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The Way of a Man
with a
Maid
Liverpool
H.W. Pickle & Co. 1908.
VOLUME II
The Comedy
CHAPTER 1
I will now tell my readers
that four months have elapsed since the events
recorded in the previous
volume. During this period, Alice and I had
frequently met at the houses
of mutual friends who were under the
impression that by thus
bringing us together, they were assisting in making a
match between us. Our rapture
was known only to our two selves, and Alice
had quickly recognized that
complete silence as to what had happened to
her in my Snuggery was her
safest policy. And really, there was some excuse
for the incorrect impression
under which our friends were laboring, for our
mutual embarrassment, when we
first met after her violation, and her
inability to altogether subdue
on subsequent occasions a certain agitation
and heightened color when I
appeared on the scene, were to be symptoms of
the "tender passion" that was
supposed to be consuming us both. But Alice's manner to me
insensibly became kinder and kinder as time went
on. Unknown to herself, there
was in her composition a strain of strong
sensuality which had lain
dormant under the quiet peacefully virtuous life of
an English Miss that she had
hitherto led; and it only wanted some fierce
sexual stimulant to fan into
flame the smoldering fires of her lust. This now
had been supplied. She afterwards confessed to me
that, when the sense of humiliation and the
bitter regrets for her
ravished virginity had died down, she found herself
recalling certain moments in
which she had tasted the most exquisite
pleasure, in spite of the
dreadful indignities to which her stark naked self was
being submitted, and then
unconsciously beginning to long to experience
them again till a positive,
though unacknowledged, craving sprang up, which
she was quite unable to stifle
but did not know how to satisfy! When such
promising conditions prevail,
kind Mother Nature and sweet lady Venus
generally come into operation.
Soon Alice began to feel towards me the
tender regard that every woman
seems to cherish towards the fortunate
individual who has taken her
maidenhead! As I have just stated, she became
kinder and kinder, till it was
evident to me that she had pardoned my
brutality. Instead of almost
shrinking from me, she undoubtedly seemed to
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welcome me and was never
averse to finding herself alone with me in quiet
corners and nooks for two. On my side, I was beginning to
experience a fierce desire once more to hold
her naked in my arms and revel
in the delights of her delicious person, to
taste her lips as we mutually
spent in each other's clasped embrace, in other
words, to fuck her! Kind
Mother Nature had taken us both into her charge:
now sweet lady Venus came on
the scene. One evening, Alice and I met
at the house of a lady hostess, who placed us
together at the dinner table.
I naturally devoted myself to Alice afterwards
in the drawing room. When the
guests began to depart, our hostess asked me
if I would mind seeing Alice
home in my taxicab, which, of course, I was
delighted to do. Strangely
enough, the possibilities of a tête-à-tête did not
occur to me, and it was only
when Alice returned to the hall cloaked and
veiled and our hostess had
told her that I had very kindly offered to take her
home in my taxi that the
opportunity of testing her real feelings was
suggested to me by the vivid
blush that, for a moment, suffused her face and
elicited a sympathetic but
significant smile from our hostess, who evidently
thought she had done us both a
good turn. And so she had, but not in the
direction she fondly thought!
The taxi had hardly begun to
move when we both seemed to remember that
we were alone together for the
first time since the afternoon on which Alice
had been first tortured
scientifically, and then ravished! Overcome by some
sudden inspiration, our eyes
sought each other. In the dim light, I saw Alice's
face working under the rush of
her emotion, but she was looking at me with
eyes full of love and not of
anger. She began to cuddle up against me perhaps
unconsciously, at the same
time turning her face up as if seeking a kiss. I
could not resist the mute
invitation. Quickly I slipped my left arm 'round her,
drew her to me (she yielding
to me without a struggle), pressed my lips on
hers and fondly rained kisses
on her mouth. "Jack!" she murmured lovingly. I
felt her thrill under my
kisses, then catch her breath and quiver again! I
recognized the symptoms.
Promptly I slipped my right hand under her
clothes, and before she could
offer any resistance (even had she desired to do
so, which she evidently did
not), my hand had reached the sweet junction of
her belly and thighs and my
fingers began to attack the folds of her chemise
through the opening of her
drawers in their feverish impatience to get at her
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cunt! "Jack! Oh, Jack!" Alice
again murmured as she pressed herself against
me as closely as she could,
while at the same time she began to open her
thighs slightly, as if to
facilitate the operations of my ardent fingers, which,
just at that moment succeeded
in displacing the last obstacle and were now
resting on her cunt itself. Alice quivered deliciously at
the touch of my hand on her bare flesh as I
gently and tenderly stroked
her cunt, playing lovingly on its moist
palpitating lips and twining
her hairs 'round my fingers, but as soon as she felt
me tickle her clitoris (time
was short and we were fast nearing her rooms,
besides which it would have
been cruel to have aroused her sexual passions
without satisfying them), she
threw all restraint to the winds and madly
agitated her cunt against my
hand, wiggling divinely as I set to work frigging
her. Soon came the first
blissful ecstasy; a delicious spasm thrilled through
her as she spent deliriously
on my fingers—then another—and another—
and yet another—till, unable
to spend any more, she gasped brokenly: "Stop,
Jack! ... I can't go on!" only
half-conscious and utterly absorbed in the
overpoweringly exquisite
sensations of the moment and the delicious
satisfying of the longings and
cravings which had been tormenting her. It was
full time that we stopped, for
the taxi was now turning into her street. Quickly (but reluctantly) I
withdrew my hand from Alice's cunt, now moist
with her repeated spendings,
and I just managed to get her clothes into some
sort of order when the cab
stopped at her door. I sprang out first and assisted
Alice to alight, which she did
almost totteringly as she had not yet recovered
from her trance of sexual
pleasure. "I'll see you right into your
rooms, so that I may be able truly to report that I
have faithfully executed the
orders," I said laughingly, more for the benefit of
the chauffeur than of Alice. "Thanks very much!" she
replied quietly, and, having collected her wraps, I
followed her into the house
and up the staircase to her apartments on the first
floor, carefully closing the
door after me. Alice threw herself into my
arms in an ecstasy of delight. I rather think that
she expected me to take the
opportunity to fuck her—and gladly would I
have done so, as I was in a terrible state of lust: but I always
hated "snatchfucking"
and if I started with her long
enough for her to undress and be
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properly fucked, it might
arouse suspicions that would damage her
reputation. So after a passionate embrace,
I whispered, "I must not stop here, darling:
when will you come to lunch?" Alice blushed deliciously,
instantly comprehending the significance of my
invitation. "Tomorrow!" she
murmured, hiding her face on my shoulder. "Thanks, sweetheart—tomorrow
then!" Now get to bed and have a good
night's rest. Good night my
darling!" and after a few more passionate kisses, I
left her and rejoined my taxi. Next morning, after ordering a
lunch cunningly calculated to excite and
stimulate Alice's lascivious
instincts, I made the usual tour of inspection
'round my flat, and from sheer
force of habit, I began to test the mechanism
concealed in the Snuggery
furniture, then suddenly remembered that its
assistance was now no longer
needed; it had done its duty faithfully; with its
help I had stripped, tortured,
and violated Alice—and today she was coming
of her own free will to be
fucked. The reflection that I would
now have to dismantle all this exquisite
machinery caused me quite a
pang—then I found myself wondering
whether it would not be as
well to let it remain—on the off chance of its
being useful on some later
occasion. In my circle of acquaintances,
there were many pretty and attractive girls,
married and unmarried, and, if
I could only lure some of them into the
Snuggery, the torturing and
ravishing of them would afford me the most
delicious of entertainment,
although the spice of revenge that pervaded my
outraging of Alice would be
absent!
But how was I to effect the
luring? They were not likely to come to lunch
alone with me, and if
accompanied by anyone, it would simply mean that I
should again experience the
irritating disappointments that I suffered when
Marion used to accompany
Alice, and, by her presence, prevent the
accomplishment of my desires.
Besides this, many of the girls I lusted after
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were hardly more than casual
acquaintances whom I could not venture to
invite to my flat, except in
the company of some mutual friend. Therein came my
inspiration—why not try and induce Alice herself to act as
decoy and assistant? If I
could only instill in her a taste for Sadism and
Sadique pleasures and a
penchant for her own sex, and let her see how easily
she could satisfy such
lascivious fancies by cooperating with me, the
possibilities were boundless!
A luncheon invitation to her
and our selected victim would, in nine cases out
of ten, be accepted by the
latter; after lunch, the adjournment to the
Snuggery would follow as a
matter of course at her suggestion—and then her
assistance in stripping the
girls would be invaluable, after which we could,
together, put the girl through
a course of sexual torture, painless but
distressingly effective, and
quench in each other the fires of lust which would
spring up as we gloated over
our victim's shame and mental agony! Yes! Here
was the solution of the
difficulty; somehow or other, I must induce Alice to
give me her cooperation. 76
VOLUME II
The Comedy
CHAPTER 2
I will not take up my readers’
time by detailing the incidents of Alice's visit. She was exceedingly nervous
and so timid that I saw it was absolutely
necessary for me to treat her
with the greatest tenderness and delicacy and in
no way to offend her
susceptibility. She yielded herself to me with pretty
bashfulness, blushing divinely
when I drew off her last garment and exposed
her naked body to my eager
eyes; and her transports of delirious pleasure
during her first fucking were
such that I shall never forget! I had her four
delicious times—and when she
left, I felt certain that it only wanted a little
diplomacy to secure her
cooperation!
She, naturally, was more at
her ease on her next visit, and I ventured to teach
her the art of sucking! When
her sweet lips for the first time received my
eager prick between them and
her warm tongue made its first essays in the
subtle art of titillation, I
experienced the most heavenly bliss—such as I had
never tasted before at the
mouth of any woman; and when, after prolonging
my exquisite rapture till I
could no longer restrain myself, I spent in her
mouth in a delirium of
pleasure, her pretty confusion was something to be
remembered!
I thought I might safely
venture to convert her when she paid her third visit,
and to this end, I selected
from my collection of indecent photographs several
that told their tale better
than could be expressed by words. Among these
was a series known as the
"Crucifixion," in which a lovely girl (evidently a
nun from her despoiled
garments scattered on the floor) was depicted bound
naked to a cross, while
sometimes the Lady Abbess (in her robes) alone, and
sometimes in conjunction with
one of the Sisters, indulged their wanton
fancies and caprices on the
poor girl's breasts and cunt as she hung helpless!
One photograph showed the girl
fastened naked to a Maltese Cross, the
Lady Abbess had inserted her
finger into the Nun's cunt while the Sister
tickled the Nun's clitoris! In
another photograph, a monk was introduced who,
kneeling before the Nun (still
fastened on a Maltese Cross) sucked her cunt
while his uplifted hands, in
the attitude of prayer, attacked her helpless
breasts! Another series,
entitled "La Barrière" depicted various phases in the
ravishment of a girl by two
ruffians in a solitary part of the Bois de Boulogne. 77
The rest were mostly scenes of
Tribadism and of Lesbian love, and
interspersed with them were a
few representing flagellation by a girl on a
girl, both being stark naked!
I was puzzled how best to lead
up to the subject, when Alice herself gave me
the desired opening. We had
just finished our first fuck and were resting on
the broad couch, lying in each
other's arms, her gentle hand caressing my
prick with a view to its
restoration to life. She had been rather more silent
than usual, for she generally
was full of questions which she used to ask with
pretty hesitation and
delicious naivety—and I was cudgeling my brains to
invent a suitable opening. Suddenly Alice turned to me
and said softly, "Jack, I'd awfully like to know
one thing!—when you had me
tied up tight on that dreadful afternoon and ... did all sorts of awful things
to me, did it give you any pleasure besides the
satisfaction of revenging
yourself on me?" "Will you hate me if I
confess, dear, that the sight of your agony, shame, and
distress, as you struggled
naked, gave me intense pleasure!" I replied as I
drew her once more closely
against me. "I knew I wasn't hurting you or
causing you bodily pain; and
the knowledge that your delicious wriggling
and writhing, as you struggled
naked to get loose, was instigated by your
shame at being naked and your
distress at finding your sexual passions and
instincts aroused in spite of
yourself, and irritated till you could no longer
control them, and so felt
yourself being forced to do what was so horribly
repugnant to you, in other
words ... to ... spend!—and not only to spend, but to
spend with me watching you!
All this gave me the most extraordinary
pleasure! When I stopped to
let you have a little rest or else put you into
another position, I felt the
pleasure arising from vengeance gratified, but
when I began again to torture
you, especially when I was tickling your cunt
with a feather, while you were
fastened down on your back with legs tied
widely apart, I must confess
that the pleasure was the pleasure of cruelty! My
God! darling, how you did
wriggle then!" "I thought I would have died!"
Alice whispered as she snuggled up against
me (apparently not displeased
by my confession), yielding herself sweetly to
the pressure of my encircling
arm. "I wasn't in pain at all, but oh! my
sensations! My whole self
seemed to be concentrated just ... where you were
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tickling me! and I was nearly
mad at being forced to endure such indignity;
and on top of it all came that
awful tickling, tickling, tickling!" She shuddered at the
recollection; I pressed her still more tightly against me
and kissed her tenderly, but
held my tongue—for I knew not what to say!
Presently Alice spoke again.
"And so it really gave you pleasure to torture
me, Jack?" she asked almost
cheerfully, adding before I could reply, "I was
very angry with my maid this
morning and it would have delighted me to
have spanked her severely.
Now, would such delight arise from revenge or
from being cruel?" "Undoubtedly from being
cruel," I replied, "the infliction of the punishment
is what would have given you
the pleasure, and behind it would come the
feeling that you were
revenging yourself. Here's another instance—you
women delight in saying nasty,
cutting things to each other in the politest of
ways. Why? Not from revenge,
but from the satisfaction afforded by the shot
going home. If you had given
your maid a box on the ears this morning, you
would have satisfied your
revenge without any pleasure whatever; but if I
had been there and held your
maid down while you spanked her bottom,
your pleasure would have
arisen from the infliction of the punishment. Do
you follow me, dear?" "Yes, I see it now," Alice
replied, then added archly, "I wish you had been
there, Jack! It would have
done her a lot of good!" "I sometimes wonder why you
keep her on," I said musingly. "She's a pert
minx and at times must be very
aggravating. Let me see—what's her name?" "Fanny." "Yes, of course—a case of
'pretty Fanny's way,’ for she certainly is a pretty
girl and a well-made one. My
dear, if you want to do bottom slapping, you
won't easily find a better
subject, only I think she will be more than you can
manage single-handed, and it
may come to her slapping your bottom, my
love!" 79
Alice laughed. "Fanny is a
most perfect maid, a real treasure, or I would not
keep her on—for as you say,
she is too much for me. She's very strong and
very high-spirited, but wants
taming badly." "Bring her some afternoon, and
we'll tame her between us!" I suggested,
seemingly carelessly, but with
well-concealed anxiety, for was I not now
making a direct attempt to
seduce Alice into Sadism?
Alice started, raised herself
on her elbows, and regarded me questioningly. I
noticed a hard glitter in her
eyes, then she caught her breath, colored, and
exclaimed softly, "Oh, Jack,
how lovely it would be!" I had succeeded! Alice had
succumbed to the sudden temptation! For the
second time, her strain of
lascivious sexuality had been conquered. "Shall we try?" I asked with a
smile, secretly delighted at her unconcealed
eagerness and noting how her
eyes now brimmed over with lust and how her
lovely breasts were heaving
with excitement. "Yes! Yes! Jack!" she
exclaimed feverishly, "but how can it be managed?" "That shouldn't be much
trouble," I replied. "Take her out with you shopping
some afternoon close by here,
then say you want to just pop in to see me about
something. En route, tell her
about this room, how it's sound-proof. It will
interest her and she will at
the same time learn information that will come in
useful later on. Once in here,
follow my lead. I suppose you would like to
have a hand in torturing her?" "Oh! Jack! Will you really
torture Fanny?" exclaimed Alice, her eyes
sparkling with eagerness.
"Will you fasten her down as you did me?" I nodded. "Yes! Yes! Let me have a turn
at her!" she replied vivaciously. Then after a
pause she looked queerly at me
and added, "And will you..." At the same
moment she significantly
squeezed my prick. 80
"I think so, unless of course
you would rather I didn't, dear," I replied with a
laugh. "I suppose you have no
idea whether she is a virgin or not?" "I can't say!" Alice replied,
blushing a little. "I've always fancied she was and
have treated her as such." "And what sort of treatment is
that?" I queried mischievously, and was
proceeding to cross-question
Alice when she stopped me by putting her
hand over my mouth. "Well, we'll soon find out
when we get her here," I remarked philosophically,
much to her amusement. "But,
darling, your lessons in the Art of Love are
being neglected; let us resume
them. There is just time for one—I think you
must show me that you haven't
forgotten Soixante-neuf!" Alice blushed prettily,
slipped out of my embrace, and soon her cunt was
resting on my lips while her
gentle hands and mouth busied themselves with
my delighted prick and balls!
She worked me so deliciously that she made
me spend twice in her mouth,
by which time I had sucked her completely dry!
Then we reluctantly rose to
perform the necessary ablutions and resume our
clothes. "When shall I bring Fanny
here, Jack?" asked Alice as she was saying goodbye
to me. "Oh! You naughty, lustful,
cruel girl!" I exclaimed with a laugh in which she
somewhat shamefacedly joined.
"When do you think?" "Will ... tomorrow afternoon
do?" she asked, avoiding my eyes. "Yes, certainly," I replied,
kissing her tenderly. "Let it be tomorrow
afternoon!" And so we parted. This is how it came to pass
that Alice's first experiments in Sadique pleasures
were to be made on the person
of her own maid. 81
VOLUME II
The Comedy
CHAPTER 3
Next afternoon, after seeing
that everything was in working order in the
Snuggery, I threw open both
doors as if carelessly, and taking off my coat as if
not expecting any visitors, I
proceeded to putter about the room, keeping a
vigilant eye on the stairs.
Before long, I heard footsteps on the landing but
pretended not to know that any
one was there till Alice tapped merrily on
the door saying, "May we come
in, Jack?" "Good Heavens! Alice?" I
exclaimed in pretended surprise as I struggled
hurriedly to get into my coat.
"Come in! How do you do? Where have you
dropped from?" "We've been shopping—this is
my maid, Jack"—(I bowed and smiled,
receiving in return a
distinctly pert and not too respectful nod from Fanny)—
"and as we were close by, I
thought I would take the chance of finding you in
and take that enlargement if
it is ready." By this time I had struggled
into my coat. "It's quite ready," I replied. "I'll go
and get it, and I don't know
why those doors should stand so unblushingly
open," I added with a laugh. Having closed them,
noiselessly locking them, I disappeared into the alcove I
used for myself, and pretended
to search for the enlargement—my real
object being to give Alice a
chance of letting Fanny know the nature of the
room. Instinctively she
divined my idea, and I heard her say, "This is the room
I was telling you about,
Fanny—look at the double doors, the padded walls,
the rings, the pillars, the
hanging pulley straps! Isn't it queer?" Fanny looked about her with
evident interest. "It is a funny room, Miss! And
what are those little places
for?" she asked, pointing to the two alcoves. "We do not know, Fanny," Alice
replied. "Mr. Jack uses them for his
photographic work now." 82
As she spoke, I emerged with a
large print which was to represent the
supposed enlargement, and gave
it to Alice who at once proceeded to closely
examine it. I saw that Fanny's eyes were
wandering all over the room, and I moved over
to her. "A strange room Fanny,
eh?" I remarked. "Is it not still; no sound from
outside can get in, and no
noise from inside can get out! That's a fact; we've
tested it thoroughly!" "Lor', Mr. Jack!" she replied
in her forward familiar way, turning her eyes on
me in a most audacious and
bold way, then resuming her survey of the room. While she was doing so, I
hastily inspected her. She was a distinctly pretty
girl, tall, slenderly but
strongly built, with an exquisitely well-developed
figure. A slightly turned-up
nose and dark flashing eyes gave her face a
saucy look, which her free
style of moving accentuated, while her dark hair
and rich coloring indicated a
warm-blooded and passionate temperament. I
easily could understand that
Alice, with her gentle ways, was no match for
Fanny, and I fancied that I
should have my work cut out for me before I got
her arms fastened to the
pulley ropes. Alice now moved towards us,
print in hand. "Thanks awfully, Jack, it's
lovely!" and she began to roll
it up. "Now, Fanny, we must be off!" "Don't bother about the print,
I'll send it after you," I said. "And where are you
off to now?" "Nowhere in particular," she
replied. "We'll look at the shops and the people. Good-bye, Jack!" "One moment," I interposed.
"You were talking the other day about some
perfection of a lady's maid
that you didn't want to lose"—(Fanny smiled
complacently)—"but whose
tantrums and ill tempers were getting to be
more than you could stand."
(Fanny here began to look angry.) "Somebody
suggested that you should give
her a good spanking"—(Fanny assumed a
contemptuous air)—"or, if you
couldn't manage it yourself, you should get
someone to do it for you!"
(Fanny here glared at me.) "Is this the young lady?" 83
Alice nodded, with a curious
glance at Fanny, who was now evidently
getting into one of her
passions. "Well, as you've nothing to do
this afternoon, and she happens to be here, and
this room is so eminently
suitable for the purpose, shall I take the young
woman in hand for you and
teach her a lesson?" Before Alice could reply,
Fanny with a startled exclamation darted to the
door, evidently bent on
escape, but in spite of her vigorous twists of the
handle, the door refused to
open, for the simple reason that, unnoticed by her,
I had locked it. Instantly
divining that she was a prisoner, she turned
hurriedly 'round to watch our
movements, but she was too late! With a
quickness learned on the
football field, I was onto her and pinned her arms to
her sides in a grip that she
could not break out of, despite her frantic
struggles. "Let me go! Let me
go, Mr. Jack!" she screamed. I simply chuckled as
I knew I had her safe now! I
had to exert all my strength and skill, for she was
extraordinarily strong and her
furious rage added to her power, but in spite of
her desperate resistance, I
forced her to the hanging pulleys where Alice was
eagerly waiting for us. With
astonishing quickness she made fast the ropes to
Fanny's wrists and set the
machinery going—and in a few seconds the
surprised girl found herself
standing erect with her arms dragged up taut
over her head!
"Well done, Jack!" exclaimed
Alice, as she delightedly surveyed the stillstruggling
Fanny! The latter was indeed a
lovely subject of contemplation, as
with heaving bosom, flushed
cheeks, and eyes that sparkled with rage, she
stood panting, endeavoring to
get back her breath, while her agitated fingers
vainly strove to get her
wrists free from the pulley ropes. We watched her in
victorious silence, waiting
for the outbursts of wrathful fury that we felt
would come as soon she was
able to speak!
It soon came! "How dare you,
Mr. Jack!" Fanny burst out as she flashed her
great piercing eyes at us, her
whole body trembling with anger. "How dare
you treat me like this? Let me
loose at once, or, as sure as I am alive, I'll have
the law on you and also on
that mealy-mouthed smooth-faced demure
hypocrite who calls herself my
mistress. Indeed! She who looks on while a
poor girl is vilely treated
and won't raise a finger to help her! Let me go at
once, Mr. Jack! and I'll
promise to say and do nothing; but my God!"—(here
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her voice became shrill with
overpowering rage)—"my God! if you don't, I'll
make it hot for the pair of
you when I get out!" And she glared at us in her
impotent fury. "Your Mistress has asked me to
give you a lesson, Fanny," I replied calmly,
"and I'm going to do so! The
sooner you recognize how helpless you really are,
and submit yourself to us, the
sooner it will be over; but if you are foolish
enough to resist, you'll have
a long doing and a bad time! Now, if I let you
loose, will you take your
clothes off quietly?" "My God! No!" she cried
indignantly, but, in spite of herself she blushed
vividly!
"Then we'll take them off for
you!" was my cool reply. "Come along, Alice,
you understand girl's clothes.
You undo them and I'll get them off somehow!" Quickly Alice sprang up,
trembling with excitement, and together we
approached Fanny, who shrieked
defiance and threats at us in her impotent
fury as she struggled
desperately to get free. But, as soon as she felt Alice's
fingers unfastening her
garments, her rage changed to horrible apprehension,
and as one by one they slipped
off her, she began to realize how helpless she
was! "Don't, Miss!" she
ejaculated pitifully. "My God! Stop her, Sir!" she
pleaded, the use of these more
respectful terms of address sufficiently
proclaiming her changed
attitude. But we were obdurate, and soon Fanny
stood with nothing but her
chemise left on, her shoes and stockings having
been dragged off her at the
special request of Alice, whose uncontrolled
enjoyment of the work of
stripping her maid was delicious to witness. She now took command of
operations. Pointing to a chair just in front of
Fanny she exclaimed: "Sit
there, Jack, and watch Fanny as I take off her last
garments." "For God's sake, Miss, don't
strip me naked!" shrieked Fanny, who seemed to
expect that she would be left
in her chemise and to whom the sudden
intimation that she was to be
exposed naked came with an appalling shock!
"Oh, Sir! For God's sake, stop
her!" she cried, appealing to me as she saw me
take my seat right in front of
her and felt Alice's fingers begin to undo the
shoulder-strap fastenings
which alone kept her scanty garments on her. "Miss
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Alice! ... Miss Alice! don't!
... for God's sake, don't," she screamed in a fresh
outburst of dismay as she felt
her vest slip down her body to her feet and
knew now her only covering was
about to follow. In despair she tugged
frantically at the ropes which
made her arms so absolutely helpless, her
agitated, quivering fingers
betraying her mental agony!
"Steady, Fanny, steady!"
exclaimed Alice to her struggling maid as she
proceeded to unfasten the
chemise, her eyes gleaming with lustful cruelty. "Now, Jack!" she said
warningly, then let go, stepping back a pace, herself the
better to observe the effect!
Down swept the chemise, and Fanny stood stark
naked!!
"Oh! Oh!" she wailed, crimson
with shame, her face hidden on her bosom
which now was wildly heaving
in agitation. It was a wonderful spectacle!—
in the foreground Fanny,
naked, helpless, in an agony of shame—in the
background but close to her
was Alice, exquisitely costumed and hatted,
gloating over the sight of her
maid's absolute nudity, her eyes intently fixed
on the gloriously luscious
curves of Fanny's hips, haunches, and bottom!
I managed to catch her eye and
motioned to her to come sit on my knees that
we might, in each other's
close company, study her maid's naked charms,
which were so reluctantly
being exhibited to us. With one long, last look she
obeyed my summons. As she
seated herself on my knees she threw her arms
around my neck and kissed me
rapturously, whispering, "Jack! Isn't she
delicious?" I nodded smiling,
then in turn muttered in her ear, "And how do
you like the game, dear?" Alice blushed divinely. A
strange languishing voluptuous half-wanton,
half-cruel look came into her
eyes. Placing her lips carefully on mine, she
gave me three long-drawn-out
kisses, the significance of which I could not
possibly misunderstand, then
whispered almost hoarsely, "Jack, let me do all
the ... torturing and be
content this time, with ... fucking Fanny ... and me, too,
darling!" "She's your maid, and
so-to-speak your property, dear," I replied softly, "so
arrange matters just as you
like. I'll leave it all to you and won't interfere
unless you want me to do
anything." 86
She kissed me gratefully, then
turned her eyes on Fanny, who during this
whispered conference had been
standing trembling, her face still hidden
from us, her legs pressed
closely against each other as if to shield her cunt as
much as possible from our
sight. I saw Alice's eyes wander over
Fanny's naked body with evident pleasure,
dwelling first on her
magnificent lines and curves, then on her lovely breasts,
and finally on the mass of
dark curling moss-like hair that covered her cunt. She was a most deliciously
voluptuous girl, one calculated to excite Alice to
the utmost pitch of lust of
which she was capable, and while secretly
regretting that my share in
the process of taming Fanny was to be somewhat
restricted, I felt that I
would enjoy the rare opportunity of seeing how a girl,
hitherto chaste and
well-mannered, would yield to her sexual instincts and
passions when she had, placed
at her absolute disposal, one of her own sex in
a state of absolute nakedness!
Presently Alice whispered to
me, "Jack, I'm going to feel her!" I smiled and
nodded. Fanny must have heard
her, for as Alice rose, she for the first time
raised her head and cried in
fear, "No, Miss, please, Miss, don't touch me!" and
again she vainly strained at
her fastenings, her face quivering and flushed
with shame. But disregarding
her maid's piteous entreaties, Alice passed
behind her, then kneeling down
began to stroke Fanny's bottom, a hand to
each cheek!
"Don't, Miss!" yelled Fanny,
arching herself outwards and away from Alice,
and thereby, unconsciously,
throwing the region of her cunt into greater
prominence! But with a smile
of cruel satisfaction, Alice continued her sweet
occupation, sometimes
squeezing, sometimes pinching Fanny's glorious halfmoons,
now and then extending her
excursions over Fanny's round, plump
thighs, once, indeed, letting
her hands creep up them till I really thought
(and so did Fanny from the way
she screamed and wriggled) that she was
about to feel Fanny's cunt!
Suddenly Alice rose, rushed to
me and, kissing me ardently, whispered
excitedly, "Oh, Jack! She's
just lovely! Such flesh, such a skin! I've never felt a
girl before, I've never
touched any girl's breasts or ... cunt ... except, of course,
my own," she added archly,
"and I'm wild at the idea of handling Fanny. 87
Watch me carefully, darling,
and if I don't do it properly, tell me!" And back
to Fanny she rushed, evidently
in a state of intense eroticism!
This time Alice didn't kneel,
but placed herself close behind Fanny (her dress
in fact touching her).
Suddenly she threw her arms around Fanny's body and
seized her breasts. "Miss
Alice ... don't!" shrieked Fanny, struggling
desperately, her flushed face
betraying her agitation. "Oh! how lovely! ... how
delicious! ... how sweet!..."
cried Alice, wild with delight and sexual
excitement as she squeezed and
played with Fanny's voluptuous breasts! Her
head with its exquisite hat
was just visible over Fanny's right shoulder, while
her dainty dress showed on
each side of the struggling, agitated girl,
throwing into bold relief her
glorious shape and accentuating in the most
piquant way Fanny's stark
nakedness! Entranced, I gazed at the voluptuous
spectacle, my prick struggling
to break through the fly of my trousers! Fanny
had now ceased her cries and
was enduring in silence, broken only by her
involuntary "Ohs," the
violation of her breasts by Alice, whose little hands
could scarcely grasp the
luscious morsels of Fanny's flesh that they were so
subtly torturing, but which,
nevertheless, succeeded in squeezing and
compressing them and generally
playing with them till the poor girl gasped
in her shame and agony, "Oh!
Miss Alice! ... Miss Alice! ... stop! ... stop!" her head
falling forward in her extreme
agitation. With a smile of intense
satisfaction, Alice suspended her torturing
operations and gently stroked
and soothed Fanny's breasts till the latter
indicated that she had, in a
great degree, regained her self-control. Then
Alice's expression changed. A
cruel hungry light came into her eyes as she
smiled wickedly at me. I saw
her hands quit Fanny's breasts and glide over
Fanny's stomach till they
arrived at her maid's cunt!
Fanny shrieked as if she had
been stung. "Miss Alice ... Miss Alice! ... Don't!
Don't touch me there! Oh! ...
Oh! My God, Miss Alice ... oh! Miss Alice! Take
your hands away!..." at the
same time twisting and writhing in a perfectly
wonderful way in her frantic
endeavors to escape from her mistress's hands,
the fingers of which were now
hidden in her cunt's mossy covering as they
inquisitively traveled all
over her Mount Venus and along the lips of the
orifice itself. For some
little time they contented themselves with feeling and
pressing and toying
caressingly with Fanny's cunt; then I saw one hand pause
while the first finger of the
other gently began to work its way between the
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pink lips, which I could just
distinguish, and disappear into the sweet cleft. "Don't, Miss!" yelled Fanny,
her agonized face now scarlet while in her distress
she desperately endeavored to
defend her cunt by throwing her legs in turn
across her groin, to Alice's
delight—her telltale face proclaiming the intense
pleasure she was tasting in
thus making her maid undergo such horrible
torture!
Presently I noted an
unmistakable look of surprise in her eyes; her lips parted
as if in astonishment, while
her hand seemed to redouble its attack on Fanny's
cunt. She exclaimed, "Why
Fanny, what's this?" "Oh! Don't tell Mr. Jack,
Miss!" shrieked Fanny, letting her legs drop as she
could no longer endure the
whole weight of her struggling body on her
slender wrists. "Don't let him
know!" My curiosity was naturally
aroused and intently I watched the movements of
Alice's hand, which the fall
of Fanny's legs brought again into full view. Her
forefinger was buried up to
the knuckle in her maid's cunt! The mystery was
explained; Fanny was not a
virgin!
Alice seemed staggered by her
discovery. Abruptly she quit Fanny, rushed
to me, threw herself on my
knees, then, flinging her arms 'round my neck, she
whispered excitedly in my ear,
"Jack! She's been ... had by someone ... my
finger went right in!" "So I noticed, darling!" I
replied quietly as I kissed her flushed cheek. "It's
rather a pity! But she'll
stand more fucking than if she had been a virgin, and
you must arrange your program
accordingly! I think you'd better let her rest
a bit now; her arms will be
getting numb from being kept over her head. Let's
fasten her to that pillar by
passing her arms 'round it and shackling her wrists
together. She can then rest a
bit and, while she's recovering from her
struggles, hadn't you better
... slip your clothes off also—for your eyes hint
that you'll want ... something
before long!" Alice blushed prettily, then
whispered as she kissed me ardently, "I'd like ... something now, darling!" She
ran away to her dressing room. 89
Left alone with Fanny, I
proceeded to transfer her from the pulley to the
pillar; it was not a difficult
task as her arms were too numb (as I expected) to
be of much use to her and she
seemed stupefied at our discovery that her
maidenhead no longer existed.
Soon I had her firmly fastened with her back
pressing against the pillar.
This new position had two great advantages. She
could no longer hide her face
from us, and the backwards pull of her arms
threw her breasts out. She
glanced timidly at me as I stood admiring her
luscious nakedness while I
waited for Alice's return. "When did this little slip
happen, Fanny?" I asked quietly. She colored vividly: "When I
was seventeen, Sir," she replied softly but
brokenly. "I was drugged ...
and didn't know till after it was done! It's never
been done again, Mr. Jack,"
she continued with pathetic earnestness in her
voice, "never! I swear it,
Sir!" After a short pause she whispered, "Oh! Mr. Jack!
Let me go! ... I'll come to
you whenever you wish ... and let you do what you
like but ... I'm afraid of
Miss Alice today ... she seems so strange! ... Oh! my God!
She's naked!" she screamed in
genuine alarm as Alice came out of her toilet
room with only her shoes and
stockings on, and her large matinee hat, a most
coquettishly piquantly
indecent object! Poor Fanny went red at the sight of
her mistress and didn't know
where to look as Alice came dancing along, her
eyes noting with evident
approval the position into which I had placed her
maid. "Mes compliments,
mademoiselle!" I said with a low bow as she came up. She smiled and blushed, but
was too intent on Fanny to joke with me. That's
lovely, Jack!" she exclaimed
after a careful inspection of her now-trembling
maid, "but surely she can get
loose!" "Oh, no!" I replied with a
smile, "but if you like, I'll fasten her ankles together!" "No, no, Sir!" Fanny cried in
terror. "Yes, Jack, do!" exclaimed
Alice, her eyes gleaming with lust and delight. She evidently had thought out
some fresh torture for Fanny, and with the
closest attention, she watched
me as I linked her maid's slender ankles
together in spite of the poor
girl's entreaties!
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"I like that much better,
Jack," said Alice, smiling her thanks. Catching me
by the elbow, she pushed me
towards my alcove saying, "We both will want
you presently, Jack!" Looking
roguishly at me she continued, "So get ready!
But tell me first where are
the feathers?" "Oh, that's your game!" I
replied with a laugh. She nodded, coloring slightly,
and I told her where she would
find them. I had a peep-hole in my alcove
through which I could see all that passed in
the room, and being curious to
watch the two girls, I placed myself by it as I
slowly undressed myself. Having found the feathers,
Alice placed the box near her, then going right
up to Fanny, she took hold of
her own breasts, raised them till they were level
with the trembling girl's.
Leaning on Fanny so that their stomachs were in
close contact, she directed
her breasts against Fanny's, gently rubbing her
nipples against her own while
she looked intently into Fanny's eyes! It was a
most curious sight! The girl's
naked bodies were touching from their ankles to
their breasts, their cunts
were so close to each other that their hairs formed
one mass, while their faces
were so near to each other that the brim of Alice's
matinee hat projected over
Fanny's forehead!
Not a word was said! For about
half a minute Alice continued to rub her
breasts gently against Fanny's
with her eyes fixed on Fanny's downcast face. Suddenly I saw both naked
bodies quiver, and Fanny raised her head and for
the first time responded to
Alice's glance, her color coming and going! At the
same moment, a languorous
voluptuous smile swept over Alice's face, and
gently she kissed Fanny, who
flushed rosy red, but, as far as I could see, did
not respond. "Won't you ... love me,
Fanny?" I heard Alice say softly but with a curiously
strained voice! Immediately I
understood the position. Alice was lusting after
Fanny! I was delighted! It was
clear that Fanny had not yet reciprocated
Alice's passion, and I
determined that Alice should have every opportunity
of satisfying her lust on
Fanny's naked helpless body till the latter was
converted to Tribadism with
Alice as the object. 91
"Won't you ... love me,
Fanny!" again asked Alice softly, now supplementing
the play of her breasts
against Fanny's by insinuating significant pressings of
her stomach against Fanny's,
again kissing the latter sweetly. But Fanny
made no response, and Alice's
eyes grew hard with a steely cruel glitter that
boded badly for Fanny!
Quitting Fanny, Alice went
straight to the box of feathers, picked out one,
and returned to Fanny, feather
in hand. The sight of her moving about thus,
her breasts dancing, her hips
swaying, her cunt and bottom in full view, her
nakedness intensified by her
piquant costume of hat, shoes and stockings, was
enough to galvanize a corpse.
It set my blood boiling with lust and I could
hardly refrain from rushing
out and compelling her to let me quench my fires
in her! I, however, did resist
the temptation, and rapidly undressed to my
shoes and socks so as to be
ready to take advantage of any chance that either
of the girls might offer; but
I remained in my alcove with my eye to the peephole
as I was curious to witness
the denouement of this strangely voluptuous
scene, which Alice evidently
wished to play single-handed. No sooner did Fanny catch
sight of the feather than she screamed. "No! ... no!
Miss Alice! ... don't tickle
me!" at the same time striving frantically to break
the straps that linked
together her wrists and her ankles. But my tackle was
too strong! Alice meanwhile
had caught up a cushion which she placed at
Fanny's feet and right in
front of her, she knelt on it, resting her luscious
bottom on her heels and,
having settled herself down comfortably, she, with a
smile in which cruelty and
malice were strangely blended, gloatingly
contemplated her maid's naked
and agitated body, then slowly and
deliberately applied the tip
of the feather to Fanny's cunt!
"Oh, my God! Miss Alice,
don't!" yelled Fanny, writhing in delicious
contortions in her desperate
endeavors to dodge the feather. "Don't, Miss!" she
shrieked, as Alice, keenly
enjoying her maid's distress and her vain efforts to
avoid the torture, proceeded
delightedly to pass the feather lightly along the
sensitive lips of Fanny's cunt
and finally set to work to tickle Fanny's clitoris,
thereby sending her so nearly
into hysterical convulsions that I felt it time I
interposed. 92
As I emerged from my alcove,
Alice caught sight of me and dropped her
hand as she turned towards me,
her eyes sparkling with lascivious delight!
"Oh, Jack! Did you see her?"
she cried excitedly. "I heard her, dear!" I replied
ambiguously, "and began to wonder whether
you were killing her, so came
out to see." "Not to worry!" she cried, hugely pleased. "I'm going to give
her another turn!"
That declaration produced from
Fanny the most pitiful pleadings, which
seemed, however, only to
increase Alice's cruel satisfaction, and she was
proceeding to be as good as
her word when I stopped her. "You'd better let me first
soothe her irritated senses, dear," I said, and, with
one hand, I caressed and
played with Fanny's full and voluptuous breasts,
which I found tense and firm
under her sexual excitement, while with the
other, I stroked and felt her
cunt, a procedure that evidently afforded her
considerable relief although,
at another time, it doubtless would have
provoked shrieks and cries!
She had not spent, though she must have been
very close to doing it; and I
saw that I must watch Alice very closely indeed
during the "turn" she was
going to give Fanny for my special delectation, lest
the catastrophe I was so
desirous of avoiding should occur, for in my mind, I
had decided that when Alice
had finished tickling Fanny, she should have
an opportunity of satisfying
her lustful cravings on her, when it would be
most desirable that Fanny
should be in a condition to show the effect on her
of Alice's lascivious
exertions. While feeling Fanny's cunt, I
naturally took the opportunity to see if Alice's
penetrating finger had met
with any difficulty entering and had thus caused
Fanny the pain that her
shrieks and wriggles had indicated. I found the way
in intensely tight, a
confirmation of her story and statement that nothing had
gone in since the rape was
committed on her. Although therefore I could not
have the gratification of
taking her virginity, I felt positive that I should have
a delicious time and that
practically, I should be violating her, and I
wondered into which of the two
delicious cunts now present I would shoot my
surging and boiling discharge
as it dissolved in Love's sweetest ecstasies!
"Now, Alice, I think she is
ready for you!" I said when I had stroked and felt
Fanny to my complete
satisfaction. 93
"No, no, Miss Alice!" shrieked
Fanny in frantic terror, "for God's sake, don't
tickle me again!" Disregarding her cries, Alice,
who had with difficulty restrained her
impatience, quickly again
applied the feather to Fanny's cunt, and a
wonderful spectacle followed;
Fanny's shrieks, cries, and entreaties filled the
room while she wiggled and
squirmed and twisted herself about in the most
bewitchingly provocative
manner, while Alice, with parted lips and eyes
that simply glistened with
lust, remorselessly tickled her maid's cunt with
every refinement of cruelty,
every fresh shriek and convulsion bringing a
delightful look on her
telltale face. Motionless, I watched the pair, till I
noticed Fanny's breasts
stiffen and become tense. Immediately I covered her
cunt with my hand, saying to
Alice, "Stop, dear, she's had as much as she can
stand!" Reluctantly, she
desisted from her absorbing occupation and rose, her
naked body quivering with
aroused but unsatisfied lust. Now was the time for me to try
and effect what I had in mind: The
introduction of both girls to
Tribadism! "Let us move Fanny to the large couch
and fasten her down before she
recovers herself," I hastily whispered to Alice. Quickly we set her loose,
between us we carried her, half-fainting, to the
large settee couch where we
lay her on her back and made fast her wrists to
the two top corners and her
ankles to the two lower ones. We now had only to
set the machinery going and
she would lie in the position I desired, namely
spread-eagled!
Alice clutched me excitedly
and whispered hurriedly, "Jack, do me before
she comes to herself and
before she can see us! I'm just mad for it!" And,
indeed, with her flushed
cheeks, humid eyes, and heaving breasts, this was
very evident!
But although I was also
bursting with lust and eager to fuck either Alice or
her maid, it would not have
suited my program to do so! I wanted Alice to
fuck Fanny! I wanted the first
spending of both girls to be mutually provoked
by the friction of their
excited cunts one against the other! This was why I
stopped Alice from tickling
her maid into spending, and it was for this reason
that I had extended Fanny on
her back in such a position that her cunt should
be at Alice's disposal!
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"Hold on, darling, for a bit!"
I whispered back. "You'll soon see why! I want it
as badly as you do, my sweet,
but am fighting it till the proper time comes!
Run away now, and take off
your hat, for it will now only be in the way," and I
smiled significantly as I
kissed her. Alice promptly obeyed. I
seated myself on the couch by the side of Fanny,
who was still lying with eyes
closed but breathing almost normally. Bending
over her, I closely inspected
her cunt to ascertain whether she had or had not
spent under the terrific
tickling she had just received! I could find no traces
whatever, but to make sure, I
gently drew the lips apart and peered into the
sweet coral cleft, but again
saw no traces. The touch of my fingers on her cunt,
however, roused Fanny from her
semi-stupor and she dreamily opened her
eyes, murmuring, "Oh, Sir,
don't!" as she recognized that I was her assailant,
then she looked hurriedly
'round as in search of Alice. "Your mistress will be here
immediately," I said with a smile. "She has only
gone away to take off her
hat!" The look of terror returned to her eyes, and she
exclaimed, "Oh, Mr. Jack, do
let me go, she'll kill me!" "Oh, no!" I replied as I
laughed at her agitation. "Oh, no, Fanny, on the
contrary, she's now going to
do to you the sweetest, nicest, and kindest thing
one girl can do to another!
Here she comes!" I rose as Alice came up full
of pleasurable excitement as to what was now
going to happen, and slipped
my arm lovingly 'round her waist. She looked
eagerly at her now trembling
maid, then whispered, "Is she ready for us
again, Jack?" "Yes, dear!" I answered
softly. "While you were away taking off your hat, I
thought it as well to see in
what condition her cunt was after its tickling! I
found it very much irritated
and badly in want of Nature's soothing essence!
You, darling, are also much in
the same state, your cunt also wants soothing!
So I want you girls to soothe
each other! Get onto Fanny, dear, take her in
your arms, arrange yourself on
her so that your cunt lies on hers and gently
rub yours against hers! Soon
both of you will be tasting the sweetest ecstasy!
In other words, fuck Fanny,
dear." 95
Alice looked at me in wondrous
admiration! As she began to comprehend
my suggestion, her face broke
into delightful smiles, and when I stooped to
kiss her, she exclaimed
rapturously, "Oh, Jack! how sweet! ... how delicious!" as
she gazed eagerly at Fanny.
But the latter seemed horrified at the idea of
being submitted thus to her
mistress's lustful passion and embraces, and
attempted to escape, crying in
her dismay: "No, no, Sir!—oh, no, Miss!—I don't
want it, please!" "But I do, Fanny," cried Alice
with sparkling eyes as she gently, but firmly,
pushed her struggling maid
onto her back and held her down forcibly, till I
had pulled all four straps
tight, so that Fanny lay flat with her arms and legs
wide apart in Maltese-Cross
fashion, a simply entrancing spectacle! Slipping
my hands under her buttocks, I
raised her middle till Alice was able to push a
hard cushion under her bottom,
the effect of which was to make her cunt
stand out prominently; then
turning to Alice, who had assisted in these
preparations with the keenest
interest but evident impatience, I said, "Now
dear, there she is! Set to
work and violate your maid!" In a flash Alice was on the
couch and on her knees between Fanny's widely
parted legs. Excitedly she
threw herself on her maid, passed her arms 'round
her and hugged her closely as
she showered kisses on Fanny's still-protesting
mouth till the girl had to
stop for breath. With a few rapid movements, she
arranged herself on her maid
so that the two luscious pairs of breasts were
pressing against each other,
their stomachs in close contact, and their cunts
touching!
"One moment, Alice!" I
exclaimed, just as she was beginning to agitate
herself on Fanny. "Let me see
that you are properly placed before you start!" Leaning over her bottom, I
gently parted her thighs, till between them I saw
the cunts of the mistress and
the maid resting on each other, slit to slit, clitoris
to clitoris, half hidden by
the mass of their closely interwoven hairs, the
sweetest of sights! After
restoring her thighs to their original position, closely
pressed against each other, I
gently thrust my right hand between the girl's
navels, and worked it along
amidst their bellies till it lay between their cunts!
"Press down a bit, Alice!" I
said, patting her bottom with my disengaged hand. Promptly she complied with two
or three vigorous downward thrusts which
forced my palm hard against
Fanny's cunt while her own pressed deliciously
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against the back of my hand.
The sensation of thus feeling at the same time
these two full, fat, fleshy,
warm and throbbing cunts between which my hand
lay in sandwich fashion was
something exquisite; and it was with the greatest
reluctance that I removed it
from the sweetest position it is ever likely to find
herself in, but Alice's
restless and involuntary movements proclaimed that
she was fast yielding to her
feverish impatience to fuck Fanny and to taste
the rapture of spending on the
cunt of her maid, the emission provoked by its
sweet contact and friction
against her own excited organ!
She still held Fanny closely
clasped against her and with head slightly
thrown back, she kept her eyes
fixed on her maid's terrified averted face with
a gloating hungry look, murmuring softly, "Fanny, you shall now ...
love me!"
Both the girls were quivering,
Alice from overwhelming and unsatisfied lust,
Fanny from shame and horrible
apprehension!
Caressing Alice's bottom
encouragingly, I whispered, "Go ahead, dear!" In a
trice her lips were pressed to
Fanny's flushed cheeks on which she rained hot
kisses as she slowly began to
agitate her cunt against her maid's with
voluptuous movements of her
beautiful bottom. "Oh! Miss..." gasped Fanny,
her eyes betraying the sexual emotion that she
felt beginning to overpower
her, her color coming and going!
Alice's movements became
quicker and more agitated; soon she was
furiously rubbing her cunt
against Fanny's with strenuous downward
thrusting strokes of her
bottom, continuing her fierce kisses on her maid's
cheeks as the latter lay
helpless with half-closed eyes, tightly clasped in her
mistress's arms!
A hurricane of sexual rage
seemed to seize Alice! Her bottom wildly
oscillated and gyrated with
confused jerks, thrusts, and shoves as she
frenziedly pressed her cunt
against Fanny's with a rapid jogging motion:
suddenly Alice seemed to
stiffen and become almost rigid, her arms gripped
Fanny more tightly than ever,
her head fell forward on Fanny's shoulder as an
indescribable spasm thrilled
through her, followed by convulsive vibrations
and tremors! Almost
simultaneously Fanny's half-closed eyes turned
upwards till the whites were
showing, her lips parted, she gasped brokenly,
"Oh! ... Miss ... Alice! ...
Ah ... ah!" then thrilled convulsively while quiver after
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quiver shot through her! The
blissful crisis had arrived! Mistress and maid
were deliriously spending,
cunt against cunt, Alice in rapturous ecstasy at
having so deliciously
satisfied her sexual desires by means of her maid's cunt,
while forcing the latter to
spend in spite of herself, while Fanny was
quivering ecstatically under
heavenly sensations hitherto unknown to her
(owing to her having been
unconscious when she was ravished) and now
communicated to her wondering
senses by her mistress whom she still felt
lying on her and in whose arms
she was still clasped!
Intently I watched both girls,
curious to learn how they would regard each
other when they had recovered
from their ecstatic trance. Would the mutual
satisfaction of their
overwrought sexual cravings wipe out the animosity
between them, which had caused
the strange events of this afternoon, or
would Alice's undoubted lust
for her maid be simply raised to a higher pitch
by this satisfying of her
sexuality on her maid's body, and would Fanny
consider that she had been
violated by her mistress and therefore bear a
deeper grudge than ever
against her! It was a pretty problem and I eagerly
awaited the situation. Alice was the first to move.
With a long-drawn breath, indicative of intense
satisfaction, she raised her
head off Fanny's shoulder. The slight movement
roused Fanny, who mechanically
turned her averted head towards Alice,
and as the girls languidly
opened their humid eyes, they found themselves
looking straight at each
other! Fanny colored like a peony and quickly
turned her eyes away; Alice,
on the contrary, continued to regard the
blushing face of her maid. A
look of gratification and triumph came into her
eyes, then she deliberately
placed her lips on Fanny's and kissed her, saying
softly but significantly, "Now
it's Mr. Jack's turn, my dear!" Raising her head,
she, with a malicious smile,
watched Fanny to see how she would receive the
intimation. Fanny darted a startled,
horrified glance at me, another at her mistress. Seeing that both our faces
only confirmed Alice's announcement, she cried
pitifully, "No, no, Mr. Jack!
No, no! Miss Alice! Oh, Miss, how can you be so
cruel?" With a malicious smile, Alice
again kissed her horrified maid, saying
teasingly, "You must tell us
afterwards which of us you like best, Fanny, and,
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if you're very good and let
Mr. Jack have as good a fuck as you have just
given me, we'll have each
other in front of you for your special edification!" She kissed Fanny once more and
rose slowly off her, exposing as she did so
her own cunt and that of her
maid. I shot a quick glance at both in turn. The
girls had evidently spent
profusely, their hairs glistened with tiny drops of
love-dew, while, here and
there, bits were plastered down. Alice caught my glance and
smiled merrily. "I let myself go, Jack!" she
laughed. "But there will be
plenty when you are ready!" she added wickedly. "I'll just put myself right,
then I'll do lady's maid to Fanny and get her ready
for you!" With a saucy look,
she whispered, "Haven't I sketched out a fine
program!" "You have indeed!" I replied
as I seized and kissed her. I wish only that I was
to have you first, dear, while
I'm so rampant!" "No, no," she whispered,
kissing me again: "I'm not ready yet! Fuck Fanny
well, Jack! It will do her
good, and you'll find her a delicious mover!" And she
ran off to her alcove. I sat down on the couch by
Fanny's side and began to play with her breasts,
watching her closely. She was
in a terrible state of agitation, her head rolling
from side to side, her eyes
closed, her lips slightly apart, while her bosom
heaved wildly. As my hands
seized her breasts gently she started, opened her
eyes, and seeing that it was
me she piteously pleaded, "Oh, Mr. Jack! Don't ... don't..." She could not bring
herself to say the dreadful word that expressed
her fate. "Don't ... what, Fanny?" I
asked maliciously. With effort she brought out the
word. "Oh! Sir! Don't ... fuck
me!" "But your mistress has ordered
it, Fanny, and she tells me you are very sweet,
and so I want it! And it will
be like taking your maidenhead, only much nicer
for you, as you won't have the
pain that girls feel when they are first ravished
and you'll be able to taste
all the pleasure!" "No, no, Mr. Jack," she cried.
"Don't ... fuck me." 99
Just then Alice came up with
water, a sponge, and a towel. "What's the
matter, Jack?" she asked. "Your maid says she doesn't
want to be fucked, dear; perhaps you can
convince her of her
foolishness!" Alice was now sponging Fanny's
cunt with sedulous care, and her attentions
were making Fanny squirm and
wriggle involuntarily in the most lovely
fashion, much to her
mistress's gratification. When Alice had finished, she
turned to me and said, "She's
quite ready, Jack! Go ahead!" "No, no, Sir!" yelled Fanny in
genuine terror, but I quickly got between her
legs and placed myself on her
palpitating stomach, clasped her in my arms
and directed my prick against
her delicious cleft. I got its head inside without
much difficulty. Fanny was now
wild with fright and shrieked despairingly
as she felt me effect an
entrance into her, and as my prick penetrated deeper
and deeper, she went off into
a paroxysm of frantic plunging in the hope of
dislodging me. I did not experience half the
difficulty I had anticipated in getting into
Fanny, for her spendings under
Alice had lubricated the passage, but she was
exceedingly tight and I must
have hurt her for her screams were terrible!
Soon, however, I was into her
till our hairs mingled. I lay still for a little while
to allow her to recover a bit,
and before long her cries ceased and she lay
panting in my arms. Alice, who was in my full
sight and had been watching with the closest
attention and the keenest
enjoyment this violation of her maid, now bent
forward and said softly,
"She's all right, Jack! Go on dear!" Promptly I set to
work to fuck Fanny, at first
with long, slow, piston-like strokes of my prick,
then more and more rapid
thrusts and shoves, driving myself well up into her. Suddenly I felt Fanny quiver
deliciously under me ... she had spent!
Delightedly I continued to
fuck her ... soon she spent again, then again, and
again, quivering with the most
exquisite tremors and convulsions as she lay
clasped tightly in my arms,
uttering almost inarticulate "Ahs" and "Ohs" as
the spasm of pleasure thrilled
her. Now I began to feel my own ecstasy
quickly approaching! Hugging
Fanny against me more closely than ever, I let
myself go and rammed furiously
into her as she lay quivering under me till
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the rapturous crisis overtook
me. Madly I shot her my pent-up torrent of
boiling virile balm,
inundating her sweetly excited interior and evidently
causing her the most exquisite
bliss, for her head fell backwards, her eyes
closed, her nostrils dilated,
her lips parted, as she ejaculated, "Ah! ... Ah! ... Ah!..." when feeling each jet
of my hot discharge shoot into her. Heavens! How
I spent! The thrilling,
exciting and provocative events of the afternoon had
worked me up into a state of
sexual excitement that even the ample
discharge I had spent into
Fanny did not quench my ardor, and as soon as the
delicious thrills and spasms
of pleasure had died away, I started fucking her a
second time. But Alice
intervened. "No, Jack!" she exclaimed softly, adding
archly, "you must keep the
rest for me! Get off quickly, dear, and let me
attend to Fanny!" Unable to challenge her veto,
I reluctantly withdrew my prick from Fanny's
cunt after kissing her
ardently. I rose and retired to my alcove, while Alice
quickly took Fanny into her
charge and attended to her with loving care!
When I returned, Fanny was
still lying on her back, fastened down to the
couch, and Alice was sitting
by her and talking to her with an amused smile
as she gently played with her
maid's breasts. As soon as Fanny caught sight of
me, she blushed rosy red,
while Alice turned and greeted me with a
welcoming smile. "I've been trying to find out
from Fanny which fuck she liked best," she said
with a merry smile, "but she
won't say! Did she give you a good time, Jack?" "She was simply divine!" I
replied as I stopped and kissed the still-blushing
girl!
"Then we'll give her the
reward we promised," replied Alice, looking sweetly
at Fanny. "She shan't be tied
up any more and she'll see you fuck me
presently! Set her free,
Jack," she added, and soon Fanny rose confusedly from
the couch on which she had
tasted the probably unique experience of being
fucked in rapid succession
first by a girl and then by a man!" She was very
shamefaced and her limbs were
very stiff from having been retained so long
in one position, but we
supported her to the sofa where we placed her
between us. We gently chafed
and massaged her limbs till they regained
their powers and soothed her
with our kisses and caresses, while our hands
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wandered all over her naked
and still trembling body, and soon she was
herself again. "Now!" exclaimed Alice, who
was evidently in heat again, "are you ready?" "Look, dear!" I replied,
holding up my limp prick for her inspection, adding
with a smile: "Time, my
Christian friend!" She laughed, took my prick
gently in her hands and began to fondle it, but as
it did not show the signs of
returning life she so desired to see, she caught hold
of Fanny's hand and made it
assist hers, much to Fanny's bashful confusion. But her touch had the desired
effect, and soon I was stiff and rampant again!
"Thanks, Fanny!" I said as I
lovingly kissed her blushing face. "Now, Alice, if
you will!" Quickly Alice was on her back
with parted legs. Promptly I got onto her and
drove my prick home up her
cunt. Clasping each other closely, we set to work
and fucked each other
deliciously till we both spent in delirious transports of
pleasure which heightened
Fanny's blushes, as with humid eyes she watched
us in wondering astonishment
and secret delight!
After exchanging ardent
kisses, we rose. "Come, Fanny, we must dress and be
off I didn't know it was so
late!" exclaimed Alice. Off the girls went together
to Alice's alcove while I
retired to mine. I was delighted that their departure
should be thus hurried as it
would bypass the possible awkwardness of a
more formal leave-taking. Soon
we all were dressed. I called a taxi and put
the girls into it, their faces
discreetly veiled, and as they drove off, I felt that
the afternoon had not been
wasted!
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VOLUME II
The Comedy
CHAPTER 4
Two days after this memorable
afternoon, I received the following letter from
Alice:
My darling Jack,
I must write and tell you the
sequel to yesterday's lovely afternoon at the
Snuggery. Fanny didn't say a word on the
way home, but was evidently deeply thinking
and getting more and more
angry. She went straight to her room and I to
mine. I did not expect she
would resume her duties, in fact I rather
anticipated she would come in
to say she was going away at once! But in
about ten minutes she came in
as if nothing had happened, only she wouldn't
speak unless it was absolutely
necessary. At eight o'clock she brought
me the dinner menu as usual for my orders. I
told her I felt too tired to
dress and go down, so would dine in my own room
and that she must dine with
me, as she was looking so tired and upset
generally. She looked
surprised, and I think she hesitated about accepting
my invitation, but did so. At dinner, of course, she had
to talk. I saw she had refreshing and appetizing
food and she made a good
dinner. I also induced her to drink a little
Burgundy, which seemed to do
her a lot of good, and she gradually became
less sulky. When the table was cleared,
she was going away, but I asked her to stay and
rest comfortably if she had
done her work for the day. To my surprise she
seemed glad to do so. I
installed her in a comfortable chair and made her chat
with me about things in
general, carefully avoiding anything that might
recall the events of the
afternoon!
After some little time so
passed, she rose and stood before me in a most
respectful attitude and said,
"Miss Alice, you've always been a very kind
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mistress to me. You've treated
me with every consideration, you've paid me
well, you've given me light
work. Would you mind telling me why you were
so awfully cruel to me this
afternoon?" I was very surprised, but
fortunately ideas came!
"Certainly I will, Fanny," I
replied. "I think you are entitled to know. Come
and sit by me and we can talk
it over nicely." I was then on the little sofa
with padded back and ends, and which you know
just holds two nicely. Fanny
hesitated for a moment and then sat down. "I've tried to be a good
mistress to you, Fanny," I said gravely, "because you
have been a very good maid to
me. But, of late, there has been something
wrong with you; your temper
has been so queer that, though you have never
disobeyed me, you have made
your obedience very unpleasant, and I found
myself wondering whether I had
not better send you away. But I very much
didn't want to lose you—(here
she half moved toward me)—and so I thought
I'd talk the case over with
Mr. Jack, who is one of my best friends and always
helps me in all troublesome
matters. He said something must be wrong with
you, and there undoubtedly
is—and you must presently tell me what it is—
and advised that he should
give you a good shock, which he has done!" "My God, yes, Miss Alice!"
Fanny replied almost tearfully. "But there is a second reason,
Fanny," I continued, "which will explain to you
why you were forced to submit
yourself to me and to Mr. Jack. Am I wrong in
guessing that your queer
temper has been caused by your not being able to
satisfy certain sexual
cravings and desires? Tell me frankly!" "Yes!" she whispered
bashfully. "We felt sure of it!" I
continued. "Mr. Jack said to me, 'Look here, Alice, isn't it
absurd that you two girls
should be living in such close relations as mistress
and maid, and yet should go on
suffering from stifled natural sexual functions
when you could and should so
easily soothe each other?’ Then he explained
to me how!" 104
I gently took her hand; she
yielded it to me without hesitation "Now, Fanny,
do you understand? Shall we
not agree to help each other, to make life
pleasanter and more healthy
for us both? We tried each other this afternoon,
Fanny! Do you like me
sufficiently?" She blushed deeply, then
glanced shyly but lovingly at me. I took the hint. I
slipped my arm 'round her and
she yielded to my pleasure. I drew her to me
and kissed her fondly,
whispering, "Shall we be sweethearts, Fanny?" She sank into my arms
murmuring, "Oh, Miss Alice!" her eyes shining with
love! Our lips met; we sealed
our pact with kisses!
Just then ten o'clock struck.
"Now we'll have a nightcap and go to bed," I said
to her. "Will you get the
whiskey and siphon, dear, and mix my allowance
and also one for yourself, as
it will do you good?" Fanny rose and served me with
the "grog" as I call it, and when we had
finished, we turned out the
lights and went to my bedroom. After she had done my hair and
prepared me for bed as usual, I said to her
softly, "Now go and undress
dear, and come back," and significantly kissed
her. She blushed sweetly and
withdrew. I undressed. Presently there was a timid
tap on the door, and Fanny came in shyly in her
"nightie." "Take it off, dear,
please," I said softly. "I want to see you. I was too
excited to do so this
afternoon!" Bashfully and with pretty blushes she
complied. I made her lie on my
bed naked and had a good look at her all
over, back, front, everywhere!
Jack, she is a little beauty! When I kissed her
after I had thoroughly
examined her, she put her arms around my neck and
whispered, "May I look at you,
Miss?" So in turn I lay down naked and she
looked me all over and played
with me, kissed me here and there till the
touch of her lips and hands
set my blood on fire. "Come, darling!" I whispered. In a moment she was on the bed
by me with parted legs. I got between them
and on her, and in each
other's arms we lay spending, she sometimes on me, I
oftener on her, till we fell
asleep still clasped against each other! Oh, Jack,
you don't know what a good
turn you did us yesterday afternoon!
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Today Fanny is another person,
so sweet and gentle and loving! An
indescribable thrill comes
over me when I think that I have this delicious girl
at my command whenever I feel
like I'd like to be—naughty! You must come
and see us soon, and have some
tea, and my maid and me!
Your loving sweetheart,
Alice
P.S.—I cross-questioned Fanny
last night as to her experiences of that
afternoon. I must tell you
some day how she described what she went
through; it will thrill 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 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
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VOLUME II
The Comedy
CHAPTER 5
Among our friends was a very
pretty lady, Connie Blunt, a young widow
whose husband died within a
few weeks of the 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 were going 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 she dared of the
pleasures tasted by girl
sweethearts, Mrs. Blunt never by word or deed or
look gave Alice 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 goodnaturedly,
but I could see that she was
secretly suffering from the "pangs of
ill-requited 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, an
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!" 107
"Dear, I'd like to help you,
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
reflectively. "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 both of
us," 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 which is precisely what you are not: 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"—(Alice's eyes lit up)—"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
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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
agree to be tortured dear, to keep up the
swindle!" "I shan't mind, Jack!" Alice
whispered, kissing me. "But there will 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're 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 terrorized and consent
to do everything I tell you.
I'll first set you free and blindfold Mrs. Blunt, then
order you to feel her, then to
suck her and then to fuck her!" "Jack, you're a genius!"
ejaculated Alice 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 terrorize Mrs. Blunt in reality and make
her operate on you, and 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
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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 lie
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. Under the threat 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 a
sexual relation with her, 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, and 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 in 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. 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 inquiry. "No," replied Alice, "but we
didn't come for that. I wanted to discuss with you
certain points about Connie." 110
"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 get down 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. "Well, Jack, Fanny says that she talked
to Connie's maid and that her
mistress is a virgin! Will this matter?" I looked inquiringly 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 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
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"Things that you're not to
know, Sir!" she retorted, coloring 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
program 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
like awfully 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 colored
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
leaned 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 an early lunch and a long
afternoon." Alice nodded
significantly. "Let Fanny follow you in half
an hour's time, lunching at home, as 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 peep-hole 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
dark room and there is
something there which would spoil if light is admitted
now. 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
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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 more 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's,
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 favor! 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. 113
"Then I'll be off!" Alice
exclaimed. "Don't trouble to come down, Jack. Byebye,
Fanny, for the present." But of course I wasn't going
to let Alice leave unescorted, so I 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,
sat down and drew her onto 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?" "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. 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 nodded
blushing. "Then I'll do the same!" 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 over her cunt! I
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sprang to meet her and led her
to the couch and made her sit on my knee,
thrilling at the touch of her
warm, firm, 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 around my neck and
kissing me passionately
murmured, "Do anything you like to me, Sir!" "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. 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, and which 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 learned from her all about
her sexual relationship 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 girls seldom did anything
else but satisfy their lustful
cravings and desires in this way. One evening,
Alice apparently was very
randy and insisted on frigging Fanny, first tying
her down to the four bedposts,
then making 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 relations,
and she hoped Connie would
sometimes spend the night at Alice's and give
her a chance!
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VOLUME II
The Comedy
CHAPTER 6
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 terrorizing 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 that 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 honors. 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. 116
"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 the visits of such angels!" "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, then
gracefully sank into it. Click! The arms folded on her.
"Oh!" she ejaculated as she endeavored to
press them back. "What's the matter, Connie?"
asked Alice, quickly hurrying to her friend,
but in a flash I was onto her
and had tightly gripped her. "Oh!" she screamed
in admirably feinted fright,
struggling naturally. 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, 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 at 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 struggle!
"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
was sure that something
dreadful was going to happen!" With a poor attempt
to be sprightly she continued,
"I quite made up my mind that Alice and I
were going to be..." she broke
off with a silky, self-conscious giggle. 117
"I gladly accept the
suggestion you have so kindly made, dear lady," I said
with a smile of gratitude,
"and I will do you and Alice presently!" She started,
horrified, 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-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 said to her, "Are you going to be foolish and
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 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—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
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breasts to become visible. Her
flushed face indicated intense shame at this
indecent exposure of herself,
and her eyes strained appealing 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
quickly 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,
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 waist-band and she realized 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—
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 and 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 up-drawn hands,
her enforced attitude
displaying to perfection the voluptuous curves of her
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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 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 around her and
drew her against me and, holding her thus in
my embrace, I gazed at the
marvelous sight Connie Blunt was affording to us
as she stood naked!
She was simply exquisite! Her
pearly dazzling skin, her lovely shape, her
delicious little breasts
standing saucily out with their coral nipples as they
quivered 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 opinions as
a girl on certain points. Come, look!" 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
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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 colored 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. I gave her tender
breasts a squeeze that made
her cry, "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!
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Seeing that Mrs. Blunt was
watching 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!" whispered 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 I see your
cunny!"—and as I spoke, I slipped the knot off
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 and 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!" As if overjoyed, I
gripped her by her bottom and thighs and pressing
my lips on her cunt, I kissed
passionately! "Don't, Jack!" she cried, her voice
half-choked by the lascivious
sensations that were thrilling through her. 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 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!" 122
"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 all the
while pitifully protesting. I noiselessly set Alice
loose and signaled to Fanny to
join us, which she quickly did, stark naked as
directed. The three of us
knelt in front of Connie, I between the girls with an
arm around 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
quivered 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,
leaned forward and gently
deposited a kiss on Connie's cunt. Taken
absolutely by surprise, Mrs.
Blunt shrieked: "O-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. 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.
Releasing her sweet breasts, I slipped my hands
over Mrs. Blunt's stomach and
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
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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 because of 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 inserted my
forefinger gently between the close-fitting lips. The
girls’ eyes glistened with
eagerness and they bent forward to see if Fanny's
information was true, and I
smiled at 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 agonized cries clearly
indicated that, for want of
use, her cunt had regained its virgin tightness. Keeping my fingers 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 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. 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. Both girls blushed vividly as if in
symphony. I pushed a padded
chair behind Connie, released her legs and
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
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naked, her terrible struggles,
her shame and distress during her ordeal, that
my lascivious cravings and
desires imperiously called for immediate
satisfaction. And the
circumstances 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 program, and my thoughts
flew to Fanny now sitting
naked in my alcove and undoubtedly very excited
sexually by Mrs. Blunt's
struggles and cries!
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. "While I am away, let me
suggest that you consult your chaperone as to
whether you had not better
yield yourself quietly to me!" 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. 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 onto my knees and
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." Slipping my hand down
to her pouting and still excited cunt, I gently
commenced the sweet junction,
she clasping 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 colored painfully. With
downcast eyes as if fearing to meet her
friend's agitated glances, she
replied in an undertone, "Better yield, dear!
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"Oh! No! I can't!" cried Alice
despairingly, playing her part with a perfection
that brought smiles from Fanny
and me. With a change of voice she asked
timidly, "Was it very dreadful
Connie?" Connie covered her face with
her hands and 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-hh!" Fanny began to wriggle
deliciously on my knees as she felt her pleasure
approaching. Her eyes closed
slowly; she strained me against her breasts. Suddenly she agitated herself
rapidly on my finger, plunging wildly with
quick strokes of her buttocks.
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 and 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 just hear her. "Oh, Alice! You are a silly
girl!" exclaimed Mrs. Blunt, now afraid about
herself. Alice cast a
reproachful glance at Connie and 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. I carefully
blindfolded her and seated
myself just below her on the floor within easy
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reach of her, and began to
amuse myself with her defenseless cunt, knowing
that Mrs. Blunt could see over
my shoulder all that passed. With both hands I felt all of
Alice's private parts, touching, pressing,
stroking, parting her lips,
even pulling her hairs every now and then, 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 in horror,
"Don't, Jack, don't!" as if unable to endure it!
"Hurts, does it, Alice!" I
said smiling meanly. "Then I won't do it again! I'll try
something softer than my
finger!" After fetching a feather, I resumed my
position on the carpet. Alice's color 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. 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. "O-h-h!" she ejaculated, quivering
painfully. I gave her three or
four more similar touches, after which she began
to wriggle vigorously, crying:
"Oh! ... Oh! ... Don't, Jack!" I was just beginning to
tickle her cunt in real
earnest when Connie, horrified 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. "Oh! You cruel brute! ... you'll kill
her!" 127
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: "A-h-h ... ah-h-h!" in a tone of
blessed relief, quivering
deliciously as the rapturous spasm of the ecstasy
thrilled through 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. 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
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to escape the sympathetic and
pitying glances from Connie. It was as clever a
piece of acting as I had ever
seen!
I went across to Mrs. Blunt
and without a word, I touched the springs and set
the machinery at 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!" I
applied the feather to her
lovely, but defenseless, 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. Reluctantly, I stopped the girls,
signaled 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!" 129
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!
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VOLUME II
The Comedy
CHAPTER 7
I produced a large bottle of
champagne and, pretending that the opener was
in my alcove, I went there,
but my real objective was to satisfy in Fanny the
raging concupiscence which my
torturing of Alice and 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. 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 her to sponge me
while I opened the champagne, which she did
sweetly, kissing my flaccid
prick lovingly, and soon she removed from it all
traces of our bout of fucking.
I poured out four large glasses and made her
drink one, which she did with
great enjoyment, and 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; she started up while Connie slowly
opened her eyes. "Drink this, 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
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to put new life into them. I
eyed them with satisfaction. Raising my glass, I
said, "To your good health,
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 in it, I in
the center, 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 evidently dreaded having to be
fucked by me, but with Alice
it was only a pretense. "A penny for your thoughts
dear!" I said to her chafingly, 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, goldenhaired,
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!
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"Thanks, darling," I said
appreciatively. "Now Alice!" And drawing Connie
onto 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,
appetizing. She smiled mischievously at me as
she watched Connie's eyes
wander approvingly over her delicious little
figure!
"Now in profile, please!" She turned, and now we
realized the subtle voluptuousness of Alice's naked
figure, how her exquisitely
full and luscious breasts were matched, 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 Venus, with its dark, clustering, silky hairs,
proudly proclaimed itself as
the delightful center 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!" 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 that 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 you 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
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and soon she was lying flat on
her back, her hands and feet secured to the
four corners, the dark-brown
upholstery throwing into high relief her lovely
figure and dazzling fair hair
and skin! I 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 signaled 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 color.
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 her
lusts on Connie's lovely person, cunt against cunt. I slipped into a chair and
took Fanny on my knees, and in sweet
companionship, we settled
ourselves 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 her 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! She proceeded to pass her hands
lightly over Connie's flesh.
Shakespeare sings, substituting 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 her
breasts and cunt for special
attention. 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.
She rested her lips on Connie's and gently
took hold of her breasts!
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"Oh, Alice!" cried Connie, but
Alice closed her lips with her own, half
choking her friend with her
passionate kisses. 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!" she said 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
that worthy woman 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 to do next. Her eyes
rested on Connie's cunt, so
sweetly defenseless. 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-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!"
she murmured as her hand
wandered all over Connie's private parts, now
stroking and pressing her
delicate Mount Venus, now twisting and pulling
her hairs, now gently
compressing the soft, springy flesh between her thumb
and forefinger, now passing
along the delicate shell-pink lips, and finally
gently inserting her finger
between them 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, and shifted her position by Connie's
side till her head commanded
Connie's private parts. 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! With fingers poised gently but firmly
on each side of the slit,
Alice gently drew the lips apart and peered curiously
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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 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
center. 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. She 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. Her
legs now lay parallel to
Connie's arms and outside them. Utterly taken aback by Alice's
tactics, and in her innocence not recognizing
the significance of the
position Alice assumed on her, she cried, "Oh, Alice!
What are you doing?" Alice
grinned delightedly at us and lowered her
head, ran her tongue lightly
half a dozen times along the lips of Connie's cunt
and set to work to gamahuch
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-h!
... Oh-h-h..." she ejaculated
in her utter bewilderment and confusion as she
abandoned herself to strangely
intoxicating and thrilling sensations hitherto
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unknown to her, jerking
herself upwards as if to meet Alice's tongue, her face
in her agitated movements
coming 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
fingers, darting deeply into
it, 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
are trying her too much! Get off her now 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 onto
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 by the
voluptuous wriggles and
agitated movements, as Alice now 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! "Connie! ... Connie!" gasped
Alice, as the indescribable
spasm of spending thrilled voluptuously through
her. "Ah-h-h ... ah-h-h! ...
AH-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 most intense 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
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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 had communicated to hers,
the delicious 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, "May 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 signaled 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, and her body began to tremble in
gentle agitation. She was
ready—and so was I!
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Without a word I slipped onto
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 made 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 once
she had admitted me all the
way into her and I began the sweet up-anddown
movement, she went into
transports of delight, accommodating herself
deliciously to me as, with
lips closely against each other, we exchanged hot
kisses! 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. With a sign, I bade
Fanny disappear. As soon as she had vanished,
Alice removed the blindfold
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. Alice gently led her to
her alcove where she sedulously attended to her,
while Fanny silently but
delightedly did the same for me. It was now only four o'clock.
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. 139
"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. 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
colored hotly again. "May I do just whatever I like
to Alice, Jack?" asked Connie, almost
hesitatingly with a fresh
access of color. "Anything within 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. Seating herself by
Alice's side, she began playing with Alice's
breasts, keeping her eyes
steadily fixed on Alice's. 140
"Your bubbies are too big for
my hands, darling!" she said presently as she
stooped to kiss her. "But they
are lovely!" She squeezed them tenderly for a
while, then deserted them,
shifting 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 color
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 leaned
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
shamefully. Quickly Connie got onto Alice,
took her into her arms and, 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 and 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 plunging and
heaving riotously, Alice
especially, as they both felt the crisis approaching. Then came a veritable storm of
confused heaving, thrusting and plunging. "Kiss ... me ... darling!"
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,
dar-rling"
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. "Alice!" she breathed in her delirious
frenzy as a spasm thrilled
through her, and Alice's cunt received her lovejuice
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. "Wasn't it
nice, darling?" I heard her whisper. "Oh,
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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 with
excitement. "Don't stop
kissing me, darling!" she added tenderly as she
responded to Alice's 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, curveted, 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
quivering, 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. 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 office
to 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 recognizing me, she made as if to
rise; but when she found
herself checked by her fastenings and realized that
she was now to be fucked by
me, she smiled somewhat uneasily as our eyes
met, for as often as she had
tasted love's ecstasy in my arms, she had
invariably, after that first
time, 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 defenseless
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 in which any girl
could be placed in. So with
love's own light in her shining eyes and with
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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 favors. 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 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 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. 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
endeavors to cooperate with me
to bring about love's ecstasy. Presently she
thrilled exquisitely under me!
Fired by her delicious transports, I re-doubled
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
sexual desires! With a
half-strangled, "Ah-h ... Jack," Alice spent in rapturous
convulsions just as I madly
shot into her my boiling tribute!
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Oblivious to absolutely
everything except the delicious satisfaction of our
overwrought feelings, we lay
as if in a trance! We were roused by Connie's
gentle warning 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. We helped her to
get up and Connie tenderly took her off at
once to the girl's 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
peep-hole. As it was 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 making her accept
them. Finally she did so,
saying shyly and with pretty blushes, "You've only
got to call me, Sir, and I
will come." I kissed her tenderly, put her into a
hansom and sent her home. I
wended my way to my Club, where I drank to
the three sweet cunts I, that
afternoon, had enjoyed, and their delicious
owners; Alice, Connie, and
Fanny!
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VOLUME II
The Comedy
CHAPTER 8
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 ardor 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
volition, 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 sonin-
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 of under forty,
after the type of Ruben's fleshy females, but
somewhat over-developed, and
owed a good deal to her corseter. 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 tidbit. 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’ champagne, but in
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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 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. I promptly
responded with a smile, "That
will be very nice of you, Lady Betty; you shall
have some of my famous
soufflé, and you will be the first to see my new
curios!" The conversation
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 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. Will you
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." "Why not include Fanny as
well, 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 we'll be three
couples in the undressing and the ... the ... sponging! Yes,
Jack! Let's have Fanny also.
We can have a regular orgy with Lady Betty and
Molly as the main attraction!"
she added, eagerly hugging me in her
excitement while one hand
wandered down to the fly of my trousers. 146
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 entertainment they
won't easily forget, and also have a heavenly
time ourselves!" Alice smiled delightedly.
Cuddling up to me she whispered, "Now, Jack, I'm
going to ask a favor. 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. Fanny,
with pretty lashes, ushered me into Alice's
dainty bedroom and on her
little bed in the quaint 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 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
around. Lady Betty was disgusted at finding
that she and Molly were not
going to have me at their mercy by myself 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 they 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 after she narrowly
escaped coming up against one. "Why, they form my gymnasium,
your Ladyship!" I replied. "I couldn't do
without them!" 147
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 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 in 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 herself
to be a juvenile, Lady Betty rose briskly. "Will
you fasten me, 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
you are! Let me loose, Jack!" 148
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 they rested on
her fat thighs. "Oh!" she screamed, utterly
taken 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
is like what I have just had
the pleasure of feeling, you'll give us even a 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. 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 her
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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 proceed to
unfasten her dress. Intent on going to her mother's
aid, 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
signaled 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
marvelous 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 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
agonized 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. 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. I let her down till she
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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 criticizing 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 marvelous
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 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 as she watched
her quickly growing nudity
with a fascination she could not resist; but when
the terrible climax arrived
and Lady Betty stood naked, the poor girl uttered
a heart-broken shriek as
buried her face in her hands. I could see that every
now and then she glanced
stealthily through her fingers at her 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 around 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. 151
"Oh, don't, Mrs. Blunt,
please, don't!" cried Molly, flushing deeply as she
endeavored 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, a smile
of congratulation on my lips. "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!" Ignoring her
pleading, I passed behind her,
slipped my arms 'round her and caught hold of
her large, full breasts!
"Oh-h-h!" shrieked Lady Betty. 152
"Oh, Mother!" screamed Molly,
coloring 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, reveling 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. Alice, Connie, and
Fanny were simply beaming with
smiles and gloating 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.
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 to thoroughly
explore the fattest and longest cunt I had ever
touched, at the same time
nodding meaningfully to Alice. Instantly came a
series of ear-piercing shrieks
from Molly, whose wiggles 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 to again contemplate her mother, who
now was writhing and wriggling
frenziedly while filling the room with her
inarticulate cries as my
fingers tortured her cunt with their subtle titillation,
one indeed being lodged up to
the 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 powers of endurance, for
Lady Betty was now nearly in
convulsions while her daughter was on the
verge of hysterics.
Unwillingly, I removed my hands from her cunt and left
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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 in terror. "No, 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's clothes,
the stays of which 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 beside Lady Betty,
who with the intense anguish in her face, was
distractedly watching the
clothes being taken off her daughter. "For God's
sake, Jack, stop them," she
cried agonizingly, 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 to 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 proceeded to undo the shoulder
fastenings of her two
remaining garments and stepped quickly clear. Down
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these slid, and with a bitter
cry of, "Oh-h-h, oh, Mother!" poor Molly stood
naked. "Oh, my God," Lady Betty
shrieked again, frantically endeavoring, 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 shown 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. 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 examine them." "An excellent idea!" I
replied, rewarding her with a kiss. We moved Molly's
pulleys closer to the pillar
on her left and wheeled Lady Betty across to
Molly's right and quickly
slung her up in spite of her stubborn resistance. Mother and daughter stood
naked side by side!
They formed a most provoking,
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 related! Conscious that our eyes were
devouring them greedily and
traveling over their naked persons, both
mother and daughter kept their
faces down and stubbornly 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
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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 with 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!" She
slipped behind Molly and
gently seized her lovely breasts. "Don't, Mrs. Blunt!" shrieked
Molly, now 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
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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. We released Lady
Betty's wrists from the pulleys and forced her
onto 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 dragged Molly to me and forced her onto 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. Seizing her delicate
ankles, they forced her legs
apart and tied them to the chair legs. In short,
they tied Molly onto 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 from both 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 is
feeling, from time to time!" "Let me have charge of Lady
Betty's breasts," cried Connie. "Excellent!" said Alice.
"Fanny and I want her cunt between us! Now, your
Ladyship," she added as Fanny
knelt between Lady Betty's legs and Connie
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stationed herself by her
shoulders, greedily seizing 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
excited girls. "Mother! Oh, Mother!" shrieked
Molly at the sight of her
naked mother being thus tortured. I seized Molly's
breasts. "Don't, Jack!" she
screamed, agitating herself on my lap, her plump
bottom roving 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
reveled 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
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 cleared the way for the
feather. With a finger on each side of the
pouting slit, she kept the
curling black 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 skillfully
administered. She wriggled her
hips and bottom in the most extraordinary
way, seeing how tightly we had
fastened her. 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
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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 she
should not have her attention
distracted too much 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 eye, 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, dear! Oh! My
darling! "Stop them, Jack! Stop, Alice, you're
killing her! Oh, my God,
stop!" she yelled as she desperately endeavored to
get loose and go to her
mother's aid. I really had to hold her tightly, lest she
hurt herself in her frantic
efforts. But it was now 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 attention. "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!" I slid my hand down to
Molly's virgin cunt!
"Oh!" the girl shrieked,
utterly upset by the sensation of a male hand on her
tender organ. "No, Jack, don't!" cried Lady
Betty, again horrified at the sight of Molly's
distress. Promptly the three
girls crowded 'round me to watch Molly, taking
care not to interfere with
Lady Betty's view of her daughter. 159
"Oh, don't Jack!" Molly again
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 that 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. 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 all
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, now
knowing that remonstrances
would be to no 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. "Oh! Jack! Do stop! Oh, you're
hurting me," she pleaded 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; it will perhaps cure her temper." 160
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! Dear Mrs. Blunt! Stop
it. Stop! I'll be good. I'll do anything you like,
Jack! You can have me, Jack!
Oh, Mrs. Blunt! Mrs. Blunt!" shrieked Molly,
mad with the awful tickling
she was getting. "Stop for a moment, Connie," I
said. 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 submit! I'll
do it all! Oh, stop, stop, Mrs. Blunt! I can't stand it any
longer!" shrieked Molly. 161
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 Connie's arms, 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
now would be to spoil her for
the girls, so I decided to let them have her
Ladyship first. Quickly I
lengthened the bench on which she was fastened
down by adding the other half.
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 already on her, and Lady
Betty felt herself gripped by
Alice's strong young arms as she arranged
herself on her, so that her
cunt pressed against Lady Betty's fat, hairy organ,
and then slowly began the
delirious 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 color 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
downward thrusting. Her eyes closed and her lips
slightly parted as the spasm
of ecstasy thrilled through her and Alice
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simultaneously. Alice quivered
deliciously as she hugged Lady Betty to
herself frantically, caught up
in the raptures of spending!
Presently the spasmodic
thrills ceased. Slowly Alice rose, her eyes still
humid with the pleasure she
had tasted 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, please 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 into a
feverish 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 reveling 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 until the
rapturous moment arrived, then
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. 163
"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 confirmation,
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
live up to your promise, we'll
tie you onto 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. 164
"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. 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 with
an indescribable ejaculation of "Oh-h-h,
mother! Oh-h-h!!" She spent on
her mother's cunt in delicious transports,
Lady Betty's quivers under
Molly showing that she too 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 she
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. I 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. I
heeded nothing but my imperious desires and
rammed madly into her,
reveling in the contact with her magnificent flesh
and the delicious warmth of
her excited cunt, inflamed as it was by the four
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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
along with her voluptuous movements under
me, telling me that her animal
passions now had 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. I felt Lady Betty spend again with
delicious thrills, inundating
my excited prick with her hot love-juice. This
broke down all my resistance.
Wildly I rammed into her till our hairs
intertwined. 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!" 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 in
her cunt, for I was loathe to leave such delicious
armfuls. The storm of lust
that 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!" 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 with Molly's arms
around 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. 166
"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 both nodded delightedly.
"Jack, please turn 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! 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
softy. "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. Connie
arranged 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 the rest of us, 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
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Connie's concupiscence, was
enough to rekindle my ardor and determined
me to ravish Molly as soon as
Connie had finished 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 rage, rubbing
herself raspingly against her
victim's cunt till she felt Molly beginning to
quiver under her. 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 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 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!" 168
She lay still for a moment. 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 frantic 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 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 to 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
onto her back on the couch. Inch by inch, she
was extended flat with widely
parted arms and legs as she shrieked with
terror, while Lady Betty went
into hysterics, which Alice and Fanny soon
cured by twitching a few hairs
off 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 pleading 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. After that, I
devoted myself to her cunt!
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First I stroked and caressed
it, she all the while frantically crying out and
jerking herself about in vain
endeavors 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
leaned 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 telltale face as I did so. A great wave of color 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
defenseless was intensifying the mental and
physical agony that my
proceedings were making Molly suffer, and despite
her prayers and her mother's
imploring, I continued delightedly to tickle
Molly's cunt with my finger
till I considered she was sufficiently worked up to
be sucked. 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 and, as a half-strangled
shriek broke from Molly, she
screamed, "Oh, my God! Don't Jack! You'll drive
Molly mad!" 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 the
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 and 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
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of spending. A great
convulsion shook Molly. "Oh-h-h," she ejaculated, then
spent with exquisite tremors
and thrills while an unmistakable shriek from
Lady Betty proclaimed that
Connie's fingers had brought about an
unwilling but nevertheless
delicious discharge. Impatiently I waited till the
thrills of pleasure had ceased. 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
terribly upset by the sight of her daughter's
agonies and cries, frenziedly
crying, "Stop, stop!" Molly was very tight, and in
spite of her being tied down,
she wriggled her strong young body so
desperately that it was some
little time before I could get a real good thrust,
but presently I managed to pin
her for a moment, then shoving furiously in
her, I burst through her
virgin defenses. 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, indeed,
recognized the very moment when Molly lost her
maidenhead!
Now firmly lodged inside
Molly, I drove my prick up to its roots in her
smarting cunt and 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
recognizing 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
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 upward as
if to meet my vigorous down strokes. Soon our
movements became a tempest of
confused heaves, shoves, thrusts, and
wiggles, then the heavenly
climax overtook us! I felt a warm discharge from
her as she quivered
voluptuously in my arms. I spent madly, pouring my
boiling essence into her
virgin interior in rapturous ecstasy as I deliciously
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consummated Molly's violation,
reveling in her exquisite thrills and tremors
as she felt my hot discharge
shoot into her, her movements being
astonishingly like those of
her 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!
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VOLUME II
The Comedy
CHAPTER 9
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
blood-stained prick to Lady
Betty and the excited girls. After exulting over
Lady Betty's distress and the
sight of this 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 that 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. Immediately we set them free.
Hastily, Lady Betty caught up Molly in her
arms and, after passionately
kissing her, led her away to the girls’ alcove,
while they 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 any
event 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 can command their cunts for
feeling and fingering and tickling and
frigging. 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?" 173
"Oh, yes, dear!" I replied
with a smile. They are 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
meant for Lady Betty and Molly, who just then
emerged from the alcove, Molly
with both hands shielding her cunt. 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, who seemed to revive. "Now let us resume," I cried
cheerfully. "Come along, girls, come, Lady Betty,
bring Molly with you." 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 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,
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!"
Reluctantly she passed one leg over Molly's face and
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laid herself down on her
daughter as ordered. Promptly Alice and I adjusted
her so that her cunt came
within reach of Molly's lips while her mouth
commanded Molly's cunt. We
strapped her arms by the wrists and her legs by
the ankles to the crossbar 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 realizing 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!" 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 so, 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 writhing which
even her mother's weight could
not subdue. 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!
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"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. 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 reveling 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 leaned 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!" 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. To her horror I pushed my
finger in and began to feel her mother just as I had
done to her. "Don't, Jack!"
cried poor Lady Betty, agitating herself
spasmodically on Molly as my
curious finger explored her sensitive interior,
reveling 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. 176
"What is it, darling?" cried
Lady Betty, who had not heard what I said. "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!"
Frantically both mother and daughter tugged at their
fastenings in desperate but
unavailing endeavors 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. 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 victims’ defenseless
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
that she 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 realizing the points where the touch of
the feather had the cruelest
effect. At any event, Lady Betty shrieked,
yelled, curveted and wriggled
till I thought it wise to stop the torture for a
little while, and signaled 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. 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 to
watch Molly's face at the same time!" 177
"Jack! You're a genius!" she
cried delightedly. "Help me up, darling!" In a
moment she was arranged
astride 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 onto Molly's face, so
that Fanny had to poise her
hand delicately so as not to bring the feather into
play. "Go ahead, dears!" Fanny
cried, and immediately both feathers were applied
to their 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 not allowed
to taste the 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 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. I leaned 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!" 178
"Oh, I couldn't!" she cried.
"Suck my own daughter?" "Yes, suck your own daughter,
Lady Betty, and she'll 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 around
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!" Delightedly we all
watched the piquant spectacle of a daughter
being licked 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, and 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 other's arms, too excited
to rush to the couch. They fell on the soft thick
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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 feelings
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 I knew she was sure to make at receiving
such a demand. "Don't, Jack!" she screamed
with pain. 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.
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. 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 traveled
over Molly's face till they
rested on her mouth, my thighs 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 moaned in her distress
at being thus fucked by me so
unexpectedly and in such a position!
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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. 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, 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
God! 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, 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 down her throat! As soon as I saw
she was fairly started, I put
her in charge of Connie with instructions to keep
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her at it, whatever happened.
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
between her unwilling lips,
which closed softly but reluctantly on it as a look
of intense repulsion passed
over her agonized 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. With 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
recommended. "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 favor of Molly!
Quickly, I pulled my prick out
of Lady Betty's mouth. "Untie her," I cried to
the girls as I pushed up the
second half-bench and fastened it to the piece on
which Molly was lying, still
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
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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 into her, while
she shrieked with a pain hardly less keen than
had 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. The
three girls controlled Lady
Betty's frantic struggles to go to her daughter's
assistance while they made
free with her breasts and her cunt. Watching the
spectacle, I let myself go
and, ramming myself furiously into the still
shrieking Molly, I fucked her
exquisitely, 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 semiswoon
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 said girls 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. 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,
punished our enemies, and had
a fine time ourselves. Now run away and
dress. Perhaps you won't mind
Fanny attending to Betty and Molly as they
resume their clothing, Alice?" 183
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. 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
compared 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
behavior—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. We all resumed
our clothing; I put Lady Betty
and Molly into a taxi, only breaking the
contained 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 good-bye 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 good-bye! 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 the 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, kissed
and sucked it lovingly. Fanny followed suit, her
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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. 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!" THE END
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