by Pamela Prim
Moira’s cunt, bright pink against her pale Irish skin and topped by reddish brown pubic hair looked like a garden rose to Kelly. Kelly watched Moira’s fingers working in quick circles the small rose-bud of her clit while each orgasmic contraction forced more of Alfie’s spunk from between the lower petals.
Alfie’s face was between Kelly’s own thighs attempting the same magic as Moira’s fingers, and although he was undoubtedly giving her a great deal of pleasure she felt terribly self conscious about her nakedness, and utterly unable to relax.
Kelly lay there wishing for Moira’s enjoyment and also utterly terrified of it. After all, could she give up her virginity so easily?
At least Moira was enjoying it. She seemed to almost be thrusting her hips in Kelly’s direction and – since she had been kind enough to do so for her she leaned over and gently kissed the back of Moira’s frigging hand.
Moira, without question moved her hand and after propping herself up in a more comfortable position, Kelly set about matching Alfie’s actions with her own.
Alfie’s tongue was making large sweeping circles encompassing her lips and clit and so she did the same for Moira. There was that soured honey taste of Moira and the salty medicinal taste of Alfie between her lips and she soon found her chin dripping wet with her partners excretions.
Somehow focusing on Moira was letting her enjoy Alfie’s work more.
When he slid a finger into her cunny it hurt a little, she was tight and even his finger seemed to stretch it. Her muscles ached a little but there was also a sharp sensitivity that quickly turned to the same kind of pleasure his tongue made.
She slid a finger into Moira and finding her slick and wide she tried a second finger. Kelly and Alfie moved in rhythm each thrust of his wrist was matched by a similar thrust into Moira’s core by Kelly’s fingers. She felt silky beads of quim gather on her wrists and drip onto the leather. Giving her jaw a moments rest she licked her hand clean, enjoying the warm bodyish taste and smell of it.
From the far side of the table there came some almighty whoops and calls, of the kind that made Moira’s not stop caterwauling sound positively tame.
Clearly someone’s doing something right over there, thought Kelly. And though she continued to enjoy Alfie’s fingers and, shortly after, the head then the shaft, of his cock, which hurt so much she cried out, but which soon turned from pain to pleasure as she felt him enter her. She was aware of muscles and nerves in her body she had never felt before, deep inside her aching as they were stretched and aching for more. He gave her more and more, faster and faster. She lay back Moira forgotten but for the taste of her on her lips.
The pleasure plateaued, delightful, but no longer mounting towards that indescribable and unknown goal she knew she longed for.
She heard Jacob call out: “That’s two at once, Alfie. How are you getting on with your second lass there?”
She wanted to say her name was Kelly, but Alfie replied over her, “Still going, she’s a tough one this lass.”
“Some help, my boy?” replied Jacob.
“Why not, you’ve already won, she shouldn’t have to suffer when a better man is at hand.”
Alfie pulled out of her and stood her up pushing the table over to where Kelly now saw Alice and Nancy were kissing each other deeply, playing with each other’s breasts and whispering to each other like long term lovers. Jacob came round and the two men with their hard muscular bodies stood over Kelly who had never felt so short or soft in her life.
Jacob turned her around and grabbing her hips lifted her. His cock was huge but still slick from his previous adventures and slid into place, even bigger than Alfie’s. She wrapped her thighs around him and sat there suspended wholly by Jacob’s hands and dick.
Turning she could see Alfie take Moira by the hair and plunge his cock into her mouth, hard and deep several times until Moira was almost gagging and thick strands of saliva began to gather on his balls.
Thus lubricated Alfie came up behind Kelly and she felt his slick head nosing at the opening of her arse. The sensation sent a tingle of pleasure up her body and she relaxed expecting something gentle.
Slowly Jacob lifted her so she slid up his cock almost to the point it might fall out of her. Alfie’s cock came too pressing more insistently at the puckered sphincter of her arse.
Jacob dropped her and in a split second she felt like she had been split in half, these two huge throbbing prongs filled her up the hilt, they felt even bigger than they looked, she almost worried that her lungs and heart would be pushed out of her mouth.
When she breathed she could feel her body responding around these two monstrous penetrations.
Then the two men began their movements. In perfect concert they slid her up and down, a helpless maiden upon two knight’s lances. The pleasure was immediately of a different order. She felt so full of these men that they were in some way part of her. The thrusting was astonishing, powerful, deep and the pleasure all consuming.
Her mind seemed liquid, running down her spine like sweat.
Each stroke pulled her almost clear of the men, she could feel her body close about the vacuum they left and then just as suddenly they would plunge into her.
Alfie now seemed to adjust his rhythm and their jolting thrusts grew out of synch. The new rythm pushed her over the edge, the orgasm seemed to come simultaneously from her clit, pounding against Jacob’s body, from deep inside her vagina where every muscle clamped down and from the ring of her arse, which was suddenly spattered by Alfie’s ejaculations inside her at first then as he pulled clear in shooting jets up her back and over her buttocks.
Jacob pounded away still harder and the orgasm took on a new intensity, she realised her throat hurt from screaming curse words as loud as she could and she hadn’t opened her eyes in what felt like hours.
When she did it was to Jacob’s snarling face as he powered into her once more as deep as he could go then held her still as his cock spent itself inside her.
Epilogue
What followed for the two groups was a long period of silence, many hands ran over many bodies, lying satisfied in a comfortable heap. Then with the gin finished and the games over the girls dressed, suddenly shy and the men did the same with a sense of smug superiority.
Jacob gave his calling card to Kelly and Alfie to Moira, while Nancy and Alice seemed to have eyes only for each other.
Alfie scrawled out a note for two hundred pounds to Jacob, and Jacob paid for the drinks. With all the appearance of a slightly sweaty group of daytime gin-fiends the six people left the pub and its confused landlord with great dignity.
Moira and Kelly, became kept mistresses of Alfie and Jacob. Bearing to each an uncommon high number of bastards and seeding Shirepoole with more scandal than could fill these pages.
Nancy never married Richie Price, she died a spinster living in a flat with Alice, who remained unmarried until after Nancy’s passing.
Story 4
Chapter 1
Samantha lay in bed with her hands on her lower stomach.
“Are you going to class today?” her roommate asked, annoyed that she had skipped the last few times.
“Josie, I can’t. Just take notes for me, please?”
“Let me guess. The pain is too much to handle.”
“It is. Don’t mock me. I don’t know what my problem is.”
“You are too much. Go to the doctor already!”
“It’ll go away.”
“Same time, every day. If you didn’t like the class why didn’t you just drop it?”
“I can’t explain it. It’s not my fault that it always happens before my Western Civ class.”
“You couldn’t keep me from that class,” swooned Josie. “Mr. Bandetto is gorgeous. I’m thinking about failing so I can take it again it next semester.”
“Now who is too much?”
Samantha threw a pillow at her and chuckled.
“Go to the doctor, huh?”
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“I’m going to check up on you to make sure.”
“You’re not here long enough to check up on anything,” said Samantha.
She watched the door close as Josie left for class with several textbooks in her arms. She scoffed at the door and looked around the room. She was alone again.
“For how long this time?” she wondered. Josie was gone more than she was there. She would brag about the parties she went to and the guys and girls she hooked up with. Samantha admitted to being jealous, but she was proud of the fact that she waited to have sex, at least that was what she kept telling herself.
She forced herself out of her bed and walked around her small campus apartment. She opened up her laptop and pulled up the internet, swearing she’d do some homework.
A side advertisement showing a naked woman bound by heavy rope caught her attention. Even though Samantha was still a virgin, she was no stranger to online porn, and her ads and feeds showed that. She bit the inside of her lip and clicked on the ad. It brought her to a website full of movie clips of various couples fucking in different positions. She found a favorite she was familiar with and clicked on it, turning her volume down.
A black man and a white woman talked briefly on a balcony overlooking the ocean before his hands turned her around and lifted her skirt over her ass. He caressed her cheeks and ran his finger down her thong before pulling it to the side and kissing her cheeks.
When he lowered himself to his knees and slid his hands up her legs, she was glued to her screen. He began to lick her pussy, and Samantha’s pain reminded her that it was there. She tried ignoring it as she grazed her cleavage with her fingertips. She pushed her boobs together and flicked her nipples with her thumbs. It sent a shocking sensation through her body and tightened the muscles in her vagina. Her mouth opened as she watched him stand up and slide his black cock between her milky white butt cheeks. The woman panted as he penetrated her. Samantha slid her fingers into her shorts. She moved her fingers around her clit and spread her legs watching the interracial couple fuck on her screen.
“I forgot my notebook,” said Josie as she barged into the room. She stood there, her mouth gaping open as Samantha quickly slammed her laptop closed. “Damn Samantha. I thought you were as pure as the driven snow.”
“Just because I haven’t had sex with someone doesn’t mean I don’t like to….” She felt her face inflame with embarrassment. “Don’t you have a class to go to?”
“Yep. So do you. You’re not in pain. Get dressed. I’ll wait.” She thrust her hip out and cocked her head.
“Fine.” Samantha rolled her eyes and got up from the computer desk. She suppressed the pain down and put her mind someplace else as she threw her hair up into a messy bun and wiped her face with a cleanser pad. Grabbing her cleanest sweatpants and t shirt she was dressed and out the door in ten minutes flat.
“You make me proud to call you my roommate,” said Josie, looking Samantha up and down.
“Do you want me to go to this stupid class with you or not?”
“You know I do.”
“Then quit bitching about the way I look.”
Walking into the large classroom, they opted for a couple of back corner desks to keep in the shadows. The lecture had already begun, and Mr. Bandetto was never keen on students who were late to his class. The girls kept their heads down in hopes he wouldn’t single them out in front of the entire class as he has in the past. He was known for embarrassing his students when they cut into his time.
Samantha and Josie sat down and immediately started paying attention. Mr. Bandetto stared up at the girls as he continued his lecture on the fall of the Roman Empire. Samantha silently pleaded for him to look away but he didn’t. Josie didn’t seem to care, but Samantha felt like the entire class saw what he saw. She glanced around the room, but not one head was turned toward her.
It’s fine, she thought. He’s just pissed that we interrupted his lecture. He’ll look away soon. He’ll redirect his attention to his notes on his podium.
And he did. As soon as she was no longer the pinnacle of his consideration, she looked at him. She looked at him the way she always looked at him — the way his dark brown hair waved across the top of his head and how he kept the sides short and neatly trimmed. He always dressed in blue jeans and a black shirt and the leather jacket hanging on his chair reminded her of the motorcycle he drove to the school on good days. What she wouldn’t do to be on the back of that bike with him.
Her face grew warm and the ache she had seeped down between her legs as she imagined what that cool leather jacket felt like against her naked body. She fixed her eyes on the buttons of his black shirt, wanting to pull at them with her teeth. She’d slide her arms around his waist, imagining how tight his body was. She tucked her hand underneath her desk and leaned forward, rubbing her inner thigh through her sweatpants. She glanced around at the students around her. Josie was engrossed in the lecture as she frivolously wrote in her notebook. Other than her eyes glancing her at any moment, Samantha felt like she was tucked away enough. She bit the side of her lip and slipped her hand into her sweats. Moving her fingers over her panties, she quickly felt the arousal as she watched Mr. Bandetto move around the front of the room.
If she had the guts, she’d crawl under his desk and play with him as he sat there trying to teach the class. He would try to keep it together, but as she pulled his cock out and twirlher tongue around the head, his breath would catch,and he would tell the class to read chapter ten quietly as she tasted him in her mouth. She would make him cum hard,and he would ask her to meet him after class.
“Can you tell me who that was, Samantha Cooper?”
The entire class turned toward her,and she froze. Her fingers were between the folds of her pussy and her face tingled with embarrassment. She pressed her chest into her desk for fear that someone would see the activities going on underneath her desk.
“Um, what was the question?” She slowly pulled her hand out of her pants and pretended to itch her outer thigh.
“Who introduced Christianity to Ireland in the 5th century?”
“I’m not sure, sir.” The sound of that word from her lips stabbed at her, and the ache she tried to suppress spread through her. She clutched her stomach and struggled to get out from behind her desk. Her books dumped onto the floor, causing the remainder of the class to turn and look at her. She silently pleaded with Josie who didn’t look happy with her at all. Leaving her things strewn all over the floor, she ran out of the room and never stopped until she was back in her dorm room.
Chapter 2
Dinner was unusually quiet that night, even with Josie there. She couldn’t shake the idea that Josie made it a point to have dinner with her, but she wasn’t offering anything to stimulate conversation and Samantha needed to ask her. She felt like she was going out of her mind.
“Did anyone see?”
“See what, Samantha?” she asked condescendingly.
“Come on. Are you going to make me say it?”
“Do you mean, did they see you play with yourself under the desk?”
Samantha nodded, turning her head away in embarrassment.
“No. I don’t think so.”
“Just you?”
Josie picked at her food. “I did some researching today, Sam. I think you need to see a doctor about your problem.”
“My problem?” Samantha asked defensively.
“Your aching? What if it’s something serious?”
“Oh. I don’t know. I doubt it is. I’ll be fine.”
“No, you won’t. You miss your classes; you barely go out. Sam, I want a roommate, not a live-in nympho who is still a virgin. You need to see someone, just to figure out what it is. What you’re doing isn’t healthy, and eventually, someone is going to catch you.” She reached into her pocket and slid a business card across the small table. “Here.”
Samantha picked up the card and looked at it.
; “Dr. Christian? What kind of doctor is he?”
“Just call him tomorrow. Just go in for a check-up. He may be able to help you.”
“I doubt it.”
“Please? For me? I’m worried about you.”
Samantha took a big breath in and rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she groaned.
She slid her dinner away and walked away from the table.
The next morning, as promised, and with a little bit of reminder, Josie got Samantha to call and make an appointment. When she mentioned Josie, the receptionist seemed to get her right in.
“We have a cancellation this afternoon at two if you can make it.”
“I have class.”
“You weren’t planning on going to class anyway,” said Josie, raising an eyebrow.
“Fine,” she groaned again. “I’ll be there at two.”
Samantha took a long hot shower and thought about the last doctor she went to. It had been a while, but she remembered the way she felt. The appointment was for a sprained ankle, but she had let her imagination run wild with thoughts of being touched inappropriately and being coaxed by the doctor to have sex with him. She used that fantasy for several months afterward as she masturbated to the idea of taboo sex with an older doctor. That fantasy reformed in her mind and she slid her hand down her soapy stomach to her pussy. Her fingers slid in and out of her folds as her mouth opened slightly. She panted, her fingers circling her clit slowly causing her arousal to surround her and eventually give way to a slight orgasm that left her wanting more. Her ache returned along with the frustration of her insatiable desire.
“Maybe I should just fuck someone, get it over with.”
She turned off the water, toweled off and was ready for her appointment just in time.
“Do you want me to take you and drop you off?”
