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from Jocelyn Joyce: HAREM SONG
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Amber in England
The girl stood with one eye pressed against the peephole in
the bedroom wall, one hand pushed against her nightgown at the
joining of her thighs, her heart pounding so strenuously she
could feel her pulse in her ears. On the other side of the wall,
in the adjoining bedroom, the man had the woman on the bed on her
back, two pillows supporting her head, her dress pulled up far
enough to expose her swollen breasts. The man sat astride the
woman's waist, his erect penis jutting from the gap in his
trousers. The woman had one hand on his member, the other hand
pulling at his clothes, fumbling with the buttons. Her face was
flushed, smiling as she helped him get his trousers down around
his knees. He settled down a bit to press his organ between her
breasts, his dangling balls against her diaphragm. She had her
legs spread wide apart, her knees raised, her plump buttocks and
dark hairy cleft revealed in the yellow light of the gas lamp.
Now she put her hand on his bloated penis and she began
manipulating it, stroking it, pulling at it. Then she raised her
head, pushed her face forward and took the swollen knob in her
mouth to suck it. The man gasped, the lower part of his body
jerking as he pushed his member past her lips, inch after inch
driving inside her open mouth. She clutched at his balls with
one hand, the other hand on his buttocks, her fingers in the
crack, pulling his body forward against her face, taking all of
his penis down to the root before she allowed him to pull back
again. Her lips were wet, dripping with saliva, as now she held
just the glans in her mouth while her fingers vigorously stroked
the shaft of the organ.
On the other side of the thin wall, the girl shuddered with
excitement as she watched them, as she watched the man breathing
heavily, his eyes bulging. He grunted a curse as he moved his
hips back and forth to possess the woman's mouth. His buttocks
tensed, his spine arched, he bent his thick neck as he looked
down and watched her. Now he gripped her head with his hands,
and with another lurch he buried his member in her throat,
groaning as the hot sperm gushed out of his organ. The woman
pushed at him to make him pull back, and as he withdrew his penis
an inch a dribble of sperm escaped her stretched lips, then
another more copious packet of white fluid came out as his organ
freed itself from her lips, the sperm dripping from the tip of
his member to the valley between her lush breasts. She held the
shaft of the penis with one hand as she licked the knob clean,
the tip of her pink tongue rolling over the bulb and then behind
it along the shaft. Her eyes glassy, she returned to the tip of
his member and licked it again.
Finally, the man muttered another curse and he rolled away
to lie on the bed beside her. His head turned to the side, he
extended his hand to extinguish the gas lamp.
* * *
Amber shuddered again as she pulled her eyes away from the
peephole. Her room was dark, the only light a silvery glow from
the moonlit window. She could hear her uncle already snoring,
grunting in his sleep as he lay there beside that woman, the slut
Mary Gibbs who would let any man have her for a few shillings.
But Mary had enjoyed it, hadn't she? Amber quivered with
excitement as she remembered the woman's gluttonous sucking of
her uncle's dripping member, the licking of his sperm, the glint
of wetness on Mary's lips.
The small cottage was suddenly shaken by a gust of wind on
the heath. It was the year 1891 in the village of Bockhampton in
South Dorset, and this year the March wind from the sea seemed
angrier than anyone could remember. They said the steeple might
be blown down again, windows blown out in the poorer cottages
that had the cheapest glass. Amber walked to the window to look
at the moon a moment; she touched the glass with her fingertips
to feel the cold outside. Then she thought again of Mary Gibbs
and her uncle, and she left the window to find the bed in the
moonlight, the warmth of it under the blankets, the close
confining safety of the bed where she could slide her nightgown
back to get her hand between her naked thighs.
She was a virgin, eighteen and unbroken, her body never more
than briefly fondled by the boys when they tried to kiss her on
the heath or at one of the village dances. She never let them
get more than a feel of her breasts or bum before she whacked
their heads to chase them off. Beside the boys, there were men
who looked at her, men who wanted her, some of them rich enough
to own a carriage. She often dreamed of a rich lover, a
gentleman, a man who would take her away to London in a fancy
brougham.
Now she thought of her uncle again, secret thoughts of his
penis and hairy balls, the black hair on his body. She felt a
sexual craving, an aching torment in her belly, a rapid
concentration of lust that made her tremble. The urgent demands
of her young body could not be denied. She felt the seething
build-up in her loins as she recalled the image of her uncle's
member stretching the woman's lips. Shuddering, Amber touched
the folds of swollen flesh between her thighs, separating the
lips with her fingers, probing carefully around the hole and then
up at the apex of her slit to touch the stiff point of her
clitoris. Her limbs tensed as she pushed her fingers in her
slit, one finger rubbing her clitoris while the other fingers
explored the wet groove and the aching hole itself. Her clitoris
was erect, like a tiny member between the lips, a delightful
feeling passing through her belly each time she touched it. She
closed her eyes and moaned, responding to the tightness in her
chest. Her body jerked, a powerful contraction of her limbs, her
fingers rubbing furiously to produce the ultimate shuddering
ecstasy, wave after wave of pleasure passing endlessly through
her virgin cunt.
* * *
Oliver lay on his side with his chest and belly pressed
against Mary's back. He was awake now, the evening drunk worn
off, his head clear and his member rising again between Mary's
broad buttocks. She was a blowzy slut, but she knew how to give
a man his pleasure. Even as she continued snoring, she stirred
against him, rubbing her bottom against his penis and balls,
bringing the lust to his belly again. He took one of her fat
breasts in his hand and he held it so the nipple tickled his
palm. But the wench he wanted was in the other room, not in this
one; the one he wanted was Amber. She was eighteen now, a girl
with the face of an angel, auburn curls, and a backside that made
his mouth water. He would not stand any man in the village
having her before himself. He'd break her in, keep her for the
fucking awhile, and then get a good price for her from one of the
widowers who could afford it. What he hadn't settled in his mind
yet was how much he ought to ask for her, how many pounds she was
worth as a wife to someone. His hand squeezing Mary's breast, he
imagined the money in his pocket and what he could do with it,
the whiskey and beer at the pub, get a horse and cart maybe, some
new clothes, be the envy of all when he did his shopping in
Dorchester and brought the packages home in a cart. It suddenly
occurred to him he ought to be at her soon, strip her down and
take her, be done with it before one of the boys in the village
had her. He thought of Amber's smooth white body as he pressed
against Mary, of Amber's breasts and belly and ass. His penis
twitched, fully erect, the knob pushing between Mary's round
cheeks as though it had a mind of its own.
Mary muttered and came awake as she felt the member tickling
her cunt from the rear. She wiggled her hips and raised one leg
to get the knob settled at the entrance. "Go on," she said with
a grunt of satisfaction.
But Oliver wanted something else. He seized her body with
his arms and legs as his member probed between her buttocks. The
large globes served as a guide to the target, and after a bit of
maneuvering, he jerked his hips forward at the moment he felt the
tip of his organ pressing against her anus. She groaned but she
held herself still. He jerked his hips again, his rigid penis
pushing at her, the opening yielding only slowly to the intruder,
gripping his penis, dry and small, and then suddenly the ring of
muscle giving way as he completed his penetration. He moaned
with delight as he felt the grip of the hot sheath around his
member. Mary moved again, struggling, muttering at him, then
relaxing again to take more of him. He now had a hand at the
lips of her cunt, probing the folds, his member well lodged in
her ass. She had a plump soft belly and a full thicket of curls
on her mound. His fingers explored the sticky slit, pushing into
the wetness, into the deep channel. He chuckled as he felt her
trembling response to his fingers. He fumbled around their
joining, feeling his balls and the root of his penis gripped by
her tunnel. He plowed on, his member moving in and out of her
ass, his fingers sliding up the moist channel of her cunt,
between the plump lips, his fingers sliding as his organ moved
back and forth. She groaned when he found the spike of her
clitoris and rubbed it. Her body quivered in his arms, but he
was now lost in his own pleasure, his eyes closed, his breath
rasping against her neck. She moved her body with his thrusting,
crying out as he pinched her clitoris again, then a breathless
moan as the sliding penis lurched in her bowels. He had a rhythm
now, and she slowly writhed to it, the two fat globes of her
buttocks rolling against his belly, her anus contracting, forcing
the pressure to build in his balls. Then suddenly his hips
jerked out of control and he rammed her again and again as he
finally spent inside her. His back arched, he made noises in his
throat as he emptied himself, his thick cream spurting in her
ass, and then as the spurts died her tight anus holding him in
place. She was gasping now, a wailing sound of pleasure coming
out of her as she reached her own climax.
Oliver sighed. Tomorrow, he thought. He'd have the bitch
in the other room tomorrow. He was determined to have Amber on
the morrow. A final ripple of pleasure passed through his belly
as he thought of it...
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