P.S.-I cross-questioned Fanny last night as to her experiences of the afternoon. I must tell you someday how she described what she went through, it will fetch you! But one thing I must tell you now! She says that she never felt anything so delicious as her sensations when in your arms, after you had got into her! I then asked her if she would go to you, some afternoon, if you wanted a change from me? She blushed sweetly and whispered: ‘Yes, miss, if you didn’t mind!’
Five
Among our friends was a very pretty lady, Connie Blunt, a young widow whose husband had died within a few weeks of their marriage. She had been left comfortably off and had no children.
She was a lovely golden-haired girl of about twenty-two years, slight, tall and beautifully formed, a blue-eyed beauty, with a dazzling skin and pure complexion.
She and Alice were great friends, and she was Alice’s pet chaperone. The two were constantly together, Alice generally passing the night at Mrs Blunt’s flat when they had been to a ball or any late entertainment; and I suppose that the sweet familiarity that exists between girl friends enabled Alice to see a good deal of her friend’s physical charms, with the result that she fell in love with her. But hint as delicately and as diplomatically as Alice dared of the pleasures tasted by girl sweethearts, Mrs Blunt never by word or deed or look gave her any encouragement-in fact, she seemed ignorant that such a state of affection could or did exist.
I used to tease Alice about her ill-success, and she took my chaff very good-naturedly; but I could see that she was secretly suffering from the ‘pangs of unrequited love’, and had it not been for the genuine affection that existed between her and her maid Fanny, which enabled Alice to satisfy with the help of Fanny’s cunt the desires provoked by Mrs Blunt, things might have fared badly with Alice.
Among ardent girls, all unrequited passion of this sort is apt to become tinged with cruel desire against the beloved one; and one day, when Alice was consoling herself with me, I saw that this was getting to be the case with her passion for Mrs Blunt, and my fertile imagination suggested to me means by which she might attain to the desired end.
We were discussing Mrs Blunt. ‘I am getting hungry for Connie, Jack!’ Alice had said mournfully, ‘very hungry!’
‘Dear, I’d like to be of assistance, and I believe I can,’ I remarked sympathetically, ‘but I shall want a lot of help from you. Could you bring yourself to torture her?’
‘Oh yes!’ replied Alice briskly, ‘and I’d dearly like to do it!’ and into her eyes came the sadique glint I knew so well! ‘But it would never do, Jack! she’d never have anything to do with me again! I thought of this, but it won’t do!’
‘I’m not so sure!’ I said reflectingly; ‘let me give you my ideas as clearly as I can, and you can tell me if you think them workable.’
‘Wait a moment, Jack!’ she exclaimed, now keenly interested, ‘let me get on you, it’s better for us both,’ she added archly; and soon she was lying flat on me, her breasts resting on my chest and my prick snugly lodged up her cunt while my arms retained her in position.
‘Now are you ready to discuss matters seriously?’ I asked with a mischievous smile.
She nodded merrily. ‘Go ahead, you dear old Jack, my most faithful friend,’ she added with sudden tenderness as she kissed me with unusual affection.
‘Then listen carefully, dear. The gist of my plan is that you must pretend to be what Mrs Blunt thinks you are, but what decidedly you are not, viz., an innocent and unsophisticated virgin!’
‘Oh, you beast!’ hissed Alice in pretended indignation but with laughing eyes; ‘and who’s responsible for that, sir?’
‘I’m delighted to say that I am, dear!’ I replied with a tender smile to which Alice responded by kissing me affectionately. ‘Anyhow, you’ve got to pretend to be what you’re not! You must get Mrs Blunt to chaperone you here to lunch. When we all are here afterwards, we’ll manage to make her sit down in the “chair of treachery” (her eyes smiled) which of course will at once pin her. Immediately I’ll collar you and fasten you to one pair of pulleys. I’ll have two pairs working that day, and I’ll fasten Mrs Blunt to the other pair, so that you will face each other. (Alice’s face was now a study in rapt attention.) You both will then be stripped naked in full sight of each other (Alice blushed prettily) and you both will also be tortured in front of each other! You must submit to be tortured, dear, to keep up the swindle!’
‘I shan’t mind, Jack!’ Alice whispered, kissing me.
‘But there’ll be this great difference to your former experience, both when you were done by yourself and when we did Fanny together, the girl that is being tortured is to be first blindfolded!’ (Alice’s eyes opened widely with surprise.)
‘I shall keep Mrs Blunt fastened in the usual way, but for you, I shall use a new and most ingenious set of straps which can be put on and taken off in a jiffy by anyone knowing the trick. So when I have fastened Mrs Blunt for, say, cunt tickling, I’ll blindfold her, then I’ll silently let you loose and let you tickle her…’
‘Oh, Jack! how lovely!’ ejaculated Alice delightedly, again kissing me.
‘… and tie you up quickly when you’ve finished, then I’ll take off the bandage. She is sure to think it was me!’ (Alice laughed merrily.) ‘I must blindfold you, dear, when it’s your turn, for your eyes may give you away, while your mouth will be quite safe!’ (Alice nodded her head approvingly.)
‘I don’t however propose to give you girls much torture. After you both have had a turn, I’ll tie Mrs Blunt to this couch just as we did Fanny. Then I’ll threaten you with a whip, and you must pretend to be terrorised, and consent to do everything I tell you. I’ll set you free and blindfold Mrs Blunt, then order you first to feel her, then to suck her and then to fuck her!’
‘Jack! you’re a genius!’ ejaculated Fanny admiringly.
‘After you’ve fucked Mrs Blunt, I’ll have her while you look on!’ (Alice blushed.) ‘Then it will be your turn. I’ll terrorise Mrs Blunt in reality and then make her operate on you, and then I’ll have you in front of her!’ (Alice here kissed me with sparkling eyes, then in her delight began to agitate herself on my prick.) ‘Steady, dear!’ I exclaimed slipping my hands down to her heaving bottom to keep her still, ‘I can’t think and talk and fuck at the same time! let me do the first two now and the third afterwards, if you don’t mind!’
‘I’m very sorry, Jack!’ Alice replied demurely but with eyes full of merriment: ‘I’ll try and be still on you, but your magnificent plan is exciting me most awfully! The very idea of having Connie, oh, Jack!’ and again she kissed me excitedly.
‘Where were we?-oh yes,’ I continued. ‘I’ll compel Mrs Blunt to perform on you and then I’ll have you in her presence. Then under threats of the whip I’ll make you both swear that you’ll never let out what has been happening, and send you home! You must choose some day when you are staying with her, dear, for then you’ll go back together and pass the evening together; and if you don’t establish sexual relations with her at last, I’m afraid I can’t help you! Now, what do you honestly and frankly think of my plan, dear?’
‘Just splendid, and lovely, Jack!’ she replied enthusiastically, then in a different tone of voice she whispered hastily: ‘Jack, I really must, now…’ and began to work herself up and down on me. I saw she was too erotically excited to think seriously and so let her have her way. She fucked me most deliciously, quivering voluptuously when she spent and when she felt my warm discharge shoot into her.
After the necessary ablutions we dressed, as Alice had to leave early to keep a dinner engagement.
‘Think it over carefully, dear,’ I said as I put her into a taxi, ‘let me have your opinion from the point of view of a girl.’ And so we parted.
Next day, as I was about to commence my solitary lunch, who should appear but Alice and Fanny, to my great surprise but huge pleasure. I greeted them warmly, especially Fanny, whom I had not seen since the never to be forgotten afternoon when Alice and I converted her. She blushed prettily as we shook hands.
‘Have you had lunch?’ was my natural enquiry.
‘No,’ replied Alice, ‘but we didn’t come for that; I wanted to discuss with you certain points about Connie.’
‘Lunch first and Connie afterwards!’ I said laughing: ‘sit down, Alice, sit down Fanny, and make yourselves at home.’
We had a merry lunch. I noticed with great approval that Fanny did not in any way presume, but was natural and respectful, also that she worshipped Alice! In due course we adjourned to the Snuggery where we settled ourselves down comfortably.
‘Now Alice, let’s to business. Have you found some holes in my plan, or have you brought some new ideas?’
‘Well, neither,’ she said smiling, ‘but there are one or two things I thought I ought to tell you. I hope, Jack dear, you won’t mind my having told Fanny; she is as gone on Connie as I am and so is keen on helping me in any way she can!’ Fanny blushed.
‘Two heads are always supposed to be better than one, dear,’ I said with a smile, ‘and in a matter like this I am sure that two cunts should be better than one!’ Alice playfully shook her fist at me. ‘Now, dear?’
‘Well, Jack, Fanny says that she understood from Connie’s maid that her mistress is a virgin! Will this matter?’
I looked enquiringly at Fanny. ‘She was with Mrs Blunt before her marriage and has never left her, sir,’ said Fanny respectfully, ‘and she told me she was certain that the marriage had never been… I forget the word, miss!’ she added, looking at her mistress.
‘Consummated, Jack!’ said Alice. ‘Do you know that I believe it must be so; it explains certain things!’
‘What things, dear?’ I asked innocently.
‘Things that you’re not to know, sir!’ she retorted, colouring slightly, while Fanny laughed amusedly. It was delightful to me to note the excellent terms on which the two girls were and to think of my share in bringing about this entente cordiale!
‘I don’t see how it can, matter!’ I said reflectively. ‘It will certainly make the show more piquant; a virgin widow is a rarity, and if I am able to carry out my programme as planned, it will fall to you, dear, to show her how her cunt works!’
Both girls laughed delightedly. ‘It will be very interesting!’ I added.
‘This brings me to the second point nicely, Jack,’ said Alice. ‘Fanny would awfully like to be present; can it be worked, Jack?’
‘It shall be worked if it is possible,’ I said as I smiled at Fanny’s eager expression. ‘I consider I am in debt to her for the delicious time she gave me when last here!’ Fanny coloured vividly while her mistress laughed merrily. ‘Let me think!’
It was a bit of a poser, but my fertile imagination was equal to the occasion.
‘By Jove!’ I exclaimed as a sudden idea struck me, ‘I think it can be done! Listen, you two.’ The girls leant forward in pretty eagerness. ‘You and Mrs Blunt must come here together, Alice! that’s inevitable. You’ll be here by one o’clock, for we must have early lunch and a long afternoon.’ Alice nodded significantly.
‘Let Fanny follow you in half an hour’s time, having lunched at home, as I am sorry I don’t see how I can give her lunch here. She must not be seen by Mrs Blunt, or the latter will be suspicious! When you arrive, Fanny, come straight into this room and hide yourself in my alcove! There’s a peephole there, from which you will be able to see all that passes. If Mrs Blunt’s curiosity should lead her to wish to see my alcove, I will choke her off by saying it is my photographic darkroom and there is something there which would spoil if light were to be admitted. So you’ll be certain to see the fun, Fanny.’ (She smiled gratefully, as did also Alice.) ‘When you see that I have worked my plan successfully and your mistress and Mrs Blunt are fastened to the pulleys, take off your clothes noiselessly, even your shoes, and when I have blindfolded Mrs Blunt, you can slip out and share with your mistress in the pleasure of torturing her! you mustn’t speak and you must move noiselessly, for her senses will be very acute. What do you say to this, Alice?’
‘Jack! it will be just lovely!’ exclaimed Alice, while Fanny, too respectful to speak, looked her satisfaction and gratitude. ‘What a time Connie will have between the three of us!’ she added, laughing wickedly.
‘Now, what’s the next point?’ I asked.
Alice looked towards Fanny, then replied: ‘There is nothing more, is there Fanny?’
‘No, miss,’ she answered.
‘Then we’ll be off! Thanks awfully, Jack, I’m really very grateful to you for arranging about Fanny. Come, Fanny!’ and they rose.
‘Where to, now?’ I asked. ‘You are a pair of gadabouts!’
Alice laughed. ‘My dentist, worse luck!’
‘Poor fun!’ I said. ‘For you or Fanny?’
‘Me, unfortunately, Fanny will have to sit in the waiting-room.’
I glanced at her maid, and a sudden desire to have her again seized me. ‘Look here, Alice,’ I said, ‘I’m going to ask you a favour! Will you allow me to have the company of your maid this afternoon?’
Fanny blushed rosy red over cheeks and brow. Alice laughed merrily, as she regarded her blushing maid and caught her shy glances.
‘Certainly, Jack, as far as I am concerned!’ she replied. ‘What do you say, Fanny? Will you stay and take care of Mr Jack?’
Fanny glanced shyly at us both. ‘Yes, miss, if you don’t mind!’ And vivid blushes covered her face as she caught Alice’s amused and half-quizzing look.
‘Then I’ll be off!’ Alice exclaimed, ‘don’t trouble to come down, Jack. Bye-bye, Fanny, for the present!’
But of course I wasn’t going to let Alice leave unescorted, so accompanied her downstairs and saw her into a taxi, under a shower of good-natured chaff from her. Then, two steps at a time, I hurried back to the Snuggery, where I found Fanny standing where we had left her, evidently very nervous at being alone with me.
I took her gently in my arms and kissed her blushing upturned face tenderly, then sat down and drew her on to my knees.
‘It is sweet of you to be so kind, dear,’ I said, looking lovingly at her.
She blushed, then raising her eyes to mine she said softly: ‘I couldn’t refuse, sir, after you had been so very kind to me about Mrs Blunt.’
I laughed. ‘Not for my own sake then, Fanny?’
‘Oh, I didn’t mean that, sir!’ she exclaimed hastily in pretty confusion.
‘Then it is for my own sake, dear?’ I asked with a smile.
‘Yes, sir!’ she whispered bashfully as she looked into my eyes timidly but lovingly. I drew her to me and kissed her lips passionately. Then I gently began to unbutton her blouse.
‘Do you wish me to… undress, sir?’ she murmured nervously.
‘Yes, please, dear!’ I whispered back. ‘Use your mistress’s room; does your mistress… have you naked, Fanny?’ I asked softly.
‘Yes, sir,’ she whispered, blushing deeply.
‘Then I’ll do the same, dear!’ I replied with a smile as I freed her and led her to Alice’s alcove, then undressed myself in mine.
Presently Fanny emerged, stark naked, a delicious object, her face covered with blushes, one hand shielding her breasts and the other her cunt! I sprang to meet her and led her to the couch and made her sit on my knees, thrilling at the touch of her warm, firm but soft flesh.
‘What shall we do, Fanny?’ I asked mischievously as I slipped my hand down to her cunt and lovingly played with it. My caress seemed to set her on fire; she lost her restraint, suddenly threw her arms round my neck and kissing me passionately murmured: ‘Do anything you like to me, sir!’
‘Then may I suggest a little sucking first, and then some sweet fucking?’ I said softly. Her eyes beamed assent.
I laid her flat on her back, opened her legs widely, and after feasting my eyes on her lovely cunt, I applied my lips to it and tongued her till she quivered and wriggled with delight. Alice had evidently taught her this delicious pleasure. Then I got on her and thrust my prick well up her; she clasped me delightedly in her arms, and letting herself go, passed from one spending to another, wriggling voluptuously, till she had extracted from me all I could give her. I shot into her excited interior with rapturous ecstasy-and between fucking and sucking we passed a delicious afternoon!
In the enforced intervals for rest and recovery, I learnt from her all about her sexual relations with her mistress. She described the sensation of being provoked into spending by the sweet friction of Alice’s cunt against hers as something heavenly, so much so that the two girls seldom did anything else but satisfy in this way their lustful cravings and desires. One evening, Alice apparently was very randy and insisted on frigging Fanny, first tieing her down to the four bedposts, then made Fanny tie her down similarly and tickle her cunt with a feather till she spent three times. It was clear that the girls were devoted to each other. I asked Fanny what she thought would be the arrangement if we succeeded in converting Mrs Blunt to their ways; she blushed and said she didn’t think it would affect her and Alice’s relationship and she hoped Connie would sometimes spend the night at Alice’s and give her a chance!
Six
A few days later I received a note from Mrs Blunt saying that Alice was staying with her and she would be delighted if I would dine there with them quite quietly. I naturally accepted the invitation.
I was somewhat of a stranger to Mrs Blunt. I had met her more than once and admired her radiant beauty, but no more. Now that there was more than a possibility that she might have to submit herself to me, I studied her closely. She was more voluptuously made than I had fancied and was a simply glorious specimen of a woman; but she was something of a doll, rather shallow and weak-willed; and I saw with satisfaction that I would not have much trouble in terrorising her and forcing her to comply with my desires.
During the evening Alice brought up the subject of my rooms and their oddity and made Mrs Blunt so interested that I was able naturally to suggest a visit and a lunch there-which was accepted for the following day, an arrangement which made Alice glance at me with secret exultation and delighted anticipation.
In due course my guests arrived, and after a dainty lunch which drew from Mrs Blunt many compliments, we found ourselves in the Snuggery. The girls at once commenced to examine everything, Alice taking on herself the role of showman while I, in my capacity of host, did the honours. I could see that Fanny was at her post of observation-and now awaited with some impatience the critical moment.
In due course Mrs Blunt and Alice finished their tour of inspection, and made as if they would rest for a while.
‘What comfortable chairs you men always manage to get about you,’ remarked Mrs Blunt as she somewhat critically glanced at my furniture. ‘You bachelors do study your creature comforts-and so remain bachelors!’ she added somewhat significantly, as she was among our deluded friends who planned a match between Alice and me.
‘Quite true!’ I replied with a polite smile, ‘so long as I can by hook or by crook get in these rooms what I want, they will be good enough for me-especially when I am permitted to enjoy “angels” visits!’
‘That’s a very pretty compliment, isn’t it Alice?’ exclaimed Mrs Blunt as she moved towards the chair of treachery, which stood invitingly close, and gracefully sank into it.
Click!-the arms folded on her. ‘Oh!’ she ejaculated as she endeavoured to press them back.
‘What’s the matter, Connie?’ asked Alice, quickly hurrying to her friend-but in a flash I was on to her and had tightly gripped her. ‘Oh!’ she screamed in admirably feinted fright, struggling naturally; but I picked her up and carrying her to the pulleys, made them fast to her wrists and fixed her upright with hands drawn well over her head, much to Mrs Blunt’s horror! As I approached her she shrieked, ‘Help!… help!’ pressing desperately against the locked arms and striving to get loose.
‘It’s no use, Mrs Blunt!’ I said quietly, as I commenced to wheel the chair towards the second pair of pulleys, ‘you’re in my power! You’d better yield quietly!’
Seizing her wrists one a time, I quickly made the ropes fast to them, set the machinery going-and just as she was being lifted off her seat, I released the arms and drew the chair away, forcing her to stand up. In a very few seconds she was drawn up to her full height, facing Alice, both girls panting and gasping after their struggles.
‘There, ladies,’ I exclaimed, as if well pleased with my performance-’now you’ll appreciate the utility of this room!’
‘Oh! Mr Jack!’ cried Mrs Blunt in evident relief, ‘how you did frighten me! I felt sure that something dreadful was going to happen!’ then with a poor attempt to be sprightly, ‘I quite made up my mind that Alice and I were going to be…’ she broke off with a silly self-conscious giggle.
‘I gladly accept the suggestion you have so kindly made, dear lady,’ I said with a smile of gratitude, ‘and will do you and Alice presently!’ She started, horrified, and stared aghast at me as if she could not believe her ears; she seemed to be dumb with shocked surprise, and went deadly pale. I was afraid to glance at Alice lest I should catch her eye and betray her.
With an effort, Mrs Blunt stammered brokenly: ‘Do you mean to say… that Alice and I… are going to be… to be?…?’ she stopped abruptly, unable to express in words her awful apprehension.
‘Fucked is the word you want, I think, dear Mrs Blunt!’ I said with a smile; ‘yes, dear ladies-as you are so very kind I shall have much pleasure in fucking you both presently!’
She quivered as if she had been struck, then screamed hysterically: ‘No, no… I won’t… help!… help!!… help!!!’
I turned quietly to Alice (who I could see was keenly enjoying the trap into which Mrs Blunt had fallen, and her dismay) and said to her: ‘Are you going to be foolish enough to resist, Alice?’
She paused for a long moment, then said in a voice that admirably counterfeited intense emotion, ‘I feel that resistance will be of no avail-but I’m not going to submit myself to you tamely. You will have to… force me!’
‘Me also!’ cried Mrs Blunt, hysterically.
‘As you please!’ I said equably. ‘I’ve long wanted a good opportunity of testing the working of this machinery; I don’t fancy I’ll get a better one than you are now offering me-a nice long afternoon and two lovely rebellious girls! Now Mrs Blunt, as you are chaperoning Alice, I am bound to begin with you.’ And I commenced to unbutton her blouse.
‘No, no, Mr Jack!’ she screamed in dismay as she felt my fingers unfastening her upper garments and unhooking her skirt-but I steadily went on with my task of undressing her, and soon had her standing in her stays with bare arms and legs-a lovely, tall, slender half-undressed figure, her bosom heaving and palpitating, the low-cut bodice allowing the upper half of her breasts to become visible. Her flushed face indicated intense shame at this indecent exposure of herself, and her eyes strained appealingly towards Alice as if to assure herself of her sympathy.
‘Now I will give you a few minutes to collect yourself while I attend to Alice!’ I said as I went across to the latter, whose eyes were stealthily devouring Mrs Blunt’s provoking dishabille. ‘Now, for you, dear!’ I said, as I quietly set to work to undress her.
She (very wisely) was adopting the policy of dogged defiance, and maintained a sullen silence as one by one her clothes were taken off her till she also stood bare-armed and bare-legged in her stays. But instead of pausing I went on and removed her corset, unfastened the shoulder straps of her chemise and vest, and pushed them down to her feet, leaving her standing with only her drawers on, a sweet, blushing, dainty, nearly naked girl, on whose shrinking trembling figure Mrs Blunt’s eyes seemed to be riveted with what certainly looked like involuntary admiration!
But I myself was getting excited and inflamed by the sight of so much unclothed and lovely girl-flesh, so eagerly returning to Mrs Blunt, I set to work to remove the little clothing that was left on her. ‘No, no, Mr Jack!’ she cried piteously as I took off her stays, ‘Oh!’ she screamed in her distress when she felt her chemise and vest slip down to her feet, exposing her in her drawers only, which solitary garment she evidently concluded, from the sight of Alice, would be left on her. But when after a few admiring glances I went behind her and began to undo the waistband and she realised that she was to be exposed naked, Mrs Blunt went into a paroxysm of impassioned cries and pitiful pleadings; in her desperation she threw the whole of her weight on her slender wrists and wildly twisted her legs together in the hope of preventing me from pulling her drawers off. But they only required a few sharp tugs and down to her ankles they came! A bitter cry broke from her, her head with its wealth of now disordered golden hair fell forward on her bosom in her agony of shame-Connie Blunt was stark naked!
I stepped back a couple of paces, then exultingly gazed on the vision that met my eyes. Close in front of me was revealed the back of Mrs Blunt’s tall, slender, naked figure, uninterrupted from her heels to her updrawn hands, her enforced attitude displaying to perfection the voluptuous curves of her hips, her luscious haunches, her gloriously rounded bottom, her shapely legs. Facing her stood Alice, naked save for her drawers-her face suffused with blushes at the sight of Connie’s nakedness, her bosom heaving with excitement not unmixed with delight at witnessing the nudity of her friend and trepidation at the approaching similar exposure of herself. I saw from the stealthy gloating glances she shot at Connie that she was longing to have a good look at her but dared not do so, lest her eyes should betray her delight-so I decided to give her the opportunity. I went over to her, slipped behind her, passed my arms round her and drew her against me-and holding her thus in my embrace, I gazed at the marvellous sight Connie Blunt was affording to us as she stood naked.
She was simply exquisite with her dazzling pearly skin, her lovely shape, her delicious little breasts standing saucily out with their coral nipples as they quivered and palpitated on her heaving bosom, her voluptuous hips and round smooth belly, her pretty legs; her drooping head exhibited her glorious golden hair, while, as if to balance it, a close clustering mass of silky curly golden-brown hairs grew thickly over the region of her cunt, hiding it completely from my eager eyes!
In silent admiration I gloated over the wonderful sight of Connie Blunt naked, till a movement of Alice recalled me to her interests. She was keeping her face steadily averted from Connie, her eyes on the floor, as if unwilling to distress her friend by looking at her in her terrible nudity.
‘Well, how do you like Connie now?’ I asked loud enough for Mrs Blunt to hear. She shivered. Alice remained silent.
‘Aren’t you going to look at her?’ Alice still remained silent.
‘Come, Alice, you must have a good look at her. I want to discuss her with you, to have your opinion as a girl on certain points. Come, look!’ And I gently stroked her naked belly.
‘Oh! don’t Jack!’ she cried, affecting a distress she was not feeling. Connie glanced hastily at us to see what I was doing to Alice, and blushed deeply as she noted my wandering hands, which now were creeping up to Alice’s breasts.
I seized them and began to squeeze them. ‘Don’t, Jack!’ again she cried.
‘Then obey me and look at Connie!’ I said sternly.
Slowly Alice raised her head, as if most reluctantly, and looked at Connie, who coloured hotly as her eyes met Alice’s. ‘Forgive me, darling!’ cried Alice tearfully, ‘I can’t help doing it!’ But her throbbing breasts and excitedly agitated bottom told me how the little hypocrite was enjoying the sight of Connie’s nakedness!
‘Now, no nonsense, Alice!’ I said sternly-and I gave her breasts a twist that made her squeal in earnest and immediately rivet her eyes on her friend lest she should get another twist. And so, for a few minutes, we silently contemplated Mrs Blunt’s shrinking form, our eager eyes greedily devouring the lovely naked charms that she was so unwillingly exhibiting to us.
Presently I said to Alice (whose breasts were still captives in my hands): ‘Now, the plain truth, please-speaking as a girl, what bit of Mrs Blunt do you consider her finest point?’
Alice blushed uncomfortably, pretended to hesitate, then said shamefacedly: ‘Her… her… private parts!’
Connie flushed furiously and pressed her thighs closely together as if to shield her cunt from the eager eyes which she knew were intently looking at it! I laughed amusedly at Alice’s demure phraseology and said: ‘I think so too!-but that’s not what you girls call it when you talk together. Tell me the name you use, your pet name for it!’
Alice was silent. I think she was really unwilling to say the word before Mrs Blunt, but I mischievously proceeded to get it out of her. So I gave her tender breasts a squeeze that made her cry out, ‘Oh!’ and said, ‘Come Alice, out with it!’
Still she remained silent. I let go of one of her breasts and began to pinch her fat bottom, making her wriggle and squeal in grim reality-but she would not speak.
Seeing that Mrs Blunt was watching us closely, I moved my hand away from Alice’s bottom and made as if I was going to pass it through the slit in her drawers.
‘Won’t you tell me?’ I said, moving my hand ominously.
‘Cunny!’ shrieked Alice, flushing vividly.
‘Cunny!’ echoed Mrs Blunt in hot confusion.
‘You obstinate little thing!’ I said to Alice with a laugh that showed her that I was only playing with her. ‘Cunny!’ I repeated significantly. ‘Well, Alice, let Mrs Blunt and me see your “cunny”!’-and as I spoke I slipped the knot of her drawers, and down they tumbled to her ankles before she could check them with her knees, exposing by their disappearance the lovely cunt I knew so well and loved so dearly, framed, so to speak, by her plump rounded thighs and her sweet belly.
I sank on my knees by Alice’s side, then eagerly and delightedly inspected her delicious cleft, the pouting lips of which, half hidden in their mossy covering, betrayed her erotic excitement. She endured with simulated confusion and crimson cheeks my close examination of her private parts, to use her own demure phrase! At last I exclaimed rapturously: ‘Oh! Alice, it is sweet!’ then as if overjoyed, I gripped her by her bottom and thighs and pressing my lips on her cunt, I kissed it passionately!
‘Don’t Jack!’ she cried, her voice half choked by the lascivious sensations that were thrilling through her; and seeing that Alice was perilously near to spending in her intense erotic excitement, I quitted her and went across to Mrs Blunt, by whose side I knelt in order to study her cunt.
‘Oh! Mr Jack! don’t look, please don’t look there!’ she cried in an agony of shame at the idea of her cunt being thus leisurely inspected by male eyes, and she attempted to thwart me by standing on one leg and throwing her other thigh across her groin.
‘Put that leg down, Connie!’ I said sternly.
‘No, no,’ she shrieked, ‘I won’t let you look at it!’
‘Won’t you?’ said I, and drew out from the bases of the pillars between which she was standing two stout straps, which I fastened to her slim ankles in spite of her vigorous kicking. I set the mechanism working. A piercing scream broke from her as she felt her legs being pulled remorselessly apart-and soon, notwithstanding her desperate resistance and frantic struggles, she stood like an inverted Y with her cunt in full view!
‘Won’t you?’ I repeated with a cruelly triumphant smile as I proceeded to blindfold her, she the while pitifully protesting. Then I noiselessly set Alice loose and signalled to Fanny to join us, which she quickly did, stark naked as directed; and the three of us knelt in front of Connie (I between the girls with an arm round each) and with heads close together delightedly examined her private parts, Alice and Fanny’s eyes sparkling with undisguised enjoyment as we noted the delicate and close fitting shell-pink lips of her cunt, its luscious fleshiness, and its wonderful covering of brown-gold silky hairs, she all the time quivering in her shame at being thus forced to exhibit the most secret part of herself to my male eyes.
I motioned to the girls to remain as they were, detached myself from them, leant forward and gently deposited a kiss on Connie’s cunt. Taken absolutely by surprise, Mrs Blunt shrieked: ‘Oh-h-h!’ and began to wriggle divinely, to the delight of the girls, who motioned to me to kiss Connie’s cunt again-which I gladly did. Again she screamed, squirming deliciously in her fright. I gave her cunt a third kiss, which nearly sent her into convulsions, Alice and Fanny’s eyes now sparkling with lust. Not daring to do it again, I rose, slipped behind her noiselessly and took her in my arms, my hands on her belly.
‘No, no, Mr Jack!’ she cried, struggling fiercely, ‘don’t touch me!… Oh-h-h!’ she screamed as my hands caught hold of her breasts and began to feel them. They were smaller than Alice’s but firmer, soft, elastic and strangely provoking, most delicious morsels of girl-flesh; and I toyed and played with them, squeezing them lasciviously to the huge delight of the girls, till I felt it was time to feel her cunt. So, releasing her sweet breasts, I slipped my hands over Mrs Blunt’s stomach and on to her cunt!
‘Oh! my God!’ she shrieked, her head tossing wildly in her shame and agony as she felt my fingers wander over her private parts so conveniently arranged for the purpose. Over her shoulder I could see Alice and Fanny’s faces as they watched every movement of my fingers, their eyes humid, their cheeks flushed, their breasts dancing with sexual excitement! From the fingers’ point of view, Alice’s cunt was the more delicious of the two from its superior plumpness and fleshiness-but there was a certain delicacy about Connie’s cunt that made me revel in the sweet occupation of feeling it.
Presently I gently inserted my forefinger between the close fitting lips. The girls’ eyes glistened with eagerness as they bent forward to see if Fanny’s information was true-and I smiled as the disappointment expressed in their faces when they saw my finger bury itself in Connie’s cunt up to the knuckle! She was not a virgin! But she was terribly tight, much more so than Fanny was when I first felt her-and Mrs Blunt’s screams and agonised cries clearly indicated that for want of use, her cunt had regained its virgin tightness.
Keeping my finger inside her, I gently tickled her clitoris, in order to test her sexual susceptibility. She gave a fearful shriek accompanied by an indescribable wriggle, then another-then bedewed my hand with her sweet love-juice, her head falling on her bosom as she spent, utterly unable to control herself. I kept my finger inside her till her ecstatic crisis was over and her spasmodic thrills had quieted down-then gently withdrew it as I lovingly kissed the back of her soft neck and then left her to herself.
As I did so, Alice and Fanny rose, their eyes betraying their intense enjoyment of the scene. With an unmistakable gesture they indicated each other’s cunts, as if seeking mutual relief-but I shook my head, for Alice had now to be tortured. Quickly I fastened her up again while Fanny noiselessly disappeared into my alcove; then I removed the bandage from Connie’s eyes. As she wearily raised her head, having scarcely recovered from the violence of her spending, I clasped her to me and passionately showered kisses on her flushed cheeks and trembling lips. I saw her eyes seek Alice’s as if to learn her thoughts as to what she had witnessed-then both girls blushed vividly as if in sympathy. I pushed a padded chair behind Connie, released her legs and then lowered her till she could sit down in comfort and left her to recover herself while I went across to Alice, who was now to be the prey of my lustful hands.
But I was now in an almost uncontrollable state of lust! My erotic senses had been so irritated and inflamed by the sight of Mrs Blunt’s delicious person naked, her terrible struggles, her shame and distress during her ordeal, that my lascivious cravings and desires imperiously called for immediate satisfaction. And the circumstance that all this had taken place in the presence of Alice and Fanny, both stark naked, both in a state of intense sexual excitement and unconcealed delight at witnessing the torturing of Mrs Blunt, only added further fuel to the flame of my lust. But to enjoy either Connie or Alice at the moment did not suit my programme-and my thoughts flew to Fanny now sitting naked in my alcove and undoubtedly very excited sexually by Mrs Blunt’s struggles and cries!
So slipping behind Alice, I took her in my arms, seized her breasts, and said not unkindly while watching Mrs Blunt keenly, ‘Now Alice, it’s your turn! You’ve seen all that has happened to Mrs Blunt and how in spite of her desperate resistance she has been forced to do whatever I wanted-even to spend! Now I’m going to undress’ (Mrs Blunt looked up in evident alarm) ‘and while I am away, let me suggest you consult your chaperone as to whether you had not better yield yourself quietly to me!’ And I disappeared into my alcove, where Fanny, still naked, received me with conscious expectancy, having heard every word.
I tore off my clothing, seized her naked person and whispered excitedly as I pointed to my rampant prick: ‘Quick, Fanny!’ She instantly understood. I threw myself into an easy-chair and in a moment she was kneeling between my legs with my prick in her mouth; and she sucked me deliciously till I spent rapturously down her throat! Having thus delightfully relieved my feelings, I drew her on to my knees, then whispered as I gratefully kissed her, ‘Now dear, I’ll repay you by frigging you, while we listen to what Alice and Connie are saying,’ and slipping my hand down to her pouting and still excited cunt, I gently commenced caressing the sweet junction, she clasping me closely to her and kissing me silently but passionately as my active finger soothed her excited senses. From our chair we could clearly see Connie and Alice and hear every word they said.
Their embarrassed silence had just been broken by Alice, who whispered in admirably simulated distress: ‘Oh, Connie! what shall I do?’
Connie coloured painfully, then with downcast eyes (as if fearing to meet her friend’s agitated glances) replied in an undertone: ‘Better yield, dear-don’t you think so?’
‘Oh! I can’t!’ cried Alice despairingly, playing her part with a perfection that brought smiles from Fanny and me; then with a change of voice she asked timidly: ‘Was it very dreadful, Connie?’
Connie covered her face with her hands and shudderingly replied in broken agitation: ‘I thought I should have died!… the awful feeling of shame! the terrible helplessness!… the dreadful position into which I was fastened!… the agony of having a man’s hand on my… cunny!… Oh-h-h-h!’
Just then, Fanny began to wriggle deliciously on my knees as she felt her pleasure approaching! Her eyes closed slowly, she strained me against her breasts-then suddenly she agitated herself rapidly on my finger, plunging wildly with quick strokes of her buttocks. Then she caught her breath, murmured brokenly: ‘Oh-h-h!’ and inundated my finger as she spent ecstatically. My mouth sought hers as, little by little, I slowed down the play of my finger in her cunt till she came to, deliciously satisfied!
‘Now I’d better go to them,’ I whispered, and after a few more tender kisses I went out. My appearance, naked save for my shoes and socks, caused Mrs Blunt to hurriedly cover her face with her hands as she hysterically cried: ‘Oh!… Oh!… Oh!’
I ignored her, took Alice into my arms as before, and said to her encouragingly: ‘Well, dear, what is it to be?’ whispering inaudibly in her ear, ‘You’re to be tickled!’
Alice stood silent with downcast eyes. In her anxiety to hear Alice’s decision, Mrs Blunt uncovered her face and looked eagerly at us.
At last it came! ‘No!’ spoken so low that we could only just hear her.
‘Oh, Alice! you silly girl!’ exclaimed Mrs Blunt, now afraid about herself.
Alice cast a reproachful glance at Connie, then said, almost in tears (the little humbug!), ‘I can’t! Oh, I can’t!’
Without a word I fastened straps to Alice’s pretty ankles and dragged her legs apart till she stood precisely as Mrs Blunt had done. Then I carefully blindfolded her and seated myself just below her on the floor, within easy reach of her, and began to amuse myself with her defenceless cunt, knowing that Mrs Blunt could see over my shoulder all that passed.
With both hands I felt Alice’s lovely private parts, touching, pressing, stroking, pulling her hairs, every now and then parting its lips and peering into her interior-an act invariably followed by an ardent kiss as if in apology, she squirming deliciously. She submitted herself to the sweet torture in silence, till I pretended to be trying to push my finger into her cunt, when she screamed affrightedly: ‘Don’t Jack, don’t!’ as if unable to endure it!
‘Hurts, does it, Alice?’ I said smiling meaningfully, ‘then I won’t do it again! I’ll try something softer than my finger!’ and after fetching a feather, I resumed my position on the carpet.
Alice’s colour now went and came and her bosom began to heave uneasily, for she guessed what was now going to be done to her; and although she rather liked having her cunt tickled, the existing conditions were not what she was accustomed to, and she awaited her ordeal with a good deal of trepidation.
Quietly I applied the tip of the feather to her cunt’s now slightly pouting lips, with a delicate yet subtle touch, ‘Oh-h!’ she ejaculated, quivering painfully. I gave her three or four more similar touchings, under which she began to wriggle vigorously, crying: ‘Oh!… Oh!… Don’t, Jack!’-and I was just beginning to tickle her cunt in real earnest when Connie, horror-stricken at the sight, shrieked: ‘Stop!… stop!… oh you awful brute!… you coward to torture a girl in that way!… Oh! my God!’ she moaned, quite overcome at the sight of Alice being tortured!
How thankful I was that I had blindfolded Alice! I am sure that she otherwise would have given the game away-she must have laughed! In fact some of her convulsions were undoubtedly caused by suppressed laughter and not by her torture!
‘There’s no better way of curing a girl of obstinacy than by tickling her cunt, Connie,’ I said unconcernedly, and I again commenced to tickle Alice.
‘No, no, stop!’ Connie shrieked frantically again, ‘oh! you cruel brute!… you’ll kill her!’
I laughed. ‘Oh, no! Connie, she’s all right-only a little erotic excitement!’ I explained equably as I resumed the tickling, this time making Alice wriggle and scream in real earnest. She had not been allowed to satisfy her lustful cravings, induced by the sight of Connie’s agonies, and by now she was in a terrible condition of fierce concupiscence and unsatisfied desires, dying to spend, but so far unable to do so for want of the spark necessary to provoke the discharge! More and more hysterical became Connie’s prayers and pleadings, shriller her cries of genuine horror at the sight of Alice’s cunt being so cruelly tickled-wilder and wilder became Alice’s struggles and screams, till suddenly she shrieked: ‘For God’s sake make me spend!’ Immediately I thrust the feather well up her cunt and rapidly twiddled it, then tickled her clitoris! A tremendous spasm shook Alice, her head fell back, then dropped on her bosom as she ejaculated: ‘Ah-h-h… ah-h-h-h!’ in a tone of blessed relief, quivering deliciously as the rapturous spasm of her ecstasy thrilled through her as she spent madly.
As soon as she came to herself again, I said to her: ‘Well, will you now yield yourself to me, or do you want some more?’
‘Oh no! no!-my God, no!’ she cried, feigning to be completely subdued.
‘You’ll then be a good girl?’
‘Yes!’ she gasped.
‘You’ll do whatever I tell you to do?’
‘Yes! yes!’ she cried.
‘You’ll let me… fuck you?’
‘Oh, my God!…’ she moaned, remaining silent. I touched her cunt with the feather. ‘Yes! yes!’ she screamed, ‘yes!’
‘That’s right, dear!’ I said encouragingly, then quickly I released her and put her into a large and comfortable easy-chair in which she promptly coiled herself up, as if utterly exhausted and ashamed of her absolute surrender-but really, to escape the sympathetic and pitying glances from Connie. It was as clever a piece of acting as I had ever seen!
I then went across to Mrs Blunt, and without a word I touched the springs and set the machinery to work. ‘Oh! oh!’ she cried as she felt herself drawn up again and her legs being remorselessly dragged asunder till she had resumed her late position. When I had her properly fixed, I said to her:
‘Now Connie, I am going to punish you for abusing me-you’ll have something to scream about!’-and I applied the feather to her lovely but defenceless cunt.
‘Don’t, don’t!… oh my God!’ she screamed. I saw we were about to have a glorious spectacle, so I stopped, blindfolded her, and beckoned to Fanny, who promptly came up, Alice also. Handing a feather to each, I pointed to Connie’s quivering cunt.
Delightedly both girls applied their feathers to Connie’s tender slit, Alice directing hers against Connie’s clitoris while Fanny ran hers all along the lips and as far inside as she could, their eyes sparkling with cruel glee as they watched Connie wriggle and listened to her terrible shrieks and hysterical ejaculations. It was a truly voluptuous sight!-Connie naked, struggling frantically while Alice and Fanny, also naked, were goading her into hysterics with their feathers! But soon I had to intervene-Connie by now was exhausted, she couldn’t stand any more; so reluctantly I stopped the girls, signalled to Fanny to disappear and Alice to return to her chair while I released Connie’s bandage.
She looked at me seemingly half dazed, panting and gasping after her exertions.
‘Now, will you submit yourself to me, Connie?’ I asked.
‘Yes! yes!’ she gasped.
‘Fucking and all!’
‘Oh, my God!… yes!’
Then I set her free. As she sank into her chair, Alice rushed to her as if impelled by irresistible sympathy; the two girls fell into each other’s arms, kissing each other passionately, murmuring: ‘Oh, Connie!…’ ‘Oh, Alice!’ The first part of the play was over!
Seven
I produced a large bottle of champagne, and pretending that the opener was in my alcove I went there. But my real object was to satisfy in Fanny the raging concupiscence which my torturing of Alice and then Connie had so fiercely aroused in me.
I found her shivering with unsatisfied hot lust. I threw myself into a chair, placed my bottom on the edge and pointed to my prick in glorious erection. Instantly Fanny straddled across me, brought her excited cunt to bear on my tool and impaled herself on it with deliciously voluptuous movements, sinking down on it till she rested on my thighs, her arms round my neck, mine round her warm body, our lips against each other’s; then working herself divinely up and down on my prick, she soon brought on the blessed relief we both were thirsting for-and in exquisite rapture we spent madly.
‘Oh! sir! wasn’t it lovely!’ she whispered as soon as she could speak.
‘Which, Fanny?’ I asked mischievously. ‘This!-or that?’ pointing to the room.
She blushed prettily, then whispered saucily: ‘Both, sir!’ as she passionately kissed me.
I begged of her to sponge me while I opened the champagne, which she did sweetly, kissing my flaccid prick lovingly as soon as she had removed all traces of our bout of fucking from it. I poured out four large glasses, made her drink one (which she did with great enjoyment)-then took the other three out with me to the girls.
I found them still in each other’s arms and coiled together in the large armchair, Alice half sitting on Connie’s thighs and half resting on Connie’s breasts, a lovely sight. I touched her and she started up, while Connie slowly opened her eyes.
‘Drink, it will pull you together!’ I said, handing each a tumbler. They did so, and the generous wine seemed to have an immediate good effect and to put new life into them. I eyed them with satisfaction, then raising my glass said: ‘To our good healths, dears-and a delicious consummation of Connie’s charming and most sporting suggestion!’ then gravely emptied my tumbler.
Both girls turned scarlet, Connie almost angrily, they glanced tentatively at each other but neither spoke.
To terminate their embarrassment, I pointed to a settee close by, and soon we arranged ourselves on it, I in the centre, Alice on my right and Connie on my left, their heads resting on my shoulders their faces turned towards each other and within easy kissing distance, my arms clasping them to me, my hands being just able to command the outer breast of each! Both girls seemed ill at ease; I think Connie was really so, as she was evidently dreading having to be fucked by me, but with Alice it was only pretence.
‘A penny for your thoughts, dear!’ I said to her chaffingly, curious to know what she would say.
‘I was thinking how lovely Connie is naked!’ she murmured softly, blushing prettily. I felt a quiver run through Connie.
‘Before today, how much of each other have you seen?’ I asked interestedly. Silently both girls pointed to just above their breasts.
‘Then stand up, Connie dear, and let us have a good look at you,’ I said, ‘and Alice shall afterwards return the compliment by showing you herself! Stand naturally, with your hands behind you.’
With evident unwillingness she complied, and with pretty bashfulness she faced us, a naked, blue-eyed daughter of the gods, tall, slender, golden-haired, exquisite-blushing as she noted in our eyes the pleasure the contemplation of her naked charms was giving us!
‘Now in profile, dear!’
Obediently she turned. We delightedly noted her exquisite outline from chin to thigh, her proud little breasts, her gently curving belly, its wealth of golden-brown hair, standing out like a bush at its junction with her thighs-the sweep of her haunches and bottom, and her shapely legs!
‘Thanks, darling,’ I said appreciatively, ‘now Alice!’ And drawing Connie on to my knees, I kissed her lovingly.
Blushingly Alice complied, and with hands clasped behind her back she faced us, a piquant, provoking, demure, brown-eyed, dark-haired little English lassie, plump, juicy, appetising. She smiled mischievously at me as she watched Connie’s eyes wander approvingly over her delicious little figure.
‘Now in profile, please!’
She turned half round, and now we realised the subtle voluptuousness of Alice’s naked figure-how her exquisitely full and luscious breasts were matched by her somewhat prominent rounded belly, both in turn being balanced by her glorious fleshy bottom and her fat thighs-the comparative shortness of her legs only adding piquancy to the whole; while her unusually conspicuous mount of Venus, with its tousle of dark, clustering silky hairs, proudly proclaimed itself as the delightful centre of her attractions.
‘Thanks, darling!’ we both exclaimed admiringly as we drew her to us and lovingly kissed her, to her evident delight and gratification.
‘Now Connie darling!’ I said, ‘I want you to lie down on that couch!’ and I removed my arm from her waist to allow her to rise.
‘No, Jack!’ she begged piteously and imploringly, her lovely eyes not far from tears, ‘please Jack!… don’t insist!’
‘You must do it, darling!’ I said kindly but firmly as I raised her to her feet. ‘Come dear!’ and I led her to the couch and made her lie down.
‘I must put the straps on you, Connie dear,’ I said, ‘not because I doubt your promise, but because I am sure you won’t be able to lie still. Don’t be frightened, dear!’ I added, as I saw a look of terror come over her face, ‘you are not going to be tortured, or tickled, or hurt, but will be treated most sweetly!’
Reluctantly Connie yielded. Quickly Alice attached the straps to her wrists, while I secured the other pair to her ankles; we set the machinery to work and soon she was lying flat on her back, her hands and feet secured to the four corners and the dark green upholstery throwing into high relief her lovely figure and dazzling fair hair and skin. I then blindfolded her very carefully in such a way that she could not get rid of the bandage by rubbing her head against the couch; now that Connie was at our mercy, I signalled to Fanny, who gleefully rushed to us noiselessly and hugged her mistress with silent delight.
‘Now Alice dear!’ I said, ‘make love to Connie!’
‘Oh-h!’ cried Connie in shocked surprise, blushing so hotly that even her bosom was suffused with colour. But Alice was already on her knees by Connie’s side and was passionately kissing her protesting mouth in the exuberance of her delight at the arrival at last of the much desired opportunity to satisfy on Connie’s lovely person, cunt against cunt, her lascivious desires and concupiscence.
I slipped into a chair and took Fanny on my knees, and in sweet companionship, we settled ourselves down comfortably to watch Alice make love to Connie! My left arm was round Fanny’s waist, the hand toying with the breasts which it could just command, while my right hand played lovingly with her cunt.
After Alice had relieved her excited feelings by showering kisses on Connie’s lips with whispered fond endearments, she raised her head and contemplated, with an expression of intense delight, the naked figure of her friend which I had placed at her disposal! Then she proceeded to pass her hands lightly over Connie’s flesh. Shakespeare sings (I substitute the feminine pronoun for the masculine one he uses):
To win her heart she touched her here and there,
Touches so soft that conquer chastity!
This is what Alice was doing! With lightly poised hands, she touched Connie on the most susceptible parts of herself-her armpits, navel, belly, and especially the soft tender insides of her thighs-evidently reserving for special attention her breasts and cunt. Soon the effect on Connie became apparent-her bosom began to palpitate in sweet agitation, while significant tremors ran through her limbs. ‘Is it so nice then, darling?’ cooed Alice, her eyes dancing with delight as she watched the effect of her operations on Connie’s now quivering person; then she rested her lips on Connie’s and gently took hold of her breasts!
‘Oh, Alice!’ cried Connie-but Alice closed her lips with her own, half choking her friend with her passionate kisses. Then raising her head again, she eagerly and delightedly inspected the delicious morsels of Connie’s flesh that were imprisoned in her hands. ‘Oh, you darlings!’ she exclaimed as she squeezed them, ‘you sweet things!’ as she kissed them rapturously, ‘oh what dear little nipples!’ she cried, taking them in turn into her mouth, her hands all the while squeezing and caressing Connie’s lovely breasts till she faintly murmured: ‘Oh stop, darling!’
‘Oh, my love! was I hurting you, darling?’ cried Alice with gleaming eyes, as with a smile full of mischief towards us, she reluctantly released Connie’s breasts. For a moment she hesitated as if uncertain what next to do, then her eyes rested on Connie’s cunt, so sweetly defenceless; an idea seemed to seize her-with a look of delicious anticipation, she slipped her left arm under Connie’s shoulders so as to embrace her, placed her lips on Connie’s mouth, extended her right arm-and without giving Connie the least hint as to her intentions, she placed her hand on Connie’s cunt, her slender forefinger resting on the orifice itself.
‘Oh-h, Alice!’ cried Connie, taken completely by surprise and wriggling voluptuously.
‘Oh-h, Connie!’ rapturously murmured Alice, between the hot kisses she was now raining on Connie’s mouth-her forefinger beginning to agitate itself inquisitively but lovingly. ‘Oh! darling! your cunny is sweet! sweet!’ she murmured as her hand wandered all over Connie’s private parts, now stroking and pressing her delicate mount of Venus, now twisting and pulling her hairs, now gently compressing the soft springy flesh between thumb and forefinger, now passing along the delicate shell-pink lips and finally gently inserting a finger between them and into the pouting orifice. ‘I must!… I must look at it!’ Quickly she withdrew her arm from under Connie’s shoulders, gave her a long clinging kiss, then shifted her position by Connie’s side, till her head commanded Connie’s private parts; then she squared her arms, rested herself on Connie’s belly, and with both hands proceeded to examine and study Connie’s cunt, her eyes sparkling with delight.
Again she submitted Connie’s delicious organ of sex to a most searching and merciless examination, one hand on each side of the now slightly gaping slit-stroking, squeezing, pressing, touching! Then with fingers poised gently but firmly on each side of the slit, Alice gently drew the lips apart and peered curiously into the shell-pink cavity of Connie’s cunt-and after a prolonged inspection, she shifted her finger rather higher, again parted the lips and with rapt attention she gazed at Connie’s clitoris, which was now beginning to show signs of sexual excitement, Connie all this time quivering and wriggling under the touches of Alice’s fingers.
Her curiosity apparently satisfied for the time, Alice raised her head and looked strangely and interrogatively at me. Comprehending her mute enquiry, I smiled and nodded. She smiled back, then dropping her head, she looked intently at Connie’s cunt and imprinted a long clinging kiss in its very centre.
Connie squirmed violently, ‘Oh-h-h!’ she ejaculated in a half strangled voice. With a smile of intense delight, Alice repeated her kiss, then again and again, Connie at each repetition squirming and wriggling in the most delicious way, her vehement plunging telling Alice what flames her hot kisses had aroused in Connie.
Again she opened Connie’s cunt, and keeping its tender lips wide apart she deposited between them and right inside the orifice itself a long lingering kiss which seemed to set Connie’s blood on fire, for she began to plunge wildly with furious upward jerks and jogs of her hips and bottom, nearly dislodging Alice. The latter glanced merrily at us, her eyes brimming with mischief and delight, then straddled across Connie and arranged herself on her, so that her mouth commanded Connie’s cunt while her stomach rested on Connie’s breasts and her cunt lay poised over Connie’s mouth, but not touching it.
Utterly taken aback by Alice’s tactics, and in her innocence, not recognising the significance of the position Alice had assumed on her, she cried ‘Oh, Alice! what are you doing?’ Alice grinned delightedly at us, then lowered her head, ran her tongue lightly half a dozen times along the lips of Connie’s cunt and then set to work to gamahuche her!
‘Oh-h-h!’ shrieked Connie, her voice almost strangled by the violence of the wave of lust that swept over her at the first touch of Alice’s tongue. ‘Oh-h!… oh-h-h…’ she ejaculated in her utter bewilderment and confusion as she abandoned herself to strangely intoxicating and thrilling sensations hitherto unknown to her; jerking herself madly upwards as if to meet Alice’s tongue, her face in her agitated movements came against Alice’s cunt before it dawned on her confused senses what the warm, moist, quivering, hairy object could be! In wild excitement Alice thoroughly searched Connie’s cunt with her active tongue, darting it deeply in, playing delicately on the quivering lips, sucking and tickling her clitoris-and sending Connie into such a state of lust that I thought it wise to intervene.
‘Stop dear!’ I called out to Alice, who at once desisted, looking interrogatively at me. ‘You’re trying her too much! get off her now, dear, and let her recover herself a little-or you’ll finish her, which we don’t want yet!’
Quickly comprehending the danger, Alice rolled off Connie, turned round, contemplated for a moment Connie’s naked wriggling figure, then got on to her again, only this time lips to lips, bubbies against bubbies, and cunt against cunt; she clasped Connie closely to her as she arranged herself, murmuring passionately: ‘Oh, Connie!… at last!… at last!’ then commenced to rub her cunt sweetly on Connie’s.
‘Oh-h-h, Alice!’ breathed Connie rapturously as she responded to Alice’s efforts by heaving and jogging herself upwards. ‘Oh-h-h… darling!!’ she panted brokenly, evidently feeling her ecstasy approaching to judge by her voluptuous wriggles and agitated movements as Alice rubbed herself vigorously against her cunt with riotous down-strokes of her luscious bottom. Quicker and quicker, faster and faster, wilder and wilder became the movements of both girls, Connie now plunging madly upwards, while Alice rammed herself down on her with fiercer and fiercer thrusts of her raging hips and buttocks-till the delicious crisis arrived.
‘Con-nie!… Connie!’ gasped Alice, as the indescribable spasm of spending thrilled voluptuously through her.
‘Ah-h-h!… ah-h-h!… Ah-h-h-h!…’ ejaculated Connie rapturously, as she spent madly in exquisite convulsions, dead to everything but the delirious rapture that was thrilling through her as she lay tightly clasped in Alice’s clinging arms.
The sight was too much for Fanny! With the intensest interest she had watched the whole of this exciting scene, parting her legs the better to accommodate my hand which now was actually grasping her cunt, my forefinger buried in her up to the knuckle, while my thumb rested on her clitoris-and she had already spent once deliciously. But the spectacle of the lascivious transports of her mistress on Connie set her blood on fire again; she recollected her similar experience in Alice’s arms, the sensations that Alice’s cunt communicated to hers, the delirious ecstasy of her discharge-and as the two girls neared their bliss, she began to agitate herself voluptuously on my knees, on my now active finger, keeping pace with them-till with an inarticulate murmur of, ‘Oh!… oh-h, sir-r,’ she inundated my hand with her love-juice, spending simultaneously with her mistress and her mistress’s friend.
As soon as she emerged from her ecstatic trance, I whispered to her inaudibly: ‘Bring the sponge and towel, dear!’
Noiselessly she darted off, sponged herself, then returned with a bowl of water, a sponge and a towel just as Alice slowly raised herself off Connie, with eyes still humid with lust and her cunt bedewed with love-juice. I took her fondly in my arms and kissed her tenderly, while Fanny quickly removed all traces of her discharge from her hairs, then proceeded to pay the same delicate attention to Connie, whose cunt she now touched for the first time.
Presently we heard Connie murmur: ‘Mayn’t I get up now, Jack?’
‘Not yet, darling!’ I replied lovingly as I stooped and kissed her. ‘You have to make me happy now!’
‘No Jack! please!’ she whispered, but Alice intervened. ‘Yes, darling! you must let Jack have you! You must taste again the real article,’ she cooed. ‘Let me work you into condition again!’-and she signalled to Fanny, who instantly knelt by Connie and began playing with her dainty little breasts and feeling her cunt, her eyes sparkling with delight at thus being permitted to handle Connie-who not noting the difference of touch (as Fanny’s ministrations to her cunt had accustomed Connie to her fingers) lay still in happy ignorance of the change of operator.
Soon Fanny’s fingers began to bring about the desired recovery: Connie’s breasts began to stiffen and grow tense, her body began to tremble in gentle agitation. She was ready-and so was I!
Without a word I slipped on to her. ‘Oh, Jack!’ she murmured as I took her into my arms, holding up her lips to be kissed-no reluctance now! My rampant prick found her sweet hole and gently effected an entrance; she was terribly tight, but her discharge had well lubricated the sweet passage into her interior, and inch by inch, I forced myself into her till my prick was buried in her cunt, she trembling and quivering in my clasp, her involuntary flinchings and sighs confessing the pain attending her penetration! But then once she had admitted me into her and I began the sweet up-and-down movement, she went into transports of delight, accommodating herself deliciously to me as, with lips closely against each other, we exchanged hot kisses! Then I set to work to fuck Connie in earnest. Straining her to me, till her breasts were flattened against my chest and I could feel every flutter of her sweet body, I let myself go, ramming into her faster and faster, more and more wildly-till unable any longer to restrain myself, I surrendered to Love’s delicious ecstasy and spent madly into Connie just as she flooded my prick in rapturous bliss, quivering under me in the most voluptuous way.
We lay closely clasped together, till our mutual ecstatic trance slowly died away, then with a sign I bade Fanny disappear. As soon as she had vanished, Alice removed the bandage from Connie’s eyes. As they met mine, bashfully and shamefacedly, blushing deeply at thus finding herself naked in my arms, Connie timidly held up her mouth to me-instantly my lips were on hers and we exchanged long lingering kisses till we panted for breath. Gently I released her from my clasp and rose off her and with Alice’s help unfastened her, and Alice gently led her away to her alcove where she sedulously attended to her, while Fanny silently but delightedly did the same for me.
It was now four o’clock only-we had a good hour before us. There was now no possible doubt that Connie had surrendered herself to the pleasures of tribadism and lesbian love as far as Alice was concerned. So when the girls rejoined me (Connie with a tender look on her face) and we had refreshed ourselves and recovered our sexual appetites and powers, I said to Connie, ‘Now dear, you are entitled to take your revenge on Alice-will you…?’
She cast a look of love at Alice, who blushed sweetly, then turning to me she murmured. ‘Please, Jack!’ at the same time giving me a delicious kiss.
‘Come along, Alice!’ I said as we all rose and I led her to the couch-the veritable altar of Venus. ‘How will you have her, Connie?’ I asked, as Alice stood nervously awaiting the disposal of her sweet person.
Connie blushed, then with a glance at Alice she replied: ‘Tie her down, Jack, just as you did me!’
Blushingly Alice lay down, and soon Connie and I had her fastened down in the desired position.
‘Will you have her blindfolded, dear?’ I enquired.
Connie hesitated, looking oddly at Alice-then replied, ‘No Jack! I want to see her eyes!’ so significantly that Alice involuntarily quivered as she coloured hotly again.
‘May I do just whatever I like to Alice, Jack?’ asked Connie almost hesitatingly, with a fresh access of colour.
‘Anything in reason, dear!’ I replied with a smile. ‘You mustn’t bite her bubbies off or stitch up her cunt, for instance.’ Alice quivered while Connie laughed. ‘And you must leave her alive, for I am to follow you!’
‘Oh, Jack!’ exclaimed Alice at this intimation, blushing prettily.
Connie turned eagerly to me. ‘Are you going to… fuck her?’ she asked with sparkling eyes. I nodded, smiling at her eagerness. ‘And may I watch you?’ she demanded.
‘Why, certainly, dear-and perhaps help me! Now what are you going to do to Alice? See how impatiently she is waiting!’
Both girls laughed, Alice a trifle uneasily. Connie looked intently at her for a moment, then seating herself by Alice’s side, she began playing with Alice’s breasts, keeping her eyes steadily fixed on Alice’s. ‘Your bubbies are too big for my hands, darling!’ she said presently as she stooped to kiss her, ‘but they are lovely!’ And she squeezed them tenderly for a while-then she deserted them, shifted her position and began to feel Alice’s cunt, which she lovingly stroked and caressed.
‘Your cunny is fat, darling!’ she exclaimed presently with heightened colour as she held Alice’s cunt compressed between her finger and thumb and gently squeezed the soft springy flesh, while Alice squirmed involuntarily.
Suddenly Connie leant forward, took Alice’s face in her hands and whispered: ‘Darling, I’m going to… fuck you twice, eh?’ and lovingly kissed her, while Alice’s eyes sought mine shamefacedly.
Quickly Connie got on to Alice, took her into her arms, then keeping her head raised so as to look right into Alice’s eyes, she began to rub her cunt against Alice’s, gently and slowly at first with a circular grinding sort of movement; presently her action quickened, then became more and more irregular. Soon Connie was rubbing herself up and down Alice’s cunt, with quick agitated strokes of her bottom, all the while intently watching Alice’s eyes as if to gauge her friend’s sensations. Soon both girls began to plunge and heave riotously, Alice especially, as they both the felt crisis approaching-then came a veritable storm of confused heavings, thrustings and plungings.
‘Kiss… me… dar… ling!’ ejaculated Alice, now on the verge of spending. But Connie only shook her head with a loving smile, rammed her cunt against Alice’s fiercely, intent on Alice’s now humid eyes and apparently restraining her own discharge. A frantic heave from Alice-’Ah-h-h, darling,’ she gasped as her eyes half closed in ecstasy-then she spent with delicious quivering.
Immediately Connie glued her lips to Alice’s, agitated herself rapidly against Alice’s cunt, ‘Al-ice!’ she breathed in her delirious frenzy, a spasm thrilled through her, and Alice’s cunt received her love-juice as she spent ecstatically.
For some moments the girls lay silent, only half conscious, motionless save for the involuntary thrills that shot through them. Then Connie raised her head and with the smile of the victor surveyed Alice, whose eyes now began to open languidly. She blushed deliciously as she met Connie’s glances and raised her mouth as if inviting a kiss. Instantly Connie complied with passionate delight. ‘Was it nice, darling?’ I heard her whisper. ‘Oh, Connie, just heavenly!’ murmured Alice tenderly and with loving kisses. ‘Are you ready again, darling?’ whispered Connie eagerly. ‘Yes! yes!’ replied Alice softly, beginning to agitate herself under Connie.
‘Our mouths together this time, darling, eh!’ whispered Connie excitedly, ‘don’t stop kissing me, darling!’ she added tenderly as she responded to Alice’s significant movements under her and set to work to rub her cunt against Alice’s. Soon both girls were hard at work with their cunts squeezed against each other, slit to slit, clitoris against clitoris, Connie’s bottom and hips swaying and oscillating voluptuously while Alice jerked herself up madly. With mouths glued to each other they plunged, curvetted, wriggled, squirmed, till the blissful ecstasy overtook them both simultaneously, when madly they bedewed each other with their love-juice to the accompaniment of the most exquisite quiverings and thrillings, utterly absorbed in rapture!
With a deep drawn sigh of intense satisfaction, Connie presently rose slowly off Alice, and tenderly contemplated her as she lay still fastened by her widely extended limbs to the four corners of the couch, her closed eyes and her involuntary tremors indicating that she was still tasting bliss. Then Connie turned to me and whispered rapturously: ‘Oh, Jack, she is sweet!’ I kissed her lovingly and resting her on my knees, I sponged and dried her, then begged her to perform the same kind office for Alice, whose cunt was positively glistening with her own and Connie’s spendings. As soon as Alice felt the sponge at work, she dreamily opened her eyes, and on recognising me she made as if to rise; but when she found herself checked by her fastenings and realised that she was now to be fucked by me, she smiled somewhat uneasily as our eyes met-for often as she had tasted love’s ecstasy in my arms, she had invariably been free, now she was tied down in such a way as to be absolutely helpless, and in this equivocal position, she had to accommodate herself to me and to satisfy my lustful passions and desires. But I smiled encouragingly back to her, seated myself by her side, and tenderly embracing her defenceless body I whispered: ‘Darling, may I have you like this?’
Her eyes beamed gratefully on me, full of love; she was now perfectly happy because I had left it to her to say whether or not she would be fucked while tied down in the most shamelessly abandoned attitude that any girl could be placed in. So with Love’s own light in her shining eyes and with pretty blushes on her cheeks, Alice whispered back tenderly: ‘Yes, darling, yes!’
Promptly I got on her, took her in my arms, and gently drove my prick home up her cunt. ‘Do you like it like this, darling?’ I murmured softly, ‘shall I go on?’ She nodded sweetly, our lips met, and I began to fuck her.
Tied down as she was, she was simply delicious! I had had first Fanny and then Connie in precisely the same attitude, but voluptuous as was the act of fucking them so, the pleasure fell short of what I was now tasting! To a certain extent both Fanny and Connie were unwilling recipients of my erotic favours-Fanny was really ravished and Connie practically so, and their movements under me were the outcome of fright, shame, and even pain; but Alice was yielding herself sweetly to my caprices and was doing her best to accommodate her captive body to my movements. Perhaps this was the reason, perhaps her little plump rounded figure suited the attitude better than the taller and more slender forms of Fanny and Connie, but whatever may have been the reason, the result was undeniable, and Alice fucked as a helpless captive was simply delicious! Her double spend under Connie made her usual quick response to Love’s imperious demands arrive more slowly than was customary with her; and as this was my fourth course that afternoon, our fucking was protracted to a delicious extent, and I adopted every method and variation known to me to intensify our exquisite pleasure.
Commencing slowly, I fucked Alice with long strokes, drawing my prick nearly out of her cunt and then shoving it well home again, a procedure which always delighted her and which she welcomed with appreciative and warm kisses. Then I agitated myself more rapidly on her, shoving, pressing, thrusting, ramming, now fast, now slow, holding her so tightly clasped that her breasts were flattened against my chest-while she, panting and gasping, plunged, wriggled and heaved herself wildly under me, in her loyal endeavours to cooperate with me to bring about Love’s ecstasy. Presently she thrilled exquisitely under me! Fired by her delicious transports, I redoubled my efforts, as did she also-I began to feel my seminal resources respond to my demand on them; soon we both were overtaken by the tempestuous prelude to the blissful crisis-and then came the exquisite consummation of our wildly excited sexual desires! With a half-strangled, ‘Ah h-h… Jack!’ Alice spent in rapturous convulsions just as I madly shot into her my boiling tribute.
Oblivious to everything but the delicious satisfaction of our overwrought feelings, we lay as if in a trance! We were roused by Connie’s gentle anxious voice, ‘Alice!… Alice!… Alice dear!’ as she set to work to undo Alice’s fastenings. Taking the hint, I rose after giving Alice a long lingering parting kiss, then we helped her to get up and Connie tenderly took her off at once to the girls’ alcove, while I retired to mine-where Fanny deliciously attended to me, her eyes sparkling with gratified pleasure at the recollection of the voluptuous spectacle she had been permitted to witness through the peephole.
As it was now getting late, we all dressed ourselves, and after a tender parting, I put Connie and Alice into a taxi and started them off home. On returning to my room, I found Fanny ready to depart. She was full of delighted gratitude to me for having managed that she should see all that went on and also have a share in the afternoon’s proceedings; and when I slipped a couple of sovereigns into her hand, I had the greatest difficulty in making her accept them. Finally she did so, saying shyly and with pretty blushes: ‘You’ve only got to call me, sir, and I’ll come!’ I kissed her tenderly, put her into a hansom and sent her home; then I wended my way to my club, where in bumpers of champagne, I recruited exhausted nature and drank to the three sweet cunts I had, that afternoon, enjoyed and their delicious owners, Alice, Connie and Fanny!
Eight
I did not see anything of Alice for some little time after the conversion of Connie, but I did not distress myself for I knew she would be in the first flush of her newly developed tribadic ardour and newly born passion for her own sex and would be hard put to satisfy Connie and Fanny and I felt sure that she would of her own option come to me before long. Meanwhile another matter began to occupy my serious attention.
A few months ago, I had made the acquaintance of Lady Betty Bashe at the house of a mutual friend; she was a consolable widow of something under forty and was busy introducing her daughter into Society, and for some perverse reason, she took it into her head that I would make an excellent son-in-law and proceeded to hunt me persistently-her daughter aiding and abetting her vigorously-till they became a real nuisance.
I had taken a dislike to both mother and daughter from our first meeting, although they both were decidedly attractive. Lady Betty was a tall, robust, buxom woman after the type of Rubens’ fleshy females, but somewhat more overdeveloped, and owed a good deal to her corsetiиre-I guessed that without her stays she would be almost exuberant, but nevertheless a fine armful. Molly (her daughter) was a small and dainty edition of her mother, and with the added freshness and juiciness of her eighteen years she was really a tit-bit. But both mother and daughter were silly, affected, insincere and unscrupulous, and Lady Betty’s juvenile airs and youthful affectations only tended to confirm my distaste for her.
I had told Lady Betty plainly one day that I was not in the matrimonial market; but she nevertheless continued to pursue me pertinaciously till it became intolerable-and I determined I would stop her at any cost.
Matters culminated at a dinner given by the same hostess whose kindly suggestion brought about the reconciliation of Alice and myself, as already related in the first chapter. She, of course, again gave me Alice as my dinner partner, an arrangement that did not commend itself to Lady Betty. I think she must have taken a little too much of our hostess’s champagne, but in the middle of dinner, she called out in a tone that attracted everyone’s attention and checked the conversation, ‘Jack, we’re coming to lunch the day after tomorrow; mind you’re in!’
I was intensely annoyed, first by the use of my Christian name and then by the intolerable air of proprietorship she assumed; but the look of distress on my dear little hostess’s face impelled me to face the music. So I promptly responded with a smile: ‘That will be very nice of you, Lady Betty; you shall have some of my famous soufflй, and you will be the first to see my new curios!’ The conversation then turned on my curios and soon became general, much to my hostess’s relief-and the rest of the dinner passed off pleasantly.
As I was driving Alice home, she said sympathetically: ‘Poor Jack, what a bad time you’ll have the day after tomorrow!’
‘Not at all, dear,’ I replied cheerily, ‘somebody else will have the bad time-for unless I am greatly mistaken, there will be a lot of squealing in the Snuggery on that afternoon, her ladyship will be made to remember the pleasures of married life, and there will be one virgin less in the world!’
Alice started in surprise. ‘You don’t mean to say, Jack, that you mean to… to…?’
‘I do!’ I said stoutly. ‘I’m sick of this annoyance and mean to stop it. Come and see the fun, dear?’
‘I will, gladly,’ Alice replied energetically; ‘but Jack, do ask Connie also, for we both have a certain bone to pick with her ladyship!’
‘Won’t you include Fanny also in the party, dear?’ I asked mischievously.
‘Jack! that would be just lovely!’ Alice exclaimed with sparkling eyes. ‘Yes Jack! please let Fanny come! we’ll then be three couples-very convenient, sir-and she’ll be so useful in the undressing and the… the… sponging! Yes Jack! let’s have Fanny also-then we can have a regular orgy with Lady Betty and Molly to amuse ourselves with!’ she gloated, eagerly hugging me in her excitement while one hand wandered down to the fly of my trousers.
I was hugely taken by her idea-a luscious woman and a voluptuous maiden on whom to exercise our lustful ingenuity. ‘A most excellent idea, darling,’ I replied, ‘you bring Connie with you, let Fanny follow and hide in my alcove till she’s wanted, as before-and we’ll give Lady Betty and Molly an afternoon’s entertainment that they won’t easily forget, and also have a heavenly time ourselves!’
Alice smiled delightedly; then cuddling up to me she whispered: ‘Now Jack, I’m going to ask a favour; I’m longing to be… fucked in my own little room, in the middle of my own familiar things, on my own bed! Come in tonight, darling, and do me!’
‘Yes!… yes!… yes!’ I whispered passionately, punctuating my reply with kisses and noting with delight how she thrilled with sweet anticipation. Soon we arrived at her flat; soon Fanny, with pretty blushes, ushered me into Alice’s dainty bedroom; and on her little bed and in the piquant surroundings of her most intimate self, Alice, stark naked, received me in her arms and expired deliciously five times, while I twice madly spent into her. So excited was I by my voluptuous experience of fucking an unmarried girl in her own bedroom and on her own bed that I began a third course-but Alice murmured: ‘No Jack darling! not again!… I’ve got to console Fanny presently, and she’ll be very excited!’-whereupon I reluctantly rose off her, dressed, and after a hundred kisses (not confined to her mouth by any means) I went home, imagining on my way Fanny in her mistress’s arms, the cunts of both in sweet conjunction.
The eventful afternoon came round. Lady Betty was disgusted at finding that she and Molly were not going to have me exclusively at their mercy all the afternoon, and vented her spite on Alice and Connie more than once in her ill-bred way; but they knew their vengeance was at hand and took her insulting impertinence with well-bred indifference. In due course we were all collected in the Snuggery, Fanny concealed in my alcove.
‘Jack, why don’t you have those nasty pulleys taken down, they are not pretty, they’re useless, and they’re horridly in the way!’ exclaimed Lady Betty, as she narrowly escaped coming against one.
‘Why, they form my gymnasium, your ladyship!’ I replied, ‘I couldn’t do without them!’
Molly now joined in eagerly. ‘How do you work them, Jack?’ she asked, ‘what’s the idea of the loops? I’m a dab at gymnastics but never saw this arrangement before.’
The loops are wristlets, Miss Molly,’ I replied: ‘you must fasten them round your wrists and then grasp the rope with your hand-thus you divide your weight between wrist and hand instead of it all coming on the fingers, as in a trapeze.’
Of course all this was arrant nonsense and rubbish, yet this ‘dab in gymnastics’ believed it all solemnly; it was a fair sample of her ways.
‘Oh, how clever!’ Molly exclaimed in her affected fulsome way. ‘Let me try, Jack! Alice please fasten me!’ Alice complied demurely with a sly glance at me.
‘I used to be the best girl at gymnastics at school,’ said Lady Betty complacently. ‘Molly takes after me.’ By this time Alice had fastened the ropes to Molly’s wrists and the latter began to swing herself slowly and gently backwards and forwards.
‘Oh, mother, it is jolly!’ cried Molly. ‘Do try it!’
Ever anxious to show her juvenility, Lady Betty rose briskly. ‘Will you fasten me up, Jack?’ she said as she raised her arms for the purpose-I’m afraid I’m too old and heavy for this sort of thing now! Will the ropes bear me, Jack?’
‘They carry me, Lady Betty,’ I replied as I fastened the wristlets to her arms, ‘why malign yourself so cruelly?’
Lady Betty glanced at me approvingly for my pretty speech, little dreaming that she and Molly were now our prisoners by their own actions. Alice and I exchanged exulting looks-we had our victims safe!
Following Molly’s lead, Lady Betty swung herself gently to and fro a few times, then stopped remarking: ‘I can’t say I like it, dear, but I’m not as young as you are! Let me loose, Jack!’
Instead of doing so, I passed my arms round her buxom waist and drew her to me as I replied: ‘Not yet, dear Lady Betty-we’re going to have some fun with you and Miss Molly first!’
Something significant in my voice or in my eyes told her of what was in store for her and her daughter! She flushed nervously, then paled, while Molly, startled, stopped swinging herself, as Alice and Connie quietly took up positions one on each side of her.
For a moment there was dead silence, then Lady Betty said somewhat unsteadily: ‘I don’t follow you at all, Jack, loose us both at once please; I don’t mind a joke in the least, but you’re going too far, sir!’
‘Will this help you to understand our ideas, dear Lady Betty?’ I rejoined with a mischievous smile as I slipped my hand under her clothes and pulled them up till it rested on her fat thighs.
‘Oh!’ she screamed, taken utterly aback by the quickness of my action and its most unexpected nature. ‘How dare you, sir!’ she shrieked as she felt my hand forcing its way upwards and between her legs. ‘Stop!… stop!’ she yelled, now furious with rage at such an outrage, while Molly screamed sympathetically, horror-stricken.
I withdrew my hand. ‘You’re awfully nice and plump, dear lady!’ I remarked cruelly, as I watched her flustered face and heaving bosom; ‘if the rest of you resembles what I have just had the pleasure of feeling, you’ll give us an even more delicious time than we expected! We really must undress you to see; you won’t mind, will you?’
‘What!!’ cried Lady Betty, staring wildly at me as if unable to believe her ears, while Molly shrieked hysterically: ‘No, no.’
‘Make Molly comfortable in that easy-chair, dears, till we want her,’ I said quietly to Alice and Connie, who instantly pushed the chair of treachery up to Molly and gently forced her into it till the arms firmly held her prisoner; then they took the ropes off her wrists, as she was sufficiently under control now, Molly all the time struggling frantically, shrieking: ‘Oh, mother!… help! help!’ But Lady Betty had her own troubles to attend to, for to add to her bewilderment, Fanny suddenly appeared before her in response to my signal-and the sight of this trim, smart lady’s maid, ready to commence to undress her, was evidently an awful proof that we intended to carry out our intentions as to her and her daughter.
‘Undress Lady Betty, Fanny,’ I commanded quietly, and Fanny instantly began to do so.
‘I won’t have it!… I won’t have it!… stop her, Jack!’ screamed Lady Betty, now purple with wrathful indignation and the sense of her powerlessness, for her frantic tugs at the ropes availed her nothing. ‘Mother! oh mother dear!’ yelled Molly in an agony of dismay as she saw Fanny deftly remove Lady Betty’s hat, and then proceed to unfasten her dress. Intent on going to her mother’s help, she made desperate efforts to drag the heavy armchair after her, but Connie easily frustrated her attempts at rescue; and seeing that Molly was safe in Connie’s hands, I signalled to Alice to assist Fanny-which she was delighted to do. Between the three of us, Lady Betty’s clothes slipped off her in a way that must have been marvellous to her; by the time we had reduced her to her stays, bare legged and bare armed, she evidently saw she was doomed, and in place of threats she began to plead for some mercy. But we were deaf to her prayers and entreaties; off came her stays, then her chemise and vest, leaving her standing with only her drawers on.
‘For God’s sake, Jack, don’t strip me naked!’ she shrieked in terrible distress, her face crimson with shame. I simply nodded to Alice; a twitch at the tape, and down came the drawers-leaving Lady Betty standing naked from head to foot!
‘Oh!’ she wailed as her agonised eyes instinctively sought Molly’s and read in her daughter’s face her horrible anguish at the sight of her naked mother. ‘Cover me up! for God’s sake, cover me up, Jack!’ she piteously pleaded as she involuntarily squeezed her legs together in a despairing attempt to shield her private parts from view. Just then I touched the spring and made the ropes draw her off the ground, so that Alice and Fanny could remove the tumbled mass of her garments. ‘Oh!-h-h!’ she shrieked, as she found herself dangling by her wrists, her struggles to touch the ground exposing her person deliciously. Quickly Fanny cleared away Lady Betty’s clothes; then I let her down till she could stand erect comfortably, and joined Alice and Connie at Molly’s side, my intention now being to compel Molly to inspect her naked mother and to harrow her already tortured feelings by criticising Lady Betty’s naked charms.
She must have been a simply magnificent woman in her prime; even now, in spite of an exuberance of flesh, Lady Betty was enough to provoke any man into concupiscence with her massive though shapely arms and legs, her grand hips and round fat thighs, her full ample belly, and her enormous breasts, which though naturally pendulous, still maintained their upstanding sauciness to a marvellous degree. But what attracted all our eyes (even her daughter’s) was the hair which grew over her cunt. I do not think I ever saw such an enormous tract-a dinner plate would not have covered it! It seemed to spring from somewhere between Lady Betty’s legs, it clustered so thickly over the cunt itself that her crack was quite invisible, it extended all over her groin and abdomen and reached her navel-closely curling and silky and fully two inches deep all over her mount of Venus! A simply wonderful sight!
In spite of the attraction of Lady Betty’s naked figure, I closely watched Molly. She had been terribly distressed during the undressing of her mother, especially when the naked flesh began to be exposed, and she hysterically joined in her mother’s futile prayers and piteous pleadings, though she watched her quickly growing nudity with a fascination she could not resist; when the terrible climax arrived and Lady Betty stood naked, the poor girl uttered a heart-broken shriek as she buried her face in her hands, but I could see that every now and then she glanced stealthily through her fingers at the mother’s naked body as if unable to resist the fascinating temptation.
I turned to the three girls, who with gleaming eyes were devouring Lady Betty’s naked charms, their arms round each other. Our eyes met. ‘Isn’t she splendid, Jack!’ cried Alice enthusiastically, ‘what a lovely time she’ll give us all!’ and they laughed delightedly as Lady Betty shivered.
‘And you, my pet!’ cooed Connie to Molly, ‘are you anything like Mummy?’-and she began to pass her hands over Molly’s corsage as if to sample her body. The girls’ individual predilections were clear even at this early stage-Alice was captivated by Lady Betty’s fleshy amplitude, while Connie coveted Molly’s still budding charms.
‘Oh, don’t, Mrs Blunt, don’t!’ cried Molly flushing deeply as she endeavoured to protect herself with her hands, thereby uncovering her face. This was what I desired-I intended that Lady Betty should now be felt in front of her daughter, and that Molly should be forced to look at her mother and witness her shame and anguish and involuntary struggles, while my hands wandered lasciviously over Lady Betty’s naked body and invaded her most private parts.
‘Sling Molly up again, girls,’ I said quietly.
‘No, no,’ screamed Molly in an agony of apprehension, but in a trice she was standing upright with her hands secured over her head, her eyes full of silent terror.
‘Do you think you could slip Molly’s drawers off her without disturbing the rest of her garments?’ I asked.
‘Yes, of course!’ replied Connie-and the three girls dropped on their knees round Molly; their hands disappeared under her skirts, her wriggles and cries and agitated movements proclaiming how she was upset by their attacking hands. Then came a shriek of despair from her-and Connie rose with an air of triumph, waving Molly’s drawers!
‘Good!’ I exclaimed with a smile of congratulation. ‘Now, Connie, take Molly in your arms and hold her steady; Alice and Fanny, slip your hands under Molly’s clothes and behind her, till you can each command a cheek of her bottom!’ Merrily the girls carried out my commands, Molly crying, ‘Don’t, don’t!’ as she felt the hands of Alice and Fanny on her bottom.
‘Now, Molly, I’m going to amuse myself with your mother! You must watch her intently! If I see you avert your eyes from her, whatever may be the cause, I’ll signal to Alice and Fanny-and they will give you such a pinching that you won’t repeat the offence. Now be careful!’ and I turned towards Lady Betty who (having heard every word) was now trembling with nervous apprehension as she brokenly ejaculated, ‘Don’t touch me!… don’t touch me!’ But ignoring her pleadings, I passed behind her, slipped my arms round her and caught hold of her large full breasts.
‘Oh-h-h!’ shrieked Lady Betty, ‘Oh, mother!’ screamed Molly, colouring painfully as she watched her mother writhing in my embrace with her breasts in my hands. ‘Don’t, Jack!’ again shrieked Lady Betty as I proceeded to squeeze and mould and toy with her voluptuous semi-globes, revelling in their exquisite fleshiness, now pulling, now stroking, now pressing them against each other-causing her intense distress but affording myself the most delicious pleasure!
I glanced at the group of four girls facing Lady Betty and me. Alice, Connie and Fanny were simply beaming with smiles and gloating delightedly at the sight of Lady Betty’s sufferings, while poor Molly with staring eyes and flushing face, gazed horror-stricken at her tortured and naked mother, not daring to avert her eyes.
After a few more minutes of toying with Lady Betty’s huge breasts, I suddenly slipped my hands downwards over her hairy fat belly and attacked her cunt! ‘Mother! oh mother!’ shrieked Molly hysterically as she saw my eager fingers disappear in the luxuriant growth that so effectually covered her mother’s cunt-and utterly unable any longer to endure the sight of her mother’s shame and agony, she let her head drop on her heaving bosom. ‘Oh! my God! don’t, Jack!’ yelled Lady Betty, her face crimson with shame, her eyes half closed, as she frantically attempted to defeat my hands by squeezing her plump thighs together! But it was useless! With both hands, I set to work thoroughly to explore the fattest and largest cunt I had ever touched, at the same time nodding meaningfully to Alice. Instantly came a series of ear-piercing shrieks from Molly, whose wriggles were almost more than Connie could subdue; she continued to keep her face averted for a few seconds, then the agony of the pinches became more than she could endure-and slowly and reluctantly she nerved herself again to contemplate her mother, who was writhing and wriggling frenziedly and filling the room with her inarticulate cries as my fingers tortured her cunt with their subtle titillation, one indeed being lodged up it to its knuckle! For a minute or so, I continued to explore and feel Lady Betty’s delicious private parts, till it was evident I was testing both her and her daughter beyond their power of endurance-for Lady Betty was now nearly in convulsions while her daughter was on the verge of hysterics-and unwillingly, I removed my hands from her cunt and left the tortured lady to recover herself, first gently placing her in the chair of treachery and releasing her arms.
‘What does she feel like, Jack?’ cried Alice and Connie excitedly as I joined them by Molly.
‘Gloriously ripe flesh, dears,’ I replied, ‘and the biggest cunt I ever came across!’ They looked joyously at each other, their eyes sparkling with pleasurable anticipation.
‘And Molly?’ I asked in my turn.
‘Just delicious, Jack!’ replied Alice delightedly, ‘do let us undress her now!’
‘Certainly!’ I replied-whereupon Molly screamed affrightedly: ‘No, no, oh mother, they’re going to undress me!’
‘Oh no, Jack! for pity’s sake, don’t!’ cried Lady Betty, now fully roused by the danger threatening her daughter. ‘Do anything you like to me, but spare my Molly, she’s only a girl still!’
But Connie, Alice and Fanny were already hard at work on Molly, whose stays were now visible in spite of her frantic exertions to thwart their active hands. As the girls did not require any help from me, I returned and stood behind Lady Betty, who with the intensest anguish in her face was distractedly watching the clothes being taken off her daughter. ‘For God’s sake, Jack, stop them!’ she cried agonisedly, stretching her clasped hands towards me appealingly, as if unable to endure the sight.
‘No, Lady Betty!’ I replied with a cruel smile. ‘Molly must contribute her share of the afternoon’s entertainment! We must have her naked!’
‘Oh, my God!’ she wailed, letting her head drop on her agitated bosom in her despair. Just then Molly screamed loudly; we looked up and saw her in her chemise struggling in Connie’s grasp, while Alice and Fanny dragged off her shoes and stockings. Promptly they then proceeded to undo the shoulder fastenings of her two remaining garments and step quickly clear-down these slid, and with a bitter cry of ‘Oh-h-h, Oh, mother!’ poor Molly stood naked!
‘Oh, my God!’ again shrieked Lady Betty, frantically endeavouring, chair and all, to go to her daughter’s rescue-but I quietly checked her efforts. ‘My darling! I can’t help you,’ she wailed, hiding her face in her hands in her anguish at the sight of her daughter’s helpless nakedness. My eyes met the girls’-they were gleaming with delight; they joined me behind Lady Betty and together we stood and critically inspected poor shrinking Molly’s naked person!
Alice had chosen the correct word-Molly naked was just delicious, so exquisitely shaped, so perfectly made, so lithe and yet so charmingly rounded and plump, so juicy and fresh, so virgin! She took after her mother in her large firm upstanding breasts with saucy little nipples, and few girls could have showed at eighteen the quantity of dark moss-like hair that clustered so prettily over her cunt-which like her mother’s was peculiarly fat and prominent; and I noticed with secret pleasure how Connie’s eyes glistened as they dwelt rapturously on Molly’s tender organ of sex.
For a minute or so we gazed admiringly at Molly’s charming nudity then Alice whispered, ‘Jack, let us put them side by side and then examine them.’
‘An excellent idea!’ I replied, rewarding her with a kiss. We moved Molly’s pulleys closer to the pillar on her left, then wheeled Lady Betty across to Molly’s right and quickly slung her up in spite of her stubborn resistance-then mother and daughter stood naked side by side!
They formed a most provokingly fascinating spectacle. It was delicious to trace how Molly’s exquisite curves were echoed by her mother’s exuberant fleshiness-how both the bodies were framed on similar lines-how the matron and the virgin were unmistakably indicated! Conscious that our eyes were devouring them greedily and travelling over their naked persons both mother and daughter kept their faces down and steadily averted their eyes from us.
‘Turn them so that they face each other,’ I said presently. Quickly Connie and Alice executed my order, Connie taking Molly.
‘Oh, how can you be so cruel!’ moaned Lady Betty as Alice forced her round till she faced Molly. There was just space to stand behind each of them while mother and daughter were about four feet apart. I saw their eyes meet for a moment, horrible dread visible in both.
Their profiles naked were an interesting study-Molly lithe, graceful, with exquisite curves-Lady Betty paunchy and protuberant, but most voluptuous. One striking feature both possessed, the hair on their cunts stood out conspicuously like bushes.
After we had to some extent satisfied our eyes, I said to the girls: ‘I’ve no doubt Lady Betty and Molly would like to be alone for a few minutes, so let us go off and undress.’ And we disappeared into the alcoves, Fanny coming into mine so as not to crowd her mistress and Connie.
We undressed quickly in silence, being desirous of hearing all that passed between our naked victims, and presently we heard Molly whisper agitatedly, ‘Oh, mother, what are they going to do to us?’
‘Darling, I can only guess!’ replied Lady Betty faintly; ‘their going off to undress makes me fear that you and I will have to satisfy their… lust! Darling, I’m very afraid that Jack will… violate you and outrage me, and then hand us over to the girls-and girls can be very cruel to their own sex!’
‘Oh, mother,’ stammered Molly horror-stricken, ‘what shall I do if Jack… wants me?’ And her voice shook with terror.
Before Lady Betty could reply, Connie appeared, naked save for shoes and stockings. She went straight up to Molly, threw her arms round the shrinking girl and passionately kissed her flushed face, gently rubbing her breasts against Molly’s and murmuring: ‘Oh, you darling!… oh, you sweet thing!’ Then she slipped behind Molly and gently seized her lovely breasts.
‘Don’t, Mrs Blunt!’ shrieked Molly, turning and twisting herself agitatedly. Just then Alice emerged, and seeing how Connie was amusing herself, she quickly slipped behind Lady Betty and caught hold of her huge breasts and began to squeeze and handle them in a way that drew cries from Lady Betty. It was delicious to watch the mother and the daughter writhing and wriggling but I did not want their cunts touched yet by the girls and so appeared on the scene with Fanny, whom I had refrained with difficulty from fucking when she exposed herself naked in my alcove.
‘Stop, darlings!’ I commanded, and reluctantly Connie and Alice obeyed. Under my instructions they pushed the padded music bench under the skylight-then we released Lady Betty’s wrists from the pulleys and forced her on to her back on the bench, where I held her down while Alice and Connie and Fanny fastened first her arms and then her legs to the longitudinal bars of the bench, in fact trussed her like a fowl, her arms and legs being on each side of the bench, her knees being separated by the full width, thus exposing her cunt to our attack!
Having thus fixed the mother, we turned our attention to her trembling daughter. We placed a chair in a position to command a view of Lady Betty; I seated myself on it, and the girls then dragged Molly to me and forced her on to my knees with her back to me. While I held her firmly, they drew her arms backwards and made them fast to the sides of the chair-then seizing her delicate ankles they forced her legs apart and tied them to the chair legs. In short they tied Molly on to the chair as she sat in my lap, thereby placing her breasts and cunt at my disposal and in easy reach of my hands.
It is needless to say that this was not effected without the most desperate resistance on the part of Lady Betty and Molly. The former struggled like a tigress, till we got her down on the bench, while Molly had really to be carried and placed on my knees. But now, both were satisfactorily fixed, and nervously awaited their fate, their bosoms panting and heaving with their desperate exertions.
‘Now, my darlings, Lady Betty is at your disposal!’ I said with a cruel smile, ‘I’ll take charge of Molly! My pet,’ I added as the girls hastily arranged among themselves how to deal with Lady Betty, ‘I’ll try and make you comprehend what your mother from time to time is feeling!’
‘Let me have charge of Lady Betty’s breasts,’ cried Connie.
‘Excellent!’ cried Alice, ‘Fanny and I want her cunt between us! Now your ladyship,’ she added as Fanny knelt between Lady Betty’s legs and Connie, stationing herself by her shoulders, greedily seized Lady Betty’s breasts in her little hands, ‘you’re not to spend till we give you leave!’-and kneeling down between Connie and Fanny and opposite the object of her admiration, she placed her hands on the forest of hair and while Fanny’s fingers attacked Lady Betty’s crack, Alice proceeded to play with Lady Betty’s cunt.
‘Oh, my God! stop!’ yelled the unhappy lady as her breasts and private parts thus became the prey of the now excited girls.
‘Mother! oh mother!’ shrieked Molly at the sight of her naked mother being thus tortured. Just then I gently seized Molly’s breasts. ‘Don’t Jack!’ she screamed, agitating herself on my lap, her plump bottom moving deliciously on my thighs and stimulating my prick to wild erection. Molly’s breasts were simply luscious, and I handled them delightedly as I watched her mother’s agonies and listened to her cries.
Steadily and remorselessly, Connie’s hands worked Lady Betty’s breasts, squeezing, kneading, stroking, pulling and even pinching them; she simply revelled in the touch of Lady Betty’s ripe flesh, and while she faithfully attended to the duties committed to her, she delightedly watched Alice and Fanny as they played with Lady Betty’s cunt. Every now and then they would change positions, Alice then devoting herself to the gaping orifice itself, while Fanny played with the hairs; it was while they were thus dividing the duty that Alice suddenly rose and fetched the box of feathers.
Connie’s eyes glittered delightedly as Fanny lent herself to Alice’s caprice by carefully parting the dense mass that clustered on Lady Betty’s cunt and thus clearing the way for the feather. With a finger on each side of the pouting slit, she kept the curling hairs back-then Alice, poising her hand daintily brought the tip of the feather along the tender lips. A fearful shriek burst from Lady Betty, followed by another, and another, as Alice continued to tickle Lady Betty’s cunt, now passing the feather along the slit itself, now inside, now gently touching the clitoris! Every muscle in Lady Betty’s body seemed to be exerting itself to break her fastenings and escape from the terribly subtle torture that was being so skilfully administered to her; she wriggled her hips and bottom in the most extraordinary way, seeing how tightly we had fastened her, then she would arch herself upwards, contorting herself frantically and disturbing Connie’s grasp of her breasts-all the time shrieking almost inarticulate prayers for mercy. It was a wonderful sight-a fine voluptuous woman naked being tortured by three pretty girls also naked-and my lust surged wildly in me.
So far I had confined my attentions to Molly’s delicious breasts so that Molly should not have her attention too much distracted from her mother by her own sensations; she was wild with grief and terror at the sight of the cruel indignities and tortures being inflicted on her naked and helpless mother, and with flushed face and horrified eyes she followed every movement. But when she saw the feather applied to her mother’s cunt and heard her fearful shrieks and witnessed her desperate struggles, she completely lost her head. ‘Mother, dear!… oh! my darling!… stop them, Jack!… stop, Alice, you’re killing her!… oh my God, stop!…’ she yelled as she desperately endeavoured to get loose and go to her mother’s help, and I really had to hold her tightly to me lest she should hurt herself in her frantic efforts. But it was now full time for me to intervene, for Lady Betty was fast being driven into madness by the terrible tickling of so sensitive a part of herself; so I called out to Alice, who reluctantly stopped, Connie and Fanny at the same time ceasing their attentions.
‘Oh-h-h!’ moaned Lady Betty with evident heartfelt relief as she turned her head unconsciously towards us, her eyes half closed, her lips slightly parted. The three girls gloatingly watched her in silence, while I soothed poor Molly; and before long both Lady Betty and her daughter regained comparative command of themselves.
I intercepted an interrogating glance from Lady Betty to her daughter as if seeking to learn what had happened to the latter. I thought it as well to answer. ‘Molly is all right, Lady Betty, she was so interested in watching you that I haven’t done more than play with her breasts; but now that you are going to have a rest and can watch her, we’ll proceed!’ And I slid my right hand down to Molly’s virgin cunt.
‘Oh!’ she shrieked, utterly upset by the sensation of a male hand on her tender organ.
‘No, Jack, don’t!’ cried Lady Betty, again made herself by the horrible sight. Promptly the three girls crowded round me to watch Molly, taking care not to interfere with Lady Betty’s view of her daughter.
‘Oh don’t, Jack!’ again Molly shrieked as she felt my fingers begin to wander inquisitively over her cunt, feeling, pressing, stroking and caressing it tenderly but deliberately, and rousing sensations in her, which strangely frightened her by their half-pleasant nature. ‘Don’t be afraid, darling!’ cooed Connie, ‘you’ll like it presently!’ I continued my sweet investigations and explorations, my fingers moving gently all over Molly’s private parts, playing with her silky hairs, stroking her cunt’s throbbing lips-then as she became calmer and submitted herself more quietly to having her cunt felt, I tenderly tested her for virginity by slowly and gently pushing my finger into her. ‘Stop, Jack!’ she cried agitatedly, ‘oh stop!-you’re hurting me!’ her face crimson with shame, for it was evident to her what my object was.
I smiled congratulatingly at Lady Betty, whose eyes never left Molly in her maternal anxiety and distress. ‘I congratulate you, your ladyship,’ I said, ‘your daughter is a virgin, and as I haven’t had a virgin for some time I’m the more obliged to you for allowing me this opportunity and the privilege of taking Molly’s sweet maidenhead!’
‘No, no!… oh, mother!’ cried Molly in terrible distress while her mother, knowing that remonstrances would not avail, moaned heartbrokenly, ‘Oh, Jack! how can you be so cruel!’
Suddenly Molly seemed to be seized with a fit of desperation; ‘You shan’t have me!… oh you brute! you coward!… you shan’t have me!…’ she shrieked as she frantically struggled to break loose.
‘Oh, oh Molly,’ I said chidingly, ‘what a naughty temper, darling!’
‘Let me loose! you beast!’ she cried making another furious struggle, ‘you shan’t have me!… I won’t let you, you beast!’ she hissed, ‘leave me alone!… take your hand away, you cruel lustful brute!… oh!… oh!!…’ she shrieked, as again I forced my finger into her cunt and began to agitate it gently. ‘Help, mother!’ she yelled, again struggling desperately-then, ‘Oh! Jack! do stop!… oh! you’re hurting me!’ as she relapsed into her usual mood.
I nodded to Connie who at once came up. ‘Get a feather, dear, we must punish Molly! You can tickle her cunt as she now is; it will perhaps cure her temper!’
Quickly and in huge delight, Alice handed Connie a sharp-pointed feather. ‘No, no, Mrs Blunt! don’t tickle me!’ she cried in terror, as the recollection of her mother’s agony flashed through her mind. But Connie was now on her knees before us and with a smile of delight she applied the feather to Molly’s tender cunt.
‘Oh, my God!’ shrieked Molly.
‘Jack, don’t!’ cried Lady Betty, appreciating from her recent experience what her daughter must be feeling.
‘Stop, Mrs Blunt!… Mrs Blunt, do stop!… oh my God, I can’t stand it!… oh Mrs Blunt-t!… dear Mrs Blun-t!… stop!… stop!… I’ll be good!… I’ll do anything you like, Jack!… you can have me, Jack!… oh Mrs Blunt-t!… Mrs Blunt-t!…’ shrieked Molly, mad with the awful tickling she was getting.
‘Stop for a moment, Connie,’ I said, then with a tender forefinger, I soothed and caressed Molly’s tortured and irritated cunt till the girl was herself again.
‘Now Molly,’ I said gravely, ‘of your own free will, you’ve declared that you’ll be good, that you’ll do anything I want, and that you’ll let me have you. You were rather excited at the time; what do you say now?’
Molly shivered. ‘Oh, Jack,’ she stammered, ‘I’ll be good but… but… I can’t do the rest!’
‘Go on, Connie,’ I said briefly.
‘No, no, Jack, not again!’ cried Molly, but the feather was now being again applied to her cunt-only this time I pulled its lips apart so that Connie could tickle Molly’s delicately sensitive interior, which she gleefully did. Molly’s screams and struggles now began to be something fearful and poor Lady Betty, horror-stricken at the sight of her daughter’s agony, cried: ‘Promise everything, darling, you’ll have to submit!’
‘Yes Jack! I’ll promise!… I’ll do it all!… Oh stop, stop, Mrs Blunt!… I can’t stand it any longer!’ shrieked Molly.
Again I stopped Connie and soothed Molly’s cunt with a loving finger; and when she had regained her self-control, I said, ‘Molly, there must be no mistake. You’ll have to do whatever I tell you, whether it be to yourself or to me or to any of the girls or even to your mother. Do you promise?’
‘Yes, Jack, yes!’ she gasped brokenly. Quickly the girls set her free, and she fell half fainting off my knees into the arms of Connie, whose caresses and kisses soon restored her.
By now we all were in a terrible state of sexual excitement. Connie was absorbed with Molly, but Alice and Fanny were casting hungry glances towards Lady Betty as she lay on her back, with widely parted legs, invitingly provocative. I could hardly contain my lust, but to fuck Lady Betty would be to spoil her for the girls-so I decided to let them have her ladyship first. So quickly I lengthened the bench on which she was lying fastened down, by adding the other half; then bending over the agitated woman, I said with a cruel smile: ‘Now Lady Betty, we’re all going to have you in turn, Alice first!’
‘Oh, my God, no, no!’ she screamed, but Alice was on her and Lady Betty felt herself gripped by her strong young arms as Alice arranged herself on her so that her cunt pressed against Lady Betty’s fat hairy organ, and then began slowly the delicious rubbing process which she loved, but which was new to Lady Betty-for woman of the world though she was, she had never been fucked by one of her own sex!
It was delicious to watch her in Alice’s arms, utterly helpless, forced to lend her cunt to satisfy Alice’s lust. Her colour went and came, she began to catch her breath, her eyes shot wavering glances at us-especially at her daughter who, seated on Connie’s knees, was watching her mother with undisguised astonishment, blushing furiously as Connie in loving whispers and with busy fingers made her understand all that was happening. Soon she began to feel the approach of Love’s ecstasy as Alice agitated herself more and more quickly against Lady Betty’s cunt-soon Lady Betty surrendered herself to her sexual impulses now fully aroused by the exciting friction communicated to her by Alice’s cunt, and began to jerk herself upwards wildly as if to meet Alice’s down-thrustings-then her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted as the spasm of ecstasy thrilled through her and Alice simultaneously, Alice quivering simply deliciously as she hugged Lady Betty to her frantically in the raptures of spending!
Presently the spasmodic thrills ceased, then slowly Alice rose, her eyes still humid with the pleasure she had been tasting on Lady Betty, who lay motionless and only half conscious, absorbed in her sensations. Mutely I invited Connie to take Alice’s place-and before Lady Betty quite knew what was happening, she found herself in Connie’s embrace.
‘Oh don’t, Mrs Blunt!’ she ejaculated, flushing hotly as she felt Connie’s cunt against hers and the exciting friction again commencing. Connie was evidently very much worked up, and she confessed afterwards that the consciousness that she was fucking Molly’s mother in Molly’s presence sent her to fever heat; she plunged furiously on Lady Betty as she frenziedly rubbed her cunt against hers, Lady Betty’s hairy tract intensifying the delicious friction, till both were overtaken by the ecstatic crisis, Connie spending with divine tremors and evident rapture.
As she rose, I nodded to Fanny, who by now was just mad with desire. Like a panther she threw herself on Lady Betty, who had hardly recovered from the spend provoked by Connie-fiercely she clasped Lady Betty to her and began to rub her cunt furiously against Lady Betty’s now moist organ. ‘Don’t, Fanny, don’t!’ cried Lady Betty, utterly helpless in Fanny’s powerful grip and half alarmed by Fanny’s delirious onslaught-but Fanny was now in the full tide of her sexual pleasure and revelling in the satisfaction of her imperious desire by means of Lady Betty’s voluptuous body. With fast increasing impatience to taste the joys of the sweet consummation of her lustful passions, she agitated herself frenziedly on Lady Betty’s responsive cunt till the rapturous moment arrived and she spent madly, showering hot kisses on Lady Betty’s flushed cheeks as she felt her quiver under her in the involuntary thrills of her third spending!
As Fanny rose, the girls looked significantly at me, evidently expecting to see me seize Lady Betty and fuck her-but I had something else in my mind.
‘Sponge and freshen Lady Betty, Fanny,’ I said quietly, and quickly the traces of her three fuckings were removed. The operation affording Lady Betty a little time in which to recover herself.
‘Now, Molly, fuck your mother, dear!’ I said.
She looked at me as if she could not believe her ears, then turned to Connie as if seeking information-noting as she did so the look of delightful anticipation on the faces of her companions.
Connie rose to the occasion. ‘Yes, darling,’ she said soothingly as she gently pushed Molly towards Lady Betty, ‘go and get your first taste of the pleasures of love from your mother’s cunt!’
‘Oh, Mrs Blunt, I couldn’t! it’s too horrible!’ cried Molly aghast, while Lady Betty, utterly shocked at the idea of being submitted to her own daughter’s embraces, frenziedly cried: ‘No, no!’
‘Come along, Molly,’ I said, as I pointed to her mother, ‘come along-remember your promise!’
‘Oh, Jack! no, no, it’s too horrible!’ she cried as she buried her face in her hands, shuddering at the idea.
I took her gently but firmly by her shoulders and pushed her towards the bench on which her mother lay in terrible distress: ‘Now Molly, please understand that you’ve got to have your mother,’ I said sternly; ‘if you won’t act up to your promise we’ll tie you on to her and whip your bottom till your movements on and against her make her spend!’
‘Oh, my God!’ she moaned, then breaking from me, she threw herself on her knees by her mother and cried agitatedly as she kissed her: ‘Oh, mother darling, what shall I do?’
Lady Betty’s face became a lovely study of maternal love contending with personal predilections! For a moment she was silent, then she murmured faintly: ‘Come, darling!’
Slowly, poor Molly rose-unwillingly she placed herself between Lady Betty’s legs, then gently let herself down on her and took her helpless mother in her arms, then lay still as if reluctant to begin her repugnant task.
‘Just see that Molly has placed herself properly, Connie!’ I said, and delightedly Connie arranged Molly so that her cunt rested on her mother’s, Fanny and Alice at the same time arranging Lady Betty’s breasts so that her daughter should rest hers on them.
‘Now she’s fine, Jack,’ cried Connie excitedly, ‘now my pet, fuck Mummy!’
Unwillingly Molly complied. Slowly and gently she agitated herself on her mother, cheek to cheek, breast to breast, cunt to cunt. Presently she began to move herself faster, then her sexual passions seemed to begin to dominate her-she clasped her mother closely to her as she strenuously worked her cunt against Lady Betty’s, rubbing harder and harder, more and more wildly, till the ecstatic climax arrived-when with an indescribable ejaculation of ‘Oh-h-h, mo-ther!… Oh-h-h!!’ she spent on her mother’s cunt in delicious transports, Lady Betty’s quivers under Molly showing that she also was spending!
In admiring silence we watched the unusual spectacle of a mother and daughter spending in each other’s arms, till their thrillings and involuntary tremors died away. Then Molly seemed suddenly to remember where she was; slowly she raised her face from against her mother’s cheek where it had rested while she was absorbed in the bliss of her spending, and wailed: ‘Oh, mother, forgive me!… I couldn’t help it!… they made me do it!…’ and passionately kissed her. Lady Betty, who had kept her eyes closed while her daughter was fucking her, now opened them and with a look of infinite love she put her lips up as if inviting a kiss. Passionately Molly pressed hers on them, and for a few moments, mother and daughter showered kisses on each other, a sight which drove my already over-excited self into an absolute fury of lust! Hardly knowing what I was doing, I seized Molly, pulled her off her mother and pushed her into Connie’s arms, then threw myself on Lady Betty and with one excited stroke, I drove my prick right up her cunt as I madly gripped her luscious voluptuous body in my arms and clasped her tightly to me.
‘Oh-h-h!’ she shrieked as she struggled wildly under me, her cunt smarting with the sudden distention caused by the violent entrance of my rampantly stiff organ into it. ‘No, no, Jack! don’t have me!’ she cried as she felt herself being genuinely fucked. But I heeded nothing but my imperious desires and rammed madly into her, revelling in the contact with her magnificent flesh and the delicious warmth of her excited cunt, inflamed as it was by the four girl-fuckings she had just received, which however had not exhausted her love-juice-for I felt her spend as my prick raged wildly up and down her already well-lubricated cunt. Clenching my teeth in my desperate attempts to restrain the outpouring of my lust and to prolong the heavenly pleasure I was tasting, I continued to fuck Lady Betty madly, her quivers and tremors and inarticulate ejaculations and her voluptuous movements under me telling me that her animal passions had now control over her and that she had abandoned herself absolutely to the gratification of her aroused lust-but soon I could no longer control myself. Just then I felt Lady Betty spend again with delicious thrills, inundating my excited prick with her hot love-juice, and this broke down all my resistance; wildly I rammed into her till our hairs intertwined, then clutching her against me in a frenzy of rapture, I spent madly into her, flooding her interior with my boiling essence, she ejaculating brokenly: ‘Ah!… ah!… ah-h!’ as she felt the jets of my discharge shoot into her.
When she came to, she found herself still lying under me and clasped in my arms, my prick still lodged up her cunt, for I was loth to leave so delicious an armful as she was. The storm of lust that had overwhelmed her had died away with the last quivers of her ecstasy, and she was only conscious of the appalling fact that she had been forcibly outraged! In an agony of grief and shame she wailed: ‘Oh, Jack, what have you done!’ her eyes full of anguish.
‘I’ve only fucked you, dear Lady Betty!’ I replied with a cruel smile, ‘and I found you so delicious that after I’ve taken your daughter’s maidenhead I’ll have you again!’ And I laughed delightedly at the look of horror that came into her eyes, then continued: ‘Molly must now amuse us, while you rest and recover yourself sufficiently to allow you to endure the further tortures and outrages we’ve arranged for your amusement-and ours!’ and with this appalling intimation, I rose off Lady Betty, unfastened her and made her over to Alice and Fanny to be sponged and refreshed while I went off to my alcove for a similar purpose.
When I returned after a few minutes, I found Lady Betty in the fateful armchair and Molly’s arms round her, the girls having allowed mother and daughter a little time to themselves. Connie eagerly advanced to meet me, asking excitedly: ‘What now, Jack?’
‘Would you like to fuck Molly now, dear?’ I asked with a smile.
‘Oh yes! please let me, Jack! I’m dying to have her,’ she exclaimed, blushing slightly at her own vehemence.
‘Very well,’ I replied, ‘but don’t take too much out of her just now; I’ll violate her as soon as I’m myself again and then we’ll just work them both for all we can. Do you approve, dears?’ I asked, turning to Alice and Fanny.
They nodded delightedly. ‘Jack, please make Lady Betty over to Fanny and me-Connie wants Molly left to her; and you can fuck them both whenever you wish. We want to do the torturing!’ said Alice softly, looking coaxingly at me.
‘Just as you please, dears,’ I said with a smile, distinctly pleased with the arrangements and delighted to find the girls so keen on exercising their refined cruelty on their own sex! Then together we approached Lady Betty and Molly, who had not heard a word, being absorbed in the terrible fate indicated by me as awaiting them, regarding which they no doubt were whispering to each other softly.
‘Molly, Mrs Blunt wants to fuck you-come along!’ I said quietly as Connie advanced to take her.
‘Mother! oh, mother!’ cried Molly, clinging apprehensively to Lady Betty: ‘Come, darling!’ cooed Connie as she gently passed her arms round Molly’s shrinking, trembling body and drew her away from her distressed mother who moaned in her anguish as she watched her daughter forced to lie down, and separate her legs, and Connie then arrange herself on her, breasts to breasts, cunt to cunt. Shocked beyond endurance, Lady Betty covered her face with her hands, but Alice and Fanny (who had now assumed charge of her) promptly pulled them away and shackled her wrists together behind her back, thus compelling her to witness Molly’s martyrdom under Connie, who now was showering hot and lustful kisses on Molly’s trembling lips, as she lasciviously agitated herself on her unwilling victim.
To us others it was a lovely spectacle. The two girls fitted each other perfectly-while the contrast between Connie’s look of delighted satisfaction as she gratified her lust after Molly and the forlorn woebegone distressed expression of the latter, as she passively let her cunt minister to Connie’s concupiscence, was enough to rekindle my ardour and determined me to ravish Molly as soon as Connie had done with her.
She did not keep me waiting unnecessarily. After testifying by her hot salacious kisses her satisfaction at holding Molly in her arms, cunt to cunt, she began to girl-fuck her ardently and with fast increasing erotic frenzy, rubbing herself ragingly against her victim’s cunt till she felt Molly beginning to quiver under her-then redoubling her efforts, she went into a veritable paroxysm of thrusts and shoves and wild friction, which quickly brought on the delicious spasm of pleasure to both herself and Molly, whose unresisting lips she again seized with her own as she quivered and thrilled in the delicious consummation of her lust!
‘There, Lady Betty, Molly has spent!’ cried Alice gleefully, as she gloated over the spectacle with eyes full of desire which she then turned hungrily on Lady Betty and then on me, as if begging leave to inflict some torture on her. But I shook my head; Lady Betty had now to witness her daughter’s violation.
Presently Connie rose after giving Molly a long clinging kiss, expressive of the most intense satisfaction. Molly then began to raise herself, but I quickly pushed her down again on her back and, lying down myself beside her, I slipped my arms round her so that we rested together, her back against my chest, her bottom against my prick, while my hands commanded her breasts and cunt.
‘Let me go, Jack!’ she cried in alarm, hardly understanding however the significance of my action; but it was quite patent to Lady Betty, who screamed: ‘No, Jack, no!’ while Alice and Fanny exchanged smiles of delight.
‘Lie still, Molly dear!’ I said soothingly, gently seizing one of her delicious breasts, while with my remaining hand, I played with her cunt.
‘Oh, Jack, don’t!’ she cried, quivering exquisitely as she submitted reluctantly to my wishes and let my hands enjoy themselves, still not comprehending what was to follow!
Presently I whispered loud enough for the others to hear: ‘Molly, you’re quite ready now, let me have you, darling!’
She lay still for a moment-then, as her fate dawned on her, she made one desperate furious spring, slipped out of my hands, and rushed to Lady Betty; she fell at her mother’s knees and clasping her convulsively cried: ‘Don’t let Jack have me, mother! oh save me!… save me!’ Alice and Fanny again exchanged delighted smiles with Connie, all three girls intently watching for the order to bring Molly back to me. I rose from the couch and nodded to them. Like young tigresses, they threw themselves on Molly and dragged her away from her mother’s knees, in spite of her frenzied resistance as she shrieked: ‘Mother, save me!’ while Lady Betty, frantic at her helplessness and distracted by her daughter’s cries as she was being thus dragged to her violation cried hysterically: ‘Jack! for God’s sake spare her!’
The girls had by now forced Molly on to the couch again. I saw she would not yield herself quietly to me, so while they held her, I fastened the corner cords to her ankles and wrists and set the machinery at work. As soon as the girls saw the cords tightening, they let go of Molly, who immediately sprang up, only to be arrested and jerked on to her back on the couch-then inch by inch, she was extended flat with widely parted arms and legs as she shrieked with terror; Lady Betty went into hysterics, which Alice and Fanny soon cured by twitching a few hairs of her cunt.
I seated myself by Molly, bent over her and said gravely, ‘Now you’ve again broken your promise Molly-I shall consequently amuse myself with you before I violate you!’
‘No, no, Jack!’ she shrieked as she again struggled to break loose. ‘Let me go!… don’t… shame me!… oh! don’t… have me!’
I ignored her pleadings and began to play with her breasts, which I caressed and squeezed to my heart’s content, finally putting her little virgin nipples into my mouth and sucking them lovingly-at which the three girls laughed gleefully as they now knew that another part of Molly would also be sucked while virgin! Then I tickled her navel, a proceeding which made her squirm exquisitely. Then I devoted myself to her cunt!
First I stroked and caressed it, she all the while frantically crying out and jerking herself about in vain endeavours to escape my hands. The girls now wheeled Lady Betty alongside the couch; her hands were still tied behind her back so that she could not use them to shut out the dreadful sight of Molly spread-eagled naked, and was forced to look on and witness the violation of her daughter right in front of her eyes.
When Lady Betty had been properly placed so as to see all that went on, I leant over Molly, seized one of her breasts with my left hand and while squeezing it lovingly, I gently ran my right forefinger along the tender lips of her cunt, intently watching her tell-tale face as I did so.
A great wave of colour surged furiously over her cheeks, even suffusing her heaving bosom, as she screamed: ‘Don’t Jack, don’t!’ her eyes full of shame while her involuntary movements of hips and bottom betrayed her sexual agitation. It was simply delicious to have her thus at my absolute disposal, to know that the feeling of utter helplessness and the knowledge that her private parts were utterly defenceless was intensifying the mental and physical agony that my proceedings were making Molly suffer-and despite her prayers and her mother’s implorings, I continued delightedly to tickle Molly’s cunt with my finger till I considered she was sufficiently worked up to be sucked-when I quietly rose, placed myself between her thighs, and began to kiss her cunt, keeping my eyes on Lady Betty, so as to note the effect on her of this fresh torture to her daughter.
Lady Betty’s eyes opened wide in shocked surprise-then as a half strangled shriek broke from Molly, she screamed: ‘Oh, my God! don’t Jack! you’ll drive Molly mad!’ Just then my tongue commenced to play on Molly’s cunt, working along her lips, darting between them when they began to pout and, every now and then, caressing her clitoris, the subtle titillation sending Molly into shrieking convulsions as she felt she was being slowly driven against her wishes to spending point! Again Lady Betty screamed: ‘Stop Jack, for God’s sake stop!’ as she saw her daughter squirming and quivering and heard her now half inarticulate cries. I made a sign to the girls. Promptly Alice and Fanny seized Lady Betty’s breasts, while Connie forced her hand between Lady Betty’s thighs and tickled her cunt! ‘Oh, my God! leave me alone!’ she shrieked, struggling frantically but unavailingly-her eyes remaining fixed on her daughter’s now violently agitated body, for I had forced her to the verge of spending. Then a great convulsion shook Molly, ‘Oh-h-h-h’ she ejaculated, then spent with exquisite tremors and thrills, while an unmistakable shriek from Lady Betty proclaimed that Connie’s finger had brought about an unwilling but nevertheless delicious discharge.
Impatiently I waited till the thrills of pleasure had ceased, then I sprang on her, seized her in my arms, brought my prick to bear on her cunt, and with a vigorous shove, I succeeded in forcing its head inside her maiden orifice in spite of her cries and frantic struggles. There her virgin barrier blocked the way. Gripping her tightly to me, I rammed fiercely into her, evidently hurting Molly dreadfully, for her shrieks rang through the room as I strove to get into her, Lady Betty also frenziedly crying: ‘Stop! stop!’ being terribly upset by the sight of her daughter’s agonies and her cries. Molly was very tight indeed, and, in spite of being tied down, wriggled her strong young body so desperately that it was some little time before I could get a really good thrust; but presently I managed to pin her for a moment, then shoving furiously into her, I burst through her virgin defences. A fearful shriek announced her violation, Lady Betty (whose breasts and cunt were still being handled and fingered by the girls) crying hysterically: ‘Oh, my darling!… my darling!…’ as with eyes dilated with horror, she watched her daughter being ravished right in front of her and recognised the very moment when Molly lost her maidenhead!
Now firmly lodged inside Molly, I drove my prick up to its root in her now smarting cunt-then lay motionless on her for a moment till her cries ceased. Then I set to work to fuck her in real earnest, first with long slow strokes, then with quicker and more excited ones-Molly submitting passively as if recognising that resistance now was useless; the deed had been done, her virginity had been snatched from her! Presently, however, she began to agitate herself under me, as if involuntarily, as she succumbed to the imperious demands of her now fully aroused sexual emotions and erotic impulses; as my movements on her became more and more riotous and unrestrained, she responded half unconsciously, half mechanically, by jogging and heaving her bottom and hips upwards as if to meet my vigorous down-strokes. Soon our movements became a tempest of confused heaves, shoves, thrusts and wriggles, then the heavenly climax overtook us! I felt a warm discharge from her as she quivered voluptuously in my arms, then I spent madly, pouring my boiling essence into her virgin interior in rapturous ecstasy as I deliciously consummated Molly’s violation, revelling in her exquisite thrills and tremors as she felt my hot discharge shoot into her-her movements being astonishingly like those of the mother when I spent into Lady Betty; but such was the violence of the sexual orgasm that shook Molly for the first time in her life that she went off into a semi-trance!
Nine
As soon as I had recovered from the delirious ecstasy of my spending, I kissed Molly’s still unconscious lips, rose gently off her and cruelly displayed my bloodstained prick to Lady Betty and the excited girls. After exulting over Lady Betty’s distress and the sight of this incontrovertible evidence of her daughter’s violation, I said, ‘I fancy you would like to attend to Molly yourself, your ladyship. If I let you both loose for the purpose, will you promise to allow yourselves to be fastened again in such a way as I may indicate?’
‘Yes! yes!’ she cried feverishly in her maternal anxiety to attend to Molly before it was too late.
Immediately we set them both free. Hastily Lady Betty caught up Molly in her arms, and after passionately kissing her she led her away to the girls’ alcove, while the girls delightedly bathed and sponged away the marks of my victory from my rejoicing prick, kissing and caressing it as if in sweet congratulation.
‘Now we’ll wind up with a great orgy of cruelty, dears,’ I said. ‘You heard Lady Betty’s promise?’ They nodded excitedly. ‘It would hardly have been possible for us to have forced them into the soixante-neuf position-at all events it would have been very difficult. We’ll now make them place themselves so, on the half bench, then tie them down, Lady Betty on Molly. We then can command their cunts for feeling and fingering and tickling and frigging, and by slightly moving Lady Betty backwards we could suck them and I could fuck them, standing upright-but you won’t be able to do so. Do you want to do it?’
They glanced at each other for a moment, then shook their heads: ‘We shall be quite content to satisfy our desires when they get too imperious by fucking each other, Jack!’ said Alice merrily. ‘Connie and Fanny haven’t tried each other yet and will be delighted to do so presently.’ The two girls glanced tenderly at each other and blushed deliciously. ‘My God, Jack! what a doing the poor things will have had by the time we let them away-do you think they can stand it?’
‘Oh yes, dear!’ I replied with a smile, ‘they’re very strong. And it is about time we all had a little refreshment.’
So I opened some champagne and poured out six tumblers, adding a little brandy to the two glasses destined for Lady Betty and Molly, who just then emerged from the alcove, Molly with both hands shielding her cunt, while Lady Betty covered hers with one hand, while her other arm was passed round her daughter. Both looked terribly forlorn and disconsolate as they approached us; and when the girls crowded round Molly and congratulated her on having become a woman, poor Lady Betty’s eyes sought mine with a look of shocked horror. I handed the champagne round and we all partook of it with relish, especially Lady Betty and Molly, whom it seemed to revive.
‘Now let us resume,’ I cried cheerfully, ‘come along girls, come Lady Betty, bring Molly with you.’ And I moved towards the bench with the girls, while our unhappy victims followed slowly and reluctantly.
‘Now Molly, you just lie down on your back on this bench, just as your mother was made to do-open your legs, put one on each side.’ Reluctantly she obeyed, and soon she was lashed firmly to the longitudinal bars by her wrists and ankles, a lovely sight.
‘Now, Lady Betty, place yourself on your daughter reverse ways, your head between her thighs, her head between your legs. Lie on her, and when we have arranged you properly on her, we’ll tie you down!’
Lady Betty flushed painfully, horror-stricken. ‘Oh, Jack, I can’t!… really I can’t do it!… it’s too horrible!’ she exclaimed, burying her face in her hands and shuddering at the idea.
‘Now remember your promise, Lady Betty,’ I said somewhat sternly as if I was annoyed, ‘come, no nonsense-lie down on Molly!’
‘Oh, my God!’ she wailed. With an effort, she slowly went up to the bench on which poor Molly was lying, bound down and helpless, and shivering with dread-she stood still for a moment as if struggling with repugnance, then stooping down, she kissed her daughter passionately, whispering: ‘My darling, I can’t help it!’ then reluctantly she passed one leg over Molly’s face and laid herself down on her daughter as ordered. Promptly Alice and I adjusted her so that her cunt came within easy reach of Molly’s lips, while her mouth commanded Molly’s cunt, then we strapped her arms by the wrists and her legs by the ankles to the cross bars of the bench, one on each side of Molly, pulling the straps as tightly as we could-thereby further securing Molly, who now lay between her mother’s arms and legs and was pinned down by her not inconsiderable weight.
The pair afforded a remarkable spectacle to us and for some little time we stood in gloating admiration. Neither could move in the slightest degree without the other being instantly conscious of it, and realising its significance. Lady Betty now had her daughter’s freshly violated cunt right under her eyes and only a few inches off; right above Molly’s eyes and also only a few inches off, hung her mother’s cunt; neither could avoid seeing what was being done to each other’s private parts! Were ever a mother and a daughter so cruelly placed?
After a few moments of gloating, I said quietly: ‘Molly dear, I’m going to see how your cunt has been altered by your having been deflowered!’ and I knelt down between her widely parted legs, while the girls crowded round to watch, Molly crying imploringly: ‘Don’t touch me there, Jack it’s so sore!’ at which the girls laughed delightedly.
Critically, I examined Molly’s delicious organ of sex. ‘I think it is swollen a bit, and that the slit is longer-don’t you believe, Lady Betty?’ I remarked. She only moaned inarticulately, evidently feeling her position acutely. With a gentle forefinger, I proceeded to touch and press Molly’s soft springy flesh, each touch producing a cry of pain from her and involuntary writhings which even her mother’s weight could not subdue. Then I gently drew apart the tender lips and inspected with curiosity the gash-like opening into which I had, with so much difficulty, effected an entrance, poor Molly crying: ‘Oh! don’t Jack!’ Her cunt was clearly inflamed and she must have suffered a good deal of pain while being ravished, and as I closed the lips again, I gently deposited a loving kiss on them as if seeking their pardon, Molly ejaculating ‘Oh!’ and quivering deliciously as my caress tingled through her. Then I slowly and gently introduced my forefinger into her cunt.
‘Oh!’ shrieked Molly, writhing with pain.
‘Don’t Jack!’ cried Lady Betty, her eyes full of agony at the horrible sight she was being forced to witness. But remorselessly, I pushed my finger into Molly’s cunt till it was buried up to the knuckle, and retained it there-gently feeling her interior and revelling in the warm soft flesh, still moist with my spendings, and noting delightedly how her gentle muscles were involuntarily gripping my finger, as I tenderly touched her clitoris with my free hand and generally excited her. She was still deliciously tight, and the corrugations of her tender flesh clasped my finger in a way that augured exquisite pleasure to my prick when next it was put into her cunt.
After a little while, I withdrew my finger, to Molly’s great relief; then said to Lady Betty: ‘Now I’ll exhibit your cunt to your daughter, your ladyship!’ She moaned inarticulately, knowing that it was no use asking for mercy.
So round I went to Molly’s side, the delighted girls following me. When there, I leant over Lady Betty’s bottom from one side of her, and as I looked down into Molly’s flushed and pitiful face, I said quietly to her, ‘Now Molly, remember the pinchings and keep your eyes on your mother’s cunt!’ then gently with both hands I drew its lips well apart and exhibited the large pink gap through which she had entered the world, saying: ‘Look, Molly, this is the first thing you came through!’
She was inexpressibly shocked at the sight of her mother’s gaping cunt and ejaculated tremulously: ‘Oh, Jack! how can you be so cruel!’ at which the girls laughed amusedly.
Then to her horror, I pushed my finger in and began to feel her mother just as I had done her. ‘Don’t Jack!’ cried poor Lady Betty, agitating herself spasmodically on Molly as my curious finger explored her sensitive interior, revelling in her luscious flesh which throbbed in the most excited fashion. But after Molly’s exquisite interior, her mother’s seemed almost coarse, and very soon I drew my finger out of her, and said softly to Alice: ‘Get a couple of feathers, dear, and we’ll tickle them both at the same time!’
‘No, Jack, no!’ shrieked Molly in horrible distress at the approaching dreadful torture.
‘What is it, darling?’ cried Lady Betty.
‘They’re going to tickle us together at the same time!’ she cried agitatedly.
Immediately a shriek of terror came from Lady Betty. ‘My God! no, Jack! for pity’s sake don’t!’ and frantically both mother and daughter tugged at their fastenings in desperate but unavailing endeavours to get free, thereby affording us a delicious sample of the struggles we were about to witness when the feathers were applied to their tender cunts. Just then Alice came back with half a dozen long feathers. She picked out one for herself, and Connie selected another, and without any prompting from me, Alice placed herself by Lady Betty’s cunt while Connie knelt between Molly’s legs, then simultaneously applied the feathers to their respective victim’s defenceless slits.
Two fearful shrieks filled the room. ‘Don’t, Mrs Blunt!’ cried Molly, wriggling in a perfectly wonderful way seeing how tightly she had been tied down and also had her mother’s weight to contend against, while Lady Betty writhed and contorted, twisted and squirmed as if she was in a fit-plunging so wildly on Molly as to make the poor girl gasp for breath. She seemed to feel the torture much more keenly than Molly did, possibly because of Alice’s skill as torturer and her quickness in realising the points where the touch of the feather had the cruelest effect-at all events Lady Betty shrieked, yelled, curvetted, and wriggled till I thought it wise to stop the torture for a little, and signalled to both girls to desist-which they unwillingly did, then rose and rushed excitedly to me with eyes glistening with lust and cruelty.
‘Oh, Jack! wasn’t it lovely!’ cried Alice rapturously. ‘Fanny, you take a turn now at Lady Betty, I’d like to watch her!’ she continued, handing the feather to Fanny, whose eyes gleamed delightedly at the opportunity of torturing Lady Betty-then she and Connie impatiently took their places by their trembling victims and awaited my signal.
A refinement of cruelty suddenly struck me. ‘Look here dear,’ I said to Alice, ‘suppose you sit astride on Lady Betty’s backside and looking down on Molly-you’ll feel Lady Betty’s struggles, you’ll see the feather play on her cunt, and you’ll be able at the same time to watch Molly’s face!’
‘Jack! you’re a genius!’ she cried delightedly, ‘help me up, darling!’ and in a moment, she was arranged astride on Lady Betty, whose plump fleshy buttocks she grasped firmly so as not to be dislodged by her ladyship’s struggles and plunges, her weight forcing Lady Betty’s cunt almost on to Molly’s face, so that Fanny had to poise her hand delicately so as to bring the feather into play.
‘Go ahead dears!’ I cried, and immediately both feathers were applied to the respective cunts. Again Lady Betty and Molly shrieked frantically as their cunts were slowly and cruelly tickled and irritated and goaded almost into spending-but they were not allowed to taste that blessed relief! Lady Betty was going nearly mad and, in spite of Alice’s weight, plunging so wildly that Alice had some difficulty in sticking on, while poor Molly, whose chest had now to bear the weight of her mother as well as Alice, had scarcely enough breath to keep her going and so had to endure the terrible torture absolutely passively. Soon both of our victims had again been pushed to the extreme point of endurance, Molly being nearly in hysterics, while Lady Betty was fast going into convulsions-whereupon I stopped Connie and Fanny and lifted Alice off.
‘Hadn’t we better soothe the poor things by stroking their cunts?’ asked Alice, as she watched our panting, quivering, trembling victims.
‘I’m going to force them to suck each other now, dear,’ I whispered with a smile.
‘Jack, how lovely!’ she ejaculated in rapture, eagerly eyeing Lady Betty and Molly-who by now were getting more normal, though the involuntary heaves and tremors that ran through them showed significantly the nature of the relief they were craving for.
I leant over Lady Betty and whispered: ‘You can tell by your own feelings and by the sight of Molly’s cunt what she wants! Suck her!’
‘Oh!’ she ejaculated, shocked beyond expression.
‘Suck her, Lady Betty!’ I repeated, ‘then she’ll understand and she’ll suck you!’
‘Oh! I couldn’t!’ she cried, ‘suck my own daughter!’
‘Yes-suck your own daughter, Lady Betty, and she’ll then suck her own mother! You’ve got to do it! so you’d better do it quietly at once without further nonsense. Now suck Molly!’
‘No, no!’ she cried, ‘I can’t!… I can’t!’
I turned to Alice. ‘Get me that cutting riding whip, dear,’ I said quietly. Quickly she brought it. I swished it through the air close to Lady Betty, who trembled with fright.
‘Now Lady Betty, please understand me clearly. You’ve got to do whatever I tell you-if you refuse you’ll be whipped into submission! Now, suck your daughter’s cunt!’
‘Oh! Jack! I can’t!’ she wailed.
Down came the whip across her splendid bottom. She shrieked wildly as she writhed with the pain. I dealt her another cut-more shrieks; then a third-yet no compliance, but I could see that her obstinacy was giving way. I did not want to hurt her unnecessarily, so I aimed the fourth cut crossways, making the lash curl round her buttock and flick her cunt. A fearful yell of pain broke from Lady Betty; ‘Stop, Jack!’ she screeched, then hurriedly she commenced to lick Molly’s cunt!
‘That’s right!’ I said encouragingly, ‘keep on till I tell you to stop, Lady Betty!’ Then delightedly we all watched the piquant spectacle of a daughter being sucked by her mother! Their faces were a study-Lady Betty’s showing her disgust and repugnance at thus having to apply her tongue to her daughter’s cunt, while Molly’s was full of shame at being thus forced to spend by her mother. Heroically she tried to retain herself to refrain from spending-but in vain; soon her control of herself broke down, then in sheer despair, she ejaculated brokenly: ‘Oh!… I can’t… help it!… ah!… ah!…’ as she spent frantically!
The sight was more than the girls could stand. Alice and Connie flew into each others arms-too excited to rush to the couch, they fell on the soft thick carpet and madly cunt-fucked each other till their feelings were relieved. Fanny, hardly knowing what she was doing, threw her arms round me and clinging closely to me whispered excitedly: ‘Oh, Mr Jack, please frig me!’ which I delightedly did. I would have gladly fucked her, but I had determined to have Lady Betty as she lay on Molly, making Molly lick my balls during the process, so I could spare nothing at the moment for Fanny.
Presently Alice and Connie rose, looking somewhat sheep-faced, but their countenances cleared when they saw that Fanny had been also obliged to relieve her excited feeling by means of my finger; and they exchanged sympathetic and congratulatory smiles, as we again clustered round Lady Betty and Molly, whom we had left tied down and who began to tremble with dread as they saw that they were to be submitted to further indignities and tortures.
‘Now, Molly, it’s your turn, dear-suck your mother’s cunt!’ I said to her as I flicked her tender cunt sharply with the lash of my riding whip so as to stop the useless protest and pleadings which I knew she was sure to make at receiving such a command.
‘Don’t, Jack!’ she screamed writhing with pain-then with loathing horror in her face she placed her mouth on her mother’s cunt and commenced to tongue its lips.
‘Oh! Molly, don’t!’ cried Lady Betty, involuntarily wriggling her bottom and hips voluptuously as her daughter’s tongue began to arouse her sexual appetites in spite of herself; but Molly was too terrified by my whip to disobey me and so continued to tease and torture her mother’s cunt with her tongue for some little time till I stopped her-then straddling over her head with my balls just touching her face, I shoved my rampant prick into Lady Betty’s now gaping cunt, till I had buried it inside her, up to its root. As I did so my balls travelled over Molly’s face, till they rested on her mouth, my thighs then holding her head so firmly gripped between them, that she could not avoid the shocking contact with my genital organs.
‘Now Molly, you’re to lick my balls while I fuck your mother!’ I said with a smile at the delighted girls, who in turn peeped between my thighs to view the extraordinary conjunction of Lady Betty’s cunt, my prick and balls, and Molly’s mouth-Lady Betty all the while inarticulately moaning in her distress at being thus again fucked by me so unexpectedly and in such a position!
I heard stifled cries come from Molly; I could feel her warm breath on my balls but not the velvet of her tongue-so I again sharply flicked her cunt. A smothered shriek of agony-then something exquisitely warm, soft and moist began to caress my scrotum. It was Molly’s tongue-the poor girl was licking my balls!
Oh! my delicious sensations at that moment as my prick luxuriated in the cunt of the mother while the mouth of the daughter reluctantly but deliciously was exciting me into spending! For some moments, I remained motionless save for thrills of exquisite pleasure, until I could no longer control my imperious desires-then with piston-like strokes I began to work myself backwards and forwards in Lady Betty’s cunt, moving faster and faster and getting more and more furious, till I spent rapturously into her, just as her quivering wriggling backside proclaimed that she too was discharging, her head unconsciously resting on her daughter’s cunt as the spasm of her pleasure vibrated through her!
When I had become myself again, I drew out my prick, and after gloating cruelly over the sight of poor Molly’s flushed, shame-stricken and quivering face and tearful but tearless eyes, I pointed to her mother’s cunt now visibly wet and bedewed from my discharge and said, ‘Now go on again, Molly!’
She closed her horrified eyes with an expression of sickening loathing and repugnance and moaned, ‘Oh, my Cod!… Jack, I can’t!… I simply can’t!…’
‘You can, and you shall, Molly!’ I replied sternly as I sent the lash of my whip sharply across her tender cunt, drawing from her a terrible shriek which brought Lady Betty out of her semi-stupor.
‘Go on, Molly!’ I said, pointing to her mother’s cunt as her eyes sought mine as if imploring mercy. Again she dumbly refused, again I caught her a sharp cut full on her cunt.
She yelled in agony, then slowly and with horrible repugnance, she nerved herself to touch her mother’s greasy and sticky cunt with her lips, nearly choking as her tongue slowly transferred the remains of my spend from her mother’s gaping slit into her own mouth and so down her throat! As soon as I saw she was fairly started, I put her in charge of Connie with instructions to keep her at it, whatever happened-then placing myself between Molly’s legs, my prick all wet and semen-soiled close to Lady Betty’s face, I touched the latter with my whip and said: ‘Now suck me clean, Lady Betty!’
‘Oh!’ she cried in horror, shuddering violently as she let her head again fall on her daughter’s cunt. Raising the whip, I slashed her fiercely right down her left buttock, then along the other, my lash cutting well into her soft plump flesh and evidently giving her intense pain from the lovely way in which she writhed and screamed. ‘Suck me clean, Lady Betty!’ I sternly repeated as I sent cut after cut on her wriggling plunging backside, till she could no longer endure the pain, and half hysterically raised her head and opened her mouth. Instantly I ceased the flagellation and popped my humid prick in between her unwilling lips which then closed softly but reluctantly on it as a look of intense repulsion passed over her agonised face.
For some time Lady Betty simply held my prick in her mouth passively and in shamefaced confusion, for she had never before sucked a man and really did not know what to do! But I didn’t mind! Her mouth was deliciously warm and moist, while the touch of her lips was voluptuousness itself-and as I watched her, gloating over her misery and shame, I could see her throat convulsively working, as from time to time, she forced herself to swallow the accumulated saliva now highly impregnated with our mingled spendings.
What with the gratification of my eyes and the stimulus afforded by Lady Betty’s mouth, my virility began quickly to revive. ‘Pass your tongue over and round my prick, Lady Betty,’ I commanded, ‘lick and suck simultaneously!’ Painfully she complied. The action of her tongue was something exquisite, so much so that, in a very short time, my prick began to swell and stiffen (to her silent horror) till her mouth could just hold it! I was ready for action again. Should I spend in Lady Betty’s mouth or fuck Molly again? Hurriedly I decided in favour of Molly.
Quickly I pulled my prick out of Lady Betty’s mouth. ‘Untie her sharp,’ I cried to the girls as I pushed up the second half bench and fastened it to the piece on which Molly was lying tied. Soon the girls freed Lady Betty and lifted her off her daughter, then guessing what was coming, they held her between them in such a way that she was compelled to see what happened to her. As soon as Molly caught sight of me, with my prick in rampant erection, she instinctively divined that she was again to be ravished, and screamed for mercy. But I threw myself on her, took her in my arms, brought my prick to bear on the orifice of her cunt and fiercely rammed it into her, forcing my way ruthlessly in while she shrieked with a pain hardly less keen that that which accompanied her violation. Mad with lust and the exquisite pleasure of holding the voluptuous girl again in my close embrace, and stimulated by the spectacle of the lovely naked bodies of Alice, Connie and Fanny right before my eyes, as they controlled Lady Betty’s frantic struggles to go to her daughter’s assistance while they simultaneously possessed themselves of her breasts and her cunt, I let myself go, and ramming myself furiously into the still shrieking Molly, I fucked her exquisite self rapturously till Love’s ecstasy overtook me, when I spent deliriously into her, flooding her smarting interior with the soothing balm of my boiling love-juice which she received into her with the most voluptuous thrills and quivers, the sudden transition from the pains of penetration to the raptures of spending sending her into a semi-swoon as she lay locked in my arms.
Reluctantly I quitted her, unfastened her and made her over to her mother, who quickly took her off to the girls’ alcove, while they crowded round me, with delicious kisses, as they congratulated me on my prowess in having fucked mother and daughter twice each in each other’s presence, and to the accompaniment of such exquisite licentiousness. Then solicitously and tenderly, they bathed and sponged my prick and generally refreshed me.
‘Now what next?’ I asked.
‘I’m afraid we must be going, Jack,’ said Connie, ‘as we have to dine out!’
‘And I think you’ve had enough, sir,’ said Alice archly.
‘Miss Molly looked quite played out, Mr Jack,’ said Fanny, who had gone to offer her services but evidently had been brusquely refused.
‘Well, perhaps we had better let the poor things off now!’ I said musingly. ‘I don’t think they will offend any of us again!’ They laughed. ‘Well, dears, thank you all very much for your help today-we’ve had a lovely orgy, have punished our enemies, and had a fine time ourselves. Now run away and dress; perhaps you won’t mind Fanny attending to Lady Betty and Molly as they resume their clothing, Alice?’
Just then Lady Betty and Molly came out. They were evidently utterly exhausted. I hastily poured out some champagne for them which greatly revived them, then as they tremblingly awaited the resumption of their tortures, I said gently: ‘Now you can go, Lady Betty, with your daughter. Fanny will help you to dress yourselves. Now if ever you breathe a single word as to what has happened here this afternoon, or if in word or deed or suggestion, you say or do anything to harm or wound these girls or myself, I’ll get you both brought here again and what you’ve undergone today will be mild to what you’ll then taste. Now each of you, kneel in turn before Alice first, then Connie, then Fanny and then me-kiss each cunt three times, also my prick three times, in token of apology and in promise of good behaviour-then dress yourselves.’
We arranged ourselves in the order indicated, standing in a line with our arms round each other. Shamefacedly Lady Betty and Molly performed their penance, my prick quivering as their lips touched it. Then we all resumed our clothing; I put Lady Betty and Molly into a taxi, only breaking the constrained silence with the remark: ‘Now don’t forget!’ then returned to the girls whom I found chatting eagerly and delightedly, all now daintily dressed.
‘I’d like to fuck you all just as you are, dears!’ I said as I eyed them lasciviously in their provoking daintiness.
‘Think what our clothes would look like!’ laughed Connie.
‘Jack, we owe you a lot!’ said Alice more seriously, ‘now Connie and Fanny, let’s say goodbye in a new way. One by one, Jack, we’ll let you suck us just as we are-through our drawers; then we’ll make you lie down, take your prick out through your trousers, and suck you goodbye! I claim last turn so as to receive all that you’ve left in you!’
Delightedly Connie and Fanny complied. One by one, they seated themselves in an easy-chair, while the other two pulled up their clothes and I, kneeling between their legs, sucked a tender farewell to each cunt through the opening of their dainty frilly drawers; then I lay down on my back on the couch. With a trembling hand, Connie excitedly opened my fly and gently pulled out my prick, then kissed and sucked it lovingly; Fanny followed suit, her tongue provoking it into life again. Then Alice took charge and sucked and tongued me till she forced my seminal reserves to yield all they held, receiving in her sweet mouth my love-juice as I spent in quivering rapture. Then we all four entered the waiting taxi and the girls drove me to my club, where they left me with tender and insistent injunctions to, ‘Do yourself well, darling!’