The Three Companions part 4

By

Mandil

While Paul described his adventure with his Aunt Paula, the interest in his tale had built up to such a degree that the three of them had neglected their drinks on the table in front of them. As if an invisible signal had been given, they all reached for their respective drink almost simultaneously. Samuel was the first to break the silence that followed.

" I must say that you are lucky to have such an aunt, I bet that you had a great time with her after that first fuck?"

" Yes indeed, but I must now remind you that I have already fulfill my part of the bargain, having describe to you my very first complete sex experience. I don't intend to say anything more about it unless of course Peter here tell his tale and you Samuel finish the rest of your story."

Both Samuel and Paul looked at Peter expectantly, and after a few seconds hesitation, Peter finally said.

" You are right and indeed I will keep my end of the deal. But first both of you must promise me that after I am finished, you will each continue with the rest of your respective story."

They both nodded in agreement and he began with his own tale.

Peter

As you know by now, I was born in Ireland. We lived in a small village along the coast until I was ten, we then moved into Dublin.

During the war that each of you mentioned earlier, I was in my teen. Since Ireland was neutral, although its heart was with the Allies, the war didn't have as great an influence on our daily life as it did in other countries such as France and England.

Being the eldest of four children, and also because of the fact that we were poor, I began to work early in life so as to help my father feed us.

My dad was working as an accountant for a brewery and he taught me everything he knew about the commercial aspect of bookkeeping. At sixteen I began working with him as an assistant accountant for the same brewery.

Until I was nineteen, I had never been out with a girl, and my first date with the opposite sex was with a girl by the name of Mary Baker. I met her one day when I went to one of her father's clothing stores to apply for a job. She was eighteen at the time and she was working as a sale lady in one of her father's stores.

While waiting my turn for an interview, we talked for an hour or so, then after the interview was over I invited her to a movie. Three days later I got a letter from her father telling me that I had the job. The pay was much better than what I was earning at the brewery and also the possibilities of moving ahead were greater.

Her father, Charles Baker had three other stores in Dublin. The administration for all the stores was done from the one on Carter Street and I was going to work there as one of four clerks for the "Baker's Women and Men Clothing Stores".

It was quite evident that Mary had had a lot to do with my getting the job since I knew that there were as least a dozen other applicants for the same job and probably more. Therefore I was grateful for her help. After our first date, we began to go out together about once a week during the first year, then it was two or three times a week when we were going steady.

Mary was rather tall with a splendid figure. At the time I had never seen a naked woman - except on pictures of course - but I could tell that underneath the sweaters she often wore, she had a well developed bosom. She also had a beautiful face with large green eyes and shoulders length auburn hair that she often tied with a ribbon at the back. The color of the ribbon always matched with the color of the sweater she was wearing.

Her father was very wealthy and it was not the lack of suitors that had made her choose me over every one else. We never kiss once during our first year of dating, and when we did kiss for the very first time, I was twenty while she was nineteen. We had been going steady for almost a year then. Six months later we got engaged, and even then we had never gone further than kissing.

I was soon promoted to head accountant assistant, and I began working directly under the order of the head accountant clerk who was Mr. William Kingston.

All of the accounting for the four stores was done from the one store on Carter Street where I was working. It was a two stories building with all of the first floor and part of the second being occupied by the store itself while part of the second floor was divided into six rectangular offices with a hall inbetween. Mr. Kingston's office was larger than the other five, I being his assistant, had a smaller office next to his.

So as to understand the rest of my story it is important that I talk about Mr. Kingston since what I am about to say concerns him to a great extent. He was a man in his mid thirties and extremely good looking, having a moustache that made him look somewhat like Clark Cable who was very popular at the time. He was married and he lived on North Street in a large house - he earned very good wages - but he and his wife had no children yet.

When I first began to work for Mary's father, he used to have a framed picture of his wife on his desk, I could tell that she was extremely attractive and she looked a least ten years younger then he was. But later I noticed that the picture had disappeared from his desk, I thought it was a shame since she was so pretty.

Mr. Kingston was always the last one to leave the building; he never went home before seven in the evening, when all of the day's sales and receipts slips had been registered for all four stores. Mary for her part didn't always work in the same store on Carter Street, she sometimes went working from one store to an other to replace any absent employee. Each day, at about four thirty, she would make the round to each store and return to Carter Street with the cash and sale slips of that day. She would then turn them over to Mr. Kingston and would also help him sorting them out.

It was thus not uncommon to see her in his office even after the store was closed. I wasn't jealous of course. For one thing he was a married man and beside I knew that Mary was not that sort of a girl. After all we were engaged and I had tried on a few occasions to fondle her over her clothes and each and every time, she did let me know very clearly that there was to be none of this before we were married. In the last years and a half, while going out together, I was never allowed to do anything more than to kiss her, and only recently - after my promotion- had she allowed my tongue to slip into her mouth. I wasn't angry with her for her refusal; it only confirmed something that I already knew, which was that Mary was a most decent girl with well established principles.

We had been engaged for over ten months now and I had already reached my twenty-second birthday. Not once had I felt the warmth and softness of a naked woman in my arms yet, but I was looking forward to it. We were planning to get married in another six months.

One late autumn evening, I arrived home - I was still living with my family - to discover that I no longer had on me the keys to the store. As usual I had left at six thirty by the back door, leaving only Mr. Kingston inside in his office. I figured that my keys had most probably remained in the lock of the inner door after I had slid down the outer metal door. At least I hoped that this was where I had left them.

Taking my spare set of keys with me - I needed them to open the metal sliding door - I made the fifteen minutes walk to Carter Street in ten minutes. I was greatly relieved when I unlocked the metal outer door, to find my set of keys still in the lock of the interior door.

Since I was already there I decided to go into my office and get my lunch box that I had left there. I entered the store and locked the door behind me then I climbed the stairs leading to my office. As I walked in the hall I could see light underneath Mr. Kingston's door.

There was nothing unusual about this since he often worked late. But as I passed in front of his door I heard a voice coming from his office, it was a woman voice. I knew that it wasn't Mary since she had left before I had. Could it by that his wife had somehow gotten inside the store before I had gone? Yes, that was probably it I told myself as I entered my office.

My office had a common wall with Mr. Kingston's office and the sound of the voices was now much clearer. My curiosity got the better of me and I placed my ear against the wall. But only the volume of the voices became louder and I couldn't identify the owner of the female voice neither what was being said.

In the wall separating our two offices - just a foot over my desk - was a rectangular opening covered with a sliding wooden panel, it had a small basket underneath on each side and it was used to pass documents and paperwork from one office to the other. I moved the small basket aside and while sitting at my desk, I pushed the wooden panel open just a crack and I peeped inside.

Mr. Kingston was standing in front of Mary, and I could now understand every word they were saying.

" Don't worry, she doesn't suspect a thing, and beside even if she did, it wouldn't matter since it's you that I love."

Had the ceiling fallen on me at that moment, it wouldn't have surprised me more. I couldn't believe my ears, he was actually making a love declaration to my bride to be, and worst still, Mary didn't appear to be shock. Instead she said to him.

" I just hope that Peter doesn't find out too soon, it would make a terrible scandal.

" Let us not worry about him, we have ourselves to think about."

As he said this, he seized Mary's hand and he kissed it. He then took her in his arms, and he gave her a long and passionate kiss while I noticed one of his hand move over her breasts. Mary didn't even try to stop him; instead she just let him have his way as she held him with both arms around his neck.

They kissed for long minutes and as I watched, I noticed that Mary was becoming more aggressive. Her hands began to rub Mr. Kingston's back and she even pressed her body tighter against him.

During all that time they had been standing a few feet in front of his desk, but now I noticed that he was gradually backing toward it. When he felt its edge against the back of his legs, he sat on top of it then he pulled Mary between his parted legs.

I could hardly restrain my anger. I wanted to rush into his office and hit him, but I knew that it would certainly cost me my job not to mention losing Mary also. Instead I watched them, trying at the same time to hold back my anger. She was permitting him to do things to her that I was only dreaming of doing.

The exchanges of kisses became more passionate in this new position, I soon realized that she was allowing his tongue into her mouth, and more important still, she was finding pleasure in this intimate invasion as she sucked his tongue into her own mouth. His hands which until then had been fondling her bosom over her light yellow sweater, slowly descended to each side of her waist until his fingers found the edge of the sweater. They then went underneath to be followed by the entire hand, lifting in the process the stretched garment.

Again, she allowed this. Her lips and mouth were still very busy on his mouth and it seemed as if the rest of her body didn't exist at all. He soon had both hands over her bra; her sweater had been lifted higher by his wrists, thus exposing to my eyes, the bra as well as his exploring hands.

It became almost unbearable for me to watch them. My face was covered with perspiration while my hands were shaking with anger. But still I wanted to watch and see how far she would let him go. Very expertly, like someone who was used to do this, one finger of each hand was inserted underneath each cup of her bra. He let them there motionless for a few seconds. Still Mary didn't protest, and it occured to me that she was used to his exploring hands and this was probably not the first time he was fondling her.

Now he had two fingers of each hand underneath each cup of her bra, while she continued to kiss his mouth. It was as though she wasn't even aware of his fingers now in contact with both breasts.

I couldn't help thinking that he had most probably done this to her many times before, and possibly he had done more than this. With his fingers now inside each cup, he proceeded to lift her bra higher. I could tell that he was going to have some trouble to do this, either her bra was too tight, or her breasts were too big. As he lifted, I saw both breasts being lifted higher instead of the garment slipping over them. But he knew exactly how to solve that problem, he tried again, but this time he pulled and lifted at the same time. First one breast, then the other became exposed.

What a sight. What beauties. It was my first look at real breasts, and compared to those I had seen in pictures, hers were a thousand times prettier.

They were rounder and much bigger than what I had imagined them to be and her pink nipples were quite erected. Her extremely white skin was without blemish, causing much contrast with his darker hands now holding them.

How could she do this to me, I thought. Had I only guess before that her body was half as divine, I would have insisted much more each time that I tried to explore it.

A couple of minutes earlier, I had made up my mind to break up our engagement, but now seeing what I was going to loose I was having second thought about it.

I told myself that at least I should try to enjoy her body a few more times before breaking up with her. At the same time I should try to explore more of her body as Mr. Kingston was doing.

He kept opening and closing his hands on her breasts, then he suddenly seized each nipple between his thumb and fingers and he proceeded to roll and stretch the tender morsels of flesh.

Her reaction was immediate. She pulled her mouth away from his mouth - I actually saw her tongue leaving his mouth - and she placed both of her hands around his neck while at the same time she tilted her head back as she closed her eyes. Soon I could hear her moaning as though she was in pain, but I knew that pleasure and passion were making her act thus.

Yes, I could tell that he was an expert in the art of handling a woman. Being the handsome man he was, I had no doubt whatsoever that he must have had a lot of experiences with many different women. Mary was probably just one more on a list of many women that he must have seduced. Not to mention his wife.

Even with these thoughts in my mind I saw his head getting closer and closer to her right sphere, soon his entire face was in the valley of her breasts. I then watched him rub and press his whole face over one breast, then over the other while Mary encouraged him with her hands at the back of his head.

Her reaction was not without reminding me of the love a mother express as she hold her child to her breast as she feed him, and this is exactly what Mr. Kingston was doing. He had taken possession of one nipple between his lips and he was sucking it into his mouth.

Mary's head bent over him while she held his head cradled in her arms, her mouth was half opened and I heard her say words in his ear, but I couldn't make out what she was saying.

By now something strange and completely unpredictable was happening to me. I was still very mad at them but at the same time I had a huge erection, and before I knew what was happening to me, I began to experience the sweet release of a climax without the aid of my hands.

How could this be happening to me? Another man was taking pleasure with my fiancée, and the sight actually made me come in my pants. I felt disgusted with myself. But still I wanted to watch and see what would happen. Was he going to fuck her?

No, he did not. I must say that he tried though. His hands went on her Bottom - over her skirt - and he even managed to lift her skirt up to her thighs before she finally made him stop. At least this was a small comfort to me since it met that he had probably never fucked her yet. He was an experienced man this Mr. Kingston, I could tell by the way he was manipulating her.

Instead of insisting again and again, he dropped the matter completely and he kept his attention above her waists, his hands never went below her breasts after that.

Yes, I could tell that he knew exactly how to give pleasure to a woman with his hands and mouth on her breasts. I then realised that it must have taken him a long time to reach that far with Mary. One thing I was certain though, he was going to fuck her, and it was only a question of time. How long had it taken him to be permitted such liberties with her? Six months, a year maybe? I couldn't tell, but knowing Mary like I did, it must have taken a lot of patience for him to reach that far.

They went on kissing, and he played with her breasts for another half-hour before she finally left his office. But before she did, I was able to learn when they would meet again. It seemed that on those nights of the week that she and I didn't go out together, she came to see him. Mary was with me on Tuesday and Thursday during the week, which met that on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, they met in his office.

I remained hidden in my office until Mr. Kingston left a few minutes later, then I went home leaving my empty lunch box behind.

Than evening as I laid in bed, I couldn't think of anything else, and in my mind the images of Mary with Mr. Kingston kept coming back to haunt me. I knew that I would have to seek revenge, but how? There was no question of hitting him physically since he was probably in a better physical shape than I was. Of course I could always make a public scandal and tell everything I had seen to anyone that would listen to me, but this would only lead to the break up of our engagement and the lost of my job.

On the other hand, I told myself that if I continued to act as if nothing was going on, there was always the slim chance that I could make progress enough with Mary and maybe fuck her before he did. Once this deed was done I could always fine a way to pay him back for what he was doing to Mary and me.

They went on meeting in his office three times per week, and I was always was in my own office to watch them.

Progress was slow with Mary. In the following three weeks he only succeeded in stroking her bottom under her skirt and over her panties. But a fact that I must mention here is that once he had gain ground with her, he had no trouble whatsoever the next time to reach that spot again. It was as if she was undergoing a battle with him, once the ground was lost it belonged to the victor who could claim it as his own afterward. But in the case of Mary, victories were only one way since it always ended with Mr. Kingston winning.

It had taken him a whole week before he had been permitted to stroke her thighs. After than, she would expose herself in her panties to his eyes- and mine also of course. Each time they met afterward, she would allow him to reach a little higher with his hands until he was actually stroking and kneading her bottom's cheeks over her panties. The first few times he had exposed her bottom to my eyes, I noticed that her panties were of the ordinary cotton type, but afterward she began to wear the fancy and expensive silk undergarments that came in different pastel colors.

But while watching them learned something about Mary also. She did enjoy to show her nakedness to him even though she did pretend to be a model of virtue. I knew that I had been too soft and gentle with her, had I acted in a more aggressive manner when trying to fondle her, the chances were that I would already have been fucking her by now.

From then on I changed my attitude whenever we when out together, which was mostly in my car. For one thing, our kisses became much more passionate and frequent, and the very next evening that Mr. Kingston had been allowed to feel her bottom, I managed to fondle her breasts over her sweater.

Soon I began to ask myself how much longer was it going to take me before I would be able to reach into her panties. Of course, I couldn't answer that question, but it was now plain to me that I wasn't going to catch up with Mr. Kingston at the rate at which I that was making progress with her.

But the next time they met, Mr. Kingston changed tactic with her. Instead of going on and trying to be admitted inside her panties, which I knew would be the ultimate victory preceding his fucking her. He made her undress completely except for the removal of her fancy silk panties. As she stood there in front of him almost completely naked, he proceeded to kiss her body all over while both of his hands were stroking every part of her already conquered anatomy.

This went on for a week. I even began to hope that perhaps I would be able to catch up with him. When we went out parking now, she was permitting me to massage her breasts with my hand underneath her sweater - but still over her bra. But soon my hopes faded away when I discovered what he had in mind for her.

I got the first hint of his intention when she was standing in panties only before him one day. He made her stand between his legs as he sat on the edge of his desk. I then saw him take one of her hand in his own, he placed it high on his thigh as he forced her hand to remain there for a long time. When they met the next time, he then urged her to touch his cock over his pants. From then on progress was much faster.

In less than two weeks time, she went from fondling him over his pants, to actually putting the tip of his cock into her mouth. For my part, I tried to accelerate things with her, but all I managed to gain was to be allowed to touch and kiss her beautiful breasts.

While observing them, I could tell that she was acquiring a taste for his cock. She was now reaching for it without his even asking her to do so. The minute she was undress - except for her panties - she would reach to the front of his pants and with her face all red with emotions I would see her trembling hands seaking his hardness within his pants. Once his cock was out, it usually immediately disappeared into her hungry mouth.

During those weeks that she squeezed and licked his cock, he had not once discharged his load of spunk in her presence and I was beginning to have doubts about his capacity to do so. After all, I knew that he didn't have any children yet with his wife, I began to hope once more that perhaps it would be impossible for him to do so. It was certainly not my case, with the help of my hand I would reach an orgasm two or three times every session that I watched them.

Just as I could see a ray of hope, he proved me wrong again. As usual I was carefully watching Mary on her knees in front of him one day as she sucked on his cock. All of a sudden he started shoving his prick in and out of her mouth while his hands held her head in place. Without any further indication of what was going to happen, he began to grunt and move faster.

Yes, I could tell that he was getting ready to inundate her mouth. Mary must have realized also that he was on the verge of his climax and she tried to pull her mouth away. But he would have none of that as both of his hands forced her mouth back over his cock.

Less than a dozen strokes later I heard Mary gag and I could tell that she was swallowing his cum. As if to confirm what I already knew, thick white globs of cum began to drib at the sides of her mouth. Only when his climax was completely over did he release her head. When she pulled away from him she seemed out of breath and completely surprise by what had happen.

Her lips and chin were coated with his spunk and on her cheek just below her right eye a thick blob of cum was slowly dripping down toward her mouth, having probably jetted out of his cock when he released her head as she pulled away from his still erupting prick.

For a few seconds, as Mary sat on her heels with his cock still in her hands, she seemed stunned, to me it appeared that the shock of the sudden jetting of his semen into her mouth and throat had had a paralyzing effect on her.

Then I noticed Mr. Kingston's right hand again at the back of her head trying to pull her coated mouth back toward his dripping cock. It was all that it took to win her back into tasting his discharge. His juice coated member slowly disappearing once again into her now eager mouth and I could tell by the movement of her cheeks that she was licking and swallowing every drop of his juice.

From that day on, it became an established rule. Each of their clandestine meeting ended with the eruption of his cock into her mouth. I knew then that he was very close to fucking her.

Much to my surprise, I found myself looking forward to watch them, and when they couldn't meet for one reason or another, I was greatly disappointed. At the time it was impossible for me to explain why I felt so eager to spy on them. All that I knew was that it did give me a strange erotic pleasure to watch them and the sight of their illicite love-making was exiting me more and more as time went on.

Ever since Mary had begun sucking on Mr. Kingston's cock, it became much more difficult for me to make further gains in the battle of the exploration of her body. I was still at the point where she would let me fondle her marvelous breasts as much as I like, but each time I would try to place my hand on her thighs, she would insist that I stop, telling me to wait until we were married.

She still believed that I intended to marry her, but I had already made up my mind that this would never happen now that Mr. Kingston was allowed to use her body as much as he wanted.

Just to see her reaction, one evening while we were parked in my car, I began talking about fixing a date for our wedding. I proposed that we should get married in early spring, which was in four months time. She became nervous and she told me that it was too early. She insisted that we move in a house of our own instead of moving with her father and mother as had been planed earlier. Therefore we needed to wait so as to save more money to buy a house.

She was the only child of the family and her parents lived in a large house just at the edge of the city limit. It would have been no problem at all for her parents if we were to move in with them since there were many spare rooms. Beside they were expecting us to live with them.

I didn't insist when Mary proposed that we buy a house of our own, but I knew that she was just looking for an excuse to delay our marriage. A marriage that I had no intention of going through with anyway.

She certainly didn't know it but it was a relief to me since it was giving me more time to enjoy her body before the break up. This decision of hers to postpone the wedding, rekindled in me a still stronger urge to enjoy her lips and teats as much as I could. Mary had superb teats, and I fondled her mostly in the back of my car and sometimes in her home when we were alone in the house.

I could tell that she found pleasure in exposing herself to my eyes and the stroking and kissing of her breasts always kindled a fire in her. Once, while I was sucking on her nipples, she placed her hand high on one of my thighs. In all evidences I could tell that she was tempted to move it still higher and even reach for my cock. But she didn't and I acted as if I hadn't noticed her suddent urge.

One late afternoon in early winter, Mary told me that she wouldn't be able to come to the movies with me that evening since she had to accompany her friend Lucy to a rehearsal ceremony for her marriage. I didn't mind of course since Mary was to be Lucy's maid of honor at the wedding so it was a very valid reason. But later, when I got home, something in the back of my mind told me that she had another reason for not going out with me that evening. .

It was about seven, and I phone at Mr. Kingston's house, when his wife answered, I asked to speak to her husband. She told me that he had some paper works to finish at the office, and he was not expected back until nine at the earliest. Now I knew that Mary had lied to me. Wishing to reach the office in a hurry, I therefore used my car and parked it on a side street so that it wouldn't be noticed. Once I was in the narrow hall in front of my office I heard Mary's voice coming from Mr. Kingston's office. In no time I was in my own office and looking through the crack as I slid the wooden panel aside.

Mary had just arrived a few minutes earlier and she was still kissing him while she still had her coat still on

" I am so glad that you could come dear. All day long I thought of nothing else but you. When I asked you to meet me this evening I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to come."

" You know William I would do anything for you."

" Do you really mean it Mary, you said anything?"

" Yes my love anything, you should know that by now. I even had to cancel my date with Peter and lie to him so that I could by with you this evening. I told him that I had to go with Lucy to make preparations for her wedding. He agreed immediately, poor Peter he would never even begin to think that I could be here with you instead."

" Well he serve our purpose well, without him your father would question the fact that you aren't going steady and why you aren't interested in other men instead of working here and going late very often."

" Yes I know. Beside I rather like Peter."

" You still insist that he only kisses you when you go out with him. He never even tried to fondle you or make you touch his cock?'

" It's the truth, we kiss and there is nothing else, believe me my darling."

Mary was lying to him. She was cheating on me but she was lying to him and this made me happy. I now had the impression that she was the one cheating on Mr. Kingston, after all Mary belonged to him much more than she did to me now.

After a while they stop talking and he help her get undress. Next he proceeded to remove his pants and underwear.

His member was all swollen and ready for action. Mary look at him for a few seconds, then her hands reached for his manhood. Without a word being exchanged between them, he sat on the edge of his desk while she knelt in front of him on the carpet and she took his cock into her mouth. Bending over he reached for her voluminous breasts, taking one in each hand and while he squeezed them, she eagerly sucked his cock. After a few minutes of this, he made her stand up and taking her by the hand he guided her a few feet in front of his desk. There, he sat on the carpet and he pulled on her hand and he asked her to sit next to him. She did this most willingly.

It was almost funny. She had only her panties on while he had on only his sock and shirt. Once again she lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth, but now he could freely feel her bottom while she was busy with his hard cock. Then, for some reason that I couln't explain exactly, I knew that he was going to fuck her this very evening. When he slipped his hand underneath the elastic band at the waist of her panties, it confirmed my fear.

Mary didn't protest this new invasion, on the contrary she lifted her bottom and got closer to him , soon his hand was moving all over the flesh of her round bottom cheeks. After a while I could tell that he was doing something with his fingers, but I could only guess, his wrist began to move rhythmically between her legs. After a few seconds of this, I saw Mary wriggle her bum in synchronization with the motion of his hand and I knew that he was rubbing her cunt.

This went on for long minutes and Mary became very exited as she shoved and moved her bottom erratically over his hand. He next took his hand out of her panties and with her help he pulled them down and removed the under garment completely. Not once, did she try to stop him, and all the time she continued sucking his cock.

From where I was, I could see the exposed soft white skin of her bottom with the deep crack between her twin cheeks. A shudder of envy shook me and I said to myself. Why had she not let me touch her before, after all it was plain enought to see that she loved to feel herself being admired and fondled. I was now dying with eagerness to see her cunt and her patch of pubic hair. But seated as she was with half of her body lying on Mr. Kingston's legs, I could see none of these.

Mr. Kingston's fingers and hand went between the crack of her bottom and it disappeared between her round thighs that she had opened for him. It was evident to me that he was feeling her cunt and he also probably had his fingers halfway inside her passage by now. A few minutes of this and he seized her by the shoulders and he made her turn on her back. Just for a few seconds I was able to have my first look at my fiancée's cunt.

Heavenly, was the only word that came into my mind the instant my eyes rested on her pleasure giving cunt's lips. She was extremely wet, judging from the glistering between her half open lips. The hair covering her cunt was just a shade of darker auburn than that of her head and most of it was mattered with her wetness.

She yielded to him as he guided her until she was on her back. As soon as he was between her legs, she parted them farther apart and she remained very still waiting for him to have his way with her.

I felt very strange, but worse of all I once again had that feeling of having been cheated. Here, right before my eyes, my fiancée was going to give her virginity to a married man. Worst still he was touching her in ways that I had only dreamed off. For a second or two I came close to rushing into his office and stopping him, but how futile, what was it going to accomplish. It would be the end of the relationship between Mary and me and even then, it would only delay the inevitable, he was going to fuck her. If not now it would be later. So I resigned myself to watching them and thus keeping my chances of being able to fuck her one of these days.

I saw him take his rigid cock in his right hand and he aimed it between her legs. Then very slowly he lowered himself on her. They both remained motionless a long time while they kissed. I knew the reason why, he probably had the head of his cock at the entrance of her vagina and he was letting her get use to the stretching.

Then I watched him shove his bottom two or three times as Mary opened her legs still wider. All of a sudden he gave a great shove that cause Mary to moan in pain and I knew that he had just taken her maidenhead. What should have been mine to take, he had just taken. Again I experience another surge of anger. Even if I had been prepared for this, seeing with my own eyes the deed being done was quite painful.

He remained very still for a while, then slowly at first he began to pump his erection in and out or her virgin passage. Gradually I could see the change in her reaction. At first she just remained very still then she began to meet his shoves, all of a sudden she threw her arms around his neck and at the same time she locked her feet behind his back. I knew that he had now awakened this dormant passion within her, barely a minute later she was making a tremendous amount on noises with her fast breathing and moaning.

He came inside her soon afterward, - his grunting and fast shoving testify to that - again they went on fucking with only a slight pause from his part and after ten minutes of continuous fucking he shot another load within her eager cunt. He next collapsed on top of her and they both rested in each other's arms for a long time.

They fucked again and again afterward, and before they left, two hours after she had arrived, he had fucked her half a dozen time in a couple of different positions.

When she got up later, her inner thighs were glistering with his cum. She was too shaken with emotions and passions to even think about wiping herself or to say anything; she just slipped on her panties over her dripping grotto and she finished getting dress without saying a word.

Just before she was done, I got out of the building and went into my car. From where I was I could see the front door of the store and I watched her as she came out and walked to her mother's car. She didn't start the motor immediately; instead she just sat still in the car probably trying to recover from the new passions she had just experienced. I was spying on her a couple hundred yards away, - it was completely dark now and there was no chance that she could see me -again I felt sorry for myself. She had given to another man something that was met for her future husband only. Another man had had the privilege of getting the first fuck from her.

At last she drove away. She went slowly along Carter Street then she turned left, this was the street that led to my house. When she passed in front of where I lived, she slowed down and she looked into the driveway, probably to see if my car was there. After that she drove home. The instant she got out of her car, I pulled mine behind hers and I walked to her as she was getting out.

" I hope you don't mind dear, I had nothing better to do so I drove around for a while and when I saw you driving by, I followed you home."

" Of course I don't mind, I am glad that you are here Peter."

" How did it go with the rehearsal?"

" Oh, everything went find, Lucy is all ready for her wedding."

" Do you feel like going with me for a drive?"

Probably the prospect of facing her mother and answering many questions concerning the wedding rehearsal helped her make up her mind and she got into my car.

We went out of town as we often did, and while driving, I kept thinking that she was still full of Mr. Kingston's spunk and that fact didn't seemed to bother her at all.

I then asked myself, would she let me play with her breasts so soon after having fuck another man? The idea exited me; therefore I drove toward Sunny Lane's road where we usually went parking.

Mary certainly knew what was in my mind, but she didn't say a word about my driving there. It was very dark outside and once we were on Sunny Lane road, I had a little difficulty finding the small driveway that led to the abandoned field. It was our favorite spot since there were small trees of both sides, and more important still, the main road was far enough from where we were so that it was impossible to see us from there. With Mary's help we finally saw the round stone that was near the entrance and soon we were in our usual spot.

For a few minutes we talked about this and that while I held her hand, at first it surprised me to see how calm she was after the surge of passions she had just went through. But soon I could tell that her apparent calmness was only a facade, she was still shaken from the recent lost of her virginity. She didn't talked much and what little she said was not always coherent. I told myself that this might be the chance I was hoping for since state of mind was fairly mixed up.

At last our lips met while and at the same time my hand reached for her breasts. Her kisses gradually became extremely passionate as we took turn exploring each other's mouth with our respective tongue. Soon she was all fired up and she even assisted me in lifting her bra. I had never seen her act like that before. The timing thus seemed right for me to try to gain more ground in the exploration of her body.

I let my hand descend to her thighs over her skirt then I pressed and rubbed the immediate area with no apparent reaction from her part. Encouraged by this, I lowered my hand further until I felt the hem of her skirt. I let ny hand rest there a few seconds so as to give her a chance to protest, but she didn't. Slowly, my hand made its way higher underneath her skirt until I felt the softness and warmth of her round thighs that I had often seen but never had the chance to touch. By now my mouth had moved on her exposed breasts, and since her skirt had been lifted above her knees by my hand, my nose was soon assailed by a strong smell of sex coming from the junction of her legs.

Until then I had totally forgotten that she had just finished fucking a little earlier, and the strong odor reminded me of what she had just done. At that instant I came close to pulling my hand away from her thighs. But at the same time I told myself that I couldn't pass out such an opportunity since she was so passionate. She was still under the influence of the emotions of her bout of fucking with Mr. Kingston and what better occasion would I ever have to score a victory in the quest of the exploration of her body.

Although still a little reluctant to do so, I forced myself to slip my hand even higher until it was just over her cunt. I could fell that her silk panties were extremely soaked on the crotch of her panties and so was the inside of her thighs. I let my hand rest there for a moment or two all the time thinking about the wickedness of my situation. Then gradually, the revulsion that I had felt earlier was quickly disappearing to be replaced by pure lust. I could now tell that Mary wanted me to go on, she had parted her thighs wide to make way for my hand.

Then lust gained over revulsion and I pushed my fingers over her panties at the junction of her legs. It felt extremely slippery, and I could trace the contour of her cunt's lips underneath. By now, my cock was so hard in my pants that it was hurting me. A strange, lewd and voluptuous sensation took possession of me as my hand pressed and rubbed over her cunt. Soon Mary began to moan and I lusted for her even more. I next pushed my entire hand under the elastic band at the waist, the next instant my hand was over her bare and fuming cunt.

Her hair and lips were so wet and sticky that it felt as though she had pee. When I moved my fingers at the entrance of her vagina. I could distinctly hear a squashing noise as her juice made room for my roaming fingers. All of a sudden I felt both of her hands around my head as she pressed my face firmly against her bosom and during that time my fingers were rubbing on her prominent clitoris which caused her to make noises that I had often heard her emit while she was with Mr. Kingston.

Her panties were now in the way, they were restraining my progress to shove my fingers deeper within her juicy passage. Wanting to see if she was going to let me remove them completely, I began to pull gently on them with both hands. To my surprise she lifted her bottom from the seat of the car and with one hand she actually help me pull them down around her ankles.

I thus resumed exploring her cunt with my fingers while I still kept sucking on her breasts. By now her lower body was continuously moving around my hand and at the same time I could feel her body reclining more and more on the seat.

An irresistible desire to kiss her belly and thighs seized me, the fact that she had just recently fuck no longer mattered to me. Mary must have guessed my intention and she lifted her skirt around her waists to accommodate me while at the same time she reclined completely on her back.

I must mention here that during all those weeks that I had watched her and Mr. Kingston, I never saw him once coming close to kissing her cunt. Of course he hadn't been playing with that part of her anatomy for a long time yet.

Later in life I discovered that some men, if given a choice, would prefer to kiss a woman's cunt rather than fucking her. Why hadn't he kiss her cunt lips before fucking her?

She certainly wouldn't have object since she was letting him fuck her, he was probably in too much of a hurry to fuck her I told myself. It was my belief and still is, that if a woman let a man applied his mouth to her cunt, he will most probably be allowed to fuck her afterward.

Therefore I told myself that if I were to kiss her cunt now, I would be a step ahead of Mr. Kingston, at least in the matter of kissing that part of her body. But would she let me? She certainly knew by now that this was my intention as I proceeded to kiss her belly lower and lower. Now was the time to find out just how far she was willing to let me go.

My mouth was barely an inch above her patch of auburn hair and with my lips sucking everywhere they made contact, I descended my mouth toward her inner thighs. As I moved my lips over her thighs I could distinctly taste the sticky juice that had dripped earlier from her cunt and I dared not think more about it's origin.

She almost stop breathing when my lips roamed over her thighs and I could tell that she was expectantly waiting for me to make up my mind as she gently press both hands on the back of my head, pushing me slightly toward her dripping cunt.

Then it was done and I felt my lips and cheeks being sucked into the slippery warm flesh of her inner thighs. It felt sticky and hot with a strong bawdy aroma, and yes it was far from unpleasant.

After that, my lips as if having a mind of their own, found their way to the entrance of her pleasure- giving cavern. Her cunt lips were soon stretched on each side of my month while my tongue began its journey into the depth of her sex.

By now I was on my knees in front of her while both of her feet rested on the dashboard, the instant she felt my mouth on her cunt's lips, she closed her thighs around my head thus shutting all sounds from my ears.

In and out went my tongue while back and forth she moved her lower body over my face.

Again and again my mouth was flooded by the juice reserve already in her cunt and also by the release of her multiple orgasms she was experiencing. I did not dared to think about what she had been doing less than an hour before , it no longer matter to me at that moment.

I told myself that if the juice was coming out of her cunt, then it was more precious than the most rare of wines. I didn't even try to fuck her that evening, the abundant juice that she was feeding into my eager mouth was more that enough for me.

When we left, well over an hour later, we were both very tired but at the same time we were happy and contented. This episode in my car with Mary didn't prevent her from meeting Mr. Kingston again though.

The following evening -Friday- she went again to his office, as expected they fucked the whole time she was there. I was hoping that because of our hot session in my car the previous evening, that she would put a restrain on their relationship or at least stop fucking with him. But she was a passionate woman, and now that she had tasted the forbidden fruit of fucking, it seemed that there was no way to stop her.

One thing was bothering me though. It was the fact that Mr. Kingston was not taking any precautions to prevent her from getting pregnant. I could always understand his imprudence on their first intercourse since it is possible that he was unprepared for what happened.

But now that the novelty of it was gone and since he knew exactly that she was going to let him make love to her, he had no reason whatsoever not to prepare himself. He could either pull out before ejaculation or use a condom.

But he did neither as I watched him ejaculate time after time deep within her hungry vagina. Again I felt mad at him and tried to think of a way to punish him for what he was doing to her.

It hit me then that he had probably ruined more than one girl that way, and who could tell how many times he was a father by now. Like most men of his kind, it probably trilled him much more to win the heart and body of a girl than it did to reciprocate the love that was given to him. I told myself that he probably thought that getting a girl pregnant was a neat way for him to terminate an affair with someone he no longer cared for. All he had to do was to get the girl with a child. I had no doubt in my mind that he always broke the relationship once this would happen.

Yes, I knew that he was that kind of man, and this was probably why his wife was childless. In his eyes, a woman in this condition was not worthy of his attention.

They went on having intercourse three times a week while I continued to watch them. When Mary and I went out together, I also continued to lick and suck her cunt. I gave up trying to fuck her since I didn't want to be blame for fathering the child that she was bound to have with Mr. Kingston. Beside, having my mouth on her quim was to me as great a thrill as I could hope for.

One month went by, then two. It was now early spring, and what I had feared most, happened, she became pregnant.

She told Mr. Kingston that she had missed her monthly bleeding and that she feared the worst. He didn't seem too much concerned by that news, he simply told her that she was not to worry since it sometimes happened with some women to miss a month or two. The following week, the doctor confirmed her pregnancy.

Mary had probably been under the impression that he was going to leave his wife to be with her, and this is probably the reason that she had allowed him to have sex with her without taking any precaution.

But on that day that she confirmed her pregnancy, he told her that he had no intention of leaving his wife, and furthers more he said that she should try and find a way to solve her problem. Mary felt in his arms in tears, but she still let him fuck her that evening.

A couple of evening later, I heard him give her an advice that chilled the blood in my veins. She was seated on his laps naked, while he sat in his upholstered chair with his erection well inside her cunt.

" Why don't you and Peter get married? It would solve your problem and we could continue to meet once in a while."

" How can you say this? I thought that you love me. "

" I do. I do. But there is no other way darling. "

Once again Mary went into a fit of crying, I had seen her cry almost every time he was with her in the last two weeks and I began to suspect that it pleased him to see her in tears. When she calmed down a little, she said.

" I always thought that you would leave your wife, had I known that things would be this way I would never have let you make love to me. During all those months I was under the impression that we would stay together, beside it's your child that I am now carrying."

" Think about the scandal, I am Catholic and so is my wife, therefore we can't divorce. Beside, your father wouldn't approve of this, and worst still; my wife could make a lot of trouble for us. No, I think that the best solution is for you to marry Peter. "

I began to suspect that he was somehow afraid of his wife. How could she make trouble for him? I made a mental note to contact his wife in the near future and have a talk with her.

" Peter will never want me now. Do you realize that I am almost two months pregnant? '

" It is all the more urgent that you let him have sex with you. At least let him have you once, then you can blame your present condition on him. Even if the baby is born a couple of months early, it does happen that babies are born prematurely. "

This was the last straw. How low can you get, to propose such a thing. Of course Mary and I didn't go out together that evening since it hadn't been planned. Later, while I was home, I thought about my relationship with Mary.

She was going to try and make me fuck her and this would be very soon. What was I to do? If I did fuck her, I was going to be blamed for her pregnancy. On the other hand, if I didn't fuck her, what would be the outcome of all this?

Knowing Mr. Kingston like I did now, it was more than probable that he was going to find someone else to fuck her so as to blame her present condition on someone else. I didn't want that.

Of course there was always the option for her to find a doctor that would abort her, but in those days abortions were illegal and finding such a doctor was almost impossible, not to mention how dangerous and very expensive it was. Any doctor that was caught performing such an operation was certain to lose his license to practice medicine.

Of course abortions were sometimes performed illegally by women who pretended to know what they were doing, but the rate of death of their patients was very high.

No, I didn't want her to get an abortion on those conditions. I liked her a lot, even after all that she had done to me. For long hours, I debated in my mind the pro and con of marrying her, at last I came to the conclusion that it was my best course of action as well as hers. Her father was rich and my job depended on my marrying her. Beside, even though I hadn't admit it before, I was in love with her.

The fact that she was having an affair with another man, no longered matter much to me, even her being pregnant left me quite neutral.

Yes, I was going to marry her and I was going to fuck her soon as well, but not too soon since I wanted her to suffer a little more. After all those numerous evenings of watching her as she gave herself to another man while I lusted for her body, made me realized that she certainly didn't love me like she said. She only partly gave herself to me, and worst still, I was simply a facade for her affair with Mr. Kingston and she totally belonged to him. But I made my mind to win her back from him and also to avenge myself for what he did to her and me.
He had seduced her and she was now like a puppet in his experienced hands.

The following evening, Mary and I went parking to our usual place. Mary was eager and willing, but I didn't fuck her. My hands and mouth went everywhere over her body, she even got completely naked in the car, but my hard cock remained in my pants most of the time. It did at least for the first part of the evening.

When she realized that I wasn't going to have intercourse with her, she became bolder still and she actually reached for my erection.

It was a new and exiting pleasure for me, so I let her play with my manhood for a while. Then before I knew what was happening, I felt her lips around my cock. Less than two minutes later, I was emptying my load into her willing and experience mouth. That was as far as we went that evening.

The next day I left my office early. At five thirty I was in front of Mr. Kingston's house. It was the largest and probably the most expensive house on the street, it was difficult for me to understand how they could afford such a house with the salary that Mr. Kingston made. Even if he was earning very good wages, it was still not enough to own such a house.

I rang once and his wife opened the door. She was even prettier than what I remembered from the picture on her husband desk. She had light brown hair rolled in a bun and tied at the back of her head. She was tall for a woman and her beautiful hazel eyes matched the light brown color of her hair.

Her name was Kathleen; I had learned this only recently. Her husband, while he was with Mary once, he called her by her first name. She looked at me for a few seconds, suddenly she recognized me, having seen me a couple of times at the store without my being aware of it.

" Oh, you are Peter, I wasn't quite certain if it was you at first, we have never met but I have seen you once or twice at the store. "

" Yes, I work with your husband. I also know you from the picture that used to be on his desk. I am sorry to bother you but I feel that there is an important matter that we must disgust. "

She looked at me a little surprise, then she asked me in. As we both sat in the living room, I told her everything about her husband and Mary. Before I was finish she had tears in her eyes, but she urged me to go on.

" You see Mrs. Kingston, I feel that it is not the first time that this happen to your husband, there must be other women that he has ruined. He must be stopped before he destroy more girls' reputation or breaks more marriages. "

" I was almost certain that he was cheating on me but I didn't want to admit it. I am so ashamed for what he did to you. "

She then went into a fit of crying and I really felt bad for her. After all she was not responsible for what her husband was doing and yet I could see that she was partly blaming herself for his actions. I felt terrible seeing her in such a state so I went to sit next to her on the couch and I took her hand in mine in as attempt to comfort her.

" It's not your fault. Please don't cry, tears will only ruins your beautiful face. "

My words seemed to have on her the opposite effect than I intended. Her sobbing and tears were continuous now. I felt sorry for her, and quite innocently I placed my arm around her shoulders. She reacted by turning her head toward me and hiding her tears covered face against my chest. A slight fragrance of roses reached my nose.

When I next lowered my eyes to talk to her, I saw well inside the opening of her white blouse. Half of her breasts were visible and as she went on sobbing and jerking her shoulders, I was mesmerize by her bouncing teats in the tightness of her bra. Her bosom seemed definitely larger than Mary's and whereas Mary's breasts complexion was very pale, her skin complexion was light brown.

Without even realizing it, I lowered my chin on the top of her head while I still held her in my arms.

How long did we remained lock in each other's arms, I couldn't tell, but I certainly had no intention of breaking the magic of the moment. She had one hand on my chest while her other hand was in between both of our bodies. When she stop sobbing I began to tell her of my impression that her husband seemed to fear her.

" You are right, William knows that he has everything to loose by his action. I own everything that we have, it was given to me by my father, and my father would ruined him if he knew about this. It is not the first time that someone comes to see me and tell me that my husband is cheating. After the last time he promised to me that it would never happen again, I see that he has lie to me. "

Again there was more crying and I kissed the side of her head without thinking. She didn't seem to be aware of what I was doing so intense was her crying.

" You have nothing to fear from me Mrs. Kingston, I will get married to my fiancée and there will be no scandal. "

" I am truly sorry Mr. Lockwell, I only wish that I could change things, I even wish that I could change the pregnancy from your wife to me. Ever since we were married, William has always been categorical about my having a child, he definitely refuse to have baby with me. I have been a fool to listen to him all those years. "

By now, my lips were frequently in contact with her forehead and even her cheeks; she sometimes would even turn her head slightly to allow me to kiss her lower on the cheeks.

" Maybe I should tell you that as we are speaking now, they are together in his office, I also fear that even after Mary and I are married, he will continued to see her. The only way to make them end their relationship would be for me to let Mary know that I am aware of their affair. But I definitely don't want to do this since it would mean admitting to her that I know about her baby not being mine. "

Mrs. Kingston looked at me with her lips just a few inches from mine. I found her beautiful indeed, with an oval face and high cheekbones, but I was mostly attracted to her sensual thick lips, which I suddenly found myself kissing.

At first she was probably surprised by my boldness and for a while she tried to push herself away from me. But my stronger physical strength and her depressed condition of mind, finally tipped the scale in my favor and I gradually felt her resistance melting like snow in the hot sun. When I removed my lips from her mouth, she remained very still in my arms. I could tell that she was still debating in her mind as to what to do next.

I didn't give her time to think, instead I pressed my mouth once again on her slightly trembling lips. Gradually I began to feel that she was giving back a slight pressure against my mouth, when I parted my lips she even let me slip my tongue into her mouth.

We kissed again and again and she became very eager in her reciprocation. Soon I felt bolder because of her eagerness, I then moved one of my hand over her breasts. She didn't protest in the least and soon I was kneading and mauling her bosom over her white blouse. When I proceeded to slip my hand into her bra she even assisted me by undoing the first two buttons of her blouse.

In no time at all we were both half lying on the couch in each others arms with our mouth glued together. For a change, I felt bold and certain of myself, probably due to her willingness in answering my kisses and her permissiveness in letting be play with her soft bosom.

Her breasts were both, firm and resilient and although they were bigger than those of Mary, they did looked much the same when they were exposed. I closed and opened my hand on each of her mount of flesh while her own two hands were stroking my back as I lay half on the couch and half on top of her.

I was taken by a strong urge to kiss her dark nipples that were extremely hard against the palm of my hand, so I moved my head purposely very slowly - so as to give her time enough to stop me if she so desired - toward her left breast. I seize her nipple between my teeth and soon my whole mouth was opened wide on her delicious hemisphere of flesh.

While sucking on her left breast I proceeded to remove the rest of her blouse as well as her bra and during all that time she kept breathing faster and faster as she pressed my head harder against her breast that was half inside my wide open mouth.

When she allowed me to lift my mouth after long minutes of sucking and chewing I managed to examine her expose bosom more carefully.

My eyes went once more to her dark brown nipples situated in the center of each circular areola. Both nipples were standing out like small penis, they seemed to be staring arrogantly at me. The darker areola surrounding each nipple had a conical form starting at the base of each nipple and ending at the circumference of the breast itself reminding me of the cone of a volcano. Where the crater should have been at the apex, her nipple sat boldly. Each, indecently and deliciously pointing in my direction.

This was only my second pairs of breasts that I was seeing, the difference, greatly exited me. I held one in each hand and with my thumb and fingers I pulled lightly on each nipple. She reacted by shoving her bosom forward while at the same time a sigh of approval escape her mouth.

For long minutes I squeezed and weight one breast then the other, finally finding enough courage, I applied my mouth to her right breast while my right hand went under her skirt.

But by that time Mrs. Kingston was all passion, either she was too far-gone to be aware of my hand or she did welcomed it. Either way it didn't matter since my fingers, as though having a mind of their own had slipped under the elastic band of her panties and were feeling the furnace that was the core of her passion. She was wet in the extreme and with her own hands she began removing her panties as she lifted her bottom from the couch.

I might have been without much experience but I certainly knew an invitation when I had one. Was she doing this out of passion or just to seek revenge for what her husband had done?

I couldn't care less, all that I knew is that I was willing to fuck her and she was more than willing to let me do it.

As we looked into each other eyes, I stood above her while she was stretched on her back. I reached to the front of my pants and opened my fly. In one swift motion, I took my rock hard cock out. She was already ready with one of her legs resting on the back of the couch and the other opened wide with her foot resting on the floor.

Before I pushed my virgin cock within her expecting grotto, I said to myself. Peter old boy, at last you are going to have your first fuck and at the same time this will be a first payment to Mr. Kingston.

With those thoughts in mind, I plunged forward and I buried my erection all the way into her passage. What heavenly pleasure. It seemed that there were a hundred tiny fingers squeezing me and I hadn't even begun to move yet.

Her eyes were closed while her lips were half opened; she was waiting for me to begin what was irreversible. The sight of her pretty face and beautiful body all exposed to my eyes, made her seemed vulnerable as well as extremely desirable.

Slowly and with determination, I lowered myself until our bodies touched at as many places as possible. Still I didn't move. Instead I wanted to enjoy as long as possible the rapture of being well lodged inside a pulsating cunt of someone else wife. Therefore so as to stretch that moment for as long as possible, I thrusted my tongue into the depth of her mouth while working it in and out until she finally sucked it into her own mouth.

Her breathing came in short gusts, her belly heaved thus squeezing my rod inside her. With her wriggling and shoving I could tell that she was begging me to go on and to fuck her. And so I did.

After the first few strokes I knew that it would now be impossible for me to stop. I could feel the pressure building within me while the delicious new pleasure forced me to move faster and faster. She gasped and shuddered and when her blissful joys prevaded for half a minute she began to cry and moan. Then she uttered agonizingly;

" Oh please, don't take it out, come inside me. "

Her clinging arms and legs trembled with amorous, lustful deliberation, and she held me down to short deep digs in her passionate grotto. Then panting and heaving as her arms were holding me to her with crushing force, her strong orgasm came.

Her cunt contracted in spasms of blissful pleasure and she sucked my invading shaft in her throbbing depth as I exploded. I felt a thrill go straight through me to my rampant penis while my tool continued to glide in and out until I was bewildered with ecstatic pleasures.

( end of part 4 )