It was very late and everyone had gone to bed.
It was raining outside, and Alison could hear the wind howling around the ill fitting windows.
Alison had slipped a tampon inside her, to retain as much of John's sperm as possible.
She was lying on her back, staring at the canopy of her four-poster bed as it moved slightly in the draft.
She was thinking about sex, and babies, and men, and husbands.
She had turned the heating on and the bedrooms were warm and cosy.
Mabel was wearing a baby doll nightie with matching panties.
She was sitting up in bed, reading the latest Stock Market reports.
She was wearing her glasses, which made her look like the shrewd business woman that she was.
Only when she was alone and in business mode, would she wear her glasses, normally she didn't through sheer vanity.
'Do you miss him?' asked Alison softly.
Mabel thought for a few seconds, and then put her reports on the bedside cabinet.
'Every day, I miss him so much.
I try and fill my life with work and love to keep the sadness away, but Simon is always there in my mind.
I thought of him when I tried to arrange my hair to cover my body, do you remember?'
'Just before your Lady Godiva ride? Was that Simon's idea?
Mabel smiled to herself, and related the story of how Alison's brother Simon Armatage had met and won her.
Including the story of making a dress out of her hair.
'The clever old stick, he never told me anything about your first meeting.
He knew the family saw you as a gold digger, and probably thought the less they knew about your relationship the better.' Alison mused to herself.
'Your family was right to be suspicious of me; I did set out to seduce Simon.
What I didn't expect was that I would fall in love with him,' explained Mabel in a rare fit of candour.
'Do you know who John reminds me of?' asked Alison quietly.
Mabel suddenly sat up straight in bed, ' Oh my fucking God!!,' she exclaimed, ' how fucking blind can I be?
John is the spitting image of Simon when he was young.
No wonder I was smitten when I first met him, even when the girls said he reminded them of James Bond. I still didn't connect him with Simon,' Mabel gasped holding her face in her hands.
'That's why I've been teaching him all I know about sex.
I've been trying to recreate Simon in my bed.'
'Whoa, Mabel darling lets not get too deep here, I only meant to point out the similarities in their looks and build.
Apart from that they had little in common.
John is a nice kind boy who wouldn't hurt a fly.
Simon had a hard streak in him, and could be very ruthless if it served his purpose.'
'You may be mistaken about John,' replied Mabel.
She took this opportunity, to enlighten Alison about the violent side of John.
She edited the story regarding Diana, and hinted that it was something to do with a work situation.
Alison was surprised to find herself becoming wet, at the thought of her man beating up some villain.
'Well that makes him even more like Simon, doesn't it' said Alison.
'Do you remember our Wedding? He looked so handsome my heart nearly burst with love for him,' reminisced Mabel.
'So did all the bridesmaids, dear' remembered Alison.
They were all drooling over him, and envying you for catching him.'
'Then they were wrong, I didn't catch him, he caught me.
He saw right through me, and my plans for him, and he didn't care a bit.
I was so busy following my plan to seduce him; that I hadn't realised that we were made for each other.
His killer instinct saw the tiger in me, and loved it.
I was lost from the moment I first met him, and I relished every minute I was with him,' said Mabel quietly.
'It was a shame that someone so special, should die of something so mundane as a heart attack,' said Alison sadly.
There was no answer from Mabel for a long while.
Alison looked up at her, and saw that Mabel was staring at her with indecision on her face.
'What's the matter darling, you look worried, what's wrong love?' coaxed Alison seriously.
Mabel took a deep breath and looked Alison in her eyes.
'Alison my love, as we are going to be married perhaps it's time to tell you a few things that I couldn't tell you before.
As part of the establishment, I know I don't have to tell you to keep this to yourself.
Mabel reached forward and held Alison's hands in her own.
'Simon Armatage didn't die of a heart attack, he was shot dead.'
John was cuddled up with Jane and Diana, he was absolutely empty of sperm.
His cock was the smallest it had ever been in his life.
Jane had been taking the piss, and had even managed to bend it around her little finger.
'Laugh it up while you can Jane girl, it just needs a good nights rest to recharge its batteries,' said John smiling.
With Jane's permission Diana had joined them in bed, and asked John if she could play with his cock for a while.
Diana wanted to see if she could take his entire cock into her mouth, now that it was so small.
'Go ahead Di, enjoy yourself,' he said stroking her breast.
Diana had never seen John's cock so small and limp, she held it between her finger and thumb.
She placed it in her mouth, and found that she could almost get his balls into her mouth as well.
As Diana was trying to suck John's scrotum into her mouth; Jane moved around behind her.
Jane had buggered Mabel more than once; she had just buggered Alison's tight little arse hole.
That only left Diana's well-buggered arse to complete the set.
'You have a lovely bum Di,' whispered Jane seductively.
Diana took her mouth off John's cock just long enough to say.
'Thank you Jane, you can fuck it if you wish.'
'Are you sure?' asked Jane surprised and pleased at Diana's offer.
'Oh yes, I am really grateful that you allow me to be with you.
You can do what you like to me, I really don't mind.'
'Can I try fisting your arse if I'm really careful?'
'Sure, it's all yours, I cleaned myself before coming here,' said Diana getting back to sucking the man she worshipped.
Jane loved to fuck others, but was well aware that her strap on cock was a poor substitute for a real cock.
She couldn't feel the arse or cunt, that she was fucking.
Jane decided that she would go back to fingering, so she could feel what she was doing to her sex partner.
She had never seen such a hairy arse hole as Diana's.
She supposed it was just a continuation of her cunt hair.
It spread from her pubes to her belly button.
It went between her legs to coat the insides of her bum cheeks, and partway down her inner thighs.
Diana's anus had been well stretched, compared to Alison's virgin anus which looked like a small rosebud.
Hers looked more like a full sized rose.
I wonder how many cocks have been up this arse thought Jane, gently rubbing her hands over Diana's bum cheeks.
She went over to the bedside cabinet and got a tube of KY.
Diana was really enjoying herself, Jane was letting her play with John's cock, and she couldn't get over the fact that it was so small.
It was still very thick, but she had managed to get his entire length in her mouth.
By gently bringing his balls forward in his scrotum, she had managed to get them between her lips as well.
It gave her a sense of power, to be in control of a man's cock like this.
She could feel Jane gently rubbing lubricant into her anus, and appreciated the concern for her comfort.
If only previous users of her arse had been so considerate.
She didn't really like being fisted, not because it hurt that much, but because it reminded her of a certain rich landowner that the Mayor had lent her to one summer in Italy.
All the men she had been given to had fucked her.
Some liked to fuck her mouth, some her cunt but mostly they liked to bugger her arse.
It made them feel powerful to debase this young peasant girl, with her big firm tits and striking green eyes.
This particular landowner was married to a vindictive woman, with a nasty temper.
She was older than he was, and their marriage had been one of political importance to him.
Consequently after the wedding, he rarely if ever fucked his wife preferring younger girls.
Usually he was careful not to rub her big hooked nose in his affairs.
However one evening he was very drunk, and decided to fuck his serving girl.
This time he tied her down to a bench in the woodshed.
Diana was helpless, as he pulled own her cotton panties and exposed her naked bum.
He took a long drink from his bottle of wine, as he decided how best to fuck this fresh young cunt.
He finished the bottle, and stood there holding it thoughtfully.
Being tied down to a wooden bench was very uncomfortable, and Diana was wriggling about trying to find a less painful position.
This caused her hairy cunt to catch his drunken eye.
Licking the end of the wine bottle, he spread her arse cheeks apart and inserted the neck of the bottle into her vagina.
'Please stop Sir, this is hurting me,' complained Diana.
'Shut your stupid mouth and open your cunt girl,' growled the Landlord.
He pushed the bottle further up the helpless girl's cunt.
The tapering sides of the bottle, were stretching her vaginal walls painfully.
'Please Sir, it's hurting me,' she sobbed as he continued to push the bottle into her tight cunt.
Soon he couldn't get it in any further; no matter how hard he pushed.
The girl's crying was annoying him, and leaving the bottle sticking out of her cunt he picked up a long whippy stick.
Rubbing his wine limp cock with one hand, he began to beat her on her naked bottom.
The harder he caned her the more she cried, until her bottom was red and flaming.
He only stopped because he grew tired, and had to sit down on the floor, his cock still limp and useless.
