Chapter 13
That night at the Jones's house was surely a curious one. For Bert had got onto a very sexy novel that put his cock into a hellish stew. A friend had lent him one of the great Victorian underground sex novels, and somehow it reached him in the raunchiest way, with its tales of serving wenches and whippings and despoiling of innocent maidens, of wicked, delicately depraved lords, and their ruthless pursuit of luscious young girls.
Somehow Bert had read Anita into the stories, so that he had built up quite a lust for her body by nightfall, and kept caressing his cock in anticipation of a fun-filled evening.
He was somewhat annoyed that she had gone into the city with his dad, and delighted when they came home for dinner. He managed to tell her, clandestinely of course, that he had a hefty cock and a new trick that he wanted to try that night.
Anita however knew that Arnold was planning a visit that night, and she told Bert that unfortunately it was her time of the month.
She rather hated to do that to Bert, for she adored the vigor of his cock, but the new excitement of Arnold and the promise of a fuck with the master of the house was more persuasive.
"I might be all right tomorrow night, Bert, darling," she said.
"Dammit. Why can't you control that sort of thing?" he growled, for he was very disgruntled. He had been visualizing a night heavy with cunt and cock, and it threw him into a lousy temper.
It annoyed Anita, and she murmured. "So sorry to inconvenience you." Although she was invariably sweet, her tone had a touch of malice.
So Bert felt bad and apologized. "It's just that I was all juiced up about you. Oh, well, I suppose I can sweat out another night."
As for Mona, she scarcely noticed any of this, her mind mostly on the fabulous new pants suit that Mister Zero, the sensational new designer, had created just for her. She planned to wear it at the Charity Ball next week, and thought about the commotion it would make. Mister Zero would have the fashion editors and photographers around to make sure they got shots of her wearing his new design. These photos would appear in the national press, and Mona could think of several women who would go green with envy, for they fancied themselves foremost in fashion.
Mona loved fashion, and knew that her taste had often started fads. She enjoyed that, and if Arnold had not been a rich man, he would have been quite annoyed at the way she spent money on fashion.
So she spent much time that evening on the one, talking to some friends, to Mister Zero, and finally reading a gossip magazine that featured a few zingy capers she had performed lately in the social world.
Arnold watched the Yankees play a night baseball game for a while, then turned to a horror movie. He liked light escape from the dull cares of the business world. His library was loaded with a wealth of intellectual books, but there came a time when he craved visual escape by watching the most mindless TV.
His mind kept turning back to the afternoon, to his bawdy time at the office with Anita. It seemed so unreal now, yet he knew that late that night he would be in her bedroom for a follow-up fuck. He felt a subtle tension about it, not only for the excitement of splitting her luscious cunt, but the tingle of danger, doing it under his own roof!
Danger always added spice to a sexual combat, he realized, which was why he had suggested her bedroom. It could have been easier and safer at a motel, but there was something delightful about the threat of discovery.
He smiled to himself, visualizing Anita in her bed, and himself sneaking in, like a thief in the night, to get to her young cunt. He thought of her luscious body, and the lust made his cock harden. That was the charming bit about sex with a young doll-it made you hornier, and therefore it increased your pleasure.
He had not known of this trick of love with young girls before limiting himself to women of Mona's age. He thought, in fact, it was unmanly to pick up a little chippie instead of a grown woman. But he had now changed his mind about all that.
Especially now, having got into his forties, the feeling came strongly over him that girls of that age would become even more exciting as time crept on for him.
It seemed to him true that youth was an infection, and that it passed from the springtime of a girl to the autumn of a man. In other words, a young cunt made an old hard grow young!
So, when at last, he went into his room, he could scarcely wait until Mona got thoroughly to sleep, and it annoyed him that she should stay up and read. Well, he wouldn't go over to her bedroom until two anyway, to be sure that Mona got into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, Bert had picked up his Victorian dirty novel, and was having some blistering times reading the bawdy scenes. It got his cock up so hard again that he decided that he would invade Anita's bed and maybe he could induce a fuck in the derriere.
He hated to press in matters of sex, but his cock was absolutely livid with lust, and he just had to get it off.
He read a bit more of how the serving wench with a bouncy white ass submitted to the master's obsession to whip it. The old pervert, it seemed, liked to put the birch to the girl's round bottom as a preface to getting off.
For some reason, Bert got all excited about this, but instead of wanting to beat Anita's bottom, he wanted to fuck it.
So finally he laid the book down and examined his watch. It was one A.M., a good time to make a quiet entrance to her bedroom.
He listened carefully at the door, heard nothing, and slipped down silently to Anita's door, turned the knob, and went in.
Although she had been dozing, she did awake at his entrance, especially when he slipped into the bed alongside her. She imagined it to be Arnold, and she almost used his name.
The sight of Bert, however, gave her quite a jolt, and she glanced swiftly at the clock to see it was one, an hour before she expected Arnold.
"What is it, Bert? I've told you that I'm just not in the mood tonight."
He put his hands over her plump tits lovingly, and snaked his hard cock up against her bottom.
"I know, I know, Anita. But I just can't sleep with this monster hard between my legs. I felt it belongs between yours. And I know that you've got the curse. But please, please, Anita, let me stuff it up your ass! I'll go crazy with this hunk of meat bothering me all night." And he put her hand over his swollen big cock.
Anita at first was determined to drive him of her bed, but she was a sweet, gentle with a tender heart for the sex-crazed male, especially if he put such a monstrous piece of meat in her hand.
Her hard resolution melted completely, and she squeezed his great cock, to signify that she would be willing to play a game.
She did, after all, have some time before the master of the house would come to her bed. Unless, of course, he appeared off schedule.
By this time Bert was caressing her plump breasts and found the nipples erect, so he knew she was responding to him.
They love the big meat, Bert thought, and he whipped under her, to lick at her nipples, to get her grooving still more.
"I'm very sleepy, Bert, so I hope you won't mind if I ask you to hurry."
"Sure, darling." He was delighted that she hadn't tossed him out, and went into a private fantasy, that he was the master in a Victorian house, and that Anita was his wench, and he had come to her bed to perform a few passionate tricks on her tender young body. In his mind he acted the master and said aloud. "All right, you shameless young tart, put your pretty lips where they belong and do give me a bawdy suck off."
Anita scowled. "Have you gone bananas?"
"Goddammit," he growled. "It's a line right out of Victorian Vagina."
His dirty novel, she was thinking. Bert had a trick of working you into his fantasy life without telling you about it.
She smiled because it seemed a big male thing, putting the female into some hot dream. Oddly, she didn't mind fitting in. Anita liked to fit into the male dream, since she had to keep his cock hard. It took a hard cock for a girl to get her heavenly lumps.
Thinking this, she said in tones she thought suitable for a serving wench. "Yes, your young lordship, whatever you desire." She bent low and took his torrid tool between her lips, gave it a few frantic lickings, did a clever dance; with her tongue under the head, then stopped.
She well knew the nasty little stud would get carried away and want her to mouth his cock to the creamy explosion.
Therefore, she turned her plump, curving tail now turgid cock, as a gentle, reminder of how he managed to get in her bed.
It took just the touch of her silky mounds to put the flame on Bert, for he thought then of her asshole, that tight pit of love that could squeeze his cock to the frenzies.
So now he dug between her cheeks, his cock in a sweat to get to its tight target. He snuggled into the pit, pushed it in, felt the circling warmth and a streak of pleasure.
He pushed her, turning her so she was on her stomach, got his cock in deeper and deeper, then, holding hard to her creamy mounds, he started ins and outs.
Her tight ass was a canal of joy, especially when he buried his cock to the hilt, feeling his balls jangling against her buttocks.
It's obscene, it's dirty, it's delicious, he thought as he got into the rhythm of fucking.
And Anita, feeling his hard shaft inside her ass, quivered with pleasure. She liked to be fucked in the ass for it gave another delicious dimension to sex. She could feel the hard meat of him penetrate her hot canal, turning on a lot of nerves.
She wanted him to drive into her with still more violence, and so she turned to him, her face tight with desire, and said, "Fuck me, Bert, fuck my ass off. Give me everything you've got! Don't just pat my ass. Beat it to death with your cock!"
That did it for Bert. The edge of contempt in her voice, the lust for violation, the need to get her ass raped-all of this sent him into a tailspin.
For he then began to ram and ram, pound and pound with every ounce of energy that he feeling his cock sliding in and out of the hot meat of her asshole. His cock felt like a sword that sliced into her meat, and the repeated motions kept piling one intense sensation onto another until his cock went into a giant swelling, pushing out the sides of her asshole, then exploding its hot cum. The swelling and the spurts of hot juice and his frenzied fucking all did their thing for Anita, so that she felt her cunt cream in a fluttering orgasm.
She turned her head to him, kissed his lips while he slumped in exhaustion from his ferocious effort to fuck her ass off.
Anita now aware of the pressure of time, wanted Bert on his way, so she pulled her tail away from him, and climbed out of the bed, for the bathtub.
"See you tomorrow, Bert, honey," she whispered, pulling him up, and getting him to the door. She heaved a sigh o£ relief when finally he slipped noiselessly out of the room, his cock thoroughly whipped, and one would suspect, his body, too.
Sex destroys a man, she thought, amused, as she went into the tub and ran some water to soap and cleanse herself. It wouldn't do to smell of sin for Arnold, master of the house.
She felt light-hearted and gay, as she often did a nice orgasm. But not destroyed, as the male appeared to be sometimes. Of course, she had goaded poor Bert to explode his energy in her, which left him whipped and woebegone. Well, at least he would sleep well, and there would be no complaint that his hard cock had locked him in insomnia. She was a specialist in treating hard cocks, she thought, as she scrubbed her asshole and her cunt with lather. Soon Arnold would creep like a thief in the night into her boudoir, tortured by a pipe-hard cock, bringing it to her for the cure. Her cunt, her mouth, and her ass were the caverns of cure. She knew how to tame a ferocious monster. And she had learned this at a rather tender age, she congratulated herself.
Only sixteen, she thought, and already she discovered the important secret of life, and was to locate the hard cock and lambaste the hell out of it. To suck it with your mouth, your cunt, or your asshole. That's how you tamed cocks. And when you did that you gave yourself the supreme pleasures, you found that life was a more thrilling and marvelous thing.
Anita felt that behind all the hoopla and hulla-balloo of life, there was one key secret-sex. Sex was the one real thing-everything else was like painted scenery.
So, she got back into bed, and fluffed up the soft pillow and bedclothes to hide the fact that the frenzies of sex had just happened. Then she slipped into a sleep that deepened into a dream in which she was walking in Central Park, walking past Cleopatra's Needle, which turned out to be, on closer inspection, a giant living phallus.
It was at that point that she awoke, for a cock was actually pressing up against her face. Her eyes opened, and she had to smile, for the cock was familiar enough, belonging to Arnold.
He was standing at the side of her bed, looking down at the delicious blond kid sleeping there, with a look on her face like that of the young Madonna's you saw in the 14th century paintings.
It was just such a look of purity that provoked the most indecent feelings in Arnold, who at forty had become fascinated by young girls.
He had been seduced into this by his experience with Anita, whose skin was satin soft, who cunt was honey pie, whose tits were lovely hills of sweet flesh.
She was, in his mind, the essence of young cunt.
Earlier in the day, she had given him a horrendous blowjob that he couldn't put out of his mind. For hours he had lain in, his bed, thinking of the scene in his office, when she did her fierce lickings of his cock and balls, and the way she had gobbled the cream of his cock at the finale.
It was a scene to stiffen his cock even as he lay there, replaying it. Well, now he wanted to get his cock in her cunt, her young tight cunt. He wanted to hold her young fresh body, he wanted to get down on her golden-haired pussy and work his tongue into the ecstasy pit. Maybe, if he had the energy, he might wiggle his cock into her tail too, which was always a turn-on deluxe.
So he slunk under his pillow and found a bit of sleep, making sure that his subconscious was-geared to wake him at two, a habit that he had learned over the years. He had super-control of his sleeping habits, and could wake when he wanted.
He heard Mona turning restlessly from side to side in her bed, for she was a lousy sleeper, always playing back in her mind the events of the day.
It was the chief reason why he delayed his invasion of Anita's bed until two, since he figured that time Mona could be well-gone.
He slipped into a deep sleep, and before long, found himself in a curious dream. He saw himself in the pit of a dungeon, the sort they had in the Middle Ages, with iron bars, and iron spikes on the bars, and instruments of torture.
In the next cage there were four girls, all about sixteen, with white skin and lovely breasts exposed, for the only articles they wore were g-strings.
They all had keys strung about their wrists to show they were the jailers. And they were watching him secretly, although they seemed to be playing cards together.
Arnold in his jail felt a fierce desire to escape, but apparently there seemed to be no way out, except past these girls, and they had the prison cage locked.
He grabbed the bars and shook it hard, and yelled at the girls, "Let me out of here, you little sluts or I'll fry you all in Mazola."
The girls laughed and winked at each other, "Does he have a hard yet?" asked one girl.
"No. He's all spaghetti."
"Well, he doesn't get out until he gets a big hard cock that we can use."
"Let's put him in the iron maiden," said one girl, a redhead. "That should frighten him. It might stiffen his cock."
"No," said a blonde. "If he's frightened, he won't be able to get it up."
"I think we ought to torture him so his cock gets hard. Otherwise, we'll play cards forever."
So they agreed, and came into his cage, where an iron maiden was located in the corner. The girls had whips in their hands, and poor Arnold, in his dream, was stark naked. And every time he reached out for one of the girls, the others would slash his ass with the whip, leaving a stinging red bruise.
They forced him, with their whips, into the iron maiden, which did not have spikes inside, but it had apertures so that he could see out, and a place for his cock to emerge, especially if it were hard.
"Put your cock through the cock-hole," commanded the redhead.
"No," he said, even though he was enclosed in the iron maiden, and surrounded by the dark cold iron, not too pleasant a situation.
The redhead smiled, and she pulled on a lever, which made the spikes that were concealed in the body of the maiden begin to emerge. They had sharpened points, and penetrated his flesh slightly.
It made him almost jump and he realized then that he was entirely in their power.
"Okay," he said, and reaching down, he put his limp cock into the cockhole, so that it emerged from outside the iron maiden.
The girls all laughed.
"Look at it, It's like a dead snake," said one.
"He's too scared. We'll never get a fuck out of him, not with that dead thing!" said the blonde.
"I'll show you how to get a hard out of him," said the redhead. And bending down, she took his soft cock in her mouth, and started to give it a great tongue job, sucking it vigorously.
Within a minute the soft cock became a giant monster of flesh and bone, red-looking and in a rage.
"He's come alive," said one of the girls. "I guess he's ready."
"Open the maiden and let him out," said the other girls anxiously.
"Yeah, we want that hard cock," said the blonde.
They opened the iron maiden and let him out. He swaggered among them and sneered, "Okay, you sluts, which of you wants to get her cunt reamed?"
The girls began to yammer among themselves, each determined to be the first, until the redhead said in a tough voice. "Listen, I made him hard, so I get it first. But you can all have a piece of him."
And she worked out a strategy so that, while he stuck his cock in her cunt one would lick his ass, and he would suck the cunt of another, and another would lick his balls, so that everyone would get a piece of the action.
And so, in the shadow of the terrible iron maiden and the gruesome instruments of medieval torture, they made a sort of daisy chain of sweet-sixteen female flesh and one naked male, aged forty.
And everybody got a piece of the flesh action, each of them going off at a different time, that is, all except Arnold. For it seemed to him that his cock had turned into iron, and could never get soft again; And in revenge for the humiliation that the redhead had heaped on his head, he kept screwing her with iron cock till she almost croaked from all the orgasms.
"Get him off me," she begged the others. "The Iron Maiden has given him an iron cock, and he will kill us all with it, unless we get him out of here!"
So the others dragged him off the prostrate redhead, and pushed him out of the prison cell, out to the countryside.
He looked down at his cock, and it was true that his cock, which had once been flesh, had now turned to a sort of flexible steel, burnished and silver, something that would never again become soft.
At that point Arnold woke from his dream, his head bathed in sweat. It took moments for him to orient himself to his bed, to the snores of Mona in the other bed, and to the fact that his cock felt, in actual fact, incredibly hard.
He put his hand on it, under the sheets, and almost expected to find it a thing of pure steel, for the rigidity of it. He experienced almost a sigh of relief to discover that it was still a thing of flesh, muscle and bone.
What a nightmare, he thought, if I had really been cursed with a cock of iron. For it never to go down! You can have too much of a good thing, he considered.
Then he glanced at the clock, and noted with satisfaction that it was exactly two o'clock. He had an unerring instinct for timing, he thought, highly pleased that his cock was in splendid shape for the festivities of the night. He glanced over at Mona where she snored gently, deep in some dream, Arnold thought, in which she was voted best-dressed woman of the year.
She was always into her, creepy fashion game, he figured. Now he got softly out of bed, and opened the door gently, closed it behind him, and walked over the padded rugs to Anita's room where the little blond enchantress lay with her delicious cunt between her legs, seething with desire for his meat.
The idea of fucking her the first time gave him a lot of tingles, and when he got into her room, shut the door behind him, and crept slowly to her bed, his cock was nothing short of an overlarge, overhard sausage.
He then stuck it against her silky cheeks, and let its heat bring her out of sleep.
Her eyes opened, and they glowed for a moment at the sight of the bristling monster close to her face. Her recognition of his cock was instant, having already made its acquaintance with the caresses of her mouth.
"Mmmmmm. Such a wonderful way to wake up," she said sleepily, as she reached up to his cock, planted a wet warm kiss on its head, then opened her mouth to accommodate more of muscular meat.
He watched her with greedy eyes, the way her mouth slipped marvelously over the flesh, feeling her tongue move with wizardry to set off a lot of sharp tingles.
A great cocksucker, he thought contentedly, and he slipped out of his pajamas, and then pulled back the blankets.
She was totally naked, and her figure was fabulous, the hips moving out gracefully from her waist, the tits pushing up beautifully, topped with the pink nipples, and her joyous little cunt topped with blond maidenhairs.
He went down to her cunt, for he had not even tasted it as he remembered, and got his tongue into the delicious slit, spreading the meat to get to the clit. His tongue did a dance job there, delighting in the velvet flesh, the taste and the feel of it.
It was such a turn-on, that he felt he could keep going on it for hours, but there were other enjoyments to pursue. He spread her thighs, raised her legs, pointed his prick at her gleaming slit, and eased his cock in.
Just as he imagined, her hole was tight, and clutched his cock like a hard fist, giving him pleasing sensations. He kept pushing his cock into the depths of her cunt, until finally, he got it all the way, and the tightness was pure delight.
He bent down and kissed her young sweet lips, feeling totally connected to this young cunt. He had to congratulate himself on the luck that brought such a sweet delicious cunt into his home, even if she was his niece.
There was some extra pleasure in fucking your niece, actually, if she was sixteen.
And really turned on by the situation, for he was fucking her, also, under his own roof, with Mona not all that far away, laying on him another dimension of excitement.
And the vision of Mona was really strong in his head, even while he plunged away in Anita's sweet cunt. His pleasures couldn't be counted, for each plunge brought a great mix of sensations of physical delight and the spicy edge of danger. His feeling of Mona as a presence became so strong that he turned sideways, as if to reassure himself.
And there, in the flesh, in her thin transparent gown that showed her nipples through the silk, and her pussyhair, too, stood Mona.
She had been there, watching from behind them, for at least five minutes.
Because, actually, Mona had been subconsciously disturbed in her sleep, by a lot of sex excitement. Instead of dreaming of becoming the fashion queen of the world, she had instead been dreaming of some good lusty sex, for her cunt was vibrating for some vice.
So somehow, she woke up soon after Arnold had left the room, and the craving of her cunt made her creep over to his bed, where she expected to find a solid male with a solid hunk of male cock for her pleasure.
She found instead an empty bed.
And her mind instantly alerted to the machinations of Arnold's mind. He would be, she surmised, exactly in the Anita bed, of course.
The idea of nailing him there somehow became an overwhelming obsession, and so she went out as softly as she could to Anita's room, silently opened the door, closed it behind her.
The two lovers were so intensely into their ecstasies, they would not have heard a bomb, so it was quite easy for her to move close to the bed, and survey the action.
She could see his hard cock ravage the tender passion slit of the sweet blond Anita, and the sight was enough to give her cunt a lot of tingles. She felt fiercely oral, and wanted to get her mouth on something, to get into the act, not to be left out.
So she moved closer, and that was when Arnold saw her. It didn't stop his stroking, or break his rhythm, for he just kept on plunging, and waited for her to say something.
"Child molester," she sneered at him, then bent down and took her gown off, flung it back, and leaned into Anita's lovely tit, and took it into her mouth, beginning to suck.
He had to grin, for she did have a sense of humor, and while he fucked, he watched her mouth move with professional style over the nipples, sucking them hard.
He glanced at Anita, and her face seemed to be in ecstasy, for she was getting it tops and bottoms.
The tit, however, was not enough for Mona, who craved more meat, and she slid finally behind Arnold, to see what her mouth could then devour. His balls were visible, so she licked them, as he moved, to give him an extra edge of pleasure.
Then after doing that for a time, she found it too clumsy, so she paused, spread his cheeks to find his asshole, and probed it, wiggling her tongue into the slit, to the tender flesh and nerves inside, titillating them with the tip of her tongue.
She enjoyed it, for she could hear his quiet groans of pleasure as he shoved his cock into Anita's tight cunt, as he felt his asshole get a good reaming from Mona's clever tongue.
I'm getting the best of two worlds, he thought blissfully fucking away at a steady rhythm.
As for Anita, she had gone past the stage of anything other than ecstasy, for her cunt had been quivering wildly with one orgasm after another. She was flabbergasted at the powerful hard of Arnold's cock, and so turned on by the presence of Mona, too, that her cunt went into the wildest excitements.
She whimpered and whispered, groaned and moaned, twisting her body every which way, because the pleasure had become intolerable, almost agonizing.
And Mona, even though she was buried in Arnold's tail, couldn't help realize that Anita had got it all.
So, anxious for a bit of something for herself now, she came up and tapped Arnold on the shoulder.
"She's had it, honey. So, now, give me the rest, come into my mouth. Give me your cock juice. In my mouth!"
And Arnold, recognizing the truth of it, that Anita was all gone, and that the idea of blasting his cream in Mona's mouth could only be the peak of the climax, gladly withdrew his wet, red, ponderous prick and turned in to Mona's open, greedy mouth.
It clamped around his cock, and hungrily began to suck at it, she grabbing his balls, at the same time, as if to milk them of all juice.
To see her famous face around his cock did the devastating thing to his psyche it had done in the past, and it released a whole crowd of crazy, piercing sensations that wiped out the pains of his childhood.
To fuck a famous face was to him the ultimate release, the ultimate joy, so he grabbed her cheeks, and began to pump his prodigious meat into her throat.
And she had adjusted the angle of her head so tat his cock seemed to go into deep throat, for she knew the art of sword swallowing.
The sensations were too much to bear, and it just took minutes, with her fondling his balls as he plunged into her, for him to explode in her.
His cream cascaded into her throat, and she clamped her lips firmly around his cock as his love juice poured into her, swallowing every drop of it, the muscles of her throat rippling as she guzzled.
Mona, the gorgeous cocksucker, he thought.
And he glanced over at Anita, who was staring goggle-eyed at the action, even though she was thoroughly whipped out by the orgy of orgasms that she had gone through.
And so they later went into the bathtub, where they bathed and laughed and joked with each other. It was a happy, charming family scene of closeness.
And all this time, Bert slept the sleep of the blessed, for his cock, too, had found peace in Anita's ass.
So they all lived together, Arnold and Bert, Mona and Anita, in a gentle, loving life style, giving each other pleasure, inventing amusing bedroom games to while away the dull evenings.
They were indeed a happy foursome, who learned the secret of an amusing life of give and take.
They made a game of love, and love was their game.