Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2012 07:33:29 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Sea View. Part Three.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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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.

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