Chapter 1
Patricia wondered how long the maid was going to be in her room screwing around with the duster. Not that she supposed that it really mattered for she had all the time in the world to spare. She knew her parents had gone for a sail, leaving her at the hotel to spend a lazy day. Still she did want to change from her dress to a bikini and bask on her balcony. Surely the maid would go away and leave her in peace? After speculating like this for a few minutes, she then thought that perhaps she was being a bit prudish. It was rather silly of her to worry about a mere servant. She decided that she would take off her clothes and put on the bikini there and then and think nothing of the presence of the maid. She stood in front of the mirror of the wardrobe admiring herself, pirouetting on her toes and running her hands over her flat stomach and round voluptuous ass. Then she started to remove her clothes. First, her dress, casually and simply unbuttoning it down to the waist and then pulling it up over her head. Carelessly she tossed it on the bed and once more looked at herself in the mirror.
What she saw made her feel pleased. She was only sixteen, but married men looked at her in a frankly horny and lecherous manner that excited her. And boys of her own age showed her tangible evidence of her appeal, stiff pricks that she liked to hold between her soft fingers, and have pressed against her belly and thighs. Even better than that she remembered with joy the few occasions that boys had been bold enough to go further with her and thrill her with the violation of her cunt. She had loved to feel their adolescent bodies between her thighs and their eager cocks forcing their way into her willing but inexperienced vagina. This had not happened often enough for her liking but being so young and inexperienced, and although being thrilled at the time but still a little frightened at the prospect, she was not sure of what she could do to improve the situation. The boys she knew were mostly inexperienced as well and were too conscious of being repulsed to pursue their advances to their logical conclusion. Still she did have a lot of fun and she knew that she would have a lot more in the future. Her thoughts were never far from fucking, especially when she was dressing or undressing and she could observe her own body at leisure. She was proud of what she had to offer and was delighted at the fact that she could and would be able to go on exciting men.
She was thinking about sex as her slip followed her dress and she stood in bra, panties, garter-belt and stockings. She unfastened the clip of her bra and the garment slid away, unveiling Patricia's lush, exquisite breasts. Her nipples stiffened as they met the air and Patricia automatically stroked them with the tips of her fingers. She had forgotten that she was not alone but as she looked in the mirror again she suddenly became aware of the maid again. She saw the woman standing close behind her, also looking in the mirror and watching the scantily clad girl caress herself. Patricia removed her hands at once from her tits as her cheeks flushed with the embarrassment and looked at the woman closely for the first time. She saw that the woman was in her late twenties and was actually rather attractive. She was well proportioned with very full breasts and long legs. She had thick red lips which were slightly parted and a strange sort of expression on her face, admiring and flattering, but also desiring like a man. Patricia stood perfectly still as, in the mirror, she saw the woman's hands come up, and felt them pushing through under her arms. She watched and waited with bated breath as the hands slid certainly forward, round to the naked surge of her tits.
To be approached like this by a woman, and a servant at that was quite intolerable, but Patricia tolerated it. The careful hands cupped her firm breasts deliberately, gently squeezing the springy flesh and lifting the youthful hillocks upwards. The young girl's reason ordered her to break the contact at once, but her emotions held her still as her breasts tingled at the other's touch. A thumb and forefinger imprisoned each of her nipples, then began to squeeze and draw out the hard little knobs of pink flesh until they crinkled and thrust out. Patricia's breathing became labored as the woman stroked and rubbed, thrilling her to the utmost and giving her sensations of undeniable pleasure that made her turn her head with offered lips.
The woman maintained her lascivious caressing as she took the impulsively offered mouth in a long provocative kiss. A kiss that kindled the girl's passion as lips parted and tongues met in lascivious greeting. Patricia put her own hands behind her and clutched nervously at the woman's dress. Her titties throbbed like mad and her nipples tingled blissfully as the woman's hands slid slowly away from them, down towards her belly. Her vagina had begun to itch as it did when she was handling a boy's excited genitals. The woman's hands moved palms downwards over her body, inside the loose waistband of her flimsy panties, over her smooth flat tummy, to toy with the tangled bush-hair that molded the mound of her cunt. The hands pressed against her groin and she felt her vaginal lips drawn apart, then several fingertips moving playfully along the length of her gash. One hand moved to send an invading finger searching into her cunthole, already moist and yielding. The other hand lay over her pubic hair while a skillful finger stroked her sensitive clitoris.
Reluctantly withdrawing from the kiss, the girl looked to the mirror and watched with fascination the arms that crossed her abdomen and the bulges inside her panties that told of the hands that so cleverly and improperly were arousing her cunt to a pitch of sexual desire. Without conscious reason, Patricia hastily tugged at the woman's dress, pulling it right up until her hands encountered frilly panties. She fumbled at the garment behind her and eventually got her hands inside to touch the woman's sticky cunt. Between her own thighs the girl felt utter bliss, the delicious prelude as she only knew too well, of a masturbated climax. She clawed wildly at the woman's gaping twat in her frenzy of desire. Looking at the other woman's legs in the mirror, bared from ankle to belly, she was thrilled in the same way that she was with the sight of a boy with his trousers down.
"Let's do it properly," the woman suddenly exclaimed, breaking their embrace. "We needn't keep our clothes on here." And she began to pull off her clothes in front of the panting flushed girl. She quickly tossed her garments aside and proudly displayed her thrusting full breasts and densely-forested cunt. Patricia felt bound to follow suit and deftly slid down her panties to bare her own pretty vagina to the woman's hot star. For a moment they looked admiringly at each other's twats and tits then Patricia was clasped in the woman's arms, her willing lips receiving a kiss of scorching intensity.
Somehow the bed seemed to draw them to it until they stumbled and fell onto it, still locked in each other's arms. The older woman broke away at last and to Patricia's surprise turned away from her. The woman turned herself round and her superb long legs sprawled astride Patricia's head with the wide open hot cunt right over her face. At the same time Patricia realized that the woman's head was down by her bush.
"This is the way to make love, darling." the woman laughed, "Just do it the way I do."
The girl gasped at the touch of a warm mouth kissing her cunt, pouting lips avidly devouring her yearning gash. And then there was a darting tongue, sliding like a snake inside her slit and licking to and fro over her excited clitoris. To complete the act, a rigidly held thumb was thrust deep into her moist cunthole. With a cry of sheer joy Patricia grasped the maid's bare ass and pulled her magnificent cunt down to her face. Trembling with eager longing she kissed the woman's mature twat, slobbering messily at the gaping hole. Her tongue experimented along the moist, hot gash and settled to a rapid licking when it located the swollen clitoris.
It would have been impossible to say who was the more excited, the woman or the girl; the woman for the thrill of another frigging of an innocent girl; or the girl because of her discovery of a new hump delight. But each went for the other's cunt with feverishly working mouth, and each writhed and heaved under the other's ministrations. Two shapely naked bodies trembled with desire and sweated with lust. Two healthy females gave their enraptured cunts to the thrills of lesbianism. The sweetly innocent Patricia was convulsed with the supreme pleasure first, her smooth white belly heaving rhythmically, and her firm asscheeks twitching uncontrollably. But the woman was quickly in harmony with her, heaving even more strenuously and shuddering all over. Each one gave and received a full flow of female cunt-juice.
Patricia was in seventh heaven, her teenage body tingling all over with the thrills of her initiation into unrestrained lesbian frigging. She just couldn't force her tongue far enough into the gaping juicy cunt of the woman. As for the maid, she could ask for no more satisfying lover than a highly respectable and pretty young girl, previously innocent of feminine caresses. She had worked her own cunt lecherously to and fro in the girl's mouth, while her own tongue took a vicious delight in teaching the joys of sweet perversion to a young girl.
The two lovers lay together, sweating and breathing heavily as the indescribably enjoyable tingle of their embraces still pervaded their cunts. Very slowly the woman twisted her body round until she lay the same way as the girl. Then their mouths were savagely clamped together in a passionate kiss. Then as they lay happily on the bed, fondling each other's nipples and cunts, they talked about themselves. Patricia admitted that she was only sixteen, still at school, until then innocent of female caresses, but had a little experience of juvenile frigging around with boys of her own age.
The maid's name was Joan, she was twenty-six, and was very much experienced in all forms of love and perversion with both women and men. She told Patricia that she was completely bisexual, but did have a preference for making love to women. She also told the girl that she could introduce her to every worthwhile experience in sex.
Patricia was excited when Joan said, "You ought to have a real cock inside you, my dear. Those young boys are all very well, but they don't know enough and their pricks aren't big enough. You'll love it, to get a fully grown man's cock stuck right up your cunt."
Patricia thrilled to the other's blunt way of speech and use of frank words. Patricia had heard all the words but she was really too shy to use them herself. "Oh, I would," she replied. "It must be awfully thrilling. Most of the boys I know are too scared to really try anything except feel my pussy and get me to masturbate them. I've often wanted them to ... er ... fuck me ... but I didn't know how to make them."
"That's right, darling, use all the words. You want to be fucked, and you want a big prick stuck up your horny cunt. Say so. Anyway after I've arranged a few things for you, when you go back from your vacation you'll be able to get all the cock you want. But you mustn't take too much of an interest in men as such, just their genitals. I'll do my best to get you a virile fucker tonight, here in your bedroom. And you can fuck in the dark the first time so that you won't feel any inhibitions." The talking had made both of them excited again and Joan continued, "but now ..." and started to kiss Patricia's left nipple. At the same time her knee was pressed between the girl's thighs, pushing at the youthful cunt, moving determinedly to and fro.
Patricia trembled with longing at the electric thrills in her titties. Then she became aware of the action of the rounded knee forcing her cuntlips wide apart and moving regularly over her clitoris. She felt her love grow strong and gave herself fully to the rhythmic knee. She felt herself coming, and clutched at Joan's thigh to encourage the strange seduction, urging the knee more firmly into her groin and speeding the cunt-caressing movement. She caught her breath and sobbed with exultation as she lost all control and her squashed cunt heaved and jerked madly to its sticky climax.
Joan felt the girl's pleasure covering her knee with hot cunt-juice and she quickly moved the young hand from her thigh to her own twat, content to relieve herself with a simple masturbation. Patricia's hand, used to exploring her own cunt, soon found Joan's hard, erect clitoris and rubbed it expertly. Joan moved her ass in time to the girl's strokes and soon she too had arrived at her orgasm, flooding the girl's hand with her oozing twat-juice. Again they embraced, kissing and fondling each other until their passion had once more subsided. Then Joan, reluctantly got off the bed and got dressed.
"I will have to go now, I still have some rooms to do. I will come and see you tonight, and be ready to expect a visitor."
Then she left. Patricia lay on the bed, arms and legs wide apart, cunt hot but relaxed, breasts and nipples firm and erect. Day-dreaming, she thought of the pricks that she was going to get, she was now fully aroused and aware of the possibilities, and her own ability to satisfy her sexual cravings. Gradually one hand crept nearer her cunt and she pulled her knees up and back. Slowly she fingered herself, sticking two fingers into her wet open gash and rubbing her clitoris at the same time with the back of her thumb. Quickly she jerked her ass as her hand increased speed until she felt herself coming. As her cunt gushed forth its hot come-juices she brought her thighs together imprisoning her hand. Her cunt throbbed as it bathed her hand and her hips jerked convulsively.
Later she got up and dressed and went down to the beach. Everywhere she went, she was not only conscious of the half-dressed men and women basking themselves in the sun and the piercing lecherous looks she got from men, but of the functions of their bodies. Each good-looking man or woman she saw was just so much prick or cunt. She tried to imagine what each woman's cunt was like. Did she have a long deep gash with thick lips, or was it a half hidden slit? Was that woman's cunt hairy or not, and how big was her clitoris? The bulges in men's trunks were a fascination to her and she blushed continually as she tried hard not to look too hard and obviously. What would that man look like completely naked next to her, readying himself to push his prick deep into her cunt? She walked around in a daze with these and similar thoughts buzzing around in her mind but gradually she got herself under control with a great effort of will. She knew if she didn't she would go real cock-crazy and was liable to go up to the nearest man and offer to fuck him there and then on the public beach.
Eventually she found a more deserted part of the beach and lay down to sun herself. She toasted herself for an hour and then returned to the hotel for lunch by herself. When she had finished she couldn't face going back to the beach so she went to her room. First she tried to read a book but didn't get very far with it so she had a nap. When she woke it was early evening so she got up and went for a walk before having dinner. She hadn't seen her parents return so she assumed that they had gone out somewhere after the sailing expedition and would come back late. She was anxious for her expected rendezvous with her unknown lover and after she had eaten she went up to her room and waited.
After an hour or so there was a knock at the door. Patricia opened it for Joan who lightly kissed her cheek and closed the door behind her.
"You'll have to come with me to my room," she said. "I've made all the arrangements. I'll meet you in the ladies' room of the bar in an hour."
Then she again kissed her lightly on the cheek and was gone. For Patricia the next hour was a torment. She wandered around aimlessly, continually looking at her watch and finding that only two minutes had passed since she had last looked at it. Finally though she went to the meeting place to comb her hair and do her lips. Joan came in after her and motioned her to follow. They went into the staff quarters and eventually they were standing in Joan's room.
"Take off all your clothes, dear and slip right into my bed. I'll put the light off and a very capable man will come and visit you. Don't talk to him on any account, just give all the cunt and everything else you can. And have fun, darling."
Thus Joan issued the instructions to Patricia and she, tingling all over with anticipation, peeled off her clothes. Once in the nude she couldn't help touching herself in front of her mentor, and rubbed her hand over her bush. Joan gave her a playful slap on the asscheeks, kissed her tenderly, and pushed her over to the bed.
A few minutes later the maid was along the corridor talking to a well-built, middle-aged man.
"It's all arranged, Mr. Scott. There's a very desirable young lady in the bed, waiting to oblige you. She's not a prostitute, and she's a bit reserved but she wants it all right. Don't talk to her, just have all the fun you feel like with her, you can be as dirty as you like. I think we said my fee would be twenty dollars, didn't we. Thank you, Mr. Scott, this way."
The man handed her the money he had ready and she led him to her bedroom door. Outside she smiled and gave him a kiss, letting her hand pass over the front of his trousers where she could feel his cock already stirring manfully.
Patricia lay between the cool sheets, her thoughts racing madly as she waited for her first real man. She was fingering her cunt to steady her desire, for she had seen some photographs of adult men and she knew that incredibly big cocks they had. She hoped she would be able to accommodate and please the unknown man that Joan had found for her.
The door opened and closed. She heard movements across the room and heavy breathing. There was a rustling of clothing being removed, the sound of shoes being placed on the floor. The bed sank at one side, the sheets were pulled down and a body slid into bed beside her.
The girl was petrified now the moment had arrived. She lay absolutely still as the stranger settled down into the bed. Then a big hairy hand touched her arm and slid over her breasts to grip her shoulder. She was drawn towards the intruder till his breath was on her cheek, and his lips, thick and sensual, met hers in a kiss that seemed familiar in a way, yet new. The man evidently liked the taste of her, for he prolonged the kiss till her lips were forced apart, and his thick tongue insinuated itself into her mouth.
She had to twine her arms round his neck and hold him to her, admiring the broadness of his shoulders and the hairiness of his chest as he was pressed against her own body. Then suddenly against her naked thigh she felt something very hard that she knew was the only thing that mattered to her about the man. She knew nothing of the art of fucking and she simply allowed her instincts to take over and just do the things she felt compelled to. Her hand slid purposefully down the man's powerful body to his muscular belly. She marveled at the thick mass of his curly bush-hair as she felt lower to seize hold of his superb fully erect penis. The man started, at her bold initiative and thrust his cock forward to show that he appreciated it. Her small hand grasping his thick shaft excited him and he put his own hand on her wrist so that he could help her to rub his dick. Patricia was adept at jerking off boys and it pleased her to find that a grown man got the same pleasure from it. She wrapped her fingers round his rigid prick and frigged him with a steady stroke. As she jerked his big cock she felt the man getting worked up and soon he began to gasp and grunt, but this was not to last.
Suddenly he twisted over on top of her and forced her legs apart with his knees. She still held onto his cock and directed it for him as he abruptly lowered his body onto hers. His thick dick-head came between her loins to the mouth of her cunt. His hand was at her cunt, feeling it and holding the outer lips apart as he lowered his body. The stiff dick touched the entrance to her slit and she had a moment of panic as she thought of his great-sized prick, much bigger than any she had been used to. But before she could get really anxious he had thrust his belly at her and his huge prick of pleasure started to thrust into her cunt.
The man knew that the girl who had been procured for him was young, very young, and this pleased him. Her body was full, in adolescent bloom and smooth and soft to handle. She obviously found his adult penis impressive, and he realized that she had not, in all probability, handled such a big cock before. It gave him a terrific desire to fuck her, and use her, with all the zest he could muster. He loved to feel a nice wet cunt closing over the full length of his shaft, especially a tight and hardly-used one like this. Patricia had to hold tight to him, as he put the whole solid length of his dong inside her, to prevent herself from crying out, so enormous was the hard dick stretching her immature cunt. She had never felt anything like it before. It pained her, but still thrilled her to the core of her being ...
And the fucking he gave her was truly magnificent, in keeping with his size and strength. The man drove his prick up and down the girl's passage with increasing lust. For Patricia, the vigor of his action was new and exciting, and she squirmed her body to urge her partner further into her cunt, discovering with pleasure that the more prick she got, and harder that it was thrust into her, the greater her joy. Both of them were frantic and neither had the heart or mind to delay the supreme sensation. The man had an uncontrollable desire to fill the girl's cunt with his potent sperm, to prove to her his virility, and he was in no mood to delay his ultimate pleasure to consider her feelings. And the girl wanted to prove her sexual capabilities by draining this man of his whole male strength. Neither of them considered the other, as they raced with increasing hump-speed to a raging climax. The man thrust his rock hard cock harder and deeper into her willing avaricious pussy while the girl bucked her hips and threshed her torso in an effort to swallow his prick forever in her greedy vagina.
At the pace they were going neither could last very long and the man ejaculated first. He poured out his white-hot sperm in an awe inspiring flood that convulsed him as if he had received a violent electric shock. His prick kicked and jerked, plunged to the limit in the girl's cunt, his bush-hairs mingled with hers and his balls slapped hard against her buttocks. His spunk shot from his swollen knob in powerful bursts of the creamy cock-juice, emptying his balls, weakening his spine and giving him a heady feeling of half-intoxication and half-fainting. His final assault was too much for Patricia, his pecker packing her cunt to capacity, his spunk splashing hotly in her womb, and she heaved her belly and twitched her own orgasm down her hot, sensation-seeking cunt. They shuddered and writhed together, each squeezing the last tiny-drop of pleasure from the other, determined to get all they could from their anonymous hot fuck together.
They must have created a lot of noise at the finish, gasping and moaning with their exertions and pleasure, and Joan must have been listening in the corridor. For at once the door was opened and closed and the light switched on. The man and the girl blinked and looked at each other for the first time in the sudden unexpected illumination.
"Patricia!"
"Daddy!"
The man went white with alarm, then very red with shame and embarrassment. The girl was close to tears, but slowly a smile spread over her face.
"Oh, Daddy," she murmured, "You've done such a lovely thing to me. I felt your wonderful prick inside me, daddy darling, it was so beautiful and exciting. You're so big and strong and that cock of yours gave me such a thrill."
"Pat, my precious," he choked. "I've done a terrible thing to you. Oh, my God, this is dreadful. What shall I do?"
Joan then broke in, drawing attention to her presence in the room.
"Don't be such a hypocrite," she told him plainly. "Now your prick is soft and shrinking, you're outraged and full of remorse. But a few minutes ago you didn't give a damn whose daughter you were screwing and debauching. All you cared about was the cunthole you'd got your cock into — and you thought it was a wonderful hole, didn't you?"
Joan had come over to the bed as she spoke and was slipping off her clothes. Quickly she was completely nude, the last garment to go being her frilly black panties. As she slowly and lasciviously pulled them down her legs, she pushed her belly forward in a sexy manner to draw attention to her hairy cunt. Mr. Scott and Patricia both stared with fascination at her lewd gestures as she stepped out of the flimsy garment and kicked it aside contemptuously. The lips of her cunt were plainly visible through her forest of thick hair, as well as the tip of her pronounced clitoris. Joan stood in front of them and slowly rubbed the palm of one hand over her bush-hair while gently caressing her breasts with the other. Her nipples were already hard and prominent and she gently tweaked them in turn. Then she opened her legs, wet two fingers in her mouth, and slowly insinuated them into her gash.
"If I said you could give your cock some fun in here now," she said, "you'd be fucking me at the double, wouldn't you, letting your own daughter watch you spend your lust on the body of a chambermaid. You'd get a lot of joy out of that, wouldn't you, you horny bastard."
And again she slid her fingers well inside her slit, leering at him as he licked his lips and slid across the bed towards her.
Joan took hold of the bedclothes and pulled them right down, uncovering the naked man and girl, revealing that even now he still had a restless hand up her crotch. In spite of his professed shock, he was still feeling his daughter's oozing, ravished cunt, fondling it like a lover. Between his thighs his big dick was beginning to harden again, stirring with desire into a virile dong which was like a young man's. Joan's cunt was attractive and her naked body exciting. Her words drew him on, thrilling him, for his wife never spoke of their intercourse frankly and openly.
"You're a filthy bitch," he snarled at her. "You took my money and whored me my own daughter. Well, all right, I admit I enjoyed her. Why shouldn't I? She's a lovely girl and she's been very good. She's got her mother's body and my mind and I've got what she wants all right. But I don't pay for my own child. I've got twenty dollars worth of servant girl cunt due to me and I'm going to have it."
Patricia gasped at her father's outburst, then marveled at the powerful stirring of his big prick in her hand. She was no longer a shy adolescent girl, but suddenly in the last few minutes had grown into a mature fuckable sexy woman.
"Gosh, daddy," she exclaimed. "You're — well, I mean, it's a big hardon again already. And I know you filled me with your — er — sperm because I felt it. I suppose I'm not really old enough for you."
The man looked at his young daughter and smiled tenderly. He gave the end of her nose a playful kiss and he felt for her wrist and pressed it to and fro to make her rub his cock.
"Don't be a silly girl," he told her firmly. "You know perfectly well I had a marvelous fuck with you, and I certainly did shoot a full load of spunk up your beautiful cunt. From now on you'll be getting an awful lot more from me, my dear. But right now this whore of a maid has got to earn her money properly, and that means getting her cunt on the receiving end of my prick — all right, darling don't jerk me off, for goodness sake. You can do that as often as you fancy later on."
Mr. Scott pulled away from his daughter and got out of bed. He faced Joan with his powerful prick sticking straight out from his hairy belly. His eyes blazed with hump-lust, glowing as though on the threshold of a violent rape. But if was an awesome sight, Joan showed no sign of fear. Instead she looked quite triumphant, as though she had got the man right where she wanted him. She drew her shoulders back and arched her body so that her full breasts and gorgeous cunt were thrust provocatively forwards, challenging his prick's virility.
With a cry that was almost an animal snarl, he suddenly moved towards her, his hands reaching out to capture her body. But she was ahead of him, and with a swift supple movement she jumped onto the bed, landing on her hands and knees across it. Mr. Scott was momentarily dismayed, but his attitude changed when he saw how the woman was now posed before him on the bed. He was looking straight at the most tempting ass he could recall. Joan's naked asscheeks thrust tantalizingly towards him in indisputable sexual invitation.
He saw the deep cleavage between her smooth round asscheeks, and in the half shaded valley he could see the small, round hole of her anus. Below that cute little asshole, which he was forced to admire, he saw the vivid gash of her superb cunt, gaping wide as she posed with her strong thighs well parted. The lustful man gripped his dick-head in his hand, gloatingly drawing the foreskin back off his shiny wet dick-head. Determinedly he moved up to the bed and placed his big hands on Joan's hips. He then moved his belly closer to her asscheeks and his cock jabbed between the back of her thighs. His rigid prick went straight to the offered vagina, his big cock-head jabbing at her hairy cunt. He licked his lips at the prospect of fucking the servant girl from the ass-ways position like a dog. He always found that position enabled him to get the maximum length of cock up a girl's cunt.
Joan waited until she felt the thick excited dick poking its way into the mouth of her twat. The urge to press back at him and draw the full glory of his prodigious pecker into her horny hole was strong, but not so strong as her urge to have something else.
"What sort of man are you?" she asked him, "putting your prick in there. Can't you see what I'm offering you? Don't you like to fuck assholes? My ass is as nice as any you'll ever find. Can't you see I want you to fuck my ass? I just love to be buggered, to feel a thick strong prick forcing its way right up my asshole!"
She gave a wriggle that sprung his stiff prick out of her cunt. Her hand reached through her legs, caught his thick shaft, and moved it up a couple of inches. If he had doubted her words, her action made it perfectly plain that she wanted a perverted humping for his frantic prick-head was now pressing at the ring of her asshole. "You're crazy, you filthy whore." he gasped, "You've got the loveliest cunt I've seen for a long time, just ripe for fucking, but you, you perverted bitch prefer to use your asshole to receive me. Oh I admit I like it, I've always enjoyed buggery, but I've never met a woman before who has actually asked for it. My cock is as good as the best and I know I can make you perfectly happy by fucking you normally, but if you want me to force my prick into your asshole I'm very willing to oblige."
Patricia could only stare at all this, open-mouthed. The sigh of her father, stripped naked and fully erect, chasing an equally nude woman and frantically attempting to get his cock shoved up her cunt, astounded her. Then, Joan's words amazed her even more. But after that to have heard her father speak the way he did absolutely flabbergasted her. She began to wonder what her mother was like when she was being fucked. Did her parents speak this way to each other? Was her dear sweet mother a horny, sexy whore like mother's sex life, but now she didn't know what Joan? She had never before speculated on to think. She couldn't really imagine her mother, naked, with wide open cunt, mouthing filthy words and begging to be fucked. And as for her father, he was acting like a raging, cunt-crazed animal. But she was thrilled all the same, and a thought came to her mind unbidden. I must try to watch mummy and daddy having a fuck she thought to herself, that would be really exciting. But once more she turned her attention to the scene in front of her. She saw her father struggling behind the maid with admiring eyes how Joan worked her asscheeks against his rampant prick, until her father with a long bestial cry slammed his belly hard against the woman's asshole. Patricia realized that he must have made entry into her rectal hole for Joan, too, uttered a cry of mingled triumph and agony. The magnificent prick pried open the ring of her anus and came plunging demandingly up her asshole. She had to brace her body with all her strength to keep in position, so huge was the cock that had penetrated up her ass and so frenzied was the assault of her reviser.
Patricia gasped as she got closer to watch his dick penetrating, seeing clearly how the thick shaft of male cock slid relentlessly up Joan's asshole. She felt a sympathetic tingling in her own ass as she tried to appreciate what it would be like to have a cock thrusting up inside it. The recollection of how her father's prick had stretched her cunt made her shudder when she thought how much harder it would be to take one up her rectum. But she resolved she was going to try taking a cock up her ass at the first opportunity.
"Patricia, my darling," it was Joan who cried to her. "Quickly, my sweetheart, I need your love. Hurry, precious child, put your lips to my cunt and make me delirious with your kisses. Please, Patricia hurry."
Patricia was surprised, but she discovered she was by no means displeased, at the woman's urging. Her young body was on fire with passion at the sight of her virile father committing a highly stimulating, perverted act with the lovely woman. She knew that she wanted a thrilling outlet.
"Oh, Joan," she cried, hastily moving herself to get underneath the buxom body. "I do Jove you so much and I want to make you happy."
The girl put herself lying between the woman's arms with her head between her parted knees. She looked up at the crouched body and saw the full beauty of the mature cunt close to her father's groin, seeing a man's genitals in close-up for the first time. His huge hairy testicles swung over her face as his thick cock jabbed remorselessly in and out of Joan's incredibly receptive anus.
The young girl had heard of men who took boys' trousers down and did disgusting things with their assholes, but she hadn't realized that a woman could be fucked in the same way — or that a woman would enjoy it, as Joan very obviously did, judging by her incessant moaning.
"My cunt, Patricia, my empty cunt." Joan groaned. "Suck it for me, darling. I want you badly."
The girl at once raised her head and buried her face between Joan's moist cuntlips. Her mouth eagerly found the gaping wet cunt and as she kissed it with open mouth, her tongue stabbed lecherously out to flicker ardently at Joan's erecting stiff clitoris.
The chambermaid held herself exultantly on her hands and knees, her contorted face revealing! the agonies of delight that pervaded her marvelously naked body. Her asshole was fuller than it had ever been before and the man behind her was fucking her with tremendous zest. She felt the strength and size of his cock ripping her anus open and the powerful drive of his rigid shaft right up her passage to the depths of her bowels. She gave her asshole completely with a desire that amazed Mr. Scott. Although a very experienced man, this was the first time he had come across a woman who absolutely delighted in being fucked up her asshole! Up until now he had always been unlucky and had always had to force a woman to do it against her will. Certainly he had never had a woman ask him to do it, and no woman he had buggered, had enjoyed it. His wife always protested and cried when he fucked her up the ass, and one of his secretaries had actually fainted the first time he forced his prick into her asshole. Not that that had saved her, either on that occasion, or subsequently. But he could feel that this woman actually got a thrill out of it. Her buttocks were working marvelously, rotating and wriggling to get the maximum length of cock into her rectum and her asshole relaxed and contracted just like a cunt. Her anal muscles gripped his big cock like a vise, drawing him into her, expelling him, and then drawing him back in a regular rhythm. He felt the luscious cheeks of her ass against his belly as he thrust every last fraction of an inch of his pecker into her. His balls were tight and heavy and slapped against her with every stroke. His fingers pinched her buttocks viciously as he made his violent assault and her increasing pleasurable moaning urged him on to greater force. He became aware of his sweet young daughter with her head below his genitals. He knew she was cunt-lapping the woman and oddly enough it pleased him to think that his own little girl was a pervert too.
Joan felt the deep rooted warnings in her asshole as the man's cock approached his climax. And in sympathy the girl's feverish sucking and licking of her cunt roused her to the brink of ecstasy. She held herself steady, her cunt tingling blissfully right on the edge of her orgasm, waiting for the man to explode. When it came it was fantastic, the colossal cock kicking like a shot gun up her ass, the hot sticky spunk gushing out of his enlarged dick and spurting in big blobs into her all the way up her hole.
She cried out, for there was pain as well as joy, but then she gave all her passion to Patricia, her generous cunt opened wide on the girl's mouth, and her flickering clitoris moved on the licking tongue. She moaned and heaved achieving a wonderful orgasm, ejaculating her sticky cunt-juice into Patricia's welcoming mouth. The girl received the woman's spend with joy, knowing what pleasure that it meant for the woman she loved, knowledge confirmed by the convulsions of the naked bush and belly above her, and the twitching of the inner parts of the tasty vagina. She was aware too of the pleasure that her father felt, for she could feel his violent ejaculation as his virile prick was thrust to the hilt up Joan's asshole.
Mr. Scott reluctantly dragged his still hard cock out of Joan's ass, getting a further thrill just from looking down and seeing his fat shaft sliding from such an attractive, feminine ass. He saw that his daughter was also watching the withdrawal, eyes wide with wonder that such a huge vigorous dick should be able to enter such a small rectum. He was ready to relax now. But to his amazement the woman now urged him to lie down on the bed. Ready to agree to anything, he got onto the bed and lay beside her.
"We have had our bit of fun, Mr. Scott," Joan said calmly. "But your charming daughter is in urgent need of her most natural fulfillment."
"But I — you know that — " the man indignantly stammered and was unable to complete his objections but then he leered at his child and drew courage from the remembrance that she had handled him first. "I fucked her good and hard and she's got a cunt full of my spunk to show for it."
Joan took his head in her hands and drew it towards the girl's cunt.
"Certainly you fucked her, you dirty devil, your cock didn't care whose cunt it was screwing. But your daughter is a healthy child, hot with the desire of teen-age twat, and her real passion is for me and my kissing. You understand? A man with a cock as big as yours can give her kicks, but real pleasure she can only get from me. Now you teach her what it's like to cock-suck a grown man, while I make her really wriggle."
And in front of the girl's startled father, Joan lowered her head between Patricia's splayed legs and put her face to the charming open slit, then poked out her red tongue before sending it probing up and down the length of the juicy young gash. Although Patricia was new to this kind of orgiastic sex, she was now eager to soak herself in every perverted fuck-activity she could discover. She knew that soon the tingling that Joan now provoked in her cunt would be worked up to the most thrilling climax, so she was keen to sample the tit-bits Joan had suggested.
She reached out to get hold of her father's cock, taking the paternal penis in her small hand and rubbing it mischievously. Mr. Scott looked at his naughty daughter and she opened her kiss-able mouth in frank invitation to him. As she jerked him off he felt the inevitable lust for her, and as the lesbian was making love to the girl's twitching cunt, he moved his belly steadily towards her face. He liked being sucked off, his wife being very good at it. But usually she would not completely suck him off as she did not want his hot sperm in her mouth, but would only harden him up for a further fuck. He liked to fuck a girl's mouth, all the way so she got his spunk, especially when they choked on it trying to swallow it. Some girl's leaned over him and sucked him, while others reversed themselves on top of him so that he could explore their steaming cunts with his mouth as they sucked. But with Joan going steady at Patricia's cunt, he had to straddle the girl crosswise and aim his cock down at her mouth.
Patricia's cunt was burning with passion as Joan cunt-lapped her with love and desire. She looked closely at her father's prick and drew it to her mouth.
"Daddy, darling," she sobbed, "I adore your wonderful big cock and I want to have it in my mouth. And darling daddy, I want to have your sperm in my mouth and swallow it. Does mummy do it to you, and swallow the lovely oozing juice that she usually has in her cunt. Daddy, my love, my man, my cock!"
And she pulled the huge penis between her parted red lips and sucked the bared knob deep inside her mouth. His cock seemed to fill her mouth, almost choked her as he nervously pushed it into her gullet. She held it with her lips and flattened her tongue on it. Then she sucked it like a lollipop as he began a rocking movement to and fro just as if he were fucking her in her mouth.
He was in ecstasy, working his prick in and out of her sensuous mouth, fucking her face. But his big thrill was the fact that his own dear little daughter was a lovely sexual pervert like himself. She had all her mother's sexual beauty and a filthy mind to go with it. He fucked her mouth vigorously and Patricia loved it. She absolutely adored the intimacy of having a good strong prick in her mouth. And all the time she had between her hot thighs the darling servant, licking her cunt and cunt-lapping her to paradise. She twitched and writhed as the experienced tongue roused her to a frenzy of desire. She felt herself beginning to come in the most exquisite orgasm she had ever known.
Patricia felt the most incredible stabs of pleasure in her cunt as Joan sucked her off. Her belly went taut, her legs were thrust out, and her voluptuous ass quivered violently on the bed. Inside her cunt she felt the beginnings of a second thrilling orgasm as Joan continued to suck her cuntlips and clitoris. She bucked and jerked and gave her juice to Joan's mouth, spending and dribbling her vaginal secretions incessantly.
Her passion also expressed itself in her mouth and she sucked her father's cock so lustfully that he had no option but to spurt off. He plunged his excited penis as far into her mouth as it would go, then he jerked at her repeatedly and every time shot out a load of fertile sperm, thick creamy spend that spurted into Patricia's throat, compelling her to swallow it.
"Patricia, my love," he cried out. "I don't mind you loving other girls if you'll always do this to me."
And the three of them had to collapse on the bed with frigging exhaustion and take a rest. But only for a little while!
PART THREE
Mrs. Molly Van Gossen fucked out and completely exhausted four husbands and had divorced them all in turn. She came from a wealthy family and all her husbands' had been rich men so all her life there had been nothing material she had to go short of. Her parents had owned large estates and were breeders of thoroughbred race horses among other things. On their death together in a plane crash they had left to their only child Molly, a vast sum of money. In addition to this, her four husbands had all provided her with rich cash settlements. As soon as she had got rid of the last inadequate husband, Molly decided that she had experienced enough matrimonial adventures and now she wanted to enjoy her wealth and her complete independence. She decided first of all to buy a very luxurious penthouse in the heart of fashionable London as a general headquarters, a cottage in the country, and a small villa in the south of France just outside Nice. She spent about six months arranging all this and then went on an elaborate cruise around the world.
As money was no object to her she quickly secured all she wanted in the way of property and furnished it all luxuriously with every modern labor saving gadget, even to the extent of having a small movie theater built in her penthouse. Molly had always been as indolent and sensual as a well-fed cat in her inherent love of sheer luxury. At thirty-five she was a fine handsome female with a magnificent figure, which her partiality for the good things of life had rendered somewhat plump. But her height carried the well-rounded fullness, and it only added to her voluptuous beauty. She was a natural blonde with a particularly soft, creamy skin which her expensive clothes were specially designed to emphasize to the fullest advantage.
But Molly's imposing exterior and calm manner hid the inner character of an insatiable hump-mad pervert, and this, together with her taste for luxury and good clothes, she had inherited from her mother.
Molly remembered, even as a small girl, that she and her beautiful mother were incessantly on the look-out for sexually stimulating sights on their frequent walks round the stables and paddocks of their stud farm. They would make their way down to the secluded paddocks which contained the fine stallions in the hope of seeing something of interest. And more often than not they would be able to gaze upon the stirring sight of a fine big-knobbed mottled pink horse-cock fully extended from its sheath, and swinging loose under the animal's belly. Both mother and daughter were fascinated by the massiveness of the great tube of naked prick which slowly extended down to its full length, and concealed themselves to gaze upon it in secret.
Molly was precocious and far advanced for her years, and she was the flesh and blood of her lascivious mother. Her mother was aware of this and she knew that the secrets they shared would be safe with her young daughter. Molly soon began to ask questions about the things they had seen together and her mother willingly gave her detailed descriptions of fuck matters which were much appreciated by the young Molly. She remembered on one occasion they came to a paddock where a stallion was running with some mares. It was a far paddock and they were able to hide themselves in some convenient bushes to watch the animals.
On this memorable occasion they were in luck, for an exciting performance took place a matter of a few feet away from their hiding place. An excited mare had her hindquarters towards them with her tail cocked high and she was frantically flashing open the big thick lips of her juicy vagina while the equally excited stallion was greedily nosing and licking at the mare's swollen cunt. The fine stallion was trembling with lust. His penis was fully extended and kept thumping up against the underside of his belly like an iron rod, in spasmodic jerks. Little Molly was thrilled to bits and could not take her eyes away from the magnificent thick shaft of horse-cock.
"Ooooh, Mummy, look!" she cried with delight, "Look at his lovely big thing!"
Her mother felt a thrill of eager anticipation run through her body as she replied.
"Yes, Molly dear, isn't it a beauty? But you know I've told you it is called a prick or a cock ... and those are the secret and exciting names for it. Now ... watch closely and see him rear up on the mare's back to stick his lovely prick up her big cunt to fuck her! Look! Quick! There he goes, right up, with his forelegs around her body ... and ... aah ... yes ... his lovely hard prick has found her wet juicy cunt ... and look ... see his great shaft sliding in between the mare's moist lips ... see? Now watch him work it to and fro inside her cunt to fuck her!" As if to illustrate how much the sight thrilled her, Molly's mother pulled up the front of her skirt and inserted her hand between her parted thighs to rub her own cuntlips voluptuously as she greedily watched the proceedings.
Little Molly was quick to notice the strange activity of her mother and she asked her about it.
"Ooooh ... I'm ... I'm ... rubbing my cunt ... to make it ... feel nice! I'm frigging my cunt, it's lovely! Just wait till ... till ... I finish myself off, Molly ... and then I'll show ... you how to make yourself ... feel good with your fingers ... so you can frig yourself! Ooooh, just look at the speed of ... of that horse's cock working in that juicy big cunt now! Look at it! Aaaah ... fuck ... he's ... he's going to come! And so am I! Aaaahh!"
Molly sensed the electrifying intensity of the atmosphere while she divided her eager attentions between the stallion's final jabs at the mare's cunt, and her mother's quick jogging hand between her cunny and her oddly twitching body, which finally relaxed with a happy sigh.
Then Molly eagerly raised her own skirt while her mother pulled off her small panties. "Now," she said as she knelt down in front of her daughter, "This fat little slit down here is your cunt, Molly darling, and if you rub it between the lips here where my finger is now ... it'll make you feel lovely. Aaaah! That feels nice when I rub it like that with my finger, doesn't it? I'll start you off with my finger and then I'll show you how to carry on with your own and finish it off till you make yourself come. You'll love it darling!"
And so with the assistance of her beautiful and affectionate mother, little Molly had her first orgasm, and it thrilled her through and through. In the days that followed nobody could have wished for a more attentive and apt pupil in the art of masturbation than young Molly. Her little hand was up the short leg of her panties at every opportunity, and at night in bed she rubbed her responsive young cunt till she fell asleep tired out.
One night, when her mother had come into her room to say good night, Molly impulsively flung her arms around her mother's neck and kissed her passionately. "Oh, Mummy darling!" she cried, "I love you for showing me how to frig my cunt! It's so wonderful, and I seem to enjoy it more and more every time!"
Her mother smiled affectionately. "Don't we all!" she said. "And you are like me, Molly dear, you'll have to give your naughty cunt lots and lots of frigging all the time!" And her words were based upon years and years of experience of all kinds of sexual adventures.
Then there was another occasion which Molly remembered with pleasure, because it marked another first time in her life. One afternoon when she and her mother were out on one of their daily rambles when they came across the young son of one of the grooms. He was a well-built lad of sixteen and he possessed a young cock which was equal to the gigantic pecker of his father. Molly and her mother came across young Sammy behind the stables with his stiff prick sticking out of his open fly while he masturbated himself.
The young boy was so fully engrossed in his absorbing task that he didn't hear Molly and her mother approach, and they were able to stand and watch his hand flying up and down the rigid length of his cock for some time. And they were a most appreciative audience.
Then the woman suddenly crept up behind the frigging young man and flung her arms around him to pin his hands to his sides. Then she turned to her daughter and said, "There's a lovely, stiff thing for you play with, Molly. Put your fingers around it and jerk it off, dear, just like Sammy was doing. That's it, slide your hand up and down ... fast ... as you saw him doing, Aaah that's fine, darling, you're jerking him off like a real expert. Faster, faster, make him come!"
And while her mother held Sammy prisoner Molly jerked his prick frantically with her small but skillful hand until, to her immense delight, it spurted out jets of thick white cream on the grass in front of them.
Sammy quickly turned his dripping cock into his trousers and did up his fly. He was no fool and he intended to keep his mouth shut about the incident for his own sake. And besides little Molly had a nice touch and he had enjoyed being jerked off by her soft hand.
When Sammy had run off round to the stables to continue his interrupted work, Molly turned to her mother with bright eyes and exclaimed, "That was nice, Mummy, I liked rubbing his prick and watching all that creamy stuff shoot out."
Her mother stooped and kissed her daughter proudly, "And you jerked him off really well, my dear." she replied, "And it is exciting when you rub fast and make the lovely spunk spurt out, isn't it? I've always loved to see it jerking out from a stiff prick in great hot creamy dollops. I enjoyed watching .that, Molly darling, and now in return I shall give you a treat. Sammy's father has a really huge prick and I get him to fuck me with it sometimes. Next time he does it you can hide and watch us in the stable where we usually go. Would you like that?"
"Oooh yes, Mummy dear, that will be exciting, to watch him put his prick in your cunt, just like we saw that stallion fuck that mare And while I'm watching I can frig my own cunt! But when I get a fuck I want to have a lovely fat prick of a stallion up my cunt!"
Her mother laughed as she relished the thought of her daughter. "Ah," she replied, "I've often thought how wonderful that would be ... a stallion's fine dick frigging away right up my greedy cunt, how marvelous! If only it was possible."
And she sighed as she moved off with her little daughter.
The following week Molly was able to watch her mother being fucked by Sammy's father. Molly secreted herself carefully before her mother and the older Sam came in. She had already removed her panties in anticipation and was rubbing her cuntlips expectantly when her mother and Sam came in.
At once Sam clasped his huge hairy arms around her and started to kiss and hug her. The man was very rough and treated the woman harshly, but she was obviously used to this sort of treatment, and in fact relished it. Sam wasted no time in removing her clothes and Molly was treated to the sight of her mother's magnificent voluptuous body, nude in the arms of a workman. Sam contemptuously opened his fly and pulled his huge cock, out, not bothering to take his trousers off. He pushed Molly's mother down on some straw, and she fell with her plump thighs well parted. Molly stared avidly at her mother's completely exposed hairy cunt, and gasped when she saw Sam's huge cock easily swallowed up by it in one gulp. Quickly she rubbed her own twat-lips, trying to keep in time to the rhythm of the fornicating couple. Her mother moaned as Sam drove his thick shaft relentlessly into her cunt, and Molly sighed as she energetically rubbed her own youthful cunt.
The couple on the floor were soon threshing wildly and Molly heard her mother cry out, "Oh, you bastard, you filthy fucking bastard, I'm coming ... aaahh ... aaah." The man redoubled his efforts and soon jerked spasmodically as he shot his thick load of hot sperm right up her greedy cunt.
Molly felt herself coming and gripped her hand tightly with her thighs as she achieved her own orgasm.
Sam didn't waste any time once he had shot his load, but got up off the woman's body, casually zipped up his trousers, and walked away without saying anything. As soon as he had gone, Molly revealed herself to her mother, who was still lying down, panting and recovering from her strenuous hump-exertions.
"Mummy darling," exclaimed the delighted child, "That was marvelous watching that man fuck you, and I had a marvelous come myself."
Her mother smiled contentedly, "That's good," she murmured. "And we'll have lots more fun together. There's lots of things you have to learn yet."
"Thank you, Mummy, I do love you so much," and she impulsively kissed her mother.
And so it was that Molly spent the happy years of her childhood with the loving security of her secret intimacy with her adored and beautiful mother.
When she reached her teens, her mother carefully instructed her how to enjoy fucks from many types of pricks with the minimum risk of dire consequences to herself. Molly eagerly sampled them all, in every shade of color and size, but like her mother had found, none of them lasted nearly long enough to satisfy her insatiable craving.
When she was finally engaged to be married to her first husband she anticipated that at last she would be sexually satisfied. But again poor Molly was doomed to disappointment. From the time of her honeymoon the couple were continually at sexual loggerheads. The poor husband was a physical wreck by- the time they returned, so demanding had the yearnings of Molly's hot twat been. After a few months she realized that her husband could never satisfy her cunt completely and she began to take lovers. She just felt that she needed plenty of additional prick. Her husband soon found out about this, and although he was glad at first that other men could help to take her off his hands, the situation became so intolerable that he asked her for a divorce.
Then she married a more virile man with a large promising penis. But very soon the same sexual frustration occurred and she was compelled to ease the incessant craving in her cunt with her own fingers, in spite of the fact that she was letting up to half a dozen different men a day have the use of her vagina. Her third husband Molly nearly killed in her frantic efforts to obtain cunt-satisfaction and the exhausted man was only too glad to provide her with a divorce. The fourth marriage went the same way as the others, and so Molly continued her search for new thrills and the ever-eluding satisfaction for which she craved.
The demands of her avid cunt seemed to be quite insatiable. With the years of constant friction which she had applied to it, her pussy had assumed enormous proportions and sensitivity. The slightest touch was sufficient to make her thick cuntlips spread wide open like some monstrous flower, and the juice that flowed from it like a stream. Molly had removed all her bush hair from the massive contours of her amazing cunt so that she could gaze at its close reflection in the mirror before she started to rub it up. She spent many happy hours in this exciting inspection of her intimate twat and she delighted in every spasmodic movement of each mound and wrinkle as it swelled up to full glory.
To experience any sort of relief it was necessary for her to have at least twenty orgasms in a day, and sometimes even more. There were just not enough men to go round, for the ones who knew her well shied away from her, and the others' cocks were soon exhausted. So continually she had to rely on masturbation. Her orgasms seemed to increase with the years and the first one of the evening spurted out her thick creamy come with almost the power and abundance of spunk from a male penis. Molly was delighted and fascinated by it.
She was constantly on the look-out for new methods of sexual stimulation and fresh thrills for her salacious cunt. During her world cruise, preparatory to taking up residence in her new penthouse she went to Buenos Aires and found much to interest her. There was one good looking man she met at a party who buggered her asshole most delightfully when they were both a little drunk and whom she later sucked off. Molly had always got a lot of pleasure from these two activities, and she regretted that all her former husbands' had not delighted in them the same way she had. The handsome, swarthy South American who became her main lover while she was there, was the only man who had ever aroused the slightest spark of sexual response in Milly. She visited him regularly in his luxury flat and admired his wonderful collection of erotic books, photographs, films, and various items such as whips, dildoes, etc.
One night, he tied her up, whipped her almost senseless, fucked her, buggered her, and then made her suck him off while she was still only half conscious, having first stuck one huge dildo in her cunt and another up her asshole. This experience she enjoyed, but she was not completely satisfied, and also had enough sense to realize that she couldn't indulge herself like that continually without killing herself.
She also prostituted herself in a local whorehouse for three days. She lay naked on a bed in a small room for the whole three days without getting up except to piss, and took on any man who came. The word soon got around the docks that there was a rich woman who was prepared to let anybody fuck her and a dozen men were always waiting to avail themselves of the privilege of shoving their cocks up her cunt. She had all kinds of pricks, all sizes and all nationalities and colors. Over five hundred men fucked her during this time, and by the time Molly released herself from herself imposed ordeal, she was sexually replete for the first time in her life.
But even then, the feeling did not last for long. She went to bed for twenty-four hours after this incident and slept without the slightest desire to masturbate, or to go out and look for another fucker. But the following afternoon her insatiable cunt itched again and she was forced to relieve herself with her fingers before going to her lover's flat for another good fucking. The erotica and various sex objects that her lover owned interested the lascivious Molly very much. She had heard about such things but had never had such an excellent opportunity of obtaining them for herself. She discovered that he was a very prosperous dealer in these commodities and she bought from him a comprehensive collection of books photographs and films, as well as a number of whips and dildos.
It was shortly after this that Molly decided to cut short her trip and return to England. She took her new collection with her and was able to get it through the customs quite safely. All the decoration and furnishing of her new magnificent penthouse in Mayfair had been completed and Molly was at last settled in her new home.
To begin with, Molly was on her own, with the exception of two daily women who came in to do the cleaning. These women left at about four o'clock and from then on Molly was left undisturbed. She often stayed in for days on end, and if she was in the evening, after she had prepared and eaten a meal, Molly usually undressed and sprawled stark naked on one of the comfortable settees to enjoy one of the thrilling purchases which she had made in Buenos Aires. It was in one of the books that Molly read about a woman, with an avid, insatiable cunt like hers, who trained small dogs to lick it for her and she derived much pleasure from this practice. Molly was thrilled with the idea and decided to try it for herself. The next day she went to a large pet shop and bought a young Pekingese dog. He was an intelligent animal and rather expensive. That evening, as soon as the two cleaning women had left, Molly lay down on the big settee and presented her large, naked cunt to the dog.
He sniffed it with considerable interest and when Molly rubbed it with her fingers to make the juice flow, the excited animal began to lick avidly at her moist cuntlips. It was obvious that the little dog was greatly excited, and Molly lay back on the cushions to enjoy the swift movements of his pink tongue. The results were to her liking and she heartily agreed with the woman in the book that it was a delightful pleasure. Molly already possessed a large black cat and one night, when the Pekinese was busily licking the savory cunt of his mistress, she showed great interest in the proceedings. When the dog's tongue eventually grew tired and he moved away from his position between Molly's thighs, the cat immediately took his place and began to lick greedily the cunt-cream from her large open cunthole.
Molly was in ecstasy, for the cat's tongue was rough and provided a wonderful friction against the appreciative clitoris of her twat. And the cat kept on far longer. She provided her delighted mistress with three times more powerful orgasms. The lovely cream which oozed so abundantly was evidently to the liking of the large black cat and Molly was pleased to find that her two pets were going to be so useful to her in the future.
The next addition that Molly made to her establishment was a servant. She had always been used to being well looked after by a large staff, and she decided that she wanted a personal ladies' maid to live in with her. But for obvious reasons she wanted exactly the right kind of girl for these trustworthy duties.
She advertised in several papers and one of the first girls that she interviewed was the very one who was destined to alter the whole course of her life. The girl rang up to make an appointment and Molly liked the rather soft and husky tone of the low-pitched voice. It sounded sexy and Molly liked sexy people around her. She made an appointment for the girl to come round and see her that very evening.