Three on a Spree · Part 3 (3/4)
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ngue excited her less subtly perhaps than Carola's but the sensations had a sharper edge.
Her employer had a novel method of driving his pointed tongue into her vagina, but she like it less when his sadistic instincts drove him to nibble the lips of her pussy. After a little while he rose, and tried to role her over on to her stomach. Penny was frightened but was reassured by Carola: "Don't be alarmed, my sweet. He only want to do a rosebud. Wouldn't you like him to lick the hole?" Docilely, Penny lay on her belly, offering her plump rounded rump to her employer. He was panting as he devoured this lovely little arse with his eyes; he was determined to penetrate it with his enormous weapon before the end of the night.
For the time being, he kissed the buttocks as chubby as a child's then placing his hands on the satiny mounds, he separated them, paying no attention to her modest effort to escape. The sweet wrinkled hole was minute and he understood why Carola had recommenced prudence and gentleness in buggering their young friend. Indeed it would be difficult to introduce such a gigantic key into such a tiny lock. He began by licking the little buttonhole very tenderly, and it folded up like a daisy at the touch of the fascinating tongue. He hardened the tip and tried to drive it into the tiny hole, but she stiffened and his tongue came to grief against her sulking anus.
After three or four attempts, he smacked her across the buttocks. "Let yourself go. Open up, you'll see how good it is." He began licking the little hole again and felt the child relax. The furrows opened out a little allowing an inch of his tongue to pass through. He renewed his ardor, sucking, titillating and eventually seizing the buttonhole between his lips and milking it as if he had been at his mother's breast. Penny was shaken with emotion and raised her scarlet face from the pillow, panting with pleasure. Realizing that she was ripe, Victor stopped the caresses and prepared to fuck her.
An excited Carola kissed the young bottom before helping her friend into the best position for first contact (lying on the back, legs apart, and a pillow under the rump). Victor was kneeling. His huge penis was jutting out like a ship's mast. To make it easier, Carola leaned forward and covered the weapon with a layer of saliva that would lubricate the vagina, and when it was dribbling with spit, she took it between two fingers and placed it between Penny's lower lips. Penny trembled in apprehension when she felt the huge gland at the entrance to her body.
Victor leaned over her, and, leaning on his wrists, gave a slow thrust with his hips in an effort to push in his stallion-like instrument. Slowly but surely, without and jerks, the gland, well prepared by Carola, insinuated itself between the angry lips, but even so, it was too big to be easy. The narrow passage blackened the neck of the gland. Victor thrust forward violently, and Penny exclaimed in pain that seared her when the huge weapon half-disappeared into her vagina. With little jerks, the lawyer succeeded in pushing his weapon a little further in, but the shaft was too wide; and when he tried to force it in, Penny wept with pain.
Then he began to move gently, in a slow come-and-go movement, withdrawing his dripping organ up to the base of the gland, then driving it back in a slow penetration that only inserted two thirds of his weapon. The huge penis was delightful compressed in the narrow muff and grew bigger with each thrust of Victor's rump. He was moaning huskily at this hitherto unknown pleasure. The thought that he was fucking a pleasant child of nineteen drove him mad. Penny was panting and groaning at the attacks of this burning spear which was driving deep into her belly. The pain of the insertion had yielded to an indescribable pleasure. How different it was from the clumsy efforts of her young friends.
She took pleasure just in the sight of this powerful man with greying hair laboring above her and in the terrific sensation she got from the mighty organ tickling her vagina. With her hands holding her breasts, she hiccuped and stammered incomprehensible words. Carola, masturbating madly, followed the movements with lascivious eyes. She knelt down at the foot of the bed to relish the sight of the two sexes, and she groaned in ecstasy when she saw the gigantic penis planted between Penny's legs. Carola came back to sit beside Penny to see if she enjoyed being mounted in this way.
The young girl was groaning childishly, her eyes were turned back and a sliver of saliva rolled down from her mouth contorted in a rictus. Her head rolled madly from right to left. Carola leaned over this unknown face and licked the spit that dribbled down her darling's mouth. Then she looked lovingly at her husband, fucking away. His brow was covered in sweat and his heavy breathing betrayed his excitement. Huskily he murmured: "Oh, Carola, if only you knew how good it is to fuck her; she's as tight as a glove, but her cunt is a sweet as honey. Look how she's enjoying herself. But my tail isn't all inside her, though I feel like driving in all in." "No, no darling.
Restrain yourself; you'd only hurt her. Take it easy. Bit by bit, you'll enlarge her and you'll put it in her the way you put it in me, up to your balls." As she said it, she caressed the swollen testicles that swung against Penny's little cunt, dripping with the liquid from her vagina. In a frenzy, now, Victor bellowed his and discharged his sperm into Penny's palpitating vagina, accompanied by her broken cries. When the gland was withdrawn from the bruised lips, a flood of sperm and liquid poured out of her vagina and flowed slowly between her legs, dripping onto the sheet.
Penny lay exhausted in the same position, eyes shut one arm over her scarlet face, the wide open legs revealing the scarlet slit and the fleece thick with sperm. After a moment, she opened her eyes, and, seeing Carola's and Victor's eyes fixed on her abdomen, she placed one hand modestly on the sticky flesh, then shyly asked Carola to take her to the bathroom.
Chapter 6
A quarter of an hour later, after the ablutions, the three friends met again. Penny suggested timidly that she should leave them alone and go to bed, but Carola cried out: "NO question of that, darling; you'll sleep with us. Look how wide the bed is? Do you think there isn't room for three?" "That's right," cut in the lawyer, already in bed. "Now you are my two little wives. Unless Penny would rather go to her own bed? Didn't you like what I just did to you? Don't you love me even a little?" "Oh, I love you both," cried Penny happily. "I love you. You're so kind to me.
I'd never have believed that I could be so happy." As the night was young, there was still time for them to amuse themselves, particularly as the stifling heat did not dispose towards sleep All three naked, they smoked a cigarette and chatted gaily, but soon the lawyer was seized by desire, and his limp penis began to swell and assume impressive proportions beneath the amused regards of the two women. Soon it was quite erect, the gland uncovered, the veins bulging. From time to time, Victor fidgeted and then his prick started violently, slapping his hairy abdomen with a dull squelch, then rising again, stiff, vertical, like a stake awaiting its victim. Penny stifled a laugh.
Her little angel face, nailed to the mattress by the enormous spear that travelled with slow, deep thrusts, was soon streaming with tears, the mouth that was distorted and gagged by the huge, hard prick, could proffer no sound, only her heavy breathing and stifled grunts escaped from her fluttering nostrils every time that the gland struck the bottom of her throat. When he felt himself coming, he withdrew his prick only to discharge in a manner even more lewd. He placed Carola's hand around his weapon and told her to stroke it over Penny's face. "Open your mouth, chicken," he said to the child.
"I'm going to come and you're going to swallow." Seizing his prick, Carola, all excitement, masturbated it firmly. Suddenly it stiffened and the first drop of sperm appeared. Carola slowed her movements and squeezed more tightly, and every time her hand pulled downwards a flood of sperm spurted forth. The first ejection thickened Penny's mouth and splashed over her cheeks and forehead. Carola pulled again and another squirt spread a viscous layer over the child's face.
The last drop fell on her neck, and Victor fell back on his couch, completely emptied, while Carola, at the peak of her fever, threw herself on her mistress and greedily licked at the coating of sperm that covered the pretty little face. The two women sucked each other and when they had calmed down, the three of them laid on their couches and prepared to sleep. Victor was already dozing when he heard stifled sniffs coming from the blanket beside him. He stretched out his arm inquisitively and met Penny's face, streaming with tears. Thoroughly upset, he lit the lamp and leaned over her; "What is it, my darling? Why are you crying. Have you got a pain?
Are you unhappy?" But the poor child started off worse than ever and Victor turned around to wake Carola: "Penny's crying, but she won't tell me why," he said to his wife, who was looking at him through bleary eyes. That woke Carola up completely, and she came over to Penny to try and help her. They covered the poor pet with kisses and caresses, until finally Penny avowed in a tearful voice: "You don't love me." "Darling, how can you say such a thing? You know we both adore you." "Not true," sniffed Penny. "Victor doesn't love me. He's just amusing himself with me; he doesn't think about me; he goes to sleep without bothering about me." "Poor little poppet," said Carola with a smile.
"Just think of that. Her little cunt in heat and she wants a good pricking." Victor smiled and took his young mistress in his arms. Kissing her tenderly on the swollen eyes and little pink ears, he whispered: "My little dove, you know perfectly well I'm madly in love with you. If I went to bed without bothering you it's because I thought you'd had enough with Carola and that you were tired because of the country air, but if you want to, I'll fuck, you my pet. I'll fuck you thoroughly. You'll see what is coming to you. Happy now? Do you want my prick?" "Oh yes," mouthed Penny in delight. "I want it." "What do you want," asked Victor teasingly. "Tell me what you want." "I want…
I want…you…to…to…fuck me," "Do you want me to put it all in tonight?" "Oh yes please. But be gentle…don't hurt me too much." "Don't worry poppet. On the contrary, you'll like what I'm going to do." With that he shifted onto his knees and shook his huge prick in Penny's direction, saying: "Just look at the huge helping your slit will get tonight, my love. Prepare her a little," he added to Carola, who, with her saliva, lubricated copiously Penny's cunt, before lying down, hand in hair, ready to masturbate an accompaniment. Victor had taken position between Penny's thighs, and with his fingertips parted the velvety folds to open her vagina. He placed the huge penis at the entrance.
He thrust forward and quivered with delight when his prick punched past the thick lips and penetrated the velvety blackness. Then he seized Penny's ankles and raised them in the air until her legs were vertical, and with her in this position, he began to drive his weapon in with slow powerful thrusts that shook the poor child who was clinging to the blanket to resist the brutal blows of the horse-like weapon that was opening her flesh and penetrating her panting belly. Soon she could not control her plaintive moans, for the prick was becoming more and more merciless, trying to penetrate completely, but the narrowness of the vagina prevented this.
Victor pushed at her legs until she was folded in two, her thighs on her breasts like some inverted frog, and he forced himself slowly into the prominent cunt. A long, moaning cry escaped Penny when the stallion penis disappeared up to the hairs. It felt as if it were coming out by the navel. She hiccuped and screamed at each thrust, two trickles of sweat on her forehead. Pretty Penny had it all, this time, all the huge penis whose movements seemed to tear her in two and tore from her screams of delirious joy. She turned her congested face towards Carola and uttered with difficult: "I've got it all. I've taken all his prick. He's driven it all in, the way he does with you." Victor thrust on.
He could feel the gland buried in her matrix. It squeezed him like a velvet tong, his balls brushed against her raised buttocks. He no longer withdrew his prick, leaving it well in, screwing imperceptibly on the spot. At last, with a series of groans, he felt his sperm flood out her matrix, drowning her most secret flesh, while Penny let forth yells of joy, dribbling at the mouth, fists clenched and eyes turned back.
Chapter 7
The next morning they set out for a long walk in the woods, until they reached a little waterfall where they bathed to the accompaniment of joyful cries and piercing laughs that re-echoed through the leafy forest. After picnicing in the little clearing, Victor led them by a hidden path to a minute grassy grove lost in the undergrowth. The afternoon sun played through the leafy branches, and diapered the green grass. "How lovely," exclaimed both women. "You'll find it less attractive later on," hissed Victor. In the middle of the clearing lay a tree trunk and Victor sat on this natural seat, drawing his darlings to him. "My sweet," he said to Penny. "You know I promised to punish you today.
The time is now and the place is here." The little redhead turned an imploring regard to the lawyer, but she'd have had more chance of winning over a tiger. Victor's sadistic side was uppermost for the time being. "Take down your knickers," he continued with a smile. "And you can sit on the grass," he said to Carola. "It's your turn after." When Penny had taken off her shorts and panties, he ordered her to sit astride the tree trunk. "Now lie down," he said and pushed her shoulders by way of encouragement. With a handkerchief he bound her wrists under the trunk, and treated her ankles in the same way with the scarf that Carola wore around her breast.
"Why has he tied me up like this?" asked Penny in a frightened voice. "I'm afraid," she snivelled. "Come close to me Carola. What is he going to do?" "I don't know, darling," whispered Carola. "A good thrashing, I suppose; you must be brave, my love. But don't you feel a kind of thrill at the idea that he has you at his mercy? that you're the victim of his lewd desires?" "A bit, yes…but I'm so afraid." "So am I…but I'm wet just the same." "Where is he?" asked Penny, turning her head with difficulty. "I don't know. He's around somewhere. Oh, let me kiss your poor little bottom, to give it courage." At that moment, Victor reappeared in the clearing.
In one hand he was holding twenty or so rushes, that he had picked near the stream. With the other, he was carefully holding a bunch of nettles, wrapped in a handkerchief, that he placed out of Penny's sight. "Look at these, my pretty," he sniggered, shaking the blades in front of her nose. "Look what's going to punish you for your refusal." "Oh no, Victor, not that, not that. It will hurt too much." begged Penny. "No! No! If you like, you can bugger me, only be gentle, but not that." But she was in no condition to dictate to Victor, and he burst out laughing. "Oh no, my little nanny-goat, you can't have my prick. I'm reserving that for Carola.
You're getting the whip." With that, he stood behind the child who was offering him her defenseless rump, and with the tips of the rushes he caressed the frightened globes, before lashing at her rump. A dozen red weals appeared on the milky skin and Penny screamed with pain. With a twist of his wrist, Victor struck again, then again, and covered the hemispheres with an uninterrupted rain of blows which soon transformed the lily-white flesh into a sea of red. Penny's face was dripping with tears, and piercing screams issued from the open mouth. Victor continued to whip away, not bothering about his victim's moans.
Now her poor little bottom was like a poppy in bloom, and the lawyer took advantage of her wriggling, which revealed her cunt, to strike hard between her thighs. The rushes beat on the poor little cunt and on the thick lips of her sex, and a cry of agony escaped the unfortunate Penny. He struck her three or four times between the thighs then threw away the battered rushes. Next he seized the nettles and caressed the burning buttocks with the venomous plant. At first the freshness of the leaves relieved Penny, but soon her buttocks were covered with pimples and swellings, and the hellish itching drove her mad.
Victor enjoyed the frenzied contortions of his victim and his huge prick palpitated with pleasure at the sound of her screams. In desperation, Penny rubbed her buttocks together in a vain effort to relieve the dreadful itchiness on her rump. Her cries were no longer human, her mouth frothed, and her tortured face was covered with tears and sweat. At one moment, through nervousness, a flood of urine that she could not control, poured out of her fiery cunt and rolled down her thighs. Victor could no longer contain himself. He dragged Carola over to the tree and made her take up the same position as Penny.
Docilely, Carola placed herself across the tree behind Penny, with her bottom in her face. "Lick her," said Victor. "It'll relieve her." But Penny had fainted. The lawyer moved behind his wife and placed his huge phallus between her buttocks, and without preparation, without lubrication, he began the task of buggering her. The enormous gland bounced off as the tiny hole contracted in fear. He move it back into position and weighed on it with all his strength, pushing brutally at the rectum. Slowly, ferociously, he shoved into his wife's dry arse, ripping the delicate membranes of her anal canal. Now the clearing echoed with Carola's plaintive cries.
Fortunately her husband's excitement had reached its paroxysm; he had scarcely begun to screw the narrow muscular ring when an orgasm floored him in a copious ejaculation. After he had rested a little, he picked her up and bore her off to the stream, where he helped her to bath her suffering anus; then he ran back to free Penny, and brought her to the stream. He sat her squarely in the water and the contact of the icy water on her burning buttocks brought life back to the charming victim, who recoiled in fright when she saw Victor standing over her but he reassured her tenderly and asked her to forgive him if he had been too unkind.
The child refused to reply and turned her silky head towards Carola who was bathing her bruised flesh. When Penny had fully recovered they were back to the tent, where they rested while Victor packed their belongings. The next day both women were still sulking and repulsed all Victor's advances, but they could not resist that evening when he came home laden with presents, that they opened with gay laughs. The apartment, which fortunately was soundproof, resounded the cries and groans of pleasure occasionally mitigated by erotic pain.
Chapter 8
At the beginning of the winter, the lawyer received a letter which was to influence Penny's destiny. He had scarcely begun reading it when he jumped with joy and brandished the piece of paper towards Carola. "Louis is back from Paris," he cried. "He says he'll call tomorrow evening." "Wonderful," cried Carola. She turned to Penny: "You'll see how handsome he is. He's a great friend of ours…" When Victor had left for town, Penny came to sit on Carola's knees and while Carola caressed her breast she asked inquisitively: "Who is he exactly, this type?" "You'll see, darling. He's wonderful. So kind and so distinguished! He's from Barbados." "A negro?" said Penny, in surprise. "Not quiet.
He's mixed…his skin is hardly tanned. He's really terrific, you know. As tall as Victor, but slimmer…and so elegant! You'll see. I'm sure you'll like him." You said he was a great friend of yours." "A most intimate friend. He's a lawyer too, and he and Victor were at the Temple together. I met them both at the same time and for a little while I wasn't sure which I'd marry." "Did he…has he…have you been to bed with him?" stammered Penny, embarrassed by the question. Carola blushed slightly and confessed that she had indeed often been fucked by Louis, before and after her marriage and she had even found herself several times impaled between both men. Penny was stupefied.
Two men at the same time…but it must be dreadful…and how could it be done…and did it hurt? Carola explained everything in detail. "And," she added, "Louis is like a bull." "What do you mean," asked Penny naively. "I mean that his prick is even bigger than Victor's." "You're making fun of me." Penny was incredulous. "How do you expect me to swallow that one? I didn't think it was possible for a man to have one as big as Victor's" "I swear, my pet," said Carola with a laugh. "Louis's prick is phenomenal. He must get that from his negro ancestors. Besides you'll see." "I'll see?" said the poppet in dismay. "Of course, darling. If he's our friend, h
