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Part Three.
AFTER
Shit,' Richard swore from down in the hole he had just dug in the garden. He threw the shovel up onto the pile of dirt and climbed out himself. Of all this fucking garden, I had to pick here! Here where there just happens to be a bomb. It's obvious we can't bury him here. They're going to dig up this whole bloody garden when we tell then. Come on Julie,' he said as he gave her another booted kick. `Where else can we put him?'
Julie looked up from the ground where she was sitting next to David's body rolled up in the blanket.
`What?' she asked, looking at him rather blankly. Her eyes red, her cheeks smeared with dirt from where she had tried to brush away the tears.
Where the fuck can we bury him?' his voice had started to rise so he lowered it into a snarling whisper. Where else is there?'
`The garden,' she answered listlessly.
`We're in the bloody garden now you stupid bitch!' he hissed.
`The other one. The Garden of Remembrance. Over there,' she pointed. 'They won't look for him there.'
`Brilliant. Stay here while I start another damn hole.' He picked up the shovel and moved off into the darkness. He selected a spot about six feet off the path that had a large boulder by it. Appropriate, he thought. That would make a fine headstone for his dear departed brother. He set to work and after an hour, drenched in sweat, was satisfied that it was deep enough. Leaving the shovel, he returned to the hotel's garden to find that Julie was still in the same position as he had left her.
He roughly pulled her upright and pushed one end of the blanket into her hand. `Now pull it with me.'
It didn't take long for them to drag the body from one garden to the other and for him to unceremoniously roll it into the hole, blanket as well. Julie stood there, eyes blankly watching as Richard quickly filled the grave, smoothing off the surface when he'd finished.
He took her arm and led her back to the hotel, throwing the shovel towards the hole with the bomb in it. They went upstairs and into the bedroom, but she froze when he tried to pull her into the bathroom. She could still see the blood on the floor and upon the tiled wall. He saw the reason for her freezing up and pushed her down into a chair.
`Sit there while I clean up the mess you made,' and pulling the sheets off the bed, went in and started mopping up the blood. Half an hour, four sheets, a blanket and many towels later, the bathroom was clean enough to drag Julie in. The bath was already filled with hot water, so he stripped Julie of the now really filthy bathrobe, and forced her into the water. She gave a sigh as the water started to warm her, sinking down till it reached her throat. She then shot up sharply as water was poured over her head.
Relax,' Richard said, pouring shampoo onto her head and starting to massage it into her scalp. Your hair has...it's...er, dirty.' He worked the shampoo up into a lather and then rinsed it off. He rubbed her hair somewhat dry before throwing a bar of soap into the water. `Now wash yourself while I use the shower.'
He stripped off his dirty clothes and added them to the pile of soiled linen that he would burn in the incinerator in the morning. He turned the water on full and quickly washed off the sweat and grime from the past few hours work.
He dried himself and wrapped a towel round his middle before pulling the plug out from the bath, and then heaved her up to her feet and out of the bath. She stood there as he dried her on a fresh towel, taking his time over her breasts and between her thighs. Dropping the towel on the floor, he led her into the bedroom and helped her into bed. She suddenly roused up when he got into bed with her.
`Richard! What the hell do you think you are doing?' she cried indignantly.
Getting into bed with my wife,' he said, suddenly gripping her by the throat with one hand. David is dead, remember? You killed him and we buried him. So to prevent my hand being the hangman's rope, we've got to be man and wife for the people to see, and I see that as being a twenty four hour a day job.'
His hand now sliding down and grasping a breast. He squeezed it, making her wince. Leaning over closer, he whispered in her ear,
`So drop the Richard and think of me as David. Remember what I said earlier? What once was his, is now mine. Including this.'
His hand now went lower and his fingers twisted into her pubic hair. He then rolled over on top of her, his erection digging into her belly, his knee parting her legs so that he could move in between them. He kissed her cheek and throat as he pushed up to her.
Dry as she was, he forced his penis into her, pushing very hard, hurting her as he rammed himself in as tight as he could. Julie now wept for her dead husband as his brother now took over, only it was fucking now where it had been loving before. The face above her was still the same and yet she could see the horror on the face as the wide gap opened up beneath his chin as the blood spewed out. She started to sob violently as Richard, now to be known as David, her husband, egged on by her jerking body, came in his own shuddering way, implanting seeds into her that shortly would find the eggs to fertilise.
Spent, he rolled off of her and was soon asleep, leaving her to curl up in a ball to sob away the short hours left till daylight. He came awake with a jerk and was somewhat panicky when he found the bed empty of Julie. He shot out of bed, but relaxed when he heard her voice speaking softly to the baby. He looked round the corner of the door to see Julie changing the nappy of Carol.
With a sigh of relief, he quickly got dressed and went downstairs and out into the garden. He wanted people to see him digging the hole where the bomb was. He pottered about in it, smoking a cigarette, throwing out the odd shovel of soil. After an hour, he climbed out and entered the kitchen.
The baby was in a high chair and Julie was making breakfast for the guests. The door to the dining room swung open and a young girl came sailing in.
Good morning Mr. Collins,' she said, and he saw Julie's back suddenly stiffen. I saw you digging in the garden. Would you like a cup of tea?'
`Er, good morning...er...yes. Yes please,' and sat himself down at the kitchen table next to the baby.
There we are Mr. Collins,' said Amy, putting the teacup down in front of him. Digging for gold was we?'
No...er...no. er...I...' he took a sip of tea. I ...I thought of, of doing, no, putting in a water feature. That's it. A fountain or something. I haven't really decided yet.'
Amy,' said Julie sharply. take these in before they get cold,' handing her two laden plates.
Julie gave him a hard look as Amy left the kitchen. She picked up a small piece of buttered bread and dipped it into a boiled egg and put the yellowy bread into Carol's little fist for her to suck on.
`Do I get any breakfast...darling?' he enquired.
Julie turned away to the stove and cracked an egg into the frying pan. With some bacon and fried bread with the egg on top, she wordlessly placed the plate in front of him.
With it finished, he pushed the empty plate away, and copying Julie, didn't say a word as he left and went back to the hole in the garden. To add verisimilitude to what he had told Amy, he spent the next two hours widening the hole.
Satisfied with his efforts, he returned to the hotel and giving a wink to Julie as he passed, went into the office and picked up the phone. Within twenty minutes, an army jeep pulled up outside, followed by a police car and an army truck. Richard met the two army officers and took them round to the garden. One climbed down into the hole and nodded confirmation to the other officer, who then told Richard that the hotel had to be evacuated. A bus was on its way to take everybody to a place of safety, while the soldiers disposed of the bomb.
Julie and the two girls got what few guests that were in the hotel at the time, out of their rooms and down to the bus. The policemen were knocking at the doors of the houses in the immediate vicinity, getting them to the bus as well. Some soldiers cordoned off the road while others took various pieces of equipment round into the back garden.
Richard had meanwhile explained to the senior officer why he had been digging there in the garden, and as soon as he'd seen that it was a bomb, had called them instantly.
It didn't take them long to disarm the bomb, but took them all afternoon to dig it out and get it into the truck. The last part of daylight was spent doing a sweep of the area with mine detectors, and as night fell, the area was declared safe and everyone could return to the hotel and homes.
Everybody had been given a light lunch by the army, but back in the hotel, Richard announced that because of the inconvenience that day to the guests, dinner, with a small glass of wine, would be on the house in celebration of the bomb's removal.
With the guests all now in their rooms, Richard locked the doors and followed Julie up to their bedroom. She went straight through into the baby's room to make sure she was tucked up for the night, whilst Richard quickly got undressed and got into bed. Julie came back and picked up her nightgown and started to go towards the bathroom.
`Where are you going?' he asked of her.
`To get undressed,' she replied. Richard sprang out of bed and grabbed her arm. Pulling her back to the centre of the room.
`Here is where you get undressed, and you don't need this,' he said, tearing the nightgown from her hand and throwing it to one side. He then sat on the end of the bed to watch her.
Self conscious and red in the face, she slowly undressed. His eyes watching every move as she revealed her body to his gaze. She could see that he was getting a hard on as her still heavy breasts came free from their restraint and swung pendulously as she bent her body forward to finish with her undressing. He was breathing heavily when she'd finished and stood before him. His cock was sticking out hard and firm, twitching and gently moving up and down with every breath he took.
They looked at each other for a few moments before he beckoned her closer as he stood up and the tip of his cock brushed her stomach. He put his hands on her shoulders and, using his strength and weight, pressed down hard till her knees had to give way, and she was down on her knees before him. Her eyes were fixed on that bouncing weapon, so similar to David's, and yet...Her head snapped back as his hand pulled her hair back. This action caused her mouth to open wide as he moved in closer and with his other hand, pushed it in.
`Now suck on it. We suck before we fuck, so get used to it.'
He took his hand from her hair and the other off his cock and placed both hands either side of her temples and squeezed, holding her very tight as he moved her head back and forth on his erection. His smell, his taste was the same as that of his brother. She kept her eyes closed and tried to imagine that it was David that she had in her mouth.
On one thrust forward, he bruised the back of her throat and as she choked, her teeth scraped the side of his shaft. Her head exploded into stars as she fell back onto the carpet from the stinging slap to the side of her head.
`Control it you bitch! Now lick it better.' She tried to do as she had been told, to lick the side where her teeth had caught it, but it kept moving and slapping the side of her face.
`Aw fer Christ's sake! Get up,' he said as he pulled her hair to lift her up and turn her round to push her back onto the bed. He followed her and pushing her legs apart, moved in between them and entered her.
Oh David, David, David, she cried to herself as Richard pushed hard and roughly as he fucked her. In spite of herself, her body was responding to the rhythmic movements he was making. Her insides started to lubricate him, making the passage of his cock smoother and softer, but not undoing the hardness that her vaginal muscles were trying in vain to grasp.
A tremor went through her as she orgasmed, but it went un-noticed by him as he was reaching his own peak, body going rigid as he grunted. His hips thrusting faster as he spurted his semen into her. As with the night before, breathing heavily, he rolled off of her and went to sleep almost immediately. Julie lay there dry eyed, her mind in a turmoil. She fingered her wetness, remembering the thickness of the man next to her, and could only name one difference between them if you dismissed the small limp. David had been gentle, whereas Richard was violent. In all other respects they were as identical as ever twins could be.
What can I do, she thought? David gave me such delight when he taught me about the joys of sex. So much so that I need it as much as the air I breathe. He's gone but Richard is here, and as lusty as David, but it's wrong! Oh what can I do? With these thought at a turmoil in her head, she fell asleep, her finger still in place.
Days went into weeks and then months. The hotel routine never varied, only the guests. Young lovers having their last fling before the men went off to war. Serving officers seeking a change from army quarters. Travelling salesmen and passing trade directed to them by loyal townsfolk.
Julie was becoming used to the demanding Richard at night in the bedroom. The ritual was usually the same, whether he was standing still or lying down, she had to take him in her mouth first, sucking and licking and generally to behave as though his phallus was an object of worship. He would occasionally turn her round to the sixty nine position and then come in her mouth. As with David, she loved to swallow the semen that was shot into her mouth, to lick a penis as it oozed out, massaging the sacs, gently squeezing out the last drops. The only sex they had that was distasteful was when he took her anally. He did this twice and understood when she refused to suck on him afterwards.
It was two months after David's death and three when she was certain that she was again pregnant. She knew it could only be Richard's child inside her and it was another month before she told him.
He was ecstatic. That was one of the few nights he didn't press his attentions on her. He was too drunk. He also refrained from the physical abuse to which she was grateful.
She carried on with her duties in the hotel, but gradually relinquished them as her time got nearer. Carol's first birthday was celebrated in the dining room, much to the guests amusement, some of them giving her gifts, those that knew in advance. Mrs Wilkes, who was staying for just a few days before going abroad to join her husband, gave a lovely little china doll which Carol clutched to her small chest in imitation of her mother. Julie remarked next morning to Amy that she hadn't seen Mrs Wilkes at breakfast.
`No. Agnes said that her room was empty this morning, and when she asked Mr. Collins, he had said that she had checked out early before we came on duty,' was Amy's reply.
Julie checked the register that she normally saw to and it was there in Richard's writing. Shrugging her shoulders, thinking that she must be far away on her journey by now, closed the book and forgot about her.
But Mrs Wilkes hadn't gone very far that morning. Just a matter of yards in fact. Buried near David where Richard had put her after killing her in a sexual fury.
He'd been drinking heavily after dinner, staying down in the bar after Julie had gone to bed. Mrs Wilkes was down there, laughing at his innuendoes but rebuffing him at the same time. She eventually went upstairs to bed leaving Richard stewing over his failure to get her to invite him to join her upstairs. After several more drinks, strong ones at that, he decided that he wasn't going to be denied. Her room was closer than his and Julie's, so Mrs Wilkes it was to be.
He burst into the room and was on top of her before she had time to react. He was stripping off his clothes as he wrestled the bedclothes and her nightgown. Being punched in the stomach prevented her from shouting out, or stopping him from tearing her negligee apart allowing him access to her body.
As he penetrated her, he stuffed the torn end of her negligee into her mouth to stifle her cries as he raped her. Her struggles excited him, goading him to plunge as deep into her as he could. Grinding his pelvis hard up against hers as he came. Panting heavily into her shoulder, he was breathing in more alcoholic fumes than oxygen, so he passed out.
A few hours later, he woke up, still on top of Mrs Wilkes. His penis no longer inside her, but limp between her thighs. He rolled off but she didn't move. He nudged her with his elbow without any response, feeling a slight rising of panic as he saw the colour of her face.
He quickly pulled out the sodden gag and tried to revive her, to no avail. It didn't take much time to reach a decision, so after quickly dressing, he was soon in the Garden of Remembrance, digging another hole. Using a spare blanket from the linen cupboard, he wrapped her up, carried her down and buried her close to David.
With the hole filled and smoothed over, he returned the blanket, cleaned himself up in her room before quietly letting himself into his own room, moving softly into bed so as not to awaken Julie. He didn't dare go to sleep because he still had to clear the room and dispose of her things.
This he did when daylight started to filter through the curtains. All her clothes etc, he collected together and threw them into the boiler room incinerator. He even burnt the bill he had made to her. Payment for her stay was paid in cash which he had taken from her purse to put in the till, the rest going into his pocket.
She wasn't missed by anyone, except by her husband, but he assumed that she drowned, because she wasn't among the survivors of the ship she was supposed to have been on, got sunk in the Indian Ocean.
Three weeks after Carol's birthday, Julie went into labour. Amy and Agnes fussed around her, seeing that she had her suitcase and promising to look after Carol and the hotel while she was in the hospital. Richard stayed with Julie as long as possible before they turned him out to wait in the corridor. Two hours later he was told that he was the father of twins. A boy and a girl, and was allowed in to see them and Julie. He kissed her first and then fussed over the two bassinets, pleased as punch. Julie was that exhausted that she didn't really notice that he was more interested in the babies than he was in her. He wasn't allowed to stay, and just given enough time to kiss Julie again, promising to be back the next day.
He celebrated in the local pub for several hours before making his way back to the hotel. He went straight up to the bedroom and took a shower. When he was finished, he reached for a towel but didn't find one. Angry and wet, he went into the bedroom and shouted down the phone that someone had better bring up some towels damn quick.
He went back into the bathroom and started to shave himself. Halfway through, he heard a knocking at the bedroom door. He shouted for them to come in as he continued with his shaving. He heard the outer door open and close and then a timid knock at the open bathroom door and a hand came round the corner, holding out a towel.
He grasped the wrist and pulled Agnes into the bathroom, closing the door when she was inside. One glance at his naked body, she put her head down and her face went bright red.
`Why were there no towels in here?' he demanded.
`I...I...forgot in the excitement sir,' she stammered, her head still lowered, her eyes fixed at looking at the floor. She could just see his bare feet, and when she saw them start to move towards her, she moved back till she was up against the shower cubicle. His hand suddenly caught her chin and forced her head up so that he could look into her eyes.
Why, it's Agnes, isn't it?' his eyes burning holes into hers. Why are you blushing? Never seen a naked man before?' She shook her head, keeping her eyes on his and not daring to look down. `Well now's your chance. Have a good look. You might like what you see.'
She stood there mesmerised like a rabbit before a cobra, her eyes locked with his, till a stinging slap to the cheek broke the contact. She dropped the towel as her hand went up to hold her cheek and her eyes involuntary went down and saw his erection. She gasped and her eyes went wide. She'd ever only seen a little boy's once before and remembered at how small it had been. Now to see this huge, fully grown man's erect cock right in front of her was a shock.
`Come now Agnes, it won't bite you. It'll just tickle you when it's in the right place. Put your hand on it. Feel it. Feel how hard it is. Come on, touch it.' Her eyes flicked up to his. Frightened eyes that sent another surge of blood up to his already engorged penis.
Agnes,' he said softly, If I was to slap you with this other hand, you would have a problem.' her eyes went from his half shaven face to his other hand to see that it still held the open razor in it. Her mouth was so dry she couldn't swallow, but stood there trembling, paralysed with fear. Touch it, just touch it her mind screamed at her, it won't bite, but she couldn't move. That is until she saw a movement of his right hand, the one that held the razor.
That broke the spell and she hesitantly moved forward and reached out her hand and let her fingers rest on his shaft. She could feel the heat emanating from it.
`Now hold it. Grasp it in your little hand,' he rasped. Her hand closed round it, holding it firm and was surprised when he moved slightly that the hard flesh moved under the soft skin.
Now move in closer and move your hand up and down on it,' he said in a soft voice. Just feel how easily it moves. That's how it moves when it's inside you.' He pulled himself out of her grasp and then gestured at her with the razor. `Now take those clothes off,' he said, his voice now thick and harsh and full of menace. Another wave of the razor was enough for her to start, with trembling fingers, to start undressing in front of him. Each piece of clothing was dropped to floor unnoticed by him as her young body was revealed to him until she finally stood naked before him.
The throbbing of his erection was starting to hurt him, so he put the razor down on the shelf and wiped his face, dropping the towel on the floor as he moved towards her. His eyes raked her body, seeing the young breasts moving up and down to her shallow breathing. The flat stomach with its small bush below at the joining of her legs.
He backed her up to the wall and kicked her legs apart as he put his knees in between as he lifted her up, and then lowered her down onto him. Tear came to her eyes as he roughly entered her, rupturing her hymen with a swift stab of pain as she became impaled on him. Roused as he was and the fact that she was, or had been, a virgin, accelerated his hormones, and crushing her to the wall, he let loose and fucked her till he came, emptying himself into her. She was silently crying as her body shook with his final spasms and he let her down as he pulled out. He picked up the towel and wiped his wet and slightly bloody cock before dropping it back onto the floor.
Clean yourself up and get dressed,' he said, opening the bathroom door and turning back to her, and don't,' wagging a finger at her, `say a bloody word about this to anyone. D'yer hear?' She nodded as he left, standing there as a small trail of blood trickled down the inside of her leg, along with traces of his semen. Slowly she moved off the wall, her back making a sucking sound as her sweaty back came free from the tiles. She picked up a flannel from the bath and ran it under a tap to make it wet. She first wiped her tear streaked face and then used it to clean herself between her thighs and legs.
The only towel in the bathroom was the one he had used as she had dropped the others when he had pulled her through the door. She didn't want to go through there until she was dressed, so she had to make do with the dirty one.
She was dressed before she opened the door and then it was only a crack to see if he was waiting outside to pounce. The bedside lamp was on and he was in bed, his eyes closed. She couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. Taking no chances, she tip toed out and round to the bedroom door, keeping her eyes on him all the time. She opened it very carefully and sidled out, closing it softly before she turned and fled upstairs to her own room where she cried for the rest of the night.
Next day, Richard went and visited Julie and the twins at the hospital. During this visit, he seemed to spend more time looking at the twins than at her, but to that, she had no objection and was glad when he left, promising to see the Registrar to record their birth.
Before the clerk, he gave the names as Patrick Roscoe Collins and Nancy Megan Collins, and then signed the certificate with a flourish as David Roscoe Collins. Taking his copy, he left for the nearest pub to celebrate all over again.
Lunch was over by the time he returned to the hotel. He saw Amy cleaning up the dining room and asked her where Agnes was.
`Oh, she wasn't feeling very well, so I told her that I would see to everything and told her to go to bed,' she smiled sweetly.
`Where's Carol then? Who's looking after her?' he asked.
`She's here. In the office. We brought the playpen down. Look.'
He looked into the office and the child looked up and gurgled when she saw them.
Well that's okay then,' Richard said. Mrs Collins and the twins are okay and doing fine. And she sends her regards and hopes that we are coping without her.'
`Oh thank you Mr. Collins. Yes we sure are coping,' Amy gushed.
`Well that's good, because I need to take a nap. Please, do not disturb me,' he said with a grin, going upstairs. But he carried on past his floor, going up to the staff quarters, just below the attics. He paused before opening the door to Agnes' room and going inside. He saw she was still sleeping as he approached the bed, but still went and sat down on the edge of it. Her eyes flew open as the bed moved with his weight. A frightened look sprang into them as she saw who it was.
There there my dear,' he said as soothingly as possible, his hand smoothing her brow. Amy said you were unwell. Now we know that isn't true, don't we?' His hand was now stroking her face. Last night I frightened you, for which I apologise and I would like to make it up to you.' His hand now was pulling down the covers from her. First take of this ridiculous nightgown.'
He pulled her upright and lifted the gown up over her head, letting her fall back naked on the bed. Her eyes still frightened, looking up at him as she watched as he stood up and took off his own clothing till he was also naked and standing by the side of the bed. He finally moved and got onto the bed to lay down beside her and began to stroke her face.
`How old are you Agnes?' he asked, his hand gently soothing.
`Eighteen last month,' she whispered.
`I again apologise for last night. I didn't realise you were a virgin. This is how you should have been treated.' His hand had moved to begin caressing her breasts before it moved down to her bush. He leaned over and kissed her as he inserted a finger into her. In the cramped confines of her bed, he made love to her. His finger teasing and titillating caused her body to respond and was soon returning his kisses as he frigged her. Her body started to move against his as she started to feel a passion she had never felt before. His wet fingers told him she was ready, so he rolled on top and slid into her. As he said, he was gentle as he slowly fucked her, resulting with her experiencing her first orgasm.
She clutched at him as he withdrew, trying to keep him inside her, feeling the emptiness as he got off the bed.
`Don't go,' was the plaintive little cry she gave as he started to dress. He bent and kissed her.
Come to my room at midnight,' he whispered. Give me a little time to get my strength back.' He quickly left the room and went to his own and falling onto the bed, was soon asleep. It was evening when he awoke and glancing at the clock, saw that he still had time for dinner.
As he finished his meal, he asked Amy to look after Carol in her room till Julie came home, to which she readily agreed. He let Amy finish clearing up the dining room while he sat in the bar till the last guests retired for the night. He then made sure that all the doors were locked before he went up to his own room. He noted with satisfaction that it was only just after eleven o'clock, so he had a shower and settled on the bed to wait for midnight, certain that Agnes would turn up. At two minutes past the hour, there was a timid knock at the door. He called out to enter and Agnes slipped inside the door, closing and locking it behind her.
Come here girl,' he asked and she walked across to the bed, stopping by the side of it. She was wearing a thin plaid dressing gown and quite old by the look of it. Take it off,' he said in the same soft voice, throwing back the bedclothes, showing his nakedness. She opened her gown and let it drop from her shoulders. She was learning already because she too was naked. She watched the effect it caused, seeing his penis start to swell and thicken across his thigh. He gestured to the space by him so she moved and lay down beside him. She still trembled as she lie there waiting for him to make the first move.
I asked you to come here because there is more room for me to make love properly to you.' He put his hand under her breast, feeling the heart pounding away. Relax,' he said, moving his hand down her body as he started to kiss her. Starting at her forehead, he slowly worked his way down, kissing her trembling flesh, moving his own body over hers as he went lower down. She felt his erection brushing her with every movement. She imagined she felt little jolts of electricity every time it touched her.
Then he was between her legs, his tongue probing, his teeth nibbling and she came alight, alive. A sudden heat started in her loins and spread quickly up to her belly, her pulse beginning to race and her insides contracting and expanding with every beat of her heart.
How was it she queried of herself? She had been a virgin two days previously and had never touched a man's thing. Now she was suddenly craving for him to put that big thing inside her. To ram it in as hard as he could, to, blushing inwardly as she had never used the word before, to fuck her.
As her body was reaching towards an orgasm, she reached out, clawing at his arms to pull him up and frantically grabbing his hardness, helped to slide it up that silken passage, filling her completely. But it still wasn't enough. She bucked and thrashed beneath him till she finally orgasmed, choking out a scream as the dam broke and flooded her body with mind blowing explosions of ecstasy.
Richard grinned down at her twisting features as she came, finding it very hard to hold back his own release. He kept pumping away at her, trying to keep up to her rhythm. He held himself rigid as she spent herself on his prick, fighting the urge to let go, but managed to hold on for what he wanted to do next.
He waited, still inside her till she had calmed down and looked up at him with adoring eyes. Then he pulled out, enjoying the sudden dismay on her face as he knelt up between her legs.
Now it's your turn,' he said, also enjoying the quizzical look that now crossed her face. He pointed to his erection sticking out in front of him, glistening with her juices. Your turn to suck on me.' A bewildered look crossed her face.
`What?'
He leaned down and pulled the top of her hair, forcing her to sit up, his erection now pushed up tight against her breasts.
`I said that it's your turn to suck me!' His voice now harsh and with an edge to it. He slipped off the end of the bed so that he was standing, but not letting go of her hair, pulling her over into a kneeling position on the bed in front of him. Now her face was on a level with that bobbing, glistening cock, her eyes watching it as it moved to his other body movements.
Now you will take it into your mouth,' he said gently, or I will twist the hair right out of your head.'
With tears in her eyes, she slowly opened her mouth and let him push it in till it touched the back of her throat, making her cough and he drew back slightly.
`Now suck it like you would a lollipop.'
Her lips closed round his penis, her teeth resting lightly on the skin as he slowly moved it in and out of her mouth. She breathed deeply through her nose, inhaling his smell as well as that of her own excretions. These she could also taste as he slowly face fucked her. Both hands holding her head as he worked his cock back and forth between her lips.
She started to choke again as his sperm shot into her mouth and throat, swallowing with difficulty as it came spewing from the eye of his cock. Only when he had finished coming did he let go of her hair so that she could pull back, letting his penis spring free from her mouth. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she fell back onto her haunches, a bewildered look still on her face.
`I didn't like that,' she said.
Get used to it,' he growled. I like to be sucked before I fuck, and if you're very nice, I might even let you suck my balls.'
`But I don't want to...' The slap alongside her head knocked her off the bed and she sprawled on the floor. He moved to stand in front of her, hands on hips, his penis still erect and it looked huge as she squinted up at him, a hand to her singing head.
Up on your knees. Move!' as he gave her a kick in the ribs. You'll do as you are told or you'll be out on the street as you are, naked! Now suck it goodnight!'
As he started to raise his hand again, she quickly came up onto her knees and taking his erection in both hands, took him into her mouth again and started to suck avidly. After a few minutes, he pulled back and watched the saliva run down her chin.
`Okay. That's enough for tonight. Get to bed as you've got to make up time for today.' He then got into bed and watched as she got up and retrieved her dressing gown, put it on and leave the room.
Next day he visited Julie, again it was only for a brief while. This time he had stopped on the way to buy a small bunch of flowers, the gesture touched her. He also proudly showed her the birth certificates, and though she liked the names, wished that he'd at least asked her opinion.
He didn't stop in the pub this time, which was lucky, because he had only been back in the hotel ten minutes when two military policemen walked in. He was behind the desk when they entered and asked to speak to Mr. David Collins.
You're speaking to him,' Richard replied, butterflies churning his stomach. How can I help you?'
`When did you last see your brother, Richard Collins?' the bigger of the two asked.
`Richard? Why?' he countered.
`We'll tell you after you've answered the question Mr. Collins,' was the tired reply.
`Oh. That would have been at my wedding. He was best man. Did a good job too. Stayed a couple of days and then went back to his unit. Why?'
`Mr. Collins! When did you get married?'
`October the 11th. Last year.'
`And he left a couple of days later?'
That's right,' Richard said, keeping his hands on the desk top to keep them from trembling. Why?'
`He was supposed to have joined a new unit on the 20th of that month, but he didn't show up. He's been posted AWOL.' The M.P. said.
`But that's nearly ten months ago,' Richard said, putting on an incredulous expression.
`True, but with a paperwork mix up, it wasn't discovered until three months ago. We know he travelled to London, but that's all. You are listed as next of kin, care of the airfield just outside of town. They told us that you were invalided out and running this hotel. That is why we are asking. Have you received any communication since the wedding? Phone call, letters or postcards?'
`No. Nothing. We said goodbye here and I thought he was being posted abroad. I got that hint out of him, though I would be surprised to have got a letter from him. He's never written me one in his life. It was me that contacted him to say that I was getting married and that I wanted him to be my best man.'
`Is your wife here? Maybe she has heard from him,' he asked. It was the same man asking the questions, the other one just stood there watching him as he answered them.
`My wife is in hospital. She's just given birth to twins. It runs in the family, and no. She hasn't heard from him either. I take in the post and this is the only phone here.' He gestured to the one in front of them on the desk.
Well congratulations on the births, and give our respects to Mrs Collins. If your brother contacts you in any way, either personally, phone or post, please let us know.' He handed over a card with phone numbers on it and Richard glanced at it before putting it a drawer. Well thank you for your time Mr. Collins.' He gave him a salute. Don't forget what we've said,' he threw back over his shoulder as they left. Walking down the gravel drive to their car, the mute' policeman spoke.
`I think he was lying sir. He didn't ask the usual questions, have we checked the hospitals etc.'
You could be right,' the other replied as they got into their car. We'll ask the local force to keep an eye out for us.'
Richard watched them from the dining room window as they drove off, and as soon as they were out of sight, went to the bar and had a very large Scotch. After his third one, he was feeling very pleased with himself for pulling the wool over their eyes. Ten months! Ten months to have only got this far. He was safe!
After a good lunch, he had a nap, and was downstairs to supervise dinner. He had more to drink than he had to eat, but was in a rosy glow after he had eaten. Agnes was making up time by helping Amy, cleaning up the dining room and preparing it for the following mornings breakfasts. He sat and watched them till they had finished and he called Amy over to him.
`Do you like working here?' he asked.
`Yes Mr. Collins, I do,' she replied.
`Would you like to continue working here?'
`I don't understand, what do you mean sir?'
Sit down Amy,' he gestured to the chair next to him, and which she did so. Now Amy. I like that name,' he put his hand on top of hers. She wanted to pull it away being slightly uneasy at the opening of the conversation, but thought better of it. His hand pressed down slightly on it as he continued.
`I have watched you work and we are most pleased, and we would like to see a bit more of you, (she didn't catch the double entendre or the glint in his eye), taking on a bit more responsibility in the running of the hotel. As you know, Mrs Collins will have a lot of her time taken up with the new babies as well as Carol. So you would be paid more, but your duties would increase. Do you understand?'
`Yes sir,' she replied, thrilled at this offer of promotion and more pay.
Well I would like you to come up to my room when you've finished, and we can discuss the extra duties.' He saw the slight querulous look of alarm cross her face, and bring Agnes with you.' The look passed, as if in relief.
`Yes sir, we'll be up as soon as we have finished. About half an hour, is that okay?'
`Perfect,' he said as he got up from the table. He paused on the way out to tell Agnes that she was to come with Amy to his room and keep her mouth shut until he said otherwise.
Rubbing his hands at the prospect of the evening's entertainment, bounded up the stairs and was soon in the shower. After which, he donned a dressing gown and awaited their arrival.
`Come in,' he called to the knock at the door, and the two girls entered. He was seated in a chair and they stood before him.
`What is required in running a successful hotel is obedience in the staff. Do you understand that?'
`Yes sir,' they both replied in unison.
`Good. Agnes! Take off your clothes!' Both girls looked at each other in alarm. Amy not knowing what was happening, Agnes knowing. Red in the face, she turned away from Amy and began undressing until she was completely naked standing there in front of him.
`Now that is obedience,' he said to Amy. 'I would like you to do the same. Now!'
Amy fidgeted and looked at Agnes, but she refused to lift her head or acknowledge the fact that she knew she was looking at her for guidance.
`Obedience Amy. That is what it is all about,' he said softly.
Hesitantly, looking at the naked form of Agnes standing next to her, started to take her clothes off. Blushing a bright red, she slowly divested herself of her clothing, dropping them on the floor as Agnes had done till she too, was standing naked in front of him. She was trembling and not quite sure where to put her hands to cover what part.
That wasn't hard, now was it?' he enquired in his softest voice. Are you a virgin Amy?' She shook her head, not looking at him. `Once, twice, or more? Never mind, so you know what this is then?' He opened up the front of his dressing gown to reveal his erection. She couldn't help herself from raising her eyes up from the floor to look at it.
Ah, you recognise what you see before you don't you?' He said with satisfaction at the look on her face. Now there are three places it could go, apart from the hand. Agnes will demonstrate one of them. Agnes! Here!' and he pointed to the floor before him. Without looking at Amy, Agnes moved the few paces forward and knelt down in front of him.
`Now Amy, observe,' he said, gesturing to Agnes to start. She leaned forward, taking his engorged prick in her hand and then putting it into her mouth, started to move her head backwards and forwards on it. He let her do this for several minutes, all the time watching Amy as she watched Agnes going down on him. He then pushed her off, telling her to stand up again.
`Now Amy, it's your turn. Remember what I said about responsibilities and obedience.' He watched through narrowed eyes as Amy, unsure, but with his words repeating themselves in her head, jerkily took a step forward. Her eyes only seeing the throbbing erection between his legs. Seeing it glisten with the saliva from Agnes' mouth, where she was expected to put hers.
`Do it,' came the menacing low voice of Richard, and watched with great exhilaration as Amy knelt, bent her head, and took him into her mouth.
Aaaagh,' he breathed out as her warm mouth closed upon him. Now suck and use your tongue my dear.'
He leaned back as Amy's head moved over his prick. Two for the price of one he gloated as she mouthed him. The soft wetness sliding up and down his shaft, his juices building up with the thrill.
`Enough,' he called out, pushing her away for her to stand up again. He got up from the chair and discarding the robe, got onto the bed and laid down.
Now Amy,' he said, his hand holding his erection upright. Come and sit on this joystick. You've felt and tasted it. Now come and enjoy it.'
Amy glanced at Agnes and seeing the frightened look in her eyes, decided to obey him. She got onto the bed and straddled him, before lowering herself down onto his now massively engorged penis. She whimpered as it filled her, her past two encounters with boys had been nothing like this.
She sank down till he was fully inside her. Eyes now wide that she had been able to take it all in without it splitting her. Her breasts, larger than those of Agnes, heaved with the sudden exhalation and intake of fresh breath. She suddenly found that she liked the position she was in.
Her two previous experiences with boys had left her frustrated. They were mere pin pricks compared to this boring tool. She nearly laughed at the analogy, but here she was on top and could control things.
Mistake. Though Richard was below her, he was in complete control. He bounced her up and down on his shaft, his hands firmly on her hips as he let her then ride the wild stallion. It blew her mind when she orgasmed. It was her first time and it shattered her. Richard didn't miss it as he kept pushing up, his own orgasm erupting up into her. Amy could barely contain herself as she felt his body stiffen as he came, her breasts bouncing about with his body movements. He reached out and grasped them tightly as he finished off his ejaculation, holding them tight as he did the last pump up of his hips.
Wonderful Amy, just wonderful,' he said as he helped her off to roll down alongside him. As they both lay there panting, he called Agnes to the bedside. Now you can learn something new.' He gestured to the open legs of Amy. `You have a mouth and a tongue. Use them on Amy and let me see that tongue really lick.'
Bewildered by the spectacle she had just witnessed, she was completely at a loss as to what he meant. She moved onto the bed and threw him an imploring look.
`What...what do you mean? What do you want me to do?' she stammered.
`Can't you see that wet open fanny in front of you. She wants it licked. Licked and sucked you stupid cow! Get your head down and do it!' he shouted.
She hastily moved on the bed and got between Amy's feet and lay down with her face just inches away from the open glistening lips of Amy's vagina. Not knowing exactly what was required of her, her tongue flicked out and into the folds and creases of the gaping hole before her. She felt Amy squirm as her tongue touched the hardened bud of her clit. The slow groan gave Agnes confidence as she kept using her tongue as a dart against that red bulging knobble of flesh. She took a quick glance at Richard and saw him nod, so she started to apply herself to licking the body opening before her.
As she licked, she realised that this was what sex was all about. The giving and receiving of pleasure as Amy moved beneath her mouth. She recognised the taste of Richard, and the other must have been that of Amy as she licked and sucked at the folds of flesh.
Now turn round,' she heard as if from a distance. Turn your body round so she can do the same to you.'
With ungainly movements, she turned round, her knees apart above the face of Amy. She didn't have to be told what to do next, it just came naturally. She lowered her body down till she could feel the breath of Amy fanning her fanny. She started again with her licking as she felt the electric touch of a tongue start to probe her inner lips.
Richard lay on his side to watch the two girls make a meal of each other. If nothing else, he thought, I've brought these two girls to experience the pleasure of shared sex. He recognised the groans of orgasms as each in their turn came, the smell and sounds were enough to raise him up again. He put his knees across the head of Amy and pulled up the hips of Agnes, and pushed his erection into the wet slippery slit. She gave a wet muffled grunt as he pushed himself into her. Then keeping her body down towards Amy, he slowly fucked her. He felt his balls brush the face of Amy and felt her tongue lash out at them as they slowly swung across her face as he moved in and out of Agnes.
He paused for a moment to let Amy lick both his cock and Agnes as he was half in and half out of what he was fucking. He then resumed his tempo, increasing it so that both had to stop licking because the movement was becoming too much as he started ramming himself into Agnes. She was much surprised when the hands of Amy came up and started to squeeze and caress her breasts as she came to her orgasm. She squealed as she came and Richard howled as he held her bum tight up to him as he also came, his body stiff and shuddering.
In a heap, they fell across Amy, his wet prick smacking her face. Without being told, she rolled onto her side and took his still hot erect member into her mouth and sucked him clean. Holding it there till she felt it start to shrink back to its normal size.
Tired, sated and sexual satisfied, they arranged themselves on the bed. Richard between the two girls, arms outstretched, their heads in the crook of each elbow, spoke to them.
That, girls, was one hell of an experience of obedience. You're both promoted as of now. Amy,' who was on his left was squeezed, you will be completely responsible for the kitchen and dining room. You will sort out with the cook what meals are to be served etc. You Agnes,' who also got a squeeze, `will take over the booking in of guests and seeing to the rooms. Of course there will also be a small pay rise to go with the extra duties. I will tell Julie of my decision, except for the extra, extra duties,' he said, giving them both a big hug.