Having thus delightfully relieved my feelings, I drew her on to my knees, then whispered as I gratefully kissed her, ‘Now dear, I’ll repay you by frigging you, while we listen to what Alice and Connie are saying,’ and slipping my hand down to her pouting and still excited cunt, I gently commenced caressing the sweet junction, she clasping me closely to her and kissing me silently but passionately as my active finger soothed her excited senses. From our chair we could clearly see Connie and Alice and hear every word they said.
Their embarrassed silence had just been broken by Alice, who whispered in admirably simulated distress: ‘Oh, Connie! what shall I do?’
Connie coloured painfully, then with downcast eyes (as if fearing to meet her friend’s agitated glances) replied in an undertone: ‘Better yield, dear-don’t you think so?’
‘Oh! I can’t!’ cried Alice despairingly, playing her part with a perfection that brought smiles from Fanny and me; then with a change of voice she asked timidly: ‘Was it very dreadful, Connie?’
Connie covered her face with her hands and shudderingly replied in broken agitation: ‘I thought I should have died!… the awful feeling of shame! the terrible helplessness!… the dreadful position into which I was fastened!… the agony of having a man’s hand on my… cunny!… Oh-h-h-h!’
Just then, Fanny began to wriggle deliciously on my knees as she felt her pleasure approaching! Her eyes closed slowly, she strained me against her breasts-then suddenly she agitated herself rapidly on my finger, plunging wildly with quick strokes of her buttocks. Then she caught her breath, murmured brokenly: ‘Oh-h-h!’ and inundated my finger as she spent ecstatically. My mouth sought hers as, little by little, I slowed down the play of my finger in her cunt till she came to, deliciously satisfied!
‘Now I’d better go to them,’ I whispered, and after a few more tender kisses I went out. My appearance, naked save for my shoes and socks, caused Mrs Blunt to hurriedly cover her face with her hands as she hysterically cried: ‘Oh!… Oh!… Oh!’
I ignored her, took Alice into my arms as before, and said to her encouragingly: ‘Well, dear, what is it to be?’ whispering inaudibly in her ear, ‘You’re to be tickled!’
Alice stood silent with downcast eyes. In her anxiety to hear Alice’s decision, Mrs Blunt uncovered her face and looked eagerly at us.
At last it came! ‘No!’ spoken so low that we could only just hear her.
‘Oh, Alice! you silly girl!’ exclaimed Mrs Blunt, now afraid about herself.
Alice cast a reproachful glance at Connie, then said, almost in tears (the little humbug!), ‘I can’t! Oh, I can’t!’
Without a word I fastened straps to Alice’s pretty ankles and dragged her legs apart till she stood precisely as Mrs Blunt had done. Then I carefully blindfolded her and seated myself just below her on the floor, within easy reach of her, and began to amuse myself with her defenceless cunt, knowing that Mrs Blunt could see over my shoulder all that passed.
With both hands I felt Alice’s lovely private parts, touching, pressing, stroking, pulling her hairs, every now and then parting its lips and peering into her interior-an act invariably followed by an ardent kiss as if in apology, she squirming deliciously. She submitted herself to the sweet torture in silence, till I pretended to be trying to push my finger into her cunt, when she screamed affrightedly: ‘Don’t Jack, don’t!’ as if unable to endure it!
‘Hurts, does it, Alice?’ I said smiling meaningfully, ‘then I won’t do it again! I’ll try something softer than my finger!’ and after fetching a feather, I resumed my position on the carpet.
Alice’s colour now went and came and her bosom began to heave uneasily, for she guessed what was now going to be done to her; and although she rather liked having her cunt tickled, the existing conditions were not what she was accustomed to, and she awaited her ordeal with a good deal of trepidation.
Quietly I applied the tip of the feather to her cunt’s now slightly pouting lips, with a delicate yet subtle touch, ‘Oh-h!’ she ejaculated, quivering painfully. I gave her three or four more similar touchings, under which she began to wriggle vigorously, crying: ‘Oh!… Oh!… Don’t, Jack!’-and I was just beginning to tickle her cunt in real earnest when Connie, horror-stricken at the sight, shrieked: ‘Stop!… stop!… oh you awful brute!… you coward to torture a girl in that way!… Oh! my God!’ she moaned, quite overcome at the sight of Alice being tortured!
How thankful I was that I had blindfolded Alice! I am sure that she otherwise would have given the game away-she must have laughed! In fact some of her convulsions were undoubtedly caused by suppressed laughter and not by her torture!
‘There’s no better way of curing a girl of obstinacy than by tickling her cunt, Connie,’ I said unconcernedly, and I again commenced to tickle Alice.
‘No, no, stop!’ Connie shrieked frantically again, ‘oh! you cruel brute!… you’ll kill her!’
I laughed. ‘Oh, no! Connie, she’s all right-only a little erotic excitement!’ I explained equably as I resumed the tickling, this time making Alice wriggle and scream in real earnest. She had not been allowed to satisfy her lustful cravings, induced by the sight of Connie’s agonies, and by now she was in a terrible condition of fierce concupiscence and unsatisfied desires, dying to spend, but so far unable to do so for want of the spark necessary to provoke the discharge! More and more hysterical became Connie’s prayers and pleadings, shriller her cries of genuine horror at the sight of Alice’s cunt being so cruelly tickled-wilder and wilder became Alice’s struggles and screams, till suddenly she shrieked: ‘For God’s sake make me spend!’ Immediately I thrust the feather well up her cunt and rapidly twiddled it, then tickled her clitoris! A tremendous spasm shook Alice, her head fell back, then dropped on her bosom as she ejaculated: ‘Ah-h-h… ah-h-h-h!’ in a tone of blessed relief, quivering deliciously as the rapturous spasm of her ecstasy thrilled through her as she spent madly.
As soon as she came to herself again, I said to her: ‘Well, will you now yield yourself to me, or do you want some more?’
‘Oh no! no!-my God, no!’ she cried, feigning to be completely subdued.
‘You’ll then be a good girl?’
‘Yes!’ she gasped.
‘You’ll do whatever I tell you to do?’
‘Yes! yes!’ she cried.
‘You’ll let me… fuck you?’
‘Oh, my God!…’ she moaned, remaining silent. I touched her cunt with the feather. ‘Yes! yes!’ she screamed, ‘yes!’
‘That’s right, dear!’ I said encouragingly, then quickly I released her and put her into a large and comfortable easy-chair in which she promptly coiled herself up, as if utterly exhausted and ashamed of her absolute surrender- but really, to escape the sympathetic and pitying glances from Connie. It was as clever a piece of acting as I had ever seen!
I then went across to Mrs Blunt, and without a word I touched the springs and set the machinery to work. ‘Oh! oh!’ she cried as she felt herself drawn up again and her legs being remorselessly dragged asunder till she had resumed her late position. When I had her properly fixed, I said to her:
‘Now Connie, I am going to punish you for abusing me-you’ll have something to scream about!’-and I applied the feather to her lovely but defenceless cunt.
‘Don’t, don’t!… oh my God!’ she screamed. I saw we were about to have a glorious spectacle, so I stopped, blindfolded her, and beckoned to Fanny, who promptly came up, Alice also. Handing a feather to each, I pointed to Connie’s quivering cunt.
Delightedly both girls applied their feathers to Connie’s tender slit, Alice directing hers against Connie’s clitoris while Fanny ran hers all along the lips and as far inside as she could, their eyes sparkling with cruel glee as they watched Connie wriggle and listened to her terrible shrieks and hysterical ejaculations. It was a truly voluptuous sight!-Connie naked, struggling frantically while Alice and Fanny, also naked, were goading her into hysterics with their feathers! But soon I had to intervene-Connie by now was exhausted, she couldn’t stand any more; so reluctantly I stopped the girls, signalled to Fanny to disappear and Alice to return to her chair while I released Connie’s bandage.
She looked at me seemingly half dazed, panting and gasping after her exertions.
‘Now, will you submit yourself to me, Connie?’ I asked.
‘Yes! yes!’ she gasped.
‘Fucking and all!’
‘Oh, my God!… yes!’
Then I set her free. As she sank into her chair, Alice rushed to her as if impelled by irresistible sympathy; the
