
Author: Old Softy
Title: The Collar Around the Heart
Summary: James is sixteen today, and his birthday present is pretty unusual. But the future is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
Keywords: mf ScFi rom 1st slave bd oral anal
Part: Chapter 13 of 14

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Chapter 13 - Very Early, Sunday Morning


The night air was cold, and the wind was whipping the clouds overhead
into tattered streamers. The car park was around the corner, five
minutes walk away. After only a moment's hesitation, I slipped off my
jacket to put it over Penny's shoulders. Mrs. Jones noticed out of the
corner of her eyes and even in the dark I saw her raise her eyebrows at
me. Penny just grinned in thanks and pecked me on the cheek.

"Hey, the old clichιs are the best," I explained.

"I'm not complaining  I'm the one with the jacket! Now, where is
that limousine, Mother?"

The wind dropped as we stepped around the corner of the building, and I
felt a moment of relief  until we were stopped. By Murdoch, Burke and
Cribbens standing right in our path.

"Pilsbury, my dear chap! How nice to meet you here! And your lovely
companion. Your lovely COLLAR companion. Did you really think no-one
would notice?"

Why does he do it, I wondered. Is there some etiquette about chatting
to your victims before hitting them? "Notice what, Vince?" My voice,
cool as ice, surprised even me. I stepped in front of Mrs. Jones and
the girls, wondering if I could keep the goons occupied long enough for
them to get away.

"Nice of you to wrap it up for me, it looks good enough to fuck. Or
shall I say fuck it up?" The other two laughed, dutifully.

"Not a good place, Vince. Too many people around, hadn't you noticed?
Oh, and I believe you know Mrs. Jones, here?"

"Yes, I know the interfering old bag well enough, and she's not going
to rescue you now," he growled.

"Out of our way, boys," snapped Mrs. Jones, and marched forward as if
he wasn't there, For a second he almost stepped back, and I thought
that it was going to work. But his hand suddenly in front of her halted
her like a brick wall. She gasped as Burke and Cribbens each took an
elbow and held her firmly.

"Jasper, Nigel  take Mrs. Jones and escort over to her car. Make
sure that she doesn't leave her parking space for a bit. We don't want
to be disturbed for the next few minutes, do we Pilsbury?"

I thought she was going to let fly at them but she stopped and turned
coldly to Murdoch. In a tone that raised the hairs on the back of my
neck, she said quietly "Be careful, young Murdoch. A mistake now could
cost you dearly. I hope you are prepared to take this to the finish."

"Just get her out of here!"

Christ, I thought as I watched her march off with the two goons,
dragging them in her wake. He was obviously a lot braver than I was, or
a lot more stupid.

He turned back to me. All pretence at cool had evaporated. "Enough
playing about, just hand the fucking thing over. Gimme the zapper,
NOW!"

I patted my trouser pockets in a pantomime display, and suddenly
realised that the pretend was real. "Sorry, Vince, it doesn't seem to
be on me." So where was my lovely new bracelet? With my fone in the
changing room of course. What an idiot!

For a second, I thought he was going to swing at me, and I almost
flinched. But he reached in his pocket, and dragged out a large black
zapper. I recognised it as a police GP model and my heart sank.

"YOU! Get over here NOW!" he shouted at Annie, pointed the thing at her
and pressed the button.

The result was disappointing. Annie flinched, but then just glared at
him. "I think you are making some kind of mistake," she grated through
clenched teeth.

Frowning, Murdoch thumbed the button again and again, while he waved it
at her. There was a cry of pain behind me, and the sound of some one
falling over. I realised that it was working  he had it on wide
beam, and other collars were being caught in the broadcast.

Penny reacted faster than I did. "Drop it Murdoch," she threatened, and
leapt forward to slap it out of his hand.

"Stupid bitch," he snarled. He punched her in the stomach, hard. She
collapsed, gasping.

Have you ever actually been in a fistfight?

I used to imagine what I would do. I would be so calm and collected;
you know, I would side step the baddy, trip him up, and do the clever
moves. I would be able to see what was happening and of course, he
would end up on the ground while I danced away. But now I know. Now I
know what really happens.

It doesn't hurt. Something pushes you, shoving you off balance, but it
doesn't hurt. Not yet. Your knuckles bleed after you have thrown them
hard, really hard, at that head, but they don't hurt either. The 'red
mist' is real, although it's not actually red. You really can't see.
You don't know what you are tearing at, hitting at, breaking. A body
has weight, the weight of a slab of dead meat as you punch into it.
Time doesn't slow down; oh no, each swing and lurch and gasp takes all
the time there is and no time at all, for it all happens too fast to
follow, and it is over before the pain catches up with you and you are
standing but swaying looking down on the man twisted on the ground and
now suddenly the side of your head throbs like hell and you can see
Annie also standing over him, holding her wristand with that beautiful
dress torn and ripped but breathing and grinning so fiercely, and you
realise with amazement that you have just won.

He hit Penny! I turned to see her sitting on the ground, winded and
holding her stomach but evidently not too badly damaged. "Hey are you
all right?"

"I'm fine, just take care of that bastard."

I returned my attention to Murdoch who was groaning and getting up.

"Fuck off, Vince, and don't come near me or mine again!" I threatened,
ready to launch into him again if he moved towards us. But he was up
and lurching away from us, toward the Sheriffs car parked on the far
side of the road.

I was suddenly aware of the ring people now standing around us, and the
noise of congratulations and questions.

"Good show, Pilsbury!"

"I'd have been right in there but I could see you had him!"

"Are you alright, do you need anything?"

I was turning gratefully to the one voice which had offered assistance,
when a different girl's voice cried out; "Look out, he's coming back!"
Sure enough, Murdoch was climbing out of the car, with something in his
hand. It was dark but as he waved it towards us I had a bad feeling, and
I pulled Penny to her feet.

The shot, when it rang out, sounded curiously flat and unreal. Just as
I had never been in a fight before, neither had I ever heard the sound
a gun actually makes.

"Come on!" I cried, and grabbed a girl with each hand to drag them
around the corner, while people screamed and ran in all directions.

"Back in the Hall," I shouted, and we started for the door just fifty
yards off. He reached the corner before we got there but he was
obviously no marksman because the next shot also missed us. I knew that
because I heard the plunk and saw the splinters as it buried itself in
the door above our heads.

I slammed it behind us and looked around while Penny was scrabbling at
the door itself. "I can't shut it properly  you need a key!" she
cried.

I could see no one around who could help us, so I dashed for the
corridor to the left, the one not leading to the ballroom. "Come on,
this way!"

One turning and we discovered it was a dead end. I took one step back
the way we had come, only to hear the noise of the outer door bursting
open. "Quick, into a room," Penny cried, and tried the nearest handle.
It was locked. The footsteps of someone running down the hallway
towards us sounded terrifying in my ears. That one was locked too.

"In here!" I shouted as the second one I tried yielded. I stood back to
let the girls in, so I was able to see Murdoch in all his fury skating
round the corner and wrench the revolver up towards me. The shot was
very loud in that confined space as I slammed the door shut.

Shit. It was a solid door, sturdy as only the Victorians knew how, but
there was no bolt, and no key in the lock. I grasped the handle
desperately, determined not to let him in.

"Here!" cried Penny, grabbing something off a hook on the wall by the
side of the door. It was the key, and she had it in the lock and turned
before the thud of Murdoch's boot hit the oak boards.

"I'm coming to get you!" Murdoch's voice sounded all the better for
coming from the far side of a thick door, but we needed another escape
route. I turned with urgency to see where we were. It was a cleaner's
store, perhaps eight feet square, containing shelves, a sink and a pile
of old curtains. The only window was up near the ceiling, and about a
foot square. There was no way out.

"A weapon, there must be something I can use as a weapon!" I muttered,
hunting desperately through the paper towels and cleaning fluids.

"Here, how about this, Boss," said Annie, handing me a bottle. I turned
it round to read the label. 'Ammonia  handle with extreme care' it
said. I unscrewed the top and the fumes assailed my nostrils. For the
first time in some minutes, I began to feel like we were on a more
equal footing.

The sound of the next shot was deafening. "Stay away from the door!" I
warned, although we were all flat back against the shelves already.
Then I looked at the position of the bullet hole and cursed. He was
going for the lock.

Another one. My ears were ringing. The smell was unpleasant; acrid and
hot, but although he had hit it, the lock was holding. And... yes!
Footsteps! Voices!

Another shot, this time not at the door. The sound of confused
shouting, and more footsteps. Murdoch's voice; "Out of my way! I'll
shoot  don't think I won't!" but sounding fainter.

Then silence.

Hardly daring to breath, I held my ear to the door for a long minute.

"I think he's gone."

"Wait a minute!" said Penny urgently. "Don't go out there yet, he might
be waiting."

I nodded and slumped down to the floor, my back uncomfortable against
the shelving. God, I felt tired. It must have been the reaction.
Looking around, I saw Annie still frowning in worry, but Penny was
grinning from ear toear.

"You did it James! You were magnificent! Were you really going to take
him on with a bottle of ammonia, against a hand gun?"

The shudder caught me by surprise. I suppose I had been going to do
just that. "If it was that or hand over Annie," I shrugged.

"Boss," whispered Annie, looking stricken. "You risked your life for
me. You mustn't do that. I could have gone with him, it would not have
been too bad."

I returned her stare levelly, while I screwed the top back on the
bottle. "Not your call, Annie. You are my responsibility, and it is up
to me to protect you." I softened my voice. " And I will never abandon
you to that monster. It would have been worse than you could possible
imagine. I have seen how he treats his own collarmaid, and he doesn't
even have a grudge to settle with that one."

Annie's face was shifting. Oh hell, I thought. She was going to start
blubbing any second now. I reached out to put my hand on her shoulder
as she knelt there. "Shush. It 's going to be alright." She said
nothing but lifted my hand to press it against her cheek. I let her
hold it there for a moment.

"How are we all, anyway?" I asked the room in general.

"I'm not going to be doing any sit-ups for a while, but I think I'll
live," replied Penny, dryly.

Assessing the damage, we had actually got off pretty lightly. Annie had
torn that lovely dress, and was nursing a sprained wrist. I could see a
couple of bruises on her, but otherwise she seemed unharmed. I had cut
knuckles, really tender ribs on my left side, and the lump on the right
side of my cheek was going to be a shocker in the morning, but generally
I was good. I could hardly believe our lucky escape.

"How the hell did he get hold of a revolver?" I wondered aloud.

"I bet he filched it from his father's gun cupboard," Penny said
darkly. "Same as that 'General Purpose' zapper. Where else could he
have got that from?"

Sheriffs men, militiamen, collar-school teachers, even bouncers; they
all had GP zappers. They worked differently from the standard ones;
they were not tuned to any one collar, but just zapped any restrained
person unfortunate enough to get in the beam, and laid them flat on
their backs. From what I had heard, they were not actually that
difficult to get hold of. But the revolver, now, that was another
matter. The Guards took gun control very seriously, and unlicensed
possession was an automatic collar if you got caught.

"I hope he gets it in the neck from his dad when he gets home."

"More than that I would think," said Penny. "Even Sheriff Murdoch is
going to have a hard time sweeping this lot under the carpet. My Father
might be hopeless in a lot of ways but he has always protected Mum, and
when he hears of how they manhandled her, he is going to be like a
terrier. He won't let go of this until it is settled one way or the
other. As for waving that thing around, blasting away at us; well that
was attempted murder, and a dozen people must have seen it. That's a
lot of witnesses to intimidate."

"I just hope you're right." A thought occurred to me. "But it was lucky
the zapper wasn't working properly. What do you think happened there,
Annie?"

"It did work I'm afraid, Boss."

"What? But you..."

"I pretended, Boss. I think Mr. Weller's alteration helped, and I
just... well I couldn't let him know he was right, could I?"

I stared at her in amazement for a second. "You brave amazing girl,
you. How did I ever deserve one like you?" She tried to shrug off my
hug and the kiss on her forehead, but I could see she was pleased.

"Anyway, let's see if the coast is clear. Your mother must be worried
sick by now, Penny."

I stood up to try the key in the lock, and frowned. It was stuck. I
jiggled it a bit, and then tried to twist it. No joy. Hell, of course,
the thing had been shot up. I wondered how it looked from the other
side.

"Hmmm. We may have a little problem." I tried to pull the key out, but
I couldn't do that either. This was not looking good. Surely it just
needs... I leaned on it as I twisted it, hard. Yes, something was
yielding! I took a breath, while the brass loop dug into the palm of my
hand, and really pushed. There was a snap  and I was looking at half
the key in my hand.

"Shit. That's all we needed."

"What's happened?"

I showed Penny the broken shaft of the key in my hand. She took off a
shoe, went over to the door and banged on it, really loudly. "Help! Is
anyone out there? HELP!!!"

I winced and put my hands over my ears. "I don't think anyone's there,
Penny."

"What do we do now?"

"What can we do? Nothing but wait until the cleaners arrive in the
morning."

What was it, half an hour later? We were still sitting on impromptu
seats of folded curtains on the floor. The desultory conversation had
faded out ages ago. It was not that uncomfortable, and I was wondering
if we should try and arrange ourselves so we could get some sleep.
Having said that, Annie was wriggling from side to side as if something
had got between her legs.

"Are you alright, Annie?" I asked with some concern. She blushed and
looked down.

"Yes Boss, it's just I need to use the toilet. I'm bursting to do a
wee." Penny and I could not help smiling at each other.

"That has got to be the least of our worries," I reassured her, looking
around for a bucket or container. There was nothing obvious. "You may
have to use the cleaner's sink. Can you get up there?"

It was big rectangular china sink in the corner of the room, set low
and obviously destined to take a bucket for cleaning the floors.

"Are you sure you don't mind my doing it in front of you, Boss?" asked
Annie, hitching up the hem of her dress to attempt to climb up on the
thing.

"Anything to stop you jiggling," I smiled reassuringly.

"Here, just take the lot off," said Penny. "It's already torn, and
you'll just ruin it otherwise. We're both girls and you can't tell me
he's never seen you in the buff before."

Blushing a little but only hesitating for a second, Annie reached
behind her neck for the clasp, and was surprised when Penny took the
cloth in her hands. "Arms up." instructed Penny. As the collargirl
complied she slipped the dress off over her head. "Well, don't you look
delicious" remarked Penny, gazing unashamedly at the body of my collar,
now revealed. I could see Annie struggle not to cover herself as she
kept her arms down and stood still to be inspected.

Then Penny amazed me.

"Sorry," she said, "you are beautiful, but we should not embarrass
you." She leant forward and kissed Annie on the cheek. "Go on and don't
worry. James and I will look away." She took my arm and turned us
towards the door.

It was all very well not watching but in that tiny room the sounds were
impossible to ignore. We heard her struggle up onto the china, then a
pause, then the unmistakable hiss and splash of water hitting
porcelain. It was unfortunately interrupted by a slither and a yelp of
distress from the girl. We spun round to see her struggling to
extricate herself from the bottom of the sink.

"Annie, let me help," I called and grabbed her arms to help her out.

"It's difficult to balance," she explained, now crimson. The flush
spread all the way down to the top of her breasts and I had difficulty
in pulling my eyes away. "Could I hold your arm?" So with her clinging
to my shoulders I stared at the ceiling and hummed to myself while I
waited for her to continue her task.

"Boss." she whispered in a strange voice. "Do you want to... watch?" I
glanced down at her. Her face was tense, not with embarrassment but
with hope. I realised with shock that my weird little collar actually
wanted me to watch her pee while she held onto me. She was clearly
turned on by the thought. Intrigued, I just nodded and turned my gaze
to the smooth shaven mound beneath her belly. Slowly I lowered myself
until I was squatting, still supporting her but with my eyes level with
her pink swollen vaginal lips. The pose she had taken with legs astride
the china sink spread her outer lips obscenely. I was not sure where a
woman peed from but I suspected I was just about to find out.

I saw the jet of hot golden liquid first, before I noticed where it
came from. It was not from the vagina itself, which was what I had
always vaguely assumed, but from this little opening, with it's own
tiny lips, just above it. How had I never seen that before, I wondered?
Strangely fascinated and aroused, I stood up and reacheddown between her
legs. I still don't know why I put the whole of my hand over it to feel
the hot piss splashing against my palm. As her head thudded against my
shoulder her urine squirted out between my hand and her body and I
pressed the bubbling liquid against her. My thumb found her button,
which was already erect and swollen and I just rubbed it in the flood
of liquid. Amazingly the flow continued while she clutched me and then
she cried aloud while her whole body shook and convulsed. She collapsed
in the sink, still orgasming, and still pissing uncontrollably as she
orgasmed.

The spray stopped and she fell back against the cold china, eyes shut
and panting. I was completely shocked at what we had just done  but
at the same time it was so bizarre I could hardly stop myself from
laughing out loud.

My hand and sleeve were soaked, and I turned on the tap to rinse them
off while she was still in there. While I was at it I washed her off
too, and she gasped at the cold. Finally I took off my jacket and rung
out the sleeve, shaking my head. Yet again, just when I thought that
girl could surprise me no more... 

I pulled Annie out of the sink, and used the velvet curtain to wipe her
down and clean her off.

Shaken, I suddenly remembered that Penny was with us. I glanced at her,
embarrassed but I couldn't read her expression. There was no way to tell
if she was disgusted or turned on, but right now, I was past caring.
Nothing was going to keep my prick out of the dripping pussy of that
beautiful eager little collar. I know, I know  in hindsight I cringe
at myself. Penny had done so much for me, and now I was going to ask her
to stand in a corner and whistle while I poked the hell out of my
servant. But my head had given up from overload, andthe whole sexual
tension of the night, combined with Annie's wet naked legs splayed in
that sink  well, I was only human!

The older girl was still standing there, watching and motionless. I had
to say something. "Penny, I am afraid I am just going to have to shaft
my collarmaid. You don't mind do you?"

Now that I looked, her expression was odd  dazed, if anything 
but Penny shook her head slowly, which was all I needed. I stepped over
to flick off the light, and then gathered my sweet collarmaid in my
arms.

It was Annie who stopped me. "She does mind Boss. Look." And to my
surprise Annie stepped away from me, over to the older girl standing
motionless against the shelving. "She minds terribly, can't you see?
She needs you to fuck HER."

The room was still.

I stared at Penny, who stood frozen like a rabbit caught in the
headlights. I opened my mouth to apologise for the way my collar had
spoken, but the words died on my lips. For in the moonlight from the
small window above us I could just see the stunned expression on
Penny's face. Her eyes were staring back, and I suddenly realised what
they are asking. They were begging me to do exactly that thing. Without
thought or conscious decision, I stepped towards the girls, and my hands
reached out to touch, not Annie, but her.

Annie was at her shoulder, whispering in her ear and working at
something behind her neck. Suddenly the top of the dress holding those
breasts fell away and they were exposed, no, displayed to us. There was
a sharp intake of breath from Annie, while mine just failed me. They
were amazing. Big, round, soft, high, swelling  all those words, but
above all just beautiful. Without support or artifice they stood out,
proud and heavy, yet still gracefully part of her. This was the grail
that those lesser women hunted, the shape that dress designers spent
their lives striving for with corsets and necklines and brassieres. She
was almost impossible, and completely perfect.

"It's so good when he touches them. " I heard Annie whisper in her ear,
and I brushed the sides of those beautiful shapes, feeling the flesh
quiver at my touch. The older girl closed her eyes and shivered.
Involuntarily her body swayed forward, pressing the soft weight of
those gorgeous silk skinned globes into my hands, and I was holding
both of them. Without instruction, my thumbs stroked the pink nipples,
and I watched with amazement as they inflated in front of my eyes. Hot,
flushed and stiff, they begged for attention and as my fingers supplied
it I heard Penny groaning quietly. She was mine, I realised. I was
going to possess this woman, tonight.

My hands slid down her sides, pushing folds of velvet down in front of
them. Annie was undoing things at her back and we forced the cloth over
her hips and to the floor. Everything: slip, petticoat, underclothes,
went with it, and her stockings were dragged down by the suspenders. As
I stepped up to her and enveloped her in my arms I was vaguely aware of
Annie fussing at her feet, clearing away the debris, but as Penny
blindly searched for my mouth she was completely naked, as if this was
the only way she could ever be.

We kissed.

We kissed, and it was as if the flaming fusion earlier on the terrace
had been only for practice.

We kissed, and I felt how clothed I was and how naked she was. How sexy
it was to imagine what she felt as her tender skin rubbed on my jacket.
How erotic this was.

We kissed, and the soft nude woman in my arms wrapped her arms around
my neck and as her knees gave way, she wanted me, clung to me, and gave
herself to me.

I glanced over to see Annie rearranging the old velvet curtains across
the floor. We now had a nest.

I laid her down, lay beside her, and started exploring. It was all so
wonderful. I could go anywhere; I could stroke, caress and investigate
any and every surface and shape. Her skin was a landscape, her body a
world, and my hands were the brave explorers that ventured excited and
daring over every round hill and into each soft valley. I was
completely wrapped up in this, and wholly absorbed in the texture and
shape and weight and feeling of this amazing adventure, but I could
still feel Annie fussing about my clothing now, undoing things and
tugging clothing off my limbs.

It came back to the kissing somehow. It didn't matter how wonderful
were the flattened shapes of her breasts against her chest, or how hot
and turgid were the bursting nipples, or how tantalising were the
hidden slick folds in the forbidden valley between her legs. In her
kiss was her soul, and irresistibly I had to return there to sample it
again. We ran out of breath and I pulled myself up on my elbows to be
able to look down on her face, framed in a pillow of soft blonde hair.

Her grip on my shoulders changed, and her eyes were serious in the pale
light as she looked up into mine. "James, you... you will be careful
with me, won't you? You could hurt me so easily." I wondered at her new
caution and then somehow I just knew. This was not about virginity or
physical pain, but about the other kinds of hurt one person could do
another  the invisible kinds.

"Never. " I replied, solemnly. "Whatever happens, I will never hurt
you," and something about how I felt for this girl had changed,
although I was too distracted right now to know quite what.

I rolled onto her, to cover her naked flesh with my own until we were
wrapped up in each other, and I noticed her muttering, although only
some words were clear enough to understand, "Fuck... cunt... me...
prick... in... fu... fu... cunt... oh... pr... prick... ooooooh
please..." despite the way I kissed her again and again with my hands
around her head, washing my fingers in her hair, but while we were
occupied, a different hand was pushing itself between us, where our
groins happened to line up, and as it tugged at me I pushed at the
friction and resistance between us, blindly thrusting and searching
for... (oh bliss! How could it feel like this!) "Ow... fu... fu... fuck
ow... cunt aaaah," the little noises continuing while I was inside her,
hugging her from inside as well as out, although she was far from
worried at the weight because she clutched me to her as if we could
melt together if only she pulled harder, and I could just hear Annie
whispering urgently in her ear, while her hands wandered over that
sweet body, encouraging her, urging us both on, "Isn''t it good? Feel
his cock stretch you, feel it penetrate you, it's what your cunt was
made for  to be filled up with a man's cock  with his cock, " so
whatever she wanted, I did, and whatever I did, she wanted, world
without end until the end came as it must, and I was plugged in, yes,
in the good old missionary position and each thrust was longer and
harder and seemed like it must be the penultimate one, but somehow
there was always one more which was even deeper, and her gasps became
cries, until I exploded and spasmed while we gripped each other so that
our flesh must be fused, and it was over.

There was nothing to say. There was nothing one could say, so I lay
there panting for breath, leaning on my elbows. Although I wanted to
know what it had been like for her, I dared not ask.

But a minute later the beautiful woman under me stirred, and in the
wondering voice of a child, said "Fuuuuuuuuuuck! " and I could not help
but chuckle. I rolled off and hugged her body to me as I lay beside her.

"Penelope Jennifer Jones" I said, rolling the words around in my mouth,
full of wonder.

"James Buchanan Pilsbury" she pronounced, as if trying out the sounds.

Drifting off to sleep, I finally noticed the other person in the room,
who was also naked. What I noticed were her lips wrapped around my
prick. She was sucking gently, as if trying not to disturb me. I
suddenly realised what she was doing.

"Annie, are you never finished cleaning up?"

"Course not, Boss... slurp... mmm... so tangy... slupp... tastes of
iron... can I do her now, Boss?"

Before I could say no, she wriggled round to insert her head between
Penny's thighs and mine, and I could tell by my lover's jerk what Annie
was doing. "OH!... what... ooooh... where did... aaaaah..." was her
victim's confused reaction.

"Shhhh." I whispered. "She has this cleaning thing going on  bit of
an obsession  best thing is just to let her get on with it."

"But James... it's all... aaah... fuuuuuuuck... it's all messy with..."
Penny groaned, while the Annie's words finally filtered through the mush
to my last brain cell.

"Iron? Blood! Penny, you were a virgin!"

"Well, of course, you idiot. Shiiit, that girl!... Coming out Ball,
mean anything?"

"So Annie is... Annie! What are you doing down there?"

"Just cleaning up, Boss... slurp... Mmmmmm. All clean, sweet as apple
pie, now."

"Penny, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you alright?"

"Of course. It stung a bit but I was expecting that. And... Ohhh shit!"

"Annie! Stop that! You have to learn to wait until you are asked before
diving in!"

"Oh, James, don't stop her. It... mmmm... feels so good. In fact, just
give me a kiss while... mmmmm..."

While I was kissing her, Penny and Annie rearranged themselves so Penny
was on her back and Annie was truly between her thighs, head buried and
bottom waggling in the air. It was such a delightful bottom I could not
help stroking it. Penny noticed and pulled away from my mouth, and
cried, excitedly "Do her! You could shaft her while she's still... aaah
ANNIE!... while she's still licking me!"

Confused, but never the one to disobey an order, I moved behind the
pert waving buttocks of my insatiable collargirl, and amazingly, my
erection was back already. She was so hot and so slick I slipped right
in, to a moan from both of them.

"Ooooooh God... I can feel it when you push into her... use her to fuck
me... fuck me with her tongue... fuck me with that collar on your
prick!"

It was unreal. I had no idea what made sense any more, so I just thrust
into what was warm and wet in front of me. Penny's humping got wilder
and wilder until she cried out at the top of her voice "ARRRRG I'M
CUMMMING!" and convulsed all over the place.

But she didn't disengage from us. Moving lethargically but still
writhing, she slowly pulled the younger girl away from her crotch, up
to her mouth, while she slipped down to lie on her back beneath us. I
could see Penny sucking at my collargirl's tongue and lips. She took a
breath to mutter more obscenities at intervals. "Ohhh, cunt... mine...
juices... taste my own cunt on her... " I just followed where they
went.

Penny's hands reached round, searching for my cock which was still
rhythmically plunging into Annie from behind, and now I had Penny's
fingers squeezing Annie's cunt lips around my shaft while I pushed it
through them.

"Kiss me James!" she muttered. "Kiss me while you shove your cock into
her!" It was really awkward to lean over Annie's back, but now I could
hug two girls at once. "Mmmm oh I love your..." Her words were lost in
her urgent, hungry kissing. I could not believe she was eagerly sucking
my tongue into her mouth while my cock was buried in Annie.

With a "ummmph" of expelled air, poor Annie collapsed onto Penny's
chest under my weight and my cock almost slipped out of her. "Move!
Move over, down here!" Yet again the older girl pushed us around and
rearranged us, all the while impatient to get back into action. Now the
submissive slave girl was flat on her back with Penny's sex over her
mouth. I was plugged into her again, but from the front now, as I knelt
between her legs, with her thighs around my waist. I could bend down to
kiss and suck her sweet little mammaries, as she lay spread in front of
me, and then straighten up to attack Penny's magnificent ones as she
knelt facing me over the collargirl's head.

"James... Two tongues... a t t t... tongue in my... aaaaah, girl, keep
doing that... slurp... James fuck my mouth with your tongue as well!"

It was then that I finally lost it. I pumped gout after gout into
Annie's little cunt while I deep tongued Penny's mouth. That's what it
felt like, although there could not have been that much left. I
collapsed on them, beyond knowing who was where or what they were
doing.

Time passed.

I floated to the surface of sleep and heard soft giggling from
somewhere, mixed with the murmuring of girls' voices. As I tried to
orientate myself, silence fell. I listened, and now heard, not complete
silence but softer sounds; sucking or kissing; delicate lapping like a
cat. They were on either side of me, but their feet were beyond my head
and I could feel their weight on my legs as their faces meet over my
thighs. The warm soft skin next to my cheek was irresistible and I
explored it with my lips.

"Mmmmm" I sighed and brushed my hands over the flesh. On both sides of
me were female thighs and buttocks and soft rear cheeks, and between
these were aromatic damp creases that yielded to my touch. The girls
were giggling and whispering again and suddenly they both wriggled up
until their faces were in my groin. One of them, Penny I think,
chuckled and then both sets of lips were around my penis; both tongues
were lapping at each other and me indiscriminately.

I groaned and reveled in the sensations. My hands were full of girl
flesh while my balls and cock were being devoured. Not prepared to let
them get away with this I searched with both sets of fingers for
yielding holes. Soon enough I had both hands plugged into them and I
could feel the writhing of their torsos from the inside. It felt
surprisingly natural to have each thumb up an anus and two fingers of
each hand buried in a vagina while the others spread up the front. I
could feel the tiny resistance of the aroused nubbin within the folds
of each girl. I grinned as both mouths fell slack when I massaged them.
As a pair they groaned, and I just heard the whispers;

"God, he's..."

"Me too, can you feel..."

"And in there as well  it feels so... God I can't take it"

"Ooooh it's just sooo niiiiiiice!"

"Lets get him!"

And they came back to attack me with renewed vigour.

"Two on to one, not fair," I whispered, but they did not even pause to
reply. My fingers were on autopilot now and the sensations from my cock
overwhelmed me, and it was as if the gushing in their mouths and on
their faces set them off as well because all of us were clutching each
other in ecstasy.

I tried to recount how many times I had come and I found that I could
not recall. Maybe I was tired, or maybe all the blood that was supposed
to be flowing to my brain was flowing lower in my body, but I simply
could not count the number. There is a state between satiation and
exhaustion when nothing; no promise and no sensation, is better than
sleep.

Mmmm to sleep... 

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