Chapter 1

Paul Snow had been married and happily-humping the dark, beautiful Lavinia nearly four years. His life had settled down to the routine of a senior civil servant working in the Ministry of Health, and to fidelity to fucking only Lavinia.

He often looked back on his hectic sex life as a boy, an adolescent and at Oxford; but for some reason he felt no particular nostalgia for the excitement of those years.

But everything changed when Lavinia was killed in an air crash on her way home from a short holiday in Majorca. For a few weeks Paul lived in a state of stunned shock, unable to believe that there was now no Lavinia in his life. Suddenly he had to face the reality that he was alone; that he was only twenty-four and had to start life all over again.

He did not fully realize how profoundly he was to be affected by the loss of Lavinia; it was simply that he was lonely and began to seek new companions, and for some months he was content to spend week-ends at the homes of his friends, play chess with one of his office colleagues every Thursday, and put in a night at the local pub once or so a week. But the real truth about his horny and hard-up position began to make itself felt when he found himself walking the streets looking for women. It was then that he realized how tremendously Lavinia had altered his life, and how much she had really meant to him.

For the love and affection that Lavinia had given him, he now had to accept the superficial hump-pleasure of a night in bed here, a night in bed there. Hardly satisfied, still less fulfilled by such nights, he found himself seeking ever more outlandish sexual experiences. He sometimes felt thoroughly ashamed at the practices he indulged in, but every night and week-end he was driven inexorably to new and strange screwing adventures, his mind being taken up entirely with fucking when, he was not actually engaged on his work as a civil servant. In some strange way he was trying to find a compensation for the loss of Lavinia, but he knew that he could never find another woman like her and that, therefore, he would always be driven to look for satisfaction in new and bizarre ways.

Deep in his heart he was very bitter at the loss of Lavinia. If he had been religious he would have cried out to God in his anguish: How could He take her away from him? The woman that had so completely fulfilled him? And his bitterness drove him to a deep resentment against life and society that, in turn, led him to despise and reject its moral laws. If the world could treat him like that, then he would take whatever he needed, without regard to law or morality. Like a Superman hero he would be a law unto himself.

It was with such dark thoughts as these that he walked through St. James's Park late one summer evening just as dusk was descending. A young girl of, perhaps, fourteen or fifteen was walking a little ahead of him, but for a while he did not notice her. But as he walked along the Mall he drew level with her and was at once struck by her beautiful face. Then it was that he looked at her figure for the first time and realized what an immensely attractive female she was, that, despite her youth, she made an immense appeal to him. Well, if he could get her, he reflected, he would certainly fuck her and no one would stop him.

Since his youth he had never screwed a really young girl, and now he was suddenly feeling excited at the thought of shoving his big cock into a teenage girl, a girl who might even be a virgin. He had frigged with ten or twenty women during the previous desolate weeks, some of them old, some young, some white, some black; and he had indulged in orgies on more than one occasion. He had also found some strange satisfaction in taking a blind girl of about nineteen back to his flat and forcibly raping her. But so far he had not indulged a desire for young girls. Here was his chance to begin, he thought.

They walked almost side by side up the Mall. As they approached Buckingham Palace it was rapidly getting dark and Paul decided to make an approach as soon as they got into the quieter part of Constitution Hill, or, if she went the other way, to take the first opportunity to talk to her in Buckingham Palace Road. Luckily she went up Constitution Hill where there was hardly a person in sight.

"Do you know the way to Knightsbridge? I think I'm right, but — ?" he asked the girl.

"Oh, yes, this is the way. I'm going to Brompton Road. I'll show you if you like," she smiled at him, her eyes searching his face as she did so.

"Fine. I've not been down here for a year or two, I've always lived in North London — Hampstead — and I always seem to get mixed up in my directions round here. You must think it's very stupid of me." He knew he was talking nonsense but somehow he found himself doing it compulsively as he was trying desperately hard to put the girl at her ease before making the next move. "Do you live here?" He was struck by the stupidity of his own invention. Soon he would be talking to her about the weather!

"I live in Chelsea, but I am going to stay over-night with a girl friend in Brompton Road because her parents are away. She's at school with me. I've just been for my music lesson." She spoke earnestly and with candor in her voice and eyes, but she also looked at the man scrutinizingly as she went on chattering to him. He began to think there was no need to beat about the bush; she seemed a kind of free, intelligent girl he could talk to quite openly and frankly.

"Well, why don't you and your girl friend have a coffee with me first. You could phone her or bring her along. What about that place called the 'Sallambo'? Does she live near Harrods?"

Then to his surprise the girl said that he could have coffee at her friend's apartment.

"Oh, there's no need to go to a coffee-bar. I'm sure my friend will give you — us — coffee. What's your name, by the way, as I'll have to introduce you. She'll think I've picked you up," she laughed. "Mine's Gina, and my friend is Angelique, but she's younger than I am. She's fifteen, I'm sixteen next month." So he had all the information he needed.

As he told her his name he looked at her again and felt a thrill of excitement go through him as he visualized the possibility of shoving his stiff dick into her. It would be a change from all the older cunts of the last few months. She was fresh and unspoiled — and there was another one, only fifteen, where they were going ... Good God! he thought, if they don't let me fuck them voluntarily I might even rape them ...

Gina did not bother to ring her friend, and they were soon on the doorstep at 3 Lancaster Court. He heard Angelique call out, "Is that you Gina" and when Gina answered her, the latch was slipped back and the door opened to admit them — and to take Paul's breath away. She had come to the door naked — a lovely firm-breasted, long-legged teenager, with ravishing black hair and a golden skin the color of light coffee. Before she had time to run away they were in the flat and Gina was saying, "Don't be scared. This is Paul, Angelique. She is from Martinique. Don't be shy, I'm sure Paul won't mind your being nude."

The girl was obviously embarrassed but did not rush away as might have been expected but walked ahead of them, opened the sitting-room door and waved them in. "Oh, how nice," she said, "I'll just get my wrap."

In a few minutes they were listening to the latest group, Paul on the sofa, the two girls lying on cushions on the floor. The coffee was ready and Gina had taken over as hostess.

"Well, I'm lucky to know such an attractive couple of young girls," said Paul. "I was really a bit lonely tonight."

"Goodie," said Gina. "We like you, too. You could stay the night if you wanted to. There's a spare bedroom."

"Yes, you can stay if you wish," confirmed the dark-eyed Angelique, eyeing him up and down as she spoke.

It was almost too good to be true.

"Well, it would be nice. I will if I may. It will save me going back to Hampstead." He was so taken back at his good fortune that for the next hour he scarcely noticed the time, and was too pleased with himself to start any hump-move in the direction of the girls. Getting them to fuck, he felt, would somehow work out. And indeed it did!

About midnight Gina showed him the spare room and, after pointing out the bathroom, she left him, shouting out "Good night!" This all happened rather suddenly and Paul was too taken back to take action. He was alone in the small bedroom with two young girls in some other part of the flat.

He undressed and got into bed. He did not at once turn out the light, but took up a copy of "Vogue" lying on the bedside table. As he flicked through its pages he began to ask himself whether it wouldn't be better, after all, to leave the girls alone. He had almost decided on that course, despite his rising hardon, when there was a knock on the door and in came Gina. She was in a shortie nightdress.

"Oh, I thought I ought to say 'Good night' to you properly. I suppose I was very abrupt before." She looked at him steadily as she walked across the room and reached his bedside. He reached out and took her in his arms and kissed her lovely sensuous lips.

"Oh, I'm so glad," he said. "Look why not come into my bed for a bit?" He had taken the plunge.

"Well, if you'd like me to. But I can't let you fuck me, I'm still a virgin." Paul said nothing as she clambered in beside him. He knew that once she was in bed with him, nothing would stop him from shoving his erect cock right up her twat, virgin or not ...

He took her in his arms and pressed his body against hers, feeling her hard nipples against his chest through her flimsy nightdress. She opened her mouth to his kisses and soon he was probing her with his tongue.

But his hands were roving over her body and the short nightie, now above her hips, gave him freedom to feel everything from her well-formed lush tits to her lovely rounded knees. But it was not long before his fingers were concentrated on her cuntlips. Her legs were tight together, but he pried them apart and ran his middle finger upwards from the entrance to her cunt to the top of her slit.

"Ooooh," she moaned, "I never expected it to be like this ... it's so wonderfully exciting ..."

"Is it the first time you've been in bed with a man?"

"Yes, like this. I've necked with boys but I've never been almost naked. And I've never been touched like that right in my pussy ... ooh, oooh!" she squealed ecstatically.

Paul had his index finger on her clitoris and was gently massaging it as she squirmed beneath him. His mouth was again clamped to hers and they exchanged tongues and saliva. Pressing against her belly was his erect and throbbing big cock which, so far, the girl had neither seen nor touched.

Paul continued to excite her as he played with her clitoris and, from time to time, moved his fingers the full length of her twat, from the bush-hair at the top down to her very crotch, introducing a delicate finger into the wetness which seemed to exude from her sweet cunt. Her response was dramatic when he actually pushed a finger into her cunt: she cried out and wriggled her ass sensuously, her legs now widely parted.

Paul knew that it would not be difficult to shove his cock into her now, but for a while he continued to rouse her in every way open to him. He raised her nightie so that he could take her breasts into his hands, and then he moved his lips to her right nipple and sucked it avidly, the girl showing her delight by her continuous cries and moans of delight.

"I think you'd be better off without your nightie, Gina," he said as he raised his body and began to pull it over her head. She made no objection and soon she was completely naked at his side.

He was now carried away with his hump-lust. He had not frigged a young cunt like this since his schooldays when he used to fuck with the friends of his sister, Ursula. And since his wife's death, there had been nobody to equal this lovely teenager. His excitement knew no bounds as his hands roved over her smooth skin and his stiff prick pressed against her thigh, his lips pressed to hers.

Now he parted her legs and got between them, placing his dick at the entrance to her moist, hot nooky.

"No, no, Paul," she said. "Please don't I don't know why, but I don't think I should."

"There's nothing to fear. You'll like it and I'll see you don't get pregnant. I want to put my prick into you for a bit and then I promise to pull it out. Come on, darling."

She did not speak and Paul shoved his prick into the entrance to her vagina. She was wet and receptive and he was able to force his dick-head a little way in. But then he came up against her maidenhead. He pulled back a bit then jerked it forward, back again, and forward in short sharp jerks. Then he tried simply pressing against her cherry for a while. Then back and a hard lunge which brought a cry of pain from her; back and another lunge and suddenly her hymen was ruptured and Paul had no doubt that she was no longer a virgin.

He had a sudden desire to look at and kiss her cunt.

He pulled out his prick and swung round so that his head was between her legs. Like a mad thing he began to lick her cunt and taste the cunt-juices flowing from her. The more he tasted the more frenzied he became and soon he was swinging round, his mouth covered with her vaginal secretions and he was again pushing his prick into her as he brought his lips down to hers. She writhed in agonizing delight and pain as he now began to screw her — quite literally. He rammed his prick up her tight cunt from every possible angle, sometimes almost lifting her from the bed as he raked the upper-lining of her pussy, and then plunging deep into her as he directed his dick downwards.

He was soon tingling through his body with the approach of his orgasm; his prick was hot and his balls felt heavy with semen. He would have to be careful. For a time he moved in her very slowly and kissed her gently; but after a While he had stifled the most urgent part of his hump-desire and he was able to start fucking her again with renewed energy. And then suddenly he came out of her cunny.

"Do you like it?" he panted as he got up from the bed.

"Yes, oooh, yes, Please go on," sighed the girl.

"I'm putting on a contraceptive; it's a new kind, very thin — almost as if I had nothing on. You'll be quite safe now." And Paul pulled on a recently marketed condom of the wet-skin type, got back on the bed, and plunged his prick into her waiting, now desperately hot and avid cunt.

Now he fucked her with all his power, ramming his virile, stiff prick into her lovely young pussy as he held her by the buttocks, gripping her soft cheeks with his fingers and occasionally digging in his nails. She moved her body to his cock-thrusting motions and clung to him with her arms and lips as he drove his prick deep into her girlish twat. Soon she was moaning her delight as she felt her climax approaching and then Paul, taking a few long slow probes began to ram his prick home with a violence that was inspired by a lust for the girl he had not felt for anyone for a very long time. Smashing his cock home in a final burst of energy he suddenly let go and his sperm was filling the contraceptive as the girl cried out in her agony and delight, experiencing the ecstasy of her first orgasm with a man, with a prick inside her ...

They lay for a time and Paul kissed her tenderly as he held her close. "What about your friend?" he then asked her. "Do you think she would like to join us?"

"No, it wouldn't be a good idea. But I shall talk to her and tell her how wonderful fucking was with you, and perhaps she will agree another time. I think she's very conscious of sex, perhaps more than I am."

"Well, don't you think that if she saw us she'd be excited? Go on, Gina love, fetch her in, then I can fuck you both."

"Oh, all right, I'll ask her. But don't give all of that darling cock of yours to her if she does come," she smiled as she leapt out of the bed and went to fetch Angelique.

Paul could not believe his good fortune. He thought back on the desperate weeks since his wife's death and his search for sex and just anything to hump. He recalled, in particular his desperation one night taking him to fuck a woman of fifty or so. He felt a sense of revulsion as he thought of her in bed: her upper arms sagged, her breasts like two old leather pouches, her belly sticking out, and her cunt large enough for two. Ugh! And now he had just had his prick in a lovely girlish vagina, never before used by anyone, and he had had the joy of sucking her sweetish cunt-juice (he felt now a slight revulsion as he thought of that!), of fucking her completely, and enjoying her lips, breasts, thighs, buttocks and all. Oh, what a delight she had been, and she was now to bring her friend ...

The two girls came in the room and they were both naked.

"Angelique wants to come in the bed with us. I've told her that you have a wonderful prick that will take care of her if she wants to do it ... "

Nothing more was said and in a few moments he was lying between the two teenagers unable to believe his luck. He turned first to Gina and kissed her whispering in her ear his thanks for her kindness. Then he leaned over the dark-eyed and dark-skinned Angelique and they looked into each other's eyes in the half-light of the room. He knew that she was ready to accept his dick.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked her quietly.

"No," she said. "I have had one lover before, but he was only a boy."

"Then my cock won't hurt much and we shall be able to enjoy ourselves," Paul said as he began to stroke her breasts and rouse her nipples so that in a few seconds they stood out from her large breasts like red bullets.

Then Paul felt that merely to fuck her would not give him as much pleasure as doing something with the two girls together. He would fuck her later. He then lay on his back and told Angelique to get hold of his prick and as she did so he pushed her head down onto it. She knew what to do and she was soon sucking and licking his head and shaft with her luscious wet mouth.

Now he asked Gina to kiss him and for a few minutes he had the exquisite joy of being kissed on the lips and prick at the same time, and by two young teenagers!

Then he told Gina to straddle his face and lower her cunt onto his mouth. She put her legs over him, knelt across him and then lowered her vagina over his face as he had suggested. His tongue rapidly sought her cunt and soon he was probing and licking it avidly as Angelique continued to suck his stiff prick.

He writhed with delight as the two girls, becoming more excited began to use their bodies more unashamedly. Gina rubbed her oozing cunt furiously up and down his face, pushing it onto his nose one moment and then almost smothering him as she rammed it hard against his mouth. The other girl had her hands on his balls and she tickled them and dug her nails in as she released masses of hot saliva over his cock which from time to time she took deep into her mouth.

He felt unable to restrain himself anymore and he began to buck his ass up and down so that his prick moved vigorously past Angelique's lips, and then suddenly he began to ejaculate his hot sperm in her mouth. Some of it hit the back of her throat and she withdrew her mouth to swallow it as the rest spurted into her face and over her breasts. Gina, too, reached her orgasm at the same moment and Paul felt her cunt-juices flowing freely over his mouth and face as she fell forward, her belly covering his head ... she was squealing happily as the ecstatic tremors of coming shot through her cunt.

Ten minutes later he was taking Angelique in his arms as Gina lay happily at his side. He fondled her lovely breasts and then began to finger her wet slit. He tasted her and found she had the kind of clean sexy smell he liked. Then he got between her legs and without further ado prepared to fuck her.

His cock was in her hot cunt and he was pushing it slowly up her clinging vagina. He thought her twat felt even more exciting than Gina, but that was perhaps because she was younger. He had never dreamed three or four hours ago that he would be fucking a sixteen-year-old and a fifteen-year-old within a few minutes of each other, and one of them a virgin. And he had indulged in one of those somewhat sexually off-beat activities that were now beginning to appeal to him: he had sucked the cunt of a virgin. His lust was roused to frenzied fever-pitch as he felt the legs of the girl grip his waist, her hands raked his shoulders and her cunt moved up to meet his second thrust. Her lips eagerly sought his at the same time and her tongue was now searching his mouth, teeth and gums. She certainly knew how to make love ... a real swinger!

He put all he knew into fucking her and it was not long before he decided he would either have to put on a rubber or indulge in coitus interruptus. He felt he preferred the latter this time, and so he began to thrust his prick into her lovely teenage twat with all his power, increasing his tempo for a while, then slowing down, before a final burst of rapid shoves deep into her pussy brought him to his climax. At the very last second, as the girl cried out in her ecstasy, he withdrew from her and splashed his hot cock-juice between her legs, a little of the semen just hitting her outer cuntlips.