by Powerone
“Not yet, Henry. Pearl came explosively, even when she had a finger up her ass. I bet you do that to her all the time.” Mary knew that was a lie. “Wait for Theodore. When he cums, you can.”
Henry was never denied his pleasure like this before. His balls ached, but he couldn’t deny that his cock was rock hard, harder than it ever was. Her hand expertly kept him on the edge without letting him spill over.
Theodore got off Pearl, reluctantly pulling his cock out of her pussy. “Get on your knees, Pearl.”
This is what she feared. He didn’t cum in her pussy. Will he cum in my mouth? She knelt submissively and opened her mouth wide as he placed his cock inside. Her lips clasped around it.
“Suck the head only, but pump the shaft with your hand. Everyone wants to see my cum shoot out into your willing mouth.” He wouldn’t last long now. His cum boiled up in his balls, and he needed to explode.
She stared at Henry, not at Theodore, as she obeyed. Her lips curled around the head to trap it, but her hand stroked the shaft rapidly, drawing the loose skin back and forth as her nails found soft flesh to dig in to keep him on the edge. Her other hand went between his legs and she hefted his ball sack and then she began to clench onto it to roll his balls around inside. She felt some of his cum leaking out and knew he was on the edge. She pumped faster and her mouth opened wide and her tongue pushed out for Henry to see Theodore’s climax in her mouth and the way his cum would shamefully fill her mouth. She wanted to feel the humiliation of her husband watching her submit to this shameful act.
“Now, Henry. Pump your cock and cum.” Mary released his cock. He instantly took over, driven by his own lust. Mary watched Henry’s final degradation as he masturbated to his own climax.
Henry couldn’t take his eyes off Pearl as she masturbated Theodore to cum in her mouth. His thick, white cum shot out and covered her lip and tongue with his sperm just as he did the same thing. His cum shot up almost a foot before it fell back down to earth by its own weight. He continued to pump his wet, cum-drenched cock as he spurted each time Theodore spurted into Pearls mouth. His wife gobbled up his cum as if it was the finest champagne. She’d told him before she hated the taste of cum, but that is not what it looked like now. She had a smile on her face as she licked his cock and swallowed his abundant cum. Even after he finished cumming in her mouth, she took his cock in and her lips closed around the head. He could see the way her cheeks moved when her tongue worked over the head of his cock to clean it. Then, she took broad strokes with her head as her tight lips gathered up the last of his cum from his cock. It was only then that she pushed his cock from her mouth, glistening in the light from the spit that covered it. He looked down at the cum that was all over his hand and cock. There was no one to clean up his cum. Mary got up as soon as he started to cum.
* * *
As Henry gathered up the cash, Theodore told him of the last requirement. “You’ll come to dinner one Sunday every month so you can fill me in on how the business is doing.”
Henry knew that was a lie. So did Pearl, but she agreed without hesitation, although she might not have agreed so readily if she knew what would happen the next month. She should have known after she felt his finger in her ass.
The next Sunday, after a leisurely dinner and brandy, they retired to the living room. Henry didn’t need to be told to pull his pants down, and he soon felt the pleasure of Mary’s hand inspiring his cock, although it was Theodore stripping his wife completely naked that inspired his erection, especially when she knelt and took his cock down her throat without hesitation. She did it as if she’d done it for years.
Pearl was shocked to say the least when Theodore bent her over the arm of the couch, her ass thrust up high and her legs spread wide. She tried to protest as he rubbed lubricant between her cheeks, and she howled when his fingers found her anus and penetrated it with such speed and dexterity. She knew she was in trouble after he lubricated her bowels. He kept a hand on her back to keep her bent over submissively as his prick began to probe her anus. Her scream was echoed by Henry’s protest when Theodore began the ritualistic thrusting of the act of sodomy on her while Mary stroked Henry’s cock, but Mary had two fingers shoved unceremoniously up his ass.
What have we become? They both came while being taken and probed in such an unlikely and degrading place. Pearl felt her bowels flooded with Theodore’s cum while Henry clenched the probing fingers in his guts as he came. It was as if he tried to milk the fingers.
The arrangement lasted for five more months, but not because Theodore grew tired of showing Pearl more degrading acts. She took to bondage with such pleasure. It was Henry’s failure to turn around his business that ended it. He lost the company to the creditors. He fell into depression of his own after he lost all his wealth. But, it ended up having a silver lining. Theodore hired Pearl to help run the orphanage. She’d be a good person to talk to the students that turned eighteen and enlighten them on what to expect if they accepted Theodore’s offer. Pearl had found her life was missing so much that she never realized until Theodore opened up her mind to such unbelievable pleasure through the simple act of submission to a dominating partner. She could recount her experience, not just facts or conjecture.
CHAPTER 3
The Beginning for Catherine
Catherine lived all sixteen years of her life in the Back Bay of Boston. She led a pampered life, although she never realized it. She went to a private school, with all the students from prominent and wealthy Bostonian families. Her social circle was wealthy. She never realized there was any other life, even when she saw it on the street.
She took after her mother, a brown-haired beauty. Her blossoming breasts began to fill her dress along with her full hips and buttocks. She’d become a woman. Her complexion was pale but flawless, with hazel eyes that sparkled with curiosity. She’d already attracted the attention of boys, and with her female friends, they learned how to lead men on without giving them anything they wanted and desired. Catherine would preserve her virginity until she married the proper man, but she had many more years before she’d be ready for marriage.
Her life was idyllic until the week before Halloween in 1929. She was excited at attending the Halloween party that was the talk of the city. She had a princess costume that showed off her blossoming figure to her date, Clifford.
She came home from school for the weekend. She knew something was wrong as soon as she entered. She could hear her mother wailing in the other room. She wasn’t crying; it was something more extreme. She’d never heard anything like it before. She threw her suitcase down and raced to the living room. Her mother was huddled over the couch, and the sounds that came from her were shattering. A woman stood next to her, and it looked as though she tried to console her to no avail.
“What did you do to her?” Catherine yelled at the unknown woman.
“Are you Catherine?” Ethel said with a nervous voice. She already had this one that was on the verge. She couldn’t handle a younger one. This was the part of her job that she hated.
“Yes,” but she ignored the woman to turn to her mother. “Mother, what’s wrong, what did she do to you? Where’s Dad?” Panic set in. She didn’t know what to do as her mother didn’t answer, sobbing away. Her mother didn’t answer or look up. It was as if Catherine wasn’t here.
Ethel had to say something, and she hoped the daughter would take it better. “I’m sorry, but your father is dead.” Ethel let go of the mother and tried to put her arm around Catherine, but she was pushed away.
“What did you do to him?” Is this woman dangerous? She didn’t look like a woman that would be friends with her parents. She was too common. Catherine stepped back from her.
“I didn’t do anything. I’m with the Boston Police Department. Your father committed suicide this morning.” Ethel had done this too many times since the stock market crashed. All of the suicides were of the very wealthy.
“Where, how?” Catherine stammered. She’d seen h
im last weekend. He was worried about the stock market, but Catherine didn’t understand business, so she just shrugged it off. He’d already left for work on Monday when she went back to school.
“He jumped out of a twelfth story window of the Statler Building. I’m sorry, Catherine.”
“My mother, what’s wrong with her?” Catherine was in shock, not fully grasping that her father was gone, more worried about her mother, which was in the room but unresponsive.
“She didn’t take the news very good,” but that was an understatement.
“Do something,” Catherine shouted at her.
“I’ve called for an ambulance.” Just then, the sound of the siren in the distance grew louder. “Go out front and bring them in.” Ethel didn’t want to leave the mother alone.
Catherine rushed as the ambulance pulled up, followed by a police car. “Hurry, inside, my mother needs you.”
Catherine nervously watched the ambulance men work on her mother, but nothing seemed to work. They put her on a stretcher, and Catherine saw them give her an injection. It took a minute or two, and then, her mother quieted down. Catherine looked into her eyes, but there was no recollection. It was as if she wasn’t in there. They began to wheel her out. “I’m going with you.”
“No, you can’t.” Ethel stopped her. “They’re not allowed to take you anyway,” she lied. She was glad when another officer arrived. She didn’t want to give Catherine a chance to think of anything else. “We’ll go with the officer.”
“Yes, yes.” They’d go to the hospital. She got into the police car after locking the door of the house. The woman sat next to her in the back seat. They drove for quite a while, and Catherine didn’t recognize anything. It wasn’t the good part of the city. Then, they pulled into the back of an old building. There was a guard at the gate, and he allowed them to pass. “What hospital is this?” Catherine wouldn’t allow her mother be treated at such a place. It must be a mistake. She’d have her moved as soon as she could.
“It’s Boston Orphanage.” Ethel was glad when the gate closed behind them. At least she couldn’t escape.
“Orphanage, why did they bring my mother here?” Still nothing registered in her confused head.
“Your mother was sent to Danvers Mental Hospital. This is for you until we can find a relative to take you in.”
“No, no, no, take me home. I can take care of myself. I’m sixteen.”
“We can’t do that. From what I understand, your father committed suicide because he was broke. He lost everything. It won’t be long before your house is foreclosed on. You’ll stay here. I’m sure it will only be a day or two.” Ethel would be rid of her. This was as far as her job went. She’d have more days like this if what she heard about the stock market and the coming troubles for the country were true.
It was a deplorable place. It was filthy and overcrowded. Two burly men that had no respect for a woman brought her in. They hustled her off without much of an answer to any of her questions. She was thrown into a ward that had twenty beds. She never saw such children before. Some were very young and cried for hours. Others were older, and they looked at Catherine dangerously. She feared for her life.
The food was terrible, almost swill, and she feared what looked like meat was bugs. She couldn’t eat a thing. It had been two days now. She was dressed in rags that they called uniforms. She hated to clean herself in the communal showers. Some of the older girls looked at her as a man would. That scared her.
It was the third night that Catherine was startled awake. She felt hands on her in her dreams, soft, caressing hands on her breasts. Then, she realized that she wasn’t dreaming. When she opened her eyes, there was a girl on the bed with her. She looked down to see her top pulled up and her breasts bare. The girl’s hands were pinching her nipple. “What are you doing? Get off of me!” She yelled out in indignation, not caring who heard what she said.
“Quiet, honey. I know you like it. Your nipples are hard little peaks. They love my touch. Wait until I lick your quim and I make you cum.” Rosie had been eying her since she was brought in three days ago. She had a lovely body, and Rosie was sure that she was innocent. Rosie might use her tongue, but her fingers would bust her cherry, too. She grabbed Catherine’s arms and pinned her down as she climbed on top of her. She shoved her knees between her legs and forced her to spread wide. She settled her quim on hers and began to rub erotically on her. “You know you want it.”
Catherine didn’t know where she got the strength from. She was panicked when the girl climbed on top of her and began to hump her like a dog. It disgusted her. She had to do something, so her arms began to flail out. She clenched her fists as she pounded on the girl. She managed to free one leg and pushed it up and connected with the girl’s crotch. As the girl screamed out, Catherine swung her fist, and she was surprised that it connected with the girls chin. With all that she did, the girl went flying off her bunk and slammed onto the floor with a resounding bang. Everyone woke up, including the matron that came running through the door.
“What’s going on here?” The matron hated when the girls disturbed her at night. She saw Rosie on the floor and was surprised to see her lip bleeding, and she hugged her crotch. Even more surprising, it was the rich girl that did it. She was a timid thing, and she didn’t expect this from her. “Get up and get to your bunk, Rosie.” She kicked her to impress upon her the need for urgency. She scampered away, her spirits broken. “You don’t start trouble, Missy,” the matron scolded Catherine. “Everyone go to sleep; it’s all over.”
* * *
Theodore had to work fast when he got the news. She wouldn’t last another day at Boston Orphanage. She shouldn’t have been taken there, but there was a mix-up, and she got lost in the paperwork. It was only by the luck of one of his informants in the juvenile department of the police department that alerted him of the incident.
The girl that tried to attack her growled at Catherine, and she tried to act brave back, but she was terrified. The girls lip was cut, and she walked funny. She threatened to get back at her. She was scared when she was taken to the head matron’s office. She feared that she was in trouble over last night’s incident.
“Sit down,” the matron huffed at her.
Catherine saw the other woman in the room. She wasn’t like the matrons. She was refined and well-dressed. She smiled at her.
The head matron signed the papers and handed them to the woman. She took the envelope from her. She opened it, and Catherine saw the money that was inside.
“She’s all yours.” The head matron loved these deals. “Tell me if you have any other interests.”
“Only well-bred women if you should come across another.” She turned to Catherine. “Come with me, Catherine. Let’s get out of this place.”
Catherine didn’t have anything to get, so she walked out with the woman without asking any questions. Going anywhere had to be better. They got into a limousine, and the good life came back to Catherine immediately, as if she never left. The seats were plush and the car smelled good.
They drove for quite a while before they pulled up in front of a large home, but there was a sign at the front. New Beginnings Orphanage, it read. But it was nothing like the other orphanage. The grounds were manicured and lush. It was in the country away from the stench of the bad section of Boston.
“This is your new home, Catherine.”
She didn’t say anything, grateful to be out of that hellhole, but she’d hold back her approval until she saw more. Her life had become too confusing over the last week, and she had no experiences to deal with it.
She found nothing that she didn’t like about it, except for not being her home. She had her own room. There was a nice dining room with linen, china and silverware. There was a parlor that was furnished grandly. The only thing she objected to was that all the doors to the outside were locked. She finally asked. “How many other girls are here?”
“You are the first, but we are equipped for
seven maximum. The others will be here shortly if our calculations are correct. You’ll find it a nice place, much better than where you came from. You’ll live your life almost as you did before, refined and educated in the proudest traditions. We have very few rules. Fine ladies such as you should be chaste and pure, so we forbid masturbation or girl exploration. Any infractions will be treated severely. You don’t want to go back to Boston Orphanage, and you’re too young to be allowed to live on your own. The world is becoming a dangerous and unforgiving place for a young woman that has no one to care for her.”
“What happens when I turn eighteen?”
“You will be given an alternative, and you’ll be able to decide. We’ll make sure that you have all the available information to make an informed decision. You’ll be shown what life is like outside before you turn eighteen, although it will be a controlled environment, so it doesn’t jeopardize your safety.”
“What of my mother?”
“I’m sorry to say that your mother will not recover her mental facilities. You’ll have a chance to visit her, but you’ll see that she is only a shell of your mother that is left. It’s just her body, not her mind.”
“My home?”
“It has been seized by the bank, and it’ll be sold at auction, along with everything in it. Your father lost everything. That is why he committed suicide. He couldn’t face you or your mother with his failure.”
Catherine lay in the tub filled with bubbles as she tried to let go of the last four days, as if she could wash it away. So much had happened, but she felt secure once again, although she was alone. There were clothes in the closet, fine clothes, just as she had at home. Her bedroom was fit for a fine young lady with anything she needed.