Racquel De Courville, and her brilliant French author, and her first novel "Wised Up" achieved the distinction of being banned in Paris within a mere five days of publication. The book was re-published in London in a limited edition where it was snapped up by private collectors of erotica and has not been reprinted until the present in America.
In "Wise-Up" we have the feeling that everything we read comes from the depth of personal experience. Rarely has the sex-life and sexual maturing of a modern woman been described so graphically and with utter frankness down to the most intimate physical details. Indeed, it was the author's ultra-realistic portrayal of the sexual facts of life from a sophisticated European woman's point of view which resulted in the banning of the book. A ban, incidentally, which is still in effect in France today.
Freud's comments on the sexual maturation of women is most applicable to the case of the heroine of this frankest of novels.
He states: "Deviations from the sexual aim (which normally consist of genital union in the act of copulation) may take place in some of the components of the sex act itself such as, looking, touching, tasting, smelling, hearing. If these deviations are for some reason accentuated, they become an end in themselves. Normal agression may become sadism, penisenvy may become lesbianism. In some cases tranvestism also occurs where the woman insists on acting and dressing like a man.
"There is a case on record where one woman, a Dr. Walker, actually got Congress to pass an act allowing her to wear men's clothes. Another of my cases was a woman who walked around in riding breeches most of the time. She would even stuff a handkerchief in to the genital region to simulate the badge of the male organs. She also disdained urinating like a woman. She would always sit facing the wall, so that she could urinate like a man!"
Freud goes on to state that a person of one sex who strives to become like the other sex invariably develops into a misfit or a psychotic.
Miss De Courville's boldness in dealing with related problems of a maturing woman's psychosexual life has rarely been surpassed. Her keen ness of psychological insight will amaze the reader with a group of the sex obnormalities encountered in these modern times on every social level.
"Wised-Up" is another of the exceptional novels of the nex sexual revolution published for the first time in this country by Continental Classics. It is recommended only for the mature adult reader.
Allan Saunders, M.A. New York City February, 1968
Archive Note: The truly amazing number of misspellings in the original pocketbook are faithfully reproduced in this text. No attempt whatsoever has been made to correct the misspelled or misused words.
CHAPTER I
I watch John sitting next to the the chimney dressed in his grey suit. The fire flickers like so many tongues. He was my first lover. It is a happy memory, not simply because of the pleasure of his amorous attentions, but mainly because of the knowledge that it was on that frist day that I escaped Escaped to what and where?
I glance at Harry. He has grown fat in the last ten years. He has a red face now, bags under his eyes. And now there is the way he holds his cigar, as if he owned the world. He has aged. There had been a time with him too... He wanted to so terribly.
Jean, his wife, has gotten heavier. Her breasts have begun to sag after two pregnencies. Despite it all they are still beautiful and ample. I had loved those breasts when we had been girls. Their dark nipples were ringed like eyes are after having made love... They grew between my lips. We had no sense of sin. Children know no evil. They have a certain purity and so do their acts. The age of sixteen. We were two children lost in the adventure of discovering our bodies.
"Thirty years!" Richard says, "The age of maturity for a woman. It is at that moment that they become like juicy over-ripe fruits, and waiting to be plucked." He glances at my husband and mollifies, "Sorry old man..." Everybody laughs and I suddenly feel like crying. I hate these business men, too rich too young and without any doubts about themselves and no sense of mystery.
Jean has placed a record on the phonograph and in her most flute-like tones and a rather jadded coquettishness asks, "Shall we dance?"
It is our only form of distraction here. If we go to the local nightclub we have to play the part. Too many people know us. It's bad for business. Here we can do what we like. And what? All that we think to have achieved or won ends in a question. Escaped from what? Free from what?
"Honey, may I have the first dance of your thirtieth year?"
I force a smile. I allow my husband to take me into his arms. It's a slow tune. Jean has switched off the ceiling light, and the indirect lighting diffuses in blues and tender shadows. The plush of the carpet becomes as soft as an imagined velvet; the books become transformed into strange objects that could be found in a church. The candelabra become an incense burner. The couches are wide, soft and passive. To just stretch out and go to sleep... to be sixteen again...
* * *
October 1949. Angers. It is the beginning of school at the Joachim du Bellay High School. I wear my auburn hair in long braids that hang down to the small of my back. My leather jacket is open and underneath my sweater reveals two tiny breasts. I wish that my breasts be bigger, more pointed, as Jean's for example. Jean is my neighbor. She 'knows that I'm looking at her. She also looks at me. We smile at each other. "Boarder?"
"Yes. My father is a veterinary. We live thirty miles out. It's impossible for me to go home every night."
"We'll get along well. Mine is a doctor, thirty miles out in the opposite direction."
It's crazy but we both laughed. The literature professor who opens the school year with a talk to put you to sleep on the Renaissance poets taps the edge of 'his chair with a ruler: "My young ladies, I shouldn't like our first meeting to be unpleasant. If you continue however, I'll see what can be done."
She isn't bad, the professor. Her hair is very blonde, swept up on her head like a shell over her large forehead; her eyes are brown and far apart like those of an oriental woman's; her features are clear; it's surprising and pleasant I think: My God, how old I'll feel at her age! For me she belongs to another world, another universe. Jean puts on an innocent ah*. It goes well with her oval face cut by the very red curve of a thick mouth, well formed and fully fleshed. We don't say another word. We are already afraid that we might be separated.
That evening, it's a child's game to get two neighboring beds in the second year dormitory. The overseer is a fat, old woman, wearing enormous glasses. I suspect that she has false teeth as well. She begins snoring right away behind her drawn curtain.
Jean is talking. She talks of her life at home. Her father is very old and so is her mother. Both of them accord her complete freedom. She is allowed to travel around as she pleases during the vacations. She has a whole bunch of friends and flirtations. Without pausing she asks:
"Have you ever slept with a boy?"
I sit up as if she had hit me. I blurt out "oh!". She laughs and a girl at the other end yells: "Shut-up!" Jean smothers a peal of laughter and after a moment of silence, asks again:
"Is it true that you have never slept with a boy?"
"You must be crazy." "I have!"
"Youre no longer a virgin, but then..." I was going to add, "And the day of your wedding?" It's ridiculous.
"That's right but I'm still a virgin... Well, half of one". She laughs again, "Does it ever hurt, the first time!"
I don't understand. She begins to explain:
"We put up a young doctor at our house. He was thirty. He had come to help father who was tired. One night he knocked at my door. I can admit it to you; I had been waiting for that moment. He was a good looking guy: dark eyes, wavy black hair, tall and thin, a real toreador! I said, "Come in!". He was dressed in pyjamas. I gave out with a little yelp of surprise. I said, "I thought it was pop". He answered, "Who are you trying to kid!". Then he came up to me, put his hand on my head and then he kissed me right on the mouth. You really can't imagine. With what authority! He had nice lips, full and firm. It lasted a long rime. He caressed my mouth with his tongue and then stuck it in gently. I met his tongue with mine. I felt all melo, very small, all his. He then slipped his hand under the sheet I made a move to stop him but his palm was already on one of my breasts. It swelled and became firm. A funny shiver ran through the whole of my body. I felt my spine, as if it had turned into a burning rod. I had to arch myself so that it wouldn't hurt me. And I remember that I quivered like a little cat...
"Will you shut-up the two of you." a student who felt like sleeping cried.
The overseer began to moan as if troubled in her sleep. She was going to wake up. Jean stopped talking once again. I hear her breathing in the dark. Then I see her sheets being raised. She's up and bending towards me. She whispers, "Shove over". I make room for her. I feel the warmth of her body which feels so nice as it snuggles up against my own. She puts her arm underneath my neck. I'm glued against her chest. It is a chest which is already generous. I like the feel of its soft firmness beneath the coton of my boarder's nightshirt.
"This way I'll be able to finish my story."
I wanted her to finish it. I know too that I shouldn't have let her continue. And yet, I desired to hear it The words covered me. I was enveloped by their narcotic quality.
"I should tell you that my Doc's name was Joe. Well Joe slipped in beneath the sheets with an alacrity which would indicate a good deal of practise. I thought that right away. I said to myself, "Between how many sheets has he slipped in just this way? How many women had he caressed and possessed?" You'd think that that would have made me pull away. On the contrary it disturbed me and attracted me all the more. He pulled up my nightdress. One after the other he kissed my breasts. He covered them with the tip of his tongue. He went around them as if to measure them. He raised his head and looked at them and then looked at me and said, "You're beautiful. Your breasts are beautiful. They're firm, strong... I love them..." When one tells it like that it sounds a little silly. But there in the halflight of the bed lamp... and then his voice hoarse; and it was. I answered him with passion, "Yes, they're beautiful, kiss them some more." He nibbled at the nipples and then covered them with little furtive kisses as if he were treating a wound. He sucked at them and then let them go and then sucked them up again. I felt my nipples swell like buds ready to burst It was during the month of July. It had been very hot and humide all day. The rain was falling and one could hear it outside as if the earth had opened up to receive the water of our God. And I too opened myself up; I was calling for a rain still unknown, a fertile wave, a soothing one. Against my belly I felt a hard arrow, like a hot, crystaline ray of light. I also felt the calm, the good, the joy of life and of sleep, as one dies which would gush forth from this sword of flesh dressed toward the center of my body."
Jean's low and somewhat deep voice took on a strange timber. It seemed to be covered with emery. It came far from the very depths of her body, from the end of a dream printed that summer on her awakening flesh. She continued, "Joe's hand passed over my belly. His hand. Five living fingers coming and going losing themselves in the bush of my private parts. I was burning inside, burning like the summer earth, and as thirsty. My desire drizzled softely as that insufficient rain which was at that moment covering the earth's surface. It was like a pretty piece of music whose fleeing notes never rise high enough and do not have the power to transport us very far. They just permit us a glimpse of all the possible beauties luxuriantly filling the world and which we discover but slowly. Slowly but never completely. I called for more caresses. Joe gave them to me. Gently and with care. Our two bodies pressed against each other quivered and began to stick and to be united by out common sweat. I felt that he was getting the same pleasure out of it. His fingers continued to be skilfull. They played with my body as with a harp. They drew the cords ever farther to their very limit. They musn't be broken. Not to pluck from them suddenly the song which shatters. I ran my hand over his belly. I wanted to know, to discover. I touched it. It was solid and soft, burning. It moved about gently in my hand like a naked animal that tries to protect itself, or like a bird wavering on the edge of its nest of tough grass. It lived in my fingers. I kissed it, just a little, and felt it swell even more. Joe murmured, "My darling... more...". I thought he was going to faint. Then he gripped my head between his feet and his mouth crept up the insides of my thighs, slowly, going back down and then surging upward once more. When he had reached up to here... I let out a little cry. Luckily my parents couldn't hear anything. Their room is on the other side of of the house. He continued' to kiss me for a long time. I was like a bow bending toward him, quivering, begging to be wounded. Suddenly he pulled away. He placed his knees between my legs. I knew what was coming. I still don't know how I was able t oget away. I jumped. A sudden stroke of fear or of reason... a middle class education had saved me. I said to myself, "That which is about to happen cannot be undone". We struggled a bit. I kept saying "No". My refusal was thrust ou through my teeth. It was hurting me to say "No". I would have liked to have done it all. But I couldn't It was not to be done,..
"He turned me over onto my belly. His mouth ran up the length of my spine. He hit my neck. His hands kneader my buttocks. It wasn't a caress. It was hard, a 'little painful but I liked it. Then he leaned on me with his whole body. I didn't understand... It ripped through me all of a sudden... an unbearable burning. He had forseen it His hand was over my mouth and I bit into his palm. But in no time the burning of the first instance had turned into a flood of well being. It was as if I was becoming a fantome, a being without flesh who no longer existed. He lunged two or three times. It felt like I was being emptied. My thighs were damp and warm. When he fell' back down on me I was broken, done in, but happy., happy... I was far away, I felt wonderful. I thought I had made love! 1 thought, "Jean, honey, this time you've crossed over!" I began to cry. Joe took me into his arms and cuddled me, explaining that I was still a virgin; that I could get married some day without any misgivings or fear and that there was no danger of me having a child... I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder. He woke me up during the night. We began again. At first it hurt only a little and then it felt wonderful. We dozed off again.
In the morning he was gone. The Tain had stopped. The sun shone through the leaves of the trees outside my window. I was tired, very tired. We continued doing if for three nights.
It was better each time. It was beginning to be perfect when he suddenly left to go back to
Paris. The rat 'barely said goodby!"
* * *
All the while that Jean was telling her story I had snuggled even closer. She too had pressed even more against me. Our legs were welded together as our breasts palpitated, one against the other. She had put her hand on one of my breasts. My breasts are small and round, hard but inadequate. I'm ashamed of them. I let my head roll onto the cleavage of her chest, there where the shadows form a river running down to the golden beaches of the belly. All my will power gone, my mouth snatches up one of her nipples. My lips are commanded by the magic of her story. They resuscitate in the obscurity of the cold dormatory, peopled with the deep breathing of sleepers, Joe's gestures and caresses, the lover of three nights. Jean sighs and quivers. She murmurs words without end. Her voice is like a body of water going out to ans unknown sea in long ripples. Her body lifts itself towards me and offers itself. Does she dunk I'm the male that initiated her? Joe? This thought suddenly gives me courage. It's a strange feeling to feel oneself the master of a girl's emotions, melting m your arms. This confusion exasperates and pleases me. My hands lose their clumsyness. It is a if they were not my own. They are Joe's. They slide up her legs; then her we'll rounded thighs and then down again. They tremble at the first contact with the soft down. The lips of my friend are calling me. They meet my own at the same instant that my fingers meet with another mouth, hot, confidant, open to my sudden tenderness. Her hands gently answer my own, astonishing my entire body. I undress. I'm scared. We |al asleep'. Me, with my hand deliciously damp. She, with her lips parted forming a silent appeal to something far and delicious. As beautiful as a pre-Rapheal virgin. Pleasure does not spoil her.
* * *
"Where are you darling? Stay with us honeybee."
"Oh, please! Lay off those rediculous words of endearment."
"Come on girlly, no fits of bad temper on the night of your birthday."
"I'm sorry. I'm a little nervous."
I don't want to hurt Larry. He's nice. A little ridiculous with his straw colored mustache. Too small. But that was why I had loved him. Because he was small and a little ridiculous. I had thought that I was in love with him. He needed me. His straw-yellow eyes are good, the eyes of a devoted animal. He is good. He is generous.
Is that enough ?
It was for a long time. We had been happy. Yes, I had been. He as well. He still fulfills himself in our married life: good daily meals. But he doesn't know. He mustn't 'know all that I carry with me on these thirty years which are about to come. I must continue to play my part. We have a son, a house, a dog, a horse and a car. A store as well; interior decoration. At night his name is lit up in neon over the door which affords him no end of pleasure.
I no longer know how it all began. In the region where my father has has practise there is a furniture factory. That's it. He arrived there one day to work as a designer.
I was twenty-one. I had just received my B.A. degree. I wanted to be a doctor. I lived in a small room at Angers which was kept by two bid maides. Every eekend I went home to my parents' house. I wasn't a flirt. I remember that my over-protruding buttocks made me ashamed. I wore full skirts in order to hide them, ever since the day that my brother had said that those cheeks of mine must stop men dead in their tracks. I had a few flirtations. Only two; only two had succeeded in kissing me. Oh! only a little, without any pressure, just on the corners of the mouth. I had felt nothing special. I was frightned of men. Especially all those medical students with whom I spent my time. They were so sure of themselves and deliberate. I knew that they had no scruples and that they were dangerous. One day, I opened a door to one of the rooms at the hospital. It was the room of an intern who was to lend me a book. I only saw his rump which was heaving up and down between the legs of a nurse. She had not taken off her uniform nor her cap.
"Come in", he cried, "there's enough for everybody!"
The girl clucked, "Don't stop now you jerk, I'm ready to come!"
It was sordid. I didn't ever want to see that boy again and avoided the others with a vengeance as well.
During one of those weekends that I spent with my parents I was sent to attend an affair organised by the priest It was a lunch and the children of the parish put on a show for the benifit of the poor. I went. 'Larry was there. He had decorated the stage. The poor boy was at everybody's beck and call. I can still see him leaning against a wall, looking alone and a little sad. At a given moment our glances met. I'll never know why but I gave him a smile. Nothing more happened that day. The next day I received a letter overflowing with love. I would have torn it up without even so much as a smile if he hadn't repeated several times: "Don't make fun of me". That softened me.
The week following I saw him again on the main street of the town. As he passed me he became red as a beet and shied away. I went toward him. Once opposite him I no longer knew what to say. I stuttered, "Your letter was very nice... You should not be afraid of people making fun of you."
"Oh", he said, shrugging his shoulders, "I shouldn't have sent you that letter. It was stupid of me. You are beautiful and intelligent. You have no end of admirers. Me, I'm rather small and poor..."
He had captured me. The unhappy boy was in need of help, of reassurance, someone to help him to rid himself of his complexes. Not only did he not scare me, but I had found a part which
I could live up to. I felt like a nurse, like a mother. He had to be protected, to be made happy. My heart was as big as a grapefruit.
* * *
I introduced him to my parents. My mother thought that he was nice. My father made but one remark ; he thought him to be rather stupid. I heard nothing else. I had been a good little girl. I had lived the model life of a nice middle class girl, obedient, gentle and punctual. Contrary to my rascally brother who did nothing but cause trouble, never worked at school; I was the only one who had made everybody happy. Well, I was going to show them. I wasn't going to let them attack that poor boy. In order to make my decision stick and to convince myself I went to see him the next day in his room. With the purpose of doing that which cannot be undone. Afterwards no one could stop me from marrying him.
I began preparing myself. I spent all day Saturday as if it were a day before battle. Alone in my room I daydreamed of my gentle fiance, attributing him with all the graces and charms. When night had fallen I went out and started for the boarding house Where he lived. The landlady gave me an indignant look. I stepped on her toes. Yes, it was me alright, the veterinary's daughter, who was going up to a boy's room. Me, the vertuous Helen, was going to offer herself. And afterwards? I felt like I had the teeth, the nails and the heart of a warrior.
As a result of this illusion I took on the characteristics of a man.
I still remember that moment Larry was stretched out on the bed. He was reading a detective story. He gave a start when I came in and drew the bolt of the door behind me.
"Am I late? I was to come to dinner, but at eight o'clock..."
"It's only six."
"In that case, it is very nice of you to have..." "Be still..."
That surprises him. He has no time to say anything. I crush his lips with mine. I stretch out on top of him. I kiss the hollow of his neck. To tell the truth, I really don't quite know how it's done. I hope that he knows. At the age of twenty-five, after all. Even if one is small and shy...
I get back up. Suddenly I take off my tailored jacket. I pull my sweater over my head. I'm wearing a white bras with lace. My dark nipples show through like two wine spots. He straightens up with surprise. I'm standing there with my breasts bare. My torso is long, my shoulders broad and my thighs round. I know that I am well made. With the exception of my breasts. Perhaps he finds them to small.
I go back to the 'bed. I stretch out next to Larry on my back and with my hands spred fanlike over my breasts. My heart beats wildly. "There you are." I say. He starts drooling my name, adding all kinds of exclamations.
"Helen... Helen honey... oh baby--Helen darling..."
His face moves over my own. You'd think he had caught a sunburn. Red as a lobster. I close my eyes in order not to see him. Suddenly a mouth closes over mine, slides down the length of my throat and then my shoulders. The sharp teeth of a young dog nibble at my flesh. An avid tongue, lovingly enfolds the nipples of my breasts. I squirm a little like Jean had told me you should. The hand which comes down on my stomach is brutal and hurried. Immediately Larry is on top of me. He must think that I have had a million affairs. He unbottens his pants. I sigh:
"Be careful. It's the first time."
It's as if I had slapped him. He lets out with, "Oh, God." Then he rolls over to the side. Then he snivels muttering:
"But I cant honey... It isn't done... It wouldn't be right... You're too young... so pure, so innocent..."
I curse him. What's he waiting for? Why all these words which are of no use?
Suddenly he kisses my stomach and slips his hands under my loins. He's on top of me. His fingers explore my body. I don't like it very much. I notice that he is guiding himself nearer. I sense his approaching cock taking aim, and throbbing, if begins gently to enter into me.
I let out with a yell. It hurst terribly. He stops and asks, "Did I hurt you?".
I'm white with rage: "What are you waiting for? Go to it."
I dig my nails into the small of his back. I grit my teeth. I make love to him. The pleasurable sensation begins to mount. He fills and swells out my stomach. I'm the one that calls the shots; that directs. The pain has disappeared into the depths of me. I shall never feel it again. He's panting. His movements are uncoordinated. Then, all of a sudden, he gives a little groan and crumbles over to the side. Once more. I'm frustrated1, I feel robbed. I remain stretched out. Well, I'm no longer a little girl-I'm a woman. So that's all there's to it. That vague feeling of pleasure. No, I sense that it can be better.
I went back ten, perhaps twenty times, to Larry's room during the three months before our wedding. He threw himself on me like a young goat in heat. But just when I was beginning to get really hot he would be finished. It was a terrible sensation, a feeling of being left completely alone. I felt as if I had been dirtied. But it was myself that I blamed, not him.
John and Jean dance together cheek to cheek. Harry moves about with Barbara, a tall girl with pink cheeks and a lovely 'body. He kisses her neck. She giggles.
Larry sighs, "I love you as I did from the very first"
"I love you too."
Of course I love him. Without me he would be lost. Is my other life cheating? If it is, I cheated on him before knowing him. All that is so far removed from him and so complicated...
"Larry, how can I explain? you who belong to the race of the simple, and therefore the implacable?"
CHAPTER II
A slow dance. Another slow. Now it's Harry who' holds me in his arms. He has remained thin. His face is long and bony with lines that look like scars. His mouth is thin and sinuous, his eyes very light in a sunburned face.
He makes me think of a wolf. He breaths me in. His lips caress my hair and my forehaid. "You're still as beautiful as ever Helen. Still as desirable."
I shrug my shoulders. "Say that to Jean or to
Barbara. Your wife is on vacation and her husband is away."
"It's you I want. For eight years now, I've desired you. Why didn't you want to any more after the 'first time. Did I disappoint you?"
I nod yes. Since 'he's conceited, he doesn't believe me and he draws me tighter in his arms. He really does desire me; I feel it. It roles against my stomach, warming it slowly. On purpose I undulate even more because I know that he isn't going to get anything.
Larry dances by right next to us. His lips are glued to Jean's shoulder, his hand is high on her waist and it brushes against her breast. I smile without cheer. One day I had surprised them while they were making love in my room, on my bed. I had burst out laughing. I had just come from being with Harry. I was filled with feelings of guilt and had decided to unburden myself. Well he certainly had simplified matters.
I can still remember that laugh that had frozen them to the sheets.
* * *
It's a day in May 1950. I enter our house which is located on the outskirts of the city and in the middle of an English garden. It's a beautiful day; the birds in the trees fill their throats with the hot wind; the clouds are white against the sea of sky. They're like elongated beasts, crouching wild animals. Dream images which I never tired of creating, as when I was a child. The black tiled entry is cool and dark. I go up the stairs which gliten and are covered by a thick red carpet fastned by reddish copper bars. Once on the landing I hear what sounds like a sob. At first I'm frightened. I think of my seven year old son. He's at boarding school. What's happened? They've sent him home. He's crying. But the sob is followed by a groan, then a hoars exclamation, a kind of howl through which I recognise Jean's voice. Without thinking, I go in. I immediately recognise her blue jacket and sweater of the same color thrown over the chair. Her skirt is on the floor. Her scarf hangs over a green vase like a white serpent. One of her shoes points at a crazy angle against my dressing table. She whispers, "Oh, it's so good... I'm going to come...".
I hear her clearly. That same voice, the same words of sixteen grip my heart deliciously. Then her eyes widened as they saw me. I read fear in diem. Then stupifaction when I laughed.
My husband is stretched out on his back. Naked. His skin is too white in contrast with the bed cover. They could have taken it off. They're going to stain it; if they haven't done so already. Jean is on top of him. Her knees are sunk into the cover. Her large buttocks, whiter than the rest of her body and very firm are jambed against 'Larry's thighs. Her arms are thrown back with her hands placed on my husband's knees. Like the proud and exilerated circus rider in full gallop she is crouched over Larry. Her head rolls on her shoulder and her chignon which has become undone hangs down in black shinning waves on her beautiful back which is like a leaf with her spine the central stem and vein, Larry's hands are convulsively kneading her ample breasts, a little too heavy, but who in their fulness express all the joy of womanhood and all happiness of a body which is capable of fulfilment
I'm sorry now that I laughed ; for my noisy interruption. I would have liked to watch longer, and sec Jean come all over the place. But she gets up now. She stands before me nonplused and beautiful. She stutters, " Excuse me. I shouldn't have... it's silly..."
I put my hands on her shoulders. I pull her towards me. I kiss her on the corners of her mouth and then gently full on her lips. I caress her thighs, "I'm not mad at you, honey".
She smiles relieved, "Your nice. You know I didn't mean to deceive you." She shrugs her shoulders and with the voice of the school girl who is about to be punished despite her innocence, "That's how it is... I don't know what came over me..."
Larry slips on his underwear. He looks at us with bewilderment. I hear him say, "I'm sorry Helen. Please forgive me. I'll explain."
"Oh, there is nothing to forgive. Leave us alone."
Happy to have gotten off so easely he gathers up his cloths and runs off. I go to the door and lock it. I come back to Jean, She is in the act of putting on her panty, a cute little triangle of silken lace. First one leg, then the other follows. Her buttocks vibrate around the dark and narrow valley of shadow. I say to her, "Don't get dressed again. Come back and lie down."
She doesn't have to be asked twice. This time she draws back the slip-cover. I undress quickly, as I had just a little while ago when I was with Harry...
* * *
I had met him on the street He had just accompanied his wife to the train. She was going to visit her parents who lived at Bidart, near Saint-Jean-de-Luz, for three weeks.
"I'm sure glad to have run into you. How about a drink?"
"Great thought I'm dying of thirst."
He lives at the end of a quiet avenue, the only one in this industrial city. When we found ourselves before his door I never even thought to object After all he didn't say that she was going to take me to a bar. He lives in a private bouse which he inherited from his parents. The whole length of the marble staircase which is bathed in a soft light filtering through the colored panes of the windows is hung with English prints: birds, the hunt, Victorian personnages with binoculers hanging around their necks. The salon is vast with incurved walls, a little like a rotonda. One could imagine that one was in an old chateau. The furniture is of a dark and polished oak. Above the huge chimney hang two crossed sabers with their steely smiles beneath the golden and shinning handles. The drapes are heavy, old and beautiful. Flowers are gently dying in a large pot They take all of the light.
I like this atmosphere of the old and ancient The lives of several successive generations that have lived and died here spreads over the place a noble perfume.
Harry has me sit down on a deep couch whose armrests are carved with countlesse curl votes in the best style of German baroque. He pulls a long bell cord which ends in a green and slightly faded tassel. A butler enters. He's bald and ruddy. Wearing a striped vest he resembles a big fat beetle.
"Scotch and soda."
He disappeares and returns with a silver tray embossed with Harry's coat-of-arms who is a marquis. I like that too. It creats a certain old-fashioned charm and elegance which he carries off well. He isn't very intelligent but he never says a stupid thing. At least he has learned how to 'keep quiet. It is a good tradition which is unfortunately ignored by the middleclass.
He sits down next to me. We sip our drinks slowly; I know already that something is going to happen. He envelopes me like a stationary whirlpool of hot air. In the silence which has fallen between us I can hear his breathing. Not as a noise. It's more secretive, more savage. It is as if the air around us was pulsating. The room shrinks. The walls are closing in. It is a strange hallucination which seems to rise out of my stomach, choking me gently, deliciously.
* * *
During the whole time of our one year of marriage I have not experienced the sensation of pleasure that Jean has so often described as a tidal wave, a tumbling, burning sun, a blade of fire that pierces right through you, a wave that carries you away. She always uses images, Jean. But her eyes reflect those which are still more exalted and powerful. She cant find words for them. She says so herself.
I think that perhaps with Harry I shall experience all that. How I should like to. And how afraid of it I am, for my whole life would be changed. Could I then support living with a man who I like in proportion to the degree that I feel contempt for him, a degree which till now has not been excessive?
But to live without having known what it is to come, without the confusion of complete passion?
* * *
Harry takes my glass from my hands. He places it on a little coffee table. He slips down to his knees, his head pressed against my thighs. He turns his tanned face up to me. A handsome male face, a little contemptuous. He must love women only in so far as they can afford him pleasure. Will he be able to give it to me? He smiles as he takes my hands, "Marquise, thou beauty, thine eyes make me wilt with love..."
I smile too in order to hide my shyness. The beating of my heart deafens me. It is as if great waves of heavy blood were beating against my temples, filling my ears. My whole being is nothing but one heavy and regular beat; burning. It is almost painful. Harry pushes me gently. I allow myself to 'be pushed down on the cushion; my arms falling limp. I close my eyes. I am thankful to him for not saying anything and not trying to kiss me. It is as if he understood what I expected of him. No hypocrisy. All I want is that which a husband had been unable to give.
His lips travel about my thighs. They reach the edge of my stocking. Run over my flesh. His hands run up me like a stream. They reach the silky crotch of my panty. He grabs the elastic edge with his fingers and pulls gently. I raise myself a little in order to help him. My panty slides slowly down; passes the round borders of my knees. It goes down over my calves. In a thrice they are down on the tip of my foot and hooked on my heels; I toss off my shoes. My panty is off.
With one swift motion Harry's head spreads apart my 'knees and reaches the living center of my body. I let out a sigh, surprised, delighted by this advance without an introduction. His lips are good and skilful. His tongue explores me, searches out the sensative spots, moves about slowly, pulls away and comes back. A feeling of pleasure spreads through me. In order to accentuate it I arch myself and grinde up and down in the motion of love. That excites the boy. He literally devoures me with sighs, groans, animal grunts, first hurried and then wild. I become more languide, and sigh. I melt under his lips like a bonbon. It's a little like the sensation of drunkeness, very light, but with a desire to get even drunker.
He leaves. He romps on top of me. I push him off. I get up. For a moment I read fear in his eyes. His mouth falls open as if he was about to beg. It makes him look like a child. But he is quickly reassured. I let fall my coat. I take off my sweater with one morion, up over my head. I'm not wearing a bras. I don't need one. My breasts are small, but very round and firm. I can feel that he likes them. He comes toward me. I tell him, "Wait!". And I cannot recognise my voice.
I take off my skirt One foot then the other... mere... it's lying on the floor like a dead butter fly with its wings folded hack. I'm nude. He holds me against him standing for a while. He caresses my round stomach.
"Your belly, your beautiful woman's belly", he murmurs. He bends mown. He kisses it lightly.
His hands grab my buttocks and squeeze. I'm afraid of nothing. I know diem to be perfect. He afirms it Then he pushes me gently over onto the couch. I stretch out on my stomach with my head between my arms. A rustling. I know that he is hurridly undressing himself, throwing his cloths and underwear about him in a fever.
He is up against me. He kisses my loins, bites into diem. I stretch myself with my legs spread apart and offering my ass. Then I want to turn over but he keeps me as I am. He runs his tongue down the length of my spine. He kisses the nape of my neck, nibbles at it. I like that He slips his tongue behind my ears, and again nibbles at my lobes. It's pleasurable. Then his burning, hard, huge dick brushes against my thighs, and then slides a little way between my buttocks into the dark crack, then my cunt whose lips open and salivate.
He senses the fact that I'm getting a hang out of it. He whispers, "You feel how stiff I am... you make me get hard". His voice is hard. It breaks after each word as it pushes through his teeth, clenched with passion and desire. He Tolls over on his side and pulls me against him. He takes my hand and directs it toward his thighs. I caress his tool. It is very big and hot It vibrates like the arrow drawn on a bow. His balls are round and well filled. I wish that he would say something more. But he just grunts. He groans out my name. For the first time I really desire to be taken, penetrated. I smell the male. I desire his brutality, his mastery and his precaution.
Jean's stories are still with me. I turn around. I offer my burning cunt to his mouth and at the same time I take his cock between my lips. I've never done that before. I hold it with one hand as if I was afraid that it would choke me. As a matter of fact it fills the whole of my mouth. Harry tries to shove it in even further. I don't want him to. I look at it. I dissect it. It's true, I'm almost a virgin. This is something new for me. I slide back the tender and very soft skin over the large bud stuffed with blood and love. I feel it palpitate. It keeps swelling. You'd think that it was going to explode. I take almost all of this beautiful member into my mouth and moisten it with my saliva.
Far, very far from me, it seems, Harry's tongue searches through my brown, curly bush which underlines my stomach; searches my cunt. Words come to my lips, a girl's words which I do not dare repeat.
Of a sudden he turns around. He pulls me to the edge of the couch. Only my loins support me. My feet touch the ground and so do his. It's as if he were standing over me. With a lunge he buries himself in me. I let out a scream of joy. There, I have felt the first shock of pleasure. I grab him around the back, "Stick it in... put it all in...". I murmur other things. I am no longer that nice girl that lowers her eyes when she walks down the street. I'm a female desiring to come. Only a female searching a sensation of pleasure which she hasn't experienced up to now.
Harry's hands are on my ass. They squeeze it and scratch it. One of his fingers slides into the middle and slowly digs into my little hole. He massages the inside. That makes me tighten my cunt around his member. I grinde up against him with fury and regularity. The pleasure is heightening. It is like a wave, like a bath in imaginary water from which one will never step cut. But I cant go any farther. I call for an orgasm with all my soul' but it doesn't come. Suddenly Harry lets out a bellow. His burning come splatters over my belly, spreads like warm oil. He moves away. I remain stunned, disappointed. I get up very quickly.
"The bathroom?"
"At the rear, over there."
I grab my cloths on the way. When I come back he his dressed in a dressing gown. He is smoking a cigarette and sipping a glass of scotch. He gets up and makes a motion to put his arms around me.
"I'm in a hurry. I have to go home."
He seems to be relieved to have me go this way without any emotional effusions. He savors in peace his drink and his lassitude.
V
I tell all of this now to Jean. I notice little pin-points of light burning under long) brown eyelashes. She is still beautiful. She is no longer that acid school girl whose precociousness astonished and charmed me. She is a woman with sumptuous flesh. Her shoulders are smooth and well outlined. Her heavy breasts are solidly attached to her brown armpits from where comes a delicate and exciting odor of sweat. They are large and grand. Their slight sag which is barely noticeable give them an extra charm. Their aureoles are clearly designed and brown, the nipples rise up from their middle, round, long, soft to my lips which suck on them, to my mouth which devoures them tenderly, lets them go and then takes them up once again. How well they become erect. I feel the sap that makes them swell. I let my hands run over her stomach enclosed and cushioned by her voluptuous hips. Her thighs are short and round, the beautiful thighs of a girl from the south. Isn't she from Manosque? A sun ray, which a little while ago warmed my back, now shines on the bush, the glistening brown bush of her cunt. I slide towards it. I too desire, like my husband a little while ago, to give her pleasure, to see her hump, undulate, to hear her whimper words of love and voluptuousness for me.
My fingers reach her most intimate flesh and gently enter into it. Jean has a beautiful vagina, deep and with thick lips which are well turned. A kind of tenderness rises from my hand up to my heart. I feel her clitoris that comes out to meet my caresses. It's like a malicious tongue; first hurried and then trembling.
It calls for my tongue. But I'm going to make it wait
"Turn over!"
Jean obeys. She profers her large back which is a little fat. She places her head between her arms and her stomach is raised over the bed. Her big ass reaches out for me. I spread her cheeks. I dissect the long shadowy valley. Just above her cunt is that little orfice with its tender and red edge like a round mourn carefully made-up. I stretch it out a little with my fingers. I slip in my tongue and twist it around again and again. I only stop in order to put in my fingers and to move them in and out
"Oh, you bitch!", Jean gasps as if she was going to the. And again, "Oh, you honey of a cunt..." And her little ass-hole opens wider. I wish I had a cock to shove in there and to rip from her beautiful throat screams of joy, curses and the raspings of pleasure in comiting this prohibited' act
Then I get back down on her cunt. Her lips palpitate gently like the heart of a bird.
They are all wet I taste the juke, so sweet, a little salty and whose muscy odor of spices rises in me like alcohol, like a magic liquide.
She turns around fighting against me who is trying to hold her in place. She lets out a long whimper. I know that she has just come. I felt it all of a sudden against my mouth. It was like a long rippling shiver that spread over her stomach like that caused by a stone thrown into a quiet pool of water. She gasps a little and then takes my lips in her own and kisses them wildly, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth.
We remain pressed against one another for a long time, dosing. Happy.
* * *
During a whole year at school we slept just this way and luckily were never caught at it Only our lit. prof, suspected something. One day she called us to her office.
"Jean and Helen, you know I know a little about life. I've found you out, whether you think so or not. I don't have to see something to know that it exists. Do you understand what I mean?"
Her face had swollen and her eyes glistened strangely. I only thought of it later. She was called Julia Smacker. She was a daughter of the North, very tall, with long legs, a short torso and her breasts were very round over her astonnishingly slim waist
Jean put on the voice of an insulted little girl:
"Madame, I don't understand?"
"Really?" smiled Julia Smacker, "I understand perfectly."
She was the only pretty prof. That day she was wearing a blue sweater the same color as her eyes. She could have been thirty but no more. The former students of the school said that she had affairs and that one as never bored with her. But no one could tell a truely incriminating story to prove it. In this provincial town, elegant and discrete and full of English serenity inherited from the reign of the Plantangenats, all one said was, "Miss Smacker has a lot of visitors."
I knew that she didn't want to punish us. I felt that there was on the contrary a feeling of sympathy between her and us.
"Please explain yourself, Madame." said Jean very priggishly.
Julia Smacker shrugged her shoulders, "Don't consider me as your enemy my dear Jean. I want to invite the two of you to my house on thursday. How about four o'clock? We'll have tea and talk. O.K. ?"
Going out of the office I felt dazed and excited.
Jean said coldly, "I bet you that it's going to be a free-for-all! The bitch." Jean laughed, "You'll see. A real little family affair. But if she has some men come along, I'm getting out."
Jean knew and understood everything. When I was with her I felt completely safe. Nothing could happen if I was with a friend who was on the ball like she was. I began looking forward to that thursday with a good deal of impatience. I repeated silently to myself, "A free-for-all". I liked the way it sounded, the way it slipped out between my lips. I had no idea what it was all about, but it must be nice...
* * *
Thirty years. Memories collect and then disappear. Thirty years. Harry continues to rub up against me in step with the music. My husband's lips and those of Jean are welded together. While passing me she gives me a malicious wink. Her husband and the tall girl have stopped dancing. They're spread out on the couch petting. The tall girl spreads her thighs and I can see the black triangle of her panty against her white skin at the crotch.
No this isn't going to turn into a free-for-all. We wont go any farther. It's this way every week. Even several times a week. It's by an unwritten convention, perhaps to escape from the boredom of this large Eastern city, that we get together like this with the right to flirt. It's all very well, very "smart". Afterwards everyone goes back home. We have all slept with one another, at one time or another, but we never talk of it; we act as if nothing had ever happened.
That's one of the rules. It allows for agreable duplicities from time to time.
I'm tired of dancing. I undo Harry's arms and he is surprised. I go and sit down on the couch next to John and the tail! girl. On the way I've picked up a glass of scotch. I drink thirstilly. Harry comes and joins me with a bottle. He puts it down next to me, fills my glass with the amber liquide and we both drink.
Only Jean and her husband sway in the middle of the livingroom. I let Harry run his hand over my thighs over my skirt. If he only knew the poor dear how much more it would take now to awaken in my flesh the slightest shiver.
Am I at the point of decay? At the edge of the abyss from which there is no escape? The limits of virtue are those which we impose. That day in May 1945, I really thought that I was a girl completely lost. And yet on leaving Miss Smacker's house I was still as virgin as one can be...
CHAPTER III
I lied when I said that no boy had ever come near me before Larry. I lied by somission. It sometimes happens that the memory of that spring afternoon at Miss Smacker's disappears completely: And again it happens that it sometimes crowds out all others.
That's what's happening now. Perhaps it is because I'm searching for my lost youth, my adolescence which is lost forever. The sins which I confide are venial. They are but little sins if one compares them to... to those that are to come with the thirty years that we are celebrating tonight.
Miss Smacker's house was a beautiful white building surrounded by lawns. It was at the end of Jeanne d'Arc avenue. It is a green flowing street which ends in a lake of flowers and there all is silence and softness.
I remember a livingroom which was very light and whose walls were covered by reproductions of abstract paintings. The furniture is modern and the curtains gay. But more stricking was another room which was completely enclosed in by thick draperies and where the lighting was indirect, radiating mysteriously from lamps hidden in strange shell vases of all colors: white, pink, blue. The floor was covered by thick furs and carpets.
"Take off your shoes, my dears. One walks bare-foot here. It's so soft. And then waste no time in taking off your coats. Make yourselves comfortable. You are not my students but my guests."
A Spanish maid had let us in-how could this modest teacher afford all this luxury?
Mystery! Miss Smacker's is wrapped tightly in a Japanese kimono of blue and white s&k. Her hair flows loose on her shoulders. It undulates down to almost the small of her back. She comes towards us. Her kimono comes open showing a long blonde thigh. She isn't wearing stocking and yet a black garter is bed to her thigh like a velvety butterfly. On a low table there is a tray of pasteries, cigarettes and fine ambered glasses. There is a bottle of vodka and one of scotch.
A young woman enters the room from I don't know what door. She too is dressed in a large kimono tied at the waist. Hers is white with a red pattern. The top of it has slid a little to the side and uncovers a wide shoulder very smooth and very tanned. As blonde as was Miss Smacker so was her companion dark. Her face was a bit long and thin, but her eyes are of a beautiful green and her mouth good and thick.
"You wouldn't like to dress up Japanese style, darilngs? It would be so much fun. Friends of mine brought me back all these kimonons after a visit to Japan. It's very soft against the skin. One must be nude underneath."
Her voice becomes slowly baiting. It's as if it was sliding on a polished surface inside her throat. I glance at Jean. Her eyes are shining. She nods her head slightly to show her approval. Why not? We are four women. What have we to lose?
Miss Smacker leads us to an adjoining room. She opens a closet and points to a green kimono and another which is pink; both are on hangers.
"Make yourselves beautiful."
Without another look she goes out. Jean is already taking off her blouse. I look at her and am a little troubled, "What's going to happen to us?"
"Bah", she says with that vulgarity which she is so good at adopting, "we're going to suck about a bit; it isn't so unpleasant. The prof's friend isn't bad... a little flat in front that's all."
"Are we going to do what you said..."
" Suck each other off, poke about a bit and come, all four us. My word you are a goodygoody."
Jean's bras has already fallen to the ground. Her chest is already pointing its brown nipples in a roguish manner. I undress hurridly. We're both naked. Our two bodies facing each other. Jean comes up to me. She takes my face in her two hands and draws it towards her, "Honey, it's you that I love. The others, they're just for fun. I'll watch while your being caressed and sucked and it'll break my heart because I'll be jealous. But if you come I'll come too."
She kisses me on the mouth and plunges her tongue deep into my mouth. Her breats are glued against my own. Their turgescence irritates me. I rub my stomach against hers. I slip my thigh between hers releasing the musty odor of her bushy sex. Jean... Jean... why don't you have a member, a heavy and hard dick, stiff, the arrow of your flesh, your soft dart, burning full of desire to spread apart my lips with, dripping with love, there in the soft nest of my silken pussy. Oh, if only you were ans hermaphrodites. I'd devoure your tits while you would thrust into me your creator dick full of pleasure and life. Our tongues would entwine as the orgasm welds us together. I caress you. I like your round buttocks. During the year in the dormitory I've learned to excel in that caress that you love: my thumb rubbing against your pussy,, my index spreading apart the lips of our anus and then entering it, turning again and again inside in time with your sighs and words of pleasure.
"Come quickly and remember that it's only you that I love."
Back in the other room an invisible phonograph is playing a Spanish record, a flamenco; the notes perch high, undulate like a body making love, remain static, slide, disappear toward inaccessible regions and then reappear trembling, and then brake like a tired kidney.
Julia Smacker is stretched out on one of the furs covering the 'floor next to her friend. Both are drinking. Julia gets up when we come in.
She goes to the other end of the room and comes back with two full glasses and offers the first to Jean.
"Sit down, lie down." she says to me, "You're not in class."
I slide down on the soft skin. Julia bends down with the glass and slips, spilling it.
"How clumsy I am. My poor darling you're soaked."
Chance arranges things welt! The ice cold liquide has inondated my chest. I shiver all over. Julia kneels down against me and with a sudden gest opens my kimono, uncovering my breasts. I try to defend myself. She pushes me and I slip backwards and fall flat on my back. Already her hands and mouth are on my chest. Her legs squeeze in between mine. Her voice is hoarse. She says, "I'M warm you up my little chicken, my little bird."
She slides her body to the side, freeing my legs, but continuing to hold me down by the shoulders, for I'm still struggling. Her mouth on my aureoles and breasts feels good She sucks and bites we'll. I feel another body sliding between my legs, uncovering them. A mouth sucks in my cunt; a tongue penetrates it. It is Miss Smacker's friend. Even Jean has never caressed me that well. I stop fighting and keep my oyes open. I experience a twitching pleasure. It feels as if the strangers tongue is going to penetrate me all the way. It causes me to shudder and then to whimper. "Jean!" calls Julia.
I see my friend slide in between the prof's thighs. Her mouth is already open, ready to snap and her hands ready to grab her chest. I can see that chest which is lying against me, like two blonde shells with pale rings and rosy nipples a little bit darker than the Test Two small breasts, long and firm that beat time with each motion.
We are but four breaths, four death rattles.
Julia disengages herself. She crouches down on top of me. She acts as if in anger. She rasps out "Look at my pussy. Look how it opens up; how it's getting all scummy my little pussy. Suck her, Jean, suck her well my darling."
Her hair forms a bush that looks like linen bathed in sunlight Their odor is soft and diffuse. It seems like it fills the whole room.
I taste her gently hanging lips. They are unctuous and soft I penetrate the damp canal with my tongue. It opens up before its advance. The thin jerking clitoris comes up against my gums. I rubble at it gently. I caress k with my tongue and then bite it again. All the shivers and shudders of a body in orgiastic pleasure are transmitted to my lips invading them with and indefinable savor, a little salty, muscy and light
"Whore, My pretty whore, my beautiful bitch." rattles the literature professor, "You suck well...."
Then, her whole body crisps over; she leu out a little cry, rolls over and she is next to me with her lips pressed against mine. I notice Jean falling over backward She too rolls over. She had been straddling the stranger.
"Have you ever made love with a man?", Julia asks me.
"No."
"And you Jean, have you ever been taken by a man? Are you still a virgin?"
"If you like," answers my friend coldly, "I've been corn-holed"
Julia breaks out in a long laugh which doesn't seem to end on her glistening lips. She kneels down and her breasts emerge from the open silk kimono, proud and vibrant. Her stomach' is flat and her cunt looks golden, looking out from between her doll-pink thighs.
Her friend too, gets up. She opens her kimono which hadn't come open of itself. Jean smothers a scream. I remain dumb, my eyes wide.
What we see between the folds of the light cloth is a large magnificent cock, brown and smooth, surging out from its skin. It vibrates a little in an up and down motion. It surges out from a dark 'bush which climbs up the stomach. It supports, 'hanging down between the black haired thighs, a round bag which sags a little under the weight of two heavy globes.
The other one no longer trys to disguise her voice. It's rather high in any case.
"Did your other friend have a cock as big as that, hum? Did he have a hard-on like this?" says he looking at Jean who is backing away. "Ya, honey, was his animal as beautiful, as soft, as hard this one? come and touch it, come and I'll shove into your little ass-hole."
"No." cried Jean. She began to run but Miss Smacker gives her a flying tackle and stretches her out on the ground.
I want to get up but the man is on top of me, laughing, "I shove it into you, or I break your friend's hymen?"
His knees spread me out. I feel his cock touching my cunt, shoving in a little between the tiny lips of my vagina. I want to scream. He bites my lips. I'm petrified with fright. It isn't possible. He's not going to plunge a hose that size into little me. It wont fit. He'll split my insides. I cannot imagine that that enormous cylinder of hard flesh could enter into me; my brand new vagina, where one of my finger is enough to jam it up when I play with myself. Jean stops struggling. She murmurs, "O.K."
"You'll see how good it's going to be." says the man, "Get down on all fours, and spread your thighs, my little sugar."
Miss Smacker gets up. She goes over to a cupboard, opens one of its draws and takes out a little box. In the meanwhile the man has sat down Indian style. His cock seems to be rising up from the fur of the rug. He's pressing a tube which he took from, I don't know where, and Jean looks on fascinated as he now anoints his member with vaseline. His voice is husky, "It'll slip right into your 'little ass-hole... you're going to come all over the place... come stick it in for me."
Jean obeys. All I see is her spread out rear. The man lets fall completely his kimono. He slips a hand in between Jean's thighs. And lifts her up even more so that her buttocks are at the same level as his stomach.
Miss Smacker is back. She puts the little box down next to her and opens it. She takes out from it a black rubber cock, a little bigger than the man's, and its bag is fuller than the man's and more elastic.
"Come to me." she says to me and pulls my face over against her thighs. We are all of us up against Jean and the man. I see him spreading open my friend's anus with his two thumbs. At the same time he slides in his big member. Miss Smacker fondles Jean's tits and then getting down on her stomach starts poking her with her fingers.
"Open yourself up... relax... push a little, honey... push with all your guts."
Jean lets out one little cry after another.
"Ah! I'm getting in." grunts the man, " She's a good tight fit. It's like a wedding band. I'm going deeper..."
Jean bellows. She jerks her cheeks from right to left A sob chokes and strangles in her throat and then is transformed into a sustained scream.
"I'm going to come... I'm coming.... aaah! what a good ass you have baby...", cries the man.
"I'm coming! I'm coming too...", rattles Jean.
I see his cock stuck into my friend which is beginning to shrink and his sack now limp and empty. Miss Smacker's fingers wriggle about like windmills.
"You're filling up my hand you dirty bitch. Oh, it's good."
Finally the man backs away and takes it out with a "pop". His come juice runs down Jean's ass and over her stomach. She shudders and jerks like a fish caught on a line. Miss Smacker bends over and begins to lick the dripping valley, making little slurps of satisfaction. The man remains stretched out on his back.
"Come here, come." he breaths.
Jean runs over to him like a trained animal. She doesn't even give me a look. Her face is lit up by a savage light
"Make me get another hard-on."
He puts his two hands on the nape of my friend's neck and draws her face down between his thighs. I see Jean's fingers running up and down the broken colmun, then her tongue and then it disappears into her mouth. In no tune the column dresses itself triumphantly and becomes too large for the mouth that contains it.
"Do you want it?" he says to me.
I feel like it but I know that I wont give in to my desire. Why doesn't he rape me? I wouldn't hold it against him. But I cannot admit to it freely. I violently answer "No". He nods his head.
Julia lies down next to him and wraps her legs around him. She says to Jean, "Take his dick and put it into me."
Jean does so. She does it with care, skill and pleasure; plenty of it Before the cock disappears completely into the cunt she kisses it, half on the cock and half on the professor's cunt
"In the little box., take it... put it into my asshole...", groans Julia.
Jean reaches for the box but I get there before she does. I don't know why I feel like doing this. Julia's buttocks are beautifully proffered. Underneath I can see the glistening cock covered with come and hair moving slowly in and out of her cunt I spread apart the cheeks of her ass and find a little hole bordered in pink and brown, it's beautiful. I give it a couple of licks. Her ass vibrates violently and makes the man bellow like a wild elephant in heat I take up the rubber instrument-now I know what it's called, how well I know now!-I stick it into her slowly, gently, and as deep as it will go. The flexible weapon transmits the thrusts of the cock on the other side of the slim partition which separates the anus from the vagina.
The groans and Tattles rise up from Julia's belly and bossom. She begins swearing again, "Oh, you bitch! You're choking me with that big handle."
I keep in time with the man's cock. I shove when he does. I feel him at the end of my weapon. Jean slides in behind me and starts to slurp up my pussy. I shudder and shove the fake cock even deeper and more violently into Julia who screams even louder.
Instinctively I jamb the handle of the fake cock between my thighs and hold it in my hands. I become a man. My whole body bumps and grindes rythmically.
Julia lets out a scream sharper than all the rest, "Go, flood me... fuck up my ass!"
I plunge it in all the way and hold it steady. I feel the spasms of the man's orgasm on the other side. I then squeeze the rubber bag with my two hands. The thick liquide (it must be milk, it's all white) spurts out. It back-waters out over the deep groove of the ass and runs down toward the vagina where it mixes with the man's come juice.
Julia collapses, gasping for air, her arms stretched out in the form of a cross on the fur rug like a feathered bird fallen to the ground. The man doesn't budge. He breaths heavily.
Day is falling. The twilight covers us as with a light cover. It hides us from each other. My features are drawn. Jean's, who has come to my side, are also drawn and purple.
"Oh, how I came... three times... maybe four...", she whispers.
Not me. I felt a lot of pleasure but not all the way. Who will ever tear that cry of the little death from my throat, who will ever succeed in making me feel that delicious agony...
* * *
In reality I had not as yet asked myself that question. Not exactly. I envied the pleasure which Jean experienced. I did not envy it of Jean. In truth I was really quite glad that I had remained a virgin; and at both ends.
Why was I glad? My husband, when I had offered myself, had deflowered me as if by a sense of duty. Jean had confided in me that Harry's wife had been deflowered by John two months before their marriage. It had provided John with no pleasure whatsoever. Hej had slept with her because he had found her sexy, that tall dark girl with eyes like olives.
Jean and my husband are seated in an armchair. He is on the seat and she on the arm. She is pecking away at his neck. He gets up.
"We going home, Helen?"
"My darlings, it's a wedding night today." the tall girl simpers.
Harry takes away the fingers which were fingering my cunt through the dress.
Die tall girl adds, "Are you taking me home, marquis? You're a bachelor and can do that little service for another."
"Will you have a drink at my place then?"
"Sure, honey. Live it up while you're still young."
It's said jokingly, but she'll go. First they'll stop at the only night club in the city. Just long enough to drink a scotch and to invite some of the "B" girls to come along after work. They'll take them along. The tall girl likes to see a girl being fucked and then to suck off another one while she's getting a cunt 'full. Tastes vary. Mine are even more questionable.
My husband drives slowly. He has placed a hand on my knee. The headlights sweep white the deserted streets, run along the grey walls and then light up the small suburban houses. Finally, beautiful mansions, sumptuous homes, park gates, and century old trees. Our house is here at the end of a princely alley.
**
I undress hurridly. I know that Larry is going to come. I put on a nightdress which is hardly transparent. He mustn't see my loins, my buttocks, my back.
He must not see those fine long welts that betray my vices; that bum under my breast, the bite mark on my shoulder. And then the needle marks everywhere.
One day he'll realise, he'll discover my secret. What will happen then?
He's here in front me wearing pyjamas. He's just wearing the pants.
"Do you want to sleep with me?"
"Sure, but no lights." I simper.
He takes me in his arms and kisses me gently on the neck, "Still modest, even with your little ol' husband?"
Only with him. But that began one day not so very long ago.
Lord, how far will I go?
CHAPTER IV
It all began with Jerry. It was five years ago. How was I unfaithful to Larry before that? The way all women of my class do it. I went away with my son and his governess to the house we had bought at Saint-Jean-de-Luz. I went out a lot. A young man danced with me and then accompanied me home. I allowed him to make love to me, not without some satisfaction, on the rear seat of the car or on the sand after a midnight dip which we took in the nude. It ended the evening in an agreable way, it went well after the dancing and the scotch.
Dancing. I experienced a very pleasuracle sensation at having a young man get sexually excited while pressed up against me.
We went regularly to a small night spot called the "Sleeper" which was located at the heart of a tortuous street near the port. The walls were colored red. The lighting was indirect: pale, coming out from sea shells on tall staffs and fish shapped forms caught in fishing nets tied with ribbons of all colors.
It was a baroque like place, dark and intimate. The shadows were warm and accomplices. The waiters dressed completely in black and moved about between the tables with a silence and savoirfaire worthy of hundred year old carps. The women bent over their ice-buckets with their bare shoulders in the deeply cut dresses and had the appearance of beautiful white slaves.
Youri, the head violonist of the gypsy orchestra, who had the look of someone who is about to burst into tears at any minute followed the pearl necklaces with a look that seemed to say, "Cut carefully along the dotted line."
It was made for 'love, for "pick-ups" without tomorrows, without regrets, without feelings of guilt. Life was uncomplicated: drink, make love, sleep, dance... and again and always.
Jerry danced so well. He was a tall boy, dark and thin and a face with high cheek bones, the features of a bullfighter, his mouth was rather thin and curled a little at the sides, giving it a perpetual look of arrogance and disdain. The son of a good family with the face of a distinguished hoodlum.
His cock was amazing. When he rubbed it up against my stomach it gave off an incredible amount of heat. It was huge and hard. We would no sooner begin dancing than I would feel it get big and unwind. And then I'd rub myself against this living thing which I had brought to life.
Jerry acted as if nothing was happening. After the dance he would go back to the party with which he always came. He had a woman some thirty years old who was tall and thin and a redhead. She had huge green eyes, a straight little nose, and an astonishingly supple and active body. And then there was another man, balding, tall, thin, dry, and whose eyes were a pale, bleached out blue, but where shone from time to time strange flashes of intensity. And then, another couple: a blonde woman, rather heavy but very tall with a thin mouth that seemed to be smiling all the time, but a smile empty of joy. A man with very curly hair, almost kinky, and who had an oriental look about him and who was a little fat, as all orientals are for that matter, was with the blonde.
Often Jerry was accompanied by a young woman. She was a "greyhound" type. Or if you prefer, fashion model. Exceedingly tall and thin with huge blue eyes, heavily made up. Her breasts were small but gave the impression of being quite ample under her dress, very hard and firm. And above all a pair of round buttocks, protruding, well separated by a deep groove in which the cloth of what she was wearing was always encrusting itself.
She seemed to be the wife or fiance of Jerry. However, they never danced together. From time to time she took his hand in hers. Their show of affection never went beyond that. At the most, Jerry, would take back her hand in an interval of two minutes.
As for me I went there with different friends of mine. Young people I had met on the beach... they introduce you to others and after several years of vacations at the place you wind up by knowing everybody.
Whenever I sat down among them I would see Jerry. He always came a little earlier. Immediately his eyes met mine. He never smiled. He made no advances. He seemed to measure me, appreciate me, and always with that perpetual pout on his lips. His two friends looked at me as well but more surreptitiously.
Then he' would come over and with a slight bow invite me to dance. Without ever saying a word. He rubbed up against me, but never with any show of emotion except for the stiffning of his prick against my stomach and cunt. He did not caress me in any other way and his expression which could certainly become violent, savage and filled with passion when he so desired; when with me was always impassible. He didn't have the slightest reaction, he seemed to be like a well regulated mechanism.
Once he said to me "You see, you make me have a hard-on."
With anyone else I would have gotten angry, I would have slapped him, I would have left, I would have refused to ever see him again. But that sort of coldness which he had in his way of speaking, in his every motion, and which gave the appearance of indifference, a kind of profound lassitude, attracted me despite my efforts not to be.
This ritual was repeated several evenings, during the first two weeks of this summer's vacation of nineteen hundred and forty nine; to be exact from the fifteenth to the thirtieth of June.
Then one evening he said to me, "How would you like to come and have a glass of champagne' with some friends?"
"But I'm already with someone."
"Drop those little jerks."
There was neither anger nor emotion in his voice. His invitation had the tone of an order due to the quiet assurance with which it was formulated. I went to get my wrap and cardigan for the evenings were cool and I was wearing a very low cut dress.
Not a word was said till we got to the car. There in front of a heavy american car he turned toward one of his companions, "May I introduce you to Stanley. Stanley this is... well what is your name?"
"Jean."
"Well, Jean."
Stanley was the tall one with the pale blue eyes. He pointed to the rear door that a chauffer was holding open. I got in and I noticed the others going over to a black 'Mercedes.
"Are you wearing a panty?"
I thought I was hearing things. The voice was cold as ice without the slightest emotion. "Pardon?"
"Take off your panty." "But.."
I was suddenly taken by .fright and wanted to escape.
"Take off your pants. I cant stand to be next to a woman who is wearing pants. I want to feel that you are all ready, available at a moment's notice."
He kept himself at a good distance from me and didn't try to touch me and I was convinced that he had no desire to do so.
Suddenly he pulled me by the hair. I screamed and found myself stretched out on my belly on the seat. I tried to struggle and caught a tremendous slap which nearly knocked me out
"I seem to remember telling you to remove your pants."
We were driving along the shore on the edge of the high sea-side cliffs. The road was deserted. In any case I was not thinking of escape. I suddenly didn't feel like it anymore. I swallowed a sob. I picked up my skirt Stanley did not look at me.
I pulled down the silken triangle. I pulled it down the length of my legs and then over my feet Stanley, still without looking at me, reached out his hand and took my pantys and shoved then into his pocket.
Shamefully, I lowered my skirt.
"Leave it up and put your heels on the seat and spread your thighs."
"1N0!"
"Do what I say or I'll leave you naked in the middle of the road and leave you to be picked up by my negro driver."
He punctuated his sentences with a rasping laugh. Perhaps he was hoping that I disobey him.
I placed my heels on the seat and spread my kness to the maximum.
"So there you are, as if you were about to get .fucked in the car."
There was a slight tremor in Stanley's voice.
"That's how you do it with your little friends, isn't it, bitch."
"No." I said defiantly, "I lie down."
"But right now your pussy is winking at the moon. You're thinking of Jerry's big cock, you dirty bitch? Wouldn't you like to have Jerry's big dong in your little pussy right now? Say yes! Repeat... come on..."
My voice became hoarse. I was afraid, very much afraid, I felt anguished, an anxiety from which a strange kind of pleasure was being born, very profound; it was coming from far off, it came from the interior of my belly which was getting hot. I repeated slowly, "I would like to have Jerry's big cock in my pussy."
"You're getting there my pretty. We'll train you easely. You'll see. Open my fly and play around with me a bit"
I didn't even object. I thought: This is a nightmare. But why was I hoping that it wasn't a nightmare, why did I feel good in this strange reality that seemed like an unhealthy dream?
I finally got a-hold of Stanley's dick. It wasn't even stiff. I played with it as I knew how: badly. I drew the foreskin gently back over its head. It had no effect on h. He smiled in the obscurity, a mean smile like the one that was always on the lips of the redhead at the "Sleeper".
We were still driving slowly along. We could see the headlights of the Mercedes ahead of us. We were passing underneath a mountain.
"Keep your thighs well spread apart."
I left them. As a matter of fact I was getting a certain amount of pleasure out of it Dare I say that for the first time this was inciting my imagination? I wasn't imagining Jerry, nor anything real actually. With my hand on Stanley's cock that remained limp, my eyes closed, my mouth dry, I mused about passion, confusedly, but from my belly was rising a kind of voluptuousness which till then I had never experienced.
Stanley suddenly took my hand away from his instrument and placed it between my thighs.
I knew what he wanted and I did it. I carressdd myself slowly. Then a little faster. I had never really liked that. AJ1 of a sudden, sitting next to this frigid man, I liked it. Little shivers ran all through me, short, quick, but which collected into voluptuousness. I began excreting juices slowly and deliciously.
The car turned. We passed through a gate and followed a large path which ended at the door of an old mansion placed in the center of a large park. Lights streamed through all the windows as if a big party were going on. But there was no noise to be heard.
The Mercedes pulled up next to the entrance. We pulled up behind it. We entered into a large entry hall with a black tile floor. The walls were bung with abstract paintings and phalluses, tall plants and strange fruits.
From there we entered a large room where our footsteps were lost in deep black Carpets. Two antic cupboards stand on either side of the great oak doors. The ceiling was low. At the rear of the room there was built a structure of dark wood resembling a chapel and its roof was still lower than the ceiling. Chains were hung from this roof, terminating in steel amulets. Fixed to the floor were heavy mooring Tings like those used to anchor fishing boats.
The surrouding walls were bare. In the center was a heavy wooden oak door, dark as the doors to the room.
"Get her ready." says Stanley.
The women got up.
"Come." the redhead says. (It is was only later that I learned that her name was Natasha and that she was Russian.)
The other one followed us into a kind, of boudoir furnished with 'large carved chests. An oriental bed even with the floor level was covered with a bunch of mismatched blankets.
"Undress, slave." the redhead throws at me.
"Do what you're told and do it quickly." adds the blonde.
I stop trying to understand. I get undressed. The redhead is naked before I am. She wasn't wearing anything under her wide skirt. She has little breasts but pointy and firm with large dark rings around her nipples. Her body gave off a spicy odor that went to one's head. She had magnificent buttocks. It was a nice ass in the french sense of that word. She had a flat belly and wild cunt Yes, her pussy was red, a deep red full of animal reflections.
The blonde was ample. Voluminous breasts she had. They have a tremendous uplift and are amazingly firm. This opulent mass hardly budged and its slight downward slant, casting shadows over her milky flesh added to her charms. Her belly was round and soft, a beautiful woman's stomach, her buttocks were heavy but without any ugly folds where they joined her thighs and hard as wood, they were. The redhead had long thighs, finely shaped like a negress'. The other had short thighs, very round which encased a cunt covered by champagne colored froth.
The two of diem put on almost transparent veils embroidered with gold thread.
Naked, I waited between the two of them. I heard a rattling sound. A heavy linked chain came down over my shoulders and I cried out and bent under their weight. It was very painful. It formed a cold, heavy and hard necklace which hung down "to my belly.
Already the blonde was down at my feet at attaching another heavy chain to my ankles.
I was suddenly struck again by a terrible wave of fear.
"Let me go, you're crazy, let me go... please." "March, slave."
It was only then that I noticed the long and fine welts that ran along the shoulders and backs of the two women. I noticed it because I now saw in their hands whips of long leather thongs.
"Five blows apiece, my pretty." says the redhead hoarsely, "Five lashes 1 Five multiplied by two makes ten!"
I received two lashes simultanously on my buttocks. I felt a burning pain. I jerked forward. An additional shove in the back precipitated me into the room where the men were waiting.
There was a sound of flutes. Three negros, completely naked were sitting crosslegged underneath the chains hanging from the ceiling, blowing into long reeds. They were playing a slow monotonous melody, the kind one plays when charm in,g a snake. Their cocks stood up straight from between their legs.
In an alcove, on a table, there burned in an urn a kind of mixture of paper or incense or a strange perfume, light and which went to one's head causing a light headedness. I later discovered that it was a mixture of marijauna and belladona sprinkled with the essense of various flower petals.
The men were standing before the table with their arms crossed. Their waists were encased in wide leather belts studded with shinning stones, transparent like diamonds.
"Over there, lie down." Stanley yelled at me.
I obeyed. What else was there to do?
I watched them. Their torsos were bare. The oriental, fat and pot-bellied, Was wearing a kind of crown on his head from which rose a bunch of multicolored plumes. Their legs were tightly encased in the kind of tights dancers wear, but these tights permited their dongs to hang out free. The Oriental and Jerry had hard-ons. Not so with Stanley. Whats more, it really was Jerry. He had a magnificent torso, triangular. A fine narrow waist below the spread of his shoulders.
His skin was golden and smooth and without a hair. The Oriental was on the contrary, furry. Stanley was white and skinny, his muscles and bones stuck out everywhere under the 'light coming from a huge chandelier and white fixtures.
A movement of the Oriental's hand -whose name was Ho-sam -stopped the sound of the flutes. The negros remained motionless with their eyes lowered, not daring to look at the women. They had apparently been forbidden to do so. How was it possible to still find servants that kept silent and were devoted?
One of them got up and went to fetch a large tray which he then brought over and placed on the table. On it were placed small earthen pitchers of all colors. The women gave the men to drink directly from the pitchers. They bent slightly backwards and the women poured the liquide into their mouths. It spilled over onto their chests and so they licked the men all over. When they reached their dongs they licked at them and then took them entirely into their mouths, making little slurpping noises of pleasure. But that didn't last long. They pushed them away brutally. They rolled over on the floor and remained there, looking up at their strange lords.
"You, lie down like a dog, your kisser against the ground." Jerry yelled suddenly as I was looking at him. I immediately turned over, hunched myself.
They came towards me. I heard them coming without looking to see if they were. A kick made me pick up my stomach and get on all fours.
Ho-Sam put his hands on my buttocks. With his thumbs he spread them apart.
"Her ass-hole isn't bad." he said softly, "It looks virgin on this side". He shoved his finger in.
I gave a little yelp and it made him laugh, a little giggle.
"Do you think she has some spirit?" asked Jerry.
"I don't know." answered Stanley, "Anyway, she doesn't know how to jerk-off."
He bent down and put his fingers into my vagina. Very gently. He moved them about and then took my clitoris between two fingers and caressed it a long time.
His fingers were long and skilled. My fear disappeared. It was replaced by another kind of fear which I had never experienced and which had remained stored in my entrails. What was going to happen? The chains were biting into my skin.
"Takes her a long time to come." says one of them, "Isn't in the habit of a good fuck. I like alright."
Their voices were low and natural. One could have thought that they were discussing politics or the weather. It was perhaps this very fact which kept me from screaming. The chains were really hurting me terribly.
Suddenly, Ho-Sam began talking a strange language, raising his voice.
A second or two passed and then I felt myself being picked up by the negros. It was then that I screamed.
"Let me go, I don't like negros, I .don't want any negros!" They made fun of me.
A strap placed around my waist fixed me against the post. My feet were placed, ankle chains and all into broguens fixed to the floor (an old instrument of torture). My arms were raised high and m the form of a cross and attached by my wrists to the iron rings hanging from the ceiling. I was Crucified, stretched from mooring to mooring without any possibility of defending myself.
The light was lowered. The women, still lying on the carpet dressed m their veils, were looking at me savagely. One would have thought of two cats.
"Aba, begin!"
I was now turned with, my back to the men. A simple turn of a lever sufficed to change my position on the rack.
The first lash oft the whip got me on the small of the back. I let out a yell. Another on the back... another, on the shoulders, then the buttocks... My screams of pain kept time with the whistle of the thongs and their flat sound against my skin.
The hoarse voice of a woman, the redhead's surely.
"Whip her on the ass. On the ass. Hard Aba! Look at her wriggle, ah, ah, ah."
"Ya, she sure can wriggle." answered the dry voice of the blonde.
Only one of the negros was whipping me. The other two had taken up their flutes again and were continuing to play their monotonous, high, and lancinating melody.
The whipping stopped. The rack creaked. The chains gleamed in the reddish obscurity. The two women had come near and their eyes really glistened now.
The three men were facing me. From between their legs their cocks stood up straight and stiff. I wished that they's throw me on a table and fuck me hard. I wanted it so much I thought I was going to the.
Then, "Lower the chain!"
Ho-Sam repeated the order in a guttural language and the negro obeyed.
With my arms released, my whole body sagged; in a moment I was on my knees.
"Slave." Jerry says, "You must suck us off. You first lord Ho-Sam."
"A bunch of nuts!" I think, "They're crazy." But my whole body is attracted towards them.
I took Jerry's cock into my mouth.
At rest it was soft and small. Hard it had taken on incredible proportions. It was the most beautiful, the biggest root I had ever laid eyes on.
The scrotum enveloped two perfect nuts, hidden in a curly bush which mounted in all its blackness up to the navel in a kind of dark path which ended on the thorax.
His pole, long and cylindrical, superbly arrogant, jerked up with its skin giving the impression of being wrinkled, this sheaf from which emerged a gland in 'full bloom, filled with blood, ready to burst.
I put my lips gently around this superb cock under the watchful eyes of the others. All of a sudden despite my 'burning back, my face which was being chapped by my drying tears, my being completely shaken, drunk, I wanted to perform a good piece of work before them.
I ran my tongue up the length of the fragile and thin string of skin underneath the head and down again slowly before taking the whole of the head into my mouth. I pulled away in order to look at the little hole which terminated at the end of the head and watched it open and contract and quiver.
I then titilated it with the tip of my tongue. My hands kneaded his big balls Which were swelling, living in my palms, like a big, hot and furry animal.
With one sudden motion I took the whole of it into my mouth.
"Oh, the dirty bitch, the good bitch!" chuckled Stanley.
With a sudden and violent motion of his hips he jammed his dick all the way down my throat I almost bit it. I was choking.
"Come," rasped the redhead, "come into her pretty little face!"
"Come! Come!" the blonde echoed. She chanted: "Come good Stanley honey, fill her pretty mouth of a prig, filled its with your come juice put it all into her mouth,"
She crawled oyer to him and jammed her tongue between his ass cheeks. He bellowed and I couldn't get his enormous cock out of my throat. I breathed with it, kneaded it with my cheeks, I was literaly digesting it
And suddenly a hot, salty, thick, sticky liquide poured into me. I coughed. "Don't spit"
Stanley had pulled away and the mouth of the redhead was on mine. That which I couldn't keep-, as I was choking, she took off my lips and swallowed with little gurgling sounds. During this time she was working over my humid cunt.
She too pulled away and I grabbed the Oriental's black cock; burning hot It was huge when at rest but when erect was hardly larger than any other. His hard-on wasn't hard. But it must be the kind that lasts a long time.
While I sucked him off, as I had done for Stanley, he called me dirty names in his barbaric and guttural tongue.
His come juice spurt into my mouth and over my face, for I had pulled away just at the moment that he came. This time it was the blonde that came to lick my face.
I barely had the time to start on Jerry again when he came. It was one long, hot jet I was all sticky. Clogged as I was. I couldn't wipe myself off. The come juice was slowly drying on my face.
The flutes continued playing.
The women crawled away slowly. Aba, the black that had whipped me, was dancing. He undulated his tall black body. At first his movements were slow and then he got down supporting himself on his long, thin and outstreched arms and arched his body. A kind of ripple ran along his stomach. He imitated to perfection the motions of love with that natural african asciviousness. The flutes were mounting higher and higher.
Jerry actioned the rack and caused the chains to rise once again and again I was spread out.
Abat got up and continued dancing standing up. The men had stretched1 themselves out on the floor. The women were kneeling as if in prayer.
Without stopping his undulation, his shoulders motionless, but his hips doing an energetic bump and grinde, he stepped behind me and took me by the waist
The redhead shuddering in rhythm with his movements came over to join him. I felt her soft fingers spread my ass cheeks. The negro's cock slid forward very slowly, forcing open my flesh. It was a large cock but soft like Hon Sam's.
With a sudden thrust it plunged all the way in and 1 screamed. It was as if I had been ripped apart However, the slow movements, the interminable dance, the chains, all facilitated his task.
Suddenly his sperm spurt into the groove of my ass and then ran down to my cunt. Aba was already gone and siting down next to his two companions. The sensation of pleasure that I had experienced had been very slight, probably because of the initial pain.
Another negro who had abandoned his flute was already stationed behind me. I tried to struggle but my desparate wriggles excited him all the more. They also excited those two dirty women. One after the other hoarsely cried, "Corn-hole her good. Do it to her royal I"
"Take her ass-hole, ream her out, fill her asshole with come juice""
The second negro bit me in the back. His fingers tore at my tits, my belly.
I smelled his thick breath on my neck. He penetrated me With one hard thrust. It felt like a red hot blade piercing right through me.
This time I nearly swooned. I screamed. But my scream wasn't one of pain, not exactly. It was a mixture of the two.
I heard the voice of one of the women, "She's coming, she's coming..."
And I realised that she too was having an orgasm. It was the redhead. She had left me and the two of them were in each others arms; masturbating each other.
Jerry came forward. He was holding his dong in his two hands like a baseball bat, straight and pointing at me. He advanced, aiming at me.
I wanted it, I desired it, I hoped for it, him, at the moment when passion and pain were battling it out inside me.
He caressed my vagina quietly with his ramrod, running it up and down on my lips, whirling it around the edges of my hole. And then he plunged it in with a single thrust without touching me.
I felt his cock job the nigger's. The two of then began ha me ring away at me in time, knocking up against the thin membrain separating the vagina from the anal passage.
His legs were spread apart and his dick was massaging me very slowly.
It was then that Ho-Sam came up behind him. I saw him point his tool and with one well aimed plunge buried it in Jerry's ass-hole who let out with bellows of joy. The negro's and Jerry's sperm shot out at the same time, spilling into my ass and cunt in one tidal wave. The pleasure was so intense that I fainted'.
All at once an orgasm, my first orgasm, undid me completely. All my life and being had descended down into my cunt and had boiled over.
When I opened my eyes, Jerry and Ho-Sam were intertwined on the floor. The third negro was riding away on the redhead.
Stanley came toward me. He lowered the chains and rack, loosened my feet and wrists and then gave me a light kick in the ribs.
"Lie down* sleep." he,said.
I fell asleep under-the lacerations of the chains but with my body completely fulfilled.
* * *
I was about to reach my twenty-fith birthday when it all happened. I had just experienced a sensation of pleasure which I had desparately searched for and in which I had almost stopped believing.
My body had been thrown into complete confusion. I had felt the rush of my own come juice down through my entrails and flooding my cunt.
I had come to understand the gentleness and toughness of a prick. I had needed the pain, the humiliation in order to attain fulfillment.
Thirty years. I'm thirty today. Since yesterday rather, because it's already past midnight.
My husband ends his petting. I make believe that I'm enjoying it, I moan a little. I try to imagine other caresses, other cocks then his which I take in my hand without knowing what to do with it. I try to imagine that I'm being chained, whipped; being humiliated That's a middleclass education for you; for if I caress it too well, he'll despise me. And because I hadn't caressed him well he was unfaithful.
He gets on top of me and jambes his knees between my spread thighs. He is very touching, he murmurs, "Happy birthday, darling." and he puts his rediculous dick into my vagina.
The other day he said' to me, "It's funny hut you seem to be bigger." I answered, " What do you expect, one grows older, I'm getting flabby." He thought that he had annoyed me. He wont mention it again.
I hump my hips in time with his. Minutes pass. He pants in my face. I don't hold it against him. I afford him pleasure. I don't know why, but that's the way it is. I wish that the pleasure would come from him, but that's impossible now.
Finally, "he spits out his venom" as the doctors say. He pulled out as a matter of fact. He comes all over my stomach and I have to get up in order to get rid of all that gook with a washcloth.
I had murmured several times, "It's good... more... a little bit more..."
Just what's permitted by decency. He is over joyed, the poor darling; persuaded that he's made me come a little.
"My wife," he says with some pride, " is frigid."
He puts on that little smile which means, "Me, I've got my little system."
I let him believe it. It's polite and honest. And moreover he's convinced that no one else has ever fucked me.
Poor love.
I have often returned to the mansion. I have taken my pleasure with the negros, with the two women, but rarely with the men.
Once, they brought in a girl that they had picked up in a club. She nearly went crazy. It was me that whipped her. I had dressed myself up as an animal trainer, with high leather boots, long sleeved gloves and I wore a mask.
We had to drop her off in the middle of a deserted road after having blindfolded her. She was never able to tell the police, with whom she had registered a complaint, the little bitch, where it had happened. But after that, just for safty's sake we never showed yourselves at Saint-Jean in a group.
We never stopped coming that night. The negros went wild, whipping and com-holing her with an unbelievable ardor.
After that we dragged her around on a leash. We worked her over till the blood ran and then we finished her off with all kinds of rubber instruments.
The vacations had ended. But once in Paris I found, not Jerry who I had found so handsome, but Stanley.
Yes, Stanley. And I love him. Anyway I'm attached to him by a chain which is superior to sentiments.
I made my husband accept my going to Paris for eight days each month. He had agreed for he is not jealous.
It is there that I see my lover with his pale stare, and cold lips...
CHAPTER V
Stanley lives in a private house surrounded by a 'little park in the residential suburb. The first time I went to Paris I called him.
Always very cerimonious over the telephone, he answered, "Where are you my dear?"
"I arrived at the East station this morning. I've taken a room in a small hotel on Bonaparte Street at Samt-Ciermain."
"Come on over."
"When?"
"But right away. And bring your bags.
You'll live here during your slay." "I'm staying four days." "Fine, now come on."
.*
A black valet came to open the heavy court gate on the top of which there was a blazon depicting a lion's head.
The walls of the large reception hall were covered with horror masks. They depicted imaginary animals, homed, horrible, sticking out their tongues.
In addition there were animal bellies and erect phalluses.
All of it created the impression of a pervasive and cruel grin filled with the teeth of laughing animal heads. To the rear there was a carved oaken sliding panel. Behind it was the post, the chains, the broguens, the leather boots and accrutements and the whips carefully ranged in a rack.
I was able to see all this by way of a door that had been left open. Stanley was waiting for me m an immense office into which the black servant introduced me. He was seated across the room behind a solid work table.
A friend of his was seated facing him in an armchair.
He says, "Hallo." and nothing more. The other man was thin and blonde with rather dark eyes. Very well dressed in an English styled costume.
He regarded me without smiling, as if he were trying to remember my face.
Stanley pressed a button encased in a leather cylinder. A half-breed maid appeared.
"Undress her.", Stanley said pointing at me.
The Englishman continued to look at me coldly, I even wondered if I aroused the slightest curiosity in him.
The half-breed's movements were quick and precise. She took off the jacket of my tailored suit and then unhooked my sweater in the back and made me slip it off along my arms. She unhooked my bras which fell to the ground, leaving my breasts bare and trembling.
Down came my skirt, sliding down my tighs. It was the first time that I was wearing black smoked stockings and black under-pants bordered in lace of slightly lighter shade like an ink blot on my slightly tanned belly. The whip lashes had left their marks, fine and 'long, on the flesh of my shoulders.
"Leave her stockings on. Her pants too."
The Englishman gestured to me with his hand I went up to him. He stretched out his hand and with a single jerk ripped off my pantys and threw them over is soulder.
"Sit down on the edge of the table." commanded Stanley.
I obeyed, my thighs spread as wide as they'd go, exposing my cunt to the Englishman.
He was still looking at me. He only stared at the center of my body into the dark and curly bush, covering my cunt. He sait nothing and showed no emotion.
Finally he took out his cock and remained a long time just holding it in his hands, continuing to stare at me all the while.
Then he came toward me. "Turn around!"
I turned, presenting him with my buttocks, my feet set on the ground, my legs spread out as far as they would go. I thought that he was going to fuck me doggy style. Stanley was looking at me with an enigmatic smile.
The pain made me scream out, but I dug my nails into the edge of the table and managed not to budge. In the wall mirror I saw the Englishman's arm and then his hand which was holding a riding crop, rising and falling. Three times the leather tool came down on my buttocks. Then he dropped the whip and with a single bound shoved it in.
He was inside my cunt His mouth bit at my nape, his fingers tore at my breasts.
My eyes never left those of Stanley's. He was saying to me, "Look at me, keep looking at me. I want to see you come, you're going to come..."
His voice was far away like that of a medium and mine too took on that quality, a little lost. I repeated, "Yes, I will come, I will come well..."
The Englishman kept at it slowly. He stuck it in slowly into my cunt and then took it almost all the way out again before slowly thrusting it in, once more with a steady beat.
Just when he was about to come I began to yell. Yelling with joy and pleasure. \ was having a real orgasm, full of passion. My come juice was pouring out of my womb and over his cock. I felt my juice flooding him, running over his balls. I waited for his.
Suddenly he grabbed me and forced me to kneel down and then jammed1 his cock into my mouth. I swallowed it all, hardly stopping to take a breath, drooling just a little of his whipped cream.
"Go take a bath now. And remember no pantys and no bras."
I got 'Up slowly, obeying my master's orders.
All in Stanley's house was period except for the bathroom which was ultra-modern. The floor was covered by a clear black mosaic in which one could see oneself like in a pool of dark water. The walls too were 'black as was the tub which was long and built into the wall.
Jade colored shelves contained bottles of salts and perfumes of all kinds. The towels were of a rainbow of pastel colors. Long and full bathrobes were hung on the door.
The half-breed helped me get into the bath which she had drawn for me. The water's temperature was perfect, even if it did accentuate the burns caused by the whip, but the over-all effect was delicious and all my body relaxed. no
The servant massaged me, and washed me all over. She caressed my breasts with her soappy hands with a great gentleness her expert fingers caused my nipples to become erect. Those same fingers then slipped into my pussy. Then she rinsed me off.
* * *
It was then that the negro came into the room. Completely bare. His cock erect and aiming straight at me. He carefully dosed the door. The woman smiled. He said, " Do you want to... you no say anything?"
I nodded my assent. I desired it, I still desired it.
I got out of the "tub and propped myself up against the edge, leaning on my hands, my thighs spread wide, waiting to deceive him.
He came at me without any preamble. I risked that. His cock shot into me, sinking into my very depths, with one single thrust. He fucked like he danced, in undulating his entire body. His balls, sagging and spongy, banged against my ass in a wild cadence. He panted. I whimpered. It lasted a long time.
It lasted at least twenty minutes. I came three times, deep orgasms, liberating all my sensations of pleasure, gasping, rattling in my throat and letting out with the bellows of a bitch in heat I listened to myself and that doubled my pleasure.
The maid watched us. She had pulled up her apron under which she wore nothing and was masturbating herself in time to our fuck grinde, and she too letting out little cries of pleasure. She had big tits which burst through the top of her uniform.
* * *
Afterwards I went to sleep in a little room with red walls, to which I had been led. The furniture consisted of the bed and an old carved chest into which my travel things had been jambed.
On the wall was hung the stuffed head of a laughing donkey. It was attached between two gigantic horns.
It was the negro who came to wake me. He shook me gently by the shoulders.
"Missy... de boss, he want see you."
I went down. Stanley was waiting for me in the large reception room. The oak panel was pushed back and so revealing the instruments of torture. Three men were there, seated in armchairs. All three were wearing kimonos of different colors.
I had put on a dressing gown.
"'Nude, slave!" cried Stanley.
I took off the dressing gown.
"Down on your knees. Here, in front of us."
The half-breed came over next to me. She too was naked. She got to her knees, her head lowered. Around us the masks leered, lit up* from underneath by special light fixtures.
The negro remained standing. He only wore a loincloth. His dick stuck out from the side of the cloth.
"You, Jean, slave... you have made love with this negro." "It isn't true." "You're lying." "No, I..."
"Explain to her... you." "Missy, de wall, you kin see through it. Dem menses dey look at you an' me." "Bastard!"
"Don't insult my black. You're going to be punished, and the maid as well for having been your accomplice."
The negro jumped on me and carried me away. I let him attach me without struggling, first the feet into the broguens and then the arms in the form of a cross. I was beginning to be aware of the hidden significance of this sinister game and k excited me all the more.
A spotlight suddenly lit up my body, making it whiter than it was. The men were watching, hidden in the darkness.
The negro's laniard cut into the front of my body. I screamed. I howled. It came down repeatedly and I continued screaming, watching all the while the negro's cock which kept swelling, jerking up, getting out of proportion with each successive blow. He enjoyed that, he loved it., and would have liked..
I could here the heavy breathing of the men. They were jerking each other off, hunched up on the floor, all sticky with gook and watching all the time the blood running down my body. It felt like hot snakes running all over my body, leaving the sticky tracks which were my fine wounds.
I was half-conscious and I was hoping that k would continue till I fainted.
The negro unloosed me but I hardly felt him doing it. He threw me to the ground without making any effort of caution. I saw him going over to the half-breed.
"Your turn with the whip, Jean."
The girl was crucified. Her long cylindrical legs opened to show her kinky cunt, full of black reflections of bluish tones like the underside of a crow's wing.
Her tits were magnificent, big, very round, with large pointy nipples which were 'like fingers. She gave off a strong aphrodisiac odor. While waking for what was going to happen she had closed her wide eyes bordered by deep black lashes, and her still mouth had thick jutting lips which made one think of a fresh wound.
The negro shoved the leather boots toward me. I put them on and around my waist I buckled a wide leather belt that covered all of my middle, from my tits to my cunt. Although my back was completely encased I could still move and bend down.
The body in front of me swung slightly. Without warning I lashed out with the whip. I had aimed for the waist and with skill. The snake uncurled and then wound about her like an avid tongue reaching her ass, an ass round and protruding. The half-breed never made so much as a sound, nor so much as a shudder. I aimed for her thighs. I lashed out faster and faster. I saw the lash cut red .furrows into the flesh and then the blood oozing out slowly.
I directed my weapon toward the shoulder. I continued to lash out with force. This time I got her tit She remained impassible, her eyes remained closed, but I noticed that all her muscles were contracting and jerking. I drank deeply at the cup of her pain.
"That's enough."
I obeyed with regret. The black had disappeared. The spot light was turned off. I released the half-breed. She rolled over onto the floor and remained there motionless. I then bent over and began kissing her wounds. I enjoyed the salty taste of the hot Mood that came away on my tongue. Very soon she was reciprocating my caresses. Her mouth took mine prisoner, and then my tits. It was a big hot mouth, feminine, well muscled; I liked its contact against my swelling tits. I ran my fingers all over her smooth skin, so soft and then into her tropic and well lubricated pussy.
She took my clitoris between her long fingers. I did the same for her. We came, but without great violence, pleasurably, pressed against one another, forgetting our wounds. Behind us we could hear the men panting. I saw Stanley on all fours getting bung holed by the Englishman.
We remained stretched out on the floor of the room, as inert as it...
* * *
The sky was turning to a rosy hue when a tiny bell began to ring-sharply. We heard k as if were the bell of a small nearby chapel.
Stanley was standing at the window and his silhouette was all shadow against the streaming light of day. I saw his arm rise and begin to gesture. I went over to him. Far down the street there was a man leading a little donkey with two baskets of herbs on its back. Stanley suddenly grabbed some cloths near at hand and put them on hurridly. "Come on."
We ran across the park half undressed. The man and his donkey were now up to the gate. Stanley motioned him to stop. He was a good old soul, the kind one can still find in the country. He was selling aromatic herbs.
"What would you like?" he asked, "they're very healthy. Natural herbs, you know, you can burn them and that perfumes the whole house... and there are those for teas, and..."
"I'll buy the whole thing." said Stanley.
"All of it?"
"All."
The man looked at us with incredulity. But the impressive looking house must have reassured him. Joy and happiness krept into his coal nugget eyes.
"The donkey too." Stanley added.
"You want to buy my donkey? But that is impossible my good sir, I need him for my work."
"You can always find another. I'll give you two hundred dollars right now, how's that?"
"Two hundred and fifty," says the other who by now had succeeded in overcoming his surprise, "Damn... I don't gain anything on the donkey, he's young and strong, and the time during which I don't have him..."
"O.K., sure. Take this and get.."
He had pulled a roll of fifty dollar bills from an inside pocket The man took the bills, counted them quickly and left double time without waiting for his change, leaving his small donkey behind him. He turned around to look back several times. Perhaps he feared that we would change our minds and try to catch up to him.
Stanley put the donkey to pasture in the park. It was an enchanting animal with soft and tender eyes. He permitted himself to be led with docility, letting out with little heehaws of satisfaction, now that we had relieved him of his sacks.
* * *
The negro appeared at the front door of the house and anounced that dinner was served. A A large car drew up to the outside gate which then opened mechanically from the inside. For a moment I thought that it was Jerry. But out from the car stepped a stout man wearing glasses. The glasses reflected the light from the setting sun and gave him an air of uneasiness.
He was accompanied by two women. One of them was very young, certainly no older than twenty. The starlet type, wearing a tight fitting dress which agressively outlined her breasts, a flat stomach, long nordic thighs, well shaped calves, a high well rounded ass perfectly outlined and with the cheeks well separated. On top of all that, screwed on a swan's neck was a very white and smooth face with huge black eyes which however lacked expression and all of it was topped by a flamboyant head of hair, partly blond and partly red. Her mouth was a swollen pout worked over with a brush and it was quite visibly made for sucking.
The second one was more opulent, rather the southerne type with large buttocks hung a little lower, volumonous tits also hung low, and her round belly swelling out the front of her black dress. An oval face with olive complexion and a good mouth.
"Go and get dressed." Stanley says to me, "Put on a very plain black dress, no panty*, no bras. Wear net stockings."
I disappeared into the house. When I reappeared dressed as I had been ordered to, the guests were in the dinning room. The long table was lit by glass cocks with bulbs in their interior. The table setting was of pure silver, unworked and ith no pattern. I was seated between Stanley and the Englishman. The stout gentleman was facing me. He looked at me surreptitiously from time to time and I saw his eyes light up. Mine were drawn. It was that which must have excited him. I immediately decided that he was not one of the habitual frequenters of the house. This wasn't a man like Stanley or *he Englishman. He did not have their fascinating coldness and deliberateness and disarming impassibility.
The negro and the half-breed maid served us delicate fish, meats prepared -in such a way that one could not recognise them, but they were delicious to the taste. I suspected mem of being stuffed with aphrodisiacs. There were servants which I had never seen before working in the kitchen. Three negros carrying flutes that resembled those of Saint-Jean de Luz entered.
But they did not remain in the dinning room. Stanley got up and led them to a little room off to the side separate from where we were by a curtain of bamboo beads. We could barely make them out and they could not see us at all.
* * *
Their twisting and tortured music began to rise. At the same time the incense burners began emitting their mysterious fumes, smelling of belladona and rare perfumes.
Stanley turned to the half-breed, "Prepare the women. You, go and help her." he whipered even lower, "You'll put on the leather costume The one of an animal trainer, but with your tits and cunt uncovered. Now go."
He got to his feet and bowed:
"Ladys, you are much too dressed-up for such a simple evening. If you would be so kind as to follow my servant."
As for that servant, the man with the glasses, balding at that, and his two companions hadn't stopped to stare at her. She was completely nude underneath a transparent uniform. The women had spent much of their time looking at the negro whose cock was always showing between the flaps of his loincloth.
Now their eyes lit .up A dry feverish color spread over their cheeks.
I took them to the boudoir situated between the room of pleasures and the dining room.
"Get undressed." I say.
"Completely?" simpered the youngest.
"Of course."
She clucked as she took off her dress. Her companion was ready to 'burst in her under things. The bitches, they were just dying to be had. They had come for a good free for all, but I was thinking that they weren't aware of how things were done here.
I left the half-breed to finish undressing them and behind a screen I found a pair of boots, a pair of narrow leather pants, opened in the front and which clearly showed off the inside of my thighs and cunt, an open blouse of leather as well, and a whip. I slipped into my pocket a magnificent dildo which happened to be there, made of black rubber with a bulb. You never could tell.
The two women were still in their pantys.
When they saw me they blanched and gasped Already the chain manipulated by the half-breed was bending the younger.
"Beautiful slave!" I said and gave her a tremendous slap on the ass that made her yelp. The outline of my hand remained.
The other had a moment of hesitation. Another chain coller changed her mind. The halfbreed tackled one and I the other. I expressly knocked mine down. I quickly fastened the irons I had picked up onto her ankles. You had to have a key to open them like handcuffs, there was no great chance that either one of them would be able to get free in the near future.
"March, slaves. Forward."
They screamed with rage.
"This is horrible. We don't want anything to do with this."
I almost burst out laughing when we walked into the room. The fat man too was chained and fettered. He was purple with anger.
They had forced him to get on all fours. The Englishman with the most serious of expressions was ingeniously trying to circumvent the fat man's contorsions in order to introduce into hiss ass a very strange looking dildo which was quite thin and terminated in a bouquet of feathers, resembling a peacock's tail. He finally succeeds. "March," says he, putting his foot on the small of his back. The other foaming with anger, "No! No!" "Jean!"
It was Stanley who had called my name. He pointed to the victim. I went up to him and let fly my whip full force. The other howled.
"March, dog... forward."
I whipped him some more. I was liking it more and more. I licked him in the ass with my very pointed boots. He finally gave in and began to move forward.
"Around the table, till you're told to stop and stop the noise."
The two women were sobbing.
"Well my darlings," says Stanley, "you did come for a free for all. You had been told that one had a ball at my place, you wanted' to be invited, well you'll see how much 'fun we're going to have."
I noticed that the third man of this afternoon had left... invited elsewhere perhaps... or just tired.
The flutes were reaching dizzying heights. The oak panel had been slid back, revealing the chains, the rack and the broguens.
"Tonight, you run the show." Stanley tells me.
I didn't fed like participating in pleasure directly. I was filled and v^eary. I felt like enjoying the show.
"I'd like to see both of them suck off the nigger, both at the same time, just to stimulate our appetite."
"No, I don't want to." cried the younger one.
A sharp blow of the whip on the shoulder and her scream died as the blood first oozed.
"We're going to start with you and you're going to suck like a queen; you're going to slide your tongue into his ass hole and then over his balls, his cock and then you're going to swallow his come juice."
"No!"
"Do we crucify her?"
"Yes," says Stanley quietly, "the only thing to do is to crucify her."
Between the two of us we dragged her over to the chains hanging from the ceiling, despite her yelling. She was twisting, shuddering, crying and swearing. She was beautiful, her whole body trembled with fear, her tits vibrated, and her haunches rolled.
As we were histing her up on the rack, her arms hanging loose, her fear got the best of her and she was unable to contain herself. A brown and greasy substance ran down her thighs. She became aware of her defecation and couldn't contain a sob.
The negro's eyes were burning. He leaned over toward Stanley and asked, "Can I bung hole her?" so that only his master could hear.
"No. Take the other one."
The half-breed was looking at us and he gave her an order in a strange language.
The negro was on top of the woman already. She was struggling. I went over to her and turned her over on her back and spread her thighs by twisting the chain that bound her ankles.
"Help me." said the negro.
Stanley watched us. I wet my fingers and spread apart her heavy brown ass cheeks. The hole was there, nice and round with a pretty pink hem and the little brown center, just like a pretty truffle. I bent down and ran my tongue around it. A shiver ran down her whole body. I put my finger in and twisted it around several times.
"You're hurting me." she whimpered.
But her little groans belied her words.
The negro grabbed her around the stomach and lifted her up to his height
"I've never had it done to me... 1 don't want to.
The negro was suffering. He couldn't get into her. While the other one was hanging like a hanged man, Stanley and his friend had come to watch us perform.
I pushed the black away. I brought the dildo out of my pocket It was a rubber cock and by squeezing the terminal bulb which resembled a pair of balls one could fill it with liquide by suction. When filled it became very hard. There was a mechanism to contain the liquide and the pressure. By removing a ring one could liberate the contained liquide which then shot out by the hole at the tip of the simulated head. It spurted out in one powerful jet
"Spread out her ass hole." I say to the negro.
He does so skilfully with his thumb and forefinger. The dildo is well greased. I start pushing it in very slowly. The woman screams as if she were getting her throat cut The negro had Stopped spreading it out. He had slipped himself half way under her and now plunged his big dong into her cunt.
I felt the heavy cock knocking up against my instrument. I kept pushing it in.
When I had shoved it in good and deep, almost three quarters of it, I stopped pushing. I leaned over on the brunettes opulent back. I grabbed her tits in my hands and beautiful tits they were with thick juicy nipples that swelled and choked between my ringers, palpitating at the tips of their round and firm rooted globes.
I attached myself to the rubber instrument and like a man I began pumping at her in time with the negro's humping.
After a few moments the woman stopped sobbing. All at once, she began to wriggle, her hips hunching around against mine and the smell of sweat mingling with the negro's oder went to my head.
She was yelling, "Oh, it's too fucking good! ah, I'm coming, ah, more, do it some more!"
I felt her come two times, one orgasm on top of the other. It was as if somebody had puched her in the belly. Her pelvis jerked against my stomach and I felt her emptying herself out.
Quickly I pulled out the dildo. I called the negro. It was he who replaced me. He got into her ass hole without too much difficulty while she continued to moan with passion. I went to the front of her and began to kiss her on the mouth like a man in love. Then I went back and shoved the dildo into her cunt and started to fuck her as a man would. At the same instant that the negro let out a deep bellow I pulled off the little ring, liberating the sticky fluide. On the other side I felt the negro's come juice spurting into her.
The thighs, ass hole, pussy of the woman were now nothing more than a mixture of come juice, grease, liquide, and sweat. She was wriggling and trembling. She was still coming even though we had already pulled out of her and despite the fact, according to her, that her ass hole still hurt her a little.
I turned around. The donkey was in the room being led by the half-breed. He was looking at us lovingly.
CHAPTER VI
Stanley went over to the table where he took up a large bowl filled with a white liquide. He held it out to the donkey who drank from it avidly. When the animal picked his head up his eyes were shining. His head weaved from side to side and gave the appearance of being gay. I saw his cock between his rear legs swelling, stiffning, huge, big hunk of tender and red flesh, emerging from a black leather and furry sheaf.
The man had stopped going around the table. He was watching all this with wide eyed amaze merit. No one payed any attention to him.
"What [k]es my honored guest desire?" asked Stanley of his English friend who had spent the afternoon with us and who was sitting naked and silent.
"I would like to see the donkey fuck the young one."
"The desires of my guests are my commands." answered Stanley without a smile, and ignoring the cries of horror coming from the others.
The negro came toward him respectfully. Stanley indicated the redhead with his chin, "Make her fast. That pretty redhead and be quick about it."
The feet were made fast to the broguens, the hands to the floor with handcuffs, she looked like an animal. Her thighs spread apart proffered her pretty round ass cheeks. I tickled them a little with my soft dildo. The foam of her cunt trickled down her ass.
"I could whip her in order to put her into the spirit of things?"
"But of course."
I went up to her. First I strocked her cunt lips. It was impossible to move her in the sligh test. She just sobbed. To be able to dispose of a human body coldly in this way, excited me terribly. Not in the sense that excitement refers to the desire to make love, oh no. I had no desire to be taken, to be penetrated. It was more subtle and more violent all at the same time. It was a desire which was latent in me, sheltered, like a delicious burning sensation, an evil joy which I snuggled against me in the way one does sleep after half waking in the morning and one doesn't want to get up. She was not lubricating. Fear was keeping her dry. I lashed out I criss-crossed her back and shoulders, her ass, her thighs with countless lashes. I cursed her while beating her.
Stanley stopped my arm. The donkey came forward. They bent his head down do her ass. He started lapping at it. This time the pin-up couldn't contain a long shudder and then a bellow.
I put my hand on her pussy. The juices were running now. The large tongue of the donkey worked over her ass, her cunt, ran up her back, slopping all over and spreading around over the whole area that which she had not been able to contain a little while ago. The animal was having himself a feast.
On an order from Stanley the negro had the donkey move forward, placing his two forelegs about the girl's waist, squeezing it tight. He had understood what was expected of him. He let out with a heehaw and folded his hooves underneath the girl's flat stomach, and leant on her back. The negro had slipped under the girl in order to support her ith his two hands on her stomach.
Stanley bent down. He takes the animal's cock who is now standing on his rear legs. He puts its tip into the cunt. I was getting down on my knees in order to see better.
The huge dong pressuring forward, all red and stiff. The donkey was giving it little strokes and so that he should not go too far and burst open the guest, Stanley was holding back his cock.
Never have I seen a girl come like that. She was in a trance, groaning, swearing, supplicating. When the donkey's come juice squirted over her stomach, her ass, her crevass, she just collapsed as if paralysed.
Stanley took the animal by its halter and dragged it over to the man still chained and on all fours.
"You're going to make the donkey have a hard-on. Suck him off." " No."
My whip falls on him twice, right on his kidneys.
He resigned himself, for h seemed he dreaded pain above all things. It was I who directed him.
"Run your tongue on his big red tip, there... a little more... move your lips up... now suck on it..."
The donkey's cock stiffned in no time. The man had to back his lips off. The other woman was made to get on all fours and we began again with her. I took longer this time. The animal, once again held back by Stanley, fucked with passion making little hoarse sounds.
Then, heehaw, and he came. A torrent, a splash. The woman, with the rounded shape, rolled wildly in the chains, gathered herself up and jerked spasmodically, dying of pleasure. Hoarse rattles ripped from her throat.
The stout baldy had gotten a hard-on. I whispered to Stanley and he laughed.
"Of course. He has a right to it too."
An order. The negro comes back with a low table with four very solid legs.
"You're going to bugger the donkey." I inform our good man.
He starts sniveling.
"I'd rather have a woman, I don't mind fucking in front of you, but not a donkey."
Three blows of the whip changed his mind very quickly. The animal was made to back up. The table was put into position.
I exchanged the whip for a Tiding crop. The negro took the man's cock and introduced it into the donkey's ass. If it hadn't been for the fact that our guest had been stuffed with aphrodisiacs he certainly would have lorst his hard-on. I began to strike him with the crops across the small of the back. He howled, but with every blow he shoved it deeper into the donkey's as hole, and the latter made no complaint. Every time the man gave a jerk he was answered by t swish of tail across his face. He came pretty quickly. We pushed him, back onto the ground crushed, humiliated and bleeding. I told the negro to release the younger girl and to replace her by the man and that he should be put in doggy position.
I put on my rubber instrument that the halfbreed, who had been watching us without so much as blinking an eye, had gone and refilled.
I felt like having me a man.
That one, despite his protestations was quickly moored down. I came up to him. I spread his buttocks. I had to push pretty hard but I pushed it in sufficiently anyway. Little by little I get in deeper. I twisted it inside him, I shoved with short strokes. He started to groan. Feeling him come, I came as well.
"You, pin-up, come and suck him off."
She obeyed Now the man was wriggling his ass against my dildo. I plunged it in all the way. He was making little funny gurggling noises. At the same instant that he discharged into the girls mouth that been doing a good job of slurpping him up, I let loose the artificial come in my dildo. He cried out. Oh, it was good.
The two women rejoined each other and became intertwined We left them there. I decid ed to go and sleep. Stanley and I emptied a half a bottle of champagne together. I broke the silence, "You're not afraid that he might make trouble after all that?"
"Complain of what? They had their fun. Anyway they'll be converted. And then they're very important people... the man is very rich and has too an important position to risk the effects of a scandal."
I was unable to fall asleep in my bed with the red sheets. I called the half-breed. She sucked me off but that didn't satisfy me. We went back down to the room that the others had already left
I got down on all fours. I felt ]like having a piece of that ass. The half-breed rendered me the service of holding back his tool.
It was an extraordinary sensation. I felt the | hard hooves on my belly, the hot leather on my I back, the why hair of his coat that evoked saty-1 res romping through the wood after a virgin maid I
I took all of the tidal wave of come that shot I into me with a passion. It was running all over I me. I Would have liked to have some more. I Even though I had come three times. I felt like I I was broken. I remained stetched out under-1 neath the animal, feeling dead, contemplating the dripping prick which had reamed me out so marvelously.
I turned my head and saw Stanley. He was watching me and quietly masturbating. I crawled to where he was standing. I arrived just in time to swallow his burning sperm.
When it was over he kicked me away from him and I fell asleep right there on the floor.
CHAPTER VII
A Black Mass...
That is how one calls a certain sacriligous ceremony. I kept coming back to Stanley during a whole year. To tell story of all our dinners and orgies would take too long and would perhaps be tedious. One has to experience these things in order to understand them. As for me, I now was capable of pleasure only by experiencing pain and humiliation. The two women of the donkey evening did, as Stanley had predicted, come back. They were one of us. But I remained Stanley's favorite slave. Never had we made love together. He loves me and I love him. Not in the way people normally love each other, but then is there a normal way. Who and in the name of what principles could impose rules on love.
The way of loving. To each his own. Perhaps I say that in order to justify myself. The best Way is not to try to understand.
It was in June, one year after our meeting.
Stanley had given me a coat lined with wild mink, the outside was of black English linnen; it was very ample -it was beautiful. I used to leave it at his house. That evening he told me, * * *
"Put on your coat with nothing underneath it." We went out.
I never ask for explanations. I didn't give in to my curiosity and that was part of the peasure that I derived from being in his company. I was really a slave and when I think about it I think that I was doing nothing more than to fulfill the dumb desire of every woman: to be the veritable slave of a man.
We took off in his car. I always placed my heels onto the edge of the seat with my knees spread well apart, my cunt up in air, open, "assessable " as he had told me the very first time.
We drove to the Gate of St. Cloud and then we took the West parkway. Stanley drove very fast and soon we reached the cutoff for Chartres. More parkway. Just before reaching the lights of the city we turned off on a narrow cross road and then continued down many side roads till we came to a castle.
There was a high grill with a coat-of-arms on it. A long path led away from it to the mam building which was flanked by two turrets. It seemed to be well cared for. Renaissance period it as.
We didn't stop at the porch of the building but continued down across the vast park. Soon I noticed that we were going to stop next to a large chapel which was slightly hidden by vines. It was ten o'clock. The moon was full and was resting on the short but very delicate chapel spire like the dot on the i, as the poet once said.
A cat's miaowling came from far off. It took a long time for its cry to the out in the surrounding country-side. Just as it was about to the com pletely out it was taken up by another analagous to the first, then another... animals in heat had taken rendez-vous. "Put on this mask."
Stanley was handing me a black wolfs head which I took and put on. It hid my lace from my forehead to just below my nose. The mouth was free and there were two long slits where the eyes should have been and which permitted me to see.
We could see shadows passing in the dim light of the parking lights, black, wrapped in large coats or in capes and all of them masked. They were whispering. In this ancestral' setting, all this had an air of the unreal and terribly disturbing.
The light from the moon played on the bell tower. An owl cried out in echo to the cat miaowlings.
* * *
We entered the chapel by an bid wooden door covered by iron work like an did chest. The floor was covered with a black carpet. Candles flickered all along the walls, casting long fantas magoric shadows that danced like strange decapitated figures.
Instead of saints the walls were lined with images and effigies of Lucifer. He had an hideous head which resembled that of an old monkey's with horns, a pointy goat's beard and a skinny body. His penus was of all shapes, sometimes like a corkscrew, covered with scales, and again huge and erect.
People in black were kneeling and seemed to be praying in the vacillating and indecisive light.
Fish were burning in all of the interior chapels. Their odor rose in fine whisps of smoke, which went to one's head and created a sense of unease. They ould probably drive you crazy after a certain amount of time.
The alter was very low and covered by a large red sheet. In back of it mere hung an inverted cross. On it was a statue of Lucifer, but very large like a gargoyle. He was stretching out his neck as if he were going to vomit. His skinny torso was drawn in. The light of the candles painted a leer on his large toothless and drooling mouth, A thick bunch of straw served as a loincloth but his cock hung down below it as well as his enormous ball.
* * *
Stanley kneeled down and I did so as well at his side. The newly arrived did likewise. When finally the assembly had grown to about twenty the door was closed and firmly bolted with a huge metal crossbar.
It as then that the childrens choir came forward into the choir stall which was not sepaprated by any grill from the reste of the chapel.
Their chasubles were black and on their front and back were embroidered huge phalluses. They chanted a sort of monotonous melody which had no words and which kept rising, becoming more and more gripping. They were certainly very young. They were three.
They came and knelt down before the alter. Then the priest came and knelt down as well. He was tall and thin, dressed in red with a giant cock of gold embroidered both on his chest and back. However, a horizontal bar intersected the symbolic cock, thus forming and obscene and inverted cross.
He was holding a black cross in front of him. He carried it upside down. As he kneeled down he cried in an exalted voice, "Veni Satanas! Veni!"
The assembled congregation took up the chant, "Veni Satanas! Veni!"
The priest dangled a tiny bell. He poured some wine into a bowl and then placed next to it a large black wafer. He took them in the reverse order, first the bread and then the wine. He exclaimed, "We adore you, oh Lucifer, king of Hell, god of light; come to earth for the pleasures of the living oppressed by Jesus."
"We adore and worship you, Satanas." repeated the crowd.
There were several more invocations of a similar order which all did evil to our Lord.
The fish were still diffusing their dangerous fumes. One could hear the women breathing very hard. Some of them were beginning to tremble gently, their head lowered, their hands joined.
* * *
A magnificent creature came forward to the alter. It was a tall brunette, whose skin was the color of milk. Her breasts were huge but held high and firm in an astonishing way, considering their size. This woman who was very young was a living piece of marble. Her shoulders were wide and straight Her waist was very thin beneath her large bossom. Her hips encased like grecian vases her round stomach which was neither flat nor protruding. Beautiful, moving, and signed by the dark triangular patch of her cunt in the hollow of her crotch of, her legs were those of a pure bred race horse.
Her hair rolled down over her shoulders and continued down in shining waves to the small of her back, brushing against her breasts as they went by. She had her arms stretched out showing the foamy bushes against the white fine skin of her armpits.
She had very large rings around her nipples who were equally large and round and stuck straight out from the middle of their rings.
Her large oriental eyes were half closed. Her mouth was slightly open, thick and perfectly outlined. I thought of other lips... thick, firm and soft, moist like those. I felt like kissing this un believable creature, to run my tongue into her mouth, over her tits, over her entire body. I would have plunged k into her luxuriant pussy, I would have sucked up all the juices of her passion with complete abandon.
"Lower your eyes..."
I obeyed Stanley with difficulty.
The priest's voice rose, "Oh, woman inspired by Lucifer, I have chosen you for the celebration of the black prayer... by you, I shall foil the five pointed star of the oppresser... I'll give hommage to our god, the giver of light and joy.
The dark woman stretch herself out on the alter-table with her thighs fully spread apart, the legs hanging over the edge, her arms stretched out forming a cross and her hair flowing like a long inert body to the ground.
The priest first placed an inverted cross on her stomach and then a bowl. He muttered endless incantations. Then he took a black wafer that one of the choir boys was holding out to him and introduced it into her vagina. He then began to kiss her breasts and her stomach reciting strange prayers all the while. We were now permitted to raise our heads and watch and the whole as sembly breathed as one person, or rather panted. The stretched out girl began to undulate: very slowly at first, imperceptibly. Then faster and faster she worked her whole body with remarkable plasticity in the rhythmic stroking of love* act It was a fast bump and grinde.
The priest took the wafer out of her cunt and threw it into the audience. A woman grabbed it. Another tried to take it away from her. I saw two bodies, naked under their coats, fighting. That lasted but a short time. The woman who had caught the wafer was eating it as fast as she could.
The children of the choir came forward and knelt down between the spread and hanging legs of the girl and each in his turn lengthily kissed the dark vagina. Her body continued to hump in the uncertain and suspicious light.
I fuck you in the name of the Living God"
The priest came forward between the choir children and knelt down in turn. With care but ardently he began to excavate the offered vagina with his tongue. The woman-alter now began to moan. Then words escaped from her lips, too low for us to hear, but we could guess that they expressed intense pleasure...
Now, a very young lamb was brought out, bleating. The person carrying it was a man dresser in red and masked. He wore no emblems on his cloths. He raised the crying animal over the body of the girl.
"'Lamb, child of innocence," cried the priest in an exalted voice, "I am going to kill you in order to deliver you unto your God. I kill by disdain of your innocence, for we want to enjoy the pleasures of this world."
A long knife glittered in his hand. He felled the animal with one blow, plunging the blase into his throat There echoed a loud bleat and then the blood ran down and covered all of the white body. It ran over her breasts, down between her thighs. It trickled over her cunt, on her hips and on the face.
The choir children had taken up the bowl and were now collecting what remained.
It was an extraordinary spectacle in this cellar like light and the girl stained red all over with the fresh blood of the animal.
Suddenly she rasped. "The consacration, dog of a priest, consacrate!"
The priest let fall his cape, sweeping it aside with a majestic gesture. He now stood there completely naked with his cock throbbing.
He grabbed the girl by the waist The children bent over her, they kissed her breasts, one each, and the third kneeled down behind the priest and was to suck the priest's balls while he was copulating.
He thrust it in with one big hump of his ass and the girl gasped out a moaning rattle which seemed like it would never end. The blood which ran over the girl's body now got onto the priest's and they soon had the appearance of two beings in the prossess of ripping each other apart alive.
They were accompanied by the yells of women in the audience. Filthy language, hysterical screams mingled with the ever denser vapors of the burning fish.
"I'm going to come! Gome !" cried the priestess.
The priest pulled out like a shot, the choir youth had caught his cock in both his little hands, and now brought it to his mouth just in time to skip down with joy life's liqueur.
The woman had fallen back onto to the alter. Her pelvis, however was still raised, and her body stretched like a Irving bow, and no longer moved. Only a sort of violent and visible ripple ran down her body.
Smeared with blood, she moaned like someone burnt alive.
The priest, on his feet before the alter was crying, "Do you really love each other. Men and women give hommage to nature, interlace your mouths, your 'bellies, your sexual parts aud without distinction. Love each other, for I tell you in all truth, only love has any meaning. Love each other, I command it."
* * *
The coats fell to the ground. It was a terrible rush of naked bodies falling all over each other.
A tall blond man took me from the front while another bungholed me. A woman was bitting my mouth while she was getting it from anothei man.
I was hankering after the priestess. I saw her put something on and disappear. Too bad she wasn't for general use. Reserved for the officiating.
I drank the come juice that trickled from women's cunts, I lapped it out of men's ass holes who were being buggered. I was being licked all over and being fucked without stop. I sucked the cocks that presented themselves. Some dropped their load, others didn't wait and aimed for other gummed up mouths that snapped them up just as quickly.
Is it because my buttocks are so round? I kept finding myself on all fours and getting it from the rear all the bloody time. I felt the men parading by. One bang, two bangs, they moved on, replaced each other.
From everywhere there echoed but screams, howls, belows and savage rattles. The women were all beautiful, heavy, ample, and whores.
I just couldn't stop corning. We passed from hand to hand, from woman to woman, from man to man, it was a mad scramble. I was bitten, scratched, fucked and re fucked, abandoned and then speared again. I was dripping with come, it was in my hair, eyes, back and ass. People were smearing themselves with blood taken in the bowls, with which the choir children were sprinkling us. We seemed like unloosed devils.
Finally we collapsed, exhausted. Some were still fucking, moaning softly. Others were escaping, wrapped in there black cloaks, hiding behind their masks.
** * *
Soon after, Stanley called me over and dragged me out and into the car. He was impassible and prim and showed not trace of blood. He was smiling his usual smile.
While crossing the park he turned to me suddently, "you really had yourself a ball, you dirty whore."
"Yes," I said, knowing that that was how he wanted it.
He gave me a violent slap, "On all fours, you bitch!"
I fell to the ground and wasn't hurt. He covered me with kicks. "Get in on all fours."
I got into the car on all fours. I remained that way with my nose stuck out at the window the ay dogs do. We went back to the house, That night I wasn't allowed to sleep in my room, Staqley had kept a surprise in store lor me. He had a dog-house lor me, a real dog-house, luxurious, rilled with cushions and just big enough (or me to stretch out in. It had been placed in the large reception room.
He made me stretch out my neck and put a collar around it. Then he lowered his pants, "Suck!"
I sucked him off while on all fours, I did it well, I applied myself. He dropped his load in my mouth. He turned his back and left me on a leash for the remainder of the night In the morning I took my breakfast, served by the halfbreed, from a deep bowl of jade, still on all fours.
I had barely finished when two of his friends came in. They looked at me without so much of a blink.
"Can we flog?"
"Of course." Stanley replied.
They took down the whips from the wail and covered my whole body with blows. Then they fucked me but it seemed to me with less pleasure.
One of them fucked me and the other reamed out my ass hole.
When they had finished they shoved me away and went out with my master.
EPILOGUE
I went to live with Stanley regularly. I spent anywhere from four to six days a month in his suburban mansion.
I liked it in my luxury dog-house. I had discovered voluptuousness, I had really become a bitch who thought of nothing but her sex. And thus I have remained. I'm happy that that's the way it is. I live in a kind perpetual loathing of myself, but it is in this very loathing that I find in the depths of myself the true nature of voluptousness. It is something terribly powerful, exta tic, which ends up being a mystic: the religion of pleasure, it exists. But to whom can on explain it. To Larry? I don't feel the necessity.
I love Stanley. I love Stanley who has never kissed me, nor fucked me. -For whom I am nothing but a bitch, a real slave, obedient.
There always were friends of his at the house. He would say to them, "Have yourself sucked off..." or, "Fuck her, bung hole her, whip her..."
He never even looked at me. He would say it as if he had said, "Push that stone, over there, the one that is in the path."
That's what I love.
* * *
There were many novices. How many have I whipped, how many have I offered to the donkey who was certainly never to be as happy again as he was at our house.
We developed a system whereby we attached the animal with a sling under his stomach and fastned to the ceiling. Thus he was raised slightly above the woman to be given to him. There was no more danger of his biting or hurting her with his hooves. Instead of having to hold hit
, now he just had to be raised a little more order to control his humping, it was more amusg that way. It was like a circus. Later, Stanley sold the donkey and bought a buck instead.
I remember a girl who had been a virgin. It was me who iniated her with my perfected dildo. Then it was the buck that served her her pleasure. He humped the hell out of her. We kept the girl four days. After that she had no trouble coming.
Another girl came with her mother. The buck buggered the mother and the donkey fucked the girl. The two of them were pretty. While I was buggering the second with my dildo the first tucked me off like a queen.
* * *
At regular intervals there were black Masses. We sacrificed animals. Once I served the priests. I was crazy while the priest was consacrating over me. I was drunk with passion at feeling all the others getting excited.
* * *
I'm thirty yean old I'm a thirty year old woman. My husband is sleeping at my side now, happy. I get up silently. My bags are read There is a car waiting for me outside.
At the wheel -it's Jean.
I convinced her. The two of us are going to live with Stanley. It's belter this way and whatsmore I'll be keeping my old school friend at my side, the one who initiated me to the realm of pleasure.
I've told her everything. Eight days ago she came with me to Stanley's house.
She whipped me and I her. She was chained and raped by men and animals. She went wild
I can still see her face, glowing with extacy. She was panting.
"Oh, I was made for that."
Next to my dog-house there is another for her. But Stanley has promised us a bigger one for the two of us.
* * *
How far will I go? I don't think about it any more. There's just sometimes a little voice that says to me: "the farther the better... farther...
THE END
VOLOPTUOUS INTERLUDE
"And now, dear ones, what shall we do first?" I said to them as I drew the two girls close to me and kissed their foreheads. "Would you like to eat something?"
This offer seemed to please them greatly, and taking both of them around the waist, I led them into my room.
Sweet meats, strawberries and cream and apricots, all was swallowed up in the twinkling of an eye.
While they were eating, I was exploring them -stroking the velvety behind of the brunette, or sticking my finger into the almost hairless cunt of the pretty little blonde.
The latter girl was named Brenda, while the other was called Charlotte.
I was beside myself with pleasure, and turning from one to the other I could not help but cover them all over with kisses.
As soon as the snack finished, we went into the garden where I showed them all the treasures, making sure not to forget the statue of the impudent Priapus, whose grotesque appearance and whose erected prick made them laugh out loud I even proposed that they might swing from the extended member.
I arranged things carefully so that their pretty little asses would be perfectly visible, and then made them sit down on the edge of the seat. Since their dresses were very short, each time I pushed the swing I had my nose right up against these two round, white moons, in the middle of which I caught glimpses of their pretty little, pink cracks; and their delicious legs and feet hung down under the swing and seemed to dance in the air. Ah, what a sight!
However, all this was too tempting for me. We were all three of us getting warm -I from having pushed them on the swing, and they from the wine they had just drunk. So we agreed to go into a secluded comer of the garden where there was a small pool made out of marble, and filled with water only about four feet deep.
Soon we had all stripped naked and were splashing about in the water. With this added convenience I could envelope all of their beauties with a single glance. Their pointed little breasts were just beginning to bud, their ivory shoulders, slender waists, magnificent hips, dimpled asses, bulging thighs and white and satiny stomachs oh, they aroused me so !
In a trice my penis became straight and hard I placed it in their hands, I felt around and licked at their cunts, one after the other. As we thus went on, the impertinent Charlotte looked at the red head of my dick and put it into her mouth, and then she curled her tongue around it in such a way thai I almost passed out with pleasure. Then we all stretched out on the lawn. Bren da sat astraddle my head and my tongue sought out and found the way into her budding flower. Charlotte was also astraddle me, but lower down, and one my fingers crept into her palpitating cunt The agile hands of the little brunette did' not remain idle; with her right hand she played with my balls, and with the other one she deliciously tickled away at that thirsty area at the base of my scrotum.
This was almost more than I could bear, and I knew that I could not hold out much longer. Changing positions, I had Brenda get on her knees, while Charlotte took my prick in her hands and directed it into Brenda's cunt, which was moist with my saliva.
She was tight, but not a virgin, and after shoving a bit, I managed to plunge in all the way to the hilt.
During all this, Charlotte pressed and rubbed her lovely body against me.
Soon Brenda began to come, and she sighed out aloud:
Then, when I could hold out no longer, and my gentle liquor came and inundated her, she collapsed on the lawn.
As scon as she had come to herself, we plunged back into the pool to wash off the love juice with which we were covered
In this way, we passed the warmest hours of the afternoon in the pool, and then we dried ourselves off and got dressed
The sun had gone down some time ago, and evening was preading its shadows under the trees. I proposed that we should go 'back into the villa where I would entertain my young friends by showing them my superb album of erotic engravings.
However, it should not be supposed that my hands had been idle during these happy hours. Both of them were slid under the dresses of the girls, and I was ticklind their bottoms and rubbing their cunts.
Charlotte had reached into my fly and was manipulating my prick with avid delight. I soon discovered why, because she said to me with an adorable little pout
"You love Brenda more than me?"
"Why of course not, my little angel! I love both of you," I said laughing heartily at the jealousy shown by this little pussy.
"Ah, yes, you can laugh," cried Charlotte. "But I don't see why I shouldn't be fucked as well as Brenda!"
"Oh, so that's what you're getting at. All right, then, little vixen. Let's go!"
Drawing the charming thing onto my chaise longue, I lifted up her dress and immediately noticed that she was all moist
"Oh, come quickly, Brenda," she cried. "Suck his prick for me and try to get k all stiff, because you know that I am pretty tight and he'll have a tough time penetrating."
Brenda, that delicious little thing, who was still looking at the album, ran to me and wrapped her white arms around my nude thighs, and she enveloped the head of my dick with her rosy mouth and sucked away deliriously.
I would most certainly have shot off into her mouth if Charlotte had not stopped her for fear of being frustrated. Then she took hold of my tool and guided it into her half-opened cunt She began to squirm, wiggle and push until it had penetrated all the way in, and then crossing her ankles behind my back she began to run her tongue around the inside of my mouth. She completely delivered herself over to the joys of her wild sensations.
I was astonished to find such precociousness in a creature still so young, but then I had already learned from Madame R..., who raised her, that much care had been taken to arouse the passions of this child beginning when she was eight years old. She had begun with little boys, and then finally graduated to grown men.
I had found Brenda to be absolutely delightful, but Charlotte had transformerd her pretty munt into a raging inferno which made me beside myself. The delights which this voluptuous little girl provoked were such that I prolonged them as long as possible, but she bounded about with such relish that she soon made me come, and everything was finished.
I was happy to hide the crestfallen head of my poor prick in my pants as quickly as I could. It being almost ten o'clock, I rang for chocolate, which was soon brought up and served in pretty little porcelain cups, with cakes and jellies which the girls fell on with delight.
YOUTH AND VIRGINITY
I had given Pauline the task of washing the little girl all over her body every evening as soon as the old witch had gone to bed. And so as to assure myself that things were done properly, I insisted upon being present at this spectacle of budding feminity.
Pauline is a girl who does what she is told without my having to explain things in excessive detail, and so none of the most secret charms of my adorable little Venus were hidden from my delighted eyes.
Pauline would turn Sally over on her knees so that I could see the nicely rounded and white cheeks of her ass which were half spread apart exposing what was contained in between; or else she would extend the young girl on her back and spread out her thighs as if to dry them with a towel. She soon learned to make little Sally take all the positions, one after another, which I had taught her.
The innocent little girl appeared to experience a real pleasure in this ritual. She jumped about and ran all over the room, as she joked with the two of us.
In my contemplation of this intertaining spectacle, I found all the satisfaction I could have hoped for, and I would have contented myself with the sight of her beauties without attempting any attack on her innocence if an unexpected situation had not arisen.
One evening, after she had been washed, the little girl came over to me and jumped up and straddled my knees, whereupon she began to play.
I would have had to be a saint instead of a miserable sinner to resist such an attack.
Imagine this wonderful little creature, in the full flower of adolescence, entirely naked, with her long, brown hair floating down over her finely formed shoulders. And there she was rubbing against my thighs.
I reached down with one of my hands and let out the poor prisoner, who had become all stiff and who had for some moments been threatening to burst out of his prison. All by himself he slid between the thighs of the little girl and poked his red head out impudently from in between the cheeks of her pretty little ass (as I could see in the mirror on the other side of the room).
She might have noticed my erected member if my finger had not become so occupied in her little crack, "tickling", as she said laughting heartily; while in return she tickled me under my arms.
Suddenly, as if she had something very important to communicate to me, she said:
"Do you now what?"
And then she stopped, and became all hesitant, and so I had to ask her what she was trying to get at
"That., that... I taw... in the yard..."
"But what did you see?" I asked gently. "Tell me, honey."
"I saw the rooster making baby chicks," she whispered
This was too much for me, and burst out laughing.
Then I asked her, "And how cud he do mis, the rooster?"
Sally said with the most natural air, "Why, he tickled the hen, and then when she laid some
"I don't understand," I said "The rooster doesn't have any fingers, so how can he tickle the hen?"
"Ah, but he does!" Sally cried triumphantly. "He has one, and its a long one, and I saw it sticking out from under his tail while he leaned against the hen. It was just like you, like the way you're tickling me now. But he put his finger inside the body of the hen. Isn't that right to say that the rooster makes chicks by tickling the hen?"
"Very well thought out, little one," I said. "I can see that you have been brought up in the country and that you're far from being stupid
And now I'm going to tell you something that all little girls are curious to know about, but which parents and grandmothers never tell diem. But, first of all, tell me; who made you dunk that by tickling hens the rooster was making baby chicks?"
"Why, it was Pauline who told me that"
"Please forgive me," said Pauline with a very anxious expression on her face. " But it's because Sally tormented me so much about the rooster leaning up against the hen in such a way, that in the end I felt that I had to explain it to her."
"You did very well," I said. "There's no harm in that; it's an entirely natural thing to do."
Then, turning back to Sally, whose little cunt was still being explored and tickled by my finger, I said:
"Would you like to know, my honey, where babies come from and how they are made?"
"Oh ! Yes!" she replied and kissed me.
"You surely must know that you are not made the same way as a little boy?"
"Yes," she answered. "It's here where you mean." And she indicated the place where my finger was still tickling her.
"That's it. But have you ever seen a man, and would you 'like to look at one?"
"Oh! You bet I would!" she cried, "Well then, look!" I told her and lifted her up so that she could see my erected prick.
"Oh! What a funny thing!" exclaimed Sally taking it in her hand. "It's all warm! So that's what has been pressing against my bottom for the last few minutes! But, tell me, can that thing make a baby?"
"I'm going to show^you how it's done, but I don't promise to make a baby for you, because k doesn't succeed every time. But babies are made by doing what I am going to do to Pauline. Watch closely now!"
"Oh! I understand!" she cried clapping her hands together. "You're going to do the same thing to Pauline that the pony did to the mare. Pauline showed them to me and she explained it all to me, as she did for the rooster and the baby chicks."
"So," I said to Pauline. "Since she has already seen all that, I don't see any harm in showing her the rest. Come over here. Lie down and lift up your dress."
In an instant she was spread-eagled on the couch, with all of her tender charms exposed to my and Sally's hungry eyes.
"Oh! Heavens!" cried Sally blushing all over. "You have hair down on the bottom of your stomach!"
"And you, too, my little lamb, you will very soon have hair there as well," I said. "But watch what I'm going to do now, and while I'm doing it tickle me from below."
She carried out the task I had set for her in the most delightful manner, and she laughed with joy to see Pauline bound and twist wildly under the influence of my prick. As soon as rt was over, I sent Pauline out for wine and cakes while I stroked the pretty little virgin.
This excitement, coming on top of all that she had just seen, all at once awoke her still-sleeping passions, and she gave precocious evidence of her future energies.
She avidly seized hold of my prick which was all stiff, and she shoved it into her little mouth and began to suck and lick at it in such a way that I soon shot off my supply of love juice between her lips, while she sprayed my hand with her virginal dew.
LESBIANS
"That's all very well," said the young girl. "There must, at any rate, be something delicious in the joys of love if we are to believe all the poets who have so often sung the praises of this subject And what's more, let me tell you that I know a good deal about this chapter, much more than you think possible."
"My God I" exclaimed the other girl in surprise.. "Is it possible that you already have experienced love at your age?"
"Do you have to know everything?"
"Oh, yes! Quickly, tell me all!"
"All right, then. You must certainly know young Mrs. Leslie. She was my friend in a pension just a few months after her honey moon, and I used to go and pay visits to the handsome estate of her husband, Courtny-Handsome. She told me about all the secret joys of marriage, and she also let me watch her good fortunes."
"Watch her!" exclaimed her friend. "But that's unbelievable!"
"Believe me, that's the way it was, and now I'll tell you all the details."
And so the pretty little blonde, after having placed a long kiss on the mouth of her friend, continued as follows:
"My friend, Cora Lambert, has a pleasant face, without being really pretty, but her body fully compensates for this, as her husband found out to his great satisfaction. She is twenty years old, and her body is so we'll formed that it would make most of the statues in the museums jealous. She proposed to me that I should sleep in a room right next to theirs, one that was separated only by a thin, wooden partition. There was a knot hole from which I could pull out the knot and have a full view of the nuptial playground.
Cora told me that she would light a few candles and set them on the little table next to the bed, and that she would arrange to do everything so that I could see what went on between her and her husband.
After a very pleasant evening, we went to bed about ten o'clock, and as soon as I had undressed myself and brushed my teeth, I placed myself on the divan and glued my eye to the observation hole.
With the help of her husband, Cora was soon completely naked, and she looked like a splendid Eve with her beautiful hair unbound and falling over her shoulders.
"Charlie, honey," she said. "Lie down at the foot of the bed so that I can get on top of you like Saint George, as you would call it. I love that position."
He kissed her tenderly, and taking off all his clothes as well, he placed himself on the foot of the bed.
It was then that I saw for the first time in my life that amazing rod of flesh with its pink head which jutted out from a nest of dark curls. After waiting for a minute to make sure I was able to see clearly, Cora placed the head of the noble spar between her lips and lubricated it for a while with her saliva. Then she straddled her husband, and I could see her lovely dimpled ass and her lily-white thighs, between which was the pink slot. Next she took the prick in her hand and introduced it into her vagina, and she began to move about in delirium. Her husband grabbed hold of the cheeks of her ass and madly kissed at her hanging breasts, while grunts and groans of pure delight escaped from this happy couple.
As for me, I was so excited that I began to choke.
Finally, I took recourse in the habitual solace of lonely women and made use of my finger for lack of something better. Although this afforded only slight consolation, it appeased the tickling desire which had taken hold of me.
During this time, Cora and Charlie had reached their climax, and were frantically panting in each other arms.
After resting for a few minutes, Charlie was ready to begin again. He made his wife kneel down on the foot of the bed, and standing straight up behind her, he placed bis dick in between her thighs.
They repeated this delightful operation four times in various positions, and then they put out the light and were overcome with sleep.
I was all excited and so had a hard time getting to sleep, and I continued vainly with my finger trying to give myself the satisfaction that Cora had been so lucky to experience.
And now, my friend, you can say all you want against love making, but as for me, all I want to do is meet some young man who will take a liking to me, and the sooner the better."
The pretty brunette protested, "But my dearest friend, I'll willingly believe you when you say that your friend has made a good marriage and is very happy, but I'd like you to understand that for every happy couple there are ten other unhappy couples. Moreover, if you will let me, I'm going to show you that women, between themselves, can experience much more pleasure than they can with a man. We're alone here. Let me show you what I know about producing a state of well-being."
"You... and me!" cried the other girl. "But how are you going to do that? This I want to see!"
"Ah, yes! And with you, my dearest one," murmured the brunette as her eyes shone with lust, whereupon she plunged her hand underneath the dress of her companion.
"Oh! That's 'funny. What are you doing to me? It's really nice!"
"Yes, my darling! Give me your hand." She took the proffered hand and slid it under her own dress. "Now I'm going to teach you how to touch the secret part. It's not by putting one's finger inside that one receives the pleasurable sensation, but rather by rubbing up above the crack just at the entrance where you find that little button called the clitoris. It's this button which is the seat of pleasure in our sex."
As she said this, she adroitly manipulated the little jewel of her blonde friend, who was writhing with pleasure and sighing.
"Oh! How wonderful! Oh, joy! What a delicious sensation! Can it be possible? I'm going to..."
In her excess of emotion, she was unable to ar ticulate another syllable. Her shameless companion, seeing that she would soon reach her climax, suddenly lifted up the skirts of her pupil, plunged her head between the pretty thighs and began lapping away with an extraordinary furvor.
Then both of the girls lost whatever sense of propriety might have 'been holding them back, and they curled up, rolled over onto the floor and pushed their respective faces into the reciprocal twat so as to better lap at the clitoris with their ardent little tongues. They both together lost all elements of self control and licked away with marvelous energy.
FROM PONIES TO PENNY'S
We went into the stable. The ponies were admirable little animals, with lovely creamy skin. They had been sent to me from Burma by one of my friends. Removing the partition separating them, I let the little stallion enter into the stall with the mare, who received him with a neigh of welcome.
"Oh, look!" cried Penny. "They seem happy to be together again,"
Hie stallion began to nip at the mare here and there, and she lifted up her tail and neighed a gain.
Her lover sent back an answering neigh, and soon his sexual jewels began to flair out She licked at them, whereupon his enormous prick appeared.
I pointed it out to Penny.
"Oh! I see it! How funny it is," she said blushing and trembling all over.
I passed my arm around her waist and drew her toward me gently, and I whispered to her softly.
"Now, watch closely what they are going to do."
The pony raised himself up on his hind legs, encircled the little mare with his fore legs, and his huge prick began to enter.
The mare held herself motionless. Then he, as he nipped at her back, began to pump in and out.
The girl beside me anxiously followed all this with her eyes, and she trembled as the two animals neighed with pleasure.
"Look, Penny. See how happy they aTel"
"But why? What pleasure can there be in feeling that long thing inside one's body?"
I replied to her sententiously, "Why, the pleasure which Mother Nature gives to all people as they propagate their race; and someday, you too, little one, you too will know this pleasure. Look, now, he has finished and is pulling it out See how the ]female flesh opens and closes with delight... see how she waves her tail and turns her head as if asking for more."
But Penny was no longer listening. She had seated herself on a bundle of hay, and her eyes were fixed on the pony's prick which had again become erected She was all hot and bothered by what she saw.
Without too much trouble, I guessed what was bothering her, arid I sat down next to her and slid my hand under her skirt. She shuddered, but offered no resistance.
I stroked her firm and chubby thighs. As I explored slightly higher up, I felt a slight mossy down, into which I plunged my fingers.
I spread apart the lips of her little cunt and was hardly able to believe my fingers. She had shot her load and her panties were all wet. One of my hands fell back on my knee with surprise.
I pressed her against myself and fastened my lips against hers. My prick had become stiff and hard as iron. The buttons on my fly popped open and my jack-in-the-box leaped out and found his way in between the fingers of the charming damsel.
At this sight, she uttered a little cry and quickly drew back her hand. At the same time, she shoved my hand away and stood up, and cried vehemently.
"Oh, come, come now, Sir! No! I don't want to! I'm frightened!"
However, I did not at all want to lose such a wonderful opportunity, and I began to speak gently to her, and I drew her back beside me.
I grew bolder, and kissed her eyes and then tickled the end of her tongue wih mine. I stroked her lovely little breasts, the plump cheeks of her ass, and then her clitoris.
Her eyes began to shine, and, completely abandoning herself, she seized hold of the instrument which had previously frightened her so much. It was just a few minutes before I had turned her over in the hay and was in the act of attacking her virginity.
She struggled energetically, and when my prick began to penetrate, she uttered a cry of pain.
Fortunately, old Mother Jukes, who is deaf, heard nothing.
Finally, with much difficulty, I pushed all the way into her quiver. I used all my skill, and soon a gentle languor overtook the charming girl. Pleasure had taken the place of suffering. She no longer pushed me away, hut gently cried on my shoulder, and every now and then she turned her face to mine and covered me with voluptuous kisses.
Soon she had completely overcome her modesty and she began to come down the home stretch into her climax. She crossed her legs behind my back writhed around, bit at me and kissed me furiously. She came in abundance. Three times we tenewed these divine joys, and then I sent her back to the creamery.
I had succeded in making an adorable and fervent convert to the pleasures of love. She is not the least bit jealous, but even helps me out with any other little affairs in which I may be engaged.
I paid Mrs. H... fifty guineas for her neice's virginity, for no other girl has. ever given me as much pleasure as has this charming child.
"Good night, now, little Laius. If you can sleep after such a story, then you can sleep alone. This is more than I should be able to do. As for myself, I am off to hide in the voloptuous arms of my beloved Penny, and she will help to appease the fires which this tale has aroused in my veins."
