Friggsville
Patricia wondered how long the maid was going to lie in her room, fiddling about with the duster. Not that she supposed that it really mattered for the had all the time in the world to spare. She knew her parents had gone for a sail, leaving her at the hotel to spend a lazy day. Still, she did want to change from her dress to a sun suit and bask on her balcony. Surely the maid would go away and leave her in peace? After speculating like this for a few minutes, she then thought that perhaps she was being a bit prudish. It was rather silly of her to worry about a mere servant. She divided that she would change there and then and think nothing of the presence of the maid. She stood in front of the mirror of the wardrobe admiring herself, pirouetting on her toes and running her hands over her flat stomach and round plump hips. Then she started to remove her clothes. Fust, her dress, casually and simply unbuttoning it down to the waist and them pulling it up over her head. Carelessly she tossed it on to the bed and once more looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw made her feel pleased. She was only sixteen, but married men looked at her in a frankly lecherous manner that excited her. And boys of her own age showed her tangible evidence of her appeal, evidence that she liked to hold between her soft fingers, and have pressed agains her belly and thighs. Even better than that she remembered with joy the few occasions that boys had been bold enough to go further with her and thrill her with the violation of her body. She had loved to feel their adolescent bodies between her thighs and their immature organs forcing their way into her willing but inexperienced vagina. This had not happened often enough for her liking but being so young and inexperienced, and although being thrilled at the time but still a little frightened at the prospect, she was not sure of what she could do to improve the situation. The boys she knew were mostly inexperienced as well and were too conscious of being repulsed to pursue their advances to their logical conclusion. Still she did have a lot of fun and she knew that she would have a lot more in the future. Her thoughts were never far from sex, especially when she was dressing or undressing and she could observe her own body at leisure. She was proud of what she had to offer and was delighted at the fact that she could and would lie able to go on exciting men.
She was thinking about sex as her slip followed her dress and she stood in bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings. She unfastened the clip of her bra and the imprisoneng garment slid away, unveiling Patricia's small but exquisitely shaped breasts. Her nipples stiffened as they met the free air and Patricia automatically stroked them with the tips of her fingers. She had forgotten that she was not alone but as she looked in the mirror again she suddenly became aware of the maid again. She saw the woman standing close behind her, also looking in the mirror and watching the scantily clad girl caress herself. Patricia removed her hands at once from her breasts as her cheeks flushed with the embarasment and looked at the woman properly for the first time. She saw that the woman was in her late twenties and was actually rather attractive. She was well proportioned with a very full bosom and long legs. She had thick red lips which were slightly parted and a strange sort of expression on her face, admiring and flattering, but also desiring like a man. Patricia stood perfectly still as, in the mirror, she saw the woman's hand come up, and felt them pushing through under her arms. She watched and waited with hated breath as the hands slid certainly forward, round to the naked surge of her bosom. To l¯c approached like this by a woman, and a servant at that was quite intolerable, but Patricia tolerated it. The careful hands cupped her firm breasts deliberately, gently squeezing the springy flesh and lifting the youthful hillocks upwards. The young girl's reason ordered her to break the contact at once, but her emotions held her still as her breasts tingled at the other's touch. A thumb and forefinger imprisoned each of her nipples, then began to squeeze and draw out the hard little knobs of pink flesh until they crinkled and thrust out.
Patricia's breathing became labourer! as the woman stroked and rubbed, thrilling her to the utmost and giving her sensations of undeniable pleasure that made her turn her head with offered lips. The woman maintained her precise caressing as she look the impuslsively offered mouth in a long provocative kiss. A kiss that kindled the girl's passion as lips parted and tongues met in lascivious greeting. Patricia put her own hands behind her and clutched nervously at the woman's dress. Her breasts throbbed like mad and her nipples tingled blissfully as the woman's hands slid slowly away from them, down toward her tummy. Her vagina had begun to itch as it did when she was handling a boy's excited gentials. The woman's hads moved palms downwards over her body, inside the loose waistband of ther flimsy panties, overher smooth flat tummy, to toy with the tangled hair that moulded the mound of her treasure. The hands pressed against her groin and she felt her vaginal lips drawn apart, the several fingertips moving playfully along the length of her gash. One hand moved to send an invading finger searching into her passage, already moist and yielding. The other band lay overher pubic hair while a skilful finger stroked her sensitive clitoris.
Reluctantly withdrawing from the kiss the girl looked to the mirror and watched with fascination (he arms that crossed her abdomen and the bulges inside her panties that told of the hands that so clerverly and improperly were arousing her to a pitch of sexual desire. Without conscious reason, Patricia hastily tugged at the woman's dress, pulling it right up until her hands encountered frilly panties. She fumbled at the garment behind her and eventually got her bands inside to touch the woman's sticky cunt. Between her own thighs the girl felt utter bliss, the delicious prelude as she only knew too well, of a masturbated climax. She clawed wildly at the woman's gaping chasm in her frenzy of desire. Looking at the other woman's legs in the mirror, bared from ankle to belly, she was thrilled in the same way that she was with the sight of a boy with his trousers down.
"Let's do it properly," the woman suddenly exclaimed, breaking their embrace. "We needn't keep our clothes on here." And she began to pull off her clothes in front of the panting flushed girl. She quickly tossed her garments aside and proudly displayed her thrusting full breasts and densely forested cunt. Patricia felt hound to follow suit and deftly slid down her panties to bare her own pretty vagina to the woman's hot stare. For a moment they looked admiringly at each other, then Patricia was clasped in the woman's arms, her willing lips receiving a kiss of scorching intensity.
Somehow the bed seemed to draw them to it until they stumbled and fell onto it, still locked in each other's arms. The older woman broke away at last and to Patricia's surprise turned away from her. The woman turned herself round and her superb long legs sprawled astride Patricia's head with the wide open cunt right overher face. At the same time Patricia realised that the woman's head wis down by her stomach.
"This is the way to make love, darling." The woman laughed, "Just do it the way I do."
The girl gasped at the touch of a mouth kissing her cunt, pouting lips avidly devouring her yearning gash. And then there was a darting tongue, sliding like a snake inside her slit and licking to and for over her excited clitoris. To complete the act, a rigidly held thumb was thrust deep into her moist passage. With a cry of sheer joy Patricia grasped the maid's bare bottom and pulled her magnificent cunt down to her face. Trembling with eager longing she kissed the woman's mature organ, slobbering messily at the gaping hole. Her tongue experimented along the raw gash and settled to a rapid licking when it located the swollen clitoris.
It would have been impossible to say who was the more excited, the woman or the girl; the woman for the thrill of another seduction of an innocent girl; or the girl because of her discovery of a new sexual delight. But each went for the others cunt with feverishly working mouth, and each writhed and heaved under the others ministrations. Two shapely naked bodies trembled with desire and sweated with lust. Two healthly females gave their enraptured cunts to the thrills of lesbianism. The sweetly innocent Patricia was convulsed with the supreme pleasure first, her smooth white belly heaving rhythmically, and her firm thighs twitching uncontrollably. But the woman was quickly in harmony with her, heaving even more strenuously and shuddering all over. Each one gave and received a full flow of female love juice.
Patricia was in seventh heaven, her teen age body tingling all over with the thrills of her initiation into unrestrained lesbian love. She just couldn't force her tongue far enough into. The gaping juicy cunt of the woman. As for the maid she could ask for no more satisfying lover than a highty respectable and pretty young girl, previously innocent of feminine caresses.
She had worked her own cunt lecherously to and fro an the girl's mouth, while her own tongue took a vicious delight in teaching the joys of sweet perversion to a young girl.
The two lovers lay together, sweating and breathing heavily as the indescribably enjoyable tingle of their embraces still pervaded their bellies. Very slowly the woman twisted her body round until she lay the same way as the girl. Then their mouths were savagely clamped together in a passionate kiss. Then as they lay happily on the lied, fondling each other nipples and cunts, they talked about themselves. Patricia admitted that she was only sixteen, still at school, until then innocent of female caresses, but had a little experience of juvenile immorality with boys of her own age.
The maid's name was Joan, she was twenty six, and was very much experienced in all forms of love and perversion with both women and men. She told Patricia that she was completely bisexual, but did have a preference for making love to women. She also told the girl that she could introduce her to every worth while experience in sex.
Patricia was excited when Joan said, "You ought to have a proper cock inside you, my dear. Those young boys are all very well, but they don't know enough and their pricks aren't big enough. "You'll love it, to get a fully grown man's cock stuck right up your cunt."
Patricia thrilled to the other's blunt way of speech and use of obscene words. Patricia had beard all the words but she was really too shy to use them herself. "Oh, I would," she replied. "It must be awfully thrilling. Most of the boy* I know are too scared to really try anything except feel you and get you to masturbate them. I've often wanted them to...er...fuck me..., but I didn't know how to make them."
"That's right, darling, use all the words. You want to be fucked, and you want a big prick stuck up your randy cunt. Say so. Anyway after I've arranged a few things for you, when you go hack off holiday you'll be able to get all the cock you want. But you musn't take too much of an interest in men as such, just their genitals. Fit do my best to get you a virile lover tonight, here in your bedroom. And you can do it in the dark the first time so that you won't feel any inhibitions." The talking had made both of them excited again and Joan continued, "but now..." and started to chew Patricia's left nipple. At the same time her knee was pressed between the girl's thighs, pushing at the youthful cunt, moving determindly to and fro.
Patricia trembled with longing at the electric thrills in her bosom. Then she became aware of the action of the rounded knee forcing her cunt lips wide apart and moving regularly over her clitoris. She felt her love grow strong and gave herself fully tot he rhythmic knee. She felt herself coming and clutched at Joan's thigh to encourage the strange seduction, urging the knee more firmly into her groin and speeding the fetching movement. She caught her breath and sobbed with exultation as she lost all control and her squashed cunt heaved and jerked with its sticky climax. Joan felt the girl's pleasure covering her knee with fluid and she quickly moved the young hand from her thigh to her cunt, content to relieve herself with a simple masturbation.
Patricia's band, used to exploring her own cunt, soon found Joan's hard swollen clitoris and rubbed it expertly. Joan moved her hips in time to the girl's strokes and soon she too had arrived at her orgasm, flooding the girl's hand with her juice. Again they embraced, kissing and fondling each other until their passion had once more subsided. Then Joan, reluctantly got off the bed and got dressed.
"I will have to go now, I still have some rooms to do. I will come and see you tonight, and be ready to expect a visitor." Then she left, Patricia lay on the bed, arms and legs wide apart, cunt hot but relaxed, breasts and nipples firm and erect. Day dreaming she thought of the pricks that she was doing to get, she was now fully aroused and aware of the possibilities, and her own ability to satisfy her sexual cravings. Gradually one hand crept nearer her cunt and she pulled her knees up and back. Slowly she fingereg herself, sticking two fingers into her wet open gash and rubbing her clitoris at the same time with the back of her humb. Quickly she jerked her hips as her hand increased speed until she felt herself coming. As her cunt gushed forth its offering she brought her thighs together imprisoning her hand. Her cunt throbbed as it bathed her hand and her hips jerked convulsively.
Later she got up and dressed and went down to the beach. Every where she went, she was not only conscious of the half dressed men and women basking themselves in the sun and the piercing lecherous looks she got from men, but of the functions of their bodies. Each good looking man or woman she saw was so much prick or cunt. She tried to imagine what each woman's cunt was like. Did she have a long deep gash with thick lips, or was it a hald hidden slit? Was that woman's cunt hairy or not, and how big was her clitoris? The bulges in men's trunks were a fascination to her and she blushed continually as she tried hard,not to look too hard and obviously. What would that man look like completely naked next to her readying himself to push his prick deep into her cunt? She walked around in a daze with these and similar thoughts buzzing around in her mind but gradually she got herself under control with a great effort of will. She knew if she didn't she would go berserk and was liable to go up to the nearest man and offer herself to him there and then on the public beach.
Eventually she found a more deserted part of the beach and lay down to sun herself. She toasted herself for an hour and then returned to the hotel for lunch by herself. When she had finished site couldn't face going back to the beach so she went to her room. First she tried to read a book but didn't get very far with it so she had a nap. When she woke it was early evening so she got up and went for a walk before having an early dinner. She hadn't seen her parents return so she assumed that they had gone out some where after the sailing expedition and would come back late. She was anxious for her expected rendezvous with her unknown lover and after she had eaten she went up to her room and waited.
After an hour or so there was a knock at the door. Patricia opened it for Joan who lightly kissed her cheek and closed the door behind her.
"You'll have to come with me to my room," she said. "I've made all the arrangements. Til meet you in the ladies room of the bar in an hour."
Then she again kissed her lightly on the cheek and was gone. For Patricia the next hour was a torment. She wandered around aimlessly, continually looking at her watch and finding that only two minutes had passed since she had last looked at it. Finally though she went to the meeting place to comb her hair and paint her lips. Joan came in after her and motioned her to follow. They went into the staff quarters and eventually they were standing in Joan's room.
"Take off all your clothes, dear and slip right into my bed. I'll put the light off and a very capable man will come and visit you. Don't talk to him on any account, just give all you can. And have fun, darling."
Thus Joan issued the instructions to Patricia and she, tingling all over with anticipation, peeled off her clothes. One in the nude she couldn't help touching herself in front of her mentor, and rubbed her hand over her mound. Joan gave her a playful slap on the bottom, kissed her tenderly, and pushed her over to the bed.
A few minutes later the maid was along the corridor talking to a well built middle aged man.
"It's all arranged, Mr. Scott. There's a very desirable young lady in the bed, waiting to oblige you. She's not a prostitute, and she's a bit reserved but she wants it all right. Don't talk to her, just have all the fun you feel like with her, you can be as dirty as you like. I think we said ten pounds, didn't we. Thank you, Mr. Scott, this way."
The man handed her the money he had ready and she led him to her bedroom door. Outside she smiled and gave him a kiss, letting her hand pass over the front of his trousers where she could feel his cock already stirring manfully.
Patricia lay between the cool sheets, her thoughts racing madly as she waited for her first real man. She was fingering her cunt to steady her desire, for she had seen some photographs of adult men and she knew what incredible organs thay had. She hoped she would be able to accomodate and please the unknown man that Joan had found for her.
The door opened and closed. She heard movements across the room and heavy breathing. There was a rustling of clothing being removed, the sound of shoes being placed on the floor. The bed sank at one side, the sheets were pulled down and a body slid into bed beside her.
The girl was petrified now the moment bad arrived. She lay absolutely still as the stranger settled down into the lied. Then a big hairy hand tout bed her arm and slid over her bosom to grip her shoulder. She was drawn towards the intruder till his breath was on her cheek, and his lips, thick and sensual, met hers in a kiss that seemed familiar in a way, yet new. The man evidently liked the taste of her, for her prolonged the kiss till her lips were forced apart, and his thick tongue insinuated itself into her mouth.
She had to twine her arms round his neck and hold him to her, admiring the broadness of his shoulders and the hairiness of bin chest as he was pressed against her own body. Then suddenly against her naked thigh she felt something very hard that she knew was the only thing that mattered to her about the man.
She knew nothing of the art of love and she simply allowed her instincts to take over and just do the things she felt compelled to. Her hand slid purposefully down the man's powerful body to his muscular belly. She marvelled at the thick mass of hair as she felt lower to seize hold of his superb fully erect penis. The man started, at her bold initiative and thrust his trunk forward to show that he appreciated it. Her small hand grasping his thick shaft excited him and he put his own hand on her wrist so that he could help her to rub him up. Patricia was adept at wanking hoys and it pleased her to find that a grown man got the same pleasure from it. She wrapped her fingers round his rigid organ and frigged him with a steady stroke. As she wanked she felt the man getting worked up and soon he began to gasp and grunt, but this not not to last.
Suddenly he twisted over on top of her and forced her legs apart with his knees. She still held on to his cock and directed it for him as he abruptly lowered his body onto hers. His fat knob came between her loins to the mouth of her cunt. His hand was at her cunt, feeling it and holding the outer lips apart as he lowered his body. The swollen knob touched the entrance to her slit and she had a moment of panic as she thought of his great sized prick much bigger than any she had been used to. But before she could get really anxious he had thrust his belly at her and his beautiful instrument of pleasure sharted to glide into her.
The man knew that the girl who had been procured for him was young, very young, and this pleased him. Her body was full, in adolescent bloom and smoothaand soft to handle. She obviously found his adult penis impressive, and he realised that she had not, in all probability, handled such a big one before. It gave him a terrific desire to fuck her, and use her, with all zest he could muster. He loved to feel a nice wet cunt closing over the full length of his shaft, especially a tight and hardly used one like this. Patricia had to hold tight to him as he put the whole solid length of this weapon inside her, to prevent herself from crying out, so enormous was the hard flesh stretching her immature cunt. She had never fell anything like it before. It pained her, but still thrilled her to the core.
And the fucking he gave her was trully magnificent, in keeping with his size and strength. The man drove his prick up and down the girl's passage with increasing lust. For Patricia the vigour of his action was new and exciting, and she squirmed her body to urge her partner further into her, discovering with pleasure that the more prick she got, and harder that it was thrust into her, the greater her joy. Both of them were frantic and neither had the heart of mind to delay the supreme sensation. The man had an uncontrolable desire to fill the girl's cunt with his potent spunk, to prove to her his virility, and he was in no mood to delay his ultimate pleasure to consider her feelings. And the girl wanted to prove her sexual capabilities by draining this man of his whole male strength. Neither of them considered the other as they raced with increasing speed to a raging climax. The man thrust his rock hard cock harder and deeper into her willing avaricious body while the girl bucked her hips and threshed her torso in an effort to swallow his penis for ever in her greedy vagina. At the pace they were going neither could last very long and the man ejaculated first. He poured out his manhood in an awe inspiring flood that convulsed him as if he had received a violent electric shock. His prick kicked and jerked, plunged to he limit in the girl's cunt, his hairs mingled with hers and his balls hard against her buttocks. His spunk shot from his swollen knob in powerful bursts of the viscous fluid, emptying his halls, weakening his spine and giving, him a heady feeling of half intoxication and half fainting. His final assault was too much for Patricia, his penis packing her cunt to capacity, his spunk splashing hotly in her womb, and she heaved her belly and twitched her own orgasm down her hot sensation seeking cunt. They shuddered and writhed together, each squeezing the last tiny drop of pleasure from the other, determined to get all they could from their annonymous coupling.
They must have created a lot of noise at the finish, gasping and moaning with their exertions and pleasure, and Joan must have been listening in the corridor. For at once the door was opened and closed and the light switched on. The man and the girl blinked and looked at each other for the first time in the sudden unexpected illumination.
"Patricia!"
"Daddy!"
The man went white with alarm, then very red with shame and embarassment. The girl was close to tears, but slowly a smile spread overher face.
Oh, Daddy," she murmured. "You've done such a lovely thing to inc. I felt your love inside me, daddy darling, it was so beautiful and exciting.
You're so big and strong and it gave me such a thrill."
"Pat, my precious," he choked. "I've done a terrible thing to you. Oh, my God, this is dreadful. What shall I do?"
Joan then broke in, drawing attention to her presence in the room.
"Don't be such a hypocrite," she told him plainly. "Now your prick is soft and shrinking, you're outraged and full of remorse. But a few minutes ago you didn't give a damn whose daughter you were debauching. All you cared about was the hole you'd got your cock into-and you thought it was a wonderful hole, didn't you?"
Joan had come over to the bed as she spoke and was slipping off her clothes. Quickly she was nude, the last garment to go being her frilly black panties. As she slowly and lasciviously pulled them down her legs, she pushed her belly forward in an obscene manner to draw attention to her hairy cunt. Mr. Scott and Patricia both stared with fascination at her gestures as she stepped out of the flimsy garment and kicked it aside contemtuously. The lips of her cunt were plainly visible through the forest of thick hair and the tip of her pronounced clitoris. Joan stood in front of them and slowly rubbed the palm of one hand over her mound while gently caressing her breasts with the other. Her nipples were already hard and promineent and she gently tweaked them in turn.
Then she opened her legs, wet two fingers in her mouth, and slowly insinuated them into her gash. "If I said you could give your cock some fun in here now," she said, "you'd be fucking me at the double, wouldn't you, letting your own daughter watch you spend your lust on the body of a chambermaid. You'd get a lot of joy out of that, wouldn't you, you randy bastard."
And again she slid her fingers well inside her slit, leering at him as he licked his lips and slid across the lied towards her.
Joan took hold of the bedclothes and pulled them right down, uncovering the naked man and girl, revealing that even now he still had a restlesshand on her crutch. In spite of his professed shock, he was still feeling his daughter's ravished cunt, fondling it like a lover Between his thighs his penis beginning to harden again, stirring with desire into a virile weapon.
Joan's cunt was attractive and her naked body exciting. Her words drew him on, thrilling him, for his wife never spoke of their intercourse frankly and obscenly.
"You're a filthy bitch," he snarled at her. "You took my money and gave me my own daughter. Well, all right, I admit I enjoyed her. Why shouldn't I? She's a lovely girl and she's been very good. She's got her mother's body and my mind and I've got what she wants all right. But I don't pay for my own child. I've got a tenner's worth of servant girl due to me and I'm going to have it.
Patricia gasped at her father's outburst, then marvelled at the powerful stirring of his penis in her hand. She was not longer a shy adolescent girl, hut suddenly in the last few minutes had grown into a mature fuckable sexy woman.
"Gosh, daddy," she exclaimed. "You're-well, I mean, it's on the horn again already. And I know you filled me with your-er-spunk, because I felt it. I suppose I'm not really old enough for you: