Chapter 7
The next few hours seemed to fly past. Rooms were prepared and the sexes of the campers carefully considered in the disposition of their quarters.
Fires were lit in all the rooms as blankets were short but it was well past seven o'clock before the supper for the younger members of the camp had been served and eagerly devoured.
"You'd think you were at the zoo," said Agnes, surveying the debris of the meal.
The most difficult task of the evening transpired to be that of persuading the younger member of the party that it was time they were abed.
Even when this had been accomplished it was with a sense of dismay that Margaret realised on looking around the lounge that she had on her hands for entertainment some ten juveniles.
This included the egregious Ernest and Tony. She had noticed that Ernest had been the most eager assistent she could have wished for in despatching the younger members to their beds. He sidles up to her immediately the last one had disappeared upstairs and in a few well chosen words explained the reason for his hearty co-operation.
"These," he hissed confidentially in her ear with a wave at those left, "are all right."
"All right?" she repated.
"Yes, all right."
"I don't think I quite get what you mean," she said.
"They're O.K. They like a bit of fun and they're discreet. Neil... he's all right. Doreen... I've had der myself. Mary, there, the redhead... Neil's blocked her. Arthur, the one with the big nose... he's having an affair with Isobel, the girl on the couch with the big tits. Gerald..."
"Gerald!" asped Margaret.
Ernest stared. "Yes, that little fellow with the glasses. He's an intellectual... he believes in freelove...
"Oh, do stop!" gasped Margaret. "You're destroying my faith in modern youth. Here, just a minute. Don't tell me that little American girl, Ann, is... well, having an experience with somebody."
"Ann," mused Ernest, thoughtfully. "She may be a virgin, but she rubs a wonderful cock and Billy Dawson, the kid over there talking to Agnes, swears she's sucked him off!"
"I'm out of my class here!" gasped Margaret. "D'you mean to tell me that all these kids in this room have been messing about with each other?"
"I don't like that word 'kids'," snapped Ernest. "Were teenagers I admit. As for messing about with each others... aren't we human?"
It occured to Margaret to say 'Hardly!', but she refrained.
Instead, she looked around at the party and back to Ernest.
"But do they... do they know?"
"Know what? Oh, that there are no holds barred? No, not actually, but that doesn't matter. Without asking your permission they'll start petting and if you don't stop 'em they'll be all over the floor in no time. Just leave them alone, you'll get all the fun you want."
'This is beyond me," said Margaret.
"I expect it is," replied Ernest, condescendingly. "I say, d'you think Agnes will stand for me having another try?'
"Why don't you ask her?"
"A good ideal! Excuse me."
Margaret watched him walk over to Agnes and engage her in conversation. She shook her head in amazement and looked around the room. Neil caught her eye and would have walked over to her but Tony was at her elbow.
"What a mob," he said in disgust. "Can't we go somewhere quiet?'
"I can't very well leave my guests," she demured.
"They'll worry about that. Look at that Arthur."
Margaret followed his glance. At first it looked as if Arthur's hand was deep down the neck of the gill's blouse.
Neil came over to them. "Sail I stop .those two?" he asked.
It was the hour of decision for Margaret. She swallowed hard.
"Are they doing any harm?" she asked, slowly.
Neil looked at them. "You mean to say you don't mind?" he asked, incredulously.
"I... I don't like interfering with young people," she smiled.
Agnes' voice came from the other side of the room, loud and clear. "Keep your hands to yourself!"
Ernest, one arm around her and a hand cupping one of her rearing breasts, giggled, "Can't we go somewhere we won't be stepped on?"
Margaret heard Neil saying, "Well, if you don't mind..." and he walked back to a chair and flung himself in it, glaring the while at the ambitious Arthur who was now investigating the charms of Isobel's thighs to the accompaniment of her urgent shrieks.
Agnes ran across the room to her mistress. "This little bastard's already half raping me!" she gasped "He says yesterday was a mistake. What can you do with him?"
"Let him prove it," smiled Margaret.
Ernest who had joined them and was again busy with Agnes's breasts, grinned. "And that's the best advice you'll get tonight," he said.
Agnes looked around her. "Look at these little wretches," she said. "There place looks like a Paris brothel on a Saturday night!"
She looked at Ernest. "If you don't do better than last night..." she warned.
"I will!" cried Ernest. "Oh, come on, let's go somewhere."
"Having a look round at the moment I can't see anything wrong with right here!" she said. "If you're no good I've got a second choice!"
Ernest, taking her at her word, forced her back into an unoccupied armchair.
Margaret put her arm around Tony's shoulders. "Tony," she said. "I don't really mind what goes on but shouldn't we send that little American girl upstairs?" Just look at the with Neil."
Ann was on her knees beside Neil. She wore a gay print frock and this revealed that she was quite well developped, particularly around the chest.
Neil was pushing her away from him but she was resisting by holding on to his hips. Her tighs were bare to her crutch and her bottom cheeks were full and voluptious as they strained the white, tight silk knickers that girded them.
"Don't play hard to get, honey," she was saying. "This is our chance.
"Go away... go and play with Billy Dawson... he's more your age and class."
"He's got nothing there. It's like a cigarette, and I want a cigar," wailed Ann.
"Will you go away?" yelled Neil, pushing her violently from his side.
She sprawled over on the floor with a petulant pout and a glorious display of well filled white silk knickers. She was immediately grabbed bij a tousle headed boy with a red, healthy looking face who dragged her, still protesting, to a chair near the window.
Margaret watched them for a moment before her attention was drawn to other happenings. The boy kissed the little American girl violently on the mouth and began pawing her hard little titties where they bulged her print frock. His other hand was deep between her bare thighs and from her delighted shrieks she was well on the way to forgetting Neil!
"What a wild-cat!" said Neil, getting off the chair and coming over to Margaret. "She'll finish up in the family way one of these days."
"I can believe that," agreed Margaret, dryly. "Neil, who's that pretty red readed girl over there?"
Neil followed her look.' "Oh, that's Iris Cooke. The fellow she's with is Bob Hall. They're going regular."
"But look at them now!" gasped Margaret. "They are going it a bit," agreed Neil.
by 'going it a bit' Neil must have meant that it was rather earley in the evening for the boy to have his 'companion' breasts out of her dress and to be smothering in kisses. The girl had laige, very white breasts and Margaret wriggled with excitement as she saw the boy's tongue laving the scarlet nipples fiery caresses.
"They live together when they can in Londen... like when they're on holiday from school," said Tony, in an awed voice.
"Then why do they want to behave like that in public if they can do what they want in private?" asked Margaret, genuinely puzzled.
Neil shrugged. "They just want to help the party go with a swing."
"It isn't a party," corrected Margaret. "You're here juist because you've been flooded out at the camp!"
"They may be!" grinned Neil. 'I'm here because you're here."
He put bis arm around Margaret and while Tony glowered at him, gently cupped her left tit.
She pushed his hand away. "Behave yourself!" she said.
The coyness in her tone sickened Tony and he turned away. He tried desperately to look nonchalant and his eye lit on Doreen who was eating some grapes at the sideboard. He walked up to her.
"Hullo, Doreen. Bit of a bore, eh?"
"Mmm!" said Doreen, though a mouthful of grapes. "Feel like livening it up?"
A wild shriek made them look round. The boy who had dragged Ann off had her dresse up and was struggling her tight white knickers down her pretty plump thighs. The soft, sparse hair around her fanny gave her a momentarily helpless, pathetic look.
"Give me a kiss then." said Tony.
"Take one if you want one!" said Doreen, offering him grape-moist, pretty lips. He kissed her and his hand slip up her hard young body to the rise of her breasts. Her nipples felt hard and erect through the thin dress.
In the meantime Neil was pressing his suit with Margaret.
"I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said.
"And that's the first time you've ever said that?" mocked Margaret, fending him on with both hands. She was very consious by the strained look in his eyes that he must have a raging horn in his grey flannels.
"I may have said it before, but this is the first time I've really meant it."
He made a sudden movement and avoided her outstretched hands and pulled her to him. Her suspicions abou this sex condition was immediately confirmed.
His cock stood between them like a bar of iron.
Despite her intensions of keeping him on the hook for a time... even permanently... she couldn't resist swaying her body against his and feeling the roll of his rod across her taut belly.
"My, what have you got there?" she asked, looking at him tauntingly.
"You've only got to say the word and you can find out! Can you stand the noise in here?"
There was certainly a great deal of excitement building up around them, the more adult yells coming from Agnes who was about her usual task of maintaining her knickers around hips against the wiles and afforts of Ernest. That she was only being in part successful was evedenced by the sudden brisk and delicious sound of ripping silk net and Neil and Margaret turned in time to see the blaze of golden hair that nestled around her pink slit peeping from an excitingly promising rip in her drawers.
Margaret shuddered with excitement as she saw two of Ernest's finger slide into the soft moistness of Agnes's plump lipped pink gash.
Neil's hand was squeezing her breasts and his lips were brushing her cheek and seeking hers.
His pennis was thick and hard between them and it's warmth came to her through her thin dress. She lifted her face and lips fastened on hers.
She slipped her hand between them and felt the ridged bar of his sex, enhanced in size by the thickness of his trousers.
"Is that all real?" she whispered.
"Take it out and see for yourself,*' he offered.
Margaret looked around her. The boys with his redhead now had on the couch. Her knickers were down and his head was between her thighs where her cunt moss flamed like a bright flower from some tropical jungle. He was tonguing her soft slit with long, luxurious, sensual sweeps... laving her with it's caresses from her bottom to where the lips of her father and father back down over his nob until it was column of hard, warm marble.
She gently shifted the shirt and the bar suddenly sprang out into her hand.
She held bis quivering length lightly for a moment and then grasped is firmly in a spasm of emotion. She could feel the pulse of the veins and her thumb touched his nob and it felt dry and feverish.
She looked down the suggestive bulge of their bellies.
It was a lovely cock, hard and curved, white and yet with the furious red of the nob seeming to be fitting as a symbol of the latent fury is held.
She pressed his foreskin back over the rearing helmet. She heard him grit his teeth and che looked up at him, lips parted and eyes afire with sensual curiosity.
"Is that nice?" she asked.
"Never felt anything like it!" he gasped.
She knew that this could hardly be true but she lowered her eyes and watched as she forced the skin fanny finished in the burning redness of her bush.
Ann, the American girl, was in a chair, almost staunding on her head, her knickers abandoned on the floor while her boy held her thighs about his head and kissed the soft insides of them with complete abandon and disregard for his surroundings.
Margaret swallowed. This was what she had wanted. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted the hard lance of this boy between her thighs, deep into the aching maw of her belly to seek out every erogenic fibre of her and to whip to burning ecstacy the flames that his hardness against her had kindled.
But was the rest what she wanted? This was her house... and the lounge of it was rapidly looking like a brothel scene from a Marseille blue movie!
Her eye caught Tony over Neil's shoulder. He had Doreen's dress open to the waist and was unsheathing her hard little breasts from the brassiere that encased them. She watched as the little tits, the size of small grapefruit with excitingly small brown nipples, juddered from the white brassiere.
Tony's head dipped and his eeager tongue began to lick and suck at the tiny cherries.
Yes, this was what she had wanted!
Her hand fumbled at Neil's flies. He eased slightly away from her. One button undone... two... three... four. Only his belt now held his trousers together at the top. She slipped her hand into his gaping flies.
His prick stood there, shrouded by his shirt, like a right clear of the glans and his manhood stood forth, red an proud and cleaming in the bright light of the room.
"It's beautiful!" she cried.
Something touched her ankle. She looked around. It was Ernest's foot. He was deep into Agnes now, his shaft driving into her cringing quim while she clutched his shoulders and groaned with each stroke he made into her reaching, clutching softness.
"Oh, take me on the floor," groaned Margaret, suddenly throwing her arms around Neil's neck and burying her face in his shoulder.
He swept her from her feet and the next thing she was clearly aware of was lying on the rug in the middle of the rooms with Neil kneeling over her, his trembling hands pawing at the buttons to the neck of her dress.
She retracted her bosom which was bulging the dress and making it difficult for him to negotiate the buttons.
Slowly he uncovered the glorious, incredible jut of her breasts. He undid her to the waist and her titties, her brassiere a coffee coloured scar across them, jutted, from her gaping dress. Her hand drifted down and began to stroke his hardness.
He tucked his fingers into her skimpy brassiere and tried to move it up over the heaving hillocks of warm flesh.
"Don't tear it!" she smiled. He paused a moment.
"I didn't mean mean it!" she cried. "Tear if off, if you want to!"
He gripped the brassiere between her breasts. She tensed.
He gave it a vicious jerk and with a sharp sound the material parted and her great breasts shuddered free to rear erect and firmly trembling into his eager hands.
He supped them and crushed them and washed them burning kisses, letting the hard fleshy thimble of her nipples push into his mouth.
She wriggled as he rolled them between his lips, pressing the tips of them with the pont of his tongue, his teeth hard and threatening as they gently nipped them.
He rested on his elbows and crushed her breasts together and kissed the deep warm cleft between them while she cupped his balls in one hand and drove the foreskin back over his mount with other.
As he stiffened she paussed in her stroke.
"You won't come, will you?" she asked, her eyes wide with the very horror of the thought.
He shook his head, his jaw taut with excitement.
"No, not like this... in you!"
She smiled and fastened her lips to his and resumed her delicte stroking of his throbbing lance. It was so hard and so barely flexible that if it hadn't been for the delicious attention his lips were playing her tits she would have raised his haunches up to her mouth and buried his hardness in it and sucked him until his boiling sperm gushed into it.
He released her breasts and stood up and away from her full arms length. His eyes ravenously devoured the great palpitating spheres for a moment then he threw himself full length upon her and buried his face in the lush valley between them.
One of his free hands slipped up her dress.
She closed her eyes and surrendered her every sense to the trembling touch of his hand as it slid up over the sheer nylon of her stockings to the warm plumpness of her thighs avobe them. She parted her thighs just enough for him to slip his hand between them edgewise.
Then she closed them and gripped him between them, exulting as he drove his fingertips into the soft flesh, kneading is and investigating her soft womanly plumpness.
While he kissed her breasts and she smelt the strong masculinity of his hair, she allowed him to play thus. Then, slowly and temptingly she opened her thighs a little. His hand slid further up the quivering pillars to the warmer, secret places deep between them.
She wriggled as his twitching little finger tried to flick the crutch of her drawers aside and she eased her buttocks to release the panties from the deep chasm between them.
The heel of his hand slid between the apex of her thighs. The tip of his middle fin"*"-brushed the puckered ring of her bottom and she busked into rigidity.
He held his hand hard to her fanny, covering the whole of the hot, straining slit and most of the fur while he savoured the delightful pulsing contractions of it as she sucked her belly in spasms of excitement.
Slowly, he slid his hand back from her bottom until his middle finger found the centre of her slit. He gently parted the crisp curls that so lavishly shielded the entrance to the soft, moist grotto and slipped the finger in.
She moaned and readed as his finger tip slid over her erect clitorus before thrusting on deep into her slippery sheath, already drenched with the love-rain, the natural precursor of the elemental torrent that would announce her final orgasm.
Her writting thighs were quite exposed now and he slipped between them and undid the belt of his trousers and wriggled them down to his knees.
His bals nestled between the quivering pillars and his nob sharply rapped at the portals of her beautiful sex.
She put her hand between them and held his rearing cock so that the tip nuzzled the tip of her lips, pushing and tippling the tiny of her clitorus. For a few moments she brushed his burning, swollen nob against her ravenous gash, making it push the lips aside and just duck within the ferry shelter of her hotness to withdraw it again and press it against her throbbing, erect clitorus.
Suddenly, all her restraint dissolved in a flooding agony of want... an emotion so intense that the whole of her consciousness flooded to her loins.
She gave a wild, anamal cry and launched her haunches up to meet his tool.
Before he quite knew what was happening his penis sank deep into her burning quim and her fingers were grasping his naked buttocks. He lay on her for a moment, savouring the delicious suction of her contracting cunt walls. She kissed his lips and neck.
"Oh, come on into me," she moaned. "Push it in and out... hard. Make it hurt me!"
Neil raised his buttocks so that his prick was barely within the lips of her cunt. Then with a fierce thrust of his haunches he sent his cock searing into her.
She squealed with passionate frenzy as her cunt lips rounded to the root of his fleshy dagger and her nails dug into his squirming bottom cheeks.
She bucked and writhed upwards to meet his strokes and he steadied his thrusts to her needs.
Within moments they had achieved the delicious plunging rhythm of old, familiar lovers.
The room was now a scene of abandoned licentiousness.
Couples on chairs, couples on the floor, a couple managing near the window... the girl, her hands on the sill, her skirt thrown up to her shoulders taking the sturdy thrusts of her boy deep into what was to be hoped was her fanny but could quite as well have been her bottom, while be maintained a desperate grasp on her naked breasts and even seemed to achieve some purchase from them for his thrusts!
Ann was pleading for a little more thorough attention.
She was lying sideways across a chair and her friend was between her thighs, stropping her gash with long, lascivious strokes of his tongue while his penis jutted in impatient idleness from his gaping flies.
"Put it in!" cried Ann. "What are you frightened of?"
"Being a father at fourteen," grunted the boy, pausing momentarily at his task.
Ann's tits, like little white oranges, quivered in indignation at this intelligence and she writhed off the chair and seized her lover's cock and tried to straddle him on the floor. To his eternal disgrace he continued his resistance!
Iris Cooke, the redhead, seemed have a boy friend with no such inhibition of fears. Perhaps their 'going regular' had something to do with her acceptance.
She lay on her back, her boy beside her, her flaming pubic hair smothered in the lovely pearls of this come and her thighs wet with the same delicious drenching. She was tiredly wiping her thighs with a pair of black knickers. Her boy's penis lay limp between his thighs, quiescent from it's delicious duties.
Tony and Doreen were coupled. Doreen was completely nude apart from her stockings, wich were snugged to her thighs by somewhat unromantic plan white elastic garters and her fanny and bottom hole were completely exposed as she rocked to the thrusts of Tony, her legs wound around his waist and her titties dancing as their pubes kissed at the termination of each stroke.
Agnes seemed to be faring better with Ernest in this session. As a precaution against his premature ejaculation she had one hand firmly wound in his hair while the other was at his buttocks, urging him on into her deep mossy nest. At each outward stroke the light shone on her wet thighs and it is to be assumed, having regard to Ernest's continued exertions, that the wetness was her's!
And thus all over the lounge the younger generation disported itself, it's only connection with the previous generation being Neil'smounting of the ecstatic Margaret.
"Oh, in to me... in to me!" she was shrieking. "Right up into me. Make it hurt me!"
Neil drove on into her, pushing his hardness up into her gaping, eager sheath with violent lunges of his sturdy young loins. She had her legs up around him and her cunt puckered to a mere slit on his withdrawal stroke to plunge outward to a delicious fur-bound ring as he drove his cock in to the hilt. The metamorphosis taking place with his thrusts in to her fanny were reversed with regard to her bottom. The tiny, pleated little bottom hole, closed like a flower at sundown when his penis was only nob-deep in her, to blossom out like a lush rose as his cock sank into the burning deepness of her succulence.
She flung her lascivious hips up to the swing of his descending pube and revelled in the biting, scalding sensation his rod induced as it thrust aside the pulsing walls of her quim and impinged on her cervix.
The slap of his balls on the lovely dark chasm between her bottom cheeks was followed a fraction of a second later by the louder slap of her titties as they danced to his violent thrusts.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Oh, faster, darling, faster!"
Neil speeded his stroke and sent his throbbing tool flying up into her maw.
She rocked and heaved under him, her nails digging deep into his hard bottom and her fanny slamming up on to his pube, seeking every last ounce of pleasure from his biting cock.
Suddenly, with a wild moan, she hung to him... buttocks suspended from the rug and her cunt driven right over every inch of his horn.
He worked her fanny about around his penis for a frenzied moment and then sank back ot the rug with a shuddering sigh.
He felt the soil wash of her come as is flooded down to bathe his aching penis with its hot stickiness.
He lunged on into her desperately. She lay back, arms thrown aside, thighs agape, and accepted his hardness passively. Her cunt was now still, quietly taking his long stiffness into its soft embrace but no longer with the frantic, sucking, striving eagerness of before.
His body suddenly tautened and her dead excitement momentarily lighted again. She gazed up at him and gripped his shoulders.
"Shoot it right up into me!" she whispered. "Right up into me... make me wet with your love!"
With a shuddering sigh he sank his penis deep into her.
She writhed and stiffened as she felt the hot jet of spunk flush up deep into her open softness, and then her fanny was awash witch the warmth of his love.
He thrust into her once or twice more, slowly, pressing the last drops of his dew into her. Then, with on exultant shiver, he collapsed on to her.
She pressed her breasts up to his face as it lay on her chest and held him tightly.
She had no real knowlege of how long they remained like this.
Her next consciousness was a piercing scream from Ann, the American girl.
"Oh, look you! A real man!"
For deadly seconds the import of this exultant scream sank into her mind and when realisation of what it might mean had fully arrived, her reaction was in a kind of slow motion as if she had curiously been deprived of the ability to move at normal speed.
Squirming slightly beneath the weight of the loveexhausted Neil, his limpening cock still in her, she twisted her head and looked towards the door.
There, in the doorway, stood Gerald.
Her first thought was also completely out of tune with the urgent horror of the situation.
She thought how out of place he looked in his black jacket and striped trousers! And why the hell hadn't he left his umbrella and briefcase in the hall?
This inconsequential thought could have lasted several seconds. Hut then the action demanding wash of adrenalin flushed through her.
With a wild cry she thrust Neil from her and scrambled to her feet with a flash of her wet thighs.
She stood crouched before her husband like some wild, dangerously challenged animal. Dangerous, but beautiful and wild and elemental with her naked breasts and her open dress and all the delicious concomitants of abandon. "You!' she gasped.
He afterwards told her that she had sounded like something from East Lynne. His reply was little better. "Margaret!"
"What are you doing here?" she screamed.
There was a deadly silence in the room. It looked like a scene from an erotic movie captured for ever in a well posed still. Naked and semi naked boys and girls were scattered in various attitudes about the room and the analogy was enhanced by the momentary hushing of everyone's breathing.
"Yes," breathed Gerald, "What am I doing here?"
Ann's shrill young voice broke some of the tension.
"Isn't he pretty? Is he yours, Margaret?"
*'Be quiet you little slut!" yelled Tony.
Ann moved over to him. She was now stripped of all her clothes accept a cotton vest. One shoulder strap of this was down and one sweet little tit poked out in a tiny quivering mound.
"Gee, you are pretty, though," she said, going close to him.
"Get your clothes on, you little devils, get your clothes on!" he shouted.
There was an immediate scramble to obey. Margaret ran her hand wildly through her hair and watched as if in a dream as Neil began to dress with the others.
"And do yourself up... you whore!" shouted Gerald striding over to her. "Cover yourself up!"
His hand sped across her face. She faced him, unmoving from the blow.
"I'm sorry, Gerald." she said.
"Sorry for what? Me coming home and catching you in a brothel orgy with kids? Is that you're sorry about?"
He raised his hand again and Tony stepped forward.
"Don't hit her again, sir."
"You keep out of it!" snarled Gerald.
"Please don't hit her again, or I'll hit you. If you're making a claim to be the only civilised one here... prove it."
Gerald bit his lip.
"Get your things together and get out of my house!" he snapped to Margaret. He looked around at the others. "And that goes for all you. Get out of my house before I call the police to you."
"They can't leave," said Margaret, wearily and inconsequentially, "Their camp's been washed away."
"There camp's been washed away?" screamed Gerald. "What do I care about that? Let them sleep in ditches. Thank goodness their camp has been washed away... the storm brought down the telephone lines, that's why I couldn't phone you to say that my trip was cancelled. I only got as far as Marseilles."
"So that's it!" muttered Margaret, sliding her lovely breasts back into her dress and buttoning it
"He's even lovelier when he's cross!" gasped Ann. "I'd like him!"
She again sidled up to Gerald. "She's been naughty," she said, "Now what about you?"
Gerald's eye ran over the small girl. Below her vest her exciting little pube bulge with its thin hair showed as a fuzzy triangle.
"Go away, you little hussy!" shouted Gerald.
Ernest paused in pulling his trousers on.
"We could always compromise him with Ann!" he chortled.
Agnes, who was trying to get her knickers on as unobtrusively as possible, glowered at him. "I'll finish up breaking your neck!" she warned.
Gerald turned his wrath on to her. "And as for you!" he shouted, "I might have known that you were ony step away from being a whore!"
"I'm caught dead to rights," said Agnes. "I'm saying nothing."
"Take his trousers off hand poke Ann on his cock. Who's going to believe him then?" laughed Ernest.
"Listen, you...!" started Gerald, threateningly.
"Oh, do that, boys, just do that!" squealed Ann.
"Unless we get this bastard in it we're all like to end up in reform school!" shouted Ernest.
Gerald backed towards the door. "I'm going to get the police right away!"
Neil and Tony looked at each other and then at the other boys.
Neil burst into a laught. "Oh, no!" he cried.
Margaret moved forward. "Are you alle mad... to even think of such a thing?" she asked.
"It'd serve him right!" snapped Tony. "Who's he to hit you?"
Ernest resolved their doubts. He flung himself full tilt at Gerald's legs and brought him down with a crash.
Instantly all was mad confusion. Boys piled on to Gerald until he literally disappeared from view beneath them.
Margaret looked at Agnes. "What are we going to do?" she moaned.
"Get a douche ready for that Ann, I should think!" grinned Agnes.
When the melee subsided Gerald lay spreadeagled on the floor with his trousers down a*hd his limp penis hanging from his underpants.
"Let me go!" he screamed. "I'll kill you all for this!"
"You won't feel like killing anyone after Ann's finished with you!" laughed Ernest. "Come on, Ann. Get him hard!"
Ann flung herself across Gerald's writhing body and took kis limp penis in her hand.
"He hasn't got much," she pouted, disappointedly.
She slipped his prick expertly into her mouth and began to gam him.
Margaret moved forward.
"Oh, stop," she cried. "You're all mad! Stop, I telle you!"
"Keep her out of it!" cried Ernest.
"Better keep out of it," advised Agnes. "They mean business. Mind you, I think this might be one way of keeping his trap shut. They're desperate. This could mean bad trouble for them all."
"And you think this won't make it worse?"
"It can't be worse."
Margaret made a determined movement. Four or fixe girls immediately flung themselves upon her.
"Leave this to the boys!" snapped Iris Cooke.
Under the dreadfully expert ministrations of Ann, Gerald's penis was hardening.
She wanked him as she sucked him and dispite himself his cock was growing into a bar of rigidity.
He still struggled but it was of no avail.
Ann's lips sank over his penis, pressing this foreskin back with her clever little lips until his swollen nob filled her mouth.
She took her lips away and looked at it.
"Oh, look at it now\" she gasped. "A real man's prick. Not a bit of white gristle like a boy's. A real prick."
She stood up and raised her vest. She put a foot on either side of Gerald and began to lower herself on to him.
"Keep away!" screamed Gerald, struggling madly. "Put me in, someone!" said Ann. Her tiny pube dipped until Gerald's nob nuzzled her fur.
"Oh, it's hot!" she gasped. "Put me in!"
Margaret struggled madly as she saw her husband's penis at the lips of the girls quim. But she was held by willing hands and displite herself, the spectacle excited her.
One of the girls knelt beside Gerald and took his penis and guided it to the portals of Ann's thin lipped little cunt. The hairy lips parted and accepted the tip of the nob.
"Oh, it's big!" she gasped.
Ernest, with a grin, grasped Ann's shoulders and thrust her downward.
There was a moments edathly silence and then a frantic, pain riven schream rang through the room, and Ann sat there on Gerald's loins, impaled on the deadly thickness of his massive erection.
She tried to scramble from the lance that had invaded her tiny gash, but Ernest held her down.
"You wanted it!" he roared, "Now you've got it!"
"Let me get off... it's killing me!" screamed Ann.
She writhed madly, her juicy and now bloody little fanny stretched almost to tearing point by Gerald's tool.
Her screams were now incessant and some common, unspoken consent seemed to activate the boys. They released Gerald and Ernest let go of Ann's shoulders.
She made to rise from the fleshy javelin that was plunged deep into her belly when suddenly Gerald's hand shot out and grasped her hips.
He held her firmly and pushed his loins up to her. There was a strange silence.
"He's going to fuck her!" gasped Ernest.
Serve her right!" said somebody.
" Damned good luck to him!" said Neil.
Ann screamed as Gerald began to slide his cock in a:td out of her pain ravaged quim.
"Let me go you bastard! You're killing me!' she bowled.
Gerald spoke... for the first and last time. "You said you wanted a man!" he panted. "Well, iOii'rp getting one!"
He began slow strokes into her and she was powerless to do anything but accept with wild screams the driving of his lance into her quivering little belly.
T think I'd better see about that douche," laughed Agnes.
"'How can you*?" screamed Margaret, glaring at Gerald.
Neil turned to her. "Now that he's settled... I feel a bit stalky again."
He seized her to him and his hand slid into her dress and began to fondle her breasts.
Her lips on her's precluded any further reply from her.
Slowly the tension in the room melted and eager hands began to fumble with willing thighs and 'knickers off' was again the order of the day.
Aim's screams became an almost monotonous background to whispered endearments and sensual suggestions.
"I thought you were going to get Ann a douche!" grinned Ernest to Agnes.
"I think I need another injection myself!" returned Agnes.
"Come on, you little sod!" She seized him and threw him to the floor.
Margaret, with a last look over Neil's shoulder to her madly busy husband, surrendered her knickers to her eager young lover.
"Oh, teen-agers!" she sighed to nobody in particular. "I wonder how long they'll have me in their generation."