Chapter 1
The coach they had been waiting for at last drew up beside them. The door slid open to allow the athletic looking young man to climb hurriedly on board. A moment before he had been kissing goodbye to the attractive girl who had been waiting with him. Now as the coach moved away leaving the girl and her elderly companion waving from the pavement the young man settled in his seat and tried to interest himself in one of the papers that had been left on an adjoining seat.
He couldn't concentrate on the newsprint, he felt slightly sick and if it had been at all possible he would have put the clock back a couple of days to try and put right the wicked wrong he was sure he had perpetrated.
It was a couple of days ago he had received that letter from his very wealthy Uncle Claud. For some months Tommy Lake had been writing begging letters to his rich relation. His gambling debts and now his other creditors, like his tailor and the trades-people, were threatening to take him to court if he did not pay. All added up to a desperate situation and then as if in answer to his prayers and certainly in answer to his letters imploring a loan, his Uncle Claud had paid him a visit.
Everything had seemed to be going well, already £500 had been paid into his depleted bank account with a promise from Uncle Claud that a further £500 would be paid in as soon as Tommy did one small thing for the old man.
The elderly lecherous Claud Lake knew his nephew well. He knew him for the idle spendthrift and wastrel that he really was and he also knew him a good looking presentable young man who had a way with the girls. Amongst his numerous girl friends he must know a pretty one who lived alone, who perhaps did not have any relations living nearby, one who could possibly quietly disappear and very little bother would be caused?
All Uncle Claud asked was for such a young woman to be brought down to his country house by Tommy and for him to return to town leaving the girl to stay at "The Clisters', Claud's country retreat.
It was not hard to arrange. Pretty Peggy Weston, must be twenty years of age was very fond of Tommy. Her parents lived in the North, she had few friends in town and apart from Tommy no very close friends at all. It was arranged that she and Tommy go down to spend a week in the country with Uncle Claud. After arriving at the house a telegram was to be received by the young man calling him back to London on urgent business and he would leave promising to return as soon as he could. She was not to know that in all probability she would never again see handsome Tommy Lake, or that as she waved goodbye to him as the coach went out of sight and Claud took her arm to lead her to his car.
During the short time she had spent at the Cloisters with Tommy she had not met Claud's wife. Apparently the old lady was an invalid and remained in her own room most of the time. Peggy had, however, met Mrs. Briggs, the housekeeper who ran the place and looked after Claud. A tall, strongly built manly sort of woman, who rarely smiled. She had chilled Peggy from the first meeting and now she waited with an evil smirk across her white strained face for her employer to bring back this sweet victim to the web.
As soon as Peggy stepped into the house with the strong hand of Claud gripping her forearm she sensed that something was different. The old man seemed to have an air of authority about him that had not been present when Tommy had been there. Mrs. Briggs greeted them in the hall, her face seemed to have an expression of triumph as she nodded at Peggy, an expression that the young woman did not understand and did not like at all.
"I think I'll go upstairs and have a wash before dinner." Peggy said, pleased at the chance to get away from this old man and his leering housekeeper, "what time is it, Mrs. Briggs?" she added.
She saw the grim looking housekeeper look towards the old man. He gave a curt nod and Mrs. Briggs stepped alongside Peggy and taking her by the arm went upstairs with her.
"It is time you were fed now," the woman said, her tone of voice sending a cold chill down the young woman's spine. When they got to the top of the stairs, instead of turning left which led to the room that Peggy had put her case in and the one she thought she would be sleeping in, she was guided right and along the passage into a room at the rear of the house.
Two things at once took her attention as she and the housekeeper stepped into this room ... the large comfortable bed that occupied the centre of the room and the thick bars that were across the window.
She tried to step back towards the door but although Mrs. Briggs had let go of her the bulky figure of Claud was there to prevent her moving very far.
"This is not my room," she stammered, "I don't like this room at all, what are those bars on the window for?"
She again felt that cold chill on her spine as the two laughed at her and Mrs. Briggs patted her cheek playfully.
"This is to be your room, my dear and as for the bars they are to make sure our little bird does not try and fly away."
Peggy sensed now that something very wrong was happening. With a sudden rush she tried to get round the stoutish figure of Claud, but he grabbed her and not only prevented her from getting to the door but swiveled her round and before she could stop him had his thick lips pressed to her mouth while Mrs. Briggs moved behind her to make quite certain that her struggles were to no avail.
For the next half minute the young woman was kissed in as passionate a fashion as is possible. Never had she known quite a kiss that did so much to her. All her feeling, all her senses, her very soul seemed to be drawn to her mouth and then sucked from her into the avidly sucking and licking tongue of the old fellow. His stout arms were round her waist and Mrs. Briggs was pressing the front of her body against Peggy's buttocks so that the young woman was forced to keep her body compressed against the fatness of Claud.
Peggy felt her wrists being taken by the hands of the woman behind her. Her arms were pushed round the stout torso of Claud, not altogether unwillingly she embraced him and gave a startled gasp under his thick lips when she felt his loins and stomach jerking against her in the most unmistakable suggestive fashion.
When they were both gasping for breath, he took his tongue out of her mouth and withdrew his face an inch or so from hers. Mrs. Briggs had stepped back a pace and did not touch Peggy at all now. The old fellow as only holding her loosely. They wanted to see if she would try and break free again after this initial experience of his sort of kissing. Peggy realized that she could try and make a break for it, but something kept her back. She stood there panting and flushed of face, but she did not make one move towards the door.
"I think our pretty birdie is ready to be fed!" Mrs. Briggs chuckled as she stepped up to Peggy again and with deft movements of her fingers began to unfasten the back of the young woman's dress. Peggy made no attempt to stop her and soon the dress was undone sufficiently for it to be slid over her shoulders and down to her waist. Now the hot fat hands of the old man moved into action, gripping the shoulder straps of her nylon slip and her bra he pushed them downwards and at the same time his face was buried in the warm flesh of her shoulder and just below.
Peggy looked down at his ugly florid face. It was but inches from the cups of her bra and now Mrs. Briggs was reaching round her to ease the bra cups free over her breasts. The moment her nipples were revealed to his greedy eyes he murmured:
"Thank you Mrs. Briggs. These certainly need some attention right away."
Peggy gasped with pleasure as she felt his hot breath on her left nipple and then his mouth closed over the hypersensitive bud and the avid way he sucked at it caused it to swell at once and to send sheer ecstatic waves through her body, starting from that sucked nipple and ultimately finishing deep down in her belly and loins.
When he had attended to both nipples with his mouth and tongue she was led across to the bed with Mrs. Briggs's arm round her waist. Seated on the bed edge it was easy for them to get her dress and nylon under slip down to her ankles and pull the garments from her completely.
Peggy watched the old man sink to his knees on the carpet, edging himself up between her legs and pushing her thighs open as he shuffled closer to her. She trembled to his touch as his hot hands moved over her nylons up to the bar thigh flesh above their tops. It was Mrs. Briggs leaning over them who reached down and pulled aside the crotch band of Peggy's panties and the moment her hairy warm nest was revealed the old man sank his face hard against the puffed wet lips.
The heartfelt moan that came from the young woman as she experienced this lecherous gamming of her genitals told them she was rapidly becoming as randy as they wanted to make her.
"Open your legs wider dear if you like being kissed down there," Mrs. Briggs muttered to her. The lovely fleshy thighs jerked outwards, there was no effort to try and disguise the pleasure Peggy was getting or that she needed it to continue. Her white hands flew down to the old man's head, not to push him away but to fondle his hair and his bobbing forehead.
"You mustn't ... ograaaaa ... you shouldn't ... be doing this ... to me ... ograaa ... no ... stop ... stop ... "
Her words failed to carry conviction and just as they knew it would the old fellow and his housekeeper saw her quim becoming very wet and angry looking. The lips of her cunt gaped quite a bit and appeared to hang loosely from his constant gripping of them in his lips and pulling the downwards from side to side. Like any normal healthy young woman such an act being performed upon her genitals was making her want copulation. She was genuinely sorry when the old man at last stood up and looked down at her. Mrs. Briggs put her hands down Peggy's very moist part and carefully sought and found the swollen hard bud of her clitoris. This was the first time in her life a woman had touched her in this intimate fashion and Peggy soon discovered that Mrs. Briggs knew just how to get the full pleasure from a gentle touching up.
While Peggy writhed and moaned under the artful stimulation given her by the eager fingers of the woman old Claud was taking off his clothing. When he had almost stripped off Mrs. Briggs pulled Peggy to her feet.
"Take off your things dear, you want to be fed, don't you? When I say fed I mean in this warm mouth down here," and she gave Peggy's cunt an extra severe frigging as she spoke these last words.
She could not prevent herself from trembling as she slipped her panties down and off and then undipped her suspenders and rolled her nylon stockings down her shapely legs. The frilly suspender belt was quickly unfastened and taken from her and quite naked she allowed herself to be stretched out on that wide comfortable bed.
Pot-bellied and hairy chested old Claud was now kneeling close to the bed, his hot podgy hands began to roam all over her nakedness. As she looked at his grossly fat and hairy body she felt ashamed at letting such a man even touch her and yet his hands thrilled her. Thrilled her so much that when he leaned half across her she reached up and wrapped her arms about his broad bare neck and shoulders.
Mrs. Briggs watched every movement, every changing expression on this pretty girl's face. There was nothing she liked better than to see an attractive young woman have her inner lust stoked and inflamed into reality and she knew this lovely girl wanted this ugly old devil to kiss her again. Already she was trying to pull his face down to her own.
The watching Mrs. Briggs could tell that her employer was going to tease their latest victim. He had his face just an inch or so from the pouting lips but did not give her the tongue kissing she wanted. Down between her thighs his podgy hand was prising apart her cunt lips and while he and Mrs. Briggs watched her face he furiously and quite brutally frigged her.
Gradually the expression of that pretty face changed. At first it had been one of shame and shock at being treated in such a way, but now as her lust was invoked the young woman was being transformed into a really randy wanton, her writhing wriggling body anxious and waiting for one thing-prick.
Mrs. Briggs took Peggy's face between her hands and leered down at her:
"You are a very lucky young woman," she muttered, "you are going to be fed now."
The heavy bulk of the old man slithered over more on top of Peggy. She got her hands palm upwards under his paunchy stomach and tried to pries him upwards. She looked up desperately at Mrs. Briggs.
"Isn't he going to wear something? Can't he put on a rubber-don't let him do it to me like this."
Mrs. Briggs only laughed:
"How can he feed you properly if we put on a rubber overcoat on that lovely big cock of his?" she replied, "you're going to be fed thick prick and hot spunk and you are going to love it!"
In desperation Peggy grabbed his immense tool with both hands as if she thought she could prevent it entering her if she kept a grip on it.
"No, no please," she gasped, "please take care, don't put it in me like this."
She would have gone on protesting but it was the heavily lipsticked mouth of Mrs. Briggs forced down on her own mouth that stifled any more pleas. Peggy gasped and thrilled to this tonguing kiss given her by a woman and almost without being fully aware of her actions she was herself guiding that hard throbbing cock towards her cunt.
Mrs. Briggs heard the old man grunt like a pig, she also felt the young woman suck in her breath and she knew what had happened. A few inches of thickness had been slid into Peggy's aching desirous quim. She raised her face from the brightly crimsoned flushed face and looked at her expression. She liked what she saw, this young woman was even more on heat than they had anticipated. Mrs. Briggs looked questioningly at the florid face of her employer. He nodded:
"Yes, yes, she's wonderfully moist and tight," he said, "Just as we thought ... she really needs feeding very badly."
The woman patted Peggy's face, "Well it's a good job you are here with us for we are going to see that you get fed well and often, my dear." The old man began to jerk to and fro, gently at first and with every inward thrust he sank deeper into the pratt of the writhing and happily moaning young woman.
Mrs. Briggs was stroking Peggy's face:
"There, there, my dear, you need a really good fucking, don't you. Your hot little cunt loves devouring hard thick cock doesn't it? Well my dear, we are going to give you a wide variety of feeding while you are here. We have friends all over the country who will love to come here and feed a lovely girl like you between the legs like Mr. Lake is doing to you now."
If the awful truth of Mrs. Briggs words meant anything to her Peggy did not betray her feelings. Indeed she could not think of anything else save the wonderful feeling she was getting from this shagging from the old satyr on her belly. He had taken the weight of his body on his elbows on either side of her shoulders and now leered down into her face, his mouth but an inch from hers.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it, dear," he spat at her, "you wanted me to feed you like this, didn't you?"
She found herself nodding. She had to agree, it would be foolish and hopeless to try and deny her feelings and desires. She gripped him tighter with her naked lovely thighs and gazed into his ugly lust filled face, so repulsive and yet the very evil and lust that his expression portrayed seemed to add fire to her own lustful desire and to make her love him in a strange compelling fashion.
She raised her face to try and get her lips to his thick lips again. She was ashamed at her desire for his thick wet tongue to invade her mouth again and yet she knew what she wanted and she could not fight against her stimulated passion.
He was speeding up his rooting movements. Every dip into her cunt forced his cock knob to the very opening of her womb:
"Agraa ... darlinggggg ... darlingggg ... ograaa ooommmmaaa ... " she clung to him and enjoyed every moment of her abusement.
"Not too quick Mr. Lake," it was the stern voice of Mrs. Briggs that forced the old man to control himself.
"I want to hear her say some nice words while she is so nicely on heat," the woman went on. Peering down into Peggy's eyes she said: "Let us hear you say the naughty word that describes what Mr. Lake is doing to you."
The old fellow had slowed his shagging to a steady roll in and out, delving and teasing and tantalizing the young woman who was begging for her orgasm to give her the satisfaction she had been made to crave.
Despite her heated rut she felt embarrassed at being expected to say the filthy word she knew they wanted her to use. Softly she muttered: "Mr. Lake ... Mr. Lake is ... fucking me!"
The old man gave her a few fiercely deep thrusts as if to reward her but Mrs. Briggs was far from satisfied:
"That was no good," she snapped, "let us hear you say it as if you really know what it means and that you like using the word as well as performing the act is describes."
"He's fucking me ... ohaaaaamaaaa ... fucking ... I'm being fucked ... Fucked ... !"
Peggy found that using such words excited her in a way she did not understand. She saw that her display of obscenity pleased Mrs. Briggs and also had the effect of making old Claud push harder and faster into her with his thrill giving prick.
Suddenly without any more persuasion Peggy began to mouth more obscenities:
"Oh Mr. Lake ... fuck me ... fuck me ... Fuck me harder ... harder ... argaa ... mmmmaaa ... fuck, fuck!"
The way the young woman clung to her elderly lecher told Mrs. Briggs that the mutual orgasm could not be far off. With urgent thrusts and pushes, with heaves and lunges, the old man and lovely girl heaved towards the climax that would inundate her womb with his spunk. All thought of the lack of contraceptives had vanished from Peggy's mind. All she wanted, all she craved was about to happen.
The lovely manicured hands gripped the fat naked arse of the old man and dragged his body hard in between her gripping thighs. Those charming fingers were destined to claw at many naked arses of many colors during the next week or so but at this moment Peggy was only concerned with having her passion satiated. Mrs. Briggs could tell by the way that pretty face contorted and grimaced, old Claud could tell by the sticky juice that wetted his rearing cock head that the young woman was having her orgasm.
She seemed to be able to keep on coming and coming and getting both hands under her wriggling backside he gripped her bottom cheeks just as fiercely as she gripped him. Mrs. Briggs saw his movement, she knew the ultimate climax was about to be reached. Bending her face close to the turning contorting face of the young woman she said:
"Now you are going to be fed, you feel the lovely food being pumped into you dearie?"
Jet after jet of hot thick spend was spunked into her. The old man had been saving his seed for this moment. Usually sleeping with Mrs. Briggs three or four times a week since it had been arranged that this young lady should be brought down as their victim he had refrained from intercourse for over a week. The plentiful spend of thick juice was the result and Peggy was being fed in a way all girls of her age and beauty should be regularly fed -with hot thick prick.