Anonymous: The Way Of A Man With A Maid

After a few moments of gloating, I said quietly: ‘Molly dear, I’m going to see how your cunt has been altered by your having been deflowered!’ and I knelt down between her widely parted legs, while the girls crowded round to watch, Molly crying imploringly: ‘Don’t touch me there, Jack it’s so sore!’ at which the girls laughed delightedly.

Critically, I examined Molly’s delicious organ of sex. ‘I think it is swollen a bit, and that the slit is longer-don’t you believe, Lady Betty?’ I remarked. She only moaned inarticulately, evidently feeling her position acutely. With a gentle forefinger, I proceeded to touch and press Molly’s soft springy flesh, each touch producing a cry of pain from her and involuntary writhings which even her mother’s weight could not subdue. Then I gently drew apart the tender lips and inspected with curiosity the gash-like opening into which I had, with so much difficulty, effected an entrance, poor Molly crying: ‘Oh! don’t Jack!’ Her cunt was clearly inflamed and she must have suffered a good deal of pain while being ravished, and as I closed the lips again, I gently deposited a loving kiss on them as if seeking their pardon, Molly ejaculating ‘Oh!’ and quivering deliciously as my caress tingled through her. Then I slowly and gently introduced my forefinger into her cunt.

‘Oh!’ shrieked Molly, writhing with pain.

‘Don’t Jack!’ cried Lady Betty, her eyes full of agony at the horrible sight she was being forced to witness. But remorselessly, I pushed my finger into Molly’s cunt till it was buried up to the knuckle, and retained it there-gently feeling her interior and revelling in the warm soft flesh, still moist with my spendings, and noting delightedly how her gentle muscles were involuntarily gripping my finger, as I tenderly touched her clitoris with my free hand and generally excited her. She was still deliciously tight, and the corrugations of her tender flesh clasped my finger in a way that augured exquisite pleasure to my prick when next it was put into her cunt.

After a little while, I withdrew my finger, to Molly’s great relief; then said to Lady Betty: ‘Now I’ll exhibit your cunt to your daughter, your ladyship!’ She moaned inarticulately, knowing that it was no use asking for mercy.

So round I went to Molly’s side, the delighted girls following me. When there, I leant over Lady Betty’s bottom from one side of her, and as I looked down into Molly’s flushed and pitiful face, I said quietly to her, ‘Now Molly, remember the pinchings and keep your eyes on your mother’s cunt!’ then gently with both hands I drew its lips well apart and exhibited the large pink gap through which she had entered the world, saying: ‘Look, Molly, this is the first thing you came through!’

She was inexpressibly shocked at the sight of her mother’s gaping cunt and ejaculated tremulously: ‘Oh, Jack! how can you be so cruel!’ at which the girls laughed amusedly.

Then to her horror, I pushed my finger in and began to feel her mother just as I had done her. ‘Don’t Jack!’ cried poor Lady Betty, agitating herself spasmodically on Molly as my curious finger explored her sensitive interior, revelling in her luscious flesh which throbbed in the most excited fashion. But after Molly’s exquisite interior, her mother’s seemed almost coarse, and very soon I drew my finger out of her, and said softly to Alice: ‘Get a couple of feathers, dear, and we’ll tickle them both at the same time!’

‘No, Jack, no!’ shrieked Molly in horrible distress at the approaching dreadful torture.

‘What is it, darling?’ cried Lady Betty.

‘They’re going to tickle us together at the same time!’ she cried agitatedly.

Immediately a shriek of terror came from Lady Betty. ‘My God! no, Jack! for pity’s sake don’t!’ and frantically both mother and daughter tugged at their fastenings in desperate but unavailing endeavours to get free, thereby affording us a delicious sample of the struggles we were about to witness when the feathers were applied to their tender cunts. Just then Alice came back with half a dozen long feathers. She picked out one for herself, and Connie selected another, and without any prompting from me, Alice placed herself by Lady Betty’s cunt while Connie knelt between Molly’s legs, then simultaneously applied the feathers to their respective victim’s defenceless slits.

Two fearful shrieks filled the room. ‘Don’t, Mrs Blunt!’ cried Molly, wriggling in a perfectly wonderful way seeing how tightly she had been tied down and also had her mother’s weight to contend against, while Lady Betty writhed and contorted, twisted and squirmed as if she was in a fit-plunging so wildly on Molly as to make the poor girl gasp for breath. She seemed to feel the torture much more keenly than Molly did, possibly because of Alice’s skill as torturer and her quickness in realising the points where the touch of the feather had the cruelest effect-at all events Lady Betty shrieked, yelled, curvetted, and wriggled till I thought it wise to stop the torture for a little, and signalled to both girls to desist-which they unwillingly did, then rose and rushed excitedly to me with eyes glistening with lust and cruelty.

‘Oh, Jack! wasn’t it lovely!’ cried Alice rapturously. ‘Fanny, you take a turn now at Lady Betty, I’d like to watch her!’ she continued, handing the feather to Fanny, whose eyes gleamed delightedly at the opportunity of torturing Lady Betty-then she and Connie impatiently took their places by their trembling victims and awaited my signal.

A refinement of cruelty suddenly struck me. ‘Look here dear,’ I said to Alice, ‘suppose you sit astride on Lady Betty’s backside and looking down on Molly-you’ll feel Lady Betty’s struggles, you’ll see the feather play on her cunt, and you’ll be able at the same time to watch Molly’s face!’

‘Jack! you’re a genius!’ she cried delightedly, ‘help me up, darling!’ and in a moment, she was arranged astride on Lady Betty, whose plump fleshy buttocks she grasped firmly so as not to be dislodged by her ladyship’s struggles and plunges, her weight forcing Lady Betty’s cunt almost on to Molly’s face, so that Fanny had to poise her hand delicately so as to bring the feather into play.

‘Go ahead dears!’ I cried, and immediately both feathers were applied to the respective cunts. Again Lady Betty and Molly shrieked frantically as their cunts were slowly and cruelly tickled and irritated and goaded almost into spending-but they were not allowed to taste that blessed relief! Lady Betty was going nearly mad and, in spite of Alice’s weight, plunging so wildly that Alice had some difficulty in sticking on, while poor Molly, whose chest had now to bear the weight of her mother as well as Alice, had scarcely enough breath to keep her going and so had to endure the terrible torture absolutely passively. Soon both of our victims had again been pushed to the extreme point of endurance, Molly being nearly in hysterics, while Lady Betty was fast going into convulsions-whereupon I stopped Connie and Fanny and lifted Alice off.

‘Hadn’t we better soothe the poor things by stroking their cunts?’ asked Alice, as she watched our panting, quivering, trembling victims.

‘I’m going to force them to suck each other now, dear,’ I whispered with a smile.

‘Jack, how lovely!’ she ejaculated in rapture, eagerly eyeing Lady Betty and Molly-who by now were getting more normal, though the involuntary heaves and tremors that ran through them showed significantly the nature of the relief they were craving for.

I leant over Lady Betty and whispered: ‘You can tell by your own feelings and by the sight of Molly’s cunt what she wants! Suck her!’

‘Oh!’ she ejaculated, shocked beyond expression.