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Date: 23:28:47 on Thursday, December 01, 2011
Name:  The story teller
Subject: House of Dark Pleasures part 3
"Oooh, that!" George panted, feeling the wet grip of the soft but strong
walls of his cock. "Keep holding my cock like that!"
He lurched himself upward, his cock making wet, sensuous sounds as it
thrust through the soaking tissue; then he dragged the shaft down, felt
Mabel's body quivering against his as the thrills throbbed through her
flesh.
"Oh, Georgie--don't stop!" Mabel panted out the words breathlessly and
squirmed her buttocks on the edge of the shelf as she sucked at his cock
with her pulsating pussy.
George could feel the head of his cock expanding and contracting and
fiery slivers of juice began to spasm inside his organ.
"Mabel," he gasped, "I'm gonna--gonna blow-blow!" His voice rose and his
in-and-out movements became frenzied.
"Georgie-Georgieeeeh!" Mabel tried to stifle the squeal that rose in her
throat as his swollen organ jammed against the tip of her stiffening
clitoris. She wriggled herself urgently, working the hard clitoral tip on
the swelling, throbbing shaft.
Thrills flickered through her vaginal walls then cascaded through all
parts of her sexual flesh. "I'm coming!" she gasped, then her teeth bit
onto George's lower lip as she orgasmed, jerking her pelvis and feeling her
vulva quiver with a spontaneous reaction.
"Urgh, Mabel--Mabellll!" George's voice rose high as burning spurts of
juice squirted from the lips of his cock, splattering against the soggy
tissue at the top of Mabel's vulva, scalding her, thrilling her and making
her flesh shiver until she lifted her feet off the floor, wedged herself on
the edge of the shelf and wrapped her legs around George with her heels
jammed into his buttocks, pulling him ever deeper inside her sexual cavern.
At last, her mouth moved away from George's, her teeth relinquished
their grip on his lip and she panted, "You lovely big cock, oooh,
Georgie--you drive me fuckin' wild!"
"Soft screwin' pussy," he mumbled, feeling the last dregs of juice
trickle from the end of his cock. "Your cunt was just built for fuckin'!"
She gave a breathless giggle, leaned against him, feeling his softening
shaft sliding out of her. "I came, Georgie," she whispered. "You always
make me come--an'--" she hesitated, then buried her face on his shoulder so
that her words were muffled, "an' now, will you suck me, Georgie?"
"Hungry pussy," he muttered, "always ready for more!" But he obeyed,
letting his body drop down until his face was level with her belly. She
opened her thighs eagerly, then reached down and stretched the lips of her
pussy wide open. The pink, tensed head of her clitoris slid out and George
took a deep breath, bent his head and opened his mouth.
"Like that!" Mabel breathed as his lips encircled her clitoral tip.
"Suck it into your mouth--tickle it with your tongue--bite it, Georgie!"
He gripped the squirming muscle with his teeth, pulled it away from its
warm, wet slot.
Mabel made low ecstatic sounds and entwined her fingers in the hair on
George's bent head.
"Stick your tongue up my pussy," she begged in a whisper.
He drove his tongue into her, tasting the saltiness of the mixture of
his and her come-juice, then sucked at her clitoris again.
Bubbling moans poured from Mabel's lips and she rocked herself, slowly
and sensuously, as George licked, sucked and bit with thrilling sexual
devotion.
"I'm gonna come again!" The words spurted from Mabel's lips; a violent
shiver shattered through her body and she almost jerked her clitoris from
the grip of George's teeth.
"Now!" she gasped, straining herself back, increasing the tension as
George's teeth pulled at her clitoris. "Now, now, NOW!"
Her voice rose to a squeal, then meaningless babbles of sound ran from
her lips in a torrent as she orgasmed with frenzied intensity.
George released the grip of his teeth, felt the head of the clitoris
throbbing wildly against his lips then a shiver ran down his spine as the
pantry-door opened and an ice-cold voice said; "So this is where you are!"
Still groveling on the floor, George twisted his head and stared at
Mildred Wynton.
She was standing in the pantry doorway, face white, eyes glittering.
"Did I interrupt you--or had you finished?" she asked in a coldly
sarcastic tone. Her eyes flicked down to George, focused on his limp
penis--then she glanced at Mabel, first at her face then at her
curled-open, soaking vulva.
"Did you enjoy that, Mabel?" Her voice was like ice.
"Ma'am, I--I--" Mabel's face was scarlet.
"Come to my room tonight, Mabel," Mildred's voice was soft but
frightening. "You haven't been spanked for a long time--too long, it would
seem." Mildred's tongue flicked out and she touched her lips. "It's time I
whipped that soft, fleshy bottom--you're getting spoiled."
"But, Ma'am I--"
"Bring my small riding whip to my bedroom tonight at the usual time,"
Mildred interrupted. "I'll punish you before you go to bed." Her eyes went
onto George's face. "It's too bad you can't do these things on your own
time, George. I don't pay you to suck Mabel off whenever she--or you--gets
the urge!"
He stared at his mistress in silence.
Mildred's hand dropped onto her belly, and she massaged herself very
slowly. "However; since that's what you enjoy doing, George--" she paused,
licked her lips again, then: "Come to my room after I've punished
Mabel--and you'll get what you deserve."
She turned, took a step into the kitchen then snapped over her shoulder:
"And now that you've finished your fucking get on with the work I pay you
for!
They listened to her heels tip-tapping across the floor then looked at
each other in eloquent silence.
Mabel spoke at last. "Cold-fish, dirty bitch!" she whispered.
George nodded very slowly. His penis moved of its own accord and he
gave it a surprised look then encircled it with his hand, squeezed and felt
the shaft coming alive, throbbing within his fingers. "She's a bitch all
right," he murmured, then added almost inaudibly: "A hungry, fuckin'
bitch!" His cock jerked inside his hand and he tightened the grip of his
fingers.
* * *
Mildred Wynton was passing down the corridor when Willis exited from the
spare room. She drew back in surprise, then her eyes flickered to the next
demand she gave a sly smile of understanding.
"You've--you've observed her?" she asked softly.
Willis nodded his head, then grinned like an idiot.
Mildred walked to her bedroom at the far end of the long corridor, and
her son followed her like a pet dog.
"You liked her?" she asked Willis, closing the bedroom door behind them.
He grinned again. "Yum-yum!" he mumbled.
Mildred sank onto a chaise lounge in front of her dressing table, took a
cigarette from a silver case and snapped a lighter.
"What was she doing?" she asked, blowing smoke from her nostrils.
Willis made movements with his hands as though he was taking off
clothes.
Mildred smiled through the smoke. "Undressing?"
"Um," said Willis, saliva trickling from the corner of his mouth, "all
off all naked--"
"Really!" Mildred sounded interested. She stared at her son, then her
eyes went onto his pants--with the tell-tale white splotches on the front.
"You played with yourself," she said softly, "while you were watching
her."
The misshapen young man's face flushed scarlet, then he hung his head,
mumbled, "Ya, Mama--ah'm sorry, Mama--"
"It's all right, Willie dear," she said softly, "I understand." She
reached towards him, patted his arm affectionately as though he was a very
young child.
She smoked in silence for a moment, then stared at Willis and asked,
curiously but softly, "What did she do after she'd undressed?"
His face flushed even redder, then he grinned. "The same, Mama"
"The same?"
He nodded vigorously. "Same as me, Mama."
Mildred drew in her breath. "You mean she was--was--" her voice had
become tight, "playing with herself, too?"
"Um, um, Mama--" he stretched out a finger, pointed it. "In and out,
Mama all naked on her backspin and out!" He made stabbing movements with
his finger.
Mildred leaned forward. "Between her legs?" she asked in a whisper.
Willis stood with his legs spread, bent his knees, then made stabbing
movements toward his crotch with his finger.
"Um, Mama--up her cunt!" He grinned again. "Up her fuckin' cunt!"
She winced, then: "I wish you didn't use that word, dear, but--" her
voice trailed off.
Willis had clutched at his crotch while he was speaking; now he caressed
himself lewdly through his clothing. Mildred noticed it.
"I suppose that it was watching her do that--watching this girl diddle
herself--that excited you, dear?" she whispered.
He bent himself slightly forward, gripped the bulge in his pants.
"All red--" he blurted, "all red an' wet." He looked into his mother's
eyes. "Water came out--thick water."
"She orgasmed," whispered Mildred, wriggling her body as though she was
uncomfortable. "She made herself come--"
"Um," said Willis, "me, too--"
Mildred drew on her cigarette until the tip was red. "You'd like to--to
play with this girl, wouldn't you, Willis?" Her voice was low, throbbing.
He wriggled with excitement, squirming himself in his clothing like a
child that wanted to pass water. "Um-yum-yum, Mama--"
She nodded her head slowly.
"When, Mama?" His voice was jerky with excitement. "When can I fuck,
Mama? Fuck her wet cunt, Mama?"
She winced again, half-closed her eyes. "We'll see," she said slowly.
"I'm having Basil for dinner tonight."
Willis looked pleased. "Doctor Basil?"
Mildred smiled. "Yes, dear, Doctor Basil Marston."
Willis dragged his hand off his crotch, made a jabbing movement with his
fist. "He--he'll stick it--" he mumbled, "the--the needle--stick it in
her. He swallowed, half-choked with excitement, "Make her go half-asleep
like he did with--"
"We'll see," interrupted Mildred, still smiling and nodding her head,
"after dinner, Willis, dear--we'll see!"
Chapter 3
Doris took her time about dressing for dinner. "There'll be a guest,"
Mabel Williams had told her, and added: "Mrs. Wynton eats at eight."
She showered, then relaxed on the bed in her bathrobe, and wondered
about the sudden spasm of sexuality that had flooded her body when she was
undressing and teased her until she had succumbed to its urging and spread
herself on her back on the bed and masturbated to a devastating climax.
Bruce! She murmured to herself. No more Bruce!
She thought about it for a moment, then remembered the bleak countryside
that surrounded Romily Manor, and added to herself: No more anybody!
She had got used to the regular sessions of lovemaking that she had
enjoyed with Bruce--and she had enjoyed them, enjoyed them more and more as
their affair had progressed--and she wondered now, how she would manage
without him.
Whatever his other shortcomings, Bruce had been a very satisfying lover.
There was always somebody, she tried to reassure herself, for every
hungry girl there was a man--at least one man! But this wasn't populous
New York, she had to mentally add. This was a remote part of Maine!
Doris sighed; dragged herself to her feet and started to get dressed for
dinner. She should have considered this aspect of leaving New York before.
It was a little late to worry about it now!
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