Chapter 2
When I pulled out and rolled off, Molly was ready and went down to the quaking, raw cunt. There was more blood for her and the girl writhed and moaned as Molly sucked into her aching flesh. The girl's legs cringed and shivered and she weakly tried to pull herself away from the leechlike mouth sucking at her raw hole. I thought the girl needed a rest, so I pushed Molly's head away and the girl clutched my hand gratefully.
"Is your cunt feeling sore?" I asked gently, stroking the damp hair from her forehead.
"A bit," she admitted, "it's not that, it's the come, it was hurting my tummy ... like cramp."
"Think she's had enough?" I asked Mollie.
"You've only fucked her twice, she should be able to stand more than that," Molly said.
"She's only fourteen ... perhaps once more, I don't want to harm her."
"It's not the fuck," the girl said, "it's when she sucks."
"She's not used to it yet," I told Mollie.
"I'm sorry-she tastes lovely," Molly sighed.
"Will I meet you again?" the girl asked suddenly.
Molly and I looked quickly at each other. Molly nodded.
"Do you want to?" I asked.
"Oh yes, of course I do. Oh, please ... "
"Next Sunday, about the same time?" I suggested.
"That would be lovely!" the girl cried.
"You promise not to tell anyone?" I said.
"I'm not that silly, you've been very kind to me, teaching me how to fuck."
"You'll have to find yourself a boyfriend. He's mine," Molly said, "but we'll come next Sunday for sure ... but after that."
"Oh thank you."
"I don't think we'd better keep you much longer, we don't want your folks coming looking for you. Give her another good fucking, then we must get on. She's got to walk home."
"What does she mean by that?" the girl asked.
"She means that too much fucking will make sore and it will hurt you to walk. People fuck in bed so they can rest afterwards. Have you far to go?"
"About half a mile."
"I'll give you a lift part of the way and drop you off near your home, but we mustn't be seen with you."
"That will be lovely. I do feel a bit tired and ached in my legs. Can I suck it stiff again?"
I moved up and there was no hesitation now. She took it in eagerly after I had skinned it and sucked it avidly.
"She's a nice girl," Molly remarked, "I wouldn't mind having her to live with us ... when we're married," she added.
I nodded.
"We might try to meet you later. We'll come next Sunday then perhaps not for a few weeks, then if the weather isn't too cold, we might come this way again to try to see you."
The girl nodded, her fingers gently playing with my balls.
"Perhaps when we're married, you might like to come to our house to visit us for a weekend. My name's Richard and she's Molly, she calls me Dick. What's your name?"
"It's Elizabeth really, but everybody calls me Betty. It's nice and stiff now ... oh, it's a beautiful prick and I'd love to come to stay with you."
"We'll arrange it somehow, darling," I said as I mounted her and pushed in. She sighed and clung to me, butted to meet my thrusts, "think you could think of a good excuse to spend a weekend away from home?"
"I'll think about it and let you know next Sunday. I want to, I like both of you. Are you going to have children when you're married?"
"Oh sure we are, that's what we want to get married for."
"Not too many, I hope," Molly laughed, "if you want more than four you'll have to get another woman. I think four is enough for me, you can make Betty help out if you want, she'll have nice big breasts when she's a bit older and country girls make good mothers."
"Don't go putting ideas into her head," I begged, "she's a bit too young yet to think of having children."
"I wouldn't mind a bit," Betty gasped, "if you could take me away from home to live with you, I would."
"There, you see," cried Molly triumphantly, "she's fallen in love with your prick-like me. But I think she ought to try a boy first, before she decides."
"That's a good idea, I think she should too. You know what to do now, Betty, it's easy, isn't it? Oh gosh, I could fuck you a dozen times if we had the time."
"Oh-could you really? Could you, if I spend a weekend with you?"
"Sure easy, perhaps more-you're a lovely girl."
She didn't reply. Her legs stiffened out and she moaned shaking with her come, her mouthing slack and wet and her eyes turned up. I quickly fucked myself to the finish and let her have it.
When we'd recovered a little we had some difficulty in getting Molly dressed because of the discomfort she felt in her cunt. But after a few minutes she recovered somewhat and climbed stiffly onto my pillion. I pedaled her to within fifty yards of the white washed cottage where she lived where we put her down and kissed her, renewing our promises to meet her the following week.
When we got home Molly asked me whether I was glad she had made me fuck the girl.
"Wouldn't have missed it for anything," I grinned.
"Then, in future, be guided by your loving wife. I enjoyed it too. We must do it often. Lots of adventures if we go looking for them. After all since I won't be able to let you have it very often for a while it's a terrible waste of spunk."
"You'll get me into trouble, you will," I grinned as we let ourselves into the house.
"I'm in enough trouble already," she giggled, "with a bellyful of your kid. I bet little Betty has wet panties for the next few days with all that spunk you gave her. You did a good job on her, not bad for a virgin, but Lord won't she be sore. Her cunt was all red and swollen and she lost a lot of blood ... very nice too," she rubbed her stomach and licked her lips, "that was what I wanted, Dick, some fresh blood!"
"I guessed that, darling, that's why I was a bit hard on her to begin with. Satisfied now for a while?"
"She had three deep wounds, ripped down into the flesh. I was tempted to bite her and tear off a piece of raw flesh, only fear of the consequences stopped me, so I sucked her blood out."
"If you like I'll bring you a steak home tomorrow and you can eat it raw," I suggested, feeling a bit alarmed at her gruesome demands.
"Oh, the urge has passed off now, Betty's blood satisfied me," she laughed.
"Well, that's a relief."
"If I want any more, we'll have to find another virgin," she mused.
"I hope you don't try taking a bite out of me during the night"
"I won't, it has to be girl's blood, cunt blood, but it's satisfied now."
CHATTIER THREE
It was a couple of months later and incidentally, I had been to see Betty twice since then, on my own. Molly was no longer interested in her and hadn't wanted to go along. Betty had been delighted both times and I was feeling a bit apprehensive. Betty had let drop that her last period was overdue and she kept feeling sick in the morning.
To go back. Molly said it was time we told her folks about the baby, our baby.
"Let's pop over this Saturday and tell mom," she suggested one evening after she'd turned off T.V. bored with the children's program. Fancy mom and dad being grandparents, seems only yesterday she was seeing I washed behind my ears. Pat will be glad to see you," she giggled, "she nearly got you away from me ... think I don't know, don't you? I was in love ... know something Dick? The saucy shit had a pair of my pants on that night you sat opposite her. She was actually trying to lure you with my underwear."
"Didn't think you'd noticed," I felt embarrassed.
"I loved you, silly and I was watching out for something like that and thinking dark thoughts. I'd have cut her tits off if you switched over, but luckily you didn't, so she's still in one piece."
"Very nice piece too," I murmured, "has she got a chap yet?"
"Not as far as I know, darling. Why? Still interested in her?"
"I don't know. I might be. Is the heat off? I love you but I'm missing it ... and I wouldn't mind a bit with Pat."
"Well ... I don't see why not, if you can manage to get round her, darling. I don't feel like it myself and I'm no dog in the manger where you're concerned."
"You've proved that already, sweetheart, with Betty and I think she's pregnant, too!"
"Well! That's nice ... I hoped it would happen and I'm glad. She's a nice healthy girl. Oh Dick, it excites me, you're so potent. Tell you what, let's see how many girls you can get into trouble up till my babies born. I shall need you myself after that and I do hate you having to frig off ... it's such a waste of spunk and I always feel sad when I wash it out of your hankies and pants. What do you say, Dick?"
"Christ! I'm all for it. I suppose you'll be in it, like with Betty?"
"Every time, you shy thing. I often wonder how you nerved yourself to get me and don't forget it was me who asked you to marry me. I had to, else you'd still be dithering around. I'll be your manager. I've got an instinct, I can sort of feel when another female is wanting it and it's safe to go ahead. I'm so pleased about my baby that I want to drag other into it. Good thing we haven't much money ... " she remarked.
"How do you mean?"
"Affiliation Orders, silly. If there are a lot ... well we just haven't the money to pay out, so they wouldn't get anywhere would they?"
"Oh, that's a dirty one," I grinned, "you mean the more there are the less chance we have of having to pay any of them?"
"Of course. We might get stuck with one, or even two, but not a dozen or more, there's safety in numbers, you know. Don't be scared, go in for it wholesale and you're safe."
"I feel bad about Betty ... " I murmured.
"She'll be alright. And anyway, I'd be glad to have her come here to live with us. But forget her for a bit. What about my sister? Would you like to get her pregnant?"
"Put me in bad with your folks, won't it?"
"I asked you if you wanted to?" she said patiently.
"Well-yes, of course, it seems to be getting into my blood."
"Nothing to be ashamed of, it's natural, you've got to have plenty of cunt and I feel I'm letting you down, so I want to help, that's what females are for. The young married ones are safest and its four days to Saturday. You must stop frigging yourself, I don't like it. Let's go to the pub and try to get a cunt for you ... you haven't had a good fuck for a fortnight since you went to see Betty. There's sure to be a few knocking about this early in the week and they only go to a pub on the off chance of being picked up. You men never seem to realize that females need it as much as you do. Take it from me-they do."
"Bit chilly out," I demurred.
"We can bring it back here," she replied.
"Bring what?"
"You are dense tonight, Dick. I mean the cunt, if we find one I like. We can bring her back here, you can't expect her to stand in a draughty corner in the back yard behind the pub, with the wind whistling between her legs while you shag her frozen meat! We'll bank the fire up and make it cozy."
"What a wife!" I marveled.
"It's my job to look after you ... you're a good husband to me and I love you. I've got to keep you healthy, in spite of yourself and I'm not having you lying in bed beside me frigging your spunk to waste, that's fait. So we'll go out and find you a nice cunt and bring her back here to fuck her, silly."
"I'm willing-honest," I said.
"Come on then," she rose and came to pull me to my feet, then she felt my chin and seemed satisfied. I grinned at her and bent to make up the fire before I had a wash. Presently we set out and met the drizzle and wind but we were dressed for it and soon reached the nearest pub ... the Wagon and Horses, where we usually went and we entered by the side door and went into the lounge which we found about half full. While I was at the bar getting our drinks Molly cast her eyes round and then moved to a table where a woman and a girl were sitting. We knew them slightly. I knew the woman was separated from her husband, the girl, who was about nineteen or twenty was her daughter. Their name was Melrose.
"You know my husband, Dick, don't you, Mrs. Melrose?" Molly said when I carried the drinks over, "Dick go and get two more gin and limes." I obediently went back to the bar.
I wondered uneasily how she was going to get them separated, or whether she intended both of them to come back with us. I stole a surreptitious look at the mother and felt a bit easier. The mother was an older version of the daughter and quite good looking. She's only had the one child too as far as I knew, so she probably wouldn't strip off too badly.
That would be an interesting combination, I thought, mother-daughter ... and the woman only looked about forty, both had black hair, the woman's was cut short, the daughter's was down below her shoulders. I carried the glasses over and Molly told me to get a couple of Cherry-B to take back with us.
I was beginning to wonder if I was going to get a sip down but I guessed the wife was busy spinning her web. Next time I got back she was talking about her condition and they were hanging on her words and hardly noticed me as I sat beside Molly. Then the girl looked up and smiled at me and I wondered what Molly had been saying.
The four of us occupied seats in a corner and presently I felt a foot groping under the table and looked up to see the girl gazing intently at me. It was her foot and I lightly gripped it between mine and wished I could feel her leg. Nobody seemed to be looking our way. I leaned back and stole a glance down at the girl's legs. She was wearing sheer black nylons and winkle pickers with stiletto heels and her legs, from knees to ankles were very shapely. I looked up to meet her smile then she got up and came to sit beside me.
"We're going back to your place," she said, leaning close and speaking in a low voice, "your wife has invited us. I've seen you in here a few times before but we haven't met I'm Pamela and your name is Dick, isn't it?" she smiled in a friendly fashion and pressed her soft hip against mine. She gave off a musky scent and sat leaning forward with her thick coat open, giving me a glimpse down the front of her black dress.
I admitted I was Dick and said I was very glad to meet her and hoped we could become friends.
"The things your wife has told us about you, you ought to feel ashamed," she giggled.
"Oh? What sort of things?" I asked.
She leaned closer and murmured in my attentive ear.
"Sexy," she moved back to see the effect of the word.
"We're married ... I'm not sure I like her talking to strangers about our love life ... I'll have her pants down when I get her alone and give her a good spanking-bare, see if I don't."
"Ooh! You mustn't do that when she's pregnant. She told us she's expecting ... besides, me and mom aren't really quite strangers, we live around here and we're seen you lots of time. You know my dad left mom?"
"Molly said something about it ... what was it, another woman?"
"Oh no, it was mom's fault, he found she'd been playing around with a neighbor who's on night-shift ... " she giggled.
"Were you in it, I bet you were," I grinned.
"Hush, someone will hear you ... I'll tell you later if you're that interested."
"I am ... you look as if ... hmmm ... what color are your pants?"
"Neutral," she giggled.
"Never heard of that color, is it grey?"
"No, silly, I haven't any on-I don't often wear any."
"On a windy night like this! Aren't you afraid of catching a cold in your twat?"
"Not me, I'm well protected up there ... haven't you noticed ... ?" she put a slim finger to her upper lip and I saw what she meant. The shadow under her nose wasn't a trick of lighting, as I'd thought, she had a moustache, fine and silky but unmistakably hairs. A glance at her mother showed from whom she had inherited it.
"You're a child of Nature, I see," I grinned, "now you've made me curious. Have you a boy friend?"
She shook her head, "Not a steady, I haven't met one I like-yet. I'm saving myself a bit longer, though I've had a few mild affaires, nothing serious, if you know what I mean."
"Are you still intact, then?" I looked the surprise I felt.
"Yes-you wouldn't think it, but I am. I'm keeping it till I find ... Oh Gosh, Dick, the chaps round here haven't much to show a girl, but from what your wife says ... is it true you have a size ten?"
"I haven't measured it lately, but Molly tells me its waist high, so I guess size ten is about right!"
"Mom says that's my size! My dad only had a size six, so she says and she should know! I've heard the black men measure up alright, but ... urgh ... I don't fancy them, they smell awful. But if you ... I might be willing to part with my pussy," she gave me a significant look.
"I love Molly," I said defensively.
"There'd be nothing like that-just a loan, you understand, we could be friends. There doesn't seem to be any stray men with what I want and mom says the first time is important."
"That's true, disappointment can do a lot of harm to a girl, it can spoil her and make her frigid. I wouldn't mind, if the wife O.K.'d it. I'm her husband and she's the one to get round."
"Oh, that's alright then, she and mom have been talking about it. Let's go ... you and me."
"Half a tick," I gave Molly a nudge and she looked round impatiently.
"What is it?" she asked.
Pamela leaned across and whispered: "Could your husband take me back now ... I don't want any more to drink and he wants to show me a few things he says might interest me."
"Alright, Dick. Get me and Mrs. Melrose another round of drinks and you'd better give me some money. We'll stay till closing time and come back together."
I went to the bar for two gin and limes, then handed Molly a pound note. While I was at the bar, Pamela rose and went out into the passage and a moment later I joined her and took her arm. The wind was behind us and seemed to be urging us on. Pam clung to my arm, laughing breathlessly as if excited.
"We can say what we like now," she giggled, "oh Dick, your wife thinks a lot of you ... as a lover. The things she told us about you! Mother was fascinated. They seem to get on alright together. My mom is sex mad and dad called her a dirty bitch."