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right mind could agreed to such a foul arrangement. To sacrifice her own son to the evil vice of depraved men! It was unthinkable. But were most selfish women turn out to have a soft-centre of some kind, some weakness for a pet dog or a budgerigar, she had none. Within seconds Old Man Avarice climbed back into the driving seat and her selfishness once more came to the fore. The stakes were too high to throw down a straight refusal. She glanced at Freddie standing self-consciously between them, then grabbed him by the upper arms and leaned down to stare him in the face. "These two gentlemen are going to give mummy the chance of a star part in a new show, darling, so I want you to be nice to them. You don't mind doing that, do you?" The boys mouth twisted. "I - I think that would be okay. If that's what you want." She squeezed his arms and confidently turned him towards Jimmy. "He won't be a problem. He'll do whatever you want." Freddie felt the man's hand on his shoulder. "You're beautiful." He didn't reply, but he felt his nipples tighten and stand up sharp. The man wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer. "The sweet thing is getting cold. He needs a little exercise to warm him up," Jimmy insisted, allowing his hand to slide down Freddie's back. The boy caught his breath as fingers strayed shamelessly, absorbing the soft shape of his torso and the narrowness of his hips before straying onto the shallow curves of his bottom. "He looks exceedingly beautiful in drag I have to admit," Bertie mused, turning Freddie by pushing a hip. "It's a beauty that should be shared. Look here." He pinched the nearest nipple between his thumb and forefinger and shook it slightly. "And here." He pushed his hand between Freddie's legs and cupped his testicles. "We'll work something out," promised Jimmy, taking off his jacket and throwing it on a chair, "I reckon this little honeybee won't mind being swapped between hives tonight." Jimmy's hand slid right up the boys body and rested on his left breasts, making the nipple stick up much more than the other one. He began rubbing in circles, like he was cleaning a window, and Freddie began making funny noises, little gasps and wheezes. "You like that, huh?" Freddie's tummy churned. "Yes, I do." Jimmy was using both hands and Freddie was arching his back and pushing up his chest to make it easier for him. His cheeks became pinker and he felt slightly ashamed, but at the same time wonderfully excited. Jimmy grinned as he put an arm around him and engulfed him with aftershave that was recognisant of a testosterone fuelled dog. "What an angel," he said, gazing into his pretty face as he ushered him towards the bed. "You'd put an extra inch on the length of any man's cock, but tonight you're my very own sweet little fucker. My property. I'm going to fuck you so well you'll want to give yourself like a girl." Freddie knelt on the mattress and tucking his knees beneath him he dipped his head and lifted his bottom, making it available to whatever his mothers man friend had in mind. Of course he knew what he had in mind and he waited in breathless anticipation. His legs moved restlessly, pressing together then stiffening while his bottom was thrust up in irresistible invitation. "Slowly, I think," Jimmy said, "Some comfort for my girly and more pleasure for me." Freddie's buttocks were soft and pliable and his breath quickened as Jimmy parted the sexy mounds to view the tiny eye of his desire set amid a rosy pucker. Jimmy smacked his lips, hands braced on his hips to hold him still. "Oh you little devil, you've been hiding your light under a bushel. What a girl! Good enough to stop traffic. Such class!" With his buttocks spread wide Freddie's anus formed a delicate, pouting roundel and Jimmy drizzled oil onto it, making sure with his fingers that plenty pooled on the tight looking buttonhole, then having dowsed his own rod he placed the bulbous tip against the bulls eye - the sweet girly-boy anal ring - and pushed, screwing slightly to make the tense entrance open up and expand. Little by little the fat, slick thing wormed forward and Freddie let out a soft "Oooohhh!" has he felt the head penetrate the clenched muscle. "Mister, I ... Ooooh!" He bit his lower lip and his eyebrows creased as the manmeat continued to burrow in. Unremittingly the broad head of his pole prodded, pushed and pressed into the tight whorl of his anus and slowly pushed beyond the tense barrier of his sphincter. Freddie's feeble caution degenerated into a helpless whimper as the sturdy length expanded its route, but unbelievably his anal muscles clamped around it and he pushed back in reflex. Jimmy paused to appreciate the constriction and heat that enveloped his entire solid, thick meat, then began fucking. Out, then back in again. Sliding joyously around in that tunnel of pleasure that felt so tight. A passion swept through him as he thrust harder and faster until he felt the youthsome body tightening around him. Going deeper he made took full possession of him and set a rhythm he could follow. Freddie stopped thinking and began reacting, rocking back and squawking softly as his anxious boy-pussy surrendered to that naughty prod of hot, stiff flesh that was using him so passionately. Just a few feet away Bertie removed his trousers, buttons almost being ripped from their moorings, stripping off his pants at the same time. "Will I do?" he gushed at the lady in the room. Annalisa gazed at his flexing cock then flopped on her back across the bed. Naked apart from her red silk mules and her nylons she lay across the rumples covers of the four-poster, her breasts swinging heavily from side to side as she twisted about in eager anticipation. She gave Bertie a sleepy smile as he came towards her with an erection that was massive and as slippery as a fish. It was even bigger than the thing Jimmy Hampton carried between his legs, but she was confident she could manage it. Of course she was aware of her son being sodomised beside her, but she was enwrapped in selfish preoccupation and was ignoring his involvement completely. The white flesh of her breasts spilled over her hands as she gripped them and rhythmically pushed them up and down. Then she spread her legs to welcome Bertie, opening herself wide so that he could see how wet and ready she was. Her knees were up and her legs were spread wide as if she were about to give birth, wanting Bertie to have a good look at what she was offering and leaving nothing to the imagination, encouraging him to peep right up to her tonsils. "Come and get it, big boy. I'm ready for you," she urged him heatedly, moaning softly and gyrating her pelvis with impatience has he ran the tip of his erection over her waiting labia. . "Oh yeah. Slide down on this, you tramp," Bertie whispered as he suddenly filled her eager hole. Annalisa squealed with joy and wrapped her legs round his back as the man powered in with his cock, going mercilessly in and out, swerving left and right to vary the angle and depth of each thrust. The following few moments became a conglomeration of unrelenting lust, kissing, sucking tongues, Bertie humping back and forth with great vigour whilst cupping the woman's bottom with both hands. Next to them, stretched out across the bed Jimmy was doing exactly the same things with Freddie. Their movements were practically identical and almost syncopated - eyelids closing, buttocks and hips grinding, rocking together, cock thrusting in and out. Annalisa was detached from everything around her at that moment. She was moaning but wasn't objecting as Bertie Bestable used her pussy deep and hard. It was the first time in months that a real cock of decent dimensions had paid her any attention, and Bertie was being quite dynamic in the way he served her with it. "Do it slower." she squealed, alternately moaning and clenching her teeth in tempo with the vigorous in-and-out push and pull. Bertie didn't seem to hear, and she could only manage simple sounds as the man rammed faster and faster and more forcefully, tireless, incessant, his balls smacking against her on the in stroke, while his cock made a wet sort of squelching noise with each movement. Occasionally, more by accident than design, her vision fell upon Freddie laying beside her, panting softly and clutching at the bedcovers as he felt Jimmy's harpoon of flesh flexing in his backside. It was a shocking experience to watch him being fucked by a man, to see Jimmy Hampton working his considerable assets in and out of Freddie's unresisting backside, roundly porking him in fine style with a penis that was greasy and wet with sweated effort. It was illegal and immoral, but she didn't care. Freddie's moans and groans only served to spur her on to greater debauchery herself. Just knowing he was being so soundly done beside herself made her shake with a strange kind of excitement. Jimmy was sweating as he pulled back. "Say Bertie old chum, do you want to try this tasty bit of joyboy?" "Bertie hasn't finished with me yet," protested Annalisa. The main man of the evening gave her a slightly pained look. "Aw, come on, luvvie. Don't be a misery. You're going to be the star of my new production, and pretty soon guys'll be queuing up to dick your pussy. Let's live a little tonight. Come over here and lets make up a foursome." Bertie disengaged and moved sideways while Annalisa shifted her body, rolled onto her front and slithered across the bed until she was able to join with everyone else. It was a completely new experience. Jimmy was laying on his back between herself and Freddie with his penis standing aggressively proud. Briskly he told them to follow his instructions. He told mother and son to lick his penis in unison, from the hairy, broad base at his stomach, all the way up to the column to the glistening round tip, and he placed a hand on each of their heads to guide their movements and synchronise their timing When he felt it happening Jimmy gazed along the length of his torso in wonder. Mother and son, tongues touching on occasions, were both working on his rampant appendage, each taking turns to take the engorged head in their mouths and suck gently, alternately stroking the flat of their tongues over the curves of the moist, plum-shaped knob and then darting the wet wriggling tips under the swollen tip. Freddie reared up for a moment as he felt Bertie Bestable shoving stiff meat into his backside, but it was only a short break and almost at once he went back to work. Presently, when Annalisa sensed Jimmy's excitement was nearing its peak she stuffed the fat tip into Freddie's mouth and concentrated on working the shaft with the full grip of her hand. Somehow she knew the debauched impresario wanted to ejaculate into her son's mouth, and it was invigorating to see Freddie suck cock while Bertie was remorselessly stuffing his sweet little arse from behind at the same time, although she couldn't repress a certain feeling of envy as Bertie spooned him with gymnastic heaves of his hips and thighs. Jimmy's cock tightened as he was about to cum, and she increased the movements of her hand at the same time pressing on the back of Freddie's head to stop him pulling away. Within seconds the man started to gyrate and jerk his pelvis, groaning helplessly as he lost control. Then Freddie gave out a small muffled "oomph!" which told her the man was jacking out the bounty of his manliness, but even though she knew his mouth was glutted with semen she held her sissy son in place and her hand still continued to wank the cock. "Swallow," she told Freddie, "Swallow it all down for the nice gentleman." Jimmy Hampton's depravity apparently had no bounds. As soon has he'd recovered from his juicing he blithely turned his head. "Your turn now, Annalisa. Let's see you do it with the little beauty." She was aghast. "What! Me suck Freddie?" "C'mon, don't be a killjoy. The kid'll go along with it. He's as horny as hell." Annalisa gazed down at Freddie's cock. She didn't make a habit of staring at her son's penis, not when it was erect anyway. But now she studied it, admiring its shape and the tension in its length and the admirable helmet-like contours of its tip. He was growing up, it looked quite like a man's appendage. "Get closer." Jimmy suggested. And so she rested her cheek on Freddie's thigh, feeling its heat and stroking it with a hand. Her eyes were just inches away from where Bertie Bestable's cock had taken possession and she could see his thick prong sliding in and out and she could hear Freddie moan each time it rammed him. Any trace of scruples she may have hung onto in the beginning finally dissolved. She hesitated for a moment, but then a little thrill of apprehension mixed with anticipation ran through her and she pressed herself forward and opened her mouth, gently swallowing his scrotum, one half at a time, sucking his balls and running her unseen tongue around the delicacy of his sack. All the time she was aware of Bertie's cock using Freddie's anus, the thick shaft disappearing into the hole and making the outer rim curve inward, before dragging back to re-emerge muscular and glistening. She moistened the penis in front of her with her tongue, licking around the head and then up and down the shaft. When she considered it slick enough she put her mouth over the tip and moved her lips down its length, licking and sucking simultaneously, slowly at first and then quickening the pace. She wondered how long it would take. With increasing speed she moved her lips tightly up and down the youthful quivering organ, with one hand she was cuddling Freddie's balls while with the other she was stroking a line from his anus to his scrotum. Freddie tensed, then he gave out a strangled groan as he ejaculated. Annalisa felt the warm teenage boy-juice spurting into her mouth, and she hung on to receive it all and taste its tangy flavour before she gulped. Easing back, she continued to lick the swollen head until it shrank back into its foreskin. Mouth closed, judging things, savouring them, she smiled up at her potential benefactor. "Oh, Jimmy," she said softly, "that was..." She searched for some words. "It was okay, huh?" Jimmy said, smiling back. *** The room downstairs had become akin to a mythical scene of Bacchanalian abandonment. There were several middle-aged men sitting in different parts of the room amid a miasma of heavy breathing. Each was in a different stage of undress, some had their trouser fly undone, some were dipping inside, some had no trousers, while all the time the girly-things were squealing in surprise and delight as firm hands grabbed hold of them. They'd done this sort of thing before and were beyond clumsy fumbling with boys their own age Now a number of men had a sissy on their lap, and resplendent in make-up and some lingerie the youthful lovelies were seated on their hairy thighs and kissing them, tongues entwined while the gentlemen hand-jobbed their stiff, juvenile stalks. Amber and Trixie had been thrust side by side across a table and were both being screwed into fits of effeminate ecstasy by a pair of handsomely endowed gentleman admirers. A few feet away from them Prudence was gasping and groaning and jerking about as a businessman from Nigeria, who had recently found a cosy home for his pet Black Mamba, did a veritable cum-storm in his anus. On a couch by the French doors Mr Frascatti, the Italian politician, was getting in the mood with Candy. From the moment they had felt free to move in on the girly-things Mr Frascatti and Marmeluke Dobbs had clashed over their attraction to him, and when the cute she-boy rested a head on his chest and started to play with his zip the Italian believed he had triumphed in the contest. Undaunted, Marmeluke Dobbs joined them, and now there were three of them, two men and a delectable sissy sitting together on the couch. Hands began touching and groping the she-boy all over, and after a few minutes it was difficult for Candy to know who was who... where did one person ended and another began. Mr Frascatti soon had his zip undone without any help and Candy gasped as he saw the big manly thing he was liberating from the front of his trousers. A bar of rigid flesh already erect, standing out from a bush of pale pubic hair and angled slightly off-centre, big, very big. Electricity sizzled between them. The man had circumflex eyebrows over a chopped angular face, and his greying hair was reflected in the firm arrow of a goatee. Normally his appearance assisted in his dignity as a diplomat, but at that moment he wasn't paying any attention to dignity. He was concentrating on placing Candy's hand where he wanted it, moving up and down his shaft and stroking his it fully. Candy paid full attention to the man's erection, admiring it's size and solidness and watching in fascination as the foreskin wrinkled down to reveal the smooth bulbous head. Not to be outdone Marmeluke quickly levered out his own not inconsiderable offering. Unable to successfully discourage each other Marmeluke and the Italian eventually settled on an amiable arrangement of collaboration. They sat on the same couch either side of Candy, their hands alternating between his breasts and his genitals, while Candy himself pumped a penis with each hand. He was in awe. He was sandwiched between two mighty rammers, a helpless sissy utterly at the mercy of two manly-men. "Easy. Let'sa try something else," the Italian smiled. "Gedda up here, my priddy one. Turn around an'a giff me your ass." Hot with desire himself Candy rose up and straggled the man's lap and was soon embraced by two loving arms, while Marmeluke Dobbs was moving his hand up and down the Italian's shaft and pointing the unseeing eye on its bulbous tip directly at the puckered whorl of Candy's anus. The professor had conceded to second place but was pacified and assured to think that when his own turn came the way would be smoother and somewhat slicker. The pantywaist felt the penis, felt it pressing, Dr Dobb's fingers guiding it, sliding it, working it into the slick tight passage between his buttocks. He began tidal breathing, mouth slightly open, taking in just a little air with each inhale. He spread his legs wider as it opened him up, and as he turned his head the other man's lips were pressing against his own soft mouth. After a while the two men swapped places, the men moving quickly, grabbing Candy before he could wander away. Consumed with groans of gross lust they took turns fucking him. They stretched him horribly, but he was helpless and girlish and powerless to stop them. "Isn't he wonderful?" Marmeluke gasped as he pumped energetically. "There comes a time in everyone's life when they begin to understand the value of sweetness. What a doll! What a fuck toy." Sharing was a thing Mrs Van Damme frequently did with her companion, Clementine. She was not greedy even when it came to sharing lovely things like Marianne, in fact she rather enjoyed the involvement of a third party. She was however aware of the luscious pantywaist being a honey-pot around which all the gentlemen in the house liked to buzz, and wary of others joining in uninvited she abandoned her previous determination to remain in the same room as everyone else. Quietly she led the way to a small salon where the three of them could enjoy a little privacy. Marianne was wearing a garter belt and high-heeled stiletto shoes, and felt rather pleased when Mrs Van Damme had showed an interest. He didn't even mind when the woman made a close inspection of him. Brusquely she spun him round, her eyes travelling down his slender arms to his smooth back, its muscles and the spine indented to a waist so narrow she was sure a man could span it with two hands. His waist flared out into a bottom as smooth as a peach. The woman drew him down beside her and Marianne squeaked with rapture when her tongue made circles around his nipples, and he moaned when it moved down onto his belly. Hands went between his legs as Clementine began playing with the dangle of his scrotum while Mrs Van Damme rolled the skin on the fat tube of his penis back and forth until the plump bell-end became wet with sticky juice. Clementine and the woman were not related - that was just a story that had been put around - but they certainly made a good mother-and-daughter act, helping each other to enjoy what was on offer and not getting in each others way, although Clementine always deferred to Mrs Van Damme when she made a move for the choicest bits. Fascinated by the palyderm dimensions of the she-boy cock Mrs Van Damme bent forward towards his groin and lightly kissed its length, licking a little here and a little there, a small opaque slaver painting her lips as she brushed them across its nozzle. Marianne arched his neck in a delirium and gasped, and the sound emboldened her to take the drivelling tip into her mouth and suck on it until a very large and excited prick started oozing translucent pre-cum from its tip. Lordy! Marianne thought. Mrs Van Damme was a woman, but she wasn't a bit like horrible Mrs Gitty who sat on him with her big lardy bum. This woman really knew how to pleasure a princess. The volume of Buck's Fizz she'd consumed earlier obliged Mrs Van Damme to vacate the room for a while, and she returned to find Clementine had arranged a surprise. She swung through the door to see the young transvestite standing in a corner, feet pressed together, knees pressed together, hands clasped in front of him, head dipped and gazing at the floor. For all intents he was the image of a sorrowful little schoolgirl who'd recently been reprimanded by the headmistress. When he felt her eyes observing him the drippy effeminate peeped up to offer a timid smile. "I didn't want him marching around too briskly until I've shown you something." Clementine interceded. Seating herself in a armchair she beckoned to the girlish young teeny. "Come here, buttercup." Marianne hobbled across the room, taking small tenuous steps in his high heels and hugging his thighs together. Eventually he stood before Clementine's chair, displaying the sulkiest, poutiest little mouth a boy who wore skirts ever put on. Without undue preamble Mrs Van Damme's companion knocked his hands away to reveal white bikini pants with a delicate scallop trim. "You see, not even a noticeable bulge at the front." Mrs Van Damme tutted. "You've tucked everything between his legs." "Well yes, but I've done more than that. His prodder remains rather flexible even when aroused, and since it as such a good length I've managed to squeeze a few inches into his bottom." Mrs Van Damme stared incredulously. "Into his bottom! You've stuffed his cock into his own bum?" "Yes. It took a little bit of experimenting, but he can manage it." the niece-companion replied whimsically. She tipped her head to one side and smiled up at the sissy's contorting face. "You don't mind, do you? You can manage it fine, can't you Marianne?" The sheboys lips were slightly parted, his breath a little ragged and he looked too confused to speak. One of her hands went up behind Marianne and while she spoke she stroked his bottom, her fingers moving along the shape of the underslung penis in the girl-things panties, lavishing caresses on the shaft that had penetrated the clenching muscles of his oiled fundament, and occasionally squeezing his buttocks together where the tip had been inserted. Marianne remained silent and tried to keep still, although he was glowing with an odd kind of excitement and he couldn't prevent himself moving with the intimate touching, sometimes going with it and sometimes against it. He had no idea what Clementine wished him to do so his fine slim hands remained at his sides, careless of modesty. The continuous caressing caused him to twitch and stir and the result could have been foreseen. Within moments his chin went down, teeth biting his lower lip, and his breathing became strained as his muscles tensed. A subdued, anguished gasp escaped him as inner juices surged and rapture rose to a glorious peak. Abruptly his eyes opened as wide as saucers and his sissy hips gyrated. Head twisting from side to side he broke away from Clementine to clutch desperately at buttocks that couldn't be restrained from performing the saucy oscillations of a rumba. "Aah, eek, uunhhh" oooh - ooooh, ooh, ooh!" When his exclamations subsided into shudders and hushed quivering moans Clementine gazed at him to express amusement rather than sympathy. "Oh, I say! That must be the weirdest sensation. I mean cumming in your own bottom like that. And you always shoot such a garage-load of stuff." "Marianne, you're an immoral floozy," Mrs Van Damme scolded as his movements subsided, "but I suppose that's why everyone loves you." In a small enclave of the main room Bambi was feeling fraught. He'd been attending to the aged Earl of Dewy for ages without any sign of a result, and the nurse who was overseeing what he was doing wouldn't even allow him to take a break. It was hopeless. The man's body was a crumbly dried out old stick, but there was no stick at all about his cock. Whatever he did it remained a slack, flabby knoblet of raddled grey meat. Wearily he changed hands for the sixtieth - no, it must have been the seventieth time, and joggled up and down while the man just lay back with his eyes closed and with his fingers in his young attendants hair. This could go on forever, he thought. The Earl lay still, drawing shallow breaths between thin purple coloured lips, but saying nothing as he observed the machinations of the naked little charmer from beneath half-closed, hooded eyes. Then all of a sudden the gentleman's breathing became faster and Bambi began to feel life in the lump of flesh in his hand. Just when he'd given all he thought he could give, the echoes of long-lost ardour had come back to the man, his cock-flesh seemed to double in size in an instant. It was actually stiffening, extending and rising up. Bambi was dumbstruck. The Earl began to pant and groan, his watery eyes, closed to mere slits, flashed as he shook his head, and the slack skin under his chin tracked the movement. Stiff flesh reared up vertically like a pale monolith between his scrawny thighs, at last allowing Bambi to work the foreskin up and down properly. Acting instinctively the girly increased his efforts, while behind him, the nurse who was his mentor, gaped. "Gosh, sweetheart. You're a wonder. That's the best stand I've ever known his lordship to manage." Hugh, Earl of Dewy was amazed himself. He opened his mouth and stared in disbelief, stomach heaving with exertion, teeth biting into his lower lip. His breathing became strained and a potential cry died as instead he gave forth a wondrous moan. "Faster! Do it faster. Pummel that meat for him, my little cherub," the nurse urged Bambi. Everywhere men were rolling young testicles in their hands and middle- aged bodies were jerking, muscles aching. Rampant pricks strained as they thrust into soft, amenable little backsides, tensing and then relaxing as they released the liquid association of pent-up energy. Men groaned and sissies squealed as semen throbbed up and spewed from twitching members. As a mere hired hand Toby Parkin shouldn't have been in the same room as the others, but he considered a belated attendance to be a perk of the job he'd been coerced in to doing that night. Having spent most of the evening sympathising with Horace Pratt's bloody nose he had finally got away, and now stood secluded in a dark corner to survey what else was happening. All the guests he could see were men, the ladies had been few and now had gone elsewhere. He gazed with dismay at the partners of the half-cut crowd that now littered the room. Pretty boys - young and androgynous - skimpily clad, with cudgels rising up from their thighs. Boys with soft mouths and sweeping long lashes - hungry for kisses and cock - advertising their tight little boy-girl attributes - making men hard, making them reject civilisation and draw on primeval instincts. He felt a surge of lust himself, his penis engorged and for a moment he could hardly breathe. Better than sitting in front of the telly at home, he thought. For a while he just watched the depraved goings on while trying to remain obscure, but when he observed everyone else was preoccupied and blind to him being there he became bolder. Like a priest maddened by the proximity of a tormenting goddess he extracted the aching prick from his bulging slacks and stroked it, running a finger up and down the underside. It was as wide and as in impressive as anything he'd known before, and as rigid as a plank. Joyfully he played with himself as he watched Dolly and Bertie's elderly valet Hawksworth on the couch nearby. It appeared he himself was not the only hired hand who sought to draw a perk from the heady events around him, because the old retainer had drawn the naked pantywaist backwards against his knees then skilfully lifted him up to straggle his lap, a process that involved spiking the lads effeminate bottom on the vertical penis sticking virulently up from the front of his pinstriped trousers. Dolly looked flushed and rather dazed. His buttocks tensed and he squeezed over the lustful tip as he impaled himself like an apple on a stick, his resultant high-pitched squeal quivering like a fiddle-string. Still not entirely recovered yet from being thoroughly rogered by a gentleman he'd only known by the wide dimensions of his cock and the vigour with which he'd employed it, he know wiggling his thighs in order to slide down onto the phallus of tense sinew and muscle that the old manservant now presented. The penis became firmly implanted in his bum- hole, and after first stirring the angels testicle bag and jiggling his saucy stiff treasure with his hand Hawksworth pulled on his hips and began to bounce Dolly up and down on his cock. At the moment another man joined the scene, a going-on-elderly gent wearing a shirt and tie, but no trousers. Toby and the newcomer stood watching the ongoing randy antics between Hawksworth and young Dolly with equal delight, while giving their own cocks a Sunday treat. Dolly moved. He lifted until the tip of the penis was just contained by his sphincter, then gradually pressed down. Holding his place he slowly began to work his bum up and down from top to bottom, then back again, raising and lowering himself with mounting rhythm and occasionally writhing his hips. With his straggled legs pumping, his hands went behind and he began breathing in rapid gasps as he took everything the manservant had to offer. Soon Hawkworth's heavy breathing became a moan, a sound of joy rather than horror. "Yes," he cried as the length of proud manhood twitched fiercely inside the small contracting rectum. "Oh yes - yesss!" His cock was in flood. A pulse of liquid heat surged through his loins and a dam seemed to burst as Dolly's buttocks clenched and unclenched around the thick prong that speared between them.. The sissy boy threw back his head, gasping as a throb of ejaculate hosed into him and having no idea of the people watching nearby. At that moment Toby and the other man appeared to reach the pinnacle of pleasure at the same moment. The character without trousers stepped forward and closed in on the scene of action, moving right up and aiming his penis at Dolly's face. He performed a brief, furious massage with his fingers, then with a heave of his thighs a spout of semen shot through the air in a low flying arc. "Hhh - eeeech!" Dolly made a chokey sound has he received a mouthful he'd not been expecting.. That did it for Toby. He raced forward, the contents of his own balls bubbled and then boiled over and he gave out a strangled cry as he too delivered a hefty gobbit of accumulated secretion. The stranger and himself then joyously finished tossing off together into the already churning pink-rimmed cauldron of Dolly's upturned, gasping mouth. Having had a chance to shower in a luxurious bathroom and change into clean clothes Jennifer Hancock felt refreshed and ready for adventure with Tracy and Sharon, the two game-for-anything Essex girls she'd encountered earlier. She found them cleaning up the drinks area and tidying things away. "Finished for the night, girls?" Tracy was engaged in stacking bottles into a box but Sharon took a moment to answer. "Yes, they won't want anything else from us now." She looked up. "You're wearing a different blouse..." Her eyes dropped to the obscene tenting in the front of Jennifer's skirt, "You look altogether different." "Is there somewhere where we can go?" Sharon panted slightly and pointed to a door. "Through there. In the store." She led the way into a small dark place that was little more than a large cupboard. It was stacked around the walls with boxes and crates full of bottles and there was no place to lay down or even sit. No one mentioned the lack of space to be a problem. Sharon backed up into a small niche just inside the door. "Keep an eye open for us, Tracy," she murmured to her friend. Sharon reached down and stroked the curious shape tenting-up the front of Jennifer's skirt. "Feeling horny, are you?" "Yes. My cock's rock hard." Jennifer replied brazenly fishing around to haul her attachment into view. The cock that protruded from her loins wasn't real, but when she wrapped her hand around it the flaring tip looked businesslike enough. "Yeah, very hard. Just how I like it," Sharon purred. A look of delight became etched on her face as Jennifer's fat cock sprang into full view. Her eyes fixed on the jutting contraption. A monstrous thick latex rubber cock straining up from massive balls. "What do you think this is for?" Jennifer asked. Sharon grinned. "Dunno, you'd better show me." Utterly prepared to be ravished she took hold of the mighty length and guided its tip between her legs. Jennifer gave an upward heave with her pelvis that made Sharon squeal with amazement. Aggressively squashing her against a wall and without preamble, no talk, no fooling about, Jennifer stuffed her cock straight up between her legs. Sharon could feel her heart tripping away madly somewhere in her throat and she could feel her legs quaking under the strain. At once she was literally impaled on the huge thing and panting deliriously, and Jennifer was soon giving her a stand-up, back-alley knee-trembler. Slowly she began to ease up and down, then with a steady rolling motion she gradually increased the tempo of her movements, pushing and burrowing, jigging and pumping. Sharon became oblivious to everything else, her eyes closed and her mouth yawned as the muscles of her neck stretched. "Ugh, ugh, ugh! Oh, Jennifer darling. That cunt-hungry cock is, is... Oh Jen..." They heaved and rocked together. Jennifer pulled down on the girl's hips as her appliance humped in and out, almost withdrawing before driving back into the wet, sucking tunnel. Sharon rode the prong inside her without any decorum, massaging her own breasts when she could and when Jennifer wasn't pulling them about, grimacing with pleasure as she relished the sturdy length moving inside. She wanted that stalk to thrash up and down in there forever so she used her well developed vaginal muscles to clamp around it. The girl's friend, Tracy, watched. Standing with the two lovers and hearing the slick, squelching movements of latex moving up and down in a oozing pussy accompanied by salvo's of throaty moans came to feel jealous, but without a shred of modesty she colluded with them both, stroking each of them solicitously whilst noisily urging Jennifer to go deeper and harder and give her friend a good solid rodding. Unable to stop herself, she reached beneath her skirt to touch her fingers on the gusset of her pants, pressing the heel of her hand on her pubis while urgently frigging the gap between her legs. "Hurry up an' finish, Sharon. I want some too." she chaffed impatiently. Entrapped in the throes of ecstasy Sharon rolled her head against the wall. "Fuck off, Tracy. Wait your turn." A pair of French doors leading onto a terrace had been opened to allow a cool breeze to enter, and for those that did not wish to participate to exit. Madame sat outside with Milly, Lady Dewy who had been kind, and who having once been a hoofer on the stage herself could share her appreciation of the theatre. The terrace was adorned with a scatter of white furniture and several Versailles tubs full of verbena which were partially concealed by the shadow of the house itself. "It's disgraceful!" Milly said, casting a condemning look towards the French doors. Since arriving that evening the earl's busty wife had kept out of the way and taken no part in the proceedings. She lived in high style but knew she was only a fancy lapdog her ageing husband liked to parade at social engagements. She accompanied him on such outings as a purely connubial decoration and as a sop to his inflated ego, but she had no enthusiasm for the things that whetted the earl's depraved appetite. Significantly, while she imbibed in bedroom liaisons with other men from time to time she tended to regard those romps too with cynicism. "Sex, especially with the wrong person is seriously overrated." she was saying, "Most men promise a girl the moon, but end up just giving her stretch marks and a gin habit. Ages and ages of fumbling and pressing, groping and writhing; and all the time a woman as to look so bloody graceful, when a cup of tea and a decent book would be far more enjoyable." She gave a long-suffering sigh. "I've tried getting rid of the earl several times, but I've not succeeded yet. Last week I personally polished the top of the stairs to the smoothness of a skating rink. He slipped and tumbled the whole way down, but blow me, he only broke a leg. The bloody old goat's got a charmed life." Madame Dupont smiled, not taking her seriously at all. She delicately sipped a dry sherry that puckered her mouth and pleasantly warmed her cockles while she lounged back to enjoy the tranquil out-of-doors. Having recently suspended her integrity and sold her soul to the devil for an earthly reward she tried not to think too much about what was happening. However disagreeable the deed was done, and her pride had been mollified by a rather good supper in a small room at the back and a fat cheque in her handbag. On the terrace there was the peace that for her was the perfect antidote to the more hectic part of the day. It was a sultry summer evening, with the sky marbled lilac and pink and gold. Overhead a flock of starlings darted by seeking a place to roost. It was all so lazy and serene. Milly glanced sideways as Bertie Bestable's man, Hawksworth, materialised through the French doors. "Yes, Hawksworth. What is it?" The valet's face seemed drawn and he spoke gravely. "Excuse my interruption, your Ladyship, I - uh - I regret to inform you that the Earl suffered a seizure when he ejaculated a short while ago. He's been taken into the green lounge and a ambulance as been called." Not a muscle on Milly's face moved for several seconds, and when the man's words finally pierced her consciousness and they did move they created an expression that was severe. "He jacked-off? That's the first time he's done that since I've known him. Hang on - did you say he's dead? He's actually dead?" "Er, no ma'am, his lordship is frightfully ill and causing concern, but he's still with us at the moment." Milly rallied some solemnity and nodded. "Thank you for bringing me the sad news, Hawksworth, and if you have to return with further details later, please remember to fasten your trouser fly." When he'd gone Milly didn't bother trying to seem mournful or dignified. She was too busy beaming all over her face. "Things are looking up. I may be able to chase husband number five sooner than expected." "Sometimes I worry about you," replied Madame. "I really do." But underneath her dour expression she too was feeling a little bit silly, as if she'd just encountered a whiff of laughing gas. "You're very wealthy already. You don't need another rich husband." Milly at last settled for a smile of studied blandness. "Yes I do. It's like a fox-hunt. The chase is enthralling and the game gives me a thrill." "It's just a game you enjoy playing?" "More than playing. I delight in being the winner. I relish being the survivor." She tutted softly and stood up. "Dammit! If he's had a heart- attack I suppose I'd better go and stand by his side like a dutiful wife. After all, I do get to inherit all his lovely loot when he finally flips his mortal coil." "I'm sure you'll get your own way whatever you do," Madame Dupont said, regarding her with a fascinated eye. Milly gave a delighted gurgle of laughter. "True, I usually do. In fact most women get their own way in the long run, as I'm sure you will." Within the house sissies continued to squeal and men continued to groan, oblivious of the event just reported, but as the news of the earl's illness filtered among them it quickly drew a curtain on the evening. The prospect of blaring sirens and of uniformed medics dashing about with oxygen-cylinders and stretchers-on-wheels proved to be quite off-putting and much too reminiscent of a police raid for some people - and it encouraged all to make a quick finish. It was just as well. Each pert sissy bottom had by then played host to several different big cums, and despite the application of copious amounts of lubrication were becoming quite sore. The group from Nob Street arrived home in the middle of the night, straggling up the steps and in through the door wearily, exhausted by the lateness of the hour and the additional exertions they'd performed. Whilst still on the pavement outside Jennifer fished an envelope from her pocket that had been handed to her on their departure. It was addressed to Madame Dupont, so she handed it over. Madame perched a small pair of spectacles on her nose, opened the envelope and studied the note it contained. Once having read it she brought Marianne to a halt on the steps as he was about to enter the house and called him over. The slender sheboy turned and peered at her coquettishly, eyelashes fluttering, budding breasts pressing out the fabric of his dress. Then he came over and stood formally, hanging his head like a miscreant hauled up in front of an headmistress, his cheeks tinged with a slight flush of guilt. Madame found herself looking at an exquisite necklace of silver and amethyst draped around his neck. "Did Mrs Van Damme give you that?" "Yes, Madame." She held the note aloft. "The lady seems smitten. She informs me she wishes to wed you, Marianne. Do you want to marry her?" He wobbled his shoulders apprehensively. "Um, yes please, Madame. If I'm allowed." "We'll decide about things in the morning when I've had a discussion with the lady concerned. You'd better hurry off now and get your beauty sleep." When he'd gone Jennifer gazed at the note she'd been carrying with an expression of consternation. "A marriage! Mrs Van Damme wants to marry Marianne?" "It's only right she should ask me. Marianne is underage, still a half- child, a rare flower that can be picked or stamped on, and I'm the nearest thing to a guardian he has." All saw Marianne as beautiful, but for Jennifer he represented a certain kind of perfection. The soft shimmer of his hair, the molten-tar smudges of his eyes and the subtle curve of his mouth projected a purity that discounted the bizarre escapades he often became involved in. He was a transvestite who was quietly sure that nothing he did was ever sinful or wrong and he had the most honest face she had ever seen. "Marry him! she repeated. She made it sound like an oath. She was astonished. "Marry, surely not. It's ridiculous. Marianne could never be a bridegroom." "Of course he won't. He's a full-time girl, so Mrs Van Damme will take him as a wife." Jennifer struggled to grasp the incongruity. A woman as a husband, with a boy as her wife. "Mrs Van Damme is a missis, which means she's probably married already." "Not any more. Not for ages. Her husband was killed in the war." "War! What war?" Madame looked perplexed. "It doesn't matter what war. The man's a goner and that's all that matters."