One of the most unusual of the current crop of modern erotica, "In The Bag" is the first novel of the young Australian writer, Dick Bookman. Upon its publication it was considered the most sensationally revealing document yet to be published on the sexual and other perversions commonly practised in everyday life by the average individual. As could be expected, the book was promptly banned from the London bookstalls, where it was enjoying a vigorous sale. Continental collectors of the unusual in modern erotica managed to retrieve a sufficient number of copies for their libraries to insure eventual reprint.
Stories of sex escapades and eccentricities of well-known people appearing in the daily press testify to the fact that truth may be stranger than fiction. As an example, some comments by the famous psychoanalyst, Dr. S. Scymanski, taken from his actual case history files, will be found pertinent: "Miss Jean L. was a college freshman when she had a traumatic psychological experience in '... His name was Mac and he was very aggressive, always calling me at all hours for a date. I finally went to a movie with him thinking he would leave me alone after that.
'Well, I really wasn't prepared for what happened and Mac gave me the shock of my life. We were sitting in the balcony of the movie. Right then and there he calmly took his prick out and reached over for my hand to put on it. Before I ever knew what he was doing, I had his penis in my hand. It was stiff, hot and throbbed in my hand like a living thing.
'He leaned towards me and said, "Suck it baby, give me a good blow." Then he took my hand and began moving it up and down on his prick. It sort of aroused me to have that hot dick in my hand, and I let him use my wrist to move it up and down. He asked me to suck it a few times but I kept saying no, but still kept my hand moving up and down his prick.
'Suddenly I heard him catch his breath and groan. He came all over my hand and it was running down his pants.
'Later, on the way home he took out his prick again in the car. This time he pushed my head down in his lap and practically rammed his prick down my throat. I was afraid and sucked him off until he came in my mouth. Strangely enough, I found that I liked the sensation very much.' The reader will find his personal self-analysis and problems benefiting from a greater awareness of current sex practices as described in this book. Continental Classics is presenting this dramatic story in its complete and unexpurgated Recommended only for the graduate student or mature adult reader.
-Allan Saunders, M.A.
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
Usually when my wife went across to her sisters for the evening I took Stevie, our dog out for his walk quite early in the evening and then went to bed and enjoyed a good book until she came home. This particular evening I wanted to watch a play on television and so it must have been getting on for ten-thirty when at last I decided to give Stevie his regular exercise.
Strange how fate can play tricks on one. Nine times out of ten I would have gone to the park, but as it was so late and the park would surely be closed, I decided to take a walk round the old quarry fields, making a circular trip which would take me normally about half an hour. It was not until I got near the field in which the quarry was situated that I realized that I should have to pass several parked cars in the lane leading to the field. No doubt the lovers in the cars would take little notice of a man with his dog. They would be too busy with their fucking to notice anyone. It was the third or fourth car that I passed that seemed to ring a bell with me. A large American type flashy car, I had seen it before. Aha, yes, I remember. Jean had been brought home from the office one day in this car. It had belonged to one of the firms bosses.
Dirty old devil, I thought to myself, a man of his age parked up this lonely lane. Probably got some poorly paid typist or clerk in the back of the oar with him. It was at this time that Stevie decided to race off back down the lane and rather than have to pass the parked cars again I stepped into the field behind the hedge and made my way back that way. It was While I was passing the big American car that I heard something that made me halt in my tracks - something that made a cold chill grip my spine. It was only a soft laugh, a woman's laugh, but it was the little laugh I know so well, it was Jean's laugh, my wife's... but surely I must be mistaken.
As if to give me little room for doubt, the front door of the car opened just as I was peering carefully through the hedge. There she was, Jean my attractive wife, getting out of the car and slipping into the back door of the large sedan. I caught the sight of her lovely nyloned legs as she literally scurried from the front into the back of the car. A hefty fat portly figure followed her more slowly. I knew the outline of that overfed pompous body. It was old Barnaby, one of the bosses.
As luck would have it, the car was parked very close to the hedge. I knew that in the darkness I must be quite invisible to the occupants and so by moving closer into the hedge I could see right into the room-like interior of the back of the sedan.
I saw him take her in his fat arms. She made not the slightest sign of resisting him and I saw .them kissing. The thought of this vile, old man even touching my wife made me feel sick, but to actually witness his kissing her, was almost too much for me. I restrained the urge to break out from my hiding place and make my presence known. I would not like Jean to suspect for a moment that I was spying on her and who could expect her to believe that it was an accident that I came across them like this?
From where I -half-stooped, half-leant forward in the thick hedge, I had Barnaby's back to me. This meant that Jean was facing me and I had a good view of her face as they kissed. I saw quite unmistakably her mouth open to allow his tongue to enter and to probe to her very throat.
The old man was quickly out of breath and I saw that he was the one to end the kiss. He broke his lips away from hers and, as the door window was slightly down an inch or so at the top, I was able to hear what was being said.
"What time does your husband expect you home dear?" I heard him ask.
"Oh there's no hurry, Mr. Barnaby," my wife answered, "I expect Bill will be asleep by the time I get in. He goes to bed and reads and always falls asleep. "That's good." I saw him snuggle closer as he spoke softly to her. I had to try and heave myself upwards and look down into the car to see what was happening. I saw he had his hand under the waist edge of Jean's new jumper I had bought her for her last birthday. He was slowly getting the blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and she was making no effort to stop him. It took him a moment or so to get enough of the jumper free to slide his hand under it and by the bulge that showed where his hand was going I knew he would mould his palm over her right titty.
I knew very well from experience just how much Jean enjoyed having her tits touched. I knew by the way this old man was jerking the hand under her jumper that he also knew how to rouse her to a state of sexuality. I could distinctly hear her sighing with pleasure and I could plainly see that she was twisting the upper part of her body, pushing her tits against his hand and encouraging him to fondle her even more so in the region of her tits.
He withdrew his hand and I thought he had finished touching her in this way, but he had only brought his hand down in order to use both hands to drag her jumper right up to her neck almost. His hands moved to her tits, his fingers pushing inside the bra cup and forcing the thin protecting nylon brassiere to give way and flop upwards freeing the huge titties. Like two huge spiders, I saw his hands move and feel all over the white flesh of her tits and then I saw my wife's hands go to the nape of his neck and try and pull his face down towards her big breasts.
"Oh... please Mr. Barnaby... please," I heard her muttering "suck them for me please. Bill always sucks them for me... please suck them... suck them."
I heard him muttering, "You like your bus- band sucking your tits my dear don't you? Now you see if I can suck them better for you." He bent his face and I heard Jean give a loud gasping "OOOHAAAA" as he dragged the nipple outwards in his lips until her oval tit was shaped like an elongated balloon. He put both hands up to cradle the stretched titty and then holding it in that elongated shape in his palm he sucked at the aroused nipple as if his life depended on it.
I did not have to be told just how such a sucking of her nipple would effect Jean. In the dark shadows of the car, I saw her shapely leg jerking upwards, first her right leg then her left would sort of weave in the air as in her excitement she began to writhe. I saw that her skirt had ridden well up her thighs and even from where I was I could see the darker shade of the reinforced tops of her nylons and then now and again a glimpse of the whiteness of her thighs.
I was not surprised when I saw him release her swollen tits and reach down to ease her skirt even higher up her legs. I saw him looking down at her body. I could not see too well that far down into the back of the car, but I guessed that with her skirt so far up she was allowing him to see not only her bare thighs but possibly her cunt as well.
If only I could get a little higher and look down more into the car. Carefully I heaved myself up by reaching a firm branch above me. Not too comfortable but high enough to see what I wanted, I now peered through the darkness into the back seat of the large sedan. Jean was wearing her white nylon panties and these showed up splendidly in the dimness of the car.
She was showing all of her panties to this horny old devil.
"You have lovely legs my dear," I heard this devil mutter.
"Yes Mr. Barnaby. Bill is always telling me what nice legs I have. He is always admiring them."
"It would be a sin only to let one man enjoy the sight of such lovely limbs my dear," the old man went on, "even if that man is your husband. Such lovely legs are means to be seen and admired by many men."
The filthy old devil I thought. But what Jean had said was perfectly true. I was always telling her what lovely shapely legs she had but I did not tell her this so that she would show them off to men like this fat old Barnaby. And she had told me she was going to visit her sister!
It was then that Jean did something that made me almost fall from my perch. I saw the whiteness of her hand descend to the front of the old boy's trousers.
"You can feel how your legs excite me can't you my dear," the old fellow murmured.
Jean laughed, that little laugh I knew so well and which had attracted me to this car in the first place. "Your prick does feel large, Mr. Barnaby," she replied.
They both laughed and I saw his hands feeling all round her nylon sheathed knees and just above.
I began to wonder just how far she was going to let him go, how much longer this petting session was going to continue? She was certainly making no effort to stop his hands from getting as high as her naked thigh flesh as possible, and then to my utter astonishment, I saw her fingers beginning to fumble at his fly. There could be only one answer to what she was trying to do. Almost as the thought struck me, I saw a flash of whiteness, a long thick prick was jutting up from his gaping fly. I saw my wife's cool fingers encircling the prick and gently massaging it just as she did to me when we were in bed together and preparing to fuck.
Surely this back-seat petting would not go much further? I saw him dive his hand higher up her body. What was he up to now? When I saw her wriggle first on to her right buttock and then to the left, I knew what was going on - her was easing her panties down her thighs. Yes, now I could see plainly the white nylon pair of panties that were being drawn down her legs. I saw one rounded knee rise and then the other as she slipped her feet from the intimate garment that old Barnaby had pushed right down to her ankles. Now my wife was in the back of that car with this old man without her pants on!
He was feeling her legs again. I knew that this time he would not stop at her fleshy thighs, and I was right - a strange not unpleasant sensation swept through me as I watched the hand of another man move up between my wife's thighs. I saw his fat hand resting right up against her cunt-hair. My wife has quite a good quantity of hair at her pussy, and by the way he was delving and poking with his fingers, I knew he was parting this coarse hair and finding her cuntlips to touch. He must have been an expert, for almost at once Jean started to writhe and moan. Usually it took me about ten minutes to get her in this state that old Barnaby had accomplished immediately. I saw her hand flashing up and down on his immense prick. She was jerking him off, and in such circumstances this could mean only one thing - she wanted to be fucked.
The next words I heard from that rear seat left no doubt in my mind what was to follow. "Have you got a rubber dear," I heard Jean ask.
He gave a deep sigh. "Must I wear one?" he replied.
"Yes you know you must. I can't take any chances. I told you that last time," Jean went on.
So this was not the first time fucking had taken place with old Barnaby then. "It's in my trouser pocket Jean," he said. "Get it out and put it on me if you insist we use one."
I saw Jean reaching into his side pocket of his trousers. The next moment an empty Trojan envelope floated out of the partly opened window and I watched it fall to the ground. By the time I focused my eyes into the dimness of the car, Jean had slid the thin latex rubber sheath down over that huge penis that seemed to be getting larger all the time.
I saw Jean leaning back into the soft deep seat of the car and with her legs wide apart, was helping the bulky fat torso of her elderly companion ease himself over on top of her. I saw her hand go down to the front of his paunchy stomach, just like she did with me, her husband. She was going to clasp that penis and guide it home. I saw the old fat body suddenly collapse downwards, I knew that he had felt her cunt grip his penis head and then he let his full weight fall on her to drive every last inch of his prick into her waiting, wet cunt.
Jean gave a sudden gasp followed by the one long drawn out word - "Darlingggg". It sent a cold chill through me to hear my wife saying that word to this old man. A cold chill, yes, but also a pang of strange lustful, thrill shot through me.
I realized I had witnessed and allowed my attractive wife to fuck this elderly man. I had not made a move to stop it. Not a sound had come from me to prevent this fucking from taking place - and now it was too late, far too late to do- anything about it - except to continue to watch, and secretly to enjoy.
Even the springs of this heavy and well-built car made sounds as the old man rode my wife with fast and furious lunges. Then as if by some hidden bond, the body of the old man stopped moving. As suddenly as he had begun to fuck he had stopped.
"Please, please, darling," I heard my wife pleading. "Don't tease me again tonight. Please, I haven't got too much time."
Barnaby laughed at her, and to my surprise withdrew his steaming prick and slowly eased the slime covered rubber off his cock and threw it out of the window. It landed near the discarded Trojan envelope on the ground beside the car.
"You told me your husband would be asleep so it didn't matter how long we took," he was telling her, and then he went on. "Tell me dear, does your husband ever get you to suck him, you know suck him here?" As he spoke he arched his prick at her. The meaning was all too clear.
To my horror and my astonishment, I saw Jean bend her head and placed her face near his rearing penis. Then with open mouth, she engulfed the complete head and sucked at it for a moment or so before releasing it. Looking up into his lust-stricken face she said, "Is that what you wanted me to do. Do you like that Mr. Barnaby?"
He nodded, his expression gave proof of the pleasure he was enjoying. He reached his fat belly at her and with one hand at the back of her neck, he was trying to make her resume the sucking of his prick. I saw her stick out her tongue and lick all round the swollen, purplish head and then with wide open lips she sucked the head into her mouth again and gave every indication that she was making a meal of it. She was finding the task pleasant and stimulating to her aroused passions.
I could hardly believe what I was watching - Jean who had but once or twice ever done this sort of thing to me, her own husband, during three years of married life, was actually willingly sucking this grotesque prick. Her cheeks blew out and then hollowed, out and hollowed as she gave this penis as good a sucking as any experienced whore could have done and I had doubts as to whether the old man would be able to resist shooting his load into my wife's mouth and throat.
I think Jean must have been afraid of this happening as well, for she suddenly came up a-way from his lap and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her wrist was dragged down from her face and I heard Barnaby mutter, "let me kiss it away Jean, here, kiss me." I saw his mouth open wide devouring Jean's mouth with a long, passionate, and I suspect tonguey, kiss for several minutes.
When at last they broke away I saw that Jean had taken another rubber from his pocket and was already sliding it down over his huge, stiff penis. She was anxious to have that thrill giving prick in her cunt again. I could tell that by the way she hurried and her hands trembled as she drew the thin silky rubber sheath down the throbbing prick.
Again his bulk covered her, his weight squashed her down on that car seat and I knew he was giving her his huge cock again. I saw her hands move up round his hefty shoulders, her fists clenched together as she hugged him to her. She was jerking his loins up to meet his thrusts, there was going to be no withdrawing this time if she had her way, that much was clear. A really frantic fucking was taking place on that back seat now, and I was thankful Jean had insisted on him wearing a rubber or surely he would have given her a 'baby if he had come freely into her.
With me, she rarely spoke during our fuck-sessions but now she was behaving quite differently. Her mouth was near his ear and I could hear her words quite easily. "Darlinggg" she was muttering, "your prick is so big, I feel it right inside me... It's wonderfully strong, darling... so big... so thick darling."
"You like me fucking you Jean don't you?" I heard him replying, "Let me hear you say you like it dear."
"Ohhaaahaaaa. yes... YES... I love being fucked by you... harder... harder... fuck me... ohmmmm... it's wonderful. It's a real fuck... a real hard fucking that I adore... ragaaa."
I had never heard my wife so horny or have her behave in this way. It thrilled me as well as shocked me and then I knew it was all over. A fierce flurry, a sudden tensing of their bodies and now they were relaxing. I saw them climbing over the seat into the front of the car. Just before the engine was started and the car pulled away a flimsy transparent object was thrown out of the window - it was the used rubber.
As soon as the red rear lights of the car had gone from view I carefully made my way down out of the hedge and picked up the wet and still warm rubber sheath. I held it to my lips and my nostrils. The unmistakable odor of "come" was all about that small talisman of my wife's infidelity. Not that I could have recognized that it had been in my wife's cunt from the odor. All cunts when in heat smell the same. I held the warm sheath by the tip and allowed the slimy contents to slither out and then carefully I inserted my tongue to taste and savour that old man's come. It was thick, slimy and very warm. A strange feeling went through me. I wished that Jean had not insisted on her lover wearing this rubber. I wished this warm wet fluid had been ejaculated into her body. I held the rubber by the open end now and made the sperm slither back to the tip. Tying a knot in the neck of the sheath I pocketed it. I meant to keep it as a reminder of Jean's act with this old man.
I suddenly remembered Stevie the dog. The poor brute must have found his own way home by now, and so, too, would Jean. However, I would say I had been out looking for the dog, that I had lost the beast and had spent an hour or so trying to find him.
By the time I had walked home Jean had arrived. She had washed and changed into her night gown and was ready for bed. Little did she know that I had watched her fuck an old man during the last hour. Neither did she know that in my trouser pocket was the rubber she had so recently slid down old Barnaby's hard cock before it fucked her. These thoughts gave me a fierce erection but I purposely did not fuck my wife's cunt. From now on I was going to keep her short of fuck satisfaction from me. I had secretly derived terrific gratification from watching her in that car and I wanted to have plenty more opportunities of seeing her misbehave herself. If I kept her without my cock, surely she would seek it elsewhere. Not only with Barnaby, but with men that I was going to put her way. There was a certain old businessman I knew. I had for months been trying to get a good contract signed by him. He was a filthy minded old devil and I thought that with the opportunity of letting him sample the cunt of my attractive wife, the contract would certainly come my way and earn me the much needed commission from my firm.
CHAPTER TWO
It was not hard to arrange for Abraham to be alone with Jean at our house. An evening appointment which at the last moment I pretended I could riot keep and the elderly man was alone with Jean in our house. I knew him for the horny evil old devil he was, and with Jean starved for my prick for several weeks, I knew that it would be almost a sure thing that they would get together.
Making my way back to the house and letting myself in silently through the back door I tiptoed to the hall and peered through the half open door of the den.
Jean had poured drinks and was still apologizing for my enforced absence. They were both seated on the couch, and although it was a large one, I noticed that when the little man moved closer to her she did not move away. When she reached out her hands to take the empty glass from him he playfully kept hold of her fingers. She took the glass in the other hand and placed it on the small table beside the couch, allowing him to continue to hold her other hand. I saw Abraham's other hand slide down to my wife's nylon-sheathed knee. She smiled at him. She did not move her knee and she did not try and stop him in any way. So far my attractive wife and this ugly little bastard were getting on well together. I saw him edge ever closer to her, at the same time his fat hand moved visibly up higher up her leg. I lost sight of his hand. It was well up under Jean's dress - that much was certain.
Leaning back on the broad couch, he slipped his hand round her waist and drew her back with him. This movement caused the hand that was under her dress hem to rise even higher up her leg. She turned her face towards his. It may have been in protest, but I don't think so. Whatever the reason the little man took the opportunity to press his thick lips to her mouth and kissed her passionately. To my surprise I saw her push his hand down from under her dress while the kiss was in progress. He did not try and replace it but instead used both podgy hands to fondle her titties through her clothing.
I couldn't help wondering how my pretty wife liked having the thick ugly lips of this man against her mouth. But from her reactions, and the way she was willingly kissing him, she was not finding them all that unpleasant.
Being in the dress trade, the little whore-master had no difficulty in finding the zipper to Jean's dress and within a few moments he had the dress so far undone that he was able to get her brassiered tits out and then to get the tight fitting bra cup loosened so that he could touch and fondle her naked titties. Ten minutes passed, and the young attractive wife and this elderly ugly chap were still embracing and kissing in this heated fashion.
Starved for fucking as she was for so many weeks I knew that Jean would not be content with kissing. Once the love play got this far, I knew you would go on with it despite the physical unattractiveness of her companion.
Jean was well aware of the expression of lust that gleamed in the little man's face. She was also more than slightly interested in that great bulge at the front of his expensive and well cut suit. Abraham saw where her excited gaze was directed. He unbuttoned his fly and allowed her admiring eyes to gaze at ten inches of prick. I had never realized the little man could move so fast. In a flash, he was looming over on top of Jean, heaving her legs apart his squat broad body, almost completely hiding her from my view. I saw him grovelling about with her underclothing. I knew what he was doing, he was pulling aside the crotch of her panties and after easing his heavy stomach off her a few inches, he guided his great crimson domed cock toward her moist cunt.
I heard Jean gasp as that fat prick was gouged in between her cuntlips. I knew this was what she wanted. With severe thrusts, he was giving her more and more huge prick to bury in her cunt. I realized that there had been no mention of a protective contraceptive this time. Jean was too hot to worry. Her lecherous lover was certainly not going to worry about such trifles as protecting the womb of this pretty young housewife.
This broad little fellow lay panting on top of my wife. He was so broad that he was almost twice the width of her and it seemed grotesque to have his body squatted on top of hers, kept there by the tension of his great prick that her cunt had greedily accepted.
I wondered how she liked the feel of this massive cock jammed and stuffed hard up into her. As far as I knew this was the first circumcised prick she had ever had to touch her body, and I wonder if it felt any different to her?
The broad, fat ass began to heave up and down on top of her. I saw her long shapely nylon-sheathed legs wrap themselves over his calves and her arms entwined round his fat neck. Jean had wanted a fuck so badly that she came almost at once, bathing that strong prick in the sweet, silky lubricant of her come juice. I saw her mouth drop open, her head was thrown back as the act of a much needed fuck began to thrill her. I listened to the grunting and panting of the old fellow as he fucked away at my wife. I saw his hands sliding under her ass to clasp fistfuls of her asscheeks. Jean could not help but grunt and moan in return to the hard strong thrusts of this huge prick. I saw Jean's hips rotating, her belly heaving up and down. She was really enjoying the insertion of this fat circumcised prick into her cunny. I saw her face was covered with sweat. Her legs had slipped up to cross over his back now instead of just his calves, she was giving herself completely to him and his domed dick. I heard her grunt like a stuffed pig as with furious jerks he emptied his balls into her body. I knew that without the protecting rubber Jean would be experiencing the hot wet flow of his sperm flushing out her womb. I suspected that the little guy with the heavy balls were capable of giving his women plenty of rich semen and Jean was having every last drop drained into her clutching sucking cunt.
I was surprised when the man, after withdrawing his penis from my wife, continued to lay on top of her. They lay there breathing heavily and then at last they straightened up and to my amazement I saw that he had renewed his fierce erection. The sight of his great prick apparently took Jean by surprise as well. A very pleasant surprise, no doubt for she at once began to handle his great cock. He stood up and standing close to the couch where she still lay half sprawled, he brought his huge prickhead to her face. He nodded down towards his inflamed head. "Suck me" he muttered. There could be no mistaking what he meant.
Jean shook her head, "No, I don't want to do that" she murmured.
He kept his great prick close to her face. "I think you will in a minute" he said quietly. He knew more about my wife's sexuality than I did, for to my surprise she shortly took hold of the head of his huge prick. I watched her sucking avidly at the purple head and the way he kept his hands at the back of her neck, I sensed that he was going to try and make her suck him off.
In this I was correct. A few minutes later my wife was choking on a mouthful of thick sperm. He kept her there on the couch by sheer force and made her swallow every drop he had jetted into her mouth before letting her race from the den to the bathroom to rinse her mouth out. By the time she got to the door of the den. I was safely out of sight in an adjoining room. It had been an entertaining evening.
CHAPTER THREE
It was during one of her husband's frequent visits to the North on business, trips which kept him away for at least one night and sometimes two or three, that Jean had her sexual education further increased. She had been doing some late evening shopping and after returning home eager for a refreshing gin and tonic she was annoyed to find the gin decanter was empty and there were no more full bottles in the wine box which Bill kept under the stairs.
She intended to slip down to the local pub and have one drink in the saloon, and after buying a bottle of gin, return home. Once inside the warm stuffy and friendly atmosphere of the pub, she decided to have a second drink and then a third. Half an hour before closing time, found her still seated comfortably in the bar. Beside her an older woman had seated herself and the two women were in friendly conversation. Jean was not to know that this new friend was a most lecherous prostitute and already two men were eyeing the two of them, thinking of course that Jean was like her companion - on the make.
"Look at those old devils up at the bar" her companion whispered to Jean. "They have had their eyes on us for the last twenty minutes." Before Jean could stop her the woman had taken hold of her dress and drawn it up well above Jean's knees. "Give them something to look at dearie" the woman muttered with a laugh. "You've got a good pair of legs, show them off a bit."
The heat of the pub and the drinks had made Jean feel light-headed and happy. She laughed with her new friend and made no attempt to pull her dress down to a more respectable position. The men at the bar saw right up her legs to the narrow garter belt and the sheer whiteness of her thighs above her nylon stocking tops.
No man could want a better "come-on" sign and the two with the roaming eyes came across to where Jean and her companion sat. One of the men was quite a well dressed and nicely spoken individual. Jean's companion quickly engaged him in conversation. The other man, a much rougher type, squeezed himself in between Jean on the short seat, and keeping his eyes on her exposed knees and the thighs above, slid one arm round her waist and ignored her half-hearted protest at his freshness.
"You've got a nice pair of pins" he mumbled to her. "How much d'ya want to... " His voice trailed off for at this point Jean's companion rose, and after a whispered conversation with her man friend, went off arm in arm with him towards the door.
Jean did not want to be left there on her own and quickly rose from the seat and followed them. By the time they reached the bar door and passed outside into the narrow alley at the side of the pub the roughneck was right behind Jean, surprising her by slipping him arm round her waist from behind.
She turned and tried to wrench herself free. "What do you think you are doing," she snapped at him, alarmed that he was not letting her go but instead was pushing her further along the alley away from the end that led to the roadway. A few yards further up the quiet alley her pub-friend was with her man friend. Her back to the wall she was allowing the man to kiss her and at the same time feel under her skirt with both hands.
"Come on, don't try anything funny with me," Jean's roughneck was saying, "be like your friend, be nice and friendly like. Here's two bucks, now let's have a feel."
Jean found two notes pushed into her hand, the hot hands of this man were already feeling up her legs. She couldn't repress a shudder at the sensation of his hands touching the bareness of her thighs. She looked along the alley, she saw her pub friend had her man's trouser front undone and while she watched she saw the two hands of the woman drag his penis out into view. Just like the other woman, Jean was being pushed with her back against the wall, the hot hands were fondling all round her legs, making her tremble with this sensual awakening. As if in a dream she put her hands to the front of her companion's trousers. The greatest bulge possible to imagine met her clasping fingers. She could not stop her fingers from shaking as she undid his fly and actually got her hands on that massive prick. "That's better" she heard him gasp. "What was all that snooty standoffish bit about when I followed ya out here?"
She could not trust herself to reply. She felt his hands touching her panties, his thick fingers smoothing over the nylon material and actually trying to stick fingers in the crotch.
"You wear nice things," he muttered. "I can feel your panties are real class. How about an all nighter? How much will ya take for the night then?"
Jean hardly knew what to say, she knew she could really smack this coarse man's face and hurry from the alley back to the lighted street, but she did not move. She was panting from his lewd touchings and her fingers massaged his huge prick that seemed to be getting thicker and hotter while she handled it.
He reached down and took hold of her wrists. "Don't jerk it too much if you are going to have an all nighter with me. Will ya come back to my place if I gives ya another three bucks then?"
She did not answer but taking her lack of objection to mean she agreed he took her by the arm and, before she realized what was happening, he was taking her out from the alley into the street and heading off in the opposite direction to where she lived.
"Is it far" she managed to mutter.
"No, dear, not far. Down in Greenish Street, near the train yard. I share a two roomed flat with me brother and his wife. You don't mind fucking in company do ya?" he added with a laugh as his grip tightened round her waist.
Jean had heard of the area near the train yards. It was slums, due to come down for the last ten years, and most of the houses were empty and derelict. In fact when they arrived at her new friend's place, she found that although they had the whole house, as he had said, they lived in the only two rooms that were anywhere near safe enough to be used as dwellings. One room was a kitchen and sitting room, while the adjoining room served as a bedroom.
"Here's Arthur" an elderly man called out as Jean and her escort came into the kitchen.
"This is Fred, my brother." The man introduced Jean to this grimy old fellow in his braces and shirtsleeves. A woman, in a real dirty dress and coarse, came in from the next room. "This is Martha, me sister-in-law" Arthur explained. "What's yer name dearie, ya didn't tell me did ya?"
"It's Jean... Jean." The embarrassed young wife wished she could escape through the floor but the door was shut and she had heard her companion slip the bolt on the front door when they had come through.
"Your nice to be in on the game in these parts dearie," Martha said to Jean who was getting more and more embarrassed all the time. "You're the best piece that horny old brother-in-law of mine has brought back here for a long time. "How much you charge the old sod?"
"Three, no, I think five dollars," Jean stammered, not even sure what sum they had agreed on before she had been whisked along to this filthy hole.
"You want to get up West dearie, get in some of the clubs and get some bigger money with a body like yours dearie," Martha went on. "Oil blimey, Arthur, can't you leave 'er a-lone for a minute?"
Arthur had come up close behind Jean and slipped his arms round her, his hands fondled her tits and then Martha went on, her face creased in a leer. "I suppose we can't blame the old devil, you've got lovely tits dear and after all he bought ya hasn't he?"
Bought... the meaning of the word suddenly struck home. Jean was horrified, ashamed and disgusted with herself. And yet those hands moulding and squeezing her titties in silent adoration were thrilling her, making her want him to keep on touching her. Certainly not helping her to repulse him.
She saw Martha helping her husband to his feet. Fred must have been ten years older than his brother and he hobbled closer to Jean and bent to peer without trace of shame or embarrassment at her knees. Martha came across also and taking hold of Jean's skirt lifted the hem so that her old man could see the lovely, well-fleshed thighs.
The woman smiled at Jean. "Just let the old devil have a look at yer pins dearie. It's a He can't afford to pay, but while you's here, yea He can't afford to pay, but while you's here, yes might as well let him 'ave 'is share of looking." She slipped her arm round the bent shoulders of her husband. "You are a lucky old sod Fred," she murmured. "We are going to have this lovely woman sleeping in our room tonight with your Arthur, and if you promise to give me a good fuck I will let you watch her being fucked."
Jean trembled. Not only from the realization that she was intended to sleep with Arthur in the same bedroom as his brother and his wife but from the way this old man suddenly reached out and pinched her bare flesh above her stockings. His fondling hands were quickly followed by his mouth, dropping to his knees he pressed his face against her bare thighs, kissing and slobbering at the flesh above her stockings and below the lacey edge of her panties.
Martha let Jean's skirt fall back into place, leaving the head of the old man still underneath it. "Don't worry about my old man dearie," Martha muttered, "he is harmless. He's got no money for ya but let 'im have a little bit of pleasure eh?"
With two hands moulding her tits continually and now a hot, heavily-breathing face up under her skirt, Jean didn't know if she was on her head or her heels. Arthur had his face close to hers, "We must get in the bedroom soon dearie," he muttered. "I haven't got any rubbers but I expect you have plenty in your handbag, eh?"
"Good. Then you must be one of them girls who don't mind the cock without a coat on, eh? You've had your innards seen to 'ave yer. No matter how much sperm you 'ave shot in, no worry about rubbers, just a good stiff cock straight up the cunt, heh."
Jean found herself being propelled towards the adjoining room that served as a bedroom. Old Fred was left on his knees and quickly got to his feet to hurry with Martha into the bedroom to watch his brother undressing their guest.
This was the bedroom? There was no sign of one bed, let alone two. Only a large mattress spread out on the floor, several rough blankets and a couple of dirty pillows made up the bed- coverings. Martha and Fred were not troubling to undress at all yet. They watched Arthur reaching up Jean's skirt to fumble with the catches of her garters. At last, he got the fastenings undone and the sheer transparent flesh colored stockings dropped down her lovely legs.
"Let me help. Let me help," the old man was on his knees in front of Jean again, his eager hands assisting his brother to roll Jean's stockings down and together with her shoes to take them off and place them carefully in a pile near the foot of the mattress.
It took the two men roughly a minute to get Jean completely stripped. She saw Arthur wink at Martha and, before she could stop the woman, she had gathered up Jean's clothing, even her shoes and handbag, and taken them through into the other room. The two men straightened up and looked at the naked woman. Their eyes were a mixture of wild lust and admiration for her beautifully moulded and shaped body.
"Why have you taken my clothes into the next room?" Jean asked. "Why not leave them here with me?"
Arthur laughed. "I likes ya as ya are my dearie, nice and naked. Ya won't be tempted to rush away without your clothing will ya, and besides ya 'as such a lovely body dearie. His tone suddenly changed, his voice was stern, almost cruel in its demanding tone. "Come 'ere Jean! Come and take me prick out, and while yer at it, take out my brother's as well."
Jean felt helpless. She moved across to where the two men stood grinning. Martha had returned to the room minus Jean's clothing, of course. She saw what Jean was about to do. "That's right dearie, take their lovely cocks out, let's see what sort of stuff you are made of. While you are about it why not take their trousers off, strip them off like they stripped you. My Fred likes having- his balls sucked so you have got to get his drawers down to get at his crinkled old balls.
The two men laughed at her crude joke, but Jean knew that it was not only a joke. She soon had the two men naked below the waist and was wondering what she was to be expected to do next when Martha suddenly let out an excited cry. "I know, Arthur, let's have a game with her like we did with that other bit of stuff you brought home a few months ago."
"Wat d'ya mean Martha?" Arthur muttered. "Do ya mean with old Fred here, married like. Is that what you mean?"
"Yes, that's it. You remember Arthur what a good time we had before?" Martha was excited as she grabbed Jean's left hand and tugged the attractive broad band of gold from her third finger and also the single-stoned engagement ring leaving her fingers bare of any adornment.
"We are going to marry ya to old Fred here," Martha chortled. "I'll go and get the Reverend. You get yer trousers on Fred, and let Jean put something on for the ceremony."
A puzzled and apprehensive Jean watched Martha go from the room. She heard the front door slam and then Arthur was dragging out of a box that stood in the corner of the bedroom an old tattered white satin gown. It had seen better days about thirty years ago but when it was draped over her shoulders and allowed to hang to the floor, it covered most of her nakedness.
The two men had put their trousers on a- grain and then Martha returned. With her was a thin, weedy-looking old man who obviously hurriedly put on a clergyman's dog-collar as he was still trying to fasten it up at the back of his neck.
They all returned to the room that served as the living room; the table had been cleared and from somewhere a wooden crucifix had been produced and now stood in lonely isolation in the center of the table-top.
Jean was instructed to stand facing the table which was obviously the altar. Old Fred was close beside her, his lean bony old arm looped into hers.
The mock clergyman then proceeded to try and remember the marriage service. When it came to the "Will thou take this man to be thou lawful wedded husband to honor and obey" the words spilled out of the old man's mouth in a rapid torrent. Jean hardly recognized her own voice when she murmured "I do." The oath was repeated by old Fred who then took a gold ring that Martha handed him, a narrow well worn ring not like Jeans own broad band of gold, and slipped it on Jean's third finger of her left hand.
No sooner had he slipped the ring on her finger than he was slipping both his hands up under the gown and feeling her cunt. She quickly became very wet. The 'vicar' suddenly whisked her make-shift gown from her shoulders leaving her body in utter lovely nakedness and dropping to his knees in front of her he pressed his mouth to the rich dark-brown curled hair of her cunt. "It's time we all kissed the bride," he muttered, "before we watch her and her bridegroom consummate the marriage.
When at last the 'vicar' stood up Jean was oo hot and as horny as she had ever been before. She watched the old fellow beckon for her 'husband' to come and take over. Old Fred was beside himself with anticipation. No doubt the idea of having such a lovely and beautifully bodied 'bride' had added inches to his firm prick that now jutted out from his skinny loins. Jean had never realized that the head of a male penis could be so chunky and so strangely purple in color as this old man's was now. She felt the blood boiling and a thrill tingling through her as she realized that the prick of the old fellow was going to fuck her to consummate this mock marriage.
The vicar and the man she had come to this hovel with, Arthur, stood near her. Both had their pricks in full view and yet, despite the advantage of their ages over old Fred, their pricks were not as thick nor as long.
It was the combined weight of the 'vicar' and Arthur that drew Jean down on her back on that mattress. Naked old Fred was not long in falling on top of her as soon as she was settled on her back. Instinctively she put up her hands to try and break the weight of the body as he fell on top of her and in so doing she clasped his hard penis. She was amazed at the heat that come from his firm-as-a-rock prick. She looked down at his body as he leaned slightly off her. She saw that thin, well-worn, band of gold on her left finger. It was strange not to see the familiar broad gleaming ring that her real husband had slipped on her finger when she was married properly. The sight of that ring and the heat from the prick that she held lovingly made her really want to be used by this horny old man. She saw the two men watching and the woman who had also come into the communal bedroom, all muttering their admiration at her lovely nakedness, and a happy grunt came from Fred as he saw the legs of his 'bride' open ready for him.
"She wants you to fuck her alright, you old prick" Jean heard the woman urging her old man. "I haven't seen your prick in that state since our honeymoon and that's going back over thirty years."
Jean kept peering down the front of her body. She saw that huge prick being worked into the right spot. Now she could feel the hot head of the prick actually touching her flesh, driving her warm and moist cunt lips apart as it edged its way inwards. Ashamed at the willing way she was allowing this dirty old man to get on top of her and to use her body, she could not help herself. She was horny. She wanted to get fucked; wanted that big, hard, hot cock.
That great prick was out of keeping with the rest of his care-worn body. She moaned softly as she felt, what must have been about half his prick, sink into her with the very first lunge he gave. Before she could really have time to appreciate the thickness of his prick, he gave another hard lunge, this time every last inch of hot prick was stuffed into her cunt and the panting old man lay heavily on her belly, waiting to regain some breath before resuming the fuck-movements that she craved.
"Let's give the old devil some help," chortled the 'vicar'.
"We'll help you, Fred," brother Arthur muttered, and Jean saw two pairs of hands come down and wrap their arms about the old man's body. The 'vicar' held him just below his upper thighs and his brother wrapped his arms round his stomach. Working in unison the two men raised and lowered the torso of her 'husband' so that his fiercely erected prick was drawn back and forth in her thrilled cunt.
Never had Jean had such a thrilling fuck as this. The two men, holding the older man, seemed to be getting as much lustful pleasure out of the act as the old devil himself. And, as for Jean, she was loving every minute of this strange fuck. The cock was bone hard and hot, and with the added force behind each downward lunge that the two helpers made the old body impart, she felt she was being fucked by a superman. It was so wonderful to have such a wonderfully hard and thick cock inside her and such an old worn out man on top of her. The two did not add up, and yet it was happening, nothing would make it unhappen.
The young woman grew more and more excited. Much of the extra pleasure of the three men and the watching woman, she gave every indication of the lust that was making itself felt in her body. She could not control all her movements, her legs so wide open one minute, would clasp across the heaving back of the old man the next, and then with spasmodic jerks her lovely legs would writhe and throw themselves from side to side while her mouth never stopped its wild contortions.
"That's enough, enough" old Fred was gasping. "Let me do it myself now, leave me alone I say. I can do it now. I want to finish in her on me own."
The two men laughed at his cries and after a while they let him go and both knelt near the mattress of the 'bride and groom' to see the marriage finalized as it should be.
Despite the strength and heat in his prick it was taking the old man a long time to reach his orgasm. Five minutes, then on to ten minutes and still he fucked. Jean thought he was never going to stop thrusting that hard penis to and fro inside her cunt and she wished that it would go on like this forever.
Twice already he had made her come, twice she had experienced the wonderful spasms of a long drawn out juice-off and still her elderly lover seemed no nearer his own climax.
"Lift him off her" she heard the old man's wife mutter. "Lift him off and I'll give him a few jerks. He often has to have that with me before he can manage to get his come out."
Jean felt the lean body being lifted up from her. She felt that hot thick shaft slowly being withdrawn and while she watched she saw his wife use both hands to rub his hard cock in a series of jerks that resembled the movements of milking a cow's udders.
Old Fred was moaning, his real wife was giving him a severe jerking-off, so fierce in fact that Jean dreaded that he would be induced to let his sperm go before being allowed time to get that prick back inside her hot cunt.
Her fears were partly overcome when the 'vicar' suddenly squatted down beside her, his cock standing stiffly upright from his bared loins. "While he's having his cock messed a-bout my dear, you enjoy yourself on this." He pointed to his rearing prick. With a word, Jean heaved herself round and straddled across his lap. She let out a long sigh of lustful pleasure as his prick slid easily up into her cunt as she squatted with legs astraddle his thighs. This cock was not as hot, nor as thick as old Fred's, but the way it was throbbing told her it would not be long before it was giving her the sperm she wanted so badly to feel flooding her cunt.
In less than half a minute the old fellow had her round the waist, his hands holding her in a vice like hold while he fucked her up and down to send a goodly flow of hot sperm deep into her cunt.
Her cunt was bruised by the rough way his penis was suddenly pulled out of her. It was due to Arthur grabbing the 'Vicar' under the table and yanking him well clear leaving Jean to half stumble on to her knees. Rough hands pushed her over onto her back and this time it was the heavier Arthur on top of her, his cock sinking easily into the sperm-filled, hot cunt.
During the wild contortions of this more energetic fucking, Jean was half aware of old Fred kneeling close to her shoulders. She saw him and his wife leaning over her face. She heard the woman saying, "Open your mouth dearie, keep it well open and I'll milk his love-juice straight down your throat."
Hot as hell, and being thrilled to the very core by Arthur's prick, Jean was opening her mouth just as the lustful couple wanted her to. The heavy-headed prick was held to her lips without actually touching them, and with fierce expert fucking movements the woman proceeded to rub her old man's prick until the thick blobs of hot sperm were splattering down directly into Jean's mouth and throat.
She almost chocked and would have turned her face but for the iron-like hold that Arthur had taken on either side of her head to keep her still while she tasted his brother's sperm. Before the old man had been milked completely dry, Jean felt a fresh load of male sperm being jetted up into her body at the more virile Arthur reached his orgasm and gave her a huge load.
All three, men seemed happy and satiated. The woman helped Jean to her feet and without even asking her if she would like to wash, or showing her where such facilities might be, she was helping her on with her clothes which she had fetched from the living room.
Still in a dreamy daze, her cunt drenched with wet sperm, the taste of the stuff still in her mouth and traces of the thick stickiness still in her throat, she made her way back towards the part of the town that she knew better, and where she lived.
It had been quite an experience.
CHAPTER FOUR
When they heard the front door slam behind the lovely young woman they had so obscenely and blatantly fucked, each of the three men lay dreaming in their happy contented semi-stuporised state. Old Fred had not enjoyed himself so much since that day three years ago when his wife had got into conversation with a school girl in the cinema and brought her home to tea. To tea ? That was the excuse to the girl. In reality, she had been brought home to be seduced by the horny old Fred and instead of a nice cup of tea and cakes the child found herself seated on a well worn sofa sipping a strong red wine that this old man, she had just been introduced to, had poured for her.
She was frightened and then excited when she felt the hands of this old man touching her tits.
As soon as the girl had finished the glass of wine, Martha came across to the sofa and while her husband continued to rub lightly over the slip the girl wore, she put her hands to the girl's cunt and, with little attempt to disguise the obscenity of her actions, rubbed furiously over that region of the juvenile cunt. The youngster was soon hot and panting, her legs kept jerking outwards and her cunt felt on fire from the rubbing of it.
Gradually, the hands of the woman induced the child to jerk in some sort of rhythm, the fierce tempo was suggestive of one act only _ the act of fucking.
Gradually and hardly before the girl realised what was happening, the evil couple were taking the clothes off her. Not until the hot hands of the old man were pulling down her panties and the woman was deftly unclipping the girlish bra did the youngster understand that she was naked except for her stockings. As the grinning evil couple stood back from her she instinctively clasped both her hands to cover her cunt.
The woman and her husband just smiled at the excited, flustered girl. Slowly, the old man began to take off his shirt and then his trousers and finally his filthy old underpants. They saw the girl gazing at his bone-hard prick that sprouted majestically from his thin-boned loins. He stepped close to the sofa on which the naked girl sat. He took her face between his hands and looked down into her frightened yet lust filled eyes. He leaned forward arching his naked body and lifting himself on tiptoes so that he could lean over her and let his heavily dangling balls rest on her chin.
Martha now joined the act. Gripping the small nose of the girl between finger and thumb, she forced the mouth to grasp open for breath. The moment this happened, old Fred lowered himself slightly, letting his hairy testicles droop into the moist sweet mouth of the girl.
Under the threat of being made to suffocate by the strong grip of the woman's fingers, the child was soon greedily licking and kissing the old man's balls. Soon the thick coarse hair was saturated with her spit. It was but an easy step now to have the lovely warm mouth give itself completely to the task at hand. The domed head of the rigid prick was being sucked and kissed passionately by the horny young school-girl until she threatened to suck the very life from him.
Martha pulled the girl away at last and gently placed her along the sofa on her back. "Now you are going to let my husband have a meal between your sweet legs" the woman muttered and no sooner had she finished speaking that old Fred was down with his face pushed up to the girl's cunt.
It was Martha who looped her hands under the girl's knees and lifting the young legs, showed the child how to embrace a man's head with her thighs. With his head almost completely covered and hidden by sweet white flesh the old man lapped and sought his lustful pleasure by sucking out her sex juices until she felt sure his mouth was right inside her belly itself.
The old man lapped as if he was determined to get every last drain of love-juices out of the young writhing body. It gave the old man intense pleasure to feel how the prim tight little lips of her cunt were beginning to react, to respond and to give themselves willingly to the mouth rape of her cunt. His lips fastened on to the moist and slightly gaping 'mouth' of her little cunt. When he was able to push his tongue-tip further in between the lips and find the cunt passage, he was pleased and surprised to find it so narrow and so wonderfully slippery with the greasy comes her cunt had already given out.
She was very sensitive as indeed are most girls of her age when they are having their cunts probed with an eager and experienced tongue. The ultimate flowing of the juvenile come could not be long delayed. Old Fred felt the warm and very wet fluid beginning to ooze from the inner pores of the sucked cunt and redoubled his lapping and tongue-probing to provoke the hot little hole to give down more and more love-juice.
Martha was getting impatient. As soon as she saw her husband had sucked the girl off, she was trying to pull him away from the girl's thighs and to get him to lay her in the normal position for the rape.
The girl, horny from being sucked to come, was watching the elderly couple. She was anxiously watching the woman rubbing the man's stiff and huge position as if she was trying to induce it to get even larger and thicker. Before the young eyes, the huge cock was growing and throbbing into fiercer erection.
Martha had the young limbs stretched well apart while old Fred lowered his body to the heaving belly and guided his fearfully strong and rigid prick to the cunt that waited for the natural follow-up from the tongueing.
The excited Martha had to clamp a hand across the girl's mouth to stifle the scream that began to pierce the air as the huge prick began to do its work. Martha watched the aged body of her husband becoming as one with the lovely girl. The almighty prick was joining man to girl.
Old Fred's mouth drooled and kissed and slobbered and bit at the contorting mouth of the impaled girl. Gradually, she returned the kisses given not only with lips but with tongue liberally covered and coated with saliva. While his mouth excited her, his great prick dug deeper into the sweet, warm, slightly-bloodied cunt between her lovely legs. Now, the arms of the girl embraced with loving enthusiasm around the neck of her elderly ravished. Between her thighs, she had this new and wonderful sensation, that was superseding the pain that she had at first feared was going to make her faint.
The young girl, no longer the sweet virgin that had been so pleased when Martha had talked to her in the loneliness oft he cinema, was writhing under the heaving stomach of her lover, her thighs clasping to his sides, her arms cuddling round his neck, her entire body given over to the thrills of fucking.
When it was all over, the young belly was saturated with sperm and the old man was panting and almost exhausted beyond endurance. Martha helped the girl to wash and cleanse herself Taking her to the corner of the road where she could get a bus to take her near her home, the girl waved goodbye to Martha and promised to meet her again at the cinema the following week.
Perhaps her brother-in-law, Arthur, would like to sample this young, dainty cunt, the horny Martha thought to herself.
CHAPTER FIVE
"But my boy you don't seem to understand! It is over three months since you have been coming to this establishment and having your pleasure, and you knew that sooner or later I should expect you to bring that pretty wife of yours along as well." The speaker was a robust, portly gentleman in his mid-fifties. His almost bald head and florid face did not make him an attractive character to look at. And the young man he was speaking to was to learn then the nature of the older man was in keeping with his cruel and rather sordid appearance.
"But, Mr. Salazier, I can't bring Kathy along here yet, not yet," the young man answered.
"And why not indeed. Now listen to me Charles, we have got along very well together so far. I have been telling you for weeks now that \ your wife would have to be initiated into our cult. I will not have young men like you indulging in the erotic pleasures that you have enjoyed here and not allow their wives to also be brought into the circle."
The expensively furnished lounge in which the two men were seated was in a large, old-fashioned house set in its own grounds on the outskirts of Richmond. The cigar smoke trailed towards the ceiling as the older man watched his companion through narrowed eyes. "You have been leaving those booklets I gave you about your house so that your wife would see them?" he asked Charles Coombs nodded, "Yes, I had difficulty in explaining them to Kathy" he answered.
"But she showed interest?" Slazier tipped the ash from the cigar which he had almost finished.
"Oh yes. Not at first, but she has shown more interest lately" Charles replied.
"I knew she would, most women do. It is a new world to them, a world that promises excitement and something new for them. You and Kathy have been married for four years haven't you?"
"Yes, four years next week actually" the young man agreed.
"After the first few years when the initial fucking begins to wane, then is the time when a full blooded young woman is waiting for something new and exciting to happen to her. Something like taking part in one of our flagellation sessions for example" Slazier added with a quite smirk at his embarrassed guest.
"You have told your wife that you might be able to introduce her to some one who is also interested in the things she saw illustrated in the booklet?" Slazier leaned across to his young companion and patted him on the knees. 'You have told her haven't you?"
Charles Coombs nodded "Yes, I have mentioned it. She was interested, but I did not pursue the matter at the time."
"Well, you will make sure you bring the subject up again to her. I shall expect you and Kathy here by nine o'clock Saturday evening Without fail."
The stout figure rose from the couch and handed the young man a smartly packaged parcel that had been on the table. "This is the dress I shall want her to wear. No 'if's and buts,' Saturday at nine, in this dress you will present your wife here to me for her initiation into the cult."
Charles realised that his meeting with this evil yet very powerful man was at an end. Quite apart from the practices he had indulged in in the cellars and the private rooms of this house which gave Slazier a hold over him, the grinning portly bald man also knew too much about a small fraud he had been implicated in before he was married. And the young man could not afford to to fall out with a man who knew what Slazier knew.
The journey home was a torment. He did not know quite how to tell his wife that he was to take her to Slazier's house of lechery in two days time. It had been true. She had been mildly interested in the booklet that Slazier had given him to leave, as if by accident, so that Kathy would see it. In the booklet were illustrations of women clad in bizarre strange clothing. One or two photographs gave the implication that instruments of flagellation, like whips and straps, were about to be used. None were too blatant to offend, yet most were sufficiently spiced to make the reader want to know about the practices.
When he got home Charles found that Kathy was not yet back from visiting one of her sisters. He went up to their bedroom and placing the package on the bed carefully undid the string and the wrapping. Inside a smart box lay the dress that Kathy was to wear. His hands trembled as he slowly lifted it out of the box. It was an incredibly lovely sheath affair, beautifully fashioned and made in a smooth sheer rubbery material. In fact the sheath-dress was made of satin-latex and was elasticized sufficiently to cling enticingly to the wearer.
Charles felt a thrill race through him at the thought of his very shapely and lovely wife wearing this sort of dress. He held it up to get a better view of it, he saw at once that it was constructed with a very low cut plunging neckline that would show off Kathy's lovely titties to perfection. He turned it round, the back also plunged to a point that would reach just above the small of her back revealing when she wore it her lovely white bare back. He saw that now he had lifted the smooth satin-latex dress from the box, two further small items were revealed. He placed the dress on the bed and lifted the first of the remaining latex correctly known as bikini-panties, made of a similar silver thin rubber as the dress. At each side was a minute silver buckle and strap, obviously there to be adjusted and so ensure a perfectly tight and taut fit for the woman to wear them.
The last item in the box proved to be a garter-belt. This, too, was of thin smooth rubber and had six slim rubber garters, each one adjustable by a gleaming buckle so that the stockings they supported would be kept perfectly taut and correct up the shapely legs they adorned.
He knew his wife with her shapely body and her lovely face would be the most desirable thing on earth when she wore such garments and the idea of taking her along to that old devil's house began to be less distasteful for him as he thought of the thrill he would get out of seeing the admiring way Slazier would be looking at her.
The following day Charles got up the courage to tell Kathy of their plans for the Saturday evening. When she heard that she had been invited to the house of the man who had given Charles that booklet she felt .excited, and was even more intrigued when Charles revealed to her the three items of clothing that Mr. Slazier had insisted she wear. The young couple did not speak much during the drive out to Slazier's house. She had been prepared for what the old man looked like by the description her husband had given her. Even so when at last she was standing in his hall facing the learing fat satyr, she felt a tremor not only of excitement but that of fear also sear through her veins.
The old man took her top-coat. Standing back to admire her in her tight, figure-hugging, rubbery-sheath dress that Charles had helped her get into, introductions were soon dispensed with, and linking his arm in hers, Slazier led her through the hall to the door that led to the cellars. Down the rather steep steps he took her followed closely by Charles, who knew the way well from previous visits with the wives of other men the evil Salazier had got into his web.
Now it was his own wife to be taken down these steps by the lecherous old satyr. Into a stone walled and stone floored room they went. The humid atmosphere was due to the hidden central heating and at once Kathy felt hot and strange in her tightly hugging rubbery dress-sheath Slazier signalled that Charles was to stand well to one side of the cellar. Charles watched the old man take hold of Kathy's hands "You are a very lovely creature" he heard the old devil telling her. Kathy blushed, she was embarrassed and yet pleased at his flattery. Suddenly, he let go of her hands and slid his own palms round to fondle her lovely ass through the second-skin of the sheath hugging dress. For several moments he stood in front of her, his hands smoothing and gently massaging her well fleshed ass and then he leaned more against her, his thick-lipped mouth closing on to her own. Charles saw that she did not resist. The wives that were brought down into this humid too-hot cellar, sheathed in such sex-provoking clothing, never did resist.
He saw by the way their faces moved that the tongue of the elderly Satyr must be between Kathy's teeth. He saw Kathy's tongue being sucked into the mouth of the avid old man just as his hand moved up to the low cut, the very low cut, front of that specially tailored dress. The hand had no difficulty in sliding down inside the neckline. The hot podgy fingers encountered her lovely naked tit. When she had drawn the sheath of rubbed on to her body she had found that not only was it impossible but quite unnecessary to wear a brassiere with the dress, hence the old man's fingers came to her bare flesh as soon as his hand went inside the edge of the dress neck- line.
For what seemed an eternity to the watching husband, Kathy was embraced and kissed lewdly by Slazier until at last he stood a few inches away from her and murmured something in her ear. Charles could not hear plainly what was said but he could guess. He watched spellbound while his wife moved her lovely white hand to the fly of the old fellow and getting enough buttons undone slid her hand inside she soon had hold of his rigid prick.
The kiss took on a more passionate tone, Charles heard his wife moaning softly from pleasure as her nipple was squeezed and she rubbed almost lovingly her hand up and down the old man's prick. Charles saw the look of tantalized frustration on the flushed face of his wife when Salazier pushed her away from him. She was watching the portly bald man taking off his clothing. Not -until he was stark naked did he turn to look at her again. What a paunchy and overfat torso of their host. And yet, for all that, she felt a tremor of thrilling pleasure race through her as she saw his cock was still very stiff from the rubbing she had given it.
He took her in his arms again, this time rubbing his naked body against that wonderfully stimulating tight fitting rubbery-latex dress. He felt for her nipples again. He wanted to know how advanced she was in heat. The nipples were stone hard and she was going to be alright, he thought to himself. Her hand went of its own accord to his rigid prick again, she fondled and rubbed it in her cool white fingers. He looked across at Charles. "Come and tell your charming wife what I want her to do. Charles" he said, and as if she had forgotten the presence of her husband, Kathy turned with a start as Charles moved across to them.
In his hand he held a vicious looking whip. "Mr. Slazier wants you to whip him my dear," he muttered, not at all sure how this suggestion would be taken by Kathy. He saw her color up but he was already thrusting the whip handle into her hand while the naked old man was picking up what looked like a handful of loose leather and rubbed strands.
"But first I want her to use the prick-harness on me," old Slazier said. "Show her how to put it on me," he added as he thrust the rubbery and leather leads into Charle's outstretched hands. "This is what you must do Kathy" Charles said as he and his wife knelt in front of the naked old man. He showed her how to make a loop at one end of a long lead of narrow rubber and then said "Slip the noose over his balls, like this." He showed her what he meant, sliding the loop over the thick hairy sac that dangled below the rigid prick of the naked, portly-bellied old man. Kathy pulled the loop tight. "Play with his balls with your other hand" Charles said quietly and Kathy, thrilled at being told to perform so obscene an act by her own husband, pulled the other end of the lead with her left hand and fondled the puffed hairy balls with her other hand, making the already huge penis even thicker and making it jerk and throb. What a strange almost satanic sensation filled the young husband as he watched his wife being taught this perverted way of love-making with a man, and such an obscenely old man at that. He saw she was enjoying playing with this jerking prick while she controlled it in some fashion by tugging on the loop that pained his balls.
Charles was not slow to see that his wife was getting enjoyment out of seeing that great prick rearing and straining into an even fiercer erection all the time. But the true testing time was yet to come.
At a sign from Slazier, Charles drew his wife to her feet and made her grip the handle of the whip firmly. Making her keep a hold of the end of the lead that was looped over Slazier's balls, he told her she was to lash the old man's bare ass as hard as she could.
The whip rose and fell, Charles was amazed at how quickly Kathy seemed to get into the rhythm of this first effort at flagellation of a man. Ten, fifteen, twenty times her arm rose and fell. The exertions caused her large tits to flop out of the all-too-low neckline of that sheath rubber dress and both men saw that the nipples of her tits were overenlarged and purple in color as if they had been flagellated. But they were actually stimulated and discolored by the hot flow of blood that had been drawn to them by the erotic sensations she was experiencing.
When at last she had to stop for lack of breath, the old man, who had not muttered one sound of pain at the blows she had inflicted upon his bare ass and thighs, leaned across and lewdly rubbed her heaving belly through the satin-panties. His hand moved to her hot cunt. Through the thin rubber, he was trying to finger-fuck her, an action in her present heated state she most greedily welcomed.
Charles didn't know either to be ashamed, annoyed or just anxious to enjoy what was to be inevitable. He saw his wife, like so many young women brought down to this cellar before her, was well on on cunt heat. She had been fetched on to this point of lust by her experience of whipping a naked man while she controlled his prick by means of that rubber lead and the loop over his great swollen balls. Both men knew enough about this flagellants cult to know what this young wife wanted most in the world at that moment. She wanted and craved for a good fucking.
She had no eyes at all for her husband, it was at the sweating naked old man that she directed her gaze, a gaze that was a confused mixture of lust and love. Charles watched the leering satyr drop to his knees in front of his panting young woman, the fat eager hands took hold of the hem of the rubbery dress and raised it. Kathy put her own hands to the dress and pulled it up well above her waist so that he could use both his hands and clawing fingers to get inside this rubbery crotch of those bikini-style panties and bury his fat face at her hot, hair cunt. Charles, standing so near he could see everything, saw his wife close her eyes in ecstasy as the nose and mouth of old Slazier edged into the warm cunny. He saw the thick pointed tongue probing into Kathy's cunt. It was as though the old lecher was trying to lick into her very soul, and Charles knew that that face would not leave his wife's cunt until she had experienced one of the most exciting and satisfying 'comes' she had ever known.
From years of experience, the satyr kneeling in front of the softly moaning Kathy, was an expert at sucking off women. The way Kathy began to writhe her hips and then toss her belly told Charles she was near to coming. The old man was literally fucking her with his tongue as he probed it to and fro, thrusting it in and out and all round the soft slimey membrances of her aroused cunt. Charles wanted in some way or other to take part in the act and when his wife had her orgasm, he reached out his hands and caressed her large tits which hung outside the low cut of the neck-line. His fingers massaged her large nipples while she moaned and squirmed and the tongue and mouth at her cunt proceeded to make her come.
Both men felt the lovely body they were debauching give an involuntary spasmodic leap, then her body jerked as if in the throes of love making with an unseen prick. Her moaning was now more of a continual groan. Charles and old Slazier knew what wonderful tormenting ecstasy she was having. After the heaving and writhing of her belly reached incredible activity, she slowly subsided into a deeply breathing and panting exhausted young woman. She had enjoyed a wonderful come.
Charles saw the look in Slazier's eyes. He retreated to the side of the cellar out of the way. The old fellow was carefully unlooping his sore and inflamed from balls the biting rubber lead and threw the prick-harness on to the floor. Taking Kathy in his arms he made her feel down to his even larger and thicker prick. Charles saw the gleam of lustful pleasure that came to Kathy's eyes as she handled the giant sized cock. In one corner of the cellar the floor was thick with straw, and towards this the old man drew the far from unwilling young wife.
Just like the other women that had been brought here Kathy had allowed herself to be debauched by this old lecher. Now, just like the other young women, she was to be treated like an animal. To be fucked on straw. Already she was on her back on the bed of straw, the eager hands of the old man were clawing aside the thin rubbery crotch of her bikini-panties of latex rubber Her hand was actually pulling and guiding his great swollen prick to her cunt. Charles moved a little closer to watch his wife's cunt accepting that great cock. He saw her cunt lips close over the head and shoulders of the prick. She moaned and gasped more and more as she felt her very innards being invaded with this column of hot throbbing cock.
In a strange way it thrilled Charles to see this naked old man on top of Kathy, to see that huge red scarred ass rising and falling between his wife's lovely legs to know that the great penis of this old satyr was possessing Kathy s lovely body. Charles knew that, for the moment at least, his wife's body belonged entirely to the pleasure giving prick that was using her. The lovely body of Kathy was being abused by the horny evil old Slazier just as Charles knew it would be when he had first been told to bring Kathy to his haunted house for her flagellation initiation.
CHAPTER SIX
Two days after her first visit to Slazier's house, Kathy had a phone call from the old man. Charles was, of course at work although he might have guessed that having once got her to his house, old Slazier would want the lovely Kathy there again, with or without him.
Kathy was thrilled to hear the old fellow tell her a car was on the way to bring her back to his place, where a friend of his was waiting for some of the same treatment she had given to him. Would she wear the same clothing? Would she be sure and come? To both questions the excited young wife answered 'of course', and an hour later found her in the cellar dressed in her satin-latex sheath dress. She was not taken to the same bare cellar where she had been initiated into this strange cult of flagellation but to a similar cellar-room in which stood on old fashioned four-poster bed. To this bed, quite naked, was strapped a man about the same age as Slazier, his arms and legs spreadeagled and his wrists and ankles strapped to the posters of the bed corners.
"Now my dear Mrs. Coombs" Slazier was telling her, "my friend here wishes to be completely and sexually flagellated by you. Would you be kind enough to slip off the rubbery panties you are wearing first. I want to use them as a gag for him, because you are going to hurt him quite a lot, and as well as making it more difficult for him to scream the taste and odor of your sex in his mouth will make his ordeal all the more enjoyable."
As if it was almost the natural thing to do Kathy found herself putting her hands up under her dress and getting those close fitting panties down and handing them to the grinning Slazier. She watched him use them to gag the man on the bed and then for the next twenty minutes not a word was spoken while she flayed with a whip Slazier had handed to her the helpless ass and the back and thighs of the writhing man strapped to the bed. When she was out of breath and stopped the ordeal for a moment Slazier slipped his arm round her. "Play with his balls and his prick my dear," he muttered, "that win make you want to go on whipping him some more."
Kathy felt under the writhing pam-wracked body of the man on the bed. Funny how pain like this gives a man such a huge erection. She felt his prick, so hard and firm, his balls thrilled her too as she cradled them and squeezed them, making him moan with pain and pleasure. The sounds that came from his mouth and the way he writhed under her touch made her want to whip him even harder, just as Slazier had said it would. Her arm rose and fell time and again, she was enjoying this second visit to the house even more than the first. She felt old Slazier close to her. She felt his hand sliding up her legs under her dress. She didn't mind, in fact she enjoyed having him feel her legs, and then his hand moved even higher, up to her naked cunt. She felt his hot fingers prising her cunt lips apart, then she felt him poking her and prodding her with his finger-tips, then she brought the whip down even more fiercely on to the helpless backside of the moaning man on the bed and Slazier began to hand-fuck her in the most beautiful manner. Oh - how she loved that old man's hand on her cunt, how wonderfully he fingered her, how near she was to the most excruciating pleasure from a come. Oh - what new and wonderful pleasure this Mr. Slazier had introduced her to - how could she ever be content with ordinary straight forward fucking with Charles her husband again?
She was jerking the immense prick of the old man while she flagellated him. He too must be near to his climax. The pain from the whipping was making him writhe and push himself against the bed as if he had a woman beneath him. His cock was firm as rock and as heated as a red-hot poker.
And then it happened - her most wonderful come was upon her. With the filthiest phrases and words being muttered into her ear by the leering old Slazier, his hand ravaged her cunt until the sweetest, most ecstatic feeling in the world overcame her entire body and soul. She dropped the whip, both hands clutched to her belly and cunt, making the old man's hand a prisoner beneath her hands and between her legs as he finger-fucked her in the most violent way possible. Never had she known an orgasm like this one. It seemed to last forever, to go on and on. Never did she want to stop coming... never... it was too wonderful... too heavenly... she had to keep on having this joy.
With every last drain of her feminine come spilled out of her she felt exhausted and lifeless and yet still wonderfully stimulated and full of sexual yearning. She watched Mr. Slazier undo the straps that had kept his friend so helpless during his flagellation. Painfully the fellow rolled over on to his side and Kathy of her own accord climbed on the bed beside him and stretched out. Slazier was bending over her. He was handing her something- it was a rolled-up rubber. "Better use that, he muttered, "this devil is very virile for his age. I don't want his sperm making you a baby."
Kathy took the slithery rubber sheath and looked down at the huge throbbing prick that reared from the man's stomach. Carefully she rolled the rubber down over the prick-head and eased it down the shaft until it fitted the cock like a second skin. The man took her in his arms and kissed her full on the lips. Slazier was pleased when he saw the lovely young woman slip her arms around the neck of her new lover; he saw her kissing him just as passionately as she would have done her handsome husband. The hands of the old fellow were fumbling at her rubberized dress. Getting it up he eased himself over on top of her willing body. She gave a pent up sigh as his rigid prick slid into her hot cunt. Like two wild beasts they fucked madly and with rapid jerks until the tip of the rubber filled to breaking point with the hot sperm of the man and Kathy gave down another flow of her own come amid her panting and grunts of satisfaction.
Kathy had found her wonderful world of fucking. And, it would go on forever.
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
No sooner had the train pulled to a halt than doors swung open and a number of passengers stepped down to the platform like an angry army of ants swarming toward the ticket barrier. Among the throng were two young passengers who would not hurry. Each one had a heavy suitcase and they had struggled half way along the platform before a burly man in a peaked cap and a dark brown uniform came through the barrier to meet them.
Touching his cap he gave a half bow to the two girls. "Miss Melinda and Miss Maureen?" he asked although he must have been sure that these were the passengers he had been sent to meet as soon as he had seen them coming slowly along the platform.
The eldest of the two girls, she was fifteen and very nicely developed for her age, nodded and replied that she was Melinda and this was her sis-t)er Maureen.
"I am Giles," he replied. "I have been sent to meet you and bring you back in the car."
He took both cases and the girls were astonished at the ease with which he was able to lift what to them had been far too heavy for comfort. They followed his tall figure through the station and out of the roadway where a large sedan car was parked.
"Couldn't Aunt Rose come to meet us?" Maureen asked her sister, hoping that the man would hear and perhaps answer the question. They watched him put the cases in the trunk and then opening the rear door of the car he beckoned them to get in. Melinda had half climbed in when she realized that there was a person already seated on the back seat. It was a man she had never seen before, an elderly man who was smiling at her and taking her wrists and pulling her into the car. Maureen quickly followed her sister and when both girls were safely in and the door closed their escort got into the driving seat and the car drove smoothly away.
"We thought Aunty Rose would be at the station to meet us," Melinda said as she settled back beside the man. Maureen had been made to sit on his other side so that he was between them. "I suppose you are a friend of our Aunt's," the youngest girl said.
The man, still smiling, nodded his head but did not speak. Melinda went on. "It was very kind of Aunt Rose to invite us to stay with her while our parents are abroad. They are away for three months you know. We should have hated going to a boarding school or something like that while they are away."
Maureen who was only twelve had not noticed how their companion kept glancing down at her knees and the rounded knees of her sister. Both girls wore the modern shortish skirts and Melinda who wore nylon stockings had beautifully rounded plump knees that looked delightful in their transparent nylon covering. The younger girl had ankle socks and her knees were quite bare and the eyes of the man lit up as he devoured the delightfully white bare knees of this pretty youngster.
When at last the man spoke, both girls were surprised for he had a most decided foreign accent and spoke in a sort of jerking broken English. "Young girlies" he said "most sorry your aunt could not meet you. I am as you say, a friend, yes? I am Carliti, you call me Carliti pleeese."
He placed a hand on each of the girls knees nearest to him. "Carliti velly pleesed, velly pleesed to meet such pretty leetle girlies. Preety girlies with velly velly nice legs, yes?" He gave each knee a squeeze and Maureen, seeing her sister push his hand away and move her leg away from him, did the same. Carliti laughed but did not try and replace his hot hands from where the girls had pushed them. His smile never left his swarthy face. "What a shame," he muttered "such a preeety, leeetle girlies not like their preeety legs to be touched. Carliti think your new aunty soon make you change your minds, yes?"
"What do you mean our new aunty?" Melinda asked, for the first time feeling uneasy a-bout the situation. She was not sure where Aunt .Rose lived but she thought it was fairly near the station, and certainly in the town. She saw that the car was being driven well out of the town area and she was about to ask about this when the car suddenly turned from the road and made its way up a rough, unmade road that eventually led to a solitary house, square and forbidding in its plainness and coldness.
"I didn't know Aunt Rose lived in the country" the younger girl exclaimed as the driver came round to open the door on her side of the car. She was helped out and then Melinda stepped out of the car followed at once by Carliti who took the girls by the arm and led them up the steps leading to the porch of the front door.
Before they had reached the top step the door had burst open and a heavily made-up woman in her late forties held out her arms to greet them. "So these are the two English flowers coming to pay us a visit" she cried, ushering the puzzled girls into the large hall. Giles had followed in with the cases and now Carliti closed the front door and came and stood behind the girls, his hands on their shoulders.
"I am velly sorry," he said, "velly solly indeed that your Aunt Rose cannot be your good Samaritan while your parents are away. This is Maria, she will be much better for you than your real aunt that I can tell you leetle girlies," he went on.
The girls watched Giles taking their cases up the broad winding staircase. While she was looking round this large hall, Melinda caught sight of a large painting hanging on the wall midway up the staircase. The younger girl followed the gaze of her sister, the mouths of both girls dropped open at the scene in the painting.
It showed about seven girls, some very young about the age of Maureen, the others ranging from twelve up to fifteen or sixteen, all were quite naked and all knelt in a circle, their hands held forward and upwards clasped together in a pose of idolation. It was the object that they were worshipping that made our two young visitors gasp - it was a model of a male prick, far larger than any of the girls. Its bloated head, grotesque in obscene swollenness and colored deep purple, was a blood-heating and lustful spectacle for any female, let alone to the eyes of two young girls like fifteen year old Melinda and twelve year old Maureen.
Maria smiled at Carliti when they saw that their obscene masterpiece had caught the eyes of their young guests. She slipped an arm round a shoulder of each girl and muttered with a leering smile, "You like the nice picture, yes? You like to be like those lucky little girls in the painting eh ? Without all your clothes on and worshipping a beautifully huge prick like that?"
Both girls felt the hot color coming to their cheeks. Maureen was not all that sure just how naughty the painting was, but Melinda knew quite well what that great fat thing was that the girls were kneeling round.
Maria put her mouth close to Melinda's "ear and said in a loud whisper "I don't think your little sister is too sure what those lucky girls are worshipping dear, but you know don't you. You know it's a lovely prick don't you ? A really beautiful big prick eh?"
The arm had slid down from the slim shoulder and the woman's palm rested over Melinda's belly. She gave the girl a little suggestive massage. "It makes you feel funny in here doesn't it, dear, to look at pictures like that eh?"
Melinda was embarrassed. She would have had to admit if she had been perfectly honest that she was experiencing a funny and far from unpleasant situation in her cunt, a sensation that was being accentuated by the way that hand rubbed her. She was finding it hard to drag her gaze away from that large prick.
As last she wriggled free from the embracing arm of the smiling woman. "Where is our Aunt Rose," she said, "we are supposed to be staying with her. What are we doing here with you? Where is Aunt Rose?"
"Now, now, now," Maria replied, slipping her arms round the waist of each girl and leading them upstairs past the painting that had caused them so much interest and embarrassment. "Your Aunt Rose will be coming for you soon, in the meantime you have to stay here with me."
She did not add that when she had heard a-bout the arrangements for these two young girls to come and stay with Rose, she had sent a telegram to Rose purporting to come from the girls' parents cancelling the arrangements. As the parents were already sailing towards their destination abroad it would be some time before anyone knew that the girls had disappeared, and by that time it would be too late for anything to be done to save them.
The girls were taken into a nicely furnished, if small bedroom. Only one single size bed was in this room and Melinda was quick to see that the window was high up in the wall so that no one could look out of it and it was also heavily barred.
Giles had placed the smaller of the two cases in this room. "This is for the little girl," Maria said. "Unpack your things and I will be along to see you in a few minutes."
Maureen found herself locked in the room before she really, knew what was happening. Despite her protests Melinda was escorted along the passage to a door at the far end from her sister's room. She was shown into a similar room except that the bed was a double one, the window was larger but high up the wall and like the one on her sister's room was barred.
Giles put Melinda's case down and with Carliti left the room leaving the girl alone with Maria. The woman at once slipped her arms round the girl's waist and pulled her to her so that their tits were touching.
"This is going to be our room you pretty little girl," the woman said, trying to get some sort of softness and affection into her voice, nodding towards the bed she said, "that is going to be our bed, our bed together dear, and we are going to fuck each other in that bed. Now you darling girlie, give me a nice kiss."
She bent her face down towards Melinda, but the girl turned quickly away and tried without success to wriggle free from the embracing arms.
The woman smiled. "Now you are not going to get away from me, so you might as well be a-ware of that my little pet. You are going to have a nice kiss and if you kiss me nicely" she lowered her voice to an intimate coaxing tone "if you kiss me really nicely I will show you some more naughty pictures of big pricks. You'd like that I know, don't try and pretend you wouldn't. I saw how you were looking at our famous painting in the hall. Come on now, open your mouth, open that's right."
As Melinda obeyed the woman closed her own mouth over the pretty much smaller mouth of the girl. A womanly tongue began to probe into the innocent cavern and with arms tightly about her Melinda felt new and exciting urges racing through her. It took but one minute of this wily kissing and mouth tongueing by the woman for the girl to begin to react - the smaller pointed tongue of the girl answered the probing, it jabbed out and licked timidly inside the moist mouth that was being compressed down on to it.
By the time Maria released her young victim she was breathless and, pulling the girl to sit down on the edge of the bed, she opened the drawer in the bedside table and brought out an album which Melisso was soon to discover contained a collection of the most lewd and obscene pictures and drawings any fifteen year old was likely to see.
While Melinda slowly turned the pages and devoured avidly the filthy contents of the album Maria was watching the flushed face of the youngster while she tenderly fondled the nylon covered knees and slowly felt higher and further up under the hem of the short skirt.
"Tell me Melinda darling," the woman said, "tell me dear and be quite honest with me because I know a lot about girls like you, tell me, you like me touching your legs while you look at naughty pictures like those don't you?"
Melinda hesitated. She was quite sure this woman knew just how she was feeling, it would be of no use not to pretend. She nodded her head slowly, the hands dipped higher up her legs, now she could feel the fingers at the very tops of her nylons, every so often the fingernails would scratch her thigh flesh as the fingers moved an inch or so off the stockings on to the bareness of her thigh.
Instinctively she opened her legs a little wider. Maria smiled, "There's a good girl" she murmured, "you are being a good girl now and letting me stroke you properly. I know you like it dear, tell me, has a man ever touched your legs like this, tell me dear?"
"Oh no, no no one has ever done what you are doing," the girl blurted out.
"Good, I am pleased to hear it," Maria replied, "and how about your little sister, do you think any man has ever touched her cunny?"
"Oh no, I am sure no one has touched her, she would have told me I am sure. She is only twelve you know, she is not very old."
Maria laughed, "No she is not very old is she, but old enough for Carliti. He loves little girls about ten, eleven or twelve. She will be just right for him won't she?"
"What do you mean, just right for him, shouldn't we go and see if she is alright there in her room on her own?" Melinda asked, although Maria noticed that the girl made no attempt to rise from the bed and so force those thrill giving hands to relinquish their caressing the tops of 'her legs.
"No. Your little sister will be alright," Maria said, "Just as I am here with you so Carliti will be with her in her room."
"You mean... " the girl did try to get up from the edge of the bed this time, but Maria easily restrained her.
"She is alright, quite alright, she will be enjoying herself just as you are doing. Instead of my hands feeling her legs it will be the eager hands of Carliti. He is a faster worker than I am dear, I expect he is already fingering your sister's little cunt. Are you going to let me touch your sweet little cunt, dear?"
"Melinda colored up, she was embarrassed and yet in some strange way she was at ease with this woman however lewd the talk and however obscene the suggestions might sound to her innocent brain.
Suddenly Maria withdrew both her hands from the girl's thighs. Looking into her face she said, "If you want me to touch you properly lay back on the bed, and open your legs."
For a moment the girl did not move, then slowly she sank down on her back. Maria did not move, she waited and in a few seconds the girl's lovely legs were shuffled towards her. Still Maria did not move. "Wider, open them wider," she said softly.
The lovely legs in their sheaths of transparent nylon stockings slithered further apart. Not until the young limbs were almost at right angles to the lithe slender body did Maria move. When she did move it was not to put her hands to the exposed thighs again, she laid down with her face close to Melinda's face, her mouth towards her ear, "I know you were going to be a good girl dear," she murmured. "I know that between your thighs you had a sweet little cunt that craves attention. Your little cunt is hot isn't it dear, the little hole is horny and wants a fucking doesn't it?"
Melinda could not stop herself from panting, although the hands of the woman were not now touching her, the nearness of this mature body, the intimate way the words were being spoken close to her ear, all helped to add to the youngster's horniness.
Maria stretched an arm up above the bedhead. She pressed a small bell-button and far a-way in the depths of the house " low whirring sound could be heard.
For a while after the bell had been pushed nothing happened. All was quiet save for the heavy panting of the girl and the breathing of the woman. Melinda allowed her arms to be stretched up towards the bedposts. Before she could resist a silver cuff was secured round each wrist, tethering her arms to the top corner posts of the bed, and spreadeagling her out on her back.
"Why have you fastened me like this?" she asked, but Maria only smiled down at her and patted her face playfully. At last they heard the sounds of footsteps coming along the passage towards the bedroom door. As they got nearer another type of tread was heard, whoever it was approaching was bringing a dog along as well. When the door opened Melinda eased the upper part of her body up from the bed as much as she could to look towards the door. Into the room came Giles, he was stripped to the waist, his hairy chest bare and the lower part of his body clad in only a dark navy type of loin cloth that showed off the huge bulge of his prick and barely covered it. He led a rangy looking long haired hound which at once started to whine and sniff the air as soon as it was brought into the room and the door closed.
Maria rose from the bed to open a small door of the bedside cupboard. From it, she brought a circular jar of what looked like a brownish substance, sticky and gluelike. Unscrewing the top to the jar she smeared some of the stuff on her fingertips and bending over the girl said "Now keep your legs wide open, that's right, open wide," she carefully smeared the brownish glue stuff all over the crotch of Melinda's panties, making the girl experience a thrilling sensualness as the agile fingers tantalized the hot little nest of her cunt through the thin material of her panties.
When the jar was held near her nostrils, Melinda could detect an unmistakable 'doggy' smell from the stuff. This odor had an immediate effect on the hound. It had been whining before but now it started to bray and growl and strain at its leash to get across the room to the bed where the young girl lay tethered by her wrists.
At a nod from Maria, Giles released the dog from the leash. In one bound the brute was across the room, up on the bed and sniffing and prodding with its long strong snout directly pointed at Melinda's crotch. The girl gave a startled cry and closed her legs as quickly as she could. The dog was not so easily frustrated though, and with its long pointed nose had little difficulty in getting its mouth and tongue between the closed thighs to sniffle and then to lick at the brown sticky fluid that had been smeared along the panties' crotch.
The sensation of this rough surfaced tongue lapping her cunt, even if through her panty material was enough to make the girl squirm and writhe. Giles and his mistress stood back to watch, his loin cloth was almost bursting from the fierce erection of his massive prick and Maria stroked his cock gently while they both enjoyed the sight of the girl writhing on the bed and listened to her moans of lust as the dog continued to lap at her cunt.
"Right, pull him away from her," snapped Maria after a few moments had passed. When Giles got the leash through the dog's collar and pulled the panting yelping animal away from the bed Maria went across and quickly slipped Melinda's saturated panties down and off over her girl's feet.
"That was a nice little bit of loving your hot cunt had then wasn't it," she chided the excited girl, "now I am going to coat your cunt itself with this stuff and then we shall see just how badly your little cunt wants real fucking, shan't we?"
Melinda did not need being told of the sort of thrill she was likely to experience now, with the protecting material of her panties out of the way. Even if it had been only a flimsy covering of her little cunny, she knew that the lapping from that rough surfaced tongue of the hound would give her undreamt of thrills.
"Let him go," she heard the words snapped out from Maria as the woman stood back to allow the dog free approach to the bed again. This time the dog moved almost too fast for the eye to follow. The young legs were spread wide ready for the attack this time, and the soft growling of the dog was matched by the sensual cooing that came from the girl's mouth as she writhed and tossed about under the violent tantalization of that doggy tongue at her cunt.
Maria allowed the hound to continue its happy licking until she feared that any more arousing of the juvenile cunt might result in a fierce orgasm for the twisting and tossing girl. She moved behind the hound and wrapping her arms round its waist heaved it up on its hind quarters. Melinda raised herself as far as she could to see what was happening to that thrill giving tongue that had been pulled away from her hot, little twat. She saw the underbelly of the hairy torso being heaved up to be exposed to her gaze.
Her eyes popped, for at the loins of the dog a most fearsome object jutted. From the beast's groin area grew a fur covered round, from the tip of this mound jutted a skinned length of redraw flesh, at lease seven or eight inches in length. About an inch down from the pointed tip of this doggy penis a thick ridge of hard flesh jutted to form a flanged collar. She watched spellbound as Maria using only one arm to support the weight of the dog upright now formed the finger and thumb of her other hand into a ring and rubbed it down over the canine penis until her finger and thumb became wedged tightly under the overhanging flange. Melinda saw the finger and thumb squeeze, she was the pointed tip of the penis take on a more blood-red hue and what was even more remarkable, the length of raw skinned flesh above the ridge stretched in length until at least three inches of pointed dog overgrew from the flange.
The girl's legs kept jerking and her soft belly was giving spasmodic heavings and contorting in an uncontrollable fashion. Maria knew they had this youngster in heat already. Maria made a sign which Giles understood. He fetched a low three-legged stool and placed it at the foot of the bed, then going round to the bed-head he quickly released Melinda's wrists.
"Sit on the stool Melinda" Maria told the girl, who at once got up from the bed and squatted on the low stool facing Maria and the dog which was still being held up on its hind quarters.
"Now pull your dress right up out of the way and keep your legs well apart dear," Maria told the horny little girl as she edged the hefty hairy body of the dog closer to the stool. When the dog had been manipulated far enough forward for it to be actually between the girl's open thighs; it could be seen that the stool was just the right heights to have the girlish cunt in direct line for the doggy penis.
Giles had moved behind the squatting girl, his hands quickly unfastened the back of her dress so that he could insinuate his hands and forearms in the dress neck and slide his hands round to caress the small, but fully oval shaped young titties. His expert nipple manipulation and breastal massage soon had gasps of joy and sobs of lust coming from the youngster. Ityaria was still squeezing and fondling the shaft of the canine penis, and looking under the beast's stomach to see the result of her handling she exclaimed, "I think he has about ten inches now Giles, I think that should satisfy our little miss for her first time don't you?"
The two adults laughed. Melinda, from her over excited state brought about by the doggy tongue and now by the hands of this man on her breasts, was almost fainting from the prospect that she knew threatened her. She could not resist at all when she felt the hand of Giles pulling the upper part of her body backwards, this caused her to open her legs even wider and for her cunt to be all the more upthrusting and twat vulnerable to the forthcoming beastial assault.
Maria now released the canine penis from her hand and with an arm round the beast's stomach heaved him in closer to the girl's twat. The long pointed tip of the blood-red prick touched the actual cunt flesh of the young girl, making her tremble and jerk involuntarily towards the object thrilling her. Giles withdrew his hands from inside the bodice of Melinda's dress and reaching down her body got hold of the front legs of the dog and heaved the beast up so that it sprawled on top of Melinda. The experienced hand of Maria reached under the hairy belly of the hound to clasp and aim that pointed red prick at the cunt that waited for it.
Melinda began to sob as she felt the strong front legs of the dog being pulled round on either side of her body, she gave a startled scream when the hound, doing what was expected of it, suddenly tightened its embrace and held her with its front paws touching at the back of her shoulders as if it were a human lover.
The hind quarters of the beast were beginning to rock to and fro, the red-tipped prick was jabbing against the outer lips of the girl's cunt without finding the correct entrance to make the effective insertion. Maria let the dog 'tease' the girl in this fashion for a moment or so and then placed her fingers under the long hard prick raised it slightly until the pointed tip went from view, hungrily sucked into the wet. waiting tight little cunt that needed fucking so badly.
Giles now moved away from here he had been standing behind the stool. The girl almost fell back but quickly put her hands to the floor behind her to save herself from falling. In this position she was quite helpless to do anything a-bout the canine attack on her body. Her legs were wide open, the dog was between them, his prick went well into her cunt. The grinning Giles stood beside the delighted Maria and watched this pretty little girl being fucked by the well trained hound.
Beastial copulation of dogs with young and innocent girls was one of the things that Maria and Giles really looked forward to. A gross act of utter debauchery that neither grew tired of, they saw and enjoyed the fixed staring gaze of the beast as it labored on with all its animal instincts. Its long tongue lolling from its open jaws, its saliva dribbling down and forming riverlets on Melinda's neck and cheeks. The panting and whining of the beast increased noticeably as the speed of its flashing loins grew to almost faster than the eye could follow.
Melinda was groaning and tossing her head from side to side, her body must have ached in that stretched position and she kept her legs wide apart and allowed her animal lover to fully fuck her. The energetic thrusting of the doggy hindquarters increased still further. The watchers saw a vertible flurry of in-and-out-lunges with that bright blood-red penis. Suddenly it began to bark instead of that low continual growling that had accompanied the fucking from the beginning.
Giles and Maria knew what this signified, and Melinda was soon to find out as well. The moment the body of the hound went stiff and erect they knew what was happening although they could not see it. The beast was coming into .the girl, the young womb was being saturated with the doggy sperm.
When at last Giles helped his mistress to pull the dog off its human mate, they could tell by -the abundance of sexual "come" that overspilled from the stretched vagina that Melinda must have come at least twice during the penetration into her body by this long, red-raw dog penis.
The enlarged fleshy collar of the penis flange had to be forcibly pulled through the inner lips of the girl's cunt, causing her to shriek with the pain.
"Be quiet you stupid girl." Maria was angry with her. "Giles bring me my own little lover, this silly girl wants heating up properly."
Giles had no cause to control the dog now. The beast was panting with its long tongue rolling- out of open jaws. Tired and satisfied for the time feeing the long hairy beast sunk to the ground in the far corner of the room. Meanwhile Giles had taken a small leather handled whip from the bedside cupboard and handed it to Maria.
This whip had seven slender thongs of ribbon. To the end of each ribbon was attached a small needle sharp triangle of hard rubber, and when Giles came round behind the girl he once again wrapped his arms round her upper part of her body. He then lifted her upwards to take the strain of her bent back position off her waist. Maria then used the whip to flagellate the inside of the tender young thighs just above the stocking tops. When the girl was writhing and twisting this way and that in her wild efforts to escape the tingling smarting blows of this strange ribboned whip, Maria suddenly threw the whip down and told Giles to lift the girl on to the bed.
When Melinda, spread out on her back, opened her eyes she saw Maria quickly taking down the loin cloth that was wrapped about the hefty thighs and loins of Giles. Now she saw his fat, threatening prick rearing out from his forest of jet black pubic hair. Maria took hold of the girl's ankles, "Now my little pet you are going to get what your little cunt wants most of all, a real man sized prick to make it happy."
Melinda felt her ankles being pushed back her knees came up and the back of her ankles were pushed hard into the soft flesh of her ass. The lovely slimey doggy-fucked cunt came into full prominence. The pinkish lips were puffed and darkly bruised causing the prick of Giles to rear and harden even more sturdily. He watched Maria finger-fucking the girl with two fingers inserted and crooked into the moist cunt.
"It would be a crime Giles not to give this hot horny little bitch what she wants. This cunt is as hot as hell itself. She will make a wonderful fuck for you Giles."
The naked man climbed on the bed and easing his torso over on top of the girl placed his hands on either side of her shoulders taking his weight off his forearms. Maria was standing close by to watch this pretty fifteen year old fucking her first man. She saw the strong stomach of the man lower to the soft heaving girlish belly. The long, thick stem of his prick prodded near her cunt. The cunt that had accepted the long prick of the dog was not finding it so easy to allow the fatter, more bulbous head of this mature prick to enter her cunt.
Maria knelt beside the bed to get her face close to the genitals of man and girl. She saw the overlarge penis head battering away at the outer lips of the cunt. She reached her arm up between his thighs and taking hold of the thick base of his penis, she squeezed it and pulled it to guide the swaying head into the waiting moist cunt that would allow its entrance with some degree of force.
Instinctively the girl arched her body, heaving her belly upwards and so causing the head of the hot penis to sink in between the moist outer lips of the cunt that spread apart under the onslaught. A piercing scream came from the girl as this fat cock sank into her and stretched the walls of her cunt to the extreme of their elasticity. Just as the front paws of the dog had embraced her neck and shoulders so this man wrapped his arms round her upper body. Like the dog before him he furiously fucked this lovely girl. With hard but controlled lunges that had all his weight behind them, pounding in-and-out-lunging with this young girl until even Maria feared that he was intent on forcing his great prick right up through her belly to her throat and so out of her mouth.
It could not be long before so beastial a man would reach his climax. Showing no more regard or thought for the girl than the dog had done a few minutes earlier when the canine climax had been reached, Giles was coming heavily and deeply into her womb. From the way he shrieked and then groaned Maria thought her manservant had exploded his balls at the culmination of this union with the pretty girl, and in fact that was just how it felt to Giles. He felt sure his balls had been shot off his pipe as well as the actual spending come so intense and complete was his orgasm.
Melinda had experienced yet another wonderful come when she had felt the hot sperm of this virile cock being jetted hard up into her belly. She lay with eyes closed, tired, happily satiated, her mind quite numbed by the events that had taken place during the last hour or so. She was asleep before Giles led her doggy lover from her bedroom. She hardly felt the hefty naked body of Maria sliding under the sheets with her an hour or so later, and she was certainly not aware of that strong thick rubber dildo that Maria had strapped to her loins before getting into bed with the girl.
When the girl had been refreshed by sound sleep, she was subjected to further fuckings - at least five - but this time with the help of a rubber prick and the strong agile thighs and hips of Maria.
CHAPTER TWO
Maureen had started to do as she had been told and unpack her things. She was not happy at being left alone in this small strange bedroom and she felt quite relieved when after a short while she heard the door being unlocked from the outside and the grinning, swarthy-skinned Carliti came into the room.
"Weeel leetle one" he murmured, "how are you geeting on, alreet little one, eh?" Before she could stop him he had sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her down to sit on his knee. One arm slid round her waist, his other hand quickly undid the buttons of the front of the pretty blue blouse she was wearing and his hot fingers were caressing over the small, but brassiered titties under her blouse.
The child felt a funny feeling race through her, a feeling similar to the one she had experienced when this man had squeezed her knees in the car and like the exciting sensation she had felt when she had been looking at that picture in the hall.
His arm that had been round her waist slid down to her plump little ass. It was but a quick down-and-under-movement for his hand to be under the hem of her skirt, up her bare thighs until his fingertips touched the edge of her panties.
He saw she was not finding his lewd touchings unpleasant. He grinned at her, "I hear that you are twelve years old now leetle one," he said softly. "It's time you knew what it is like to have a man's hand under your clothing isn't it?"
For fully ten minutes he was content to fondle her, not too intimately, but with enough suggestive tickling and rubbing movements to make the girl excited.
Suddenly he stood up and without pausing undid his fly allowing the results of his petting to show itself to her startled eyes. The twelve year old was gazing at his immensely erected prick, her eyes wide in alarm and excitement, he noted. He held his prick at the base and waggled it at her. "You are old enough to get to know this better," he murmured. "Now take off your panties my dear, come now, be a good girl, do as I tell you and we will get on well together."
The girl rose from the bed, she did not know what to do, whether to do as he hold her, to wait and hope her sister would be back, or what... ?
"Very well leetle girlie," he murmured, "I must help you then... Here... let me get your leetle pantees, like this... there... I am pulling the sweet preeety pantees down your lovely legs dear child."
She found herself helping him as his hands reached up under her skirt and tugged her tight fitting pants down her thighs. Maureen could not stop herself from trembling when his gentle, firm hands made her lay back on the bed. He smiled at her as he looked down into her flushed confused expression. "There is no need for leetle girlie to be afraid of me," he tried to sooth her, to coax her to co-operate with him. "Come now leetle girlie, open those pretty leetle legs for me. Open them... that's right... wider... open pretty legs wider girlie."
His eyes gleamed with lust as he looked down at the soft brownish down of hair at the base of the heaving little belly. The pinkish slit was almost hidden so thin were the lips and so small the hole that could be opened up between them. She held her breath as his large hand descended to her belly and rubbed the soft smooth flesh. For a moment or so he contented himself with his massaging gently in circular movements until the child was writhing in some sort of rhythm with his hand movements. "There... there little girlie... that's making you feel nice already, eh? Making you feel good inside eh, making you want to be a leetle bit naughty girlie eh?"
His other hand joined in the task of exciting her tender flesh. With his thumbs, he traced down the now slightly puffed cuntlips, squeezing them inwards and then pulling them apart and rubbing his thumbs hard into the slight gap that resulted. The youngster was soon wriggling and tossing her hips from side to side, a movement that pleased her swarty companion no end.
"That's right leetle girlie, you move and wriggle that lovely belly of yours, make it move just as such as you like. Would you like me to kiss your cunt like theees."
While speaking he lowered his face to the tossing belly of the child and for fully a quarter of an hour his mouth never left the precincts of her belly and her cunt. His tongue and lips paid homage to the moistening little cunt and by the time he lifted his face from her, she was hot, very hot, and very wet down at her tender, little twat.
Seeing he had worked her up as far as he was able to without going the whole way with her, he slipped his trousers and pants off. Rolling up his shirt, he eased himself down on top of her slender frame. Another ten minutes went by of constant wriggling, panting and heaving before he at last managed to insert enough of the fat barrel of his prick into the girlish cunt. The fingering, the stroking and the kissing and licking had all helped to make the passage of her young vagina wet and receptive. An ecstatic groan came from her lips as she felt a wild surging sensation go through her as the swollen shaft of the hot strong prick sank deeper into her cunt.
At the age of twelve, she was having her cherry broken by this man - this foreign man old enough to be her father - and despite the slight stinging pain that went with the ruptured hymen skin, she felt an intense hot feeling of pleasure sweep through her as his cock sank into her completely virgin twat. A few more careful, sturdy pushes and he had his stomach flattened down on top of the heaving panting little soft belly. Every inch of cock was up inside her tender hole now and he did not move very much until he had allowed her time to get used to the feeling she loved it!
He raised his body to take some of his weight on his left arm which he placed on the bed beside her head. He looked down into her face, a face covered in a film of sweat and flushed. "There leetle girlie," he mused "doesn't that make your leetle cunny feel good eh. Doesn't that make you feel velly happy inside. That leetle cunt between your legs was ready for this prick wasn't it dear leetle girlie?"
Although his arm was taking some of his weight off the twelve year old, he was still very heavy and she thought he was going to squash her completely. She couldn't think very clearly, she had a new exciting sensation that kept making her tremble and want to jerk her body up towards him. She did not answer him, only the sounds of 'oos and ahhs' came from her throat as her pretty little mouth opened and shut as she panted for breath.
Carliti slowly began the Oldest movements known to mankind, the in and out sliding of the male penis into the female cunt. Gradually the careful strokes speeded up, slowly but surely the man was losing the self control that helped him to treat this very young girl with thoughtful care. He began to fuck her with strokes more in keeping with a lusty male and his horny whore than a man with a twelve year old ex-virgin. His hot hands came down to loop under her knees, letting his full weight fall on her belly by so doing. He lifted the knees and made the young limbs bend back until he could get his hands to her shoulders. In doing this he forced her legs right up and back and made her cunt all the more open and easy to penetrate.
He tried to straighten his arms even more acutely and so make her legs shoot almost straight up so that her feet and calves were directed upwards above his shoulders as he reared over her bent-doubled torso. She had never imagined ever being made to adopt this sort of position, bent almost into a ball, her legs pointing upwards, the weight of this man almost crippling her, that strong long thing so deeply-inside her she thought it would never be able to be pulled out of her. He grinned down at her flustered face "These is what leetle girlies like you are made for" he chortled "you were made to have a big theek cockie pushed right in you like theees leetle girlie."
He felt the juvenile belly give a series of convulsive shudders followed at once by the jerking of her legs upwards and the intense stretching of seemingly every part of her young body. He knew what was happening. It was not always possible to make a girl so young have a come, but this one was ready for fucking. More than ready for the fucking of her cunt, she was having an orgasm already!
He wished that he could have held back longer, but the heat that came from her tight little cunt and the sticky moisture that now trickled down the full length of his embedded prick made him have that uncontrollable urge to fuck her sweet cunt.
When at last his convulsions were subsiding and his sperm had been deposited high into her body he smiled down at her sweating face. "That was a nice leetle fuck wasn't it girlie," he murmured pulling himself upwards off the spread-eagled body of the twelve year old.
He heard the sound of footsteps going past the door. With the footsteps he heard the soft padding of an animal.
He smiled to himself, it was Giles taking their hound along to the bedroom where Melinda would have been taken. Everything was going according to plan.
PART THREE CHAPTER ONE
The woman eased herself back against the wall of the alley where she had gone with the two men. She was by no means a ravishing beauty, just an ordinary housewife with a husband at work all night and little to occupy her time during the evenings. She had gone to the Rose and Crown for a drink and there she had met the two men who were now standing in the alley with her. For some time they had necked, the men taking turns to kiss her and fumble in her clothes and eventually she became hot. One of the men got his hand to the lips of her cunt and her juices started to flow. She in turn had run her hands over the hardness of his penis where it pressed against her stomach. But this was now not enough for her and she wanted its hard length inside her, but it was too risky in the alley. The men were only too well aware of her feelings, and out for a night on a spree, they could think of no better way of finishing the evening then getting fucked. "Look, Bill," she gasped, "We could go home to my place but before we do you must promise me that there will be no fucking about with my daughter. She is young and I'm trying to bring her up to live decently. She'll be still up when we get there, watching television, so no monkey business before she goes to bed."
"That's all right with us, isn't it Jim." said the one who had already felt the wetness of her passion with his fingers. When his friend nodded the three of them set off for her home. Before they entered she again asked them to promise and again they agreed.
As they all went into the sitting room the men saw her daughter and exchanged glances for the girl was about thirteen, and dressed in her school uniform looked young and fresh. Her figure was well developed with titties that jutted hard against her white blouse. Her legs were long and straight and swept into nicely rounded hips that narrowed into a perfect waist. Certainly she was a choice piece. After a little hesitation she greeted the "friends of her uncle" with a smile and talked pleasantly to them for a while until her mother suggested she should go to bed.
As soon as she left the room, Bill took the woman in his arms and kissed her fiercely, bending her backwards so that she felt her back would break. His hand slid up and down her back restlessly and she moaned with both passion and fear as the intensity of his caresses increased. Slowly he forced her back towards the long settee and as soon as the back of her knees touched the edge she fell onto it pulling Bill down on top of her. Without any preliminary ado Bill started to slide his hands along her legs and as they passed up under her skirt again she wriggled her ass to give him easier access to her charms.
They continued to kiss while his fingers found the edge of her panties and eased them aside so that he could fondle her cunt more easily. The lips were thick and juicy and she made no protest when he gently probed inside and began to tickle her clitty. In fact she clung to him harder and her tongue shot into his mouth, exploring its warmth and searching for his tongue.
Then taking one hand from his shoulders she began to fondle the hardness of his prick through his trousers, fumbling words of passion into his mouth as his fingers penetrated even deeper into her lusting crevice. Covering his face with kisses she began to undo the buttons of his trousers and her hand slipped inside. He was not wearing pants and she gasped as her hand came into immediate contact with his prick. It felt enormous, far larger than her husband's and she felt a little afraid at the thought of having such a large weapon between her legs and forcing its way into her cunt. But she still grabbed it and brought it out into the open. She started to stroke it, pulling the foreskin to and fro with the expert knowledge of an experienced woman. She had handled many pricks in her time and particularly when her husband had been in the army she had opened her legs to quite a few different pricks.
Then she arched her back and allowed Bill to slide her panties down her legs and Jim who had been just watching and enjoying the spectacle, took them from her ankles. Then opening her legs wide she lay right back along the settee completely abandoning herself to Bill's searching hands. His fingers went back immediately to her cunt and slid in and out raising her to a fever of expectation while she began to pull his prick towards the open slit between her legs. She felt she could wait no longer and sensing the height of her urgency, Bill rolled on top of her, settling between her open legs with the tip of his prick resting against the lips of her vagina.
Then Bill started to urge his body forward and his prick began to push its way inside her cunny! With gasps of passion she pushed her front against him. Then with a savage jerk he thrust his prick right at her and she cried out as it shot up her channel, seeming to burst the walls with its stark strength and hardness. In he thrust his prick again building up a regular pattern and her cries became moans of sheer pleasure as her body rose and fell with his urgent thrusting. As she bucked up to meet each stroke, his prick touched the very depths of her womb and she cried aloud again. Then he started to slide his weapon in and out with increased speed and she became more accustomed to the size. Her soaking wet cunt was now able to accommodate him easily and as she moved with him she uttered endearments in his ear as her passion approached its climax. Faster and faster they went and lunged around on the settee. Her skirt was right up round her waist and Jim stood watching with great enjoyment as he saw Bill lunge in again and again.
She felt she would surely split in two as Bill's, hard strokes plunged into her but she rode the storm on her ripe swelling ass-cheeks that his hands gripped tightly as he pulled her even harder against his billy.
Then she felt herself finally riding onto the crest of a wave and she shouted, "I'm coming darling. Oh it's wonderful, fuck me harder, fuck me harder, harder. Now I'm almost there. Come right into me, let me feel your lovely sperm shooting into me. Let it come. Oh please let it come. As she shrieked Bill made one last lunge and toppled her fully underneath and shot his load right up her hole. She writhed with the heat of it and continued to groan as her own passion passed its wonderful climax. Slowly she felt the throbbing of his prick subside within her and she cuddled his head gently in her arms. His limp penis slid from her of its own accord leaving a trickle of juice dribbling from her cunt.
After they had rested in this position for some moments, he eased himself off her body and took out some cigarettes. Offering one to her he inhaled the sweet smoke and seemed to become aware of Jim for the first time.
"O.K. Jim, now its your turn and you could not find a sweeter piece of cunt any where in the country."
Jim looked at the woman. "How about it Jenny, do you think you could stand another fucking just yet?"
She lay back and looked him over with a twinkle in her eye for already her vagina was tickling deliciously at the thought of another fucking with a man fresh and strong. "I think I'd like to see what I'm getting." she answered.
He moved over to her and standing in front of her, stripped off his shirt and trousers. His body was perfect and the erotic scene he had just witnessed made his penis stand out even harder than usual. Lying on her back she reached up and fondled his balls.
"You're certainly the two finest bits of manhood I've seen for a very long time," she chuckled, "But I'm feeling hot in more ways than one so I think I'd like to be undressed before we start another roll on this poor suffering settee, so strip me naked Jimmy darling and use me as you wish."
Wasting no time he sat beside her and as she played with his prick, he undid the zipper of her dress. She took her hand away from his prick and held her arms up as he struggled to pull off the dress. After much laughter and wriggling, he got it off and then made her sit up while he undipped her brassiere. As the cups fell away from her breasts, she arched her back and thrusting them out towards his face said "Well, what do you think of them? Not bad for a woman of my age are they?" Indeed they would have done credit to a girl of any age and Jimmy fondled their ripeness eagerly. She was now only wearing her girdle and stockings and as Jim went to remove these she told him to leave them on as she thought it was more sexy. Jimmy agreed and then as he was about to climb on top of her she had an idea.
"I know" she said "Let me give you a sucking."
' "What the bloody hell is that?" asked Jim in surprise.
"Just you lie back and see," said Jenny and she pushed him back along the settee. Then getting on her hands and knees she bent forward over his stiff prick. First she encircled his prick with her fingers and slowly rubbed him up harder. Then she lowered her face and placed her lips to his prick. Opening her mouth wide she took the weapon inside sliding her lips down the full length and then started to lick his cock with her tongue. Bill knew what she was going to do and eager to give his pal as much fun as he had had, quickly took off his clothes as well and moved behind her. Then sliding his hand between the crease of her ass he found her cunt and forced two fingers inside her hole.
This started to make her tongue the prick even faster and she suddenly pulled Jim's cock right into her mouth as far as it would go and started to suck. Her tongue played around the head of his cock slipping inside the foreskin while the suction of her mouth made him feel that nothing could be nicer and that he must get his wife to do this to him some day soon. He reckoned a few dirty pictures he had seen at work might help this, but for the moment he gave himself up to the woman who was giving him such a fine time. He placed his hands on top of her head and held it firm while he began to buck his 'body at her, urging his prick further into her sucking mouth. Bill, finger-fucking her cunt powerfully from behind saw what he was doing and urged him on verbally.
"Fuck her good, boy, go on, harder, don't let her get away."
Jenny was wriggling her ass all over the place but he kept his fingers tight in her hole and even though his own prick had stiffened again he had other plans for its future whereabouts and. was not going to waste any more sperm in her crack.
Jenny continued to suck Jim's cock, indeed there was little else she could do for he was holding her head firmly on him and was thrusting into her mouth with steady strokes, really enjoying this new pleasure. In and out plunged his prick at one end of the woman while at the other end two fingers were fucking her and with a moan of joy she felt herself come. As the same moment, she gave a tremendous suck and Jim felt his prick swell to bursting and his prick shot into her mouth with a powerful erection that forced half of it down her throat before she even realized what was happening. Finding his sperm to her taste she continued to suck the remained from his cock and he felt she was trying to drain his balls dry.
Then with a sigh, Jim released her and his limp penis left her fiery mouth, but not before she gave it one last loving suck. "I've sucked a lot of men before," she said. "But I've never let them shoot into my mouth. It was lovely Jim and I'm glad you didn't let me take my mouth away. Did you enjoy it?"
"You bet your life I did." chuckled Jim as he stood up.
Now Bill became more brisk and business like even thought he was quite naked and his penis was jutting out from his body in evidence of a rekindled desire.
"Now we must discuss the girl of yours, my dear Jenny." he said. "I've taken quite a fancy to her and I'd like to tuck her up in bed more happily."
Jenny looked up aghast. "No Bill, you leave her alone. I told you I want to keep her clean and fresh."
"That's just what interests me. How nice it would be to break in a virgin, especially with a prick that just left her mother's well worn cunt."
At this Jenny jumped up from the settee. "You filthy swine." she cried and received a slap across the face that sent her crashing back to the settee.
"Now just you leave us alone," said Bill. "We're going up to the girl's room and if you try to stop us your old man will be quite interested to know what a lovely fucker you are and how you prefer sperm with your gin. Don't dare to come upstairs for at least an hour, you bitch, or you'll get more than you bargained for when you set out for this nights screwing.
Again Jenny got up but now she was whining pitifully about having some mercy and leaving the girl alone but Jim this time slapped her face and Bill punched her in the stomach doubling her up painfully. Then the two men took off her stockings and tied her arms and legs behind her. At the same time Jim pinched her tits viciously making her cry out whereupon they stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth and tied a scarf around it. Then leaving her on the floor, quite powerless, they left the room and climbed the stairs to find the girl's bedroom.
Jenny's daughter had undressed and put on a night dress but once in bed she had been unable to sleep and had heard sounds from downstairs that suggested her mother was still entertaining the two men friends of her uncle. She was quite an innocent girl although since puberty she had been aware of some strange stirrings in her loins and had played with her pussy from time to time.
When the door opened she was lying in bed with the light on and she gasped as the two nude men walked into her room. Her eyes flew over their bodies and she noticed immediately their erect pricks sticking out from the clusters of hair on their bellies. She had never seen any- thing like this before and her mouth became dry with fear. She was only vaguely aware of what these men wanted but she certainly realized that they should not have been in her room at all in their naked state.
"What do you want?" she asked in a whisper.
"Your mother sent us up to you." said Bill with a grin. "She thought you might have been missing some of the fun we've been having with her and she felt you ought to have your share of our company."
"I don't believe you." cried the frightened girl. "Get out before I scream."
"You're too far away from the next house for that to worry us," said Jim. "Now get out of bed."
"I will do no such thing," cried Ruth.
At this the two men moved up to the bed and pulled all the bedclothes from her body. They looked down at her young form admiringly.
"She looks good, don't she Jim?" Bill said and as Jim, nodded he went on, "But it would be better if we could see more of her. Get up, girl, or do we have to make you?"
Ruth just cowered in the bed and made no attempt to move.
"Now look, we're not going to hurt you unless you refuse to do as you're told so it would be better if you gave in without trouble. Now get up and take that nightdress off."
Still she just lay there so Bill wasted no more time and slapped her face and as she turned away he grabbed her and turned her over on the bed. Jim took the hem of her nightdress and pulled it back, revealing the swelling mounds of her taut girlish ass. They gleamed whitely in the light and he could not refrain from bending down and planting his mouth against them. Bill was still asking her to let them have their fun with her but she remained stubbornly silent. Bill told Jim to stop kissing her ass and to find her slippers. Jim got up and after rummaging around found a backless pair with whippy soles and giving them to Bill he took over the holding down of the captive girl.
Bill then gave her a sharp slap across the behind with one of the slippers and she cried out in pain. Bill again asked her to join in the fun and when she refused he beat her again and again on her seat until it glowed pink. Her sobbing was loud and long but she showed that she . was weakening and with a final sob cried out, "I'll do what you want, but please don't hit me anymore."
Tossing aside the slipper, Bill told her to stand up. Her body aching with pain, she scrambled to her feet and stood in front of them meekly awaiting their bidding.
"NOW, take off that thing," said Bill and in silence she pulled the garment over her head. As she pulled it over her head revealing her lovely girlish body Bill cried out, "Fuck it," for he had just seen that she was wearing a sanitary napkin. "How long have you been like this?" he asked.
"I just started today," she whimpered. "Please let me go back to bed. I'm no use to you like this," and she let her nightdress fall back into place covering herself from the men's hungry looks.
"Oh yes you are." Bill said. "But not in the _ way we meant when we first came in here. We set out to fuck you having just flashed our pricks for your mother's benefit. The bloody bitch should have told us you were like this. Wait till I get hold of her later. I'll make her pay for this. But for the moment we're going to show you how to keep a man happy even when you're unavailable normally. Now, for the last time take this fucking nightdress off."
Hastily she pulled it off and she stood there silently while they admired her body. Actually now that she realised they were not going to fuck her she began to take a happier view of things and her gaze idly ran over their naked bodies. The sight of her fresh young body had kept their pricks erect and she marvelled secretly at the size of them and the hanging sacks beneath them which she took to be the balls which she had heard other girls at school talking about.
Finishing their gloating over her fresh charms, Bill and Jim sat down on the bed and beckoned her to them. As she came closer, he reached out and touched her breasts lightly with his finger tips. She grasped as if stung but before she could pull back Bill had put his arms around her waist and pulling her nearer he placed his lips on her belly and kissed it. His mouth moved up over her waist and up to her tits, kissing the flesh in the valley between them and then moving over towards one rotund cherry tipped nipple which his tongue flicked out to lick. Again she jumped but his mouth fastened firmly over the nipple and as he started to suck, the pliant flesh of her breast was drawn slowly but firmly into his mouth, while his tongue slid over the creamy flesh.
Her eyes were now closed as she gave herself up to the sensation Bill was kindling inside her and she felt a delicious itch between her legs where her untouched vagina was coming miraculously to life.
She could not help but think to herself how sad it was that she was having her period and how nice it would have been to allow this man, or rather these two men, to fill her empty cunt with their hard pricks. As this thought came into her mind she put out a timid hand and groped between their hot bodies until she touched Bill's prick. She almost took her hand away in fright as she felt how hard it was, like an iron bar, but Bill's hand closed over hers, and moving her fingers around the huge circumference of his cockie he started to slide her hand to and fro. She felt the outer skin of his rod moving with her fingers and when to took his hand away to place it around her back, fingers resting on the swelling orbs of her buttocks, she automatically continued to move his foreskin backwards and forwards.
This seemed to send him into a frenzy of excitement for his sucking of her breast increased in tempo. Indeed her acceptance of the situation had sent him into almost crazy delight increasing his desire for her throbbing girlish flesh so different from the soft flabbiness of her mother's body. Jim now began to join in the act. He stood up and took Ruth's face between his hands. She opened her eyes and found herself looking straight into his. Jim saw the fires of passion in her expression crying out for relief as he bent his lips to her soft mouth. With a sigh of joy she closed her eyes again as his lips closed over hers. This was her first kiss and already her body felt alive with a white heat, sparked by the touch of his mouth on hers, so much so that her own mouth flowered open inviting his tongue to plunge into the fiery heat of her moist mouth.
Her hand was still working over Bill's prick while Jim's tongue sought out her own and with their lips writhing furiously together her tongue replied by trying to force its way back into his mouth. At the same time his hands began to play with her other tit and she in her turn used her spare hand to grip his cock and rub him fiercely.
Such were their positions that her back started to ache unbearably as Jim kept trying to bend her body under his ardent kisses while Bill, still sucking her nipple, held her lower body firmly in place. Then in a confusion of naked bodies, Jim becoming too ambitious, forced them all on to the bed. As they were sorting out the tangle of their nude bodies they heard a door bang downstairs and at once their passion cooled.
Both men sat bolt upright on the bed while Ruth lay flat on her back. "That must be Daddy." she grasped. "He's come home very early. Please say you have not been here but that you came up to use the bathroom."
Without another word they got up and padded from the room. Ruth quickly jumped up, put out the light and snuggled back into bed. For the next half hour she heard the sound of shouting and crying, then came the bang of the front door. She could still hear her father shouting at her mother when she eventually quieted her throbbing body and fell asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
For the next few days her parents were not speaking- to each other, which was hardly surprising, and Ruth found life at home more than miserable so she started staying out late with her friends and her father, sensing her unhappiness, asked no questions. While her mother, afraid of what might have happened to Ruth on that awful night, also refrained from asking her awkward questions which might have thrown more light on those events and so started the rowing all over again.
At the end of the week Ruth's period finished and a couple of days later as she made her way home from school with her friend Janie, a car drew up beside them and a voice called her name. Janie, by the way, had recently been boasting that she had handled her brother's prick while they were alone in the house and she had said that her brother had even slipped his hand up her skirt and was just touching her slit when their mother came home. After that occasion they had experimented a few more times and explored each other's bodies and Janie was only too eager to grasp any chance to further her investigations into the anatomy of the male sex.
Ruth on hearing her name turned and blushed furiously when she saw Bill and Jim in the car.
"We're going for a drive in the country and to have a drink over at Markham. Would you like to come? Your friend can come too if she likes, it'd make up a nice foursome."
Janie started to giggle and pulled Ruth away before she could answer and said "Do you know these men, Ruth?" As Ruth nodded Janie then asked, "Do you think it will be much fun. I mean will they want to fuck us in the car or will it be just for a ride?"
Ruth giggled. "I know they'll want to fuck me and I should think they'd want to get your panties down as well. They had me in the nude last week but they were very kind and there was no rough stuff." Here she blushed at the thought of Bill slapping her bare ass with the slipper but she felt it was not necessary to tell Janie everything.
They moved back to the car and when they said they could go Bill opened the rear door and they climbed in. Within ten minutes the car was speeding through the countryside and after a while they pulled up outside a lovely country inn. The four of them climbed out and were just going inside when Bill realized that the girls would not be served as they would have looked too young even without the school uniforms which they were still wearing. Quickly explaining the position to them the men went inside while the girls got back into the car. A few minutes later Bill appeared carrying two glasses. He handed them to the girls and went back inside.
Giggling merrily Janie took a sip and grimaced. "Oh, it's gin." she exclaimed. "I know because I've tried some of Daddy's at home. It makes you feel all light and floating if you have enough."
Ruth took a sip of hers and sat back thinking that she did not like the taste very much. Just then Jim came back with two more glasses and made the girls drink their first drinks right down before he went back. Having got the taste of the stuff, they soon finished their second drink and by then Bill and Jim appeared again carrying two bottles wrapped in paper. When they had returned the glasses they got in the car but this time Bill asked Ruth to get in the front with him while Jim got in the back with Janie.
They quickly moved off down the road until they came to a turning that looked like a farm track. Turning into it, Bill maneuvered the car along the rough path until it finally petered out on an open field.
Turning left the car bumped along for a while until Bill brought it to a standstill far away from the lane and in the middle of nowhere. He parked amidst a clump of trees which sheltered the car in the fading light of day.
"What have we come here for?" asked Janie.
"Well Ruth could give you one answer," chuckled Bill. "But another is that I for one am dying for a piss. I'd be doing it in my bloody trousers in a minute. Anyone else for a piss up a tree?" he laughed coarsely, but the girls were feeling the effects of the gin and they just giggled.
Opening the door Bill took Ruth by the hand. "Come on Ruth my dear, you can hold my prick and direct the stream." Ruth felt very lightheaded and allowed herself to be pulled from the car. Then Jim got hold of Janie. "Come on." he said, "We're not going to be outdone by these two are we?" and out they got. Both girls swayed a little in the fresh air but allowed themselves to be led to the nearest tree.
"Hey Jim, let's see who can piss the farthest up the trunk, said Bill.
"Okay," said Jim. "You first."
"Right Ruth," his friend cried. "Let's show them what we can do. Come on, take my cock out and hold it. You direct the stream as high as you can while I concentrate on giving it as much force as I can."
Ruth quickly undid the buttons of his trousers and took his prick out. She had no illusions as to what was in store for her now, but the gin, her unhappiness at home, her earlier experiences with the two men and her young sexual feelings were too strong for her to resist and so she dragged Bill's prick into the open. She heard Janie gasp and exclaim how much bigger it was than her brother's. As she pointed it at the trunk and felt it tremble, Bill's urine sped along the stem, shooting out in a fierce hissing stream which she directed up the trunk as far as she could. With a sigh from Bill, he stopped pissing and signalled to Jim to take his turn. Ruth saw Janie fumbling inside Jim's trousers and as she watched her friend bring out the other prick she had handled in the privacy of her bedroom she felt the first twinge of jealousy. However the stiffening of Bill's prick between her fingers drove away this thought and she laughed as Janie and Jim tried hard to better her efforts with Bill's jet stream. The competition gave rise to much merriment but at last Jim finished without beating Bill's attempt whereupon Bill claimed a kiss for the winner and pulled Janie roughly into his arms and planted a kiss full on her lips. Janie slid her arms round his neck and pressed herself close to his body. When they fell apart Bill was gasping while Janie was flushed with excitement.
"Where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?" he asked.
"My brother taught me a thing or two," grinned Janie and in a flash she found herself in Jim's arms with his lips working on hers as if he were trying to eat them. She clung to him fiercely and after watching them for a few moments Bill took Ruth's arm and jerked his head towards the other side of the cluster of trees. Ruth nodded in agreement and she trembled all over with expectancy. Bill went back to the car first and took out one of the bottles then taking Ruth by the hand he led her away from the other couple who were necking furiously.
When they reached the other side of the trees Bill sat on the grass and without any rush or hurry that would upset her he pulled Ruth down beside him. "Like a drink, kid?" he asked and although Ruth bridled at the use of the word kid she accepted the bottle and took a swig. For a moment she felt as if her tongue had been burned off then the liquid slipped down her throat and coursed its way into her stomach. Choking she sat up erect and the tears streamed from her eyes. Bill rubbed her back for a moment and then told her to take another swallow for it would make her feel better. Afraid of being called a kid again Ruth took another swig and sure enough this time she found it more pleasant And her veins throbbed as the liquor warmed its way around her body. Her head began to swim for a moment but she shook it and it cleared almost at once and her body seemed to take on a new life. Bill took a swallow himself then turned to her and put one arm around her shoulders. He eased her gently back onto the grass and started to kiss her fully on the mouth. Her lips were fresh without lipstick, warm and clinging and Bill gently pulled them apart running his tongue along them before slipping it into the warm recess. Her arms crept up around his neck and she pulled his face into hers at the same time moving her body next to his.
His own passion was rising and he forced his hips at her so that the long hardness of his prick was pressed against her cunt. A sigh gurgled into his mouth from her throat and he moved his right hand along her side until it was resting on her raised hip then he slipped it over her ripe ass and pulled her even closer to him wriggling his hips against her all the time so that the end of his stiff prick was always jabbing into her.
For a while they were lost in the bliss of their kissing but after some quarter of an hour Bill began to think of all the other things he wanted to do to this fresh young virgin who lay so demurely in his arms. He took his hand away from her buttocks and raised himself on one elbow so that he could look down at her. Due to their exertions her slip had ridden up well over her knees and Bill could see almost the full length of her legs from the top of her thigh down to her white ankle socks.
Ruth lay there as if asleep keeping her eyes closed and awaiting Bill's next move in the knowledge that she would soon reach a fulfilment for which she had begun to long during the past few days. She was now ready to surrender herself completely to him and give him anything he desired. She made no move to stop him when she felt him easing the shoulder straps of her slip down to her waist, nor when his fingers started to fumble with the buttons of her white blouse. Then his hot hand was on her titty and she heaved a sigh which pushed the willing flesh against his. Idly his fingers traced patterns across her creamy flesh and fondled her nipple into a state of erection. It stood out from her breast like a delectable cherry ripe for eating. Quickly then he pulled all her clothing aside and bared her breasts completely to the air and his lustful gaze.
The mound of flesh looked firm in his hand but it felt soft and he squeezed it just to make sure. Little blue veins traced paths into the area of pinkish brown surrounding the hard nipple and he found he could keep his face away no longer. Bill lowered his mouth and took the nipple between his lips and began to rub it with the tip of his tongue.
His right hand was now free and he slid it to the hem of her skirt. He first felt her thigh through the thick material but quickly moved his hand to her bare knee.
He devoured the delight of its roundness for a few moments and then slid his hand underneath the skirt and slowly moved up her warm smooth thigh. His fingers roved all over her flesh gradually moving up until his hand finally encountered the edge of her panties. He pressed the palm of his hand against her mound and then taking his mouth away from her breast whispered in her ear. "Let me take them off so that the air can get to your darling little cunt."
Ruth replied, "Darling Bill, you can take all my clothes off if it would make you happy." She was now completely lost to the throbbing ache of desire which tormented her and arched her back as she felt him removing her briefs. He pulled them from her and she felt the cold air bite her crotch. It exhilarated her and she pulled Bill's mouth to hers and started to kiss him even more fervently. At the same time Bill put his hand on her thigh again and although careful not to rush - things caressed her gently until he again came to her soft virginal mound which was covered with but the slightest triangle of down. Her legs were closed but when he pushed one finger to the spot where they met at the top she shifted her body and slowly parted her thighs, abandoning her virgin cunt to his fingers. Gradually he slid his middle finger along the lips probing into the entrance until he found her clitoris. Immediately as he touched it, she burst into life for her arms clung more fiercely to him and her tongue shot into his mouth with short fast jabs and her passionate juice flowed from her vagina so, that it felt as if he had put his finger into an overripe peach. He moved his finger further inside her trying to stretch the walls of her cunt further apart, until he felt the protecting web of her maidenhead. With gentle rolling fingers he massaged the hymen that would have to be broken when he took her by storm and he felt her hands fluttering over his back until taking courage she groped down blindly between them and her tiny fingers took hold of his massive stiff prick through the cloth of his trousers.
Then daringly she started to open his fly and her hand slipped inside and grasped his thick prick. Again she gurgled into his mouth and automatically opened her thighs even wider to allow his finger to move further inside her. But he had no intention of breaking her in with his fingers. He had never had a virgin before and this promised to be something which he would be a fool to miss. Indeed he was not married and had never wanted to be. He lived with Jim and his wife and when he was at home and Jim was out he found that Jim's wife was more than ready to be fucked. He considered himself to be lucky that he had all the sexual benefits of marriage without any of the other liabilities. He had lost count of the number of times he had fucked Vicky when Jim was out. She was a prize bitch and would take it any time and any place. He had once fucked her in the bath and she had squealed with joy as the water splashed all over the room. Another time he'd laid her across the kitchen table and had given her the grind of her life on the hard top. Once she'd even sucked him off, something which Jim had never been able to get her to do. At the same time he tongued her cunt and poked her asshole with his finger. Now he had something fresh and untouched and he wanted to make the most of it.
Ruth started to rub his foreskin to and fro in the way she had learned in the bedroom that night, but finding himself almost on the point of coming Bill made her stop and she contented her self by playing with his balls while he continued to massage her cunt with his fingers. But such is the power of sex that although he wanted to go on just playing with her and dragging the whole procedure to its ultimate length before finally screwing her, he found that in spite of himself he had to fuck her soon or bust.
Withdrawing his finger from her cunt he placed his hands on her legs and forced them flat on the grass and as wide as possible. Sensing what was coming Ruth gripped his penis again and held on to it as he rolled over and got between her outstretched thighs. He removed her hand from his prick and placed the tip of it at the entrance to her cunt.
Ruth's arms crept around his neck again as he bent his head to see what he was doing and he could feel her hot breath fluttering against his hair.
"Now this is going to hurt you a bit but you'll fell O.K. once it's inside you properly. It'd make it easier for you if you drew your legs up at the knees and tried to put them round my back," he said.
Ruth almost swooning at the thought of Bill getting ready to fuck her was ready to do anything she could to help him in this wonderful task, so she wrapped her legs around his back and crossed her ankles to hold them firmly in place. Then Bill eased himself forward ever so slightly until his prick nuzzled at the twin lips guarding her soaking cunt. He increased the pressure and his penis nosed its way into her entrance gently pushing against her vaginal walls. His foreskin was pulled back tightly and although he felt some pain as he pushed into the tight channel he was willing to bear ten times the amount to gain his final pleasure. Further he pushed, testing the walls and stretching them slowly. A little whimper broke from Ruth's lips as his hard penis-head became fully immersed in her opening and (he could feel her arms tighten around him even more.
Driving his hips slowly in a circling movement he sought to widen the entrance with his rod and as it loosened a little he slid a little further in until he finally felt the opposition of her hymen. "This is it." he thought. "A virgin cunt opening for my prick. I mustn't come too soon, that would spoil it, hold back Bill, hold it back." He gritted his teeth and concentrated on trying to relieve the desire within him. Ruth was gasping at the size of the cock inside her and although she was longing for it to shoot up the length of her cunt, she was terribly afraid of the pain he would cause and just for a moment she was tempted to escape, but she realized Bill would never let go now anyway and the thought sent tremors of excitement racing through her. She was helpless underneath a man and his prick would soon be plunging into her, tearing aside anything that stood in its way, gouging her flesh and filling her with its powerful hardness, robbing her of her virginity and breaking her to his will. Her breath caught at the thought and then she almost fainted away as she felt the end of his prick touching her hymen.
Still rotating his hips Bill began to massage the skin at the same time pushing gently against it and stretching it but his feelings were getting too strong for him to hold back and save Ruth the agony of a brutal tearing of her virgin flesh. He longed to sink his prick deep into her in one mighty lunge. Ruth too felt this waiting could not last much longer and almost instinctively she brought her ankles up into the air and bounded them back onto his body with all the strength in her firm young legs. The shock of the blow so surprised him that he jerked forward and she screamed in agony as his massive prick forced its way through her inner skin and plunged the full length of her vagina tearing the walls apart like a rampant monster unleashed inside her. The pain was almost too much to bear and she screamed again and again. Now that he had finally broken her Bill, spurred on by her cries, forced his prick up her hole to the very end and her whole body jerked as it cannoned into her pelvis seeming as though it would burst right through.
The sensation of his hot throbbing cock inside her filled her with passion. As she had been taken and made to give herself up to his lust completely she now wanted to be ravished, fucked and taken as brutally as possible. She wanted him to use her body, to hurt her, to drive great holes in her cunt, to break her to his will and in fact to rape her as brutally as every woman throughout the ages has secretly longed to be raped.
There was no live between these two, they were just like animals giving themselves over to their lust. Bill had aroused in Ruth a fire that she had never dreamed she possessed. Savagely she bit into his neck, the pain of which made him jerk furiously. He pulled his prick back from the depths of her womb and thrust it back again cruelly forcing its entire length into her clinging cunt. Her fleshy cunt walls seemed to be trying to squash his prick to pulp and the pain of her experiences had robbed her for the moment of her vital juices that enable him to slide his prick easily into her. Hence they were both in a delirium of pain, the tearing of their flesh only adding to their desires.
Then as the pain gradually subsided a little, her juices began to run again and Bill was able to move his prick backwards and forwards more normally. He was able to pull his prick out almost entirely before plunging it back into her right up to the hilt. With every lunge she raised her hips to meet him and as he withdrew her ass fell back to the grass. She was unaware of the hardness of the ground as her soft ass bounced up and down. Bill wanted to sink himself even deeper into her and he took one hand from her back and placing is under her buttocks he pulled her upwards with each downwards thrust he made.
Ruth allowed Nature to take over and rose and fell with him as his prick forced its way inside her and pulled back ready for another thrust. Taking her legs from his back she placed her feet on the ground and in this way was more able to raise herself up to meet his strokes. Slowly their movements acquired a rhythm and they grunted with the effort as they rose and fell against one another.
"Oh my God," gasped Bill, "You're a lovely fuck you little bitch. I could screw the ass off you."
"Oh, fuck me harder Bill, please fuck me harder."
"You bitch, where'd you get such a sweet fucking cunt. I've never poked such a hole in my life. You bastard bitch, I want to fuck you and fuck you and never stop."
"Oh Bill darling, more please, harder, push it right in, fuck me oh... oh it's wonderful. Don't stop darling, oh my darling Bill don't stop, it's too lovely."
In and out plunged his dripping prick as her channel eased and took all he could give her. If this was fucking a virgin he'd have to look around for more like her. Faster and faster his prick went into her and her belly slapped against him as he completed each thrust.
Then he felt the itch growing along the length of his stem, his balls tightened and became heavier, his prick swelled, the heat was unbearable but the joy was supreme and with a final lunge he sank his prick right into her depths. He wanted to stop for a moment, he didn't want to come, he wanted it to go on for ever but he knew he was beaten and that his orgasm was at hand. Ruth was almost there too. She felt as it she were riding the crest of a wave and that at any second she would plunge over the top and sink into oblivion on the other side. She did not want him to stop either and she rotated her hips as his rod rested in her. The wave was breaking, she felt the orgasm welling up inside her. As she reached it she screamed aloud with joy and at the same moment his prick seemed to burst inside her. He cried aloud too at the release of his sperm and Ruth suddenly felt the hot gush of his semen shooting up her and filling her womb and her channel contracted as if to drag every last drain from his heavily laden balls.
Sobbing aloud she just lay there for a time with Bill's hot body lying on top of her, his limp penis still inside her giving her a comfortable feeling of peace and fulfillment. She felt drained of all energy and just wanted to lie there remembering all the moments of their love making while he felt that sleep would be more than welcome.
For a time they just lay like that, neither speaking, each one immersed in their own thoughts and in spite of their close proximity they were rather remote from each other. Then Bill rolled off her body and took out a cigarette. "Like one?" he asked, and without a word Ruth took one and coughed as she lit it. He looked at her and smiled. "No regrets, kid?" he asked after awhile.
"None at all," she replied. "Let's have another drink," and taking the bottle from him she took a swig. The liquor flooded her stomach with its warmth and she felt very contented. They just sat there for a time and again they spoke little but drank a lot and soon Ruth became lightheaded again. She began to giggle. Bill looked at her and was relieved to find that she was taking it so well. After all losing her virginity was a serious business for a girl. Bill himself had become a little drunk and the whisky had reawakened his desires. His penis began to throb again. He got up and as Ruth arose with him he pulled her close and bent his lips to her warm mouth. She kissed him and her tongue penetrated his mouth, searching and seeking. Then they fell apart and holding hands they walked slowly through the darkness to the car.
During their love making Ruth had forgotten all about Jim and Janie but now she whispered, "Bill, I wonder if Jim had Janie?"
"What do you mean 'had'? The word is 'fucked' and just you remember it. I expect he did. Any way let's creep up on them and see what they're up to."
Noiselessly they slid through the trees until they came to the car. There was no one in sight and only when they were close to the car did they hear any movement. They looked through the rear window and saw Jim sitting naked beside Janie also without any clothes on her young body. Jim had his mouth pressed to hers and his fingers were probing her vagina while Janie was rubbing his limp penis as if trying to bring it back to life.
They broke away startled when Bill flung open the door and Janie tried to grab her clothes which were on the front seat but Bill reached out and held her arm.
"There's no need to get them." he chuckled. "After all it's quite warm inside and you've no need to hide that lovely young body of yours."
Janie giggled tipsily and Ruth also felt merry and giggled too. "Let's all take our clothes off," she cried and without waiting she clambered into the car and quickly stripped after running her hands over Jim's prick as she got in. She sat On the other side of Jim and waited until Bill got in and took his clothes off too.
"I know," giggled Janie. "Let's change partners for the next dance." and she reached over the front seat to where Bill was sitting and grasped his hard prick. Bill stretched out and squeezed her tits and Jim turned to Ruth and took her in his arms. He pulled her warm body close to his and kissed her, running his hands all over her flesh at the Same time. Ruth not to be out done took a firm hold of his prick and began to rub it hard. The new body he was holding and the new hands that were holding his prick sent fresh excitement flooding through Jim's body and his prick soon rose manfully under her ministrations.
Bill had pulled Janie into the front seat with him and had her sitting on his lap. Bill whispered something into Janie's ear and she giggled.
"Oh no, I couldn't. It wouldn't be right." she said.
"Don't be so bloody silly. If Ruth's mother can do it, I'm sure you can. Come off my lap and kneel on the floor."
"What are they going to do?" whispered Ruth. Jim didn't answer her directly but reached out and switched on the interior light. "Mind if we watch?" he said. Bill just grinned and Janie took another swig at the bottle before kneeling on the floor in front of Bill. He opened his legs and she slipped inside them, taking his balls in her hand and rolling them together in her palm. His foreskin was stretched right back revealing the angry red flesh of his prick-head. Janie edged herself forward and placed his prick between her young tits. Then she placed her hands on either side and rubbed her breasts around Bill's strong cock. Bill sat back smiling and obviously enjoying himself. Jim and Ruth just sat watching Janie playing with him and then Ruth felt herself being pulled around. Jim pulled her up on to his lap facing him with her legs astride so that her wet cunt was resting against his prick.
Jim took his prick in his hand and guided it to the lips of her slit. Then he urged his belly forward and Ruth's cunt opened to the pressure and his rod slid up her hole filling her again with hardness and a longing to be fucked. She started to rise and fall on his cock while her head was turned to watch Janie.
Janie had taken Bill's prick in her hands and lowered her face to meet it. Shyly she poked her tongue out and licked the head and Bill jumped up as if shot. His hands went to her head and he pulled it into his fleshy stomach where she nuzzled her face against his abundant hair, kissing the flesh and sobbing a little with the suffocating sweat from his body in her nostrils. Then she forced her head lower and she felt his prick jabbing at her lips. Her head was held in a firm grip and his belly moved forward to press his prick even harder against her mouth. Her lips slowly opened and Bill squirmed as her teeth rubbed his sensitive prick-head. Then they parted and his prick slid into the fiery heat of her mouth.
Ruth and Jim were fucking each other for all they were worth at the same time keeping their eyes glued to the sexy scene that was taking place in front of them. Each time that Ruth felt Jim's prick plunge into her cunt she saw Bill's cock slide deep into Janie's mouth.
Janie felt she would choke but she kept the massive prick inside her mouth and played her tongue over it licking the tip and sucking the stem just as if she were trying to extract the last drops of juice from an orange. Her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked and shivers of delight shot up and down Bill's spine as her tongue did its work. His eyes passed from the spot where his prick disappeared into the girl's mouth, to the couple fucking so savagely in the back seat and leaning across he forced his mouth to Ruth's and kissed her. Not to be outdone Jim contrived to move forward so that he could reach down and grab Janie's ass. His fingers travelled down the crease between her ass and she lifted her body to make it easier for him. His searching hand found her cunt. The poor girl was soaking and he plunged too fingers straight in and Bill felt the benefit as Janie started to suck him even more fiercely.
Ruth's cunt' was rising and falling over Jim's staff with the force and rhythm of a piston engine, pulling back the foreskin and sliding up and down his flesh while his free hand was now groping between her ass. He found the tight little hole of her ass and he tickled it with his forefinger causing Ruth to fuck him even faster.
Another piston was at work in the car and Bill was stuffing his prick in Janie's mouth for all he was worth. She kept the prick imprisoned between her lips, at the same time bucking her ass to meet Jim's thrusting fingers.
Ruth felt herself coming to another climax and with a sob she flung her arms around Bill's neck almost toppling him over while she plunged up and down on Jim's organ. The final wave crashed about her again and Jim, realising she had shot her load, pushed her off him and she fell to the floor startled. Then Jim climbed over the seat into the front of the car and got behind Janie. It was a tight fit especially with all the movement going on but Jim managed to get himself in position. Janie offered no resistance when Jim lifted her up on to the seat. All she was trying to do was keep Bill's prick in her mouth, Jim forced Janie to kneel up and pulled her legs apart. She sucked Bill even harder as she felt Jim's prick nuzzling the crease of her ass before it found the opening of her cunt. Jim wedged himself onto the seat behind her and then stuffed her cunt full with one thrust of his prick still wet from Ruth's cunt. He had not come inside Ruth and sensing his climax was not far off fucked Janie brutally from behind while she continued to suck Bill off.
Jim looked down and saw Janie's bare ass shuddering every time he thrust into her. As his rod slid in with ever increasing force he also watched Bill enjoying Janie at the other end. Bill held her head firmly in place so that when he pushed into her mouth Janie felt that his prick was sliding down her throat.
Janie felt quite abandoned with her head down and a prick fucking her mouth while her raised ass was free to another man who was giving her such a powerful fuck from the rear. Then suddenly she got frightened as she felt Bill's prick swelling within her mouth to almost immense proportions as his sperm rose. She tried to take her head away but Bill was not to be outdone and held her tight while he fucked her face for the last few seconds.
Then with a groan he shot his load into her and Janie who had been unable to get her head away was forced to swallow the hot sticky substance which seemed to cling to the roof of her mouth. Suddenly she realized she liked the taste of the stuff and she sucked away avidly drawing every last drop of juice from Bill's prick.
At almost the same moment, she felt a churning in her own loins and she wriggled her ass backwards so that Jim could fill her as full as possible with his staff. With a cry of delight she felt her vagina contract and for the second time in the evening on which she had lost her virginity she . came to a climax, closely followed by the scalding heat of Jim's sperm as he shot the entire contents of his balls up her eager receptive cunt.
Gasping for breath they all fell apart and while Janie sprawled across the two naked men, Ruth recovered from her fucking, passing the whisky bottle over to them.
Nobody felt like speaking for a while and they all rested while they drank and smoked in the hot confines of the car. Unfortunately Janie had had too much to drink and when Bill eventually stirred, he was unable to awaken the nude form on his lap.
"Well," said Bill, "We'd better lay her out on this seat and you and I'll get in the back with Ruth."
They laid Janie out along the front seat and covered her up with a couple of coats and then got in the back seat with Ruth. They sat down one on each side of Ruth. She had also had a lot to drink and although she was not fully gone she nevertheless had a sort of "don't care what happens" feeling. Bill took one of her hands and Jim the other and they placed them on their pricks. Ruth almost automatically started to rub them while they played with her tits and ran their hands over her body. When Jim tried to finger her cunt, however, she told him it was too sore and begged him not to touch her up there so Jim left her hole alone for a while, being content to enjoy the massage she was giving his prick.
Ruth was coming hazier with the heat and the smoke in the car and she only half listened to the two men talking of other experiences they had but she continued to rub their pricks for them. Slowly under her handling they felt their interest in the girl's awakening again and their pricks were rising to a state of considerable firmness.
Ruth was by now almost oblivious to her surroundings and as she started to fade from consciousness she was aware of arms going around her again and she lifted her head weakly to protest.
"Please don't fuck me anymore," she pleaded. "I'm too sore to take another prick," and with this her head fell forward to her chest.
"Come on Jim, let's ass-fuck her while she's out," said Bill, and they quickly tugged at Ruth's body to get her in position. Eventually they got her where they wanted her with her waist resting on the back of the front seat and her head and chest falling over the other side and her ass and legs facing them. In this position Jim pulled her legs open and Bill reached out and pulled her buttocks apart. There nestling in the crease of her flesh was the tiny bud of her asshole. It was pink and looked very small. Bill began to probe it with his finger, pulling the little ring open a bit at a time until he could poke one finger into that other virgin hole up to the first knuckle joint. Ruth lay across the back of the seat completely limp and offered no resistance to Bill's explorations. When Bill was satisfied that he had done as much as he could to open up her asshole with his fingers he poked his prick at the taut little hole. For a few minutes Bill prodded away with the tip of his prick, then he pushed a little harder and felt the ring start to give. The elastic walls retreated and he pressed harder again until he managed to get the tip of his prick in. Then his thrusts became stronger and slowly and painfully his prick intruded into her most secret part and although her body resisted, fighting hard to keep him out he would not be stopped and with wriggling movements he succeeded in finally getting half his swollen prick inside her. Then it was as if her hole, having a life and thoughts of its own could no longer put up a fight knowing the battle was lost, and completely surrendered for Bill's prick slid in the rest of the way until practically the whole of his cock was inside. At this moment. Ruth seemed to become aware that something was happening to her for she tried to turn round and sensing the rod in her ass, she screamed. This so incensed Bill that he thrust hard against her started to fuck her in earnest. Ruth tried to turn again but Jim held her shaking shoulders while Bill moved faster and faster into her tight ass. Hazily Ruth became aware of the stabbing in her asshole and she felt as if she were going to be sick or shit but. the arms pressing down on her shoulders wouldn't let her go so she started to shift her bottom to ease the pain. Her clouded brain was still not completely aware of what was going on and as her body instinctively began to react her reason faded. She moved her ass backwards and forwards on the prick that was impaling her and Bill replied with more thrusts but he felt a lessening of his passion and when he finally shot his lot in her rear he found it not nearly so exciting as he had thought it would be.
"It was like fucking a corpse," he told Jim but Jim had become excited and had a stiff prick he wanted to put in some hole so he pulled Ruth back to the rear of the car and supporting her body between his knees he drove his prick into her mouth. It was warm in there and her tongue played with the penis in spite of her drowsiness. As she got used to the strange thing she felt that if she sucked it she would get another drink which would obliterate all the feelings inside her. So suck it she did and before long Jim was driving his prick fully into her soft mouth uttering grunts and curses while he tried to force his balls to give up their sperm. It was not so much a case of needing a fuck to get rid of his sperm but of enjoying a supine girl who knew precious little of what was going on. Eventually he did manage to come and then the occupants of the car all fell asleep, Ruth having Jim's prick still in her mouth.
CHAPTER THREE
Dawn was breaking when they all woke up and looked around sleepily. "Well I feel awful," said Janie and went outside to piss. Jim followed her and after she had finished he threw her to the ground and in spite of her protests he fucked her again.
Inside the car Bill had been reawakening Ruth's limp body by kissing her hotly on the mouth and soon they too tumbled from the car and laying down beside Jim and Janie and they gave themselves up to another bout of fucking.
But this time Ruth wanted something different, so she knelt in front of Bill and he took her from behind. He quickly stuffed his rampant penis into her and in spite of all his previous ejaculations came quickly. Ruth's cunt was very sore with all the using it had but she enjoyed this last fuck very much and she thought while Bill was ramming her what a beautiful pastime she had discovered and how much fun she was going to have in the future. Janie and Jim came almost at the same time as the other couple and they all collapsed on the grass together, their passion spent and too exhausted to move.
Then Ruth, who remembered nothing of the final happenings of the night before, brought great laughs from the two men with the final remark.
"Do you know where there's any toilet paper. I must have a shit, my ass seems completely filled up."
PART FOUR CHAPTER ONE
Nick Callo was born on the lower East Side and spent the first ten years of his life among hoodlums, dope pedlars, prostitutes and scum that infested that particular area of the New York slums. He soon knew all the facts of life for his parents being poor he had to share a bedroom with his older brother and sister.
He was getting along ten years old when he was awakened one night by a soft giggle in the room. Quietly he peeped over the edge of the sheet and saw Mick, his fourteen year old brother and Connie, his thirteen year old sister, sitting on one of the other two tumbledown beds in the room. Connie was wearing a pajama jacket that had been passed down from her father and Mick was clad only in his underpants.
They were whispering softly together and while he watched he saw Mick toying with the buttons of Connie's garment. As he got the top one undone Connie laughed softly in the semi-darkness and kissed him on the cheek. With the second one undone the jacket started to fall open and Nick saw the shadow of the valley between her growing tits and the rounded suggestion of the smooth flesh on either side. Three more buttons came open in quick succession and then Mick was pulling aside the edges of the coat and revealing the whole naked front of his sister's body. Then with a sort of feverish haste Mick pressed his face into the soft comfort of the girl's breasts and wrapping her arms round his head she held him tight to her chest for a few moments. Then her deft fingers started to tug at the waistband of his pants and as Mick shifted she pulled them down. His prick stood hard and erect from his groin and her little hand flew caressingly over the hard pole, tugging the foreskin to and fro while Mick murmured softly into her soft chest. Then he pulled the jacket right back and as he turned Connie fell back on the bed, arrowing her legs wide apart and bending them at the knee as she did so. For a brief moment the fleshy cleft between her spread thighs was revealed, surmounted by a small tuft of hair. Mick fell in between the creamy white naked legs and with a practised ease guided his prick to the waiting slit of his sister's cunt. Nick heard him grunt as he jerked into her for the first time, but her walls were well lubricated and soon he was riding her body with perfect naturalness and as his shaft sank into her again and again she shifted her ass to meet his thrusts, and cried aloud with passion every time his prick reached her depths.
Nick felt his own prick start to get hard and he toyed with his own little member while his brother continued to grind the smooth body of his naked sister. Faster and faster they rode until with a groan of joy from their heated mouths they came simultaneously, a tribute to the growth of experience between the two.
For a time they lay still then Mick got up and kissing Connie fully on the mouth, left the bed and pulled across the screen which was supposed to hide her charms from the two boys. Then exhausted he fell into bed and was soon a-sleep. Nick however, lay awake for a long time that night, and on later occasions he again witnessed the erotic scene of his sister being fucked by his brother.
Three months after that scene when Nick had lost count of the times Mick had fucked Connie, the time came for Mick to leave school and go to work. Mick adopted quite a swagger then and although he still fucked and sucked Connie's charms, he started to play around with older boys and girls.
Sometimes while he was enjoying himself with his sister he would regale her with stories of his exploits with other girls and what he had witnessed going on between his friends and their babes. This excited Connie and she was always the one to drag her brother on top of her and beg him to fuck her. This he always did and it was on one of these occasions that Nick who was lying awake and playing with his own prick, shot his sperm for the first time.
When the summer came Nick and Connie went to stay with an uncle who had a farm a-bout two hundred miles from New York. This particular year Mick who was working as a de- livery boy was of course unable to go and as their parents never went, Nick found himself on a train alone with his beautiful sister. As he sat opposite her he let his eyes wander over the firm bulges of her breasts and reminded himself of how they had looked in the glow of moonlight shining through their bedroom window. Her lush thighs looked superbly round in the confines of her new summer dress and he wondered if he dare try anything on with her while away from Mick. But he was terribly afraid she would laugh at him if he asked so he let time take its natural course and said nothing.
The first two weeks of the vacation passed without anything of note but on the third Monday of their stay their Uncle and Aunt left for a visit to the neighboring town and said they would not be back until the evening. Sensing that this might be the opportunity for which he had been waiting, Nick knocked on his sister's door and entered when she told him. She was just slipping on her brassiere and she grinned at him. He stood there for a few moments without saying a word as she pulled the cups around the swelling orbs of her already full breasts. He watched with dry mouth as she moulded the creamy skin into the faithful holders, then she stretched out and picked up a blouse, pulled it over her head and tucked it unto the band of her flared skirt. The neckline plunged deep between her breasts and Nick could see the start of the valley between them.
Connie took no notice of him as she pulled on one stocking, stroking it on to her slender calf before treating him to a glimpse of white flesh above her stocking top as she clipped it to the thong of her garter. He saw a flash of frilly underclothing and then she pulled on a second sheath. Straightening herself, she caught sight of her image in the mirror and appraised her delightfully clad form. Satisfied with her appearance she turned to Nick and told him to go outside and play for a while. She promised to get lunch ready but said there was something she had to do first. Sullenly Nick left the room, regretting his lack of confidence to approach the subject of fucking with Connie.
Idly he walked about the yard for a time, then he went into the barn and sought his favorite retreat, the hay loft. Climbing up a ladder he settled down and pondered on how he could get between Connie's legs and ram his growing penis up her hole.
For a while he sat there not moving and then he became aware that someone was moving some of the hay on the floor of the barn. He rolled over and looked down and saw Jake, the farm hand pitchforking the hay around. He was just about to call out to him when the door of the barn opened and Connie stood in the entrance. Jake glanced up at her and then went back to his work. Jake was in his early thirties, married with two kids, and quite handsome in a rugged way. Certainly he had a strong body and he had been working in the sun with his shirt off so the upper part of his torso was tanned a deep rich brown.
Her slender legs set off gracefully in high heels, Connie advanced into the barn, swinging her hips gently from side to side and moved up to where Jake was busying himself with the fork.
Then she leaned against the wall of a stall and watched for a minute or two. Jake's muscles rippled as he got on with the job and Nick saw Connie's eyes roaming over his broad shoulders. Then he stopped and straightening up, looked at Connie with a quizzical expression.
"You want something?" he asked with a deep scowl on his face.
"I just wondered what you were doing," said Connie, rather quietly, as if afraid of being overheard.
"Now you've seen, suppose you get along, huh?"
"There's nobody in the house. They're gone to market and won't be back for a few hours," Connie said, at the same time leaning back against the wall and arching her back, causing the heavy globes of her breasts to thrust against the close fitting blouse. From where Nick lay he could see the swollen nipples poking forward even through two layers of clothing.
"Well?" grunted Jake, but his eyes were taking in the ripeness of her tits.
"I just wanted to talk to someone," pouted Connie and pushed her crest forward even more.
"What you wanna talk about?" Jake growled, "the birds and the bees?"
"Perhaps," replied Connie and as she spoke she moved one leg away from the other causing a rustle of underclothing which sounded loud in the silent confines of the barn. Not content with that she suddenly thrust her belly forward a little a movement which Jake's roving eyes did not miss.
"You'd better run along." Jake grunted through clenched teeth. "You're headin' for trouble with a capital "T."
"Perhaps I want it," whispered Connie rolling her belly again and moving slightly more to- wards Jake.
Jake's hand were clenched and sweating and although his eyes were full of desire, he realized only too well the risk he was running.
"Clear out for heaven's sake." He snapped, "I don't want no trouble with your uncle."
"That's what you might get if I told him that you came into the house and tried to rape me while he was out. I've only got to press my thighs together to bruise them. I bruise easily, you know, and then where would you be?"
"And if I do give you what you're asking for?"
"Then we'll say no more about it," Connie said, with all the artifice of a grown woman.
"Right, you're asked for it and now you're going to get it," roared Jake and with that he leapt forward and grabbed Connie by her long wavy brown hair. His mouth crushed hers and his tongue sped straight as an arrow into her mouth. Suddenly afraid of the desire she had created in Jake, Connie tried to break away but the more she wriggled the worse it was, for her body was sandwiched between the wooden wall and Jake's throbbing frame which was crushing her delicious body, and she soon felt herself growing weaker under the pressure of his massive strength.
At last she managed to move her mouth from his and she groaned as his teeth sank into her shoulder.
"No, Jake. No please. Please stop, Jake. I'm sorry I teased you." But she had lit a flame inside the burly man which would only be quenched by sinking into the warm relief of her lovely cunt and he took no notice of her pleas.
His groping hand found the shoulder of her blouse and with one tug he ripped it off her writhing figure. Mad with rage he pulled at her brassiere and as her struggles grew weaker he wrenched the flimsy covering from her Chest. The sight of her ripe breasts made him even more passionate and he crushed the delightful mounds cruelly under his large calloused hands.
She screamed with the pain of his attack on her tender globes but he was not letting up now that he had started and the richness of the smooth flesh under his fingers made him wilder than ever.
"I'll teach you to fuck about with grown men, you little vixen. You came in here and asked to be screwed and by Christ I'll screw the ass off you before I'm through."
"Stop, Jake, stop." the girl screamed. Im sorry." She sobbed her heart out but with a rip her skirt fell to the ground and then came a rending tear as her briefs came away in Jake's hands. Connie made one last desperate attempt to throw him off and the sudden surge of force broke his grip on her. Swiftly she fled for the door but Jake was swifter. As she ran with her breasts bobbing up and down and slim legs flashing still in nylons and garter belt, Jake caught her and threw her to the ground. The impact winded her and as she sprawled there he calmly stepped to the door and bolted it. Then without another word he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. He wore no underpants and his thick erect prick looked like a small tree trunk. Connie looked up and gasped at the size, then she started to get up. He allowed her to rise and she turned like a trapped animal looking for a way out, but there was none. Slowly Jake advanced towards her and she started to back away but she went into a corner and tripped backwards on a pile of hay. For a second her legs splayed wide and the juicy gash of her cunt gleamed wetly, then she closed her legs and watched terrified as Jake came up to her.
"Open your legs and show me your prize little cunt," he ordered, but when she made no move to obey him, he picked up a switch of whippy elm and without further ado brought it down on her round white belly. She cried with pain as the switch bit into her soft flesh which broke out in red angry marks. Again he ordered her to show her cunt and again her muteness brought her a stroke from his strong arm.
Groaning pitifully she did as he told her then and lay back on the hay, slowly parting her thighs and displaying her neat little cunt to his gaze.
For a moment he left her and picked up some rope, but as she cried out against another beating, he knelt over her and tied her wrists together, then pulling her arms over her head he tied the other end to a staple in the wall behind her.
Fearfully she realized there was nothing to stop him having his way with her and she began to whimper. Then Jake fell alongside her and rolling over pressed his lips to her right breast. His teeth bit her nipple and she threshed about m the hay, her legs rolling about until he planted a hand on the smooth skin and started to stroke them. With her hands above her head her tits had flattened but his other hand found a mound and pinched it, making her groan and plead again. Then he could wait no longer and he rolled between her parted thighs. Carefully he placed the tip of his prick against the cunt and started to edge it forward. The thought that his prick would soon be inside her sent Connie off into wild pleadings of how it would never get in and that she would say nothing about it if he were to let her go but Jake was too far gone to stop now.
Satisfied that his prick-head was against the hidden entrance he suddenly lunged his body forward and his prick smashed into her tight little cunt. Her whole body seemed to rise with the shock and she screamed at the top of her voice at the brutal assault on her treasure but he lunged again and her cunt seemed to be splitting in two as his massive organ gouged its own furrow in her cunt. Her legs had bent up now and she arched her back trying to ease the pam that was searing inside her but now Jake started to rock to and fro on her, crushing his prick in and then drawing it out almost completely before forcing it back. Connie was moaning all the time and rolling her head about while her legs threshed wildly outside his body which was cleaving her form in two. Faster and faster Jake thrust and gradually a change came in Connie's cries. She was no longer suffering so much pain and her smarting cunt was becoming more used to the rigid lustful staff. Slowly at first she started to raise her hips to meet his attack and sensing the change in her Jake rode her harder than ever Her firm young body was now more than welcoming his brutal taking of her. Far from being just forced to give pleasure to him, Connie now wanted to take some for herself too, and exercising the walls of her vagina in the way she had learned underneath her brother, she gripped his thick prick and squeezed it with all her inner power. Gasping and groaning with their passion they rode to their mutual pleasure until with a cry of pure ecstasy Connie came. She fell limp but Jake strove for his climax and in a few more seconds had shot his sperm up her hot wet cunt causing her to writhe again as she felt his semen spurt into her womb. Exhausted he lay on her supine body while breath came rasping back into their throats. When he had recovered enough Jake rolled off her and untied her hands, then he put one arm under her back and pulled her close to him.
"Where did you learn to fuck like that?" he panted.
"At home, with my brother," Connie replied and placed her hand round his shrinking penis. "But his prick is not as big as yours. I didn't think I'd be able to take it all in."
"You've a right fine cunt there, and that's a fact." he said, slipping a finger into the gaping cunt and rubbing her clitoris.
"Jake, I'm a bit sore," she said shyly, now that her passion had subsided.
"You'll be a lot more sore before I'm finished with you." he said and took his finger away from her crack and contented himself with rubbing one of her nipples.
Suddenly she sat up. "Heavens, I'm supposed to get Nick his lunch. I must hurry or he'll wonder what's happened to me."
"Wouldn't you like another roll in the hay?" Jake leered at her, but she shook her head.
"Not now, later, when I've washed all your load away." With that she jumped up and grabbed her clothing in a bundle, rushed from the door and sped across the yard to the house.
The rest of the time they were at the farm Nick had to be content with just watching Jake fuck Connie at every chance they got. Then came the time for the journey home and when everything was ready brother and sister set out for the station to catch a late overnight train for New York in order that their father could meet them after his night shift. There were not many people on the train and they were able to find a compartment to themselves. They made themselves comfortable and Connie wedged the door on the inside for safety. Then she settled down to sleep through the night and reached up and switched out the light and then lay along the seat. While Nick sat up looking out of the window into the black night Connie fell asleep. Nick looked at her and saw that she had turned over and her skirt had ridden up the back of her legs and he could see a long stretch of gleaming white thigh.
Encouraged by her heavy breathing he got off his seat and knelt beside her. The creamy flesh was so near and his mouth felt dry just looking at it from so close, that he took the hem of her skirt lightly in his fingers and gently slid it up higher until he was suddenly faced with the glorious sight of her buttocks tightly encased in white nylon panties. He gazed at them motionless for a few moments absolutely enthralled and then unable to resist the temptation he gingerly stretched out a hand and placed it on her thigh. She made no movement so thinking she was still sleeping he started to stroke the ripe thigh revelling in the warmth of the smooth skin and drawing ever nearer to the roundness of her bottom. Lightly his hand brushed against the swelling orbs and then he started to cup the flesh in the way he had seen Jake and Mick cup Connie's tits.
"And just what does my younger brother think he's doing?" said Connie and turning round she was smiling gently at him.
"You... you 're not mad?" he asked breathlessly.
"Why should I be? It's nice my little pet," Connie cooed and taking his hand in her own she pulled up her skirt and placed his fingers on her knee.
"Stroke me some more angel," she said and slowly he explored the new territory letting his hand wander over her leg gradually creeping up under her skirt until he found a ridge of naked thigh above the stocking.
"And Where might your hand be off to?" chuckled Connie, and before he could answer she added, "Let me help you, darling." and wriggled her hips and pulled off her panties. "There now, you can wander all over Connie's legs if you want to."
Again he started to stroke her but this time he was anxious to reach his goal and to see if he too could make her pant with desire so he swiftly pushed his finger into her cunt and as soon as he did so Connie opened her legs wide to him and settled back on the seat. Eagerly his fingers sought for the lips of her vagina. Probing between them he soon got his forefinger into the moist opening.
Determined not to let the moment pass he started to slide his finger in and out of Connie's pussy and was surprised at the amount of juice he was causing to flow from her. In a very short while she was rolling her head from side to side and her breathing was coming faster as he rubbed her sensitive passage. He was kneeling between her thighs on the hard floor but his excitement was too great to notice the discomfort of his position. In a delirium of joy Connie started to slide down the seat, with her crack coming nearer to the edge of it. Fascinated by the wet gaping gash Nick pumped his finger harder and harder at her until suddenly Connie reached forward and grabbing his head by the hair she pulled his face into the soaking junction of her thighs. His finger slipped from her hole but she did not care. Lost in her passion she pulled his face even harder into her groin and began to roll her belly around and pushing the thick wet cunt lips into his face. The sticky sweet juice clung to his face smothering him. Instinctively Nick started to nibble away at the rich lips of her cunt and as his tongue flicked over the edges of her slit Connie groaned aloud like a bitch in heat. Faster and faster she rolled her hips pushing her wet cunt into his mouth. Young and inexperienced though he was, Nick stuck hard to the task of pleasing his lovely sister and his hands found her buttocks and then he too started to pull her at his doting mouth. Connie rode quickly to her climax which she reached with a shuddering of her whole body but even after that Nick kept up a gentle kissing of her lips which were still oozing with their mucous liquid. Avidly he sapped it all up until Connie's senses returned to her and she pulled him up beside her on the seat and taking his face in her hands she kissed him tenderly on the lips for the first time, gently running her tongue along his awakening mouth.
"Nick, my little sweetheart, that was a lovely thing to do for your sister. Now go and lie down and let me get some rest." she said and he left her but not without squeezing her tits first.
"Don't fret, little darling, one night soon I'll let you feel my tits when I've got no clothes on," she promised. Then with a deep sigh of satisfaction she slid back on the seat and was asleep almost at once.
About a week after this Mick had to stay away from home as the driver he worked with had to go some way out of town with a load and they wouldn't be able to get back until the next day.
Nick went to bed as usual and fell asleep but he was awakened about - an hour later by someone pulling the bedclothes back and as he became conscious he felt warm naked flesh slipping into the bed and snuggling up alongside him.
"Hush, Nickie," whispered Connie, lest he should wake up and cry out. When he was fully awake she kissed him on the lips and then lay back in the bed. She was completely nude and as he sat up she smiled at him and said, "I promised to let you feel my tits, Nick, but I've decided to let you feel me all over. Go ahead, don't be shy. Touch me. Little darling, here." She took hold of his right hand. "Feel how nice and firm my tits are," and placed his hand on her heaving breasts. She left him to explore her mounds while she lay back enjoying the sensation of being so free with her charms and offering herself so brazenly to her younger brother. Nick really revelled in her swollen breasts. He stroked them and pressed them, squeezing them and rolled them around, and pinched her hard round nipples while she just lay there. Then his hands strayed off her breasts and made their way down over her belly to the cluster of curls on her cunt. Edging forward he groped between her thighs which she quickly parted for him and soon his finger found the crevice it was seeking. He slipped a finger in and as he progressed he felt the warmth of her fluid coming down over his finger. Just as his finger was beginning to slip in and out of her juicy hole with ease she sat up and closed her thighs, pushing him back on the bed. Before he could speak, however, Connie had dived under the bed clothes head first and swivelled round and he saw above his head the dripping wet cleft of her vagina.
"Do what you did to me on the train, Nickie." she gasped and lowered her ass splashing her cunt over his face and rubbing it against his nose. He grabbed her ass and pulled her into position so that he could start the chewing of her cunt that had pleased her so much. Then he felt a stab in his loins and his prick was encircled in some warm cavity which was sucking and nibbling his erect little staff. At once he realized that she had taken his prick into her mouth. Her tongue flickering over his glans sent him into a wild delight, so much so that he started to buck his face at her cunt and his prick into her mouth at the same time. He could feel his pole sliding up and down within her sucking mouth while his own tongue sucked her cunt. But being his first contact between his prick and a girl, almost before they had time to start enjoying it, he shot his sperm straight into her mouth. With a cry she broke away from the jet and it continued to splash her face while she spat out the warm fluid.
"Nick, that was nasty of you. Oh, I suppose it was because it was your first time but don't shoot into my mouth again. When you're coming, tell me, and I'll finish you off with my hand.
Now for your punishment suck my pussy till I come off or I'll never play with you again."
Needless to say Nick complied with his sister's wishes and when she had come they parted the best of friends and from then on whenever Mick was out all night Connie took Nick into her bed and made him suck her while she licked his cock and them jerked him off.
Once he asked her to let him fuck her properly but Connie had enough fucking from Mick and looked forward to Nick sucking her off. So she always put him off although she kept him partly happy with her experienced hands.
So it went on until Connie started work and then suddenly she became too grown up for Nick and he never did get to fuck his sister. He had to wait another six years in fact before he had his first grind.
When Nick left school he did not feel inclined to working for a living but he knew no alternative and eventually through one of his friends he became a runner for a local small time bookie. He gradually drifted into a very low class of company who were soon showing off to him all the fun of adulthood.
Guessing that he had had little to do with girls (apart from Connie, which they knew nothing about, they teased him and regaled him with stories of the women they had fucked and all sorts of adventures which they had experienced. One of the women they continually talked a-bout was named Cora. She was to all intents and purposes available to all who chose to ask. They told Nick how she had lost her husband when she was seventeen during the war after she had only been married for three months and how since then she had lived on a pension from the government and whatever her visitors had left her after they had satisfied their lust on her body. Also she had a partiality for gin and that for a bottle she would go to bed with any man.
Nick pondered over this in his mind until one bright day a client had a big win and Nick took him his winnings. The man was so pleased he gave Nick a ten dollar tip. Immediately Nick went home and carefully washed and shaved and put on his best suit which was in fact the only one he possessed and set off very flush and manly to buy a bottle of gin. The bartender looked very doubtfully at him but had no qualms about serving a minor when Nick produced the money. Tucking the wrapped bottle under his arm he set off to pay a call on Cora.
Feeling just a little bit frightened Nick pressed her buzzer and waited. The door opened and Cora stood framed in the doorway. She was wearing a robe tied at the waist and as it drooped open he saw the narrow valley between two large if well handled breasts. Fascinated at their size he stood rooted to the spot until she spoke sharply.
"Whaddya want kid?" she asked, taking in the size of his frame which held the promise of a large man to come and reflecting that he looked like a nice clean kid.
"Are you Cora?" Nick gulped, taking stock of the violently painted lips and the wide flowing hips. Cora was not fleshy and as she was still youngish, only just turned thirty, she had not turned too fat although her body looked and actually was well padded. She was quite ordinary really but to Nick anticipating a roll on her round belly, she looked beautiful. "Gee you're lovely, Cora," he went on when she nodded to his question, "Look, I've brought you a present he added thrusting the bottle forward.
Cora gave him an old fashioned look but she moved aside as she took the bottle and said, "Well you'd better come in." Closing the door she turned to him.
"Look sonny, do you really know what you're doing? I mean you're young and lots of nice girls might like to have fun with you."
Nick said nothing but just gazed at the gap in her robe where one breast was now partly uncovered as she held the bottle under one arm. Cora realized the boy was tongue tied so she shrugged her shoulders and let him into an untidy bedroom. The bed had not been made and the sheets were still rumpled where she and her landlord had been amicably settling the matter of her weeks rent. The landlord was a short fat ugly little man who even the usual run of whores looked aghast at but to Cora he was just another meal ticket. With her eyes closed and a slug of gin inside her she forgot all this and just concentrated on giving his prick a good grind and making him come as quick as possible.
Placing the bottle on a washstand she took two glasses and poured some gin into them. Then she handed one to Nick and swallowed hers in one gulp giving a long sigh as the cheap fiery liquid flowed into her stomach. Nick took a swig at his too but it was his first drink of neat gin and he practically shot through the ceiling as the raw liquor seared his way down his throat. Feeling a little faint he allowed Cora to push him to the bed where he collapsed on the soiled sheets gasping for breath. He was quite unable to move as she untied his shoes and pulled them off. His socks followed and then undid his tie and stripped off his coat and shirt, throwing them onto the floor. Her robe now gaped wide open at the top and through the mist of his eyes he could see all of her fat breasts with enormous nipples as big as cherries firmly standing out at the center.
He made no protest when she undid his fly and yanked off the rest of his clothes and she left him naked on the bed while she took another slug of gin this time straight from the bottle. Turning round she saw Nick pull himself up to a sitting position and shaking his head he looked at her. As she watched him she saw his eyes clear and a sparkle came into them.
"Look kid if you wanna change your mind you can you know." said Cora almost motherly, wondering if it was right to let such a youngster be initiated in her well worn cunt but when she saw him shake his head she moved up to him and without any further ado she untied her robe and let it fall off her shoulders to a pool at her feet. She stood quite still, like a model, as he drank in the heady sight of her naked body. Slowly his eyes moved from her shoulders down to her great hanging tits and the deep narrow cleft parting them. Then on to her rounded belly and the thick bush of crinkly black hair which stuck out from her jutting mound hiding the lips of her cunt from view. Her thighs were thick and fleshy but when his gaze started to travel back up her body again she moved around saying, "This is what you're paying for, sonny, so make the most of it in case you don't have the price again for a time. I don't give myself away you know. Take a look at my ass, don't you think it's well padded?" She bent forward so that the large half-moons, widely split and showing the puckered ring of her anus, was thrust at his face. He fell back on the bed in surprise. She laughed at him and went to get herself another drink. As she .swallowed she saw him walking towards her so she spread out her arms and jiggled her breasts up and down.
"Nice titties, aren't they?" she grinned as his eyes were transfixed by the wobbling globes. Then her arms were around him and his bare chest were crushed against the soft cushion of her bosom, her rounded belly against his firm flat one, her jutting mounds fast to his groin and her heavy lose thighs warming his muscular legs. Her face was level with his so she mashed her mouth at his young lips and her tongue shot between his teeth and sought his" She kissed him with all the guile of her experience while she clung to- him, revelling in the feel of his sturdy young flesh and not a 'little affected by the gin. To Cora an unusual thing was happening. Here was someone she actually wanted for himself, not money.
Young, fresh, unlearned in the ways of fucking, she was to be his teacher and he was so unlike any man she had had that the clean cut virile limbs and handsome face of this innocent caused a yearning inside her that made the lips of her cunt itch to feel his prick forcing its way inside her. The touch of his hard prick-head against her belly increased her desire to have it digging its way into her hot hole, stripping bare the last vestige of her modesty, and so with a sob she broke her mouth from his and said, "On the bed quick," and her hands slid over his fine body and pulled him to the bed. She pushed him down and flung one leg over his body and crouching above him she lunged down with her abdomen and the wet streaming channel enveloped his huge prick as she crashed her groin against his belly.
Nick was completely taken by surprise and her sudden attack shocked him and he yelled with pain as her clinging vagina pulled his foreskin back hard. The searing sensation drove him wild and opening his eyes he saw her heavy tits just before his face so raising his head he sank his teeth into her tender flesh. This sudden brutality make her yelp too and she slammed down on his rod even harder. Nick then gripped one huge nipple hard and twisted it and his other hand slapped her ripe juicy buttocks. Cora sensed his desire of pain with pleasure and drove harder and harder at his pole which was now firmly embedded in her clinging cunt while he hit her ass more and more and started to use his other hand to slap her hanging tits as they writhed and tossed about. As Nick began to get used to the idea of actually having his prick inside her he started to fuck her actively, lifting his front to send his prick scraping and tearing into her hole as she descended over its hard length, instead of letting her do all the work. One thrust in particular caught her off balance and she fell sideways on the bed, her legs spread wide, and her soaking cunt lost his prick. With a cry she grabbed him and pulled him on top of her dragging his cock back into her greedy devouring hole.
"Now really fuck me," she cried and so he slammed at her mound and drove his rod into her with all his might. Then he rocked backwards and forwards thrusting into her and pulling back and thrusting again at ever increasing speed while she urged him on with obscene cries and shouts. She rolled her ass all over the bed, rotating her hips and begging him to ride her even faster and harder as his prick reached into the comfort of her grasping cunt again and a-gain. Cora bit his shoulders violently and dragged his face into her heaving breasts while his ass rose and fell swiftly with each stroke of his prick. As they reached the crest of their passionate wave 'he sank his prick into her for the last time and with a shudder that shook his entire frame he sent a jet of sperm shooting up inside her and she writhed in joy at the force of his ejaculation. She screamed for her own climax and they fell down sobbing for breath and relaxed. Nick enjoyed lying upon her delightfully cushioned body and was content just to remain cradled in her arms but Cora soon recovered her energy, pushed him aside and climbed off the bed. As he looked up, she stretched her arms high above her head pulling up the fleshy curves of her proud chest. Her stomach became taut as she raised herself on her toes. She took no notice of his gaze but she knew he was watching her and her heart fluttered as she posed brazenly for him.
She could not understand this feeling she had for Nick but she knew she wanted to see him again. She put on her robe and then opened it and closed it again, quickly, to tantalize him. She laughed and then went up to him and kissed him boldly on the mouth. "Thank you darling," she said, "I really enjoyed that, which is something I hardly ever say to a man, but somehow you're different and I like you."
"I like you too, Cora," said the satisfied Nick. "Can I come again?" wondering where the hell he'd get more money from.
"Of course you can, if you liked it."
"Gee, it was swell." She paused for a moment and then she said, "You needn't bring anything with you."
Delighted at this good fortune, Nick jumped off the bed and kissed her but when he tried to fondle her breasts again she pushed him away lest he should rekindle the flame inside her and she had a paying customer due. She sent him off and just as he was leaving she said, "If you like to come tomorrow, I'll let you stay with me all night."
Nick was overjoyed and so began his association with Cora which lasted for two years. He practically lived with her, and she gave him money and presents. She also taught him all she knew about sex and he became a very accomplished young man.
CHAPTER TWO
At the same time that Nick was getting to know Cora, Connie who was now nineteen and working in an office, had become a little frustrated. She had developed into a lovely girl with a beautiful figure. Her breasts were round and firm, her waist tiny, her hips just plump enough and her legs long and elegant. As a result every male she came in contact with tried to make her. Originally Connie had been very flattered at this attention and also being a very passionate girl she had been very easy. Dozens of men had got between her legs, but after a time being a very intelligent girl she realized there was nothing to gain by letting every Tom, Dick and Harry fuck her so she became more discriminatory. She still attracted men but most of them she held off and only allowed one of them to take her to bed if she was really horny and if she really liked One day at work she had to go down to the basement to get some supplies and while she was down there alone one of the young clerks, a young man of twenty or so came in. This boy Connie rather liked and although she knew he fancied her he was a little shy and had never tried to make advances to her. But when he saw Connie standing on a small ladder stretching up to a shelf which caused her skirt to ride up, he immediately discovered a boldness he had never known before. Quickly taking stock of her long slender legs, and the curve of her ass sharply outlined in the tight skirt he moved silently towards her. As she took a box down he grabbed her and lifted her, crushing the palms of his hands to her breasts. He set her down on the ground and before she could say or do anything crushed his mouth to hers. In a second Connie was afire with desire for she had had no sex relations at all for about a month. Her desire welled up inside her when she realized who was kissing her and she responded to his flickering tongue and made no move to stop him when his hand slid into her blouse to fondle her tits. The adventurous young man soon had her blouse wide open and her bra undipped. He quickly rubbed his face into her heaving curves and licked her stiff nipples. He put one hand under her skirt, found the edge of her panties and got his fingers under them and into her burning cunt. Connie's hand went down to his prick and in no time she had his prick out and was fondling it. Neither of them had said a word until Connie said, "Quick, we haven't much time, fuck me now."
She released herself from his grasp and removed her panties, pulling her skirt right up to her waist so that her cunt was displayed to his gaze, the pink pouting lips just protruding through her curly bush.
The young man wasted no time either but dropped his pants and pushed Connie up against the wall and sank his prick straight into her hungry hole. They worked away at each other very quickly and they were both soon panting a-way to a climax. Connie felt as if her cunt was on fire and just as she felt her vagina contracting for her orgasm, the young man's prick expanded inside her and his sperm sped into her womb. They were both exhausted by this swift unexpected fuck and they leaned against the wall heaving and gasping for breath. If the wall had not been there they would have fallen to the ground.
They were still like this when the door opened and in walked the manager. He was furious when he saw them, especially as he had tried several times to get Connie to come out with him and she had refused. He fired both of them on the spot. Connie tried for weeks to get another job but without a reference she found it impossible in a big office in the center of the city. Eventually though she found a job in a small garage as general typist and clerk. Two men ran the business doing some repairs and hiring out cars, and they were quite busy most of the time.
Both men were in their late forties and treated her with indifference, but they did note that she did her job well and in a month or so she got a raise.
Happy at her work and surprised at her own efficiency and ability to run an office by herself, Connie enjoyed herself all through the winter months and the time passed quickly. She quickly forgot all her resentment at being fired from the other job and regarded herself as rather lucky. During this time she also had a number of sexual adventures but had not found any boy she liked well enough to go steady with. When the spring came and the garage became busier, Connie found herself working late most nights and sometimes she did not get home until after midnight.
Both her bosses, Short and Williams, were married and their wives who were friendly went off to visit a relation of one of them for a week. On the Tuesday of that week, Short asked Connie to work late. This was quite natural and after going out for a coffee and sandwich she came back to the office, a rather dark room above the garage, and settled down to prepare the month's accounts.
Dressed in a light print frock She was pouring over the books when the two men came in. They had closed the garage for the night and had just come up to tell her to knock off, but when they entered Connie was unwittingly giving them a treat. So engrossed was she in her work, that she had not realized that shuffling a-bout on the high stool, her heels hooked over the rail, her dress had become disarranged and a length of lovely round firm thigh was visible to the top of her stocking and a couple of inches of smooth white skin above. The strap of her garter belt made a white line down the exposed slice of meaty flesh.
Seeing the length of her curving graceful leg suddenly made them aware of her as a woman. For a moment they stood looking at her, then she glanced up and saw them. Swiftly her eyes followed their gaze and blushing furiously she pulled the garment down.
"Don't be so modest, Connie," Short said, "That's quite a leg you've got there. Don't know why we haven't noticed it before, eh Joe?"
"You're not kidding, Fred, and her upstairs department is O.K. too by the looks of things," said the other, running his eyes over Connie's breasts.
Connie sat there stunned at the sudden change in her employers. Their eyes were ogling her entire body and her throat went dry at the sudden realization that she was locked in with these two hungry looking males who were old enough to be her father.
"Our little Connie looks just about ripe for plucking, Joe."
"Or fucking, Fred."
"Come on, Con, be a sport, let's see your legs again."
"Now, now there's no hurry, my dear, is there?" chuckled Fred Short and at these words they both moved towards her. Guessing their intention Connie leapt from the stool and tried to rush to the door, but Williams beat her to it and turning the key in the lock, threw it on the floor in front of him.
"Come and pick it up," he touted but when the frightened girl made no move his tone changed.
"You might as well get it into your head that you'll not get out of here till we've all had a little fur. Also we just found out about why you got fired from your last job - don't be surprised, your old boss uses this place - so we know you won't have a leg to stand on if you think of telling the cops. Now let's see your gams again or by hell we'll beat the daylights out of you." So saying, he unbuckled his belt and started to swing it to and fro in front of him.
"Please let me go," pleaded Connie backing to the far wall.
"No, at least not till we've seen those long legs of yours again. Come on, dear, you're well stacked so why be shy. I bet your tits jiggle nicely," he touted, slowly moving toward her. The belt still swung from his hand and the other man closed in on her too.
"I bet you look gorgeous when you've got no silly fucking clothes on. And as for your cunt, I bet that's got two nice ruby lips that would just love to suck our pricks and a thick bunch of hair on top of it too. Now pull your dress up or take what's coming to you."
Dazed and terribly afraid Connie felt the hard wall at her back. She could move no further, then like two wild animals the two men went for her. Short grabbed her arms and twisting them behind her back held her firmly in spite of her struggles.
The bitch wants taming," he said hoarsely, "Give her a taste of the strap, Joe."
With that, Williams swung the heavy belt and- brought it down across Connie's belly. She screamed as the leather cut through her thin clothing and she screamed again as he struck her again, this time round the tops of her thighs. Still she struggled and incensed by her helplessness Williams started to hit her with all his might. The cruel thong flayed her body unmercifully until sobbing and almost unconscious Connie gave in.
"All right what do you want me to do?" she cried between her sobs. Short released her and she almost fell but a slap on her legs with the belt kept her on her feet.
"Show us your legs again." snapped Williams and Connie tearfully gripped the hem of her dress and drew it up. As her lovely tapering limbs came into view they both called out 'higher' until she was standing with the bottom of her dress tucked up at her waist. Their eyes roamed over her charms for some time and then she was ordered to turn around so that they could take in the rear view. After they had again feasted their eyes on her like this for some moments Short ordered, "Now take the dress off."
They marvelled at the sight of her standing there humiliated, clad only in her bra, panties, stockings and garter belt. They examined her closely, particularly her tits firmly encased in their two nylon cups. Breathing heavily now Short told her to remove her bra and as she undipped the slight covering and let it fall, she tried to hide her titties with her hands. But she soon moved her hands to her sides when Williams swished his belt.
In spite of her fear her two round breasts betrayed her for they stood proud and firm, well separated and surmounted by erect pink nipples.
"Now drop your pants."
Reluctant to strip off the last vestige of modesty, Connie hesitated a fraction too long and the swish of the belt heralded a scream as it sliced across her tilting breasts. Sobbing she bent and slid the frothy panties to her ankles, and they whistled as she stepped from them opening her legs for just a split second and revealing the red gash between her thighs.
They made her walk up and down and turn around continuously and it seemed they would never tire of gazing at her quivering breasts and plump rolling buttocks. As she walked up and down they kept changing the instructions, telling her to walk with her head up and her breasts thrust out, belly in and then the reverse, making her droop so that her breasts swung free from her body, her belly creased and her ass stuck backwards.
Their lust aroused to fever pitch, Williams then called her to him as he sat on a chair. He told her to kneel at his feet. "Now get my prick out. Get it out girl, or do I have to beat you a-gain?" he snarled as she seemed reluctant. With trembling fingers she unzipped him and thrusting her hands into the heat of his crotch she grasped his prick. It was short and stubby but very thick and as she dragged it into view she felt despair she had never known before. Start rubbing it, you fucking whore," he growled and her fingers gripped his cock firmly and started to pull the foreskin backwards and forwards. She saw the dew of his juice appear at the tip of his large round prick-head which looked an angry red in contrast to the white foreskin. Soon Williams was wriggling under her manipulations and then he grabbed her head and pulled it onto his raging prick, but Connie tried to pull away.
"Suck it you horny little bitch. Take my prick in your mouth or I'll flay you," he shouted. Connie was too afraid of the whip again to refuse and so she opened her ripe lips and slid them over his burning prick. The thick tube seemed to fill her whole mouth. Quickly, he started to buck his belly at her face, his prick sliding into her mouth and forcing its way to her throat so that she felt he would surely choke her. Again she tried to break away but he was holding her head too tightly for. escape to be possible. Then she felt a pair of hands running over her ass, caressing the rich flesh and fingers digging into the back of her legs. She tried to clamp her thighs together but Short who was feeling her, searching for her cunt, crashed one hand hard against her ass. Smarting with the sting she allowed him to pull her legs apart and he gripped her under her soft belly. She felt herself being pulled up at her haunches until her ass was in the air and her legs apart.
Short had previously stripped himself naked and satisfied with her position rammed his prick into her cunt from behind gripping her belly with his hands in order to pull her right back onto him. His prick gouged cruelly into her dry sheath tearing the walls and Williams continued striving to ram his prick down her throat.
Both men were now quite overcome with their lust. Williams could see Short's belly thumping Connie's ass and the rolling of her buttocks as she moved under his pressure. One moment the tits were round and the next crushed flat against Short's belly. As Short drove at her he could see William's prick sliding in and out of the helpless girl's mouth as with hollowed cheeks she started to suck him in earnest hoping to get the foul business over as quickly as possible. But both men were adept at holding back their sperm and all the time they fucked her hard their hands were exploring her body. Williams fondled her hanging breasts while Short squeezed her thighs and calves, exploring the crack between her buttocks and probing at her asshole with his finger. This was the last straw for Connie and she gripped his prick with her cunt as tight as she could and started to ride him backwards while sliding her mouth over the other's prick like another cunt as fast as possible in order to bring him off. But her body betrayed her and without realizing it at first she started to enjoy her fucking. Soon her hips were swivelling fast round the cock at her cunt, and her tongue licked the prick which filled her mouth so beautifully.
When she felt the prick in her mouth start to swell and with one great heave Williams sent his spunk spurting into her mouth and searing down her throat, Connie sucked feverishly to drain the last drop of juice from him. Her tongue licked all round his prick-head so as not to miss a drop.
She kept his limp prick in her mouth while Short continued to stuff her cunt and she rammed her ass back at him until with a choking cry she felt herself come and a second afterwards his hot sperm spurted up her aching cunny to spill his virility into the depths of her body.
After this occasion, Short and Williams fucked Connie" many more times. She continued to work for them for another three years until she eventually got married and settled down to being a normal housewife.
