Chapter 6
Molly went into the kitchen to put on the kettle for supper, while I got Pam to suck my penis clean. Nan paused in doing her brassiere up to watch and she remarked.
"It looks as if you've got her well trained."
"She's learning fast," I agreed, stroking Pam's hair.
"You'll be getting her quite attached to you," Nan mused. "I don't mind, she could do a lot worse. Oh, I know what you're going to say ... you can only be friends and she mustn't expect anything else ... I agree. But it will be good for her to have a man friend like you. Might stop her going with those pimply faced boys. It's time she started living for something worthwhile."
"I can spare a lot of time for Pam," I murmured.
"Dick ... it won't get stiff ... " Pam complained.
"It wants a rest, darling, that will do for now. Supper will be ready in a minute. Has the bleeding stopped?"
"Oh yes, Molly sucked it all out ... does she suck you?"
"Of course I do," Molly said from the door, "he made me learn to do that on our honeymoon," she carried the tray in and laid the table. Presently we were seated and Pam asked.
"Tell me about your honeymoon, Molly. Were you a virgin?"
"No. I was when I met Dick. We met out on the road, both of us were riding alone and we became friends then he took me into a wood and deflowered me. But it was alright, he loved me and wanted to marry me. And after we'd been in that wood a couple of hours I loved him too. He came home with me to meet the family and my sister Pat tried to steal him away from me."
"Did he fuck her?" Pam asked.
"No, he couldn't get her alone, else I bet he would."
"Would you have minded?"
"I would then, I wouldn't now. I'm his wife and we love each other. We had a lovely honeymoon, we went on a cycling and camping tour and for two weeks our little tent was our home and I learned how to be a wife and he taught me my place."
"Didn't you try to be the boss?"
"He never gave me the chance to get the upper hand. He fucked all that out of me and left me too weak to argue and believe me, I couldn't forget it. After a night of love we packed up and rode on ... and you know what part of you rests on the saddle ... try riding fifty miles with your sore cunt mashed on a hard saddle. And I was full of spunk. Some escaped and soaked through my panties and shorts and chaffed me raw. He ... made me keep riding till I was about ready to fall off, then we'd camp again and there'd be another night together, mostly with him on top of me, fucking his big hairy prick in my poor sore cunt. And what with his prick and the saddle there wasn't much fight left in me by the time we got home. I hardly knew myself, I was that quiet and meek and adoring. I didn't know myself, because by then I wasn't me any more ... I was his wife and knew my place."
"Where's that?" Pam asked.
"As his cunt ... the slave to his prick, of course. We suit each other in other ways too. We talk about the same things and have the same interests, but I'm his cunt."
"I think I can understand that ... now," Pam sighed, "it's funny ... "
"What is, Pam?" Molly asked kindly.
"I was thinking about when I was a schoolgirl," Pam giggled, "I used to dream of a beautiful romance, all moonlight and kisses and ardent glances. But all the boys I dated with thought that kissing was for sissies and only wanted to get my panties down. It used to make me feel sick. I wanted a decent minded boy and once I found one ... but I felt disappointed he was so innocent and I missed having to fight for my honor."
"Oh, I suppose we all think like that-to begin with, Pam," Molly smiled, "but we soon get that nonsense knocked out of us. Romance is strictly for the story books, I'm afraid, decent men are always so deadly dull. They're decent because they're weak, though I wouldn't know. Dick was my first and he couldn't have been nicer to me. But all he wanted was to get me alone, but by the time we reached that little wood I was ready for it, I suppose. When I was a lone rider my saddle used to make me mildly randy, but riding alongside Dick and seeing his strong, hairy legs pushing the pedals around so effortlessly got me all hot and bothered. I suppose he could see how I was feeling and knew the state I was in."
"What did he do?" Pam asked eagerly.
"Well, after we found the little clearing he took complete charge of me. He was gentle and tender and I soon found myself lying down with him in the long grass and he started kissing me, he kissed me till my head was in a whirl. I felt dazed and dizzy and I was panting. While I was like that he unbuttoned my shorts and got his hand inside, under my shorts. I had on my panties and he rubbed me through them and made me terribly excited so that I didn't care what he did to me and the next I knew he had my shorts and panties off and his shorts and pants down. Then he rolled on top of me and the next few minutes were a violent turmoil of pain and I screamed and tried to fight him off. But by then he was well in and I hadn't a chance. I was half suffocated and crushed under his weight and I was getting a terrible stretching that made me sick. I don't really remember much ... except the pain, then gradually it became beautiful. He pulled out the first time and did it over my belly, then it was back in again and I was bathed in bliss. I think he fucked me five or six times in the two hours we were there. At the end of that time I was smothered in blood and spunk. He found a stream and carried me there and washed off the mess. After that he courted me and each time he took me out he extracted tribute. He was generous and didn't spare expense in giving me a good time, but I had to pay for each outing before he took me home. By then I was hopelessly in love with him. I'd have felt disappointed and wondered if anything was wrong between us if he hadn't rounded off the evening with a good fuck. I came to look forward to it. Then we got married and I realized what we'd done before was only a taste ... I'd done well at school and I was working as a private secretary and Dick had agreed that I keep my job till I became pregnant. I'm only saying this to show I was bright and intelligent before I got married, but within a few weeks of the honeymoon I had to give in my notice ... I couldn't concentrate, I felt stupid, like a half-wit. Dick was fucking me silly."
"I can well believe it ... it numbs the mind," Nan agreed, "a good husband can undo years of good schooling in no time, but it takes a pretty randy man to do it."
"I know what you mean!" Pam cried, "my mind went numb when he made me come."
"Yes, that's what does it ... the come ... and when you have it up to a dozen times a day, every day except during your period and mine was a welcome relief, I was able to have a few days rest every month ... " Molly sighed, "but I always looked forward to being well again. Women are funny creatures like that. His fucking softened my brain, but sharpened my instincts. Well, I became a wife instead of a person and that's why I said I'm his cunt. He made me merge into him and I think education for girls is a waste of time and money. Girls should be taught wifery, housekeeping and child rearing and if they were there wouldn't be so many divorces."
"Well, I don't agree that far. Learning to count and read and write is essential if you aren't to be twisted at every turn, but the rest is useless. I don't care a hang what Cromwell did in ten sixty-six ... "
"That was the Battle of Hastings, mom!" Pam squealed.
"Fancy that, now!" Nan tittered, "I'm all mixed up, it looks like Dick's gone and stupefied me, a few more fucks like that and I shall have to start counting on my fingers."
"But it does bear out what I said," Molly insisted, "I've met women I used to know at school and been shocked at the change in them. Marriage knocks all the cleverness out of their heads and you can tell at a glance the women that have a good husband. They go about looking dazed, their eyes vacant and empty, unless you meet them out with their husbands, then they hang on his every word, swooning with adoration. And I knew them as clever girls! But I suppose I'm no better myself, my whole life is wrapped up in that randy man of mine and all that's really happened to me is that my mind has slipped down into my belly and I think through my cunt."
"I'm satisfied," I grinned. Molly smiled back tenderly.
"It's true, Dick, you gave me your name and I'm Mrs. Dick Morris, your female half and my little world revolves around you and for you I left my family nest to make my nest with you. And when you married me you took all of me and you know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you?"
"You've amply proved that lately, darling," I said.
"And I'll go on proving it, you can't say I'm a selfish wife, can you?"
"No, anything but that." I turned to Nan, "it was Molly who persuaded me to go out with her tonight to pick up a bit of cunt. She hasn't been feeling like it lately and she discovered I'd been tossing off. So she insisted she helped me find a cunt. We were lucky, but it was Molly who spotted you two as likely victims and she proved right, didn't she?"
"I suppose I should feel offended," Nan tittered, "but it's true because here we are. Only you landed the pair of us, a pair of cunts! Can't say I'm sorry, wouldn't have missed it for anything-would you, Pam?"
"No, I'm glad, mom and I don't mind a bit being called a cunt, though I never thought I'd feel proud of mine. But Dick's showed me how important it is-to me, I mean. I feel a bit shattered, my head's still singing and dizzy."
"Our sex life is a serious thing, Pam," Molly said, "it becomes our whole life once it begins. We find ourselves living for it. Here's me, housebound, expecting Dick's baby, yet I'm only part of his life. He has his work and outside interests, he has other girls and women because he's a virile man. He's my job now and he comes first with me."
"That's right, because you've got yourself a good husband," Nan said, "mine was a washout and I'm well rid of him. But I overboard for him. So I guess Dick will want her regular-like, so I'd like it fine if she can pop around by arrangement. And I won't mind if he keeps her overnight ... but not tonight. She'll need a few days rest for the wounds to heal after he's finished with her. What I'm trying to say is-it's alright with me for her to come here any time he wants her."
"Is that alright with you, Pam?" I asked.
"Oh yes, Dick ... besides," she giggled, "a girl should always do as her mom says, but she won't have to do any arm-twisting. I'm willing to be the victim of your lust, any time you want me."
"I never thought I should procure my own daughter for immoral purposes," Nan laughed, "but that's what it boils down to. I'm aiding and abetting your adultery. What next, I wonder?"
"You could keep a lookout for other likely girls, Nan," Molly said, "he likes them young, nice juicy schoolgirls ... "
"Well, I can do that," Nan agreed, "that is, if you're serious?"
"I'd appreciate it, Nan," I said.
"How young, Dick?" she asked.
"From twelve upwards. They seem to be ready for it a lot earlier than they used to and some have their puberty at eleven, you know that?"
"Yes, I know. I'll see what I can do," Nan promised.
"Mom ... I'm feeling tired," Pam yawned, "its nearly twelve."
"Do you want another fuck with her before we go, Dick?"
"I'd like to, but ... "
"Dick, why don't you walk back with them and fuck Pam to sleep ... she won't feel like walking home afterwards."
"What do you say, Pam?" I asked.
"Oh! I'd love that-in my own bed!"
"Nan ... ?"
"Why, of course, it's very thoughtful of you and we'll be glad to have Dick with us at this time of night."
We all got up, Nan and Pam and myself got dressed and Molly came with us to the door, then fetched my raincoat. It was raining, but not too badly and the wind had dropped a bit. With one on each arm we walked briskly through the wet streets and ten minutes later Nan let us into her house.
"You two go up," she said after we had shed our coats and hung them up in the hall.
"Yes, come on, Dick," Pam said and let the way up to her bedroom which was much as I had expected, frilly and feminine and smelling of its female occupant. I closed the door and we stood for a moment regarding each other. Then she heaved a deep sigh.
"Dick, do you think I shall bleed again?" she asked as she unfastened her dress.
"You might. Got a towel or something to lie on, save the bedclothes."
"In that drawer Dick, pick an old one," she stepped out of her dress and drew up her slip, "are you ... ready?" she asked.
"Not quite-you'll have to suck it stiff. This do?"
"Yes. Get your clothes off ... like my room?"
"It's nice, like you," I said. She took the towel, folded it, opened the bedclothes and placed it in the middle of the mattress then sat to get her stockings and harness off, watching me as I rapidly stripped.
"You're a lovely man, Dick, all hairy and strong," she was naked now. I dropped my pants and stepped out of them, she leaned forward, mouth open and I pushed in my soft penis, skinning it back first and she began sucking it, now taking it as a matter of course. It's surprising how quickly a girl can pick things up, a few hours ago the very idea would have roused nothing but disgust but now it seemed natural.
"There ... " she said after a few minutes, drawing her mouth off and regarding my glowing erection with pride, "Oh Dick it's wonderful. I still feel surprised that I can take all that. Let's get it in ... "
She opened the bedclothes and swung her legs in, then held them open for me to get in with her, drawing up her legs and opening out her knees as I climbed on top of her. She pulled the bedclothes and we settled snugly, kissed for a while and stroked each other. I put my hand down and guided my penis into her and pushed in gently. She gasped:
"Oh Dick ... ouch! It's sore ... oh Dick ... push ... go on ... oh!"
She writhed and gasped as I gently fucked it in, then her juices came and she relaxed and put her arms round me and pressed me. I kept it gentle for a while, long, slow thrusts in deep and I could feel her bleeding again. The wounds had opened but since she didn't protest I took no notice. It wouldn't hurt hereto lose a bit more and she wouldn't be available for a few days after tonight.
"Oooh Dick," she murmured lovingly, "I adore you-how you fuck me, it's dreamy."
"When you come to stay the night with me we'll see how long we can make a fuck last, darling."
"You do like me, don't you?" she asked softly.
"Next to my wife-I love you. You'll make a nice mistress."
"Oh yes, that's what they call it, isn't it? I like that ... your mistress ... so much has happened to me tonight, I've had a lovely time and I feel I'm really living now."
"This is life, sweetheart, it's your love-life and you're a woman now. Not sorry-about your virginity, are you?"
"Me? No, of course not. I'm glad it's gone, else I wouldn't be lying here with your prick up me to my waist, feeling as if I'm in heaven. I've gone all dizzy again, Dick and feel as if I'm floating."
She didn't speak again. Presently she moaned and I felt her cringe, so I fucked her hard and fast and fetched it up. I gave it to her and felt peace steal over me. Gently I pulled out and rolled off her. Her moans subsided. I softly climbed out of her bed. Her eyes were closed and she looked as if she was asleep. I turned the bedclothes down and pulled the blood soaked towel from under her and made her a nappy, which I tied on. I bent to kiss her slack lips and covered her up. Then I dressed and softly left the room, switching off the light and closing the door.
Nan heard me and came out to meet me at the bottom of the stairs.
"Alright?" she asked.
"Yes, fine. She's fast asleep. Thank you for everything." I gave her a kiss and she helped me into my coat and let me out.
Molly had gone to bed and I was glad to crawl in beside her and I remembered nothing more till next morning.