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Anything Goes ....(80k)    by Alistair Morley

INTRODUCTION

"Anything Goes" by the young English "mod" writer Alistair Morley was originally published in London. Its completely frank depiction of the compulsive sex orgies of a neurotic married man-about-town resulted in a prompt ban being placed on the book in England as well as Paris.

However the dramatic skill with which the author handled a host of psychological aberrations and various sexual curiosa in respect to the book's leading character gave it real literary value to collectors of "avante garde" erotica. It is one of the first modern books to have touched on abnormalities previously found in clinical textbooks for psychiatric students only. It is also one of the first to have touched on the previously taboo subject of negro and white physical intercourse.

Although there is an unusual variety of sex action in numerous exotic situations, it should be realized that' the author is bascially showing us a group of frustrated individuals blindly seeking to solve their problems.

"And", in the words of the famed psychoanalyst, O. Wernicke, "the neurotic rarely realizes the true nature of the subconscious complexes which impel him to his perverse sex acts.

"I was told by a well-known business man, 'Doctor, I am ashamed to tell you this, but I have a very nasty habit which I find it impossible to resist. You know how fond I am of animals and especially ponies. Well for years while riding in the country, I became obsessed with the desire to have inntercourse with my pony. Somtimes, with much effort, I can control this, but on a number of occasions I was simply unable to! He then told me that afterwards he would beat the horse until his arm became stiff.

After the beating, he was unable to ride the horse.

"A full analysis of the case is out of the question here. Briefly, the horse was identified with his father and with his mother's dog, which his father used to beat when he was drunk. The attacks of intercourse with the pony always represented a definite episode from the past when he was enraged at his father and wished to stab him. After these attacks the patient always experienced an intense depression during which he thought of suicide. ..."

So too, do the characters of "Anything Goes" run the gamut of one sex orgy after another. It is for the reader himself to determine whether these taboo sex adventures are productive of true ipsight into the existing psychosexual dilemmas of the book's characters.

Continental Classics presents "Anything Goes" in its complete and unexpurgated version. The publishers recommend this book only for the mature adult reader, because of the nature of its subject matter.

Allan Saunders, M.A. New York City February; 1968

Before the letter...

Falling like an arrow, a ray of the sun intercepted my concerned glance. I was tired. The gun that my host had forced me to accept, weighed heavily against my chest and I was aware of its uselessness.

He was happy that didn't brag too much about my capacity to use it. Outside of a pigeon that happened to get too close to my sights and consequently a belly full of lead, I had never bagged an important possession with my gun-fire.

I looked over the mass of ruins that appeared to emerge from the earth after an earthquake. The reflection of light on the broken stones was curious and compelling at the same time.

New Forest was immense and deserted during these November days which appeared to hover in silence like the aurora of light that surrender the sector. Tim was an area for legends and there were many that had already been circulated many nights before.

It felt strange to find myself alone. My gaze was fastened to a wall, blackened by the wash of the rain which had often flooded the region. If there had not been a downward flow from the valley, the land would have resembled a true swampland.

I glanced at a ruin and although it was badly pummeled, I readily saw that many years ago people of state had lived there. But when?

The mysterious death of William the Redhead in 1100 came to mind. A death that history never uncovered teased my subtle thoughts.

The total aspect of the land would never lead one to believe that such a glorious past existed at one time. It was now hunting ground with much wooded area enhousing wild ponies and varied fowls. The sudden grave voice of Tom Godfrey released me from my dreaming. "Hello, there... I have been looking for you." I heard his heavy footsteps cracking the twigs in his path.

Before turning, I let my contemplation linger for the last few seconds that it may have its liberty. Then I slowly faced him without too much concern.

He had bagged a rabbit, which was a rare item in this particular region. The blood was fresh and flowing down from one of its broken paws.

He pointed with his pipe at the ruins. He signaled out a spot which was to the right of the horizon.

"That's Death Mansion, over there."

The name made me shiver in spite of my dreamlike condition.

I noticed that the smiling face of Tom Godfrey was unusually in fine shape and that he was quite tan. The sun was going down and the ruins took on another aspect. They became common and swallowed up in the weeds and dust that invaded them.

"It's strange that a castle should be named so dreadfully."

Tom Godfrey tried to catch eye and when he did he just hunched his shoulders.

"Yes it is an odd name."

I looked quickly at the ruins in order to take them all in before the sun should cast its last ray. I turned to my friend and said.

"No doubt a result of one of those somber dramas of the middle ages which lent its name to the mansion after one of its proprietors disappeared." My friend nodded his head.

"That is why it's called "Death Mansion" strangely enough. Something on that order to happen according to certain historians who have explored the ruin."

I wanted to go into the whole story right from the beginning but Tom grabbed me by the arm and led me away. I thought he was going to crush my theories and notions, but on the contrary he seemed to add to the intrigue.

"Come here. I want to show you something. You can see it better from here." He seemed to take a great deal of pride in showing the castle off to its best advantage. He continued to amuse me by relating a little of its history.

"It didn't happen to belong to the Tudor or Saxe Cobourg family, or even to the House of Orange, as many people would have you believe. It was the home of Lord Redgrave and his wife... who was commonly referred to as Milady... " I must admit that the story was catching my interest. Tom kept his pipe busy by pointing out a circular pavilion which was highlighted by some colorful shrubbery surrounding it. "Do you happen to know what "exclusivity" is, Sam Grant?" He didn't wait for an answer and I saw that he was becoming quite serious.

"It is quite possible for an individual to attach himself to one unique passion until that passion becomes so strong that it eventually eats you up with its fury." His eyes shone as I had never before imagined that they could. He was almost possessed.

"Parry Redgrave came to this point for having loved Milady too much." There was a silence that caught into the air. Godfrey brought me back from the middle ages by proclaiming: "Ah, there's our buggy now."

I felt awkward. My friend knew something that interested me and I wanted to find out. Was he going to let me suspend in space like that? Maybe he wasn't sure whether he could confide in me just yet?

I followed him. We climbed into the model T Ford which was marvelously practical for the brush and hilly region of New Forest.

As we were driving, I glanced at Tom Godfrey in an attempt to catch his thoughts. He appeared to be thinking, and I was sure that it had something to do with the ruins and Redgrave.

We turned a curve and I was able to see an ancient tower with its jaggedness and its shabby grey. Then all at once everything disappeared and I fixed my eyes on the route with its twists and small drops between a narrow read lane.

After twelve miles or so, we finally reached the main road that was going to lead us to Tomas Godfrey's weekend pavilion. Without looking at me, he broke the silence by engaging in the topic that we had so abruptly broken off. I heard him say with a light in his small plucky eyes: "A real love story. Beautiful hut horrible... And when I think of it...

"Please tell me about it." I purposely inveigled him into that position where the man with the deepest secret is want to let it out. He managed to light his pipe while driving altering hands on the steering wheel. It was going to come out finally.

"You're right. One ought to never keep a secret alone. And yet it is unwise to give it freely to the first one who comes along."

I didn't understand. Was he regretting having spoken so much?

"It was a fire that destroyed "Death Mansion" he said suddenly. He was quite calm and he conducted the old auto without any difficulty.

"Neither Redgrave nor his wife were found. You see, it's a great mystery."

"And your story is becoming all the more mysterious, my dear chap. You're talking in circles and you've got me in a terrible quandary. I must confess that I only understand the half of it."

"Evidently, you can't understand if I only tell a small portion about it."

He permitted himself to subside from his serious mood and find some laughter. His laugh annoyed me and I turned my head to look at the countryside which was growing arid and bleak over a large stretch.

Soon, we came to a clearing and I was able to distinguish thatched roofs and the green valleys that sloped toward the south.

"If I understand at all, I would say that the story is one of those old intrigues which go down in legend."

"Old? Why that? You mean, because these ruins seem to go back to an exclusive date in history? Not at all, my friend. This is a recent affair and not more than 15 years away. It must have been about 1935 or later."

"Really?"

He really astonished me and I was beginning to understand less by the minute.

Tom Godfrey wanted to be precise but I didn't know whether it was the difficulty of maneuvering the old model T or just his apprehension. He slowly aimed the car up a minor incline.

"I've been a neighbor of "Death Mansion" for some thirty years. You can well imagine that I am "au courant" of what has happened there."

He didn't explain anything new. I was well aware of the fact that he lived in these sectors for many years. Tom smiled as he changed gears from second to low.

"This little piece of property was handed down to me by family over fifty years ago. I was predestined to know of the place. In fact, I was here when the fire destroyed everything. I was a witness at the inquest."

"I think I remember when the papers spoke of it. But I never knew of Lord Redgrave at all. At any rate at the time I was quite busy with, other business to deal with the hazy puzzle of the chateau."

"Yes, of course. But as for myself, I live here. It would only be normal for me to show an interest in the strange event."

I knew that Godfrey was an amateur of art and that the castle was an artist's joy. Beside Tom Godfrey was the owner of an art gallery on Regent Street in London. I'm sure he had some dealings with the mansion. But this did not give me the key to the story.

"Listen to me carefully," he was quite serious. "We are both men of honor and your influence as an editor certainly will have an effect on your judgement. I'm sure you know what I mean."

I confess that I vaguely knew what he was driving at.

"The affair is now public property. The Redgraves had no inheritors or possible friend who might take things in hand. Nothing linked them with the; radical side of the issue."

"Alright. Where do you want to go, with all this?"

"I'll tell you. The story of Parry Redgrave could have a certain value for the general public. People who are paid to know and have an eye for a sensational story might be interested. Yon understand me, of course?"

I knit my eyebrows. Tom Godfrey relit his pipe and packed down the tobacco. He glanced at me with the same expression that he had just bore a minute ago. All the cards were in his hand. He had intrigued me no end and now his heavy face was puckered up under his vast moustache in a contemplative smile.

"Perhaps we can clear all this up and get down to the story when we light a nice fire in our cozy nook. You'll be able to judge for yourself what can be done with it."

We came to the hunting lodge a quarter of an hour later. It was a strong stone construction with wooded balconies. The home was designed in the Sussex style with an interior court giving the impression of seclusion and peace.

* * *

While Tom was busy preparing the rabbit that we were going to have for dinner, I took the liberty of thumbing through his library. His library was splendidly arranged in the good taste of the Victorian period. His books were finely bound and there were a great deal of them pressed cover to cover. Godfrey was a dabbler who treasured a good-sized library.

My host came into the salon with two scotches and this was sufficient enough to draw me away from the sumptuous corner of the Godfrey library. Like the lodge itself, the whiskies, were amply dosed. The warm fire that generated from the chimney of Sheraton, for that was the name of the place, helped the color of the room and gave it a joyous reflection.

I hesitated to take a book from the library and settled for my Johnny Walker. I shook my glass to get the ice to cool the sides and then met the amused look of my teasing host.

He suddenly said: 'You didn't get a chance to look at some of the books I have, did you? Particularly the red volumes which are attributed to the words written by so-called madmen. Perhaps you have heard of Philomineste Jr.?"

I had heard of him. After all, it was my profession to know of all kinds of authors, even the more obscure ones. I knew that Tom Godfrey war a man who preferred the off-shots of literature and who made a special hobby of collecting strange prints.

I left my scotch and went to the library to choose a book. One of them particularly drew my attention. It was entitled "The Fanfare".

"Curious this one. This was edited by Farleys and Sons and pertains to the "scatological" library. The cover is Moroccan as far as I can judge.

"That's right. It isn't any stranger than the rest of my books."

He wiped his hands on the apron he was wearing (after all he was in the middle of preparing the dinner and he could be excused for his appearance) and approached his collection of rare books. "Take a look at this one. I think you find it a little more curious than the others."

I took a look at the binding. This is the usual approach with those who know how to judge a book. The cover the binding and the general presentation are the prime considerations directly after the contents. I began to finger the livre.

It was well made. The paper was durable and shiny and the writing was clear. It was a manuscript which had never seen the printing stage but nevertheless was treasured like a fine example of high art.

"Well, a manuscript?" I said smiling. Tom took the book from my hands and fingered the index.

"Exactly, a manuscript One that was written over a period of several years and which ends by a double tragedy."

A spark floated around in my head. There was a correlation somewhere. It was easy. This manuscript had to do with something that tickled my curiosity not too long ago.

"I understand now. This has something to do with the terrible secret that you spoke of earlier." He seemed to hesitate for a minute and then fingering the book he nodded an affirmative "Yes."

"Lets hold off for a while. My rabbit should be ready. We can discuss it after the meal." He walked into the kitchen.

I was left there with the book in my hand and I didn't dare open it for some inexplicable reason. Mechanically, I took up my scotch and drank some without tasting the fine liquor.

Always in a pensive mood, I picked out the most comfortable of armchairs, the Windsor one near the window, and sat down. I was bathed in a yellow light which came from the lamp close by me and which contrasted with the burning logs brilliant orange.

I opened the manuscript and picked out any page just to see the handwriting. There were many words crossed out and I could see that the writer was a thinking person who was not totally gifted with a literary aptitude.

For some reason I began to think of Arnoux St. Maxim, a French author who gave his manuscripts to the editors rolled up. Once unrolled to the end, the editors found a stain of blood which marked the victim whom one was anxious to save. Since the manuscript was in roller, one could not skip pages.

Also there was something strange about the writing. It reminded me of the original manuscript offered by the great Marquis of his "One Hundred Days in Sodom... " I was filled with an emotion of an odd flavor. Just as I was about to delve into the work, Tom Godfrey wandered in and announced that dinner was ready.

I met his look and immediately saw that he bore an ironical smile. He was like someone who had promised a rare evening and who saw that it had already begun. He was nevertheless right.

He appeared to be playing with my curiosity and I had the sensation that he had me in the palm of his hand.

"Come now, leave it for later. Let's eat. I'm starved. That rabbit looks juicy." He had not touched his scotch and I felt that he was as eager as I for something delicious to happen. When I told him that he had not touched a drop of his scotch, he appeared grateful for the perception and drank the liquid in one swallow.

I closed the book and put it on the table by the lamp.

It seemed to glow in that strange light and emit a thousand diabolical flames.

* * *

At dinner we had a long discourse on troth. We even went into its historical and religions nature. Tom mentioned that the intention of all acts was at the birth of truth ad declared the nakedness of the verite more than the act itself.

"Truth can not have its real face unless it brings about something new. Truth is the most recent discovery. Age re-evaluates truth and it is discarded with whims and old fancies "

"You are quite near something extremely valuable." Tom complimented me. "That story of Redgrave and his wife. I think I'm the only one who knows of it. Unless someone has taken the copy of it when I wasn't looking. However, that seems unlikely to me."

I don't know whether Godfrey was having his little joke or what. It didn't appeal to me.

"I don't think you would be the type who would let it out of your sight very long." I avenged myself.

"No, I don't think so either. Besides its very existence is known by two people, you and I."

"But after all, this document is rather old and someone must have divulged all the secrets that it contains."

"Yes it is a pity."

"It's a pity, you say?" I was somewhat taken aback.

"Yes it is. Think of the fortune Lord Redgrave could have made with it. Let's be fair, after all."

"How old was Lord Redgrave when all this took place. Let's get down to the realistic aspect."

"He married at the age of twenty-nine and he died at thirty. Lady Clara was twenty-one when she died. However, she was already known in the best circles, and she was called by the gentry, Milady. Her death proclaimed her as Lady Redgrave. It happens to have been passed by the courts. They loved each other very much, but they were without children. All they had together were their adventures, but what extraordinary adventures they were."

"I think I know what you mean after the few lines that I managed to read."

"That terrible fire. "Death Mansion" was to far away for anyone to reach those poor people in time. The night of the incendiary found the servants on vacation. They spent the day at Ringwood. Some claim that the fire was started by a maniac. I shared the opinion until one day I came across this document. It was by mere chance. You probably remember that circular pavilion that I showed you just before we left. That's where I found the manuscript. It was one the rare places that was shielded from the fire. I found it in a desk drawer. It was probably in the pavilion that Lord Redgrave performed his literary talent."

"Didn't anyone before yon think of going through the pavilion and looking for some trace of the accident?"

"Probably, but nobody went too far. Of course, they looked over the bodies of the victims and the grounds and then closed everything off. One day I noticed that some thieves had broken in. This gave me the opportunity to take a look at the pavilion. A few things were stolen from the place, but they didn't think the manuscript had any value. And that's how I came on to it. I just read one or two pages and carried it off. After all, what would you have done in my place?"

I didn't take the time to reflect on the matter. If my friend was an art expert, I was an editor and such a manuscript would have baffled me and undoubtedly I would have pilfered it myself.

"I'm sure I would have done the same thing." I admitted.

Tom Godfrey tightened his belt and sighed.

"Even the manual of Forberg "Classic Erotology" does not go as far as this work, thought of and lived by personal experience. I believe the man who wrote this book can be considered not as one of the multitude, but someone special. Don't you share my opinion?"

"Now, I haven't as yet read it, but I think I would be inclined to accept the same opinion once I had read it."

I glanced at the book which was not too far away, lying on the table and capturing my fantasy.

"What do you plan to do, my friend? There are many facts inside that book, but it is a rarity of its kind and not permitted to see the light of day. It is filled with an outstanding number of sexual introspections and rich experiences. I'm afraid that it will take some careful handling, although in its way, it is one of the finest of its kind."

"If you'll allow me, I'd like to take it home and read it. I promise to give it a great deal of attention."

"Take it. I don't think I will be insulting the author if the book is published one day. He wrote it and I don't think his aim was to see it eventual be cast upon a burning fire."

Godfrey walked over to the table and placed his hand on the manuscript and said: "A man like Parry Redgrave would not have taken so much trouble to describe the windings and turns of his soul and his sensual properties to have the simple pleasure of auto-exhibition only."

"I don't think so either."

"And after all, this could conceivable be looked upon as a helpful book for all those whom are obsessed by the overwhelming sexual problem. I don't think we are doing an injustice to the author."

"Certainly not!" I said vehemently.

Involuntarily my hand covered the manuscript eager to gain possession of it.

Tom Godfrey smiled lightly and brought out a bottle of Hennessy as well as two cognac glasses. We sat around the dying fire sipping the marvelous liquid.

And this is the background of how the manuscript came into being. Of course, there were several things retouched, but nothing that altered the true flow of the work. I called it "Milady" and it had a quick sale. It was handsomely bound in the Crown 8 size and has been a secret bestseller ever since.

CHAPTER I

This creature who I have just married and to whom I have given my name, is she mine?

Does she really belong to me in the literal sense of the word? Can she be considered my property? I have looked upon her all day... She's terrifyingly lovely.

I am not speaking of that beauty which one normally attributes to the body and the spirit, but something within which keeps revealing itself from its proper substance.

I know Clara physically. She was a dancer. If one must, a strip-teaser dancing in the raw. Every night I went to see her and study her. I wanted her and I wondered whether I was going to have her.

One day I met her and offered her roses and that was the opening to her heart. I haven't been deceived. And I know that I shall never be deceived. It is not a question of vanity. I have already passed by a sufficient amount of experiences with the opposite sex. I have lived. Maybe too much. I'm thirty and Clara is only twenty.

When I say that I have lived, I mean that I have submitted myself mentally and physically to a wide number of experiences to which a man with means should undergo. I have taken to love with all the liberties I wished. I have know women one by one or even several at one time. I know that incomplete animal who is rarely perfected.

Would it ever be possible to see perfection infused in a woman or am I dreaming of vast heavens? I only know one thing.

Clara is blond, English the same as myself. And nothing is uglier or more beautiful than an English woman when she attains perfection.

She is not terribly tall, rather average in height. Her shoulders are round and narrow and agreeable. Her bust is supple and her breasts are in their normal place and are justly proportioned. Not too large and not too small.

Her torso centers around her hips which are round and flexible. Her legs are rather long, on the thin side and quite charnel, giving the impression of the child and the woman, which I think is a happy mixture. I haven't as yet touched her.

I have awaited this moment for some four months now and since I have been with other women. I have been able to delight in other women, but I have chosen not to entangle myself. It as always been of a prime necessity to know what a woman could offer me and what I could give her in exchange. The equality of amounts were never substantial and I found the disproportion alarming.

Clara is different. She is my wife and an exceptional human being. I had never thought that I should get married one day. But here I am epoused and I certainly don't regret it. We shall live together and die together. It will be good only in this way.

She was rather surprised that I asked her out to a restaurant or to dine with at home. I never touched her and I didn't want to. Not then.

I held back although I wanted to have her ever so badly. I was able to control myself and push it to the back of my mind. I said to myself that I had no desire and made myself believe it.

Nevertheless, I have to confess, that my lips brushed up against her cheeks. She seemed to melt in me. She was almost ready to give herself to me, but I renounced. She was able to think as she wished. Clara must have thought of a thousand things, but I was indifferent at the time.

Now it is another story.

From the moment I met her, I had wanted her. I could feel it inside. I had never wanted or desired a woman so much. When she was no longer with me, I could feel her eyes upon mo. What was I to do? A situation crept into my life that I was not prepared for. Even though she had a terrible effect on me, I could not assume that my sentiments were as strong as all that.

Other women had already captivated me. By their senses and not by their hearts. They were not able to set my soul on fire and corrode my nerves and tie my very stomach into knots. I was looking for something else. One day I got fed up with mediocrity and looked for something else. I had had enough those kisses, those rumps and humid sex, cold or warm. There was nothing in these women.

There was nothing in that transitory union between a man and a woman who do not for the best. It is simply an act of flesh with certain accents and momentary delights. I could never give the best of myself to these caprices. I probably was always cynical and this was taken as charm, when I was just plain tired. Those stupid women took it as an added quality and created an illusion.

I was able to break all ties. However, I managed to do so with tact. I have always respected women, although I might not have always loved them and even those wonderful prostitutes I even respected them.

But respect does not mean consideration. Once a woman is nude she is only different from another by her line and her features of beauty. The eye can tell all and one must see a woman in her intimate state so as not to be wronged by the folds and follies of clothing.

During the four months that have passed proclaiming the subtle courtship of Clara and myself, I have been able to experiment with and measure my veritable passion.

I possessed Clara mentally and in a way physically. I experimented with her when I was alone. I exercised every posture conceivable. This way I was able to measure my true sentiments without sleeping with her.

Each time I masturbated, it was with art. There is an art to masturbation when their is an object in view. When there is no goal then it is merely a useless and stupid affair.

I had the most splendid of sensations. They were sharp and clear and there was a harmony in my concepts. And these multiple images still live, intact and more virulent than ever and they are growing in proportion. When I think of how constructed my hours, I cannot help but feel proud of myself.

She is in the chateau now. The miniature chateau which has belonged to me for a long time, but which had never meant much to me. Now it will be the death of our love. Because I love Clara, even more than myself, and yet that isn't quite exact, because I have no love for myself. She remains for me the absolute love and reflection of it. I have looked for it vain, in opaque mirrors where image was written vaguely and perhaps not at all.

I have believe in my own way. To see myself realized finally permitted me to see unlimited horizons. And in this way our love was able to become more significant and the unique object of our destination. It is eternal.

This flesh is different from all the others. She is the other half of my flesh and our combination makes a total or one. One undying devotion to the loves of the flesh.

I told her to walk around nude and I was able to look her over with my best scrutiny. My senses reached a new proportions and I could not believe my eyes. As she walked I had the impression that I was in her and that she was in me. When she walked away I felt that my stomach was going also and I could not guess what fibers of my body were so attached to her.

Could I possibly imagine that my mind had also affected hers?

I never as yet have undressed her. I have asked her to do it herself.

She smiled while watching me take delight in her stripping. She is a virgin. Perhaps I was too that night when she entranced me for the first time. I am going to cease to be like her. I feel that I am on the threshold of the unknown, even more so then when I was coming into manhood. There is a competent woman that lives in me, a mere boy who has just left his infant clothing.

She was right for a moment. She started to get angry because I was asking too much and she said I was cruel. Clara said that I knew how to obtain what I wanted. I had that in my royal blood, she said almost with tears in her eyes. I had promised myself a great deal from the first sight of her and I have kept my promise to the letter.

She was burning with anger. How well I can remember the tempestuous wench. Clara insulted me and that beat upon me with all her force. I was strong, stronger than she at any rate. I bent her backward in a demonstration to show her who was the man. She called me "demon" and ran off. It brings a great deal of pleasure to mind when I recall that little scene so vividly enacted. She almost ran into the hallway screaming like a beaten cat.

Everytime I think of it, I have to laugh and let the feeling of a personal enjoyment evacuate my being. No matter what Clara is disposed to thinking and one never knows what this might be, I had given her use of the bathroom at all times.

She washed herself and came hack with her body covered with a lavender perfume. I saw that her whole being was neat and reposed.

Her skin became rose and I could see her breasts and their nipples underneath her thin blouse, and they stood out arrogantly and proud.

She knew very little about herself. And this was one of my sources of satisfaction. She did not know what to make of me. Was I an impossible spoiled inheritor of a vast fortune or was I serious in my many gestures?

She thought I was going to take her in my arms and make up. Nothing of the sort. I asked her to walk back and forth once again. I wanted to desire her more, if that were possible.

I was soon nude myself in another room. She was in the toilet letting warm water flow in the tub.

I want her to be the birth of my golden age. I want to see the birth of a woman. That woman's name shall be Clara. I love that name.

I can not say anymore about her. This man is the reflection of her soul and body. He shall always be, no matter where their love shall lead them.

"Do you love very much?" she ask suddenly, smiling all the while. "How much should that be?" I say with her look constantly fixed upon me.

I am nude equally as she. I have a strong feeling for her and it can easily be seen to be true. There is no sense in hiding it. She does nothing to ignore it and it is just that that makes her smile.

She approaches me with her arms hanging to her sides. She shows me all, simply and deliberately. Her stomach is not flat, but round like a small hopeful hill. The triangle of her sex is heavily cultivated with dense brush. A splendid odor is emitted from that region. It is scarcely perceptible, unless I am imagining all this.

Then I lean forward. But no. I haven't the intention of plunging into the female torrent. Clara is not going to have her pleasure yet. There is only the immense possibility parading underneath that fresh skin. I know she loves to make love. She wants me and that day will come.

And tonight?

Is she thinking of some hidden revelations. Is it possible? Tomorrow she shall no longer be a virgin. In a few hours she will abandon herself and become a part of my desire.

For the moment she is nothing. She only a woman who waits and waits... She listens but only hears the wind with its sad heavy breathing. Clara closes the windows only to grow hungrier in her silent room. A storm invades her body. She is feeling the lick of flames across her buttocks.

I advance a prudent hand toward her abandon and it shivers at the very thought of the touch. Perhaps it is only apprehension on your part, my darling. Perhaps incertitude more than fear, undoubtedly. She trembles ever so rightly and she makes me think of satin that wrinkles at the slightest touch.

"You do want me, don't you?" I can feel that she wants to know and know too much.

I have no intention of answering a forgone conclusion and let my hand wander over her bust touching gently her breast. It is firm and compact. I leaves it as quickly as I came to touch the other. Then my hand descends to her hips and I want to feel the contours of her lower body. She pivots slowly. I brush over her thighs and she emits a slight sigh.

It is the first time that I have really been introduced to her body. Her flesh is new and my hand is new also and our contact is a birth of hand and flesh.

I should ask her to lie down, but I love her as much standing. Furthermore, I want to capture my feelings, my passion in every position possible and I don't want to relinquish a minutes enjoyment.

I can feel my temples throbbing. How I should like to devour her with kisses, but instead. I remain voluntarily inactive and I can feel the strain on my sensual reflexes. I can feel a bead or two of sweat break out on my forehead. I brush it off with a sweep of my hand, and then I leave her.

Soon our bodies will be crushed together and this will forever seal our union. "May I touch you also?"

Her voice is a comfort. That question seems to make me quiver inside. I walk over to her once again and this time it is her hand that explores my body.

Instinctively I take her in my arms. I can see that she is weighty for someone so small. Perhaps I did not think of the energy that I must use.

Her rump is wonderfully round and I can feel the activity of this force as we rub bodies. I can feel her skin against mine and added thrills came into play to set my head whirling.

I can see our two forms reflected in the mirror not too far away. I had no idea that my sex had reached such proportions or that my wife was so rose as she appeared in the mirror.

I can feel the beat of my instrument and her thigh keeps time with its throbs. Her warm breath encircles the side of my neck.

I start to walk toward the mirror in order to avoid the bed. The bed, our future love nest, is behind the alcove.

Clara eyes look at me in the mirror. Our eyes meet.

"You love me, don't you?" She asked me this while I backtracked from the mirror.

"I want all of you. Your flesh, your sexual universe, everything. I want you to the very fullest of my sincere desires." I gently placed her on the bed.

She was underneath my arms gazing up into my passionate eyes. We were two nudes in the first position waiting the inevitable moment.

I leaned over her and flaked kisses all over her neck and face. It was like a bird touching the surface of a lake here and there. Her very being shivered with delight.

I drank in her odor. I can say perfume, and that would not be wrong at all. Her odor was sweet and like the scent of wild fruit in the summer air. The odor came from every nook and cranny of her handsome body. The odor infiltrated my nose. She was my bouquet and I loved her the more her freshness. My thoughts reached superb heights.

I touched her mouth. Clara crushed my lips against hers. My skin is burning and our bodies fly toward each other. My breath seems to choke in my throat.

Clara's hand is playing with my cock and this bothers me and troubles my cool tempered desires. She takes it and then lets it escape. Then she fondles it, but not out of timidity. There is something else.

She knows also.

Although she is in a position to grant me her favors, she can hold back without ignoring what she is doing.

She can feel my desire. She is entirely aware of it and not only in her spirit, but in her flesh as well. Clara is guiding her desire and mine at the same time. She holds the balance in the palm of her hand.

As the seconds pass, my contact becomes more ardent and even violent and Clara's legs unfold softly and discretely.

I take one of her breasts and cup it in my hand. While the other is free I catch the tip with my lips and give a slight squeeze. I absorb the pommel in my mouth.

It is hard and pointed. Every vital point on Clara's body is awakened and I can see the sensation of her being glide over her quivering eyelid.

Her mouth spreads open in need of air. I leave her bust in order to roam over her lower stomach which is round and swelling.

I reach her sex which is lubricating to the point of saturation and slowly she lets her leg fall open permitting my hand to slip into the moist nest. One of my fingers glides up to the anus. "Kiss me, kiss me," Clara cries with short spasms of breath.

I kiss her. Our lips lock together. I feel a current which rumbles in my body. My veins seem to be on fire.

My hand leaves that area where Clare has held me prisoner. It strolls along her thighs. She must move and I sense the slow undulation of her bottom beckoning me.

My body is right up to hers. Clara snuggles up to me and glues herself against me. Then her hand lowers to catch my sex. Once found she gives it a light squeeze and I can feel it grow sturdy and hard. I feel the need to penetrate. A sharp response leads me to believe that something will happen. But I hold back. No, not yet.

I leave her mouth in order to float over her body numerous embraces which lead to her abdomen. Then I bury my face in her comely V and take hold of her two butt halves in order to integrate them with my desire.

For a moment I live in that habitat. I can feel her pivot to gain a favorable position which she no doubt hungers for.

I feel a warm tongue run up my gland. (It was surprising that her instinct knew that I didn't want her hand but something else before I asked her for it.) I fathomed a quality that I never before knew existed in her. She placed her petaled lips over the tip of my sex and I felt the warm saliva roll around over the head.

I heard her sigh as I took a more comfortable position. I wanted to look at her so I sided up to her and lay there on my side.

One glance told us that we could resume oar mutual work. So we parted temporarily from the head of one another to follow our previous course of action.

* * *

Ordinarily I don't like the position of "head-foot". I prefer being underneath which I find is much more sensual and goes better with my particular emotional pattern. But this time, I could accept the arrangement due to Clara's apparent innocence. I reacted simply to give vent to a uniform motion and not a disconcerted attempt at several indecisive plays.

That may be for later.

As well as other things.

My head was full of blood and that was undoubtedly due to the discomfort of the position. Besides I knew that I would change this inconvenience very shortly.

I felt that spasmatic breathing of my wife and it seemed to be contagious with me and enter in my system. I drank her abundantly I caressed her brush with several long strokes of the tongue. I tasted her and what I sucked was bitter and warm. I brought her up to my sensitive mouth and felt her pulsate under my oral interpretation.

She did her best with me and she followed my rhythm with impeccable care. While she added her talents to the act, I tapped at her rear buttonhole with my forefinger which I had long thought was the most sensitive finger that I had. I was very fragile wit the edges of this immense treasure.

I simply traced a graph for future developments. My plans were to come. However, she responded to my commands and I felt her joy through the powers of lubrication.

Little by little I introduced my little finger into her rear fente and was careful not to go to far. I was quite aware that this had a strange effect no woman and goes their breathing to come out in spurts.

She showed an increasing desire for our love and this came as a happy surprise. My tongue was quite active. It appeared that Clara was enjoying her trials of love. Each touch had its private meaning and its particular nuance. My wife harmonized with me and this made me very content.

I knew what I wanted to do then, hut it shall come later. I vowed that it would. I occupied myself with her new and fresh sex which inspired my love. For a moment I was guided by morals which had nothing to do with two love birds who are united in soul and body. Our sensuality spoke for us.

I decided not to attempt certain actions that evening unless I was forced to.

Suddenly she came.

It was a long spasm which threw her out of her lucid self and made her desire unconsciously and perhaps consciously the same reaction on my part.

I let myself go. Now I was riveted against her and I pushed my cock in and out of her mouth with all my force all the while holding her two rosy cheeks. My mouth drank in her flood of warm liquid. I lapped up every drop.

As I was on the verge of disposing of my sperm, I stuck my forefinger in her anus simultaneously with the sharp cry that issued from my lips. I was drunk with happiness. I felt as though I were going to break in two. Then with a stiffened back and my head charged backwards, I unloosened my desire and caused a flow of all my passions. I soon plunged into the emptiness of the impossible.

* * *

There are moments when I prefer to tell the story in the future tense. This lends the touch of actual instant and places my memory into the very heart of things as they were.

When I write of what has past, I am simply gathering up steam for the future storms. It is regretful for the reader to understand the very motive of this frequent "mimuse" of tenses, but he must feel along with me. Sense what I have sensed and try to understand my pleasure and defeat. My hunger and my spontaneity. The use of the past tense is to incite the future and the present the prolong the past.

I live for tomorrow to bring me better news. Today was too good to be true. I beg tomorrow to verify it for in a different manner.

* * *

For many minutes I lay there immobile and pressing that adorable sex close to my cheek and mouth.

Then slowly, I placed my tongue in Clara's love box and I felt her agitation and slow rhythmic gests which awakened her from sweet dream to sweet reality.

I felt her Hp lap in my cock, absorb it and burn it with the tip of her tongue. Her timid hands searched out other particles of flesh.

I didn't wanted to provoke her unduly. I slipped my dick from her oral cave and her the sound of suction which added a thrill to the release which came as a deception to her. I took her in my arms and brought her face up close to mine. My hand caroused along the outline of her lips.

She understood. She opened her mouth and I put in the forefinger which she racked on instinctly. I smiled and delighted in this wicked pleasure. Several times I accomplished the same gest to show her that there was no harm in it. I lowered my finger down to her anus and brought the excretion up to my mouth and sucked on the delicious substance.

She moaned with a child's delight and begged me to continue. But I wanted to reserve this pleasure and others for another time.

I loved to her hear exciting cries of desire. I loved the way she moved about seeking her pleasure. I adored the way she insisted on certain prolonged movements.

This flesh that was hers and mine and always at the same time remaining hers, I wanted to break it apart at one crack with the fires of jubilance.

Clara is a wonderful woman to suck. Her sex has the tinge of a tigress and thousands of savourous liqueurs dwell in that region. The taste of it mixing with my saliva is a nourishment which excites my appetite. This frenzied meal of the secretions of woman brings me to such a pitch that I am able to draw in every drop to the point where she, and not I, falls powerless on the bed.

I am not one who gives up easily in love. I always feel that my astonishing wife is at the point of coming. She has a fascinating way of loosing control of herself.

I can take possession of her at will now and I adore to have her furiously and insist upon the fulfillment of our desires.

She is coming to life now and I can understand what she wishes. A few muddled words break out from her lovely full mouth. They are accompanied by sighs and gasps. I kiss her and we lay there sewed to one another. Her body fits with the curves and spaces of my own. We become one member. My hands reach to her hips and my nails dig into her warm flesh. Her tongue excites me as it penetrates mouth which opens without opposition. My sex responds with a bound in her favor. My prick knocks against her vagina and slops around in the wonderful wetness.

Progressively I slow up my rhythm and direct my lance toward the borders of her pussy. I want to touch ever tiny corner and awaken every crease of flesh.

Clara senses this change and makes her move. She contracts, unfolds, opens and shows that she is at loss as to how to express her desires.

My hands are knotted over her shoulders and my fingers pat the rounder part of her hips. I refuse to permit her any movement of her lower carriage. My finger crawls down the small of her back and the sensation makes her spin around. My hands fall on the contour of her ass. She feels abandoned. But no, this is not true. A subtle finger crawls up to her little crack and begins to explore that special nature.

"Is it good?"

My question freed her from her misgivings. She opened her eyes widely and her glance met mine. She began to stammer and then throw herself against me like a happy thing.

I made her a silent creature by giving her a kiss. I didn't want to hear the words she was about to say and I decided to dissuade them.

An instant later, I lay there with a miniscule part of me embedded in her rump. I heard her gasp softly and her rump seemed to rear back and cry for a greater penetration. I allowed her to crawl onto my finger which remain lucid but inactive. I felt her fill the room with a string of "Ahhhs... " I put my face on fer shoulder and in one move smothered my head under her armpits. What a pleasure to swim in that superb acid bath. I inhaled as though I wanted to drag all of her into my essence.

She raised her arm to help me not forget the many sections of wondrous flesh that were available to me. I rolled around like a drunken boat. I licked her all over and she was covered with my saliva which gave her a clean wet look. My spittle collaborated with her pungent sweat. I loved her armpits and went from one to the other and drew in her odor like I had never done before.

"Oh my lore you are so delectable. I can not help loving your scent, my flower of love."

She placed herself in an intriguing position and I felt my sex inserted in her nest without knowing of it. Then her box squeezed and I felt the joyous pleasure that made my head swim. She turned and bucked all the while sucking in my long cock. I was busy sucking in her substance. I could feel her voluptuousness and her happiness rise with every strident cry.

I weighed upon her with my charged body and permitted my sex to dig into her vitals. Clara was in a world of her own. She had not even noticed that I had withdrawn leaving my sperm roll down her thighs and between the crack of her ass.

As she slowly came to regaining her consciousness, I flooded her with a slow trickle of my liquid once again. Half was inside her while the other half left her to caress her thighs.

Mechanically I placed my finger on the substance and placed some liquid on her stomach. She watched me accomplish this innocent gest and smiled.

"An infinite number of little lords." I said smiling in my turn.

"It's so good." she said raising herself in order to watch the gentle flow.

We embraced each other and fell laughing on to the bed.

* * *

CHAPTER II

After a short nap, my love awoke. I robbed my eyes and I noticed that she was playing with my cock regarding it curiously. She designed a letter with the sperm that she found on her belly. She seemed thoughtful and reposed.

"That's all that remains of your great desire?" she said with a strangely disheartened look.

"For a few minutes." I told her this in order to reassure her that it was a matter of time.

"Ah." she exclaimed, leaning over my cock in order to better understand the structure.

Her innocence enchanted me. My eruption and my demonstrative passion didn't seem to trouble her in the least. She was waiting for my recovery and she was not at all surprised to see my volcanic overflow. Her soul was pure and her instinct as well.

"How can it grow strong again?" she asked me without trying to guess how that might be.

"It's very simple." I said applying my hand in back of her neck.

A slight flame of curiosity burned in her eye. She understood and was not astonished.

She did not question the facts of life. Clara was a woman and that was all she knew. Suggestions were not going to misguide her for she was healthily in tact and she knew her role instinctively.

I rested on my back. It was a pleasant position to take after a strenuous seance. It was partly to relax and partly to see how much she had learned through simple conversation.

Already I felt my organ rise. It was because she was there and I had need of her, and I knew she would be quick to respond.

I could perceive that the growth of my member caused her to renew her gladness. In fact, I was quite happy at the finding of my regenerated prosperity.

"Show it to me. I want to give you a grand pleasure." Clara was considerate and kind.

I showed her what she asked. I had very little to hide. Her lips were on my sex rapidly and I felt my prick give an extra rise to the glorious occasion. The sensation of promising joys began to irrigate my veins.

"Don't use your hands, please." I told her as I watched her attentively.

She was also quite attentive. In order to make sure that she would not commit an error, she put her hands behind her back.

I held her hands behind her back while she resumed her activities.

This is one of things I love the most. There are many who can take it or leave it. A strong sex is necessary to withstand the sensual thrusts that are imposed upon a well-sucked one. I love to watch the progress of this splendid act and feel the burning sensation of mounting pleasure. It is not only a physical pleasure but a mental and highly sensual one as well.

I insist upon keeping it as stiff and ready as possible. And yet at the same time I wish to reach a climax and feel the heavy pumps unload in a human receptacle.

This particular act is one of the richest I know. It is full of innuendoes and I have the intention of going into all of its facets one day. It is involved and a book can be written about it. Clara apparently was ignoring my thoughts.

She was good at this display of a highly developed sensual element. Her month had capacity and it could encase almost all of my sex. I watched my sex swell in her month and once in a while it would fall out because it was as capricious as its master.

At full size Clara was only able to absorb the half of the "candy" stick.

Her gests were slow and filled with meticulous care. I did not regret having married this woman. Her rhythm was excellent as well as her technique.

I permitted myself to watch my new bride apply her trade. Her face was often transfigured by an overdose of conscientious application. This gave me an added twinge of enjoyment.

My enormous sex held in the mutinous mouth, made me think of the manner of swift efficiency used to avoid childbirth from running rampant. It also had the allure of a violation. I think my sensitive readers will understand.

I began to caress one of her breasts and irritate the small red button which was growing hard under my treatment. As it grew with a prickliness, I became agitated and I was in throes of excitation.

Once more my hand searched out her gentle rear-end which I found so nicely rose-colored and round. It appeared to have grown and at least it had improved its welcome. It opened ever so nicely now when I caressed it.

My finger entered slowly and carefully. It did not stay in long for I brought the finger to my mouth and sucked on it. I continued the to and fro movement for several times.

Finally I left my finger in the cleft, while Clara kept up her steady action on my prick. I noticed that she was answering my tickling sensations and her buttocks began to roll around from one corner of a semi-circle to the other. I felt that she wanted to gather a finer pleasure in the affair.

This young wife, who just a few minutes ago, knew next to nothing was learning fast. Not only that, but she was becoming an artist and extremely adept at her art. I was pleased with her.

Without me having to say anything, she abandoned my sex in order to run over my testicles with the tip of her tongue. She stopped for a short instant to ask if I liked her performance. She did this without losing contact or causing me to recede from the high pitch of the desire. She busied herself with my staff, learning more and more as the minutes flew by. She covered a large area and soon my whole lower body was wet with her sweet saliva. I admired her fast-growing skill.

She was good at a certain acrobatics that a good lover must have in his or her possession. She was following every movement of my finger as though her rump belonged to it. And I so wanted that to be a part of her. She spread apart and the small walls of her anus became enlarged and offered more space for my twittling finger. She was found of dancing and she was performing one on the tip of my finger.

"Touch the small orifice with the tip of your tongue, my darling, until you feel it emit a small amount of juice. Whirl your tongue around the knob and stroke it with a quicker pace."

She obeyed me without any hesitation. She was doing it too well and I felt something well up within me which I didn't expect. I had to push he away and say: "Not now... Not now... Later, dear."

I could not easily persuade her to tone down her efforts. She was too excited to let up so easily. Once she abandoned my dick she had to seek elsewhere to satisfy her delights. She planted spots of saliva all over my abdomen and then came back to my sex. I had by then recovered a little and was able to breath more easily.

Her method was splendid and I was happy to see that her pleasure would prove constant and highly awakened.

I once again took the object of her desires out of her mouth. She appeared frustrated and astonished. But that wasn't going to last long.

I leaped on her back and adjusted my rod in the direction of the opening I loved so much. She bent forward and her head buried itself in the covers. Her hips were sturdy and well-rounded.

A second later I rubbed the tip of my cock at the entrance of her ass-hole. At the same time I wet my hands and covered the region with saliva. I then pushed my instrument toward the vortex of that agreeable hole.

Clara let out a moan which was stifled only by the movement of her hips.

I kissed the back of her head to reassure her and solidly placed my hands on her shoulders. My prick entered with difficulty. Little by little it managed to plug itself in.

Then I paused to see how my young epouse was taking all this and I found her murmuring: "Yes, yes... Again... Again... Deeper."

I penetrated and every time her anus dilated I made a step forward and slowly I managed to push all of my huge prick inside.

Then we did a strange thing. She wiggled and tried to suck it all in. I could feel wince in pain and pleasure. I wasn't sure which was the strongest sensation. My prick felt as though it were in a vise. I tried to move around a bit, but I found that I was stuck. Then she started to lubricate after I fingered her clitoris. She sprang up and down and bucked away. My cock slipped in and out with a great deal of satisfaction. She was overjoyed and I could tell from her brusque movements that she was on the verge of coming. Then without any qualms, she hollered a large Ohhh... She collapsed under my weight and I knew that she had just received the great pitch of happiness.

It was the moment to whisper the sovereign words and teach my wife and pupil. The mere mention of names aids the depth of sensuality.

"Do you know what they call this gest, my darling?"

"How good it is." she shook with pleasure that failed to diminish. "It hurts, it hurts badly, but I don't care... It's so good. I'm your wife so don't be afraid to hurt me, dearest. Do whatever you desire."

I didn't say anything. I was happy to hear these words which were just a prelude to what I would hear later on. She was superb, my little woman. She came up to all my expectations. I enjoyed her strength and her attitude toward this fresh experience.

Her continuous efforts to please me and herself made my gland spring up and take notice of this innocent charmer. She sent my vertebrae into the seventh heaven and filled my arteries and veins with heavy blood.

"The name is "sodomize" and I know other terms besides."

I didn't want to be crude so I withheld the vulgar names I knew. However, the rudeness of the words heightens the act and the stimulation of the senses. Soon she would learn all the words I knew. I chose to compromise the words that I would use and keep a special vocabulary in use. "Clara, repeat after me the words I utter... Ass-fuck me, my love... hurt me... ass-fuck me, darling... I love it."

Clara didn't have to be told a second time and she repeated the words without the slightest embarrassment. In fact she had her own interpretation and I was pleasantly surprised with this prodigy he improvised superbly...

"Ass-fuck, my dear... Pup me open and hurt me like I adore it... I want to feel your enormous cock and I want it to make me suffer. Whether it is my throat or my ass I want to have your power... Ass-fuck me, my love... it is so, so, so... good."

A large drop of sweat dripped from my brow. The way she had uttered these words made me grow stiff and it was miraculous how she and the words had an effect upon me. I wanted to plunge into her flesh with all my strength and I wanted to last forever. I refused to explode my love juice just yet.

Clara was moaning more and more. I noticed a spot of blood coming from her rump. I pumped all the harder with this added excitement driving me on. Her face changed colors and when she thought that I had unloaded myself, she fell on her stomach.

She felt relieved thinking that I had finished and her face drained of blood had the appearance of wax.

I took her by the nape of the neck and brought my sex up to her lovely head. She bent down to er knees from the force of my pressure and say my swollen penis waving in front of her.

Instinctively, she placed the sturdy object in her mouth. Needless to say, it was full of excretement particles and I was having Clara taste the joys of her being. She pumped away on my cock and I was in the throes of a violent excitation. All the while I held Clara's hands behind her back for fear that she might unconsciously use her hands.

With one brutal movement I flung her backward and resumed our position of a few minutes age.

She submitted with as much pleasure as ever. My wife was never passive, she was ardently passionate. I felt her hips and they were firm by not quite relaxed as I would have them. I lunged forward in her. She was forced to give ground and make an exertion of a kind.

My great strokes forced her to cry with a mixture of pain and enjoyment and it increased my pleasure. She was pierced with my prick and the hurt that it brought with it.

I did not want to reach my climax just yet.

Once again I encircled her mouth with my huge sex. She knew what had to be done. She threw her head on the top of my prick and sacked on it as a glutton would a raw bone. She rendered it clean and shiny. I continued the same pattern.

Somehow, I was sure that I could not hold off too long. I laid her on her back with knees squeezing her face presented my dick to her lovely mouth.

Clara looked up at me as she tightened her lips on the rigid instrument of delight. She was no longer active but braced between my two legs. I sensed the drop by drop my sperm was going to unload in her mouth. Her saliva mixed with my sperm. It was a radiant act.

We both felt it strongly and it was astonishing how the more delicately we treated our reactions the greater was our joy.

Clara drank all my sticky substance. I didn't establish any particular rhythm at the end for I was stricken by my orgasm. And yet the sensation was admirable. My own pleasure stirred Clara and I soon heard her own mounting to her gargling threat.

She swallowed the fluid by throatfuls. My wife was giving me her best services. After I unloosened half of my sperm, I let the other half drip down between her breasts and onto her stomach. I reached her sex and it yearned for me.

I wasn't quite empty and she understand this. With one heave she rolled over on her abdomen. She humped up and permitted me to enter her abdomen. She humped up and permitted me to enter her posterior. She was in the throes of pleasure and I wanted my own to be complete.

Without thinking of either of us, I was content to just feel the sensations of love, sodomised love. With force I ripped into her entrails and she cried out inspire of her torment and in spite of herself. She was suffering and it was a cry of one who was undergoing an ordeal.

I no longer moved, but I stood there content to have my cock inside her and feel the burning rump up against my lover belly. The sensation was heightened with the element of silence and mystery and the fact that my sex was almost completely embedded in her anus.

Her posture was magnificent. She was on all fours and looking into space as though she were awaiting to be attacked once again.

Once again, I felt that I would have to finish off my sperm. It pressed against my throbbing penis. I had to ejaculate and the warm liquid filled her body. It provoked a wonderful sensation in my wife. I felt her squirm and squeal with delight.

Jet by jet, I slowly extinguished the grand pleasure we had just given birth to. It was important for both of us to feel the great harmony of our sexual awareness.

When I unloosened the last drop, I freed myself from the rear-end lodging progressively and quietly. I did so, in such a manner so as to be able to continue my activity shortly after. For once again I desired to attain the great sensual and transcendental summits.

Without having need of encouragement Clara snuggled up against me with a squirm of pain and a wistful smile. One look at me and she sensed a desire growing in herself as well. She had no words to offer and could not express the wondrous sensations that were welling up within.

But instead of words, she sighed plaintively and incoherently. I was able to distinguish the hurt and the pleasure through her gasps and gentle moans arising from her tightened throat. Her teeth were clenched and she was stilly dizzy and filled with tingling vibrations which invaded her body and mind.

"I want yon in me... inside me... " she seemed to be pleading while the slightest movement she was capable of afflicted her sensual scope. She didn't want to appear vanquished just to protect our relation. That act of truth that was as clear as a bell which we were committed to from the moment of our fine bestiality.

For herself, she was right. I waited sufficiently, and I wanted to grant the fullest of satisfaction. It was my ardent desire to flood her with all the sperm that I could muster and deliver it with bursting thrusts. I felt that I was competent once again.

A rounded sigh issued from my lips and she responded with a slight trembling of her lithe body. There were traces of suffering in her face and her mouth was stiff and contracted while her organ ached for more and more and more.

CHAPTER III

A night of love only lasts as long as the attraction of the sexes endures.

It is curious that the brain has no inclination to interfere. The point of exhaustion is dependant on the physical capacity, and this capacity is stunned by the capacity and super-human element of attraction. The sensual nature has never been thoroughly studied since it has never thoroughly been approved of and its existence is a tenacious one have its focal point in the mutual attraction of two individuals.

All difficulties begin with the choice one makes in his or her partner. It is merely a question of good matching.

Too many complain about their choice saying that he or she is not a good lover lacking in one thing or another, when the real complaint should revolve around the author who has simply compromised on his attraction. Of course there is the exception to this rule, and that is men who are content with any sort of "meat".

It is frightful to know that too many men wish only to ejaculate in the confines of any given female who fulfill the requirements. The woman who is by nature a victim of possible frustration is not made wholly aware of this monstrosity and must concede to the whims and lack of discrimination on the part of the male. Once finished the male is out of love, while the woman craves for more and a departure in their sensual adventure.

I have always felt that the best love is made between certain refined individuals who have known, because they are aware, of what they want. Once the choice is made, the cerebral factor is of little importance because it has already played its role and lets the body indulge in the pleasure it was made for.

It is quite well-known that people who make up the refinement of our culture and our ways turn to be beasts in bed devouring with succulent noises their lover and victim.

Happy is he who turns his wife around and tastes the finest portion of her flesh and with one fling spurts his flaming liquid.

Clara was once again thirsty for the rigors of love. I was warned of this by many subtle demonstrations of her slender form. I wondered what revelations had been discovered by her this first night. She was cuddled in my arm and I blew several kisses in her hair. My arm cradled her and fingered her shoulder, while she played unerringly with the object of her recent sufferings.

I could feel her thinking and awakening. When was she going to renew her combat and leave her cloak of apparent false calm. She whispered to ire: "You hurt me a good deal before." she said without looking at me. "Does that make you happy? Is this the role of a wife?".

"Yes, it is that way. I should not think of you being any other way."

"This pain has been a source of strange happiness for me and I don't know what ferments are pervading my body. Somehow I wish to suffer. Are other women this way also?".

"Many. The mere gest of love is the first infraction. It is a pure and simple ruthless violation. It is generally accomplished by making the woman suffer. Thus, pain and love go hand in hand."

"Do you still want to hurt me?"

"Yes. Very much."

"And you think it is natural?"

'Yes, because I love you. I can't disassociate my ardent love from the act which imposes upon your body a physical assault that brings suffering." She listened carefully and then said: "If you must hurt me, because you love me then I wish to be your victim and suffer in your hands. Your sex can't find too much room in my body, but it welcome and lodges itself well all the same. It is good and well."

"I shall certainly cause you to suffer more... "

"Tonight?"

This time she gazed into my eyes. Her head was lovely, an angel and demon rolled into one. Her eyes shone with a desire and an innocence that created a stir within me. Her body shivered.

She was prepared for all. Without needing to be told, she clasped her hands behind her back and leaned down toward my joint and opened her mouth.

"I think that I'll have to have my hands tied so as to remember not to touch your sex." she said this with her head turned to one side and with her ear brushing the tip of my penis.

I permitted her to smile up at me and pressed down on her neck without answering her request.

My prick slipped into her mouth quite rapidly. Was I going to come into this receptacle or conserve my sperm for later?

Clara she not reach morning without having known the heights of our sensual union. It was imperative that she know many things in a short time in order to digest them better later on.

I allowed my prick to grow and stiffen. Clara was forced to spread her mouth wider apart. "Are you having pain still... there?"

My question did not get an answer and it did not get a rejection either.

My fingers scratched around the rounded rump. As I touched her anus she moved away, but came back as quickly as though she had remembered what I said and how I said it.

I didn't have the slightest pity for her condition and I wiggled my forefinger deep into her hole and rubbed the tight near-virginal walls. She let out a coo that was a soft as pigeons. Clara could not deny that she was equally have pleasure as well.

I know now that Clara has much pleasure in have her flesh wounded. I only have to listen to her moans to feel the sharp delights that are passing through her nerves and sex.

I know exactly what I am going to do to her and how she will be forced to submit.

She can guess that I have some projects in my head, but she doesn't know what they are. No, not at all.

I took out my finger from her reluctant rear-end. A trickle of blood flowed from the anus. Clara turned her head to meet the decorated finger. Instinctively she begged. "Give it to me."

I refused her and lowered my finger to her vagina, while she resumed her normal occupation of sucking my rod. Her tongue rolled around the slippery head and I felt her teeth dig into the meatier part.

My finger played with her clitoris alternating between the interior and her outer lips. I began to masturbate my wife and provoked a reaction of utter joy. She pressed her thighs together and wriggled under the influence of the glorious finger.

Soon, a murmur of delight came from her lips and she tried to change to a better position in order not to lose a drop of the ensuing pleasure.

I altered my own position and backed away for the sheer benefit of better surveying my lovely mistress mine. I asked her a favor, not only for herself but for me as well.

"Now it's your turn to give yourself some pleasure. Play with your sex, my darling, and I'll just watch you."

She continued and her hand climbed to the sacred spot. Her legs were thrown far apart with the express purpose of having a more proper position.

I was able to see everything and that's just what I wanted to do. I wasn't missing a trick.

For a good long minute I watched her fetch for herself and I noticed that she was not getting as much out of herself at I had hoped. I moved away from the bed.

Clara could not hold beak her surprise. She felt herself forsaken and this pained her. She tried to guess what happening.

"I want you to have your pleasure all by your sweet self, my darling. I'm waiting for you."

I sat down in a nearby armchair tranquilly and managed to wee all. She watched me furtively for she wasn't sure what I was up to. To encourage her, I started to jack off myself.

My hand gripped my prick and produced those motions and movements that all men know and who are quite capable of doing it better than any woman.

Clara was obviously affected by her solitude and began to work earnestly. She let out little peeps and I felt that she planned to go at it for good.

Her sex was pointing to the ceiling and she rested her feverish body with the aid of a husky elbow. Her right hand was busy and her middle finger was irritating frenetically her vagina and all its vitals. Our eyes met and we began a synchronized rhythm. We both had control of our sexes and our comportment was admirable.

We reached the peak of our mutual pleasures which not only related to our physical absence but to our mental presence.

I could not take my eyes off her sex and I believe that I grew to uncommon dimensions.

I denied myself something to have later and much better. I wanted to feel myself in a place apart and yet close by. My intention was to feel the sensuality of the room and give it a certain throb. If we could love at a distance in this way, think of what we would be able to do once again together.

Her rosy lips were full of juice and her opening beckoned me. It was like the curve of a finger that says come to me. The lapping sound and the odor reached my senses and I was delirious with desire.

In spite of myself I was compelled to advance toward my wife who ceaselessly played with her sex with two active fingers. I focused my attention on that rosy entrance with its slimy wetness. I posed my mouth there and tasted the lively moist flesh with its saltiness and trace of urine.

My hand gripped my cock which was as hard as a board and it seemed as though it would crack. I pivoted around in such a way that I was soon arced over Clara's body. We exchanged our sex.

Many images paraded before my eyes and I felt I was seeing thrusts of colored flames. I was at the height of joy. I grappled with this great arch of sensuality always clutching at the rump pressing my face into the region which would lead ma to a sexual drunkenness.

She on the other side of things was lapping up my balls with her meandering vagabondish quality. What a happy epouse I was lucky to have. She had learned so quickly and so naturally. Her mouth was of the right temperature and size and her tongue never missed a stroke. Clara was extremely gifted.

My own lips bit into the hunk of flesh which is but a mere prelude to the supreme and vast fields of delight. My tongue forged ahead discovering various mixtures of liquid and shades of touch. Dizzy with lust I was forced to ask myself if I could hold back.

I could if only...

With vigor I penetrate Clara's canal while I sucked and lapped with my teeth seeking added measures of pleasure.

I pushed Clara back a little with my two strong hands to see the beauty of it all. Once convinced of the perfection of such a region my head leaned forward to grasp the true essence. I was stuck to Clara's vagina and made every effort to dig in deeper and deeper constantly looking for the bottom.

My mouth opened wide to receive all the products emitted by this human gap. A flood of sensuality irrigated through my veins. Suddenly her thighs stiffened and I felt that my head was like a nut being cracked by a nut cracker. Her thighs squeezed shut and the tip of my tongue which held its position despite the unpredictable assault of husky thighs felt the flow of a salty fluid warm and agreeable.

Once again a small jet of stick liquid spills into my throat with a marvelous simmering effect. I felt the foundation of my wife's orgasm collapse on top of me. I knew the liquid thrill of it all.

I drank in her substance hoping that it would last forever. And there was more to come for my climax had not been reached and in a few seconds the great adventure would reach monumental stratas.

I could feel it mount and my pries throbbed whit that preorgasm feeling which is so good to feel. My penis grew extraordinarily rigid just before the grand earthquake of my forces. Suddenly the explosion terrified my body and my sperm spilled into Clara's mouth at the same time I was receiving the last drops from my wife's cavern.

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CHAPTER IV

What hour can it be? I don't know and I even care less. There are no longer any hours. There is no longer the frustrating object of time. Only night exists.

The slow dying embers of the fire and the lamps seem to flash out in their agony distress signals. They dance across the wall which have become somber and gray.

The darkening shadows creep across the sleek body of my Clara...

She appears to be sleeping and maybe dead.

I look at her at every inch. She is lovely. Too lovely to describe. Her pose is like a sketch that could be entitled "The Abandon". Her fight breathing makes her chest rise and fall giving her breasts an added roundedness and appeal. This lethargy is in my hands. She is without defense and I am there with all my motives and thirst. I have not been appeased as yet. Not from last night or this night or even for nights to come.

What demon invades her body? What is she dreaming of and who is she meeting in her lowly dreams? I thought that I had revealed many things to her. Could I be wrong? Maybe she already knew. She is never surprised and knows how to clutch my flesh with ardor and fear. She is always ahead of what I wish.

Ah, I see that she is watching me. Her eyes narrow and I can see the immense blue stare up at me under her eyelids fixed and nonchalant. Her leg falls leisurely while her head rolls to the side.

I am not a machine. I am twenty-nine with certain resources a healthy imagination and an ardent love for her.

Is this enough? What more can she want?

She knows little about men and probably thinks that they can go on forever.

I leave the bed in order to avoid her caresses which already appear to be precise and professional. I am a bit suspicious of those lips already half-way open.

* * *

Clara can not take her eyes away from the object that I have taken from the Chippendale drawer. "Your brother?" she asks with a certain sense of humor.

Indeed, in a way, it is a sort of a brother. Or perhaps a brother-in-law, black, provided with attributes of another nature and maybe more con-fort able.

I have others and Clara does not doubt it. For those, we will wait, perhaps later on.

I approach and lean on the bed. Clara questions we with a look, because she is not as yet sure where the "brother" is going to lodge.

With one finger, she becomes familiar with the new item. Her face livens up and she smiles.

"This is for the tuft of hair you should choose, my darling wife." I said this all the while rubbing the object against her stomach.

"Give it to me. I want to feel the sensation of it." She did not hesitate to spread back on her vertebrae and fling her legs apart. She is admirable, my Clara.

She brushes back her hair before placing the object at the lips of her vagina.

"Yours is the most important, Parry." She placed the item between her legs but her eyes were glued on my penis which she seemed to wish to provoke a new response. I lower myself to my knees and brush her face with my cock. Her mouth quickly swallows it up.

A moment goes by and I remain in that position while she sticks the leather miracle up her halve which she has already stimulated with a regular cadence. I let myself slip down although holding my favorite position in order to see the tempestuous movement below.

She manages to synchronize it with her sucking and produces a rhythmic sound from her two orifices.

I have the wonderful sensation of penetrating her two times. With one look I can see her plugging away with the false leather dick and when I turn I can see her eyes crossed in desire as she licks on the real one. A superb relaxed feeling runs through my body and I give way to the cerebral pleasure as well as the physical one.

Faster than I believed, I grew strong in her mouth and reached the astounding proportions of my substitute which was going and coming within Clara's private parts.

Rapidly her nature comes to the fore. She moans and wails demonstrating the pleasure that stirring within. Every once in a while her gests become violent and her hips buck toward the ceiling as she tangles with the imperfect male within who is but a symbol for her torment.

My hand touches the object and replaces her tired frenetic hand. With great care I accomplish the same brisk movements and push all the way in. Sometimes I do so brutally and other times progressively and slowly to register the finer reactions. I take great joy in watching the instrument disappear.

"I want you... please... I want you." she asks suddenly.

She has thought that I too also have a desire for her. She changes place and now I have her over me like a large vault. I penetrate her sex while the leather sausage taps around her rear-end and looks for her small opening.

She helps me find it with her hand. The stiff erroneous dick wiggles in and she winces in pain. With my free hand I press her back and I glide further in to her nest.

From one end she site back and groans in pain as the leather implement increases its plunge toward the vortex then she rocks forward as my live penis buries itself in her splashing cunt. Leaning on her two elbows she permits me to see the pleasure written in her eyes.

And she also watches me to understand my delight all the better.

"It hurts so much. I'm suffering so and I have the impression that I'm going to break open. But I don't care, because I love it and you... so much."

Her stomach beats down against mine and as she sinks into my prick she bounces into a circular motion with her rump to gain the added thrill of the morsel behind her. She puffs away like a beast in heat and her eyes roll in her head. I can only see the white parts of them. Her mouth spreads apart and her teeth break out showing the savagery of her gums.

* * *

In spite of the terrible desire that I felt I knew that I wasn't quite ready to come and it would still be many minutes more.

It would be fine this way. This would allow me to watch and sense her pleasure climb bit by bit. I would be able to feel everything.

All my mental forces concurred to polarize this unique object and the diverse attractions which exhalted her gests. I hummed in the odors of her skin and her entrails. I felt the life of this woman by her perfume. This was my wife and I was beginning to know the multiplicity of this outstanding woman.

"Let's change." she said suddenly. "You'll see it will be just as good and then we can go back to the start if yon like."

This time I let her be my guide.

She moved back and my sex slipped out wet and throbbing. I understood what she wanted. She throbbing. I understood what she wanted. She placed herself on all fours and introduced the false sex into her vagina.

It did not take me long to determine the gest and how to engage in the act without letting up on my forces. I stepped behind her and gauged my aim before harpooning the delicious morsel that hides between her two dappled cheeks.

The sensation became extraordinary. Perhaps it is because she had taken the initiative for the first time and I found myself stepping into the unplanned. I bit her back for this loving piece of devotion.

She kept her hand active and I kept my cock embedded. It was like riding a bucking bronco. But it was much finer. It was Clara, after all, my golden wife and the charm of my life.

I heard her sing with joy and her notes became extremely high and the seemed to trill in her throat. She did not reason at all. Clara was a feeling being.

Then a vast clamor shook her and it seemed to take its toll. A flow of words drained off from her mouth. They were not unfortunately the words that I wished to hear, but they were an emanation of true sensuality and physical aptitude.

"Darling, darling... ass-fuck me for a long time. Take me from the behind and in front I want... oh... how I want all of your sex in my... in my... anus... Ah, Ah... it... is... so... good: I'm coming my darling, I'm comminnnggggg... Ahhhhhhhhh."

She came. Yes it's true. However I had not yet had my pleasure. And my desire was particularly strong and I wanted a Satan's pleasure.

I let her come by herself. But I hung on to her as her gests slowly came to a halt. She did not come to a complete standstill. Her hips still wiggled somewhat and I felt her pussy hug my cock.

I myself stopped to gather steam and Clara continued to die in the fine throes of her sublime conditions. She shivered, wriggled and sighed.

Suddenly I turned her over and nailed her back against the bed. I ran to the bureau and came back as quickly. She had not moved. She looked bewildered, but with one sharp look of the eye she knew that I had another surprise in store for her. A second or rather a third instrument was invading her skin. This time it was a rubber dick with sharp prickly stubbles at the tip. They were supple but rigid.

I dug into her. I stiffened against her body and our stomachs collided and made a slapping sound. I penetrated her with the new tickler and she groaned with pain.

She did not dare to look up at me this time. Her head went from side to side. A cold sweat trickled down her forehead and her hair stood while on top her head. Her fingers clawed into the bed sheets. I had to take her by the shoulders to force her to lie still. She was terribly active and I didn't want her to kick me away.

Daring these bounds of excitement she let you many words that wounded me and delighted me at the same time. Her springs were furious and her words almost senseless. I could only gather that she wanted me to enter further for her desire was increasing with each inch. I complied to the muffled request and shot in with victorious strokes.

Her thin vaginal lips became swollen and red and she gave in to the sensation of possession. We sweltered underneath this trying test.

Clara was mine and I was hers.

I perceived that the confused noise that seemed to hum in the room was a combination of childish blurting and the painful cry of a mature woman.

Her joy came from deep down within her guts and crept toward her throat. They cluttered around her mouth and then filled the eerie room. Her lips seemed to be discolored from the sudden attack. So man Ah's... and Oh's came from Clara's chords that I thought she would never finish muttering the strange language of women. However, I was pleased by every second and every little sound shot a thrill threw me. My breathing became unsteady and unduly rapid.

I felt that I too was going to violate my own terms and spring upon her and with her attain the heavenly delight of sensual love.

This troublesome burning appeared to grind in our very souls. Our bodies were locked together now. We behaved like two baby volcanoes who were on the verge of erupting.

Then with an explosive gasp the spilled her fluid and I felt the warms burning sensation spread over the head of my enormously swollen cock.

She hummed a tune of sheer delight and slowly lost conscious of all. Her eyes rolled in her head like two tiny marbles.

* * *

The erotic, the sublime pitch, lives in the criteria of those that enjoy it. Everyone is responsible for his or her own joy. It can be only registered by the self alone. The domain, is too vast to explore and much to difficult to be grasped in its totality.

The excesses of love merely a driving need to reproduce the fervors of love in all its aspects and at the same time increasing the intensity.

The great surge of emotions mixed with the will of destruction and the desire for greater affection of self to reach the realms of perfection are at the roots of violent love. Let each one explain this to himself. Away with measurements and speculation. The rites of love are secret and often strangely intense.

The chaos of sexual thought along with biological orders and cosmic orders can only be appreciated after a long road of experiences. It has to be drawn across the labyrinth of whims.

How is it possible to make rich this domain without an exhaustive enrichment of oneself. Theories have to be left aside and the perpetual agitation of sexual cravings must be given went to. The sexual conscience comes to life when experience becomes a state of pure being.

When one thinks he has enjoyed all the acts and knows as much as he is ever going to know, then there comes a trace of something that escapes him. Something immaterial, impalpable and residing in an inaccessible dimension. Only those who have run the garnet of experience will know what I mean and they will continue to experiment right down to the end of their days.

Science is of little help to the matter for often it is as deceiving as incomprehensible. Science can only point out certain grains and eccentricities.

Society is another factor which poorly determines the sexual comportment of the individual.

Our own sexual country is our private domain and here science can not pay its incomplete Up service and society is shut out due to its bad manners and excessive pressures.

Literature stirs us to action but words are meaningless next to sensations.

Truth on sexual matters can only be settled by a long painstaking research and what passes as truth for one will certainly not pass as such to another. I can say no more along this line.

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CHAPTER V

I had a multitude of desires before I met Clara. But they were not like the present sensations that betake me with my adorable wife. She had no idea, of course, on the emptiness of express that assailed me during my many years without her.

Yet, she doesn't know that I am keeping notes on our amorous exploits. And she doesn't know that I need desperately her presence.

If I should note some thoughts that come into my mind at one time or another, it is because these too inspire the extra-sensual which is another envelop of the large sensual envelop which enshrouds me.

Our recent effort together was bone-breaking, but our souls held together. Neither I nor Clara wanted to quit and we resolved to seek out other unknown delights.

We were virulent and we had to exteriorise ourselves. This was merely a composition of the personality that demanded expressions. We were determined to express ourselves to the fullest.

I admired everything about my wife and the longer I kept gazing upon her the longer I kept admiring her.

She was a goddess and her radiant beauty inspired me and I desired a communion with her very essence.

"Yes. Go to the first drawer of the bureau and take out what I tell you." I ordered her.

Without haste she directed her steps toward the luxurious furniture, open the drawer and indifferently looked into it. Then she turned and looked at me.

"My wish is your command," she said smilingly.

I did not answer quickly. I waited.

My gaze fondled her body and how well I knew her flesh. That wonderful bit of private property which she offers unselfishly and with excessive delight.

Her eyes shone strangely. She fixed them on me. "Take one of the thin rolls. You'll find them to the left." She came back with the objects required. "I'm happy, very happy." that was all she said.

In spite of myself, in spite of the dry feeling I had in the sensorial parts of my body, a troubling sensation invaded my finer elements.

I saw the rhythmic breathing of her breasts.

I stood up and took her face in my hands while she lowered her eyelids casting a thin shadow on her cheeks.

Her lips I sealed to mine. They were burning with fever and her warm breath shimmered on my skin.

I felt my heart beat heavily and involuntarily. I would not for the life of me wish to show my sentiments then. My sex rose to the occasion.

Softly and carefully I brought her over to the bed. I tied her hands at the wrist behind her back. And I tied her ankles in the same manner. Clara was now horizontally lying in bed with her knees together.

Tenderly I leaned down and planted kisses all over her body. I didn't miss a square inch of her flesh. I kissed her arm pits and inhaled the wonderful scent of my wife. I didn't hesitate to kiss her neck her mouth her eyes her ears and then her bust where my teeth bit ever so tenderly into er nipples. I had known that her breasts were exceptionally delicate for I had nibbled on them until they bled. This gave them a strong odor which went to my head and excited me all the more.

With precaution I spread her legs apart. Slowly I introduced one of the instruments she had chosen into her pussy. I pushed it in deeply and with the help of an attached belt I fastened her into her holster.

Clara breathed softly and her stomach seemed to round out at the contact of the rubber plug.

Her breasts proudly pointed toward the stars above, but the vibrated with the vague sensations that anticipated the future of their sort.

Softly I obliged her to raise from the bed a little to help me introduce the second object into her anal region. This provoked a slight moan a contraction of the anus. Clara absorbed the long stiff rod and once again accepted the buckle and belt that accompanied the object.

She was strapped in from behind and from the front. Her vagina dilated as well as her anus. Clara groaned a little, but she did not dare to move for fear of the double suffering she would receive as the instruments would twist in her flesh.

She could feel that it was only the beginning.

"How are you my love?"

Leaning down toward her face my eyes met hers and we looked at each other for several long seconds. I can see there are some tears at the corners of her eyes.

"I'm suffering... but it's nothing. On the contrary it is very good." she spoke with difficulty. The models which she has embedded in herself are extra-sized and they were created expressly for this purpose.

Soon she will squirm under the slashes of my whip. The rubber objects will enter further into this bruised flesh and she will agitate and grind with pain. I shall attack her most intimate parts. I have no intention of sparing her.

Right on the spot, I rub my hand over the spot that will receive the first blow of the whip.

I chose the stomach, because it is there where the two poles collide and create the strongest of pains.

The lash whistled in the air and Clara looked out of the side of her head horrified. The very first slash catches across the abdomen. She bounds up and sinks and soon tries to flee the blows by hiding under the covers.

(Since I am so taken with initiation, I wish to tell it in the very near present tense. I think it will give the reader a sense of being on the spot).

A red gash is tattooed across her silken stomach. It is the youngest and soon will be the oldest mark on her body.

Once again the leather strap comes hurtling down and Clara emits a muffled cry that gets caught in her throat.

If she wishes to avoid too painful a treatment on her right side she has enough room to turn on her stomach and expose her back.

I can see that she is thinking. Certainly she it thinking of what is happening to her and the starling effect it takes.

For the third time the stick slaps on her rotund body. Clara jumps in spite or herself. My blows are strong and without mercy. There are now three lines stripped across her young body. One of them has caught her right under the breast.

Three more times she receives a variety of slashes. Each one finds its place.

A fourth time and the blow is a bit neater and lands on the surface of the right breast. It represents the cry and the terror of the good Lady Redgrave. The fifth had her crying for mercy.

Once again on the stomach and a brisk movement causes her internal pain. The rubber cocks are doing their work as well. Her female parts dilate and contract swallowing the fake morsel of rubber flesh.

(I didn't take time to let up and I hit one after the other. I wasn't as yet using all my strength. I had no intention of skinning her alive.) My blows reach her thighs when she thinks they will attain the breasts. I vary my lashes and confuse her in her agony. I can see the burning scars and she gives me proof of her pain by clenching her teeth.

Now her hips are covered with red stains. She forces herself to turn and expose her back and lovely ass. I can not ask for better.

From the neck to the thighs she is soon covered with the fine strokes of the master whip which produce more and more red welts. I descend and then climb back to the breasts. But no matter where I strike the atrocious sensations continue. The two sexes apply their painful procedure and I diligently apply my own.

I am awaiting a supplication from my thoroughly beaten wife. I can imagine what state those contortions have left her in. She, however, has the force to mumble some broken phrases in some inane language. She has delivered herself to the ferocity of a rigid penitence.

I can see that the cords around her wrists and ankles are stretched to the cracking point. Her legs stiffen and her arms pull at the cords which have forced her to submit and expose all her nudity to the terrible whip.

My flogging implement is very thin. It is the kind that flicks the skin like a razor saw without causing the delicate epiderm to burst open. It does cause a stinging burn. A few drops of blood are produced now and then to drip like pearls from the damaged spot.

"Oh, how I hurt." she tells me finally ceasing her agitation and letting her eyes become moist with tears. "But if I have pain, it is good, very good, atrociously good."

Her disorganized movements have caused the sexes to dislodge themselves, especially the one in the vagina.

I don't think it will be necessary to readjust them. The other is still in place solidly engulfed in the rear. Her muscular contraction and distensions have swallowed up the false cock and it is deep within her.

As my own lashing begins to weaken, I finally hear squeal and in a raucous voice which seems to come from her solid midsection. I hear an "Ohhhhh" which is interspersed with spasms and then a few words on the edge of her dry lips.

"I'm coming, oh I'm coming... It is... so good... I'mmm commmming... continue to... whippp meeee... strongerrr... ohhhh... i'mmm comminnngggg... Ahhhhhhhh... " (For a second as though lost all my reason, I remained there with my arm lowered without daring to touch her. Then I could see her eyes begging and I knew my chore.) I permit my lash to crash down on her bright skin covered with sweat and a slight trace of blood. Clara's body shivering with joy and pain her eyes are half-opened and half-closed.

* * *

My very live instrument is swollen and at the tip there is a large drop of liquid. I feel the sap throb within. It arcs up and slaps me on the belly. I cut the cords of my fair lady at the wrists and at the ankles, but in my haste I forget that I wish her hand to be tied almost permanently. I retie the hands. She can move now, except for arms.

I enjoy this servitude in which her arms cannot be moved. There she is humiliated with her head buried in the covers. Her eyes do not know where to focus. But they are brilliant with "luxure" and they are still excited and animallike.

I lie on the bed and she knows what I am awaiting.

In spite of everything, I wish to make my thought clear by using my voice does not come to clearly. "Suck me, Clara, with your long tongue. Make it go all over my body and take from me all the flavor you can possibly find."

She already starts to work with a "my darling" on her lips. As she leans over my upright cock her hair disheveled covers her entire head.

As her body seeks mine some of her blood oozes on to my body and er pain becomes my own. I attentively follow the throbbing of the two false pricks which are performing their duties admirably well.

Her legs are apart and her arms are together in a pitiable portrait of a bruised individual.

Her mouth is carrying me to the summits of sexual exasperation. The sensation of not being able to do anything in my actual condition and because of the two fellow mates who have invited themselves to stay. The act itself is needed to satisfy this burning hunger.

Before I was just someone who was a bystander a vague participant but now I am close to the substance and wish my share in the act of love.

My sex is scarlet and has reached astounding dimensions. It goes in and out of her mouth with amazing regularity. I cannot help thinking of the rubber dick in her anus which rubs incessantly against the silken walls of the grotto and senses the tight contractions of Milady's muscles.

Clara's tongue has climbed up my leg to my the thigh and now she is licking at the base of my left ball. She is sucking the envelop of my rounded nut. With her cheek she caresses the other.

I am on fire. She licks my stick up and down without losing the vital rhythm essential to such a task. Her teeth dig into my pubic hairs and she wets them with tens and tens of kisses.

She then skirts by my hips and laps my rump. A long slow tongue goes up and down my vertebrae. It finally comes to the edge of an incline and lowers between the buttocks. Half of her face is buried in that crevice and her thin red tongue looks for a small hole. She finds it and the tongue explores inside.

With rapid darts she gouges at the thin walk and I am forced to show my delight with some heavy sighs. She is enraptured to hear of my enjoyments and presses closer to me.

I can just manage to hold myself back. Always aware and ready to act, I follow her every gest and her entire evolution. I can see the little streaks of red blood that still flow from the rigorous flogging she has undergone.

She changes positions and now her breasts are tightly against my chest. My hand is between her thighs and I manage to push in the rubber plug that finds itself there. She is now mated in the best of ways. She in the vicinity of three cocks and each one is at full strength for her.

She lets out a small cry which lingers on the border of her lips. Her mouth nibbles on the red points of my breasts. She rolls over to my armpits and crushes them in her mouth. Then she brushes her mouth up against my own and then descends slowly to my slightly hairy chest before coming back to my stomach and even lower down where her home is.

With a grand surge she takes my fattened cock into her mouth.

With one brusque movement of my hips, I force her to take in the totality of the large member. She almost chokes due to the immense size and vigor of the living thing.

Clara doesn't protest. She doesn't say a word and only manages to murmur. Her murmur is sort of an inaudible sigh and one can feel the torment underneath and the chumings of the sense.

Her pleasure is great and her skin trembles with the many things to come. I can feel the tickling in my veins. Torrents of blood stream through me and I feel my force mounting.

My sperm looks for an opening. It seeks out a warm thoughtless aperture to be inhaled by the tightening and loosening of folds of muscles.

I can feel the heavy syrup within and then suddenly it jets out into the mouth of my Clara. She remains there immobile, simply lapping in the joyous liquid. The fluid overflows and runs down her mouth reaching her chin. She swallows and comes back to the love instrument to gather in its last pulsations. Her lips snare my cock and drinks in the last drops.

A faithful small animal is near me. How surprised and pleased I am. She is glued to my flanks. Her luminous are raised and they look at me with an intent gaze. She doesn't say a word.

Her hands are as ever paralyzed by the cord. Her body is huddled like that of a dog, while she presses against my leg with her head leaning on my stomach. She waits.

She doesn't appear to be unhappy.

I am certain that she has had a great deal of dandy fun. And is continues as she sucks me and devours me to the last drop. She carries me to the peak of pleasure.

She delivers herself with all the natural ardor she can attain to those very peaks also. How I should like to wound her still and constantly in order to make her more pious.

The nips of rubber have made her anus and vagina burst in grand proportions. And now as I pass my hand over her forehead and face, I can see the long ripples of emotions which prolong the pain in her devastated entrails.

A welcome feeling and a warm sensation makes me sigh and I am deeply moved my the scene. I think that I have managed to progress "the suffranee" and bring it to the part of pleasure, although one is inseparable from the other when it comes to Clara.

To think that I can still experiment and deliver more pain.

I await. I love to hear her moan in that luxurious silence that makes up our home. I love to hear that imperceptible nuance which means so much to me. I adore discriminating between the joy that comes from pain and the pain that arises from an excess of joy and abounding pleasure.

This mental speculation is transmitted by small waves emitted from a feverish brain. A brain which remains lucid and works for the ultimate of pleasure that can be extracted from a sensual corps.

Those eccentric orbs dilate my skin and invade my arteries causing them to beat profusely. My nervous system is out of kilter and ever fiber in my body palpitates. I listen to the resonance of my existence through the sublime sexual conception residing in my mind.

Desires entirely incoherent surge through me in a pace geared to the folly of my life. They are demonstrated profoundly by a thousand images which snap in the photo cells of my mine.

Until now the manifestations of my sensuality covered many roads and were crystallized intermittently with diverse subjects, but never with the intensity that I was waiting for.

Clara who is now my wife is a subject that is exceptional and the subject I have waited for.

As she is, she has imposed multiple attractions that I am grateful for. She has established a continual current that generates between us. A current that emanates from her body and goes through me and reunites itself in her proper essence.

The current is enriched by the personal substance gathered en route.

* * *

"Clara, my love, you are in need of some special care." I said as I stripped her of the cord that bound her wrists.

The cords had left their imprints. However, they are nothing compared to the marks that her body at present.

With love, I undo the knots of the heavy cord which kept in tact the sex leading to the vagina. And then I release the other. Both are unplugged without a word. I began to lick her wounds tasting her with an inexplicable desire.

She is ready, relieved, and now for the new game of which the delicatesse contrasts with the moments of torture that I so atrociously inflicted.

From one end to the other, I kiss and lick her sore spots. My lips work as a round wet bandage and my tongue calms the burning scars.

Her anus is bloody and soiled and this part too receives the care of caresses and thoughtful tongue strokes. I can feel this very precious part live once more in the warmth of my mouth. It palpitates like a raw wound.

I turn her over delicately and as she raises her legs, I bend down toward her sex, and here, apply loving care as well.

Not a spot of flesh is spared and my wife is cradled in the loveland of caresses and consideration. Every instant and another kiss is gathered. Her body burns are extinguished by the wetness of my embraces.

As the last ember glows weakly in the fire-place, sleep invades our house and we both tumble in a heap and give in to the vast arms of Morpheous.

We resemble two dead ones in a tomb which has not as yet closed its final doors.

I was first to awaken in the early blue of the day. I leaned over Clara's bewitching body and examined every particle. I once again was stimulated with a fervent desire. It seemed as if this new desire had come from afar, from a region where our souls reunited and asked for eternal existence.

On her lovely mouth which was half closed I placed a kiss and then several more. Her soft sweet breath causes a lock of her golden hair to quiver. I felt that I could see her breathing as though it left a trace above her handsome head. The odor of her body was stronger than ever. It secreted, I can not tell what, splendid perfumes.

I was drawn to her sex and her well-rounded thighs which were dense and full. I was hypnotised by the V that its own wonderful stench. Her sex jiggles and her thighs crush the fruit together in unconscious sleep.

This movement has called her lover to action in spite of himself. The waking animal must have his feast of the sleeping beast.

I can feel the erection that is coming on fast. There are the many pulsations and the slow stiffening, and above all there is the ardent desire.

I concentrate on my wife; on every single essential point of femininity. I know exactly what I want...

Clara is absent and far away. She ignores me for I am all alone. I he on top of my charming sleeping beauty and manage to do this without waking her. I am sure she sleeping. I open her thighs and bring her to me. I rub my gland against her sex and her humid hairs help me stiffen all the more. I feel her liquid arrive and I penetrate he easily and joyously.

I don't wish to come. I just want to have the sensation of being inside her.

How good it feels. I'm in Clara and she doesn't know about it. I am warm and in a delicious state of being and the unctuous envelope is tender and so nice. I am not moving.

My wraps around Clara's shoulder and I, in turn, sleep.

Love that goes beyond sleep and dreams and finds its home in the permanence of the flesh; love that has a long term of eroticism; love that is filled with infinite sensations; I salute you.

CHAPTER VI

London.

The apartment at Bayswater that I've owned since my birth. I've always known it. It has always been mine, but I really don't live in it. At least not since I favored the "Manor".

The grass of Kensington Gardens and the trees in Hyde Park seem to surround me wherever I go. The satin mirror of the Serpentine reflect the sad rays of early April. A timid sun which does not really wish to appear oscillates in the pale sky.

Why have I left the Manor after remaining for months and living every hour and minute with Clara? Maybe because Sussex is far away and New Forest is further, but Southampton does not inspire me as much...

There are perhaps thousands of other reasons. Is it because Clara has need of London?

The people who have come to my house tonight have no names. They don't need names for I have invited them. They are all members of my race.

There is Wally the sumptuous long brunette. She is with her husband who I think they call Dave. He is thin and smooth with an esthetic bearing. Dave is possessed with natural noble and aristocratic gests. There is Jesse, high and muscular, alongside Jenny wonderfully redheadish in her nervous skin which is the color of a tangerine.

I must also mention Clara with her whiskey. I know about her for who could know her better. A intense heat pervades the room. In general there is a silence as though everyone were expecting something extraordinary to happen. The phonograph plays a modern fox-trot and a few dance. The liquid air seems to be heavy with a strange odor and under the thick veil of smoke one can make up the rhythmic movement of many individuals in twos or threes or fours. There is an extraordinary vibration in the room.

Perhaps I forgot to mention it, but everyone in the room is stark naked.

Wally was the first to get up and as usual she pose up quite nonchalantly with her heavy breasts and headed for Clara. My wife was a new desire for the husky Wally. "Come, my dear friend; let's dance." she lanced out.

Their two bodies came together and rubbed privately their more elegant parts. The thrill of the new contact intensified the atmosphere.

"They go well together." remarked Dave from his corner.

Indeed, they did go quite well together. The contrast of their bodies was quite astonishing and it played upon the imagination.

Wally is a husky wench whose form eclipsed the thin silhouette of winsome Clara. Clara almost disappeared in Wally's arms.

Kneeling between the legs of Jesse, Jenny was toying with his sex which was as vigorous as it could be. Jenny was giving me a wink from her feverish eye.

In the middle of this vast salon with its dignity and splendid linen, my wife followed the movements of her bulky partner. The fox-trot they were playing seemed as though it would never end.

My eyes feel mechanically on Dave who was observing the whole arrangement with cold eyes. At the same time his long bored fingers gripped a long cigarette.

Jesse bounced up and pointed his dick toward Jenny's sex. Her red hairs bristled as much as her shiny head of hair. She was scratching her head and her pussy at the same time.

Jesse said nothing. He contemplated the little woman with a slight smile which remained painted on his face. He was enjoying the length of his cock and wondered how it would go with Jenny's mouth. How would it look in that triangular face with its straight slit of a mouth?

He sat down and brought Jenny's face down to his lap. I thought he was going to squash her head with that massive hand of his. There would be no telling what his sex would have in store for the poor girl.

Wally was still dancing with Clara who was watching me out of the corner of her eye now and then.

Suddenly their mouths joined together. Wally squeezed the little woman in her full sturdy arms and brought the little face close to hers.

They continued to dance and they never lost a step always dancing rhythmically to the music. Theirs lips were glued together and the two women made up an admirable painting.

I was fascinated by the round fleshy rump of Wally as it moved its weight to catch the unsuspecting Clara. Clara's rear was slight and the natural culmination of two well-formed legs.

The mighty thigh of big Wally caught Clara in the crotch and in the twink of an eye, Wally's and glided down to the spot.

All this was accomplished without changing the rhythm of the fox-trot. Flesh was against flesh and their bodies were well synchronized. They touched each other with passion and delight.

In the other corner of the room, Jenny's tongue ran up and down the stiff staff of lucky Jesse. She hesitated in absorbing the joy stick, but then changed her mind and gulped it up in one mouthful.

She seemed to be tickled all over and she played a tune on the big pipe. A mixture of saliva and come dripped down from the sides of her mouth.

Dave stopped the phonograph and this automatically stopped the music and the frenzied dance involving my wife and Wally. They drifted apart. But it wasn't long after that they came together again to renew what they had started.

Wally, with her quick expert hand, grasped Clara's wrist and forced her to her knees. Wally drew her legs apart.

"On your knees girl. Now suck me." she sounded like a commandant major giving orders.

Kneeling in front of her, Clara approached the big sex black and wet with ooze. Wally placed her two large hands on Clara's neck and brought her face to the immense box. I thought she wanted Clara's entire head to enter.

It wasn't the posture for such an exercise and it appeared to be truly uncomfortable. But Wally didn't seem to mind and she requested that Clara do her best under the given conditions. Wally did not pay one bit of attention to Dave and myself, who were excellent bystanders. Or for that fact either did Clara.

The huge lady finished off by completely smothering Clara by pressing her face deep into her nest. Clara seemed to entirely disappear between the massive thighs. Wally, feeling the stimulation, bent her head backwards.

"Ah, it's good this way, my darling... good. If yon only knew... Later I'll do the same thing for you. I'll make you come like a little devil."

Wally spoke in a raucous voice. I could see how her strong legs were trembling and how her pleasure was becoming sharp. Her body quaked with delight. She was obliged to cope with the melting of her muscles which were undergoing the most ardent of sensual practices.

She felt the complete liberation of her sense and her eyes spun in her head like the figures in an adding machine. I could not make the look Clara had, for she was lost between two huge pillars.

I've known Wally for some time as well as her husband. I know that this woman possess extraordinary treasures both mental and physical. Her sensuality is flagrant and although there aren't too many who appreciate this quality in her, I am one of her advocates.

Clara is in good hands. I am not at all worried about the result. She will be happy and I shall have no regrets.

Wally applied her skill unfalteringly and squeezed the back of Clara's head in her and almost straddles the face with her huge underbrush.

The delicate face of my wife is plunged deeply within the dark sex of the amazon. She didn't have another alternative and her tongue can only answer back. Now, her tongue had to work and according to the shouts of Wally Clara was laborious and a seeker of nectar.

Wally almost fell back on her bottom but she kept a good grasp on the shoulders of the diminutive Clara. Everytime she seemed to stagger backward, she would flex her buttocks as though this would held her regain her balance. Dave wasn't sure whether this was simply a sign of sheer enjoyment and that she was reeling around because she was being sucked dry my loving wife. I didn't know which one of us had the right answer.

I loved Wally's behind with its splendid power. Her legs were well built and particularly her calves were sturdy superbly outlined.

I saw the big woman curve backwards and let out a series of "Ohhhh's" and "Ahhhh's". A couple of muffled words signified that she was trying to say that it was "so, so goooood". We all heard the spasm mount to her throat and choke in her month. She became more or less articulate and we heard her say clearly.

"Your tongue is so soft. Suck, darling. I'll do the same to you after, have no fear. But just don't stop. It's so good. Good and terrible. Yon are the slave of my senses as well as myself. Continue, please. Suck good, my darling."

Jesse in his part of the field was just getting up and carrying Jenny in his arms. He carried her over to Dave. Jenny threw her arms around his neck. He threw her off and made her realize that other things had to be attended to. He gazed down at his sex. Her eyes followed and she knew her job.

Jenny's mouth opened to receive the rigid sex of the cool, distinguished Dave. Dave held her to the task, while Jenny was being penetrated by the feverish Jesse. Jesse almost had the girl in the air, but she managed to lap up Dave's trickling rod.

Jesse was inside and Dave was in on the other end. I can't say which end I would have preferred. Honestly, I was to much concerned with the antics of my wife.

While I was looking about Jenny let out a long discordant howl and I didn't have to think twice to know that she had come in the most audible way. Jesse was stubborn and was holding out.

I got up a little disgusted at the tantrum and demonstration of some of my best friends. My footsteps directed me to the two women. Wally was still in the throes of having her climax. And I'm not sure whether it was her second or third. She was on her tiptoes weighing heavily on Clara's neat little head. I couldn't make out whether it was Clara's face or not. I recognized my poor wife simply by the knowledge of her form and that was enough.

Clara had her hands tightly bound to Wally's dear old rump. I even noticed that there were some fingernail marks that showed abound the hips.

Wally's stomach was bulging and grinding away much as I should suspect a belly dancers would.

Once more the victorious Wally let out a shattering cry and her hands dug into Clara's shoulders. Clara in turn signaled back by driving a stiff finger in the ass-hole.

Wally brought up the dear girl to eye level briskly and with little effort. She carried the mite over to a canape where she was going to carry out her promise and that was to give my wife pleasure for pleasure.

She devoured the happy body of my elated wife voraciously. Wally was digging away beneath the thighs and managed to get around to the rear to gain her more intimate parts.

Clara's thighs were wrapped around the head of the bucksome Wally. Wally pivoted around and placed her box wants more at the lips of my passionate wife. Both sexes were opened to the tongues that would send goose pimples over them.

I observed them with interest and then decided to add another item to the splendid tableau. I noticed that Wally's rump was waving in the air all by its lonesome, so I took out my best finger and plugged it in her rear hole. The brunette moaned with delight.

Now it was Clara's turn to gain some, satisfaction from my unprecedented appearance. I made out her buttocks and with my other free hand I used the best finger and penetrated her anus. Underneath me two women were biting and sucking away while their little rump holes were being pumped. My fingers sensed a contraction here and a contraction there.

Although I was of considerable help, I couldn't help remarking with pride the skill of my wife. Clara was truly gifted with her tongue. She would alternatively enter her partner's vagina and nibble around the clitoris and then she would lash out and find my prick which was not wanting to be alone in this whole affair. She was an expert, that wife of mine. Wally was about to miss the mouth, but it soon came charging back. The wonderful brunette let out a shriek of pleasure. I don't know whether it was simple the talent of my wife or the stimulation of my finger, but at any rate the Redgraves were producing their bit for the massive Wally who was not denying her appreciation.

I wanted my wife to get the fullest of the act and I abandoned Wally and mounted Clara. We bucked around for awhile and Wally, forever there, came over to rub her sex into Clara's grinning lovely face.

Then more than one cry was let loose among this active trio. We seemed to let loose at the same time. All of us splashed in the other's substance. The many others in the room seemed to gain a new inspiration from our manoeuvres. And everyone was the better for it.

CHAPTER VII

It is quite certain that our sexuality, that part of which we are quite conscious, has not reached the limits of the higher intellect. Our substance is enough reason for our action and our motives. We can speculate before hand as to what we might do, but the very act thoroughly sought and engaged in, leaves us with much to be desired and we are compelled to begin again. In short we are insatiable as much as our appetites.

During the month I have spent with Clara, and only that month had I realized the greater plane of love. If I have only imagined this, at least I can say I have attempted the higher heavens.

I have taken a close look at myself, my image, my very essence and I have remarked that I have been profoundly imprinted by my experiences. I have tried to be as objective as possible and I really believe that something has changed.

I have spared nothing. I have given the best of myself. I have read, experimented, been tempted by the devil and have undergone my own analysis. Clara submits, to my cherish desire every time, with passivity. I wonder whether she knows what I think. There may be some validity in telepathy. Can my suggestive force pray upon her subjective and inconspicuous self to such a degree? What I have desired has been attained. There is a spiritual as well as a mental and physical element present and I am persuaded that this is so.

I can see the possibility of an inverse relationship. Perhaps it was she herself who has proscribed the treatment. Perhaps my very actions are part of her doing. Can I ever know?

This second hypothesis has caused me to look into the matter. Recently I have consulted Myers and Hodges well-discussed "Society for Physical Research". The only deduction that I could make is that hypnotical magnetism is at the roots of our relations. I am prepared to continue and even inject the notion of hypnosis in the matter if needs be. However, our mutual hypnosis is our common ground, our sacred equilibrium.

* * *

Is it true that it is Wally with whom I am having intercourse, or is it that Clara and Wally mixed together have formed one person?

The sensation is unimaginably acute. The great buttocks of big Wally which are in themself worthy of consideration, have opened up a new world. A world that is confused with the small round mounds of winsome lithe Clara who I can see from time to time, but who has been substituted for Wally. Who is it that I penetrate and what confounded images are transported before my eyes?

Mechanically my eyes whirl toward the direction of Jenny. Dear Jenny who is forever being fucked in the derriere by Jesse. The girl also has Dave who has given his best to her mouth. The scarlet lips envelope the little beast of the bored, dignified Dave.

I must say that the body of this dainty redhead Jenny is delicious to the eye. Her form, her color and her activity have helped me to realize an abundant dose of saliva and stickum. How nicely she is arched. Her stomach swells in and out as she is continually forked by a wondrous gourmet.

Involuntarily, as I watch Jenny in her rhythmic pleasure, I wring out the cries of Wally. This has set off a chain reaction for Clara compressed underneath has just come. My darling little wife is out of breath, but she holds on gallantly to the bloated woman rolling overhead.

Jesse, it seems, has unloosened his load. He bellows uproariously. I request that he move away from Jenny who is glued to Dave's dick. Jesse doesn't need to be asked a second time for he has had it. Jenny's behind is in the throes of certain indescribable convulsions. She twists and bucks and rubs and finally she trembles away tightening her rump in its last vibrations.

At the same time, I give Wally a tap as she comes once again in her vigorous personal way.

I want the two girls to change positions.

Wally understands.

Upside down goes Clara to taste new succulent fruit from a different point of view. Clara's butt wiggles freely in the air. Wally's thighs are squeezing the delicate head toward her great plum. I have no alternative, nor do I ask to have one, but to aim cock toward my wife's anus.

My large hands grip her flanks and in goes my sausage. She reaches her climax amazingly quick. The two playmates love each other all the more for my gracious act bestowed on the upper shelf. Clara is besides herself. Minutes linger on before she manages to straighten herself out. Wally's massive body begins to tremble. Her slight quivering is all I need to renew my thrusts. Once again Clara's rear is the target. My balls bounce against her creamy ass. Wally catches an eye of the action and she laps up the froth that trickles down from my wife's behind.

Ah, Wally, her face is sublime with its foam and the special shine gives her a happy glutinous look. The two corners of her mouth are furrowed with streams.

Enough of Clara's rear and now into her vagina. Once more a new cry echoes in the room. It creeps up to her throat and lingers there like the sound of a bell. Oh how my wife sperms forth these times. She appears to have no end.

Jesse comes wandering by the scene. Jenny apparently hasn't moved him. Besides, Jesse, is a gifted fellow with enormous resources. He is on the spot with a heavy cock hanging down and ready to perk up at the slightest intrigue.

Jesse sniffs around the two women and finds them to his liking. He steps back to get a final look and puts his hand down to his rod.

Jenny comes forward also. She kneels down and tries to lap up my seed as it darts in and out of Clara's tiny anus.

Her hands toy with private parts and she knows how to use her delicate sensitive fingers. She has won me over. I cede my place to Jesse. Jesse goes romping in my wife and I pivot around to where an open month and troubles hands receive me.

While Jenny is busy with my staff, licking off all the ware and tear of my wife and Wally, Jesse feverishly invades my wife. I can hardly distinguish her cries from the slushing sounds that emit from Jenny's mouth. I fear she is playing a water soaked pipe. Is Jesse in the rear-hole or is in the pussy? This vague thought excited me and I swelled up all the more.

"Oh, this admirable lady in miniature," said Jesse praising my wife. "I want to have her from the rear."

No sooner said then done. He whirled her around and brutally fixed himself to the sturdy little flanks. He was in her in flash. It was surprising how well they went together. If I were a victim of jealously, I think ft would have showed at that moment.

I was hot and my attention was divided between Jenny and my wife's infidelity. Suddenly a grand orchestration mounted and the salon was filled with human music.

Dave was the only one left out. He looked at us disdainfully. He was particularly taken with Jenny who was giving all her time to her favorite occupation. She saw that Dave was neglected and decided to apply her best care to the little snob.

His prick was soft and hung to one side like a little tyke who was bored with the show. Jenny's sweet caresses had no effect on the sullen fellow. Her hand wandered over to my nuts and she played with them as though they were marbles.

Dave wanted to get into the thick of things so he beads down and sticks his face into Jenny's crotch. He bites away as though he were a young calf chewing at his mom's teats.

Jenny is an active gal and her left hand, I notice, is circling the waist of the lean Dave. Ah, she has found it. Her fingers slides into the slit separating his two peach halves. Her index tickles away at the anal button. Dave sighs.

Then Jenny gets red and her cheeks bulge up and she looks like an old-time trumpet player. She has come this little rascal, but she doesn't want to give up her good time just for that. Good ole Jenny true-blue, playing at the batteries in her best rhythm.

We are all filled with different sensations. A happy trio with one thought in mind, and that is, pleasure. Jesse joined in the act. A couple of wiggles and stiff bucks and he was off. Everyone had enjoyed themselves except Dave and me.

Jesse isn't too bright. He is a huge man who uses force and brawn rather than brain. If he had only thought a little more he could have seen a precarious situation brewing.. But I suppose that is too much to ask a brute. We all decided to change off one again. It was only fair to give our sensuality the best possible and that means variety plus treatment.

Clara is presently offering her behind to the aroused Dave. He surprised us after all, or perhaps it is Clara's charm. Who knows? Jesse is tightly embedded in Clara's vagina. But my good wife has not forgotten her husband. The best is always saved for last Her month firmly snaps over my massaged sex.

Jenny is at my balls and Wally is at Jenny's snatch. Wally is my delight and her gapping pussy has my nose right on top.

The concert of our sensations must be a superb painting of musical color. What wonderful undulations and line. We are directing ourselves toward the sublime. Our bodies are feverish and sticky. We have a goal and it will soon be attained.

We have an obligation toward one another and our resources will permit that obligation to be fulfilled.

Already Clara's moans cause her eyes to recede in her head and she is seen by everyone to contract her rump and draw in her body. Her bucking is terrific and the sensation that it produces inside me is stimulating and sends me into a frenzy.

Almost in a standing position Clara is pressed between Dave and Jesse who refuse to spare her. They appear to want to rip her very skin off and dig into the bowels. Their action is so strong that it has an effect on me and by her mere suction I can feel my vertebrae quiver from the force.

The hip movements employed by the powerful Jesse rip into her sex and the tiny spear thrusts of pint-sized Dave are going to the core. She is given barrels in this terrifying scene of provoked passion.

Jenny is at my behind and her slippery tongue twists into my bottom and for some reason Wally is enjoying all this. Jenny is making Wally using me as an agent. My tongue whirls jets of fire into the lubricated pussy of two-ton Wally. My lips do the work and my tongue stabs her with delight.

My brown partner is positively dripping with perspiration. Suddenly she lets loose with a steaming liquid which streams into my mouth. Jet by jet it fills my bucal region.

My middle finger sticks into her butt-hole and it can feel the steady throbs. She comes and she dilates this hefty wench. It is just like that with Wally, a real glutton. I place my mouth around her sex and then I wander north for a few minutes right up to her anus. My tongue is busy and it will be probably become muscular in a short while if I don't move away.

Wally is hairy and that hair lines starts from her bellybutton and goes all the way to the small of her back.

Wally begins to come and she leads the chorus. Her cry of agony is transported to the nearest and that's Jenny. Plucky Jenny is bouncing up and down groaning and moaning in rhythm. She bends back like a carp out of water and then Clara seems to catch the general tendency and she wails her delight. Then the roar beasts is heard as Dave starts his mouse-like-squeak only to be followed by thunderous Jesse who unloads a powerful geyser in my wife's love box.

It's my turn. I explode with vigor and it all goes into Clara's lovely receptacle. When will it stop? It hasn't stopped yet. I think to myself that I have a secret source and I am wandering whether I will ever run dry.

I can feel the burning sensation as I unload. I have to bite into something so Wally must have this suffering pleasure.

Wally once more lets out a final cry of alarm and this time it's more sensual than preceding ones. Our forced diminished one by one we fall an make up a languorous heap. We probably resembled a pile of plumed geese who had just been shot and dropped there.

CHAPTER VIII

The whiskies that are going around are appreciated by everyone. They take effect for one thing. Jenny serves them out. She's amusing, this Jenny. She walks as though she has something up her rear-end. Her moderate breasts jiggle up and down. Se has a shimmy that's all her own and I dare say quite unique.

Clara is seated on the carpet right between my legs and I touch her hair with a loving hand. She has a permanent attraction upon my senses.

Mechanically she plays with my sex. She is not thinking of anything in particular and that's the joy of it all. Wally takes up the movement and toys with the giant phallus of dreaming Jesse.

"Have you seen the Caveoiah exposition?" Dave says as he turns toward me. "All the great masters."

"Yes, excellent, particularly the French paintings. Very important from the retrospective qualities." I answer.

"I bought one of them last week and something else besides which I particularly like. The, price had nothing to do with the utility of the object." This was Dave speaking. "Here is to ever one of us." Jesse toasted us all. He drank the liquid and threw the crystal glass behind him.

Jenny pirouetted in the air, drank the remaining drop from her glass and imitated Jesse's gest. Since Jenny wanted to play, Jesse takes her and throws her over his broad shoulders. She slips down his front and her sex comes eye to eye with Jesse's mouth.

"That's a neat trick, Jess, but you wouldn't dare do that with me." Wally gives him a wink. Jesse shrugged his shoulders and appeared to say "Pah".

He let Jenny drop to the floor and we went over to the robust Wally. With one heave he had the lady up where Jenny was. We could see his muscles bulge as it gave way to the effort. Then Wally came sliding down the front the same way Jenny had. Only Wally emitted a moan and a nervous cry as she descended to the carpet.

But Jesse had no intention of lower the big gal all the way down and her big thighs circled around Jesse's neck allowing him to bear the heavy weight. Jesse did not hesitate to plunge his face into the massive sex that yawned out at him.

Wally was doing her share at the other end. She was swallowing his nuts and licking up and down his stiffening rod.

A knock at the door startled us all.

"Clara dear, go see who is at the door." I asked my wife to be so good as to see if it were our good friend Sara.

Sara didn't come alone. She was with a thin virgin. The youngster was just a slip of a kid and very blond.

"This is Kitty," Sara told everyone.

We made her out to be about sixteen or seventeen.

As for Sara, she is an old friend and we have dropped off counting the years. She has been around more summers and autumns than we were able to guess, but she was in excellent form and that is what counted.

Sara was platinum more than blond. Kitty was shocked by what we saw and probably asked herself what she was doing there. However her eyes sparkled with a certain interest.

Kitty was dressed and Sara only had to uncover her fur to show herself in the same state as we were. Her body was still firm and she had all the necessities in the right place.

If she didn't, I don't think she would have showed herself so freely.

Sara made sure to show everyone how her sex was well-formed and even went so far as to demonstrate her red lips which were far from being disgraceful.

"Say hello to everyone Kitty and let yourself be known." Sara took the initiative.

Clara served two whiskies more for our guests, while Jesse continued to work over Wally's sex. Their postures remained the same since the arrival of the guests.

Kitty didn't know how to take us and we could all see that in her wary eyes. Gently Clara handed her the glass.

"Drink it down quickly, it will do you good and give you some courage." Clara gave her one of her most gracious smiles.

Sara seemed amused by it all. She appeared pride of her young find.

Kitty was busy with her scotch bringing it to her lips partly to drink and partly to hide her nervousness.

"This dress is hiding something out of this world. And under this piece of lingerie there are some breasts that would trouble Madame Nature herself. This is a girl from an excellent family, so don't feel that we most be ashamed."

Without giving Kitty a chance to breath, Clara filled her glass up once more. Kitty felt it was her duty to drink up and so she did.

"Well, well, my dear friends," this was San speaking. "It seems that I came just in time. I nearly couldn't get her because the streets are jammed with traffic. I had to abandon my taxi and come all the way on foot from Queensway. Well anyway here I am. Or I should say here we are. Come Kitty over here with me so that everyone can see you. Don't afraid everyone here is very very nice."

"Of course, we're nice," Jesse let out between lapping up Wally's frothy pussy.

Jesse let Wally fall to the carpet as she streamed with come. A lovely sight for such a strong girl.

"I am astonished and happy to meet all of you," Kitty said timidly.

"Not as much as we are." returned Dave with his deep cavernous voice and bored air. He was beginning to annoy us.

And Dave had to yawn just when things appeared to turn toward the more lively aspects. "We are going to play a game called "undress her." This was Wally's proposition. The flubby massive Wally walked up to the child and looked her over. "What do yon think of the idea Clara?"

Turning toward my wife Wally gave a lewd know-how wink. My sober wife agreed the idea wasn't bad. "Let's do it!" said Jesse laughing loudly as his eyes roved all over the newcomer. What was said was done.

"Let us all choose sides," said Sara grabbing Clara's bush and stroking my sex. "Great idea," Dave said ironically.

"Pick a number," this was Clara's idea and her thought of adding spice to the party. "Seven," Wally announced.

Clara counted to seven while she left Dave's outstretched arms. The number hit upon me. It was up to me to take off the youngster's clothing. I wish it could have been her underpants. Well something better than nothing I thought. I walked up to her and noticed that her eyes were filled with apprehension and this made her all the more delectable. She was exciting this little girl.

"Don't hurt me, please." she begged.

I was wondering if she had any idea of what was awaiting her. Did she catch on to Jesse's nuance? Well alright. One thing has left her and it just adds to the pigment of the matter. So this was Sara's idea to bring her up.

We can all gather that Kitty is thin and nicely made. She is much better than Sara at any rate. Two tiny breast point up in the air under her corsage. They're as hard as little stones. I took off her dress and made the gest by slipping it over her head.

I was moved by the little tike and found adorable. I'm sure the others weren't displeased especially after hearing their lips smack.

There was much whispering and it didn't take any imagination to think of what it might be about. "Isn't she cute?" Sara admired her as we all did. She was delicious enough to eat.

Clara and I exchanged glances at the moment when Kitty was minus her dress and standing only in her lingerie. This item was fresh and showed her place in society. Her initials were sewed on to her hose right where it meets the garter.

Although I sometimes hesitate when it comes to Sara, I was reassured and felt much better at this new invitee. She was definitely for us.

Perhaps tomorrow I'll meet her in a tea shop and we shall exchange smiles. Maybe her mother will be with her and she will ask who that strange elegant man is. Perhaps I'll never see her again.

"Another number," Wally asked again.

"Twenty-three," cried Sara in order to complicate matters.

Clara counted and this time it feel upon Wally to take up the lucky task.

Wally stalked up to the girl and she had a mean air about her. Maybe it was just the weight Wally loved to toss around.

Wally look like a big moose next to the little dear and she proudly pushed forward her massive breasts as she skirted around the winsome child.

We all knew Wally right down to the last hair of her sex.

With the greatest of caution Wally undid the lace panties, but Sara warned that it wasn't fair and that the brassiere had to come off first and that the other juicy part would have to be for someone else.

Off came the bra and before our bulging eyes two red buttons adorned on two round mounds of flesh reflected the white light.

They are positively delicious.

Half nude, Kitty attempts to cover her breasts, but this just couldn't be tolerated. Wally showed her who was boss. She took the young girls' arms and forced them behind her back and this forced her two mammals to stick out and show their wondrous qualities.

Everyone was happy and the tension was climbing in the overheated salon.

"I hope the next time I'll have a chance," Jesse expressed all of our wishes.

"Oh... oh... " the newcomer backed away trying to hide her charms. Of course she could go no where.

The next number happened to be sixteen. Beginning with Sara Clara wound up with herself. She didn't cheat and we all were good sports about it.

Wally moved aside and let Clara take her crack at the child. The dainty panties fall to the ground just before getting caught at the knee. This gave us all a chance to watch the young girl's movement and we ate this delicacy up with the others.

This young sprite is superbly well-made.

Suddenly my senses took over and I was filled with a terrible envy to take her right then and there.

I wanted her very much. How much? Well I can't explain. All I knows is that I wanted to plunge deep within her and feel her suffer. I wanted to taste her and make her hurl with delight.

I couldn't help myself and as I looked mechanically at Jesse, I noticed that he was thinking of the same thing. It must have been a sort of cerebral transmutation.

I held back and I hardly was able to hear the next number that was offered. It fell upon Sara. The hose had to come off and she made short rift of it. The juvenile was slowly turning bare and she managed to blush just to show her true feelings.

The last number went to Jesse. He had the pleasure of taking off her thin tights. In spite of what I imagined, he did not jump her right then.

He lowered the slip with the most delicate gest. Really I didn't think Jesse capable of such manners.

He was slow about it and I think that he wanted to admire his nude partner all the more. Once this task was accomplished, Jesse lifted up the helpless figure and placed her right in the middle of all.

She didn't retreat as she had done.

"Let's drink to our new find," said Clara. Wally with her sinister habits came up to the teenager and pour whiskey all over her young breasts.

"No... No... enough... please... " she blurted out. But no one came to her call.

Jesse moved around her like a great cat and his eyes were hungry and demoniac. "I'm going to eat you up my little one." Was Kitty not catching on to all this? She tried to escape Jesses' butcher-like hands. Wally was the nearest and the most seemingly logical refuge.

Wally looked at her with pity and a certain tenderness crept into her hard eyes.

But whatever the child saw in them she did Not like it. And what Wally had to say snapped off her last illusions.

"Let's make sure she is a virgin," Wally smiled and winked at Jesse.

It was to be known quite rapidly. While Jesse before our very eyes opened the thighs of the blond girl, Wally approached the sex and attempted to open the lips of the little nymph. She placed her index finger there and it went in a bit. "Miracle!" Wally cried out. "She's one after all. What do you think of that?

"I think that this little goose should be given over to Jesse. This way she will know what man the animal is. I think it is the best solution for the moment." This was Wally thundering away.

"No... No... please... Don't!" the kid begged but to no avail. Jesse picked her up in his huge arms and carried her over to the divan.

"On the floor, on the floor.." This was Clara who was speaking.

"Yes, she's right," said Wally helping to hold the tiny wisp of a kid under control.

"And I want to handle the whip," Jenny was eager and ready to do her share.

"No later. Just come here and help us." Wally took command.

Holding Kitty by the wrists, she pushed her to the floor, while Clara aided by Jenny took an ankle a piece and spread the young lady's legs apart. A few sharp cries sprang from the lips of helpless Kitty.

Sara managed to be of some service and so she sat on the poor girl and helped open the sex of the struggling virgin.

The two round cheeks of Sara's ass were sufficient to drown out the hurling of lithe Kitty. Almost seated on her face, Sara warned the girl to keep quiet or she would open up both barrels.

Then Jesse was put to action. He was like an army officer who had his work all cut out.

* * *

The sexuality of a man is different from that of the woman by the intensity he feels toward the object in question. He is capable of going wild much sooner than the woman. It is the object of his desires that stimulate and force him to reach such a high pitch.

The subjectivity of the female is in question. She wonders what will be and hopes the best will come. She is the incomplete creature in the relation and she awaits only completion which soon will come.

CHAPTER IX

Kitty was a beauty. Her side-tracking of the issue and her new influx of sensuality boiled in every one of us. I even felt great purge of power when Jesse through the thin web of flesh. Ah, what a spectacle it was.

The bestial act produced an enormous effect on us. Jesse was our spokesman and the perfection of his mission was hailed by all. There was another tone developed in the warm setting and we were the better for it.

Sara got up and permitted the young girl to breath normally again. Little Kitty was puffing away from the effort and from the experience.

Three women hovered around the girl whose ladyhood had been stripped. Visibly Kitty was unnerved and her shining skin was trembling and a light sweat was streaking down her belly.

All of us were nothing but eyes and we huddled together to decide the fate of the little one. Our pixen eyes shone like far-off stars as we captured ever phase of the act and the result.

I think everyone of us had the feeling that he or she was participating. However it was Jesse, but we knew that Jesse somehow was part of as. Perhaps, it is true, that I more than the others substituted myself with Jesse. It wasn't his member gliding in with terrible strokes seeking out the passage that was veiled by a slight epidermis, but myself.

And the trickles of blood that circled our the cock were so clear that I looked down to see if I had not been attained myself.

Ah... Jesse has been a master this time. Red and sweating he has delivered the girl to us and we all raised our glasses to salute our brave comrade.

"I would lie to be in her place." said Wally. "It's ashamed that it has been so long ago."

"Look at her bleeding, look." cried Jenny who was stretching her lovely neck far out just to see the sight.

"She is really a virgin, or I should say was, after all." Sara added without completely crumbling the young victim with her powerful buttocks.

Kitty had some room in which to breathe. Sara permitted her to move her head around and than clamped down wen Jesse prepared his new throats.

"All the way, Jesse, go right to the bottom. One good stroke should really do it."

Bot Jesse knew how to handle it. Only one-third of his penis went inside and yet Kitty was bleeding. His procedure was a classic one and he knew how to perform the task with a great art.

A hefty moan creaked from Kitty's body when Jesse moved in an inch more. The effect showed. In spite of the little space that Kitty had to amplify her feeling and roll around, she managed to elude the three women and rock with a spasm on the floor. She had to let out the suffering sensations that were pervading her body.

Jesse was moving in little by little and we could now see that his long thick cock was buried in the fragile nest at least half-way. A new burst of blood found itself on the stiffened cock. Even the carpet was becoming stained. Kitty made an effort to raise herself but she wasn't able to muster up enough energy and so she fell back on the carpet. She seemed to adapt to that part of the floor and little wonder for she was literally crushed by the mass of people who showed an astonishing interest in her case.

Our dainty newcomer was crucified to the deck and Jesse as well as three women were lurching over her.

Once again a cry of pain filled the room. We felt the burst of troublesome suffering well from the beauty's throat.

By chance, my eyes, fell upon Dave. Dave wasn't aware of it. Then my eyes fell upon the out-stretched victim and I followed each complaint with my heart and senses. Wally was having a fit. All she had to do was look at the opened sex of our new club member and she almost came.

All of a sudden a cascade of sperm broke from Dave's body right at the moment when Jesse was applying his final thrust. The liquid fell onto Kitty's throbbing body.

Jesse's victory caused a shrill cry of despair which trembled in the girl's interior.

The husky man picked the girl up by the hips in order to lodge his prick in the tender hole. Jesse was not easy on the girl. He was becoming excited and this meant he was growing in fever and therefore in power.

A great wail echoed in the salon and we all knew that Kitty had exerted all her fears, pains and joys in coming for the love of the party if she liked it or not.

"Hold her down," ordered Wally trying to keep herself from devouring the youngster. "Don't let her go." Wally let her entire weight fall on the wrists of the hapless girl and this certainly mart have produced marks of pain. Clara and Jenny were in charge of spreading the legs apart and the two young women took their jobs extremely seriously. Kitty's sex was open as wide as possible. It yawned its tale for all to behold.

Jesse, still enormous, continued his action, mixing his first fluid with the substance that he found in the interior and then another ejaculation which dilated with the blood that Kitty was constantly emitting.

The girl was murmuring and moaning and her complaints were confused and incoherent. Her eyes which were half-closed were much like that of a child who was having a nightmare.

All at once Jesse withdrew from the scene. Clara looked at me and without saying a word I exchanged places with Jesse.

I plunged into that newly awakened hole which was filled with come, blood and sweat.

I failed to pay attention to Dave and Clara. The lean Dave pointed his sex at Clara's mouth and she lapped it in and the soft thing sprung up and took on proportions.

From the corner of my eye I can just barely make out Jesse and Wally. Jesse pushed his soaking rod into Wally's mouth as far as it was able to go and that was already a good distance and the big gal was inhaling it in, every drop.

Wally undoubtedly wanted to have some of the ex-virgin and this was one way of having her. Jesse was using Wally's lip service like a large pussy cleaned off of hair.

Jenny in the meantime was creeping up along my thighs and she reached my nuts in due time. I was doing my best with Kitty but this extra help permitted me to grow harder and go in deeper. I was therefore grateful to Jenny for her fine assistance.

Spread out completely over Kitty's young body my face encountered the massive sex of sitting Sara who had not as yet changed her posture. Her box attracted me. It was particularly barren of hair.

Sara sensing my interest, parted her legs and showed me more clearly her palpitating cunt. I was able to touch the warm flesh with my tongue and I found that she too had ejaculated previously. Her nest was filler with come. However she was ready for another round and my nose sniffed out the wonderful odor. I plunged my entire face in that delightful hole.

I was in need of this equilibrium. I had to have the new and the old. Sara's box was as important to me then as the young pussy of the devirginized Kitty. The mixture was heavenly.

Was I going to come?

Suddenly, I felt that pressing sensation which creeps into the lower belly and I was forced to contract my stomach to chase away the much-too-comfortable sensation. Kitty refuses to quit moaning. She had become almost unconscious with her efforts and her complaining. Her incoherence troubled me and I wanted to have her to badly. I wanted to see her have a particular pleasure with me.

I wasn't going to be deceived. All at once the girl woke up, starred at me with her big painful eyes and brayed like a donkey as she spurt forth drop. This new cry has changed everything. She was coming alive and I was ready to prepare a new attack.

I could feel myself welling up within her. In her thin vagina I could sense my sex compressing and then slip unctuously along the youthful walls. I wanted her soul as well as her body.

My hands glided upon her breasts as though they were made for her. My mouth descended to find the mounds and my teeth were soon locked around the tiny red nipples.

Non, I most certainly didn't want to come yet. It would have been inappropriate and would have spoiled my splendid orchestration and new-founded initiative.

"Dave's turn, Dave!" Wally shouted out. "Let Dave have her now." Wally uttered this between sucks on Jesse's instrument.

She was right. Dave replaced me and dug in as Jesse and I had. Kitty let out a new cry and she was the tender wounded animal of our social set.

I had to have an outlet and it was my ever-faithful wife who was there to serve me. Her mouth opened and absorbed my dick.

There was violent odor particularly of feminine sperm which invaded the room. It was mixed with the odor of tobacco, leather and sweat This very odor seemed to penetrate us all. It became our personal perfume.

Dave, dry and angular, was driving in deeper and deeper. He was outdoing Jesse and myself much to the surprise of everyone. She appeared to be in the throes of a new pleasure. Were Dave and she in love? All of us wondered.

Dave knows that when it comes to a show-down he can inflict almost as much pain as Jesse. He has a way of moving hip slender hip that permit him to get to the bottom of things.

This first initiation is nothing at all. She will see other things. It was probably the reason why we all held back just for her. Everyone took turns and inundated the girl with their private sperms.

(When she left the house, she most certainly had no desire for love for a good seven or eight weeks.) Sara brought her to us for the express purpose of breaking her in. Each one of us did his or her job to perfection. We were proud of ourselves and I thought we had a right to be.

If Kitty had come, without knowing what it would be like, well so much the worse for her.

Clara was sucking me off with love. But her eyes flowed toward the movement of snobbish Dave. She watched them and then her eyes wandered over to Sara's hairless pussy. What did this peeled fruit have to offer. What was its savourous quality?

"Alright, you have had enough." Wally was in command of our forces. "Off her now."

Kitty was in the middle of us and almost without reflexes. Her face was like wax with thin streaks of sweat melting down. Her body seemed worn for someone so young and her sex was bristling with secretion. It was a pleasure to behold this fair lass in her helpless condition and her sensual appeal became all the more potent.

Jesse leaned over her and picked her up. He brought her over to the canape and laid her down as he would a dead goose.

Clara immediately understood Jesse's desire and she sprung to action. She spread the cheeks apart as she dug her nails into the young girl's rump. Kitty didn't budge.

Jesse bent down and took his sex in the palm of his hand and slipped it in horizontally. The place he chose was rather brutal for a girl who had just been deflowered. The strong ape selected the back side and plugged up the rear. He didn't hold back this time and with a couple of brusque movements he plunged with all his might.

Kitty yelled terribly loud.

Nailed to the divan by Clara who was holding her posterior in place, Kitty huffed away while heavy Jesse weighed on the rounded flanks.

"It's a good thing for a young lady to know what it's like from the anus. She has the advantage of being sodomised all of a sudden." Jesse was convinced of this.

After finishing his commentary, he recommenced his action, while Jenny grabbed the poor girl's arm to keep her from fighting against the raging Jess.

Wally held the legs still. She was seated on the carpet almost between Jesses legs. She did not hesitate to lick his nuts as he gave some powerful bucks aiming at the tiny anal region of the experience young calf.

But Jesse's climax is around the corner. He managed to have the adolescent whelp and her agony became acute. Bits of sperm oozed out of the tiny aperture.

Wally understood this when she saw the gland trickle out. It was swollen like a rubber balloon.

Dave took his place and Wally kept up her ball licking despite the change in Kitty. Her tongue was moving frenetically.

My wife leaned over the smitten Kitty and I noticed her eyes glow as she spread the butt region of the mite further apart.

Just as she was, I wanted to take Clara then and sodomise her on the spot. For that matter Jenny looked more appealing than ever before. Her sex was blossoming like a fruit.

I rushed over to the drawer and picked out a few leather fake sexes each one different from the other. Everyone was larger than the average sire.

The four women starred at the objects and chorused an "Oh". They were all stupefied and maybe happy.

With a great deal of fervor I placed them in here and there while Dave was filling the anus of our delightful visitor with his moderate sized-prick.

Wally was the first to subject herself to the false dick treatment. She got down on all fours in order to facilitate matters. She was gifted with a large one, solid and gleaming.

Hardly had the thing been pushed into place, when Wally went into a trance. I strapped her in and then went over to Jenny whose look almost showed what she desired.

"Make it strong and fat, honey," she said while shaking her rear-end. I thought to myself this is just the girl to be served by one of these mechanisms. Jenny was a model and I understood her kind pretty well. Models are all the same at one point or another.

Of course, I kept the biggest and the fattest for my wife. It was all I could do to show how much I loved her and respected her.

Sara began the operation with all the enthusiasm that she was capable of. Sara loved these things perhaps more than the others and I can't tell you how much others were for it.

I approached Clara who was ready for the intrusion. She rounded her back and opened her butt almost at the same time she spread Kitty wide open.

Slowly, in order for her to feel the sharp tiny sensations of penetration, I pushed and turned the instrument in her tender anal part. I love to use this type of vocabulary when it comes to Clara's private regions. Sometimes I have a way of building up with words. I love to dance and the cruder the dance becomes the better I like it. It is the same thing with words. Clara and I go to greatest heights with the introduction of obscene words.

"My love... darling. It's your turn to take Dave's place. I want to have the pleasure of seeing you "ass-fuck" this superb juvenile."

Dave stepped back and I took over. I glided easily into the already enlarged hole. I wanted to feel the slipperiness of the walls and all the nuances of her intense anus. I took my time. I wanted her to feel that it was special and that it wag my very own personal intrusion.

Clara was having a thrill just by pushing the legs apart. Her eyes were glued to my member to keep up on every move that I made and had the intention of making.

Blood flowed from that hole and it caused a light coat to stick on my penis head.

Clara puffed as she wiggled into a better position. She wanted the "goad" to be penetrating to its utmost and afford her a complete pleasure.

Her gents were synchronized with mine. After all I think that's the least one can expect between a husband and wife. She was possessing herself and I was possession of something and someone who was giving her added pleasure. What more can one say?

The other women were masturbating in full force. They were exhaling and inhaling a good quantity of air. There were intermittent cries of pleasure. In fact while the others were carried off on the leather wings of love Kitty came to and managed to look on to this strange scene.

I didn't permit myself that grand pleasure of ejaculating. First Kitty must pass by all the phases of sexual diversion before receiving the final explosion of sperm in her arse. Her flesh must be submitted to the rigors and holocausts of time and experiment. She must reach the great bounds of love before I can register my pleasure.

At the moment I felt my liquid on the verge of unloading, I backed off with my sex vibrating in the air. The slime that my prick picked up in her entrails shone like sparkling matter. I prepared a double charge for her this time.

With the help of Clara, my beloved wife, I aimed a false prick at her vagina and then one at her anus in spite of some violent protestations.

Her face was covered with tears. She didn't know quite exactly what to make of it all, but she was going to have a new thrill in a very short while. Strapped into the two dicks we would hardly be able to move around the room. In her helpless state we would all profit from her mouth. She was going to suck every one of us and why not?

Kitty no longer tried to seek refuge in Sara's look. Sara was and is as hard as all of us. Wally brought out a whip with several threads and she let it crackle in the air.

"On your knees, girl of the streets!" she exclaimed with an ordering tone.

With a long spring and a vigorous motion she let the whip fly. I dry slapping sound rolled off the back of the saddened young girl. The few slashes caused the girl slip to her knees right in front of Jesse. Wally was directing the show.

Imitating Wally, Jenny and Clara came up with their whips and they snapped them in front of the terrified adolescent.

Sara was busy making sure that the leather rods were rightly placed between the two legs.

The cadence of the three whips showered on Kitty's shoulders. A few more fell on her breasts. Her body was shivering with terror. Her small rounded bottom was wiggling in pain while the two leather cocks did their work.

Jesse's swollen prick progressively advanced toward the mouth, while Sara was asked to guide it into the small oral region. She put one hand on the nuts and wrapped her other around the sturdy cock. Dave and myself unstirred by the scene and we stood by impassively.

Kitty was forced to satisfy all the males present and now she was given an added task. She was clumsy about it, but helped us all to get a supplemental excitement from it.

From time to time Sara pushed her hand on the neck of her protege so that she would be able to absorb the massive penis all the better. The sex almost choked her and made her cough furiously.

As if they were content and it justified the penitence Clara, Wally and Jenny slashed away each one at a time. They all took care of the needs of the girl and their ambitions.

The back and the hips of the beaten girl were particularly red and even a few drops of blood showed along the edges of the wounds.

Clara and Jenny let their lashes creep from the top of the shoulders down the back to the thighs and up again.

Sara was busy moving the girl's head to demonstrate how it was done. Someday she would have to please a man and she may as well learn now. I should add that Sara was using quite a bit of force and persuasion.

Kitty was forced to take in just about ever inch of the huge cock. The big man didn't have any reason to hold back now and bit by bit, he unloosened his sperm. Sara made sure that every drop could float in the ex-virgin's mouth.

When Jesse moved away, Wally ordered: "Next!" and she let loose a wicked crack from her stiff whip.

It appeared as though Dave were going to have his pleasure now. He was seated like all of us in an armchair putting down a few whiskies.

"No... No... please... have some pity," implored the gamin.

She used her hands to push Dave away. Kitty didn't seem to appreciate the fully extended dick.

The blows of the whip reined down on her shoulders while Sara used some excellent judgement in tying the girls' hands behind her back.

After she brought the kid close to Dave by dragging her by the hair. She pressed down on her jaw and forced Kitty's mouth open. Dave's prick was introduced and Sara used some precaution to see that the mouth stood open and didn't clamp down too tightly on Dave's dick.

Then Sara moved away to discuss matters with Clara, Wally and Jenny.

"We're going to make her come in spite of herself," they whispered between their teeth.

Only Wally conserved her whip. Clara and Jenny threw theirs away. The two undid the straps that were holding in place the leather pricks. For a moment the young girl thought she was going to be free of this massed torture.

She was under a delusion, for the two women came close to the tender flesh of frightened Kitty and placed some instruments up her vagina and bowels and with a steady cadence managed to create a cross between excitement and pain.

Dave came and he held his pleasure for a long while. In the meantime Wally placed some magnificent slashes around the back of the girl and these caused some unusual whelps to rise.

Sara intervened to put Kitty into the preferred posture required to hold onto the fluid that spurted from Dave's penis.

Until then, Kitty had her eyes closed, but now she was forced to open them as though this would be a way to get rid of the hot foaming liquid.

The girl seemed to harden as though she understood something. Even the blows of big Wally seemed to be ineffectual. Her features seemed to grow stern. There was a dry hard quality in her eyes and she did not twist with many needless contractions. She stood there pained with her skin shivering naturally.

I was feeling so passionate that I had to use an extraordinary hold on myself to keep from coming in her lovely mouth.

"Now, now... come," said Sara trying to humor the girl.

"There's only one man left. And he gets hard so often that we all admire him for it. Now be a good girl and open your mouth." she helped the girl along and added: "Come on now, bigger than that. This one is strong and big. He wants something that will fit."

The sensation of that small mouth was so wonderful that I slipped back into my chair in order to flee from it.

Once again, Sara pressed down on the tiny neck and caused her to use her best implements. She was made to know excellently well the pleasure that I was awaiting.

I penetrated with an impression of dissolution that was completely a new experience for me. The heat that was coming from that mouth with its saliva and other juices almost melted my instrument.

I managed to witness the movement of the members that were sliding in and front of her vagina and anal region.

The pulsations of that scene with the sensual lubricity will always rest as one of the highlights of my life.

I discharged as a volcano might and my burning sperm must have gone all the way down. I felt the girl buckle underneath the force.

When the liquid stirred in her mouth, I couldn't help but notice a flame that was registered in her eyes. These flames remained a mystery for me for a long time. There was a frenzy in her look as she lapped down the boiling sperm. I almost wanted to have her declare herself and tell me what she thought at that moment, but perhaps it would have spoiled everything.

Was it caused by me or by Clara? Who can tell? There will always be unfathomable mysteries in life.

I even detected that she was pushing into the leather dongs and although consumed with strong pains I thought she rather liked it. Her introduction to sodomizing was controlled by two experts, passionate Jenny and my winsome wife.

Sliding the false dick into the victim, Jenny did not let timidity get the best of her and she pushed it all the way in all the while turning it violently.

When Sara permitted her to take a breather, Kitty fell flat on the floor, and the only part of her that showed any life was the flickering of her eyelids. Her eyeballs became white and the outline of her lashes an unwholesome blue. Certain part of her body produced tics that made her skin stand up and quiver.

We administered compresses and compacts with cubes of ice inside. A silence invaded the room and our bodies were tired and I might even say petrified.

* * *

That night was a special one. It was an initiation for young Kitty. She was lucky enough to have a Lord and a Baronet preside in her presence. That night was followed by many others.

That same night, Kitty learned to like the joys of sensual love-making. Despite the torments and the horrible injections and exigencies of women and men much older than she, Kitty withstood the trials and tribulations.

That bacchanal evening lasted till deep into the night. It would be almost impossible to cite everything that happened. You will just have to take my word for it. We rotated at least six times and in various fashions.

We saw the youngster a few more times, but then she disappeared and we had to count on Sara to furnish some others. Some of them outdid our fondest hopes and they made us forget the delicious Kitty.

Clara was becoming a real specimen. She was a sexual drunk. I broke her in and however it was she that was now leading the way. I had to keep her in hand and it wasn't easy.

She was becoming insatiable. Nothing seemed to hold her down.

But her love for me had reached such gigantic proportions that I wasn't worried about her certitude. Our mutual experience only embellished our love for one another. I have a strange desire to annihilate myself and her and disappear into infinity without leaving a trace except these miserable words in this notebook which does not really tell the true story.

She doesn't know that this book exists. I think she ignores it's existence. One day I may show it to her that is if we still exist on earth.

* * *

CHAPTER X

That house that I took her to yesterday is quite famous for its peculiarities. In other words it is a brothel...

Clara walked up the stairs to the indicated room and comfortably reclined on the bed. She kept her clothes on. A man entered shortly afterwards. I was able to see him from the mirror that was in the alcove. He smiled at Clara and I felt my heart throb in my chest. My muscles knotted up.

He approached. Clara watched him without moving.

The man appeared to be a peasant and I am sure he was. His dress was entirely banal and the contrast between him and such a distinguished woman was frightening. It effected my snobbish blood.

He appeared to be surprised to find such an outstanding feature in the place and in his awkwardness he made a move toward the door as though he had mistaken rooms.

Clara spoke a few words and drew the man closer to the bed. He smiled and she returned the amiable sign in good grace.

My blood continued to boil violently in my veins while I waited to see what would happen. I tried to control myself and I refused to give into such ridiculous horse-play. I tied to keep calm.

My wife stretched back still completely dressed. She was wearing a silver fox fur and this gave her a marvelous appeal for any man.

I hesitated in my thoughts. If she were naked, something might have happened too quickly. But this way, there was an intrigue and tone to it all.

I didn't know how to take it I was confused and agitated. A dress undergarments were not at all superfluous.

A cold sensation cropped up in my stomach...

Those stones of ice.

The sensations burdened me. I felt a pain that heightened my sensitivity. I was in need of this and that is why we came.

Was this man going to dare touch this female that smiled at him? He approached and made a motion to touch her.

All well and good. I wanted to see my work in process and at the same time I was afraid at what I would see. I stepped back because I was mentally troubled for the moment with my fiendish plot.

Man does not usually know what he is cut out for. This one should take Clara for a prostitute of a lower category. He chose the room in accordance to what he could pay. Little does he know that we paid a price to "pass" this new-comer into the ranks. The lucky fell'"" has no idea of all this.

He might be thinking that this is all a trap. He might be a regular customer and know all the gang.

What difference does it all make?

Clara took his hand and brought it to her breast. She let his hand wander over her teats and I felt a crisp sensation take hold of me.

I heard my heart beating like a boulder in my chest and then suddenly something caught in my throat.

Then Clara dropped her hand on the sex of her partner in order to unbutton him and seek farther into the matter. She must have caused him to have inhibitions.

I had the impression that he had been drinking just before he came in.

Happily Clara thought for both of us. I might had that she thought for the three of us in this case.

She pointed to bottle of Bourbon that was on the small night table to the side. He emptied out a glass and drank it down in one gulp.

He swallowed his drink and then wiped his mouth as best he could. Then he served himself another.

Then they drank a toast to their future relations. And as they did this my throat went dry. They lifted the alcohol to their lips and flung it down.

Then Clara's hand went to the back of the man's neck and she leaned her head toward his with her lips searching a kiss. They embraced. The alcohol passed from her to him.

He hovered over her and assumed a horizontal position.

The heavy mass of the man masked the top of his body. I was able to see his hand move down toward the legs of my wife and slowly beckon her to take off her robe. He quickly discovered the fine calves of my lovely wife.

Clara lifted her dress and spread her fine legs apart to permit the man to progress in the right direction. All the while she pivoted in such a way as to allow me to see every thing that was going on. She was a good wife.

My skin was burning up with an intensity that was unequaled. My forehead was covered with sweat. I believe I was sweating more than the man who was on the divan with my wife.

I could feel myself puffing away and there was a sharp pain in my stomach.

Resting on her side my wife maneuvered the man in such a way so that when he undid his pants his stick automatically dropped out.

I managed to see his brown penis and some hair that stuck through the stripped trousers.

I could see that they were hungry for each others' tongues. The bourbon must have been still on their breaths.

When I saw the wife of my wife's lingerie, I felt that I could make a white sail of a vessel in the wind. Who was this audacious man who was rolling on my wife?

Clara pivoted once again and she made clear that her tongue was active and her breasts were hard and ready. Her mouth lowered toward the man's cock. Her hand held it tightly as one would a staff. Her aristocratic fingers holding that slimy sausage made me sick to my stomach.

I had the feeling that I didn't want to go through with the game wen I saw that vile thing and especially when it slipped into my wife's mouth.

Thoughts ran through my mind. I then saw something peculiar or more truthfully sensed something extraordinary.

That man who was with my wife was myself. He was no longer a peasant who had come in drunk, but he was me with my cock. I needed to constantly substitute my personality. I searched far and wide to make our adventure one of happiness and variety. Clara was having me once again but by an indirect relation. She understood this I am sure.

It isn't that I wished to throw Clara off sexually and put her onto other men. I merely wish to give her all the stimulation possible. She has always come back stronger.

Her partners are me, no matter who they actually may be. Her sex belongs to me. She is my wife and what ever goes into her is mine and part of me.

Clara sucked away slowly. She let her lips climb up and then they descended. She seemed to hide her face in her lace and I couldn't guess why. Certainly she was not ashamed.

The man must have guessed that this was expensive material for a wore, but instead he just let himself be lapped up as though he felt he were worthy of it.

Clara helped him massage her breasts by opening her blouse. The man was still timid and he even annoyed me with his tomfoolery.

My wife stopped speaking to the man and she threw him a stiff look which I have known before.

The man became aroused and empassioned ripped the dress in two, Then with same briskness he stripped Clara of her skirt. His face was covered with fury.

Clara wasn't wearing any under-pants. I don't like them either and today they are less in demand than before. Her triangle was delicious and her rounded abdomen was a joy to behold. Her hair was dense and it even seemed more so from afar.

She opened her thighs to the stranger.

That nudity which is not the same as others I hope will be something he will cherish for a long time. Soon I shall know how he decides to treat it. The case is a classic one; a peasant in front of aristocracy. How shall he handle this object of quality.

He doesn't want to reflect on this beauty, he just wants what every common man wishes.

The rustic stranger brushed Clara's face away from his sex and in a moment of haste he climbed upon my wife much as a crazed man would. I could easily see the beast in this one.

Their bodies seemed to be soldered together. They rode the crest of high waves which mounted and descended.

There were many impetuous assaults. The legs of my Clara passed underneath that of the man, who was now her lover. Instead of going to the breasts the not too hasty fellow folded Clara's hands in the shape of a cross and looked into her eyes.

I could see Clara's profile. I saw her beautiful breasts and her lovely flanks which powerfully gave back buck for buck.

All these sensations were felt and my stomach contorted in a muscular reaction.

My flesh was as alive as that man's. I could feel the tumult within. I could feel my penis reach out like a branch and throb in my trousers.

His rhythm became mine. He prolonged the act and sought after other sexual postures.

He reader back and then he twisted around as though he had a cramp in his neck. And then heavily he fell on top her. A few more convulsive bucks and he unloaded his gism into Clara's entrails.

The sturdy legs of my beloved wife relaxed and parted from the body of the insistent unknown. She was still wearing her high heeled shoes. She brought him to her with two languorous arms which stretched to the back of his neck. She kissed him thanking him for the spontaneity of the grand sexual show he had performed.

* * *

She was the first to regain contact with reality. And that was simply to rise slowly the limp body that was rubbing up next to her. She leaned down and took up his cock between her lips. She stroked his abdomen. That detestable belly which was overly browned and hairy.

Her movements were slow and measured. She demonstrated much affection in the undulation of her gests. There was as ever that sensation of substitution and I felt that I was more in his position than he. He displeased me more and more.

The man did not take long to have a new erection. His member became turgid and red. That rough prick was cutting into the mouth of my fond wife.

Clara abandoned the stiff joint to roll her tongue around furtively over the mans' nuts. She sucked in his substances and I felt myself becoming lightheaded.

Her skin looked as white as snow and she was bathed in the beauty of her finely cut lingerie. The terrible red hand searched out her private parts. It was like an enormous spider and it wandered all over that superb body only to find a home in her bush.

There the spider disappeared by moments right between the legs of the woman who was my wife.

Clara changed her position ever so slightly. She wanted to facilitate the intrusion. Perhaps she even hinted for the man to try the posterior. He seemed to be well on his way toward that happy ground.

The man moved around but Clara was able to find him wherever he was. Her long pointed tongue rolled down his abdomen and then went down his shaft to the round little acorns and then darted in between his rump. I turned my head away when she crawled up his hairy red back.

One hand of the ugly man gripped a tit. I was wandering whether it was merely to assume another position or whether this is what he craved for the moment.

This excited Clara and she continued to suck the great cock of this unwholesome stranger.

Her wonderful body was like a symphony in flesh and I don't think she could be compared to anyone else. Of course, she was my wife and I am extremely subjective.

I was taken with her and I contracted my sexual muscles with every force that was in me.

The man must have felt what I did for he came all of a sudden. Heavy and powerful, a stream of white sperm burst into Clara and roll down her mouth in an indescribable manner.

She had no time to stop. Her partner probably did not understand the nuance. She continued her work and her mouth pumped away a hit more slowly while her tongue lapped up the sacred juice. Once she had given the man a professional job well-done, she offered him a glass of alcohol which the man did not hesitate to take.

He drank quickly and it slopped over his mouth. Once the liquid was down he laughed loudly in order to feel his power and regain his force.

Then he gave her a big kiss as though he were recompensing her for a job well accomplished. She snuggled up to him in an affectionate way which actually bothered me. He drank another mouthful and placed his lips close to hers in order to transmit the liquid.

I hoped vaguely that this would put a new flame into the act and yet at the same time I wanted to have it finished. I loathed the clumsy oaf.

My dick was ready to burst and besides it hurt. In fact a real pain took possession of my body. It was probably the excess of my desires accumulated over a period of time. To think this was my wife. My mind could not tolerate the idea and the whole affair upset me to the point of impotency.

* * *

The man spoke to Clara for a few minutes when all of a sudden a woman entered into the room At that point my wife's hands were playing with the fellow's sex which was soft and wretched. She wanted to lead him back onto the amorous paths as quickly as possible.

The woman who came in was big and strong. In fact some-what of a monster. She was a dyed blond who wore nothing but a kimono with a silk belt. Her breasts were heavy and practically popping out of her robe. She was so heavily made-up that I had to think she was trying to copy a Japanese Geisha girl.

She was exactly my idea of a low-rate prostitute.

The man turned his head and recognized instinctively someone who was of his class. He was a bit taken aback though.

The poor fool knows very little...

The blond approached the couple almost breaking into a broad grin. Then she undid her robe and showed everyone present a body loaded with fat and rose. But somehow it was not an unattractive body and it had some fine proportions.

She slipped into the bed as though she were invited. The kimono simply fell to the floor. Her huge body eclipsed Clara's as it cuddled up to my dainty wife. Of course, the foolish lout understood absolutely nothing. He tried to interpret the affair, but all he could do was to scratch his head.

The big blond preceded to manipulate my wife with the best caresses I have seen in a long time. She was all over her breasts, belly and thighs in a matter of a few seconds. She was also quick with her mouth and she bit at the little nipples of the royal wife.

Her hand was after the conquest that many males run to too quickly. The man feeling left out of things came to the back of the bloated creature and rubbed his hard dick up and down her spine.

She turned and grabbed the staff to find out whether it was alive. The man bent down and sniffed rear of the hefty newcomer.

Once again, after having covered Clara with many caresses, the generous blond changed places with Clara placed under her. She straddled Clara and her thick thighs fell over Clara's shoulders. Her sex was rubbed into Clara's heart-shaped head. The blond was an advocate of sixty-nine and her head went into the pussy of my ravished wife. Right under the eyes of two men, one there and the other hidden, she lapped away avidly.

Clara was not passive through all this and she responded with her own attacks. I wanted to cry out and ask her to stop making love to this common wench, but my wife was too much absorbed in her duty.

The two girls were struggling around to penetrate better and they certainly were giving their best efforts to the act.

The masculine presence tried to get into the swing of things. But he soon found out there was no place for him.

He had to watch the spectacle in the same way as I had to, totally impotent. However it was free and he might always learn something. The bounder ought to at least take this into consideration.

In spite of his two hands that grabbed at one moment one of the bodies than at another moment the other, he seemed exasperated. He couldn't even get any crumbs from this splendid meal in front of him.

He began to masturbate when the blond finally decided to consider his case. The great woman took his cock in hand and he felt much more relieved.

However Clara would not let the blond alone and she was sucking her off but good. She was getting in all the best parts. The fat lady was excited and she took out her delight on the gorilla whom she masturbated with great dexterity.

His eyes shone wildly, but that wasn't going to last.

Jumping into the air all of a sudden the blond rushed over to the cabinet and took from the very top of the mahogany piece a long whip. The man was stupefied to see the husky pro beat Clara with some gusty strokes. Each stroke made Clara bound in the air and turn over on another angle.

The flabby whore did not spare the rod and the child was far from being spoiled. Clara kept crawling along the bed and at one point her knee almost touched the floor.

The powerful woman finally ceased her flogging and spread Clara's rump apart. With her large hand she took the man's upright dick and directed it toward the hole. He finally understood.

She brought Clara's arms together and took a solid grip on the wrists. She gave the man some time to get into a good position.

I saw her guide his sex toward the ass-hole button of my pert wife. Suddenly the impulsive man threw himself forward and managed to push his rod to a fairly good depth.

He was now permanently riveted in her with his hands riveted toward flanks. He was ass-fucking my wife with all his force. His hips were like the speed of a jet-propelled plane. This was the first time that I could pay him honor. He was perfectly at home in this new exploit.

My wife's ass contracted and I know she was feeling the surges regularly. As for myself, I felt as though I were going through a gymnastic period.

His movements were nervous and powerful. I could see his rounded shoulders lean into the forceful effort.

At the same time, the big blond let the whip fly and she cracked down in perfect cadence. The whip responded on the back of the woman who was my wife. Her feet were digging into the floor as she practically needed more room to withstand the steady brutal strokes of the hairy peasant and the slashes that rained down on her.

I could see Clara's muscles twinge in her thighs and calves. Her hips were red not only from the lashing but from the powerful scratching of the man's fingers.

He wanted to ram into her all the way. I could understand why for I wished the same thing. He was possessing her and if I had a jealous bone in my body I would have been jealous then.

He didn't hesitate to come once more. With his mouth wife open and his eyes almost leaping out of his head, I could see and hear him break up against Clara's "derriere" in his final assault and ultimate victory.

But he didn't wind up as I would have. My sperm flew into the air and landed about three feet away. I thought that my neck was going to break. I felt broken as I watched the man withdraw from my wife's rear. He didn't know how to react. He had to abandon for he saw that he was in a room that was occupied by two superior women. He was hardly the man for them. He didn't know what to decide.

The women decided for him.

The big blond took him by his arm and lead him away as one takes away a naughty child. She wrapped herself in her kimono and headed for the passageway. The two odd people disappeared...

CHAPTER XI

Our sensuality had reached a equipolar fixation which made us equals on ever scale. We were together in everything and all dimensions.

If I were to say that Clara was insatiable, it would not quite be the truth.. It would be an improper term to use, for her and myself.

Our sexuality mixed and we became part of one entity. Her power was my own and visa versa.

Certain people feel that they have found the perfect wife or mistress when that person adopts the ideals conforming to certain personal desires. This wasn't the way it was between Clara and myself. She was myself in the same way that she was me.

It as an illogical identity perhaps but nevertheless it happened to be that way. We came to love by the very motives of our existence. We were not so much made for each other as we were again I must repeat, ourselves.

I shall leave it to the philosophers to unhustle this strange resemblance. They can delve into the mystery of the conscience, although they shall probably deny the existence of ethereal sexual relations.

* * *

I have not however attained the very summits of love with my love where the speculative faculties dwindle in front of the conception of the real. I have only felt them.

Winter was bleak and cold. The snow fell and feel. The Thames rolled sluggishly in her icy bed and the grass in Hyde Park was frozen stiff. Kensington and Regent Park were barren.

But we went out all the same. Alone or separately. Clara was beginning to acquire quite a reputation along the quays, at Blackfriars, Temple, Charing Cross and elsewhere.

One night Clara brought home a great thin negro. He was dressed in rags. He was right out of a painting by Raymond Asso. It seemed as though all the deceptions of the world had fallen on his head. He had a friend with him. A small girl with a round face, badly dressed and bearing welts on her head.

One looked poetic and the other fierce. They made a wonderful team.

They were hungry. They called Clara, Milady like so many others had the habit of doing.

Clara gave them something to eat without addressing a word to them. Our apartment was luxurious and warm. They must have thought they were in an oven after the cold of the streets.

One of the gamins drank more than her fill. This is what Clara wanted undoubtedly.

She took the youngster on her knee and began to cuddle her tenderly passing a hand under her raggedy dress and fingering the thin thighs.

The adolescent was perspiring a great deal. Clara told her that she would bring in some other garments and that it would be a good idea if she would refresh herself.

The young girl gave Clara and myself a long look as though to say we were strange customers who she never saw the likes of before.

I understood my wife and I knew what she was driving at.

I gave the kids some more to drink and they didn't know how to refuse it. The two teenagers really couldn't make us out.

Resting her head against Clara's shoulder, Ida (that was the youngest) was only thirsty for sleep. She hadn't noticed that Clara had stripped her of her clothing and that she was nude as a bare bunny.

"Do you like her?" my wife asked the negro who was drinking another glass of whiskey.

Clara put the child down on the canape in the corner. Slowly she started to undress herself. In a seconds time she was entirely nude.

It is useless to drag out things. The negro didn't understand at all. For him Milady could be bare or not and he would not have thought of the importance of the lingerie which establishes an intimate transition.

Clara approached him. He was wearing a dirty leather jacket and his chin was resting heavily on his chest. He looked rather stupid.

My eyes did not leave the young girl. She was sleeping. Her thighs were dirty and thick with slime. Her stomach designed her future womanhood. A few hairs had pushed out like the kind on a young boys chest when he gets to be about sixteen or seventeen.

I walked over to her and leaned down. She smelled horrible as I had suspected.

Clara unbuttoned the boy's trousers and took out his penis which was black and soft and had no apparent intention of responding.

My wife knelt down and started to caress the thing between the tips of her fingers. "Tom is really very happy." said the negro all at once trying to get to his feet.

I stuck with Ida and my hands palpitated her body. I became readily familiar with her stomach, her breasts and her lower belly. I lowered my lips and began to suck at her little nipples. She sighed because she was in the middle of a dream. My presence did not disturb her and she kept on sleeping.

I stuck my finger in the entrance of her vagina. I felt around and remarked that it was blocked due to the virtue of her age. She must have been no more than eleven or twelve.

After looking at Clara who had taken Tom's sex in hand, I posed my mouth on Ida's small belly. I licked at her thin hair and they smelt like piss. I was dizzy from the odor. Her particular perfume excited me and put me into a minor frenzy.

"Don't screw her whatever you do... Listen to me please." Clara pleaded with me.

She was right. I wouldn't insist. However I continued to spread apart Ida's legs and then I plunged my nose into her sex. I searched around and even went to the back end where my tongue started up and I turned gourmand with the tiny body.

What an extraordinary sensation.

Tom stood there with his eyes wide opened, tired with delicacy. I didn't want to take advantage of a sleeping child. I turned her over with out any effort and I did so in a way as to not wake her. Sweat poured down my forehead.

I covered the little tot with kisses. I was such a lover that one would have thought that I was trying to evoke certain sentiments from her.

Her lithe body and her pungent odor were some of the nicest things I have ever known.

Clara was beginning to undo the lethargy of the young negro. His hands were gripped to the shoulders of Milady. He muttered some incoherent babel and the acuteness of his rising desire ran through his veins. He let out a few moans which were animal and child combined.

Clara was suspicious of his sudden gests. She guided him by the sex and led him over to us.

"Do you like her? asked Clara.

"Come Tom, screw her and quickly." she caressed Tom's outstretched dick.

I moved upon that body which was frail and he couldn't understand. Clara pushed him forward and as he found himself bent over the kid he understood what was demanded.

Clara rubbed his cock to put it in form and then directed it toward the belly of the still sleeping Ida. Once again Tom's eyes looked around searching for an approval of the act he would commit. His gaze met mine and I acquiesced almost deciding for him.

"Go ahead, old boy... Do it quickly. She is waiting for you." these were some persuasive words of mine.

Then Tom leaned down and pointed his cock toward the small opening. Clara helped matters by pushing Ida's legs far apart. His huge gland touched the nymph's vaginal lips. Then all at once the demon of desire mounted and he was vigorously trying to get in.

He didn't succeed. Clara had to come to the help of both of them. She fingered the gamin's hole and distended the lips. Just as Tom was going to make a second attempt, Ida let out a cry and began to gesticulate mechanically.

With her two skinny arms she tried to push off the intruder. Tom was doing less harm than my wife. "Go on, Tom, push... Push hard!" Clara encouraged him on while spreading Ida's lips apart with her two fingers.

Tom pushed alright. A few violent thrusts set things off on the right footing. He engaged his member and all the while he had no idea what pain he was causing.

Ida moved around considerably. She didn't understand but she knew she was uncomfortable.

Ida was locked in now by the huge long legs of bigger Tom. She couldn't close her thighs now. He was pressing down on her stomach with all his force.

Ida contracted herself instinctively and opened her mouth to howl out once again. Tom covered her mouth with one of his large ham-like hands. This quieted Ida down.

Clara held down the girl's wrists. Once more Tom sprang in and out. The hands that were holding her down were too much for the little girl. She had no chance against this group that insisted.

She seemed to give in and her pain turned to delight and soon the two youngsters were huffing and puffing away. The scene had completely altered.

Their joints and muscles trembled as they shivered with odd sensations, Clara no longer had need of holding the juvenile down. Suddenly he came. Great drops of sweat were sprinkling down his forehead. This was due to his effort as well as the alcohol he had drunk in quantities.

.He appeared to be sick. Ida who was completely beat out no longer moved. She had fainted I think. The suffering was too much for her.

Clara pushed the dark boy away, and tenderly crept over Ida. She planted a long burning tongue in the dormant pussy of the little rascal. She lapped up the blood and all. Happy with that function, my wife came over to Tom and tried to stimulate him quickly for a second offensive. She took in his dong and massaged it with her mouth and tongue.

I attempted to bring the child to her senses. It didn't work and I had to caress her back to herself. She seemed to be thankful and her big eyes showed a gratitude that I had never before seen.

In the meantime, Tom came in Clara's mouth and settled back almost inert. The seance came to an end when we asked Tom and his young friend to make up and let bygones be bygones.

Clara walked out with Tom onto the snowbound streets. I had a short talk with little Ida before giving her liberty and a few pieces of silver.

We discussed the problem after the two had left and we had a good laugh together. The two tousled hair youngsters had left a soft in our hearts and we were grateful that we had undertaken such an adventure.

It was strange how my wife and I gazed into one another's eyes. We had our own mystery. I felt it strongly.

We spent the night making love as we had never before imagined love to be.

CHAPTER XII

Death Mansion... We have just returned. Clara did not want to spend the spring in London. She has been coughing lately. I don't know what is wrong. She appears to be suffering, although her eyes show the clear intensity as always. Clara refuses to have a doctor visit her. We are here alone... I don't want to oppose her will. Anyway, I can't. Her will is also mine. We love each other too much.

* * *

We love each other more than ever. Her body is my grandest treasure. Our love is stronger than anything.

We love each other more then ever, that couldn't be possible, but we love each other in a constant state of fluidity. The savor is still there and there is more.

I am attempting to exercise my hypnotism on Clara. I'm not clairvoyant and I can't put myself in a trance sufficiently enough to place myself in a veiled world. I would be too impetuous and probably would shatter the veil.

* * *

Clara can no longer rise out of bed. I have to feed her. I must perform her toilet. I take care of her because I love her and shower with my "amour protecteur".

Is she not after all, my very own self?

* * *

"Are you sleeping my love?"

Her voice is tight as a thin thread. She seems to hold her existence together by a miniscule thread which seem to glisten in its transparency.

Her arms are like skeletons and they attract me toward her. I feel that I am entering into the realm of death. I can feel her body weakening.

Her cough shakes my chest and her tears roll down my cheeks.

Clara is my wife and everything I have. She is my life, my soul, my end.

I love her, I adore her and I shall do anything to release her from this torment.

How terrible this passage of time is for us? I only have need of love. I want to hold her in my arms and feel her warmth. I must hear cry her love oath and then groan with delight. I want to have her cry out in a frenzy. I wish to feel her convulsions after the final aches of the act.

There is no more life in her. Her hand falls off the side of the bed. She is limp and pale.

How can this flesh dis which is called my own. Those thighs that glimmer in the pale light. That abdomen which drinks in a hollow of air. Where is the kiss of love, Mr. Death? This terrible state where no one returns.

* * *

No she is gone and yet it is only a half death that is before me. The logs on the fire illuminate the room and there is an eerieness that blends with my lonely condition.

My passions well inside and I can guess that she wishes that ultimate desire. But she is gone. It is a though I had just tendered the whip to her.

She is arid. Only her eyes are alive for the pierce my soul. I have the feeling that she is calling me to her saying "Come my love, you know what I wish." Is it really the end?

* * *

For a moment I thought that she was going to pronounce a final word. I didn't know what she would do.

But no, nothing. Even her eyes seem to blur. She has the uncontestable aspect of someone dead.

I throw myself on her and devour her with incoherent kiss that are mingled with sobs. This time I have complete possession of her...

* * *

Clara is there in all her nudity. She lying there like a rock and her body has already stiffened.

I still love her and I know what I am going to do. I shall give her my own warmth and life.

The hours pass slowly. Once more the day goes down and I am forced to light the candles around the cold corpse.

As long as I have sufficient force to keep her close to me I know Clara shall not leave me. She no longer coughs. My wife is beautiful. I can look at her from here to eternity. No one shall come here and seek us out. We shall always be together, alone, eternally in love.

Sometimes I think I hear her voice. It comes from my own interior.

* * *

She tells me her desire, her sexual need. I can feel her heat, yes, her very warmth. I enter in her and I come losing my breath.

How many nights and days have I remained by her side? I haven't counted the number of candles that burnt out and the ones that I have lighted mechanically. Clara my wife and my life, continues to provoke the spring of sex in me. I reserve all my caresses for her, all my tenderness, and all my vice.

She and I have know many things together...

I am tired... I think my forces are declining. My own fire is going slowly out: There is an ice in Clara's veins.

I can't bear it any longer. It is impossible to remain this way. How long to we have to live together? I am impotent in front of the inevitable. I can only fix my eyes on that loveable body that is turning into nothingness.

Everything has become so gray and my own form appears to seek the shadows of the cadaverous room. I await a miracle.

Suddenly from the outer tomb, her call brings me back to life. It boils in me and excites my senses once more. Step by step I advance toward Clara and I almost had the sensation that a slight trembling floated across her skin.

My hand touches the stony flesh. It slides down along the thighs and calves.

Like a madman I throw myself upon her in a passionate embrace. My mouth covers hers. Her body invades mine and her fingers seek out my sex. We are the happiest couple in the world. Clara is melting in me... No it isn't in me, but only against me.

I look down at this hideous mass and it repulses my eyes. Her lips are filled with liquid which streams from her inarticulate jaw. However her skin is glued to mine and adheres to my sweat and force.

A mass of semi-liquid fills the bed and leaves a putrid odor. This is my last ejaculation. My sperm enters the infinite... It is the end... for both of us... an extract from the daily "Morning Post" of April 17, 1938.

The manor of Lord Redgrave, curiously baptized by himself "Death Mansion" has taken fire last night. Neither Lord Redgrave nor his wife are believed to have been at home at the time of the unfortunate accident. However, an inquiry is being made as well as a thorough examination of the strange incendiary.

THE END
Anything Goes ....(80k)    by Alistair Morley




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