Chapter 2
They lay for a moment, still in each other's arms.
Sir Paullis kissed away the tear that still rested on her cheek, "It hurt, didn't it?"
"Only a little, at first, then it got very nice."
"Where did you learn to fuck like that?"
"From you." He looked at her.
And they both laughed.
"I've never known anyone to be so wild their first time. I would have thought you would be scared."
"I couldn't be scared. I knew you would be good to me."
"Was I?"
"Oh yes, very good."
He kissed her again on the mouth, long and wet. He then got up and put on his clothes.
"Aren't you going to stay?" Stacy asked, a small tone of hurt in her little girl voice.
"No, I can't. I work in the evenings and I must get to it. You are going to be my next poem."
"Really," Stacy said. She liked the idea very much. "What will you say in a poem about me?"
"I will say you are a bud on a rose bush that bloomed for me tonight."
Stacy's heart started to pound and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes.
"That's beautiful," she said.
"You are beautiful. Now try to get some rest and we will make arrangements for your education tomorrow morning."
Stacy knew she would have a very hard time getting to sleep. She could still feel the warm glow in her cunt where Sir Paullis' cock had been just a few moments before. She put her hand down there and she could feel the blood from her pussy that had started to dry on her thigh.
"I will send in Marlene," Sir Paullis said. "And she will give you a special bath to clean off the blood."
And with that he was gone, out the door, shutting it behind him.
Stacy thought about it for a moment and realized she had never clearly seen his face. She wondered if he would always insist on fucking in the dark. Fucking. The word appealed to her. For so long it had been a mystery, and now it's magic had been revealed to her.
Seconds later there was a knock at the door. It was Marlene for her special bath. The maid was extra gentle with Stacy's private parts, knowing the trauma her cunt had just been put through.
"How was it?" the blonde asked with a sly smile on her face.
"It was wonderful. All I ever dreamed and more."
"Did the master mention me?"
"Yes, he said to tell him if you ever tried anything funny."
"Did you tell him?"
"No, I can keep a secret."
"Good. As I said before, you are to be his and his alone. If he catches you cheating he can be quite severe, even if it's with a woman."
Stacy tried to imagine Sir Paullis being severe and she couldn't do it. She could only imagine him being kind and nice. He was her lover now and she could not think of him in a bad light.
"Will he visit me every night?"
Marlene smiled.
"At first," the maid said. "You are his newest toy and he will want to play with you often. But be aware that sometimes he works for days at a time on a single poem, and during those times he does not think about sex. But don't worry. You will have me."
Marlene kissed Stacy on the lips. Stacy returned the kiss.
"Why does Sir Paullis insist on everyone in the house being so clean?" Stacy asked putting her hand on Marlene's breast.
"I don't know. Maybe you should ask him. He's more apt to tell you than he is to tell me. I'm only the help around here."
"You are wonderful. The first chance I get I am going to ask him to give you a raise."
"No, don't do that. It will make him suspicious. He will think I asked you to say it, or he will suspect I am your lover. The less said about me the better."
"Okay," Stacy said. Marlene tucked her into bed, kissed her lightly, shut out the lights and left.
Stacy lay awake staring at the ceiling. So much had happened in such a short time. Only a few days ago she had felt miserable and lonely, thinking her life was going to be a series of awful rejections. But now everything was perfect. Soon she would be going out in public with Sir Paullis and her picture would be in all of the newspapers walking on his arm. And they would fuck every night and she would soon become the greatest lover he had ever known.
Thinking of his cock inside her she fell asleep and had dreams of marrying Sir Paullis and becoming the new Lady Cocker ham.
The next morning over breakfast Sir Paullis had an exciting announcement for Stacy.
"My new book of literary criticisms is coming out next week and a group of New York poets are throwing me a party in the city. Would you like to be my date?"
Stacy couldn't speak. All she could do was nod up and down rapidly like a small child.
It was a sign that he was proud of her, that he wanted to be seen in public with her.
In the daylight, Sir Paullis was everything Stacy remembered him to be. His brown hair was wavey and graying a little at the temples. His eyes were deep set and intense and his firm broad jaw looked as if it had been chisled out of rock.
Stacy had worn the white dress she showed up in to breakfast. The contrast between the dress and her dark hair and features was striking.
"There are many things you will have to learn if you are going to step out with me into society," Sir Paullis said, munching on a piece of crisp bacon and looking up from his morning newspaper. "Marlene will help you of course. You will learn how to wear make-up so you look like a cover girl on a glamour magazine. You will get to select a wardrobe of the latest styles from Paris and you will learn to walk like a lady."
Stacy felt a little hurt. She was wondering what was wrong with the way she walked now.
Sir Paullis could read her mind.
"It's not that you walk funny, or anything," he reassured her. "It's just that you have the bouncy walk of a child. You will learn to take the long confident strides of a society woman. I have already received a couple of phone calls from the media to verify that I am now your legal guardian. You probably didn't read it because you were so upset, been some of the poorer newspapers in the city have been following your story since your parents had their accident."
Stacy blushed. She had no idea that a fuss had been made over her. She was a little frightened at getting so much publicity. She would not be able to walk down the street without people recognizing her. But the idea appealed to her also. She had always felt that she was special, so why shouldn't the rest of the world grovel at her feet. She was being silly. She frowned and dipped the corner of a slice of toast in the yolk of her fried egg.
Sir Paullis looked at her sternly and she realized that she would have to work on her eating habits also.
That afternoon Marlene and Stacy went into New York City by limo and visited the classiest clothes shop, picking out her new wardrobe. Marlene was instructed by Sir Paullis to choose only gowns that showed off Stacy's firm tits and long legs.
A couple of times while shopping, sneaky fast men snuck up to her and flashed photos. Then they ran off before she could complain. She was starting to get a sense of the changes that were occuring in her life. Though Sir Paullis did not read the kind of papers that printed such photos, Stacy knew that many regular people did, and from that point on, her moments of privacy would be hard to come by.
by the end of the week, people were stopping Stacy on the street and asking for her autograph. She saw herself on TV. The media was playing her up as the poor little orphaned rich girl who had found her Prince Charming in an older man.
Still, it made her feel special, and for the most part, reporters had not bothered her. A photograph of Stacy Turner was worth a lot more than a quote.
Sir Paullis' publishing company had rented out an entire floor of suites plus the main ballroom for the celebration for his new book.
When Stacy and Sir Paullis arrived in their long black limo they say a crowd of people gathered outside the plush hotel waiting for the celebrities to show up. Stacy was blinded for a moment by what seemed like thousands of flashbulbs going off at once.
"There they are!" someone shouted.
"It's Cockerham and the chick!"
A couple of police officers escorted the couple inside the hotel. It seemed very peaceful inside.
Paullis and Stacy held hands.
"There a couple of things I have to tell you, Stacy love," Paullis said. He had a somber tone to his voice that made Stacy feel as if he was about to say something important.
"What is it?" Stacy asked looking up at his handsome face with a willing look. She would do anything he asked.
"It is customary, in my literary circle, for us older writers to be seen with young girls. You will notice many like you at the party tonight. I want you to know that this has nothing to do with the love we share at home. But these parties often get very wild. Everyone has been known to take off all their clothes and get in a big pile in the middle of the room."
"You mean like an orgy?" Stacy said with a small frown. She wasn't sure if she liked the idea.
"Exactly," Sir Paullis said. "But don't worry. I will keep an eye out for you no matter who you are with and I will see to it that you are not abused in any way."
"Do you mean I might have to fuck someone else?"
"It is very likely. You may have to even watch me fuck someone else."
Stacy was getting upset. She thought she was the only one in Sir Paullis' life. She wondered how much else there was about him that she didn't know. '
"Are there other girls like me in your life?" Stacy asked. She didn't want to upset him but she had to know.
"As you know you are my only girl in America."
"What about in Europe?"
"I have a lovely pair of identical twins who live in my London home," Sir Paullis said.
"You mean I'm just another one of your girls?" Stacy was in tears now.
"Hardly," Sir Paullis said. "You are very, very special to me. I just want you to know you are not alone."
Stacy was becoming angry.
She could have had a temper tantrum right then and there, but she knew that would have humiliated Sir Paullis and he would have sent her straight back to her Uncle Frank who would breathe whiskey breath all over her while trying to get Ms grubby hands in her pants. Besides, if she had run out of the hotel in tears there would be a thousand pictures taken and everyone would know that the couple had had a fight.
She knew what she would do.
She would fuck everything in sight. If he wanted to share her, he would have to share all of her. She would fuck anyone who even looked at her and she would be so good that everyone would comment on what a great piece of ass Sir Paullis had at home.
Paullis would be proud of his reputation as a lover and Stacy would get her rocks off as frequently as possible.
Stacy smiled.
"Is everything okay?" Paullis asked calmly.
He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes. He didn't want to upset her, he just wanted her to know the reality of the situation.
"Yes, everything is okay," Stacy said. She was still bitter. She knew the chances were slim she would ever marry Paullis, so she might as well enjoy the benefits of his sex-happy crowd.
"You had better go to the ladies room and clean up," Paullis suggested. "I'll wait for you here in the lobby. We want to make our entrance together of course."
"Of course," Stacy said and went to the powder room to fix herself up.
When she came out she was as fresh and radiant as a starlet.
When they walked into the party a lot of people shook Paullis' hand and commented on how pretty his "new girl" was.
Stacy remembered her lessons well. She walked with long confident strides, conscious of her posture.
She kept her chin up and kept telling herself how proud she was to be with the guest of honor.
The booze began to flow and the party got louder. A rock band began to play and Paullis and Stacy danced. Rock dancing did not suit the aging poet and he seemed awkward.
Stacy noticed that there were a lot of girls her age there. She began to feel like a cliche.
Just as Paullis had said, everyone got tipsy and started to take off their clothes. If there had been a fountain there everyone would have gone swimming in it. Not wanting to be left behind, Paullis and Stacy got nude and began to make out in the middle of the dance floor.
The nature of these parties had long been rumored, but no press photographer had ever been able to sneak in to verify them.
Looking up, Stacy could see that there were already two people, an older man with a teenage girl, fucking up on the stage.
Everyone cheered and the band just played around them. The man was on the bottom and the girl had mounted him from the top. They were fucking wildly. Soon, another man got up on the stage and began to fuck the girl in the ass, then a third man came up and she gave him a blow job while getting fucked in both of her holes at the same time.
That looked like a lot of fun and Stacy wanted to try it.
"Everyone come fuck me!" she screamed and three thick cocked men came running to her side.
Paullis was amazed at how quickly her attitude towards group sex had changed. He winked his approval and stepped aside so the three men could go at Stacy. They were all younger SoHo loft poets who ass-fucked the bigwigs to get in good in the right circles.
"I call the cunt!" a handsome blonde man said. He lay down on his back in the middle of the dance floor.
"I'm Stacy," the hot-breasted nymph said, straddling his hips.
"I'm Gregg," he said. He had a wild look in his eyes and Stacy wondered if he had been doing cocaine.
A shorter man with a little paunch claimed Stacy's rear hole and introduced himself as Doug.
"I believe in telling a girl my name before fucking her in the ass," he said and everyone who could hear laughed.
Paullis had not gotten around to training Stacy in the art of oral and anal sex. She wasn't sure what a man's cock would feel like in her ass and her mouth.
Well, she said to herself, there's only one way to find out.
The third man, who was to put his cock in Stacy's mouth, introduced himself as Scott. He had obviously spent a lot of time in the sun. His skin was a dark brown yet his hair was very light. He had the biggest cock of all.
"One at a time," Scott said. "So we can all get in." His cock stood at attention. He was on his knees so. his hard-on pointed right at Stacy's mouth.
Stacy held Gregg's cock in her hand and placed it between the lips of her drooling cunt. It slid in easily. Her vagina had expanded in the past week with Paullis' training and now could hold comfortably all anyone could give it. It was a very talented cunt, as Stacy was about to find out. It could hold a small penis firmly, but could stretch to fit the largest stud.
Gregg and Stacy held still with his cock all the way in her so Doug could get his cock in her ass. Stacy feared she was too small there and that he wouldn't fit. She felt the stiff rod jam between the cheeks of her ass, missing the mark. She tried to relax her asshole so it would slide past it and into her bowels, but the puckered little hole slammed as tight as a door.
It took all of Doug's strength to get the head of his cock into her asshole.
The penetration there hurt very much. Doug was not the skilled lover Paullis was. She wished her own lover could have been the first to fuck her in the ass so she could have known what to expect.
Doug mistook Stacy's scream of pain for one of pleasure and jammed it in harder so his thick prick was a full six inches up her rear hole.
Stacy felt completely full. She could feel both cocks up inside her rubbing together. Both men began to move in and out of her slowly .The pain in her asshole was starting to ease as she relaxed, and for a moment she almost forgot about Scott, whose stiff rod was still pointing at her mouth. She let her jaw drop. She had to open her mouth as far as it would go for Scott's cock to get past her lips.
Scott was not the gentle type either. He crammed his whole prick into her mouth and into her throat, gagging her.
Stacy soon realized that she would have to breathe through her nose and try not to think about gagging.
That made it better.
Then the pleasure began to set in. She was being used sexually by three different men in all three of her holes. Though she couldn't see him she imagined Sir Paullis watching her. Was he excited by seeing her get fucked by three men at the same time? Was he upset by how much she seemed to be enjoying it? The thought of being watched by the love of her life set off her first of many orgasms. The three men had gotten in sync so they were all thrusting into her at the same time. First there was a total void, then that void was filled from three directions at the same time.
Stacy's asshole had relaxed a lot, and Doug could now slide easily in and out of her anus.
Stacy could never have imagined the pleasure that anal sex would give her. When the cock got all the way up in her from the rear, it triggered a response that sent waves of joy all the way to her fingertips.
Doug came first, spewing his hot sticky semen into her bowels.
Then she could feel Gregg beneath her start to groan loudly. He was fucking furiously at her twat now, and Stacy timed her hundredth orgasm so she could mix another squirt of her cunt ooze with his white love jelly.
Both Doug and Gregg lost their hard-ons and slipped out of her so she could concentrate on blowing Scott. She worked her lips over the thick shaft and rolled her tongue over the bulging head as he continued to ram away at her throat. Holding herself up with one hand, she cupped the other under his dangling balls and gave them a little squeeze. This triggered his orgasm almost immediately.
Stacy had wondered what a man's semen tasted like. She figured it would taste bad and make her choke.
She was pleasantly surprised.
It tasted like the finest caviar, fresh from the sea.
She swallowed every drop. After Scott pulled his cock out of her mouth, a little ball of come formed at the hole in the tip of his cock.
With one great lap of her tongue, Stacy licked him clean.
Stacy was surrounded by three men, all groaning in contentment. The three men then held her down and began to kiss her all over her body. They kept hitting places that tickled and Stacy began to giggle uncontrollably.
"Stop it!" she tried to say but she was laughing too much.
They could tell she loved it and kept kissing her as rapidly as they could. One kissed her tits, another kissed her thighs, while the third kissed her face and neck. By the time she could tell who was who they had switched places. After a few minute she no longer cared who was who. They were merely male bodies, there to give her pleasure.
She could feel her clit become erect again.
The three men alternated holes so that within an hour they had each come once in each of her holes.
Stacy was completely spent. She couldn't have come again if Paullis himself had fucked her.
"We're going to have to do that again real soon," Stacy said in her sweetest and most innocent voice.
They all looked at her and agreed.
But now, Stacy knew, it was time to return to Sir Paullis, because her place was at his side.
She looked around and she did not see him. She began to panic. There were people fucking all over the place. On the stage, where the band still played, on the tops of tables, on the floor, everywhere!
But Stacy could not see Sir Paullis.
He was gone!