A Different View Ch. 02

I quickly backed away from the window and Sandy’s smiling stare. Humility and dread replaced lust and heat in a matter of a second. I pulled my boxers and pants up quickly fearing Sandy would come bounding up the stairs to confront my spying of her. I sat down on the bed and settled down and realized my fear was not to be. My thoughts were mixed as I wondered how I would act and what I or she would say. A splash from the pool caused me to stand and peek out from the side of the window. Sandy was in the pool probably to wash the young boy’s sticky sperm from her crotch and hair. Her bikini lay on the lounge chair. Three times she had stared up at the window as I watched her swim.

I sat back on the bed and wondered not only how she knew I was home, but why she did what she did knowing I was. I ejected the tape from the camera and loaded it into the VCR. I wanted to see if I could find out when she knew I was watching her. The tape showed me panning her tanned body with the camera. The back of her head was facing the window. My dick stirred as the camera zoomed in on the crotch of her bikini revealing small black pubic hairs. There was no way she could have known at this point I was filming her. The tape then showed her turning over and her top falling exposing her white tit and fat nipple as she lay on her stomach. Her face was turned away from me. Soon afterwards Billy had arrived and Sandy fumbled around trying to tie her top back. She had gone into the house to make drinks as I filmed Billy fixing his hair and remembered smiling to myself. Sandy came out and the tape showed her looking directly at me watching her. There! I said in a whisper to myself. That’s where she had seen me and I had missed it filming Billy!

I now watched the tape of her seduction of young Billy looking for anymore signs of her seeing me. Later as she lowered Billy’s bathing suit revealing his oversized cock, her eyes turned up towards my view point and she winked!

“Fuck!” I said allowed. I had missed this because I was stunned at the sight of the boy’s dick. I continued to watch the tape with the volume down as she stroked his thick shaft with two hands while stretching her mouth over the plum sized cock head. I sat mesmerized again as within a minute she began licking his shaft and balls causing the overexcited youth to unleash the first huge spurt of cum spraying her forehead and hair. Quickly she had engulfed his spewing cock as his second blast filled her mouth. This time instead of watching his fat prick, I watched her eyes widen and look up at me as he continued to dump his cum laden balls down her throat. My cock was again rock hard as his knees buckled causing him to sit down.

My cock oozed precum as she nursed his prick back to its full hardness. I removed my pants again and began to stroke myself as Billy positioned his dick to fuck his first piece of ass. This time I watched her. Her pussy was lined with a thin strip of trimmed black hair that contrasted her wet, dark pink lips. Her cunt lips were soon stretched to either side of her crotch as Billy began forcing the fat spit slick head of his dick into her. Her finger nails were digging into his ass as his fat cock sank deeper into her cunt pressing hard onto her extended clit. Within minutes his balls heaved as young cum filled her depths. She continued hunching his impaled cock as her orgasm rocked her body. I lost my second load onto the carpet from my lesser dick as the camera zoomed in on her gaping cum filled hole and then went black.

All I could think was ’she knew’. The bitch knew the whole time that I was there. Jesus H. Christ. What the fuck was she doing and thinking. I heard the door downstairs open and close and sounds coming from the kitchen. I stood and showered not yet wanting to face Sandy. All I could think was she had watched me through the open window jacking off to her escapades. I finished and put on my swimming trunks thinking she was done at the pool and I could avoid her there. I went down the stairs and got almost to the kitchen when Sandy spoke causing my heart to stop.

“Do you always spy on your wife’s girlfriends?” she asked

I turned around to answer and froze. Sandy was standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She had a towel around her waist and was drying her hair with another smiling at me while her naked breasts swung slightly as she rubbed her hair.

“I got off earlier than expected,” I stammered trying not to stare at her breasts.

“I know. Seems like everyone did,” she said wrapping the towel around her tits. “That Benny is quite a young man, isn’t he?”

“It’s Billy,” I said.

“Oh yeah, I mean Billy,” she giggled. “I can certainly see why your wife hired him to clean her pool,” she said smiling at me. “Kelley will have to call tonight to make sure he comes back to finish the job tomorrow. Yep, I can certainly see why,” she said again lowering her eyes to my crotch as she retreated back into her bedroom.

I filled a small cooler with beer and headed out to the pool. I continued to chug beer through out the afternoon. Kel arrived home around six and joined me out by the pool along with Sandy. The girls plowed into the vodka and I sat and listened to their small talk relieved that I didn’t have to talk with Sandy one on one. The alcohol flowed and soon a pizza was ordered that would not get eaten that night. Sandy continuously dropped sexual innuendos whenever she could causing her and Kelley to giggle like school girls. Some reference was made to the large pizza I ordered causing Sandy to ask Kelley about Billy.

“Speaking of large, was Billy supposed to do the pool today?” she asked Kelley.

“Yeah, normally he does it on Wednesdays but since it rained yesterday he should have cleaned it today. What’s that have to do with large?” Kelley asked grinning at Sandy.

Any other time, I would relish this type of conversation between two women. I didn’t trust Sandy and had no idea where she was going with this.

“Well, I think he kind of got distracted seeing a half naked woman laying out by the pool today. I guess you’ll have to call and tell him to finish the job tomorrow,” Sandy said.

“You are so bad teasing the young boys,” Kelley said slapping her girlfriend on the knee.

“Me? You’re off on Wednesdays and you haven’t noticed what’s in his shorts?” Sandy asked causing both girls to laugh.

“As much as I would like to listen to you ‘old’ women fantasize about your pool boy, I’m half tight and going to bed,” I announced.

“Awww, jealous? Remember what we always tell you men, size doesn’t matter,” the bitch Sandy said as I sat up to leave.

I literally ran upstairs, turned off the light and sat down by the still opened window. I knew I couldn’t be seen and leaned my right ear as close as possible to the opening. I was sure Kelley had no idea the window from the bedroom was open. I was also sure Sandy knew it was.

“Of course I’ve seen his bulge, but I’ve known him since he was ten and he’s only eighteen now,” Kelley said to Sandy.

“I don’t care how old he is. That’s the biggest dick I’ve ever had,” Sandy said to an opened mouth Kelley.

“Had? You did not. Oh shit, tell me you didn’t,” Kelley said covering her mouth with her hands.

“I couldn’t help myself. I’m pretty sure I was his first piece,” Sandy said as both girls laughed hysterically.

“Girlfriend, he’s inexperienced and cums quick, but that’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. If I lived here, I’d double his pay and get my brains fucked out every Wednesday,” Sandy said.

“You are such a slut,” Kelley said giggling at Sandy.

“For a dick like that you’re damned right I am. Call him before we forget and make sure he comes tomorrow. You should take tomorrow off. We could relive our old days and get kinky,” Sandy said.

“You’re killing me, I can’t do that” Kelley said as she picked up the phone and made her call.

“Come on Kel, take the day off. We could have so much fun. God, remember those three guys we screwed and the one with the big dick? Well, Billy’s got him beat and cums like a hose” Sandy mused.

My heart raced as I listened to the girl’s talk obviously buoyed by the alcohol. What the fuck was Sandy talking about? Three men? When, how, where? We’re a pretty liberal couple but I couldn’t imagine Kelley taking on three guys with Sandy. Hundreds of scenarios played through my mind.

“Oh god. I remember we both couldn’t walk the next day. I can’t believe I called to get the neighbor boy laid,” Kelley said.

“Come on girl. If nothing else we’ll just get drunk and tease the shit out of him,” Sandy coaxed.

“Hmmm, well maybe I get off at lunch. I’ll have to see how the day goes. Right now I need to take my butt to bed,” Kelley said as she sat up to leave.

I quickly got into bed and pretended to sleep. My heart felt like it was beating at 10 times the normal rate. Kelley undressed and slipped into bed reaching for me. She was obviously horny and but I continued to act like I was sleeping. Moments later I listened to her rapid breathing as she masturbated to a quick orgasm. What she was thinking I could only guess.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of Kelley’s shower. I watched as she readied herself for work. I took my place in the shower and finished in time for her to tell me she was going in early due to a lot of work she needed to take care of. I thought different and kissed her goodbye. I then called my car pool and told Roy I was under the weather and didn’t need to be picked up today. I knew Sandy was a late sleeper so I dressed and went out for breakfast to pass the time. I arrived home after 10AM and quietly let myself in. Her downstairs bedroom door was still shut as I slipped upstairs. Around eleven I could hear the water running through the pipes and knew she was showering. My bedroom door was cracked giving me a view to watch her in the great room and kitchen as she made her breakfast. She had on jean shorts and a light blue bikini top as I watched her morning routine wondering what the fuck was going to happen today.

The phone rang almost causing me to stroke. I looked at the bedroom phone and almost picked it up and thought better of it. I listened to Sandy’s side of the conversation downstairs. It was obviously my wife.

“Oh goody! I’ll make us up some ta ta’s. I’ll see you in just a bit then,” she said as she hung up.

I watched Sandy in the kitchen as she began making daiquiris. She made two pitchers that were at least half rum and fruit juices. Thirty long minutes later, Kelley arrived home. I listened to their conversation. I could tell Kelley was very hesitant about Sandy’s scheme.

“This is so wrong to tease that boy,” she said to Sandy.

“But don’t it make you feel so sexy that young boys still want us,” Sandy replied. “Go get your suit on girl. I made daiquiris. Let’s get some sun.”

We have two walk in closets. I quickly eased into mine and left a crack in the door. Kelley came into the bedroom and began undressing. I watched her as she slipped her bathing suit bottom over her firm ass and blonde crotch. My cock rose as she haltered her 34C breasts and spritzed her chest with body perfume. She pinned her blonde hair up and left the room. I listened from the closet until I knew she was downstairs. I slowly walked to the window and watched as she joined Sandy by the pool directly below my view. Kelley’s bathing suit was a high waisted two piece and Sandy had discarded her jeans revealing the matching blue thong to her top. She had the radio on as I cursed silently only able to catch bits of their conversation. The sun was already hot causing the girls to quickly finish Sandy’s potent drinks. I retrieved my camera and zoomed in on their bodies. With the exception of dark and blonde hair, both girls were very similar in build. Sandy’s tits were slightly larger and fuller than Kelley’s.

The girls were well into their second drink when I took the chance to sneak downstairs and grabbed a six pack of beer. I made my way through the great room and got the beer from the refrigerator and made it to the bottom of the stairs when the door leading out to the pool opened. I froze as Sandy appeared. She closed the door and walked towards the bathroom and caught her breath as she saw me.

“You scared the shit out of me,” she said. “Well, well, aren’t we quite the little voyeur,” she continued as a huge grin spread across her face.

There was nothing I could do or say. I felt like an idiot standing there.

“I also see you’re excited, well, a little excited,” she said staring at hard on in my shorts. “Don’t worry. You’re little secret is safe with me,” she said making her way to the bathroom.

I felt totally humiliated. I’d been caught and mocked at by Sandy’s comment. My humility was also coupled with this new excitement of watching and the appreciation of the power of women. I went back upstairs and looked down as Sandy made her way back to the pool. She looked up and winked at me as she put her sunglasses on and handed Kelley her fresh drink. After watching her make the pitchers earlier, I knew both girls had to be buzzing.

Billy came through the side gate about 15 minutes later. He slowly walked over to where the girls lay. I zoomed in on his face obviously disappointed that Sandy was not alone.

“Hey Billy,” Kelley said.

“Hi Mrs. Haynes,” Billy said sheepishly trying not to look at the girls.

“Billy, have you met Sandy? She’s one of my best friends and is staying with us for a week or so,” Kelley asked.

“We met yesterday. Billy came over to tell me he couldn’t do the pool,” Sandy said.

“Oh, that’s right. You told me last night,” Kelley replied.

Billy began his task of sweeping the pool all the while trying to catch glimpse of the girls. He removed his shirt after awhile and continued vacuuming the pool bottom. Kelley and Sandy were talking in low tones and it was extremely hard to pick up their voices. Kelley stood up and started towards the house. I quickly moved to the door ready to hide if she came upstairs. She went to the bathroom and made fresh drinks including a third one for Billy. She set the drinks on the table by the chairs and Sandy called out to Billy.

“You want to take a break from the heat Billy?” she asked.

“Sure,” Billy replied as he headed toward the women and Sandy’s offering of the frozen concoction.

The boy sat down in the chair facing Kelley and Sandy. He had a great view looking between their legs but was too shy to take the chance. I could make out some of the conversation as they drank their drinks. Sandy was asking him about college plans and such. Billy quickly finished his drink and Sandy got up to make him another. She came back and sat back in her chair.

“It’s so hot out here isn’t it,” Sandy said to Kelley. I’m starting to get tan lines and I hate tan lines,” she continued. “Billy, you wouldn’t mind if I removed my top would you?” she asked.

Billy just shook his head. My chest thumped wildly as Sandy untied her top freeing her breasts. Billy’s eye’s darted back and forth stealing glances of Sandy’s white tits. He had his arm on his crotch trying to hide his growing bulge.

“Now that’s much better,” Sandy said reaching for the suntan oil.

She began massaging the oil onto her breasts causing her nipples to harden. I watched Billy squirming in his chair as he watched her. Kelley had not spoken a word during this and smiled at Billy.

“Billy, you wouldn’t mind if Mrs. Haynes took her top off too would you?” Sandy asked.

Again Billy could only shake his head. There was a moment of hesitation and I seriously thought Kelley would not remove her top. I was wrong as she sat up and untied her strings. She removed her top revealing to the boy her mature breasts.

“Billy, hand Mrs. Haynes her oil over there,” Sandy said.

Billy stood up not able to conceal his outrageous hard on as he brought Kelley her suntan oil. Kelley looked at Sandy and mouth what look to be the words ‘oh fuck’ as Billy sat back down in his chair. Sandy said something I couldn’t make out causing her and Kelley to stand up. They removed the cushions from their lounge chairs and placed them side by side on the pool deck. They put their beach towels on the cushions and reclined back on their elbows. I stroked my aching cock through my shorts as I tried to steady the camera.

“Come join us and relax Billy,” Sandy said patting the cushion between her and Kelley.

Slowly Billy rose and went towards the girls. His young cock was now at full attention and stretching the front of his shorts. Billy sat back between the two vixens as Sandy reached for her oil.

“Let’s put some oil on you Billy before you burn,” she said

Billy lay back as Sandy squirted a generous amount of Hawaiian Tropic onto his chest. She began rubbing the oil into his chest and asked Kelley to help her. Both women now began massaging oil onto the lucky boy. She squirted oil on both legs as each worked their way up from his ankles to his thighs. Sandy was smiling wickedly at Kelley as her hand made its way up the inside of his shorts and onto his balls. Kelley’s hand followed on his opposite thigh.

“Let’s get an all over tan,” Sandy said as she removed her hands from Billy and began tugging down his swimming trunks.

Billy lifted his ass as she slid the trunks down. His thick cock filled the camera view finder as Sandy removed his suit.

“Can you believe that Billy said he doesn’t have a girlfriend?” Sandy said to an opened mouth Kelley. “I told him with what he’s got he could have any woman,” Sandy continued as she grabbed his dick with her oil slick hand.

“Oh my, that’s a nice dick Billy,” my wife finally spoke. “Real nice,” she said watching Sandy’s hand long stroking his cock.

“Billy, have you ever thought about fucking Mrs. Haynes?” Sandy said.

“Ye yes,” Billy stammered.

“Do you want her Billy?” Sandy asked.

“God yes,” Billy said.

“Have you ever gone down on a woman before Billy?” Sandy said as Kelley’s hand began helping Sandy’s.

Billy just shook his head no.

“Mrs. Haynes wants you to eat her Billy, don’t you?” she said.

Kelley lifted her ass and removed her bottoms exposing her blonde trimmed bush. She placed her knees on either side of Billy’s head and slowly lowered her sex to his face. She eased further down as her pussy spread out over the boy’s mouth and leaned down taking Billy’s massive cock head into her mouth. Sandy continued stroking his cock and rubbing his balls as Kelley ground her crotch onto his face. Billy’s muffled groans grew louder as the girls worked his young cock over.

“He’s about to cum,” Sandy said.

Kelley removed her stretched mouth from his cock and squeezed his cock hard just under the head. His balls heaved yet couldn’t release his spunk. After his spasms subsided, Kelley began working her crotch faster onto the boy’s face.

“That’s good Billy. Lick me. Now my ass. Lick me. Oh yes. Oh yes. I’m cumming Billy. I’m cumming,” Kelley moaned as she pushed her cunt deeper onto his face.

Her orgasm was loud and long. She finished and finally lifted one knee up and lifted herself from his face. Billy was completely soaked from her juices as Sandy removed her bottoms. She traded places with Kelley and lowered her dark haired cunt onto his face. Again the girls licked and stroked Billy’s fat cock as Sandy took her pleasure on his face. Billy held out longer this time and Sandy flooded his face with her juices as she ground out her orgasm. Sandy lifted her crotch from his face and joined Kelley at his crotch. Again Billy neared orgasm only to be stopped by the squeezing under his cock head.

“Billy, tell Mrs. Haynes how much you want her pussy. Tell her Billy and she’ll let you cum,” Sandy said as she stroked his cock.

“I want to fuck you,” Billy said gaining confidence.

The women have drawn attention to themselves and some of the pub’s other patrons are looking at them with loathing. This would not be particularly significant – whores are of their nature abhorrent to respectable society – but for the fact that Jack the Ripper is in the Horn of Plenty. No one marks him. The truly terrifying thing about the Ripper is his normality; his facelessness. He is not the anti-Semitic caricature of Leather Apron. Neither are his eyes are black, nor does he wear a sinister cloak and top hat. He does not carry a silver-topped cane.

Which one is he? Is he the fifty-year old bearded butcher by the bar, laughing and joking with the landlord? Or the pale earnest looking fellow near to Nell and Ginger, whose clothes are rather too-well made for Whitechapel? Or is he the surly, dark man, scarred across the face, who sits alone supping at his ale? Not a single man among the crowd in the Horn evinces any sign of madness nor of uncommon, fiendish malice.

And yet he is here. And he’s getting restive. He hasn’t killed in a month. He’s planning something big. Something that will get him recognised as the premier artiste of death, and lift him above the guileless butchery of the Nickel Street boys. Something that will get everyone’s attention.

*****

“You disgust me!” says the whitefaced, earnest young man, who has overheard much of the lewd talk of the prostitutes. “How can you sit there and spout forth such wickedness! You deserve only damnation!”

“That isn’t,” Ginger says quietly, forcefully, “what Our Lord said to Mary Magdalene.”

“You dare defame Christian dogma with your impure lips and tongue! I’m starting to think that the Ripper has the right idea. The world would be well rid of the whole misbegotten lot of you.”

“Steady on, son,” urges a quieter, older man sitting close by, “we are all God’s creatures after all …”

“These are not God’s creatures! They belong to the Devil’s dam! Their very breath is noisome and sulphurous!”

“I wonder what brings a creature of such purity to Whitechapel on All Hallows Eve, Nell,” says Ginger theatrically, full of gin. “Doesn’t he know its ill repute?”

“I …” the young man falters and falls silent.

“Thought so. You came chasing a bit of tail yourself didn’t you?” Ginger is angry now. “Tell me sonny, are you disgusted with us or with yourself? Perhaps you are appalled at the fact that our saucy talk gave you a hard on?”

“Ginger …” Nell says placatingly, worriedly.

“How dare you?” The pale young man becomes still paler. He stands up, quaking with rage. “I hope the Ripper takes your bowels!”

“That’s the second time you’ve mentioned that craven cunt!” Ginger bellows. “You know why Jack the Ripper cuts whores? He’s angry. He’s angry because his prick doesn’t work. He can’t get it up. So he uses a knife instead. I’m not afraid of that piece of shit!”

Does the Ripper hear her?

The barkeep notices the disturbance and hurries over. “Right you two,” he says to the streetwalkers. “Out! I won’t have you disturbing my respectable customers!” Before he can lay hands on either of them, the two get to their feet and walk out of the pub with as much dignity and poise as they can muster. It is pissing it down now.

They go their separate ways, looking for customers in the dirty, London rain, and then both retire to bed. Both will dream of Jack the Ripper.

*****

Friday 9th November 1888

Midnight finds the ladies at the Ten Bells. The Ripper is also there, standing silent in the corner, resolved tonight to show the world his superhuman talent for death. Ginger has just finished a late supper of fish and potatoes, washed down with vast quantities of gin. She is fairly in her cups, and has already commenced her drunken habit of loudly singing Irish folk songs. Her voice isn’t bad notwithstanding its unsteady, boozy tenor. She sings with rather a shaky tone but holds the tune:

“Come all ye maidens young and fair

And you that are blooming in your prime

Always beware and keep your garden fair

Let no man steal away your thyme”

She then gets to her feet in a futile attempt to lead the swarthy and unseemly patrons of the Bells in the rousing chorus. Carrotty Nell paws ineffectually at her to quiet her, but Ginger brushes her away, and then belts out with all her soul:

“For thyme it is a precious thing

And thyme brings all things to my mind

Along with all its flavours, along with all its joys

Thyme, brings all things to my mind.”

The landlord is not amused by these antics. He has no time for spirited folk singing, and brusquely, without a word, he bodily escorts Ginger from the premises.

“Wha’ you doing?” says the inebriated Miss Kelly. “Get ya hands off me!” She finds herself unexpectedly in the street, where a light, chilly rain is falling. Nell has followed her out, hurling abuse at the gruff, churlish barman. Ginger blinks uncertainly a couple of times and then resumes her song as if nothing has happened.

“Once I had a bunch of thyme

I thought it never would decay

Then came a lusty sailor

Who chanced to pass my way

And stole my bunch of thyme away.”

This time Nell lends her strident voice to the chorus, singing just offkey, but with enough enthusiasm for the both of them.

“For thyme it is a precious thing

And thyme brings all things to my mind

Along with all its flavours, along with all its joys

Thyme, brings all things to my mind.”

“Quit making that fucking racket!” A man yells from his window. “Some of us is trying to sleep!”

“Back to work I s’pose,” says Ginger, unheeding of the criticism. “The night is yet young.”

Unnoticed, a figure slips out of the Bells and into the anonymous dark of Whitechapel.

It is very chilly indeed, even for November, and Ginger instinctively draws her red shawl closer about her. She bids Nell goodnight and staggers off down Dorset Street, leaving Nell to walk alone down Commercial. When she has walked a few dozen paces she resumes her song. Nell watches her amusedly as she weaves her way down the street.

“The sailor gave to me a rose

A rose that never would decay

He gave it to me to keep me reminded

Of when he stole my thyme away.

“For thyme it is a precious thing

And thyme brings all things to my mind

Along with all its flavours … Oh hello there!” she says to a man who has approached her, he is stout and short, and carries a pail of beer. Nell fondly watches as her friend, bareheaded in the chill November wind and rain, in her linseed frock and tight-drawn apron totters onwards with customer in tow. With a laugh and a shake of her head, she addresses herself to walking briskly down Commercial, hoping to meet a john, not only for the money but also for some warmth.

*****

Nell has a busy night. It is not for nothing that she is known as the prettiest little whore in Whitechapel. She takes them up against the grubby walls and fences and feigns her enthusiasm. Finally, at about half-past three in the morning, she decides to head for home. As she walks, mentally tallying her earnings, she passes a shadowy figure lurking in a doorway. Quietly, he steps out when she has passed and stalks along behind her.

“Excuse me,” he says awkwardly. She jumps and turns, and sees a pale, ungainly youth of nineteen or twenty.

“Yer startled me,” she says, then she peers at him closely. “I knows you. You railed at me and Ginger the other week in the Horn! Changed your mind ‘ave yer. Per’aps we scarlet women ain’t so bad after all.” She laughs.

The youth flushes and turns to walk away. Nell calls to him and bids him stop. She does so partly out of pity, partly out of good commercial nous – he looks like he will pay well.

“Look I was coddin’ you mister. There’s no shame in it. I reckons you must be getting married soon, and you’re worried about the bridal bed and ‘ave come for me advice. Is that the size of it?”

“Yes,” he says eagerly if unconvincingly.

“Well, then, yer’d best follow me back to me ‘umble abode and out of this cursed cold air and we’ll talk shop.”

They are not far from Nell’s room, and she brings the youth up quietly, fearful of disturbing the disapproving landlord. She turns the key in the lock, and brings the young man into her Spartan, yet somehow disheveled home.

“‘Ere we are young sir. Make yourself at ‘ome.” She lights the pre-prepared fire, as he takes of his coat and hat and throws them into a corner. She has done well tonight and can afford to. “So yer a virgin are ya?”

He nods mutely.

“Well there’s nothing to be afraid of. We women won’t bite yer,” she says dispassionately, before adding saucily: “Unless yer ask us to.”

The lad looks terrified. Nell chuckles inwardly. He’s so green, she’s going to enjoy showing him the ropes. Wordlessly, she shrugs off and then steps out of her frock, standing before him in slip and short stay. The latter forces her breasts up and together, emphasising her cleavage.

“There,” she says, “that’s much more comfortable.” Her nervous client, stares helplessly at her bosom. “You like ‘em?” she asks, unfastening her stay. “Why don’t you take a closer look at ‘em.” She beckons him forward, and he comes towards her as if compelled. “That’s right. They won’t ‘urt yer.”

He comes so close to her breasts that she can feel his hot breath upon her. Gently but firmly she pulls his face into her bosom. He gasps to be up against her warm, supple flesh. She holds him there for a few moments, and he stays perfectly still, scarcely daring to breathe. At length, she releases him and he comes reluctantly away.

“I’ll take the rest of me clothes off now, and yer can take a good look at me.” She throws off her slip and stands naked a little way from him for his inspection. He takes in the curve of her neck, her delicate shoulders and round, full breasts. His eyes stray netherwards across her plump belly and down to the unruly red hair that goes every which way above her cunt. He looks now at her legs, her well-muscled thighs and smooth, white shins. His prick is so hard that it is causing him pain, straining against his trousers.

“You like what you see?” says Nell with a twinkle in her eye. “Touch me. Go on. Don’t be shy.”

He stumbles towards her and tentatively places his hands upon her tits. He squeezes them lightly, pressing them together, testing their properties.

“You can be a bit rougher if you like.”

He cups them more firmly now, feeling her nipples stiffening against his palms. He pinches one between his thumb and index finger and tugs at it.

“Ooh! Ouch!” says Nell, though it doesn’t much hurt. “I said ‘a bit’ rougher. Them’s attached to me you know!”

He doesn’t care. He is intent on exploring her body, in possessing it. He continues to tug hard on her tit with his left hand, and, as he does so, he places his right up between her legs, feeling her soft, fiery red bush against his skin. He begins to maul at her warm, wet flesh. Awkwardly, inexpertly he frigs her.

” ‘Ere,” says Nell, “let me show what’s what down there.” She extracts her left nipple from his grip – it’s starting to feel quite sore – and pulls away from his clumsy, groping hand. She sits down upon her sole, rickety wooden chair by the fire. She feels the skin on her backside cling to the wood. She spreads her legs wide apart. “Now,” she says to the awestruck virgin, “pay attention.” She peels her cuntlips apart and he kneels down between her legs, his face very close to her exposed womanhood, he feels drunk at the sight of it, and at the smell of it.

“The little ‘ole,” says Nell the sexual pedagogue, “that’s where I pee out of, see. And the bigger ‘ole below it, that’s where you gets your pleasure. I’ll let yer into a secret an’ all. You sees that fold of skin at the top of me gash?” He nods. “It’s like an ‘ood. There’s a little nub what dwells in there. And she’s very sensitive she is. A woman likes to be touched there. But you’ve got to make sure she’s ready for it. You’ve got make sure she’s good and wet. Touch me.” He lays his hand upon her.

“See ‘ow it feels damp. That’s what ‘appens when a woman gets excited like. When she thinks about a man’s ‘ard cock. Or when a man plays with ‘er jugs and kisses ‘er. Push yer finger up inside me.” He does so, fumblingly forcing his index finger through the larger hole. He is surprised at how hot she feels. Nell sighs with delight. “Another finger.” He withdraws his index finger, her wetness trailing from it, and puts it back in again together with his middle finger. Nell stretches to accommodate him. He spreads his fingers apart gapping her wider, peering inside her.

She moans. “Now feel this, this’ll excite yer,” says Nell and he feels her cunt contract around his fingers, squeezing them together. It relaxes and then the muscles clench again around his embedded fingers. “That’s a talent that is,” Nell smiles. “Many a gentleman would give ‘is right arm for an ‘ore what could do that. Push another finger inside me.”

He hesitates. “Won’t that hurt you?” he asks.

“Oh, you are green!” Nell exclaims, laughing. “We can push babies out of there! Some johns are so funny: ‘Watch out Nell, my cock is ‘uge, it might tear your cunt apart.’ Ha! Will it buggery! There never was a man’s cock yet what was as big as a baby’s bonce!”

Reassured, the young man pushes a third finger inside her. He rotates his hand slowly back and forth. Nell’s juices are freeflowing now over his hand. “Now you’re getting the idea, sonny Jim! Arch your fingers up, push against the roof of my cunny. Back a little. Ooh! That’s right, there! Women ‘ave a tender spot round about there. Tickle me inside. Flex your fingers. Yeah! That’s nice. Now, I won’t ask you to do this, but a lot of women like a man to use ‘is tongue to please ‘em. Take your fingers out of me.”

He does so, his fingers are drenched with her secretions. “And fondle that fold of flesh I mentioned earlier. That’s right that’s the one.” After a few moments of his attention, Nell’s little button emerges from its hood. He places his thumb upon it and slowly rotates it. “That’s the spot!” enthuses Nell. “Now, you wrap your tongue around that part of a girl and she’s yours. Plus, licking a woman’s cunny ‘as another advantage. If she’s slow to get moist enough for you to comfortably stick ‘er nob in ‘er, then by licking ‘er, you can be sure that she’ll be slippery enough for yer to have your way with ‘er.

“Now,” she says standing up and thereby ending this portion of his education, “let’s ‘ave a look at your equipment.” She motions that he should get to his feet and he complies.

She loosens his belt and then pulls his trousers down, his underwear following immediately. So he stands, his pants and trousers round his ankles, atop his shiny new shoes. Nell coos appreciatively at his cock, which stands proudly up, throbbing slightly. It is about seven inches long and thick around. Nell reckons she couldn’t get her hand around the shaft of it, though she does have small hands, which is a boon in her line of work; it makes her clients’ cocks seem bigger.

“Your fiancée is a lucky woman.”

“Who?” He has forgotten the pretext for his visit to Nell’s place. Nell just smiles and is discreet. She she grasps his dick, testing her theory as to his girth, and attempts to wrap her fingers around him, squeezing him hard as she does so.

“Aaaah!” gasps the young man, and he comes, his cock juddering as it sprays semen over the crouching whore’s neck and tits. “Oh God, I … I’m sorry,” he says, suddenly ashamed and blushing deep red.

“I ‘aven’t finished with you yet,” says Nell impishly, and before the man has a chance to stutter any more apologies and explanations, she takes his waning prick into her mouth, and sucks the remaining come from its tip. He gasps. She passionately tongues his head and then takes his softening manhood deeper inside her mouth, determinedly trying to restore his erection.

She moves her head back and forth, her tongue lashing now against his shaft and now against his head. She grazes him with her teeth, lightly nibbling upon his helmet, holding it in place as she fiercely tongues the little red lips of his pisshole. He can feel himself getting hard again and it aches a little, but he does not want her to stop. She takes him deep inside her mouth, almost to the back of her throat and then out again. In and out. She is fucking him with her face.

She takes his cock out of her mouth and pumps it vigorously with her fist and then she hungrily gobbles it down again, before repeating the process, pulling the foreskin mercilessly over the purple head of his dick, before sucking it deep into her mouth.

After a few minutes she desists, having miraculously recovered his hard on.

“There,” she says. “Good as new.” His cock and his balls pain him, but he doesn’t let on. She pushes him hard on the chest, and he trips on his trousers and falls back onto the bed. She springs on top of him and splays her legs either side of his hips. Rubbing his chest through the fabric of his silk shirt with both her hands, she reaches behind her, grasping his cock and guiding it into her cunt, as she sits back on her haunches.

She begins to twist and writhe on top of him, sitting on him, her vaginal muscles clenching and unclenching. She bounces up and down, determined to get her pleasure from her inexperienced client and to give him a fuck to remember her by. Grinding her hips against him, breathing in broken, sobbing gasps, she reaches behind her and takes his balls in her hand.

He has forgotten the pain he was in, and is giving himself entirely to the sensations instilled in him by this skilled, remarkable whore, who rides him as if he were a bucking broncho from a wild west show, when, in fact, he is scarcely moving at all.

Nell realises that she will have to do all the work, and sets about gyrating and twisting and rocking with renewed vigour. She toys with his balls with one hand, and the other flies to her clitoris, flicking at it as she fucks him so wildly that she threatens to break the stolid, workmanlike bed.

She is determined that she will climax. She looks into his face which is currently fixed in an expression of startled obeisance. His light blue eyes rove this way and that, and upon his lips there is the trace of a smile. His cock is buried deep inside her, and she forces herself against it, pressing it into the roof of her vagina, building up a friction as she bobs up her down. She ceases her assault on her clit, and moves both her hands to her breasts, tightly squeezing her nipples and kneading them together.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” she says as she feels her orgasm building, fixing her thoughts on the fact that this is his first fuck. Hers is the first cunt he’ll come into. She doesn’t desist from her energetic antics as she climaxes, her juices erupting from her and coating the young man’s cock and bollocks. Instead, she rides her orgasm, surfing it like a wave, prolonging it, her cunny clenching and unclenching around his hard shaft all the while.

“Oh, yeah, come in me! Come on, yer mollie, what yer waiting for? Come in me now, or I’ll ‘ave to charge you extra.”

The slick heat of her pulsing cunny around his cock proves enough for the young man and he has no trouble following the order, his come filling her.

“Oh yes!” she cries, drowning out his manly groan. Her orgasm subsides and she gets up off the man, his cock falls limp and lifeless to one side.

“Phew! That was fun,” she says and she commences gathering up her clothes.

“Thank you,” says the man through his heaving breaths.

“Don’t mention it. And I doesn’t come free you know.”