Deep Blue

by Aishling Morgan

  ‘Come on, then, strip,’ Juliana urged. ‘Let’s see if it’s as big as Tammy says.’

  Joe began to undress, obviously hating it. Lily watched, embarrassed but unable to ignore a satisfied feeling at watching a Peeping Tom given a dose of his own medicine. The girls also watched, Linnet giggling, Tammy and Juliana with quiet smiles and occasional prompting when he tried to retain first his socks and then his underpants. At this final exposure he balked.

  ‘What’s the matter, Joe?’ Tammy asked, her voice at once sweet and mocking. ‘Come on, I’ve seen you. Why not my friends?’

  Joe stammered something unintelligible to Lily.

  ‘Now, now, Joe,’ Juliana urged. ‘You’ve seen us, and you didn’t even ask, so down they come, right now.’

  Lily heard the hard tone in Juliana’s voice, knowing that if the command had been directed at her she would have been struggling to get her knickers down fast enough. Not Joe, who crossed his hands over his crotch and gave a glance in the direction of the beach and safety.

  ‘Do we have to do it for you?’ Tammy asked.

  ‘I think we do,’ Juliana agreed. ‘In fact, I think that’s what he wants.’

  ‘Sure it is,’ Linnet added. ‘What randy little boy wouldn’t like to be pinned down and stripped by three fine girls? You’ll love it, won’t you, Joe?’

  Lily found her smile growing broader despite her sense of shock. What Linnet had said was so like the way Ed talked to her, telling her what she did and did not like, what she should and should not do. A sudden picture came to her, Ed in the same position as the hapless Joe, and she giggled.

  ‘Come on, girls,’ Joe managed as they began to advance on him. ‘I’ll take you on one by one, down behind the rocks.’

  Tammy shook her head, smiling and reaching out as if to take hold of his underpants. He put his hands to hers, backing, only for Linnet to move forward at speed, jam one tiny leg between his ankles and kick. Joe went back, his arms flailing, his underpants wrenched down as he went. Lily felt a sudden, not unpleasant shock as his cock came on view. It was longer than Ed’s, if thinner, and very pale, with the head already poking out of a meaty foreskin.

  Joe fell, Juliana immediately pinning him by the arms, Tammy by the legs as Linnet skipped back, laughing. He struggled, but Lily could see that it was half-hearted, and then he had surrendered completely as Juliana’s mouth found his penis and gulped it in. He lay back, the expression on his face turning to ecstasy as Juliana began to suck, only to vanish as Tammy moved up and cocked a leg across his head.

  Lily’s mouth went wide as Joe’s face disappeared beneath the fleshy white cheeks of Tammy’s ample bottom. His arms beat at the ground, but only briefly, then Juliana had cupped his balls and he went limp, apparently resigned to licking pussy as he was sucked. Tammy wiggled her bottom on to Joe’s face, pressing her sex to his mouth. Lily saw Tammy’s expression change from one of happy mischief to pleasure and knew that the helpless boy was licking.

  Joe’s cock was hard in Juliana’s mouth. She was masturbating him, nibbling on the bloated end of his penis as she stroked his shaft, a technique Lily quickly filed in her memory. Juliana was also in a thoroughly rude position herself, kneeling with her bottom pushed out towards Lily. Every detail of her sex showed, not just pouting sex lips and the wet, pink flesh of her vulva, but the wrinkled star of her anus, dun brown between olive-skinned buttocks. Lily swallowed at the sight, imagining how similar she herself would look in so shocking a pose. It was hard to watch, with her guilt rising at being a party to such a rude scene and a scene in which the Peeping Tom had little choice. Yet it was impossible to tear her eyes away, besides which, she could feel a trickle of moisture on the inside of her thigh.

  The last of the fight went out of Joe, his arms coming up to cup Tammy’s bottom, feeling the big cheeks as he licked. In response she squirmed in pleasure, rubbing herself in his face. His erection was now rigid, pointing skywards in Juliana’s hand as she drew back. Lily watched as he was mounted, Juliana cocking a leg over his middle, taking his cock and rubbing it to her vulva, then rising up and sliding her body down until she was seated on him, her sex filled with penis.

  As Juliana began to ride Joe, Tammy moved forward. Lily gasped in delighted shock as she realised that the boy was being made to lick Tammy’s bottom. Not that he seemed to mind, his hands still clutching her plump cheeks as she rode him. He was obviously lost to decency, much as she herself had been after being buggered, a knowledge that made her feel ruder still. Biting her lip, she pulled the front of her dress high and slipped a hand beneath. Her sex was wet and warm, badly in need of being touched. Reasoning that if they were prepared to be so openly dirty it hardly mattered if she just touched herself she began to stroke her pubic mound.

  Linnet had been watching, never still, jumping on her toes, her fists balled in glee. Now she skipped down to the sea, vanishing beneath the surface in one smooth motion. For a moment Lily was puzzled, only to see the dark swirl of hair, then Linnet’s head. She was grinning, and holding a thick strand of kelp and what looked like a mass of purple-green jelly. Running light-footed to her friends, she knelt down, pushed her face between Juliana’s bouncing bottom and the rock and kissed Joe’s balls, then pressed the thing in her hand to his scrotum.

  Lily then realised what the object was, a huge snakelocks anemone. Linnet was grinning maniacally, her face close to Juliana’s bottom. Joe was near orgasm, thrusting his hips up, pressing his cock into his mount’s vagina. Tammy was also coming, one hand on her sex, one cradling her big breasts as he licked at her bottom hole. Juliana went forward, grinding herself on him, crying out as Linnet’s lips found her bottom. The two girls came together, riding the helpless Joe and crying and laughing in their ecstasy. He was pumping frantically, his hips jerking, his cock jamming in and out of Juliana’s stretched vagina, in Lily’s clear view. Linnet was squeezing the anemone against his balls, but he seemed not to notice, only to jerk as the thick head of the kelp stalk was pushed to his anus. The hole was slick with Juliana’s juices, and Lily saw the kelp stalk go in, Joe’s protesting hole forced wide as his feet hammered frantically on the rock. It was great, she could not deny it, watching a man given the same dirty, degrading treatment as Ed had pushed her into, with a thick, hard object rammed home in the anus. Linnet was laughing, a high-pitched, manic cackle as she began to bugger the helpless Joe, her eyes locked to his gaping anus as the stem worked in and out. He had struggled, but his efforts slackened as Linnet worked the stalk inside him and abruptly every muscle in his body locked and Lily knew he had come inside Juliana. She was coming herself, quickly, not wanting the others to see but with her eyes locked on the rude scene: Tammy’s big bottom sitting square on Joe’s face; Juliana’s smaller, trimmer rear spread, anus on show, vagina filled with cock; Joe with the fat green anemone pushed to his balls and the stalk protruding obscenely from his anus…

  As Lily came Linnet danced back, pulling the anemone away and hurling it out to sea, then turning again, all innocence. Tammy and Juliana slowly dismounted, leaving Joe to sit up, his face wet with white juice. With a look of displeasure he pulled the kelp from his anus, only for his face to break into a happy grin.

  ‘Great,’ he managed. ‘Wow, just great. You girls are hot.’

  ‘Any time,’ Linnet answered happily.

  ‘Sure,’ Joe said. ‘What was that thing you did to my balls?’

  ‘Just a trick,’ Linnet replied. ‘It didn’t really work.’

  Joe looked down, his expression changing, from happy satisfaction, through surprise, to alarm and finally shock.

  ‘Jesus, my balls!’ he yelled. ‘They’re on fire!’

  ‘That’s your punishment!’ Linnet laughed. ‘The rest was just fun, even the stalk up your bum. Tell your friends that’s what dirty little boys get for peeping!’

  Mr Hobbers paused at the door to John Pardue’s house, rehearsing his lines in his head. It was, after all, hardly practical to march in and dema
nd to spank the man’s daughter. Nor could he admit to purchasing the coin, or even to seeing it, as the parents were unlikely to know anything about her delinquent behaviour. Instead, he intended to take advantage of the family’s obvious poverty, pretending to be calling at random and gaining an introduction by offering well over the odds for anything in their possession that had even the slightest antique value. If his line of reasoning proved false, then it would be easy to retire gracefully.

  Peering cautiously within, he began to smile. The room was typical of Tawmouth: a smart front parlour, intended for show and seldom entered. There were several pictures, country and maritime scenes, just prints, but old enough for his purposes. Better still were three model ships displayed within bottles, something that always sold well to tourists. Two he did not recognise; the third had his lips curving into a satisfied smile. She was the Redoubtable.

  With new confidence he stepped back to the door and rang the bell. The response was slow, a man older than he had expected but not impossibly so, bald, stooped, but bright-eyed.

  ‘I’m sorry to disturb you, sir,’ Hobbers began. ‘Mr Hobbers, Mr Frank Hobbers. I believe you are John Pardue.’

  ‘Jan Pardue, that’s me,’ the man answered. ‘How can I help you?’

  ‘I am an antique dealer,’ Hobbers went on. ‘You may know my shop, in the High Street. I understand you possess a model of the Redoubtable.’

  ‘I do,’ Pardue answered, ‘but she’s not for sale.’

  ‘That is a shame. I am prepared to make a generous offer. Perhaps two hundred pounds?’

  ‘Sorry, can’t be done. Anyhow, how did you know I had her?’

  ‘Ah… A young lady told me. Your daughter? Perhaps your granddaughter?’

  ‘I’ve no daughter, just three sons. Could be my grand-daughter, Jasmine. She was over a while back.’

  ‘Very likely. She came into my shop and saw a painting I have of the Redoubtable. I am very keen to have the model as well.’

  ‘I dare say you are, but she’s not for sale. An ancestor of mine served in her you see, under Captain Warrender, a relative, rather, James Keeley. The model came down from my great-grandmother, Jane Pardue, lived to be one hundred and four, she did. So I won’t sell, you see.’

  ‘I quite understand, although it is a shame. In the circumstances I might be prepared to offer you a discount on the picture, if you’re interested.’

  ‘Certainly I am. Still, I’ve been in your shop, and I doubt I can afford your fancy prices. Still, I’ve other models aplenty. Would you care to make an exchange?’

  ‘Very possibly. Might I see them, if you’ve the time? I might well want to buy in any case.’

  ‘I’ve all the time in the world if you’re offering good money. Come in.’

  Mr Hobbers smiled as he crossed the threshold.

  Thomazina pulled herself on to the steps, feeling conspicuous in her tiny bikini. An elderly couple glanced at her as she reached the path, the woman disapproving, the man with a smile. She ignored them, glancing up and down the road, hurrying across. The throb of noise came from the docks, where china clay was pouring into a ship’s hold from a storage hopper. White dust rose in the hot sun, settling to stain her bare feet as she padded quickly along the street. A little way beyond the dock gates she stopped, scanning the houses and shops, once, twice, then halting in indecision. Where the tattoo parlour had once been was a shop selling bathroom fittings. She bit her lip, once more glancing nervously along the road. Her heart jumped at a voice and she turned, expecting to see the blue uniform of the police. A man was looking at her, but not a policeman.

  ‘You all right, love?’ he asked again, peering into her face.

  ‘I am sorry,’ she stammered. ‘I am a little lost. I thought there was a tattoo parlour along here. Next to a sweet shop.’

  ‘Not next to a sweet shop, love. You must mean old Pardue. Top of Exhibition Road, on the left.’

  ‘Exhibition Road?’

  ‘On the right, back that way.’

  She thanked him and ran, indifferent to the feel of his eyes on her wobbling, near-naked bottom. Finding Exhibition Road, she slowed. Only one person was visible, a man washing his car who gave her no more than a brief glance. At the end she quickly identified the sign offering tattoos and rang the bell, fidgeting as she waited. The door opened after what seemed an age. An elderly bald man looked out at her with a smile spreading slowly across his face.

  ‘Mr Pardue?’ she asked.

  ‘That’s me, call me Jan.’

  ‘I was wondering if you could ink a tattoo in for me, if you have the time that is. This one. I’m Tammy, by the way.’

  She turned, pushing out her bottom to show her tattoo, at which his grin grew broader still.

  ‘Certainly I can,’ he stated, beckoning her inside. ‘You’ll be young Yasmin’s friend, then. She mentioned you. Given you don’t seem to have any money in that bikini I suppose you’ll be wanting to pay the same way, then.’

  ‘I have money, although I’m afraid it’s a little wet. How…’

  Thomazina broke off. From the man’s open leer it was quite obvious what he expected. She shrugged and smiled shyly, then followed him into the house. The door at the end of the passage was open, a man visible within, seated at a table with two model ships in front of him. Pardue ushered her in, offering tea.

  ‘Oh, hello, Mr Hobbers,’ Thomazina addressed the man.

  ‘No tea, thank you, Mr Pardue, I’m rather in a hurry.’

  ‘Hello, Jasmine,’ Hobbers answered her.

  ‘This isn’t my Jasmine,’ Pardue said. ‘Just a customer, come for a tattoo. Would you excuse us a moment?’

  Mr Hobbers nodded, throwing Thomazina a puzzled glance. She returned a smile and followed Pardue as he made for the stairs.

  ‘Was Yasmin here then?’ she asked as they entered his workroom.

  ‘Yes. Her friend Violet wanted a tattoo the same as yours, an octopus, only in purple.’

  ‘An octopus, like mine?’

  ‘Exactly like yours, so she said. I’ve the drawing somewhere.’

  ‘Her friend Violet had it done, you say, not Yasmin.’

  ‘Yes, Violet. Pretty girl for all the purple hair. Had it done on her left cheek, she did, just like yours.’

  ‘Could you tell me what she looks like?’

  ‘Tall girl, purple hair, pierced nose, belly button too. Don’t you know her?’

  ‘Oh yes, of course,’ Thomazina lied. ‘There are two Violets, you see.’

  ‘And are you anything like your friends?’

  Thomazina didn’t know quite what he meant. ‘I suppose so.’

  ‘Right,’ Pardue answered. ‘Well, then, if you’d lie on the bed and pop down your pants.’

  Thomazina did as she was told, squeezing her bikini bottoms off and placing the money she had concealed down the front on the table. Pardue had shut the door and now turned back to her, his eyes travelling slowly down her body.

  ‘How about a peep of your tits, before we start?’ he asked. ‘Seeing as how they’ll be bare anyway, once it’s done.’

  With an easy shrug Thomazina took off her last garment, leaving herself nude as she lay down. Pardue’s eyes followed her chest, watching her breasts squash out on the fabric of the bed. She watched him in return, smiling at his obvious enthusiasm. He gave a last, dirty grin and turned to his workbench, suddenly professional as he began to choose needles and ink. Thomazina tried to relax, remembering the pain of the needle and also the warm glow she had felt after it had been done.

  ‘Old one, is it?’ Pardue asked as his hand took hold of her bottom. ‘You can’t have been more than a nipper to judge from the fading.’

  ‘Too much sunbathing,’ Thomazina answered sleepily,

  ‘but it was never very dark. I’d like it really bright green this time, and scarlet for the eyes.’

  ‘Bad job, I’d suppose,’ he went on. ‘This’ll be better. I’ll be using some of them new inks. Bought them in Londo
n, I did, last time I went up. Hold still now.’

  Thomazina winced as the tool hummed to life, forcing herself to relax, then swallowing as the needle bar bit into her bottom.

  ‘Easy, love, it’s hard to keep a grip with so much flesh. Not that I mind a bit of flesh, mark you.’

  ‘I’m sure you don’t. What did Yasmin do for you?’

  ‘Hang on, love, we can’t have that sort of talk, not while I’m working.’

  Thomazina chuckled and went quiet, thinking of Yasmin’s smooth, dark skin. Their sex had been pleasant, passionate and rude, making her sorry that it was not Yasmin who herself had been moved to have the tattoo. The initial pain of the tattooing needle had begun to fade, leaving a dull, warm throb that was going straight to her sex. Pardue, she was sure, would want a suck, maybe a feel of her body, but he was unlikely to give her an orgasm, at least not a truly satisfying one.

  He paused, changing the needle, then returned to work on her bottom. She knew she was wet, that he would be able to smell her excitement, and that doubtless he was anticipating the pleasure of her body. At his age it was likely to take a while, and she wondered if he might be persuaded to lie on the bed and let her take her pleasure mounted on his erection. True, it would not really be a payment, not as such, but it promised the best orgasm and as a dirty old man he was unlikely to refuse such a request.

  ‘Done,’ he announced and the low buzz of the tool stopped.

  ‘Thank you. You are very kind,’ Thomazina answered.

  ‘Now, you hinted you might like a little something for your payment.’

  He nodded, his hands going straight to his fly.

  ‘What did Yasmin do?’ she asked.

  ‘They posed,’ he answered. ‘Both of them, Violet with her pretty bottom stuck out for me, Yasmin showing her tits. You’re nicer than either, with those great big titties and your meaty behind, so how about the same?’