Author: Old Softy Title: The Collar Around the Heart Summary: James is sixteen today, and his birthday present is pretty unusual. But the future is a foreign country; they do things differently there. Keywords: mf ScFi rom 1st slave bd oral anal Part: Chapter 13 of 14 Chapter 1 is at /files/Authors/Old-Softy/The_Collar_around_the_Heart/The_Collar_1.txt DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains sexual situations not suitable for children. It may not be reproduced in any way where readers are charged for it. Copyright reserved Old Softy 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 13 - Very Early, Sunday Morning The night air was cold, and the wind was whipping the clouds overhead into tattered streamers. The car park was around the corner, five minutes walk away. After only a moment's hesitation, I slipped off my jacket to put it over Penny's shoulders. Mrs. Jones noticed out of the corner of her eyes and even in the dark I saw her raise her eyebrows at me. Penny just grinned in thanks and pecked me on the cheek. "Hey, the old clichιs are the best," I explained. "I'm not complaining I'm the one with the jacket! Now, where is that limousine, Mother?" The wind dropped as we stepped around the corner of the building, and I felt a moment of relief until we were stopped. By Murdoch, Burke and Cribbens standing right in our path. "Pilsbury, my dear chap! How nice to meet you here! And your lovely companion. Your lovely COLLAR companion. Did you really think no-one would notice?" Why does he do it, I wondered. Is there some etiquette about chatting to your victims before hitting them? "Notice what, Vince?" My voice, cool as ice, surprised even me. I stepped in front of Mrs. Jones and the girls, wondering if I could keep the goons occupied long enough for them to get away. "Nice of you to wrap it up for me, it looks good enough to fuck. Or shall I say fuck it up?" The other two laughed, dutifully. "Not a good place, Vince. Too many people around, hadn't you noticed? Oh, and I believe you know Mrs. Jones, here?" "Yes, I know the interfering old bag well enough, and she's not going to rescue you now," he growled. "Out of our way, boys," snapped Mrs. Jones, and marched forward as if he wasn't there, For a second he almost stepped back, and I thought that it was going to work. But his hand suddenly in front of her halted her like a brick wall. She gasped as Burke and Cribbens each took an elbow and held her firmly. "Jasper, Nigel take Mrs. Jones and escort over to her car. Make sure that she doesn't leave her parking space for a bit. We don't want to be disturbed for the next few minutes, do we Pilsbury?" I thought she was going to let fly at them but she stopped and turned coldly to Murdoch. In a tone that raised the hairs on the back of my neck, she said quietly "Be careful, young Murdoch. A mistake now could cost you dearly. I hope you are prepared to take this to the finish." "Just get her out of here!" Christ, I thought as I watched her march off with the two goons, dragging them in her wake. He was obviously a lot braver than I was, or a lot more stupid. He turned back to me. All pretence at cool had evaporated. "Enough playing about, just hand the fucking thing over. Gimme the zapper, NOW!" I patted my trouser pockets in a pantomime display, and suddenly realised that the pretend was real. "Sorry, Vince, it doesn't seem to be on me." So where was my lovely new bracelet? With my fone in the changing room of course. What an idiot! For a second, I thought he was going to swing at me, and I almost flinched. But he reached in his pocket, and dragged out a large black zapper. I recognised it as a police GP model and my heart sank. "YOU! Get over here NOW!" he shouted at Annie, pointed the thing at her and pressed the button. The result was disappointing. Annie flinched, but then just glared at him. "I think you are making some kind of mistake," she grated through clenched teeth. Frowning, Murdoch thumbed the button again and again, while he waved it at her. There was a cry of pain behind me, and the sound of some one falling over. I realised that it was working he had it on wide beam, and other collars were being caught in the broadcast. Penny reacted faster than I did. "Drop it Murdoch," she threatened, and leapt forward to slap it out of his hand. "Stupid bitch," he snarled. He punched her in the stomach, hard. She collapsed, gasping. Have you ever actually been in a fistfight? I used to imagine what I would do. I would be so calm and collected; you know, I would side step the baddy, trip him up, and do the clever moves. I would be able to see what was happening and of course, he would end up on the ground while I danced away. But now I know. Now I know what really happens. It doesn't hurt. Something pushes you, shoving you off balance, but it doesn't hurt. Not yet. Your knuckles bleed after you have thrown them hard, really hard, at that head, but they don't hurt either. The 'red mist' is real, although it's not actually red. You really can't see. You don't know what you are tearing at, hitting at, breaking. A body has weight, the weight of a slab of dead meat as you punch into it. Time doesn't slow down; oh no, each swing and lurch and gasp takes all the time there is and no time at all, for it all happens too fast to follow, and it is over before the pain catches up with you and you are standing but swaying looking down on the man twisted on the ground and now suddenly the side of your head throbs like hell and you can see Annie also standing over him, holding her wristand with that beautiful dress torn and ripped but breathing and grinning so fiercely, and you realise with amazement that you have just won. He hit Penny! I turned to see her sitting on the ground, winded and holding her stomach but evidently not too badly damaged. "Hey are you all right?" "I'm fine, just take care of that bastard." I returned my attention to Murdoch who was groaning and getting up. "Fuck off, Vince, and don't come near me or mine again!" I threatened, ready to launch into him again if he moved towards us. But he was up and lurching away from us, toward the Sheriffs car parked on the far side of the road. I was suddenly aware of the ring people now standing around us, and the noise of congratulations and questions. "Good show, Pilsbury!" "I'd have been right in there but I could see you had him!" "Are you alright, do you need anything?" I was turning gratefully to the one voice which had offered assistance, when a different girl's voice cried out; "Look out, he's coming back!" Sure enough, Murdoch was climbing out of the car, with something in his hand. It was dark but as he waved it towards us I had a bad feeling, and I pulled Penny to her feet. The shot, when it rang out, sounded curiously flat and unreal. Just as I had never been in a fight before, neither had I ever heard the sound a gun actually makes. "Come on!" I cried, and grabbed a girl with each hand to drag them around the corner, while people screamed and ran in all directions. "Back in the Hall," I shouted, and we started for the door just fifty yards off. He reached the corner before we got there but he was obviously no marksman because the next shot also missed us. I knew that because I heard the plunk and saw the splinters as it buried itself in the door above our heads. I slammed it behind us and looked around while Penny was scrabbling at the door itself. "I can't shut it properly you need a key!" she cried. I could see no one around who could help us, so I dashed for the corridor to the left, the one not leading to the ballroom. "Come on, this way!" One turning and we discovered it was a dead end. I took one step back the way we had come, only to hear the noise of the outer door bursting open. "Quick, into a room," Penny cried, and tried the nearest handle. It was locked. The footsteps of someone running down the hallway towards us sounded terrifying in my ears. That one was locked too. "In here!" I shouted as the second one I tried yielded. I stood back to let the girls in, so I was able to see Murdoch in all his fury skating round the corner and wrench the revolver up towards me. The shot was very loud in that confined space as I slammed the door shut. Shit. It was a solid door, sturdy as only the Victorians knew how, but there was no bolt, and no key in the lock. I grasped the handle desperately, determined not to let him in. "Here!" cried Penny, grabbing something off a hook on the wall by the side of the door. It was the key, and she had it in the lock and turned before the thud of Murdoch's boot hit the oak boards. "I'm coming to get you!" Murdoch's voice sounded all the better for coming from the far side of a thick door, but we needed another escape route. I turned with urgency to see where we were. It was a cleaner's store, perhaps eight feet square, containing shelves, a sink and a pile of old curtains. The only window was up near the ceiling, and about a foot square. There was no way out. "A weapon, there must be something I can use as a weapon!" I muttered, hunting desperately through the paper towels and cleaning fluids. "Here, how about this, Boss," said Annie, handing me a bottle. I turned it round to read the label. 'Ammonia handle with extreme care' it said. I unscrewed the top and the fumes assailed my nostrils. For the first time in some minutes, I began to feel like we were on a more equal footing. The sound of the next shot was deafening. "Stay away from the door!" I warned, although we were all flat back against the shelves already. Then I looked at the position of the bullet hole and cursed. He was going for the lock. Another one. My ears were ringing. The smell was unpleasant; acrid and hot, but although he had hit it, the lock was holding. And... yes! Footsteps! Voices! Another shot, this time not at the door. The sound of confused shouting, and more footsteps. Murdoch's voice; "Out of my way! I'll shoot don't think I won't!" but sounding fainter. Then silence. Hardly daring to breath, I held my ear to the door for a long minute. "I think he's gone." "Wait a minute!" said Penny urgently. "Don't go out there yet, he might be waiting." I nodded and slumped down to the floor, my back uncomfortable against the shelving. God, I felt tired. It must have been the reaction. Looking around, I saw Annie still frowning in worry, but Penny was grinning from ear toear. "You did it James! You were magnificent! Were you really going to take him on with a bottle of ammonia, against a hand gun?" The shudder caught me by surprise. I suppose I had been going to do just that. "If it was that or hand over Annie," I shrugged. "Boss," whispered Annie, looking stricken. "You risked your life for me. You mustn't do that. I could have gone with him, it would not have been too bad." I returned her stare levelly, while I screwed the top back on the bottle. "Not your call, Annie. You are my responsibility, and it is up to me to protect you." I softened my voice. " And I will never abandon you to that monster. It would have been worse than you could possible imagine. I have seen how he treats his own collarmaid, and he doesn't even have a grudge to settle with that one." Annie's face was shifting. Oh hell, I thought. She was going to start blubbing any second now. I reached out to put my hand on her shoulder as she knelt there. "Shush. It 's going to be alright." She said nothing but lifted my hand to press it against her cheek. I let her hold it there for a moment. "How are we all, anyway?" I asked the room in general. "I'm not going to be doing any sit-ups for a while, but I think I'll live," replied Penny, dryly. Assessing the damage, we had actually got off pretty lightly. Annie had torn that lovely dress, and was nursing a sprained wrist. I could see a couple of bruises on her, but otherwise she seemed unharmed. I had cut knuckles, really tender ribs on my left side, and the lump on the right side of my cheek was going to be a shocker in the morning, but generally I was good. I could hardly believe our lucky escape. "How the hell did he get hold of a revolver?" I wondered aloud. "I bet he filched it from his father's gun cupboard," Penny said darkly. "Same as that 'General Purpose' zapper. Where else could he have got that from?" Sheriffs men, militiamen, collar-school teachers, even bouncers; they all had GP zappers. They worked differently from the standard ones; they were not tuned to any one collar, but just zapped any restrained person unfortunate enough to get in the beam, and laid them flat on their backs. From what I had heard, they were not actually that difficult to get hold of. But the revolver, now, that was another matter. The Guards took gun control very seriously, and unlicensed possession was an automatic collar if you got caught. "I hope he gets it in the neck from his dad when he gets home." "More than that I would think," said Penny. "Even Sheriff Murdoch is going to have a hard time sweeping this lot under the carpet. My Father might be hopeless in a lot of ways but he has always protected Mum, and when he hears of how they manhandled her, he is going to be like a terrier. He won't let go of this until it is settled one way or the other. As for waving that thing around, blasting away at us; well that was attempted murder, and a dozen people must have seen it. That's a lot of witnesses to intimidate." "I just hope you're right." A thought occurred to me. "But it was lucky the zapper wasn't working properly. What do you think happened there, Annie?" "It did work I'm afraid, Boss." "What? But you..." "I pretended, Boss. I think Mr. Weller's alteration helped, and I just... well I couldn't let him know he was right, could I?" I stared at her in amazement for a second. "You brave amazing girl, you. How did I ever deserve one like you?" She tried to shrug off my hug and the kiss on her forehead, but I could see she was pleased. "Anyway, let's see if the coast is clear. Your mother must be worried sick by now, Penny." I stood up to try the key in the lock, and frowned. It was stuck. I jiggled it a bit, and then tried to twist it. No joy. Hell, of course, the thing had been shot up. I wondered how it looked from the other side. "Hmmm. We may have a little problem." I tried to pull the key out, but I couldn't do that either. This was not looking good. Surely it just needs... I leaned on it as I twisted it, hard. Yes, something was yielding! I took a breath, while the brass loop dug into the palm of my hand, and really pushed. There was a snap and I was looking at half the key in my hand. "Shit. That's all we needed." "What's happened?" I showed Penny the broken shaft of the key in my hand. She took off a shoe, went over to the door and banged on it, really loudly. "Help! Is anyone out there? HELP!!!" I winced and put my hands over my ears. "I don't think anyone's there, Penny." "What do we do now?" "What can we do? Nothing but wait until the cleaners arrive in the morning." What was it, half an hour later? We were still sitting on impromptu seats of folded curtains on the floor. The desultory conversation had faded out ages ago. It was not that uncomfortable, and I was wondering if we should try and arrange ourselves so we could get some sleep. Having said that, Annie was wriggling from side to side as if something had got between her legs. "Are you alright, Annie?" I asked with some concern. She blushed and looked down. "Yes Boss, it's just I need to use the toilet. I'm bursting to do a wee." Penny and I could not help smiling at each other. "That has got to be the least of our worries," I reassured her, looking around for a bucket or container. There was nothing obvious. "You may have to use the cleaner's sink. Can you get up there?" It was big rectangular china sink in the corner of the room, set low and obviously destined to take a bucket for cleaning the floors. "Are you sure you don't mind my doing it in front of you, Boss?" asked Annie, hitching up the hem of her dress to attempt to climb up on the thing. "Anything to stop you jiggling," I smiled reassuringly. "Here, just take the lot off," said Penny. "It's already torn, and you'll just ruin it otherwise. We're both girls and you can't tell me he's never seen you in the buff before." Blushing a little but only hesitating for a second, Annie reached behind her neck for the clasp, and was surprised when Penny took the cloth in her hands. "Arms up." instructed Penny. As the collargirl complied she slipped the dress off over her head. "Well, don't you look delicious" remarked Penny, gazing unashamedly at the body of my collar, now revealed. I could see Annie struggle not to cover herself as she kept her arms down and stood still to be inspected. Then Penny amazed me. "Sorry," she said, "you are beautiful, but we should not embarrass you." She leant forward and kissed Annie on the cheek. "Go on and don't worry. James and I will look away." She took my arm and turned us towards the door. It was all very well not watching but in that tiny room the sounds were impossible to ignore. We heard her struggle up onto the china, then a pause, then the unmistakable hiss and splash of water hitting porcelain. It was unfortunately interrupted by a slither and a yelp of distress from the girl. We spun round to see her struggling to extricate herself from the bottom of the sink. "Annie, let me help," I called and grabbed her arms to help her out. "It's difficult to balance," she explained, now crimson. The flush spread all the way down to the top of her breasts and I had difficulty in pulling my eyes away. "Could I hold your arm?" So with her clinging to my shoulders I stared at the ceiling and hummed to myself while I waited for her to continue her task. "Boss." she whispered in a strange voice. "Do you want to... watch?" I glanced down at her. Her face was tense, not with embarrassment but with hope. I realised with shock that my weird little collar actually wanted me to watch her pee while she held onto me. She was clearly turned on by the thought. Intrigued, I just nodded and turned my gaze to the smooth shaven mound beneath her belly. Slowly I lowered myself until I was squatting, still supporting her but with my eyes level with her pink swollen vaginal lips. The pose she had taken with legs astride the china sink spread her outer lips obscenely. I was not sure where a woman peed from but I suspected I was just about to find out. I saw the jet of hot golden liquid first, before I noticed where it came from. It was not from the vagina itself, which was what I had always vaguely assumed, but from this little opening, with it's own tiny lips, just above it. How had I never seen that before, I wondered? Strangely fascinated and aroused, I stood up and reacheddown between her legs. I still don't know why I put the whole of my hand over it to feel the hot piss splashing against my palm. As her head thudded against my shoulder her urine squirted out between my hand and her body and I pressed the bubbling liquid against her. My thumb found her button, which was already erect and swollen and I just rubbed it in the flood of liquid. Amazingly the flow continued while she clutched me and then she cried aloud while her whole body shook and convulsed. She collapsed in the sink, still orgasming, and still pissing uncontrollably as she orgasmed. The spray stopped and she fell back against the cold china, eyes shut and panting. I was completely shocked at what we had just done but at the same time it was so bizarre I could hardly stop myself from laughing out loud. My hand and sleeve were soaked, and I turned on the tap to rinse them off while she was still in there. While I was at it I washed her off too, and she gasped at the cold. Finally I took off my jacket and rung out the sleeve, shaking my head. Yet again, just when I thought that girl could surprise me no more... I pulled Annie out of the sink, and used the velvet curtain to wipe her down and clean her off. Shaken, I suddenly remembered that Penny was with us. I glanced at her, embarrassed but I couldn't read her expression. There was no way to tell if she was disgusted or turned on, but right now, I was past caring. Nothing was going to keep my prick out of the dripping pussy of that beautiful eager little collar. I know, I know in hindsight I cringe at myself. Penny had done so much for me, and now I was going to ask her to stand in a corner and whistle while I poked the hell out of my servant. But my head had given up from overload, andthe whole sexual tension of the night, combined with Annie's wet naked legs splayed in that sink well, I was only human! The older girl was still standing there, watching and motionless. I had to say something. "Penny, I am afraid I am just going to have to shaft my collarmaid. You don't mind do you?" Now that I looked, her expression was odd dazed, if anything but Penny shook her head slowly, which was all I needed. I stepped over to flick off the light, and then gathered my sweet collarmaid in my arms. It was Annie who stopped me. "She does mind Boss. Look." And to my surprise Annie stepped away from me, over to the older girl standing motionless against the shelving. "She minds terribly, can't you see? She needs you to fuck HER." The room was still. I stared at Penny, who stood frozen like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I opened my mouth to apologise for the way my collar had spoken, but the words died on my lips. For in the moonlight from the small window above us I could just see the stunned expression on Penny's face. Her eyes were staring back, and I suddenly realised what they are asking. They were begging me to do exactly that thing. Without thought or conscious decision, I stepped towards the girls, and my hands reached out to touch, not Annie, but her. Annie was at her shoulder, whispering in her ear and working at something behind her neck. Suddenly the top of the dress holding those breasts fell away and they were exposed, no, displayed to us. There was a sharp intake of breath from Annie, while mine just failed me. They were amazing. Big, round, soft, high, swelling all those words, but above all just beautiful. Without support or artifice they stood out, proud and heavy, yet still gracefully part of her. This was the grail that those lesser women hunted, the shape that dress designers spent their lives striving for with corsets and necklines and brassieres. She was almost impossible, and completely perfect. "It's so good when he touches them. " I heard Annie whisper in her ear, and I brushed the sides of those beautiful shapes, feeling the flesh quiver at my touch. The older girl closed her eyes and shivered. Involuntarily her body swayed forward, pressing the soft weight of those gorgeous silk skinned globes into my hands, and I was holding both of them. Without instruction, my thumbs stroked the pink nipples, and I watched with amazement as they inflated in front of my eyes. Hot, flushed and stiff, they begged for attention and as my fingers supplied it I heard Penny groaning quietly. She was mine, I realised. I was going to possess this woman, tonight. My hands slid down her sides, pushing folds of velvet down in front of them. Annie was undoing things at her back and we forced the cloth over her hips and to the floor. Everything: slip, petticoat, underclothes, went with it, and her stockings were dragged down by the suspenders. As I stepped up to her and enveloped her in my arms I was vaguely aware of Annie fussing at her feet, clearing away the debris, but as Penny blindly searched for my mouth she was completely naked, as if this was the only way she could ever be. We kissed. We kissed, and it was as if the flaming fusion earlier on the terrace had been only for practice. We kissed, and I felt how clothed I was and how naked she was. How sexy it was to imagine what she felt as her tender skin rubbed on my jacket. How erotic this was. We kissed, and the soft nude woman in my arms wrapped her arms around my neck and as her knees gave way, she wanted me, clung to me, and gave herself to me. I glanced over to see Annie rearranging the old velvet curtains across the floor. We now had a nest. I laid her down, lay beside her, and started exploring. It was all so wonderful. I could go anywhere; I could stroke, caress and investigate any and every surface and shape. Her skin was a landscape, her body a world, and my hands were the brave explorers that ventured excited and daring over every round hill and into each soft valley. I was completely wrapped up in this, and wholly absorbed in the texture and shape and weight and feeling of this amazing adventure, but I could still feel Annie fussing about my clothing now, undoing things and tugging clothing off my limbs. It came back to the kissing somehow. It didn't matter how wonderful were the flattened shapes of her breasts against her chest, or how hot and turgid were the bursting nipples, or how tantalising were the hidden slick folds in the forbidden valley between her legs. In her kiss was her soul, and irresistibly I had to return there to sample it again. We ran out of breath and I pulled myself up on my elbows to be able to look down on her face, framed in a pillow of soft blonde hair. Her grip on my shoulders changed, and her eyes were serious in the pale light as she looked up into mine. "James, you... you will be careful with me, won't you? You could hurt me so easily." I wondered at her new caution and then somehow I just knew. This was not about virginity or physical pain, but about the other kinds of hurt one person could do another the invisible kinds. "Never. " I replied, solemnly. "Whatever happens, I will never hurt you," and something about how I felt for this girl had changed, although I was too distracted right now to know quite what. I rolled onto her, to cover her naked flesh with my own until we were wrapped up in each other, and I noticed her muttering, although only some words were clear enough to understand, "Fuck... cunt... me... prick... in... fu... fu... cunt... oh... pr... prick... ooooooh please..." despite the way I kissed her again and again with my hands around her head, washing my fingers in her hair, but while we were occupied, a different hand was pushing itself between us, where our groins happened to line up, and as it tugged at me I pushed at the friction and resistance between us, blindly thrusting and searching for... (oh bliss! How could it feel like this!) "Ow... fu... fu... fuck ow... cunt aaaah," the little noises continuing while I was inside her, hugging her from inside as well as out, although she was far from worried at the weight because she clutched me to her as if we could melt together if only she pulled harder, and I could just hear Annie whispering urgently in her ear, while her hands wandered over that sweet body, encouraging her, urging us both on, "Isn''t it good? Feel his cock stretch you, feel it penetrate you, it's what your cunt was made for to be filled up with a man's cock with his cock, " so whatever she wanted, I did, and whatever I did, she wanted, world without end until the end came as it must, and I was plugged in, yes, in the good old missionary position and each thrust was longer and harder and seemed like it must be the penultimate one, but somehow there was always one more which was even deeper, and her gasps became cries, until I exploded and spasmed while we gripped each other so that our flesh must be fused, and it was over. There was nothing to say. There was nothing one could say, so I lay there panting for breath, leaning on my elbows. Although I wanted to know what it had been like for her, I dared not ask. But a minute later the beautiful woman under me stirred, and in the wondering voice of a child, said "Fuuuuuuuuuuck! " and I could not help but chuckle. I rolled off and hugged her body to me as I lay beside her. "Penelope Jennifer Jones" I said, rolling the words around in my mouth, full of wonder. "James Buchanan Pilsbury" she pronounced, as if trying out the sounds. Drifting off to sleep, I finally noticed the other person in the room, who was also naked. What I noticed were her lips wrapped around my prick. She was sucking gently, as if trying not to disturb me. I suddenly realised what she was doing. "Annie, are you never finished cleaning up?" "Course not, Boss... slurp... mmm... so tangy... slupp... tastes of iron... can I do her now, Boss?" Before I could say no, she wriggled round to insert her head between Penny's thighs and mine, and I could tell by my lover's jerk what Annie was doing. "OH!... what... ooooh... where did... aaaaah..." was her victim's confused reaction. "Shhhh." I whispered. "She has this cleaning thing going on bit of an obsession best thing is just to let her get on with it." "But James... it's all... aaah... fuuuuuuuck... it's all messy with..." Penny groaned, while the Annie's words finally filtered through the mush to my last brain cell. "Iron? Blood! Penny, you were a virgin!" "Well, of course, you idiot. Shiiit, that girl!... Coming out Ball, mean anything?" "So Annie is... Annie! What are you doing down there?" "Just cleaning up, Boss... slurp... Mmmmmm. All clean, sweet as apple pie, now." "Penny, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you alright?" "Of course. It stung a bit but I was expecting that. And... Ohhh shit!" "Annie! Stop that! You have to learn to wait until you are asked before diving in!" "Oh, James, don't stop her. It... mmmm... feels so good. In fact, just give me a kiss while... mmmmm..." While I was kissing her, Penny and Annie rearranged themselves so Penny was on her back and Annie was truly between her thighs, head buried and bottom waggling in the air. It was such a delightful bottom I could not help stroking it. Penny noticed and pulled away from my mouth, and cried, excitedly "Do her! You could shaft her while she's still... aaah ANNIE!... while she's still licking me!" Confused, but never the one to disobey an order, I moved behind the pert waving buttocks of my insatiable collargirl, and amazingly, my erection was back already. She was so hot and so slick I slipped right in, to a moan from both of them. "Ooooooh God... I can feel it when you push into her... use her to fuck me... fuck me with her tongue... fuck me with that collar on your prick!" It was unreal. I had no idea what made sense any more, so I just thrust into what was warm and wet in front of me. Penny's humping got wilder and wilder until she cried out at the top of her voice "ARRRRG I'M CUMMMING!" and convulsed all over the place. But she didn't disengage from us. Moving lethargically but still writhing, she slowly pulled the younger girl away from her crotch, up to her mouth, while she slipped down to lie on her back beneath us. I could see Penny sucking at my collargirl's tongue and lips. She took a breath to mutter more obscenities at intervals. "Ohhh, cunt... mine... juices... taste my own cunt on her... " I just followed where they went. Penny's hands reached round, searching for my cock which was still rhythmically plunging into Annie from behind, and now I had Penny's fingers squeezing Annie's cunt lips around my shaft while I pushed it through them. "Kiss me James!" she muttered. "Kiss me while you shove your cock into her!" It was really awkward to lean over Annie's back, but now I could hug two girls at once. "Mmmm oh I love your..." Her words were lost in her urgent, hungry kissing. I could not believe she was eagerly sucking my tongue into her mouth while my cock was buried in Annie. With a "ummmph" of expelled air, poor Annie collapsed onto Penny's chest under my weight and my cock almost slipped out of her. "Move! Move over, down here!" Yet again the older girl pushed us around and rearranged us, all the while impatient to get back into action. Now the submissive slave girl was flat on her back with Penny's sex over her mouth. I was plugged into her again, but from the front now, as I knelt between her legs, with her thighs around my waist. I could bend down to kiss and suck her sweet little mammaries, as she lay spread in front of me, and then straighten up to attack Penny's magnificent ones as she knelt facing me over the collargirl's head. "James... Two tongues... a t t t... tongue in my... aaaaah, girl, keep doing that... slurp... James fuck my mouth with your tongue as well!" It was then that I finally lost it. I pumped gout after gout into Annie's little cunt while I deep tongued Penny's mouth. That's what it felt like, although there could not have been that much left. I collapsed on them, beyond knowing who was where or what they were doing. Time passed. I floated to the surface of sleep and heard soft giggling from somewhere, mixed with the murmuring of girls' voices. As I tried to orientate myself, silence fell. I listened, and now heard, not complete silence but softer sounds; sucking or kissing; delicate lapping like a cat. They were on either side of me, but their feet were beyond my head and I could feel their weight on my legs as their faces meet over my thighs. The warm soft skin next to my cheek was irresistible and I explored it with my lips. "Mmmmm" I sighed and brushed my hands over the flesh. On both sides of me were female thighs and buttocks and soft rear cheeks, and between these were aromatic damp creases that yielded to my touch. The girls were giggling and whispering again and suddenly they both wriggled up until their faces were in my groin. One of them, Penny I think, chuckled and then both sets of lips were around my penis; both tongues were lapping at each other and me indiscriminately. I groaned and reveled in the sensations. My hands were full of girl flesh while my balls and cock were being devoured. Not prepared to let them get away with this I searched with both sets of fingers for yielding holes. Soon enough I had both hands plugged into them and I could feel the writhing of their torsos from the inside. It felt surprisingly natural to have each thumb up an anus and two fingers of each hand buried in a vagina while the others spread up the front. I could feel the tiny resistance of the aroused nubbin within the folds of each girl. I grinned as both mouths fell slack when I massaged them. As a pair they groaned, and I just heard the whispers; "God, he's..." "Me too, can you feel..." "And in there as well it feels so... God I can't take it" "Ooooh it's just sooo niiiiiiice!" "Lets get him!" And they came back to attack me with renewed vigour. "Two on to one, not fair," I whispered, but they did not even pause to reply. My fingers were on autopilot now and the sensations from my cock overwhelmed me, and it was as if the gushing in their mouths and on their faces set them off as well because all of us were clutching each other in ecstasy. I tried to recount how many times I had come and I found that I could not recall. Maybe I was tired, or maybe all the blood that was supposed to be flowing to my brain was flowing lower in my body, but I simply could not count the number. There is a state between satiation and exhaustion when nothing; no promise and no sensation, is better than sleep. Mmmm to sleep... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- If you liked it so far, drop me a line to 'oldsofty @ hotmail.co.uk' (don't forget to remove the spaces) Chapter 14 is at /files/Authors/Old-Softy/The_Collar_around_the_Heart/The_Collar_14.txt