into the next room again. I shall introduce our white flower to these two gentlemen in there. You can watch if you like... " The moment the door closed behind them Clive was across to the light switch; once in darkness he groped for the picture and lifted it from the wall. He peered through into the adjoining room. It was empty. The chair had been put back into its original position and then into the room came We Lang and the two guests. Clive listened in awed anguish as he heard the Chinese saying: "Now gentlemen, when the white flower is brought in to the room she will be blindfolded. She will keep this blindfold on all the time so that she will never recognise you and this way you will feel you have greater freedom with her. You may do what you like to her and with her. You will find her very pleasant and stimulating company."
The moment he stopped speaking the door opened again and Janet entered. She had a black silk sash tied across her eyes under which two black swabs of cotton wool had been fastened to her closed eyelids, making it quite impossible for her to see anything at all. We Lang and the waiter who had led Janet in quietly left and closed the door, leaving Janet alone with her two new admirers.
Old Robert at once moved close to Janet at her front and slipped both his hands under her frock. He greedily stroked and felt the broad thighs above her knees, pushing the hem of her dress upwards as his hands roamed higher.
Hugh watched and for a moment did not attempt to touch their victim. "Lovely legs she's got," he murmured, "lovely, lovely. Lift her frock higher so we can see her knickers."
Hugh revealed that she still had on the same peach coloured pair of panties she had worn when she had been in that room with the Chinaman. The crotch band was now sodden and dark with the remains of her own spend and the spunk of the Chink which had dribbled from her over filed quim.
"Just look how wet her knickers are," chuckled Hugh. "You pull them down, Robert, while I hold her dress up."
It thrilled as well as disgusted and amazed Clive to see his wife submitting meekly to the filthy touchings and words of these two complete strangers to her. True, she could not see who they were or what they looked like, but, by the way she was standing with her legs open she was enjoying this obscene carry on.
Clive saw she was trembling-not from fear, that was certain. It must be from her aroused lust, and yet after the fucking she had had from the Chink surely she would not want any more sex.
Her knickers were dragged down and she raised a foot at a time to allow one of the men to take them from her. Clive saw Robert, his boss, again wrench his fly open and with his cock exposed and jutting fiercely from his stout stomach he slipped one arm round Janet and pushed her back towards the bed.
Janet lay on her back, her lovely nylon sheathed legs opened instinctively as the bulky man lowered his body down on top of her. As if it were the most natural thing for her to do she closed her fingers round the stout throbbing cock so near to her belly and guided the hot knob towards her moist and spunky hole.
With one movement the old fellow buried himself to his balls in the body of the lovely panting Janet. Clive heard her give that well known little cry of ecstasy, the cry she gave when he was loving her in their bed-and she was thrilled by his cock. Now it was the cock of his boss who was making her experience this particular lust, and the old fellow was already beginning his humping up and down as he started his shagging of this charming young woman.
Clive saw his wife clutch her arms and legs round the heaving body on top of her. It needed but a few strokes of his powerful loins to make her respond with an orgasm. Clive felt ashamed at the immense thrill he got from seeing his pretty wife writhing under her ecstasy of coming brought on by the prick of another man.
The heat and slippery female goo must have induced old Robert to strive for his own climax right away, for almost before Janet had stopped to get her breath after her violent peak he was humping madly on top of her, sending streams of his rich thick seed deep into her womb.
When the old fellow rose wearily from the bed Clive saw Janet still stretched out on her back there, her legs wide open, her cunt dribbling spunk. Hugh had moved close to the bed now, his fly open and his prick jutting out strongly. Clive knew that his wife was in for another good fucking despite the ordeal she had just been a party to.
Robert, whose prick was but a limp useless flagging length of soft flesh, took Janet's hands and guided them up to clasp at this new erect monster of his friend's genitals.
"Here's another lovely prick for you, my dear. You are getting more than a fair share of dick tonight, aren't you, my dear?" The two men laughed and watched her white fingers rub up and down this new stiff rod that was to fill her body and to which her sweet cunt was to give further satisfaction.
Although the bed was narrow, old Robert wanted to try and stay on it while his friend fucked Janet and the girl had difficulty in opening her legs wide enough with him laying beside her and the other old fellow lowering himself down on top of her.
The bed creaked under the weight of three bodies and the creaking increased as Janet began to wriggle as this new fat knob was beginning to penetrate into her aching pratt.
She could tell by the odour of these two men that they were not Chinese. They were probably Englishmen, she thought, and in this surmise she was of course correct. But never in a hundred years would she have been able to guess that a few yards away, witnessing her disgrace through an iron grille her own young husband watched and waited for her to continue.
Hugh tried to make his lovemaking last, but the heated cunt of the young woman beneath him was too much for him in his excited and stimulated mood. In a very short while for the third time, her womb was saturated with male spunk.
* * *
An hour later in a taxi Robert and Hugh were kidding their young companion on the treat he had missed at We Lang's.
"She was lovely... the perfect fuck I should say," chortled Robert. "What do you say, Hugh old boy?"
"Yes, the ideal shag. Wonder what sort of wife she makes. Did you see she had a ring on? She was married, you know. Wonder if her husband knows what sort of games she gets up to, eh?" The two men laughed and to save any embarrassing explanations Clive forced himself to join in their merriment.
From We Lang's place the three men made a round of the clubs and bars and it was well into the small hours of the morning before the taxi dropped Clive at his home. Making his way quietly upstairs he looked into the bedroom.
There in their bed Janet was sleeping peacefully- how on earth could he believe that a few hours ago she had been in that den of vile sin with We Lang and then taken part in a distasting orgy with the two elderly white men?
Yet he knew he had not been dreaming. It had all been true. He went into the bathroom. There on the floor where she had thrown them were the peach coloured knickers. He picked them up. He saw the crotch and the surrounding silk was stiff with dried male semen and female sex juice.
He held the panties to his face. The odours of lust that filled his nostrils made him want to behave like a wild beast in rut. Stripping naked he went back into the bedroom. A few seconds later Janet was having her fourth prick that evening and giving and receiving as much pleasure and satisfaction from her husband's as she had from the other three pricks.
CHAPTER FIVE
Not all the attractive female visitors to the Eastern Dining House expected to take part in sexual activities when they reached the stage of knowing the evil partners well enough to be allowed down in the basement chambers.
Often a young woman would be induced to sample the opium and other drugs that could be smoked in the long stemmed pipes and quite often the stimulation and satisfaction from the strange stench and flavour of the fumes was enough pleasure for them.
One such person was a certain charming and very attractive Mrs. Rita Leigh. Past the first bloom of her youth she was nevertheless still very attractive and being married to a wealthy man was able to pay We Lang well for the joy she was given in the opium parlors.
However, one afternoon the usually well arranged sessions went wrong. In a nearby opium closet to where Mrs. Leigh had been taken and was now happily secluded smoking away to obtain her dreams lay the fat partner Hi Wang, also smoking a stronger dosage than was good for him.
His sexual senses inflamed, he rose from the bunk in his own small parlour and staggering out into the corridor intent on finding one of the Eastern dancing women on whom to satiate his strong lust. He passed by the curtained closet in which, on her bunk, the happy Mrs. Rita Leigh enjoyed herself.
Hearing her heavy and contented breathing Hi Wang quietly slipped inside the closet where she lay. In the very dim light it was impossible for the randy Chinaman to see who the guest was. His great cock jutted from his open trousers and the aching desire in the prick and his heavy balls drove him to the point where he did not care who it was on that bunk-it was a fame and that was all that mattered.
Mrs. Leigh must have been experiencing dreams connected with her senses, for although still under the influence of the poppy she was smoking she was aware she had a visitor and when the fat bulky body bore down on her she just opened her thighs!
Caring not who his victim was the old randy Chinaman mounted on the willing belly of the lovely fleshy body beneath him, got his massive dick to the moistening portals of her cunt lips, thrust into the soft wet clinging flesh the lips protected.
Being a good payer and a regular visitor to his establishment, We Lang had always made sure that Mrs. Rita Leigh was never molested in any way. Never was she watched by those willing to pay to enjoy the secret sight of women enjoying the poppy experience, and unless she had herself expressed a wish that straightforward sex be a part of her pleasure whilst under their roof she would never have been persuaded to engage in any sort of perversions or degradations.
Now his partner was heading for the act that would possibly wreck these long standing and profitable relations with the wealthy Mrs. Leigh. The drugged and randy old Chink thrust again between the open thighs under his loins. An involuntary gasp came from the panting Mrs. Leigh as for the first time in her life, despite her experience and age, she was feeling her body being gouged by a really outsized blood hot knob.
She had laid down the slender long stemmed pipe she had been holding to her mouth. Another grunt, another lunge between her legs by this fat heavy body and she began to realize what was happening to her.
At first her instinct had led her to believe that she was in bed with her husband. She was letting him have his way with her as he so often did even when she wanted to resist. But now she was beginning to know something was different, very different.
Despite his determination to use her body whenever he wanted to, her husband was always gentle with her. He always took his time and gave her the opportunity to get into the mood herself. His cock was small, perhaps if he had been better endowed she would have enjoyed and encouraged the sex act with him more frequently. But as the realisation slowly seeped through to her befuddled brain she knew that this cock inside her was not her husband's-it was so much larger, so much more brutal in the way he flashed and gouged to and fro in her hot moist passage.
Perhaps it was the sudden jangling of the metal curtains rings as the curtains that draped and secluded her parlour from the passage were drawn back. She looked across and saw the ugly face of We Lang. He was angry, angry and disgusted that his partner should be behaving in this way with a client so respected when he could have had the choice of so many other servant girls or guests.
Having a third party a witness to her disgrace caused Mrs. Leigh to suddenly try and escape from the embrace of this monster on top of her at all costs. Despite his anger at his partner, We Lang did not help her to disengage herself. The damage was done now, he thought, as he watched her struggle so wildly and yet with so little result against the lust crazed Chinaman.
He Wang was shagging away like the crazed demented beast he was and not until he had emptied his great balls of their hot fluid into the still struggling woman did he raise himself from her.
Watching her seduction had made We Lang as anxious to enjoy her as had been his partner. They knew that if they could not persuade her to accept sex as an enjoyable part of her visits to their establishment now that she had been debauched against her will, she was likely to cause them a lot of trouble as well as losing the not small amounts of money she had been in the habit of paying them for the privilege of smoking in their secret opium parlour. He decided that he would have to try and make her a willing slave to the flesh.
The moment his partner got off the heaving panting woman, We Lang took his place, driving his own enormous prick into the warm spunky slit that gripped his shaft in loving clutches that told that at least her cunt wanted plenty of attention, even if she was trying to appear horrified and cold at what was happening to her.
The moment his stomach sank down on to her belly, his thick pubic bush mingling with the crisp curled hairs of her own sex bush, he knew the battle was won. Her arms came up to encircle round his fat neck and her buttocks rose from the bunk to meet his inward lunges, as with rapid gyrations of her belly and hips she strove to be as much a part of the act as was his humping backside that rode up and down above her, driving his splendid prick deeply home every time he sank down on her.
Standing close to the bunk Hi Wang watched the woman who had tried so hard to repulse his advances now willingly and indeed anxiously becoming a mutually hot and randy part of her illicit union with her second Chinese lover.
A long low wail of pleasure came from her mouth as for the first time she experienced an orgasm apart from her husband. The two Chinese knew that the massive prick fucking her was making her have a long and unforgettable spend. She appeared to be jerking madly up against We Lang as if she was never going to stop coming and then with an almost piercing scream of lust and triumph the agitating Chinaman was sending his hot stream of spunk into her saturated womb to join the large lake of spunk already there deposited so safely deep in her belly by his partner.
As the two happy and satisfied Eastern gentlemen quietly retreated from her parlour and repulled the protecting curtaining they knew they left in that opium closet an attractive woman who would always want and expect sexual activity to be included in her pleasures when she visited them.
She would not be disappointed-the evil partners knew many men, white, coloured and yellow who would pay them well for the pleasure of using so charming a body as that possessed by Mrs. Rita Leigh.
BOOK TWO - The Party
CHAPTER ONE
After the disgust shown by her husband at the antics at the party given by the Rosaldi's, it was not surprising that Linda kept quiet about the proposed visit to the Rosaldi house while Paul was away. As soon as Stella Rosaldi had heard that Paul would be away for a few days she lost no time in arranging this very special party for the new and very attractive young wife to their community. Quiet suggestions and phrases of double meaning had left Linda in no doubt what sort of party this was likely to be now that she would be there without the protection of her jealous husband.
She was greeted at the front door of the large house by Stella and Stephen themselves. Taking her coat and telling her how pleased they were to see her again so soon they took her through into the lounge where she was introduced to some of the other guests. Although she had been living in this district now for over a month she had never seen any of the present guests before. A huge man whose hairy hands and wrists reminded her of an ape came forward to shake her hand as Stella introduced him as Charles le Grand. Linda felt her hand completely engulfed in his large palm and his fingers gripped her so tightly she thought he was purposely trying to hurt her. He was about forty, she thought, a strong virile man if ever she had seen one.
Another man, by appearance a perfect gentleman, was next to take her hand in welcome. "The Major," said Stella, "You will find him a charming man, charming."
An elderly man, well in his sixties and a girl who looked young enough to be his grand-daughter were next introduced to Linda and now Steven was bringing round a try laden with filled glasses. They all quickly helped themselves and Linda was pleased to have the strong heady liquid that helped her to feel more at ease with her new friends.
The introductions over, Stella now brought round a silver cigarette box from which they all took a cigarette. Linda very rarely smoked and at first she refused, but Stella took one from the box for her. Linda saw that it was a long very slender cigarette and the paper was pink in colour instead of the usual white. Lighting it and then holding it out to Linda's carefully lipsticked mouth, she said, "Just smoke this one dear, it will make you feel good." And then, leaning with her face closer to Linda's ear, she went on in a loud stage whisper "Make you feel naughty, my dear Mrs. Lake, make you feel randy and very, very naughty!"
The other guests all laughed at Linda's embarrassment, but anxious to show them that she was just as eager to enjoy herself as they were, Linda took the thin reefer from Stella and slowly puffed away at it. The radiogram was turned on and they formed couples and danced. Linda first had Steven as her partner but he was soon displaced by the huge hairy man who seemed determined to not let anyone else dance with her once he had taken her in his strong bear-like arms.
A few more drinks and several reefers later and the party was in full swing. Linda was aghast at the sight of the young lady who had been dancing with her old companion. The girl had his penis out from his open flies and was playing with it. Stephen had lit two candles which stood on the mantelpiece and now switched off the electric lights so that the room was lit only by the flickering candles.
Stella came over to Charles le Grande and dragged him away from Linda. While Linda watched wide eyed Stella held her dress well up while the hairy hands of the apelike man dragged her knickers down and without any more ceremony Stella laid on her back on the thick pile carpet and allowed the big hefty man to get on top of her. After dragging out his immense prick from his trouser front commenced to rodger her like a wild beast.
Stephen came over and slipped his arm round Linda: "My wife always insists on Charles doing her first," he murmured, as if by way of apologising for Charles being taken from her. "But never mind, my dear, I shall be on top of you in a few minutes down there," and he nodded towards the copulating couple.
For a moment they stood there with their arms about one another's waist as they watched the rooting pair. Stephen squeezed her: "Have you ever seen a couple fucking before, my dear Mrs. Lake?" he asked.
"No... no... I haven't," Linda gasped, thrilling to the use of that word 'fuck' which seemed to send pangs of desire all through her body. Stephen was gently massaging her bottom through the thin material of her dress, and she felt momentarily ashamed at the desire that made her want him to get his hands under her clothing instead of keeping them outside. The drink and the drugged cigarettes were having the necessary effect on her. Almost before she knew what she was doing she was rubbing the palm of her right hand over the prominent bulge at the front of his trousers. He laughed and getting down on his knees in front of her soon reached up under her dress to take down her panties just as Charles le Grande had done to Stephen's wife.
Everything happened so quickly now, her legs were being pulled well apart, she saw through misty eyes the naked hairy loins of Stephen as he wrenched his trousers well open. She saw his dull rounded knob being eased down towards her eager randy slit. Oh how she wanted it... and yet through her mind went the troublesome guilt that she was about to betray her husband. For the first time since they had been married she was about to let another man use her body.
Stephen was smiling down at her as she winced at the first contact of his hot swollen knob touching her flesh between her thighs. He shuffled his knee slightly and now the hot gland was touching the very mouth of her cunt. What ever doubt remained that she should try and resist even at this late stage went right by the board as she felt the fullness of his knob nudging its way through her warm pratt. She was, however, pleased that at this moment the need for any decision was taken from her. Stephen may have sensed her brief guilty encounter for he suddenly jerked forward sending his firm strong cock well inside the vagina of this lovely young wife.
Raising herself on her elbows she looked down their bodies to where his sexual organ joined her genitals in that fleshy bridge. He purposely kept his stomach well up so that she could see him effecting the insertion. Linda saw that about half of the length still remained to be sheathed inside her and yet already she had felt that this penis was thicker and stronger than Paul's.
From looking at the obscene junction of their two bodies Linda raised her eyes upwards. Her glance met his, he leered at her: "Like it, my dear Mrs. Lake?" he asked slowly, "Do you like it? Let me hear you tell me if you like it there."
Linda had never felt quite so sexually inflamed as she did now, but then of course she had never before smoked a drugged cigarette or had such sexually stimulating liquor that had been supplied to her at this party. She hardly recognised her own voice as she replied: "Ohaa... its lovely... lovely... " she stammered out, "it feels so big... so terribly big... ahraaagggaaa... please please... push more into me... please... " Stephen laughed, and Stella who had finished her copulation with Charles Le Grande was now leaning over the back of her husband looking down into Linda's flushed face.
"Lovely big cock my husband has got, hasn't he?" she chuckled. "I knew you would like it darling. I told you we should make you nice and naughty before very long! Go on Stephen, give her all your lovely prick, you can see she's longing to have a real thick piece of meat inside her randy hole."
Such obscene talk by the wife of the man whose prick was gouging her added to the list that Linda was enjoying. Tantalisingly slowly Stephen was letting more of his thick length sink into her welcoming minge and then gradually he began to hump up and down on her belly, the actual fucking was commencing... she was being used by another man... just as she had thought and secretly dreaded and yet wanted when she had first had this invitation to the party without her own husband.
Stephen had looked forward to laying this attractive young wife from the first moment he and Stella had seen them moving into the new house. Now that he was having her at last he was not able to hold back his orgasm as long as he would have liked. In letting his roe jet into her so quickly he was only to bring her off once in the process... but he consoled himself with the thought that once she had been fucked at the party there would be plenty more opportunities for him to enjoy her luscious body.
As the weight of his body was eased off her Linda felt suddenly anxious. The lake of wet warm spunk that lay in her belly worried her. Very seldom did Paul let his seed flow loose into her, if he didn't wear a French letter he would always pull out before the actual spend. Although Linda had enjoyed the sensation of the hot squirting fluid, now the intense passion of her desire was temporarily satiated and she was inflicted with remorse.
Across the room the grunting and panting of the old man who was now on top of the young lady screwing her for all his worth had attracted Stella and Stephen who were standing over the ill matched couple to watch the fucking. It was the huge frame of Charles Le Grande who reared over Linda, his large hairy hand came down to help pull her to her feet. As she stood up his other hand at once dived under her dress and moved up to her spunk laden hairy and saturated pratt.
At the indecent fingering of her twat Linda at once felt her desire returning. His strong thick fingers had found her swollen clitoris and were massaging it so that it grew even stiffer and began to ache with urgent wantonness. His ugly face leered close to hers.
"I thought for a minute you were going cold on us, baby" he muttered. "No girl can be satisfied with one fuck when she's had the drink and cigarettes we've fed into you!"
She wriggled and writhed on his tantalising hand that was so hard pushed against the very centre of all her feeling. Never in all her life had she been so blatantly abused and touched up so obscenely as she was now at the hand of the hefty Charles le Grande. He was clearly well pleased with the way she was responding to his frigging. He had his thick lipped ugly mouth close to her ear. For a moment he chewed on the lobe and then licked all round the sensitive inside of the eardrum, and then in a thick guttural tone he murmured: "You want plenty of prick, don't you, my dear?"
She could not bring herself to answer. True she had just been fucked by Stephen. She had proved her randiness by the ease with which she had let him have her and yet such obscene talk from this ugly old fellow revolted her, although at the same time she had to admit it thrilled her as well.
He dug his fingers high into her very warm and moist cunt as if to increase her randiness for two reasons. One to make her writhe and squirm all the more, actions that he enjoyed watching very much, and secondly to make her in such a frame of mind she would willingly answer his lewd questions.
For a couple of minutes he continued to frig her in a way that really could be described as brutal. Certainly she had never been fingered with such ferocity before or with such intense pistoning of fingers that not only rubbed her already firm and swollen clitoris into harder erection but in addition irritated the walls of the outer and inner lips of her fanny until she thought she would pass out with the sheer pleasure he was giving her.
"You want plenty of cock, don't you," he repeated. "Plenty of it, don't you?"
This time she nodded, and then spoke between the pantings for breath: "Yes, yes, I do... you are very naughty... making me say things like that!"
He laughed. "But it is true, young woman, so you need more cock, eh? I think your husband doesn't give you enough. You are no different to the other women that come to our parties. They all want more. I had to let Stephen have you first, after all you are his guest. He always likes to be the first with any new members to our parties. But now he has had what he wants it will be my turn. Did you like Stephen's cock, my dear?"
Despite her advanced state of randiness Linda still felt embarrassed by such obscene and crude talk, but nevertheless she answered the question.
"YES, YES... " SHE SAID QUITE TRUTHFUL-LY. "I DID LIKE IT. IN FACT I LOVED IT. IT WAS SO THICK AND SO STRONG."
"Better than your husband's, then?" Charles went on, egging her on to tell him in obscene words about her sex life.
"It seemed bigger than Paul's," she admitted and at once was ashamed at mentioning such a delicate subject as pricks and her husband all in one breath.
"Yes, old Stephen is not too badly hung," chuckled Charles, withdrawing his hand from between her thighs and pulling it out from under her dress to look just how sticky and slimy her cunt had made his fingers.
"You are more than ready for some more prick now," he went on, as Linda watched him place his fingers to his mouth and lick all the thick goo and gulp it down as if it were some rare sweetmeat.
"Hell, honey," he said, "your cunt tastes good when its been spunked in. Very soon we shall find out what it tastes like when its had two flavours of spunk spurted up it."
They saw that the old man across the room had rolled off the young lady, who far from being satisfied with the love overtures of her elderly companion was already reaching up with outstretched arms to try and persuade Stephen to take the place of the old man.
"All in good time," Stephen laughed as he pulled the young girl to her feet. He next helped the old fellow up and all of them, including Linda and Charles le Grande, enjoyed another couple of drinks of that strange heady wine that was apparently partly responsible for the randiness in the women.
In less than an hour since she had arrived at the party Linda realised that all three women had been fucked, and that despite this she badly needed another fuck and so did the young woman. And it was more than likely that Stella was just as eager for more sex as any of her guests.
The radiogram was turned on again. The couples once again began the movements of a dance. This time it was by no means as modest a setup as the first time the music had played. Then her hefty hairy companion had just held her tightly and rubbed the front of his body suggestively against her, now he had his hands up under her dress, gripping her warm naked bottom cheeks. For her part she had her left arm round his stout waist but her right arm was compressed between his stomach and her belly, her hand inside his open fly, her fingers clasping lovingly the huge swollen throbbing stem of the most gigantic cock she had ever imagined.
It felt huge and so thick and strong she knew that in a very short while that massive organ would be possessing her. Meanwhile as the dance progressed and they moved slowly and unsteadily round the room, her companion with his mouth to her ear was muttering the most filthy and awful obscenities she had ever heard. Never had she thought that a man would use such phrases and words to a woman and a woman he had only just met that evening, too. But the descriptions of the sort of things he would like to do to her and what he would like her to do at first horrified her. Then as her wanton randiness increased the filthy obscenities began to thrill her and she wanted him to keep on talking to her dirty.
She realised she was being gradually danced over to a door. Stella came across and smiled as she opened the door for them, watching the great hulk of the man embracing Linda so lewdly as he took her through to the adjoining room. A single candle flickered on a small bedside table and with a contented sigh Linda flopped down onto the narrow camp bed that had been set up in this small ante room.
Charles le Grande looked down at her. Her dress had rucked up as she sprawled happily and spreadeagled across the narrow bed. He saw her thighs were exposed in all their loveliness to about six or seven inches above the taut tops of her nylons. For the first time Linda realised that Stella had followed them into the room. She was leaning over her, pulling her so that she was on her back and looking down into the younger woman's eyes.
"Feeling good and naughty honey?" Stella murmured, patting Linda's hot face and then making her stretch her arms above her head and letting her legs dangle over the edge of the bed so that her high heeled shoes just touched the floor. Stella wished that Paul could be here to see what was going to happen to his wife. That spoil sport prudish Paul... just how possessive can a young husband think he can get?
Linda's legs were still together, but the experienced Stella knew that it would not take much persuasion to get those lovely limbs well apart. Linda raised her head to see what was going on. The momentary rest had cleared her head a little and given her time to collect her wits. She saw that Charles le Grande was already taking off his clothes. This was to be no quick partly dressed union, that was clear. She had been brought into this room with the great hulking ugly Charles to really be given the sexual treatment.
He was even taking off his socks and when he turned to face the bed and move towards her Linda saw the great dong of his penis rearing out from his profuse hairy loins like a column of flesh that could easily dominate anything and anybody. His sexual tool was gigantic and perhaps at any other time she would have been both shocked and horrified at being given such an organ to feast her eyes upon. But not this time-happy and randy and feeling just as naughty as Stella and Stephen knew she would, she looked at the wonderful prick with her expression showing the admiration she had for such a virile member.
As he stepped nearer and came full into the light given by the candle she saw the heavy drooping testicle sac that hung from the base of that firm shaft. It was Stella's beautifully manicured hand that reached up to draw the foreskin back from that swollen pulsating knob while Linda watched with wide eyes as the domed purple gland was bared for her to look at.
"There, my dear," chuckled Stella. "Isn't that the sort of thing you've always dreamed about? The sort of massive strong dick you've secretly always wanted, eh, my dear?"
Stella's other arm was round Linda's back, pulling her up into more of a sitting position. Now the great hairy bulk of the naked man edged nearer to the edge of the bed where she sat. He arched his loins upwards towards her so that the thick bar of flesh reared even more dominatingly close to her. Linda reached up her right hand and gingerly touched the very tip of the great purple domed knob as if she was almost afraid that to touch it would make it disappear. But then as if unable to believe the full size and strength of the organ she wrapped her fingers round the stem and slowly rubbed down to the very base of the monster until her white fingers were lost in the thick jet black hair that surrounded the growth of the cock at his stomach.
No wonder Stella always made Charles le Grande have her first. He was a wonderfully virile man. Never had Linda known a prick could be so thick and firm. Certainly it was better than Stephen's and a great deal more manly than her husband Paul's weapon. She wanted to feel those wonderfully large balls but to her dismay Stella pulled her hands away.
"Don't excite him too much, my dear, mustn't spoil it for yourself. Now stand up and let your new husband undress you."
Her 'new husband'... the words sent a cold chill through her, and yet a chill that was accompanied with a hot flushing thrilling sensation that she knew indicated just how badly she needed this 'new husband'. Stella helped her to her feet while the bulky naked man undid the buttons at the neck of the dress and the zipper down the side and with Stella's help drew the garment up over Linda's head.
"There, hasn't she got lovely titties darling?" Stella chortled as they both gazed at the full cups of the black nylon brassiere Linda wore. Linda almost swooned when she felt the nearness of this huge naked man as he reached his arms behind her to unclip the fastening of the bra. The next moment he was devouring her lovely bare breasts with his eyes and she wondered what on earth Paul would do and say if he knew she was exposing her fulsome beauties to this stranger in this blatant and lewd fashion.
"Do you want her to keep her girdle and stocking on, dear?" Stella asked the big man. He nodded and pushed the almost naked Linda back on to the bed, making her lay across the narrow bed again so that her lovely legs reached again over the edge down to the floor. It was Stella's hands on her knees that parted Linda's legs so that the excited randy fellow could gaze down at the most central and secret of all the exciting parts of the female body.
Now Stella stood back a pace or two; she knew that nothing could prevent this attractive young wife from giving herself completely to this hulking man towering nakedly above her. She saw Linda looking up into the eyes of her 'new husband'. She saw the lovely legs raise and the trim feet rest on the edge of the bed with the thighs well spread. No clearer invitation could possibly be given-the naked bulk leaned forward. He took his weight on his palms as he rested them on the bed on either side of Linda's shoulders. His great domed knob nestled and probed with little jerks against the outer very damp lips of her fanny. Oh how Stella wished that Paul could see the expression on his wife's face now as she gazed up into the ugly face of her 'new husband'. The pretty face was distorted with the expression of wanton lust, and it was an expression Stella was sure Paul would not in any way associate with his lovely young wife. Then Stella saw the huge hairy bulk lowering itself down between the open white thighs.
A sobbing gasp from Linda, an animal like grunt from Charles de Grande and that hefty prick was being driven into the wet anxious sheath of the young wife's cunt. Linda heaved her loins up to meet his downward movement. Her lovely nylon sheathed legs jerked outwards, and then after a brief jerking flurry moved upwards to cross over his great buttocks. After several attempts the trim ankles interlocked across his heaving back.
Stella knew just how the young wife must be feeling. She knew from past experience what sort of almost insane desires those wicked reefers and the drink would inflame in the mind of a comparatively inexperienced young woman like Linda Lake. Stella knew that she must be aching all over for just such a fierce fucking as she was going to get now. However much a young woman loved her husband and wanted to remain true after she had been given the drugs Linda had taken, and then given the opportunity and the temptation such as she was undergoing now, nothing on earth could stop her wanting and enjoying being filled by the size of prick that was gouging up into her womb at this moment.
While she looked into the most ugly face she had ever known which was but inches in front of her eyes, Linda was given the most wonderful fucking she had ever dreamed about. He was like a wild animal in her body and yet the sheer obscenity of such a union thrilled her and added to her lust and desire to be fucked and fucked. By the time she felt the thick spunk flow in her she had experienced three wonderful orgasms herself and flopped into a dead faint just as the last drains of his spend were jetting into her saturated pratt.
When she came round the first thing she was aware of was the warm wetness inside her belly. She opened her eyes and saw that Stella had been using a douche full of warm water. Thick splashes of greyish spunk floated on the surface. She realised that all that male seed had been up inside her cunt. She was grateful that Stella was so careful and considerate. Linda did not know that it had not been Stella who used the douche on her. It had been the old man who had accompanied the young girl to the party.
The dirty old devil loved washing out women when they had been well fucked and so exhausted. So much under the deep faint was she that Linda did not know that he had used his mouth to suck a great deal of the spent spunk from her before resorting to using the douche to finally clean her well fucked hole of its filth.
Sucking the quim of this lovely newcomer to their parties the old fellow had wanted to fuck Linda himself. He was erect again and anxious for more gratification but his young companion still appealed to him more even though he fucked her regularly. Making his way back to the other room he was soon shagging to his prick's content into the soft hot welcoming cunt of the young lady who knew just the sort of wriggling tricks her aged lover liked her to employ when he was high and randy after sucking the cunt of another woman.
A few more drinks after a good wash and Linda was ready to be taken home.
She had been to her first party without her husband and been returned home safe and sound. Well fairly safe-and certainly very sound!
It was several days after the party at which he had fucked the lovely Mrs. Linda Lake that Charles Le Grande got a telephone call. He had hoped to hear from Linda, he would have liked to think she had found his great cock so wonderful that she had to get in touch with him. But it was not Linda but Mrs. Stella Rosaldi who was telephoning him.
"Can you come over right away, darling?" Stella was asking him. "I've got a real treat here for you."
Charles let his ugly face spread into a happy creasing. "Who is she?" he asked, knowing full well that it must be a woman Stella had there for him if she wanted him to go along straight away.
"You don't know her name darling, but I think you have seen her. She has never been to any of our parties but you may have seen her in the town. You know the chemist in the High Street?" - "Yes, yes," he said impatiently.
"Well there is a pretty, a very pretty little blonde girl who works there. She has been there about a month. She is sixteen and I have been getting more and more friendly with her. Do you know who I mean, Charles?"
"Yes, I remember the girl. Struck me as being very pretty indeed and young too. You mean you have her at your place?"
"Yes, Charles, we have, and what is more, I. brought her along, gave her the usual pills to make her very randy for my husband. The stupid fool began messing about with the girl and then showed her what it was all about by giving me a good fucking and now he's too exhausted to do his work on the girl! I at once thought that you would be better with this charmingly randy little sixteen year old than Stephen anyway. So come over dear. I will keep her on the boil for you."
It did not take Charles le Grande long to motor across to the Rosaldi's place. Introductions to the red flushed-faced young girl took even less. Soon he was on the comfortable couch in the lounge beside the agitated girl, who despite the utter ugliness of her new companion she threw her arms about his neck the moment he began to caress her. The youngster's blouse was already undone. The thick but deft fingers of Charles soon had the bra undipped so that he could ease one small but perfectly moulded oval breast out of the bra-cup.
The girl, whose name was Pauline, was surprised how gentle this big gruff man could be. His hand stroked her bared breast for several moments before he lowered his face to take the nipple in between his lips. Stella was helping to get the girl's blouse right off while the large face of the elderly Charles nibbled at the naked nipple.
"Poor girlie," murmured Stella, "she was getting so hot and bothered, and wanted a man friend very badly indeed, didn't you my sweetie?"
Pauline was sobbing with the erotic excitement she was experiencing at the expert sucking of her nipple by this ugly old fellow. She could only nod in answer to Stella's question. Stella was getting the small nylon brassiere right off from the girl's shoulders. She patted the bare back so smooth and white.
"My very good friend Charles will take good care of you, he knows just what you want darling. There, let him feel right up between your legs dear. Open them for him, wider, come on now, wider than that."
While he sucked at each nipple in turn the old man had his hands up under the girl's skirt. Already as she spread her legs for him he had his hand under her knickers and was touching the warm hairy little nest that was so delightfully moist to his finger tips.
Stella, with her hands on the girl's bare shoulders, was pulling the youngster down so that she lay more along the soft couch. The ugly face of Charles reared up from the small pert red nipples to plant his hot mouth over the girl's open gasping mouth to give her a long passionate kiss.
The sixteen year old had certainly never been kissed like this. The hot thick tongue thrust into her warm young mouth. The firm teeth, the soft but leathery gums of the healthy youngster became the target for the tip of the old man's lapping tongue. Almost at once the comparatively innocent tongue of the girl began to work in some sort of imitation of his lewd movements. Now with Stella slipping the girl's knickers right down and off Charles could push open the warm thighs to give full play to his fondling hand.
He found the swollen throbbing stem of the youngster's clitoris. His expert massaging soon had it as erect and hot as it would ever be, and the way she wriggled and give little pants of sheer ecstasy told Charles that even if she were a virgin she was more than ready for what he was going to give her in a very few minutes.
"Pauline tells me she has never let a man or a boy friend touch her before," Stella said softly as she leant over the old man and young girl stretched along the couch. "She said that more than once a man has tried to interfere with her at the pictures. You know Charles, that flea pit in the town. She's always moved away from them though. Silly girl, isn't she? If you'd let the men touch you up in the cinema dear they would have made you feel just as nice as Charles is doing now. He is touching up your little fanny dear, and you love it, don't you?"
The girl was squashed under the bulk of the old fellow -as Charles spread himself across her lithe young semi-naked body. He knew all there was to know about frigging a young virgin and he manipulated the masturbation of her clitoris so that he gave the most thrills and the most agonizing tantalising desire that spread through her cunt to her belly and up to her heaving breasts.
Stella smiled to herself when she saw the youngster raise her arms and wrap them round the broad back of her elderly companion. Charles was now exploring with his fingers inside the very moist cranny, leaving alone the throbbing button of her sexual centre. He was trying to discover just how large she was and how much careful exertion he would need to make her charmingly small tight virgin cunt swallow the thickness of his male member that he was going to feed to her in a minute or two.
He stood up from the couch and after devouring avidly with his eyes the writhing randy youngster he looked at Stella.
"She's not even had her cherry broken. Stephen will be furious to think you let me break her in, won't he?"
"Don't worry Charles, dear," Stella replied, helping him take off his clothes. "Stephen will have plenty more virgins up here, but he's in no fit state to break anything at the moment. He went upstairs to lay down, poor devil. He is not the man he was for this sort of thing. He used everything he had inside me."
Stella and Charles laughed as he stretched out again alongside the young girl. Now he was naked and she wanted to cling to him even more, trying to rub her body against him as his hands went again between her thighs to masturbate her aching clitoris.
It hardly needed the prompting of the watching Stella as she murmured. "Open your legs, darling, open them as wide as you can dear."
The young nylon sheathed limbs spread apart as if drawn by unseen cords. "Let me guide it in for you, Charles dear," Stella went on taking hold of the thick pulsating monster at Charle's loins as he carefully lowered his bulk down on to the youngster's white belly. With the finger and thumb of her left hand she opened wider the soft wet fanny lips and guided with her right hand the swollen purple knob of the great cock head until it was gouged inside the outer ring of the virgin's hole.
She moved slightly so that she could look into Pauline's face: "Now my little sweet, this lovely strong cock is going to make a woman of you. Go on Charles, give it to her. It will hurt a bit at first, dear, buy you must have it now."
The girl screamed as the hefty body of the old man gave a spasmodic series of jerks against her open thighs. Stella's hands were between his thighs, rubbing his balls and massaging them to make him crazy to ejaculate their hot fluid into the devirginated Pauline who lay writhing and sobbing beneath him.
As the thick member sunk slowly into her the youngster clearly gave herself up body and soul to the ecstasy of the coition. Old Charles le Grande was in her belly to the very roots.
When the girl had agreed to come back to the home of this Mrs. Rosaldi, one of the customers she admired so much and envied for her looks and worldly sophistication, she had not thought it would all end like this. Certainly when Mrs. Rosaldi had taken her to the bathroom and suggested they have a good wash as soon as they arrived at the house she might have been warned, but this lovely woman stripped off her blouse and left the well formed upper part of her mature body bare except for an all too flimsy nylon bra? The youngster could not take her eyes from those partly exposed fleshy globes of this older woman.
Pauline had felt embarrassed when Mrs. Rosaldi had looked up and caught her staring so blatantly. Not that the woman had said anything, instead she had simply smiled at her and while the young girl still watched Mrs. Rosaldi unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her ample thighs to form a heap at her feet. Feet by the way, shod in the highest of high pencil heeled shoes that added to the beauty of her very shapely legs.
"Surely you have seen a woman undressing before, my dear?" laughed Mrs. Rosaldi as the gaping youngster saw her now preparing to take off even more clothing.
Those strong fingers, with the rings of diamonds and other jewels glinting, moved to the tops of her stockings, as Mrs. Rosaldi deftly unfastened the clips of her suspenders and rolled her nylons down to her ankles. The undergarments that this worldly woman wore were just what Pauline had imagined, so sheer, so expensive looking. Her eyes feasted on the pale flame coloured pair of panties that clung to the fleshy belly and upper part of the womanly thighs.
Mrs. Rosaldi moved nearer to the flustered young girl. She smiled at her, a smile that somehow reassured Pauline.
"You are not sorry you came back with me, dear, are you?" she asked quietly. Pauline shook her head.
"Oh no, no, I am very flattered you invited me to your home, Mrs. Rosaldi," she replied. She did not say more for the woman's fingers were busy undoing the bra that sheathed across the large breasts, and now Pauline found herself gazing at the large breasts in all their naked splendour, the cherry red nipples standing out like plump finger tips from the peak of each mound of white flesh.
Now as Mrs. Rosaldi came close to Pauline, the girl being that much shorter, and was not wearing such high heeled shoes anyway, found her eyes on a direct level with those large breasts. A hand that Mrs. Rosaldi moved to the back of the girl's head pulled the sweet face even closer to the fleshy globes and a little more pressure of that hand and Pauline found herself being suffocated by pliable flesh as her face buried itself between the plump heaps of wobbling flesh.
Mrs. Rosaldi kept one hand tight against the back of the girl's head. Her other hand stroked the lovely hair of this attractive teenager. In a soft coaxing voice she murmured: "Rub your face all over my breasts, my dear. Do you like the feel of the soft skin against your face and mouth? There, dearest, move your lips over my nipples... that's it, doesn't that feel nice, eh? Open your mouth, dear, wider. Take a nipple in your mouth... that's right. Suck on it. Suck on my titties, my darling."
The young arms rose to clasp about the back of Mrs. Rosaldi as the girl rubbed her face willingly into the tempting softness of those large breasts. She found herself sucking avidly on one of those large thick tongues of nipple flesh, sucking on it just as a baby would after its mother's milk. She nestled even closer and harder against her seducer when she felt the arms of Mrs. Rosaldi embrace right around her slim body and hug her lovingly to her.
So excited and thrilled at this new and wondrous 'game' was Pauline that she had hardly noticed that the deft hands of her friend had already got the buttons of her own blouse undone and the trim little cotton bra was already undipped and pulled partly free. And now with fingers that had done this hundreds of times to innocent girls Mrs. Rosaldi was in the throes of exciting the small but stiffening nipples of the youngster's breasts.
So cleverly and artfully were the girl's titties manipulated and milked that the girl was soon panting and writhing her body lustfully from side to side and almost without thinking she took into her mouth and swallowed a small white pill that Mrs. Rosaldi was feeding to her.
"You swallow this little pill, dear, it will make you feel wonderfully happy... you just see. Go on, swallow it, dear it won't hurt you... go on." Mrs. Rosaldi was an old hand at getting young girls to do as she wished and her coaxing quiet voice had the girl anxious to obey. Even as the pill was swallowed Mrs. Rosaldi was getting the youngster's skirt undone and pushed down to the floor. The modern brief pair of panties the girl wore were quickly eased down to join the skirt. Now, kneeling in front of the near naked teenager, Mrs. Rosaldi began kissing first the pert curved heaving belly and slowly ran her tongue down to the edge of the pubic haired triangle at the apex of the belly and thighs.
Pauline looked down at the bobbing head of this woman. Never had she realised this sort of thing was likely to happen, but she was trembling with excitement and wondering what was going to happen to her next- she was soon to find out.
Mrs. Rosaldi looked up towards the flushed face of her teenage victim, she smiled that same kind of smile of reassurance. "Open your legs a little for me dear," she said softly, at the same time easing her hands inside the girl's thighs and pressing outwards. Slowly the lovely young thighs parted a little at first, but gradually more and more until Mrs. Roasaldi could get her face right between them "and with her tongue slowly lick, along the pinkish moist little sex groove that nestled there amid the surround of black crispy hair.
As that agile and experienced tongue of this female lecher worked in and out of the innocent quim Pauline began to moan with pleasure and to twist and turn with rapid spasmodic jerks. Looking down at the moving head of this woman who could give her such ecstasy her small hands stroked the top of the mature head at her thighs. Then she began to have that lovely feeling she got when she played with herself with her hands between her legs in bed at night. Only this feeling was even better and more intense and then as the tongue probed deeper and worked to and fro faster the young girl began to have her first orgasm ever brought on by the mouth of another person.
As the bitter sweet come juice was sucked from her the girl almost collapsed in sheer excitement and joy and she was sorry when Mrs. Rosaldi began to get dressed again and then helped her to put on her panties, bra and skirt and blouse. It was then that Mrs. Rosaldi telephoned for her friend, the evil lecherous old Charles le Grande and the sexual seal of this young innocent was to be finally completed by the great domed cock that le Grand possessed for just such a sweet and innocent girl as the teenager from the chemist's shop.
* * *
Linda was upset to learn that the Rosaldi's were off on another holiday abroad and that they were likely to be away for several months. She was looking forward to going across to their house for more parties when the opportunities arose, and now the prospect of not seeing them and their friends for so long made her miserable and she desired sexual gratification all the more because it was denied her.
The next morning after hearing the news of their holiday, quite by accident Linda bumped into the elderly man she had been introduced to at the party, the old fellow who was with the young girl in her teens and whose antics had so shocked Linda before she got used to the sort of parties the Rosaldi's held.
"Mr. Hargreaves," she said, holding out her hand to greet him. He was as pleased to see her as she to see him, and after a quick conversation she invited him back to her house for a coffee.
He followed her into the hall, closing the front door behind him. Before she had reached the door leading to the kitchen he had caught her up, his hands sliding round her armpits to caress her well formed globes through her dress.
"Mr. Hargreaves!" she gasped, her hands rising up to cover his as he cupped her breasts. But she did not have the will power to try and pull his hands away. She felt him playfully biting her neck as he hugged her to him, her back against the front of his body. Already under this mild stimulation she felt her nipples aching into stiffness. A tingle of lust raced through her nervous system as she realised she was alone in her house with this highly sexed old man and they were not likely to be disturbed.
She knew she was being very naughty, and very foolish too unless she wanted this old man to go the whole hog with her. She was not at all sure that this was just what she did want.
She felt behind her, pushing her hands to the front of his trousers. He stood back slightly, enough for her fingers to have room to get the buttons of his fly undone. She got a severe jolt, the length of thick cock that sprung into her groping fingers was enormous. No wonder this old devil had such sway with his teenage girl friends with a sexual weapon like this. Linda felt his hands slide from her aching swollen breasts, down over her hips, down her thighs and with a quick movement his wrists and hands moved upwards again-this time under her dress.
Her hand formed a hard ring and forced his foreskin right down as she dragged her fingers down his firm shaft. His own hands were far from idle, up and up her legs to the smooth naked flesh above the tops of her taut nylons. Before she knew how quickly he was working he had her knicker band pulled to one side, his eager fingers already prying apart her warm moistening cuntlips. Not a word had been spoken since they closed her front door. Like two animals in rut each knew what the other wanted, their own want was the same as the desire in the other.
Amid the writhing and fondling of each others sexual regions both Linda and her new friend sunk to the carpet. Still in the hallway and not even bothering to go into the lounge, each was only engrossed in the pending act of gratification. Even as they sank to the carpet he was dragging her dress up above her hips, still with her back to him he had his arms encircling her midriff.
"Lift your leg darling," he murmured, let me have you this way."
She lay on her left side, she lifted her right leg, not very high but enough for him to half swivel his own thighs between her from the rear. She held her breath as she felt that very hot and large knob rubbing near her very cuntlipped opening itself.
What if her husband should see her now, what if he came home unexpectedly and found her in the hall with her dress up round her belly and an old man about to thrust his dick into her?
She was given little time to consider such a calamity. The old man with his arms round her belly was pulling her back like a demented mad thing as he jabbed away upwards between her thighs with his great prick. What much needed ecstasy she felt as the strong thick prick rose up into her welcoming tunnel of hot slimed lust. With one long continual lunge he drove in her until his hot sweaty balls banged against her brown haired crotch. It would take him longer to sink all that length into one of his little teenage girls she thought, but to a married woman like her it was heaven itself having such a wonderful weapon battering away at her.
Linda had wanted cock very badly, she felt herself approaching an orgasm almost at once. This old man was capable of making her come much quicker than her husband could. He felt her having her come. He wrapped his arms about her even tighter, hugging her so madly she thought he would surely savage her so that she would never be able to breath freely again. He almost frightened her. Be that as it may, one thing she knew for sure, this old man with his great cock could use it on her as often as he wanted.
When he came to himself she was a little upset at the lack of thickness and quantity of his spend, but to make up for this the spunk was splattered in her belly was very potent.
Perhaps when a man gets to his age they are not so capable of producing very much seed, and what they do is likely to be thin, but it is very concentrated and had an acid quality which burned and excited. Amid his gasping to regain his breath he explained that he had slept the previous night with a young girl of fourteen, the daughter of his landlady. The girl was a glutton for fucking and he thought he must have spent in her warm nest at least four times during the night. He was exhausted when daybreak came and only his violent desire for Linda had made him attempt to fuck her in his present condition.
As she disentangled herself from his legs Linda wondered at his powers. If what he told her was true it was indeed a marvel that he could get a hard on at all, and to be sure before he fucked her his cock had been truly gigantic for a man of any age, let alone one of his advanced years.
"Now we can enjoy that coffee you mentioned," he said as he slowly pulled himself to his feet, bending down to pull Linda up with him. She felt all hot and sticky as he helped her pull her knickers back into place. There seemed something naughtily sexy about having a fuck like this and not even removing her knicks. She would enjoy letting her husband watch her undress that night, letting him see her knickers as she took them off while she enjoyed the thought that this intimate garment was soiled with the spunk of another man.
While they waited for the milk to boil her elderly lover had his hands up under her dress again; it was as though he could not bear to be near her and not molesting her. Why couldn't she have married a man as sexy as this old devil, she thought to herself, enjoying every minute of his obscene touching up her thighs. She half turned to face him, his face came to hers, his mouth open, as indeed was her own as their lips joined and fused together in a long passionate kiss.
His hands were frigging her all the time, working her up and keeping her hot and randy despite the orgasm she had enjoyed during the fuck in the hall. She felt again down to his still gaping fly. His penis was half erect, and as she lovingly fondled it she was amazed at the speed it grew to its fully rounded state.
He took his lips slowly from her mouth. "You naughty young woman," he chided her. "You want it again, don't you? Shall I make you come with my fingers, my dear?"
"No... no... please not that way," she said trying to arch her body back so that his fingers would cease to irritate her aching moist vagina. "With your... with your... cock... with your cock please... " She felt horribly ashamed at her lewd words, but lust can overcome shame and disgust and embarrassment. She quickly reached across and turned the gas out under the saucepan containing the milk. She dropped to the floor, this time laying on her back, her legs wide open, waiting for him to fall between them.
Despite all his previous exertions, that stiff rod of a cock was soon riding up and down inside her randy hole. It was giving her if not the most wonderful fucking she had ever had at least a satisfying one in her present randy condition.
It was clear that while her friends the Rosaldi's were away, she was going to be very pleased to have the company of this randy old devil!
BOOK THREE
CHAPTER ONE
It was quite a surprise when Phillip suggested getting married. For a couple of years I had tumbled into whatever bed was convenient with him, just as I had with other men. We liked each other immensely, we enjoyed the same sort of fun and we reacted to the same sort of stimuli. But the fact was that we both seemed satisfied to make our relationship one of mutual enjoyment only. He was a rampant male, dividing his time between work, which he did very profitably, games at which he excelled, and women, whom he admitted he adored.
As to my life, it was rather more distinct. I had the humdrum office routine of the day, I had the high lights of social activity which my parent's position provided and then, and most important, were my secret erotic affairs.
It was often difficult to keep my social circle separate from my lusts. As a girl of seventeen, just 'out' and invited to parties, I would dance with some well set up but older man; my thigh would detect the heavy hanging member in his trousers. All my desires were to press against it and feel it arouse.
I dare not...
Should he press forward slightly I responded, but in no way to let him know my wishes. Times without number I had been violently excited at some formal social engagement. On returning to my tiny flat I had been delighted to find one of my faster set male friends awaiting me. Then we went to town, my knickers would be off in a moment, sometimes moist with my own dew, my skirts would be up, my legs distended and my boy friend between them!
Often I thought how surprised my dancing partners of the evening would have been had they known in what other sort of dance I was now engaged.
Well, Phillip was one of these boy friends, and in fact the most frequent visitor. Most week ends we went away together on some games or another. Anyway one evening he put the point.
"My plans have worked out well and in addition I've been left a nice little sum of cash. What about you? Would you like to get married and play it along?"
We had just had a most glorious fuck but that did not influence me.
"Get me a drink, darling, and light me a cigarette. Til think for a few minutes."
I was lying back on the couch, fully clothed in my evening gown but with the skirts about my waist. My knickers were drenched. Phillip had not even bothered to remove them. In any case they were so flimsy and the band between my divide so narrow that they were no provision against male entry.
Lazily I let my legs remain parted, my knees slightly raised in the relaxation of the aftermath of copulation. Phillip brought the drinks and lighted cigarettes. He did not sit beside me but sank onto a cushion at my feet and was thus looking directly up my distended thighs. But he made no motion. He sipped his drink as I did mine. We drew on our cigarettes.
It was a moment of understanding.
Although heated emotionally, my thoughts were probably more cold blooded than those of Phillip. He, of course, desired me... , well, I desired him. He was the best lover I had ever had and I'd certainly been lucky with many of them.
What should I say to his suggestion?
My mind was made up. But naturally as a girl I wanted to do a bit of tantalising: "So you'd like to marry. What is it you want? Is it just this?" and my hand went down between my thighs and played with the lips of my cunt. "Or have you suddenly decided you want to make an honest woman of me... because I can assure you that if you mean giving up sexual fun as being honest you have picked the wrong girl!"
Phillip went on gazing at my cunt and left me to continue: "You are the best lover I have. You adore my pussy and I love your cock. You can fuck me as you know at almost any time and we can do all these lovely things we like but I'm not going to give up my freedom for the sake of one section of sex!"
A slow grin spread over Phillip's face: "Exactly as you say, my darling nymphomaniac, my lovely whore... my beautiful randy girl. That's just why we should marry. You can have as many men as you like, you can do as much as you like. When you are busy on your back you will wish me to be taking action to similar purpose. Let's go the whole hog. Marry to have lovers for you and lights of love for me-and then back to our mutual deep rooted engulfment... " To some extent Phillip took my breath away. He was so direct. And yet it was just what I desired. My thoughts raced ahead. If only I could retain the respectability and social prestige of one side of my life and combine it with the debauchery of my true wishes, it would be a marvellous opportunity.
I pulled his head up between my legs; I pressed his face into my crotch. His mouth enveloped the lips of my cunt, his tongue probed into my slit, gently his teeth found my bud of love. At the moment of my emission, I murmured: "Yes Phillip, we'll have a marriage of sexual sympathy. You to fuck who you wish, I to be fucked by all that I desire. Well do anything together to gratify our lusts, to give lascivious delight."
I was shaking in my spasm Phillip was sucking hard at my cunt.
I spunked and came. Phillip licked at me. He was avid for female cream. I lay back, exhausted for the moment. Phillip stood above me. He had doffed his dinner jacket, his shirt was only a little rumpled from his activities between my thighs. His trousers were, however, undone and the base of his flies cupped his balls while above them his prick stood up in its giant weapon-like form.
"Darling," he said. "Your cunt has been lovely tonight. Your wishes with mine have been even better. Now I must seal our bond with my spunk... where would you like it?"
"Give it me to suck, you randy man!" I cried, before I had another thought. There was his lovely great tool, his hand sliding up and down its shaft. If I did not act quickly the white hot semen might leap forth to be lost.
I grabbed the distended member and guided it to my mouth. My lips encircled the red knob, my tongue probed at the tip. I drew it in, squeezing and sucking hard, rolling my lips and tongue about its circumference. Underneath the pulse was throbbing. I knew the sign and sucked the tip hard. The first little jet came forth, then the beginning spasm, then the real deluge. Phillip was shooting his spunk into my mouth, gulp after gulp I gave in; this was heaven both for him and for me.
Well that is how we got engaged!
We had to pick a wedding day and we did so, in accordance with our plan.
* * *
Henry was my next second best regular lover. 'Enery' we called him as a joke. He was a young farmer who came up to town once a week, always telephoned me in advance and if I could keep the evening free he took me out. If the evening was booked he was quite happy to come round for the night. Never have I known a man with so long a prick. It was not fat, as I like; it was just its length, like a long narrow tube that probed into me. The other attractive quality of 'Enery' was that he could go on and on-and on! Perhaps his weeks in the country made him more ready for a London bedded girl, but certainly he was a good fucker.
Well, Phillip and I chose him for Phillip's best man. Then came the question of a bridesmaid or bridesmaids. Phillip chose my bridesmaid, she was a pal of mine. We had often been on the same bed together with two blokes. I knew her for a hot randy piece and willing for any games. She knew Phillip and Phillip knew her. But I decided to introduce a little variation. There were two youngsters, rather common little brats who I had spotted as girls picking up fellows in picture houses for the price of a toss off. I togged them out and the six of us-Phillip, myself, 'Enery', my pal Topsie, as we called her, and the two youngsters gathered in Phillip's flat.
Enery was the master of ceremonies.
"Now we are all going off to witness the wedding of Claudine and Phillip, but first of all we must have a drink and then we must witness what they do together before the wedding. What they do afterwards we shall not know for the moment."
We all downed our drinks. I was in a trim little suit of a particularly tight fitting nature, very short skirted. Smilingly I turned to Phillip. He responded: "It does not take much for you all to understand why I should be glad to marry Claudine, but I am going to let you see a little more of her and a little more of the reason why!"
"First of all-look at those ankles, slim as can be, then at her calves, rounded yet sleek, the knees and the lovely dimples behind the knees are clearly in evidence -but what is not evident but you may now see, are the lovely thighs " Slowly he pulled my tight skirt up over my legs, my thighs, my bottom.
"Look at the stocking tops, look at the pink flesh above, see these tight suspenders... now gaze on her beautiful little panties wrapping around her plump bottom and nestling between her slim legs. Now can you wonder that I want this lovely piece of sexual perfection?"
Phillip was at his best. I backed him up by swaying my rump and displaying myself to our guests before our wedding.
Phillip knelt down.
I straddled his face. I knew what he wanted to do. I lowered my crotch on to his upturned mouth and took over the speech to the excited spectators: "You see, he loves my cunt so much he has to suck it whenever he can. I don't mind-I love having my cunt sucked."
Phillip eased his mouth a little off my slit; it was deep under my knickers. His hands reached upwards to fondle my tits. He was enjoying himself; so was I. Perhaps our greatest pleasure was in our lewd exhibition immediately before our wedding.
But he wanted to give them a final demonstration, and to tell you the truth I wanted to show off that I was no blushing virgin bride. He slid upwards over my body, his prick plain to view, my thighs wide open parted and received his thrusts. I fell backwards, legs wide apart, seizing his prick and guided it to my entrance. He plunged in and began to fuck me as well as he had ever done before.
Oh! The glorious pleasure of being fucked! Although men love doing it, they can never know the delight of being fucked, fucked and fucked to absolute and ultimate contentment. That was what I got that morning, and with my friends watching me have it.
We recovered, we all laughed together and the two very young girls giggled. We all had another drink and then went off to be spliced.
* * *
Phillip and Enery stood together. I noticed that Enery's trousers jutted out more than did those of Phillip. Probably because of the latter's recent activity but possibly because Enery had been encouraged by the prewedding display of sexual activity which we had given him.
Topsie was a marvellous bridesmaid. She attended to my costume with a professional hand, smoothing the curves over my bottom, tucking the blouse over my breasts, but at the same time whispering endearments and obscenities.
"Stand with your legs a little apart, darling. When he puts his hand on yours guide it down to your thighs as a sign of what you are really doing. I'll rub against him and make him randy again."
We went through the ceremony in mock seriousness, but extracting everything of sex from it that we could. When it was the moment to kiss after the legalities had been completed, Phillip tongued my mouth deeply. I responded. Our mouths came apart with a loud sucking squelch!
Enery then followed in kissing me, while Phillip turned to Topsie. Again tongues interlocked in deep seated kisses. The two young girls, Pam and Iris, who were only fourteen and thirteen years old, respectively, were watching this as they had been previously while Phillip was fucking me. They were goggle-eyed. They knew well enough about men's anatomy, but except with a few boys of their own age their experiences had been in the semi-gloom of the pictures, where for money they had felt in men's flies. To see grown-ups lasciviously caressing each other was exciting to their young minds.
Enery and Phillip turned to them: "We must kiss all round for this happy occasion." The men took hold of the girls and with soft embraces tongued their mouths.
The official registering the marriage coughed or cleared his throat. He had seen more than he thought he ought to see. We all were in a laughing mood and left to return to Phillip's flat.
Was it a wedding breakfast!
Oh, girls and boys, it was one hell of a party!
You see, Phillip and I had fucked together immediately before the ceremony. Now we had to do it the reverse way round. Phillip, now married to me, had to fuck Topsie while his best man, Enery, was fucking me. We did all this in glorious abandon, the two youngsters looking on.
For my part I enjoyed Enery immensely. Usually I like a broad thick stub which rubs the inside curves of my cunt; the thick prick excites my clitoris in a way I cannot describe. But Enery's long thin tool was of a different nature.
He pushed right in and up into me. It is almost like a great hardened snake working its way into one's entrails. Each wriggle forward produced a new thrill and a new pressure up my vagina. At some moments when Enery fucks me and I am near to my next orgasm my mind is in such throes of bliss that it feels as if he is right up through my belly into my very body with his knob knocking at my heart. Of course I know that he cannot penetrate more than nature allows, but that long thin prick feels as if it has run through the whole of my body.
My most terrible thought has been to imagine the thickness of Phillip's prick combined with the length of Enery's!! No girl would be able to stand it or at least, not for long. She would go crazy with lust. There would be no end to her shagging. Fortunately it is best to find length in one male and thickness in another. And here and now my preference is expressed. The lovely thick tool of my Phillip is more satisfying to me for regular fucking than the longer members that I sometimes enjoy.
CHAPTER TWO
Before going on to tell you about our honeymoon I must not forget one part of our wedding day.
The bridegroom and his best man, having fucked the bridesmaid and the bride were in a convivial mood. Champagne flowed. We were all in high fettle. The two youngsters were in fits of half-tipsy giggles.
Phillip looked at me and nudged Enery.
"What do you think, darling? Ought we to attend to their little pussies? They must be sopping wet with excitement. Shall we suck them clean?"
In high glee I laughed and went over to the girls: "My dears, there is another little present for you. Each one of you is going to have a man's tongue. Now sit back in these big chairs. Put each leg over the arms, run your bottom forward so that you are just on the edge of the seat and you'll learn how lovely this is!"
Phillip and Enery listened to my exposition and were obviously excited at the exposure of the two little maids' extended thighs. They wore ordinary school girl knickers, no feminine scanties but tight fitting stockingette knickers of light blue. Between their legs the light colour was stained deeper, whether with spunk or with piss was for the men to find out.
My darling Phillip, who is always the leader in any randy action, went over immediately to the younger of the two girls. Softly he played his hand over her knickers. She began to wriggle forward to increase the pressure on her sexual parts. Phillip dived his hand up the leg of the knickers and tickled her naked fanny. She responded with jerky upwards motions. He ran his hands round her bum, forcing her further upwards and allowing him to slip her knickers down her legs.
Momentarily they were closed to release the little garment. Then her legs spreadeagled again over the arms of the chair, but I seized her panties and pressed them to Enery's face. They were soaking wet and my brief inspection confirmed that this was a combination of girlish spunking and the dribbles of girlish piss.
At all events the knickers, in their natural highly scented state, were enough to set Enery off after the other pair. Phillip now had spreadeagled in front of him a little toss-off tart, legs astride, randy from all she had seen and heard. She might be, probably was, in one sense, a virgin. Numberless young girls have never had a fuck but have tossed dozens of men off and allowed many more to feel between their legs. I knew all this and hoped that Phillip would not be so randy as to use his prick on the girl, although I should not have blamed him had he done so.
She really was a delightful sight. Probably about fourteen, legs astride. Her fanny and bum were fully exposed. Her bottom heaving slightly in her own excitement. Soft, hardly formed curls of silky hair surmounting the formation of her lovely little crease.
Phillip was as good as I had thought. Gently he played with her. She obviously shook with delight. He knelt down between her young legs and licked away the moisture which exuded from her cunt. Then he went about his serious business. How many times had I not had the same delightful treatment? How many times would I not have it in the future?
Phillip is the master of cunnilingus. He can lick and suck a girl off better than any other man that I have ever met. Perhaps that is why I married him! A girl can get all the fucking that she wants, but to have one's cunt sucked and licked, to spend, time after time, into an all enveloping mouth with probing tongue starting off a new session of excitement is bliss itself.
Well, that is just what he did to this young girl who had probably only, had her fanny played with clumsily by a few young boys. Perhaps she'd been licked a little more expertly but roughly by the men she picked up in the cinemas. Men who, once she had tossed them off, disappeared into the darkness to be replaced by the next customer.
Phillip went down to her on our wedding afternoon. His lips encircled her little pointing rose. He drew in the soft wet flesh. He sucked, but I could tell that his tongue was thrusting to make his entrance. Having gained a lodgement his mouth released the outer easing of her cunt and he plunged his tongue and lips into her inner folds which opened in ready randiness. He sucked that girl off three times, pausing only a few moments between each upheaval of her bottom to provide her with a glass of champagne and to drain one himself. On each occasion he turned to me, kissed me with his spunky lips and got on with the job again.
The second time he whispered: "Have a suck yourself. She's lovely and young, not so delicious as you, but early budded. Try her out, because I know you like cunt as well as cock."
I did as Phillip, my new husband, suggested.
There was the fourteen year old girl, legs astride, panting in her lust, her little red gash showing between the sweet young curly hairs of her bush. I knelt and kissed the rosy lips, the scent of female cunt invaded my nostrils. It was a lovely thrill as I dived my tongue into her eager little body and she responded in delight to the feel of my caresses.
Her legs wrapped about my head. From behind Phillip cupped my breasts in his firm hands: "Suck her off again, darling, it's only right that we should shag off all the witnesses of our marriage." My mouth was buried around and in the girl's cunt, making it impossible for me to reply in words. But Phillip could see that I was in full agreement with him by the motion of my head and the resultant twitching of the girl's legs.
* * *
So we passed that wedding day, a day of delight and sexual pleasure. At last we bid goodnight to our guests. Enery was shagged out, he had either fucked or been tossed off by each of us girls. Topsie was game to the last. As she left we kissed and she slipped her hand up my skirts, touching me and whispered: "Have a good holiday. Don't let him fuck you too many times at night. Remember its always better to have a randy man during the day. See you both when you come back. It's been a beautiful day; I've nearly been fucked silly but I'm going off with Enery now and I expect he'll want some more later!"
Then they all left.
Phillip and I were nicely high. We laughed together and cuddled, asking each other how they had enjoyed themselves, commenting on each other's performance. We had until midnight to catch the boat train from Victoria to the Continent. Phillip was leaving his car in the garage at home and had booked a vehicle to be available in Paris.
We bathed together, fondling each other's parts. I felt as randy as ever but did not ask for any sexual attendance. Phillip grew hard under my soft fondling hands, but I did not toss him off. We had plenty of time, and the randier we both felt the better it would be. The real pleasure in sex is in being and feeling randy, in having the urge, in male and female tantalizing each other either by words or gestures, by bodily contacts or by sly innuendos.
We dressed carefully for our journey. Phillip had some little difficulty in adjusting his trousers over his hard standing cock, but he forced it down so that it showed only a bulge below his flies. I very much prefer this method of men adjusting themselves. So many have their prick upwards, which may be more convenient and comfortable for them, but there is nothing so attractive to a girl as the prick forced down but bulging the trousers outwards.
After dining out we were in a taxi only just in time to catch our midnight train. Phillip had booked a sleeper but the guard apologised that only a double sleeper was left. We had perforce to accept. The larger sized carriage had full length seats each side and two broad bunks above.
Sitting or rather lying on one side were a couple. They jerked to their feet as we entered, looking somewhat embarrassed, the girl smoothing down her tight little skirt, the man adjusting his tie.
It was obvious that we had interrupted the beginning of a love affair. We smiled and introduced ourselves with every apology for having to intrude. The guard explained that the train was full to the Contenent and that all accommodation had to be used. He trusted that this would be convenient to us. Naturally we had to agree. Phillip tipped him, checked the time of arrival and asked for a steward to be sent to the carriage: "As we are sharing, we had better have a drink together. I have a bottle in my bag and we'll get the glasses from the steward," he said.
The request was soon complied with and the four of us sat down, Phil and I on one side of the carriage and the girl and young man on the other.
Whether by chance or design Phillip sat opposite the girl and I sat opposite the man. We exchanged names. We all had a laugh to discover that the couple with who we were travelling were not married, just a couple away for the weekend in Paris. I curled one leg under me. It was comfortable, but I knew full well that it would give young Frank, which was the name of our carriage mate, a good look up my thighs.
The train started. We were away.
Foolishly none of us liked to break the ice in our behavior. We had our drinks and chatted as any normal people might. Phillip stifled a yawn: "We've a long days driving ahead of us, perhaps we ought to get a little rest," he said, turning to me.
"Slip your top things off and climb up into the bunk. I'll follow in a moment."
Frank took the cue.
"Good idea," he said, "We'd better turn in darling," speaking to his girl. "You get aloft and I'll follow."
We two girls stripped off our dresses quite unashamedly. In the confined space of a railway carriage swaying on the rails as it thundered from London there was some difficulty in hanging them up, but the two men got that sorted out while we, in bras and pants only, began to clamber up to our respective berths. I knew perfectly well that Frank would be looking up my thighs and purposely I took time in getting up, allowing my legs to shut and open at each motion. My secret place was covered but only by a narrow band of nylon. Let him look, I thought, if it gives him a thrill. Anyway I was not disinterested. The truth of the matter is that as a girl and later as a woman I have always got the greatest thrill from showing off in front of a man and knowing that he was getting randy. Whether I ever had him or not does not matter. The fact that he has lecherous thoughts about me is what gives me satisfaction.
So I climbed to my bunk displaying my bottom and the curves of my legs. Pauline, Frank's girlfriend, was doing the same. The way she swung one leg only over the lip of the bed in the first place and let the other dangle in the air suggested to me that she likewise had no objection to men having a good sight of her charms. I wondered whether the display was for Frank or for Phillip. Of course in fact it was for both of them. Certainly I saw Phillip having a good look of appraisal.
We two girls lay back on our respective couches. Each was designed for two but within narrow confinement. The lads switched off the light and we heard them undressing. The moonlight filtered through the window of the carriage. Apparently they had another drink together. Then I heard the snuffling as Phillip came to join me in the narrow bunk bed. He heaved his body over the side. He was stark naked. The night and the train carriage were warm. We lay close together and cuddled, his hands caressing my breasts, one went down between my slightly parted thighs. I readily opened them wider. His finger tips pressed into my cunt. I was randy for him. My hand went to his cock. It was hard.
Good, I thought, he's randy for me.
For a moment I intended to wriggle under him to show my readiness. Then a rustle came from the other berth and I thought of a different idea.
"Phillip," I whispered in a way that I knew could be heard. "Do you feel like doing what you did last night, dear. Please, do it first-then you can fuck me. You know what I like to start with-give me a little suck!"
Phillip, as always, knew exactly the implications of my whisper. He knew that it was not only my desire but also the exhibitionist's wish to let our carriage mates know what we were doing and to encourage them likewise.
He whispered back, but loud enough to be heard. "Lovely darling, you know how I adore a woman's cunt."
He did not say 'my cunt', but I knew instinctively that he wanted to convey the general idea of randiness to our partners. With a good deal of noise, only partially drowned by the train, he slid down my body. My legs parted, his face came up between my thighs. His tongue licked at my lips. His mouth closed over the outer curving portions of my cunt and drew them in. He probed deeper with his tongue as my cunt expanded. He licked around its inner folds.
Slowly he edged on, purposely exploring every bit of my sex passage. He found my clitoris. Then, before I knew it possible, but because of my excited state, I had an immediate spasm. It was no good my trying to control it. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched the point of my sexual pleasure-I spunked like a wild creature. All other thoughts were lost. All I wanted to do was to heave upwards to meet the gorgeous feeling of flesh on my tenderest spot.
His face must have been covered with my exundations. He gulped and gulped but continued with his motions, at one time sucking and at another licking. My cries were no longer in whispers... I moaned in ecstasy.
"Oh you lovely sucker suck my cunt... make me come again... oh darling do anything you like to my cunt!!"
Phillip responded with zeal.
As I lay back in utter enjoyment T heard two voices whispering loudly from the other bunk only three feet away: "Fuck me, darling."
"I'm fucking, fucking you, you wonderful little whore. I'm going to go on fucking... " And then there was a pause, but the man's voice continued: " fucking you until we get to Paris!"
My legs were wide open with knees raised. Phillip lay below me with his face between my thighs. I fondled my breasts, they were hard and firm. Stretching to raise my bottom to force my cunt more fiercely against Phillip's face, my arms stretched upward and one of my hands touched the wall and the light switch.
Out of devilment-I switched it on!
The sudden glare of the light caught us in the position exactly as we were. I looked over to adjoining bunk, expecting to see a normal man fucking on top of his girl-but I was curious to find out how another girl flung her legs about and used her bottom to stimulate the male.
Instead I was met by the most extraordinary sight!
Frank was lying on his back, his legs together, his hands underneath his buttocks. Pauline was astride him, kneeling up with his prick deeply speared into her divided cunt. He was using his hands behind the cheeks of his arse to heave himself upwards into the girl. She was driving regularly and deeply onto his cock.
It was the perfect example of a woman fucking a man. The time and the amount of thrust was at her command. She worked quickly or slowly as she wished. She plunged herself deep down over his distended cock or merely rubbed the knob round the inside of her open lips, just as she wished.
Pauline's activities taught me a lot!
But the light was on and we had all demonstrated our sexual delights to each other. We scrambled down from the high bunks to the floor. The two men were naked, both with jutting unfinished pricks. Phillip, by the way, was bigger and fatter than Frank in this respect, while Frank's tool was a little the longer.
I had nothing on. My bra and knickers had been lost on the high bed. Pauline still retained her knickers but was naked otherwise. She told me later that whatever she was doing, whoever she was with, she tried to retain her knickers because she found that the spunk drenched nylon shred of panties was more precious to man's desire than gold. It turned out that she was a tart and a very expensive tart. The weekend in Paris would cost Frank all the expenses plus a hundred pounds in her bank account.
She told me this later, but for the moment the four of us were together, squashed into one railway sleeping car.
We had a drink.
We played with each other. Frank put his hand between my thighs. I looked over at Phillip-he nodded and did likewise to Pauline. The four of us began to frig each other. With all the magnificence of fucking, with all the erotic pleasure of sucking the first and essential delight of sex is in frigging.
I realised it then and have asked countless men and girl friends since and they all agree that frigging or rubbing up the genitals can be the finest form of pleasure. But that night the four of us were not going to leave any sensation unsatisfied.
By the motion of the train we knew we had reached Dover and were waiting to shunt onto the rail ferry across the Channel. Plenty of time before Paris...
Pauline, a professional, had a quick whispered word to me. I nodded. I knew Phillip would agree. I hoped Frank was of the same mind. We two girls put down our drinks, lit cigarettes and lay back on the two seats, each with one leg dangling over the edge and the other stretched out along the seat, leaving our cunts wide open to inspection. Pauline inhaled deeply, she then switched the light out so that we were only in a glimmer from the night sky.
For once she kicked off her panties. She took control: "Phillip," she called, "and Frank, you have got yourselves in a carriage with two females and you are males. We are randy... as randy as is possible. It is your duty to give us satisfaction, but you must do so at our request, doing everything as we wish. Do you agree to that for tonight?"
I heard Frank grunt: "Certainly my dear, anything you say."
Phillip was even more definite. It fascinated me to hear my new husband reply to this other girl: "Certainly, I am willing to do anything that will please my wife and give you pleasure, too."
Pauline laughed. "Now they are agreed. You can make the first suggestion to have some fun."
And this was fun!
I lay back, lazily on my seat, stretched my legs, and stubbed out my cigarette. My thoughts raced: "Pauline, darling, we have only met this evening, or more correctly this morning, but I think you will agree that the most essential thing is to keep men randy. Not just randy for the time being, but continually randy. Our two men are like that now, but we want them to have the same hard standing pricks until we run in to Paris. The men should watch us first and then we can use their pricks as we like."
My hand went down between my thighs. I pressed my rather fat cunt lips together as I knew how well to do, my fingers then edged into my slit. This was a girlish trick I had played with increasing vigour since I was ten years old.
I began to frig myself. The others came to look.
Pauline rolled off her seat and came beside me.
"Oh you darling... don't bother to do it yourself... let me toss you off."
Her hand came over my cunt, forcing my own away. Gently and with infinite understanding she began to frig me. It was absolutely delightful The girl's fingers were obviously highly experienced, either with herself or with other women. She knew exactly how to play and rub around the inner walls of my cunt, how to press here and there, when to dive deeper into the hole and, of course, she was expert in tracing my bud of lust. Her gentle touching of it, the little pinches she gave to it between her fingers sent me off into a paroxysm of spending. She sighed with me, seeming to enjoy my spending as much as did I.
The boys stood watching this girlish play.
Pauline turned to her Frank: "She's just come, darling; do your duty. Suck her lovely pussy clean of all her spendings. I'd like to deal with our new friend Phillip."
Frank was between my legs in a trice. He licked all my flesh clean on the outside from my bottom up through my legs over the tip of my cunt and into the spunk bedewed hair of my bush. Then he returned to my slit, gently opened it with his tongue. It was an easy and well oiled inner surface full of my own and Phil-hp's juices. His tongue flicked around. His mouth sucked up all the saliva. He gathered it in his mouth, and every half minute or so I heard and felt him gulp it down. I gripped his head with my thighs, forcing his face further against and into my lush love circle. He responded ravenously, mouthing my mucus away. I had the most wonderful orgiastic throbbing which shook my whole body.
Meanwhile and only then after my spending did I see my new darling husband fucking Pauline! She was slim and almost a contortionist. Her head was bent down to a few inches from her crotch. Her bottom stuck upwards as she stood with parted legs on the swaying floor of the train.
Phillip was deep in her cunt from behind and she could see and watch his shaft pulsating up and down in her cunt.
A sharp knock came at the door!
The guard shouted: "Un demi heure a Paris!"
Frank and I had to wait a few moments for Phillip to complete his fantastic fuck. Then we had to have a drink to revive ourselves and we had only just got dressed, packed and in proper array as the train drew in.
CHAPTER THREE
Frank and Pauline, Phillip and I alighted from our joint sleeper at the Garde du Nord. The sun was up but it was still early in the morning.
Phillip, who was always a good organizer, had already booked himself and me into the George Cinqu. We took our new found friends along with us. Our accommodation was luxurious, a lounge, a double bedded room, bathroom and toilet. Although the four of us could have most excellently occupied this amount of space, after our close squashed and intimate night in a railway sleeper we thought it best to conform with convention and inquired if there was a room available for our friends. The booking manager was charm itself. By great good fortune the room next to us was vacant. Frank booked it without more ado. It was only after inspection that we found this other delightful apartment with its bathroom had an intercommunicating door to ours. This was quickly unbolted on both sides and thrown open.
Between the four of us we now had a suite of a lounge, two bedrooms and two bathrooms.
Pauline flung open a pair of windows, breathing in the sunny summer air of Paris. We had had a desperately exciting night but did not feel tired, only ravenously hungry and a little disheveled. Phillip ordered breakfast on the telephone, breakfast for four in the lounge, not a petit dejeuner but le grande breakfast d'Anglais.
Both baths were set running. We all began to disrobe.
The men shaved while Pauline and I stripped naked and sank into our baths, revelling in the hot water and massaging our bodies with soapy long handled brushes.
Frank and Phillip joined us, moving from one bathroom to another, helping in the massage and generally enjoying our rounded pink figures, paying particular attention to the soaping and the sponging necessary between our legs.
It was all joyous fun and might have developed into some violent sexual action, but a tap on the lounge door reminded us of the arrival of breakfast. Phillip, with just a towel around him went through and unlocked the main door to the corridor, to let in the waiter. We heard him whistle. Instead of a waiter two young trimly dressed maids bore in trays and wheeled in trolleys. They began to set the large table and lay out the various dishes on a side table.
Out of devilment and without our knowing his purpose, Phillip called out- "Come on girls, come and see what they have brought us!"
We had dried ourselves and we responded to his call, scampering through stark naked, assuming that he was alone. We rushed into the room before we realised that there were two young maids busy about their tasks. They looked up and gasped. Their faces blushed, they dropped their eyes. I realised how difficult a situation it was for them. I did not mind and nor, so far as I could see, did Pauline, but the girls did not know what to do.
Quickly I decided to try to put them at their ease. With my naked body, perfumed from my bath, my breasts jutting out from the massaging which they had just received, with my great triangle of curls prominent between my thighs, I went over to the nearest girl.
"So sorry to startle you, my dear, we did not know you were still in the room. You see we love being together in the nude when we're on our own."
The girl smiled, her blush faded.
"That's alright Madame. You can do exactly as you like in your private apartment, I'm sure."
Her eyes were no longer dropped. They were wandering over my body. They seemed fascinated by what they saw. I put my arm around her shoulders. My hand went below the pit of her arm and I felt the soft flesh of her bosom, gently the fondling increased. She did not resist.
We had all gathered in the lounge by now.
Frank and Phillip, with towels round their waists, covering their sexual parts but not concealing their prominence, Pauline and I without a stitch on us, and the two maids in their little black frocks with white blouses jutting out over their young bosoms.
Pauline joined the four of us females and spoke to the girls. "What a lovely breakfast it looks. I'm dying of hunger. Do you have to just leave it here, or can you stay on and wait on us?"
The girl I was fondling replied: "Oh yes, we can stay. In fact we often do, and then take down the trolley and trays afterwards. As soon as you're ready we'll begin to serve."
The men sat down just as they were. Pauline and I slipped through to the bedrooms and donned tiny transparent panties and neat little nipple covering bras, just enough to pull the breasts up to their highest erection but not hiding any of the lush curves. We joined the men, whose first course was already being served. One of the girls stood beside each of their chairs. I did not then know that a five hundred franc note had been stuffed between each pair of tits! What I could see was that each man's hand was up between the legs of the girl waiting on him. No objection was being shown, but that the girls had a satisfied pleased look on their faces.
We all sat round. Ravenously we tackled the delicious food. Our energies expended in sexual exertion were revived by the replenishment of our bodies. It seemed natural for all of us to sit at table with our legs astride. The serving maids noticed this and as they brought each dish or condiment to the table they went round adjusting the napkins they had folded in our laps.
It was more than the adjustment of a napkin, however; it was a soft caressing feeling between our legs. Phillip and Frank indicated their pleasure most obviously, great jutting bulges appeared, forcing up the towelling and the napkin!
Pauline and I could not demonstrate our pleasure so evidently, but once when one of the girl's hands probed deep, pressing against my quim, I responded by squeezing my legs tight together, imprisoning her hand. It was locked solid between my thighs, the finger tips on the lips of my cunt. As I held on, she moved her fingers; they pressed deeper into me. Just in time I let go, but looked upwards and sideways at the girl.
"You are most attentive, my dear; the way you serve at table is perfect. I shall see that you have a most adequate 'pourboire' if you continue such excellent service."
She smiled deferentially. She knew exactly what I meant.
At that gay and exciting breakfast none of us wasted our strength. We were all at the pitch of erotic delight, but we managed to contain our orgasms. Phillip had plans for us for the rest of the morning and into the early afternoon. Then, he said, we ought to get a little rest, to be able to enjoy the evening and night.
* * *
We went off to a quarter about a mile away. Turning off the main boulevard we entered a shopping street in which the parking of a vehicle was allowed. From there we walked to a little cul-de-sac. There was a barbers on one corner, a cafe on the other. One long building ran along the right hand side of the street. It was shuttered and the doors were closed.
"We shall go there this evening," said Phillip. "It is the most wonderful house of pleasure in all Paris." We were all very interested. "The gendarmerie know all about it but they never touch it. There is too much influence in high places!"
The left of the street was what appeared at first sight to be a series of shop windows, old fashioned in design but by no means in their contents. In fact we were to discover that it was all one shop.
"This," explained Phillip, "is the midinettes and the cocottes shopping centre and also for men, whatever their peculiar wishes may be. Old lechers come here for their books and their pictures. Transvestites can be completely fitted out in rubber, leather, shoes, etc., and knicker fans can buy what they like. Little symbols are even sold to homosexuals so that they may in secret recognise each other elsewhere. Now we'll all tog each other out in the things we should like them to wear and at the same time buy anything special that takes your fancy."
He led the way in. A bearded Frenchman hurried forward.
"Ah Monsieur, que je suit enchante." Phillip was obviously well known and had been a good customer.
The proprietor snapped his fingers. Two girls emerged from the back office, one joined Phillip and the other Frank. They asked to be allowed to serve whatever was desired.
Again the snap of the proprietor's fingers and two teen aged boys perfectly turned out in white shirts and tight black trousers were at our side. One bowed to Pauline and the other to me.
"First of all, girls," said Phillip, "I want to get you the right costume for this evening's amusement. It's a pretty hot place to which we shall be going, and you ought to look the part. Now choose the tartiest costumes and accessories that you can find. Don't forget the ornaments, get any extra perfumes or cosmetics that you require. Let's start with the knickers. They are for your loveliest part."
He grinned, not in the least worried that the two young boy shop assistants and the two girls were listening to him. This was a place that catered for that sort of thing. Pauline and I were thrilled.
) Between us we bought knickers of every naughty pattern. A little triangle of tiger skin, not to conceal but to emphasize the cunt. Wide legged panties, so fascinatingly brief that no cover was given at all. Little tight fitting stockingette knickers that gripped the bun and snuggled between the legs to give a lovely cosy feeling. Then expanding French letter thick rubber sheaths that had to be rolled up over the legs, stretched over rounded hips and eased by finger rubbing into one's crutch.
We were about to leave this part of the shop, well satisfied with our acquisitions, when one of the girls whispered: "One moment, Mesdames, have you seen these? They are very special and for some occasions most exciting to wear."
We looked and we examined. We realized all that they meant. They were heavy rubber knickers available in flesh colour black or red and in all sizes, but inside the pants and a part of the rubber structure was a protruding shaft and in the range offered to us was every different size and length. Neither Pauline nor I could contain ourselves. We lifted our skirts, pulled down and kicked off our own knickers and began to test out these new contraptions.
We each tried several before we were satisfied. The tightness of the fit around the bum had to be right, the legs had to be as brief as possible, but above all the breadth and depth of the shaft had to be adjusted to our own anatomy. After many trials we giggled with delight.
Pauline desired to wear hers straight away and I did the same. The tight fit constricting up, the hard rubber penis thrusting into us made every step a sexual gratification.
We rejoined the men in a high state of excitement. I cannot give you a list of all the things we bought that mid-day in that emporium, but mention must be made of a few.
We already had several different choices of bras. On the same counter were some black silk straps that looked more like men's braces. We examined them and one of the girls came forward: "Would you like to see how to fit these? We have a model ready, mesdames."
She led us to a little changing cubicle. Inside stood a woman of perhaps twenty-eight. She was elegantly skirted but above her waist completely bare. Her bosom was enormous and the weight made it curve downwards in two great crescents.
She smiled at our young girl attendant and gave a little bow to us. The forward dip of her shoulders swayed her breasts in their glorious rotundity. She took the black silk strapping from the girl. One band was buckled tight up under her tits, another belt was strapped firmly round her waist. Then she carried two braces up over her breasts, over her shoulders and down to the back of her waist strap. But the braces were not simple straps of silk. From the single band they opened out into circles, one of which was fitted round each breast. The back straps were then tightened and while the bubbies remained bare they were drawn up into great outward pointing globes. She put on a little pretty silk blouse which did nothing to hide her heavy tits. She took a step or two back and forth. However much her movements joggled her globes they remained thrusting out in their fine shape.
Needless to say Pauline and I both bought a supply of these feminine appurtenances, but not before a good deal of female fondling between the four of us. We then went to the skirt and gown section of this oddly constructed store.
The tight tiny wrap-over skirts attracted our attention and we chose several designs and patterns, ending up with one each of a satin skirt that could not reach lower than six inches above our knees.
Shoes and boots we had a plenty, but one set of patent leather pumps which had extremely high heels and an ankle strap attracted my desire and I obtained them. Pauline got herself a pair of soft leather thigh high waders. It would never be possible for her to put them on or take them off without assistance, but nevertheless she wanted them.
Some of the costume jewelry and bangles that we bought would be impossible to wear except in and with erotic friendly circles. Little silver charms fashioned in the shape of a man's balls and rampant prick, tiny models of girls with legs astride and knees bent. It was all so open and enjoyable that I could have spent hours wandering around the stock of this store. We found Frank and Phillip.
They also had been making their purchases. The men paid. At the same time they had a prolonged feel up between the legs of the two girls who had been looking after us. They obviously enjoyed it and responded by fumbling at the front of the men's trousers. They were to be rewarded with handsome tips. I looked at Pauline while this was going on and winked. We beckoned the boy assistants over. As the younger one approached me I adjusted my suspender top allowing him to see the expanse of flesh above. He came up close and I slid my hand across his front. His young prick was firm and hard. The irresistible desire to toss him off overcame me. I rubbed at his cock, flicking his fly buttons open. My hand delved in and grasped the naked flesh. He gasped but thrust forward to receive my playful fingers and enveloping palm. He grabbed me between the legs and we worked hard to shag each other, but I was more experienced than he was. All my instincts were aroused and my initial moisture ran freely, but I did not emit my final juice whereas within minutes he was spurting madly into my hand.
I was gentle with him and thoroughly enjoyed myself, tossing this young boy off.
Pauline had decided on a more erotic method of giving herself mental satisfaction. Like me, she wished to retain her orgasms for the evening and night, but she wished to have the pleasure of seeing her young male companion exude his own strength on her behalf. She put her hands on his shoulders and pressed him down into a kneeling position. She then slipped her skirt over his head.
"Kiss my rubber knickers, between my thighs," she commanded, straddling her legs across his face. "Take your cock out." She told him, "and toss yourself off."
The boy did as he was told. He pressed his face up into her crotch. The combined odour of feminine intimacy with the tantalizing smell of rubber was enough to make any grown man shoot his spunk, but for a boy to be ordered to toss himself off while subjected to these exciting conditions was bound to produce almost immediate results.
However, the lad was not without his own nature. Quickly he released his prick from his trousers. With expert and evidently experienced hands he gently rubbed it up and down. His mouth was gasping between her thighs. Her legs tightened to hold his face close. His hand flew up and down his cock. He jerked, spouted and spouted spunk again; three times a jet of creamy white liquid flew from his red and distended tool.
Pauline was looking down. She could see his every motion. A look of the utmost satisfaction was over her face. I was to learn later that this was what gave her the utmost satisfaction-to have a young boy in her grip and under her control and to force him to perform any obscene act she desired and particularly to masturbate himself while doing so.
The two young fellows were shagged out, but they preserved their politeness. They adjusted their trousers, escorted us to the door where we were joined by our two men. The girls stood in the background, skirts slightly rumpled but otherwise looking as fresh and trim as ever. Behind them stood the proprietor. He had been aware of all that had gone on. He had no objection. For so good a set of customers he encouraged every whim.
The bill was paid, a generous present was given to each of the four young people and in a high state of excitement we left with our various parcels, walking round the corner from the cul-de-sac to the waiting car and drove back to the Ceorge Cinq.
It was only three in the afternoon. We had a light snack, a bottle of wine and then Phillip insisted that we should rest: "There will be plenty of fun tonight and we must all be fresh for it," he said.
The curtains were drawn and we each lay down on our own beds. We were all asleep in a trice. Pauline and I had, of course, doffed our 'dildo rubber pants'. We had not yet experimented with our breast braces. We relaxed naked, as did the men and slept the sleep of the well satisfied.
CHAPTER FOUR
Strangely enough I was the first to awaken at a faint tap tap on the door. I rose from the bed. "Who's there?"
"It's only your maids, in case you want anything."
I recognised the voice of one of the girls who had waited on us at breakfast. It would be rather fun to have them in. I did not bother to put anything on except my little triangular tiger skin cunt coverer, opened the door and let the girls in. They giggled to see my garb.
"Tidy up as you think fit," I said. "The other bedroom is open, but try not to wake anyone up. I am going to bathe and get myself ready for the evening."
Going through to the bathroom and lying luxuriously in hot water highly perfumed with salts, the sounds of their movements came to me faintly. From the lounge the soft putting away of our glasses and other things tinkled in my ears, the puffing up of cushions and general tidying up continued. Then they went through to the main bedroom where Phillip was lying fast asleep. A girlish gasp was audible. That told me that they were surveying his naked body with its great thick member lying between his legs.
That they were probably envious of me flashed through my mind, having the use of such a thick set cock. I eased myself gently out of the water, flung an enormous towel about my shoulders and around my loins to dry as I crept noiselessly to the door. The two girls were bending down over the sleeping Phillip, then-faces only a few inches over his member. They were whispering.
"Ah Mon Dieu, I would like it. Look how thick it is! Do you think we could take it?"
"I'd try anyway, even if it hurt!"
Softly one of the girls touched it. The other bent lower and implanted the gentlest kiss on the thickest portion of my Phillip's prick. Delighted I watched them. Phillip was lying half on one side facing the bathroom door, through which I had my angle of vision.
The other young maid bent her lips to his phallus. He made no move, but his eyes flickered. They half opened. He was looking directly at me. I put one finger vertically against my mouth to tell him to be silent. He closed his eyes, then opened them and gave me a wink, then closed them as if asleep. The maids had seen nothing of this; they were concentrating on his genitals.
They thought I was safely in the bath and they thought Phillip was in a deep sleep. In any case they were in a high state of erotic desire. Phillip still lay supine. The girl's tongues licked out. All their excitement was centered on his prick. Each one licked delicately at each side. Alternately they put soft lips to his knob. He lay quite quiet, but even the most resolute man and even if in deep sleep could not have prevented his prick from rising gradually and in grand thrust.
While still lying against his thigh it became hard, then little by little it rose. The girls were transported with delight! They looked at him apparently sleeping calmly there and wondered at the majesty of his masculinity. Their avid tongues licked from the base to the tip of his rising member; their mouths caressed his balls also. They had lost all control except their lust for this prick and balls of my man Phillip. There was not the slightest trace of jealousy in my mind. I knew that Phillip was by now fully awake and playing out a part for his pleasure and for mine. Nothing can be more gratifying for the adult than to see the juvenile revelling in its own salacious pleasures.
As you shall read later, Phillip and I were to experiment in this form of satisfaction to its final degree. Meanwhile Phillip lay there in luxury. Two young girls licking at his balls and prick, his wife watching in delight, no motion required from him, only a superhuman control of his urge to spunk over the girl's faces. I slipped back to the other bedroom and woke Frank and Pauline.
"Come, and watch," I whispered, "but don't make a sound." I cautioned, "Phillip is pretending to be asleep, but he's having the most glorious time I hope he doesn't have a wet dream!" I giggled.
We all went back to the intercommunicating door.
The girl waitresses were now in such a state of randiness that one stood to one side of the bed, her hand between her crutch while she engulfed the head of Phillip's tool in her mouth. The other stood opposite her, bent right over, also with a hand frigging madly away at her own cunt while her mouth slavered and sucked at Phillip's testicles. She could get neither of them right into her mouth, but obviously that was what she wanted. They were too big for the aperture of her lips, but her tongue roved over the whole of their surface.
We were peering in through the half open door. Pauline and I were squashed together. Frank, standing behind us had his long thin prick, hard as iron, slap across my buttocks. He had hold of it at the root and was whipping it from side to side over Pauline's bum and my own. She was half kneeling and I did the same. Both our legs were parted. We both began to frig-ourselves as we watched the lewd scene in front of us and felt the masculine cock slapping against our buttocks.
How the four of us retained our control I never can tell, but the true reporting of the facts is that the two girls gave themselves their own complete orgasm while we retained our lust for later. The girls were almost beside themselves. They forgot all about waking Phillip up. They were concerned only to suck his prick and balls, to delve themselves into his genitals, to savour the masculine beauty of his body while they frigged at their own.
With groans of delight they came almost simultaneously. They heaved and shuddered. They tried to close their legs but that did not suffice to finish off their orgiastic spasms. Their hands remained clutched within their cunts as they writhed in ecstasy, and as their uncontrollable passions were released... we all burst into the room!
Phillip jumped up off the bed. He and Frank were in violent erection. Towels were torn off. The two girls were cuddled by Pauline and myself but with intent. We laid them back on the bed. We ruffled up their skirts, we pulled down their wet panties and I said to them, breathless with my suppressed passion: "Don't worry, darlings, you're going to have a lovely time... open up your thighs and let the boys get at your beautiful little cunts. You've done wonderfully so far and will be rewarded well for all you now enjoy." Pauline and I knew very well what our man wanted to do to these two randy young bitches but we wanted a little hand or that is to say mouth, in it first.
As the girl nearest me lay back on the soft bed, spreadeagling her naked thighs I dived my head between her legs. You readers will already know that I am not a lesbian in the sense of liking women only and disliking men. Far from it! My best pleasure is in being fucked- but knowing my own delight in my sexual parts I also adore those of another woman and particularly of a young girl. I buried my head between her thighs. She had just tossed herself off so that she was running with juice. I licked and sucked at it, savouring every drop. It was gorgeous as I lay across her, half on and half off the bed.
Suddenly I felt a touch of flesh against my own cunt lips. I could not look round, but I knew that a male cock was probing at my entrance. It entered... it slid in upwards.
"Frank-you fucker!" I moaned through my mouth, as it was engulfed in the girl's twat. "I know it's you... if s not thick enough for Phillip but its longer... longer... longer... oh God how far is it going to go up?"
Frank grunted: "Right up until you've finished sucking that little girl's cunt. Then I want a taste of it and after that she can have the length that you are now getting... swing your arse to my pace."
As the sensations surged over me from my deeply pierced cunt I conveyed them through muscular contractions and mouthing to the young maid. She responded-her cunt quivered.
I heaved off her: "QUICK FRANK, SHE'S ABOUT TO COME, GET DOWN ON HER IF YOU WANT THE FULL FLOW."
Frank's prick slid out of my cunt with a slopping sound. He dived face downwards between the palpitating loins of the young girl. His mouth lips encircled her cunt lips. His tongue thrust from his mouth into the mouth of her slit. It searched for her inner folds. It licked around the luscious crevices of her young body. It found the little knob of her delight. She was already spending from my attentions to her twat, now she went into the spasms of orgasm.
Frank licked hard at her clitoris, hard and continuously three times in fifteen minutes she was brought up to her crisis. Each time she heaved with greater violence. Surely never could a girl have been sucked off so completely-first by another female and then by a randy male ready to enjoy the deepest pleasures of her cunt. His face was deluged in lovely creamy froth. He licked round his lips as she forced her last spendings out. Some dribbled down her thighs, but Frank was not to be outdone, he licked along her inner flanks and cleaned every drop of sperm from their tender flesh.
The girl lay exhausted...
Frank and I stood up to survey what had been going on elsewhere. There was not a sign of Phillip or Pauline or of the other girl. We had been to much engaged in our own affairs to notice their departure.
We went through to the first bedroom. There was no sign of them. Then to the bathroom, and it was still as Pauline and I had left it with towels strewn about the floor. In the second bedroom we found Phillip recumbent on his back. Over his face sat Pauline, her cunt pressed to his mouth, mounted and straddled over his prick was the other young girl, her skirts pulled up to her waist. She was working herself up and down on my Phillip's prick. Her eyes were glazed. Later I learnt that she had tossed herself off twice before on my husband's rampant tool.
She was mad with lust and forced herself up and down on the thick member. Phillip was taking it all quite calmly, allowing her to satisfy herself as she liked, but not giving her back stroke for stroke. Meanwhile in a lazy fashion he licked at the open lips of the lovely Pauline. As we entered she was bending over and whispering: "You lovely man... you're as good as Frank is, although not so long... darling I must get up now and go to the toilet, I can't hold it any longer... " Phillip released his mouth from Pauline's cunt.
"Don't be silly, darling. There's no need to go away. Just piss where you are."
"Do you really mean it?"
"Of course I do. What's lovelier than a girl's piss, direct out of her twat, give it to me... there are towels to mop up any overflow, but maybe I can drain the lot."
With delight I watched the scene and the actions.
The little maid continued to pump away at my husband's prick, satisfying herself, but he by self control, not releasing his semen into her. Meanwhile Pauline could contain herself no longer and from her cunt over Phillip's mouth gushed a cascade of amber liquid.
He swallowed and gulped. It ran over his face and down his shoulders, but he went on savouring the lovely liquid. The full torrent of piss having been released he licked the cunt above him dry. Pauline sighed with delight and relief. The towels were drenched but no damage had been done to the carpet below.
The two girls were the only ones who had been shagged out. As usual Phillip gave them pleasantly large presents and suggested that they should go to rest themselves. They smoothed down their clothes and left us with many thanks and many half ashamed blushes.
It was only afterwards that we found two pairs of very soiled knickers which did not belong to either Pauline or I!
We were now left just the four of us, as randy as four people could be. Two men and two women. We might have just as well got down to the most almighty fucking session. The men were rampant, we were willing but wisely we stuck to our programme. The whole day had been designed for this evening. We were going to have fun together.
Frank and Pauline were due back in London some time the following night. We were on our way to the south of France. We would meet again later but this night in Paris had to be memorable. It certainly was- and is!
The night was warm. It was still early yet. We had all rested well and fed excellently during the last twelve hours. With hardly anything on but with no spunk expended we were each in a different way bedewed with the juices of the others or of the young girls.
As usual Phillip tended to take charge. He turned to Frank: "We want to take out with us tonight two of the tartiest dressed young whores in all Paris. I'll dress and get the car round. You bring them down with cloaks around them. They can leave their cloaks in the car."
His plan was obvious. We all joined in to fulfill it. No one bothered about spunky or piss drenched bodies. We all used a heady perfume. The men pulled on white nylon shirts and black ties with tight fitting dinner jackets and trousers but with no underwear. We were a little more particular. We sprayed each other with perfume, making certain that the curls of our cunts and between our legs were well bedewed.
I chose my favourite little tiger skin triangle to cover my cunt. Pauline picked out a tiny pair of knickers bought that morning, which were made of stretch material and were transparent, biting into her centre cleft. We both donned the new braces. Our breasts were forced upwards and outwards. We tightened each others straps.
A glow of satisfaction came over my body as I felt the violent upward thrust to my tits. Looking down I could only see my belly through the valley of my breasts, which were forced out into great frontal globes. Little open necked blouses completed the top of our costumes and then we came to the choice of skirts.
We sorted through. With my tiger skin covered cunt I decided on an almost transparent white wrapover slip of cloth, reaching only three quarters of the way down my thighs. Around it at the waist was to be buckled a brown soft leather black belt. I tested the skirt. Sitting or walking carefully, I could just keep it together. Any casual or forgetful movement left the wrap over open with my thigh displayed.
Pauline chose a similar garment, but in black, as tight at the waist and over her bum, but slightly more faired down her hips. We both chose our footwear with care. With our long nylon clad legs it was essential that our feet should attract the masculine eye. Phillip had asked us to dress as tartly as possible and we would certainly try. My choice was already made. My mood was for my high heeled ankle strap shoes. They fitted me like a glove. The height of the heels made my bottom sway in just the way I knew men liked, and the strappings not only gave support to my ankles but were a sign of my sadistic lust for the male.
Pauline with her short black skirt decided on red high heeled boots. The only pair we had obtained were ridiculously high heeled but she insisted on them.
"You needn't worry about me tonight," she declared. "I'm not going to do much walking. If all goes as I want it, I shall be flat on my back half the night!"
We laughed and agreed.
We added ornate earrings and costume jewelry. We used the symbols of sex to show that we were ready partners for whoever wished, including the lesbian's ring, which is recognized the world over. We finished our make up and the combing of our hair.
Frank came through to the second bedroom, which we were using. He was a delightful sight. Neatly groomed, yet not over dressed in his quiet dinner jacket. He could not hide the bulge of his trousers. It was all that we two girls could do to prevent ourselves from relieving him of that horn, both of us wished to hold it firmly and wank it off. He longed for it. But we all knew it would spoil the fun.
Although Frank belonged to Pauline I was determined to have some of his spunk that night. Frank brought in two long opera cloaks.
"Better have these to leave the hotel. Once we're in the car we can be as we like but we mustn't embarrass the management and other guests by them seeing you as you are. You're looking marvellous-just right for where we're going-but oh what a couple of dirty tarts you look... that's just how men like to see you!"
We all laughed and went down in one of the lifts. We girls draped in the cloaks and Frank looking immaculate with his horn in some slight control so that it did not just jut his trousers too much. Phillip was waiting for us with the car. We threw our cloaks in the back and slid in. Immediately it became apparent what a display of thighs we offered with the slightest action.
Quickly Phillip turned to me in the front seat: "You look marvellous, darling."
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Yes, tremendously."
"Do you like being randy?"
"Ever since we married my cunt has been twitching. It's simply lovely. I'll do any randy thing you want and so can you. Do you mind my being fucked by other men?"
"Not a bit, darling. I want you to be satisfied and we may find all sorts of ways to do that."
"Oh, you lovely man!" I said, "What do you want me to do this evening?"
"Well, I had an idea that as its the first time you've been to 'Le Petit Chat Blanche' both you and Pauline might like to do some real cock teasing. Pretend to be very ready for anything, make any of the men you meet as horny as you can, toss them off if you like, but deny them to your cunt-just for tonight. Then when we get back the four of us can have fun together. I'll do the same. You'll probably see me fondling some of the girls but I'll save my spunk for you. We've got lots of time for our holiday, but Frank and Pauline have to go back to London tomorrow, so we must give them the night of their lives. You can arrange to get in touch with them in town in the next month or so."
He kissed me with his passionate mouth. I opened mine wide to his thrusting tongue. He licked around. I summoned up all the saliva I could and forced it forward over his tongue into his mouth. He swallowed and murmured: "Lovely, darling."
We went on our way. We parked the car where we had done before and turned into the cul-de-sac. The doors and windows on the right were still shuttered and closed. Phillip went to the first door and rang once. He did not wait for a reply but walked straight on to the second door and gave two sharp rings. Again he did not expect a reply but at the third door as he gave three rings it was immediately opened.
A narrow corridor led to the back of the building. Another door had to be negotiated into a large well furnished entrance hall. We had no hats or coats and so had no need to deposit anything with the porter, who I later understood was rather more a guard than an attendant.
From the hall we walked through to the main bar. This was a magnificent room. It must have been constructed by knocking several rooms together, because although the expanse of floor space was adequate, the sides were split up into alcoves of varying sizes, probably from where the old rooms had been.
At one end was the Long Bar, brightly fit and at this time of night the major attraction. It was quite crowded, but one section left a gap for us. Pauline and I spotted two vacant chairs, and we took these but looked at each other in surprise. They were not the usual bar stool, but were really high arched saddles. How did we sit on them? We looked around and quickly understood. We mounted them as saddles with our legs straddled over them. The smooth leather was sweet in its touch on the naked insides of our thighs. The high ridge of the saddles pressed up into our crotches. We wriggled down, enjoying the sensation.
Our evening at the 'Petit Chat Blanche' had begun...
CHAPTER FIVE
The boys ordered drinks. Then we noticed the second feature of the bar itself. The front was a mirror surface. The angle of the mirror was such as to reflect straight up the legs of anyone sitting on the stools. I looked along the bar. Next to us were a group of very young girls. They were only just into their teens but each was apparently partnered by an oldish man, some of them looking well over fifty. But what delighted me was the reflections in the mirror. I gazed straight up their thighs, as could anyone else. Three of the girls had nothing on at all underneath, their crisp soft little curls nestled about their virginal looking slits. They were probably far from virgins, but their physical attractions appeared that way. Two other girls wore tiny little tight panties and it was noticeable how the centre band was stained with moisture.
Frank pushed a long drink in front of both of us.
"For fun we're going to leave you for a few minutes to see what happens and how you get on."
Phillip grinned at me. He knew that I knew what we all hoped might develop. First one, then another and then several men, young and old collected about us. Pauline and I continued discussing clothes but we also kept altering our seating positions so that the men were getting varying sights in the mirrored bar up our short skirts and into the divide of our thighs.
We saw other girls leave the bar and go over with men friends to one of the alcoves. One young thing I watched walked across the bar three times in fifteen minutes with three different men. The men reappeared a few minutes later in each case. It was quite obvious what was happening. The early evening games were for the men who could not stay for the later pleasures, but wanted to satisfy their sexual natures quickly. I gave a challenge to Pauline.
"While we're waiting for our own men, they want us to be active. Let's see which of us can get the most men to toss off. It's pretty obvious that's what they want. Look-I put a couple of spare pairs of knickers in my handbag. You take one and I'll take the other and see how much spunk we can collect?"
I swung off my stool. All the men looking gasped at the sight of my tiger skin patch. One, bolder than the other's said: "May I escort you to a seat?"
We walked over to an alcove. I made sure that it was not one too hidden from the bar. The more the men saw the more eager they would be. We lounged back on the broad comfortable seat, my legs stretched out. His hand went to one of my knees.
"May I?" he asked.
"At a price," I replied.
He produced his wallet and folded a large note, stuffing it into the top of my stockings. My hand went to the front of his trousers. His prick was already in erection, I whipped it out and played with it.
This was just as enjoyable to me as it was to him. As his hand crept up and eased its way behind my little knicker covering I took my spare pair from my bag and wrapped it around his tool. He spunked almost immediately. I wiped him dry. He thanked me and left as a sensible man, well satisfied. Another man edged round the corner of the alcove. He had watched and he knew that I was game for fun. Within minutes I had tossed him off and transferred their money to my handbag. The pace grew fast and furious. I had no need to return to the bar. Man after man came over as soon as the last left. It was glorious working away at prick after prick. My handbag knickers were drenched with spunk and the handbag was filling with notes.
The men all loved the way I wanked them off and I enjoyed them fumbling between my legs. Had it not been that Phillip provided me with all I wanted it would have been my choice to be a really out and out dirty whore. Even with my Phillip I decided to have as many men as I could and learn all their lusts and desires.
Pauline had followed suit with me and was in an alcove I could see. She seemed to be having almost as many men as was I but was taking a little longer time with each one.
We saw Phillip and Frank come back into the bar. They asked us what we had been up to, both of us having immediately rejoined them.
"Just tossing fellows off," I replied. "Look!" and held out the spunk drenched knickers and opened my bag to show the crushed in notes. Pauline laughed: "There's not so much spunk on my knickers, but my bag's as good-a lot of the spunk I got has gone down where this drink is going!" and she drained her glass. Her eyes twinkled: "The first fellow I got wanted me to suck him off, which of course I did. Apparently the word gets round in this place, because all the men who wanted a quick wank off went to you and those that wanted to be sucked off came to me. I've never had so much spunk in my mouth in one evening before! I shan't be able to look at a man again without thinking of gulping down his spunk!" she giggled. She had enjoyed herself.
The truth of the matter was that both Pauline and I took our enjoyment from all the vicious things, that is not to say necessarily sadistic things, but all actions that are taken as sexual vice. The straight fuck is enjoyable, but nothing like so much as a fuck with a stranger in some clandestine retreat. Naked fucking is natural but not so much a thrill as when ones clothes are pulled up, ones knickers half down, the man's cock protruding from his flies and like animals you copulate together, allowing the spunk to dribble down your legs.
Phillip and Frank had been arranging our evening: "We'll go through to the Inner Room. Madame has been watching you and is fully satisfied that you can come into the Inner Circle. They have to watch out that people who might be squeamish do not get in and later cause trouble."
We went through two double sets of doors into a large room, as big as the bar we had just left, but it was very differently furnished.
* * *
This other room was the quintessence of luxury. The centre was a mirrored dance floor with an avenue of glass leading off to wide doors to the left. At our end two rows of curved double seats faced along the main part of the room to the opposite end where a small stage stood below a large screen. Around the dance floor were low tables and even lower chairs. The alcoves, similar to those in the bar and designed in accordance with the old structure of the building, were lined and roofed with mirrors and were furnished simply with a divan each.
The Inner Room was already crowded and a dozen or so couples were dancing. Others were sitting or reclining at their tables, wine glasses beside them. The beat of the music was soft and low, its timing was from slow to crescendo. The couples on the floor could hardly be described as dancing. Most of them only moved a few feet from the same spot. In each case the girls arms were wrapped around the man's neck, some almost pulled up their weight onto their partners shoulders. The men's hands clasped the two cheeks of the girl's bum, holding it tight against him.
Breasts were pressed hard against thin shirts. The upper parts of the body were locked together, in most cases including a deep tongue insertion of each other's mouth. Only the hips moved to the rhythm of the music, pressing backwards and forwards, rubbing round and round in rotating motion. As the music increased in pace, so the dancers jerked together. Every now and then men drew away. One could see their trousers jutting out. It became apparent that they had to separate their sexual parts from their partners to prevent the conclusion of their pleasure.
Our table had been reserved. We ranged our chairs round three sides in order to have the best view of the whole room, and also so that our mutual fondling could be done conveniently. Champagne was served to Pauline and I. The men were drinking the more mellow Burgundy. A large card lay on the table which at first was thought to be a menu, but far from it. The notice was about the fun to come:
Messieur et Mesdames-of the Inner Circle
You may drink, you may eat, you may converse
and you may dance.
You may do anything else you wish.
There will be a floor show during the night.
There will be a grand tableau.
There will be a film.
But best of all we have a competition for you.
Prizes will be awarded as follows:
One to any couple-man and girl
One to two girls
One to a man
One to a woman
In the four categories the awards will go to
those who exhibit the greatest lewd behaviour
to the greatest pleasure of others.
We read this with astonishment. Looking around we saw that all the other tables had similar notices and that girls were giggling over it and men looking very pleased at the idea.
Frank was quick to react "Let's see how many of those prizes we can win, not for their value, because in any case that may not be much, but for the fun of doing everything we want to and making an exhibition of it. First of all Phillip, I've got an idea."
He got up. "Will you excuse Phillip and me for a few minutes?" he said.
Pauline and I smiled our permission. It was convenient for us to have a little private conversation. We discussed some plans hastily.
Frank and Phillip returned. As soon as they appeared we realised Frank's idea. Their pricks were hard and would have distended their trousers but their display was greater than that. We soon found that they had padded themselves out, thrusting their balls and cocks forward into a grossly vulgar display of their masculinity. They had used hand towels from the toilet to do this and the effect was to jut out their genitals in a most obscene way.
We were delighted and both leant over to hand the stiff cocks thrust forward. Pauline and I had both thrown one leg over an arm of our low chairs. Our legs were open. Our short skirts had ridden up. Anyone passing our table would look straight up the flesh of our thighs to my triangular tiger patch and to Pauline's transparent covering of nylon. Exhibitionism has always appealed to me and this was the occasion to indulge my fancies to the utmost.
There were many more men guests in the room than women. Most of the men were unaccompanied. They came here for their pleasure but it was not a place for respectable wives! I chuckled to myself. I was a wife but was not asked to be respectable. In fact the very reverse! I knew the most lascivious my wishes were the better it would suit the randy nature of my husband.
I turned to him: "Pauline and I have been talking. We'll go all out for these prizes, each one of them. We'll join in any fun that's going but let's make certain we are noticed for our own play."
As I was speaking I was fondling his prick in his trousers. "Will you take my little cunt covering off please?"
He got up from his chair, drained his glass and knelt down between my legs. Gently he eased the bands holding my triangle of tiger skin down my legs, having pushed my skirt up to my waist. As soon as it was freed over my feet, my legs went astride again. My hand went into my crotch and I began to frig myself.
Girls were circulating the room all the time. Some who were waitresses wore abbreviated short frocks, tight fitting round their thighs. Others, the French equivalent of a Bunny Girl, were clad simply in attractive bras and' whispy knickers. All wore long length stockings and high heeled shoes. Every time one of them came round the boys fumbled up between her legs.
By now we were all in a high state of sexual excitement. One girl constantly attracted my attention. She was probably out to win the award for the lewdest performance by one girl. She danced first with one man and then with another. A continuous sequence of men. The first time my notice was attracted to this young piece of round femininity was when just in front of us she stood against a handsome man jerking her hips back and forth, rolling her bottom so that she rubbed the harder. Distinctly over the soft beat of the music I heard her saying: "Come on! Its getting faster now... work yourself against me... I want you to spunk hard while we dance... rub your great big cock against my belly and thighs... " She shoved forward hard in time to the music. Her vicious wide lipped face looked up at the man. Before that tune was over he was obviously spunking and as he did so she clung to him, pushing her hips forward.
She took the next dance with a different man and the same thing happened, except that before there was a climax the girl lifted her skirt in front so that it was directly against her knickers that the man's frontal part was directed. He spunked just as had his predecessor. She was smiling now but it was a smile of wickedness. Two men had shagged off against her body, she wanted more...
In a corner I saw her slip off her knickers and tuck them into her bag. She joined her third man and as before lifted her skirt but it was against her naked belly and cunt that his trousers now pressed. She worked herself furiously against him. Whether she was coming or not I could not tell; certainly she was obtaining the most terrific exotic delight in her actions and men were now just means of gratifying her own desires.
As the tempo increased they stood jerking their hips back and forth. We thought it was as lewd a sight as could be seen. We were wrong, she had further ideas.
This was all taking time, you understand. We were also busy with our pleasure but I was fascinated to watch the girl whenever I was free.
The next man I saw her with she brought onto the floor, undid his flies, pulled out his stiff and very fine prick and after lifting her skirt pressed it naked against her belly. To the same beat of the music the two of them stood locked together, swaying their hips back and forth. The pace increased. It went into such a quick beat that more formal dancers found it difficult to keep pace. Not so the pair on whom I had my eyes. They pulsed to its time with ever increasing abandon. His cock must have been slithering up to her navel. His hands were dug deep into her bum to hold her hard against him. As the music rose to a cascade of sound he thrust forward, jerking his tool against the soft warm flesh.
They were so near to me that I could see the globules of sperm trickling down the girl's legs. She was smiling like a cat that has been given cream.
CHAPTER SIX
Some time later I witnessed what may have been the first part of a further orgy or the last of a series. The girl in whom I was so interested was with a younger man than she had been with dancing previously. They stood to the right of us but plainly in view. She, of course, had already discarded her knickers. She stood astride while opening the man's trouser front. Her long slim hands delved between his legs, bringing out first a magnificent male member and then, cupping them to ease them forward, two great testicles.
She was quite plainly delighted. She tested the stiffness of his prick. She leant down on it but could not get it below the horizontal level. She stood on tip toe; he bent his knees slightly. They were talking together, but we could not hear the words. He managed to bend further down at the knees, getting the head of his great weapon immediately between her thighs.
She then put her two hands down to her cunt and opened the lips, then with the splayed fingers of one hand she held it open while with the other she helped him to guide the knob of his penis into the ready gash. He heaved upwards. His shaft began to disappear into its home. He straightened his knees and the girl was almost carried off the floor, but as she was thrust upwards the inside walls of her love passage allowed her to sink downwards and deeper onto the impaling member.
He gave her two quick jerks to make the union complete. Her face showed that she welcomed this almost brutal jabbing of her inner seat of lascivious joy.
The music struck up with a new and slightly faster tune than they had been playing. They stepped out onto the floor. Only short paces could be taken but they kept perfect time, joined together in their sexual lock. Most of the patrons of the Inner Circle had been watching this girl and many had seen the preparations for the 'dance of lust'. It was wildly exciting to watch the deep rooted stand up copulating to the rhythm of music and on the ballroom floor.
The band were well aware of what was going on. They slowed the pace to allow the man time to adjust himself and make certain of the firmness of his wedge into the woman. Then gradually they increased the tempo, gave three or four fast beats and dropped back again to slow time. The dancers were now in the middle of the floor. Everyone was watching them. Other couples left the field open to them for their display. It was masterly.
They were not only amazingly good fuckers, they were perfect dancers. They began to do longer glides. Several times the man's prick was half way out its sheath, but with a quick turn it thrust itself back and upwards to grip the girl. She was dancing with eyes closed, just following his motions. Her mouth was open, her tongue lolling out and little drops of saliva appeared from her lips.
The pace of the music increased again. The drummer began to beat louder and louder. Suddenly the music stopped. Only the drum continued. The drummer seemed now to be in charge. He was a Black. His dilated eyes were fixed on the white couple, locked together in copulation. As he beat out the rhythm his thick lips mouthed...
FUCK... FUCK... COCK FUCK... FUCK FUCK... FUCK... FUCK... F-U-C-K The last series was given with immense force, and the man standing still in the centre of the dance floor heaved his body forward and upwards in response? The girl came right off the floor... she was supported only by their entwined arms and by his phallus stretching and forcing up into her.
In front of the assembled company, locked in their dance of lust, the man and girl went through the most prolonged and violent orgasm. Clapping and cheering broke out, which continued after the final thrusts and after they disengaged their red soaking parts and as they almost shyly walked off the floor.
There was little doubt that they were the likely winners, or at least one of the awards. The next occurrence was the most exciting surprise of the night Double doors were flung open and into the room and onto the floor scampered, helter-skelter, thirty or forty young boys and girls. They were all about fourteen years old, the boys in very short wide shorts with white shirts, the girls in little gym frocks.
They jigged about on the floor in higledy pigledy groups and all began to play with themselves. Some of the boys opened the front of their brief shorts, others put their hands up their wide legs. The girls had no difficulty. Their gym slips only covered the tops of their thighs and their hands quickly dived inside their attractive knickers. It was a ravishing sight to see all these children frigging at themselves. Afterwards I was to learn that dozens of families gained extra income by instructing their youngsters in what was expected of them and hiring them out to the Inner Circle.
Suddenly there was a tap on the drums.
BOOM DE BOOM BOOM The kids dashed off the floor. Each boy went straight to one of the women guests. He knelt down, kissed her toes, and parted her legs. He looked up her legs and then said to her: "May I?"
He did not say for what he was asking permission, but no woman could have been in any doubt and, of course, all were only to willing!
The young rascals kissed and licked up their legs from ankle to calf, from calf over the knees, inside the knees and at the backs of the knees. They were looking upwards the whole time, gazing towards the warm curly mass of hair above them with the heady perfume of the dividing pink lips drawing them on over stocking tops to the inside flesh of the thighs.
Up and deeper these lads pressed their eager mouths. The women were beside themselves with pleasure. Some threw their legs wide open to the approach, some gripped the boy's head between their thighs, allowing only a slow advance to the ultimate object. Some were utterly wrapped in their delight. Others pretended a disregard and went on drinking and smoking as if having a fourteen year old boy between their legs was a common occurrence. (Maybe it was?) But they were all really delighted and when the boy's mouths reached their gaping pussies and began to suck and to lick into its folds they went wild with passion. I, for one, had a good looking youngster. I was already wet but when his probing tongue reached my twat I overflowed with creamy liquid. I could feel it oozing out. He licked like a cat in from the rain. He was marvellous. I could hear him swallowing as he gobbled up my juice.
Even in my enjoyment the sight of Phillip and Frank was fascinating. The young girls had all rushed to the men and kneeling between their legs their two hands went to the front opening of their trousers. The prick was pulled out or it might better be described as released. The balls were gently brought forth and fondled. The soft fingers of the little schoolgirls played with the great testicles and the swollen cocks of the men, young, middle-aged and old.
Pink tongues appeared and licked at the red knobs, and slurped down the shafts of masculine flesh. The nuts of each bollock was drawn softy into the young mouth. Long hair, for all its smoothness and sheen, fell over the girl's shoulders, or long plaits swung to the motion of the girl's head.
Phillip was leaning forward to speak to the dark haired little beauty who had chosen him: "You lovely little girl... how nicely you play with my balls and how beautifully you suck and lick my prick. I'm going to give you a big present for this. Do you want to drink my spunk or do you just like the sucking part?"
For a second she released his swollen prick which she could only just contain in her small mouth: "Spunk... spunk... spunk please," and opening wide her mouth she used her two delicate hands on Phillip's cock to force its bulbous head back into it.
"You shall have it, my darling, and then Til do something for you that you will like. You are a lovely girl now and you will grow even more beautiful, particularly since you understand being randy. You need never be concerned about your pleasure because even when there isn't a boy or man available you can always toss yourself off as I saw you doing just now. Do you know that it does people good to wank themselves? The more you do it the better and also make sure that all your boy and girl friends do."
He was purposely being obscene and encouraging the child in her own evil actions. She had mastered the extension of her mouth around his prick and had freed her tongue to lick round its head. I saw the look on Phillip's face. He was just coming. His body braced itself. His prick jerked. I knew the jets were splashing forth. The schoolgirl was swallowing as hard as she could go. Some spunk oozed from each side of her mouth. She put up her hands to retain it there and went on sucking and swallowing. I knew the amount that Phillip could pump out, and I had to hand it to the girl for a wonderful job.
The last spurt over, she slowly released his cock licked all over and around it, smiled up at him and licked her own lips to take in the very last traces. He gave her a big drink. I did the same for my young boy.
While all this had been going on, and with his head between my thighs and mouth glued to my cunt. I had been indulging in one of my repetitive orgasms. It can last sometimes for as long as fifteen minutes, a continuous shuddering and twitching of the internal muscles and a constantly repeated series of emissions. As you slide into this best of all type of orgasm there is an intense feeling of pleasure, knowing that it will continue. It is quite unlike the quick hard single burst of sexual lust fulfilment. I can and often do induce this in myself by finger play; lying in a shady room it will take me about half an hour of frigging to get myself just to the right pitch, then I grip myself hard with both hands, the fingers of one deep inside, and I start.
It goes on and on and on, my working hands producing a squelching sound from my running cunt. I taught myself to do this when I was sixteen, after I had been masturbating for some four years. Not every girl knows the art, as it requires a great deal of self control and a lot of practice.
But the second phase of our games with children was commencing. They had induced adult spending, mostly by the gamahuche, although some of the men had been satisfied with the girlish fingers playing with and wanking off their cocks. Now it was our turn to delight the children!
My young boy had stood up from my cunt. I told him to stand on the table. His nice young prick was in front of me. Gently I handled his genitals. His balls were round, firm and fresh. Each one I took into my mouth and ran my tongue round the soft flesh, squeezing the nut itself with the pressure of my mouth. Then, opening my mouth as widely as possible and using my fingers, I eased his entire bag inside. I could not close my lips. I was crammed with boyish bollocks. I could not even move my tongue as I wished. It was an intoxicating feeling. My breathing could only be through my nostrils. No sound except a mumble was possible.
His prick lay along and across my face. It was a terrible temptation to make him spunk over my face but this had to be resisted on this occasion, although the determination to have just that thing remained in my mind. Softly and slowly I allowed his balls to plop out of my mouth. I pulled him down on bended knees and kissed his lips with wide open mouth and deeply probing tongue.
"You nice boy what lovely balls you have. All the girls must go for them, and I bet you play with them every day and night. Now let's test out your prick. You need not worry when you want to shoot your spunk. I'm looking forward to tasting it."
He rose up from his bending position. Standing on the table his prick was exactly opposite my face. His pants lay on the floor. His rubber shoes and short socks were his only garments up to the waist. With my hands on his penis I guided it to my ready and open mouth. Fully lodged in, my tongue ran round the clean boyish shaft, one hand gently fondled his balls, the other went round his plump juvenile bottom.
He swayed his hips a little, backwards and forwards. I squeezed with my lips and ran them up and down his lively cock, at the same time making the maximum use possible of my tongue.
He began to jerk. I tasted his first drop. Then the deluge came.
He was spunking madly and uncontrollably. The warm pungent liquid invaded my mouth and throat. Greedily I swallowed the young boyish spunk. What a lovely taste! Once you have really taken it down you wonder, as a girl, whether it is not even better having it that way by the mouth than having it pumped into you between your thighs.
With an experienced man the ideal for a girl is to be well fucked without his spunking and then for her to suck his juices from him. This is not only a good way round but it gives a double thrill to both.
The boys and girls straightened themselves out with a good deal of assistance from us. We were all very generous to the youngsters and probably everyone else in the room was equally so. They would be able to return to their homes with full pockets to satisfy their parents that it was a good thing to send their offspring to the Inner Circle for debauchery.
As they ran skipping across the dance hall leaving us, and to the double doors from which they had come, we relaxed in our chairs. More wine was ordered and served.
"This is a marvellous night, Phillip," said Pauline. "Frank and I are terribly grateful to you for having given us a chance to see the Inner Circle. Just suppose we hadn't met you on the train. We should have missed all this. As it is, we've just got to get back to London tomorrow, but when you've finished your honeymoon we must meet in town and organize some fun, eh?"
Phillip was pleased that the night had been such a success so far and smiled: "We're not doing too badly, but you wait-there's more to come!"
The next effect produced by the Inner Circle management was really by the way of an intermission to allow for certain cleaning up and relaxation outside. The double doors swung open again. Into the arena danced a dozen of the most agile and lovely Can-can girls. They were dressed in the traditional costume, except for one important particular we were soon to discover. Instead of the many flounced long white knickers they wore equally elaborate white lace trimmed petticoats with no knickers beneath them.
With each swing of their legs golden, black and red bushes of soft hair or crisp curls were revealed!
When they turned about and flung their skirts up, their bums were naked in all their glorious curves. Even more tantalizing was to see the base of their quims from the opposite angle.
They danced in the middle of the floor turning this way and that. They moved forward to each group in turn so that all had a close inspection of their lovely legs, their gorgeous cunts and their splendid bottoms. Then they separated off, still keeping up the dance. Every table was approached, including our own for the finale. As the music went into the last stages a magnificent brunette danced towards us, swinging her legs high above her very considerable height. At every kick her great big luxurious black bush was in contrast to the cream of her thighs and the white of her petticoats.
She was only three feet from us as the last chord was struck. All the other girls were similarly positioned. In the last kick she landed her right foot onto our table and stood with legs parted, skirts and petticoats thrown up, one black high-heeled shoe supporting her on the floor, the other widely spread on our table in front of our eyes.
Her mesh stockings were held to about half way up her thighs by four black embroidered suspender straps. The pink flesh above was slightly bedewed with perspiration from her exertions. The black curls of her cunt formed a thick luxuriant triangle reaching up to almost a straight line at the top of her prominent mount of Venus dividing it from her belly and dipping down between her thighs, but not concealing the pink lips of her long but tight cunt.
A radiant smile was on her face as the dance ended. Her enormous tits, hardly covered, heaved with the physical requirements of the act.
Phillip immediately handed her a glass of champagne. Frank was less controlled. It was obvious that the exhibition had excited him enormously. In a quick movement he was round the table, down on his knees, his head went under the leg extended to the table, his face came up between her thighs.
As she drank her champagne, Frank's lips glued themselves to her lovely gash. He slobbered over it, kissed it, sucked it, licked it. He was like a man from the desert finding water! The girl only continued to smile.
Phillip offered her a chair.
"Come and sit down, my dear. You will need to relax and you will need more than one glass to revive all that energy you have expended so beautifully for our delight."
She almost had to tear herself away from Frank's clasping mouth. She sat negligently in one of the deep chairs. Her glass was replenished as it was many times more. I decided to have a little say in the proceedings: "You are a very lovely woman and you dance magnificently. We are enjoying ourselves. Would you like all four of us to pay tribute to your intimacy in the most pleasant way that is to say with our kisses?"
She laughed out loud: "Oh you darlings-of course I would but... " and she looked at me with very clear open and direct eyes, "... especially you, you attract me."
Was the girl a lesbian?
I think not. I think she liked both men and women, that is to say, all sex. I discovered from small snatches of conversation later that her prime pleasure was in exhibiting herself, particularly in a lewd way. She adored every form of cunnilinctus, she masturbated herself and she fucked frequently. She was even more proud of her massive breasts than she was of her glorious tight cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Because of the compliment to me and the obvious attraction between us, I made up my mind on a course of action. She and I were going to have each other, but first I would have her. That must wait because the next and last session of that night of the Inner Circle was about to start. Nevertheless an arrangement was made as to how we could get in touch. Her name, or the name under which she went was Nona. I squeezed her hand. We said little but we both knew what we meant and what we intended.
The Bunny Girls were busy rearranging the room. They set the arm chairs round in a half circle facing the cinema screen. They put cushions on the floor in front of them. We sorted out our seats, man-girl-man- girl- , I noticed that many couples split up and men and girls took places next to different partners. We were now all settled. An obscene decorative design was thrown on the screen. Other fights were dimmed. The design was a weird conglomeration of cocks and cunts, breasts, open mouths, licking tongues, widespread legs. A soft voice came over a loud speaker. The husky yet girlish voice whispered but was yet quite distinct.
As she spoke the boys and girls filed back in, walking in a neat orderly line one after the other, a girl leading, a boy following and so on right down the line. The girl led them round the half circle in front of us.
She sat down on the cushion in front of the man on the extreme left, then the boy following did likewise and each continued until the two rows of us were complete.
Considering that there was probably no woman among us who had retained her knickers (this was proved by the litter of these lovely garments about the tables behind us) and that no man was covered in the front, the young teenagers had a pretty extensive view, particularly as most of us reclined with legs apart nearly surfeited with sex.
A boy I had not seen before sat in front of me. He was a little slim chap. He studied the picture on the screen in a serious sort of way as if to puzzle out all that it meant. Then he turned round and smiled. He touched my legs and ran his hand up to my wet slit, "I like this best," he said.
"That's nice of you, but watch the screen, they may have some interesting things to show us."
The husky girl's voice was coming over the microphone.
"We have had an exciting time tonight in the Inner Circle. Now you should relax, but before you depart until the next meeting you can watch as lazily as you like a new film which has just been received from the United States. It tells its own story of how it was produced."
We all lay back, a few roving hands fondled either between their owners own thighs or those of their partners, a few girls frigged themselves and a few men handled their own cocks. But in the main we were content to watch with pleasure already imparted into our wide spread thighs. The boys and girls eyes were glued on the screen, except for an occasional glance round to smile at the man or woman above them.
My youngster's eyes were glittering. His little penis was sticking out stiffly. He had a quick kiss at my pussy and then turned back to the screen. The diagrammatic display of sexual parts faded into a title page.
PART TIME ARTISTS WANTED
There is always a contract for those willing
Have you a beautiful body?
Are you virile?
Behind what was apparently a small advertisement came up a panorama of Hollywood and Beverly Hills to fade again into the reception room of a second rate film artist's agents office. A crowd of girls were waiting. Nothing doing for any sorts of part. The tough agent did not even bother to be polite, except to the ones of particularly good figure and face, and then only if they knew and showed that they knew their chief asset was in their bodies.
To these he said: "Nothing doing here, but Til give you an intro to Wide World. The fellow there falls for a smart girl if she's got your shape, so play him along."
The girls chosen took the cards and thanked him. At the Wide World they were received in friendly style: "Well, I tell you what my dear, I want to get a shot of an errant husband with a floozy. Go through to the dressing room, tart yourself up and you can play it through. I'll call the principal actor."
When the girl came back onto the set she had certainly done a good job. She looked exactly what she was suppose to be a tart. The director shouted: "Now just do this off the cuff, ad lib as much as you can but make sure you go into some good clinches." The pair of them responded and we had five minutes watching some very heated petting. The film cut back to the director's office. The usual big cigar was in his mouth. The girl who had acted the scene, somewhat disheveled stood in front of his desk.
"Not bad at all, my dear. I'll pay you off for that piece." He peeled off some notes. A happy smile came over the girl's face in appreciation, but it dropped in a moment when he said: "We shant be wanting any more of that for this film."
He paused: "But if you'd like something on the same lines, perhaps a bit hotter, go and see this friend of mine."
She thanked him for the card and for the money.
The scene moved on to the girl's room that evening, after she and the girl friend with whom she shared it had celebrated this addition to their finances. Slowly they shed their clothes, talking together slightly tipsily: "He was nice, you know."
"Well its easy for men."
"Yes I know, but when he kissed his tongue was lovely."
"I bet you gave him all of yours back."
"Well, of course I did."
"There's no harm in making cash the pleasant way."
"It's a pity the director hasn't another job for me. One is fine, but we'll want some more next week."
"He's given you another introduction. I've a damn good mind to come along with you and if you can't get work I'll try my luck."
"Would you? That's a good idea. Let's go tomorrow together. We can work out our clothes in the morning. Men fall for a display, and-we'd better give this new fellow a good show."
"Agreed, but now let's bath and have a little fun."
The two girls on the big screen gave a magnificent display of strip teasing, removing each garment in such a way as to show off some sensuous movement or display some aspect of their sexual attractiveness. As their movements continued the audience realised that these gestures were not directed at them but were designed between the girls, one for the other. Finally they were entirely nude, their breasts uplifted, their thighs slightly parted, the great bushes of their pubic hairs displayed to each other.
They ran through to the bathroom. We watched them on the film soaping and splashing each other in the steaming water. We noticed the amount of attention that they paid to each other's tits. We laughed while watching their washing of each other between the legs with hands and fingers splayed into cunt and bum.
They too on the screen were laughing and giggling and enjoying themselves. They dried each other, pressing their lovely great tits upwards to receive the towelling friction of the other. In turn each bent down, her breasts sagging out and with soft cloths dried carefully between the others thighs. The girls in the audience sighed. They knew how necessary it was for the gentle drying of their sexual parts. While the male can roughly rub himself dry, such treatment brings out the tender female lips and can become a pain instead of a pleasure.
Still naked, still laughing, shouting: "Fun tonight! We've got some fucking money and we're fucking well going to get some more!" They emerged on the screen from their bathroom, drained two glasses and threw themselves on the bed. Then the camera man had devised a wonderful trick.
The two girls locked together in a passionate kiss. The screen grew dimmer and while the girl's figures were still there the picture from inside their mouths was superimposed, showing their delving tongues. The whole screen appeared to diffuse, bodies rotated, while limbs enwrapped others in convulsive movement. The lighting on the screen increased again to full visibility to show the two girls reversed, faces uplifted above each others wide flung thighs. Their satanic smiles were accentuated by the licking of their lips, the glittering half closed eyes, the distended nostrils.
Their heads went down to each other's cunts. We saw the gulp of delight which each girl gave on the moment of clasping the lips of the other. We saw the cheek muscles work and realised that the outward thrust of a tongue was accompanied by the inward suck of soft flesh. Again the cameraman's art took over. The background of the two girl's bodies faded to the close-up of their cunts, with the penetrating tongues searching to please and to find the final spot of pleasure. We saw the little bud throbbing. The tongue was near it... it touched... it swayed around the bud, making certain... then the tongue began to lick hard at the lovely little female prick. Two lips came forward and sucked it in, so that the tongue could have full play.
Gradually and very slowly the screen reverted to its normal view of the girls as they then were, their mouths and tongues buried deep in each others cunts, their bottoms heaving to force themselves further into the frantic passion of their Lesbian lust.
Lighting changed on the film, a haze prevailed followed by a dawn. The sun rose high for the scene of the girl by herself reporting to the new studio to which her last had introduced her.
The man she saw first passed her on to another after looking at her card of introduction. He was a smooth young man who looked her over calmly but with the experienced eye of one accustomed to dealing in female flesh. Her final interview with the director was arranged. She had already learnt that the only way to get through the barrage of lesser men was to please them with her pictures and display of charms and not object to their wisecracks or roving hands. The director looked at her card: "I see you've done one bit piece recently of a petting scene and done it quite well. I might try you for a film we've got on the stocks at the moment. We want a scene a good deal hotter than the one you did for Sam. Do you think you could do that?"
"Oh yes, I think so; I'd be glad to have a try."
"Good girl-if you're prepared to play it warm I can pass you on to a man who wants a leading lady for some really hot stuff. But let's get on with it. Now, the scene is in a hay field. You're with your boy friend. You pet, you pet hot. I'll get the camera angles, all you've got to do is show what you've got, especially knickers and bra. Just behave normal as you would do when you're feeling like some alfresco fun and want to lead a man on."
They grinned at each other.
The scene on the set was played out in detail. The young couple lay down in the long grass, the kissing and fondling, hands creeping to sexual parts, legs entwining, skirts ruffled up, trousers opened, clawing hands and gasping mouths, all the little tricks that go on a thousand times every day in young hot petting love making.
It was delightful to watch, especially to us, a highly sophisticated audience. The kids at our feet enjoyed it even more, boys and girls joined together frigging each other's parts, playing with themselves and whispering at the various things of delight before their eyes. We were watching a film of the making of a film and, of course, could see the camera man, all the assistants and people about the set. In addition to the shots which we had on our screen we could see the ones taken from other angles, up the girl's legs, above her heaving tits, over her distorted lustful face and down over their writhing bodies.
Sufficient film was shot. The director called "Cut!" He turned to the girl: "Nice work. I'll be able to use that stuff. Trouble is, we don't need much of it. We can always fit in the bits needed to whatever we're making. But as you're O.K., Til tell you what to do. Take this card up to Peter Stevens at Private Studios-see I've written PSPS-he'll know what it means. He makes regular films for the blue market and you can get yourself a nice job there." The girl smiled. So this is what it had all been working up to test her out well she didn't mind if she went the whole hog if there was money in it!
By subtle means, innuendo and conversation between the girl and her friend it was clear that they both were not only willing but wanted to get a place in the PSPS studios in leading roles. They decided to do the thing in a big way. The preliminaries had provided plenty of cash-now came a better pay off. We saw the young voluptuous girls dressing themselves.
Tiny tight suspender belts strapped to nylon stockings with accentuated black lines leading from heel to half thigh length. A close-up of their buttocks showed that these black lines were a series of little arrows pointing upwards as an invitation to investigate into the female portions above. Little black lace knickers nestling over the lips of their quims but not hiding the mass of sex hair; shoes with such high heels their legs were braced to throw out their sexual parts while making their bottoms sway at every movement. The dressing went on with care and with design.
The next stage for the girl who had actually to take the interview was to display her breasts. They had decided during this time that the one would attempt to get the job first, and if it paid off well then the other could work her way in later. So all was concentrated on the first girl we had seen in the film. Neither the title scripts nor the sound track had indicated their identities or names. She stood now with tiny panties encasing her rounded hips, long slim strong legs encased in sheer stockings, supported by four black lace straps. Naked from the waist up, her tremendous breasts wobbled from side to side and jumped upwards with her every movement. They were firm and hard but their very weight carried them downwards. She took from her dressing table drawer a broad double halter. The first circle was of elastic silk. Carefully she pulled it over her head, eased it over her breasts and its greatest stretch and allowed it to clasp her. immediately under the rounded globes. The tight strap underneath and pressing up into her tits accentuated their prominence but the second part of the halter was yet to be adjusted.
It was attached to the circular belt exactly between each lovely breast, vertically below each jutting nipple, but was designed to encircle the breasts forcing them upwards, outwards and together. The halter encircled the breasts, went over the girl's shoulders and was fastened to the retaining horizontal strap. The result was that these enormous tits were quite naked but were forced into the most prominent possible position of display.
A little light wool frock was chosen. Slightly too small for the girl's figure, it had to be eased on and stretched over the curves of her body. The skirt was short and the material had the advantage of tending to ride up on sitting down or taking any unusual movement. The little frock had a square neck, low cut, covering the jutting nipples, but doing nothing to hide the enormous curves above or the great tight valley between the outstanding breasts. All this was shown in detail.
We revelled in the exhibition and had little doubt that the film would show her having success at PSPS! The scene shifted to her entrance to the studios. A young man escorted her to an office with the name 'Chief Executive' on the door. She went in. You saw the sway of her bottom. The screen reverted to a symbolic sequence of sexual images while the voices of the girl and the Chief Executive came through on the sound track.
"I have had the most delightful reports of your work, my dear. Are you willing to play any parts?"
"Oh yes, certainly, I can throw myself into any part as may be required."
"That's the point. We produce some wonderful pictures, but they are not for exhibition in public cinemas. However, they are just as profitable and just as important... have a drink my dear, and a cigarette. You're looking charming and just the type we need and I may say, I like."
"Thanks-I like the good things of life!"
"And all the naughty things, as well?"
"Yes-the naughty things are usually the nicest."
"Not only that, they can get a girl somewhere!"
The scene faded and now the girl was on the set and in action. Fully dressed she was in the arms of a husky fine bodied man who was completely naked. His erect tool pressed against her loins, his hands cupped her breasts. He tilted her head back and buried his tongue in her mouth. All this was in close-up.
She heaved towards him, grasping his prick: "Let me get my knickers off," she gasped.
"More than that," he replied. "Strip your frock and then I have a surprise for you!"
As she peeled off her light woolen garment there came into view the figure of a strapping Black, smiling and excited, as one could see by the enormity of his prick.
"Lie down, Bwambo, on your back, you shall have your pleasure presently."
The man took the now naked (except for stockings and shoes) girl in his arms and played with her bubbies and forced his hand between her thighs. She gave ready response. He led, almost carried her over onto the floor so that her face was in line with the Black's swollen testicles and erect prick. He spreadeagled her out on her back and presented his red cock to her cunt lips.
"First of all we will fuck. I want to make you happy. Then when I have fucked you, you can do what you like with our Bwambo. You can use his prick or any other part of him for whatsoever pleasure you desire. Is that alright with you?"
"Lovely," she replied, and spread her legs, one hand guiding the man's prick to her cunt, the other groping and finding the immense member of the Black. She was then fucked... fucked hard ..". her own arse forced upwards to receive the strokes. Both her hands were required now to seize her lover. She tore at his shoulder blades, forcing him to the maximum activity. She was mad with lust and with knees doubled up around him kicked into the small of his back with her heels. This was lust, undisguised lust.
We spectators stirred in our seats. Had it not been for our own precious excesses we should have all been all over each other in sexual transport. As it was the soft handling of each other and of individuals by themselves continued apace but with added delight.
As for the children, they had lost all control. Little boys were mounted on girls, while their heads were turned to not miss anything on the screen. The film showed in the finest details the process of the fuck. The camera went close to the lustful open mouthed faces of the two participants, tongues interlocked, saliva running from one to the other. It panned down their writhing bodies, took in the heaving hips of the male, went down to a close up of the girl's cunt enveloping his cock, the soft folds sucking it into her after each partial withdrawal. It stayed on a steady shot as they heaved in their orgasm. It was like seeing a volcano erupt, the sperm not only spurted into her but mingling with her juices, it splayed out of her orifice around his tool, dribbling down their entwined legs.
He released her. She sighed: "Lovely-don't go-I want some more!" He hauled her to her feet.
"No... enjoy yourself with-that," he panted, pointing at the huge black prick of the negro. The girl gazed down at him. She stood astride his recumbent form over his ankles. He stared upwards at her spunk-bedewed cunt. She stepped forward over his penis, which gave a jerk of anticipation, but the girl had other ideas. She stepped forward again, once, twice, slowly she lowered her drenched divide onto the man's face. His head rose to meet it. His thick lips opened and covered the whole of the slimy surface with his love kisses. Before it reached him he extended his thick long tongue, guided her down on to it and it slid up into her sopping cunt as easily as a knife into butter. His great lips surrounded her pussy and sucked at the soft flesh.
At this moment we were all startled. The film went out and the lights went on. Madame was standing in front of the screen. She held up her hand for silence and spoke in a calm, controlled voice.
"I must apologize for interrupting the film like this. Don't be alarmed. We have just received word that within ten minutes there will be a police inspection. It is not necessary for anyone to leave, but I'm afraid the film must stop and we must all try and look very respectable, as though we were just having a drink. If we do not think it wise to continue tonight, everyone will be issued what the American's call a 'Rain Check.' "
