Chapter 5

IT WAS ABOUT TWO WEEKS LATER WHEN John met June again, this time without either Connie or Clem being there. Clem had given him the check and made it clear that he wanted every moment of her free time without either of then being there to disturb him. John had given in his notice and it was on a Saturday morning when he was having a late breakfast that June telephoned and asked him to come over.

"Clem's taken her to Paris for a week so I'll be alone. You must have taught her some surprising things to get him into a state like this," she said.

"The flower was growing already; it only needed watering regularly," he replied, lighting a cigarette.

"Some flower, John. Do come over tonight; the marks have gone now."

"You want me to replace them?"

"Now I do. I was in agony after you and Connie left, but in retrospect, I think, it was the most exciting thing that's happened to me for years."

Arranging to drive over in the evening, he put the phone down conscious of the excitement she had caused and looking forward to his visit. He wanted some time alone with her-to explore this new body, to lose himself in her. Picking up the paper, his eye caught a photograph in the gossip column. It was of Clem and Connie boarding the plane to Paris, and was headed, "Mr. Grinton and friend," the story beneath it reading: "Mr. Grintcn and Miss Constance Spell are flying to Paris today to stay with friends. Mr. Grinton is well known for his exceptionally large collection of rare woodcuts."

He looked at the photograph closely. Connie was wearing the new fur coat that he had bought for her and looked more beautiful than ever. Oddly enough she didn't stir him; didn't make him feel any more interested in her now than he'd been at Hoolton.

Putting it down he tried to think. It seemed obvious that Clem wanted her as much, if not more than ever and that he had lost all interest in June. If he played his cards carefully he might be able to make the situation a profitable one, to say the least. So far Clem had given him a check for three thousand pounds and bought the mink for Connie that nearly as much. He'd told Connie to be not too co-operative with him-just enough to keep him interested. She had caught on quickly and had persuaded him to take her to Paris so that he could have a free hand with June.

This is some girl, he thought admiringly-the perfect combination of beauty and brains. He would have to play straight with her.

The day passed pleasantly enough and he enjoyed the lazy evening drive in the new car. It went well and he concentrated on running it in carefully and not pushing it too hard whenever a straight piece of road came into view.

June, wearing a plain black dress of black satin, was pleased to see him and busied herself making drinks for them while they talked.

"This is my own invention," she smiled as she carried the large glass over to him. "Guava and grape juice, martini and a large measure of gin."

He sipped at it. It was good, smooth as silk. Watching her as she raised her glass, he couldn't help noticing the difference between her and Connie. She was more sophisticated than Connie and had the good taste that she lacked. He felt more protective to her-more of a man to her than with Connie.

"You hurt me, you know," she said gravely.

"I know." He accepted the cigarette she offered him and lit it. "You wanted it tough."

"I did, John." Her voice rose slightly and her hand trembled. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Every time I go to bed my thoughts return to it. I he there quietly at first trying not to, until I reach the point when I can hardly control myself."

"And what do you do then?"

"I masturbate," she replied simply. "Two, three, four times ... until I feel relieved." "That helps?"

"Not much, but it does a little." She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. "I've always done it, ever since I was a kid, but never so much and so often. When I sit down and feel the pain I have to do it. The pain's like an alarm bell."

"Why doesn't Clem do it for you?"

"I told you-it doesn't interest him. His sole pleasure is performing sexually with me. I like that but sometimes I want something different. I imagine so many things, but somehow I never have the courage to try them out with him. I could with you." She rattled the ice in her glass noisily to hide her trembling hands.

Trying to resist the temptation to throw his arms around her, he waited for a moment before replying: "What would you like to try?"

"All sorts of things," she replied vaguely. "I'd like to be tied up and gagged while I watch a film. Tied up, so that I can't move or say anything. Made to wear rubber clothes ... made to lie in my own piss on a black rubber sheet."

The word rubber began to take on an almost magical significance for she rolled the word, her eyes lighting up at the sound. Her crossed leg began to swing gently and her breathing became quicker as she warmed to the subject.

"Yes, and I'd like to be forced to play with myself; to toss myself off while somebody watched me."

"Go on then," he said sharply.

"I don't understand," She looked puzzled.

"I'm telling you to masturbate now. Kneel on the chair and sit back on your heels with your legs apart.

She looked frightened for a moment and then she complied, pulling the tight satin dress up to her hips and stepping out of the black panties she was wearing. Hesitantly, she touched the bushy slit, a mute appeal in her eyes.

"How do you want me to do it?" she asked seriously.

"Exactly as you always do it. Exactly," he said menacingly. "And I want you to tell he exactly what you feel."

Leaning back in his chair he watched detachedly as she separated the swelling lips. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. An anguished expression was on her face. Two hands stretched the lips further apart exposing the glistening inner lips and clitoris. Hardly daring to believe his eyes, he leant forward excitedly, amazed at the sheer size of the erecting clitoris. It was enormous, larger and longer even than Connie's.

"It's not properly hard yet," she said nervously, looking down at it. "It gets bigger than that."

"How often have you masturbated to get it as large as that?"

"I told you, ever since I was a kid," she shivered and leaned back against the soft chair. "My nurse used to do it before I went to sleep-I'd be about eight then. It's hard now ... yes ... " her finger began moving slowly " ... it's harder now. She taught me to do it, and when she was thrown out by mother for 'corrupting me' she said I taught it to all the other little girls." She laughed harshly. "I was a vicious little girl then. The trouble was even after the nurse went I couldn't stop. My father used to beat me-quite often." She smiled faintly at the memory. "In desperation I was packed off to a boarding school where there was an even more corrupt headmistress. I'd be fourteen then ... yes ... on my fourteenth birthday, when she called me into her study."

Stretching her thighs further apart so that her vulva became even more exposed, she looked down at her slowly moving fingers. The angry looking clitoris was fully erect now, shining with mucous and twitching as her fingers moved against either side of it. The hair surrounding it was cut short, so as not to interfere with the constant stimulation that she was obviously in the habit of giving it. Lighting another cigarette and affecting a nonchalance that he didn't feel, he waited for her to continue.

"She seduced me quicker than anyone ever did-or has done since. I was waiting for her to say something when she suddenly put her hands up my skirt and started touching me up. I was so surprised that I didn't stop her, and she had her hand inside my knickers before I recovered. Christ! was she hairy! She was so hirsute it was unbelievable ... even her thighs. She made me suck her off after I had come ... pressed my face into that hairy mass. I didn't enjoy it very much," she added drily, "but at least it gave me free licence to continue my affairs with the other girls. Does it look very open to you? Ah, that's nice ... it's throbbing." She caught her breath as her fingers moved rapidly either side of it and then just as quickly slowed down. "I like holding it off ... bringing myself to the point where even a warm breath would make me come; it makes it so much better when I really do. Do you remember me telling you about the girl who had breasts nearly as big as mine? No; I know you do. She was my particular masturbating partner, there were others, of course, but she was my favorite. She used to tie me up, tie my breasts up, wind pieces of rope around them until they stood out like a couple of misshapen balloons. She made me leave them on for class one day, under my blouse, of course. Everybody knew I had big breasts, but couldn't believe they were that big. Cheryl, the other girl, sat next to me and tossed herself off while she asked me whether they hurt! Something else that she did was to tie a piece of rope around my waist and then from that another piece, which she pulled as tightly as she could, between my legs. That really was painful, except when I walked. It used to work its way between the lips and irritate my clitoris so much that I'd come. Yes, when I think back Cheryl was a bit strange. Sometimes she'd tie me up altogether-ankles, breasts, hands and the one between my legs and leave me in the little dormitory. I couldn't shout for anybody because she had gagged me, and in any case, most of the time I loved it. You're not getting bored, are you?"

"Of course not. More interested," he replied quickly. "What does your cunt feel like now?"

"Hot!" she shivered, and moved her hips a little. "Hot like fire! It's so wet, and it feels so big ... couldn't you suck it a little? Please!"

"No." He shook his head and settled himself more comfortably. It would spoil the whole thing if he did. "Do you have a vibrator?" he said as an afterthought.

"Do I? Would you mind?" She looked at him anxiously. "I only want to do what you want me to do."

"I want." He stood up and pushed his rigid penis into a more comfortable position. "Where is it?"

"In the cupboard behind you there." She pointed quickly, the fingers of her other hand still slowly moving in her cunt. "That's another thing he doesn't let me use. I have to do it when he's away."

Finding it, he plugged it into the socket next to the chair and handed it to her. Her hands trembled and her face creased anxiously as she switched it on. It seemed to him that Clem didn't do anything for her pleasure, only for his own. The machine hummed and she held the rubber cushion to her thigh to warm it before touching it gently to her cunt. Her eyes closed and a look of rapture came over her face as the minutely vibrating pad brought its own new message of pleasure to her aroused nerves. A vague wet noise could be heard above the soulless hum.

"This fucking thing!" she gasped. "No wonder he doesn't like me using it ... it drives me mad!"

She eased herself forward a little, her voice becoming more normal.

"The torture with it is that unlike a hand it doesn't and she was silent for a minute. "I think ... I think I'm going to come." Her voice sounded strangled and her hips began to jerk and buck as the sensation swelled.

"Like those rubber pants. I had to wriggle ... oh God! wriggle into them, and they were so tight at the crotch. They seemed to pinch me there! The made a noise, a rubbing, stretching sound and they were ... oh fuck! .. they were so tight! And then Charles brought this machine out and jammed it between my legs. I didn't come ... I explode! I never knew ... oh Christ! ... I'm coming now! I never knew I could come like that. I didn't want to stop then ... and I oh, fuck! I don't want to stop now."

The tight clinching of June's vaginal muscles around the broad-based vibrating electric cock almost held it still for brief moments as she raised her hips up and pounded against his hand, holding the helpless, unfeeling vibrator deep into the hottest recess of her body.

"Coming again," she gasped out, "God, so much, so long, such pleasure."

Finally, slowly, her muscles relaxed and she collapsed back, almost drained of all energy. John turned off the vibrator and slowly, inch by inch, withdrew it from her clinging grasp. A trickle of hot, sticky fluid followed it from her body and disappeared beneath her thighs. The odor was almost more than John could bear.

The excitement had already pounded so strenuously through his veins that he thought he would scream if relief didn't arrive quickly to ease the aching, throbbing, pressure that seemed to be centered right inside the head of his prick, painful now and hurting more by the minute.

As if she read his thoughts, June raised up slightly and fumbled at the opening of his clothes, pulling all of his cock into view, as well as his scrotum. She almost cooed audibly as she ran one fingertip gently all the way out to the fire-pink tip and circled around the dewy drop of moisture that teetered there. She masked the pearly fluid down and streaked it, with her finger, underneath the cockhead and down onto his balls.

John groaned in pleasure-pain and impatient anticipation. But not for long. Her breath seemed to sear his flesh as she moved closer, her lips sagging open slightly at first, then erupting around his blazing flesh and sinking downward in one smooth flow. Her teeth nipped into the rigid stalk and the broad head struck against the backwall-all the way.

Now it was his turn to gasp and flail about, the suspended moment of deathless agony taking control of his muscles and rendering him dead ... alive ... all ... nothing. He jammed his hips forward in two short motions before he held rigid, his flesh growing to unbelievable size and temperature before the end of the stream of hot sensation splurted totally free into her waiting suctions.

Gasping slightly, he backed away, almost staggering, and reached out with his hands to pull himself back beside her.

June watched as his penis seemed to jerk slowly now and then, receding back into unprotected limpness ... until it was almost totally useless to her. Still a persistent trace of pearly liquid appeared, as if reluctant to leave his body, and hung like a halo around the not-so-pink cockhead.

June leaned forward, her breath again hot against his hairy crotch, and licked away the remaining beads of sperm that slowly oozed out of his limp penis. In many ways she was better than Connie-better inasmuch that she was equally concerned for his pleasure as she was for hers. Her whole attitude, the way she unselfconsciously abandoned herself to her own desires without the selfish motives of Connie, that was better, too.

"Feel better, darling?" she asked quietly.

"Much! And you?"

She nodded, a relaxed smile on her lips, as she gently caressed his stomach. Idly running her hands through her hair, he felt a tenderness, a new and strange sensation well up in him as he watched her. Her eyes closed and her head resting on his thigh, she looked as beautiful as any woman he had ever seen, with the warm rich glow of satisfied desire on her cheeks. That essentially was the difference between the two women. Connie drove herself from orgasm to orgasm with the desperate intentness of someone who fully expects to be disappointed, whereas June was master of her own desire and respected it, treated it as an emotion that brought pleasure instead of guilt.

Lighting cigarettes for them both, he handed one to her and sat her on his knee. Resting her head on his shoulder, she blew the smoke out slowly, the fingers holding it trembling slightly.

"I wish sometimes that Clem was more like you," she said slowly. "I wonder so-so often whether he really understands women."

"Does anybody understand women?" he asked, smiling at her.

"I think he understands me, and that's what really counts. All the things that I feel I can do freely with you, I hardly dare mention to him."

"I know, you told me some of them." He cupped one of her breasts, feeling its warm heaviness resting on his palm. "However, I'm not really in a position to do much about it-apart from tonight, that is."

She nestled closer to him, arching her back so that her breasts were more accessible. "You could be," she whispered softly, "if you wanted to."

He grinned and drew heavily on his cigarette. "I've got Connie to consider, you know."

"Not for this week you haven't. Those two seem well suited to each other."

"Connie loves having it sucked, and from what you've told me about Clem he's the one to do it. Mind you, he'll have to be good at it, or she'll soon get bored."

"There's no need to worry on that score, that's just about all he likes doing."

"Variety is the spice of life, eh?"

She laughed and held her breast up to him, an urgent look in her eyes. Touching the nipple delicately he realized that she wanted more than light touches, and took his tie off. Slipping it beneath it, he twisted it around twice, and began pulling on the loose ends. Catching her breath and looking down at it, she watched the sloping ridges deepen and broaden as the pressure increased. "You do understand me, John. You knew exactly what I wanted."

It became more elongated, almost grotesquely misshapen, the nipple visibly erecting as he pulled more strongly. Her breathing became more shallow and her eyes closed as her other hand circled the erecting nipple. "Tie the loose ends tightly behind my neck now."

She leant forward to make it easier for him. The top half of her dress had fallen to her waist. She licked her finger and lightly touched the turgid nipple. The whole mass of it extended far beyond her chest culminating obscenely in a tight balloon-like swelling the size of an ordinary woman's breast.

She touched a breast. She jumped at the touch, her other sloping heavy breast shuddering. The contrast between the two-the one tie-ringed and sticking straight out, and the other swaying at every breath, was almost unbelievable.

The wet finger circled quickly, nicking across it, stopping for a moment to press on it, and then joined by another, squeezed it fiercely. Her eyes dilated and glazed, she looked at her moving hand, her whole body shaking with passion.

Aware of the almost painful erection the sight had caused him he began stripping off bis clothes as quickly as he could, desire flaming in him. Naked now, he caught her arm and began pulling her toward the bedroom. Somehow, on the way he forced himself to go into the kitchen and pick up a plate of sandwiches. Opening the 'frig he snatched a bottle of wine, and cradling it to his chest hurried after her, the sound of his footsteps loud in the empty corridor.

Might as well have it in comfort, he thought, grinning to himself. Can't work without food-or drink!

In the bedroom she had stripped off the dress and was lying on the bed wearing only her stockings and suspender belt. Another tie wound around the other breast. Sitting up, a smile on her face, she held the loose ends to him.

"I feel odd with only one of them tied up," she said, looking at them.

Walking over he fastened it behind her bent back, and watched her closely as she licked her finger. Both of them now stood out, the swollen nipples of each fully erect, the brown circle surrounding them contracted to the minimum. Her fingers began circling again. Running his hand along her thighs he sat down and began pushing them gently apart. She responded immediately exposing the whole of her cunt ... a sigh of satisfaction coming from her when she felt his fingers touching it.

"Suck it, John," she said quietly. "Don't let's hurry." She lay back, her hips gently moving as she felt him warm breath on it, a relaxed smile on her face.

Looking up, above the tightly curled mass of hair on her mount of Venus, he could see her breasts pointing vertically to the ceiling and the trembling fingers still pulling at the nipples. Parting the lips he could see her clitoris and the small flatfish lips inside. It was deeply hooded and not yet fully erect, and was still amazingly large. He tongued it, feeling the deep quiver inside her and hearing the sharp catch of her breath. There was no smell and what little taste there was was pleasant- not like some of the evil-smelling cunts that he'd gone down on in rasher moments. A spasm of lust came over him and he tongued her rapidly, flicking it across and around, pausing for a moment to vibrate the tip at the entrance to her urethra, and then sinking it deep in the vagina. Sliding his hand along the back of her thighs, he raised his head when it was between her buttocks, his index finger gently probing at her anus.

"Push it in," She was tense, her body rigid at the expected invasion, her thighs stretched as far apart as they would go. Her belly swelled with lust and he had to lean with his full weight on her hips to keep her from moving them too wildly.

"Please! Oh, please!" There was an added note of urgency in her voice as he took it away and moistened it in the slopping depth of her vulva. There was a sigh of satisfaction from her as he replaced it and gently ... whirled it around the puckered ring. Looking down at it, he could see the crinkled opening expanding and contracting at his glistening fingertip. Vibrating it at the same time as he pushed, he felt it grip for a moment and then relax as it sunk smoothly and deeply in. She gasped and pushed herself deeper onto it, the elastic ring slipping silently along his finger.

"Suck me now, John! Suck my clitoris. Oh! Your finger is driving me mad up there!"

Sucking and tonguing her almost in a frenzy, he found her anus, stabbing his finger deep into her bowels-only to draw it out again, and hear her plead, before thrusting it back in. Her thighs flapped wildly above his head and her hips began jerking madly as the added stimulus of his finger made itself felt.

Pulling and stretching her swollen nipples, she began to babble that she was coming, her voice harsh and strained. Somehow he forced himself to move his aching tongue quicker, flicking it across the twitching, excited clitoris, sometimes sucking at it, sometimes even delicately nibbling at it.

"I'm coming! .. I'm coming off now! .. It's here ... Now! Now! Oh ... yes, I'm coming ... I'm coming!"

Her body arched, was held suspended for a moment and then as suddenly as it all began became relaxed- only the spasmodic twitching of her thigh muscles and her trembling hands resting on his shoulders showing that she had come. Tenderly she put her arm around his neck as he slid up the bed and lay next to her.

"That was heaven and hell at the same time," She smiled at him as he undid the knots at the back of her neck. "I wanted you to put your finger in my ... " she hesitated " ... in my anus but you seemed to take ages about it."

"I didn't think so." He winked at her. "It's a pity I did, you come too quickly."

"I can come again, can't I?"

"Of course, there's all night yet."

Throwing the ties away, he pulled her tightly to him and separated her thighs, his finger searching for her anus again. She shuddered as he found it, but pressed down on it, trying to force it back in again.

"Do you think I'm greedy?" she asked, smiling.

"No, just hungry."

Pushing her away from him until she lay on her back, he half lay above her, his throbbing perns in his hand. She stared up at him, wondering what he was going to do next.

"Turn over," he commanded.

Slowly she did as she was told, until her shapely buttocks were directly beneath his hips. "Now hold the cheeks apart."

Hesitantly, her hands went behind her and pulled at her cheeks. "Wider!"

"Is that better?" she asked nervously.

Her anus exposed and still wet from the attention of his fingers appeared to twitch in anticipation of the thrusts that were to come. Lowering his stomach and putting most of his weight on his arms, he guided his penis until it was beneath the warm cheeks.

"Now guide me," he said tersely.

"Oh, yes, I want to." Excitedly she reached behind her and directed it, her other hand under her belly finding its way to her cunt.

"Don't be too savage, John, it's bigger than your finger, you know,"

"Thank God it is," He grinned as he felt it touch the entrance.

"Gently! Oh, gently, John! That's better. Now you can push, but straight." She wriggled her buttocks slightly to aid him, her warm hand tightly clutching it.

"It's going in! Oh, God! I can feel it going in me ... it's splitting me wide open!"

Carefully he pushed a little more, unmindful of her fear, but having no wish to deliberately hurt her. It felt like a warm rubber glove clasping it-a warm rubber glove, carefully oiled, being drawn on to it. Deeper he pushed until he couldn't go any further. "It's all in now, John."

"Comfortable?" he asked.

"Mmm! It's like being fucked by a sledgehammer up there. It's not like being fucked the normal way. It makes me feel so open, so totally exposed."

Fitting himself tightly to her, he began gently reaming her, making the whole process as slow as possible so that she could enjoy it Her eyes were closed and he could see a look of absolute contentment on her face at his every thrust. The hand between her legs was busy, gently manipulating her clitoris in her own specialized way, the movements of which he could feel in his excited penis.

"It didn't hurt half as much as I expected-I thought it would be much worse than that."

He stopped moving, amazed at what she had said. "You mean to tell me that you've never had this before?"

"No. I've thought about it, but never had it," she replied, moving her hips voluptuously. "I tried to make Clem do it to me once, but he was so clumsy that he hurt me and I had to stop him."

"Do you like it, now that it's happening?"

"Ooh! Yes, I like it! I never knew it could be m nice,"

Falling into an easier rhythm, he began pressing into her deeper, letting the full weight of his body sink with each stroke. Her buttocks were warm on his belly and he lay on her back relaxed and comfortable, feeling only the tightness on his prick and the delicate sensations it was receiving from the clutching ring. "Do you think you'll be able to come too?" he asked. Her hand automatically speeded up its movements "Yes, I can come any time."

There was something about the way she said it ... an excited inflexion that warned him that her orgasm was imminent, and he speeded up his own movements so that they could come together. His hips slammed down at her, burying his prick deep in her bowels, a fierce twitching in it warning him that the crisis wasn't far off. She was panting now, her buttocks rising off the bed to meet his every thrust, her free hand twisting the silk counterpane into knots in her ecstasy. A sudden surge and swelling in his penis and be began pumping at her savagely, sending spurts of burning sperm deep, deep into her bowels. Her own orgasm swelled up to join his and in a frenzy they reached the summit together, threshing around on the bed as though they would never be able to stop.

"You look as though you've come to stay for a week in my bedroom," she said, as he handed her a glass of wine.

"I have-didn't you know?"

Laughing, she flung her arms around his neck and half sat on his lap.

"As you've only got one shirt and you must keep that clean, it looks as though you're going to be naked for a week!"