Thoughts of a Dirty Old Man - Part 2.doc
Title: Thoughts of a Dirty Old Man - Part 2
Author: Writer’s Cramp
Keywords: MFFf (various), rom, dreaming, cons/non-cons,
teen, inc, hum, bdsm (brief).
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From the Author:
Be warned that this story involves, in part, the sexual interest of an
older man for a young teenager so if that offends, read no further.
Story is copyright by Writer’s Cramp with all rights reserved and
must not be posted to any commercial or pay site whatsoever.
Individuals may archive the story for their own personal use but the
story should not be reposted to any other site without the author’s
permission.
All names are fictitious and events do not intentionally relate to any
person, either living or dead. Neither the author nor any
acquaintance of the author, has ever indulged in situations described
in this story; they are solely based on fantasy of the mind.
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THOUGHTS OF A DIRTY OLD MAN - Part 2
(MFFf (various), rom, dreaming, cons/non-cons, teen, hum, bdsm
(brief).
©September 2003
SEXUAL FANTASY FICTION
By WRITER’S CRAMP
(writer_s_cramp40REMOVE@hotmail.com )
Characters:
I am old enough to know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts.
My name’s Rod, aged 58 & now retired.
Beryl, my wife, aged 53, damned if I know why she still loves me.
Giselle, aged 15 when the story starts, later 16.
Her brother aged 8 (no involvement)
Her sister aged 6 (no involvement)
Their mother, Jacquie, aged 37, a single Mum.
Preamble
I had no intention of adding to the first part of my story, “Thoughts
of a Dirty Old Man - Part 1” available from:
ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/WritersCramp40
Some responses asked for more but I wanted the reader to use their
own imagination about what may have happened.
Then my dirty mind began to dream up more about the young girl so
here is part 2 – it does not necessarily continue directly on from
where Part 1 finished so you need to re-read that part first to
understand where this story comes from.
Chapter One
I was disappointed that Giselle hadn’t responded at all as we
had planned. Expecting her first response where she had promised to
keep a diary of all the things she did that she couldn’t/wouldn’t tell
her mother, turned from days to weeks and still nothing.
What had happened? As she left me that day, she was quite
excited about the illicit plan we had concocted to share our private
thoughts and deeds. The way she spoke of her menses so openly, I
was sure she would go ahead and talk about the other private things.
It was her masturbations and the other things a young teenager might
think of, that interested me and in return I had promised to detail the
things I did with my wife in private. But after several weeks of not
even one encrypted e-mail I gave up hope of my voyeuristic dreams
being answered.
Has she told her mother and our household had been banned
forever? No, I didn’t think so because her mother was still in contact
with my wife, they being close personal friends. Maybe when she
began to write her first expose, she chickened out. That was the most
likely reason.
Should I make contact with her? Meet her at the school gate
like last time? No, that was too risky. Ring her? What if her mother
answered? That wouldn’t be so bad, unless I was in disgrace in her
eyes, of course but if I was she would surely have told my wife. I
could explain that I just wanted to talk to the boy who looked on me
as his own grandfather and we got along very well indeed. At least
my dirty mind only centred on Giselle, not the young ones and
certainly not the boy; I wasn’t that way inclined in the least.
But if I did get to speak to Giselle, she might think I was
pressing her into something she now obviously didn’t want to follow
through with. Then the bright idea surfaced. Why don’t we get them
back for a meal again? It didn’t take long for my dear wife to take up
the suggestion and the invitation was issued and promptly accepted.
My cock was the happiest it had been for several months. It
kept rising as though it had a mind of its own; then again, I suppose
it did for it had ruled over me more than once, quite often in fact
since I realised that Giselle and I had developed an unspoken
relationship of the mind. Each time the thought of the young
teenager, Giselle, surfaced it rose firm and hard. I had much trouble
hiding the fact from my wife who wasn’t so naïve as to overlook the
bulge that became evident quite often since the dinner party was
organized. She demanded the chance to stem the desires I had for her
quite often in those few days before Jacquie and the kids arrived. I
do love her, my dear wife, and we have shared so many years
together we can anticipate the other’s wishes without a word being
spoken. But she had no idea the erections I sported over those days
weren’t for her at all, but illicitly, were due solely from the thoughts
about a fifteen-year-old named Giselle that roamed my dirty mind.
It was a strange evening, the evening they arrived. I wondered
if Giselle might do something that would give our little secret away.
What if she even said something or worse still, accused me of my
filthy plans at the dinner table? I really didn’t think she would but
with the silence that had developed since our little talk, now some
months ago, I couldn’t help wonder why she hadn’t made even the
most innocent of contacts.
When I answered the doorbell that rang continually, the two
little ones playing their usual game, there were giggles as they both
rushed and flung their arms around my legs. Once I extricated myself
I gave Jacquie a peck on the cheek in welcome and tried to do the
same with Giselle but she shied away and even tried to hide behind
her mother. It set me wondering all over again, especially as she gave
my wife a hug and a warm smile.
I handed drinks all around, fizzy for the kids, wine for Jacquie
and my wife. When I asked Giselle what she’d like she said quickly,
“Nothing.”
“Giselle, mind your manners,” her mother warned.
“Well I don’t,” the teenager responded, never looking in my
direction once.
“A thank you would have been nice,” her mother reminded
her but I interrupted.
“That’s alright, no offence taken,” I said with a smile towards
my dream girl. She certainly never returned anything because her
eyes were elsewhere.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like something, Giselle?” My
wife asked. “There’s Apple Cider or maybe you’d like a little wine?”
“Oh, could I, Mum?”
“Only a little, Beryl,” Jacquie suggested.
So I poured a half glass of Riesling but got a sulky look as I
handed it to her. Something was very wrong because I was definitely
in the bad books. Didn’t even get a thank you which I saw her
mother noticed but didn’t berate her for this time. Oh, well, best
leave her alone. My dreams of getting inside a young girl’s mind
now shattered for ever.
It was about this time I began to take notice of Jacquie. I mean
she’d been my wife’s friend for many years and we had been
together quite often over the years for dinners or social outings. But
as she and Beryl sat chatting away, I began to realise how young and
even perky the woman was. Yes, she was definitely perky; for a
woman in her mid-thirties, very perky indeed. Her breasts were
smaller than Beryl’s but certainly held firmly outwards and even with
a good bra holding them up, she had great tits.
On the other hand, there sat my quiet little angel, Giselle,
refusing to look towards me at all, her small breastlets teasing the
hell out of my cock which was rising embarrassingly upwards. Now
was that caused by thoughts of Giselle breasts or her mother’s?
Looking across at Jacquie, I began to realise that dirty thoughts were
brewing in my mind, not just about the teenage daughter but of the
mother also.
Oh, shit, I was definitely in trouble this time. There was no
way I could see of Jacquie showing even the slightest interest but
Beryl definitely was; not of Jacquie but of me. Actually it wasn’t
really of me but of the tent I was displaying for all to see. She looked
into my eyes, cast her eyes downwards to my crotch then up again to
look me straight in the eyes. She had a mischievous grin meant for
me alone. Damn the woman, she even cupped her breast
momentarily signalling me she had needs just as much as I had.
A quick glance towards Jacquie and Giselle showed they
hadn’t noticed anything of what was going on between my wife and
me.
“Rod, go and boil the kettle for coffee, darling,” she told me
impishly. It was only later I learned that as soon as I left Beryl had
whispered in Jacquie’s ear that I was sporting a roaring erection and
she was about to get her ass fucked off; her words.
But as I began to fill the kettle a small voice distracted me.
“Uncle Rod,” Giselle said almost in a whisper. Her face was
white as a sheet and she was trembling.
“Giselle, you are talking to me,” I said in surprise.
“I… I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be rude, really I wasn’t. It’s
just that I was frightened… and embarrassed. Here,” she said
pushing a white sealed envelope towards me. “Take this and look at
it later.” Then she turned quickly to go but hesitated. “You promise
you won’t tell anyone, don’t you?”
Oh, so that’s it, I told myself and sighed. “Young lady
whatever happens between us is strictly private and no-one else must
ever know. Do you promise too?” I thought I’d better add that for my
own protection.
“Yes. Yes, of course,” she said and I could see her doubts
vanishing almost as she spoke. She soon vanished back to the other
room.
I could feel the square of a floppy disk inside the envelope and
nearly exploded inside my pants. Damn it all, my original plan may
be working after all and now I had the hots for the mother too. I
really am a dirty old bastard I told myself with a smile of satisfaction.
When I returned with a tray of coffee, Beryl looked positively
sexy, Jacquie looked at my crotch and blushed, Giselle sat quietly
and was now looking at me although not between my legs, thank
goodness.
I couldn’t wait to get at my computer and was pleased when
Jacquie decided they should leave as she quickly emptied her cup.
Beryl feigned sorry at such an early evening but I noticed she winked
at Jacquie as they kissed each other’s cheek. Giselle didn’t even try
to kiss me goodbye but looked straight at me before turning to go.
Maybe it was a final glance for reassurance. I smiled back and gave
the briefest of nods. She almost sighed as she left as though all the
problems of the world had just been lifted from her shoulders.
Chapter Two
As the door closed, Beryl leaned her back against it and
clutched the outline of my erection in her hand. “Well now, has my
man been having naughty thoughts again?” She asked with all the
wiles only a woman is capable of.
“Look, I couldn’t help…”
“I liked the look of her tits too, Rodney. Is that what started
you off?”
It startled me momentarily. Never before had she spoken like
this, literally accusing me of eyeing another woman. Nevertheless
she still clutched me tightly over my trousers. It took some quick
thinking.
“Not altogether true, my dear, although that thought may have
had a small part in what you are clutching. Do you think you could
ease up just a little? It’s sort of delicate down there right now.”
Damn, she held my cock so tight it was being strangled.
“So what am I to think? Was it the thought of what her tits
look like naked or not?”
“If you let the little gentleman loose I may be able to explain
but right now while he’s being throttled I can’t get the right words
out.” She giggled and let me go, pressing herself against me as her
hands came up around my neck and kissed me passionately. “I want
some of that, Rodney. I need it right now.”
Man, what was happening here? I had become as randy as a
teenager these past few hours and she had turned from middle-aged
housewife whose interest in sex had dwindled to the lowest levels to
a ferocious sexual beast.
“Oh, God, is this really happening to me?” I whined as she
began to strip my clothes off. “Uhm, I’d prefer you to be naked too,
wife.”
Before I could do anything she stripped her frock over her
head and went, “Da-da.” She stood before me, naked as a jaybird.
The whole evening she had no underwear on at all.
She laughed at what must have been a shocked non-
understanding look on my face. “I just know whenever Jacquie
comes over this gentleman stands to attention more than usual. Isn’t
that right my dear?” She looked up into my face wickedly.
“You’re… You weren’t wearing underwear,” I stammered
with surprise. She never did stuff like this. “When did… When did
you take them off?”
I could see the glee my shock had caused in her. “I never put
any on, baby. Just for you,” she added slyly, all the while guiding me
closer to the bedroom.
“Did… Did Jacquie know?”
“Would you have wanted her to know?”
“No…,” I gasped. “God, woman, you’ve become a
seductress,” I gasped, frightened at the prospect of not being in
charge of our lovemaking for the very first time.
“Me? Me, a seductress? Oh, Rod that’s brilliant. You’ve
never called me that before,” she giggled. “So tell me, my love, was
it me or was it Jacquie?” She asked again, stroking my roaring hard-
on cheekily.
“If I told you, you’d probably divorce me,” I countered trying
to look suave.
“No woman would divorce a man with a cock like this, baby.
So, tell me the truth. What is causing all these rises lately?”
Oh, shit, please don’t let me stuff this up. Here I was getting
the hots for her closest girlfriend while trying to become a voyeur
into that girlfriend’s teenage daughter’s mind and possibly having
the evidence in my pocket of that very same voyeuristic endeavour.
All this as I was being propositioned for sex by my very insistent
wife of thirty five years. I had to think fast.
“Yes and no,” I suggested hopefully. “Maybe.”
“What the shit does that mean, Mister?”
“I can’t tell you like this. You’re making my mind freak out.
You’re a different person. Have you been taking Viagra or
something?”
“Ha, ha, ha,” she laughed aloud. “And all the time I thought
that’s what you’ve been doing. You have, haven’t you?”
“I have not and never have,” I protested vigorously.
“Well, fucking well tell me why you’re always sporting this
these days?” She demanded, grabbing my tool through my trousers
again. Any closer and she could easily feel the square computer disk
in my pocket.
“For God’s sake, let me go, woman. Get into bed and I might
just give you a hint or two but you mightn’t like it.”
At least that changed her mind back into fuck mode. The
covers were pulled back and she sprawled onto her back, her thighs
widespread; her arms inviting my intrusion.
We may be middle-aged, closing in on Senior Citizen ranking
but she looked damned inviting right then. She looked years younger
with her breasts still standing upwards on her chest despite birthing
three kids all those years ago. There was some sag sideways but she
still had good tits. What made her all the younger though was the
fact that for the first time, there was no sign of a hair between her
legs. She was as naked as a baby’s bottom and the pink lips of her
labia poked through all glistening and inviting.
I must have stared at the sight for a long while because she
woke me from my reverie with her giggle as she accused me, “So it
is young women you were dreaming about. Want to come and try
one out?”
“No, I don’t think I’m dreaming about anyone but you right
now, baby.” Sliding my body along hers and kissing her passionately
I took a breast in my hand and massaged it until she began to purr
with pleasure. One thing about a good sexy woman, she has so many
points to give her pleasure whereas my cock is the only lifeline to
ecstasy I have. At the moment she wasn’t interested in my pleasure at
all, just in what I was able to give her, so being the loving husband I
was, I gave myself over to treating her to fulfilment. I was fairly sure
my cock could stand a while without the necessity of stimulation.
Man, this woman never ceases to surprise me.
“So what has caused all these mammoth hard-ons?” She asked
between purrs of pleasure. Was she never going to give me any
peace? Actually I did want to fuck her right at this moment, fuck her
so I could get to the computer and find out what my other dream-
child had handed me. But there was no way I could try the old slam,
bam, thank you ma’am routine; she was into it with a fervour and to
leave her wanting just wasn’t on her agenda. So I gave up the
thought of Giselle and decided to give the woman beneath me the
full works.
Super sex was something we called our love making in the
early years when we could spend half the day fucking and sucking
then relish the experience in the afterglow that we maintained for
hours afterwards.
Those thoughts decided my next move. “You deserve a
special massage, I do believe,” I told her, sliding down between her
legs.
“Oh, yes please,” she moaned. It had been years since I had
performed this on her. It was my special treat for when she had been
very, very good to me in some way; usually giving in to some of my
baser demands that ordinarily are summarily refused but to which
she relented under a barrage of whinings and pleadings. Usually that
meant an anal liaison or occasionally in the bathroom or on the back
lawn after dark, water sports games. Occasionally a nice OTK (my
knee, her toosh) spanking revved me up no end. She hates all these
activities but if she is especially happy with me, grants the odd
approval. I must say, that was usually followed by several weeks of
very little activity in the bedroom. But she had done things today that
deserved my special thanks.
It began with much caressing of her breasts; kissing licking
and sucking, lathing the nipples with my tongue until she couldn’t
help but moan in satisfaction. Both breasts were treated fairly and
her body became jelly in my hands. I was particularly pleased with
my abilities and wondered what had caused me to stop doing this
with her. It was quite pleasurable even to me and was one sure way
to keep my cock at full rise. Besides, once finished she was obligated
to finish me off in my most favourite way, but we’ll talk about that a
little later.
So there she was, writhing in the sensations of arousal, moans
and little murmurs of encouragement for me to continue. She knew
what would come next.
My tongue traced the well worn path downwards, across her
belly-button which I filled with spittle then slurped up again, loudly.
My hands were still stroking her nipples, pinching and flicking the
little rubber bullets. Well they were rather large rubber bullets
actually; certainly long enough for my lips to gain a firm grasp of the
dark brown protuberances to suck them like a cigarette. But only my
fingers could reach there right now.
As I slid downwards, she groaned in frustration as her breasts
were finally left to their own devices. Her fingers replaced mine but I
could tell from the way her writhings had slowed that they were no
match for my own. That’s understandable; another’s touch is far
more arousing than one’s own. The same goes for man himself; how
much more stimulating is a woman’s touch on his cock than his
own?
By now I was kneeling in the vee of her thighs, her legs lifted
over mine and so wide the lips were parted, glistening as though
seeking attention. That was her want but I was in charge and she
would have to wait.
Her eyes were closed, a hand across her forehead; the other
still stroking a nipple. “Please,” she whispered. She knew she had to
beg. I felt like a young man again and my cock was leaking pre-cum
as if I was still a teenager.
The fingers of each hand stroked lightly up and down her
legs, never reaching her vulva which was so aroused a small pool of
milky white discharge was threatening to overflow. Damn, I was
good, I thought to myself in satisfaction. “Please, baby, do me,” she
pleaded.
“So you not interested in what gave me the hard-on now?”
“No, it doesn’t matter.”
“I’m going to tell you but you won’t like what you hear,” I
warned her. “Do you want to hear now or later?”
“No, not now; later, baby. Please touch me, please,” she
whimpered.
But there was no way her pussy was going to be satisfied
completely just yet and she knew it just as I did. So the massage
began. I leaned forward as my hands slid up her torso to just below
her breasts, pressing firmly into the flesh, kneading the muscles,
fingertips moving across, tickling the underside of each breast where
they lay on her chest. Then downwards, along her sides, pinching the
flesh of her waist and hips, swirling across her tummy and across
where the pubic hairline would normally be. The process would be
repeated several times then reversed and reversed again. She gave
little groans as my fingers dug into her flesh, the movements not
hurting but causing tensions to rise.
“Please, Rod, I need to feel…”
She interrupted so I returned my hands to her thighs,
lessening the pleasures she gained over her torso. She knew why.
She wasn’t allowed to speak, that was one of the rules. My hands
took large hold of both thighs as I pressed thumb and finger as hard
as I could while moving up and down along both limbs in unison.
Each time my hands neared her groin I swiped my thumbs upwards
close to her pussy lips but not quite touching. Then back along her
legs to her knees. She was desperately seeking orgasm but still some
way off achieving any real pleasure.
As she refrained from speaking my hands returned to
massaging her tummy, my fingertips sweeping ever closer to her sex
until she gave a shudder and a little meow each time they passed by.
Her arousal was building and it was time for her reward, well at least
the first part of it.
This time as I returned to her legs, and she knew her time was
near for she spread them all the wider causing the reservoir of female
juices to overflow and drizzle onto the bed. Instead of missing her
pussy by millimetres, I now grazed my thumbs along the lips, a
thumb tracing the sharpness of each labia. The touch was so light I
couldn’t feel her flesh but she certainly could feel my movements.
Her high pitched moans told the tale.
I continued the light touch letting her climax build slowly.
Years of practice had taught me her special likes and this was one of
them. She was desperate for the relief of climax, yet still wanting the
thrills that roamed through her body to continue. Then, another
shudder and her legs stiffened, her gasps reaching higher pitch and
her whole body began to vibrate as she pushed her groin harder
against my fingers. The shuddering went on and on, far longer than
my own orgasms ever lasted and as usual I became jealous of the
pleasures she enjoyed.
My ejaculations lasted seconds only before I slumped away,
gasping for breath. But my dear wife could maintain hers for at least
a minute before her breath began to slow and the shivers that rocked
the bed, ceased.
“Oh, Rod, that was wond… Ouch,” she exclaimed as I
slapped her breast quite hard, lifting a finger to my lips to shush her
words. She knew why and she closed her eyes and whimpered. Her
pleasures weren’t over yet. As always, she would have been happiest
if I then laid by her side, cuddling her to me while the afterglow of
her femaleness slowly subsided. But as soon as the blow came she
knew she had more to endure; it was indeed an endurance, for she
now had to lie still while I brought her towards another climax. It
meant her nerves were soon to be on edge again and maybe several
more times, each one needing greater endurance as the nervous
system took toll on her strength.
Ten was the most she had endured in a continuous effort but
that was many years ago in the prime of our lives and neither she nor
I could last that long these days. As it was, after ten end-to-end
orgasms, she sank into a deep sleep that lasted over twelve hours. I
was very proud of my effort and took my pleasure in her vagina
twice without even a stir of recognition from her. By the time she
awoke late the next day, her bottom was glued to the under sheet
from dried sperm that had drained from her pussy.
This time I used both thumbs to annoy her now reddened
clitoris, rubbing one after the other across the shiny nub, dipping my
thumbs from time to time into her cunt for more lubrication. The
more pressure I applied, the greater her gasps. What an incredible
structure a woman’s clit was, I mused as I watched the naked woman
squirm beneath my manipulations.
Damn, it was enough to make my desperate cock cry for
release but as the politicians say far too often, plans for the big
picture were surfing through my mind. If I did all the right things,
maybe I could bring off something I had never even pondered before.
So ten minutes after her first one, she climaxed again, sighing
as the pleasures surged through her female brain. Lucky bitches,
women.
“No more, babe,” she gasped as she came down from the
highs. “I’m getting too old for this even though I love every second
of if it. Thank you, thank you, darling,” she sighed as she felt me
move away from where I had knelt for the last hour or so. But I
wasn’t finished yet.
“I should tan your hide, woman. No talking while I’m still
unfulfilled, remember?”
“Sorry,” she sighed, her brain in paradise.
But as I said, I hadn’t finished yet. I’d moved but only to slide
further down the bed so I could press my lips over her still widely
spread vagina.
“Oh, my God,” she sighed and gave a little giggle. “What
have I done to deserve this?” She asked as my lips pressed against
her dampness.
“Talk later woman. Now let me concentrate.”
She was the only woman I’d ever tasted in my thirty five years
of adulthood so other than the rare descriptions I’d found in erotic
literature, I had nothing else to compare with this. But her taste was
marvellous.
My tongue craved for the deepest recesses I could reach and I
swiped her tunnel from side to side. Thank God she kept herself
clean down there. Rarely did I encounter those nasty little grains of
cheese and today was no exception. She was well lubricated; of
course she should have been after two orgasms and this helped with
the richness of her musk. I loved the taste, always did.
As I pushed as deep as I could, sucking small amounts of her
juices down, the bridge of my nose pressed hard against her clit. It
was a manoeuvre I’d used right from the beginning of our sex lives
and I knew she loved it. Of course she loved it, for she was moaning
loudly. I could feel her body moving as she shook her head from side
to side.
With my face pressed hard against her sex, my arms went
under her thighs so I could part the pussy hairs but this wasn’t
necessary today. Yes her little surprise of denudation down there was
most wonderful. Why hadn’t I demanded this, years ago? Actually,
my first reasons for giving her the ‘treatment’ was to say “thanks”
for the surprise but the more I got into it, the stronger the big picture
grew and she was in for a surprise herself once we’d completed out
pleasuring.
“Mfp,” she gurgled and without any further stimulation than
what the bridge of my nose was producing, she climaxed for the third
time. It wasn’t altogether so comfortable for me this time for her
pubic bone crunched against my nose bone time after time until her
thrills subsided. I sucked the last of her juices up and crawled up the
bed to clutch her to me. It was this cuddling afterwards that she
enjoyed, I think, just as much as the climaxes themselves. It always
left her cooing with satisfaction.
“Thank you; thank you; thank you, my lover,” she whispered
lovingly several times as she kissed me all over my face with those
sexy little pouting lips she always used after sex. Her hands swept
over my face and chest as she snuggled against me. “I love you,
Rod,” she sighed.
“Well?” I asked.
“What?”
“Think.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. You made me feel so… so full, I forgot.
Want me on top this time?”
“No, not really.”
She looked into my eyes, thinking. “You want something
dirty, don’t you?” She asked accusingly although I don’t thing she
was going to object this time.
“Not what you usually call dirty anyway,” I smiled. “But it’s
your lips, honey; they make me want them so much.”
“Ah, ha, the old suck and swallow routine,” she suggested,
her eyes bright with anticipation.
“Yes, please,” I sighed, laying over onto my back, my legs
spread wide apart, cock standing to attention.
“I’ll bet this doesn’t last long,” she giggled as she crawled
down the bed.
There is only one position the woman should be when she
practices the art of fellatio. I’d trained Beryl well over the years so I
never had to remind her these days. Kneeling between my thighs, she
leaned down and too my cock in her hand, kissing the slime away
from the crown then sliding me between her lips.
This put her tongue right over the underside of my glans, the
most sensitive part of my cock and probably most men’s, but then I’d
never asked any man to compare notes. Imagine the thought running
through his mind if I’d ever tried to talk about that with any of my
macho friends.
So there she was, bent over my crotch, her tongue licking over
the underside, her lips moving up and down over the crown, sending
immediate signals of pleasures to come. One hand held my cock
lightly as she sucked, licked and washed my shaft, the other tickling
the hairs on my balls without even touching the skin. It was
incredibly erotic.
I never forewarned her when I was about to shoot but over the
years she had grown to know exactly when the first surge began to
rush for escape. She never stopped then but continued her loving as
before with the exception that she flattened her tongue and pressed
harder against the sensitive underside.
It was always good and I groaned aloud as the pleasure of sex
erupted throughout my brain and nervous systems. Ten, eleven,
twelve spurts then I calmed down but her task wasn’t over yet. Now
she held my cock upwards, still in her mouth, and pressed her tongue
right over the tip annoying the last few dribbles of sperm until they
too were expelled into her mouth.
Despite the books that describe the woman’s task of having to
swallow several times to cope with discharge her man has made, the
result isn’t ever much more than a teaspoon of little wriggly things.
Beryl loves to prove her love for me by coming back up the bed, my
sperm still in their death-throes trying unsuccessfully to find the
entrance to her cervix but dying in their thousands as they encounter
the mouth’s acids. Then, opening wide to display her catch before
sending the survivors to their ultimate death, she swallows, a smile
on her face.
It is about that time, that I give her a lovingly wet kiss and
taste some of my residue.
I cuddled her to me, her face resting on my shoulder, her free
hand, covering my now docile tool as though protecting the lifeless
appendage.
Chapter Three
“Do you want to know why my boner was so strong this
evening?”
“Because you wanted a fuck?” She asked impishly.
“No, well, yes, but there was a far more pressing reason.”
“What?” She demanded, shaking the bit of jelly between her
fingers.
“I was watching you and Jacquie…”
“You do want to bonk her, don’t you, you bastard?” She
sniggered wickedly.
“No I don’t,” I disagreed strenuously then relented. “Well,
maybe, she has great tits but…”
“It’s not the tits you fuck, Rod,” she reminded me. “It’s her
pussy, baby and you never got a look at that did you, poor baby?”
She consoled me sarcastically.
“Well if she has great tits, most other things are usually in
good order too, don’t you think?” I shot back. “Just like you, sweet
buns. Nice tits, nice bum, great cunt and fantastic sucking lips.”
“Flatterer,” she purred.
“Actually, what sent the blood racing to one part of my
anatomy wasn’t what she was showing at all, so there. What
surprised me was the way she was looking at you. She’s in love
youth you, Beryl, baby.”
Now this did get the reaction I wanted; absolute shock. She
sat up straight, looking into space, not a word of objection for a long
moment then her gaze fell back to my face.
“She’s not,” she said, more like a question than a statement.
“She’s my friend, not my lover. She’d never…”
“Didn’t you see the way she was sitting so close, the way her
hands touched you when you were talking, but most of all, the way
her eyes adored you the whole time. Yep, she’s fallen for you, no
doubt about it. That’s what gave me that roaring boner. All I could
imagine was the two of you at it with all the love only two women
can give each other. I can understand the love of a woman for
another, can’t you? Men make me sick thinking about what they do
together with their cocks but women really know about their own
kind. I want to watch, Beryl baby.”
Now that opened her eyes; wide in surprise. Or was that
shock.
“Whaaat?” She gasped. What did you say?”
“I want to watch. I want to watch you and Jacquie make love
together,” I explained, my heart beating as fast as it ever has. I was
on the brink of divorce or paradise.
“You’re joking, aren’t you, you bastard?” She responded,
slapping my chest lightly in disgust.
“I’m not jealous, Beryl. In fact I think it would be wonderful
for you both. But you are my wife so you must love me too, just
remember that. Jealousy begins when there are secrets so there can’t
be any secrets. It’s got to be all out in the open. Your love for Jacquie
because I’m sure there is love there. You’ve been friends for so long,
how could there not be love. Then there’s your love for me and mine
for you. We’d become a triangle of love, sometimes singly,
sometimes together. Imagine that, babe. Three people bound together
with a love that stems from years before. There is no way I could be
jealous of that, honey.”
She looked at me for a long while, her eyes flicking across my
face trying to discover the truth that I am having her on. But she
never saw anything to say I was other than very serious.
“Rod, you surely can’t believe I would just up and have sex
with Jacquie. It’s crazy. We’re friends, not lesbians. Something has
set you off on this crazy scheme and it must be more than Jacquie’s
tits. You know I would never…”
I had to cut her off if I was to win this fight of willpowers.
“Look, the woman has been on her own for over five years
since her husband died. As far as we know there hasn’t been any
man in her life since then; she has to be so lonely, I mean so deep
down lonely, it’s close to cruelty. But she has you. Think how often
you are together, most time at her instigation. I’ve seen how close
she gets to you, the way she holds your hand or arm; she even puts
her arm around your waist. She does, not you. Think about it, babe.
A friend’s a friend but there is always distance between friends.
Where did she kiss you when she left this evening?”
“She… She kissed me… Well, she did kiss me on the lips but
it was just on the edge,” she argued. “She can’t be in love with me,
Rod. She can’t. She’s just my friend.”
“She’s more than that, babe, and you have to do something
about it, don’t you?”
“No… I mean, well maybe but… Oh, this is crazy,” she
whined, her face white with shock.
“You have to do something about it, babe. We have to
something, don’t we?”
“I think I’m going mad,” she wailed, looking to me as though
for guidance. “How can I ever make love to another woman, Rod?
It’s ludicrous.”
“I think now is the time for me to make one or two things
clear, my love. You’re my wife so you do as I say. Is that clear?”
“What did you say?” She asked in an incredulous voice.
“I said, obey me, wife. If you don’t I’ll tear the skin of your
arse until it bleeds. Believe me, Beryl, I’m serious about this. Jacquie
loves you, I’m sure of that and in time you will learn to love her too.
You will become lovers and both of you will make love in my
presence. She will learn too. Refuse and I will teach you to obey, I
promise you.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she shrieked loud enough for the whole
neighbourhood to hear.
I had been lightly stroking the nearest tit for some time and it
gave me the idea. I took the nipple and squeezed, very hard,
squashing the rubbery point until there was little left between my
fingers. The shriek of pain assured me it came as an utter shock. Her
loving husband had hurt her real bad.
“Will you obey your husband, Beryl?”
She made little sense, weeping pitifully as though all her days
had suddenly disintegrated. “That bloody well hurt, Rod. How could
you?”
“If you’d only agreed to obey, you would have experienced
the exact opposite, my dear wife. I think the time has come to be very
serious. I want your promise of obedience in every way; absolutely
and instantly. Do you promise, Beryl? Don’t let’s squabble about this
because I will win. Just accept the fact and we can stop all the
arguments.”
“We never argued,” she stated huffily.
“We are now, aren’t we, all because you’ve got some silly
notion into your head that I won’t do the right thing by you. Isn’t that
the real problem here?”
“But you want me to have sex with someone else; with
Jacquie, no less.”
“You’ll soon understand that could become very pleasant
indeed. You’ve never felt the tender touch of another woman but I
know you’ve wondered what it would be like. I’ll bet it’s something
you’ve even talked about with Jacquie when you were together
sometime.”
“How did you know…? Oh, God, how could you know that?
Did she say something? Did she? I can’t believe she would ever…”
“She hasn’t said a word but knowing you women, I’d have bet
dollars that you would have giggled over the thought sometime or
other. What did she think? Was it her suggestion?”
“I… I guess so but she never asked me to try. It was just part
of the conversation after some movie we saw.”
“Aren’t you even a little curious?”
“No… Well, maybe. I suppose so but I could never actually
ask her. Rod, I’d feel ridiculous.”
“I think you’d feel excited rather than ridiculous. Anyway it
mightn’t happen for a long while. Who knows?”
“Do you want to touch her yourself?”
“I love you with everything I have, baby, never forget that.
But when she finally comes to join out family, of course I’d touch
her, just as I touch you now and still will. I’ll fuck you silly, both of
you and you will both perform for me so I can raise a hard-on when
it’s needed. It won’t be easy keeping two women happy even when
you have each other to pleasure. My sperms will go only so far you
know.”
She looked at me seriously then sniggered. “We’d drain you
dry. Your cock will get so soft it mightn’t even rise up again.”
Oh, God, she’s come around already and all it took was one
good squeeze of a tit. There’s still a lot to do though. Now I have to
work on Jacquie and that won’t be so easy. There’s lot’s to think
about. But I smiled with satisfaction as I ran my hand down her
stomach and slid a finger into her slit. “One more for a good girl,” I
whispered as she laid back, her legs spreading apart.
The floppy disk Giselle had given me resurfaced in my mind
but I knew there was no way I could leave my dear wife’s side
tonight.
Chapter Four
My cock was rock hard as I slipped the disk into drive A. Ah,
she’s a smart little cookie. Double zipped files so you couldn’t see
the names of any file. Damn, it needs a password. What was it we
had agreed on? Oh, shit, I couldn’t remember. Think man, think.
What were we talking about when she agreed? Shit, her periods.
Mrs. Lewis. Ah, yes, mrslewis, that’s it. Oh, God, it works.
I extracted the 2nd file after typing in the password. There
were two text files, one fairly short called “ReadMeFirst” and the
other, quite a long one called “Issue 1”.
Dear Uncle Rod,
I’m sorry I didn’t do what we agreed to. I did
start writing a diary of things but when I went to send
it I got frightened about what would happen if
someone found it. Also I was embarrassed about some
of the things. I mean they are so personal.
When Mom told me we were coming to your
place for dinner I nearly freaked out. I knew you
would ask me why I hadn’t sent anything and I thought
you might be angry or say something in front of Mom
so I was chicken scared. Can you understand that,
Uncle Rob?
Well I thought about it for quite a while and
decided that if you didn’t dob me in during the evening
I would give you this. I guess we can call it a first
instalment. So as you’re reading it now, you will
realise I’ve decided to trust you because you did
nothing that gave me away.
Can you understand how I feel? I’m a teenager
writing about my most secret things and giving it to
you, a man old enough to be my grandfather (no
offence intended). If anyone found out I would die
from shame, really I would. Yet it makes me more
excited than I can ever remember. Please do
something soon to show me you not only understand
why I have been so long in doing this but also to tell
me you like what I have done. If you were one of the
boys at school you’ll probably blab it out to everyone
but I don’t think you are anything like those stupid
shits! (Oops, sorry)
If you want to keep doing this, then now it is
your turn to tell me everything – I know men get real
sexy when they think about girls so I guess you might
be that way right now. Tell me how you feel.
Love,
G.”
Oh, God the little vixen is a sexy little devil. My cock was
leaking profusely and I double clicked the file named Issue 1.
Young Girl’s Secret Diary
March 21
I couldn’t believe I told Uncle Rod about Mrs.
Lewis. I mean I don’t even talk about that time of the
month with my girlfriends. And then I even asked him
to tell me about what he does with Aunt Beryl. Gosh,
my face is still burning with embarrassment but I’m so
excited I’ve already got that special tickle between my
legs. I know exactly what I’ll do when I get into bed
tonight.
Well he knows I get periods so why not tell him
the details?
It came when I was twelve. I shrieked when I
saw my sheets the first morning. It was such a mess
and scary. I guess I was happy for Mom to show me
how to wear a pad but if she tried now, I’d die. So, I
wear Kotex pads that Mom buys but secretly slips into
my drawer each month. She never asks about my
periods now because a couple of years ago the doctor
gave me pills to take that keep me VERY regular. I can
predict almost to the hour when the next one will start.
Shit, she’s even on the Pill and probably doesn’t know she is,
I sighed with no end of excitement. Not that I’d planned to get near
enough to fuck her but the knowledge did wonders for my cock. The
old boy was a raging lion right now and I thought I might have to go
and rumble Beryl in the kitchen. That’d shock her. He, he.
The whole cycle is exactly 28 days, and starts
about lunchtime on the second day I start the strip of
fawn pills. There are seven of those and I stop needing
a pad in the evening of the 7th day. Then I start taking
the 21 red coloured pills. As long as I take one each
evening as I go to bed, I can be sure these times will
be exactly right every month.
The pads get very messy in the first few days
and I change them 4 times a day. As soon as I take a
pee in the morning; at lunchtime in the girl’s toilets (of
course it would be the girl’s – why did I even say
that?), then when I get home from school and then
after my shower; that’s when I put on the heavy duty
one for overnight. That’s the one that’s really messy in
the mornings. It’s really stained and sometimes even
comes through the other side and messes my panties. I
never want to look but I always do; it seems to
fascinate my crazy brain, I guess. As usual, I slip my
panties down and sit on the loo, holding the pad so it
doesn’t fall into the water. Then I bring it up and look.
God, what a mess it is; real dark red blood stains and
a few bits of thick stuff too in the first couple of days.
Mom keeps a bunch of sanitary bags in the
toilet and we both put our used ones in those then
throw them into the rubbish bin. Actually Mom wears
Tampax things. They go right up inside her… can I
say, cunt? Actually I call it my pussy. That’s what
Mom called it when I was little. Oh, yes, I’ve never
seen Mom put one in, her Tampax that is, but I’ve
sneaked into her room and read the packet. The
dangly string is weird.
So, Uncle Rod, if you ever get to read this, yes I
do have monthly periods but wish I didn’t have to. At
least it means I’m not pregnant, doesn’t it?
From what some of my girl friends at school
say (you notice I call them girl (space) friends, not
girlfriends, ‘cos I don’t want you thinking I do sex
things with them, understand? I’m not a lesbian. Well
some of my friends who go out with boys say they want
to do weird things all the time including looking under
their skirts when they have their periods. They reckon
they’re smarter than they look because the boys soon
learn when the girls have their monthlies. If they
refuse the boys sex or even getting felt up, they know
the girl is “on the rag” as one girl says her boyfriend
calls it. Yuk! No wonder I don’t go out with boys.
You wanted to know what naughty things I did
when I was alone in my bedroom. You see, all men are
the same. They want a girl to have no secrets at all.
Well, Uncle Rod, I want to keep some of the mystique
in reserve. My boyfriend, whenever I decide to finally
have one, won’t be allowed to put his hands under my
clothes for a long, long time after we start going out. I
know a lot more about what boys (and men, I guess)
want to do than my ‘innocence’ shows. Do you think I
look innocent?
Well I am in many ways. For instance, I don’t
know much about having sex or how to please boy’s
that way. That’s why I asked you about what you and
Aunt Beryl do in bed. But my friends do talk about
what boys try to do with them. So I’m just guessing
that if you had your way with me, just dream on, you’d
probably want me to be a docile little girl and let you
rub your hands all over me under my clothes. I think
about that sometimes and it sends shivers up and down
my back.
I have one close friend who I promised I’d
never tell her secrets to anyone, who lets this man, not
her father but some older man, do things to her. We’re
really good friends and she tells me to shock me so I
pretend I’m shocked but all the time I’m sizzling with
excitement.
Oh, shit, if I don’t stop now I’ll shoot my load right in my
pants, I groaned, turning off the computer. It took me several minutes
of holding my pants away from my cock before I could settle down.
I walked into the kitchen and found her standing at the sink,
finishing off the dishes.
“Don’t you dare move, Beryl, I mean it,” I hissed as I came up
behind her and grabbed her about the waist.
“What on earth…” she giggled but remained still.
I quickly dropped my pants and pressed my erection against
her clothed bum.
“Oh, my God, after what you did last night and now you want
more,” she gasped then gave a little giggle. “You are a horny old
bastard, aren’t you? What brought this on? Have you been thinking
about Jacquie and me again? I’d hoped you’d finished with that little
fantasy once I’d sucked you dry. What is it this time?”
“This time, it’s dirty,” I hissed into her ear, my hands roaming
all over her tits, squeezing them mercilessly. “In the Sitting Room,
naked and kneeling on the armchair, now,” I barked. Man I was
really worked up. “When it’s over, suck me clean without another
word.”
She looked around, gave my face a quick once over to make
sure I was deadly serious then made her way to the other room. She
always hated this and that made it all the more arousing. Power over
a woman is an incredible aphrodisiac and my cock stood to attention,
drooling copiously.
She undressed with her back to me. God how could she still
be shy of being naked in front of me? Thirty years of marriage and
she still strives for modesty. But she was naked soon enough and
automatically kneeled up on each of the arms, her face resting on her
hands as she held onto the back of the seat.
It was quite an erotic pose. Her knees well spread left her slit
open and her anus available.
“Not too hard, please, Rod,” she pleaded. That brought back
images of a time before when I had pushed deep inside her with one
dry thrust. It hurt my cock no end but made her squeal shrilly from
the pain that invaded her tight, unlubricated tunnel. One learns from
one’s mistakes and I was already spreading KY over the full length
my cock. When she felt the coldness as I eased some over her bum-
hole and inside, she stopped her complaining and even opened
herself for my intrusion.
There’s something about anal sex. For her, it was the dread of
pain with little gratification; for me, it is the tightest fuck and despite
my personal thoughts that I was an ace lover as far as holding off
ejaculation goes, anal sex makes me shoot much quicker than any
other sex we have. The fact that she plays the game and clenches her
muscles as hard as she can against my intrusion once I’ve penetrated
the outer ring, makes my pleasure all the more intense despite the
lack of longevity.
So I take her breasts in my hands, squeezing them tight as I
thrust back and forth, spewing filth into her ears as I gasp out words
and thoughts from some distant planet as it were. All she wants is to
feel my climax brewing so she can be rid of me. I know that and she
knows I know what she does. It’s not even a game. All we both want
is for it to be over as quickly as possible; me, for the fulfilment, she
for the intrusion to be gone as soon as I’m done.
Damn, it feels good as my load spurts. I release her mauled
breasts and she leans upwards, massaging them to take the hurt
away. Then my semi-limp manhood flops out and she squeezes her
hole closed. We both know she will hold my little wrigglers deep
inside until her next bowel movement.
“Sorry, babe,” I told her as I pull her off the arms and flop into
the chair holding her tight but gently, kissing the tears away from her
cheeks. “I just needed to do that.”
She lifted her face and looked deeply into my eyes. “You want
to tell me what brought that on? It’s been a long while since you did
that,” she stated flatly.
“The thought of two females,” I said looking straight back
into her eyes. It was a lie, of course. It was because of the secrets of a
fifteen year old but now was not the time to admit to that.
She buried her face into my neck and I could feel her weeping
silently. I remained still until her body relaxed and she was done with
her grieving, for that is what it was. She is grieving at the thought of
having to have sex with her friend Jacquie. Of course, Jacquie knew
nothing of this yet; that was just another task I had to complete but as
far as Beryl was concerned, Jacquie was in love with her and wanted
to have sex with her. To make matters worse, her own husband was
pushing her to agree as well.
“When it happens, it won’t be as bad as you think, babe, I
promise it won’t.”
I cuddled her for a long while until she drifted off to sleep.
She never moved as I disentangled myself and returned to the
computer. Giselle’s message still had drawing power despite my
recent ejaculation. On the way back, I realised she hadn’t sucked me
clean as I demanded she should do. It was just one of those things
lost in the aftermath of a whirlwind of thoughts and I couldn’t hold
her liable for punishment for that small omission. Well I might later
but right now a quick wash down in bathroom was all that was
needed.
Chapter Five
Damn, why does this stupid bloody machine take so long to
fire up, I cursed impatiently.
She says he never has actual sex with her. All
she does is stand in front of him and slowly take all
her clothes off. Sometimes he makes her touch herself,
stroke her boobs and that, but he just looks at her
while she’s naked. She has to turn around several
times and then gets dressed again. It makes me jealous
sometimes because after that he gives her twenty
dollars and she goes home.
I’d like to get twenty dollars for that but I don’t
think I could get undressed in front of anyone, not
even Mom.
Do stories like that make you… you know, get
hard? That’s what men do, isn’t it? When they think of
sex things they get hard down there between their
legs? I’ve often wondered what their thing looks like
when it’s swollen up. I’ve seen pictures in SexEd but
it’s a bit hard to imagine the real thing. Oh, am I
being too dirty minded saying things like this? No,
from what we’re told, men like to hear girls talking
like this. Do you? Am I being too naughty? Please tell
me.
I guess the last thing you want to know about is
what I do when I go to bed. That’s what you asked,
isn’t it? I know you mean sex things. I couldn’t
imagine you wanted to know how I clean my teeth or
what I wear to bed. Well, I do wear nighties with no
panties while I don’t have my periods. Does the
thought of that make you…? And I do stroke myself,
quite often, I think. It’s really soothing when I stroke
my breasts. It isn’t long before they get all hard and
tight and then when I flick them with my fingers they
send little tickles down between my legs to my pussy.
That’s when it feels the best. Sometimes I rub
my pussy for a while but the most soothing is when I
stroke my boobs. It makes me sleepy so quickly and it
is very nice. I sleep like a baby after that. I suppose
you’d like to stroke them for me, wouldn’t you? You
can’t, of course. I’m only fifteen and my SexEd teacher
says that men who try go to jail for a long time. I have
to be sixteen, don’t I? Well, that’s a long way off yet, a
whole year almost. Sorry. Not that I could ever
imagine you doing it but I guess you’ll dream about it
now and I guess I will too.
If this is what you want to hear? I don’t know
what I can write about next time because I think I’ve
said all I can think of. If you want me to tell you
anything else it needs two things. The first is I want
you to tell me what you promised. And then you’ll
have to tell me what else you want me to write about.
Oh, this does make my pussy tingle and I’m not
even touching my boobs or between my legs. It’s
weird.
Bye now.
Oh, shit the little bitch has set my cock off again. I have a wet
patch the size of a golf ball already. I couldn’t believe a youngster
could write something so erotic. As I read the letter through again, it
struck me; she’s never experienced an orgasm. If her playing
produces only a good sleep, she has much to learn.
Do I want to explain a few facts of life now or wait until she’s
legally available? Damn, I want her now but I know I wouldn’t dare
even try. Then the thought of her mother rose to the fore, timed
perfectly with the tightening of my erection. Amazing.
Well, I’ve sown the seeds of thought in Beryl’s mind and was
sure that it wouldn’t take much more to have her accept the fact that
Jacquie had the hots for her. Now all I had to do now was the
impossible; the trick was how? How could I get a woman who wasn’t
an intimate acquaintance to accept the fact that her closest female
friend was in love with her? And another bright idea entered my
mind as if there was a filthy-minded computer churning away inside
my skull.
I’d try the same trick I used on Giselle. I’d meet her by
surprise and… And what? Just come out and say it? “Beryl wants to
suck your pussy?” Shit, she’d run a mile. Then she’d break up with
Beryl and I’d get it from both sides.
But an innocent meeting was a start.
Chapter Six
It was raining and I knew Jacquie always did her shopping on
a Monday morning as soon as she had taken Giselle to school, no
matter what. So at 9 o’clock, there I sat watching the supermarket
entrance, waiting for her appearance.
Despite the wet she had walked from the school which meant
she’d have to catch the bus home giving me the ideal chance. Then
she appeared and I stayed in the car, parking close to the entrance to
make sure I never missed her on the way out. It was so easy; I could
even see the line of cashiers through the windows and saw her line
up and eventually get served. Timing my entrance just right, I
‘bumped’ into her as she came out, lugging a heap of supermarket
bags and trying to juggle an umbrella at the same time.
“Jacquie,” I said in surprise. “Fancy bumping into you like
this. Quite a heap of bags there; can I help you to your car?”
“Oh, hello, Rod. Uhm, I don’t have my car. I’m just off to the
bus shelter,” she mumbled, weighed down with her load. “Silly of
me; I should have brought the car but I decided to walk Giselle to
school in the rain. I forgot about the shopping until too late.”
“Oh, that’s alright, I’ll drive you home,” I told her with a
smile.
“N… No, I can’t ask you to do that. I’ll be alright, really I
will.”
“And you’ll get soaked and all,” I reminded her. “Quite a
walk at the other end too; you’ll catch your death,” I added. “Come
on, I’ll be happy to drive you. It isn’t far out of my way.”
I could see the relief on her face as she finally agreed, quite
happily I was sure.
Once we moved off I asked her how she had been and she
blushed. “Oh, alright, I suppose,” and then her words seemed to
catch in her throat.
I looked at her and saw she was in fact quite upset. “What is
it, Jacquie? Something’s bothering you, I know it is.”
She mumbled some nonsense and I could see she didn’t want
to go on with the conversation which made me all the more excited.
Is she so vulnerable she might even give in straight away? No, don’t
try anything just yet, you fool, I told myself. So I pressed her for
more details but found we had arrived at her house.
“Come on, old girl, I’ll help you in with these,” I said
encouragingly. She objected of course but I wouldn’t have any of
that and soon found myself inside, helping her unpack the groceries.
She quickly snatched a packet of Kotex, obviously Giselle’s, and
some underwear in a bright pink packet and stored then under the
counter where they of course weren’t meant to go.
“I think you need a nice hot cup of coffee,” I told her,
switching the machine on, then returned to our earlier discussion.
“Now do you want to tell me what the real problem is, Jacquie?
Something’s bothering you, I know it is.”
“It’s… Well, it’s personal, Rod. I can’t talk about it to you.”
“Nonsense, of course you can. I thought we were your closest
friends, now out with it. You know I won’t talk to anyone else.
What’s the matter, babe?”
I’d never called her by that name before and saw her glance at
me then quickly away again.
She remained silent and still for quite a while, a pregnant
pause as it were. Actually for a moment I thought she was going to
tell me she was pregnant; now that would spoil all my plans.
“It… It isn’t easy being a single mother. It’s very lonely. I’m
very lonely,” she confided as the tears flowed down her cheeks.
“But you have your beautiful children,” I empathized.
“Children are one thing, Rod, a companion is another. I miss
having a man by my side; someone to talk to, intimately; someone to
love. And I miss someone to make love to,” she admitted as her sobs
became louder and the rivers of tears stained her dress. “Oh, this is
silly,” she wailed. “Here I am divulging private thoughts to my best
friend’s husband. I’m sorry, Rod, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
She leaned against the kitchen bench, holding a handkerchief to her
eyes as her body shook uncontrollably. I seized my chance.
“Come here, girl. Let it all out,” I said as I stood before her
and took her in my arms, holding her face against mine and cuddled
her to me. She surely let it out as her emotions overflowed. I felt her
tears flow down the valley between our faces and stroked her back,
feeling the strap of her bra as my hand moved back and forth over it.
She made no move to back away even after her crying had ceased. In
fact, when her arms reached around my back I thought she was about
to hug me herself but it was more a relief reaction than anything
intimate.
“Want to sit down for a bit?” I asked. I felt her face nod in
agreement so I led her to a sofa then without a word, poured the
coffees and returned to sit beside her. She never moved a muscle,
staring at a spot on the floor in front of her.
“You must think I’m dense,” she sighed after a time. “I’m
sorry, Rod, I didn’t mean…”
“You don’t have to apologize for anything, Jacquie,” I
interrupted. “In fact there’s nothing better than a really good cry to
heal a hurt. At least you can talk about it. Many can’t, you know.”
“Don’t tell Beryl, Rod. I’ve never told her anything about this
and she might think I was… Well, she might think I was trying to
steal you…”
“I promised I wouldn’t tell anybody and I won’t but I assure
you, she would never think that of you. In fact she told me something
the other night after you left and I wonder whether that might have
caused you to…”
“You mean about making love after we left? She did…”
“Oh, yes, she did tell me about that but I think that was just
two women sniggering naughty thoughts together. Was it that,
Jacquie? Did seeing me bring back memories of what Beryl told you,
about us making love after you left?”
“As soon as I saw you, my mind… Well it is private and it’s a
little embarrassing talking like this now,” she admitted.
“People do make love, Jacquie, and yes we did after you left
but it was something else she said, something good about you that I
can’t tell you now. But I think she will talk to you soon.”
“What?” She asked, her face blushing furiously.
“No, I really can’t say just yet. But I will if Beryl doesn’t say
something to you soon.”
“You’re just teasing, aren’t you?” she said with a giggle.
“It will either shock your pants off you, oops, excuse the
expression,” I added slyly, “or it will excite you no end.”
“Oh, you can’t leave me not knowing. What is it?” Female
inquisitiveness was working at its best.
“Let’s get back to what we were talking about, Jacquie,” I
said obviously changing the subject. “How long has it been since
Alec died? Five years?”
Her face became grave. “Yes, nearly six. I do miss him, Rod.”
“You’ve had no man in your life since then?”
“No, of course not…,” she snapped then realised how it had
sounded. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean that. No, there’s been no-one
since then.”
“So all a woman’s needs for companionship and love and
sexual release have been bottled up all that time?” This was the
cruncher. If she freaked out, I would lose her forever.
She didn’t freak out. She just sat there looking into my face.
Was she weighing up the consequences of such a discussion? Was
she working out how to kick me out of her house? Was she deciding
how to break her long term friendship with my wife?
“I can’t believe I’m talking to you like this,” she finally
admitted, turning her face away but continuing to talk. “Yes, that’s
what’s missing in my life; someone to make love to; someone to
pleasure me until I cry out in passion. The way it was when Alec was
alive. There’s been no-one, just no-one.”
“Jacquie, I don’t want to…”
“I wasn’t asking you to…” she interrupted.
“No, I didn’t mean that. What I meant was that what I’m
about to say isn’t a line to have sex with you. I want you to
understand that. But I do have a reputation, well from Beryl anyway,
of doing a fantastic massage. It’s very intimate and she does
experience that ultimate fulfilment, if you know what I mean. But it
can be one way only as I’m sure you would desire…”
“I… I don’t understand,” she said, her face full of questioning
looks.
“I’m offering to give you such a massage, Jacquie, without
any sexual demands from me. As I said it is intimate. It would
require your full body exposure but it would be only for your release,
not mine. Think about it for a moment. It would be between just us,
no-one else, not even Beryl. I haven’t even spoken to her about it. In
fact until this morning I never realised…”
“Do you mean you would give me a body massage that would
include an… Oh, this is personal, isn’t it? You mean you would use
your hands to masturbate me to an org… a climax?”
I let the question hang in the air for several moments.
“Only if you want to, Jacquie. When it’s over I will leave. If
you think it’s too much then say so. It won’t offend if you refuse, I
promise. And I do promise there will be no strings attached.”
“When?”
“Whenever you want. During the day of course, not when the
children are home. I’d hate to think what Giselle would say if she
knew?” This made her giggle. It was a conspiratorial giggle.
“You want me naked? Completely naked? Everything?”
“The works, it’s the only way.”
“What if Beryl found out? She’d hate me. She’d accuse me of
trying to steal you away and I couldn’t bear that.”
“One day soon, you might be very surprised what she may do
but it wouldn’t be anything that would hurt you, your family or me.
Beryl would be fine but I don’t intend to tell her specifically.”
“You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you, Rod?”
“That is an absolute promise, babe,” I assured her.
“So I’m assuming you would use your hands to…”
“Don’t assume anything, woman, except that it wouldn’t be
my penis. Big Boy down there will be tucked safely away from sight
and touch; well he will probably embarrass me by making his
presence evident but he will be an untouchable throughout the
session. Anything else is within the rules.”
“Oh, Rod,” you are terrible,” she sniggered, her face beaming
with anticipation.
“Oh, there is one other thing that I demand of Beryl when
she’s to receive my personal attentions.” The look on her face was
incredible. I could picture her mind going into overdrive. What will I
demand in payment? Will she have to repay me somehow? There
could be a thousand questions worrying her right now and it made
me laugh aloud. “I said there would be no strings, remember? But I
must insist on one thing?”
“What do you want?” She accused almost seething.
“No hair.”
“What?” she asked blankly.
“I don’t like nuzzling curly hairs. It all has to go. I want it as
smooth as a pre-teen. And no shaving; I don’t like whiskers either.
So it’s off to the pharmacy for some depilatory crème, understood?
Don’t use it until the morning of our assignation.”
It took her a while to digest the connotations and as they
became clear the blush grew stronger. It was wonderful.
“I… I’ve never done that before,” she conceded.
“That’s what all the young girl’s say, isn’t it?” I asked with a
wry smile.
She smiled back and dropped her gaze as she quipped, “Well,
I’m no virgin, that’s for sure.”
“You will be to me, young lady.”
“I feel like I did on my wedding night,” she confessed then
added, “Oh, God, I do hope Alec can’t see me now.”
“If he can, he’d be happy for you.”
“I hope so,” she said looking upwards for a moment. “Alright,
when will you come?”
And the pact had been made. We’d decided on the time and I
gave her instructions on how she was to be when I arrived. I do
believe she took a glance at my groin as she stood to see me to the
door.
We stood on her veranda in full view of her neighbours as she
reached up and pecked me on the cheek. “That’s for their benefit,”
she told me. “Thanks Rod. I do believe you’re a dirty old man but a
good dirty old man. See you in two days.”
Dirty old man? Of course I was; a dirty, dirty old man and
much worse than she could ever suspect but we’d have to take that
step by step.
Chapter Seven
I sat at my computer that afternoon, still hard from the
morning’s discussion with Jacquie, and began to type my reply to my
favourite teenager.
Well, my secret correspondent, you certainly
write a wonderfully exciting diary indeed. I was most
impressed that someone so young could write such
exciting words. Do you see how I’ve used the word
exciting so often because that’s what you have done to
me, excited me no end. Yes, you are a naughty girl,
very naughty indeed. You have caused an old man to
have several heart attacks as he read what you sent
me. If I had died, I would have died a happy man and
certain parts of my anatomy thank you profusely.
Now naughty girls usually get punished for
their naughtiness and if you were under my care you
would be punished most severely. So severely that your
face would blush with embarrassment; now that is
something for you to think about, isn’t it? In another
year when you turn that special age, you will certainly
be made to visit me and receive your full punishment. I
do look forward to that time. I just hope my poor heart
holds out long enough but I suspect if your write to me
again it may be just too late. Time will tell.
I promised I would tell you about private
matters and I will. Suffice to say, these matters took
place directly after I read your diary right through.
Here, I began a detailed account of the massage I gave to
Beryl and her subsequent pleasuring she gave to me via her
wonderful lips and tongue. I left nothing out; not even the ejaculation
and subsequent swallowing and wished I could have been there
when she read the story.
I would dearly have liked to sit beside you to
watch your reaction as you read this story. You may
know about these things but I suspect some of what we
did may be new to you and even a little upsetting.
Please tell me what you think about what I told you.
Do you understand the things we did? Can you
imagine how wonderful we find the pleasure of sex?
Did you know about the things we did before this? Can
you imagine yourself doing things like this when you
are a little older? I will answer any questions you ask,
I promise that.
Now you asked me some questions. I found your
story about your girl (space) friend very exciting
indeed. I would like some young lady to do for me,
exactly what she did for the man. From what you said,
you realise that older men indeed become very excited
about the thought of seeing young girls getting
undressed while they watch. Unfortunately, I have
never been so lucky but still dream of the possibility. It
also helps me to get ready when my wife and I have
sex together, to think of something like that.
Has your friend ever let him touch her? Does
she do other things for him or touch him with her
hands? Have you ever asked your friend to let you
come along to watch or to do the same as she does? If
you haven’t asked her, why haven’t you? Maybe if you
go together, I could join the man so to share the
sights. Nah, he’d probably want you both for himself.
Now I have another question for you. You spoke
about girl (space) friends and girlfriends and stated
unequivocally that you were NOT a lesbian. Do you
really know what lesbians do? Surely you’ve
wondered what it would feel like to have one of your
friends be your lover, at least in your very private
thoughts. If you had the chance and was sure you
would never be found out, wouldn’t you like to do it at
least once, to hold another girl in your arms, kiss her
and stroke her body while she does the same to you?
Tell the truth now. Girls are so soft and loving and
they know much better than any boy, how to please
another, don’t you think?
Has that shocked you?
Now I have another question. You told me how
you stroked your breasts and vagina to help you to fall
asleep. Do you know what an orgasm is? An orgasm
in girls, I mean. You probably know what happens
when a boy has his orgasm – if not, ask me and I’ll
explain it. But girls have them too in a different sort of
way and from what you told me, I don’t think you’ve
ever experienced the mind-blowing exquisiteness of
one. I know how my wife shrieks at the top of her voice
as she enjoys hers and most women do the same. Can
you describe your experiences of stroking your private
parts in more detail?
Oh, how I’d enjoy showing you all the
pleasures you can enjoy.
Well, we’ve talked so much, haven’t we? I do
look forward to more of your stories but please don’t
wait so long for the next one.
From your favourite Uncle.
I double zipped the password protected file and sent it via an
anonymous hotmail address, praying that no-one ever discovers our
little secret.
Then I slipped into bed and cradled my wife, pressing my
erection between her bent thighs and went to sleep without reaching
a climax. I do believe she breathed a sigh of relief before I dozed off.
Chapter Eight
My instructions had been very explicit. She was to watch for
my arrival and as the car stopped, she would unlock her door and
place herself as I told her.
I pushed & the door and it rolled open. I entered and relocked
it. There was a feint sound of soft music and a hint of perfume. The
sitting room was bathed in low light, the dining table centred in the
room; a woman lay face down on a pillow, her eyes closed, her arms
spread at ninety degrees to her torso, her feet about a foot apart. Soft
soothing music filtered to my ears, the perfume more pronounced
and quite acceptable. A towel covered her bottom cheeks but nothing
else. Beside her were several jars of what I knew to be massage oils
and moisturizers. No word was spoken.
She had carried out my instructions perfectly.
I removed my jacket and shoes. I would be a long time
standing. She had no idea that I’d started a video camera to record
her every reaction. It sat in the darkness, its record light blackened by
tape.
I took a few drops of massage oil from one of the jars and
rubbed my hands together, silently, near to her nose. She couldn’t
have helped but notice the scents.
I began with her arms, rubbing softly and gently along the full
length of each, squeezing lightly against the muscles of her upper
arms, stroking the tips of my fingers into her armpits before returning
down again. I was happy to notice there was no underarm hair, nor
any sign of bristles. She had depilated perfectly. My cock rose at the
thought of discovering her vulva in due course.
Several times I changed sides to massage each arm, pressing
fingers into her neck muscles which brought a groan of pleasure each
time, just as one does when someone stands behind you and gives
you a short neck massage. Then I began to attack her back muscles,
all the way down to the start of her bottom crease.
Anything I knew about massage was learnt from years of
giving to and receiving from my wife. We both enjoyed the
intimacies and knew the end result would be satisfying climaxes. In
this case, only one of us would feel satisfaction.
For a woman in her mid-thirties I’d guessed, she was in
excellent shape. Her muscle tone was firm and taut, her skin soft and
milk white. I dreamed of the moment when she turned over to
display her everything to my gaze. I knew I wouldn’t be
disappointed.
It didn’t need an Einstein to realise she was enjoying my
ministrations for her gasps of pleasure bounded across the room. My
cock of course was hard but kept in check within my underwear. If
he was to be satisfied it wouldn’t be at her hands, not today at least.
From her back, I moved down to her legs. The towel remained
her only covering, just across her buttocks. I was interested in her
reaction when I removed it shortly. First I massaged each toe
individually then the soles of her feet. Damn, I wished our positions
were reversed but I knew that one day they would be. By then, if I
was successful, I would be ministered to by two women, maybe even
three. Oh, shit stop thinking dirty thoughts before you shoot your
load, I berated myself.
Then once I’d manipulated her calf muscles, I pressed
onwards up the thighs, making sure my hands slipped deep down
between her legs and along her inner thighs as they moved ever
upwards towards one certain goal. She was whimpering now, softly
and her legs shivered with every move upwards, slowly spreading as
my hands became more insistent.
My thumbs were now pressing deep into her buttocks with
each sweep upwards, my fingers almost but not quite scraping
against her pussy. She desperately wanted to feel my touch there. Her
whimperings became pleadings but as the sounds became louder, I
lifted my hands off her altogether and in her ear whispered, “I told
you, no sounds. If you start again, I’ll mark your bottom with a dozen
belt marks.”
The sounds ceased but she tried desperately to press her slit
against my fingers. She wouldn’t succeed until I was ready, that was
for sure.
Then it was time to unveil the mounds. Oh, God, I sighed
silently as I pulled one end of the folded towel slowly over her
buttocks and let it fall to the floor.
Her body stiffened, waiting for what I might do. This was
probably the first time she had displayed these magnificent globes
since her husband passed on.
“Quite a sight, Jacquie,” I told her as my hands moulded then
caressed the mounds. It was still a massage of sorts but much more
intimate as my thumbs delved deep along her bottom crack, nudging
her anus time and time again. As one thumb passed, going
downwards, the other rose and sent shivers to her brain. I knew that
because her sighs of pleasure rose in time with each touch.
I pressed deep into the fleshy cheeks, and across her hips,
returning always to the crack and her anus. Every pass pressed a little
harder and she had to be aware of what might be coming. Would I
insert a digit inside? Had she cleaned herself properly? Was she
going to be anally raped? Was I becoming sexually aroused?
I knew of course that she was becoming quite aroused. I guess
that wasn’t unexpected as it had been several years since she had
been touched this way. I wondered if she ever let her husband caress
her like this then decided she probably did otherwise, why would she
let me do it now? Was she imagining it has her late husband’s hands,
not mine?
“Oh, God! Please, Rod, make me come,” she wailed, pressing
her bum as hard as she could against my hands. “I really need to,
pleeease,” she moaned. It gave me an incredible feeling of
satisfaction. Of course poking my rock hard cock up into her would
have been better still but for now, to know I was turning her on so
much was more than I could have asked for.
I pressed fingertips hard against her anus and felt the muscle
give just a little. “Are you a virgin, here, woman?” I asked expecting
to be told ‘yes’. I thought every woman gave into men’s darker
desires once in a while but anal sex was something else again. It was
a no-no for many females, I was sure of that.
“No,” she whispered almost shyly, pressing her face into the
pillow.
I never responded and let her wait for a minute or two without
saying or doing anything. I watched her squirming, pressing for my
touch, aroused yet unsatisfied.
“Time to turn over, Jacquie,” I said, slapping her bottom
sharply but before I let her move I asked, “Who has seen you
completely naked like this, Jacquie? I want every name and I want it
now,” I warned her with my voice.
“I… I can’t…”
I silently removed the belt from my trousers and landed a welt
across both cheeks. In that split second, even before her brain told
her of the pain, I saw the deep red stripe appear. She shrieked as
much from shock as from the pain.
“You’ll never refuse me again, woman. Remember that. Do
you want more?”
“No,” she whimpered, tears still flowing.
“Well then?”
“Alex of course, and a boy in college once. We didn’t have
sex,” she added quickly. “It was a Sorority initiation. I had to strip
off and let him watch. N… No-one else has ever seen me like this, I
promise.”
“I think I am privileged,” I told her and motioned for her to
roll over on her back.
The moment I caught sight of her tits I knew I was in heaven.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I cautioned as she settled back on the table,
hands quickly covering her breasts and her legs clasped together
tightly to stop any view of her pussy. I tapped her hip and told her to
lift her bottom off the table then slipped a pillow underneath to raise
her womanhood. A quick sweep of the video to keep the initial view
for posterity then I began to place her the way I wanted. I took each
arm and laid it on the table above her head, as though she was laying
with her hands on her head.
The beauty of her breasts became very evident. Small and
pointed, they were. In fact there was no marked alignment of where
the mound of her breast ceased and the aureole began. There was no
distinct nipple, just a continuation of the outline of each breast to
produce a clear pointed cone, the last inch or so the deeper pink of
the aureole. I could no more stop myself from leaning down to suck
the nipple between my lips than I could have walked past a hundred
dollar note lying on the footpath.
Her moaning soon returned as I molested one teat with my
lips and the other between thumb and forefinger. The flesh was firm
and resilient, the nipple rubbery and coral pink against the creamy
whiteness of her breast. She had obviously never lain in the sun
naked that was for sure. I walked around the table to press my lips
over the other breast. Her need for release was obvious.
“Please,” she moaned but she was a long way from her climax
yet.
Next, I parted her legs, bringing the heel of each up against
her bottom cheeks and flattening her knees against the table top. Her
feminine secrets revealed for the first time to my sight. The vulva
laid out absolutely naked of hair just as she had been instructed and
no evidence of any whiskers. She had depilated herself perfectly.
The lips were parted and her inner soul glistened pink and inviting. It
needed all my willpower to stop stripping my clothes of and raping
her there and then. No, time for that on another day, I told myself.
And then, it wouldn’t be rape; then it would be absolute surrender.
She had a lot to learn.
All thought of massage had vanished. Now it was time to feel
this woman, some fifteen years my junior, a woman who had given
herself to one man only and the last time she had felt that touch was
more than five years ago.
I took several minutes to video her every crevice as she laid
there, breathing short and fast, waiting for whatever I had in store for
her, maybe expecting me to penetrate her and take my pleasure. But
she remained still, waiting.
“I can understand why Beryl is in love with you, Jacquie,” I
whispered in her ear then kissed her on the lips to stop her moving
from the shock of my words. I kissed her passionately, pressing my
tongue between her teeth, invading her as no mad had done for so
long.
My fingers stroked her ear lobes, her cheeks and her neck
before I gave her time to catch her breath. Then the kiss continued,
finding her natural pleasure points, drawing her arousal ever
upwards. Then I gave her a moment she so desperately wanted.
“What did you say?” She asked in a shocked voice.
“I will tell you later. Right now I intend to feel every pore of
your beautiful body, you naughty girl,” I told her. This body was
more than beautiful. This body was erotic in the extreme; my cock
told me that.
“But you said…”
“Close your eyes and your mouth,” I warned her as my lips
encircled her nipples once again. I spent much time slurping in one
then the other like a young boy under the Christmas tree not knowing
what to play with next.
But it didn’t take long for my tongue to trace a line
downwards, filling her belly button with spittle, a reservoir of
lubrication for later. What I wanted was to nuzzle her hairless crotch
with my face to make sure there was no trace of even the smallest
whisker.
As I did so, she lifted her crotch, pressing herself against my
cheek and wiggling it back and forth. Then my lips enclosed the slit
and my tongue penetrated as deeply as I could. Oh, God, she tasted
so sweet. She was wet; a small lake of milky fluids beginning to run
down her bottom crack but I licked the moistness between my lips
and re-deposited it into her mouth. Now she could taste her own sex
juices, maybe something she had never done before but she
obviously found it acceptable for she licked her lips several times.
Without further ado, I pressed my tongue against her clit, and
her whole body flinched. I was standing between her wide-spread
knees, my face buried in her crotch, my hands cupping her tits,
sending unknown strings of satisfaction along the nerve channels to
her brain. She was gasping, moaning, shivering and shuddering with
every stroke of my tongue. Very close. Yes it was time.
I was fairly sure she was close, the moans and tautness of her
muscles told me that, so I pressed my hard tongue over her clit and
moved it back and forth. It wasn’t easy and I hoped she would come
quickly for my mouth was aching from the pressure I used.
It hit her suddenly. The moans of pleasure turned to higher
pitched grunts, shrieks almost. Yes, she was a squealer alright. I
wasn’t really prepared for the moment when it arrived. Her heels,
once tucked into her bottom cheeks shot out like bullets, hitting me
in the chest and hurting like buggery. I was lucky not to break the
clasp my mouth had on her pussy because that may have softened the
pleasures she was going through. But luckily my lips held firm. Her
legs went taut and her whole body shuddered, bridging up off the
pillow her bottom was resting on, and she wailed an incredible
crescendo of orgasmic delights as every nerve in her body must have
been reacting to what I had caused.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” she sighed over a over, an arm
covering her eyes, yet her head still shaking from side to side. Her
breathing was fast and deep as though she were gasping for more.
My mouth still clasped her vulva and I continued to lick the
hard little nub of her clit but lightly now, helping the arousal to hold
on as long as possible. Her body was covered in a veil of perspiration
sending woman scent to my nostrils.
I was as horny as hell but made no movement save for the
light tonguing I was still providing to her clit. Any movement was up
to her. When she was ready she could move, not I. So we stayed like
that for several minutes. I wondered if she had gone to sleep, actually
for all the shuddering had ceased and her breathing had returned to
normal yet she remained still.
“Thank you, thank you,” she whispered finally. “That was the
most incredible sex I’ve ever known,” she confessed in a soft voice,
a little girl’s voice, almost. I remained still; so did she. My tongue
was just touching the surface of her clit.
“If you keep doing that I’ll never move,” she reminded me
with a little giggle. I kept doing it.
“Just a little harder please.”
Damn, she was getting off again. So I gave her a little harder.
The grunts returned, higher pitched than a man’s voice; a woman’s
grunts of pleasure, moans of delight.
I felt her shiver and her crotch ground against my mouth. “Oh,
God, that was nice,” she admitted after another time of silence. She
had climaxed in the softest way yet a climax all the same.
“You’ve given me so much, Rod, thank you. You’ve done so
much, you must need something too. Let me…” she said but I cut her
off as she tried to sit up.
“No, I told you it wasn’t for my benefit today,” I assured her,
knowing my cock was crying copious tears of frustration in my
denial of its rights. But this wasn’t the time to throw my leg over.
Much more was in store as long as I played the cards right. “So I take
it, my massage was acceptable?” I asked with a smirk as I looked up
into her face.
She looked at me for several seconds, trying to work out my
motives, I thought. “I told you it was the most fantastic orgasm I’d
ever had,” she repeated, her face blazing from a huge blush that crept
down over her chest and breasts. She hadn’t made any move to cover
her nudity and I was still laying between her widely spread legs.
Then she went all embarrassed and shy.
“Oh, my God, we’ve cheated on Beryl; on my best friend. Oh,
how could I have let this happen?” She asked neither herself nor me.
A question yet it was more a statement of guilt. Then she clamped
her hand over her pussy and began to crawl backwards until she
extricated herself from me.
“There’s no need for guilt, Jacquie. It was something you
needed and I provided. We didn’t cheat. Think about it. I helped you
obtain something you so desperately needed; sexual release.
Something only a friend could provide. We didn’t cheat. We didn’t
use each other. I never sought your help, did I?” It was a load of
hogwash of course but she needed reassurance and I had to make
sure she would be compliant for the things I had in store.
I let her ponder over this for a few moments then said, “I’m
coming back tomorrow, Jacquie. One release won’t do much, you
need more and I’m going to provide them. I give but I won’t be
taking, understand?” I continued to let my eyes roam over her
nakedness and she was very aware of it. I reached out and lifted her
hand from her crotch. “After what we’ve done today, I can’t see
what good you’re doing covering that small patch up, can you? You
have an amazingly beautiful body, Jacquie; be proud of it.”
After another long pause of silence, she raised her eyes to
mine and with a stunned expression said, “You’re coming back?
Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow I expect the door to be unlocked just like today
and I expect you to be wearing nothing but a robe. Hear me,
Jacquie,” I added forcefully as she stared seemingly into nothingness.
“Listen, woman. You will be naked under your robe, it will be
completely undone and your body will be on view to me as soon as I
enter. What I do after that will be my choice, not yours but I promise
that you will earn the pleasure of release again, not me.
Understand?”
The stare remained but she nodded slightly. I could only
imagine what was going through her mind and hoped desperately
that she would follow my instructions rather than reject them.
Tomorrow may well prove to be the turning point in my plan for this
woman and her daughter. Damn, I was good, I told myself.
Chapter Nine
When I got home my loins were still bubbling away desperate
for fulfilment but I decided to check the e-mails before I laid another
egg inside Beryl.
And there it was; another response from my dream girl. As
usual it was double zipped and pass-worded but this time it took just
seconds to get to the meat. Was I going to get another chapter on her
friend’s liaisons or was she going to explain her thoughts after the
description of my sex with Beryl? How wrong I was.
You’re a cheat and a liar. You promised to be
honest with me as I was with you but no, you had to go
off and tell such lies. Did you think I was so dumb as
to believe all that filth?
No-one would do that. There wouldn’t be a
woman in the world who would let any man do that,
not even a wife. You are so full of shit, Rod – I can’t
even call you Uncle any more.
What in the world is she carrying on about? I asked
myself over and over but kept on reading. It was getting
intriguing.
How could you ever think I would believe Aunt
Beryl would lick your thing? It’s disgusting. And suck
it until you shot your goo into her mouth? Yuck, she’d
throw up all over you which might be a very good idea
I think.
So this is the end of your dirty little game. It’s
over and I don’t want to hear from you again.
I just sat there, stunned as I re-read her missive through again.
Then the humour hit me and I burst out laughing so loud I’m sure
Beryl must have heard so I stifled it as much as possible. God, that
poor young thing had no idea of what was in store for her as she
grew into adulthood. Well it was about time she began to understand.
Whoa, young lady, you have it all wrong. I
haven’t told you one word of a lie and that’s the truth.
I really thought a young woman of fifteen would
understand certain things but obviously I have much
more to teach you than I expected. Now don’t take this
personally because it’s not meant to rebuke or even
laugh at you. In fact, I find your innocence absolutely
stimulating and arousing.
Once you have read this through you will
understand something of what I was speaking but I
will give you some instructions in a moment that I
require you to do, no matter how embarrassing it
might seem.
Firstly, I want you to look up the words
“fellatio” and “cunnilingus” through your search
engine. Don’t fall off your chair when you read what
they say!!! (Ha, ha.) Then think for a moment about
what your friends at school might mean when they talk
about “blow jobs” and “giving head”. The two words
above are the technical terms for these phrases.
Does that shock you? If it does, don’t think
yourself foolish - I was just as foolish myself once
upon a time. We all have to learn.
Now here’s the hard part which you have to do
regardless of how difficult it might seem. After you
read this, you are to go to your mother and ask these
questions:
Is it true that girls suck men’s penises?
What else do girls do to make men happy?
Now think about this for a moment. Firstly, you
need to go to her in all innocence, shy and
embarrassed. She will probably be more embarrassed
than you are if I’m not mistaken and will probably
want to know where you heard such a thing.
Your answer of course will be something like,
‘Well one of the girls at school said she did it to her
boyfriend but no-one believed her’.
You must press her to explain all about it and
ask lots of questions like, ‘Doesn’t it make you sick’,
‘It must taste like pee’, ‘Will it give you a baby’, ‘What
do you do with the sperm in your mouth’ and anything
else you think of as she’s talking to you.
I want you to make sure she answers your
questions. Cajole and whine if she tries to refuse and
plead that you should know these things so you don’t
get carried away when some boy tries to get you do it
to them.
Then when she finally explains it all, press her
to explain about other things boys and girls do when
they are dating. You can promise her you need to
know everything so you don’t get trapped into them
yourself.
Then, as well as answering my first lot of
questions, I want a word by word description of how it
all went.
Don’t fail me, my little cutie. Be brave and tell
me everything.
From you know who.
BTW I forgive you for calling me a liar.
I clicked “Send” and went to find Beryl. She moaned with a
smile as I pressed her hand against my erection.
Chapter Ten
I gingerly pushed the door, expecting it to be locked once she
thought over what had happened the previous day. But it swung open
as I had instructed.
And there in the hallway she stood, her robe completely open,
her nakedness a sight to behold. The vacant stare had gone and she
was actually smiling, not a happy smile but one that said, ‘Well, is
this what you wanted?’ A questioning smile maybe?
“Come with me,” I said, taking her hand and walking into the
living room. I sat in the big armchair and pulled her backwards down
on top of me so her bottom was pressing into my crotch. By now I
was rampant and she must surely be feeling the lump but she gave no
sign of either knowledge of my condition or of offence.
One arm held her firmly around her chest as I took hold of one
breast. There was no objection at all. In fact I could swear she was
actually purring like a kitten. My other hand went straight to her
crotch and when I couldn’t get easy access, I pulled one leg over
each arm so she was spread wide open and available. Her head
rested back on my shoulder as she waited for whatever I was about to
do. Actually it wouldn’t have taken much of a genius to work out
what was coming next.
My hand rested on her quim for a moment then I inserted a
finger, as far up her passage as I could. She grunted then relaxed.
“You smell wonderful” I whispered as her perfumes wafted
over me. Her hair tickled my chin. “Do you want to cum?”
“Yes,” she whispered back then cupped her hand over mine
that was in turn cupping her breast. Her other hand cupped her own
bared breast and she sighed.
I was gentle and knew she appreciated what I was doing to
her. There was no indication that her earlier doubts had returned at
all. So after several minutes of penetrating back and forth with a
couple of fingers, I concentrated on her clit which soon brought back
her little moans of pleasure just like yesterday. The climax was
progressing far quicker today but there was no way I was going to let
her go off so soon. So every now and then, each time her moans
became louder, I slowed my ministrations, usually to a groan of
frustration.
Several times this took place until she finally gave in and
pleaded. That’s what I liked, a woman pleading for my attention.
God, it felt good.
“Please, Rod, make me cum,” she pleaded into my ear.
“There’s a condition,” I replied.
“Anything. Please don’t stop.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Promise me you will become obedient to me in every way.”
“Yes, anything. Please, Rod, do me.”
“Say it.”
“What?”
“Promise me you’ll be obedient to me in every way.”
“I do. I promise I will obey you in any way you want. I
promise.”
“No matter what?”
“That’s what I said. Please make me cum. Pleeease, I need it
so much,” she moaned.
So I did. Her legs straightened and her body froze against me,
as she gasped and pressed herself back against me while the spasms
chorused through her body and mind.
After it was over I still stroked the little nub just like yesterday
but she took my hand and brought it to her other breast. “No more,
please love,” she gasped in explanation. “You wear me out. Oh, God,
you are incredible,” she sighed then relaxed against me as the
stresses of orgasm waned and her afterglow took over.
“Want another?” I asked after several minutes of silence.
“Yes but not today,” she sighed and kissed my neck. Then she
leaned her face back to focus on me and asked, “Does Beryl know
what you are doing?”
“No, not yet, but she will.”
“What did you mean about her loving me?”
“You’ll know soon enough. I didn’t mean to talk about it
yesterday. Forget it for now but the subject will rise again,” I
promised.
“Did you really mean she loves me like a lover?”
“I told you to forget it, Jacquie. I thought you just agreed to be
obedient,” I chastised her.
“Would you like to have sex with me?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Now?”
“Yes of course I’d like to, right now,” I agreed and she
instantly began to sit up. “I said I would like to right now, of course I
would but I can’t just yet.”
“Is there anything wrong? Can I help?”
“Stop talking, woman and this time obey me, OK?”
“But you must have needs?” she queried.
“Oh, indeed I do and I’m sure you felt those needs, didn’t
you?”
“That’s why I invited you,” she smiled back.
“Come on,” I said, pushing her off me. “Take me to your
bedroom.” There was a wicked gleam of satisfaction as she led me
into the inner sanctum.
“You don’t need a condom,” she tittered. “I’m still on the Pill,
you know.”
“Oh, yes, why is that? Been out fucking, have you?”
“I haven’t had a man since Alec died, Rodney. Don’t be
crude. No, they just keep my periods in check, that’s all. Now, would
you like me to take control?” she asked with a wry smile.
“I’m still in charge,” I told her and went to her chest of
drawers and began to open one after the other. As I came to her
underwear I looked each piece over, holding those that took my eye
from time to time.
She was blushing. Fiercely. Her privacy was being invaded
and she hated it but she made no objection.
“Now why would a shy young widow wear such sluttish
underwear as this?” I asked holding up a pair of crotchless see-
through panties. There was no reply for several seconds, then
looking down at the floor she answered, “Alec made me do things,”
she said in a whisper.
Oh, shit, this was fantastic, I told myself. “You know I’ll want
a full account, don’t you?”
“Please, Rod,” she began, her eyes still towards the floor.
“What did you agree to?”
“I promised I would obey you,” she whispered.
“So, when I want the details, what does that mean?”
“That I have to tell you?”
“And will you?”
She nodded her acquiescence. I was so close to squirting in
my pants.
“Good. Not now but sometime. I’ll want to know everything,
Jacquie. Even the very secret things you did that you would never
tell anyone in a thousand years, you know that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I moved to her bedside table and began to slide the small
drawer out.
“No… Please don’t, Rod.”
My hand stopped for just a moment then opened it completely,
dumping the contents onto her bed. Oh, yes, this woman had secrets,
alright.
“Tell me what you do with these, Jacquie.”
The huge blush returned, blotching all the way across her
breasts.
“Come here,” I told her and when she was standing before me
I swept the open gown off her shoulders and let her stand naked
before me. “Now, explain yourself.”
“They’re… They’re sex toys,” she admitted. Of course they
were, I sighed to myself in great excitement.
“Show me.”
“You can see…”
“Show me how you use them,” I told her.
She gasped as she looked up at me. “You mean…? You want
me to use them? In front of you?”
“Smart woman,” I congratulated her.
“Oh, God, you can’t mean that. It’s humiliating,” she gasped
with genuine shock.
“It won’t humiliate me at all,” I told her with a grin. “Come
on, I suppose you are on the bed when all this happens?”
“I… yes, I… usually.”
“Well for goodness sake, get on with it woman. Show me that
you really do intend to keep your promise.”
“No,” she defied me. “You’re only doing this to embarrass
and humiliate me. I won’t do it, I won’t?”
“OK then. I guess this is the end of what may have been a
wonderful relationship, you, Beryl and Me. Too bad” I said as I
walked towards the door.
“No. No, Rod, please don’t go. I need you,” she wailed.
“You need me?” I asked. “Why?”
There was a stunned silence for a few moments then she
capitulated. “I… I need you because you make me feel like a woman
again and… and I love you.”
Man, did that blow me away. “You love me? Is that true?”
“Yes, I love you, truly I do.”
“But I love Beryl, Jacquie.”
“I… I like Jacquie, too. She’s my best friend”
“But you don’t love her, as a lover.”
“We kissed each other,” she admitted finally.
Wow, I never knew that. “You kissed Beryl? On the lips?”
“Yes. I promised I wouldn’t tell but I had to. I don’t want to
lose you. You see, if I lost you, I’d lose Beryl too. I know she loves
you and I really want her to be my friend. She never told me she
actually loves me. She said the kiss was just in friendship. Does she
really love me?”
My mind was doing the ton just now. Here I was, lying to
Beryl that Jacquie loved her to try and get the two of them into bed
together to do a lesbian scene in front of me and all the time they had
at least done something that made them lovers of sorts.
“So you want me to stay because you don’t want to lose Beryl,
not me at all? Is that the real truth?”
“No… no not just like that; I do love you. You make me feel
so wonderful the way you give me orgasms and you are so kind and
gentle. But I couldn’t live without Beryl either, as my friend.”
“If I accepted what you say, it would mean you want to have
sex with me which means you would be cheating on Beryl. Is that
how you want it to be?”
“No…,” she almost whined, not knowing what to say. She
had guilt written all over her face.
“Have you and Beryl ever touched each other more than just
kissing?”
“We… we felt each other’s breasts one time but it was just a
giggle to compare ourselves, nothing else ever happened.”
“So you would let me have sex with you while Beryl watched.
How do you think Beryl would feel about that?”
“I know she wouldn’t want that,” she moaned. “But I love
what you do to me. Oh, I’m a rotten friend for Beryl.”
“I would want more than just making you cum, much more,” I
told her seriously.
“I would do anything you wanted, anything at all.”
“Think of the worst thing Alec ever made you do and tell me
what it was.”
She hesitated but only for a second. “He… He made me wear
that slutty underwear and then show myself off to his friends. I had
to expose myself while they laughed their heads off.” Then the tears
came.
“Is that all?” I asked as though it was nothing to be concerned
about.
“Well, he made me masturbate in front of them too. It was so
humiliating,” she said between deep heartfelt sobs.
“I love you too, Jacquie, just as I do Beryl, but to love me as I
demand means far worse things than that. Alec was only having a bit
of fun with his mates, probably after a booze-up with them I
wouldn’t be surprised. I’ll bet he fucked you silly after they left,
didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“Beryl does things that make her sick, so bad she throws up
sometimes. I would expect you to be just as obedient as that,
Jacquie.”
“What things?” She asked as her face became distinctly paler
than before.
“Oh, no, you don’t get off that easily. You will commit
yourself before you have any idea of what I will expect of you. That
is called trust. If you come into our family as a third member, each of
us would be married to the other two, certainly as a commitment at
least; you would have to make that permanent promise to both of us.
And you would have to convince Beryl to participate that way,
having loving lesbian experiences with each other. Beryl seems
absolutely happy married to me, doesn’t she?”
“Yes of course she does. She’s a lucky woman, I’ve always
thought that.”
“But she’s never discussed the things I require her to do to
keep me happy in the ways I desire, has she?”
“No, she hasn’t.”
“So why do you ask now?”
“I… I didn’t mean to sound untrusting, Rod, darling, really I
didn’t. It’s just that when Alec made me do things I absolutely hated
the humiliation.”
“But you did them because you loved him and he made you
happy afterwards, didn’t he?”
“Yes, he did.”
“So you took the good with the bad and you were happy
then?”
“Yes, I was.”
“So are you prepared to accept us on those terms too, Jacquie?
It’s now or never, woman. You would become my lover and Beryl’s.
You’d probably have to seduce her before she would ever agree to
something like that. And both of you would have to agree to obey my
wishes in every way, no matter what.”
She thought about that for a long while, her face changing as
thoughts ran through her head.
“It’s so scary yet I do need more than I have now. I know you
can’t keep on cheating on Beryl when you give me sex and I know
you must need something in return from me, even though you
haven’t pressed me to do that yet. You’re a man and I understand
your needs but asking Beryl? Whatever would she think of me,
asking her to have girl sex together? We’ve never done anything like
that, not that I really know what women do together, but a kiss isn’t
like real sex. Oh, what if she was so upset she refused to talk to me
again?”
‘I’ve already told you she likes you a lot more than you might
think. I will help but you have to make the first moves in that way. I
guess you’ve never tried to seduce a woman before,” I said, laughing
inwardly.
“Of course I haven’t,” she almost snarled then realised I was
taking the Mickey out of her.
“I’m just silly, Rod. I’m stupid. Of course I’d like to be part of
your marriage… as long as Beryl is happy too.”
“Kneel on the floor. No on your knees, back up straight, face
the floor. Hands behind your back, clasped together.” As she knelt
before me, a demure, almost innocent woman she looked and my
cock boiled for action. “Repeat after me….
I, Jacqueline, promise with all my heart that I
will become the wife of Rod and Beryl, my dearest
friends, and that I will obey every demand Rod makes
of me, no matter what it is. I promise him absolute
obedience in every aspect of my life with them and will
never rescind the promise as long as I live. What is
mine is theirs; my possessions, my body and my mind,
to do with as they wish and I give this pledge now, that
I will accept any decision they make without objection
or refusal.
“Oh, God,” she gasped when it was over. “It sounds so final
now.”
“You’d better believe exactly that, woman.” Having stated her
commitment to me, I instructed her to prepare the identical statement
on her computer. She printed two copies, signed and dated them and
handed both to me. One would be in Beryl’s hands as soon as I
convinced her that our marriage would soon become a tri-partnership
rather than a duo. That was my next challenge. But first I was going
to have some fun.
“Come with me,” I said as I walked into Giselle’s room. She
looked at me with a blank expression. “I want to learn your
daughter’s secrets too. Show me, Jacquie.”
Her mind ticked over like an alarm clock. Actually I could see
the alarm bells ringing too.
“She’s… She’s only fifteen, Rod.”
“So?” I asked quizzically.
“What do you want to see?”
“Jacquie, do you want a beating five minutes after becoming
my wife?”
“No,” she gasped. “Oh, you’re joking, aren’t you?” She asked
with a sickly smile, willing me to smile back.
I removed my belt which she’d already felt once across her
butt yesterday and told her to lay over the edge of Giselle’s bed. She
did so instantly and I took great delight in stroking six hard lashes
across her bum-cheeks. She jerked and jumped after each and
pleaded mercy but there was certainly none given. Her tears were
genuine and it was a flood.
“Stand up,” I told her with little compassion and as soon as
she did I poked my finger into her face and laid down the law. “That
was just a scratch, women. The next time I have cause to discipline
you, it will be over your breasts or between your legs. Ever wonder
why Beryl doesn’t sit down sometimes when you call? She knows
better these days. Let this be a lesson. Now take me for a tour of your
daughter’s secrets.”
“Wha… What do you mean, Rod? Oh, that hurt so much,” she
moaned massaging the stripes that had welled up across her bottom.
“I want to know about your daughter’s secrets. She has
periods. Show me her napkins. Show me her bras and panties. Pick
the sexiest ones. You have bought her sexy ones, I hope?”
“Well, no… not really, I guess. Just cotton ones. How could I
give her sexy underwear? She’s just a child.”
“She’s going on sixteen, Jacquie. Soon, she’ll be dating and
then she’ll be screaming out for “fuck clothes”. She mightn’t call
them that but that’s what she’ll think she needs. Come on, show me
the best.”
Soon I had a Kotex pad in my hands. White and clean. I
pressed my face to the side that would be pressed against her pussy
and licked it, making sure Jacquie watched closely. She blushed
furiously but didn’t look away.
The bra was white and small. I looked at the label and saw it
was a size 30A. Yep, close to what I’d expected. I nuzzled my face
into each cup and kissed the interior then licked the inner cone
where her nipples would lay. “Have you seen them lately?”
“What, her bras? Yes every time I wash.”
“Her breasts, Jacquie; describe them.”
“Oh, my God, Of course I haven’t. She freaks out if I ever
catch her undressed.”
I smiled at that and took a pair of soft silky type panties in my
hands.
“Unzip my trousers, Jacquie.”
The shock on her face was classic and I struggled to stifle a
laugh. “You heard.”
It took her several seconds of deep thought but she gave in
and carried out my orders. I handed the panties to her, the inside
crotch held aloft.
“Rub them over my cock.”
“N… No,” she gagged and began to stand. “Beryl…” she
began.
“Beryl is my wife and so are you, Jacquie. Remember? Do it
now.”
I did nothing to make it easy and she fumbled for some time
as the soft fabric caught in my zip and refused to go inside. But she
finally got enough inside and my erection was at the full so she had
little trouble finding her target. It was bliss and I watched her face as
she concentrated her vision on my crotch.
It was over five years since she had a cock to cuddle but she
hadn’t lost her touch. Soon I was moaning softly and finally pressed
my hand over hers. Any more and I would have spurted, so good
were the sensations of this juvenile’s intimate wear over my
manhood.
“Now put them all back in places where she would choose
each of these next. I want to dream of her wearing all three
tomorrow.”
She sighed in relief as she withdrew her hand but gasped
when she saw the wet spot I had created on the panties.
“I’ll have to wash them,” she told herself.
“No, leave them as they are. Let them dry so she can wear it
for a day.” She stopped objecting and places all three on top of the
various heaps.
“What have you told her about sex?”
This time she was visibly shocked. “I… I have… no, I haven’t
said much at all. She knows about her periods and where babies
come from but… well it was impossible to talk about sex. She was
just my little girl.”
“She’s a young lady now and you haven’t given her any
instruction at all?” I looked at her incredulously. It was more to
embarrass rather than question.
“I know I should have but I just couldn’t. Every time I tried
the conversation changed to something else.”
“This is what you will do, Jacquie. As soon as I leave here
today, you will go to a bookstore and purchase the full edition of
“The Joy of Sex”. It’s probably under the counter but you will ask for
it and purchase it. Then tonight, once you’ve settled in after dinner,
you are going to begin explaining everything. It might be
embarrassing in the worst way but you will and that’s that,
understand?”
“Yes, Rod.”
“You will start with fellatio and cunnilingus and answer every
question she has. Then you will explain anal sex, vaginal and breast
sex, masturbation, both male and female and finally lesbianism. The
last one in the very best light as something that is beautiful and
loving between girlfriends.”
“No, I couldn’t,” she whimpered.
“You can and you will. To prove you have, I want a tape
recorder going throughout your explanations and I want the tape
from each episode. If you fail me, Jacquie, I promise you won’t sit
down for a week. Tell me you will obey this in every way, Jacquie.”
“Oh, my God,” she whimpered, actually crying but she
nodded to indicate she would do everything I demanded.
Beryl got raped that night.
Then, instead of falling asleep all over her, I checked my e-
mails.
It made me sick. I really can’t believe it. God,
you want to put your thing in my mouth and have me
suck it until you squirt your goo, don’t you?
Do girls really do this? I can’t imagine even
trying, really I can’t. Why can’t you just do normal
things like sex? I mean, isn’t that what we’ve got a
pussy and boys have that dangly thing?
Well I guess I shouldn’t carry on so much; it
seems we girls just have to do what you want, ‘you’
being men in general. I just wonder if Mum ever did
this to Dad before he died. I suppose she did but just
thinking about them doing it, well, doing anything
about sex, I suppose, while I was in my room makes
me cringe.
Do you get Aunt Beryl to suck yours? Oh, yes
you do, you already told me so I suppose you lick hers
too. Well what she has between her legs, I mean.
I haven’t done anything with boys about sex,
you know that don’t you? But after what Mum told me
tonight after dinner, well, I don’t want a boy to touch
me ever.
Now she says she has lots more to talk about. It
was so embarrassing but I did question her a few times
and I’m sure she was as embarrassed as I was. She
has this book that had all sorts of filthy drawings…
well they weren’t exactly filthy, maybe explicit is the
word.
It actually showed women sucking a man’s
thing and men licking a girl. So there, are you satisfied
now.
After I read it over a couple of times and realised Jacquie had
done exactly as I told her, I was exhilarated. It was all coming
together far beyond my expectations. I made a short reply to my
dream girl.
I hope you will believe me from now on. What I
want to hear from you each time you report back is
what you did once you went to bed each night. Did
your discussions with your mother make you feel
excited? Were you excited enough to touch yourself?
Did you masturbate or stroke your breasts? I must
know everything, young lady
Beryl was sound asleep when I returned to bed, my cock
drooling as I spooned her and slipped it inside her moist pussy. I
came again and left the mess to drain out. At least there wasn’t much
of a deposit this time.
Chapter Eleven
I was up before she woke the next morning and had breakfast
ready. She looked at me strangely as she walked into the kitchen.
“Rod, did you…?”
“What?” I asked.
“Did you bonk me last night?”
“Bonk you? Hell, woman, I shagged you stupid,” I reminded
her proudly. “If you can’t remember that, we’d better get you to a
doctor quick smart.”
“No… I mean later, after I went to sleep.”
“Why do you ask?” Of course I knew but it was an interesting
little game.
“Well, I… I was so wet when I woke up. It wasn’t like
normal. You know I wash it all away. Your sperm, I mean. I wash as
much as I can out before I get back in bed but it was like I was
swimming in the stuff when I got up this morning.”
“Well I did sort of shoot a lot last night. It lasted a lot longer
than usual,” I suggested. “Maybe you didn’t let it all escape.”
“So you didn’t, then?”
“Didn’t what?”
“You didn’t bonk me a second time, after I was asleep?”
I looked at her stonily and asked, “Are you sure someone
didn’t creep in and use you? Nah, you’d have woken up if they did,
wouldn’t you?”
“You bastard,” she smiled and sat in my lap as she snuggled
up against me. “Was it nice, the second one?”
“Not as good as the first but it put me to sleep,” I assured her.
“You’ve become such a randy old bastard lately. What’s
brought it on all of a sudden?”
“So you aren’t happy having to spread your legs so often?” I
asked with a smirk.
“Oh, it’s fine by me. I love your sex, baby. You make me feel
wonderful but it wasn’t always like this and at your age I thought the
need would be waning, not increasing.”
“Do you trust me, Beryl?”
“What? You must know I do.”
“But do you trust me completely, no matter what? Would you
do whatever I wanted you to, no matter how embarrassing, how
hurtful, how humiliating it might me to you? Do you love me that
much, Beryl?”
“Oh, my God, you know I love you more than anything, Rod.
What do you want of me? Do you want me to be your very own sex
slave or something? That’s how it sounds.”
“Well, would you?”
She was silent for a long while, maybe even a minute as she
studied my face, looking for something to give her a clue as to where
this conversation was going?
“Is that what you want, a sex slave? I’ve never refused you
anything, have I?”
“No, of course you haven’t; not even some pretty filthy stuff
but then I haven’t asked everything of you, have I?”
“Like what, you dirty old bastard,” she said with a wry smile.
“Ah, but that would be telling, wouldn’t it? No what I’m
asking is would you agree to everything I might ask. Everything
means anything If I’m not mistaken?”
“It would also mean would I let you strangle me or would I
kill someone for you. What you want to hear is a yes to anything and
everything. Would I kill for you? Yes, if they put you at risk that only
killing would save you. Would I lie still while you did me in? Only if
I was chained to the wall, I guess. Otherwise I’d fight back.”
“So you don’t trust me completely?”
“Of course I do, my LOVER,” she hissed fiercely.
“So, give me your total obedience.”
“Rod, is this something to do with Jacquie?”
“Why do you ask that?” I queried, thinking I may have
overstepped the mark and blown it.
“Well you do remember what you wanted me to do with my
best friend, don’t you?”
“Before we go any further with your sarcasm, either say yes or
say no, Beryl.” My confidence was oozing away quicker than I could
think right now.
“Oh, shit, Rod, you are a bore sometimes. Alright, yes I’ll say
it. I’ll do your every wish, no matter what your filthy mind comes up
with. I’ll bet there’s not too many fifty-something housewives who
would ever agree to this, mind you.”
“I want to hear you say it properly. Say you’ll obey my every
wish, no matter what that might entail. Tell me clearly, Beryl,” I
demanded with all the authority I could produce. My heart was
thumping away at a thousand beats a minute.
And she did, word for word. I opened my arms and she fell
between them, hugging me as she always did, with love and
affection.
“I’m so glad you did agree baby because…”
“Because what?” She almost shrieked.
“Because when the doorbell rings, there’ll be a guy who
you’re going to suck off while I watch. He’ll want you naked so
you’d better strip off right now. He’s paying me a hundred bucks for
the privilege”
Her face went red then white and she stared at me, her mouth
wide open in shock.
“Of course he’s only a dwarf so he won’t shoot much stuff
into you,” I added. You should have seen her face as the light slowly
dawned.
“Oh, you bastard,” she roared loud enough for the neighbors
to hear every word. I just had to sit down my body was shaking so
much with the mirth of it all.
“If you think you’re going to get lucky tonight, buster, think
again,” she spat, leaving me to myself.
I let her stew for a few minutes then headed for the bedroom.
She was lying on the bed stark naked, her legs wide apart invitingly.
“You do want me to fuck Jacquie, don’t you,” she whispered
after she’d recovered from her climax.
“I want you to invite her over tomorrow. I think she’ll be quite
happy, you know. She does love you, I know that, but she’s just as
hesitant as you have been. But there’s something else you should
know, baby.”
“What?” Her voice carried much doubt.
“I’ll be watching and when the two of you are in the middle of
your passion, I’ll be joining you.”
She leaned up on one elbow, her face full of confusion. “What
do you mean?”
“I want her to become your wife… and mine too.” There, I’d
said it. Now all I had to do was convince her to accept a ménage a
tois, a house of three. It wasn’t quite the time to add little Giselle into
the scheme of things just yet.
I could see severe doubts on her face as she stared into space,
trying to reason it all out. Was she being pushed aside for a younger
woman? Now the kids had grown up and we were on our own, was
she no longer needed? If I wanted to share the two of them, where
did she stand now?
“Are you serious, Rod, or is this another of your little jokes?”
“You promised to obey me, Beryl and I expect you to honour
that. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you; I do. In fact lately I’ve realised
just how much you do mean to me. What I’m asking of you, of us
both is to add another dimension to our sex lives, that’s all. There is
no way I want to replace you with Jacquie but I do want you to share
me with her and with you. All men dream of watching girl sex and
I’m no exception. Girl sex for you would add something I can’t, the
softness of another woman. And all men dream of stripping
unobtainable women bare with their eyes. You would be stripping
her for me in reality, not just in my fantasies. It would soon become
the normal thing and it would all be with love; me of two women,
you and Jacquie of a man and a woman. Think for a moment how
wonderful that would become, Beryl. We’d each have two lovers,
sometimes all three of us together, sometimes just two but the one
thing we’d all have is me as head of that threesome; a threesome that
would carry out my every wish, no matter what. It is my wish and as
you agreed just now, you have no choice but to accept it, do you?”
There, I’d finally laid it all on the line. Me and my dirty old
mind had either gained a second sex partner or lost both. Man, at my
age it was a gamble I didn’t want to lose.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she finally looked
at me and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. Then after another long
silence, she asked, “How will I tell her? I mean she is my best friend
but we’ve never talked about sex much, certainly not about doing it
together. What if she refused, Rod? Will you hate me then?”
It was time for a reassuring cuddle and I took her in my arms
and held her firmly, kissing her ear lobe as I whispered that
reassurance. “She almost asked me for permission to love you, baby.
She wants you, I promise. You might be surprised and find she asks
you first then you won’t have to convince her of anything, will you?”
“I’d like to think it was true but it won’t be and I’ll feel so
stupid when she runs off and never speaks to me again. She might
even start spreading rumors that I’m a closet lesbian. I couldn’t stand
that, Rod. I’d rather die first.”
“Now you’re being dramatic, sugar. Look, all you have to do
is invite her over and explain you have something very personal to
ask her that you don’t want to talk about on the phone. Wear
something soft yet revealing and I’m sure she’ll understand even
before you start to speak. You just have to begin and the rest will fall
into place, believe me. Anyway there’s no other choice because it is
my wish, remember?”
“Yes, Rod.”
“Now for being such a good girl, you deserve something
nice,” I said, urging her legs apart. Her pussy was still wet from my
last attack but it made no difference. I planted my lips over the slit
and began to suck her clit. Her moans rose sooner than usual.
Chapter Twelve
Nothing was said the next morning and she gave no indication
of what was soon to take place except she was wearing a very smart
outfit, showing off the curve of her slimness and quite a bit of
cleavage. I too kept my quiet and breakfast went along as though
nothing was out of the ordinary.
We shared the cleanup and once the dishes were done, she
glanced towards me and a blush rose on her cheeks as she reached
for the phone.
I held my breath.
“Oh, hi Jacquie, it’s me. Yes, all’s well. No, nothing’s up, I
was just wondering... well there is something I’d like to talk over
with you but it’s… well it’s rather personal, intimate really and I’d…
No he’s looking after that department quite well, thank you very
much. Look, sweetie, just shut up and let me get on with it will you?
It’s just that I’d like to talk something over with you that I can’t do
over the phone. Could you come over? Now? Yes, that would be
great. No, I don’t have a secret lover… well, maybe there is one but
not over the phone, O.K.? See you in fifteen. Bye.”
She sighed a long sigh and looked straight at me. “Alright,
Master?”
“Yes, slave, very good indeed. Now all you have to do is think
through what you’re going to tell her.”
“Oh, shit,” she sighed again and raced from the room.
I’d slipped into the second bedroom as the front doorbell rang.
It was right next to our bedroom and within hearing distance of the
lounge. I wanted to hear everything
“That was quick,” I heard Beryl say.
“I couldn’t wait another minute. What is it, babe?”
“Come into the living room. I have to sit down.”
“You are fucking someone, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “Rod; he never gives up these days.”
“Oh, lucky you. If only I had a man like that…”
“So you don’t have anyone, sweetie? I never asked before but
I did wonder.”
“No-one since Alec and I do miss it, you know. Sex, I mean.”
There was silence for a few moments then Jacquie rushed in.
“So what’s up, babe, you mentioned a secret lover?”
“We’ve been friends for a long time, haven’t we, Jacquie?”
“Forever, I guess.”
“I want to ask you something; something very personal.”
“Oooh, this sounds juicy. Come on then, tell me.”
Another silence then Beryl finally did it. “Have you ever
thought of loving another woman, Jacquie?”
This certainly shut her up and I could just hear the cogs
churning through Jacquie’s head. She was supposed to ask Beryl the
same question but hadn’t gotten around to it.
“Y… yes, I have as a matter of fact.”
“Oh, yes? So you have thought about doing it then?”
“I’ve thought about it a lot lately and you’re right, it is hard to
talk about.”
“I have too.”
“I guessed as much. Do you want to talk about it? Have you
done it yet?” Jacquie asked.
“No, not yet. I mean I haven’t done it yet but there is someone
special.”
“Oh,” I heard Jacquie gasp almost in disappointment.
“Well, I haven’t asked her yet.”
“Oh, but you want to. Is that what you want to talk to me
about?” There was much anticipation in Jacquie’s voice this time.
“Oh, damn it all Jacquie, can’t you guess?” Beryl’s voice had
as much desperation as Jacquie’s had anticipation.
Silence again.
“Maybe,” a plaintive voice replied. “Is it…?”
“Do you want to try it, sweetie? I mean I still love Rod and
always will but… well, we’re such good friends and I know you must
miss the stimulation Alec gave you. No, I’m not asking just because
of that. I’d really like to make girl love with you. Please don’t hate
me, Jacquie. I couldn’t stand it if I lost you now.”
“Oh, babe, come to me,” I heard Jacquie’s whispered
acceptance. And then they were kissing. “When…?”
“Can you stay? Could we do it now? No, not here, in the
bedroom.”
“Where’s Rod?”
“I… I think he went out?”
“What if he catches us?”
“He’s a man; he’d probably want to watch,” Beryl said with a
laugh. “Or join in.”
“Oh, God this is unreal,” Jacquie giggled.
“He’d probably divorce you.”
“No, I give him sex. No-one else would.”
“I would. Well don’t look so shocked. If we are going to fuck
each other it would be only fair, don’t you think?”
Oh, God, my cock was so hard it was ready to squirt.
“He’d never keep up with two horny women. It’d probably
kill him.”
“I’d be very gentle on the old boy. Besides, if he’s anything
like Alec he’ll want to do filthy depraved things with my body. I’ll
tell you about Alec’s leanings one day. He was so gross. Anyway, no
more about them, let’s do it, lover.”
I could see them going into my bedroom, well, our bedroom,
through the crack in the door. They had their arms around each other
and were actually smooching, giggling all the way. I decided to give
them twenty minutes before I made my grand entrance.
It was a long twenty minutes, what with lots of giggling, oohs
& ahs, moans and whispers. Shit, what was a man to do? Fuck
twenty minutes. I edged my door open and found the bedroom door
ajar, just slightly but ajar enough to catch a peek.
Oh, God. They were stark naked, Beryl underneath with
Jacquie sucking one of her nipples while she stroked my wife’s sex
slit. Beryl was just as much into it, cupping one of Jacquie’s
magnificent tits while she too, stroked her lover’s sex.
“Just up a bit, babe,” she suggested to Jacquie. “Yesss, there.
That’s it. Oh, God, I’m in heaven.”
There was no way I could hold back. They were into their
own thing so deeply they never noticed as I crept into the room and
leaned against the door frame, taking it all in.
“Good morning, ladies. Enjoying the company?
“Rod,” they both gasped in unison, Jacquie clutching what
she could of the sheet that was caught beneath them.
Beryl put her hand over her face and laid back on the pillow,
giggling to herself. Jacquie’s face had turned white and she tried to
remove herself from the bed while still holding a corner of the sheet
to her chest. Of course the sheet wouldn’t budge and if she moved
any further, she’d be showing all she had to offer. Not that it would
have been a surprise for she knew I’d already seen it all several times
but it was nice to think she was a modest woman.
“No, don’t let me stop you. Keep on going. I’ll just watch. It’s
alright, Jacquie, I’m not annoyed. Go on, back to what you were
doing. It’s quite a sight, really.”
“N… no, I should go. Would you please leave, Rod?”
“Jacquie,” I said purposefully, “continue your lovemaking. I
want you to. No, better still, I’ll come and help you.”
“No,” she gasped.
“You have no choice, do you? Now make love to my wife and
she will return all of that love and more, believe me.” I stood before
the two women, my wife with a knowing smirk, pulled her partner
against her and I knew the vision would continue.
“Come on, sweetie, he’s not going away. Let’s just do it,”
Beryl cajoled.
I had no idea how stimulating it would be to watch two
women pleasure each other. All they had were their lips and hands
but very soon all were in use and they carried on as though they were
once again alone.
They gave no sign of noticing me as I slowly stripped my
clothes off and when I knelt on the bed beside Beryl, so aroused that
great strings of pre-cum drooled from my rampant cock onto their
bodies, neither woman objected. I lowered my face against Jacquie’s
and levered her mouth away from the nipple she was suckling. Then
I kissed her tenderly.
“We are three together now, baby,” I whispered finally, loud
enough for Beryl to hear as well. “I have two wives and you have a
husband and a wife each. Do you object?”
“No,” they both moaned together, then with a gasp, Beryl
groaned, “Uh, I’m cuming,” and she did. In her own special way, her
body froze and her legs shivered as she whimpered her little
pleasures aloud. It was Jacquie’s fingers that had done the deed.
Jacquie leaned over her sweating partner and kissed her so
lovingly it made me feel almost jealous, but I knew I wasn’t.
“Thank you,” Beryl sighed as she returned the kiss. “Now it’s
your turn.”
“No, now it’s my turn,” I stated and pushed Jacquie onto her
back. Both women cradled each other as I pushed my new wife’s
legs apart and crawled between the vee.
“Oh, my God,” Jacquie groaned as she saw my cock for the
first time. “It’s huge,” she gasped.
“Well thank you very much, my dear. Beryl doesn’t think so,
do you dear?”
“Nah, just a piffling little thing,” she giggled as she wiped a
string of drool away.
“Piffling, like hell. It’s twice as long as my… oh, shit, I’m
sorry, Rod. I didn’t mean to compare you with… well you know who
I mean,” Jacquie apologised shyly.
“Anyone who says it’s twice as big as they expected has no
reason to apologise. But it would like to introduce itself to you if
that’s alright.”
Jacquie’s eyes darted to her friend. “Beryl?”
“He’s not mine to claim anymore,” she said with a hint of
indifference.
Jacquie looked at me and I looked at Beryl. “Beryl, that’s not
true,” I told her with all the concern I could muster considering my
drooling cock was just centimetres from Jacquie’s glistening charms.
“He’s not mine any longer because… because he’s ours,
baby,” she said with a giggle as she leaned over to kiss her new wife.
“Oh, shit, you got me then,” I swore as I aimed for this new
conquest.
Jacquie laid back and closed her eyes as Beryl took one of her
nipples between her lips. I swear I could feel the heat of her cunt
before I even touched it. It was glistening with moisture and I slipped
halfway in before I realised it.
Five years without a man certainly tightened her cunt, that’s
for sure. But not her expertise for I could feel her compressing my
cock with her cunt muscles as I pushed deeper inside.
“Oh, God, you’re in too far,” she squirmed trying to release
the pressure.
“It’s only halfway, baby,” Beryl whispered with another
giggle. “He’s a big boy, that one. Take him all, lover; the deeper it
goes the better it feels.”
“Oh, it’s pressing… Oh, yess,” she hissed. I pressed further
until I could feel our hairs merge. Yes, I was in deep for I could feel
the pressure against the tip as though it was being squeezed un-
naturally. But I was in and it did feel good. Quite different to Beryl,
certainly tighter and the muscular contractions along the stem were
strong indeed.
Jacquie was gasping for breath but after looking across at
Beryl I realised our mutual manipulations were the cause of it all.
Beryl with her lips squeezing a giant nipple, her hand rubbing our
new wife’s clit and me with my full eight inches all the way in, were
providing more stimulation than she may ever have experienced. I
reminded myself I had yet to extract all the details of her sex-life with
Alec and those before him. I am turning into the voyeur of voyeurs.
As I pulled back, she gasped so loud I wondered if I had done
her an injury from my first thrust. “Jacquie?”
“Oh, God, Rod, keep doing it, don’t stop. It’s wonderful.
Thank you. Thank you. Oh, please push it all the way. More please.”
Spittle was dribbling down the side of her mouth and her body
was straining at every sinew, almost desperate for her pleasures. I
leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. “I’m enjoying it too,
baby,” I assured her as I pressed all the way back inside.
Time and time again I thrust deep, wriggling my pubic bone
against hers, hoping to press Beryl’s fingers harder into her clit.
The moans had turned into little screams and her body began
to shiver then shudder. I gave a silent sigh myself for I was so near to
going over the edge as well. Beryl looked into my eyes and I could
see the tears; her emotions were near breaking point too.
“Ugh,” Jacquie gurgled and then with a cry of exhilaration,
shuddered her way to her first orgasmic climax with her new
husband and wife. Her cries of pleasure were loud and long,
definitely would have been heard by anyone else staying in the
house. That could become a problem if the whole family moved in as
I had been thinking through; not so much because of Giselle as my
plans for her were well and truly on track. Giselle would be
witnessing her mother’s pleasures with her own eyes before too
much longer. But the two youngsters might begin to think their
mother was being tortured rather than pleasured and they were far
too young to understand the ways of adults just yet.
Then I groaned my way to my own climax, jetting sperm to
the depths of her insides. Oh, man, it was fantastic. She was only the
second woman I’d fucked in my life and it was good, very good.
Better than Beryl? Damn right it was but there was no way I could
tell either woman that little home truth. Maybe once Jacquie had
become accustomed to fucking a man again, she would become more
complacent and less exciting to me but right now, with my cock still
giving little aftershocks of spurts, she was the best fuck yet. I suspect
my first time between Giselle’s legs would be similarly exquisite,
which was something to contemplate, that’s for sure.
Jacquie’s arms were around my neck and shoulders and she
was crying with joy, her whole body rocking me back and forth as
she held me tight. I was exhausted, after all it was the fourth fuck in
the last two days and this one had not only drained my sperm supply
but my energy as well.
I finally rolled off, my cock as limp as a wet rag and glistening
from our combined juices. Beryl leaned over and kissed me as
lovingly as she had in ages. “Thank you, baby, you’ve made my wife
very happy,” she smiled.
“Suck her dry,” I directed, “and then you can clean me off
too.”
It was quite a while before I felt her suck my cock between
her lips and quite a while longer before she scrambled along my side
and kissed me with very wet lips. We laid still together, me between
them, our heads touching and I do believe we slept the sleep of the
angels.
“Oh, my God, look at the time,” I heard a voice cry out and
the naked Jacquie slipped from my arms. “I have to collect the kids.”
“Leave your underwear,” I dictated, without looking at her. I
was still exhausted. When we stirred some long time later, there was
her bra and panties on the foot of the bed, covering one of my feet.
Chapter Thirteen
The sleep had helped somewhat and after dinner I left Beryl
and switched on the computer.
Giselle’s message was first on the list.
You ask me such embarrassing questions and I
don’t know how you can guess the truth about my
private thoughts. Yes I was excited, more than I had
ever been I think after Mum finished her talk about
sucking men’s cocks. There I said it: Cock, cock, cock,
cock and cock! Suck, suck, suck, suck and suck! Suck
cock, suck cock, suck cock, suck cock and suck cock!
I went to bed thinking more about the pictures
she showed me in the book rather than what she
explained to me. The strange thing was the girl had a
smile on her face while she had his cock right inside
her mouth. I can’t imagine what it would feel like
especially when he shot his sperm off.
Anyway, I did stroke my breasts and that soon
made me push my pyjamas down and stroke myself.
Yes I was wet if you want to know. I’m just glad Mrs
Lewis hadn’t arrived ‘cos she was due any minute (so
now you know I have my visitor right here with me as I
type this)!!!
I’ll bet you have a boner reading this. You’d
like to see me wouldn’t you? I mean while I stroked
myself last night. Ha, ha, dream on. I might even do it
again tonight – Mum’s going to talk about something
else so I guess I’ll get excited again. Oops, she’s
calling me now – I’ll bet she already has the book
open.
Bye.
Yes I had a boner alright but neither the strength nor
willpower to do anything about it. I decided it was time to raise the
bar another level or two.
You are quite clairvoyant yourself, young lady.
Yes, your words did give me a boner as you say. I call
it an erection and the boys at school no doubt call it a
hard-on. It was wonderful to read about such private
moments and indeed I would kill to watch you. May
I???
Now I’m just wondering, seeing as how you are
happy to write about those things you’d never tell your
mother, if we could get together and talk about them,
face to face. You might feel a bit embarrassed at first
but I think it would be more exciting than just
answering e-mails. Besides, you’d get to see my
‘boner’ (covered, of course) because I’d never be able
to hide the bulge… don’t laugh.
I would become very excited watching your face
blush with embarrassment as you tell me secret things.
There is another option but I’d much prefer this
one.
She will almost certainly ask what the option was and
probably take it for now but it was a good way of sowing the seeds to
eventually win her agreement to my dominance. Only she herself
now stands in the way; her mother will have no say in the matter and
to watch mother and daughter laying naked each side of me makes
me dream filthy dreams.
Beryl and I visited Jacquie the following day and both women
were naked before the door slammed shut. They were ferocious;
kissing, sucking, stroking, licking, nibbling; all this while I sat
silently by, watching every movement.
I had slipped into Giselle’s bedroom to take a pair of soft frilly
panties from her draw and was now stroking my exposed cock
lightly. I didn’t really want to cum today because my balls needed
time to recover from the last couple of days, but with a sight like this
before me, I couldn’t help myself.
Beryl noticed what I was doing and whispered to Jacquie who
looked across.
“They’re Giselle’s aren’t they?” She asked without any
animosity.
I nodded and Beryl smiled and said to her wife, “He’ll want
your girl next.”
Jacquie looked into her eyes and just smiled. It was almost
tacit approval I thought. Shit, I spurted into the panties before I could
do anything about it. The girls watched until I’d calmed then looked
into each other’s eyes and kissed passionately before returning to
their lovemaking. I hadn’t the strength or arousal to watch any
further and walked back to the kitchen and made myself a strong cup
of coffee. We were a very happy family and I smiled at the thought of
becoming a much happier one in the months to come.
What’s the option?
That’s all the message said. Yes, I am a genius.
There is a program called ICQ that works like
a chat room. We can send messages back and forth
straight away just as though we were talking on the
phone except this is typed. You type something then I
reply and you respond etc.
Maybe we can use that for a while and blush in
private before you decide to sit beside me and tell me
all your secret thoughts face to face.
Would you like to set that up instead of these
slow e-mails?
It didn’t take long for the reply to come through.
Yes.
Well that’s straight to the point. I sent a message detailing
how to download the program and then “knock on my door” when
she has it in place. I had already set up my end using the username
mrlewis and told her to use mrslewis for which I knew she would see
the significance. It made it just that little bit spicier, I thought.
Then there was utter silence from the ICQ. I knew it was
working correctly because she received my first message and
responded with a curt note to say so. It was over a week after that
without any message from her at all despite me sending something
every evening. I know she must have received them because they
were accepted every time.
So, I sent an e-mail asking what was wrong. That took several
days of silence too.
G. Is your cock hard yet?
The little bitch was teasing me, I thought.
R. What’s it to you?
G. I was just wondering, seeing how I haven’t
told you any dirty little secrets yet.
R. If you think you’re smart or funny keeping
me waiting, you’re not. You’re just a little tease who
should get your bottom spanked.
G. I suppose you’d like that – dreaming of
spanking me?
R. It’s not so much a dream as inevitable.
G. That’s what you think. I’d never let you.
R. You’d not only let me, you’d slip your
panties down and bend over as soon as I tell you too.
Then there came several minutes of nothing.
G. Mum would never let you either.
R. Don’t count on it, young lady. She will do
exactly what I tell her too, believe me. At least she
soon will.
G. Are you fucking Mum?
Now that was a leading question. I wonder where that came from.
R. What made you ask that?
G. I think she’s doing it with someone because
for the last few days she’s been as happy as Pooh Bear
in the honey pot. If you say she will obey you, why
would she be fucking anyone
else?????????????????????????????????
She had a point there but there was no way I could tell her.
R. Maybe you kids have been behaving better
these days?
G. I’m not a kid.
R. So I’ve noticed.
G. What have you noticed?
R. Breasts, what else?
G. Why am I not surprised?
We were going nowhere. It’s time I tried a different tack.
R. Alright I’m sorry but I have noticed certain
bumps on your chest. What am I supposed to do –
ignore them? No, don’t answer that. Do you want to
play Questions?
G. How do you play that?
R. We get to ask each other a question and the
other has to answer in full and be completely honest. If
an answer doesn’t satisfy the asker, the asker has the
right to ask 4 follow-up questions about the same
subject before the other person gets to ask their
question. Want to play?
G. I guess so. I suppose yours will all be about
sex?
R. Do I get to ask first?
G. No I do. How many times have you fucked
my mother?
R. That’s not fair. It’s making me give someone
else’s secrets away, whether I’m doing it or not doing
it.
G. How many times have you fucked my
mother? That’s still my first question, not the second.
R. Just once.
G. Once? Bullshit she’s been happy for weeks
now. When did you do it and where, then?
R. Alright you nosey little bi… female but it has
to stay a secret between us. You can never tell her I’ve
kissed & told.
G. Actually it sounds more like ‘fuck & tell’. So
answer the question and yes, I promise it will stay a
secret.
R. It was at our place 2 days ago and that’s the
truth.
G. Did you use a condom?
R. No.
G. Will she get pregnant?
R. I sure hope not. Ask her.
G. Was she good at it?
R. I wasn’t complaining and that’s your last
question.
G. So you bonked my Mum, well, well, well.
R. I hope you are in your room doing this, not
on the main computer.
G. Of course I am. That’s No. 1.
R. No it’s not. I haven’t asked yet but it’s this.
What are you wearing?
G. Shit, what sort of question is that? I’ve still
got my school clothes on. Does that get you horny?
R. Describe what you are wearing and that’s
still question No. 1.
G. I can’t understand how you find school
gear; a summer uniform in blue check gingham, white
socks and black lace-up shoes, sexy.
R. They would be if you were standing in front
of me with your hands behind your back.
G. Oh, I don’t think I’ll ever understand men.
Or maybe it’s just because you’re an old man – is that
it?
R. It’s rude to laugh at your elders. Now, you
haven’t finished your answer. What’s under the
summer uniform?
G. Fairly obvious question. I’ve got white
cotton school knickers and a white cotton bra.
R. Sizes please.
G. This is getting very private! Alright, the
knickers are size 10 and the bra is 30A. Seeing as I’m
not wearing anything else I guess that’s the end of
your question. Do I get another turn?
R. Yes but please remember to call them panties
from now on. It sounds sexier.
G. I can’t believe I’m hanging around to give
the hots to an old man.
R. I’m still young enough to be able to please a
woman you know, even a young one.
G. Yeah right, like Mum who’s been happy as a
bitch in heat for weeks but you start bonking her 2
days ago and that’s the reason. Come on.
R. Would you let me ask the next question?
G. It’s my turn but I will if I can ask more than
5 questions for my next one.
R. Are you still a virgin?
Suddenly her end of our connection was disconnected. Oh,
man, have I botched it up already?
It was Jacquie’s turn to visit us. I told Beryl she had to answer
the door completely naked and stood by as the doorbell rang.
“Oh, my God, who is this beautiful goddess?” Jacquie asked
with a smirk towards me as soon as she spied her new wife. “Shall I
get that way too?”
“Yes indeed but not until I get the camera ready,” I told her
then raised the small digital video recorder. “She’s going to strip
you, and then you are both going to make love until both of you have
genuine climaxes. Make it fairly quick girls, a quick cum is a good
cum, you know. We’ll have this little record for the rest of our lives.”
“Promise you won’t put it on the internet,” Jacquie urged me
doubtfully.
“I make no promises. You obey what I say, that’s all. It’s
called trust, Alec.”
“Alec?” Jacquie queried.
“It’s my nickname for you; it saves a syllable.”
She gave me a dirty look then opened her arms to give Beryl a
very passionate lover’s kiss. I was videoing them from the outset and
by the time Jacquie was down to her bra and panties, my cock was
rearing to go. It’s an uneasy feeling with an erection that tries to
force itself against your underwear but can’t win. Sort of makes one
wince a bit.
The two women were wonderful actors because they were just
being natural and the love for each other showed up very clearly.
They took turns to suck each other’s tits then Beryl knelt and parted
her partner’s pussy hairs so she could clamp her mouth over
Jacquie’s vulva.
It wasn’t long before Jacquie began to moan and shiver so
they moved to the bedroom and began to stroke each other’s breasts
and pussy. They hadn’t done a sixty nine in front of me before but it
was obvious they had practiced it because they seemed to be expert
at their tasks. Beryl was on top and Jacquie placed a pillow under her
neck to get a good hold of Beryl’s upside-down cunt. Heads were
bobbing up and down and an occasional tongue was caught but
mostly both slits were well covered by the lips of the other.
Jacquie came first and then she became more vigorous in her
attention to Beryl’s needs. Soon Beryl started her own cries and
whimpers which I had heard many times before. The thing was this
time her shudders of pleasure burst forth so quickly I was stunned.
Was she faking now or was she faking when I fucked her? Maybe I’ll
never know. What I had however was incredible footage of two sexy
women completing their lovemaking by clinging to each other in the
afterglow, whispering and stroking each other until they had calmed
completely down.
I wanted to do something dirty with them but couldn’t take it
on myself to disturb them right now so I sidled from the room and
opened my computer.
Damn, still no word from my dream girl.
“Rodney,” I heard a voice calling coyly.
They were still in each others arms but looking at me as I
stood in the doorway.
“We have a husband to please,” Beryl said, smiling happily as
she held her arm out towards me.
“You get to choose, husband,” Jacquie added.
“Choose what, the wife or the deed?”
“Both, darling, whatever your heart desires.”
“Well I do have need of some stimulation and fellatio sounds
good today. Is it on the menu?”
“Whatever the man desires,” Jacquie said with a little giggle
as she looked into Beryl’s eyes mischievously.
I stripped in record time and lay flat out beside them, my cock
reaching for the sky. “Let’s play a little game,” I suggested.
I could see they were suspicious but that didn’t worry me.
“You take turns, each getting five sucks of ‘Spencer’…”
“Spencer?” Jacquie asked with a surprised look.
“Sue. He’s real so he has a name,” I explained seriously. “As
I was saying, then the next one takes over. Whoever gets the
mouthful wins and doesn’t have to swallow. She gives the elixir to
her partner who must swallow it down, no wasting man’s precious
seed,” I told them seriously.
“Oh, yeah? Elixir? I’ve heard better names than that,” Jacquie
murmured which caused them both into a fit of laughter.
“I haven’t finished yet. Whoever loses and by then has a
stomach full of elixir,” I said with emphasis, “then receives two
stripes across her ass cheeks from my belt. And I promise to lay it on
as hard as I can. Are you game enough to play, ladies?”
There was stony silence for a moment then Beryl pipes up,
“He wouldn’t dare do that to me before, you know but let’s humour
the man. I mean whatever he gives now will be repaid in full later on,
don’t you think, my darling?” She kissed Jacquie and they both
crawled either side of my cock.
Jacquie took first control and soon gave way to Beryl. Now
Beryl wasn’t all that happy about fellatio, in fact it was quite rare so
to see and the way she went about her task was quite surprising. To
compare the two, Beryl was in front by a country mile. She was
really quite exciting actually.
Their turns changed hands quickly, each eager to clamp their
lips over my dong, hoping against hope to secure a fast resolution. It
was good, there’s no doubt about that and despite the “old man” digs
from young Giselle, between the two suckers and the suckee’s
willpower, my cock remained at full mast throughout.
The first tingle of climax rose but I tried to hide that from
them. Spit was everywhere, dribbling down my cock into the hairs at
each mouth change. But it was Beryl who thought it out properly and
the moment she cupped my balls and lightly stroked I bucked and
disgorged several spurts.
“Oh, fuck,” Jacquie moaned.
Beryl’s face was a delight to see. A smile of satisfaction while
trying to avoid any spillage was interesting. Then she pushed her
wife over and laid her mouth over the loser’s. Jacquie remained still
for just a moment then leaned up on one elbow, looking straight at
me and made a big show of swallowing.
“First spunk I’ve consumed in five years,” she declared
almost proudly. “Well, sadist, how do you want me?” She asked,
kneeling on all fours and wiggling her bum.
“Not today, my dear. I’ll leave you time to think about what’s
to come but I promise I won’t forget. This is just the first of many
dreams I’ve conjured up for you two. And Giselle as well, in time,” I
added to see the reaction.
“I know you want her, Rod,” Jacquie responded seriously.
“Beryl knows too. We’ve talked about it, you know. I don’t object
but you must be gentle with her. She’s a beautiful girl, you know.”
I looked into Beryl’s eyes and there was no sign of disgust or
objection at all. I was stunned into silence.
For quite a time I couldn’t get any words out, my mind was
spinning so much. The shock of having their acceptance was
foremost but the anticipation of having access so easily just threw
me.
“I told her about us, you know,” Jacquie said eventually. “Not
about her becoming involved but about Beryl and you and me
together. She won’t tell a soul, I promise that but you have to find a
way to convince her of you want to use her too. She’s on the Pill you
know although she doesn’t realise it. The doctor prescribed it to get
her periods regular and I’ve kept giving her a packet each month just
in case she gave way to some boy friend, not that she’s got any I
know of. But it wouldn’t be smart to start before she turns sixteen.
That’s only a few months away, anyway.”
I looked across to Beryl who had taken it all in, in silence.
“Beryl?” I asked.
She returned my gaze and leaned over to kiss me on the lips.
“Just don’t throw us over for a teenager, darling. We still need your
loving too but if it happens, with Giselle I mean, I couldn’t refuse
you that dream.” She gave me an incredible smile of reassurance.
“You do dream about cupping her little titties, don’t you, darling?”
“Oh, God,” I groaned as I came very close to shooting without
anything touching me.
“You can call me Giselle while you fuck me if you’d like,
lover,” Beryl sighed and laid on her back arms pulling me on top.
It wasn’t much of a fuck; I came in just a few strokes.
Surprising as I’d discharged into her mouth less than fifteen minutes
ago. I’m a stud, I smiled to myself… an old stud but a stud
nevertheless.
Chapter Fourteen
After Jacquie left to collect her kids, Beryl and I remained
naked on the bed. Me? I was stuffed but I knew it was time to talk
things through with her.
“I’m surprised you took the Giselle thing so calmly,” I told
her.
“So am I,” she responded. “Do you want to fuck a teenager,
baby?”
“Shit, what a question. What man doesn’t? Does it hurt you to
think about me doing that?”
She was silent in thought for a few moments.
“No, I don’t think so. It’s just thinking about an old man
going on 60, nestled between the thighs of a sixteen-year-old,” she
said then put the back of her hand over her mouth to hold back the
giggles. It didn’t work so I let her take the mirth for a while then
pulled her body on top of me.
“What’s so funny about that, old lady?” I couldn’t help the
dig.
“Do these tits look like an old lady?” she asked, sitting upright
over my hips. No she looked as young as Jacquie. Her nipples pouted
on breasts that showed hardly any sign of droop. Of course I
wouldn’t point that out anyway; silence is the better part of valour
sometimes.
“No sweetie, they are superb. You can match those with
Jacquie’s any day.” I could see the pride well up in her eyes as she
leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips.
“Do you like your new arrangements? Harem Master, no
less.”
“Do you?”
“I like sex with Jacquie,” she sighed. “It’s different but I still
couldn’t do without this baby,” she said, patting the head of my very
soft cock that poked out from under her cunt hairs. “I like
cunnilingus, Rod. It was something I avoided with you just like cock
sucking as you well know but having her tongue lap me up these
days, I couldn’t think of stopping you or her from now on. And if it’s
not too much of a shock, I’ll give you good head whenever you need
it. All you have to do is ask.”
I smiled one of those satisfied smiles at her. “Wow, I have
done something right for once.”
“What?”
“Well, it wasn’t really Jacquie who said she was in love with
you. I told that story to both of you and you just accepted the fact as
truth. When you two first got together you thought she wanted to
have sex with you and you thought the same of her. It was easy. I’m
a genius.”
“You dirty old man. But I have to tell you this; both Jacquie
and I knew what you told us. We talked about it well before we came
into each other’s arms that day. We ladies are not fools, baby. I also
knew about the panties, bra and Kotex pad the day after you soiled
them in Giselle’s bedroom.”
That was a surprise. “Hmm, so what else do you know?”
“Oh, the massages were a masterstroke, baby. You won her
over that first day when you made her cum for the first time in years.
She couldn’t wait to tell me. I also know about the e-mails. Is that
how you plan to get Giselle out of her clothes?”
“Shit, is nothing sacred? How did you know that?”
“Jacquie was sitting beside Giselle when she answered every
message.”
“You’re joking,” I exclaimed in shock. “She… She promised
she wouldn’t tell anyone. She promised.”
“Of course she did. What did you expect? The fact is, Jacquie
and Giselle have no secrets at all from each other. Giselle knows
everything about our ménage a tois and in fact is chaffing at the bit
to join in.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned. “How could a mother do that to a
fifteen year old?”
“It’s called trust. They trust each other.”
“So what am I supposed to do now? Just wait until Jacquie
brings her to me?”
“Oh, no, you still have to woo her but let me suggest this;
keep on talking on the computer and press the girl for all the sexy
information you can. Giselle loves to talk sexy so you could guide
her that way. I suspect on the day of her sixteenth birthday, she will
be standing before you on full display for whatever your dirty old
mind has in store. I’d also suggest you don’t go too hard on the strap
or canings of the youngster for the time being. Let her watch her
mother and I take a few strokes first and see the results afterwards. I
do imagine you’ll get rather horny after reddening our bums a bit,
won’t you?”
“How did you…?”
“Oh, yes I found what you have hidden in your cupboard,
baby. It wasn’t such a surprise when you chose your belt for the
loser, you know. Well you have spanked me a few times so I know
how excited you get afterwards. Just make sure Giselle understands
the beatings are a precursor to the pleasures later, O.K.?”
I simply nodded; my mind in a dream. It seems I had been
manipulated all the way along.
“Don’t look so stunned, Rod. We both love your sex and we
want lots more, I promise.” She peeked between her legs.
“Unfortunately I see you really are fucked out right now so I’d better
ask for a blow job, is that alright?”
Without my agreement, she rolled off me onto her back,
spreading her knees wide apart and placing her fingers either side of
her cunt to part the hairs, said, “Come on, Tiger, make your number
one wife happy.”
Half way through my task I decided the hair had to go.
R. Now read this carefully, young lady. First
answer the question or I promise, your cute little bum
will become so red you won’t be able to sit down for
several days. Imagine having Gym in that state?
Secondly, it’s about time you accepted my word
as final. Whatever I direct you to do from now on, I
expect to be obeyed. And that means immediately,
understand?
I knew she was on line of course but the screen remained
blank. It looks like we were testing each other and I suspect Jacquie
was sitting beside her, holding the strings.
G. The answer is yes.
Finally, I sighed.
R. And the rest?
G. Yes, I suppose.
R. You realise that means anything?
G. I know what you want.
R. Maybe, maybe not.
G. You want me to do things, don’t you?
R. Of course I do. That’s why I told you I expect
obedience from now on, not this unresponsiveness I’ve
been getting.
G. I’m not yet sixteen so you can’t… you know.
R. Tell me.
G. You can’t have sex with me yet, can you?
R. Have I asked that?
G. All men want to, I know. Mum tells me things
about men.
R. So you and she are great authorities on men,
are you?
G. I… I’ve never done it, you know.
R. I’m glad to hear it but seeing as the first
answer was “yes” I suspected that anyway.
G. It’s not funny. It scares me.
R. What scares you?
G. Having to let you… you know.
R. So without even demanding it, you’re going
to agree?
G. I guess that’s what we’ve been talking about,
isn’t it? But I don’t want to be hurt. Mum says it does
hurt the first time.
R. Maybe whoever does it that first time might
be a good gentle lover. Have you thought about that?
G. I don’t want to think about it at all.
R. I insist you do and I insist you ask your
mother for the details of what happened to her the first
time. That’s something I except you to be obedient
about tonight. Don’t forget.
G. Yes, Sir, Lord and Master.
R. Don’t be cheeky.
G. Sorry.
R. Have you taken your clothes off in front of
your mother lately?
G. What? You must be crazy.
R. I’m your Master, remember. This is my
second demand and it will be the last for tonight. Right
at this minute I want you to stand up and strip all your
clothes off. Absolutely everything. Then I want you to
go to your mother and show her everything. Tell her
she has to inspect every inch of your body. There is no
option here, young lady. Tomorrow, I want a detailed
report on what happened.
With that I logged off before she had a chance to object in any
way. Especially with Jacquie sitting beside her as I’m sure she was, it
was going to be a most humiliating experience. I wish I’d told
Jacquie to put her video recorder on but I guess the written word
could be just as descriptive.
Damn, I was a dirty bastard.
Jacquie came over as soon as she dropped the kids at school.
As soon as she got inside she took my face in her hands and kissed
me fervently.
“Thank you, thank you. You’ve no idea how sexy last night
became, for me at least. I don’t think my girl enjoyed it much; you
should have seen her face when she read your demands but she has
the most exquisite body and she has all the bits that go together to
make a little dreamboat.”
Beryl was all ears because I didn’t tell her about the ICQ
message.
“He told her to strip herself naked and show her body to me,”
she explained to her friend… no, her wife; let’s get it straight. “Oh,
Beryl, she’s a beauty in the making.”
“So you got a good look at all the good parts?” I asked
casually.
“Hey, Mr. Cool,” Jacquie said sarcastically. “I got close up
looks and you’ll cream yourself when you finally get to see.”
“We are talking about your own daughter, Jacquie,” I
reminded her.
“Baby, I don’t care. It just made me feel so sexy knowing she
hated every moment, I had to go to bed and jiggle my whatsit.”
“Want a proper jiggling now,” I asked smugly.
“Course I do but it satisfied me last night, smartie-pants.”
“O.K. But you both have a job to do before the Great Jiggler
has his way. Here, catch,” I said, throwing a large tube to Beryl. “Go
take a bath together and use this. Everything below the shoulders
goes, understand?”
“What is it,” Jacquie asked, clinging to Beryl who was
reading the label.
“Oh, Shit, we’re going clog up the plughole with hairs, baby,”
she told her partner with a wry smile. It took them over two hours
before they re-surfaced. With squeals of either excitement or
embarrassment when they saw me move towards them, they both
covered their vulvas with their hands and made for the bedroom.
Where else? I asked myself.
In those few seconds before I arrived, they managed to get
between the sheets and pull the covers up to their chins. Like two
guilty schoolgirls they looked at each other, bright pink faces
covered in smiles and giggles and snuggled further down until all
there was left was two beautiful outlines of the female form.
“Are you going to show me or do I have to put each of you
over my knee first?”
“We’re not sure whether we need you any more, Rodney
dear,” Beryl’s voice rose from the lumps beneath the bedclothes. I
remained the silent one amid the two giggling females.
“Either show yourselves in all your glory or pay the price.”
“We’re very expensive,” Jacquie simpered. “We think it’s you
who should pay the price, dear husband,” she continued. “I mean
how are two young girls like us to survive if men don’t pay us the
appropriate entrance fee.” This brought hoots of laughter and they
pulled their knees up to their chests from the hilarity.
My cock told me it was time. I crawled onto the bed between
them and took hold of the bedclothes immediately over the top of
each of them. Then with a mighty pull, of the covers they were
finally unclad and lay on their backs, laughter showing all over their
faces, pussies still covered from my view by cupped hands.
“Please, Mister, we’re just two innocent schoolgirls. Please
don’t hurt us,” Jacquie pleaded with innocent looks.
“Then you’d better let me see what I’m buying, hadn’t you?” I
suggested. Damn, my cock was pressing against my trousers,
desperate for release from its stricture.
And there they were; two naked pussies in the apex of their
closed legs, the slit prised apart by each woman’s extended labia. Oh,
my God, they looked twenty years younger. Even Beryl’s breasts
which looked as firm as I remember when I first loved her, added to
the overall prize. I was a damned lucky man.
“Open wide, girls.”
I had no option but crawl between each pair of legs in turn to
kiss then penetrate the pinkness with my tongue. I’d often imagined
Beryl like this but could never have suggested it in a million years,
until now, that is. After several licks as deep as I could go, I moved
to Jacquie, fifteen years younger but no more impressive than my
own Beryl’s snatch.
Their giggles calmed as they were loved. To kiss a woman
with a hairless sex was 7-star luxury. No wet hairs, nothing to get in
my teeth; no sandpaper chaffing of my lips or tongue. Just smooth
scented female flesh that my tongue glided over as though the
surface had been oiled just for me.
“Thank you, ladies,” I said, finally satiated of the long held
dream. “No more hair from now on, understood.”
In unison they agreed, “Yes, Master,” then giggled as only
happy girls can.
“We need you naked, Master,” Beryl suggested. It didn’t take
me long to release Mr. Hard-on and it was quite a relief.
“Now, who’s going to be first?” I enquired.
“Me, me,” both of them pleaded. This harem thing was sure
growing on me. But I had other ideas.
“Right, my little sex slaves, your Master commands the use of
your mouths.”
“What, after all we did to get this?” Beryl reminded me
incredulously, opening the pouting lips as if to say, “Fair go, what’s
going on here?”
“My decision,” I said and knelt up near their faces. They soon
learnt to share my cock between them as they sucked me near to
orgasm. Just before the explosion, I took charge of the final gusher
and had them lay cheek to cheek and, much to their disappointment,
I sprayed each of them from face to vulva with several good squirts
each.
“Uh, uh,” I cautioned as they tried to wipe the strings of
sperm off. “Firstly I want you to smooth the juices over each other,
but not rub it in. Keep it nice and gooey.”
“Bloody men,” Beryl moaned as she shared the task with her
wife.
Then as quickly as I could I took a box of tissues and began to
lay individual sheets over each female and pat them down. Even
their faces were covered and I made small airholes for their nostrils.
Soon they were both clothed in thin layers of white that became
soaked with the drippings of my seed.
“Now, ladies, you are to remain perfectly still until it all dries.
It shouldn’t take long,” I said, directing a small heater fan over their
prone torsos. “Ah, I never realised how wonderful this would be.
Can you hear it?” They couldn’t answer so I did it for them. “Silence.
Can you hear the silence?”
I was a bit surprised they didn’t speak through the tissues but
they kept their lips still. I really had no idea what to do with them
once the tissues had become glued to their bodies but the sight as
they laid there soon gave me a marvellous idea.
Chapter Fifteen
I reckoned an hour would do it but I checked them regularly,
unknown to them of course because their eyelids were glued closed
as well. But the heater dried them off quite quickly. Maybe that’s
what I needed in my boyhood days of wet dreams. I usually had to
creep into the laundry the next morning to discard the sticky pjs.
Anyway, there they lay, covered with the thin film of tissues,
the pinks of their bodies showing through. I put my hand on Beryl’s
breast and found it quite firm, the packaging as well as the breast.
My touch made her jump for I had come in silently.
“Ah, they are alive,” I told myself aloud. “Well, wives of
mine, I want you to think back a few years, quite a few years. Back to
when you were young girls, probably laying on your backs awaiting
the presence of the man who was about to take that most precious
gift a young lady has to give. I know all about Beryl’s experience
because I was the lucky fellow to whom she presented that gift.
Jacquie is still to explain that moment in her life to me but she will
before long.”
I let them have a few moments to contemplate my words.
“Today, young ladies, we are going to recreate that moment
for there is a barrier to be broken once more.”
Jacquie moaned. I’m not sure whether from fright or pleasure
but the moisture around her nostrils indicated she was breathing
quite heavily. I decided to take Beryl first.
The tissues, thin as they were, still held her thighs firmly and I
had to force her knees apart and upwards so I could kneel at the
junction, that now very naked junction, hairless yet swathed in the
dried spermy tissue.
“Oh, baby girl,” I swooned as I stroked my thumb across the
hardened lips of her slit. “I really thought a girl’s hymen was a little
deeper inside but no, here is the barrier, right here,” I concluded
aloud for both to hear. “My dear virgin girl, I promise to be gentle
but you must be brave.”
Beryl gave a little snigger through her nostrils but Jacquie was
becoming quite loud with her moans as she shook her head from side
to side. I squeezed my cock to force some pre-cum out and thus give
my entrance some chance of breaking through without hurting her
too much, or me.
But as soon as I touched the tip against the hardness of the
tissue, the wetness melted the barrier and I was in before I realised it.
Beryl laughed as well as she could but saliva set her lips apart and
she sniggered as I plunged to my full depth. Beryl’s cunt can take my
whole length and then some. I cupped her tight breasts and began to
slowly fuck her.
Soon the slap of froth wet her clit and she began to stroke
herself. It’s funny think about it. Here we were, husband and wife
fucking each other with an outsider laying beside us, both knowing
that in a few moments I would disengage and fuck the other and no-
one objected. Well, Jacquie wasn’t objecting as much as moaning
and wriggling her head from side to side in a strange way. Hold on,
woman, I thought. Daddy’s cock is coming your way soon.
It was Beryl who decided what to do for her own hand
brought on her climax and then she immediately pushed me off and
indicated I should service our wife.
So who was I to object to that?
“Daddy’s here. Lovely girl,” I soothed as I pressed Jacquie’s
knees apart. “Daddy’s cock will soon make a woman of you, little
virgin,” I whispered as I stroked my hands over her crusted breasts
and vulva.
“Nnng,” Jacquie gurgled, shaking her head violently. Then
she broke her lips apart and in a shriek of almost hysteria cried, “No,
don’t. Uncle, you can’t do this. It isn’t right. Please let me go. I
promise I won’t tell anyone. No, you mustn’t touch me there,” she
wailed and whimpered, her whole body contorting and trying to
wriggle away.
Cheeky little bitch, I thought. She’s a real little actor, this one.
So I pressed my cock against her cunt and pressed forward.
“It’s for your own good, child,” I cajoled. “Every girl has to do this if
she wants to become a woman.”
“No, Uncle Bill, noooo,” she squealed just as my cock
plunged through the tissue barrier. “Noooo.” And there was silence.
Beryl realised this wasn’t playacting as she peeled the tissues
away from her eyes and sat up.
“Rod, what is it?”
“Quick, run a warm bath,” I told her as I picked the lifeless
body up in my arms.
There was only a few inches of water in the bath as we both
eased her limp body into the water and used a washer to wet the
tissues and remove them completely.
“She’s fainted,” I said as I felt the heart beats and saw her
chest rising and falling as she breathed. “Christ, she wasn’t playing
at all. This was for real. We must have brought back some deep
forgotten memories.”
“Oh, Rod, what have we done?”
“It’s alright, she’s not dying,” I said trying to ease her
concern. Just then, Jacquie gave a deep gasp and opened her eyes.
“Wha…? What happened?” She asked in a shaky voice.
“Shhh, baby,” I whispered, stroking her cheek. “Just relax.
You had a bit of a shock, that’s all.”
“Shock? How? What happened? Why am I in the bath?”
“You fainted, baby,” Beryl told her. “Are you feeling better
now?”
Jacquie’s eyes gazed at Beryl’s tissue covered nakedness and
then down her own body. “Oh, you’ve taken it away,” she said a
little bemused.
“Do you remember what happened, Jacquie?” I asked as I
helped her sit upright.
“Oh, I feel stupid sitting here like this,” she said, trying to
stand but her legs wouldn’t hold her. “Oh, God, what happened?”
she asked as something triggered in her mind. I could see her
complexion turn pale in just an instant.
“You… you said some things, Jacquie. I thought you were
playing out a little scenario at first but when you… well in the
middle of it, you fainted.”
She looked from me to Beryl and back again. “Did I…? Did I
say something about…?”
“It sounded like I was your uncle Bill raping you, that’s what
it sounded like, baby,” I said gently, holding her as I felt her body go
limp again.
“Help me up, please, Rod. Oh, shit, I’ve never thought about
it for years… decade probably,” she whined as tears fell down her
cheeks.
Despite the wetness, I picked her up and carried her back to
the bedroom and laid her down. She laid a hand over her eyes and
wept uncontrollably for maybe fifteen minutes. After that there was a
long silence that neither Beryl nor I broke.
“I don’t know what came over me,” she finally said. “It must
have been the darkness of the situation, not being able to open my
eyes or talk. When you started to say things about taking my virginity
all I could think of was when it really happened. It was just like being
at his mercy again.” She went silent again, turning her face away
from us both.
“We’ll leave you,” I said as I rose from the bed.
“No. No, please don’t go. Don’t leave me,” she pleaded,
catching hold of my hand.
Both of us sat back down.
“It was so long ago. I was only ten years old. I couldn’t tell
anyone even though I knew what he had done was a terrible crime
and he hurt me so bad. I was bleeding and didn’t know what to do
with all the goo that was coming out of me; out of my vagina. His
sperm and my blood staining the sheet and he did nothing to help
when he’d finished. All he said was to hide the sheet so no-one
would know.”
“You never told your parents?”
“No, how could I? I was ashamed. I was just a kid and I didn’t
know any better,” she tried to explain. “The next morning when I
was still bleeding I told my mother and she thought I had begun my
periods so she gave me pads to wear.”
“And you never told anyone you’d been molested, raped?”
“No one.”
“I think the time has come to get the burden off your chest,
Jacquie,” I suggested.
She looked into my eyes and I could see she understood.
She gave a great sigh, dropped her chin onto her chest and
spoke almost mechanically.
“I was just ten when it happened. He was visiting with his
wife, my Aunt Cathy, and they’d been there for just a couple of days
when he came into my bedroom one night after I’d gone to bed. It
didn’t seem anything out of the ordinary. He said he just popped in
to say goodnight and he sat on the edge of the bed. What was strange
was the way he kept looking at me. His eyes… well, they seemed to
look right through me. He began to say how pretty I’d grown and
started to stroke my hair. It wasn’t like he was being nasty or
anything, just a bit pushy. Then he started to say things, personal
things about the way I’d be growing up and getting boobs and boys
wanting to look at them. It was really weird. I’d never had anyone
talk like that before. It was just embarrassing. Then he said it was
time he tucked me in so I slid down under the covers and he sort of
laid along the bed with me for just a second before he kissed me
right on the mouth. It was all wet and horrible.” She actually shook
her head and shivered. “Ugh, I can still feel it now,” she gasped, still
shaking.
“Anyway then he left and I just went to sleep, I guess. I don’t
think I thought about it any more until the next day when they had all
gone into town but Uncle Bill said he wasn’t feeling so good so
stayed home. Almost as soon as they left he came into my room again
and wanted another kiss, from his favourite niece, he said. He
crowded me and before I knew it he was slobbering all over my
mouth. Then I felt his hand slip under my skirt and he was feeling me
up. No-one had ever done that. I know about what boys wanted
because my mother had said a few things about staying away from
boys. But Uncle Bill was so strong and he kept on urging me to sit
still because he wanted to show me how nice he could make me feel.
No matter what I tried to say or do, he kept on going and soon his
hand was over my pussy and he was pulling my panties down my
legs.”
She stopped talking for a short while, maybe trying to get the
courage to continue.
“Then he became really insistent that I do the same to him and
he undid his belt and opened his trousers. I’d never seen a man’s
penis before and his was really gross. All red and wet and he kept
rubbing his fist up and down telling me this is what I had to do to
him. I refused of course but he became angry and threatened to tell
my parents that it was actually me that started it if I didn’t do what he
said. I was really frantic. I didn’t know what to do and started to
panic. That was when he simply pushed me down on the bed and laid
right along on top of me, crushing me really hurtful with his weight.
And he just did it. He poked his cock into me and raped me, holding
his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. God, it hurt.
That first thrust that broke through my hymen. But he never stopped;
he just kept on raping me until I thought I was going to die. Finally
he shot his load and pulled himself out. I was just lying there, not
knowing what I should do, still dazed from the pain he’d caused but
when I looked down and saw the blood and the white goo I freaked
and started to squeal from shock. That was when he slapped me
really hard to shut me up. Then he told me to wipe myself clean with
the sheet and hide it until I could wash it out secretly. He threatened
me that if I told anyone he’d kill my parents. I really thought he
meant it so I kept quiet. Then they went home and I just couldn’t
bring myself to say anything about it. I haven’t thought about that
night for so many years, it was just something that never entered my
mind, thank goodness.”
“And then I did this really stupid thing and brought it all back
for you,” I added by way of apology.
Without looking towards me, she said in a soft voice, “In a
way I’m glad you did, Rod. It’s sort of lifted something off me, like a
weight or something. I don’t know but there seems a sort of inner
peace I’ve never noticed before.”
“Do you want to make love, baby?” Beryl asked gently.
“Would it be alright if Rod made love to me, Beryl?”
“I’ll leave you together,” Beryl said as she kissed Jacquie on
the cheek.
“No, don’t go. I want you here too. Just lay down with me
while we do it. You are my love too, you know,” she said with a
smile.
In fact Jacquie never looked at me at all while we made
beautiful soft caring love. I did all the work and her eyes never left
Beryl’s the whole while, even when her climax rose and erupted,
here eyes were only for Beryl. But as soon as it was over and my
orgasm maker had shrivelled, Jacquie’s arms went around my neck
and she drew me down onto her chest. I don’t know how long we
stayed together, the three of us but I dozed off for a while to be
woken my Beryl.
“Rod the children; it’s late; they’ll be out of school soon.”
“I’ll go,” I said, extricating myself from Jacquie’s warmth.
Chapter Sixteen
“Giselle, over here,” I called out as I drove up and saw her
waiting.
“What are you doing here?” She asked suspiciously.
“Oh, I decided it’s time we had sex together,” I said casually,
watching her reaction.
“Dirty bastard,” she simpered.
“What about ‘in your dreams’?”
“That, too.”
“Oh, Giselle, be nice to an old man,” I pouted.
“A dirty, very old man,” she retorted. “I know what you want
Uncle Rod and I’m still not sixteen so you’d go to jail, wouldn’t
you?”
“Only if some nasty person told on me.”
“You’re kidding, aren’t you?” She finally smiled, realising I
was teasing at last.
“Look, your mother’s at our place…”
“Been fucking have we?”
“Your mother’s at our place not feeling too well so I said I’d
pick you and the others up.”
That changed her attitude.
“What’s wrong? Is she very bad? Sick, I mean. Did she have
an accident or something?”
“No, she’ll be OK but she decided to stay with Beryl instead
of coming out.”
That caused a few seconds of silence before she spoke again.
“So she and Mum can do things, I suppose. I know they have sex
together, you know. I just don’t know exactly how they do it.”
“They’re probably not doing it right now, Giselle,” I said
trying to change the subject as I drove off to the Junior School a few
blocks away.
“Do you really watch them?”
“Let’s change the subject.”
“No, I want to know. Do you?”
“I have done.”
“Does Mum really like doing it? With Aunt Beryl?”
“If she doesn’t, she puts up a pretty good act. Yes, they both
like it, I’m sure.”
She was silent again. “It scares me, you know, thinking about
what you want to do with me.”
“And what’s that?”
“You know,” she said accusingly, almost bitterly.
“Tell me, then.”
“Just what every boy and man wants, I suppose. Sex.”
“But you don’t want to, I take it. You don’t want me or
anyone else to do it with you, is that it?” Damn, I’d better keep my
mind on the road, I reminded myself.
“Yes. No. Oh, it’s just… Mum told me she thought it would
be better that someone I could trust should show me, not some
inexperienced kid from school.”
“Did she now? That’s good of her.”
“But why should I let you? I mean I’d have to be naked.
You’d see…”
“I’d see what?”
“You know damn well what,” she spat back.
“We’re sort of going around in circles, aren’t we?” I said.
“I don’t know but we are at their school. There they are,” she
said pointing the two young ones out.
“Hi, Uncle Rod,” they hooted happily. “Where’s Mum?”
“At my house. We’re going there now. Hop in.”
After stopping off for some ice cream we arrived safely back
and I think Giselle was a little disappointed to see her mother and
Beryl fully dressed in the lounge.
“See, they’re not at it,” I whispered as we stood together. I got
a withering look but it made me feel very satisfied. We were building
rapport.
Tell your mother I’m going to pick you up from
school tomorrow. I suspect she’s sitting beside you so
she knows it all. After school I want you to go to the
toilets and remove all your underwear so all you’re
wearing is your blouse and skirt. There’s no arguing;
just make sure you do it then wait for me where you
were today. Do not respond to this and your mother is
not to be with you. Do not disobey me, young lady!!!
God that felt good. I would have loved to be there to hear the
response to that little demand. Nothing came through either my e-
mail or ICQ. So I waited for tomorrow after school.
And there she was in just a blouse and skirt. Her books were
clutched tightly against her chest with one hand while the other held
the front of her skirt against her thighs. My cock was demanding
release from my tight trousers but I couldn’t do anything about it just
now.
“Get in,” I told her as I lowered her side window. She had a
death-threat scowl on her face and said nothing as she slammed the
door.
So I drove off in silence.
“Mum said you can’t do it until I’m sixteen,” she stated flatly,
her face looking straight ahead.
“Your mother has no say in the matter. She does what I tell
her to and so do you, understand?”
Silence.
“I take it you did obey my instructions to the letter?”
Silence.
“Well?”
“Yes,” came in a whisper.
“Good. Well done, I’m pleased, Giselle. I really didn’t want to
put you over my knee just yet.”
“Over your knee?” She asked hesitantly. “You wouldn’t
dare.”
“It’s not a matter of wouldn’t, young lady. I like spanking
young ladies bottoms. It excites me no end. Yes you’ll find yourself
baring your tooshie to me from time to time. Maybe you’ll even grow
to like it in time. You will eventually become one of my harem,
Giselle. Wife number three, actually. You know your mother has
already capitulated, don’t you? Yes, of course you do and I know you
expect to do whatever pleases me once you turn sixteen and become
legally available. Don’t you, my little dream-girl?”
Silence for a long while this time.
“Well?”
“I don’t,” she stated somewhat tentatively.
“You don’t know or you don’t want to know?”
“I won’t let you touch me, Uncle Rod. No, I won’t, ever,” she
snapped fiercely.
“Then you’ll be spanked morning noon and night until you
do. I’m not trying to frighten you, Giselle. It’s just the way young
ladies sometimes have to be taught. Obey or be taught to be
obedient.”
Silence again but I could hear the sharp short breaths that she
was making. Her emotions were spilling over, no doubt about it.
I pulled into the narrow track of parkland and drove for maybe
half a mile to a siding and stopped the car.
She looked across to me, her body trembling with what I took
to be fright.
“What are you going to do?”
“No, it’s more a matter of what you are going to do, young
lady. I want an answer to a question. Be very careful with your
answer. Will you obey me, Giselle?”
Her face flushed pink and her head bobbed up and down a
couple of times before her chin rested on her chest and she asked
softly, “What do I have to do then?”
“Undo the buttons of your blouse, Giselle, right now while I
watch you.”
God, my cock was roaring hard.
“Oh,” she gasped and made no move to do anything.
I remained quite still and silent, watching her as the
brainwaves were churning into hypertension. And then she did it.
Her hands moved to the first button and she slowly progressed
downwards until all six buttons were loose. The blouse remained
closed but all I had to do was pull them apart.
“Put your hands over your breasts, Giselle.”
She looked across at me then with something of a sigh she did
exactly that. I then immediately eased the blouse off her shoulders so
her whole front was uncovered yet her breasts, those beautiful white
virginal mounds as yet unseen, remained that way.
“Thank you, my darling girl,” I said with all the feeling I
could muster as I kissed her on the cheek and pulled the blouse back
into place. “You can replace your underwear and get fully dressed
now,” I said as I stepped from the car to give her the privacy she had
earned. I stood and watched her through the rear window, not in the
hope of catching a glimpse of something but to know when she had
finished.
When I got back in I could see tears on her cheeks.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
“I hate you,” she wailed bringing forth some heavy sobbing.
“It was embarrassing.”
“No, I don’t think you were so much embarrassed. Maybe it
was simply relief that I wasn’t going to ravish your innocence. Am I
right?”
“Maybe,” she agreed, wiping the stains away.
“It was a test, Giselle. I wanted to know whether you could
obey me in everything and you passed with flying colours.
Congratulations.”
“It was still embarrassing,” she reminded me again but there
was something of a joke in her voice at the same time.
“Oh, you’ll be embarrassed many more times, I promise you
as I teach you the wonders of sexual pleasure. In the end, I do believe
you will reward me with unrestrained passion for my efforts.”
“In your dr…,” she was about to say but stopped in mid-
sentence and giggled. “Of course all that’s in your dreams. You’re
just a dirty old man, after all.”
“Oh, indeed I am,” I smiled back and leaned over to plant a
kiss on her cheek. But she moved her face and in fact kissed me right
on the lips. She never shied away when I went back for seconds.
It’s just one month to go, young lady. It’s time
to begin show and tell. Your mother will bring you at 2
o’clock on Saturday afternoon, dressed in your best
finery and all this whether Mrs Lewis is visiting or not.
Do not disappoint me!
I guess that has put the cat among the pigeons, so to speak. I
just had to find Beryl; I had needs right now.
Chapter Seventeen
As the doorbell rang, I looked across at my wife and she
smiled her acceptance. If this all went wrong we would both be in
big trouble but neither of us considered that possibility.
Beryl answered the door and I watched as she kissed Jacquie
full on the lips in a passionate embrace. Giselle watched closely and
I could see she was on edge. Eventually, Beryl took the young girl’s
hand and they all came into the lounge.
“Here we all are, Uncle Rod,” Jacquie announced with the
world’s greatest understatement.
“Good afternoon, Giselle,” I said with a smile as I held out my
hand, beckoning her to come to me.
She hesitated but came after her mother gave her a slight
nudge. Her hand was shivering with nervousness.
“You do look beautiful,” I told her. “Very grown up indeed.
Don’t be nervous, sweetie. It’s not the end of the world.”
She gave a nervous sigh but remained silent.
“Sit beside me, Giselle. The ladies have a little performance to
show us, haven’t you, girls?”
Indeed they had and before the youngster, who’s eyes were
now open wide in surprise, mother and aunt began to undress each
other. The room was warm and soft music played as garments were
opened and removed. It was choreographed quite nicely, I thought.
I put my arm around the girl beside me and gave her a little
squeeze to assure her everything was fine. I could feel her whole
body shivering as I held her.
Soon the women were down to bra and panties then just
panties. That’s when they began to kiss and suck and lick each
other’s nipples, so close to us that Giselle could watch everything in
close up mode.
Jacquie began to moan first but Beryl wasn’t far behind. Lips
met, hands caressed breasts and faces as the two women danced
together, their arousal rising with every passing moment. Beryl knelt
and slowly lowered Jacquie’s panties until she was completely
naked. Beryl held her lover’s hips and pressed her lips against the
hairless vulva, allowing Giselle to see a tongue reach forward and
penetrate.
I looked into the youngster’s face but she never noticed. Her
vision was completely engrossed in the vee of her mother’s crotch as
it was being pleasured.
“Ah,” Jacquie gasped as Beryl’s ministrations slowly brought
the younger woman near to climax. “Oh, God, let me lay down,”
Jacquie moaned as she collapsed onto the floor.
Beryl made sure little time was lost as she pushed her lover’s
thighs apart and clamped her mouth over Jacquie’s vagina.
“They are making love, Giselle,” I whispered, my lips
speaking into the youngster’s ear. “They are having girl sex. Does it
excite you?”
She didn’t respond at all but the blush turned deeper crimson.
“N… no,” Giselle moaned eventually. “No, she’s hurting
Mum. Look at her face, she’s in agony,” the youngster cried out.
“It’s exactly the opposite, Giselle. Look, see how she’s kissing
Beryl’s pussy. If it was hurting her wouldn’t she be crying out
instead?”
The two lover’s actions were getting me all hot and bothered
and I yearned to drop my slacks and join them but I had to chaperone
the youngster in case she tried to run for it.
Beryl gave Jacquie her second climax and then took her own
pleasure as they both moaned together. Then they were quiet,
cuddling as they lay in each other’s arms, relishing the afterglow.
Eventually Jacquie looked up at her daughter. “Come here,
baby,” she said, holding her hand out towards Giselle. The youngster
hesitated then knelt down beside the naked women.
“It was beautiful, baby. Beryl is a wonderful lover. She makes
me feel so good when she makes love to me.”
“Oh,” Beryl sighed. “Your mum makes me feel very nice too,
Giselle. We don’t hurt one another; it’s the absolute opposite to hurt.
It’s the most incredible feeling and we share it together. Rod makes
us feel wonderful too when he makes love to us but when we two
ladies frolic it feels quite different. Did we upset you?”
“Uhm,” Giselle murmured. “Uhm, I guess not. It’s just that I
never knew… well, I had no idea what you did, and I thought Mum
was in pain.”
“Want us to show you how lovely sex with another girl really
is?”
Giselle actually pulled away, just a little but back off she did.
“I… I don’t think so… not just yet,” she mumbled, quite
embarrassed.
“But there is something you do have to do today, baby,” her
mother broke in.”
“Me? What?”
“It’s not long before you turn sixteen, remember.”
“Yes, I know,” she admitted hesitantly.
“Then something special is going to happen, isn’t it?”
“You mean…? I… I don’t think I want to, Mum,” the girl
almost wept, glancing at me then away again.
“It won’t be today, baby,” her mother reminded her
encouragingly. “But there is something I want you to do today.”
Shit, we never talked about anything more than a show of
lesbian love. What’s she up to? I wondered.
Jacquie stood beside her daughter and helped her up. Then
she turned Giselle towards me. At the same time, Beryl sat up on the
sofa beside me and patted my thigh with an almost silent giggle.
Damn women, they’ve hatched this up between themselves.
“Well, Uncle Rod, here she is at last, your dream girl who’s
about to turn all of sixteen years old. Don’t you think she looks
beautiful?”
“Very beautiful,” I agreed, watching mother and daughter for
some kind of lead.
“She’s a woman already. See how her hips flare out from her
small waist?” As she spoke she ran her hands over Giselle’s waist
and hips. Oh, how I’ve dreamed of doing this. It sent my cock on the
road to instant hardness.
“Mum, don’t. It’s embarrassing,” the youngster pleaded,
trying to wriggle out of her mother’s grasp.
“Her breasts have matured too; see how they stand out now?
And I can tell you there’s a patch of soft fluffy hair where there was
nothing before.”
“Mum,” the girl raised her voice, her eyes flashing with
growing anger. “I don’t like this. Stop it.”
“You have this choice, Giselle,” her mother spoke firmly.
“Either you stand still while we show Uncle Rod how beautiful you
are, or I’ll ask him to take your panties off and spank your bare
bottom until it turns crimson. Then we’ll continue with the show
anyway. What’s it to be, young lady?”
“You wouldn’t dare let Uncle Rod…”
“Rod, here, take her and do exactly what I’ve just described.
Make sure you lay it on as hard as you can,” she told me, pushing the
girl towards me. I reached out and took her hand.
“No,” she cried in horror. “No, you can’t.” Then to her
mother, “Alright, I’ll be good but I hate it. And I hate you,” she said
to me, with venom.
“Apologise this instant, young lady,” Jacquie demanded ad
she laid a hard slap across her daughter’s backside. “Now, Giselle.”
“I… I’m sorry, Uncle Rod.”
“Give your uncle a proper kiss to show him you mean it,
young lady.”
Oh, this was becoming too much. I was so close to ejaculating
in my pants, I daren’t move. Beryl wasn’t helping much as she
stroked my thigh softly, her fingers very close to the tip of my cock. I
had to take her hand and hold it away. That made her giggle some
more. “Poor darling,” she whispered in my ear.
Then her face touched mine and she kissed me directly on the
lips. It was ephemeral for it lasted just a split second but she kissed
me.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean it, Uncle Rod.”
I can’t describe the feelings that roamed through my being
just them. Was it a dream? Was I about to have a wet dream against
Beryl’s back and then wake up? No, it was all real. I reached out to
touch her but she had stepped back against her mother before I could
react.
“That’s better. I don’t want any more nonsense, understand,
young lady?”
“Yes, Mum.”
“Good then we’ll move on. As I was saying, Uncle Rod, I’m
sure you appreciate Giselle’s little titties now she’s all grown up,”
Jacquie said, a cheeky smile on her face as she ran her hand over the
girl’s mounds.
“Oh,” Giselle whimpered; her face crimson with shame, her
eyes cast towards the floor.
“And her bottom is so beautiful. Here, Uncle Rod, feel how
firm it is,” she told me, spinning the girl around and making her take
a step backward towards me. I felt and it was true. The cheeks were
as firm as cantaloupes.
“Don’t look so sour, Giselle. Smile for Uncle Rod. You
should be happy he thinks you are so beautiful.”
She glanced upwards and gave me an imitation of happiness
but she was far from happy.
“I think it’s time to show yourself, Giselle.”
“What?” Giselle gasped.
“Just stand still, baby. Mummy will do it for you.”
With that her hands moved to the girl’s blouse and began to
open the buttons. Giselle clamped her hand over her mother’s and
cried, “No, you can’t.”
“Be very careful,” Giselle,” Jacquie warned, looking straight
into her daughter’s eyes. “One more complaint and I promise you
Uncle Rod will spank you until you can’t stand. Now behave
yourself.”
Soon the blouse was open and Jacquie pulled it out of the
skirt’s waist band. Giselle stood before me in her bra, a white cotton
affair that moulded her breasts firmly. They were what I would
describe as a handful each. Not large but very acceptable.
“Oh, Mum, this is terrible,” she wailed in abject humiliation.
Before she knew it the zip came down and her skirt fell to the
floor.
Her panties were matching white cotton, not too small, not too
cumbersome. I imagined placing my hand between her thighs and
pressing it against her mound which stood out quite clearly. Yes she
wasn’t a girl anymore.
“Remove your sneakers and socks, Giselle.”
She actually sobbed as she did so.
I felt Beryl pull my thighs apart and straight away, Jacquie
pushed Giselle between them until she had to cling to me to hold
herself upright. Oh, God, her pubis was pressed so hard against my
cock she could help but feel my erection. She tried to pull back but
her mother’s hand stopped that.
“You can hold your girl, Uncle Rod. Hold her nice and firmly
against you.” As I did so, smelling her feminine scents which drove
my desire higher than ever, she spoke to her daughter. “I know you
can feel something, Giselle, and I know you understand what that
something is, don’t you?”
The girl was silent but I felt the nod of her head. I also felt the
wetness of tears as they flooded silently down both our cheeks.
My hands held her bottom cheeks and I continued to press her
warmth against my cock. It was like playing Russian roulette. One
wrong shudder and I’d be gone. Her arms held my shoulders but she
made no effort to move back even though her mother had moved to
the side so she could watch my reactions. She and Beryl were
grinning at each other like Cheshire cats, damn them.
“No,” Giselle gasped, trying to put an arm around her back. I
wasn’t sure what had happened. Then I felt it.
The bra strap had strangely become undone and the bra was
hovering over the twin mounds, almost defying gravity.
“Stand up straight, Giselle.”
Oh, God, I moaned silently. These two women were hell bent
on making me ejaculate, no doubt about it.
As she did so, with much trepidation I have no doubt, her
mother slipped the straps down her arms and her breasts were just
inches from my lips.
“Oh, have mercy,” I groaned almost silently but I knew
Giselle heard every syllable.
“Step back, darling,” her mother urged but it was just a half
step and then she slipped the panties down her daughter’s legs.
“Stand still, Giselle,” her mother said softly but firmly.
By now the girl had given up all hope of decency. There she
stood stark naked before me, her breasts, her beautifully formed
cones with coral pink tips poked themselves towards me, within
touch. I dared not reach out for the youngster’s sake. Damn, it wasn’t
for her sake; it was for my own sake. If I tried to touch her now I’d
shoot an instant later.
And there was her matte of hair protecting the slit of my
dreams. It was curly, dark brown and glistening but not thick enough
to spoil my view of a slit with protruding clitoral hood poking
through.
“Giselle, you’re very beautiful and I thank you,” I said
stroking my hand against her wet cheek. “Thank you but I think it’s
time for you to take your clothes and get dressed. Thank you, my
darling girl,” I whispered.
She was gone in the twinkling of an eye and I shushed the two
women to shut up the excited giggles that I knew were about to echo
through the room.
Beryl pulled my zipper down and Jacquie swallowed my
erection. It took very little movement before a massive climax shot
through my being and filled her mouth. In the best tradition, she
swallowed, sighed and opened her mouth to show me it had all
disappeared.
“Oh, God, that was magnificent,” I sighed as I laid back on
the sofa.
“Want some more, baby?” Beryl asked but I was all washed
up and so was my cock.
“Take her home, Jacquie,” I sighed. “Make sure she knows
how much I loved what she did for me. Tell her I think she’s a very
brave young lady.”
Chapter Eighteen
Then the time finally arrived. I write this in
italics because the dream that I had dreamed of this
moment is so clear it needs to be presented with
special significance.
I was naked and my cock so hard the tip shone
in the glare of the bright light that flooded the bench
before me.
She too was naked. She didn’t like it one little
bit and had to be held firmly by the two women. She
was laid on her back, her knees widely parted and her
lower legs resting down over the edge of the bench
which was almost at the same height as my crotch.
“I don’t want to, Uncle Rod,” she whined. God
that made me as tight as I can ever remember. My
cock glistened from the pre-cum that oozed from the
tip and I looked down into her face, trying to show
understanding. But the only understanding that
surfaced in my mind was that the time had arrived and
my privileges were about to be taken.
Jacquie whispered soothing words in the
youngster’s ear but it seemed to make little difference.
She didn’t want to give up her virginity just now. Well,
maybe that wasn’t the case; maybe she was just plain
frightened of the pain I was about to inflict.
We had talked several times leading up to her
birthday about how I would make her a full woman
and I promised her it would be gentle and loving. She
listened but she never believed. Each time, we came
back to her inbuilt belief that I was going to cause
intense pain for my own evil pleasure regardless of the
hurt she would have to endure.
I had made one big mistake. I had refrained
from all forms of sexual pleasure for the past ten days,
wanting my cock to be as ready as it ever had for the
ritual I was about to perform. Shit, I should have
known better. My cock was as sensitive as a hair on a
cat’s ear. It was ready to explode before I even
touched her pussy.
“Please don’t, Uncle Rod,” she pleaded once
again as I leaned over to kiss her on the lips. She
could feel the dribble of lubrication on her stomach
and knew the time was near.
I kissed each breast in turn, licking and gently
sucking the nipples to hardness. Man, they were
beautiful. I massaged them for several minutes,
annoying the nipples especially to start her arousal.
Then I trailed my tongue downwards, delved into her
belly button and over her hairs until I reached the slit
of my desires.
It was already glistening coral pink; the labia
rising above the puffy outer lips, her clit hood almost
half the length of her slit. My tongue pushed under the
hood and began to tickle the little nub. She gasped. I
wasn’t sure how much pleasure she had experienced
up to now for neither Beryl or I had played with her
sexually after the day she presented her self to me that
first time. But she was certainly feeling my
ministrations now for she actually began to moan
every time the tip of my tongue pressed against her
clit.
I looked up into her eyes and whispered, “It’s
time, baby.”
This brought on a wail of objection but the girls
held her firm.
I took my cock and placed the head at the
centre of her vagina and began to press slowly
forward.
That was when it happened. There was nothing
I could do as sperm shot along the tunnel and
splashed over the slit and pubic hair.
“Rod, what the hell are you doing?” The voice demanded. I
was being pummelled from all sides.
“Wha… what?” I moaned, feeling the ejaculation slowly
easing.
“Ah, shit you’ve sprayed it everywhere. Look, I’m wet
through you bastard. Get up. Look what you’ve done. You’ve had a
wet dream.”
I finally realised the voice was Beryl’s and she wasn’t a happy
girl at all.
“Oh, God,” I bemoaned as I laid back on the pillow.
“It was Giselle, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was Giselle. I’d just poked my cock inside and I shot
my load. Damn, it was so clear it couldn’t have been a dream,” I
wailed, still not convinced. The dream was beyond reality.
“I knew I should have sucked you off again after Jacquie went
home,” Beryl grizzled. “Damn, I’m wide awake and I’m soaked. I’m
going to have a shower. Get yourself changed.”
She didn’t mention it the following morning but when we sat
down for breakfast she giggled and sighed. “You are a dirty old man,
aren’t you?”
She was right. She didn’t need an answer.
The weeks closed in on that one birthday that I had been
anticipating all these months. Just a week to go and the girls
suggested it was time to tutor Giselle in the ways of men.
“But I can’t,” I told them. “She’s still under the age of sixteen.
I’d go to gaol.”
“Not if you don’t touch her, Rodney,” Beryl smiled.
“If I don’t touch her, how can I teach her?”
“I always knew women had superior minds,” Jacquie sighed,
shaking her head in wonderment.
“What?” I asked in all innocence.
“We are going to do the touching, Rod. Giselle will be viewer
of the acts, only. She has to know what’s in store. She has to be
taught all the disgusting things men want their females to do for
them. Right now she thinks she knows everything but frankly she
hasn’t much of a clue at all. So, tomorrow, Jacquie is having a baby
sitter come in to sit the two young ones and Giselle is coming over to
watch us participate in your sexual arousal.”
I thought about this for a while… well, for a couple of
seconds at most I’d say, then smiled and nodded my approval. “I take
it she will agree to that?”
“Oh, she hasn’t a clue,” Jacquie responded. “But she has to
know about fellatio and sperm and the holes we girls offer to the man
of our choice. Yes, she’s going to get an eyeful, no doubt about that.”
“And, my dear husband,” Beryl continued, “you are going to
be the pinnacle of decorum. You’ll get to squirt a couple of times but
we’ll be the guides for the night, not you. Understand?”
Shit, it sounded very dirty indeed. Yes, of course I
understood.
Chapter Nineteen
“Hi, dream girl,” I smiled as I opened my arms for a hug. She
actually fell against my chest and hugged me quite nicely.
“Remove your panties, Giselle,” Jacquie told her as though it
was the most normal thing to do.
“What? Now?”
“Of course now, and your bra as well. There’s no need to look
embarrassed. Uncle Rod has seen all of you already.”
“I’ll go to the bathroom,” she said as she moved out. The girls
didn’t stop her but quickly undressed before she returned.
“Oh, shit,” the young girl gasped when she saw her naked
mother and pseudo-aunt hugging each other passionately.
“Giselle, what was that you said? Did I hear you swearing,
young lady,” Jacquie demanded more than I thought she needed to.
After all, it was said in that moment of shock.
“I… I’m sorry, Mum. I didn’t mean to, it just came out.”
“You’ve been doing too much of that lately, young lady.
Come here and lift up your skirt.” The youngster blushed furiously
which made my cock tighten instantly. She turned to face me as she
raised the hem of her dress.
“Turn around. Now bend down and hold your ankles. Feet
apart, please. You should know what to do by now.” Jacquie was
showing no leniency at all. I should have intervened but if I did I
wouldn’t get to see her beautiful little tooshie getting paddled. I
remained silent, glancing across to Beryl who was actually watching
the scene quite avidly.
“Please don’t do it too hard, Mum. It was terrible the last
time.”
“You’ve have to be taught, Giselle, and feeling the sting on
your bottom is the best way I know of teaching you properly.”
There she was, leaning over with her feet so far apart I could
see her secrets as clearly as if I was parting them with my fingers. I
was at full erection and wishing I could stroke myself but dared not
to just yet. Oh, how beautiful, how absolutely beautiful the vee of her
thighs looked to me just then. Beryl came to stand behind me and put
her hands down to clutch my bottom cheeks in unison with each
spank than landed. I was very near to making a proverbial mess of
myself.
To give her credit, Giselle stood her ground, her hands
clasped firmly around her ankles as she bore the brunt of her
mother’s spanking. I counted each one silently. Seven, eight nine and
ten I counted. By then her bottom was crimson red and although she
hadn’t cried out, tears were flowing over her forehead and onto the
carpeted floor.
When Jacquie stopped, she placed a hand on the girl’s back so
she wouldn’t rise from her quite uncomfortable position. She pulled
the skirt up as far as it would go over Giselle’s back so her nakedness
was quite pronounced; the whole of her body below her breasts was
quite naked.
“You can feel her bottom now, Uncle Rod and Aunt Beryl,”
Jacquie told us in a matter-of-fact voice as thought it was something
we had done often before.
Giselle made to rise but gained another loud smack over the
reddened cheeks. “You’ll remain in place until I say so, naughty
girl,” her mother said.
“Yes, feel away,” Jacquie told me as I stretched my hand out.
“Feel how hot a good spanking leaves a naughty girl. Can you feel
the heat?”
Could I ever, I thought to myself. I could feel it even before
my hand touched down. Strangely, Beryl stepped beside me, placed
her hand over mine and guided its path across both globes and down
into the crease. Giselle gurgled her displeasure but made no move to
stop us. In fact I’m sure she thought it was just my hand doing the
exploring. And then my fingers touched the wetness of her sex for
the first time.
“Oh, God,” I murmured as Beryl made my fingers slide along
the crease. I looked towards Jacquie but the smile on her lips told me
the intrusion had her full blessing.
Then Beryl lifted my hand away and motioned Jacquie to
release the embarrassed girl from her uncomfortable position.
As Giselle stood upright, sighing with relief as her clothes fell
back into place to cover her nudity, Jacquie warned her of what she
could expect whenever she heard uncouth language flow from her
lips again.
“Now apologise to each one of us, young lady and we’ll forget
this ever happened.”
The red-faced girl gave her mother a hug and promised she
wouldn’t swear again. Beryl received the same promise but Giselle
was more reluctant to hold her as close as she did her mother, both
Beryl and Jacquie stark naked still.
I got the best apology I thought, because not only did I get
hugged quite fiercely, she also kissed me right on the lips before she
released me. Her eyes looked straight into mine for what seemed like
minutes but was probably a second or two. It was a great start to the
afternoon.
“You know what we are going to do today, don’t you,
Giselle?”
She nodded.
“What?”
“Uhm, sex things, I suppose,” she replied in a whisper.
“Is that what you’d like, dear,” Beryl asked.
“N… No, I don’t think so. It scares me. I know he’ll hurt me,”
she declared in all seriousness.
“Well, we’re not quite at that stage, baby,” Beryl went on.
“Today we, the three of us are going to teach you how to do those
things, but Uncle Rod isn’t going to do them to you. Not today.
There’s still a week or so to go before we decide on that, Sweetie.”
“He’s not?” She asked as her face seemed to brighten up with
relief.
“Not today. Now, you saw us together the last time we were
here, didn’t you?”
“You mean you and Mum? Yes.”
“Did that excite you?”
She thought for a moment. “Well it looked so strange. I really
didn’t understand, Aunt Beryl. I thought you and Mum were hurting
each other.”
“We weren’t hurting, child. We gave each other wonderful
orgasms. It might have looked like we were in pain but in fact we
gave each other incredible pleasure. Today we’re going to do it again
but this time you are going to be lying down with us so you can
watch everything we do. You will even get to hold us while we are
having our climaxes. What do you think about that?”
“Oh,” she gasped almost silently. Then she looked at me.
“What about Uncle Rod?”
“Oh, he’s got a big surprise for you, Uncle Rod has.”
I have? I asked myself. Well yes, there is one surprise I have
in store but it was actually meant for my two wives and I’m sure
Beryl doesn’t know about it at all. The surprise I have for Giselle is
all of their making, I’m sure, for they never mentioned anything to
me.
“Now, young lady, would you like to get naked with us?”
“Me? In front of you all? Do I have to?”
“No you don’t have to if you don’t want to, not at first
anyway. OK, well come here and we’ll give each other some nice
hugs to start with.”
So, there sat I, completely left out. My naked wives and my
clothed, but lacking underwear, dream girl all hugging each other,
Giselle giving little giggles as naked breasts brushed against her. Oh,
well, al least I get to watch.
It didn’t take long for Jacquie to begin kissing Beryl quite
passionately, lips wide apart, tongue fighting tongue so that Giselle
could see it all. From time to time one or the other kissed Giselle the
same way and after her first hesitancy, she joined in, her tongue
flicking out from time to time.
“Oh God,” Beryl moaned after she broke away from Giselle
the second time. “You don’t take long to learn, do you, young lady?”
“He, he, I have good teachers,” she giggled, looking across at
me to make sure I was watching.
Shit, of course I was watching, me and my hardon. The
temptation was to start stroking the hardness but there would have
been only one result if I did, so with pure willpower, I remained
faithful to the girls. What a hero?
Jacquie knelt down and pulled Giselle with her. She parted
Beryl’s hairless pussy lips and showed the youngster the coral pink
insides. Then she clamped her mouth over the wholeness and
sucked. Giselle’s face was just inches away.
“Now it’s your turn, baby,” her mother said.
“What? Do you want to suck me? My… my pussy,” she
mumbled, her face reddening by the second.
“No, I want you to suck Aunt Beryl’s pussy just like I did.”
“Oh,” she said, aghast at the thought. She even turned up her
nose but Jacquie wasn’t having any nonsense. She took the point of
one of the girl’s clothed breasts between thumb and forefinger and
pinched hard.
Giselle squealed in shock and pulled back but Jacquie told her
firmly, “Place your mouth over her pussy and lick it up and down,
baby. I’m not fooling, am I?”
The pinch must have hurt badly for the girl immediately did as
she was told. At the same time, Jacquie released the tortured nipple.
I could see the look on Giselle’s face change from one of
distaste to one of acceptance almost as soon as she began her task.
The taste was obviously not nasty at all. Soon the youngster placed
both hands on Beryl’s hips to hold herself steady as she continued
her task.
“Now it’s my turn, baby,” Jacquie directed as she laid back
and opened her legs. Beryl knelt beside Giselle and opened Jacquie’s
labia while Giselle hesitated then clamped her mouth over her
mother’s sex.
Damn, this was sexy.
“Look here, Giselle,” Beryl explained as she pulled the girl’s
lips away. “See this little pearl up here? This is where she gets her
special feelings from. Pull this covering back and make the pearl sit
up. Yes, just like that. Now kiss her again and this time press your
lips and tongue against it. It’s her clitoris.”
“Oh,” Giselle said in wonderment as she continued to look at
the exposed nub. “Oh, I never knew it looked like that.” Then she
began to pleasure her mother once again. This time, Jacquie’s
movements began in earnest and little groans of pleasure soon
floated through the air.
Giselle stopped and looked up at her mother to make sure she
wasn’t hurting but when she saw the pleasure in her mother’s eyes,
she resumed her task. The incestuous lovemaking continued for
several minutes until Giselle broke off.
“Oh, it does make my face ache a bit,” she explained to no-
one in particular.
Beryl took over and began to run her thumb over Jacquie’s
clit, occasionally licking to provide lubrication. I could see it
wouldn’t be long before Giselle witnessed a woman’s climax up
close and personal, for the first time.
In fact, the look of wonderment in the youngster’s eyes was
incredible to see. As Jacquie’s cries became louder and closer
together, Beryl whispered for Giselle to begin licking her mother’s
sex. All the while, Beryl masturbated her wife’s clit while Giselle
licked up and down along the knife-edged labia. Jacquie exploded.
Without being told, Giselle changed position so her face
rested against her mother’s cheek, as the older woman gasped out
her shudders of pleasure. Giselle’s hand cupped the other side of her
mother’s face and the two were one while the climax lasted.
Beryl continued to stroke her partner’s sex as Jacquie’s
thrilled to the afterglow. They stayed like that for maybe fifteen
minutes.
I closed my eyes and tried to bring back all I had witnessed
over the past half hour or so. It was so sexy and I was very aroused.
There was no way I could make even the slightest movement for my
cock was demanding it’s own fulfilment and I had to force myself to
think of snowfields and iced water until I calmed down somewhat.
The room remained silent until I felt someone touch my thigh.
The three women were kneeling around me. It looked as though the
next part of Giselle’s lessons were about to begin.
Beryl eased my zipper undone and Jacquie winked at her
daughter as she reached inside and extracted my very sensitive cock.
Knowing that my soon-to-be-sixteen year old dream girl was looking
at my erection for the first time was rather ethereal. I desperately
needed to cum; well my cock certainly told me that, twitching and
oozing in a way that wet Jacquie’s fingers rather copiously as she
lightly stroked her closed hand up and down my shaft.
All the while, Giselle’s eyes looked on in wide amazement.
She never uttered a sound and neither did my two wives as they gave
all their attention to the youngster. I was nothing just then. All I was
good for was holding an erection so the young one could see it all up
close and personal. I was rather taken by the fact that she showed no
distaste for what her mother was doing. The dribbling ooze had
trickled right down over her fingers and wrist yet the little Miss
Innocent took it all in with style and wonderment.
Jacquie wiped a finger over the wetness and finger painted
Giselle’s nose which brought a little giggle from her lips but she
never baulked at being coated with man’s natural lubricant. I think if
I’d been in her position I’d have gasped, gurgled and probably
thrown up but not Giselle. Her eyes were glued firmly on my cock
and I felt proud as could be.
“Feel it, baby,” Jacquie whispered to her daughter.
“What? Touch it?”
Jacquie released my hard-on and held the base. “Yes, but just
touch him gently. He might cum if you get too friendly just now,”
she warned with a smile. Giselle glanced up into my eyes, blushed
and tentatively touched the tips of her fingers against my hardness.
Then her small hand closed around me and she smiled at her mother.
“It’s hard as a rock,” she whispered in amazement.
“Imagine what it might feel like when he puts it where it will
finally go, baby,” Jacquie responded. “All the way inside you.”
“Oh, my God,” the youngster whispered. She looked up into
my eyes again and held the gaze for just a moment. To me it was
absolutely momentous.
And then Jacquie did something I never expected. As Giselle
began to move her hand lightly up and down my cock, Jacquie wiped
the wetness from the back of her hand over her daughter’s breasts
and then with both hands, began to massage them as a lover might. It
was more than I could stand and instantly the eruption took over. I
lost absolute control and my sperm spewed up my chest which
shocked Giselle so much that she jumped and the next several spurts
landed over the three women, causing much shouts, squeals and
laughter. Jacquie shouted, Giselle squealed and Beryl laughed.
Eventually the three naked women hugged themselves together and
smeared the white dribble over each other.
I may have earned some relief from the ejaculation but I was
damned furious with myself. I’d disgraced all of mankind in front of
a fifteen year old and I could have kicked myself.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I gurgled with
embarrassment.
The women, well the older ones at least, laughed aloud.
“Don’t worry, honey,” Beryl finally responded once her raucous
laughter subsided. “It wasn’t your fault. We had a bet. I bet Jacquie
you’d shoot your load within thirty seconds of Giselle taking hold
and… ha, ha… and I think I won.” That started another round of
laughter, adding to my humiliation.
“At least you showed Giselle what happens when his brain is
molested,” Jacquie quipped and the three of them fell together on the
floor, giggling uncontrollably.
“That’s it, I’m done,” I said storming out to take a shower.
The shrieks of laughter followed me all the way.
They were still naked when I returned twenty minutes later.
Beryl immediately extracted my cock but became frustrated by
the zipper opening and made (yes made, but of course with my
approval), made me remove my trousers and underpants. The big boy
wasn’t so big now so Beryl gave me a good jerk-off for several
minutes until I was stiff; the family jewels open for inspection of the
youngster.
“Something else a woman is expected to do to please the brain
before us,” Beryl explained, “is to pay absolute homage to the brain
itself, Giselle.” When Giselle’s eyes showed clearly she had no idea
what Beryl was talking about, she added, “Remember, I told you a
man’s brains dangle between his legs. Whatever is lodged between
his ears is controlled absolutely by the brains trust you’re now
looking at,” she explained, her eyes looking wryly straight at me.
Jacquie giggled and Giselle showed she now understood fully.
“So, my dear, every girl has to quickly learn the art of paying
homage and you do it like this.”
Sarcastic cow, I thought as I watched my cock disappear
between Beryl’s lips. Then she began to bob her head up and down
and Giselle said excitedly, “Oh, you mean a blow job.”
Now that brought the house down. Jacquie and Beryl went
into hysterics and Giselle, after glancing up into my eyes for just a
second became all coy and embarrassed, her cheeks glowing bright
crimson.
“Oh, you beautiful girl,” Beryl gasped eventually. “You know
more than you telling, I think.”
“I know about blow jobs, Aunt Beryl, ‘cos I’ve seen them on
the internet. That’s when we females have to take all their juice and
swallow it, isn’t it?”
“They do like to see their women honour their sperm that
way, dear. No doubt about it. They also want us to use it in many
other ways too and you’ll learn that soon enough.” Beryl looked over
to Jacquie and then added, “Giselle it’s time to discuss what we’ll all
be doing next week when you turn sixteen. We have so much to
plan.”
“Oh, goody,” my dream girl cried excitedly. “I can’t wait.”
“Rod, get lost,” Beryl almost spat at me. “We don’t want to
see you for the rest of the day.”
Chapter Twenty
Finally the day came for me as well. I lay on my pillow
picturing the now legal-aged girl on her back, her beautiful thighs
spread wide apart as she looked up to me, her arms stretched towards
me, offering herself.
“Stop thinking filthy thoughts, Rod, you dirty old man and get
that hardon soft quick smart,” my loving wife demanded when she
saw the erection poking the sheet upwards.
“Why? This is my day,” I reminded her with a hurt voice.
“This is Giselle’s day, mister. The only reason you’re
involved is that you have a cock. Otherwise you’d be totally
excluded.”
“What?” I whined aloud. “You can’t mean that, Beryl. We’ve
talked about this for months and you told me the task was mine
alone. Why are you being so cruel now?”
“It’s not a matter of being cruel, my dear husband. She may
seem old enough to cope with all those dirty things you’ve been
conjuring up in your mind… Yes, I do know the way you think when
young fluff comes onto the scene, old man. I have been your wife for
over forty years and I’m sure you’ve tried everything and them some,
out on me over the years so I know what you’ve been dreaming
about, don’t I?”
Of course she did and she was right. I knew there was no way
I was going to get my own way in the forthcoming deflowering but I
could still dream.
“So when do I get to hear about what you witches have
planned?” I mumbled like a spoiled child.
“There’s plenty of time yet but I don’t want you getting so
horny that you’ll spit your first load at the first touch of your brains.”
“That’s not fair, Beryl. A man can’t help the way his sex drive
demands everything. It’s just natural so why shouldn’t I be aroused
at the thought of her virgin pussy being thrust at my cock-head in not
too many hours to come?”
“Go and take a cold shower, Rod, a really cold, cold shower. I
want that appendage deflated right now.”
“Shit,” I grumbled as I made for the bathroom.
Nothing much happened for the rest of the day. The women
had Giselle closeted away and I wasn’t even allowed to wish her a
happy birthday. Happy birthday? Damn, the little teaser had turned
sixteen and tonight…? Those thoughts caused another swelling that I
daren’t let Beryl see.
I went for a long walk in the chilly air so it didn’t take long to
resolve my predicament.
We were sitting around the dining room table, all as cosy as
pie. It was a nice dinner. I’d got to kiss my angel on her cheek with
both women hovering to make sure I went no further. We’d each
given the birthday girl her presents, most being very sexy lingerie,
even me, but I won’t go into the story of how I came to procure my
gift. It is still too embarrassing.
Giselle was the picture of happiness. I wondered why because
she had shown distinct unhappiness about the ordeal she was to
endure this evening. She might very well feel a little trepidation
because the way my cock was feeling, she had plenty to worry about.
I had been over a week without even the touch of a hand and I know
the pool of fluids inside me was gurgling away, desperate for release.
The pride of my life, the boy downstairs had shown no signs of
subsiding since we sat down to her birthday party.
Maybe that was why she looked so happy. Maybe she wasn’t
even thinking about what was to come but I bloody well was.
It was all very intimate; a small round table where we sat,
knees touching those on either side. Giselle sat straight across from
me, all prettied up in pastel pinks, her hair in ribbons but her female
attractions covered to such an extent that I wasn’t really sure she had
any breasts at all. Well that wasn’t really true but they were well
camouflaged and I understood why she sat where she sat. It was so I
had no contact with her at all.
From time to time she glanced in my direction, giving me a
shy little smile, sometimes a soft giggle but most of her time was
spent listening to Jacquie and Beryl babbling away about everything
but the coming event. And coming was quite the appropriate word to
use, I thought.
They’d prepared quite a spread for the party, everything that
Giselle liked; roast chicken, pizza, home-made of course, French
Fries and lots of fresh fruit all peeled and set out on plates. She was
even allowed to partake of a glass of wine whereas the girls and I
partook of several glasses and that made them very happy indeed.
Thank God men per se, could hold their liquor better than women
because by the time the meal was over they were giggling away like
school children.
“So, Miss Sixteen-year-old, I think the time has come to make
an honest woman of you, my dear,” Beryl finally suggested, breaking
up the party with this one small sentence.
“Oh,” my angel gasped as she glanced towards me again. The
happiness had left her face altogether.
Jacquie took me to our bedroom, mine and Beryl’s of course
although Jacquie shared it with both of us almost as much as Beryl
did these days. Giselle went off into one of the other rooms with
Beryl.
“Just stand still, you deflowerer of innocence,” Jacquie said in
a voice I thought was a little surly. “I’m going to undress you and I
don’t want you to even think of touching me, understand?”
“Yes, O.K.,” I agreed reluctantly.
“No need to be narky,” I was told in no uncertain manner.
Why was I being picked on, I wondered? Damn it all, it was Jacquie
who was foisting the girl at me all these recent months and now I
was the bastard about to take her little girl’s virginity. Is there no
justice in this world for the male of the species? Well I guess I did
my share of pressuring the women for a crack at my dream girl but
why blame me now? If she was so much against it, why leave it until
now, that crucial minute before midnight, to start having second
thoughts?
“Hell, Jacquie, what have I done to treat me like this?”
“Just shut up and do as you’re told,” she snapped.
It left me wondering if I was even going to get a touch of the
angel.
I stood there in the centre of the room while she stripped me
bare, really bare. Then she put me under the shower; I’d already had
one today but that didn’t count. I wonder how many men have
suffered the humiliation of having a grown woman standing over
him, demanding he does this and that as he showers. Well, that’s
what she did.
“Clean that again. More soap. For God’s sake, man, that little
wipe wouldn’t have cleaned a thing. Spread yourself wider. Now do
that again. Rinse it again… “Yadda, yadda, yadda,” I thought but I
wasn’t going to say that, not when I’m so close to… Ah, the
thoughts. Damn, I’ve got another erection and didn’t she let me
know it.
I was finally cleaned to her satisfaction and as I stepped out,
she actually towelled me down and powered me, for God’s sake. At
least I was allowed to shave myself but I got the whisker test and was
made to do some of my face again. Damn woman!
The greatest humiliation was when she took my cock in her
hands and rolled a rubber right up it. “That’s to stop the leaks,” she
told me severely. “Make sure you don’t lose it.”
Now I wasn’t too big just then and thought there was every
chance of shrivelling further. What a demand she’d made this time.
Was it worth all the crap she was dishing out, I wondered.
'Damn right it was,' came the reply from the devil on my left
shoulder. The one on my right shoulder must have been gagged, I
thought with a smile.
Then she held out a pair of pj’s for me to step into; dark blue
and silky to the touch. Now that sent ‘Spencer’, (the previously
shrivelled little guy down below) into a soaring rocket and with a
little adjustment I was sure the condom was there for the duration.
“I thought you’d put her on the Pill, Jacquie,” I queried.
“Sure she is. I wouldn’t let you near her otherwise.” She
smiled wryly.
“Then why this?” I asked pointing to my groin.
“Have you any idea what a wet spot looks like on silk,
mister?”
“Oh,” I nodded. She didn’t need to say more. “So, when do I
take it off?”
“When we decide you are capable of carrying out your duties
and not before.”
“How will…?” But I got no further.
“We’ll decide, Rodney,” she assured me with a pat on the
chest as though the discussion was over. But it wasn’t.
“Now this is what will happen, husband of us all. You will
enter the room with me and wait for Beryl to show the young lady in.
She’s very nervous and you’re not to make that any worse. We’ll
all…” And so it went on. I had no idea how I was going to remember
everything but when she got to the part where my angel was… Well,
I’d better get back to reality.
Chapter Twenty-one
We entered the room, dimmed of light except for the coffee
table that had been raised somewhat and covered in a lamb’s wool
throwover. It was the only area in the room that was well lit.
My cock was poking a tent straight out in my pj’s. Jacquie
was dressed (sort of) in a very sexy nightdress that showed
everything yet hid all.
“Stop staring at my tits,” she whispered as she stood beside
me.
“Can’t help it.”
Then the door opened and Beryl entered with a smiling yet
subdued angel on her arm.
“Your new bride, my husband,” Beryl said softly, giving me a
little curtsy and a knowing smile. Giselle’s eyes were downcast
except for a nervous little glance up to my face as she too curtsied
slightly.
All the dirty thoughts built up over more that a year vanished
from my mind. She was beautiful and she was giving herself to me,
there were no doubts now.
She wore a pure white silk nightgown, which hugged every
curve and crevice of her sixteen-year-old body. Her breasts were
small as I expected them to be, just a handful, I thought as my eyes
roamed. Despite that, the gown was cut low enough for my girl to
present a most precious cleavage to my sight.
“You’re very beautiful, Giselle,” I told her and saw a tear rise
in her eye but not enough to run. Her waist and hips were those of a
woman with all the right curves and I wondered what she thought of
the man who would soon lay over her small frame and remove the
one thing she could never give away a second time.
I took her face in my hands and kissed her gently then the
other two women did the same. I took her in my arms and hugged
her to me, running my hands up and down her back and sides. She
wore a bra and panties underneath; the softness of her gown easily
allowing me to feel all.
I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear lobe which brought on a
genuine sigh of pleasure. My cock must have been poking her right
in the stomach but she never gave any indication of discomfort. I
now thanked Jacquie for the foresight in covering my dick with the
rubber, keeping ‘Spencer’ from disgracing himself.
The girls then took over and individually, then jointly, kissed
and hugged my girl for what seemed a zillion years. Giselle began to
give off little giggles as the girl’s hands roamed over her young body.
She was devouring every moment of her marriage.
Their final duty before handing her to my care was the
removal of the nightgown. With a little giggle and a quick glance
towards me, Giselle held her arms up and the silk rippled up her
body and off.
There she stood, bewitching, I thought. All that beautiful flesh
I had seen just once before but now prettied up by the presence of a
matching bra and panty set of white silk. It glistened in the beam of
light she was standing under.
“Husband you may kiss your bride,” Jacquie told me, holding
Giselle’s hand out for me to take; a mother giving her child away.
Giselle’s arms came around my neck and I cradled her body in
my arms. Our kiss was soft at first but when her tongue pressed
against my lips, then intruded, I could hold back any longer and we
were lovers kissing with abandon.
“Your dick is poking into me,” she whispered as she pulled
away for just a second. Her eyes glowed with excitement and she
giggled as I fiddled between us to get ‘Spencer’ into a more
comfortable position.
The girls let our kiss linger for several minutes then they too
joined in and all four were moving our lips between each other. No
partner was left idle for more that a second and hands were caressing
backs, necks and bottoms for what seemed an eternity.
I was getting steamed and the girls knew it for they eventually
parted us and backed Giselle towards the coffee table and sat her
down. Jacquie pulled the bow at the back of her bra and Giselle held
the garment to her chest as she lay along the table, her lower legs
hanging over the end.
“Remove her bra, Rod,” Beryl whispered.
Oh, God, I felt as though my ejaculation might erupt at any
moment as the whitest, firmest, most beautiful breasts came into
view. Breasts tipped with coral pink nipples, breasts that stood up
firmly on her chest as she lay before me.
I leaned over and nuzzled first one then the other, finally
taking one between my lips; first contact. Breath failed me and I was
light headed as I licked the tip. A soft moan came from her lips. I
suckled the other and heard another moan. The dearest girl was
becoming aroused. For a moment I laid my face in the valley and
held each breast against my cheeks. I was in heaven as her hand
reached up to stroke my hair.
“Now her panties, Rod.”
All it took was a light pull at the bows on each side of her hips
and the front fell down between her legs. She was hairless. They had
shaved her virginal hair away and her pussy lips pouted at me. Or
was that actually at my cock?
I tried to remove the panties from beneath her but Jacquie
stopped me. “It’s there to catch the evidence,” she whispered. It took
me a moment to realise the significance.
First Beryl then Jacquie knelt between the child’s thighs and
kissed the secret petals. The women worshipped as I looked on then
Beryl pushed my shoulder and I found myself looking directly into
Giselle’s parted labia. I touched the salmon pink flesh with the
lightest kiss then opened my lips and engulfed the whole. Giselle
flinched then moaned as she felt my tongue flick across the engorged
nub.
“She’s ready,” Jacquie finally whispered as she nudged me to
stand. Somehow my pyjama bottoms fell to the floor and Jacquie
whisked the condom off my rampant member. I too, was ready. In
fact I was so ready lubrication was drooling in a long thin string
down to the floor.
I raised the girl’s legs upwards until her feet caught the edge
of the table. She laid still, her virginity on offer, my cock ready to
accept.
I moved those few millimetres and touched my wetness
against the twin folds which pulsed with their own energy. My own
gut was roaring with intense tinglings.
Then I pushed ever so carefully…
“Oh, damn and blast,” I cried aloud as jet after jet of white
covered the pinkness before me.
Giselle remained calm, leaning up to watch.
‘Spenser’ pulsed.
Jacquie whispered, “There’s plenty of time, my husband.”
Beryl whispered, “No problem, baby. This will make it so
much easier to enter her. She’ll wait until you’re ready again.” Her
lips encased my cock, coaxing it towards hardness again.
I groaned with humiliation.
The End
All my stories can be found at:
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in both text and Word 2k2 formats. Titles so far are:
Family Fantasy Book 1
Family Fantasy Book 2
Family Fantasy Book 3
Neighborly Tutor Book 1
Neighborly Tutor Book 2
The Count
The Learning of Gemma Book 1
The Learning of Gemma Book 2
The Little Schemer
Training the Twins Book 1
Uncle
First short story:
Thoughts of a Dirty Old man Part 1(Preamble to this story)
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