Dave speeded his rhythm, and Emily looked up at Amy plaintively, she mouthed "Clitoris" to her.
Amy moved round beside Emily, and she pushed Dave's chest up, forcing him away from Emily. Dave arched his back, sitting up almost straight. His face was flushed and beads of sweat began to break out all over his body as he continued like a rabbit on speed.
Amy stroked Emily's breasts with one hand, and her other came down between Emily's legs. She alternated between stroking Emily's clitoris and tickling Dave penis as it rose and fell. Emily moaned and gasped, and she flushed too, but sweat did not appear. Amy, growing bored with Dave's elusive penis, concentrated her attention on Emily's clitoris, and as she had been instructed, she teased and provoked it in equal measure. Emily began moaning loudly now and she tried to sit up far enough to kiss Dave again. With only a small interruption to his rhythm he leant down towards her and their lips met just as Emily erupted in a wild orgasm. She wailed loudly into Dave's mouth as he slid his tongue into hers, and he felt her muscles tighten around his penis. He fell off the edge and lifted his head howling almost like a wolf as he pumped his sperm explosively into the condom.
Amy, knowledgeable enough to know what had happened withdrew her hands, and just stroked the two of them gently on the arms as they recovered. Dave collapsed onto Emily, kissing her adoringly as his senses swam back and forth insensibly, his penis shrivelling rapidly. Emily wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly and she kissed him back. She felt Dave grow flaccid and fall out of her, and she closed her eyes, wondering how long it would be before he was ready again.
CHAPTER SIXTY ONE
Victoria let herself in, dragging Paul by the hand into the hall. She closed the door and dropped the deadlock.
"Back in a second" she said, and darted off into the kitchen. Paul stood nervously in the hall, wondering what on earth Victoria was up to. She didn't give him time to reach a conclusion, darting back out of the kitchen and dragging him upstairs.
She pulled him into her bedroom and kicked her shoes off, before drawing the curtains. Paul stood watching her, a quizzical expression on his face. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Get undressed" she said, starting to pull her top off.
"What? You're kidding. What about your parents?" he asked.
"They're out" she said unclipping her bra.
"Golden rule, Victoria! Never outside the den, they might come back, we might forget, lose track of the time. If we're caught..." he spluttered.
"I haven't gone completely mad" she said "Dad's at a conference, mum's gone with him. They won't be back until tomorrow afternoon."
"They've left you on your own!?" he asked, incredulous.
"Yep" she said keeping her knickers on and sliding into bed.
"But... you're only fourteen, I mean, to leave you on your own..." he said.
"I'm the sensible responsible one remember? The one who can be trusted?" she said "Are you getting undressed or what?"
"What if they come back early? What if they change their minds or there's a problem, what if they come back now?" he asked.
"All taken care of" said Victoria "Now switch out of panic mode, get those clothes off and get into bed with me!"
"Taken care of how?" he asked, still making no move to get undressed.
"The deadlock's on the front door. The back door's locked and I've left the key in it. They can't get in" she said "If they do come back early, which they won't, all they can do is knock on the door and wait for me to answer it, by which time you'll be dressed and away."
Paul stared at her, amazed by her audacity, her ingenuity, her determination.
"Paul, you're not making me feel very much wanted or loved at the moment, you know" she said "I'm offering you my bed. If you don't want it, fine, bugger off!"
"No... I... it's just a surprise, it just so not like you" he said.
"Capricious, like the weather, remember?" she said "Your words, not mine."
"Bloody hell!" he said, starting to get undressed.
Light was still streaming through the curtains as Victoria lifted the duvet exposing her near naked body to Paul. He slid in beside her and she wrapped her arms round him. She slunk down the bed, under the duvet and tickled him. Paul giggled and slid further down the bed himself. In the relative darkness under the duvet they kissed. Paul's hands naturally fell to her breasts and her bottom and he caressed her lovingly. She stroked his shoulder and tummy.
"I'm really sorry we can't make love" she said.
"Me too" he replied.
"Just bad timing" she said.
"Next time" he said.
"What makes you think there's going to be a next time?" she said teasingly, batting his shoulder with a hand playfully.
"This does" said Paul kissing her again. They kissed slowly, almost lazily, and for a long time; caressing each other lovingly.
Victoria could feel Paul's erection against her leg, and she lowered a hand to stroke it tenderly.
"Are you going to tell me then?" she asked.
"Tell you what?" asked Paul.
"You know. What was bothering you." she said.
It felt safe in the dark. He could feel Victoria; her body close to his; her warmth. He could smell the sweet citrusy odour of her soap and shampoo and he inhaled deeply. Nothing seemed so bad anymore, and he could imagine spending the rest of his life right here, with Victoria, in the dark just touching and kissing.
"I'll tell you" he said "If you take your knickers off"
"I can't" said Victoria "I'll leak all over the place."
"You could use a cork" suggested Paul.
"You are such a romantic" she said "No really, it's horrible. It's not like normal blood, it smells."
Paul didn't say anything, he just lay stroking Victoria gently.
"I can give you a blow-job" she said "After you tell me that is."
"You don't have to" he said quietly.
"I know. I want to" she said "I really am sorry we can't make love properly."
"I can't believe this is the place where you sleep" said Paul.
"Of course it is" said Victoria surprised "You know it is."
"No, I mean that I'm here, lying beside you, in your bed where you sleep. This is the place where you have all your dreams, and where you roll gently over in your sleep and your arm flops out of the bed, and it's all warm and cosy" said Paul wistfully "And maybe sometimes you dream about me, and this is a place I've never been before. A private place, a really intimate place, and it's like paradise."
"I can tell you made that up" said Victoria "It doesn't rhyme."
Paul tickled her and she shrieked rolling away from him. He put and arm across her chest, stroked her nipples thoughtfully.
"It happened" he said.
"What did?" she asked gently.
"Mum, and Grace" he said.
"Oh no! Darling!" she kissed him.
"It's okay" he said "It could have been worse."
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to" she said.
"No it's okay" he said "You don't mean that anyway, you'll just tease it out of me somehow."
"True" she said "Probably best to just get it off your chest now."
"I had to lie on my bed, naked, and with everything on display" he said "Grace's plan.... Well she was going to wank me off."
"You have got to be kidding!" she said.
"No, I'm not. She touched me, you know, she made me get hard, and, she made mum touch me as well. Her grand plan was that mum would bath me, every night, and I mean wash me all over like a baby, and then wank me off - to keep me pure. Every night, bathing and wanking at the hands of my own mother" he said.
"Did they..." began Victoria.
"No. I think mum saw sense. I think she kind of knew that this just wasn't right. She threw Grace out, came back and apologised. I have to pretend though, as if she was doing this, so as not to offend Grace, but she's not going to" said Paul.
Victoria stroked Paul affectionately, comfortingly "So it's over then?" she asked.
"For now. But there's always the risk Grace will change mum's mind again" said Paul "I had to promise never to masturbate."
"Good" said Victoria "You're not allowed to masturbate anyway."
"I know, that part was funny. I was almost tempted to tell mum that. And why, but I didn't" said Paul.
"How do you feel about it now?" she asked.
"I don't know. A bit numb I suppose" said Paul "The scary thing is that someone can have that much control over you. Be allowed to make you do things like that."
"It won't be forever" she said.
"Just think though, Giles has to go through that every day. Grace said mum could send me over to her if she was too busy or too squeamish to deal with me herself, she said she does Giles every night in the same way" said Paul "Except that now she's got Helen helping her, and it's Helen who's going to be dealing with him from now on."
"Oh my god!" said Victoria "I almost feel sorry for him."
"Almost" said Paul "But not quite."
"No, the little bastard deserves all he gets" said Victoria.
"I'm alright now" he said.
"You weren't though, before" she said.
"No" said Paul after a pause "But... being here, with you, it seems so distant now, so unimportant."
"You are a charmer, you know just the right things to say to a girl" said Victoria and she kissed him. She began kissing him on the lips and lingered a long time before kissing down his neck, his chest, his tummy, and ending by kissing her way down his erection. She took him in her mouth and rolled her tongue around his glans as she sucked gently. Her hands played around his groin and scrotum teasing him.
Paul lay back and surrendered himself to the bliss Victoria was dispensing.
Alan stood in the hollow holding Wendy, just as he had before. They danced a strange kind of dance as their hands crossed up and down. She tried to stop him pushing her jeans down, holding them defensively; he moved his hands to pull her top and bra up to expose her breasts. She moved her hands to protect her top, and his dropped to push her jeans down.
Wendy's protests were weak; half hearted, and as Alan slowly won the game. With her jeans and knickers at her ankles and her top and bra almost to her neck she virtually purred her protests to him. Alan heard them approach from behind and he turned his head and grinned. The gang grinned back at him, and Victoria gave him an especially warm smile: a smile that was admiring; adoring.
Suddenly, as if transported by magic, they were in the Punishment room. Wendy was naked, suspended and at his mercy. He smiled at Paul and Ben "That's what girls need" he said. The two boys nodded, and then their expressions changed as if realisation had suddenly dawned on them. The girls shrieked as one "Oh No! Don't you dare!"
Alan was in the dining room at the guest house. His parents, uncle and aunt were dining normally, trapped in tedious conversation about mundane things. Kevin and Tracy sat by the window with their parents, they were grey, miserable. Mrs Ogden traipsed back and forth with inedible fare, carefully winding her way around the naked girls suspended from the ceiling. Paul and Ben stood beside him, grinning and nodding their heads "This is a girl's proper place" they said in unison as they studied Victoria, Emily, Wendy, Alison and Amy, struggling against their bonds.
Everything about the girls' naked demeanour, everything about their expressions and the way they moaned, almost in ecstasy, confirmed for Alan that the girls concurred. They knew this was their place, and they knew they deserved everything Alan was about to do to them.
Alan woke with a start as the darkness of his room was transformed with the clicking of the light switch. Disoriented he blinked, covered his eyes, wondered where the girls had gone.
"Alan? Are you awake?" asked his mother.
"I am now" he said resentfully.
"Now don't take that tone with me?" she said "We've just come to check up on you."
We? Thought Alan. His eyes still hadn't adjusted to the light, but he tried to squint towards the door. He saw two figures.
"Check up? What? I was asleep" he complained.
"We want to make sure you haven't been playing with yourself again" said Jean.
Alan groaned, his mother and his aunt checking up on him like he was six years old, when would this nightmare end?
"I haven't" he whined.
"Well, nothing to worry about then" said his mother pulling back his bed covers.
"Mum!" he complained "What are you doing!?"
"Checking on you, so get used to it" said Betty.
Alan could smell sherry. The odour was strong and sweet, and he noticed his aunt had a strange grin on her face like she had temporarily become some kind of idiot. She leaned over him and stoked his forehead "You just do as your mummy says and you'll be just fine" she said.
Betty pulled Alan's pyjama bottoms down, and he drew his legs up quickly and covered himself with his hands. "Stop it!" he yelled "You're drunk!"
"I am not drunk!" said his mother emphatically "I may have a drink or two, but I am definitely not drunk. Am I Jean?"
"Absolutely. And I'm not drunk either. Just had a drink or two, that's all" said Jean.
"Put your legs down and take your hands away" said Betty. Alan didn't move.
"Looks like he wants another spanking" said Jean "I'll spank him if you like."
"No, I think I'd like to" said Betty.
"Well we could both spank him" said Jean.
Alan's legs straightened and he slowly withdrew his hands.
"Still looks sore" said Jean.
"Mmm, definitely sore" said Betty. She reached down and took hold of Alan's penis and carefully rolled the foreskin back inspecting him for cleanliness "Looks clean."
"Have you been masturbating?" asked Jean.
Alan did not want to answer, but he was afraid of the consequences of being difficult and decided the best thing to do would be to get it over with as soon as possible "No" he said.
"Good boy" said Jean and she patted him on the head and kissed his cheek.
"No more masturbating Alan, it's not good for you" said Betty as she pulled his pyjamas back up.
"Aw, he's blushing" said Jean "Doesn't he look so cute when he's blushing."
Betty smiled at Alan as she pulled the bedcovers back over him "He does" she said "He looks very cute." She tucked him in and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.
"Night, night, darling" said Betty ruffling his hair.
"Night, night, Alan" said Jean.
The two women made their way, a little unsteadily, to the door, while Alan remained silent. The light clicked back off, the door closed, and Alan returned to darkness.
It was some time before he calmed himself to fall back asleep again, and he returned to the dining room. He was suspended naked from the ceiling as Victoria, Emily, Wendy, Alison, Amy, Tracy, his mother, his aunty Jean, and Lorraine stared at him, evil thoughts blazing from their eyes. Mrs Ogden approached his helpless naked form with a giant burnt sausage. She made her way behind Alan, and his expression grew fearful. What the hell was she going to do with that sausage!?
Paul and Victoria were lying side by side cuddling and talking softly when there was a knocking at the back door. Paul jumped up and made a grab for his pants, but he tangled his feet in the duvet and fell heavily to the floor.
"Don't panic!" said Victoria "It's only Emily, she'll be bringing my laptop."
"How do you know? It might be your dad back early" he said, picking himself up off the floor.
"Five knocks, that was the signal" said Victoria "You get back into bed!"
Victoria slid out of bed and put on a dressing gown, while Paul climbed back in a little sheepishly. Victoria was shaking her head and tutting as she headed out and down the stairs. Paul lay immobile, his ears straining for any warning sign. He couldn't relax until he was sure it wasn't Victoria's parents.
He could only hear the door being unlocked, the faintest of voices, then the door being locked again. He waited nervously knowing it was probably alright. Victoria wasn't shouting loud greetings to her parents as a warning, there was no fuss or commotion, but still he was on tenter-hooks.
"Look at him" said Victoria, coming back into the room "He looks as if he's seen a ghost"
Emily followed Victoria in carrying the laptop bag. She smiled at Paul "Sorry, only me" she said.
Paul heaved a huge sigh of relief and relaxed. Victoria climbed onto the bed, but she didn't get back under the covers. Emily put the laptop bag down and started to get undressed. Paul stared at her.
"Are you joining us?" he asked.
"You've been fantasising about this, I know" said Victoria.
"About what?" he asked.
"You'll have to wait and see" she said "Come on, sit up."
Victoria got Paul sat so that his back was against the wall and he sat across the bed sideways, on top of the duvet. She slipped her dressing gown off and knelt beside him, her feet at the pillow end of the bed. Emily pulled her knickers off and knelt opposite Victoria. Both girls looked down at Paul's lap.
"He doesn't know what we're going to do yet and he's already half hard" said Victoria.
"I don't think it'll be half for long" said Emily with a giggle. The two girls leant towards each other and kissed. Paul trapped between and beneath them looked up, his eyes widening and his mouth falling open. He raised his hands, one to each of the girls' breasts. They slapped his hands away simultaneously.
"No touching" said Victoria, before resuming her passionate kiss with Emily.
Paul let out a pathetic sounding whimper and his penis shot up to full rigidity.
Emily and Victoria stroked each others breasts, and Victoria brought a hand down to Emily's pussy. She stroked gently at first, feeling Emily's warmth and moistness, and then began fingering her more urgently. Emily moaned and her kissing grew more passionate. Below them, as hard as he could possibly be, Paul groaned in excitement and frustration.
Suddenly, on a prearranged signal, Victoria and Emily dropped to Paul, smothering him with caresses and kisses. He squealed in undisguised delight as they teased and tormented his hungry body. Their hands and lips were everywhere, until Emily sat her now dripping pussy on Paul's painfully stiff erection. The girls had so over stimulated him with their kisses and caresses that he hadn't even noticed when Victoria had slid the condom on him. Emily leaned forward and began rocking her hips up and down expertly, while Paul moaned loudly in ecstasy. Victoria kissed him and stroked him all over, and Paul thought he was going to die from the pleasure of it.
If Victoria's parents had been in; if they had been downstairs watching an overly loud television; they would have heard the orgasmic chorus as Emily and Paul both cried out in their involuntary vocal spasms. They collapsed together as one, melting into a single entity for a moment as their exhausted lips met. Victoria wrapped them both in wide hug, heart-broken that she hadn't been able to join in properly.
The three of them lay in each others arms, their love for each other radiated from them like light. Gentle caresses were exchanged in silent contentment.
"Oh blast!" said Victoria.
"What's the matter?" asked Emily, looking concerned.
"I forgot. We need to clear out the den, the workmen are coming tomorrow" said Victoria.
"What do we need to clear out?" asked Emily.
"The condoms, the bondage equipment, the spanking equipment, you know, all the incriminating stuff that might have us having to answer some very awkward question" said Victoria.
"Can't we do it tomorrow? If we go early?" suggested Paul.
"No, too much of a risk" said Victoria "We've got no idea how early they might turn up and we don't want to get caught in the act."
"Bugger" said Paul "I want to just stay here, with you two."
"Me too" said Victoria climbing off the bed "Come on!"
"I can't, sorry" said Emily "I've got to get back, mum'll be cross if I'm late."
"Me too" said Paul guilt written all over his face.
"Well, looks like it'll just have to be me then" said Victoria, getting dressed.
"No, I'll come" said Paul.
"I thought you had to go?" she said.
"I know, but I can't let you do it all on your own, and besides I don't like the idea of you wandering about the forest on your own at night" said Paul.
"You sound like my dad" said Victoria.
"Thanks" said Paul sarcastically. He climbed off the bed and reached for his pants.
"Won't you get into trouble?" asked Victoria. Paul pretended to be distracted with the process of dressing. He didn't answer.
"Paul, won't you get into trouble?" Victoria repeated.
Paul couldn't ignore her a second time "I'll be okay. Mum might still be embarrassed about earlier, she might not be cross."
"Earlier?" asked Emily "What happened earlier?"
Victoria threw a quick warning glance Emily's way and shook her head. Emily fell silent and pulled herself to her feet "What's the plan for tomorrow then?" Emily asked.
"Good question" said Victoria "I think we'll steer clear of the den until the workmen have finished. God only knows how long that will be. We can still play in the forest though. We'll meet up here in the morning and decide then."
"Okay" said Emily "I'd better dash, or I'll be for it anyway."
Emily gave Victoria and Paul a hug and a kiss and headed downstairs on her own. Victoria waited for her to leave and then gave Paul a hug and kissed him.
"You don't have to come" she said.
Paul looked at her, surprised at her comment "You know I do" he said "I don't care if I get blistered, I'm not letting you go on your own."
"You're a loony" she said.
"Says the Queen of the loonies" replied Paul.
They headed downstairs together and out of the house. Victoria locked up carefully and then they walked off into the forest in a comfortable silence.
Continued in Chapter Sixty Two