Three on a Spree · Part 1

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Chapter 1

Penny was nineteen; a pretty little thing, her slim body attracted male attention. She looked like a Florentine madonna with pale face and sensual lips framed by magnificent chestnut hair that glinted red in the sun. The impression was confirmed by the innocent expression in her clear, blue, doll's eyes. It was a month since she had left school to look for work. The aunt, who had previously kept her and paid for her studies, had been killed in a car accident, and Penny was making contact with the hardships of life. On that particular morning, she was on her way to an address given her by the Students' Employment Bureau.

When she arrived in front of the rather luxurious building to which she had been sent, she took out the visiting card and, for the last time, checked the name of the man she had come to see. Victor Jennings, Esq., Barrister-at-Law, Third Floor. As she walked up the stairs, the child began to pray that this time she would find a job. Her efforts so far had been a resounding failure because of her youth and lack of training, and the little store of money was dwindling. Trembling, she rang the bell. The door opened to reveal a young woman, elegantly dressed, who smiled curiously at Penny. Penny explained that she had come to apply for the post of secretary, that is, if it were still vacant.

The woman, who appeared to be about thirty years of age, looked at Penny with undisguised interest, and invited her into the lounge. "Do sit down, Miss Harvey. I'm Mrs. Jennings. I expect my husband at any moment. But, if you don't mind, I'll ask you some questions first? That may save us some time. How old did you say you were?" "Nineteen, ma'am." "Oh! how young you are. But anyone can see that by your baby face." "Am I too young?" asked Penny, almost in tears. "Not at all, not at all. On the contrary. Victor is looking for a young secretary. What training have you had?" "None." "Well, that doesn't really matter.

We can soon teach you, unless you're stupid, and you don't look it." "You think I'll suit, ma'am?" asked Penny timidly. "I'm sure of it," laughed the young woman. "But it's my husband who has to decide." "Perhaps he'll think me too childish," sighed Penny. "Not at all. I'm sure he'll find you greatly to his liking." said Mrs. Jennings, smiling mysteriously. At that moment, they heard the noise of a key turning in the lock, and a distinguished, handsome man of about forty, wearing a well-cut suit, came into the lounge. "Ah, here comes my husband," the women cried gaily. "Darling, this is a young lady, who has come about the post of secretary." "How do you do, young lady.

Well, Carola, send her into my office, and we'll see what we can do." "You know, dear, I've already had a long talk with her, and I think she'll do very well." "Well, we'll soon see if that is so." They moved into a very comfortable office where Mrs. Jennings ushered Penny into a deep armchair. Mr. Jennings, standing close to his wife, began to question Penny. After a few minutes, he smiled at the child. "Well, I think we'll get along very well together, but I have one last question to ask. Have you any family in Paris?" "No sir. My aunt died a month ago and all I have left is a godmother living in the country." "No fiance? No boyfriend?" "No sir," whispered Penny, blushing like a rose.

"Victor asked you that because if you're going to work for him, you can come and live here," said Carola, smiling at the young girl's embarrassment. "Well, Miss Penny, this is the way it would work," the lawyer went on. "You would help Carola with her secretarial duties; my wife will teach you how to type. You will have your own room here, take your meals with us and receive thirty thousand francs a month. Are you interested?" "But… but… but…" Penny was overwhelmed. "This is marvelous. You're too kind. I don't know how to thank you…" "Don't try, my dear little Penny. You'll allow me to use your Christian name, won't you?

Besides, I count on your being friends with my wife, who is alone a great deal. Now, if you start tomorrow, that gives you all today to prepare your affairs, and tomorrow morning. I shall come and collect you at your hotel in the car. Then you will settle in here. Does that suit you?" "Oh yes," cried Penny, radiant. "But Victor, darling," the interruption came from the lawyer's wife. "You forgot to warn Penny about the condition." Penny's heart sank at these words; so there was a condition; she should have realized as much. It had been too good to be true, and she probably wouldn't be able to fulfil the condition.

She hung her head in despair and missed the significant look exchanged by the other two. "True, very true," said Mr. Jennings. "I don't quite know how to explain it. Let's see… Miss Penny, I'm sure you'd be a perfect secretary, but even so, I'd expect you to make mistakes from time to time." "My husband is very fussy about that," added Carola with a smile. "I have good reasons for knowing it." "As I was saying," the lawyer went on, "you will probably make some mistakes. Now in some firms each mistake earns a black mark and a warning, until finally the person gets the sack. But my methods are different, I think it is unkind to sack a young girl who is, after all, doing her best.

I find it more natural, to inflict a corrective punishment for each offense. Don't you agree with me?" "Ye… yes sir," murmured Penny, who really didn't see what he was driving at. "Secretaries are generally women. What, then, does a man do when he wants to punish a woman?" "I don't know, sir." "He smacks her bottom, as if she were a little girl. Isn't that right, Carola?" "Oh yes," replied the young woman, laughing. "I've been through it often enough to appreciate your famous system." "Well, young lady. Do you think you'd be able to stand your employer's hidings?" "I… I… I don't know, sir," Penny stammered out.

"I'll try," she said with a shy smile. `I'll not turn down a good job for that,' she thought. She'd had enough when she was a kid, and it couldn't be too bad from a nice looking fellow like her new boss. "I'm so pleased you've accepted," said Carola, putting her arm around the child's shoulder, and kissing her on the forehead. "Now you'll share the hidings that I had to take by myself before. You'll soon see, dear. We'll be real friends. I like you very much, you know. You're very pretty, isn't she, Victor?" "It's true. The young lady is pretty, and I, too, like her very much. We shall get on well together.

Chapter 2

The next day, Penny settled into her room, which was right next to that of her new friends. They had been so kind that she considered them more as friends than employers. The first few days went well. Carola taught her to type and explained the work to her. But Penny couldn't help noticing that Carola was becoming more and more affectionate. She was no longer the lawyer's wife speaking to a secretary, but a gentle woman, spoiling her little friend. Penny was at first embarrassed, and then amused. Finally, however her tender little heart, already attracted by the tall brunette, reached out to meet Carola's advances. She understood perfectly.

At school she'd had a great friend, a girl who had been in love with Penny's body and covered it with caresses, daring or not, depending on the place. Carola, noticing that her advances were no longer rebuffed, grew bolder. One day, as Penny was putting away the clothes she had just ironed, the women entered her room. "Are you happy her, dear?" she asked. "Oh yes, Carola. You and Mr. Jennings are so kind. I don't know how to show you how happy I am." "But that's not difficult," replied Carola her voice suddenly hoarse. "Give me a kiss with your lovely mouth.

I've been dying for that since I first saw you." "There," said Penny with a nervous laugh and, playing the innocent, she kissed her friend on the cheek. "Are you stupid or trying to be clever?" asked Carola as she took her face between her hands, and without leaving time for a reply, she pressed her fleshy, burning lips on to Penny's fruity mouth. Carola slid her wet tongue between the child's teeth and, forcing the mouth open, began to caress Penny's palate, covering her tongue with caresses and warm saliva. Heated by this labial contact, the two women pressed hard against each other. Penny, breathless, at last managed to tear her face away from Carola's voracious mouth.

"It's not right," she whispered gently to her friend. "You have your husband who loves you, and if ever he found out…" "Sweetheart," murmured Carola, caressing her cheeks. "Oh! how you please me. Oh! how I love you, my darling. Don't worry — Victor knows my tastes and realizes that if I have a girlfriend, it doesn't stop me from loving him madly… Besides, he indulges all my whims." "All of them?" asked Penny maliciously. "All of them, except when you have to have a hiding." "That's right." Carola burst out laughing. "I can't get out of that." "He can't be so bad," said Penny, a note of interrogation in her voice.

"He's threatened us two or three times already, but it's never come to anything." "Are you in such a hurry?" asked Carola banteringly. "Don't worry, little dove, it'll come. It won't be long before these pretty little buttocks blush under his blows and my little darling cries a bucket." "Never," exclaimed the sweet young child. "I'll take the hiding, but I'll grit my teeth. I won't cry!" "What a brave little thing," mocked Carola, "I guarantee that if Victor wants to make you cry, he'll do so. You don't think you're braver than I am, do you? Well, when he wants to, he makes me cry and beg like a child." "You're frightening me," whispered the little girl. "No. No, darling. You'll see.

It's a bit hard to endure, but afterwards, when his huge hands caress the buttocks he has just beaten, it's wonderful." "I'd be so ashamed," exclaimed Penny, carrying on with the task of tidying her room, putting her laundry away. Carola comented. "Why Penny! You're still wearing knickers!" and she picked up a bit of white cotton and looked at it in scorn. Penny, ashamed, babbled: "They're old, but I'm still wearing them because I can't afford silk or nylon." Carola was touched. "Poor little thing, come into my room. I'll give you a few that I don't use anymore. You can try them on. Come on." Mrs.

Jennings dragged the girl into her own room, and, opening a drawer, pulled out a dozen briefs in all shapes and colors. "Look, Penny dear, I'll give you that one and that one, and look at this beauty." She held up a lovely pair of pink panties edged with white lace. "Look how cute it is. Try it on." "I… I… I don't dare," stammered Penny, as she watched Carola advancing towards her with shining eyes. "Would you like me to help?" whispered Carola, and lifted the child's skirt. First a gradual epiphany of long thighs sheathed in transparent stockings, then the clips of pink suspenders and velvety, milky flesh.

A chaste covering of cotton knickers molded her sexual triangle, limning the outline the scarcely concealed slit beneath. Carola's cheeks were red as she examined the round little bottom imprisoned by material stretched to the point of bursting. "Hold your skirt up," she whispered to the little girl, who blushed in confusion. "I'll pull your knickers down as if you were my baby." Carola knelt and put her arms around the curving rump. She pressed her mouth to the material over the swelling mount of Venus and savored the delicate odor that came from under the warm knickers. In her excitement, she caressed Penny's groin with her tongue and tried to slip an inquisitive finger under the panties.

They were too tight for lascivious curiosity to be satisfied. Her hands rose to Penny's waist and hooked the elastic. She rolled them slowly down, her eyes fixed on the girl's abdomen. Carola moaned when the first hairs appeared. Suddenly brusque, she pulled the cotton down to the girl's knees. Penny, cheeks aflame, still held her skirt up and panted slightly as she allowed herself to be admired. The bronze fleece was abundant for one so young. The red thatch and the pale blue veins under her skin emphasized the milkiness of her complexion. Intoxicated, Carola pillowed her burning face against the silky, perfumed cushion.

But that was not enough; she rose and kissed the girl passionately on the mouth, forcing her hardened tongue between her teeth. Then, standing away, she took her arm and tried to drag her towards the bed. Penny stumbled, for the knickers around her knees prevented her from walking. Carola helped her take them off, then threw her on the satin counterpane. "No, no," Penny protested feebly. "What if your husband came back…. and weren't we to try on your panties?" "Don't be frightened, my love," whispered Carola. "Victor will be gone for a long time, and you can try on the panties afterwards….

I want you too much; I want to caress you, lick you, suck you." She opened the young girl's unresisting thighs. Hidden in the mass of hair, Penny's quim smiled at her greedy friend, the plump, pink lips a pretty, vertical mouth. Carola lay down between her secretary's thighs and parted the thick lips with delicate fingertips. The bright pink interior was damp with desire; from it rose the heady musk of a young girl's excited pussy. The nymph's insides flushed a brighter red and looked like a baby's mouth. Carola pulled harder on the outer lips, yawning the cunt.

The damp slit of the vagina stood revealed while, higher up, the tiny opening to the bladder seemed to grimace below the delicate clitoris which pointed its little pink nose at the corner of the inside lips. Carola stuck out her tongue and began greedily to lick the open flesh, intoxicated by the gentle contact of the damp membranes, savoring the salty, acid taste. With slobbering tongue, she covered the sex with saliva, then hardening it into a point, she thrust it into the vagina, entering and leaving like a little penis.

Finally she abandoned this pleasant play, and began to jab with her tongue at the erect, prominent button, then, and began to suck and titillate it so gently that Penny began to purr with pleasure like some playful kitten, while her little belly slapped against her friend's face. "Carola… No… No…" she stammered confusingly, feeling pleasure rising in her. "Stop, Carola, stop… I'm so ashamed!" But these ecstatic groans and murmured plaints only encouraged Carola who speeded up her caresses. Suddenly Penny's body arched like a bow; her sex began to pulse and a mellow, unctuous liquid flowed from her sticky lips while a pleasurable rattle escaped her half-open mouth.

Carola rested her face against the child's thigh while Penny recovered from the wild joy that had just shaken her, then, when she felt that Penny was more composed, she skillfully lapped up the excess liquid that had dribbled onto the redhead's thighs. Then she lay down beside her, and taking her face in her hands, she kissed the heavy eyes and smiling mouth with passion. "Tell me, darling," she asked timidly, "would you like to caress me a little too?" "Oh yes, Carola darling. I want to return all the joy you gave me," murmured Penny. "Thank you, sweetheart. You are a love." She rose and began to slide out of her dress and underskirt.

She took off her brassiere, revealing two magnificent breasts, then pulled off her black nylon briefs and offered herself to Penny's admiring glances. Naked now, Carola helped Penny to finish undressing. When both were naked, they embraced, rubbing their burning bodies together. Carola stretched Penny out on her back. Swinging one muscular thigh over the girl's head, she sat astride her, head to foot, and lowered her pussy onto the pretty face. Carola's black fleece was short and curly, a velvet muff around two greedy, red-brown lips, slit deep and wide. The huge clitoris was stiff and scarlet, shining with anticipation.

The young woman lowered her bottom, and covered Penny's mouth with her wet and hairy shell. The sweet child, recalling the caresses of her boarding school days, began to flicker her inquisitive tongue. Meantime Carola was kissing her belly and thighs, when suddenly she seized Penny's legs and turned her rump around towards her, so that she could get at the young bottom. With both hands she separated the plump buttocks and licked the deep, damp slit. Then she uncovered the little hole, which she dampened with saliva, before placing against it her tongue, stiff as a penis, and trying to drive it in.

Penny trembled with pleasure at this unknown, exciting caress, but her anus had contracted with shame and refused to let Carola's tongue pass. The latter moved her buttocks forward and sat harder on the young girl's face, and Penny realized that her friend was asking for the same caress.

With both hands she separated Carola's large buttocks, and uncovered the brown slit, at the bottom of which lay the secret opening, that Penny found somewhat enlarged She placed the tip of her tongue on the round hole and felt it open, and her tongue on the round hole was drawn in by muscular contraction, several inches of it disappearing between the burning walls of Carola's rectum, while Carola purred with delight. At the same time, Penny groaned slightly, for Carola had changed her tactics. After sucking her index-finger, she drove it slowly into the rebellious anus. Inspired by this perverted penetration, Penny revenged herself by nibbling on Carola's clitoris.

Carola drove a second finger into Penny's dilated hole anus. This time Penny cried out, for it hurt; she was still a virgin on that side. Carola ceased her assault a nd returned to the dribbling quim. Soon, in a crescendo of groans and panting cries, the two charming friends rolled over on each other, quivering with delight and wetting each other copiously. When they arrived in the bureau an hour later, fresh from their toilet, Mr. Jennings, who had just come in, smiled sardonically at their eyes ringed with pleasure. From then on, Carola let no opportunity pass to caress and suck her little friend, who accepted it with lascivious pleasure.

Chapter 3

Two days later, Penny had her first hiding. It was very hot that afternoon, and the storm in the air made everyone irritable. Victor Jennings had taken off his coat, and it was in his shirt sleeves that he worked on a thick dossier. Carola was typing a letter and Penny was filing some post. At one moment, as she raised her head to throw back her heavy hair, she saw the lawyer's eyes were fixed on his wife's table. Busy with her work, and irritated by the heat, Carola had raised her dress half way up her thighs, and had opened her legs to refresh her pussy. The sight she offered was lascivious in the extreme.

Her long bronzed thighs, opened wide, revealing the narrow white strip of her tiny briefs, whose indiscreet wrinkles betrayed the swelling of the mound. Such a sight was not calculated to calm the lawyer's nerves, and his eyes shone with more and more brilliance. "Bring me the letter as soon as it's finished," he said. "Here it is," sighed Carola rising and taking her work. Mr. Jennings read it from one end to the other, then in a gentle voice, he said,"Tell me darling. Do you really think I'm going to send this letter? There are at least ten mistakes in it.

What are you thinking of?" Carola dropped her head without answering, and he continued in a voice that was slightly husky;"You know what I said yesterday? That the next time I would be intransigent? Well, you can't get away with that, darling. Prepare your pretty little bottom. It hasn't been smacked for some time. I think it misses it." He took Carola by the wrist and dragged her over to a leather armchair in one corner of the room; he sat down and said, "Now pull up your dress and get ready." "Victor, I beg of you. Forgive me just this once. I won't do it again, I promise." "Hurry up, Carola," said Victor, as if he had heard nothing.

"You know the more you make me wait, the harder I am." The young woman groaned and pulled up her skirt, revealing a curving bottom under snow-white panties. Victor seized his wife and threw her across his knees, her rump well in evidence, her legs hanging down one side, and her bust down the other. He slid her little panties down and over her thighs, revealing the round buttocks. For a second his fingers caressed the velvety globes so cool to the touch, then, raising his hand, he opened it well out, and brought it down with all his strength on the pretty bottom.

The blow, echoed and left a scarlet mark on the buttocks that sank under the pain, then another blow, and another and another on the wriggling bottom. Carola moaned, but remained passive, offering herself to the sadistic amusement of her husband, who beat the burning, peony-red globes wi

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