‘Oh-h-h!’ moaned Lady Betty with evident heartfelt relief as she turned her head unconsciously towards us, her eyes half-closed, her lips slightly parted.
The three girls gloatingly watched her in silence while I soothed poor Molly; and, before long, both Lady Betty and her daughter regained comparative command of themselves.
I intercepted an interrogating glance from Lady Betty to her daughter as if seeking to learn what had happened to the latter. I thought it as well to answer. ‘Molly is all right, Lady Betty. She was so interested in watching you that I haven’t done more than play with her breasts; but now that you are going to have a rest and can watch her, we’ll proceed!’ I slid my hand down to Molly’s virgin cunt!
‘Oh!’ the girl shrieked, utterly upset by the sensation of a male hand on her tender organ.
‘No, Jack, don’t!’ cried Lady Betty, again horrified at the sight of Molly’s distress. Promptly the three girls crowded ’round me to watch Molly, taking care not to interfere with Lady Betty’s view of her daughter.
‘Oh, don’t Jack!’ Molly again shrieked as she felt my fingers begin to wander inquisitively over her cunt, feeling, pressing, stroking, and caressing it tenderly but deliberately and rousing sensations in her that frightened her by their half-pleasant nature.
‘Don’t be afraid darling!’ cooed Connie. ‘You’ll like it presently!’ I continued my sweet investigations and explorations, my fingers moving gently all over Molly’s private parts, playing with her silky hairs, stroking her cunt’s throbbing lips. As she became calmer and submitted herself more quietly to having her cunt felt, I tenderly tested her for virginity by slowly and gently pushing my finger into her. ‘Stop, Jack!’ she cried agitatedly. ‘Oh, stop! You’re hurting me!’ her face crimson with shame, for it was evident to her what my object was! I smiled congratulatingly at Lady Betty, whose eyes never left Molly in her maternal anxiety and distress. ‘I congratulate you, your Ladyship,’ I said.
‘Your daughter is a virgin, and as I haven’t had a virgin for some time, I’m all the more obliged to you for allowing me this opportunity and the privilege of taking Molly’s sweet maidenhead.’
‘No, no! Oh, Mother!’ cried Molly in terrible distress, while her mother, now knowing that remonstrances would be to no avail, moaned heartbrokenly, ‘Oh, Jack! How can you be so cruel?’
Suddenly, Molly seemed to be seized with a fit of desperation. ‘You shan’t have me! Oh, you brute! You coward! You shan’t have me!’ she shrieked as she frantically struggled to break loose. ‘Oh, oh, Molly,’ I said chidingly.
‘What a naughty temper, darling.’
‘Let me loose, you beast!’ she cried, making another furious struggle. ‘You shan’t have me! I won’t let you, you beast!’ she hissed. ‘Leave me alone! Take your hand away, you cruel lustful brute! Oh! Oh!’ she shrieked, as again I forced my finger into her cunt and began to agitate it gently. ‘Help, mother,’ she yelled, again struggling desperately. ‘Oh! Jack! Do stop! Oh, you’re hurting me,’ she pleaded as she relapsed into her usual mood.
I nodded to Connie who at once came up. ‘Get a feather, dear, we must punish Molly. You can tickle her cunt; it will perhaps cure her temper.’
Quickly and in huge delight, Alice handed Connie a sharp-pointed feather.
‘No, no, Mrs. Blunt, don’t tickle me!’ she cried in terror as the recollection of her mother’s agony flashed through her mind. But Connie was now on her knees before us, and with a smile of delight, she applied the feather to Molly’s tender cunt! ‘Oh, my God!’ shrieked Molly.
‘Jack, don’t!’ cried Lady Betty, appreciating from her recent experience what her daughter must be feeling.
‘Stop, Mrs. Blunt—Mrs. Blunt, do stop! Oh, my God, I can’t stand it! Oh, Mrs. Blunt! Dear Mrs. Blunt! Stop it. Stop! I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you like, Jack! You can have me, Jack! Oh, Mrs. Blunt! Mrs. Blunt!’ shrieked Molly, mad with the awful tickling she was getting.
‘Stop for a moment, Connie,’ I said. With a tender forefinger, I soothed and caressed Molly’s tortured and irritated cunt till the girl was herself again.
‘Now, Molly,’ I said gravely, ‘of your own free will, you’ve declared that you’ll be good, that you’ll do anything I want, and that you’ll let me have you. You were rather excited at the time; what do you say now?’
Molly shivered. ‘Oh, Jack,’ she stammered, ‘I’ll be good—but . . . but . . . I can’t do the rest!’
‘Go on, Connie,’ I said briefly.
‘No, no, Jack, not again!’ cried Molly, but the feather was now being again applied to her cunt—only this time I pulled its lips apart so that Connie could tickle Molly’s delicately sensitive interior, which she gleefully did.
Molly’s screams and struggles now began to be something fearful, and poor Lady Betty, horror-stricken at the sight of her daughter’s agony, cried, ‘Promise everything darling, you’ll have to submit!’
‘Yes, Jack! I’ll submit! I’ll do it all! Oh, stop, stop, Mrs. Blunt! I can’t stand it any longer!’ shrieked Molly.
Again I stopped Connie and soothed Molly’s cunt with a loving finger, and when she had regained her self-control, I said, ‘Molly, there must be no mistake. You’ll have to do whatever I tell you, whether it be to yourself, or to me, or to any of the girls, or even to your mother. Do you promise?’
‘Yes, Jack, yes!’ she gasped brokenly. Quickly the girls set her free and she fell half-fainting off my knees into Connie’s arms, whose caresses and kisses soon restored her.
By now we all were in a terrible state of sexual excitement. Connie was absorbed with Molly, but Alice and Fanny were casting hungry glances towards Lady Betty as she lay on her back with widely parted legs, invitingly provocative. I could hardly contain my lust, but to fuck Lady Betty now would be to spoil her for the girls, so I decided to let them have her Ladyship first. Quickly I lengthened the bench on which she was fastened down by adding the other half. Bending over the agitated woman, I said with a cruel smile, ‘Now, Lady Betty, we’re all going to have you in turn, Alice first!’
‘Oh, my God, no! No!’ she screamed, but Alice was already on her, and Lady Betty felt herself gripped by Alice’s strong young arms as she arranged herself on her, so that her cunt pressed against Lady Betty’s fat, hairy organ, and then slowly began the delirious rubbing process which she loved, but which was new to Lady Betty, for, woman of the world though she was, she had never been fucked by one of her own sex.
It was delicious to watch her in Alice’s arms, utterly helpless, forced to lend her cunt to satisfy Alice’s lust. Her color went and came, she began to catch her breath, her eyes shot wavering glances at us—especially at her daughter, who, seated on Connie’s knees, was watching her mother with undisguised astonishment, blushing furiously as Connie in loving whispers and with busy fingers made her understand all that was happening. Soon she began to feel the approach of love’s ecstasy as Alice agitated herself more and more quickly against Lady Betty’s cunt. Soon Lady Betty surrendered herself to her sexual impulses, now fully aroused by the exciting friction communicated to her by Alice’s cunt, and began to jerk herself upwards wildly as if to meet Alice’s downward thrusting. Her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted as the spasm of ecstasy thrilled through her and Alice simultaneously. Alice quivered deliciously as she hugged Lady Betty to herself frantically, caught up in the raptures of spending! Presently the spasmodic thrills ceased. Slowly Alice rose, her eyes still humid with the pleasure she had tasted on Lady Betty, who lay motionless and only half-conscious, absorbed in her sensations. Mutely I invited Connie to take Alice’s place, and before Lady Betty quite knew what was happening, she found herself in Connie’s embrace.
‘Oh, please don’t, Mrs. Blunt!’ she ejaculated, flushing hotly as she felt Connie’s cunt against hers and the exciting friction again commencing.
Connie was evidently very much wor
ked up, and she confessed afterwards that the consciousness that she was fucking Molly’s mother in Molly’s presence sent her into a feverish heat. She plunged furiously on Lady Betty as she frenziedly rubbed her cunt against hers, Lady Betty’s hairy tract intensifying the delicious friction till both were overtaken by the ecstatic crisis, Connie spending with divine tremors and evident rapture.
As she rose, I nodded to Fanny, who by now was just mad with desire. Like a panther, she threw herself on Lady Betty, who had hardly recovered from the spend provoked by Connie. Fiercely she clasped Lady Betty to her and began to rub her cunt furiously against Lady Betty’s now moist organ. ‘Don’t, Fanny, don’t!’ cried Lady Betty, utterly helpless in Fanny’s powerful grip and half alarmed by Fanny’s delirious onslaught, but Fanny was now in the full tide of her sexual pleasure and reveling in the satisfaction of her imperious desire by means of Lady Betty’s voluptuous body. With fast increasing impatience to taste the joys of the sweet consummation of her lustful passions, she agitated herself frenziedly on Lady Betty’s responsive cunt until the rapturous moment arrived, then spent madly, showering hot kisses on Lady Betty’s flushed cheeks as she felt her quiver under her in the involuntary thrills of her third spending! As Fanny rose, the girls looked significantly at me, evidently expecting to see me seize Lady Betty and fuck her, but I had something else in my mind.
‘Sponge and freshen Lady Betty, Fanny,’ I said quietly, and quickly the traces of her three fuckings were removed, the operation affording Lady Betty a little time in which to recover herself.
‘Now, Molly, fuck your mother, dear!’ I said.
She looked at me as if she could not believe her ears, then turned to Connie as if seeking confirmation, noting as she did so the look of delightful anticipation on the faces of her companions.
Connie rose to the occasion. ‘Yes, darling,’ she said soothingly as she gently pushed Molly towards Lady Betty, ‘go and get your first taste of the pleasures of love from your mother’s cunt!’
‘Oh Mrs. Blunt, I couldn’t! It’s too horrible!’ cried Molly aghast, while Lady Betty, utterly shocked at the idea of being submitted to her own daughter’s embraces, frenziedly cried, ‘No, no!’
‘Come along, Molly,’ I said as I pointed to her mother. ‘Come along—remember your promise!’
‘Oh Jack, no, no, it’s too horrible!’ she cried as she buried her face in her hands, shuddering at the idea.
I took her gently but firmly by her shoulders and pushed her towards the bench on which her mother lay in terrible distress. ‘Now, Molly, please understand that you’ve got to have your mother,’ I said sternly. ‘If you won’t live up to your promise, we’ll tie you onto her and whip your bottom till your movements on and against her make her spend!’
‘Oh, my God!’ she moaned, then breaking from me, she threw herself on her knees by her mother and cried agitatedly as she kissed her. ‘Oh, Mother darling, what shall I do?’
Lady Betty’s face became a lovely study of maternal love contending with personal predilections. For a moment she was silent, then she murmured faintly, ‘Come, darling.’
Slowly poor Molly rose. Unwillingly she placed herself between Lady Betty’s legs, then gently let herself down on her and took her helpless mother in her arms, then lay still as if reluctant to begin her repugnant task.
‘Just see that Molly has placed herself properly, Connie!’ I said, and delightedly Connie arranged Molly so that her cunt rested on her mother’s, Fanny and Alice at the same time arranging Lady Betty’s breasts so that her daughter should rest hers on them.
‘Now she’s fine, Jack,’ cried Connie excitedly. ‘Now, my pet, fuck Mummy!’
Unwillingly, Molly complied. Slowly and gently she agitated herself on her mother, cheek to cheek, breast to breast, cunt to cunt. Presently she began to move herself faster. Her sexual passions seemed to begin to dominate her. She clasped her mother closely to her as she strenuously worked her cunt against Lady Betty’s, rubbing harder and harder, more and more wildly till the ecstatic climax arrived with an indescribable ejaculation of ‘Oh-h-h, mother! Oh-h-h!’ She spent on her mother’s cunt in delicious transports, Lady Betty’s quivers under Molly showing that she too was spending! In admiring silence we watched the unusual spectacle of a mother and daughter spending in each other’s arms till their thrillings and involuntary tremors died away. Then Molly seemed suddenly to remember where she was. Slowly she raised her face from against her mother’s cheek where it had rested while she was absorbed in the bliss of her spending, and wailed, ‘Oh, Mother, forgive me! I couldn’t help it! They made me do it!’ And she passionately kissed her. Lady Betty, who had kept her eyes closed while her daughter was fucking her, now opened them and, with a look of infinite love, she put her lips up as if inviting a kiss. Passionately Molly pressed hers on them, and for a few moments, mother and daughter showered kisses on each other, a sight which drove my already over-excited self into an absolute fury of lust. Hardly knowing what I was doing, I seized Molly, pulled her off her mother, and pushed her into Connie’s arms. I threw myself on Lady Betty, and with one excited stroke, I drove my prick right up her cunt as I madly gripped her luscious, voluptuous body in my arms and clasped her tightly to me.
‘Oh-h-h!’ she shrieked as she struggled wildly under me, her cunt smarting with the sudden distention caused by the violent entrance of my rampantly stiff organ into it. ‘No, no, Jack! Don’t have me!’ she cried as she felt herself being genuinely fucked. I heeded nothing but my imperious desires and rammed madly into her, reveling in the contact with her magnificent flesh and the delicious warmth of her excited cunt, inflamed as it was by the four girl-fuckings she had just received, which however, had not exhausted her love-juice, for I felt her spend as my prick raged wildly up and down her already well-lubricated cunt. Clenching my teeth in my desperate attempts to restrain the outpouring of my lust, and to prolong the heavenly pleasure I was tasting, I continued to fuck Lady Betty madly, her quivers and tremors and inarticulate ejaculations along with her voluptuous movements under me, telling me that her animal passions now had control over her and that she had abandoned herself absolutely to the gratification of her aroused lust. But soon I could no longer control myself. I felt Lady Betty spend again with delicious thrills, inundating my excited prick with her hot love-juice. This broke down all my resistance. Wildly I rammed into her till our hairs intertwined. Clutching her against me in a frenzy of rapture, I spent madly into her, flooding her interior with my boiling essence, she ejaculating brokenly, ‘Ah! Ah! Ah!’ as she felt the jets of my discharge shoot into her.
When she came to, she found herself still lying under me and clasped in my arms, my prick still lodged in her cunt, for I was loathe to leave such delicious armfuls. The storm of lust that overwhelmed her had died away with the last quivers of her ecstasy, and she was only conscious of the appalling fact that she had been forcibly outraged. In an agony of grief and shame she wailed, ‘Oh, Jack, what have you done?’ her eyes full of anguish.
‘I’ve only fucked you, dear Lady Betty!’ I replied with a cruel smile. ‘And I found you so delicious, that after I’ve taken your daughter’s maidenhead, I’ll have you again!’ I laughed delightedly at the look of horror that came into her eyes, then continued, ‘Molly must now amuse us while you rest and recover yourself sufficiently to allow you to endure the further tortures and outrages we’ve arranged for your amusement—and ours!’ And with this appalling intimation, I rose off Lady Betty, unfastened her, and made her over to Alice and Fanny to be sponged and refreshed while I went off to my alcove for a similar purpose.
When I returned after a few minutes, I found Lady Betty in the fateful armchair with Molly’s arms around her, the girls having allowed mother and daughter a little time to themselves. Connie eagerly advanced to meet me, asking excitedly, ‘What now, Jack?’
‘Would you like to fuck Molly now, dear?’ I asked with a smile.
‘Oh, yes! Please let me, Jack! I’m dying to have her,’ she exclaimed, blushing slightly at her own vehemence.
‘Very, well,’ I replied, ‘but don’t take too much out of her just now. I’ll violate her as soon as I’m myself again, and then we’ll just work them both for all we can. Do you approve, dears?’ I asked, turning to Alice and Fanny.
They both nodded delightedly. ‘Jack, please turn Lady Betty over to Fanny and me. Connie wants Molly left to her, and you can fuck them both whenever you wish. We want to do the torturing!’ said Alice softly, looking coaxingly at me.
‘Just as you please, dears,’ I said with a smile, distinctly pleased with the arrangements and delighted to find the girls so keen on exercising their refined cruelty on their own sex! Together we approached Lady Betty and Molly, who had not heard a word, being absorbed in the terrible fate indicated by me as awaiting them, regarding which they no doubt were whispering to each other softy.
‘Molly, Mrs. Blunt wants to fuck you—come along!’ I said quietly, as Connie advanced to take her.
‘Mother! Oh, Mother!’ cried Molly, clinging apprehensively to Lady Betty.
‘Come, darling!’ cooed Connie as she gently passed her arms ’round Molly’s shrinking, trembling body and drew her away from her distressed mother who moaned in her anguish as she watched her daughter forced to lie down and separate her legs. Connie arranged herself on her, breasts to breasts, cunt to cunt. Shocked beyond endurance, Lady Betty covered her face with her hands, but Alice and Fanny (who had now assumed charge of her) promptly pulled them away and shackled her wrists together behind her back, thus compelling her to witness Molly’s martyrdom under Connie, who now was showering hot and lustful kisses on Molly’s trembling lips as she lasciviously agitated herself on her unwilling victim.
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