I turned my head to look at him, then fixed my eyes on the figure of my husband, hunched and red-faced in the big bed. I smiled, as if to reassure him, as I began to force my trembling fingers to undo my buttons. They popped easily, one by one, letting the front of my dress come apart like a stage curtain. My breasts bulged out of the lacy, push-up bra that I had purposefully put on for this occasion, as I wanted to look my best for our visitor. Leo’s eyes were shining, and his lips twitched with some inexpressible emotion. I bent a little to undo the last buttons, and to let him see deep into the shadows of my cleavage. I straightened, and let the dress roll off my smooth shoulders, and down the satiny columns of my bare arms, until it fell away from me, to heap behind me on the floor. My bottom twitched, as I swayed unsteadily on legs weak with the after-effects of adrenaline. I wanted to reach back and pluck the material that had wedged in my bottom’s cleft, but I contained myself, and let my hands fall down to hang and brush against my upper thighs.
‘You have a lovely arse, Jessica. Has he ever fucked it?’ asked the disembodied voice of the burglar from behind me. He obviously meant Leo. I shook my head, enjoying the brushing of my hair against my neck, and squeezed my cheeks together, but poor old Leo couldn’t see. I guessed that they were flushed along the milky flesh where the burglar had slapped me, and the thought made me squeeze them even tighter. The movement gave me a warm feeling of pleasure in the pursing of my cunt, and it also gave the man in black a pleasure I could deny my husband.
‘Undo your bra, and turn around,’ commanded the intruder, and I obeyed without a murmur. Leo’s eyes widened even more as the front of my bra loosened, but I turned before my breasts were bare.
‘Now show me your lovely tits, Jessica,’ said the man, with his voice caressing my name. I let the bra drift forwards, on to my wrists, then shrugged it off. The movement made my bare breasts shake, and they shuddered as I straightened up and thrust them proudly out. I felt the blood engorge their tips, and the crawling sensation as my nipples peaked to painful hardness. The man strode forwards, bolder now, and clasped both globes of creamy flesh in his leather claws. The rough seams of his gloves scraped the tender peaks as his grip contracted, and I nearly swooned at the feeling which swept through me. He released them and stepped into me, then put his arms around me so that he could grab my bottom in his hands. His fingers burrowed into the crack, then he clenched the rich cheeks like they were mounds of dough. He pulled them apart, and called over my shoulder to the poor man who lay behind me.
‘That’s a lovely arse, mate, isn’t it? Lovely tits, too!’
My nipples rubbed against the coarse wool of his sweater, and the faint smell of tobacco that clung to him was pleasant and reassuring, despite the circumstances. He hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties’ waistband, and rolled them over the resilient curves of my arse and hips. They peeled out of my cleft, and I tilted forwards so that the tight crack opened. He kneeled, and pulled them down my trembling thighs in one smooth movement, then stood and told me to step out of them.
‘You won’t be needing them again tonight,’ he told me, in a cruel form of jest.
I was naked, but for my stockings, and I half-expected him to tell me to take them off too, but he didn’t. Instead, he gripped the narrow parts of my upper arms in both hands, and turned me round to face the bed. One gloved hand snaked round my stomach, and its light contact made the muscles in my tummy jump. The other he placed in my lower back, and used the action of them both against each other, so that I was gently pushed forwards from the hips. I put my hands out to support me on the bed, and made sure that one made contact with the general area of Leo’s groin. I felt the loose lump of cover over his penis, and the nodding stem of erect flesh under it. He was enjoying my slow ravishing by the intruder, at least as much as I was.
I spread my arms out, with the full gourds of my thorn-tipped breasts jiggling heavily beneath my armpits, and planted my legs more widely to make my pose more secure. I looked deep into Leo’s eyes, with their hugely dilated pupils, and opened my mouth to let my lower lip hang sulkily down. The gloved hands were back at my rear, and I felt them cup the fullness of my cheeks. The man behind had released his cock, and was engaged in trying to rest it in the slot of my bottom. He pulled my bum-cheeks apart, and rocked the hot length in the ravine between them. The rubbery friction on my perineum made me want to stick my arse out even more, and I wanted to tell him, but couldn’t, that I wanted him to try my virgin arse, here in front of Leo. He did not feel my wanting, nor did he care to try me there, for I soon felt the blunt and slippery head of his prick nosing in the folds of my moist cunt. How I ached for it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of the cock slipping thickly into me, and called out to my husband, ‘I’m doing this for you, Leo!’
The man behind me laughed as he shoved the thick peg into my tight slit, and echoed my words sarcastically, ‘I’m doing this for you, too, Leo.’
Then the bastard plunged his long cock into me, and I could say no more, for the breath was driven out of me by the force of the thrust. My cunt was full of him, and he spread my cheeks with his leathery grip to make the cock go deeper. I felt the rough sack of his scrotum brush against my clitoris, and the sensation made me cry out in pleasure. I tried to disguise it as surprise and pain, to keep up the pretence for Leo’s benefit. He had no idea that I had been fucked before this, and had to remain convinced that I was a virgin up to that point. The cock rocked back and forth in me, and I had to grit my teeth against the urge to groan.
‘Ooh! You are so rough with me,’ I moaned to the brute behind me, and he pushed his cock in even harder on the next thrust.
I slyly searched for Leo’s cock beneath the blanket, and grasped the rigid stem in one hand. I held on to it as one holds on to a handle, and tugged it at every inwards thrust of the other cock in my cunt. His breathing caught, as ragged as my own, as the sloshing sounds of the wet connection behind me filled my ears. My loins were furiously tingling, as the pressure for release built up in the stretched, and slippery folds of my hot fig.
Then the man withdrew the throbbing rod of meat from within me, and rubbed it in the open groove between my cheeks. I thought he was going to bugger me, but instead he let my cheeks spring elastically closed, and walked around my hip so that his cock nodded beside my ear.
‘Turn your head to me,’ he ordered, with urgency in his muffled voice, and his right hand came heavily down on the highest point of my bottom-cheeks. I gasped, mouth open, and turned my face towards the reddened, nodding head of his enormous cock. He had it gripped between his gloved fingers, and the purple head poked crazily out from the black, shiny leather. I knew what he wanted, but I wanted him to tell me, and so I waited, with my wet mouth hanging loosely open only inches from his cock.
‘Put it in your mouth, you slutty bitch,’ he mumbled thickly through the wool of his mask, and released the throbbing length to grab the back of my head and force me to it.
I opened my mouth wide, and let the slippery, engorged thing slide over my teeth and tongue. He had no time for niceties, and pressed it crudely into the back of my throat. I gagged, but he still pushed it in, and the sensation was unpleasant, even as it was erotic. He pulled it out again, and the taste of my own cunt was on my tongue, as he dug his fingers fiercely into the open, soaking cavern between my thighs. His fingers slipped easily into me, and I felt my cunt expanding to the insistence of his probing hand. He brought his cock up for me to lick, and I took a sly glance at Leo’s face, and felt the answering jerk in his penis as I curled my pointed tongue around the burglar’s angry, purple glans. The taste of myself maddened me, and I sucked the shimmering length into my mouth so that it rubbed against the ribbed roof near the back of my throat; then I let it almost out again so that Leo could see the strings of saliva that clung to it. One rough-seamed, leather finger was pushing rudely at the tight puckering of my arse, and I pressed the ring of muscle out to it in rank desire. It forced its itch
ing, irritating way into me, and the fingers in my cunt curled up to rub at the upper wall between my rectum and the slippery tube of my vagina. I nearly howled with the feeling it produced in my arse and pussy, but the cock in my throat muffled me. I felt Leo’s penis begin to jerk, and I pulled my head away to look into his eyes as he came.
‘Oh, Leo,’ I squealed, ‘he’s putting his finger up my bottom. Oh, darling, I can feel it going in.’
It was too much for the poor man, and for a moment I thought he was going, as he closed his eyes and expelled a long rattling sigh, but then they opened again, as he seemed determined not to miss a moment. He loved the sight of his own wife being fucked and fingered by a total stranger. I felt a splash against my face, and turned my head in time to get another pulse of semen against my lips. I licked the salty globule into my mouth with my face turned away, so that Leo wouldn’t see what a slut I was, but I let the next one dribble down my cheek as I turned back to face him.
‘Look,’ I said in mock distress. ‘Look what he has done to me.’
The fingers left my cunt and arse as I spoke, but not before the clenching of my orgasm had begun. I squeezed my plump thighs together to intensify the pleasure, and screwed my eyes shut, as if in shame. My stomach quivered with the gut-clenching force of my climax, and my legs would not support me any longer
I fell, face forwards on the bed, and squirmed, as if overcome, against the hump of Leo’s legs.
I did not hear the stranger leave, as I was too weak from the intensity of my contractions, but the breeze from the open window soon alerted me to his departure, and I looked up to see a shoe disappear over the sill.
I turned to Leo, and for long moments we looked at each other, as husband and wife should never do. I saw into his soul, and thought he caught a glimpse of mine. I hauled myself up, breaking the contact, and scooped the skimpy panties from the floor. I dressed in silence, with my back to him, then used a moistened tissue to clean my face in the mirror.
‘We must never tell what happened here tonight, Leo,’ I said to him, when I was refreshed. My arse was glowing from the spanking I had just received, and my anus stung where the rough stitching of the gloved finger had scratched it, but I had never felt as satisfied as I did at that moment, with the heavy pouch of my sex throbbing wetly between my loose thighs. My mind was my own, and so was my body now, so what little pleasure Leo got was unbegrudged by me. He said nothing, for he could not, but his eyes spoke volumes as he blinked emphatically to show that he agreed. He was perverse, but I forgave him that, for I now knew that whatever darknesses he had within him were matched by the wells of cruel eroticism that lurked untapped in me. My only regret was that David had not buggered me, and I knew that my restless soul would not allow me to leave that avenue unexplored.
I cleaned Leo, as I had cleaned myself, and thought about my darknesses, as I quietly brought the bed to order. Long after Leo had drifted off, I was still awake, imagining how it would be next time. Next time a man came to me.
Eleven
I had asked Kay to join us more for my own pleasure than for any real need. She had known me for years, though we only really became friendly through the club. She was a barmaid, and not a particularly good one, but the ladies who owned it liked her, and that was good enough for them. It also didn’t hurt that she was extremely attractive in her own, odd way. She was never going to be very clued-up, but that was more from her total lack of interest in anything, rather than from low intelligence. Once I understood that she had no desire for intellectual achievement, and very little personal ambition, I found her much easier to deal with. I asked her to help us out at the house, knowing she was likely to be more hindrance than help, but I liked to have her around all the same. It is not that she is spectacularly beautiful, but more that she is always game for a bit of fun, especially with other girls. Whenever I could, I let her help in the shop, because I knew that as soon as I grew bored of selling dresses, or if no one interesting came in, I could close the door, and retire upstairs with Kay.
I didn’t get much opportunity to play at Jessica’s house, as there was nearly always a presence from the coven, but I used to pinch Kay’s bum in the corridors, or catch her for a quick snog in the kitchen whenever the opportunity arose. I had my only real interlude alone with her on the day before the whole thing came to an end.
I was getting fresh linen for my bed, as there was little else to occupy me when Leo was being taken for his rounds in the wheelchair during the day, when Kay’s head popped around the door.
‘All right?’ she said, and flashed me one of her dozy smiles.
‘I am now,’ I answered, putting down the armful of sheets I had gathered and advancing towards her.
She knew what was coming and, after a quick peek down both sides of the corridor, she stepped fully into the bathroom and closed the door firmly behind her. We were both dressed similarly, in our black satin maid’s outfits, but I had to admit that she looked the part far more than I did. Her hair was tied in a French plait, setting off the peaches-and-cream complexion of her cheeks and neck perfectly. She was very buxom, so the cleavage which bulged at her collar was much more impressive than mine. She had the right type of face for it, too, all wide-eyed and slightly gormless.
I looked down at her legs, as she leaned her back against the bathroom door, and was pleased to see that she was taking advantage of my wardrobe, which I had offered to her, and had decided to wear a pair of my black fishnets. Her legs were slightly shorter than mine, but more shapely, with bigger thighs, and I prefer that kind of figure to my own. I moved towards her again, and she giggled with delight. She was uncaring of whether she was with a man or a woman, as long as they were attractive. Unlike myself – I have a definite preference.
‘I don’t think they will be back for ages, Anne,’ she said, meaning the coven of two.
They had taken an instant dislike to Kay, and the feeling was mutual. She loathed them. I have to admit, at that time I was becoming more attached to Antonia, and things were working out quite well between us and Elizabeth. Still, variety is one of the spices of life, and I was never averse to taking pleasure where it is freely offered.
‘I fancy a bath,’ Kay said suggestively, and reached behind her back to undo her stiff bodice.
‘And I fancy you,’ I told her, reaching around her trim waist to help her with the catches. Her breasts looked delightfully clean and creamy already, but I would have no hesitation in assisting her if she felt they needed a good soaping, and I told her so.
‘I’ll give you a hand with your bath then, shall I?’
‘I don’t mind,’ she said, with a shy smile that didn’t fool me at all, as she let her dress fall. She stepped out of it, and slipped past me, to turn on the taps and add some bubbles. I admired the narrowness of her waist, and her chubby bottom as she bent over the noisy water. She looked back at me with a flirty smile, and gave a little wiggle of her hips. She had the kind of arse that knickers never seem to be able to contain. Her cheeks were just too plump and firm, so that every kind of panties eventually worked their way up into the crack of her behind. I watched her stripping off, all bouncing, coral-tipped tits and creamy thighs, with a smile on my face.
She tested the water with her toe, and then sat in it with a huge grin of pleasure. Her tits bobbed, shining with moisture in the frothy water, and she immediately began to soap the lovely, swollen gourds with a sponge.
‘Aren’t you coming in, then?’ she asked, and I shook my head and shouted over the roaring of the tapwater.
‘No, I just want to watch you,’ I said, which was perfectly true, though I did go over to the side of the bath to see her slippery breasts a little closer. She carried on soaping herself unconcernedly, then kneeled up in the bath so that she could soap her thighs and hips. I watched the plump frame flexing with utter satisfaction. It was like watching a peep-show, without having to peer through an optic device. She was such a happy girl, which was probably the consequence of
being slightly dim, that she was a pleasure just to be around.
‘I’ll do that for you, Kay,’ I offered, and she turned her head and smiled impishly at me before handing me the sponge, then she kneeled up in the bath, with her elbows and lower thighs under the water. The white of the bath, and the suds were reflected on her slippery underside, and the moisture on her buttocks and back made them shine. Her cheeks were as smooth and white as boiled eggs, and they shifted in impatience for the touch of the sponge.
‘Come on then, Annie. What are you waiting for? My arse is getting cold, sticking up like this,’ she complained, but I knew she was only playing, as the bathroom was warm and comfortable. I dipped the sponge in the water, and lathered it up, until it was coated with white suds, then I rubbed the sweet smelling lather into her creamy skin until it squeaked. I deliberately saved her bottom and breasts for last, as one would save the sweetest things for pudding, and Kay was raring for it by the time I was ready.
Then the bloody doorbell rang.
‘Oh, for fuck’s sake,’ complained Kay, who can be quite common when she wants to be. ‘What a fucking time for them to come back.’
‘Don’t worry,’ I said. ‘You just stay where you are. It might not be them at all.’
Which was perfectly true, as they had only been gone for half an hour, and they usually made Leo suffer through a shopping expedition, which was the main purpose of their little forays. I pitied the poor bastard, having to listen to those two when they got together. Not that they could say anything about Jessica, without rocking the boat. I knew that Antonia was unlikely to want to hear anything bad said about me, so I didn’t worry much on my part either.
I skipped down the stairs, not wanting Kay to get fed up and dry off if it wasn’t absolutely necessary, and opened the door in a rush. I was surprised to see Roland Norton standing on the doorstep, and told him so.
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