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Part Two.
Times were hard for Tom and his family what with his father now being disabled from losing his leg during the war and not being able to work and became more disgruntled that his wife had to go back to work to help supplement his paltry pension. She had once been a teacher at the local school to which she now returned though they could have used the money that was the result of her sister's death and the sale of the hotel, but that they were determined to save for Tom's further education. In consequence, it was one of the reasons that Tom spent more time at home instead of mixing with his peers and so had developed into a rather shy boy in company and if it hadn't been for Caroline, he would never had have the courage to ever approach any of the local girls for the purpose of sex, hence his predilection for watching other people's sexual activities. Most of his time at the weekends and early evenings were spent with his father to keep him abreast of what was happening in the town.
So this was his life until he reached eighteen and received his papers for him to go into the army. His mother burst into tears the day they arrived, knowing that it was inevitable, but cried all the same.
Distance, like time, is relative. He knew how far it had been to go to school and how long it would take him. He was therefore surprised that it took him nearly two days to report for military duty and he was still in his own country. He'd only ever been as far as the city which was only seventy miles away, but now he had to travel over a thousand.
He had said a loving goodbye to his ageing parents at the bus depot and within two months, was back again on compassionate leave. It had never been ascertained exactly how the fire had started in Elm Street, but it swept from north to south at an alarming speed. It only took the houses on the east side, moving rapidly through the trees and houses in its path till it was halted at Lincoln Avenue. This thoroughfare that was the link between the town and the highway. The local firemen knew they had no chance to save the houses because of the density of the trees in the gardens of the houses in the path of the fire and so concentrated their main fire tenders in Lincoln Avenue to prevent the fire from jumping across. This they managed with the two tenders they had and so stopped it from spreading further, but eight houses had been lost in the path of the fire, Tom's being one of them
All other occupants of the houses consumed by the conflagration escaped except for Tom's parents. With their bodies being found on the ground floor, the fire having happened during the night, that due to his father's disability, they'd only managed to get down the stairs before being overcome by smoke, basing this theory on the coroner's inquest after the autopsy. Smoke inhalation was attributed to their death and that they had actually died before they were burnt.
Tom was grief stricken when he was told the news by the commander of the training post and he was given his leave to attend the funeral. This again was a two day journey south and he looked with anguish at seeing the still smouldering remains of the trees that lined the highway among which was the remains of his house before the bus he was on turned into Lincoln Avenue to drop him off at the bus depot in town.
In such a small town, everybody knew most of everybody's business and it was the bank manager who assured the funeral parlour that there was enough money in their account that would now belong to Tom, to pay for the funeral, and so knowing when Tom would arrive, the funeral had been arranged for that day.
So two hours after arriving in the town, he was there at the church for the service to his dead parents and went with a surprising number of townspeople to see to their burial.
Tom had had two days to get over the shock of never seeing them again and so was able to talk to the pastor and the bank manager who had also attended and see to the payment exacted to see his parents buried. He was also assured by said bank manager that their wills and insurance papers had been lodged with the bank and so he wouldn't be short of any monies in the future. But at the time, this went un-noticed by Tom and knowing he still had two hours to wait for the bus that would pass through town again, spent the time walking through what had been his garden to see the still smoking ruin of what had been his home, now reduced to ashes, only half of the chimney stack still standing and only then did he cry alone there.
With the town not having an hotel and not accepting the several offers he had to stay the night, caught the bus back to the town and stayed for the night at the hotel that had once belong to his aunt. This time as a paying guest.
He then returned to his training unit to finally be passed out as a marine and was soon shipped out to fight in Korea.
For nearly two years, he spent more time digging foxholes and vowed that when he got home he would never ever lift another shovel of dirt. He fought too and in that time was wounded, minor though which gave him a few weeks respite from the rigours of the winters that froze as many as were killed by actual combat. But he survived to the cease fire and was glad to be amongst one of the first battalions to be sent back home.
One of the memories he took back with him apart from the sweating heat and the freezing winter was the time in Seoul when recuperating from his wound. A couple of the men went along to a whorehouse and being his usual shy self, declined to actually go with one of the many women offered. The madam of the house then suggested if he would like to watch others having sex. Now this was much more appealing to him and so he said that he would like that, though it still cost him as much as if he'd gone with one of the women.
He was taken up a narrow staircase and into a tight and claustrophobic corridor that had several curtains along one wall. The girl who was leading him, stopped at the first one and drew the curtain back and he found that he was looking into one of the bedrooms of the house through a one sided mirror. This was more to his liking to watch two couples have sex on the bed below him and got an instant erection.
He was dragged along to the next window to see one of his friends taking a young Korean up the backside and got a vicarious thrill as he thought of Bert and David and was now really throbbing inside his trousers and had just got his cock out of his trousers when he was pulled along to the next window to see another young girl, this time taking his sergeant's cock into her mouth. He now began to jerk himself off but the girl who was showing him these scenes pulled his hand away and began to do it herself and went down onto her knees and took him into her mouth and sucked and tongued him as he watched through this window and came about the same time as his sergeant, but his girl took it all in whereas the sergeant sprayed all of his coming over the girl's face and laughed as she tried to catch the flying sperm with her open mouth.
Tom went back quite a few times, being the voyeur and having himself jerked off or taken in the mouth by the girl he was with as he watched the antics of the others in their own forms of sex. These forays into Seoul had a lasting effect on Tom and he formulated an idea of doing something of this nature when he returned to the States but for his own pleasure as a voyeur.
He was duly sent back and eventually demobbed, using the English term, and collected his final pay which was more than enough for him to buy a camper van. He'd learned to drive while in the army and now had a licence to this effect. Plus he didn't have a home as such to go back to so he had to have somewhere to sleep and this fitted in with the plans he had formulated in his mind.
He took his time driving south for he stopped at quite a few motels to see how they were run, and here he crossed his fingers, that nobody had thought of doing this at his town for that was what he wanted to build and open. A motel! Love Motel he was going to call it using his own name but also give it the atmosphere where people could also go to make love as well as sleep. He was going to make it into a voyeurs dream and so he hoped and prayed that a motel had not been opened before he'd got there.
So it was with some trepidation that after having passed through the city and passed the sign that told you that it was only five miles to Parksville that he began to worry. He was still a mile away when he could see an illuminated sign and he thought his hopes had been dashed but was relieved when he recognised that of it being one of a petrol company.
Nature had taken its course and there was now quite an abundance of new growth that had started to cover the scene of the fire that had killed his parents and made others homeless and came close to Lincoln Avenue to find that the corner plot that once had belonged to Deputy Sheriff Cairns was now a service station. One that also had the garish sign denoting that it had a diner as well.
He turned off into the avenue and went down and cruised along Elm Street and noted that only one house had been rebuilt since the fire and that was the place that belonged to the widow Yates, three along from where his house had stood. This boosted up his hopes in his future plans for his own property. He drove back along the street and pulled into what was his own ground and parked near the now, weed overgrown ruins of what had been his home.
His camper van by modern day standards was small, but for him then, it was big enough to have a lounge and separate bedroom as well as a shower and toilet closet. All small but just big enough for one. Here he spent his first night back and cried for the loss of his parents.
On his journey down with the hope that nobody else had built a motel, he'd made drawings, and these he gathered together the next morning after breakfast. As glad as he'd been to get out of uniform, having been made up to sergeant, he donned it once again along with his ribbons, went to the town hall, emphasising a limp as a war wound, to present his request for planning permission to convert his property into a motel, opening out onto the highway.
He was greeted as a war hero with his purple heart and other decorations and his application was passed through immediately and by the end of the day, he had the blessings of the town in his project.
What with the house insurance from the fire, his parents separate life insurance policies as well as what was left from his aunt, he was well found for funds. So to celebrate, if you could call it that, he had dinner at the petrol station's diner instead of cooking it himself.
Next day he began the work to change his former home and land into a motel. First was to seek out the Costello's who's property lay between him and the petrol station and found that they had, instead of waiting for their house to be rebuilt, had bought another property on the other side of town and were only too happy to sell him their original piece of land. Okay, it would take a day or two to get it on paper but it was enough for him to start work.
He spoke to a contractor saying that he wanted him to clear the two properties of the debris of the houses from the fire as well as clear a good amount of the new growth from the land that faced the highway. They agreed on the price for the man knew exactly where Tom had lived and said that he would be along the following day with a digger and a truck to take away what was cleared. Tom was fractious at night now for he didn't dare go over to the far side of Elm Street to peer through bedroom windows as he wasn't too sure of the lie of the land over on that side so had to content himself with just masturbation while looking at some of the books he'd picked up in Korea. Not only did he have these books but he also had a letter that he'd received from Caroline just before he'd gone into the military and it now helped him through this period. He'd just turned eighteen which made her around twenty one.
She'd started off the letter by reminding him of their position in the private lounge of his aunt's hotel. Him stuck up inside her when their respective guardians of the time, had come in for afternoon tea, and telling him of how she had let her brother fuck her. "There was no way to stop me after that," she wrote, "We went off to the billiard room at every chance that we had. We'd strip off in the corner and fuck our way right across and then the whole length of that polished floor. We even went up onto the table and did it there. Seeing the billiard balls one day gave me an idea and so the next time I was in town, I went shopping. I went into every toy shop until I found what I wanted. I had to buy the whole bloody game for the bits that I really wanted. I took out these pieces and dumped the rest of the game in the first bin I came across. Childish that it was, the game I mean, though I can't remember what it was called.
Anyway, that night, I dragged my brother, which didn't take much effort, down to the billiard room. We stripped off and I stretched myself out across the low table by the hearth. "Come here," I said to him. "Let me feel your balls." He came over and I put my hand under them, his prick standing out in front. I lifted them in my hand as though trying to guess the weight. "Call them balls?" I cried. "They're not even round! Now I've got two balls that are round and about the same size and weight." He gave me a funny look as I lay back and laughed at him. I squeezed my tits together so that the nipples stood out. "Would you like to feel my balls?" I asked him.
"You haven't got any balls," he said.
"I have," I repeated.
"I bet," he snorted derisively.
"What would you bet then?" I asked him.
"If you've got balls then you can stick one of the billiard cues up my arse." Well there wasn't much that we hadn't done sex wise.
"Okay," I said, "Come here and fuck me and feel my balls."
He had a puzzled look on his face and came between my legs and put his prick inside me. I felt it come in past my sex lips and meet the two plastic balls I had put up inside me from the game that I had bought. The look of surprise on his face was a picture as his prick rolled between them. The feeling I got was terrific. I leaned up and grabbed the cheeks of his arse and pulled him forward so that he came right inside of me. He gasped as I rolled my hips.
"Christ, what is it?" he cried.
"My balls," I laughed. "Fuck me a bit and get the feel of them."
Tom, it was wonderful!
As he fucked me, these balls moved around, first squeezing me and then squeezing him, it was sensational. He thought so too and shot his load too bloody quick for my liking. He was a good sport also and bent over the table afterwards and said to bring over a cue. I went to the rack and picked one and then broke it in half over the edge of the table and threw the narrow end to one side. He protested and begged me to use the narrow end that I'd discarded. I said no for it was to be the thick end. I spat on it to make it wet and then inserted it into his arsehole and pushed.
He yelled out as I pushed it in and he cried out for me to take it easy and managed to get about eight inches of it inside him before he hollered out that enough was enough. The effect of ramming this end of a pool cue up his arse was exhilarating, seeing him quiver there with this half of a cue up his arse and his own cock up hard and throbbing.
He moved to pull it out and I stopped him and said that he was to leave it there and fuck me again. I pulled him down to the floor and pulled his prick up to me and had him push himself inside me. What with the two balls there, his prick like iron and this broken cue sticking out from his arse, it must have looked comical but I couldn't stop coming for it just poured out of me such was the pleasure and thrill I got. That was a really great session. I've still got those balls and use them to liven up a partner now and then. Well it was not long after this that we left England."
Tom then remembered that the letter had a foreign stamp on the envelope but couldn't think of what country it had been from.
"We went by boat," the letter continued, "and I got to know a lot of how ships are run. Mostly by fornication. That's the genteel way of saying fucking. They were a randy lot from the captain down and the language of the seamen wasn't fit for the ears of the niece of a Duchess. I'll save the story of that ship for another letter except I must tell you this bit. Did you know that wireless operators are picked for the speed at which they can send out messages by the telegraph key? They're fantastic! One tapped out the whole of the national anthem on the bud of my clitoris in two minutes while I played on his horn pipe. It was great!
Well, anyway, we finally got there. (She never did say where but Tom came to the conclusion by the rest of the letter that she meant India.) We landed and were herded aboard a train and had a horrible journey inland. It was hot! It stank, and the bloody flies, well! Millions of them! There must have been one fly for every black and I think they all tried to board the train at the same time. The flies I mean. I wore as little clothing as I could though this didn't mean leaving much off with my aunt the Duchess around. But still, with the heat, I couldn't wear any undies which meant I then started to get flies coming up under my skirt. Bloody things, they must have been male flies and they drove me mad. I was damn glad when we finally got off of that train.
But that was only to transfer to a carriage drawn by what looked like the candidate for the next day's cooking pot. We were carried to some palace or other, a big sprawling place that was full of carvings and such like. Lots of servants about wearing white smock like jackets that came down to their knees, below which they had baggy white trousers and funny looking towels round their heads which I knew to be called turbans.
Mind you, they were very polite, always putting their hands up together before them as if in prayer before bowing their heads every time you spoke to them. I don't think there was a real man amongst them! I was really itching for one, especially after all those flies trying to have sex with me under my skirt. My brother hadn't come with us for he had been left behind in England and I wondered what he was doing for sex?
Well I was treated like a queen in this palace of the Rajah, or whatever he was, and me being there without a consort. There were so many servants about the place at all times that I couldn't even play with myself. A female servant even had a cot in my room with just a gauzy thing draped down to curtain her alcove off from my room space. When in bed, I only had to move slightly and she was there asking if I was uncomfortable or not and if there was anything she could get me? I felt like screaming that I wanted a big fucking cock! I was getting really desperate.
There was only one place I found that I could touch myself without them knowing and that was in the bath. Though this was a bath that you'd never imagine for it was a huge sunken thing in a room all of its own. There in the middle, all tiled and filled with lots of hot water and all kinds of bottles of scents and perfumes along the sides. The girls would undress me and I would walk down these steps, yes, steps, into this hot scented water and settle myself down with the water covering my shoulders.
I managed to knock one of these bottle off the edge into the water and hide it in my hand and while they let me soak for awhile, I would use this bottle, ramming it up into myself trying to imagine that it was some big cock that was fucking me but it wasn't any use. The place, the constant attendants, the furtiveness of it all made it impossible for me to come let alone get excited under these conditions.
Then after my soaking, two girls would get into this huge bath as well and begin to wash me. After this, I would be helped to stand by this pool, well it was big enough to swim in, and they would dry me with big massive towels. Then I would lie down on a table and have oils and scents rubbed into my body. This excited me when they rubbed my tits and the insides of my thighs but I still didn't get any relief. At least Mafeking got relieved but not me.
Well I did eventually.
The colonel of the garrison nearby sometimes visited the palace and I overheard that their annual regimental dinner was soon and he invited the Rajah, or whatever he was, to attend with his guests. My aunt, the Duchess, started to make her apologies but I jumped in quick and thanked the colonel very much and said that we would be delighted to come. I was going to come one way or another. Aunt protested but she got over-ruled for a change and soon the big night came. Was or was I not excited? I hadn't had a man for weeks let alone see a real one in the flesh for the same period of time.
It was a Scot's regiment and in spite of the heat, were still wearing full regimental mess kit. They must have been bloody uncomfortable in that humid atmosphere in spite of the ceiling fans being wafted backwards and forwards overhead. I put on the lowest neckline dress that I had and that was all, apart from my shoes. The evening was hot and in spite of this, I put on a shawl to cover my bare shoulders and also so that my aunt couldn't see just how low the neckline was and at how much tit I was showing. I took the shawl off when we arrived but it was then too late for her to say or do anything about it. I knew I would get it in the neck later when we would return to our apartment, but I didn't care for there were men there.
There must have been at least fifteen other women there, wives and what have you but I know that I was the prettiest. Aunt and I were escorted into a large room where everybody was gathering together for drinks before dinner would be announced. You could hear the gasps from these women when my low cut dress was seen as the air suddenly became electrified.
I became a magnet but one with two different poles. One attracting the men and the other repelled the women. I could see the women's heads getting together whilst looking at me knowing that it was I that was being discussed. There must have been around forty officers in that room and the whole time I was in there, I must have had at least half of them around all that time. My glass wasn't allowed to stay empty, and the questions! Heavens above! They never stopped coming and though some of them were suggestive, I couldn't really reply or take them up.
The room, when I got a chance to look around was quite colourful. The regimental battle flags were draped all over the walls, the men in their bright coloured jackets above their tartan kilts. It was a shock at first to see men dressed like this and showing off their knees but after several minutes it looked almost natural and went with the atmosphere of the place.
Somebody must have given out a signal that dinner was ready because everybody suddenly started shuffling about and ladies were being collected from their chairs around the walls. A red faced man stamped to attention in front of me, really startling me and stammered out that he was to be my escort into dinner. Captain something or another for I didn't quite catch it with his accent as he bowed first and then offered me his arm. It was so old fashioned that I nearly laughed but I played the game and I curtsied deeply, staying down longer than is proper so that he got a bloody good eyeful of my tits nearly falling out over his boots. I came up with a smile on my face and you should have seen his! I nearly spoilt it by laughing. It was redder than his tunic and I don't think he'd seen a proper woman for years. I had moved forward slightly when I came up from my curtsey for my tits were then almost under his nose as I turned and took his arm to let him lead me into dinner.
It was a sumptuous feast and I don't think I could put a name to any of the dishes that were served up. But before this, we were seated and a piper came in and paraded round the massively long table leading two waiters bearing a loaded tray that was eventually placed up near the top. Then everybody got stuck in to eat and all the time we were stuffing ourselves, two poor sods in that heat had to keep playing on their pipes. Funnily enough, it didn't sound so bad for I normally can't stand the wailing of them.
I was sat quite a way down the table for I was really a nobody. The Rajah, or whatever his name was, was at the top, the Duchess, my aunt, quite close to where he sat. Some old bag was on the other side of the captain that escorted me and was sitting on my right and I had a young subaltern seated to my left. I played the very devil with that young lad. In fact I had both of them in one hell of a state before dinner was halfway through, rubbing my legs against theirs etc.
The captain almost jumped out of his skin when I slid my hand into his lap and touched his cock. I'd put my hand under his kilt and sporran, you know, that funny furry lap bag they wear. Then I drew his hand to put it on the inside of my thigh. He had a problem eating as I held it there trapped between my legs. The young lad on my left would be telling his story for years I should think. I'd put my hand on his knee and slowly dragged my fingertips up his leg till his kilt was bunched up at his lap. His face was red as he reached out and clutched his wine glass.
I waited until he had a mouthful and then grabbed his prick! They don't wear anything under their kilts, well, not in that hot weather anyway. I grabbed his cock which was standing up to the salute and he choked on his wine as I expected. He spluttered it everywhere and tried to wipe his mouth with a napkin as he apologised to those at the table. There were smirks on the faces of the other officers having guessed by looking at my innocent face of what had happened beneath the table. The subaltern's face must have shown it as well, for, even though it was hot in the room, his face was pouring with sweat as I played with his cock. He wiped his face with his napkin, but the sweat continued to break out on his forehead and another officer passed him a clean one saying it looked as if he needed some relief. This lower end of the table which was nearly all men, exploded into laughter which caused the heads of those at the other end of the table to look down at us.
I brought his ordeal to an end by working my hand furiously till I felt the throbbing spasms as he shot his load out under the table. I passed him my napkin which he dabbed his lips with it first before whipping it down below the top of the table.
Thank you, he said, looking at me for the first time since I'd taken him in hand. My pleasure, I replied, giving him a sweet smile.
Dinner came to an end and we were treated to another round the table trip by the pipers before we were led back out into that other hall for some more drinks, though these being a bit more on the stronger side.
A space was cleared in the center of the floor and we were treated to a display of their sword dance or whatever it's called. You know, where they put down two swords crossed and then dance on almost tip toes between the blades. Stepping lightly over them and moving up and down in little hops. The dance I wanted was on a bed where the man moved in and out.
Drinks were going down fast and the party started getting rougher and some of the officers were now passing out. Standing there one minute and then keeling over the next, out cold onto the floor. There were cheers at this and some of them would grab the poor unfortunate by the heels and drag him away. Where they dumped them, I don't know.
The I spied my aunt giving out her goodbye speech and as I've seen it so often I was able to recognise it from the other end of the hall. Christ, I said to the captain, she's going already and the party's only just beginning. Get me out of here and tell her that I was feeling unwell and have already been taken home. He rapped out an order to someone and a small crowd of them hustled me out of sight into another room off of the big hall. Sweet memories Tom, for it was the billiards room. I clapped my hands in delight and one of the junior officers asked if I ever played billiards to which I said no but have often played another game in a billiard room.
Two officers came sliding into the room with their arms full of champagne bottles, big ones and not like the little things that they serve you in restaurants nowadays. Iced as well. Whiskey too had been brought in and these were opened also as champagne corks popped for the fizz to spew out over hands and glasses. A full glass was passed across to me and it was lovely and cold to the touch.
It's bloody hot in here, I cried out and poured the full glass down between my tits. They roared out loud with laughter at this as they slapped each other's backs. Some wag grabbed another bottle and poured it over another fellows head who then pretended he was under a shower and started rubbing the stuff under his arms. Everybody was laughing and drinking and a fresh glass was put into my hand which tasted good after the dinner wines. I saw one of the younger officer's whisper into the captain's ear and he came over to me wavering slightly.
All's clear ma-am. Your aunt muttered some threats but she has departed. Bugler! He called. Where's the bloody lad! A young ensign wavered up. Where's your bugle? I didn't bring it into the mess sir. Well pretend you have and sound the call to arms. The ensign was helped up onto a table where he wobbled a bit until he got his balance and put his fist to his mouth and trumpeted out the call to arms.
The other officers and there must have been about twenty of them in the long billiard room knew just what to do for there was a mad scurrying about as they pushed all the furniture up to the walls including the massive and heavy billiard table. With all the chairs and the like up around the walls it left a big clear space running the whole length of the room.
The champagne and whisky were placed on the massive mantle above the fire place and it must have been at least three feet wide. I also was helped up onto this ledge along with their glasses of drinks. A couple of hands had a quick feel of me as I was helped up there and a full glass of champagne was passed to me and as I reached down for it, one of my straps came loose and my tit on that side popped out of my dress front. A big roar went up as I struggled up onto my feet and pulled my arm free from the strap so that my arm was bare to my waist and this one tit standing out proud. I bent forward and dipped the nipple into my full glass and then raised up the glass and drank it straight down. The cheers rang out and the captain had to really shout to be heard to call them to order and shouted out to me what the name of the game they were about to play was called. But in the general hubbub, I didn't catch it.
The officers split up into two teams and a stuffed ball was thrown into the middle of the floor and it appeared that the idea was to get this ball down to the wall at the opposing end of the room. The men stripped of their jackets, those still wearing them, as they lined up at the wall at each end.
Will you give the word to start ma-am, the captain called out to me. What do the winners get? I asked. Nothing ma-am. Nonsense, I cried. There must be a prize, and I raised my voice to a shout. There will be a prize for the winners, and I put my hand up under my exposed tit and pushed it up. The prize for the winners, is, I gave a pause before I shouted out, Me! Now go!
With a great roar, the two sides hurled themselves forward and what a crashing sound they made when the met in the middle! My God, it was a battle royal! There were no rules that I could see as they just piled into one another. Fist and boots flying as they scrambled for this stuffed ball. A kilt came flying out from this melee. It was a wavering seething mass of bodies and limbs which suddenly shifted about halfway down the length of the room.
I was jumping up and down at the sight of all those big men fighting for me. My other shoulder strap came loose and the top half of my dress now fell down to my waist, the belt at my waist preventing it from falling down completely. Now both of my tits were out and bouncing about as I jumped up and down in the excitement of the fight and it must have distracted some of them because the whole mass of men suddenly moved again back towards the other end of the room. They came surging past me, trampling over those that had fallen in the first clash leaving two piles of bodies accounting for nearly half of those that had started.
The was a sudden flurry and the mob moved even closer to the wall and there were shouts of triumph as they got near but they were premature because with a rallying cry they were halted a few feet away from their goal. Those defending and with their backs almost up to the wall heaved and a tumbling mass came roaring down the room carrying along those that had staggered to their feet. Again, with a growing roar, they swept past me stumbling across bodies stretched out and hurled what was left of the opposing team into the far wall with a huge crash.
I was screaming with delight at seeing this magnificent charge and of the fighting as the stuffed ball was held up against the wall. The gallant captain who was in charge of the winners led what was left of his band to stand down there in front of me. I had refilled my glass and lifted it high, my breasts standing up high with my uplifted arm. A toast, I cried. A toast to the victors and a toast to the valiant losers. I drank it down and tossed the glass out to be caught by one of them as I spread my arms out wide. And for the victors, I cried, the prize, and I launched myself out at them off that wide mantle piece. They caught me before I hit the floor and lucky I was that they did for it was something I would never have done sober.
Seven men caught me for that was all that was left standing out of forty, well there were a couple of the losing side but they turned their attention to their wounded comrades. They also had the task of dragging the unconscious bodies out into the next room being told to fuck off to let the winners enjoy their prize.
I was in seventh heaven Tom, for weeks I'd dreamed of men and that night I had forty of them fighting for me and now I was left with the magnificent seven. When I had landed among them from my leap into their arms, they all had a good feel of my tits and now it was it was getting to the time for the pay off.
With the floor being cleared of the losers and unconscious winners, I was getting excited as they began to argue as to who was going to be the first to sample my favours, read that as getting to fuck me. The only thing they could agree on was that it should be me to make the choice of the order they would service me in. So I said how about some skill with billiard balls and there were a few groans at this as one said, what rank he was, you couldn't tell now as half of them had lost their shirts and two without kilts. He said that would mean the best player would win and be first.
Not with the game I've got in mind, I replied. This one you've never played before and anyone one of you can win. I'd remembered about the two little plastic balls and thought a variation on this would be a good idea for the contest.
Fetch out a flat table, I cried, and put one end against the wall. They quickly dragged one over and rammed it against a wall and it was perfect for it was about six foot by four wide. Fine, I said, help me up, and so they got me up onto the table and I stood there with my hands on my hips, my tits up and proud for them to see. Now each get a coloured billiard ball for themselves and two white ones for me. I knew my billiards and that there are seven colours including red but excluding the white so that they would all have a different one. They came back with them. Now, I said, colour by rank. Black to the senior, pink to the next and so on and I'll have the two white ones. They soon sorted out their ranks and colours and stood waiting for my next order.
Now that you gentlemen have balls, and when the roaring laughter subsided, I carried on speaking. Let's have something to shoot the balls with. One officer started to move over to the cue rack on another wall. Stupid fucker I shouted out at him. You've got your own fucking cues between your legs. I hope, I added.
They shouted and laughed and the kilts came off those that were still wearing them for me to see that their cock cues were at the ready. There was laughter among them and shouting at each other. Hey Jock, your cues bent. It'll go round corners! They laughed and made fun of each other until I held up my arms. Now you can see the pocket to aim at, I said as I undid the belt at my waist and let my dress fall to my feet and kicked it away and opened my legs wide for them see. There were cries of delight as I moved to the back end of the table and sat down with my back to the wall and spread my legs wide apart for them to see my sex. They could see it quite clearly for I knew that the lips were wide open and would be glistening for I was already wet in the anticipation of very shortly being fucked by all seven of them. I dare not touch myself for I knew I would have come there and then and made a mess of the table and the balls would probably have got stuck.
Well I placed the two white balls in line about a foot away from the target and about six inches apart. Now, I cried, Black first and you mustn't hit the white balls but must sail straight in but can bounce off my legs. No hands remember, it's your prick that are the cues.
It was hilarious. The captain put his black ball down on the edge of the table, his prick up hard and jutting out from his thighs. He put the tip of it close to the ball and eased his bum back and then thrust forward and struck the ball. It moved up the table but at an angle and didn't even reach my legs before falling off the edge of the table. The others howled their delight as the pink ball was placed down. This man was so excited that when he thrust his hips forward, he didn't hit the ball at all but stubbed the end of his prick against the table's edge. The jolt to the table made the ball roll sideways and fell as he howled with the pain as the others howled with laughter. I cried out that if a ball stayed on the table, it was to remain where it finished up.
The blue only just reached the side of my leg and the green did well but touched a white ball and rolled next to the blue. The brown scarcely moved off the line and it sure was a funny sight to see these upholders of the British Empire using their cocks to bat balls down a table at a nice juicy fanny. The yellow rolled halfway down and stopped and it was left to a young subaltern I think with the red ball. There were four balls on the table when his prick hit the red one and sent it up the table at an angle. It hit the yellow and rolled off the edge, but the yellow ball kept rolling and neatly passed the two white balls and gently kissed my lips.
Groans met this result from the losers while the winner jumped with joy, his cock really bouncing and hoped that the violent movement wouldn't start him coming before I'd had it inside me. He wasn't a tall lad but his cock was big enough for me and I jumped off the table and threw my arms round his neck. Now sort out the order as I get to give the winner his prize of being the first one of you to fuck me. You won't be disappointed for I've got lots of time to make up by missing such fine cocks as yours.
I had a ball Tom, or should I say a lot of balls smacking my arse that night as I dragged the young man to a sofa off to one side. I'll only describe the first one as the rest that followed was just fuck, fuck, fuck and more fucking fucking. We pulled the cushions onto the floor and I fell on them on my back and opened my legs wide to take the first one. My arse was up on two cushions so that my sex was wide open for them all to see and was just waiting and almost begging to be filled with a big erection. God, did I need it. I had a burning itch deep within myself and after the excitement of them men fighting and then the ball game, well I was then more than ready.
I pulled him down so that he dropped between my legs, his prick standing out fearlessly in front of him. Now, I begged and pulled him down onto me and felt his big cock slide up the juices that were already seeping out of me and felt him slide in and fill me with what I had been waiting so long for. I was so wet he slid in without a tremor and I was transported to heaven and clamped him tight with my legs as he began to move and fuck me. My cunny was like Mother Nature in abhorring a vacuum and welcomed that thick throbbing prick inside my empty cavern and urged him on to fill me with his seed.
I savaged him, that first one. I bit and clawed him and drove him wild so great was my need. We were oblivious of the other six watching and urging us on as we churned around on the cushions. I felt his cock began to expand and he came inside me as if in flood as he pumped his hips tight up to me, grinding himself against me. It had only taken him a minute or so and I gave out a small cry as he pulled out but he was quickly replaced by the next in line to fill me again as I begged for my release. To spend the energy that had been building up for the last few weeks and it was this second prick that opened the flood gates for me. I came with such force and abandonment that I thrashed about with a delirious joy, oh the ecstasy of the relief and freedom I felt then. My head was whirling as in some fantastic dream. I had pricks as hard as iron everywhere, inside me, touching me, surrounding me. Everywhere I turned my head I could see the men standing or kneeling down around me holding their cocks. Big ones, short ones, fat ones and thin ones, some straight and some crooked. All standing out in homage to me with the balls hanging below them. Balls! I was also seeing balls everywhere and all different colours and of different sizes.
I think at one stage I pleased five men at once for I seemed to recall lying back on one man who had his cock up my arse. Another was between my legs fucking me up the front and with my head to one side, I had this red haired man's prick in my mouth. With my arms flung back, I had a prick in each hand and we all moved together. I believe I had an orgasm as one came inside my cunny as the other shot his load up my backside. My mouth was filled with the semen of the red haired one and I had the other two send their coming all over my face and arms.
What a night that was! How many I had and how many times I came, I just cannot remember, but it was a night I'll never forget. I think that there were only three men left standing when we finally came to a finish as it was almost dawn.
They found my dress for me and fortunately found that I hadn't torn it and they helped me into it, still touching me up the randy bastards. With the last one pushing my tits back inside I was almost ready to strip off again, but they said that they had to get me back to the palace before it was light. The three of them managed to find uniforms of sorts to wear and they escorted me back.
I managed to get back to my apartments where the servants ran around like wild things coming back so late with it now being daylight as I must have looked like a really fucked whore. They twitted around and got me undressed and into that bloody great pool they call a bath where they washed and scrubbed me, hair and all. Then out and was dried and bustled over to a couch and made to lie down and they began to massage me all over. Oils, creams and sweet smelling lotions two of them worked into my skin while another two worked on my hair.
I found out that they had covered up for me when my aunt had got back by saying that I had retired for the night, not feeling too well and was not to be disturbed until the morning. Now they were trying their best to make me look as though I had spent the whole night sleeping and looking refreshed from the rest.
Well they succeeded with my outward appearance for my aunt looked in shortly after they had finished and was just being served up with some breakfast. She enquired if I had slept well and if I was feeling better now, saying that I looked better for the early night's sleep. I really felt lousy. The sexual relief and feeling had passed after the servants pounding and pummelling just leaving me with the after taste of wine and champagne taken to excess. My aunt said that she was pleased that I was now feeling better because a special guest was expected to visit the palace and we were to look our best that evening when he was due to arrive.
The palace was in an uproar all day in making preparations for the visitor. I didn't know who was coming and I didn't bother to ask for I was just thankful that nobody bothered me and I was able to disappear for some time to catch up on my beauty sleep.