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The Carny

It was always the same in every little town and hamlet that the carnival stopped in. Walt would try and hook up with some of the
local talent for the four or five days they were in town. To a homey, the life of a carny roustabout seemed like a glamorous way to
live. “Some glamor,” thought Walt, “dusty dirty jobs setting up and tearing down the rides and exhibits that constituted the
Kingston Karnival, and Eddie Kingston made sure that you earned every dime of the crummy pay that he forked over on every
Friday. In between set up and tear down, Walt would handle any number of odd jobs around the midway. If he wasn’t running one
of the many rides for the youngsters, he was operating a game stand, you know, the kind that for a buck you have to knock down
the three milk bottles with two throws, or maybe shoot a moving target with a gun with bad sights. Where ever he was needed,
that’s where you’d find him.

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It was when he was running one of the games that Walt had a chance to interact with the local girls. Usually she would be with her
boyfriend, he would be trying to win her a stuffed animal, while at the same time Walt would be giving her the eye. More often than
not, a few hours later that same girl would be back at the stand, only this time alone. Walt would then usually give her a couple of
free whacks at whatever game he was running, and then make a date with her for later that evening when he was off work. Most of
the time the broads were young, between eighteen and twenty three. This was okay with him, because there was just nothing like
the taste of young pussy! At twenty eight, Walt cut a good looking if rough kind of figure. A little over six feet tall and 190 pounds,
his muscular build attracted the ladies like bees to honey. This town had been like all the others, Walt made contact with young
lady, and made a date for later that evening. After closing down his game, Walt slipped into his trailer, showered, shaved, and put
on a fresh change of clothes. Five minutes later he met Brenda in front of the big top, and off they went arm in arm.

Brenda was a typical townie, trying to act older, more experienced, and more sure of herself than she really was. “Why don’t we go
to my place,” Brenda offered, “my mom is gone, and we can have the place to ourselves!” “Sounds good to me,” Walt replied,
while thinking that this one was gonna be even easier than he thought! “Mom’s out on a date herself,” said Brenda, “and she won’t
be home until morning!” “How about a drink,” Walt asked, as he looked the place over. While Brenda mixed him a drink, Walt sat
down on the couch and put his feet upon the coffee table and turned on the television. Brenda came into the living room holding
two drinks, and asked as she sat down, “Any thing good on TV?” Taking the drink from her he answered, “Nah, just the usual crap,
I was just passin’ the time waitin’ for you.” After they both took a sip of their drinks, Walt turned and put his arm around Brenda’s
shoulder and pulled her close. He kissed her ear and she turned and kissed him full on the mouth. As she pressed harder against
him, Walt could feel the two large breasts the young girl pushed into him. Walt let his free hand roam over the front of Brenda’s
chest, and offered no resistance when he squeezed her boob and twisted the hard nipple that was poking through her thin blouse.
“Baby I really want you,” he whispered, as he unbuttoned the front of her blouse. “Let me help you,” she offered, taking over and
undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt. Walt never tired of seeing a large pair of tits in a low cut bra, and Brenda had that in
spades! “Wow baby,” Walt stammered, “these are the finest boobs I have ever seen in my life!” While maybe not entirely true,
Brenda’s chest was spectacular enough that for once in his life he wasn’t feeding someone a line! “Do you want me to take off my
bra,” she asked coyly, leaning her shoulders back and pushing her chest forward. Walt just groaned, and let his hands caress
them through her white lace bra. “I’ll take that as a yes,” the eighteen year old Brenda said, as she reached behind her and
unhooked the thin satin garment. Teasing him, she kept it from slipping off her chest, and playfully shook her boobs as if trying to
expel them from the now loose bra. “They’re stuck,” she said in a little girl voice, “see, it won’t come off,” as she made show of
trying to tug it off. Getting in the swing of the game, Walt offered his assistance, “May I help you little girl, I’m good at removing
stuck objects from tight places!” “Please kind sir,” Brenda begged, “help me get it off, it’s stuck!” With one quick motion, Walt tore
the bra from Brenda’s chest, exposing what he thought were the most magnificent tits he had ever seen! “My god,” he intoned,
“they are unreal!” “They certainly are real,” she replied, “wanna see, taste them!” Walt didn’t need another invitation, and he dove
straight for the dark pink nipples with his mouth wide open. A sigh escaped Brenda’s lips as Walt took her nipple into his mouth
and sucked hungrily. Brenda’s chest was not only spectacular in appearance, but also unbelievably sensitive to the touch. In the
past, Brenda had cum just by having her tits sucked! It took a tit sucking expert to make it happen, and Walt seemed to be a tit
sucking connisoire! “Suck me baby,” she begged, “suck mama’s big nipples!” Just listening to that little girl’s voice drove Walt
crazy with lust. His pecker was now like a piece of steel trapped in his Levis!

In the next few minutes clothes were flying every which way, with both Walt and Brenda in a race to see who could get naked first.
When they were both down to their birthday suits, Walt was treated with the sight of one of the best bodies he had ever laid eyes
on! The blonde hair on her head was a perfect match for the perfectly trimmed patch between Brenda’s pretty thighs. All Walt could
do was mumble the words, “Fucking beautiful, so fucking beautiful!” Brenda too was not disappointed in what she saw. Walt was
tall, tanned, and lean with well muscled chest and arms, a combination that made Brenda’s pussy ache with desire. What really
turned her on, however, was the eight inch tube of fuck flesh that shot up out of the dark pubic hair in Walt’s crotch. Without a word
being spoken, Brenda sat down on the edge of the couch and gently took Walt’s cock into her mouth. What she lacked in skill was
made up with enthusiasm, as she worked her hot little mouth up and down the length of the veiny shaft. “Oh, baby,” he moaned,
“you do that so well, ooooooh, don’t stop, don’t stop!!!” His legs now were getting a little weak as the pretty 18 year old cocksucker
worked over his meat. It was almost if she was starved for the taste of a pecker, like she hadn’t had in it a long time. Walt could feel
his nuts begin to tighten up as his orgasm neared, and as much as he wanted to shoot his load into her pretty little mouth, he really
wanted to stick his pecker into that blonde fur pie! “Baby, lay back down,” he told her, gently pushing her down on the sofa, “I
wanna fuck you now, so open your legs for me!!!” Brenda, now dripping wet with lust, hurriedly complied, and spread her legs
wide, offering a perfect target for Walt’s throbbing pecker.

The head of Walt’s cock strained the lips of the tight little pussy, causing Brenda to beg him to go slowly. Once the head had
entered the soft canal, he drove his penis to the hilt with one mighty shove. As he bottomed out against her pubic bone, Walt could
see her trying to scream, but no sound was coming from her moving lips. Finally, she let out a low long orgasmic moan. “The little
bitch came on the first stroke,” thought Walt to himself! “Want some more baby,” he growled to her, as he rammed his cock in and
out of her no quivering pussy. “Oh yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth, “fuck me harder, fuck me harder!!!” Walt needed no
further invitation! He used his cock like a jack hammer inside the helpless cunt, resulting in a string of brutally hard orgasms in her
little pussy. When he himself was ready to blow his load, he asked her if she wanted a load in her face. Now in a state of sexual
delirium, she babbled about wanting to feel his spunk all over her body. Walt pulled his cock from the snug box and grabbed it and
started jerking it wildly, aiming it at her heaving chest. The first blast of cum flew all the way to Brenda’s face, where she greedily
licked it up like a cat at a saucer of milk. The rest of the cum covered her breasts and belly, leaving streams of white goo
everywhere. Brenda used both hands and rubbed the fresh semen into her supple skin and said, “Mmmmm, best thing for keeping
your skin soft!” Walt just laughed and kissed her long an deep, probing her mouth with his tongue.

“How long you gonna be in town, Walt,” Brenda asked, while running her hand up and down his bare leg? “Well, sugar, another
three days, and then it’s off to the next stop,” he replied, while he idly pulled on one of her big nipples. “Oh, I wish I could go with
you,” she exclaimed! “Yeah, me too,” he said, “but I’ll be back again next year, and maybe we can see each other again!” In the
back of his mind Walt was already thinking about that next stop, and if he recalled correctly their was a gal there that was just as
pretty and cute as Brenda! “Yeah,” he reiterated, “I’ll see you again next year!”

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A Yank In The Outhouse

It’s odd to be sitting here in the Florida sunshine as a great grandmother and to remember that I never even met my first American until I was almost eighteen. That was when the big war was being fought in Europe. I’m an old, old lady now but I still remember that windy April afternoon when I ran an errand to Mill Cottage and everything that happened to me there.

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My home was in a small rural village in England and I was waiting to be drafted by the government for work in a munitions factory. It was something I was looking forward to because most of the factories were in the cities, and I’d never been to a city. My father was a farm laborer who’d spent his entire life in our village. The only break in his dawn to dusk chores was when he acted as warden in the village church every Sunday. Perhaps it was because he was such a well respected member of the Vicar’s flock that I became a Sunday School teacher. Not that I minded, as there was very little else to do while I waited to be sent away. There were no more dances, no more church socials, not with all the young men away fighting Hitler and all the older people having to work twice as hard to keep things going. The village had become a stagnant little backwater and now even my girl friends were leaving to help make tanks and shells.

I sometimes wonder how long it would have taken me to wake up to real life if I hadn’t run that errand for the Vicar. Anyway, I did, and Mill Cottage turned out to be an instant education by courtesy of our American allies and a pair of English courtesans. And all because the Vicar wanted to ingratiate himself with Mrs Harrington by sending her a bottle of home made dandelion wine!

Mrs Harrington wasn’t a villager at all, nor her friend who lived with her, Mrs Walsh. They were a couple of snobby upper class London wives who’d only moved to the countryside to escape the blitz. They were far richer and more sophisticated than any of us, they wore fancy clothes, their children were in private boarding schools and their husbands were stockbrokers or something. Whatever they did for a living, Mr Harrington and Mr Walsh only came down about once a month to visit their wives. I think perhaps they were quite enjoying the war as temporary bachelors. Mrs Harrington and Mrs Walsh, on the other hand, were clearly pining for London and were only kept away by fear of the bombing. Which all seemed like good reasons to me why they didn’t deserve anything as a gift, not even a bottle of dandelion wine. Another good reason was that I was the one who was going to have to pedal out with it to their home at Mill Cottage, three miles away from the village.

Transport was always a problem in the war. Very few people owned cars, and in any case civilian fuel supplies were so tightly rationed there was none to spare except for the most necessary journeys, so anybody with a bicycle and a pair of strong young legs was always being asked to run errands. Mostly I didn’t mind, but I knew just as well as the Vicar that the only reason he was asking me to run this errand was to curry favor with our local ladies of substance. Perhaps he was hoping there might be a handsome subscription from them eventually for his church restoration fund. Yet, young and naive as I was, I didn’t think he had much chance of getting any cash from either of those two, no matter how deep their purses. Not that I knew anymore about them than the local gossip, though there was plenty of that.

In a village as small as mine a couple of women living on their own caused a lot of loose talk, most of it nonsense, I thought. They were good looking women though, that was true enough. They were much of an age, in their early thirties I suppose. Mrs Harrington had brilliant red hair, which she let grow in a long pony tail all the way down to her waist and always wore rather flamboyant earrings. She was tall and trim and apparently played tennis and golf very well. The dashing air of self confidence in the way she walked around the village always had the men looking after her swishing skirt and the long legs underneath it. As for Mrs Walsh, she was a little shorter and full figured who wore her blonde hair in a high combed style. Both of them dressed like models, even in wartime, right down to nylon stockings, an almost unheard of luxury then. Perhaps there was some truth in those rumors about fancy cars belonging to black market crooks being seen parked near the cottage.

Which was really why I decided to deliver that lousy bottle of wine. Because I was curious about whether anything out of the ordinary did go on at Mill Cottage. Not that I was likely to be any the wiser after I’d been there of course, but at least it was an excuse to go and knock on the door. The back door, of course. I knew the ladies wouldn’t want a farm worker’s daughter knocking on their front door as if I was their social equal.

Having decided to do the job, I found myself heading out of the village on a blowy April afternoon with tree branches flouncing around in a cold wind which was blowing straight into my face. By the time I got to Mill Cottage I was so fed up with the whole stupid business that I just wanted to turn around and get an easy ride home before the wind changed direction. I wheeled my bike down the small gravel drive at the side of the cottage and then stopped in surprise at what I saw.

Parked up behind the cottage, completely out of sight of the road, was a small car quite unlike anything I’d ever seen before. It was square at the front and back, painted olive green, with a raised canvas hood and a long radio aerial sticking up at the back. Obviously it was a military vehicle of some kind. There were white stars on the sides and I realised it must belong to the American army. Apart from anything else the steering wheel was on the wrong side. Then I remembered a picture I’d seen in the newspaper, with General Montgomery riding in a car that looked like this. A joop, or a jeep, or something like that was what it had been called. I didn’t know anything about American cars. In fact I didn’t know anything at all about Americans, except from what I’d seen on the films and newsreels at the cinema. All I’d ever seen of them in real life were a few big planes flying overhead with these same white star badges on the wings.

Of course I was very curious about what the joop was doing at Mill Cottage. A large metal box with yellow lettering and numbers on it was wedged in between the two front seats. I thought perhaps it might contain bullets, which seemed even more likely when I saw that the lid was closed with a padlock. Then I took a second look and realized that the hasp was hanging free. Anybody who wanted to could lift up the lid and look inside the box.

There was nobody in the back yard, nobody at the closed back door, no flutter of movement at any of the cottage’s curtains. All that was needed was for me to lean inside and flick open the top of the box, and if anybody came out I could say I was just wanted to see the inside of the joop. So I leaned in and opened the lid, to find that what I was prying into was a treasure chest of off-the-ration luxuries.There were packets and packets of cigarettes in strange soft packets which had a picture of a camel on them. I wondered why, because I didn’t think there were any camels in America - I’d never seen any on the films, anyway, There were bars of chocolate, there were jars of coffee, there were the protruding necks of four bottles.

I lifted one of them out far enough to read the label - genuine Haig whiskey! So much for the Vicar’s dandelion wine as a home front comfort. Yet the most impressive thing of all to me were the cellophane wrappings with nylon stockings in them. Now I knew how Mrs Harrington and Mrs Walsh were able to wear real nylons whilst the rest of us had to make do with seams painted on the backs of our legs! And perhaps the three boxes of contraceptive sheaths mixed in amongst all these luxury goods supplied a clue as to why they were getting such treats.

Of course, even in my remote little village, we’d heard stories about how US serviceman were incredibly rich, with access to all kinds of fancy supplies, and how successful they’d been in spreading them out amongst the lower sort of girls in return for. . . well, in return. But this was the home of two respectable married women. It couldn’t be that they were playing fast and loose with the Yanks, surely?

And just as I was turning that question over in my mind I heard a woman laugh from somewhere nearby. Bewildered, I looked around and realised that the sound come from the wash house on the other side of the small yard. Smoke was rising out of the chimney, which suddenly seemed very odd, because I knew that Mrs Harrington and Mrs Walsh had a woman come in on every Monday to do their washing and that day wasn’t a Monday.

This is were I have to give everybody a little bit of an history lesson in how domestic chores were done in the old days. Before electricity and washing machines came along the usual thing in most English houses was to do the laundry in a ‘copper’. A copper was a very large circular sink - made of copper coated metal - big enough to hold a week’s houshold laundry together with several gallons of water. Coppers were usually built into the top of a large square brick fireplace about waist height. Except in the larger houses it was always put into an outside building, with a hand operated water pump next to it. The housewife’s job was to keep working the handle on the pump to fill the copper up with water, with occasional breaks to tend to the fire underneath it, until the copper was half full and the water as hot as possible. Then the dirty laundry went in and the whole lot was stirred around many times until it was considered washed. Afterwards it was taken out and everything rinsed in a wooden cask. And after that - well, I’ll tell you about those arrangements by and by. Anyway, the one thing you didn’t usually hear in a washouse was anybody laughing - there was too much hard work done in them for that. So I found it hard to believe our two high society ladies could be doing their own laundry, and even harder to believe they could be enjoying it.

The wash house door was closed. Of course, normally, if I’d have just opened it and walked in, because it wasn’t like going into a house uninvited. Most wash houses were usually shared by several houses anyway. This time though I could justify it to myself to be rather cautious, as Mill Cottage already seemed to have a guest, or guests. I was therefore perfectly entitled to take a cautious peek through one of the wash house windows before I disturbed anybody. At least that was what I told myself as I sought a way to satisfy my burning interest about what was going on in the place. So I walked around the small building until I found a small window misted up on the inside. So misted up that it was impossible to see through.

It was an infuriating situation because it was clearly the only window in the wash house and it was ideally situated, on the far side from the cottage and facing a high hedge row at the back of the cottage garden. Nobody could see me standing there, but I couldn’t see anything either. If it had been an ordinary sort of window the situation would have stayed like that. Only it wasn’t an ordinary sort of window, it was one of the old fashioned type made of lots of small diamond shaped panes of glass set in lead strips. Old fashioned and flimsy, and one of the panes near the top of the window had been knocked out. If only I could just lift myself up a foot or so …

Looking around, I saw several old bricks at the bottom of the wall, stacked together and almost completely hidden from sight by overgrowing grass and nettles. I plucked out three of the bricks, carefully, but still got stung on the wrist by a nettle in my hurry. With the bricks put back on top of each other and with my right foot resting on the top one I was able to lift myself up high enough to put my eye to the gap in the window.

The copper was set in the very middle of the wash house. A steady fire was burning in the grate underneath the copper, with a gently rising cloud of steam above it, and a considerable pile of firewood still waiting to be used. There was a table, a plain old wooden table, near to the fireplace. On the table was a naked man.

Well, naked except for a green towel draped over his bottom as he lay on his stomach on top of the table. On top of the table and on top of some more towels which had been spread across it like table clothes. His hands were resting near his head, the bent arms showing great bulges of muscle on the upper biceps. His face was turned away from me but it was easy to see that he was in the prime of life and physical condition, at least six feet tall, and heavily tanned from the sun in a very un-English way. Another alien thing was the way his black hair had been cut right down almost to his skull, top and sides.

If I was astonished by the sight of the American, as I supposed he must be, I was even more astonished at seeing a woman leaning over him, rubbing her palms over his shoulders and neck muscles. It was Mrs Harrington, smiling as I’d never seen her smile before, Mrs Harrington wearing a white bed sheet wrapped around her like a Dorothy Lamour sarong, and the sheet so damp it seemed to be sticking to her like a second skin. In fact it was obvious she had nothing on underneath the sheet at all!

This was like something the Vicar often preached about in church, about Soddom and Gomorah and all the world’s wickedness. And here in his own parish, a married woman indecently dressed was putting her hands on another man! Yet if I was shocked I was fascinated by the scene, scarcely daring to breathe. Even better was to come though, because Mrs Walsh came around the copper carrying a tray in her hands, a rectangular wooden tray with one small drinking glass on it. Incredibly, she was wearing nothing but a sheet as well, a blue one this time. The only thing which seemed to be holding it up over her breasts was a clothes peg visible in the quivering cleavage between them.

The next thing that happened, astonishingly, was the sight of Mrs Walsh getting down on both her knees at the head of the table and holding the tray up to the man as if she was acting the role of a slave girl! He laughed and said something to Mrs Walsh I couldn’t catch, but she stood up again. In response he raised his other hand and my eyes bulged when I saw the huge shiny pistol in it. I’d never seen one before in my life except in gangster films. The Yank pointed the pistol at Mrs Walsh and she stood still. Then he said something else and Mrs Harrington took her hands off his shoulders and walked around behind Mrs Walsh. Then, and not believing it possible, I saw her reach up in front of her her friend and pull the clothes peg free, letting the sheet slide down over Mrs Walsh until she was standing in front of the man completely naked from the waist up!

Mrs Walsh held the tray underneath her well shaped breasts and gently lifted them up on it with the glass carefully balanced between the pale skinned mounds. She was watching the American as if unsure of his reactions. In the meantime Mrs Harrington stood there grinning, holding the blue sheet around the other woman’s waist. Then she let it fall down to the floor and Mrs Walsh was standing there without a stitch on. If somebody had fired off a shot gun directly behind me at that moment I don’t think I would even have turned my head. Yet this was still only the beginning.

Mrs Walsh slowly knelt down in front of the Yank again, being very careful not to spill the glass. Without any hurry at all he put down the gun on the table, reached out with his thumbs and forefingers and brazenly tweaked both of Mrs Walsh’s bared nipples jutting out over the edge of the tray!

Her hands were trembling. I knew they were because the tray was, and I knew the tray was trembling because both of the breasts piled up on top of it were quivering like newly set jellies. Mrs Walsh was staring down at her own vibrations and at the fingers playing on her with a kind of pursed mouthed concentration, apparently determined on keeping the glass from spilling over. As for Mrs Harrington she leaned forward over her friend and squeezed the Yank’s biceps as if to encourage him. Then I saw her bend forward a little closer as though he was telling her to do something. She nodded, smiled again, reached down with an extended finger between her companion’s breasts and apparently dipped it into the glass. Then the Yank released his grip on Mrs Walsh and Mrs Harrington immediately applied her long fingernail to the very same places, apparently smearing each of her friend’s nipples with a drop of liquid from the glass.

Talk about exciting! I was watching all this in complete disbelief. I saw Mrs Walsh wriggle further forward on her knees and lift the tray higher towards the Yank’s face. He had the pistol in his hand again and pointed it down towards her legs. Then he leaned forward and started to lick on each of the nipples in turn as Mrs Walsh apparently struggled to keep the tray level, struggling even more as the man slid further forward yet on the table and took a mouthful of her right tit into his opened mouth. The tray began quivering again and Mrs Walsh surprised me by suddenly laughing out aloud in the same way as I had first heard outside.

My impression was that the pistol wasn’t a real threat, more a kind of symbol of power. Neither of the women seemed to be in real fear, I was sure of that. They were playing out roles which they were willing to do and the gun was there as a kind of stage prop. Whatever was going on there was no doubt that both of them seemed totally unabashed in doing whatever the Yank wanted them to. It also seemed just as certain that one or both of them were soon going to get treated in the same way as married women were treated all the time. I certainly hoped so because I really wanted to watch that! I was also hoping that it wouldn’t be long before it happened because my eye was watering already with squinting through the small hole and my right ankle was aching from balancing awkwardly on the bricks. Still, it was well worth it because now Mrs Walsh had put down the tray and was holding each of her nipples in turn up to the Yank’s mouth, dribbling a few drops from the glass onto herself each time, apparently as a way of encouraging him to keep on sucking both of the jutting tips.

It was simply so obvious how excited she was, obvious not only because her teats were sticking out so much, but by the way she was offering them to him with an almost abject eagerness to please, as if she was a puppy lying on her back surrendering to the authority of the pack leader. When I remembered how the pair of them strutted around the village with their noses in the air - well, I would have given a fortune to have some kind of a magic crystal ball or television set at home which would show this scene over and over again. Not that I’d ever seen a television set, of course, but I had once met a man who said he’d watched one in London before the war.

Soon there was something better to see than any television. Mrs Harrington went back to the side of the table, where she had been before, on the opposite side of it to the window I was looking through. She calmly reached down and pulled the towel off the man’s bottom. As she was neatly folding it I stared at the sight, the paler rounds of flesh in the middle of the long stretches of well tanned skin. Then she put her hands on each of the taut buttocks and stroked them with her palms, just as she had done to his shoulders. The Yank stirred and moved around, then apparently lost interest in Mrs Walsh’s bosom, glancing back and lifting his bottom up an inch or so off the table. The reason why was probably because Mrs Harrington’s right hand had slid out of sight, down between the top of the legs, and the only place those long fingernails could be now was around his balls. It was like getting a bull aroused for a tupping session with a cow.

Mrs Walsh got up and walked around the table on my side, still stark naked and blocking my view of what was happening but apparently helping her friend in her work. Mrs Harrington stepped back and pulled down the top of her white sheet, revealing exactly what I expected to see: nothing but bare skin. Her breasts were a lot smaller than Mrs Walsh’s were, and she winked and smiled at her friend and ran her hands over herself before she stepped up to the table again. Her nipples were browner and larger in proportion to the other woman’s but just as taut.

Then I saw the American’s face for the clearly for the first time as he rolled over on his back. He was very good looking, with a strong chin and a straight nose, like the cowboys we saw in Hollywood films at the cinema. Or perhaps I was put in that way of mind by the pistol he was still holding. Mrs Harrington looked at his face, down at what was in front of her and then back at the man as if she had some great satisfaction in what she was seeing. I couldn’t see much myself because Mrs Walsh was in the way, but it seemed as if they were both playing with him together, which surely, I thought, there couldn’t be room for. Mrs Harrington moved sideways a step or so, leaned forward over the American, rested her hands on the other side of the table and began rubbing herself over him with her breasts dragging to and fro against the mat of curly black hair on the man’s powerful chest. She seemed to be enjoying the feeling. He laughed and put his free hand round behind her. Mrs Harrington moaned loud enough for me to hear as she wriggled her bottom around under the man’s touch. His other hand and the pistol in it was still pointing towards Mrs Walsh.

She moved around to the end of the table and I gaped at what I could see now, the jutting length of maleness that stood up proudly from the American’s loins. Without the slightest hesitation Mrs Harrington reached out to her side and stroked his length from top to bottom, from tip to balls, as calmly as if she was polishing a church candlestick - which was about the length and size of it as well. It didn’t seem necessary to threaten the women with a pistol when he could point something like that at them. Mrs Harrington certainly seemed to be fascinated by it and in watching her companion lean forward between his legs, further and further forward until her face was between his thighs. And then Mrs Walsh put out her tongue and lapped at the side of the rampant horn nearest to her.

Mrs Harrington giggled at the sight, still clutching the top of the Yank’s cock. Then she slid further up his body and lowered her head to kiss him full on the lips as he kept on fondling her amongst the folds of the rucked up sheet. After that she moved back again in the other direction, her tongue running over his body hair, until she was face to face with her friend. Mrs Walsh was still licking the Yank’s cock and both of their tongues met as if by appointment on the very tip of his straining flesh.

As for me, by this stage I wouldn’t have blinked if Adolf Hitler had goose stepped in singing ‘There’ll Always Be An England’ - I was past being surprised by anything. Our two most stuck up ladies, our local snobs, bellies down over a Yank soldier doing things I’d heard of but hardly believed possible. Both of them playing the same pink piccolo at the same time and to the same tune! But who would ever believe me if I told them? Oh, this was going to be good!

It was. First of all Mrs Harrington went to the side of the copper and picked up a small packet she tore open with her teeth. As she came back she took out what was inside it and put on the tip of his policeman’s helmet. With a lot of laughing the two respectable married ladies helped each other unroll the rubber sheath down over the American’s rearing organ, stretching the rubber so tightly it glinted in the flickering light from the open fireplace. It was obvious from the way that the man was rubbing himself up and down against their hands that there was a pressure bursting up inside him he urgently needed to relieve.

The Yank suddenly jumped up, grabbed Mrs Harrington’s sheet and pulled it off her body with one hand, to show she was wearing no more underneath it than her friend had been. Then he grabbed her by her ponytail and bent her forward over the table, still holding her hair and pressing the pistol against the side of her head.

Mrs Walsh leaned forward and reached down between the two of them, apparently positioning his cock for the first lunge forward into Mrs Harrington. When he moved his prisoner screeched like a scalded cat and then much louder again as the Yank jerked against her, wedging Mrs Harrington on that massive piston and beginning to pound it into her like the driving rod on a steam locomotive. Now he was on his feet I could see he was a giant of a man, as wide across the shoulder as the village well, with cords of muscle on him like a blacksmith. Mrs Harrington seemed like a puppet against him as he jerked her backwards one handed, then rammed her foward again with his hips. Not that she wasn’t helping as much as she could in sliding up and down his long inches, her hands gripping the table’s edge with whitened knuckles as she squealed like a slaughtered pig.

I wondered what each of them was feeling. The man was enjoying himself tremendously, proud of showing what he could do and obviously enjoying every movement. I thought he looked like a footballer scoring a goal with every stroke. Mrs Harrington - well, she making so much noise it seemed it might be more of a pain than a pleasure for her, until I saw her face and knew she was getting something out of the act that she had to have. Not just pleasure but a necessary fulfilment - like a moth fluttering above a candle that’s scorching its wings yet desperate to get even closer. It was fascinating.

Meanwhile Mrs Walsh was stepping off a chair onto the table. She stepped over the top of her friend then knelt down on top of her. Mrs Walsh’s bottom pinned Mrs Harrington to the table top, her hands resting on the other woman’s shoulders as if to make sure she couldn’t move.

The American put down the pistol, reached around Mrs Walsh with his huge hands and seized both of the plump breasts that hung down as if they were ripe fruit ready for picking. She seemed to enjoy that well enough, but I could see what she couldn’t, Mrs Harrington’s petulant expression at being held still and suddenly deprived of the Yank’s full attention. She twisted her head around to the left and then to her right, calling him to keep on fucking her. Yes, that was the word she actually used, loud enough for me to hear her, and with her supposed to be so middle class and posh. The Yank grinned in great good humour, suddenly looking like a schoolboy stealing a slice of cake, and then answered her begging with several thrusting strokes so powerful that I was sure the table was shoved forward an inch or so, even with all the weight that was on it. Mrs Harrington beat her palms flat on the table and honked - it’s the only word, through her nose and sounding just like a angry goose as her earrings jangled.

The man’s right hand dropped down onto Mrs Harrington’s spine in front of Mrs Walsh, then slid back to the bush of hair that was the same colour as Mrs Walsh’s hair. The fingers moved between the two women, underneath Mrs Walsh and up into her. Her thigh muscles tensed and her fingernails clutched at her friends shoulders as if she was riding her like a jockey, though it was clear that the only riding Mrs Harrington was concerned with was the one she was getting from the Yank. And it was then, at that moment, that Mrs Walsh lifted up her head, looked at me and shouted out in anger.

It was one of these times that you can see what’s going on in somebody’s mind without any need for words or even signs. She was already gasping for breath, her face screwed up and ruddy cheeked as she concentrated on her pleasures, and then she was suddenly staring at me and trying to warn the other two. The problem for her was that neither of them were interested right then in anything she had to say. As for me, I couldn’t believe she’d been able to spot my eye with everything else that had been taking her attention. Only when I looked down at the window did I realise what had happened. The fire had burnt down, the water in the copper wasn’t quite so hot now and some of the mist on the window had disappeared. Not much, but enough for me to see the firelight through it - which must mean, I supposed, that the upper part of my body was silhouetted against the daylight. Which was how Mrs Walsh must have seen that somebody was watching them. The question now was what to do next.

There was total confusion in my mind about whether to run away or apologise for being there. Then I decided that I was being a fool for thinking that any sort of an apology would get me out of this situation. The only thing to do was to get away as soon as possible. But Mrs Walsh was a lot more quick witted than I was. She forced herself up and back and looked down to where the Yank had put his pistol on top of the table. She reached for it, picked it up and aimed it directly at the window I was looking through.

“Stay there!” I heard her shout.

The pistol was waving around a lot but her finger was on the trigger and the barrel looked as big as a milk churn as it was aimed straight at my eye. Until then I hadn’t had the faintest idea of how frightening it can be to have a gun aimed at you, especially when you don’t know if it’s loaded or not. And even more especially when the person holding the gun might really be angry enough to use it. So I did something I never thought I’d have to do in my life. I held my hands up over my head like a surrendering soldier. But in my shock at what was happening I’d stepped down off the bricks and lost my viewpoint through the latched window. I could hear through it though, a mingled bellow of male triumph and a higher pitched shriek of absolute pleasure. It seemed that Mrs Harrington had finally touched the flame with her wings and the Yank was also very happy about his own situation.

I was much less happy about mine. Staring at the window pane a few inches in front of my face I wondered whether I was still visible through the misty glass from the other side. Perhaps I could run off now, get on my bike and pedal like mad for home. On the other hand maybe Mrs Walsh could see my outline against the daylight outside and if she saw it moving she might pull that trigger. I was pretty certain that the pistol wasn’t loaded, and I was almost sure that she couldn’t be crazy enough to try to kill me even if it was, but somehow those two facts seemed to weigh very lightly against the memory of that big gun aimed straight at me.

There was more to it though. If I stayed there it was certain that I was going to meet the Yank. And even if I wasn’t as smart or as well to do as Mrs Walsh and Mrs Harrington, I was younger than they were and I didn’t think I was so bad looking. And to be honest, I couldn’t see that what they were doing for their luxuries was so bad, especially not with a man who looked like that. I suppose I was getting bored with being a dutiful bible imbiber and bored with living within the rules of village life. Truth to tell I’d just seen two women being treated like Chicago gangster’s molls and I envied them because it was the sort of mad moment which could never have happened in my life. Or at least I thought it couldn’t.

What did happen was that I suddenly found myself staring down the barrel of the pistol again, only without a window between me and it this time. And the reason for that was because the window had been pushed open and the man was standing in the frame, aiming the pistol straight at me.

“Who are you then, honey?” he asked me. He spoke very slowly, dragging the words out of his mouth as if he was pulling them out like strips of toffee. There was a deeper tone in that huge chest than I’d ever heard in anybody’s voice.

“Sarah Vandell - Sarah Vandell! I just came to deliver some wine, that’s all.”

“Oh God. It’s that bloody Sunday School teacher,” I heard Mrs Harrington say sharply. I couldn’t see her though, the Yank was completely filling the window space with his body.

“Wine?” He looked down at the bricks I’d piled up against the wall underneath the window. “You sure seem to go to a lot of trouble making your housecalls. Tell you what, young lady, why don’t you just step back up here where you where and tell us about yourself?”

“Please stop pointing that gun at me,” I protested. “It looks dangerous.”

He grinned, again looking for a second like a small boy: “Lady, in the army they always tell us that it’s the unloaded gun which kills people. This one is loaded and cocked and the safety catch is off, so it can’t possibly hurt you. Now just kindly come back where you where and then I’ll put the gun down.”

The wind seemed to be blowing even more strongly as I took a pace forward and put my weight on the brick pile again. Now I was looking directly into the Yank’s face. Dark skin, hooded eyes, high forehead, that convict style haircut, a glimpse of white teeth in sardonically smiling lips, a strange smell of sweat and - perfume? From Mrs Harrington or Mrs Walsh, or was it true what I’d heard, that American men splashed scent on their face after they’d shaved?

It wasn’t something I had time to think about. He did get rid of the pistol: he passed it to one of the women inside the wash house and immediately afterwards he put his hands underneath my armpits and lifted me off my feet as if I was a little girl. It was a tremendous surprise to be just hoisted and virtually dragged through the window - If it hadn’t been for the fact that I was wearing my long cycling skirt my knees would have been badly grazed on the window sill.

“Hi, honey, my name’s Reuben. I guess you know Harriet and Susan.”

Well, I didn’t, not by their Christian names, and I still didn’t know which one was which, nor did I care too much right then, because I was still being held up in his remarkably powerful hands with my toes just barely touching the paving stones. Above everything else I was acutely aware of the fact that I was about as close as I could be to a completely naked man

“Ladies, I think it’s time we turned the handle here”.

I didn’t have a clue as to what he was talking about though it was obvious from the smile on Mrs Harrington’s face that she did. As for Mrs Walsh, she moved as quickly as she could to the mangle standing near to the copper.

You remember I promised to explain about the washing after it had been rinsed? Well, a mangle was a heavy cast iron upright frame and in the top of the frame were two wooden rollers, each one twice as thick as my arm, with the wet laundry squeezed item by item between the rollers as they were turned by a handle on a big wheel. I guessed that was the handle the Yank was talking about.

Yes, Mrs Walsh already had her hands on the crank handle. I saw that before the Yank spun me round so the mangle was behind me. Then I felt the back of my skirt being plucked up. Straining my neck around, I saw that Mrs Harrington had lifted up the hem and was feeding it between the rollers as her friend cranked the handle around. The American laughed, let go of me and as more and more of the skirt was drawn up between the rollers and I was pulled backwards, uselessly trying to hold down the hemline as it rose up my legs. I suppose I must have protested, but nobody took any notice of whatever I said, not until I was pinned back against the mangle with most of my skirt hanging out the other side of it. What was left to me was rucked up around my waist, so high up that I knew the bottoms of my old fashioned bicycling briefs with the elasticated leg pieces must be showing. The sneer on Mrs Harrington’s still flushed face was proof enough of that, let alone the Yank’s grin.

“Honey, you sure do have one nice pair of legs, especially for a Sunday School teacher.”

“Let me go, please.”

He picked up one of the towels off the table and tied it around his waist, sat down on the top of the table and reached out his hand to Mrs Harrington. She gave him the gun and he put it down next to himself.

“And you sure haven’t been short changed in the upper works either, Sarah. A nice little double handful there for any guy to play with.”

I felt my face burning and my tongue completely tied. I’d never even heard of any man daring to talk like this to a respectable girl. Mrs Harrington just laughed, picked up the tray and walked off towards another table with clothing thrown on top of it.

“Susan, why don’t you put some more wood on the fire? This is the only place I can get warm in a goddam country that’s never heard of central heating. Don’t worry about our unexpected guest, she’s going noplace soon.”

A couple of his fingers tapped lightly against the pistol and Mrs Walsh - Susan? - walked towards the fire. As she walked past the Yank he caught her right breast in his outstretched hand and pulled her round to his lap. Mrs Walsh grunted, pulled the sheet around her above her hips and pressed herself against him in shameless response, grabbing his hand and holding it between her legs as she kept on making noises like a pig rooting through kitchen scraps. The Yank was watching my face as he put his fingers into Mrs Walsh, apparently far more interested in my response than in that of the woman he was playing with.

“See, I told you she wasn’t going anyplace soon. She’s too interested in watching what I’m doing to you girls to want to leave.”

“I’m not interested in what you’re doing” I said as confidently as I could. “I do want to leave, so you’d better let me go. And you can’t get away with threatening people with guns in this country. This isn’t Chicago.”

“Honey, I would never have guessed that,” he said sarcastically.

Mrs Harrington came back with her sheet neatly wrapped around her again and carrying the tray. On it were three glasses and a very expensive looking gold cigarette case. She took two cigarettes out of it, put them in her mouth and lit both with a lighter built into the case. I’d never seen such a fancy thing before. She passed one of the smokes to the Yank who released Mrs Walsh as casually as he’d grabbed her to take the cigarette from Mrs Harrington’s hand. Susan seemed unhappy about being discarded and knelt down to begin shoving sticks into the fire with unnecessary force. The man and the woman still at the table drank and smoked and stared at me, Reuben with lazy interest, Mrs Harrison with sharp eyed annoyance.

“What are you doing here, Sarah?” she asked.

“I don’t have to answer your questions!” I answered with defiance.

She smiled coldly: “How would you like us to feed you through that mangle the other way around - tits first?”

“I was just delivering a bottle of wine for the Vicar.” I answered quickly, my stomach feeling as if the wind had just been knocked out of it. Mrs Harrington snorted in disbelief, her eyes sharp and bright.

“It’s true - the bottle is in the saddlebag of my bike outside. But when I got here I heard some noise from inside here and I just wondered, well, what was going on. . .”

“So you decided to spy on us and now you’re going to go back to the village with a lot of gossip which everybody in the county will hear about in a day or two - or at least you think that’s what you’re going to do.”

“I won’t tell anybody anything.” I told her, trying to damp down her rising anger.

“No you won’t, not if you know what’s good for you. Reuben is a Major in the American military police and very rich as well, so you’d better not say anything or you’ll be in real trouble.”

“Gals, gals, quieten down will you, I’m getting a head ache,” the Yank rumbled. “This is no problem. There’s twenty pounds in the jeep that I’ll give to Sarah here in return for keeping quiet about our little get together.’

Twenty pounds - it was a fortune, as much as a skilled man could earn in a month. “And seeing as how she’s here and paid for, I guess she may as well join in the fun as well. It sure would be a waste of a good Sunday school teacher otherwise, for Jacob can see there is corn in Egypt.”

I was almost as startled by the quotation from the old testament as I was by his implied threat of what he was going to make me do.

“Now you needn’t look so surprised, honey. We’ve got bibles back home as well and my folks were kinda strict about bringing me up on it. Anyway, I guess we need to make a sinner out of you so there’ll be no temptation for you to go throwing any stones. Now if only I’d have known that I was going to have to lead a pretty young lady like you into temptation afternoon, why I guess I’d have preserved my strength a little instead of sinning straight off with Harriet.” He spread his arms out to encompass all three of us, then reached down and stroked his groin underneath the towel, still looking around and leering. “The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few.”

Next his eyes turned directly towards me: “Never mind, Sarah, ye shall eat of the fat of the land.”

It took me a moment or two to understand what he meant and why the women were laughing at me. Imaging myself sprawled over the top of a man’s naked body with my mouth full of him was as inconceivable as doing it with two other women watching me. Yet there was a kind of poetic justice about it that I knew would appeal to Susan and Harriet. I felt like I did when I fell of my bike - only really having time to wonder how hard the ground was going to hit me when I finally stopped falling.

“How long do you think she was watching us?” Harriet asked.

“Long enough to know exactly what’s going to happen to her now,” Susan snapped.

The other two each seemed to find the idea amusing. Reuben put his arms around the women, each of his hands cupping one of their breasts.

“Well, Sarah, you sure do seem a mite overdressed for the occasion. Maybe we can do something about that,” he drawled. His cigarette was hanging from the corner of his mouth, an eyelid screwed up against the smoke. I’d never seen a man so self assured. He dropped his hands and slapped both of the women on their bottoms. “Fix her up, gals. I’ve got to make a call on the radio - find out how things are going back at HQ.”

He got off the table, tied the towel around his waist, slipped his feet into a pair of unlaced shoes. “Have her ready for me when I come back.” He went outside, apparently unconcerned by the cold wind blowing outside. The gun was still in his hand, as though he was determined never to be parted from it.

As Susan and Harriet moved towards me I reached round to the handle to try to release myself but my skirt was bunched up in the rollers too tightly for me to be able to turn it from that difficult angle. And anyway, it was two against one, two who would have grabbed my arm before I could have turned the wheel even once. There was no way out.

Harriet Harrington stood and watched me, her arms crossed, the same cold smile on her face; her companion touched her elbow and whispered in her ear. Whatever she said seemed to suit Harriet.

“Well, Miss School Teacher, you might have thought that you’ve had an interesting afternoon so far, but it’s soon going to get a lot more interesting. Now for starters, it must be getting awfully hot in here underneath that sweater you’ve got on.”

Of course it was. In a situation like this I would have been hot and bothered enough anyway, let alone in a hot steamy room with a sweater on. My skin was pricking underneath it and drops of sweat were rolling down my face.

“So why don’t you let us take it off you?”

I shook my head.

“Suit yourself,” Harriet said briskly. “It’s just as easy for me to get Reuben to do it. He’d enjoy that, but you won’t. Especially when he gives you a spanking for being a stubborn little bitch. He’s got a swagger stick that he’s used on me once and I’ve never dared to argue with him since. But you’re going to be stripped off in here, that’s for certain. Your only choice is whether you want to be given a civilized shagging afterwards, or just plain raped. Whatever happens, Susan and I will be holding you down for Reuben if we have to, understand that. We need to make sure you won’t talk and having you thoroughly fucked is our only guarantee of that. So is it going to be done easy or hard? And if it’s to be made easy for you you’d better put your arms up without any further delay.”

I didn’t know what to do. Until Mrs Walsh showed me the long hat pin in her hand, then pressed the point of it through the wool of my sweater, through the fabric of my bra and into my left breast. It made me cry out with pain.

“Better make your mind up, Sarah - quickly.” She wasn’t pretending

Once more in the same day I held my arms up over my head in surrender. Harriet and Susan put their hands underneath the sweater my mother had knitted for me and raised it up and up, over my bra cups and over my shoulders, over my face, my hair, along my arms, and then it was hanging from her hands and I was wearing nothing but my bra above the waist. Susan nudged the left cup with her palm, her face close to mine.

“We’ll have that off you, and then you can do a performance for us to watch.”

I could see the smudged mascara on her eyebrows, smell the tobacco on her breath. It was a different sort of tobacco smell to anything I’d ever smelt before, sweeter. My heart was was bouncing around in my chest like a canary frantic to get out of its cage. Susan asked me questions.

“I bet you’ve never done it before have you? Or did that Charlie Moore manage to get his wicked way with you before he finally got called up for the navy?”

I was surprised she knew about Charlie and me. Everybody else in the village probably knew we’d begun courting but I didn’t think anybody in Mill Cottage would have cared.

“No, we didn’t do anything,” I protested.

Harriet touched me as well, stroking my cheek with the back of her fingers: “In that case I’ll bet twenty to one that Charlie boy is going to get a lovely surprise on his next leave. By then you’ll be grabbing hold of any cock you can get and bouncing up and down on it like a good ‘un. You’re as sexy a girl as I’ve ever seen, Sarah, and your days as a Sunday School teacher are definitively over.”

“No - no,” I protested, in vain. Susan unhooked the back of my bra and both of them took it off me. Both pairs of hands had long unchipped fingernails and soft skin which had never done any work. Harriet stood back and eyed me.

“Well, Sarah, you’re a well developed young lady. If nobody has been getting his fingers around those it’s been a sad waste.”

I tried to cover myself up with my hands, and that just made them laugh at me even more. Harriet said: “OK, let’s take off her English Channels now.”

“My what?”

“Your briefs,” Susan explained. “Your last line of defense.”

“Oh God!”

It only took a second or two, both of them kneeling down on either side of me and plucking the briefs down. “Be careful, please. Don’t break the elastic.” Maybe it was a silly thing to say under the circumstances, but maybe it wasn’t. Elastic was another clothing item which was hard to come by in wartime shops.

Anyway, they were reasonably careful, not wrenching them off me and helping me to step out of them. Harriet stood up, threw them casually across the back of a chair and looked carefully at me again. Susan had picked up a cigarette from somewhere and swallowed a stream of smoke before passing it over to Harriet.

“Another turn of the handle?”

“Oh yes, I think so. Just to set the scene off nicely.”

Susan caught hold of the mangle’s handle and turned it again, pulling me yet closer to the rollers and the bottom of the skirt up higher until it was right up around the top of my legs and I was literally within a hair’s breath of indecent exposure. One futile attempt trying to pull back some of the trapped cloth was enough to prove I was wasting my time. Susan giggled and patted the handle.

“One more turn, Sarah, one more turn of this and you’ll be putting on a turn of your own. A strip show turn with everything on show.”

“What are you doing this for?” I asked. “Why are you doing everything that man wants you too?”

Harriet nodded her head, as if appreciating the question.

“It’s suddenly become a whole new world, Sarah. A whole new country anyway. You know how it’s always been in England, the aristocracy and the landowners have always had the real power - and if you weren’t born and bred in their own little circles you were always a second rater, no matter how hard you worked or how good you were. But now we’re suddenly getting thousands of these Yanks flooding in and you just can’t believe how rich they are. Rich as a nation, rich as individuals, many of them. Not broad acres and rent book rich but cash rich. They’ve got bundles of money burning holes in their pockets because they know they’re going to be in the fighting and maybe getting killed. All they want are good times and to hell with what it costs. So if you’ve ever wanted to make your pile while you’re young, this is your chance. We’d be delighted to have you join us.”

“Join you?”

“Sure, believe me, there’s plenty for all and thanks to Reuben we’re just starting to get organised in a big way. He wants to bring some of his friends along here for a party - I think you’d be just right to come as the second story maid. I can even get you a special costume to wear.”

She was laughing at me with her eyes but she was serious too. “Listen, Sarah, if you come to one of Reuben’s parties dressed in the right way and carrying a collection plate you could end up buying your own house in that mouldy old village. You’ve got a lovely smile - it could be a smile that sets you up for smiling for the rest of your life.”

That struck a chord. My family, like many others, lived in a tied cottage - a cottage that belonged to the farm my dad worked for. If he lost his job he lost his home as well, a situation that always gave the farmers the whip hand when dealing with troublesome workers. Nobody could ever call my father a troublesome worker but it had always a sore point with me. Basically, tithed workers were no better off than Negro cotton pickers living in plantation cabins in the days of slavery. The prospect of being able to buy a way out of that trap was enough to get my undivided attention. Or at least it would have been at almost any other time - only Reuben walked back in just then.

As a natural reaction I covered my nipples up with my hands, something he hardly seemed to notice. A white belt was slung over one of his massive shoulders and around his chest like a bandoleer, a holster hanging off it and the butt of the pistol sticking out of the top of the holster. It was just like the cinema again, like one of the Mexican bandits you saw in the cowboy films. I felt like Dorothy in reverse - I’d somehow clicked my heels and we must be in Kansas. I wondered if there were Mexican bandits in Kansas.

“Goddamn those stupid bastards I have working for me!” Reuben’s smile had faded into a look of anger which frightened me. He seemed to realise that and to reassure me.

“Sorry, Sarah, I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ve been checking on things in London and I guess I’ve got a problem.”

“What’s wrong?” Susan asked him with concern in her voice.

“Two of my sergeants were doing street familiarization with a London bobby. They’d parked up near Claridge’s while the limey cop went for one of his usual limey tea breaks. So my two guys were sitting in their jeep and there’s a maroon Rolls-Royce parked outside the hotel across the road with an ATS officer inside it. Very young, not bad looking apparently. So she gets out of the Rolls and walks over to the jeep and asks my two half wits how they like England. OK, one half wit then, because one of the guys is very polite and says he likes it a lot. But sergeant Hermann Zeitler, he tells this female limey officer they should cut the cables on the barrage balloons and let the whole goddamned island sink into the sea. So she gives him a real long hard look and goes back to the Rolls. Just then the cop comes back and asks them if they knew who they’d been talking to.”

“Some Duchess?” Susan guessed.

“Some Duchess! That fuckwit Zeitler, he’s only gone and told off Princess Elizabeth of England!
If she complains the shit is really going to hit the fan. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if Eisenhower was still around but now he’s in North Africa and the senior American officer left in London is General John H. Lee. That strutting turkey will just love it if the US Ambassador to the Court of Saint James turns up in his office complaining that Major Reuben Steele’s military police company have been insulting the British royal family.”

“It’s OK,” Harriet said. “I bet the Princess won’t say anything about it. She’ll be like the rest of us, too glad to see you people here to help us to worry about a small thing like that. My advice would be to write to her, apologise, and say that your man only answered the way he did because he was feeling homesick. And maybe send her a gift of some kind as well.”

“What the hell sort of present do you give a Princess?”

“Nothing to her, perhaps, but if she’s in the army you could donate something to her unit. A film projector and some of the latest Hollywood films — musicals would be good. Anything at all except war films — we’re all fed up with the war over here.”

“Good thinking, Harriet. I’ll do just that. As for Sergeant Zeitler, I’ve got an ideal transfer arranged for him. If he doesn’t like this island we’ll send him to one where he’ll have real trouble finding any princesses to mouth off at.”

“Where’s that then, Reuben?”

“A nice little tropical resort in the South Pacific called Guadalcanal. I’ve a feeling that Zeitler won’t be there too long before he’s wishing like hell he was back pulling duty outside Claridge’s.”

“Never mind, we’ll take your mind off your worries,” Susan said brightly. “Won’t we, Sarah?”

“What do you mean?” I asked her and she smiled.

“I think we can lift that skirt just a teensy weensy touch more, can’t we, Susan?”

Susan put her hands on the handle: “Hey, hey and a up she rises, early in the morning”.

Harriet’s hand dropped to the front of Reuben’s towel and stroked his pizzle. “I think we might have something here that’s about to rise as well.”

The Yank grinned and plucked the towel from his waist. His cock twitched as Harriet touched it, like the head of a sleeping python being roused. The length of flesh seemed almost independent of Reuben somehow — he and Harriet were both looking down at it as if neither of them were quite sure of what it was going to do next. Then he carefully folded the towel in a long strip and gave me a smile which seemed to be as slow growing as what was stirring at his groin.

“Sarah, I guess you’ve heard about Sir Walter Raleigh spreading his cloak in front of Queen Elizabeth. Now you’re going to have a man spread a towel for you. No need to get frightened, I’m not going to hurt you any.”

I was so nervous I didn’t know whether to scream or not as he laid the towel on the brick floor in front of my feet. I was puzzled as well, not knowing what he meant to do, even more so when he knelt down on the towel, his face only a few inches from the hem of my skirt. He swirled one of his fingers around as a signal to Sarah and she turned the handle as far as she could. I was pinned right gack against the mangle, up on the tips of my toes, with my own small patch of brown hair openly exposed and Reuben’s breath stirring them. I saw his tongue dart forward and press against the junction at the top of my legs. The wriggling length of hot skin went further underneath me as he tilted his head back, his eyes staring at my face in humor as he lapped against most private places like a cow feeding off a salt lick. Both of the other women were watching me as though I was was some kind of a laboratory experiment, some kind of Frankenstein about to come to life.

Not that that was far from the truth, and it was Reuben who was whipping up the storm where the electricity was coming from.

I found myself wailing out his name as my clit began to swell like a spring bud. There was no way I could stop myself twitching and gasping in response, my bare bum rubbing up against the wooden rollers of the mangle. Looking down at the Yank’s smiling eyes I knew I was seeing the man who was going to be my first lover, the one who was going to change me from a girl into a woman. My hands came down and rubbed his bristly scalp in encouragement as I literally melted on top of Reuben’s face, my cunt as damp as the tongue rubbing against it. Henrietta and Susan grabbed at my exposed nipples, tweaking and plucking both of them with crazy smiles on their faces, like the Marx brothers trying to tune a harp.

My head went back and I stared up wide eyed into the roof rafters, letting out a shriek which echoed amongst them. Although it must have been my imagination I thought I saw the clouds of steam underneath the tiles quivering at the sound waves.

Harriet’s face was close to mine, watching with amusement and interest: “How do you feel now, Miss Sunday School Teacher?”

I groaned. “Like a Guy Fawkes dummy on top of a burning bonfire!”

“Then it must be about time for the fireworks to start.”

She began nibbling on one of my ears and then Susan did the same from the other side, just as Reuben’s huge hands clasped my bottom. One of his fingers jabbed straight up between both of my buttocks and I wailed out again. Reuben leaned back, his hands still holding me in a crushing embrace.

“Noisy little bitch, isn’t she? I wonder if she’ll be able to keep it up when I introduce her to the rest of the guys.”

“You think she’ll be able to stand the strain?” Susan answered in a jokey kind of voice,

He stood up and casually waggled the huge up roll of swollen skin curving up in front of his loins. “I guess we’ll have to give her a stretch test to find out. Roll a sheath on for me, ladies.”

They couldn’t get down on their knees fast enough, as if they were worshipping his maleness, working hand over hand to stretch the sheath over the length of a cock that seemed more the right size for a bull than a man. I’d never been near so frightened of anything in my life — being shagged for the first time was bad enough, being shagged for the first time in front of an audience was worse, but being shagged by a tool like that! I was going to die in agony impaled on an organ which was never meant to be used on a human woman …

The only slight consolation was that Harriet had already been used by it and survived: on the other hand, our respectable Mrs Harrington had probably had more men inside her already than the changing rooms at Wembley Stadium. Reuben had been following a well beaten path, not cutting a new one. It was no use, I was as dead as Lord Kitchener, and for the same reason - torpedoed to death.

No sooner was the sheath on than Susan was checking the fit with her mouth, squatting on her haunches and snorting through her nose as she sucked on his cock, one hand cupping his balls.
Her other hand was up between Harriet’s thighs as that ‘lady’ licked the matted hair on Reuben’s chest.

“Yeah, maybe you girls would be interested in hearing that a bunch of my guys will be here soon for a work break. I think what we’ll do is to dump little Sarah here in the copper to steam for a while in a hot bath. When my guys arrive they can strip off at the door, collect a bar of soap each and gather around the copper to give her a real thorough washing. I guess we might get some fun out of watching that.”

Harriet giggled and looked at me as if it was a great joke I should be sharing in while Susan sounded as if she was choking. She had to stop sucking on Reuben’s cock before she could recover her breath.

“OK, ladies, one leg each, high and wide, and let’s see if the Sunday School teacher knows any good prayers.

The two ladies of Mill Cottage seemed quite calm as they prepared for my ravishment by lifting up my legs as I cried out and held onto the frame of the mangle underneath me. “Put her knee over your offside shoulder,” Harriet said. “She’s not very heavy but we might be here for a while and it’s easier to support her weight like this”

It was crazy, it was impossible, I was hanging in mid air with my legs splayed out against two naked womens’ breasts, my calves pressing again

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Mackenzie Kayne - Latex Costume

Hey men! Mackenzie Kayne here to keep you warm this Saturday morning. More than a few of you thought I should wear this latex lingerie out for Halloween. I’ll admit, at first I thought you were all crazy if you thought I was going to wear something like this out in public - however, the idea of wearing something like that turned me on. So, tonight if you go to the right bar that’s having a costume party you might see me out in this outfit. I’ll admit, I am toning it down a little. I’ll be putting black x’s of electrical tape over my nipples and wearing a short miniskirt to cover my ummmm ass because it’s supposed to be cold out. However, if I meet the right or better yet find the guy with the sexiest costume, I might let him get an up close and personal view of my costume. Anyways, check out these pictures from the very first time I wore this latex outfit. It was my very first fetish photo shoot and I was a little overwhelmed. I felt a little awkward, a lot nervous but very sexy. However, by the end of the shoot, I was having some much fun and I got so turned on that I didn’t want it to end.

Make sure you take some time this weekend to check out Mackenzie Kayne. That’s my website where you can see all my x-rated pictures and videos. Come visit me today!

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Nancy??™s Summer Diary: June

June 1
Dear Diary,
Finally, the last day of school, twelve long years, I feel like I’ve been released from purgatory!!! Isaac asked me to go with him to the lake tonight, and I can’t wait, he’s such a hunk!!! I told Amy right away and she turned green, I love it!!! I just bought a new swimming suit and I hope he likes it!!! Well, wish me luck, diary! Seeya later!!!

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June 2
Dear Diary,
Issac’s dad has a new boat and we were flying all over the lake, I even water skied for the first time!!! After it got dark we anchored out in the middle of the lake and had a picnic snack!!!
We drank a little wine and Issac jumped up and stripped off his trunks and dove into the water naked!!! I was a little nervous, but followed him in and we played tag in the warm water!!! Finally, he caught and kissed me, it was so the sexiest thing I had ever experienced!!! After climbing back onto the boat, he laid me down on a towel and gently sucked my nipples!!! In the pale moon light I could just barely make out his cock, and believe me, he was hard as a rock!!!
It was just so natural, and when he told me he was gonna fuck me I just hugged him tighter and let him have his way with me!!! Diary, of course I’ve had orgasms before, but never have I been taken so hard and fast!!! I just came and came and came, it was wonderful!!! Issac didn’t want to cum in my pussy, so he pulled out just in time and shot it all over my tummy and boobs!!! We held each other for a few minute, and then took another swim to cool off!!! Well, it’s getting late, so I’ll seeya!!!

June 6
Deary Diary,
Amy stopped by last night! She had just had just bought a new bathing suit for the summer but her pussy fur needed to be trimmed, so I offered to do it for her!!! I’ve gotta tell ya, Diary, Amy’s got a really great bod, with really big boobs and a hairy cunt!!! Anyway, we went into the bathroom and Ames took off her shorts and panties and sat down on the john!!! I was using baby oil on her muffy to soften the hair, and this girl is so hot, she had an orgasm as I was working the oil into her bush!!! My mom came up stairs to find out what all the noise was about, and just laughed when she saw Amy’s predicament!!! She sat down on the floor and watched while I trimmed Amy’s snatch and offered advice on how to do it!!! Finally I just threw up my hands and gave her the razor and told her to do it herself!!! After she was all done, she washed
Amy’s pussy with warm water and then without any warning at all, went down on her!!! I was so embarrassed, my own mother sucking off my best girl friend!!! Well, if you think Ames came hard before, you should have heard her when mom was tonguing her, she was moaning so loudly I thought the whole neighborhood could hear her!!! Anyway, after Amy blew her nut, mom lifted her own skirt and offered her wet cunt for a little oral action of her own, and of course Amy dove right in and sucked my mom’s pussy like it was the last one on earth!!! In a lot of ways my mom and I area lot alike, so I wasn’t surprised at all when her climax almost made her pass out because she was so excited!!! I have to admit dear diary that I frigged my own little clit to a hard cum right along with mom, so I guess you could say we kinda had a simultaneous orgasm!!! Well, that it for today, see ya!!!

June 11
Dear Diary,
Sorry I haven’t been keeping up, but you know how it is! Isaac came over to the house a couple of nights ago, and my own dear mother was at it again!!! I don’t know how daddy puts up with her!!! Anyway, Isaac and I were in my room listening to some new CD’s, and well, one thing led to another and pretty soon he was sucking my pussy and licking my clit, when out of the blue, mom waltz’s in and catches him with his mouth doin’ the nasty to my cunt!!! He nearly had a heart attack, but she pushed him back down when he tried to get up and demanded that he show her his pecker!!! He was so scared he just pulled it out and let her ogle it for a while, but knowing my mom as I do, I knew damn well that she was gonna touch it sooner than later, and that’s exactly what she did!!! I always knew she was a cock hound, cuz I can hear daddy fucking her almost every night, but jeez louise, diary, you’d think she’d leave my boyfriend’s cock for me, but noooooooo, she has to taste it for herself!!! Humph, I said taste, I should have said inhaled!!!
The cock hungry slut practically ate him alive, sucking his pecker until he emptied his spunk down her hot throat!!! It seems like for the past week or so, I was spending all my time watching mom suck off my best friends, and me just sitting there like a bump on a log jerking myself off!!! This time, however, after Isaac blew his load, he was so worried about what was happening that he skedaddled out of there, leaving mom with a hopelessly turned on pussy!!! The second he closed the door behind him, mom was looking directly at me with her skirt pulled up and her pussy dripping down her leg!!! So, what can I say, diary, she made me eat her cunt right on the spot!!!
I was pretty shook up at first, but after I got going on it, it wasn’t half bad, and anyway, I love seein’ mom cum, she’s got a real hot pussy!!! This was a long entry, but well worth it!!! Gotta go now, so see ya!!!

June 15
Dear Diary,
Isaac is a little afraid to come back to the house, but how can I blame him, my mom’s mad as a hatter!!! On Tuesday, Amy and her boyfriend, Rex, joined Isaac and I out on his dad’s boat for a little late night ride!!! Both boys were definitely in the mood for love, as they pulled out their big erections and had us sit one their laps with their big cocks inside of us!!! Wow, it was great!!! As the boat softly bounced over the waves, their peckers moved around inside of us, which of course had us cummimg every few minutes like Roman candles!!! Poor Isaac, he had to drive the boat and fuck me at the same time, but he did a good job on both, and after I had mine, I hopped off and gave him a nice blowjob!!! I guess I am like mom, cuz I just love suckin’ cock!!! Afterwards, Isaac was still hard so I climbed back on and rode his some more!!! That young man has the most stamina!!! He just loves to fuck me!!! Anyway, after I got back in the saddle, we watched Rex doin’ Amy!!! She had taken off all of her clothes so we got chance to see her big boobs bouncing as Rex fucked the heck out of her!!! Isaac isn’t a tit man by any means, and good thing to, since I’m only a 34b, but it was nice that he got to see Amy’s big chest, I think it was a real turn on for him!!! After we were done fucking, we stopped in the middle of the lake and did some skinny dipping to cool off!!! What a fun night!!! The boys were big and hard, and we all had a lot of really nice orgasms!!! Well, I’m going to bed, see ya!!!

June 21
Dear Diary,
I work at a shoe store to earn money for college, it’s kinda boring, but I need the cash to pay for my books and stuff!!! Well, anyway, the other day, in comes an older woman who tells me she wants a pair of black leather pumps. I ask her what size, have her sit down, and I go to the store room and bring out several pairs for her to try on!!! I just barely sit down on my foot stool, that she puts her foot onto the pad, and slightly spreads her legs!!! Holy smokes, diary, she didn’t have any panties on!!! Her pussy was shaved completely bare, and her lips were all bulged out and dripping with cunt juice!!! My hands must have been shaking, cuz she reached down and helped me slip on the shoe!!! When she leaned over she whispered into my ear that her pussy was on fire and that she was extremely aroused!!! She then asked me if I could smell her!!! Now she leaned back in her chair and brazenly spread her legs farther apart, giving me a much better look at her oozing cunt!!! Feigning an interest in the fit of her shoe, I leaned forward and took in a deep breath right below the hem of her dress!!! The smell of fresh pussy filled my nose, and of course I immediately drenched my panties from the smell of her aroused sex!!! She calmly took a hundred dollar bill out of her purse, handed it to me, and said she’d take both pairs of shoes, and that I could keep the change if I reached under her skirt and fingered her to a climax!!! Diary, that meant a thirty five dollar tip, so like any money hungry little girl would do, I casually slipped my hand up her thigh and quickly brought her to a stunning orgasm!!! It was really neat too, because she couldn’t make a sound, she just had to sit there and let it wash over her like waves on the shore!!! Afterwards, I boxed up her shoes and watched her practically stumble out of the door!!! Nice tip, huh!?! See ya!!!

June 27
Dear Diary,
Had a little fallout about that customer and the hand job!!! My boss, Miss Wilson, came up to me a few days later and asked me how many other women I had jerked off!!! She said she had seen the whole thing from behind a shoe display and wondered if maybe she should call my mother!!!
I didn’t say much, because we know my mom, and she’d probably wanna know the name of the customer so she could get her shot at her too!!! Anyway, Miss Wilson dragged me into a store room and made me show her my pussy, which she promptly got down and ate!!! I had to admit the old biddy could suck a mean cunt, and it didn’t take her long to get me off but good!!! I thought we were done, but au contraire, she quickly pulled up her own dress and had me sucking at her hairy bush until she had her own hard cum!!! So as it turned out, I had to do two women to make that extra thirty five bucks!!! Later, see ya!!!

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September Scott - Slutty Cheerleader Costume Fun

What’s up boys? It’s September Scott here with another naughty photo gallery to share with you. I was shopping for a Halloween costume last week and came across this skimpy little outfit. It’s a little bit more revealing that what I used to wear when I was a cheerleader back in high school, but I think this one will do. LOL. I’ll tell you, I got horny just trying it on, but I felt even more sexy when I wore it to a Halloween costume party last night. I got a lot of guys looking and more than a few talking to me. A few of them even shared with me there cheerleader fantasies. One asked me if I was the cheerleader slut that sucked off the entire team. I felt so slutty, so dirty in that outfit, I think my panties were wet the whole night.

Guys, if you want to see all my pictures visit my website, September Scott today. There you can see all my x-rated pictures and videos. I may not be the cheerleader that gave blowjobs to an entire team but I definitely know how to get naughty.

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Playtime With Marty

My lover and I had been sitting at the bar for about an hour when a
tall, slender redhead entered. She wore a skintight green minidress that
revealed her nipples, so obviously she wore no bra. As she slid onto the
bar stool next to my lover, she swung her legs around, revealing only a
g-string instead of panties. She was dressed to fuck, one might say. My
lover whispered in my ear, “Hey, do you think she might be interested in
a threesome?” I responded, “I don’t know, why don’t you move in on her
and see what happens.” He bought her a drink and struck up a
conversation that ultimately led to sex, favorite positions, and the
wildest thing she had ever done sexually.

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“I guess the wildest was to have sex with another woman. I am not a
lesbian or bisexual, but I enjoyed doing it.”

“Mmmm…how would you like to try it again?” he asked slyly.

“What do you mean?” She asked, looking across at me.

“I mean, how would you like to have sex with another woman? My
girlfriend here is kind of kinky and it might be fun for all of us. So,
what do you think?” He asked her eagerly.

“Well, I….mmm….oh hell, why not?” She responded.

“Great!” my lover replied! We left the bar and drove to her apartment
about 2 blocks away. It was very elegant, a lot of glass, brass, candles
and as we headed toward the bedroom, we were greeted by a floor length
mirror at the edge of the bed as well as on the walls and the ceiling. A
gigantic king-size bed was in the middle of the room, decorated with
gold satin sheets.

“Well, here we are!” She said. “By the way, my name is Cindy…What’s
yours?”

“I’m Marty, and this is Evelyn.” My lover responded.

“Well don’t just stand there, let’s get nekked!” I exclaimed, shedding
my clothes quickly until they lay in a heap.

“My, my, eager, isn’t she?” Cindy commented as she removed her dress in
one swift move. She lay back in the middle of the bed and I immediately
climbed between her legs as Marty finished taking off his clothes. He
finished undressing and stood next to the bed playing with his cock as
it hardened while he watched me go down on Cindy. I took her labia in my
fingertips and spread them so I could get right at her clitoris and her
vagina. I flicked my tongue rapidly, alternately licking her labia and
clitoris . I thought she was going to climb through the walls as she was
squirming in delight. She took my head into her hands and pulled me up
to her face and kissed me deeply in the mouth, our breasts rubbing
against each other, nipples hardening. I started grinding my mons
against hers and she wrapped her legs around me, pumping and bucking
against me. I wanted to taste more of her, so I slid down and took her
clitoris into my lips and sucked and licked, flicking her clitoris
rapidly until she spilled her love ju ices into my waiting mouth. As her
orgasm subsided, she asked Marty to join us. He walked over and she took
his erection in her hand and began to caress his testicles at the same
time, inserting her finger into his anus.

Soon he was rock hard and ready to explode. Cindy got onto her knees and
took him into her mouth and sucked his erect wand until he spent his
love fluid into her waiting throat, moaning as she swallowed the salty
fluid pouring out. I was waiting for my turn and Cindy gave me a sly
look as she pushed me back onto the bed. She dove between my legs and
began to eat me, sucking and licking my nether lips and nibbling on my
clitoris. I squirmed in delight and held her head between my legs,
trying to get her t ongue deeper inside me. Marty seized the opportunity
and mounted Cindy from behind and eased his weapon into her anus. She
gasped as he entered her, but soon relaxed and continued licking and
sucking my clitoris and labia as Marty pounded away on her ass. She
sucked harder and faster until I exploded in orgasm. Her mouth was still
on my clitoris when Marty finally pumped and pumped faster and harder to
his climax. We all collapsed together and laid there for a few minutes
before heading for the shower…..t ogether.

Cindy took our hands a led us into the adjoining bathroom into what
looked like a rain forest! It was a large room, lots of hanging plants
and floor plants surrounding a sunken tub, no wait! A sunken “Jacuzzi!”
Cool!

Marty and I glanced at each other, the same thought evidently going
through our mind. “Let’s hop into the shower first.” Cindy suggested
after catching the glance between Marty and me. “Then, we can try the
Jacuzzi, okay?”

“Fine with me!”, Marty exclaimed as he took our hands and pulled us into
the large shower stall. Being the selfish man he is, he insisted on
being in the middle so Cindy and I could lather him up at the same time.
I lathered up the front, Cindy opted for the back since he had surprised
her so abruptly in the bedroom. I soaped up his chest and knelt to do
his feet, with his semi-erect weapon at my eye level. He closed his eyes
and seemed to be enjoying the special attention.

Cindy, meanwhile, lathered up his back and moved slowly down his body,
lathering down his legs until the two of us were on our knees in front
of him and in back of him. As we continued to lather, Cindy winked at me
and slid her hand outside the shower door to retrieve something for our
little threesome. As Marty stood with his eyes closed enjoying the
attention, we ordered him to keep his eyes shut and turn around so we
could both wash him good from the front. He was more than willing to
comply, expectin g something titillating, I’m sure. Cindy showed me what
she had reached for and my eyes widened. It was a six inch dildo about 1
1/2 inches in diameter. She then winked at me and right away I knew her
intentions. It was hard for me to keep from giggling, but I did. I took
Marty’s penis in my hands and slid the soap over the top and bottom of
it, down to his testicles and through his legs to his anus. He became
rock hard immediately. At the sight of this, Cindy and I proceeded to
lick and suck his penis alte rnately and licked it together, much to
Marty’s delight. He was in Heaven, moaning and gasping as we went about
our ministrations.

Then Cindy took her cue and moved around behind Marty. We turned him so
the spray of the shower could rinse him off until the soap was gone, and
told him to keep his eyes shut and bend forward a little bit. Thinking
he was going to get a “rim” job, he gladly complied. Cindy proceeded to
tease his anus with the dildo just enough for him to think it was her
tongue, she looked around at me and winked as he was imagining her
tongue exploring his anus. Meanwhile, I took his penis in my mouth and
continued to suck, lick and nibble. He took my head into his hands to
guide himself into my throat, as he proceeded to fuck my face. He moved
slowly at first, but as his passion began to rise, he increased his
movement. When he was lost in ecstasy, I gave Cindy the signal and she
pushed the dildo into his anus, at which time he instantly released his
love juices into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed so I wouldn’t gag. His
eyes flew open and he told me to keep him in my mouth. I continued to
suck and he became erect agai n almost instantly. Cindy was working the
dildo in and out of his anus with one hand and she reached around and
was squeezing his left nipple with the other hand. He was trapped! He
pulled me up to him and raised my left leg, holding it with his right
arm, and guided his penis into me, ramming it in deeply. As Cindy worked
the dildo, Marty worked his penis into me. If he slowed down, Cindy
would slow down. If he sped up, Cindy would speed up. He grabbed my hair
and kissed me deeply, sucking my tongue into h is mouth, as he pumped
deeper, harder, faster…deeper, harder, faster until we reached our
climax together and leaned against the shower stall in exhaustion.

Cindy withdrew the dildo, washed it off in the shower, and proceeded to
masturbate herself to orgasm as we watched on the floor of the shower
stall. Afterward, we all rinsed off and headed for the Jacuzzi.

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THE WIDOWER

Myron Baker was in a funk, his wife of thirty nine years had just passed away a month ago,
and he was still feeling her loss. They had always talked about moving to Arizona after they retired, but he could never go back there now, the memories of vacations with Lucille were just to painful to relive. No, he would move to Florida, they had a lot of nice retirement communities down there, and even though it was more humid than Arizona, it was still a lot warmer than his home state of Michigan! He also had made another decision, he was going to sell his tool and die business that he had run personally for over forty years. After the unexpected passing of his wife, he realized that time was a very precious commodity, and that from this day forward he wasn’t going to waste even one minute of it!!!

“I wish Cille coulda seen this,” Myron thought to himself as he sunned himself next to the Olympic size swimming pool at the Sol Vista Retirement Village just outside of Miami Beach. After only two weeks he had met a lot of nice people and incredibly, he had to admit he was having a pretty good time! He was almost dozed off when a high pitched feminine voice asked, “Is this lounge chair taken!?!” Startled by the interruption, Myron opened his eyes into the bright sunlight and squinted as he tried to make out who was standing in front of him! “Well,” asked the impatient voice, “is it taken or not!?!” “Uh, no,” he stammered, “sure, go ahead and use it, I’m here by myself!” “Thanks,” she replied while arranging her towel and then lying down, I’m Minnie Cohn, and your……..” “Uh, Myron, Myron Baker, glad to meet you, is it Mrs. Cohn,” he asked? “Was,” she replied, “I lost Stu over a year ago, moved down here to get away from all that, what about you Myron, you married!?!” I lost my wife six months ago,” he responded, “same as you, moved here to get away from it all!!!” She stuck her hand out and said, “Well, Myron, glad to meet ya!!!” For the next two hours they regaled each other with the stories of their lives, the laughing, crying, and sighing, it was all there, for each of them it was like a catharsis, it was just good to be able to actually tell someone how the other felt!!! At four o’clock Myron noticed his watch and said, “I’ve got to run a few errands, but if you’re free, I’d like to take you out to dinner!” “Well,” Minnie replied, “I’ll have to check my busy schedule, just kidding she said with a laugh, sure, dinner would be nice, it’s a date!!!” As Myron drove down the street, he couldn’t get Minnie Cohn out of his mind, and the last thing she had said, “it’s a date”, made him shiver a little thinking about that, he hadn’t been on a date in over thirty nine years!!!

They ate, they drank, they danced, it was a wonderful evening, Myron was attracted to this fire cracker from New York, and he felt that she liked him too. As they pulled into his parking space back at the Village, as everyone around here called it, Minnie reached out and placed her hand on his thigh and said softly, “Why don’t you come up for some coffee?!?” Myron sat on sofa while Minnie warmed up a fresh pot, and even though he was sixty four years old, he was as nervous as a sixteen year old on his first date!!! “Here we are,” she said, while handing him a steaming cup and sitting down next to him on the sofa, “I had a great time tonight, Myron!” “Me too, Minnie,” he replied, “I haven’t danced like that in a long time, I’m surprised I even remembered how to do it!!!” Minnie set her cup down on the coffee table and turned to Myron, and in all seriousness asked, “Has it been a long time since you’ve done “other” things, too!!!” He didn’t get her drift for a second, but when he did, he stammered, “Uh, well, it’s been a long time, yes, what about you, Minnie?!?” “Much too long, Myron, but I think that that is about to change!!!” With his coffee cup still between them, Minnie leaned over and gave Myron a soft kiss that seemed to last for ever! When she finally pulled away, there were two hearts that were beating a mile a minute,
and two smiles that told the whole story!!!

It was strange and wonderful watching Minnie undress, in over forty years, he had only seen his wife, but here he was seeing a new partner for the first time, and it was in fact very arousing!!!
“I’m not gonna do this alone,” she said softly, “don’t you think you should take yours off too!”
“Uh, yeah, right,” he stammered, while undoing his belt and letting his trousers drop to the floor
around his ankles! As he had been staring at her, she watched in fascination as he finally slipped off his boxers, and when his erection popped into view she sighed, “Oh, Myron, it’s very nice!”
They met each other in the middle of the room and embraced, while kissing each other for the second time that evening, but this time with more passion!!! Myron’s penis pushed against Minnie’s soft belly, while her large breasts squished softly against his chest! “Come on,” she whispered, while leading him by his erection to her bed, “it’s time!!!” Her mouth engulfed him, and he groaned out loud as she gently licked and sucked his cock head like it was a rare piece of
art!!! Between sucks, she panted, “I haven’t had a man in my mouth since my husband died, and I’d forgotten how good it can taste!!!” “Oh, god, Minnie,” he sighed, “you do that so well, I never thought this could happen to me again!!!” “Do you want to cum in my mouth,” she whispered?!? “I do,” he replied, “but I want you in my mouth when I do it!!!” “Oh, yes,” she responded, and quick as a cat, spun around and lowered her dripping pussy onto his mouth while
sticking his member back into her hungry mouth!!! Both of them moaned as they each pleasured the other’s genitals, and luxuriating in the wonderful sensation of being orally satisfied
while sucking on the other’s!!!

Neither one of them wanted to rush it, it felt too good to go to fast!!! Even though she wanted to grind her pussy into Myron’s open mouth, she kept it just off of his lips so he could gently tongue and probe her open slit! In an almost teasing fashion, he would let his tongue caress her bulging lips up and down her crack, while occasionally flicking over her erect clitoris! The slowness of his licking was slowly but surely driving her right up the wall!!! She on the other hand, was giving the head of his penis tiny little kisses and licks, keeping him right on the edge of the precipice, but not letting him go over it!!! The fury growing inside of her vagina had now built past the point of no return, and while only a few seconds ago she was in complete control of the situation, now her clit had taken over her actions!!! Almost involuntarily she forced her cunt hard onto his mouth, grinding her clit all over his lips in a desperate attempt to bring herself to orgasm!!! At the same time, her own mouth swallowed up his erection whole, wantonly urging him to ejaculate down her throat!!! Both of them were now on automatic pilot, urging the other with their insistent tongues to climax into their mouths!!!

It was hard to concentrate on what you were doing, on one hand your mouth was full of an excited sex organ, but on the other hand, your own genitals being sucked to ecstasy!!! It was Myron who gave it up first, but it was not without warning, as seconds before his orgasm he groaned hard into Minnie’s drooling pussy!!! God she was hungry for it, a load of cum in her mouth, it had been so long!!! The first blast hit the back of her throat causing her to temporarily gag, but she quickly rebounded and sucked down the following spurts with ease!!! Her pussy, now running on the ragged edge of climax, wrenched hard as her mouth became the repository for his torrent of sperm!!!

She rolled off of him, with both of them panting quietly, reveling aura of sweet love making!!!
“Minnie,” he said softly while rubbing her thigh, “I never believed in love at first sight, but I truly believe in it now!!!” With her hand finding his penis and caressing it softly, she replied, “Don’t worry, Myron, you’ll never be alone again!!!”

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Big tit teen has fun by herself

Sisi knows what she wants and she is exactly the type of girl who knows how to get it. When her boyfriend is not available to fuck her brains out she just takes matters into her own hands! This hot teen slut gets loud when she fucks her fingers and really knows how to rub her budding clit fast. Check out this hot blonde teens tits and they are nice and big and natural.

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This Teen loves To Fuck

Tamara and her boyfriend like to do things the unusual way. So when they argue they fight and when they make up, there is going to be some serious cock sucking involved! This teen slut will start a fight with her boyfriend just so he will force her top down and expose her firm little titties. And once those are out she gets horny as hell! Tamara sucks her boyfriends cock into her mouth like she is starving but the really impressive action comes when they fuck! She aggressively shoves her pussy down on his cock like she is desperate for it. This video is hotter then fuck and the facial he blasts all over face at the end is extremely intense

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Mackenzie Kayne - Lesbian Photos

Hey guys? How are you doing today? I’m feeling exhausted and still from yesterday’s meal. I love Thanksgiving except it means I’ll have to spend a lot more time at the gym. However, with all the hot guys at my gym, that’s never a bad thing.

Anyways, I thought I would talk about one of my girl friends today. Everyone thinks she’s so innocent but when we were alone together she gets very naughty. I’ll never forget our first time. We were in my room, I was trying to figure out what to wear that night. I was only in my panties and she came up behind me and started kissing my neck and fingering me. It wasn’t long before we were on my bed kissing and licking. We ended up using my dildos and took turns fucking each other with them. It was so hot! Just thinking about it again gets me wet. We had so much fun that I just had to bring her along for one of my photo shoots. We definitely had a lot of fun that day too. Click here to check out the pictures from our lesbian photo shoot.

Make sure you check out my free tour too. There you can get a sample of just how naughty my website is. I swear I’m a sweet southern gal, but I definitely like to get naughty.

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Hairy pussy MILF poses for you

Here is a naturally beautiful woman that enjoys showing off her body. And if yuou like naturally fuzzy full beard hairy pussies then this girl is for you. Tons of hair and super nice titties

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Teen sucks cock while her pussy gets hammered

We all knew that this slender brunette teen loved the cock even though she acted all sweet and innocent. One day, Joey calls her up and asks her to tutor him in Spanish. She knew it was a BS excuse to get her to the house, but she didn't care. She had wanted to fuck us from the moment we met her. This little sex addict was quite the busy little beaver that day as she sucked our cocks while we took turns pounding her pussy. She was just one big pile of teen goo by the time we were through with her.

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Skinny Girl Fucked hard

Here is a nice surprise to find first thing in the morning. The guys are cleaning up the morning after a party they threw and they Find Vanessa. They wake her, have her suck their cocks, they fuck her and they cum on her face.

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Marina Mendoza - Playing in the kitchen

I was in the kitchen making a quick snack in between photo shoots last night. I was pretty hungry but I was also pretty horny. While I was waiting for the food to cook, I decided to continue what I had started out in front of the camera before my break. I pulled off my skirt and started to rub myself. As soon as my photographer saw what I was doing, he grabbed a video camera and shot these video clips.

Feeling the panties rub against my pussy made me so wet. I ended up taking off the rest of my clothes. I fondled my own boobs while my other hand took care of my pussy. I was alternating between rubbing my clit and fingering myself. I was interrupted by the beeping from the microwave, but didn't stop masturbating until I had a very intense and powerful orgasm right on the kitchen counter.

Download and enjoy the full-length video of me masturbating in the kitchen at my website Marina Mendoza.

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Quit Stalling

I was in a foul mood when I got home from work. I’d had a really rough day: a project proposal had been lost in the mail, I was chewed out by my boss, and to top it all off, I’d spilled tomato basil soup all over my new silk blouse. All I wanted to do when I got home was relax in the bath with a glass of wine. But my husband, Daniel, had different plans. Apparently he’d gotten a call from an old college friend, Ryan and they’d made plans to get together at a bar downtown. He really wanted me to meet Ryan, so instead of the quiet night at home I craved, I had to shower, put on makeup, and spend the evening at a loud, dark, smoky bar.

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I was snippy all the way downtown. I was mad and surly as we arrived at the bar. But when we got in and met Ryan, my entire mood changed.

You see, Ryan was gorgeous. Tall, with very broad shoulders. His hair was dark and cropped short. Even in the dim light of the bar, I could see the piercing blue of his eyes. In other words, he was absolutely fine. So fine, in fact that my knees went week and I felt myself moisten between my legs. I looked from Daniel to Ryan, knowing that I’d bed Ryan in a heartbeat if I had the chance.

Daniel went up to the bar to get us drinks. It was packed and it took him around ten minutes before he returned with our beer. While he was away, Ryan and I talked politely. As we laughed about Daniel in college, he reached over to touch my bare shoulder. I was wearing a white mini skirt that bordered on indecent and a tiny tank top that was cut to expose the tops of my breasts. The touch of his hand against my skin sent electric shockwaves throughout my body, ending up right in my pussy. God, I wanted him so bad.

Daniel finally arrived with our beer and the three of us talked as best we could over the din of the bar. I kept glancing at Ryan, catching his eyes and winking. I tried to drink my beer seductively, trying not to let my husband that I was totally wetting myself for his college bud. I was really tuned on, and I could tell that Ryan was too.

We emptied our beers and Daniel said that he’d go up to the bar to get refills. Ryan said that he had to pee and got up to go to the bathroom. I followed him, and as he opened the door to the men’s room, I pushed him inside and locked the door behind us.

Ryan’s kisses came immediately, burning across my skin. His mouth was on me everywhere: my face, lips and neck all surrendered willingly to his sweet mouth. He started lightly massaging my breasts through my bra and tank top. My nipples were so hard, I thought they would explode. My knees were shaking, and I felt like my entire body was made of rubber. I shook and quivered under Ryan’s every touch.

“Hurry,” I said breathlessly. “We don’t have a lot of time. God. I’m so fucking horny.”

Ryan pulled up my top and bra, freeing my breasts. They were quickly assaulted by his mouth and he began sucking and biting my nipples. I was overcome, floating on a cloud made of pure kisses. Then he reached down under my skirt. Pressing his hand against my damp underwear, he began to circle my clitoris with his hands. I erupted with one of the most powerful climaxes I’ve ever experienced. I slumped against the door of the bathroom, knees unable to support my own weight.

Ryan picked me up and sat me down on the bathroom sink. He parted my legs, knelt over and started kissing my inner thighs. Chills ran up and down my spine as his mouth approached my scorching cunt. Finally he reached up, pulled my underwear off, and dove directly for my sensitive spot. His tongue began teasing my clit and another round of orgasmic spasms rocked through my body. Ryan didn’t stop, though. He kept on eating me down there, sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout me. My head was spinning and I’m sure I was moaning loudly. My ears were ringing and I could barely see. All I could feel was his tongue on me, in me.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to put his cock in me and just do me. Just fucking do me.

Through clenched teeth, I said: “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

Ryan stood up and pulled some change out of his pocket. He walked over to the wall where a large vending machine was mounted at eye-level. He put his coins in the slot, and turned the knob. A small packet came out the bottom of the machine. I found myself getting impossible wetter. He had a condom.

He undid his pants and his cock sprang out. Oh my God, it was so beautiful. The most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. Long and thick, it was perfect but for only one thing: it wasn’t inside of me. That had to change, and quick.

Ryan tore open the condom package and unrolled the latex over his erect penis. He pushed my legs apart and grabbed my hips, pulling me to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly entered my aching pussy.

He started with short, light strokes, then faster harder ones. Every thrust into me was accompanied with a low guttural grunt. He was grunting with exertion as he fucked me. It was primal, animal lust. I lived only to satisfy my cunt, and he was working to get me off.

Suddenly, Ryan pulled out. He stepped back, away from my spread legs and motioned for me to get off the sink. He then turned me around, bending me over and entered me from behind.

Or, he started to. He just put the head of his cock in me, leaving me desperately wanting more.

“God,” I groaned. “Put it in me. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me.”

After what seemed like forever, he plunged the whole length of his cock inside of me. I immediately erupted in an orgasm. It was fantastic. And he didn’t stop. He kept pounding his cock deeper and deeper into my willing cunt. I was swept away by the strength of my orgasms; I kept coming and coming as he fucked me hard.

Suddenly Ryan’s grunting became more strained. His thrusts lengthened, with slight pauses between them. I knew he was about to come. Then he grabbed me with a strength that surprised me. He plunged his cock as deep into me as it would go, and I felt it pulse and twitch as he came. I was in absolute heaven as he filled the condom with his warm come.

When the spasms of his cock subsided, he pulled out of me. We were both out of breath, panting with exertion. He took off the condom and tossed it into the trash can. I grabbed my underwear and made myself presentable. I unlocked the door and stepped out into the bar.

Daniel was right in front of the door. He looked confused to see both Ryan and me leaving the men’s room together. “What were you doing in there,” he asked.

I thought quickly. “Oh,” I said. “The line for the ladies room was too long, so I went in the men’s. Ryan guarded the stall for me.”

My husband smiled and nodded. “The beer’s at the table,” he said as he walked into the bathroom. Ryan and I headed back to our table, tired and exhausted.

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