Message-ID: <12248eli$9806171414@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: specpress@earthlink.net (Odile Santiago) Subject: Amber in England (Jocelyn Joyce f/m/f 1/1) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: specpress@earthlink.net Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6m79i7$6s8$8@chile.it.earthlink.net> This is an extract from an Obelisk Library Etext title available via Email or on disk. For more information about this and other Etext titles, ask for the Obelisk Library Catalog at: This text is for adults only. from Jocelyn Joyce: HAREM SONG Copyright (c) 1991 Spectrum Press Inc. All Rights Reserved Published by Spectrum Press Inc. ISBN 1-57138-115-5 Amber in England The girl stood with one eye pressed against the peephole in the bedroom wall, one hand pushed against her nightgown at the joining of her thighs, her heart pounding so strenuously she could feel her pulse in her ears. On the other side of the wall, in the adjoining bedroom, the man had the woman on the bed on her back, two pillows supporting her head, her dress pulled up far enough to expose her swollen breasts. The man sat astride the woman's waist, his erect penis jutting from the gap in his trousers. The woman had one hand on his member, the other hand pulling at his clothes, fumbling with the buttons. Her face was flushed, smiling as she helped him get his trousers down around his knees. He settled down a bit to press his organ between her breasts, his dangling balls against her diaphragm. She had her legs spread wide apart, her knees raised, her plump buttocks and dark hairy cleft revealed in the yellow light of the gas lamp. Now she put her hand on his bloated penis and she began manipulating it, stroking it, pulling at it. Then she raised her head, pushed her face forward and took the swollen knob in her mouth to suck it. The man gasped, the lower part of his body jerking as he pushed his member past her lips, inch after inch driving inside her open mouth. She clutched at his balls with one hand, the other hand on his buttocks, her fingers in the crack, pulling his body forward against her face, taking all of his penis down to the root before she allowed him to pull back again. Her lips were wet, dripping with saliva, as now she held just the glans in her mouth while her fingers vigorously stroked the shaft of the organ. On the other side of the thin wall, the girl shuddered with excitement as she watched them, as she watched the man breathing heavily, his eyes bulging. He grunted a curse as he moved his hips back and forth to possess the woman's mouth. His buttocks tensed, his spine arched, he bent his thick neck as he looked down and watched her. Now he gripped her head with his hands, and with another lurch he buried his member in her throat, groaning as the hot sperm gushed out of his organ. The woman pushed at him to make him pull back, and as he withdrew his penis an inch a dribble of sperm escaped her stretched lips, then another more copious packet of white fluid came out as his organ freed itself from her lips, the sperm dripping from the tip of his member to the valley between her lush breasts. She held the shaft of the penis with one hand as she licked the knob clean, the tip of her pink tongue rolling over the bulb and then behind it along the shaft. Her eyes glassy, she returned to the tip of his member and licked it again. Finally, the man muttered another curse and he rolled away to lie on the bed beside her. His head turned to the side, he extended his hand to extinguish the gas lamp. * * * Amber shuddered again as she pulled her eyes away from the peephole. Her room was dark, the only light a silvery glow from the moonlit window. She could hear her uncle already snoring, grunting in his sleep as he lay there beside that woman, the slut Mary Gibbs who would let any man have her for a few shillings. But Mary had enjoyed it, hadn't she? Amber quivered with excitement as she remembered the woman's gluttonous sucking of her uncle's dripping member, the licking of his sperm, the glint of wetness on Mary's lips. The small cottage was suddenly shaken by a gust of wind on the heath. It was the year 1891 in the village of Bockhampton in South Dorset, and this year the March wind from the sea seemed angrier than anyone could remember. They said the steeple might be blown down again, windows blown out in the poorer cottages that had the cheapest glass. Amber walked to the window to look at the moon a moment; she touched the glass with her fingertips to feel the cold outside. Then she thought again of Mary Gibbs and her uncle, and she left the window to find the bed in the moonlight, the warmth of it under the blankets, the close confining safety of the bed where she could slide her nightgown back to get her hand between her naked thighs. She was a virgin, eighteen and unbroken, her body never more than briefly fondled by the boys when they tried to kiss her on the heath or at one of the village dances. She never let them get more than a feel of her breasts or bum before she whacked their heads to chase them off. Beside the boys, there were men who looked at her, men who wanted her, some of them rich enough to own a carriage. She often dreamed of a rich lover, a gentleman, a man who would take her away to London in a fancy brougham. Now she thought of her uncle again, secret thoughts of his penis and hairy balls, the black hair on his body. She felt a sexual craving, an aching torment in her belly, a rapid concentration of lust that made her tremble. The urgent demands of her young body could not be denied. She felt the seething build-up in her loins as she recalled the image of her uncle's member stretching the woman's lips. Shuddering, Amber touched the folds of swollen flesh between her thighs, separating the lips with her fingers, probing carefully around the hole and then up at the apex of her slit to touch the stiff point of her clitoris. Her limbs tensed as she pushed her fingers in her slit, one finger rubbing her clitoris while the other fingers explored the wet groove and the aching hole itself. Her clitoris was erect, like a tiny member between the lips, a delightful feeling passing through her belly each time she touched it. She closed her eyes and moaned, responding to the tightness in her chest. Her body jerked, a powerful contraction of her limbs, her fingers rubbing furiously to produce the ultimate shuddering ecstasy, wave after wave of pleasure passing endlessly through her virgin cunt. * * * Oliver lay on his side with his chest and belly pressed against Mary's back. He was awake now, the evening drunk worn off, his head clear and his member rising again between Mary's broad buttocks. She was a blowzy slut, but she knew how to give a man his pleasure. Even as she continued snoring, she stirred against him, rubbing her bottom against his penis and balls, bringing the lust to his belly again. He took one of her fat breasts in his hand and he held it so the nipple tickled his palm. But the wench he wanted was in the other room, not in this one; the one he wanted was Amber. She was eighteen now, a girl with the face of an angel, auburn curls, and a backside that made his mouth water. He would not stand any man in the village having her before himself. He'd break her in, keep her for the fucking awhile, and then get a good price for her from one of the widowers who could afford it. What he hadn't settled in his mind yet was how much he ought to ask for her, how many pounds she was worth as a wife to someone. His hand squeezing Mary's breast, he imagined the money in his pocket and what he could do with it, the whiskey and beer at the pub, get a horse and cart maybe, some new clothes, be the envy of all when he did his shopping in Dorchester and brought the packages home in a cart. It suddenly occurred to him he ought to be at her soon, strip her down and take her, be done with it before one of the boys in the village had her. He thought of Amber's smooth white body as he pressed against Mary, of Amber's breasts and belly and ass. His penis twitched, fully erect, the knob pushing between Mary's round cheeks as though it had a mind of its own. Mary muttered and came awake as she felt the member tickling her cunt from the rear. She wiggled her hips and raised one leg to get the knob settled at the entrance. "Go on," she said with a grunt of satisfaction. But Oliver wanted something else. He seized her body with his arms and legs as his member probed between her buttocks. The large globes served as a guide to the target, and after a bit of maneuvering, he jerked his hips forward at the moment he felt the tip of his organ pressing against her anus. She groaned but she held herself still. He jerked his hips again, his rigid penis pushing at her, the opening yielding only slowly to the intruder, gripping his penis, dry and small, and then suddenly the ring of muscle giving way as he completed his penetration. He moaned with delight as he felt the grip of the hot sheath around his member. Mary moved again, struggling, muttering at him, then relaxing again to take more of him. He now had a hand at the lips of her cunt, probing the folds, his member well lodged in her ass. She had a plump soft belly and a full thicket of curls on her mound. His fingers explored the sticky slit, pushing into the wetness, into the deep channel. He chuckled as he felt her trembling response to his fingers. He fumbled around their joining, feeling his balls and the root of his penis gripped by her tunnel. He plowed on, his member moving in and out of her ass, his fingers sliding up the moist channel of her cunt, between the plump lips, his fingers sliding as his organ moved back and forth. She groaned when he found the spike of her clitoris and rubbed it. Her body quivered in his arms, but he was now lost in his own pleasure, his eyes closed, his breath rasping against her neck. She moved her body with his thrusting, crying out as he pinched her clitoris again, then a breathless moan as the sliding penis lurched in her bowels. He had a rhythm now, and she slowly writhed to it, the two fat globes of her buttocks rolling against his belly, her anus contracting, forcing the pressure to build in his balls. Then suddenly his hips jerked out of control and he rammed her again and again as he finally spent inside her. His back arched, he made noises in his throat as he emptied himself, his thick cream spurting in her ass, and then as the spurts died her tight anus holding him in place. She was gasping now, a wailing sound of pleasure coming out of her as she reached her own climax. Oliver sighed. Tomorrow, he thought. He'd have the bitch in the other room tomorrow. He was determined to have Amber on the morrow. A final ripple of pleasure passed through his belly as he thought of it... ------------------------------ End Extract This is an extract from an Obelisk Library Etext title available via Email or on disk. 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