Noon. A blanket of fog covers the city, and the heat, heavy with humidity, weighs on the people scurrying about between the high gray walls of the buildings.
Here in a few words is the description of that person who shall serve as the principal hero of our book. First, a wide-brimmed hat from under which peeks long wavy hair, framing a young face divided by a thin blonde mustache. He is wearing a suit of blue-gray cloth, cut in the latest style. His walk gives him an air of elegance and reveals the suppleness of an effeminate body. However, let us not anticipate any further.
His name? Richard, if you please. Right now he is walking down McDougal street and at the steps leading up Bleeker he practically stops. Just before his eyes are two calves, tightly gloved in sheer flesh colored stockings. His attention is glued on the slim ankles, the perfectly shaped curves of the legs which by virtue of the fact of climbing the steps are uncovered to his gaze to far above the knees. Richard's eyes wander higher up to the nape of the neck. He saw her hair was a natural russet color. Not dyed. This fact is such a rarity these days that Richard fired by curiosity quickened his pace in order to see whether her face matches with what he has already seen. Just as he comes up to her a most unwanted dog-and God knows the number of cats and dogs that are to be found in this neck of the woods-dashes in between the good lady's legs, and she loses her balance and falls to the ground, or rather would have, had not Richard been there to catch her in his arms.
"Oh! please excuse me sir. I'm so sorry, but thank you for having been where you were . .
"Really, it was nothing madam. There is nothing to thank me for."
The woman detaches herself from Richard's arms, and then suddenly lets out a sharp cry of pain.
"Have you hurt yourself, madam?"
"I don't know, at least I don't think so; but possibly I have twisted my ankle."
She tries to walk but each step, executed with some difficulty, brings to her lips a moan of pain.
"Listen, my studio is just a few steps away. There, right opposite, at the corner. Permit me to help you there. After a few minutes of rest you'll be as fit as a fiddle."
"You're really too land, but I am afraid to take advantage of your generosity.. .
"Here, put your weight on my arm. Yes, like that...there, you see, here we are..."
Richard takes a key ring from his pocket, and with the one hand picks the right key and fits it into the keyhole, while supporting the woman with the other.
"There you are, come in. Easy now. Sit down on this couch-there-now rest a minute."
"I really don't know how to thank you enough."
"Consider this your house, madam. Would you like to read a bit?"
The woman chooses an illustrated magazine which is within reach, but her arms remain outstretched with the magazine already in her hand.
"You really have some very beautiful things .here. Is it you who has made all of the things here?"
"Yes, dear lady, but I must admit that at the present all these beautiful things, as you are so kind to judge them, have been eclipsed and are now empty of pleasure and personal gratification."
"How so?"
"How so? Oh! Solely by your presence in our midst."
"Oh! really flatteries already. I will be leaving, especially since I no longer feel anything of the pain caused by my minor misfortune. I beg of you, sir-Oh! oww . .
"As you see, you are still in pain. Stay a while, and do not misconstrue for flattery or compliments the simple expression of an artist's feelings. Would you like to drink something? Wait just a second, don't move."
A few moments later, Richard is seated on the coffee table with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"Now here's something which will make you more patient," he says as he uncorks the bottle.
"It truly does hurt! It's so silly, and to think that I'm expected at only two steps from here. Oh! thank you. That's really too much; you've filled a large glass. I'll never be able to drink all that."
"Posh, it's a very light wine, and won't indispose you at all, quite on the contrary."
"Well, here's to you, but I really feel that I'm taking advantage..."
She drinks slowly, one little sip after another, and in effect the wine seems to calm the young woman. The conversation, at first halting, now becomes animated and warm, and the two hosts of the studio lose track of the passing time. Richard describes in detail each object, each painting, every curio, but the woman's attention is caught by an object placed high on a shelf on the edge of the upper bedroom and which in fact was something worthy of this lady's gaze. Having noticed all this, Richard would have liked to go up and fetch the object in order to remove it from view, but he was kept from doing so by the woman.
"Please don't, I am perfectly aware that in an artist's studio one must expect to find all kinds of things, but you must admit that its size is a bit exaggerated! After all! Oh, and that, at the back, which I didn't see, what does it represent? One would say that it was a woman with an animal."
Richard went to get the group in plaster which intrigued the woman and handed it to her.
"This is an exact reproduction of a group in marble found in the ruins of Mossul. The...the thing aside, notice the beauty and the accurate observance of each movement. The movement of the woman with her arms circling the ass's strong neck and the latter's body bent like a bow in order to facilitate the insertion of his member. Isn't it a beautiful ensemble?"
"Yes certainly...but after all, I cannot help but doubt that an ass of that size could have worked' himself that deep into the body of the woman. I wouldn't say that a smaller ass...but one of that size...after all do you realize to what depth...his instrument is imbedded!"
"You are certainly not ignorant of the fact that Messaline experienced her greatest pleasure with asses, and with the help of habit, having begun with care, with secret terror perhaps, with a very young ass; who knows what limits she broke in being serviced by animals still more powerful, and still larger."
"Well, perhaps...As for me, it is something which I have as yet not tried. For to begin with, it frightens me a bit, and then one must find an ass, and again a place, for one cannot do that sort of thing in front of any Tom, Dick, or Harry!"
"Oh! I think that given a certain desire, it is less impossible to do than it would seem . .
"What! Do you mean that you would do it if you were a woman?"
"By Heaven, I feel that all is permitted for those who search for the highest forms of pleasure corresponding to the state of our senses and to our temperament. Only those who are lacking' can restrict themselves to certain forms because they are incapable of tasting divine pleasure, no matter what the form chosen."
"Well in that case, when and if you should have a young animal at your disposal let me know!"
"It's a deal. Would you like that I massage your foot, I just happen to have some camphor and rubbing alcohol. Don't move! I'll be your servant and nurse, only you must take off your stocking."
"Decidedly, I am obeying your every command, and to think that I'm awaited at this very moment As a matter-of-fact what time is it now, since I was to have coffee with friends at twelve-thirty."
"It's two o'clock. Here, look for yourself."
"What! Two o'clock! What will they think?"
"That you have twisted your ankle and that you had to return home by car."
"You have a way of arranging things to suit you.
"Bah! At this hour you can no longer think of finding your friends, and don't forget how pleasantly these past two hours were spent...Come now, I'll give you a massage. You can make yourself at home you know. An artist is not profane in his attitudes, so do anything you desire in order to make yourself comfortable."
"It is a fact that it is terribly hot here. I do think that we will have some thunder-storms. Only would you stay in the room next door for a moment, and don't come back till I call you."
So Richard waits in the little room connecting to the studio, where he hears a low groan. He opens the door separating the room from the studio, in order to investigate the cause of the groan.
"Oh! I told you that you shouldn't come back till I told you that you could. I just ripped the hook of my suspender belt and now I'm in a fine mess."
"Don't get upset, I have a kind of robe that you can put on, and some thread and all the necessaries for sewing the garment back to health."
As he was talking, Richard had already produced the robe which buttoned in the rear, and presented it to her.
"Thank you. Would you turn around for a minute..."
A few minutes passed, and Richard passed the time looking at a book. "Would you help me button your robe."
"But of course."
Here we have Richard beginning to button the robe, but because of lack of habit, or perhaps some all together different reason, the job proves a very difficult one. The two bodies are almost touching. Richard cannot help but admire a beautiful bosom which is free of any blemish, and of a whiteness of skin usually given to red-heads but minus the freckles that are often the bane of the red-head.
"What a pretty neck you have. It's a pity that I should not have a model such as you."
"Come now, hurry it up a little."
"Allow me to admire you a little, in the manner of an artist only-your bosom has a remarkable lift to it."
"Do you really think so? Is that good or is it bad?"
"Let me have a better look. Oh, don't be afraid. Oh! how firm your breasts are, and the nipples, so pink and small-pull back the robe a little..."
"My hips are a little low and my thighs are a little too heavy . .
"Heavy? Not at all. Take off the robe entirely, i But no, you mustn't be afraid, and you will certainly feel more comfortable. What lines-but you possess a truly Grecian type beauty, my little lady-and the softness of your skin..
"Now that's enough...you're tickling me, stop, come now be good and behave. If somebody should see us. Now stop it...take your hand away...ah . .
Mouth glued to mouth, their tongues seek each other out. Richard presses her body against his own, while his hand sneaks down between her thighs, and between the curly bush, a finger enters the cave which soon becomes moist. The pressure of the two bodies increases and so does the sucking of the tongues.
Now, Richard feels love's cave literally melt about his finger and so he removes his hand and begins to undo his fly with trembling fingers. Then taking out his tool in a condition which you may well guess at, he goes about dutifully the business of introducing it into the soaking slit of the pretty little lady who he throws back on the couch at the same time.
Gasping, the latter makes no move in defense, already made before the fact and waiting for the final blow of the conquering male.
Tis done, the tool in the best of form, inserted to the private parts, determined in its duty: long sighs escape from the lips of the patient.
Soon a long cry of love and voluptuousness announces the supreme moment of pleasure. The beautiful arms twist and become rigid.
"Ah! ah...aaah...aah...ah...aaaaah.. . "
A moment of silence insues, disturbed only by the ticking of the old country alarm clock. Richard pulls out his gooky member, but on seeing it the little lady grabs it. Richard lets her have way. The woman regards the tool which has just fulfilled her and her eyes express all the admiration that it excites in her. His cock still being stiff it is possible to determine its admirable structure. Its head appears still more pink beneath the dew which covers it and the total length of it seems to be a good seven or eight inches long-at the very least. One must admit that we are here dealing with a goodly instrument, especially if one considers that its breadth is in perfect proportion with its length.
The little lady draws near to this beautiful tool and kisses it slowly...slowly. Her tongue tickles the opening of the rosy head. Richard, under influence of these pleasing sensations, sits himself down on top of the woman and makes himself comfortable. He removes his pants which he had retained till then, and places his knees on either side of the sucker's chest, and as soon as he does so she places a hand under the large balls, still sufficiently swelled, and with the other puts pressure on his male ass.. . :
At the moment she is sucking with avidity, breathing in and in. Imperceptibly, Richard intrudes his instrument deeper and deeper into her mouth till it is jammed in her throat. For a long time he is able to hold back the moment of climax, but under the tender workings of this ardent mouth he is not able to continue to do so for long. In vain he tries to free himself, but the lady's two hands prevent him with a violence. He lets out a long cry of pleasure and done in he collapses onto the cushions, while the mouth continues to suck in the divine liqueur, and a long time after, she still sucks, she sucks always, without end-sucks...
CHAPTER II
Six thirty. At the studio only a charming young girl remains, or rather young woman.
It is Saturday, the day that Richard holds open house. The last guest has left and Richard has been cleaning up for some time, emptying an ashtray here, replacing a chair there, and from time to time glancing over at the young person who appears absorbed by a book she is reading. As a matter-of-fact, what is she reading anyway? Quietly, Richard sneaks up behind the young woman, and peeks quite indiscreetly over her shoulder. An imperceptible smile appears on his lips as he recognizes the book to be "Tropic of Cancer". How did she manage to find it? He thought that he had hid it rather carefully among the books of his library. Without making any allusions to this discovery, Richard continues to clean up.
After a few minutes he decides to break the silence.
"Miss, it will soon be seven o'clock and the time that I go to dinner. May I ask you to join me at my meal, oh, a modest one at that?"
Richard was sure that the young woman was going to refuse this offer, even as he was making it. It was not that he had anything better to do that night, but on the contrary he was much taken by the girl's attractive face and even more so by the body which her clothes did little to hide.
We must remember that Richard before all else was an artist and his admiration could only be fired by that which was perfect, given his taste, of course, and his conceptions.
Contrary to his expectations, a crystalline voice answered him.
"If it really isn't a bother, then I shall accept with great pleasure."
Taken by surprise, Richard took the young woman to the small restaurant where he was in the habit of going.
The meal was like most meals with the exception that Richard gallantly added to it a bottle of old Italian wine (of which he had the habit of imbibing a considerable quantity).
Dinner over, Richard returned to the studio followed by the young woman who seemed quite certainly to enjoy his company.
Who was she, after all? He had seen her once before at the studio in the company of one of his poet friends who had confided to him that she was simply a school pal.
Well?
"Call me Bella, if you like," she told him.
"Bella? Well then Miss Bella, what ever happened to our friend Chris who came here the other day in your company?"
"Oh, Chris! It would take too long to tell about and anyway he is neither amusing, nor polite. Oh! he is far from being anything like you Mister Be.. . "
"No, please. Call me Richard."
"Oh, he is far from being like you Richard, even if it is true that you are more wordly wise than he."
"Nonsense, he's a charming fellow behind his bear-like exterior!"
They were both now back in the studio.
"Tell me Bella, did you find the book you were reading before interesting?"
"Oh, please forgive me Richard, but I didn't know that you had noticed what I was read-mg.. .
There is a long silence, while little by little the shadows of dusk fill the studio. "Where is it that you sleep Richard?"
"Where? Upstairs in the loggia. Would you like to see it? From there you'll have a good view of the entire studio."
"Oh, how nice it is when seen from up here. Do you mind if I sit down for a bit?"
"But of course, how can you even ask such a question? Make yourself as completely comfortable as you wish."
Without having to be asked twice, Bella takes off her dress. In the movement of taking off her dress Richard was able to notice a firm bosom, well filled breasts, to a degree which was beyond expectation.
"But Bella, what a beautiful bosom you have; why wear clothes which do not bring out this beauty to its full advantage?"
Her only answer is a blush, and then after a few seconds:
"Do you really think so? I think my breasts are too large and I'm distressed by the fact.. . "
"Too large, how can you think such a thing?"
And without so much as saying boo, Richard goes about undressing the girl completely which is soon done as she makes no opposition, quite on the contrary.
Richard just goes wild over this young body which already has all the qualities of that of a woman's. It is true that she had voluminous breasts, but Richard had such a horror of flat chested women that an abnormal bigness of two breasts would never repel him. And they were so firm...which more than compensated for their hugeness.
His eyes then searched out all the parts which went into the making of this young woman, and she smiled broadly, indicating the considerable pride she felt at being so minutely observed by an artist of considerable reputation.
Richard began running his hands all over her body and then concentrated on her thighs. He stopped at the fine curly tuft of blond hair, forming a distinctly shaped delta below her belly, and meeting no resistance he spreads apart her thighs gently but with insistence. And out from between the golden hair of her bush peeked a rosy bud onto which he placed his lips and where they remained for a long time.
Getting up again he glued his mouth to the young woman's lips, and whispered to her:
"Would you like to spend the night here?"
The answer came in the form of a long and passionate kiss. And so, but a little time after, they were both lying next to each other, quite nude, on the bed whose sheets were thrown to the side.
"Oh, how you too are beautiful," she tells him. "You have the body of a woman. How soft your skin is, and not a hair on your legs and arms. The hair that one sees on most men's chests and arms, I find most disgusting."
"How is it that you know all that?"
Another long loss serves in answer...
Soon, Richard is kissing this body in bloom from tip to toe. Once arrived at the wool of her cunt, he spreads apart the lips and there the clitoris is already stiff and throbbing. Gently he takes it into his mouth and begins to suck on it, but soon he leaves this place of delight, and pushes his head between her thighs, then puts his agile and hot tongue to work on the pretty pink hole which he uncovers by spreading the cheeks of her buttocks. Bella gives herself willingly.
The tongue penetrates into the round hole licking it out carefully, and then after a few moments returns to the slimy slit. Half unconscious with pleasure, Bella doesn't move, abandoning herself to the fantasies of the male animal. Finally she begins to come, to literally melt, and Richard drinks deep the life giving nectar...Then changing position he puts his charged battery cable into the slit, into which his cock disappears at the first shove. But Bella, by using her hands, indicates to him that she now desires something altogether else and so a moment later the handsome tool, dripping with gook, begins its entry into the other orifice. There the going not being as easy, he has to proceed by hump on hump before imbedding his tool to the hilt. Then placing his hand under her belly, Richard still cornholing her, begins to work over her humid cunt with his agile fingers. Given this land of treatment, Bella is soon groaning and moaning in voluptuous ecstasy. At the moment of her coming, she feels in the depths of her ass the hot ejaculation of sperm...
"Aaaah, aaah...I'm...I'm com...coming...go...go...go to it...ooh...enough . .
She kept coming without end. Done in completely, her body still jerks convulsively and only little by little does she come to rest. Then suddenly, Richard's mouth is crushing hers; his body pressing heavily on hers.
How long did they so remain? Slowly their tight embrace loosens...
"Oh, honey it was so good...good...Oh, boy do you fuck a mean fuck...front as well as back...honey I love you...no...no...not yet...later...oh...hold me tight again..."
And once again, one only hears the ticking of the clock...
Now, regaining her senses, Bella looks about her and suddenly a smile spreads over her face. Richard, who is looking at her tries to follow her gaze in order to determine what has attracted her attention. Then he sees that Bella's eyes are resting on two candle holders attached to the far wall, each containing a piece of pink candle...
"What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing, I'm just looking."
And so the two lovers began to talk of a million and one things, those sentences that one utters merely to hear oneself talk. In the mean time
Richard begins again to feel up her breasts whose nipples become erect, hard, and firm like two pretty strawberries.
"But what was it that made you smile before when you saw the two pink candles? Come on let's have it..
"Oh, it's so, I don't know it's so...It's so shameful...If only you knew . .
"All the more reason to tell me about it...come and fast.. . "
"O.K., but stay still-now stop it-and I'll tell you how I-I lost it.. .
"For as you know, it is only a little while ago that I finally left St. Mary's boarding school. No? Well I guess you don't then. Oh, I thought that your poet friend had told you.
"Well just two months ago I was still with the nuns. Two years ago, (I was sixteen at the time) on a Thursday, I had remained alone at the school, while all the others had gone out for a walk. I was being punished, I no longer remember for what, and only a nun had remained behind to watch over me.
"For some time already I had noticed that this nun was paying more attention to me than the others. Well I had gone up to my room and had stretched out on my couch, and as it was very hot I had undone my blouse, when without so much as a knock the nun entered my room. Surprised, I made believe that I was sleeping and just snuck a glance out between my eyelids. And so I saw the nun approaching on tip-toe. She came up to the bed and remained there looking at me for a long time. Then thinking me asleep she picked up the edge of her dress of burlap, and with the other hand undid her panty-slip, exposing to my view a pretty tuft of black fuzz which she then spread apart, revealing her rosy slit. Then gently, staring at me all the while, or rather at my half exposed bosom, she placed a finger into the slit and began moving it up and down the whole of its length.
"As for me, without understanding what was going on, it made me feel all funny. Not being able to restrain herself any longer, she leaned over me altogether, and I could feel the faint caress of her lips against mine, and her breath made a shiver run up my back which I could not define. Disturbed as I was, I spread my legs and at the very same moment my breasts fell completely out of my blouse, and just at the moment that I opened my eyes, the nun's burning lips crushed down on my own. I was breathless with the premonition of a joy of which I was as yet completely ignorant.
"Getting up suddenly, the nun ran to the door which she locked from the inside. Then coming back to me, she began to undress me, and I just let her, happy for no perceivable reason. She took to sucking my nipples which were soon so hard that they hurt me. She then began running her tongue all over my body, always coming back to my lips, plunging it deep into my mouth. Finally she came to my thighs. I didn't move, ready in advance to give myself to all her whims. Searching in my early down she found the lips of my pretty little cunt, and then suddenly with a certain madness she spread apart my thighs, and buried her mouth on my pussy, licking and sucking wildly. Then grabbing my rosy button, she began to suck on it between her tightened lips With relish and avidity. I no longer knew where I was but I was happy...happy...when suddenly I felt myself dizzy and fainting.. .
"When I came back to my senses, the nun was holding me in her bare arms, for she had undressed herself while I had been unconscious. Her body was but one with mine and her mouth was kissing my own without respite.
" 'My darling...it was so good...my darling, was it for you?"
" 'Oh, yes...I'd like some more...more . .
"'Shun, you're tired, honey, take a little nap. When they all get back, I'll say that you are sick and then III bring you your dinner. Come my darling, sleep. And above all don't say a word to anyone.'
"'Oh, no Sister.'
" 'Call me Rose, but only when we're alone.'" Tes, Rose...I love you.' "I too would have liked to leam what was hiding under the pretty black bush of the nun, and so my hand went out in that direction.
" 'Do you want to kiss it, honey? Here, wait a minute and stay as you are.. . '
"She then straddled me, so that her pussy was just level with my mouth. Then it was I in my turn who spread apart her cunt lips and jammed my tongue in with an equal intensity trying to do the same things as she had for me. It was all wet, and from it escaped an odor which made me dizzy-it was an animal smell. She pushed her belly forward, in order to facilitate my licking. I licked, I sucked till suddenly the nun began twitching and jerking all over and I heard her sigh deeply, accompanied by hoarse rattles in her throat.
Her body, suddenly relaxed and she fell over backwards over my body, while over my mouth, my chin, and even over my chest a sweet and abundant nectar flowed and flowed from her wide open cunt.
"Now stop it Richard, later. Wait till I've finished, oh, you little pig. Wait...later, no, no...Yes, oh yes, go to it. Fuck me good, fuck, fuck...Oooh, hold it, more, more...Aaaah, stop...aah...oooh . .
As you may well guess, all excited by Bella's story, Richard while listening began to feel Bella up, and as the story went on his tool grew till it reached his belly button, and then he could resist no longer. Suddenly, he had aimed his weapon and plunged it into love's cave, and it must be admitted that Bella's cunt too was all a tremble with desire. The results of this act were not long in coming. A few good strokes of his cock, and they both came together.
Fucked and fucker, remained still for a long moment. And then Bella took up again her story, but not before the two lovers had exchanged a goodly number of lasses.
'Ah, I'm dying. Enough...aaah...oooh...your thing-a-ma-jig still pointing to the sky. Now be good or I won't finish my story...
That evening the Mother Superior did come to see me, and in fact found that I looked tired, and no wonder..
" 'Mother Superior, she learned her lessons well today, and I think that she deserves, some attention. If you permit it, I should like to sit up with her in this comfortable armchair. One night is quickly passed, and the little one has a truly good heart.'
" 'Oh, kind sister, you'll be very tired . .
" 'Believe me, Mother Superior, no.. . '
" 'Well then, all right sister.'
Then turning to me the Mother Superior pats me on the cheeks and adds, 'Rest, my little one, and be very good; tomorrow you will spend the day in bed, and if you are not better we will call the doctor.'
"'Yes Mother Superior, thank you Mother Superior...'
"No sooner had the Mother Superior left the rooms, than sister Blanche locked the door and came back to my side, kissing me all over...
" 'Enough now my darling...we re going to be good till all the lights have gone out in the school.'
" 'And then, sister Blanche?'
" 'Afterwards? O, my love, then...but be good now.. .
At eight thirty a sister came in to see if I didn't need anything, and then her steps could be heard dying out in the endless corridors. One by one the lights went out in the windows of the school. In my room only a night light remained lit next to an altar to the Virgin, surrounded by flowers made of porcelain and wax, for I must explain that my room had once been a chapel which had been changed over, but the altar had not been removed.
After having made sure that all was silent in the house, sister Blanche returned to my bed...
" 'Undress yourself quickly, love, so that I may see your beautiful body.'
" 'And you too, sister Rose?'
" Tes, my treasure, my love...'
We did not take long in undressing, and soon we were both tightly squeezed together on my very narrow bed, but so closely were our bodies united that despite the narrowness of the bed, another person could have joined us. Her kisses were filled with passion and I did my best to return them with as much heat.. .
Finally we changed places. Sister Rose stretched herself out over the length of my body, her head buried between my thighs, and as for me just over my lips I had the delight of her beautiful, large, and pink slit. I began, at first, to take my tongue to it, at first with a little hesitation but then with more and more aggressiveness, till I reached the point where I would have liked to have taken a piece of her flesh with my teeth, this exhilarating flesh...
" 'Ow, oow, not so hard, honey...don't get so excited. Darling, there, not so fast...higher, higher, there...aah, that's good...that's it, ooh...Honey that's great. Yes, yes, suck my button, suck...breathe it in, oh...yes, go, go, go, I say suck, nibble, good...oh, yes, yes
Soon I felt a flood of sap flow over my face. As for me, not wanting to tire me out too quickly, sister Rose had up to that moment contented herself with but a few caresses. And then suddenly she spread my thighs wide apart, buried her head even further between them, and I suddenly felt her tongue licking my ass a mile a minute.
A little surprised at first, I quickly gave myself entirely to this newer labor. It felt funny, a new sensation was taking hold of me, and then it felt good. I can hear her tongue going, slop, slop with all the spit that was running down that part of my anatomy. Then her fingers began gently spreading my hole, and I then pushed my ass back into her face in order to help her in her endeavor. I felt her fingers tickling the inside of my ass-hole...Aah, wait...let me rest a little. I think that I'll come just thinking about it. No, stop, not now...
"Well to continue...What, your thing is up in the air again? Ah, no, wait till I've finished . .
As I was saying, I felt myself among the angels at the pressure of those fingers in my ass-hole, so agreeable, tickling...Taking her turn, sister Rose, humped her ass-hole into face and my tongue slipped right into her hole and with my fingers I stretched apart its edges without difficulty. I sucked, licked, inhaled frantically the delectable flesh.
How long did this happiness last?
As you can well imagine, we were a little tired,-and so we left our position of love to stretch out alongside each other, and so in a tight embrace, thigh pressed against thigh, we fell asleep.
In the middle of night I woke up just in time to hear midnight ring, and the same instant sister Rose also woke. Immediately our mouths sought each other out, and our lips still sticking had a wild odor which still clung to them...
" 'Are you not too tired my darling, my love! Oh, no, no...
"'My love, my treasure, I love you...'"
After a moment, and a long drawn out kiss, Sister Rose whispers to me, '"Wait and see, honey and I'll make you come, and then you'll make me come. Won't you, honey? Just wait.'"
Getting up, she went to the altar, and gathered all the candles that were there. What was she going to do with them? For an instant she looked at me, as she put the candles down on the night table next to the head of the bed. How beautiful she was, standing there all naked in the shadowy light of the room. My God, I never would have thought that a woman could be so beautiful. I had a confused sense that I no longer belonged to myself; that already I was her thing, almost her slave, and I abandoned myself to her and all her desires, all that she could possibly demand of me.
" 'You'll see, my love, we are going to come like hell. Wait III put a pillow, yes and the covers, underneath the small of your back. There, now spread your legs apart as far as they'll go. That's it oh, how beautiful you are like that.'"
" 'So are you, my darling sister.'"
"'Now I'm going to put myself on top of you. Make yourself comfortable, here put a pillow behind your head, that's it, there. Oh, you'll see, honey, how we're going to love each other. You'll do to me exactly the thing that I do to you . . "
"Yes, Rose darling."
Sister Rose was on top of me now, with her belly on my breasts, her legs straddling me, so that her buttocks were protruding, and as for me with the pillows and blankets underneath the small of my back, I felt my buttocks well exposed as well.
She ran her agile tongue around my cute little pussy and then my shit hole. Her licking was followed with great quantities of saliva, undoubtedly for purposes of lubricating the area. I waited breathlessly for I was sure that I was to learn another of love's games.
I was already quivering with pleasure at the contact of that wet tongue, when I felt something hard being introduced into my tunnel of love...guessing that one of the candles from the altar was in question I thought with fright that never could such a thing enter into so small a thing...
I felt the candle insinuate itself slowly and with a twisting motion...
"Ow, ow, oh..."
I gave out with two little yelps, but soon I felt the candle go in even deeper into my tunnel which caused such a pleasurable sensation that I made such movements as to facilitate its entry. It was such a strange sensation and I felt myself losing consciousness. I was happy...happy...
Then sister Rose began to move the candle in and out and at the same time kneaded my button of love. Oh, how wonderful it was, how delicious. And what joy I felt when sister Rose began to shove another candle into my ass-hole, but there it took a much longer time. Nevertheless I could not hold back a cry of pain, but all of a sudden I felt the candle surge in without any effort, after first having passed the last obstacle to its entry.
Oh, then, then the movement of each candle became more and more rapid, and I thought that I would die, it was heaven, I swam in a sea of voluptuousness such as I never dreamed existed. It was delirious, it was supreme, it was splendid. I did my best to give her in return the same service. Those were a few moments of divinity.
Afterwards? Oh it was too wonderful a night not to have been followed by many more like it. However, I lost no time in initiating some of my charming little companions, or in participating in the debaucheries of those already initiated. And so it went, a continued search after ways and means of newer and greater pleasure.
A little following this period my guardian came to fetch me, so that I could stay with him. Alas, it was goodbye to my first experiences of love. Good-by to the place where I had first known the supreme pleasures of my youth. A few days after I was asleep in my room, a room that my guardian had reserved for me in his house lost in the back country of New Jersey, I was awakened by the noise of a falling chair. I cried out and just as I did, heard the voice of my guardian, "It's me, don't be frightened."
My waking having been so unexpected, I had sat up in bed, and although we were in midwinter the room being well heated, I had retained my habit of sleeping in the nude.
I felt the gaze of my guardian's eyes transfixed on my young body. His look seemed to devour me. I was overtaken by a sense of shame and drew the sheet up around my shoulders. No sooner had I done so than my guardian was at my side.
"Leave the sheet be, my little one, leave it be so that I may look upon this pretty body. Don't be frightened. God, what pretty teats. Do you know that you are beautiful? And that mouth, let me have it."
What was it that took place within me? Was it all the pleasures that I had experienced which I had been so ardently desiring again during the last few days? In any case, it was as if a fire had suddenly begun to consume my entire body and being. I uttered no word and let him have his will.
My guardian continued his exploration of my body. He had thrown back the covers and sheets and so I lay there, a nude offering to his eyes and hands. At the contact of his fingers, caressing me all over, I thought that I was going to faint. I closed my eyes. I felt his hands fumbling in my bush, and then a hot tongue penetrated into my cunt, an expert tongue, and then two thick lips seized my button, already erect and throbbing, and sucked on it avidly. Oh, it was so good, but that was not to be the end of my good fortune. My eyes still shut tight, just when I was about to come, I no longer felt the pleasure-giving tongue. A moment passed and I opened my eyes and saw my guardian undressing himself with all speed which presented no difficulty since he was only wearing pajamas. Oh, my darling, for the first time I saw a naked man, oh, not as handsome as you, but after all it was the first. And between his legs I saw a stick of flesh, all pink and stiff. It was something altogether different than what I had known. Of course, that which I was seeing for the first time could not be compared with your beautiful cock; for you have the body of a woman and a took second to none. But after all it was the first that I had ever contemplated. My guardian came close to me and put his club into my sweaty paws.
"There, sweetie, do this, caress it well, there, like that, undress it well, and tickle my big nuts. Yes like that...yes that's it...now gently . .
Oh, how wonderful it was to caress his beautiful member. Even if it wasn't very long it was quite broad and its skin terribly soft. I amused myself by moving the skin back and forth over its head. I bent my head over it and was taken by an irresistible desire to kiss it. At first guardian allowed me to do as I wished, but then he pulled away and grabbed me by the waist and sat me up, placing two pillows behind my shoulders. Then he got on top of me, straddling me and on his knees, he presented to my lips the head of his cock. This time I was no longer satisfied just to lass his instrument. Timidly, at first, I began to encircle the head of his cock with my lips. And then with growing confidence, I grabbed the whole of it into my mouth and experienced an indescribable voluptuousness in sucking this pink piece of flesh. My guardian aided in the process by making the appropriate motions, and as for me I had placed my two hands on the cheeks of his buttocks and was pulling on them. Suddenly I felt my guardian's first efforts to disengage his dick from my slobbering mouth, but I wanted to continue sucking on this good flesh, I wanted to continue to feel in my mouth that skin both rough and soft. So I moved my mouth even further forward and with my hands, with all of my strength I kept my guardian from liberating himself.
Oh, honey, I felt his cock jumping and jerking in my mouth and I quickened the speed of my sucking and licking and then suddenly I felt my throat fill with a thick liqueur which I swallowed with avarice. My guardian continued his efforts to free himself but to no avail. I held him so tenaciously that he was unable to pull out and I kept sucking away like a pump, emptying his enormous nuts of their last drop of juice-those nuts resting on my circling arms.
Finally all tired out, I delivered him from my embrace.
My guardian stretched himself out on top of me and glued his lips to mine as if to search for the taste of his come juice. A few moments passed and then my guardian took my hands and placed them on his instrument, now slightly softened.
"Stroke it well, my little sweetie, stroke it more, there under my balls...there...oh, yes!"
The results of my caresses were not long in coming. I felt his member becoming hard under the touch of my fingers. Already I had thoughts of sucking it off again, a long time, in order that once again I could savor that rich liqueur, the taste of which still clung in my throat.
"Wait a bit, sweetie. Let me show you . .
My guardian, as he said these words, had gotten up, and then taking me into his arms picked me up and placed me on the edge of the bed. What was he going to do?
He made me spread my legs. My buttocks were half off the edge of the bed. Then he placed a pillow beneath the small of my back.
Well...well, I saw him approach me with his big dick till its head was tickling the entrance of my cunt. God, what was going to happen now-such a large piece of meat in such a small hole. What did he want to do to me?
Oh, darling it didn't take long. Just a corkscrew turn at the door of my trembling pussy, and bang, one big lunge...a scream of pain which I couldn't hold back...and then the balm of paradise spread through me replacing the sharp pain I had felt. Oh, that piece of meat that seemed to fill the whole of my belly, and that back and forth motion which made me feel like I was going to die at every turn. I heard my guardian gasp and sigh, "There, there, there, sweetie, my little virgin, there, there. Feel, feel my cock, oh, there . .
I felt my whole body lift up at each bang of his dick. I already felt faint with pleasure. I felt my chest swell, I felt myself enveloped m an unknown world of pleasure.
"Aaah...aah...oooh."
At the moment that I felt my guts filled with a hot liquid I came and fainted dead away.
And that's how I was fucked for the first time by my first man.
But my guardian proved to be so mean with me every time a man or servant looked at me or addressed me that I decided to run away. One day the poet whom you know came to the house, and my guardian being away, I told him my story, after a fashion: saying that I was unhappy, etc...Anyway, very moved, the sweet boy took me away with him to his place, where I've been staying ever since. It's almost two months now since I left my guardian's house. I've written to him since but without letting him know my address.
"And with the poet.. . ? "
"With him? Oh, my darling, he went to the extreme of chivalry, and has never so much as kissed me. So you see, it is really you who had me for the first time. With you I feel that I would do anything you desired till the day you tire of me, and on that day . .
"On that day.. . ? "
"Well, on that day I shall belong to everyone without belonging to any one person..."
"? ? ? ? "
"Oh my God yes, I feel a river of fire running through my veins. I'm dying to give myself to all comers from whom I'll glean all the possible pleasures of the flesh. I sense in myself the soul of a whore and I want to experience the repeated embraces of the flesh. Oh, yes honey, fuck me...fuck...yes, yes...no, not there, in the ass...there...there...corn-hole me...yes...oh, stick your whole arm into my cunt...go to it, you no good mother fucker...shove your cock out of my nostrils..."
Left breathless by our heroine's story Richard could contain himself no longer and plunged into the fray. Both of our lovers being so overexcited, they could not stretch out their pleasure, and so in but a few minutes they both sank exhausted into a state of perfect felicity.
They then fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.
At dawn, the first to wake up, Bella immediately directs her hands towards the hot and sticky member stuck to her belly. Under the passionate caress of her fingers it is not long before Richard wakes up as well.
"What are you doing, sweetie?"
A few moments later, both wide awake, this time on top of each other in that wonderful position, called most often sixty-nine, our two lovers are sucking and licking away with an ardor only equaled by their desire to come at all cost.. .
Being within reach of her hand, she grabs the two pink candles and gives one of them to her sucker, "Here, quick, honey, in the bung hole...yes...gently...oh, yes...faster...faster...oh, goooooo, go, go!"
As for her, she had in turn introduced the other candle into Richard's cute little ass-hole, whose pink door opened under her eyes, as she continued to suck greedily the beautiful tool for she was beneath him, and he on top...
It was the first time that Richard felt something in his bung hole...Till now he had never quite dared seek this form of enjoyment, for he had obviously never realized the pleasures it could afford. Worked over by a mouth that was sucking him off with great fervor, he moved his ass back in order to better feel the candle reaming out his shit hole, and all of it was a revelation for him, such as he had never suspected. As for him, he was plunging his candle into the ass of the pretty girl, and all the while sucking and licking away at her dripping cunt. His tongue becoming fatigued, he pulled the candle out of her ass and without missing a stroke plunged it into her cunt. It all ended with the frightful noise of 'alip, slop, fop, swish'. They were doing their utmost to keep from coming too soon. Finally, Bella began to come and she came without stopping to the sound of the 'slip, slop' of the candle, flipping in and out of her two sticky orifices. Finally, Richard could hold out no longer and let go his come juice into an expectant and vacuum cleaner-like mouth that slopped up his gook to the last drop.
Through the skylight, a ray of sunshine shone and lit up the two splendid bodies lying in their irreproachable nudity-Phebus added her shining splendor to the divine marriage of the flesh.. .
CHAPTER III
The first days of summer were hot and damp. For almost fifteen days the weather has been beautiful and not a drop of rain has dropped from the heavens, a rather exceptional occurrence in New York and its surrounding region.
Six o'clock is striking. The old grandfather's clock is bellowing out the hour in stentorian clangs.
Richard has just returned to his studio slightly fatigued after a long errand. His first preoccupation on entering is to make himself comfortable. A few moments later he has freed himself of all clothing. Although, not given to expressions of vanity, he now observes himself complacently in the large mirror.
It would be really improbable to find such a body as his, except in a dream. His man's body is completely effeminate-a tiny waist, no prominent muscles, overdeveloped breasts, long naturally wavy hair, a snow white skin which is as smooth as velvet, and not a hair to be found on his body, not even his legs.
He was certainly musing in a very similar vein at that moment, for from an antique chest he now drew a rubbery girdle. Also in the same chest appeared to be stored a numberless pair of women's stockings, probably the relics of many a forgotten love.
He now stands contemplating himself with the girdle around his hips and sheer, flesh colored stockings molding his leg. If it weren't for his face one would be absolutely convinced that he was a woman. The impression is accentuated by the fact that he has hidden his member between his thighs, leaving only his bush visible. When seen from the back the illusion is perfection itself. Voluptuously he caresses his thighs, his buttocks...
His imagination flies off to a land of dreams. Alas, if only to be a woman. And yet behind this apparently effeminate body one can not deny the presence of the male animal and all its vigor. That which is strange is that he has the soul of a woman and the will of a man. But a fact that is to be remarked is that whenever he found himself in the grips of some emotional problems his woman's soul again took the fore. This was now the case as the consequence of his having separated from his last mistress some two weeks ago after they had had a fight.
Bah, the hell with her, he thinks, after all she was a bad fuck. For one thing he always had a lot of trouble in getting his tool all the way into her tunnel of love, and furthermore she made him hold back coming too long for she wasn't hot enough to come soon and often, and it would all end with his being in a bad temper. She just wasn't woman enough for him, and that's all there's to it. It's all over, so let's stop thinking about it. And of course he continues to think and mull it over and over...
Alas, we are but toys in the game of destiny. We like to think of ourselves as being strong, as being the master of the situation, and in fact we are always at the mercy of the slightest fantasy of our senses.
At seven o'clock he suddenly remembers that he has an errand to run downtown. In his hurry to get dressed he puts on a pair of trousers that are ripped. The hell with it hell put on his beige raincoat. He forgets to take off the girdle and stockings, but then they do not bother him the least bit.
Coming up to his friends house, a neighbor comes up to him and hands him a card; the friend had left that morning and was going to be absent for a few days.
Well how do you like that! That's what you get for hurrying-a closed door. Seven-thirty. What can you do at such an ungodly hour, especially since he has no desire to work at his paintings.
"I'll go take a walk in Central Park; maybe that'll change my mood."
He begins to walk in the direction of Time Square and 42nd Street, not being able to decide where to take the subway. The women along the way are most appetizing, their bare necks seem to invite a more intimate acquaintance with their breasts which are asking for nothing better but to show themselves completely. Their well shaped legs seem to incite him to follow. But no, he is happy in the act of looking and trying to visualize what the cloth is hiding. Even though, in his trousers, he feels his member becoming erect he knows that this is not what he wants...
What it is that he wants, he doesn't exactly know, or rather, although he knows, reality separates him from his desires.
Walking along near Ninth Avenue, he sees a horse drawn laundry cart standing at the curb. Richard's attention is riveted by the enormous tool of the horse. The heat of it hits his face. Oh, what a tool!
Oh, since little Bella had introduced him for the first time to the pleasures of a piece of candle (as the reader I hope will remember), how many times had he tried, when all alone just on such days when he was daydreaming as the result of some material or emotional problems that we are all familiar with, he had tried a little bit of every thing: vegetables, wooden sticks being of the same size as a cock, but now he wanted to experience the sensation of a real and handsome dick swelling out the depths of his ass.
The night before he had wandered aimlessly around the area of Grand Central Station. That first evening he had gone into the public rest-room and after a few moments a man standing next to him had taken his cock in his hand. Emboldened, Richard in his turn took the strangers tool in his. The room was deserted. Looking at the instrument which he held in his hand, a wild idea crossed his mind, and at that very moment he bent down and took the other cock all the way into his mouth, almost swallowing it. As one can imagine the one being sucked off was quite happy, and fascinated Richard's efforts by moving his tool in and out of his slobbering mouth till suddenly the hot sperm spurts into his mouth to be swallowed to the last sticky drop.
Satisfied, the 'other' went his way. Richard, kicked himself in the ass for not having followed him. Hell, the cock which he had just emptied was much smaller than his own, and what he was looking for was a cock considerably bigger than his own. He just wandered about afterwards, entering into all the public rest-rooms that he encountered on his way. He met other neighbors' whose cocks he sucked till they shot their hot sticky loads into his mouth and whose soft skins he enjoyed feeling in his hand. He had sucked still two more since, but all of them were small, too small for what he desired...
The next day he returned to these same haunts and after having caressed, fondled, and seen a whole battery of cocks, all of which were mediocre, he did have one moment of happiness and hope. In a rest-room off Madison Avenue, a neighbor installed next to him was flipping the last drops from a tool almost the size of his own, a little less thick, but nonetheless. Just then he felt a hand on his buttocks and then his neighbor's voice murmuring in his ear, "Come with me, I know a place where well be safe."
A few yards from where they had started the stranger led Richard through a courtyard and then to a room on the ground floor. The door was closed on a burning light, and Richard saw through the window what appeared to be a pig pen with a bed, the only piece of furniture worthy of the name. His friend of the moment lost no time, and immediately unbuttoned his pants, revealing a cock already erect.. .
Instinctively, Richard stretched himself out on the bed, after having removed his trousers in all haste, and then picking up the tails of his shirt, unveiled a luscious pair of cheeks. He did not have to wait long, for almost immediately he felt the erect tool trying to enter his orifice, but hardly had the tool implanted itself up to the head, than he felt the hot discharge trickle down his rear...
Alas, he still had not tasted the pleasures of having a tool buried in his bung hole to the very hilt.
A few moments later the two went their separate ways, the one happy to have come in an ass placed between such pretty cheeks, and the other still unhappy at not having been able to satisfy his desire.
CHAPTER IV
Finally, he arrives at the entrance of the Park. Here, the women are simply dressed, and all the visible nooks and crannies of flesh were made to make the most indisposed get a hard-on...
He remembered having heard stories of certain hidden spots in the Park where strange meetings were to take place. Slowing his step, he started down a shadowy lane, along the way vendors of love and their flesh spread out their wares, but their flesh was pale and without beauty. He continued on his way...
Then he started down another lane completely obscured by overhanging branches, suddenly he felt himself being followed. There was a man in back of him who suddenly stopped and went up to a tree and got in a position to urinate. Richard retraced his steps, walking even more slowly and made so as to brush against the stranger, and then stopping at his side, he too made as if to piss. Two minutes later, each one of our characters, had his hand on his neighbors cock. His neighbor's had a strange shape, its head was large and seemed to be free of foreskin-probably a Jew. After having fondled it a while, Richard got down on his knees in order to suck on it. In a few moments the stranger's cock had shot its heavy load into the gullet of the sucker. There was a sound of approaching footsteps and they both separated without having known each other further.
Entering deeper into the wood, Richard suddenly stumbled over two men who were virtually glued to each other, a little further on he glimpsed the silhouette of two figures with vizored hats. Being just a bit frightened, he quickened his pace, continuing to be slightly apprehensive of those two unsympathetic figures, and just on the point of coming out in the daylight once more, he was again caught up by his now obsessive desires and again turned to the wood.
Just ahead, at a bend in the path, Richard caught sight of a cyclist, who on seeing him disappeared into some bushes. Instinctively, Richard did the same and began moving in the direction of where he had last seen the cyclist. When he came upon him he stopped and leaning against a tree he drew out his cock. On the instant, the other approached, drawing out his tool as well.
This time what Richard saw was a handsome instrument and stiff as a rod. He had very little time to muse about it for almost immediately he felt the stranger's hand slide beneath his coat. Then with an effort, Richard succeeded in undoing completely the seam of his trousers which were already ripped. Now, the hand was fondling his buttocks and then a finger entered into his ass-hole where it caused a wonderful titillating sensation.
"Let's go a little further, we could be seen from the road if we stay here," whispered the man.
They reached a hidden spot surrounded by bushes, and no sooner arrived but Richard bends over spreading his legs, and the trousers open at the back and expose to the stranger's eyes a dazzling patch of white. A second later he felt the tool entering into his ass-hole, slowly, slowly...Aaaah...it was a writhing fact now, the member was trapped up to the hanging balls. The man's humping was getting more energetic and accelerated. It was an unforgettable moment. One hard, sudden plunge and Richard finally felt a healthy load go shooting into his guts. Oh, what ecstasy--at that moment Richard really felt like a woman. He gripped the beautiful tool with his sphincter, hoping to keep the object of well-being buried in his flesh for an eternity. But alas, the softening tool, after but a moment, slopped out.. .
Delirious, Richard then whirled about and grabbed up the tool that had caused him so much felicity in his mouth. Despite all their combined efforts, Richard sucked till he was blue in the face. All his efforts to render the magnificent tool back to its original and vigorous life, failed.
But he never got the leisure necessary, for worked over as it was by Richards' suction cup mouth, the poor Hercules of a cock gave up the ghost, if one can call it that, and shot its flood of come juice into his sucking mouth...
"God, can you suck! You sucked me dry, and what a pretty ass-hole!"
Just then there was a rustling of leaves, and afraid of being seen, they both quickly put in order their clothes and separating, lost each other in the bushes.
Stepping over a log lying on the ground, Richard found himself face to face with another stranger whose dick was projecting out from his pants. The way being barred he had to stop for a moment and reaching automatically for something to steady himself with he unconsciously brushed against the stranger's tool, shining brightly in the dark, for in the meantime night had fallen. Out of the thick dark a voice said, "Suck it, kiss it with all you've got. I'll do the same for you after."
Richard didn't have to be asked twice. He began again the good work which he had accomplished so well just a few moments before. Well the cock swelling out his lips was certainly a beauty but he soon understood that its owner was determined to hold back as long as he could and make this pleasure last a long, long time. But Richard had taken such a taste to sucking the good and gentle flesh that this fact was not at all displeasing to him, but quite to the contrary. Just as he was thinking these thoughts he felt a hand picking up the edge of his raincoat and spread apart the slit down the back of his trousers; then he felt the head of a cock wandering about his buttocks and then enter his deep and pink hole. The hole in question, already well lubricated by the work of the evening, put up very little resistance to the happy intruder, who after two or three lunges was totally buried within its dark folds. Finding that Richard's trousers were hindering his work, the stranger pulled out his tool just long enough to unbutton Richard's trousers and to pull them down about his ankles, and then plunged it home once more. It was a large cock swelling the walls of Richard's hungry rectum and as for its length, Richard thought that it was going to burst out of his navel...As for its balls, he could feel them against his cheeks and upper parts of his thighs-large and pendulous.
It was heaven made flesh...In fact the one being sucked off must have been making an incredible effort not to come sooner, given the efforts of that ardent mouth, sucking and licking at once. With each lunge of the corn-holer, the suckers mouth pushed forward around its loving cock, getting it jammed each time in its throat and then finally by force of holding back its juice and being cuddled as if it were in a cunt, the sucked cock gave a nervous jerk, swelled and ejected its nectar right into the crop, just at the moment that bung-holer gave a violent lunge. And in the night strange sounds were heard.
"Ah, ooh, suck you cocksucker. Swallow my juice, ooh, suck it in you bastard..."
But contrary to Richard's expectations the cock was not pulled out, even though it softened some. At that precise moment he felt a lunge even more violent than the last enter his rear and then a trembling, swelling, jerking, and then the hot jet entering deep into the entrails of his body...
And the last too, remained...There was a pause. The two dicks made not the slightest movement. And then slowly, almost imperceptibly, the back and forth motion began again. This time the movement was slow and languorous. Richard savored to its fullest the sensations of the soft cock that he was still sucking and those sensations given into him by the gentle cock fucking him in the rear. The two rods held him like on a spit, and every movement of one made the other enter even deeper.
This love play lasted for what seemed an eternity. Then, as if the two fuckers had reached some sort of unspoken understanding, both cocks shot forth their juices at the same instant, leaving Richard in a state of delirium...
What happened in that propitious dark of leaves and night? One thing was certain, and that was that Richard, having been led by his lucky star, had stumbled on that corner of the Park where on that night a variety of male animals, came together in search of pleasure, strangers to each other. And then, no sooner had the emptied cocks been removed then Richard, in a half-conscious state, felt being introduced into his sticky mouth, and at the same time into his gaping ass-hole, a new cock. But oh, these two newcomers lost no time in emptying themselves, probably because they were virtually swimming in the come juices of their predecessors, and then in turn these two were removed and immediately replaced by two others. Ah, but this time as if to mark the crowning of this night's sensational exploits, the cock at Richard's mouth was of a size that it had difficulty in entering the wide open orifice. Richard then reached out his hand and placing it on this enormous tool, he realized to his amazement that it was of length comparable to the instrument that he had seen hanging between the legs of the horse that he had seen earlier that evening. And the balls hanging down from its hilt! God! What a reservoir! But at that very same moment he felt that his ass-hole, already stretched and lubricated by the work of the earlier tools, was again being distended even further by the entry of a member, stiff and hard...
He might have let out a scream, but his mouth was completely filled by the cock which had taken up residence there. Now he felt the pressure of two powerful hands on the back of his head, drawing his head ever forwards. In the meantime two powerful arms had encircled his middle and were drawing him backwards against the pole stuck in his rear.
Finally after considerable effort the latter had his efforts crowned with success. But God in Heaven! Richard felt himself stretched to bursting by this enormous machine. Who could this man be? A white? Or was he of some other race? There was no way of telling since no word had been uttered, probably in order not to attract any uninitiated.
This time Richard could not hope for a more complete fulfillment of his desires. Whether they were of the white race, or were Negroes, the two strangers who had him nailed, they both were the owners of marvelous instruments, such as could not even be encountered with in the best of dreams. And in order to find the like, how long would one have had to search, only fate could have discovered them and brought them together.
Oh, there was nothing further to be desired. He had had some pain when that incredible engine had entered his rear, but now that it was buried and in place, and to what depths it was impossible to tell, and now Richard was preparing himself to savor that supreme moment of ecstasy of flesh united with flesh...
Still without a word being heard, with the exception of confused sighs and long, hoarse rattles in the throat, the two owners of the splendid tools, with the help of their hands, began their pleasure giving motion...
The one in the forward position, holding Richard by the nape of the neck, was shoving his cock into his mouth with a slow rotating motion. The one taking up the rear had placed his legs to the outside of Richard's and had twisted them around the latter and with the pressure of his arms still wrapped around Richard's belly, was holding him in a vise...
Soon the one to the rear began to accentuate the back and forth movement of his tool gently at first and then with ever-increasing violence. At each lunge, as we noticed with the last two men, the extremity of the others cock entered even deeper till it got jammed in Richard's gizzard, and luckily was thus prevented from going any deeper. Oh, Richard was in good hands. Even if he had wanted to it would have been impossible for Richard to free himself; however, we may assume that it never occurred to him to do so. Perhaps he thought himself in a kind of ideal dream, and just when he felt himself being transported far out into an unreal paradise, just then did the two pricks victoriously blast their juices, one right after the other, into Richard's hollows. It seemed to him that the juices continued to spurt out in an unending flow, flooding him till it was coming out of his very pores. He was coming in every part of him-in his ears, his toes, his pores were dripping. He was in seventh heaven-in the infinite.
And as if to continue and prolong this ecstasy forever, the two instruments, hard and. stiff as if nothing had happened, despite their copious and endless ejaculation, remained in position and took up again their motion of grace...
Alas! All must end, even our most wonderful dreams, even if they are real and lived. For a second time, at greater length, Richard felt the ineffable goodness of their ejaculation. The cock in his mouth stayed for a while and then softening was drawn away. As for the other, it remained seeming to enjoy itself in its bath of come. It had softened a little, but after a short while Richard felt it swell for a third time! Was he to be administered a third victory by this incredible instrument?
Well by my word, the engine began to labor once more, burying itself and then pulling out again. The minutes passed and the instrument continued to come and go.
In his very depths, Richard felt the tip of the , cock jump and jerk. Gasping with joy he closed his eyes and waited...
But a little too pretentious of its powers, the instrument softened imperceptibly without being able to muster up enough sperm to add to that in which it was already swimming...And yet, after seeming to pull out the man, apparently changed his mind, and shoved it in again.
And again, Richard felt the cock cornered in his ass-hole swell. Then, suddenly, a hot stream shot into him in a long continuous and swirling intensity, initiating him to yet a newer height of pleasure. Moments which crowned the last and most supreme of Richard's desires.
CHAPTER V
The afternoon was drawing to a close slowly. This September day had been hot and humid. Richard was smoking a cigar, stretched out languidly on the couch, and was lost in reverie among the clouds of bluish smoke.
In this particular section of the city no sound could be heard and as such was the very spot for daydreaming.
Richard while gazing at the smoke rings of his own making recalls the happenings of a few weeks back.
It was at a dinner party given at a friend's house near Central Park. A young girl (could one really have said young girl?) had literally brought him to a dead stop. Never before had he seen such a beautiful face, so regular, and shoulders and arms of a wonderful fineness. Not to speak of her legs.
Then she had sung and on finishing she came to sit down next to a woman who happened to be sitting next to him. On looking at them sitting together he recognized them to be mother and daughter.
Had it not been for the daughter, Richard would have certainly concentrated all of his attention on the mother. Both had Venetian blonde hair which was not dyed. The mother, although a little heavier, was as splendid as her daughter. A banal remark made by the hostess permitted him to begin a conversation. The hostess had come to Richard to ask him if he would recite for them (for Richard was also a poet when the occasion called for it) and then bending over she whispered into his ear:
"You who are a painter-don't you find those two beautiful?"
"Extraordinary."
"I'll introduce you."
And so it was that he learned that Madam de O...was the wife of a bank director, who was in Hong Kong at the present time, negotiating some very important business.
Richard read two Southern poems which were much applauded, especially by the two ladies.
"Sir, you have given us a very real pleasure.
Such simplicity, and what depth of feeling one senses in what you have just read."
"Oh, madam have mercy, I have no pretensions; it's just that I write poems in the same way that I paint."
"What? You both write poetry and paint. But sir, you are truly a complete being in that case."
And then the hostesses interposed pointing to a painting hung on the wall:
"And that is by Richard."
"But wait isn't that the 'Source' which was exhibited at the Museum of Modern Art this year and are you really the painter?"
"Oh, it's one of those paintings which I no longer like. It had too many imperfections, and had I known, I never would have allowed it to be put on exhibition."
"How can you say such a thing. It is being reproduced everywhere and I assure you that the public finds that it is marvelous. And too it seems to resemble a woman."
"No, dear lady, especially after tonight, now that I have seen you both I am made aware to what extent my poor little painting is removed from the reality."
"Oh, sir, you wouldn't be a flatterer by chance?"
"May God forgive me if I am. I simply voice that which I feel and that which I believe to be. true and just"
They had met several times afterwards at various literary gatherings that they had been both invited to. Finally on the last occasion he had invited them both to come and pay him a visit at his studio.
The last time that they had been together at a party he had surprised them in the corner of a room, and to his astonishment the mother was kissing her daughter exhaustively on the lips. However, Richard said nothing, for after all there was nothing that unusual in it.
He remembered especially their wild hair which for him had indelibly fixed in his memory two women.
The first was a boarder in the most important house of call. The second was the daughter of a general, considered the most beautiful woman in New York. Of her he enjoyed most the memory of those times when they would go to the opera or to some worldly gatherings; she dressed like a princess in a dress of blue or black, extremely d'collet', free of jewels with the occasional exception of two gold earrings. Her appearance always caused a sensation.
She had been his mistress some three and a half years and yet in all that time he had hardly twenty intimate relations with her. He had no thoughts of complaining at this situation; he loved her for her beauty, and both were rather brother and sister to each other, and then he knew that the duchess shared his affections with others with whom she was certainly more assiduous in her passion. And so he kept his peace.
However he kept these two women in a special place of his memory. Never had he enjoyed fucking anyone as much as these two women, and God only knew he had certainly fucked women from all levels of society and from many different worlds. No, never had he experienced such perfect pleasure as when he had plunged his tool into the cunts of these two vestal virgins of love, rare as those were. For contrary to what is usually maintained, there are few, very few women who know how to fuck simply and at the same time afford a maximum of pleasure to the male who is sticking them.
And these two women with their blonde hair had reminded him of Madam de O...and her young daughter.
He was torn from his daydreaming by several knocks on the door of his studio. Should he open the door? It was so good to just he there and dream. For a second time the knocks resounded on the door. Who could it be? So many people called at his studio. All the same to clear his conscience he got up and pulled back the bolt, for he had taken the habit of always closing the bolt even when people came for a visit, he drew the bolt behind them.
Finally he opened the door.
"I hope we're not disturbing you Richard? Lord, it's quite a climb to your place. But will you look at this, one has the impression of being in the country. Those tall trees in front of the studio. Come in my little darling. How nice it is here and look at those beautiful things and those' women."
"You must excuse me ladies for receiving you dressed as I am."
"Oh, not at all Richard. You're perfectly correct that way and what's more you're comfortable. But how lovely your place is. Of course, I shan't ask if the place is presided over or kept by a woman."
"Well then, I'll have to point out your error; I alone preside here."
"Really, why you're a treasure. And in addition you like flowers; I notice that you have some in almost every corner."
"They were most certainly expecting your visit."
"Come now, don't start on compliments so early in the day; we really don't like them, neither you, nor I. God, it's hot; don't you think so darling?"
"Yes, especially when one has to walk the streets bare of shade, and under a sun like today's."
"Don't complain of the sun, young miss, for I am sure that it plays in your hair as it does in your mother's and is therefore a friend."
"Ah, poet, you poet. But really, you have such nice things and they are arranged with such good taste. May I look around? And even without your permission I will, for after all you did invite us. Look, darling, this reclining woman, is she not beautiful, natural, and these landscapes, really very good. And are you a musician as well? You play the violin and mandolin-just a little? Well, decidedly you are a wonder."
The reader has certainly guessed that the two women in question were Madam de O...and her daughter.
"And what is there up there? Another room? Ah, and there's another room next to this one. Really very nice, very nice. And what lovely colonial furniture."
For a time Madam de O...and her daughter examine in detail every painting and object of interest in the studio. Richard keeps silent giving his attention to them. Finally Madam de O...breaks the silence as she places her hand on the banister of the stairs going up to the loggia and says without waiting for an answer:
"With your permission, Richard, I'll go up and take a look about."
"Oh, Madam, nothing is in its place."
"All the better, I like disorder."
Richard is suddenly overtaken by a feeling of embarrassment; for he has transformed the upstairs into a veritable museum of things secret and damned. There are things there which were not meant to be seen by all comers. He therefore hurries up behind Madam de O...in order to soften the disastrous effect which he awaits.
The first thing which falls under Madam de O...'s gaze is a huge plaster cock, standing erect at the head of the bed.
"Oh, after all, that's slightly exaggerated, a thing like that. It must belong to a horse."
And the good lady burst out with a hilarious laugh, which resounds through the entire studio.
"What is the matter mother?"
"Oh, Madam, I am most embarrassed."
"Come" now, Richard, I know perfectly well what it is."
"But Miss."
"Believe me, she hasn't been raised in cotton. Isn't that right, darling?"
Miss de O...had climbed up the stairs to the loggia and she too, on entering, has burst out laughing at the sight of the object already mentioned.
"Oh, no, Richard, you really exaggerate just a little. And then look at that and at this. But you must have difficulty sleeping surrounded by all these things, for, of course, you do sleep here, I presume."
And so the two women stayed to look at all the etchings, suggestive bric-a-brac, and the photographs of women in poses that the stupid call obscene, when they are nothing but the most natural.
At first Richard feels a little ill at ease; but then being a fatalist and having seen too much to be surprised by anything for any length of time, he begins to explain and to comment on all the photographs, etchings, every object. On a shelf, Madam de O...sees a large album and reaches for it. Richard on seeing this springs forward and attempts to take it from her.
"No, not that, Madam."
"And why not? Is it that of your loves? My God, you are funny. But it's very interesting. Come look, my little darling. Oh, look at these poses, these poses."
A little taken aback, wondering if he was awake or dreaming, Richard looked from one to the other, while they both devoured the photographs in the album. Pressed against each other, the mother kissed her daughter from time to time, as she commented on some pose.
"Look, honey. This one, what a wonderful group that is."
"And this one, oh, they're so beautiful those women. It's almost as if we were there."
To say the least, Richard was becoming more and more mystified by these two women, if they had been strangers to each other, but a mother and her daughter?
JBut as we have seen, Richard is a fatalist, and immediately accepts that which he sees, without any astonishment, nor any attempt to understand further than the immediate.
"Lord, it's hot in your museum. Do you mind if I make myself comfortable?"
Richard goes to her in the case that she should need some help.
"No, thank you. All I'm wearing is this dress. Out, there. I'll hang it on this strange coat hanger. Ah, that feels better."
Richard is now able to admire Madam de O...in her full glory, for underneath her dress she wore but a sheer slip which served to highlight her skin, and a garter belt and that's all.
"You don't mind, do you? I simply hate all those things women seem to like to encase themselves with. You did say when we came in that we should make ourselves at home. But perhaps I've taken advantage?"
"God, but you're beautiful, Madam."
"You're just a terrible flatterer. I'm too fat, and I must admit that it disturbs me a bit."
"Fat! Come now, you are a superb woman and that without exaggeration. And then it's better to be fat than flat."
"It's true, isn't it, Richard, that she's beautiful, my darling mother. And all of her is so firm, touch her, go ahead-feel her."
"Now behave yourself, darling."
"Please mother, I want that you be admired.
Feel. Don't you think that those breasts are firm. Feel."
As she was speaking, Miss de O had slipped down the straps of the slip, and two perfectly shaped breasts had appeared from under the sheer material of the slip. They were full and round, and Miss de O took his hand and placed it on their skin.
Madam de O juts out her chest. Richard prolongs his caress of those lovely contours, and as he meets with no resistance continues down to the hips and then the shoulders.
"Oh, you're making me shiver, Richard. How soft your hands are."
Suddenly she grabs her daughter's dress, and in a wink she takes it off from her, and despite a moment of resistance, in a second it is hanging from the same coat hanger as her own.
"Oh, mother, mother."
"And my daughter, don't you find her beautiful. Look here, you who are an artist, look here. But let him look you little idiot...now look here."
Once the dress was removed, Madam de O had undone her daughter's garter belt, and holding her arms, slipped off her slip, for Miss de O was dressed as was her mother.
"Now look at this darling child. Do you not find her beautiful. To think that she is the fruit of my labor, look at how firm she is, and she but seventeen."
Richard could find nothing to say. He had sat himself down on the edge of the large bed, and now just looked in ecstasy at this marvelous body, this lacquered flesh against which the nipples of her breasts look like two red strawberries, and below her belly, between her thighs, a lovely tuft of blonde down.
For a long moment he cannot find any words to express his wonderment. The two women keep the silence, realizing that it is due to the admiration of his artist's eye. Finally, Richard breaks the silence.
"I never dreamed that I should ever see such perfection in one body. I'm confounded, I feel...I feel completely beside myself. I don't know how to express myself...Those breasts, that body, those arms...those legs and...and that face illuminated by those beautiful eyes."
"And you, mama, take off your garter belt, for all that's left, you can take it off. There, I'll help you."
"Now, daughter. Well here I am without anything."
"Well, don't you find her as beautiful, my little love of a mama. Isn't she wonderful?"
Richard doesn't know where to turn, the daughter has the beauty of a virgin and the mother the beauty of a Venus in love.
Sitting down on either side of Richard, they continue the conversation which enlarges on the subject on the physical make-up of women, and no setting could have been more appropriate than this museum, now inhabited by these two splendid women. From the study of the woman the controversy led to that of the man.
"Of course," Madam de O was saying, "for many, the image of man is one of power; represented by a mountain of large muscles, and huge appendages."
"Then, rather than the play of the muscles as an expression of the spirit, one arrives at the result that in reality what appears is the picture of the brute."
"I agree with you wholeheartedly. As for me, I admire the man whose body and appendages form a graceful whole. I do not speak of the face, for a man who is really a man, capable of being called a genius by his fellow man, whether it be in the arts, philosophy, or sciences, cannot have an effeminate face. History is filled with examples which prove this, from earliest times to the present. An effeminate face is always such at the expense of the intelligence and personality; a man with an effeminate face is incapable of evolving far nor profoundly."
"But Madam de O did you know that you were erudite. Really, when one is with you not only can one find infinite pleasure in looking at you but in listening to you, as well. Which proves that that which is true of the man is also true of woman."
"Flatterer, and how's that?"
"Why, you combine a beautiful body, with a beautiful face, and with a wonderful intelligence."
During this conversation, Miss de O smiled with amusement at the turn it had taken. And then she interrupted, and said:
"But, as for you Richard..."
She stopped, blushing, not daring to continue.
Madam de O took up where she had left off:
"My little darling is right. You have the hands of a woman; it's the first thing that I pointed out to my daughter. Do you remember Liz, at Madam R's party, I told her. 'Richard, is a real artist, look and see how fine his hands are.' And you know how extremely rare real artists are. There are those which have a certain ability which has been developed by a teacher or in school, but who never become anything more than good craftsmen. I'm simply certain that you don't have one bulging muscle. Come on, take off all of that, you must be as hot as we are. I'm sure that hadn't we come along, you too would have made yourself comfortable."
"I must admit, dear Lady, that on days like this one, I usually do lock myself in without wearing a stitch of clothes."
"Well then. Take off all that. Come here Liz, and help me."
Before he could make a move to defend himself his shirt had been unbuttoned, his pants undone and pulled down onto the rug. By an act of modesty, Richard had hidden his tool between his thighs, for it had long since begun to grow hard. The body which is now uncovered is really that of a woman.
This time, it's the two women who stare at him, with his long hair, mussed up when the shirt was removed. If it hadn't been for his slight mustache the illusion would have been perfect, the illusion of a woman with not much of a breast.
They now began to caress his soft and tender skin which seemed to be completely lacking in virility. Then one of the hands touched his hip and tickled him, and moving involuntarily, suddenly out popped his cock, so stiff that it touched his belly button.
"Oh, oh, oooh."
"Ah, ah, aaah."
On hearing these two exclamations, Richard tried to put his bellicose member back into hiding, but he wasn't fast enough.
"Ah, what a piece. Leave it, leave it, Richard, how soft it is. Oh, what have you got in it? It's enormous, enormous."
The mother's head met her daughter's just underneath Richard's nose, and as their lips met, they both put a hand on his dick and an arm around his waist; their legs squeezing his, and Richard quite happy let them to their desires.
Releasing her mouth, her arm, and her hand, Madam de O took her daughters face between her two hands.
"Look Richard, look at this pretty mouth. Stick out your tongue, honey. Suck that tongue, those lips, suck...suck them well.. . "
Madam de O had brought their two faces close together and now their two mouths came into violent contact without having to be told twice what to do.
Satisfied with her work Madam de O now got up and contemplated this wonderful composite of two beautiful bodies interlaced and sucking at each other's lips from a short distance. She also observed the superb lance that was touching her daughter's belly.
After a moment thus spent in looking she understood that the two interlaced bodies whose embrace became more brusque and insistent were, being overtaken by passionate desires. Despite the fact that their arms and legs were twined so tight that they were printing purple marks on each other's flesh she succeeded in slipping a hand between her daughter's thighs. The humidity with which she met proved her to be right, and then one finger placed on her clitoris felt it grow erect and hard.
"My poor little darling, you want to...you want to come...you're wetting yourself."
Her knowing finger had begun to caress her clitoris and the surrounding area. Her daughter twisted about, rolling her buttocks, and what buttocks. An ass to make the dead come back to life, and to give an erection to the most caved-in arch.
"Poor darling, come...wait..
As if she had guessed Madam de O's intentions, she now straddled Pochard, causing him to fall backward onto the bed with her on top of him. Then Madam de O grabbed the stiff club and ran its head for just a second between the lips of her daughter's cunt. Oh, but not for long, for in one sudden lunge the tool disappeared into her love grotto. Given the position in which they found themselves, Madam de O could see nothing more with the exception of the balls knocking up against love's door. In order to get a better view she got down on her knees and so never left her eyes from this area of activity. With her long fingers she caressed the brown skin of his large nuts and the brown streak of her daughter.
Not a word past the lips of the two in labor, but long drawn out sighs bore witness to the joy that they evinced. The girl pulled back and then bore down again with the full force of her buttocks as if she desired to swallow his nuts into her hole. The sighs began to become increasingly hoarse. Liz gave a violent bump of buttocks, and then another, and then another; a sharp cry, prolonged into a third...her buttocks and thighs began to tremble with convulsive activity. On his nuts ran down a light nectar, then thicker and in greater abundance, and then her limbs came to rest.
Liz now let the now slightly visible cock slip out of her cunt.
Madam de O then managed to get her head between the moist thighs and began to lick up the nectar from the edges of her daughter's cunt. Unable to restrain herself any longer she began to work her own cunt with both her hands. At that moment the cock slipped out of the too slippery hole and somehow was immediately snapped up into Madam de O's greedy mouth.
Suddenly overtaken by a frenzy of desire, Madam de O stops in her double labor and throws herself on the two bodies covering them with kisses; Liz understanding what it was that her mother desired let go of Richard's lips rolled off him to one side: this was in effect what her mother desired.
Then Madam de O like a wild woman jumped astride Richard still stretched out on his back, and with her hand down below her belly she grabbed hold of the re-hardened cock and directed it toward her flaming cunt. With a single flick of her thighs she thrust it into the depths of her belly, circling Richard's thighs in a vise-like grip, her mouth pressed hard against his lips.
Crazy with desire she stepped up her rhythm on the tool entrenched in her hole of love...her whole body twisted and turned...Richard could not budge an inch since he was so tightly held!
The minutes ticked by and Madam de O let out a harsh groan and then another. The sweat dripped from every pore of her skin...but untiringly she continued.
"Oh, oh, oh,...OH, OH, AH!..." was all that could be heard.
Liz was standing up and looking at her mother: she could see as her thighs moved up and down a continual stream of sweat and fuck juice streaming down.
The refrain of passion continued: "Oh, oh, oh...OH!"
Liz, doubtless wishing to play a part in this magnificent fleshly duet knelt down, and since the divan was very low, pointed her tongue between the thighs right at the little pink hole in the middle of the deep furrow. Then the hole transformed itself into frenzy...Madam de O became an unleashed fury beneath this caress which made her whole body rise upward and made her groans louder and louder. Her whole body was covered in streams of sweat.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
However she did not stop her exertions, that was quite obvious, she was possessed completely with lust. She jerked her body backwards and forwards almost letting his tool come out of her streaming cunt and then jerking forward hard again. But under the influence of this prolonged exercise one could hardly expect the tool to remain rigid I Madam de O realized this, and seized hold of the prick in one hand and began to rub it up furiously while with her other hand she tickled the lower portions right up to the anus hole...so that the member should retain at least some semblance of rigidity. "Ah, ah, ah! Ah! . . '
And the game went on and on...until suddenly a frightening cry broke out and filled the studio, gradually becoming weaker and then suddenly shrill before weakening again and becoming a kind of prolonged moan. Madame de O had jerked herself violently, bringing the tool quite out of her and she was rolling around on the divan, gripping the cushions in her hands and on the whole seemed as if she was undergoing an epileptic fit. Her eyes were glazed and staring, her mouth gaping, panting and foaming, her thighs jerking spasmodically, such was the picture offered to the onlooker's view.
Having at last disengaged himself, Richard was standing up, rocking with fatigue as one might expect after such a session which must have lasted an hour at least and very probably more! Liz threw her arms around him and they both looked at the lovely woman still shaking with spasms of desire.
Gently moving away from Liz, Richard opened the door of the next room and brought out a bottle of champagne, a lacquered plate and three large glasses. With an adroitness which showed that he was a past master in the art, he opened the bottle without the slightest noise and soon the wine was foaming in the glasses.
"Come on my dear, take some of this, it will calm you down. It's only some champagne. Come on drink it down."
Liz swallowed some down as did Richard. The glasses were refilled and a long kiss sealed the union...
Liz moved back and looked over this handsome man who had just executed such magnificent maneuvers! Her eyes stopped and fixed themselves on the hanging tool which was not yet entirely soft and which was still covered with the sticky dew of desire. On a sudden whim Liz took her glass leant over and grasped the pretty prick which she dipped and washed in the sparkling wine. Richard was taken aback with surprise as she carefully washed and rinsed his tool. Soon it was pink and white, quite clean of the stickiness, but the wine in the glass had lost its limpid clarity, it was now clouded with spunk. After surveying it for a moment Liz raised it to her lips and drank it down deeply, savoring the aphrodisiac beverage, keeping the last gulp in her mouth so that with a kiss she could pass it into Richard's mouth....
Seeing that Madam de O had almost calmed down and that her limbs were motionless, Richard went out quickly and came back a few seconds later with a bottle of eau de Cologne and two towels.
"What are you going to do, Richard."
"Just wait and see..."
Richard poured the eau de Cologne liberally over one of the towels and began to rub the dripping body of the poor woman. Gently yet firmly, a professional masseur could not have done it better, he massaged all the parts of her body from top to toe. As she felt the wonderful contact of this soft massage Madame de O came back to consciousness. Noticing what Richard was doing she said:
"Oh, darling, how nice you are...let me kiss you on the mouth...come closer dear Richard."
When he had finished Richard dried her body with the other towel and then gave her the third glass of champagne which she emptied in a single gulp.
"Oh, Richard, God how you can love!"
Now she presses Richard and her daughter against her breasts.
"Oh, my darlings, how good it was! If you only knew...I am quite dead but oh, so happy. We're going to love each other again and again, aren't we?"
And then began a series of endless kisses all around; and these kisses told more than any words could, how great the communion was between these three souls. One needed a Rubens to put it onto canvas so that this charming ensemble could be preserved for posterity. The three splendid bodies all intertwined, showing the health and the love which was in them, really a worthy subject for the great artist.
"My dears, we have to separate now."
"No...you must stay and have dinner with me, and I will drive you home afterwards."
"My dear Richard, you are so nice, but look how tired out I am, I am completely done in; and if we stay any longer I shall not answer for the consequences. But well be seeing you pretty soon I expect, won't we Liz?"
"Oh, yes Mummy, soon please!"
"And we shall love each other again, as hard as we can. Let me kiss you again..."
After a moment she continued:
"Now Richard, you are not thinking of your little Liz, she must wash herself, she must take precautions you know!"
"I have thought of it; at this very moment I am letting some boiled water cool down. In the room downstairs I have a syringe and one of those French bidets."
"Really you are a dear, Richard. Well let's go then...but Liz, aren't you satisfied yet?"
And in fact, Liz had thrown her arms around Richard and was twisting and turning her body against his, her nipples erected for battle...long moans came from her lips and her thighs rubbed against Richard, one of her legs circling his.
"Darling; oh darling, I want more, give it to me.. .
As he felt this quivering flesh in contact with his own, Richard's prick quickly stood up. And in short, since he could hold out no longer, he turned her over onto the divan and opening her legs, he plunged his mighty instrument into the flaming pussy which was still sticky from the previous encounters...
It did not take long after several thrusts before he felt her swoon away beneath him and the come liquid flood his tool as he felt himself come as well
After a few moments they came back to their senses.
Madame de O looked at them, quite delighted that it had all been done so quickly.
"Well, well, my turtle doves I And Richard was talking about us staying the night! No you are not yet wise enough the both of you. Look at Liz' eyes, they are quite exhausted. We are going to take a car back so that people won't see us in such a state. Ah, Richard you have really got what it takes. How we are going to love each other. You want to don't you Liz?"
"Mummy, I just want anything you want.. . "
"Come and kiss me love."
A half hour later, after having finished dressing, Madame de O and her daughter were waiting for Richard who had gone off to get a taxi. They heard the sound of a car drawing up outside the door and Madame de O opened it. It was Richard alright.
"Here's the car...but won't you really have something else before you go? Yes, here's a drop of champagne left, come along drink it down . .
Then he chose the best roses which were in the room and then after having carefully removed the thorns placed them between the clefts of the two women not before having kissed the spot first.
"Come on Richard, we must go. I'll cable you when we can meet again; either chez moi or here in the studio."
They both held him tight almost suffocating him and murmured together:
"Darling Richard, see you soon."
"Yes my darlings, soon."
"Please call me Mary, your little Mary . .
"All right so be it, Mary and Liz."
"Goodbye now."
As the car moved off, Liz just managed to lean out of the window and whisper:
"Richard, I love you, write me a long letter...please..."
Then the car left...the sound of the engine sped away into the distance and Richard lost sight of the two handkerchiefs which had been fluttering from the window.
CHAPTER VI
Richard was daydreaming in his studio, near the stove which he used for heating. It was mid winter and a sharp cold snap had followed the recent snow.
He was dreaming, stretched out on the divan. His thoughts were filled by two charming people: Madame de O and her daughter. Quite useless to describe the last few times spent with them: they all bore a great resemblance to those we saw in the preceding chapter as they will probably go on doing for some time. For all three of them have the same love for each other, a love almost without equal among all loves. They loved each other completely, without a thought and in perfect communion one with another. Jealousy would never disturb this perfect relationship. Whenever they were absent from each other for some time; long letters passed between them, and Richard is now looking at one of these letters, written on mauve paper and delicately perfumed. On the paper he can see the marks made by Mary and Liz as they had kissed the letter.
At the moment they are in Florida where their society obligations have taken them, and from time to time Richard receives a basket of flowers from the land of sunshine to brighten up the grayness of New York.
Right at that moment there is a knock on the door. Doubtless more flowers, for he is expecting no one.
"Ah Richard, how nice of you to let us come in. Come in Debbie, don't let the cold in."
No it is not the flowers. Richard has let in two darling little girls swathed in furs who at first he does not recognize.
"But it's Jean! How you've changed, you've grown up! How's grandmother? And what are you doing now?"
"Everything's going OK and I'm in the rag trade. I have changed a bit I guess. I'd better introduce Debbie, you must remember her she used to play around the apartment building and take a few letters for us. You remember don't you?"
"Oh yes, of course I do, I remember now! but you are both so grown up and very pretty indeed."
"Oh we're certainly not so pretty as some of your ladies I'm sure. We are sixteen both of us and we both work in the rag trade, only today we took a day off, tomorrow we go back to work. That's right isn't it Debbie?"
After a momentary silence during which the two girls admired the pictures, Jean spoke:
"You're certainly getting a lot of work done these days. I remember the time when you were always around town and always with a different woman. They talked a great deal about you and how you helped a lot of women out of their 'difficulties' all around town. That's right isn't it Debbie?"
"Yes but leave me alone for a bit I want to look at the pictures. And it's so warm here."
"Would you like some Madeira?"
"Some Madeira-and howl We'd certainly like some wouldn't we Debbie?"
"Yes Jean."
"Well speak up for yourself. She's certainly timid isn't she Richard? That's not good is it?"
Richard brings over three glasses and a bottle of Madeira...
After having filled the three glasses he gives the girls the drinks.
"Drink that, it will do you some good."
After the first mouthful he adds:
"Really Jean, I hardly recognized you, you've become quite a beauty. And Debbie as well. To think that when I knew you, were only so high!"
"Ah Richard, we may be pleasant but we cannot compare to ah the gorgeous women that you see all the time. That one in the picture for example, she's really pretty isn't she Debbie?"
"Yes she certainly is."
Another silent moment as the two girls drink their Madeira.
"Oh it feels good here, and you work here as well. Say have you seen the latest movie at Radio City 'The Two Passions', if not you certainly should, it's a humdinger."
After a moment she continues:
"And talking about the movies I might as well tell you what happened to me in our neighborhood theater. Sometimes there are some really filthy people in there. That's right isn't it Debbie? Well speak up."
"Ah yes, you're right Jean."
"So I can tell you can't I? You wont' be surprised."
"Well what is it then?" says Richard who is beginning to be amused by the child's manner.
"Well I was sitting on my own..."
"What, you go to the cinema on your own?"
"There are plenty of other places I go alone to as well!"
"But what about your grandmother."
"Oh she's drunk most of the time. Sometimes she gives me a slap but all the same I do what I want. But let me tell you what happened and stop interrupting all the time. I often forget what I am saying don't I Debbie? Well Say something."
"I agree, you know I agree."
"Well there I was all alone in the movies when a man came and sat down on one side of me, and then another on the other side. At a certain moment, I can't remember what was on the screen except that it was very dark, I felt one of the hands of the man on my right take hold of my hand and put it into his pocket. I wondered what he wanted but then I told myself that he can't do me any harm so I let him go ahead. Well his pocket had a hole in it, and then...I felt my hand touch something hard and immediately I realized what it was, and talk of a big one! But the skin was so soft, and it was pleasant to hold it like that in my hand; in short I rubbed him up throughout the whole movie, and he shot his load two times-two times! My fingers were dripping with it! And then, while all this was happening the man on the other side had gently put his hand under my skirt. As I was already occupied and since it was pleasant I let him do it, and he used his fingers so well that I finished up by coming like an explosion, my thighs were all covered with juice!"
Richard listened to this story a little stupefied!
Such small girls and so precocious already! He was amazed.
"It was just the same the other day at the movies with Debbie. Go on tell him. No? Well just imagine, she was in the movies and she suddenly feels a tongue on the button of her cunt. This was easy to get at since whenever she goes out she always keeps her legs open and she never wears panties. It turned out to be a girl, and a really well trained one at that, and since she felt good she let him go ahead and she is one of those who-likes to come all the time. That's right, isn't it Debbie? Well don't blush girl."
"Well dear me, Jean, I didn't know that you had reached such heights of debauchery. And was it you who showed Debbie the ins and outs of the secrets of love?"
"Oh, Debbie, she's worse than I am. Anyway we have both known what it is for a long time. As for me, you know how it is at home. All of us in just one room, and not big at that. I sleep in a sort of alcove with just a curtain between me and the rest of the room. Well when Granddad comes home in the evening a bit stoned, as he gets undressed I can see quite easily what is hanging between his legs, and he has quite a piece too! Sometimes it just dangles against his thighs, but other times it knocks against his belly it's so stiff. And then, how Grandma takes it; he puts it in the front or the back and moans all the time. In the beginning she would bawl him out for being drunk and then she would say:
"You certainly fuck when you are drunk."
And then she pushed and pushed away...
"You mean that you were watching and listening? Didn't they try and prevent you?"
"No, because there was always time to get back into bed when one of them came to see if I was awake and I really put on the act of sleeping. And I would hear Grandpa say:
"No, she's sleeping like a log!"
"But when did you lose your virginity, since I presume that you are no longer a virgin?"
"Hardly-likely is it! No, we both lost it the same day, didn't we Debbie? Speak up girl, you never say anything. Shall I tell you how we lost it? It was very simple. The last fourth of July we danced with a couple of guys who we had never met before. They made us drink and then led us off into the bushes where it was very dark. Well they had petted us pretty heavily already...and then they both pushed us over and rammed their tools up together!"
"Didn't you scream?"
"What was the use. It had to happen one day or another. Well that was the day, and how! Luckily they weren't so big as Grandpa's machinery or we might have been ripped apart."
"Hey Debbie! Just look at her. She could almost be back there again. You know what she-likes best? It's to look at the horses when they go by to see if they have their tool hanging down. And when she sees one she'd like to spend hours just gazing at it. Eh Debbie?"
"Oh Jean, if you'd only seen the one this morning. There were a pair of horses and a buggy. And one of them had a tremendous piece, like you have never seen. And now and then it stuck up and touched his belly. He really must have wanted itl"
"Well Debbie, you must certainly have wanted it!"
"Oh no! It was too big to go in, but all the same it was so beautiful!"
"There you are, you are going to come! Just look at her. Wait a moment and I'll help you."
Joining the action to the word, since she was sure that the catch had been slipped, Jean quickly pushed her over on the divan, undressed her in a twinkling which was relatively easy since beneath her woolen dress all she had on was a slip, and said to Richard:
"Just take a look. Shell make a good wife won't she? Look at her little titties, they're stiff already. And look how she wants it; she thinks she's with the horse right now!"
Stopping the conversation she moved astride Debbie who instinctively opened up her legs, and began to caress her moving the lips of her cunt apart.
"Look at that Richard, she's dripping already. Ah the slut..
The rest of her sentence was lost since Jean, no doubt excited as well, had placed her mouth on the cunt and was sucking for all she was worth.
Richard looked at the ensemble, the tableau of dimpled young bodies. He could see Jean's pink nipples standing out from firm but small breasts and the pretty pink hole between the thighs with just a slight haze of down around it.
Now, locked as they were on the divan he could not see Debbie's face since it was covered by Jean's skirt, but certainly she was sucking away too.
Richard felt his instrument stand up and stiffen against his pants. But no, he had already had plenty of opportunities to fuck young girls like this, but with a weapon of his size, every time he had tried to go in, the entrance had been too small so that satisfaction had been incomplete. However just looking at the two Lesbians who seemed like two experienced women in their pleasant task, made his tool become uncomfortably stiff. Well too hard, he was unable to hold out any longer. He unbuttoned his fly and his tool stood out proudly in its beauty. He moved onto the divan which was of large size, lifted up Jean's skirt which he folded over her back, showing her pretty pink thighs. Without worrying about Debbie's tongue which was reaming around Jean's cunt, and licking the erected clitoris, he plunged his prick into the already moistened entrance. This is probably what Jean was waiting for! But the dong did not go in at the first attempt and she had to move her body to help its passage! "Ah, ah! Ah..."
That was it. With one movement the prick penetrated to the depths, leaving Debbie with just a feast of the large balls which dangled against her face. And the feast lasted some time...
Then finally, long moans were heard...First of all muffled...and then louder and louder...and suddenly silence.
Richard pulled out his big prick which had softened slightly, and as it came out all the fluid ran down it from the dripping cunt and completely flooded Debbie's face-she was divinely happy a kind of rapturous ecstasy was spread all over her features.
And even better, she could, by moving her head, reach the hanging sticky member before it was out of reach and Richard quite simply let her go ahead.
As for Jean, she remained in the same position, savoring the moment, and who knows, perhaps waiting for a renewal of the masculine attack. The young and ingenuous girl is capable of incredible prowess once her eyes have been opened to love, and the delirium of the senses.
We will go no further...firstly because it was now dark and little by little the red glow of the stove shed flickering light over the studio until it was quite impossible to make out the three figures who seemed linked together in the darkness.
But we can tell that when the two girls walked the long way home, and it was by then very late, if someone had been following them he would have wondered what incredible exercise they had taken to be so tired and stumbling along.
As for Richard, it must be admitted that he had found his master in love, for as soon as the girls had left he stretched out on his bed and went soundly to sleep.
CHAPTER VII
"Yes my dear Richard, Liz is quite beside herself with worry. Just as we were getting into the train to come back to New York she had a sudden fainting spell...and in short she had to stay down there a couple days. She was looking forward so much to seeing you. Have you been a good boy while we have been away? But I won't ask you about that-you wrote such beautiful letters. Liz wants to keep them all so that she can reread them all the time. Kiss me again...again...ah...yes, I can feel that you are in good form...so hard...oh my sweet!"
"Poor Liz. Well at least I have you. I am going to keep you here."
"No you aren't my sweet. We are going off in my car. In a couple hours the driver will be there.
Pack your things, I'll set you free in two or three days."
"But I'm not ready, and I have so many things to do..."
"Not another word, I am so eager to have you with me, and to get away from everyone else. And I'm sure that you agree with me tool"
"Where are you taking me? I want at least to know that."
"Inquisitive, just like a woman aren't you?" I am taking you out of town to a little place in New Jersey. Are you satisfied? You know the countryside, it's quite charming. Now get ready, we haven't got much time."
It is quite useless to say how many kisses were exchanged during the course of this conversation, or even while Richard was getting ready. At last one heard the sound of a car, and it hooted...
"Richard was ready and they both got inside the Cadillac. The driver placed his luggage in the trunk, while Richard and Madam de O settled back onto the cushions. The motor purred into life and they were off !
They moved out of town fairly quickly, although they were held up a little when crossing the Hudson. But then soon the countryside took over-and the houses disappeared from view. The car drew suddenly into a driveway surrounded by trees and at the end Richard could see a large colonial style house.
"You know that pretty cottage just by my villa."
"Yes, what about it?"
A sudden stop halted the conversation, and as Richard looked out the window he was amazed by what he saw, even more because there was no noise: a woman, badly dressed and drunk, with a face scarred by indulgence, was staggering by.
Richard felt his sleeve being tugged by Madam de O...
"Richard, don't say anything, it's Mary White."
"What, the one who inherited that pretty cottage we were talking about?"
"Yes, she's been drunk now, for about ten years."
"What with? Coke, morphine?"
"If only that was all. No, mostly liquor."
"What a pity."
"Sure is. Having so many millions and yet she doesn't know how to take advantage of the beautiful things of life. Not like we do. Hold me tight darling, so that I can feel you close. No let go, we're there already." .
The car stopped. The driver got out to open the gates because the cottage was buried among foliage, quite invisible from the road.
"You know, I gave three days vacation to my cook and maid-suited them fine too-so that we could be alone together. But we won't die of hunger either, I've got everything here. And I have some great wines too, which I know you will enjoy."
The car had reached the door of the cottage where the driver opened the car door for them in really grand old style, not at all obsequious.
"James, put the case and those few parcels in the guest room."
Richard had already been to the cottage, but each time that he came he was quite in ecstasy. It was a real love nest, arranged with exquisite taste; the dominant color was yellow, and nothing is more harmonious than this color and what surrounds it. Each piece of furniture and every ornament was put into relief, but without the eye being shocked.
The chauffeur came down again.
"James you can put the car in the garage, and when you leave please be sure to shut the gate onto the road firmly; you will be back on Friday, that should give you enough time to see your mother."
"Madam is really too kind."
"This is her day. Is the car OK since we may decide to drive around a little."
"I should advise you, sir, to check with the police before starting out since some of the main highways are taken up at the moment."
"Thank you very much James."
"Yes thank you James, and now hurry up or you may miss the train, and above all, don't forget to shut the gate."
Thank you Madam, goodbye sir, goodbye Madam."
"Goodbye James."
A few moments later they heard the metallic click of the gate as it shut. Madam de O and Richard were alone.
"Listen honey, I am going to take a good bath first, since as you know I spent the night in a train and I was in so much of a hurry to see you and to be close to you."
"You are such a sweet girl, darling."
"Do you want to take a bath too? Yes that's an idea, come and have a bath with me, my bath tub is quite big enough."
A few moments later Madam de O was in the bathtub of thick crystal. Richard came into the bathroom.
"What a wonderful bathroom, and so prettily arranged."
"Hadn't you seen it before."
"No you'd never let me."
"So you like it?"
"Honey you have superb taste in everything."
"Well come on get in, while the water is still hot."
"How do you mean the water is hot? We've only just arrived."
"Sure, but my maid only just left before we arrived and I had told her to get everything ready. Come on, get in. Oh honey, stay still for a moment. Hold me in your arms, look how the water holds us up gently...what you're up in the air already? And in the water too. Let's be sensible for a minute, this water is so good."
"What perfume did you put in it?"
"How curious you are. It's my own special mixture. Amber and rose, and a little eau de Cologne; are you satisfied?"
"Oh I love every perfume."
"Stay still.. . "
The minutes went by...and they both gave themselves over to the langorous sensations of the prolonged bath.
But Richard changed his position and soon his prick was embedded in the cunt of the bathing beauty.
"Oh honey, not yet. Don't move then, so that I can feel you...don't move, leave your tool alone...after dinner you can do what you want."
Our two lovers remained there for some time, until a clock in the next room chimed the hour.
"Oh honey, we've been here an hour already."
"Yes darling, I am coming out of the bath, and then I must have a..."
"Oh, Well then, wait a bit honey. Don't get out. Come in here. Oh how funny it is, you pissing into my ass, and it's so hot. Oh, go on, harder, harder, that's good...that's beautiful."
Now the reservoir' was empty, and the prick was floating around in all the hot liquid...
"Oh honey, will you do that again sometime? If you only knew how marvelous it was, just like a continual jet of spunk and so strong. If only you could come as long as that. Anyway let's get out of the bath since I feel very hungry."
Richard got out first, picked up a large bathrobe and covered Madam de O as she stepped out.
"How sweet of you...rub me well...yes, like that...now put some eau de Cologne on that towel and hand it to me...that's it."
"Is this the eau de Cologne?"
"Yes, that's what I put in the bath."
Then it was Richard's turn to get rubbed down.
"Now I am going to get dressed, come into my room darling."
Madam de O's room was just next to the bathroom. The color was predominantly yellow, modern furnishings in exquisite taste.
"But why do you want to get dressed honey?"
"Just you wait and see. You'll see what I mean."
And she did dress but it was in a kind of long flowing robe of mauve silk, so transparent that it showed her skin off to advantage. The stockings were the same shade.
"Well, darling, do you like me this way?"
"Oh, my darling Mary, you know very well how much I love you. Your skin is so pure and white, covered as it is by this transparent silky gauze."
The fact that Richard had already seen so many nude women only helped him admire the one before him now. However, at the sight of an uncovered square of flesh, glimpsed between the silky folds, a leg molded by a transparent stocking sufficed to bring his instrument to attention.
"Listen honey, let me have my way just to please me: take these stockings and Liz's slip and put them on just for me."
When Richard had donned the stockings and slip Madam de O led him to the large three angled mirror.
"There, look for yourself. One could swear you were a woman if seen from behind; with your slim hips, long hair, your rear that protrudes just so, the illusion is absolutely perfect. Now turn around and hide your beautiful tool between your thighs, so that it can't be seen, and now look, your curly hair, small breasts-oh, if only you would shave off that mustache."
"But why honey? Don't I look like a man without it?"
"But of course you do, it's just that when you French kiss me with that pretty tongue of yours and I feel your hair on my lips, on the lips of my pretty cunt-look, see how pretty it is, and all pink-well, it tickles me so that I think I could come just from having them brush up against me. Come now, settle down."
"Wait a moment, I have a friend with big feet who stayed with us for a time last year, and who forgot a pair of shoes. I'll go see if I can find them, perhaps they'll fit you."
"What, women's shoes?"
"Yes, yes, wait a minute. Ah, here they are; try them on, and let's see."
Richard puts on the high-heeled shoes which happen to fit him perfectly.
"Well I'll be damned, I'd never thought that women's shoes would fit me so well."
"Why sure, you have pretty little feet just like a woman's. I told you that you did. And look how beautiful it makes your legs. like you are a woman to perfection."
"What?"
"Of course-you do have a beautiful tool."
Richard now put on a different pair of stockings which went up all the way to the top of his thighs.
"There you go. One just has to mention his name and up he comes. Just look at it; boy has it gotten big. Hold on, let's give it a kiss: oh, how wonderful."
After having dressed again, Madam de O and Richard go back into the dining room, painted yellow like all the rooms in the house which make the old colonial furniture stand out in perfect contrast.
"My God, how polished all this furniture is."
"Oh, thanks to you and the method you taught me; no more polishing ever again. You certainly are a wonderful man to have around the house. You know so many things, my darling."
Indicating the table, Madam de O adds:
"As you can see, you won't be left wanting: an entry, liver paste, cold chicken with mayonnaise, salad, fruit, dessert and the wine is The Christ Child is Thimble 1912."
Richard's face lit up, for when it comes to wines he's a gourmet to the bone, and Thimble his favorite of favorites.
On seeing an ivory box, he asks, "And what have we here?"
"That my darling, that's for tomorrow or perhaps after tomorrow when we will empty its contents, just the two of us. As to what the contents are, you cat, it's a mixture which I brought back from India which is the secret cause of your being able to...to...fulfill so often that act which you are expert at. Now are you satisfied?"
"May I taste some of it then?"
"Oh, no, no, you don't need any today-I can see that. But tomorrow evening, or perhaps the day after, you can take some, and I will too. Now let's eat, I'm starved.
"And for love?"
"But of course, my honey. Come on and I'll kiss you once more. Give me your lips and stick out that cute tongue of yours."
Finally they seated themselves at the table. What this intimate supper was like is difficult to imagine. It was filled with charm, interrupted by long kisses, for although facing each other they often got up in order to exchange caresses. And then we must remember that the Thimble had its effect, it coursed through their bodies like flaming lava.
On one comer of the table there was a bottle of champagne waiting in its bucket of ice. With his usual dexterity, Richard made quick work of the cork and poured the bubbling liquid into their glasses. In order to derive the most pleasure from her drink Madam de O came and sat on Richard's lap. They drank from the same glass and in no time the bottie was half empty. Then she got up from his knees and took her three quarters filled glass and placed it between her thighs, with her fingers she washed her cunt, allowing the champagne thus used to trickle back into the glass; then she washed the crack between her buttocks and her cute little hole; then taking Richard's stiff prick she dipped its hood into the glass, and then washed the whole of it thoroughly, and finally she sipped the finished brew. Slightly aroused, she drank the glass full, giving Richard a few mouthfuls from between her lips, to the latter's great pleasure.
Having emptied her glass, she turned to Richard and said in a cool voice, showing but little emotion, "Richard darling, I'll make some coffee, as only I know how to make, you'll see, you'll like it. Now you sit still and I'll bring it in to you as soon as it's ready."
Madam de O now went to the kitchen where she put some water to boil while she ground the coffee for their two cups, which would have done for ten. When the water came to boil she poured it over the coffee very slowly. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing that she did not hear Richard enter the room, and became aware of his presence only" when he took her round the waist and gave her a long and liquid kiss on the back of her neck.
"Now stop it Richard. Go back to the table, now come on, enough.. . "
However, the sight of that lovely nape made even more tempting by its sheer covering of silk, and the warmth produced by the wines was not conducive to an abrupt termination of his effusive caresses.
"Oh, honey...now stop it...wait a bit...will you let me finish making the coffee...Oh, stop...honey what are you doing...where are you going. Oh, you're going to hurt me...it's so big...oh, oh, oh, honey...that's it...that's...it...aaah...yes...yes...go to it...go on while I finish the coffee...oh, go honey...gently...oh, go.. . "
As we can see, Richard had been unable to contain himself faced with that beautiful and perfumed body. Given the fact her cunt was not readily attainable, Richard had inserted his prick, stiff beyond all hopes, into her little oY ass-hole, and it is thus that Madam de O while squeezing tight her cheeks finished making her coffee and was sodomized in so doing.
The coffee was finished and they still remained in the same position, body pressed against body, mouth pressed against mouth by virtue of a contortion of her head, and the one still within the other. And yet, Richard had already discharged his life giving fluid but his cock was still swollen and stiff.
He couldn't wait another moment, he lowered Madam down on her back. Madam de O her veins filled with the heat of passion, was unaware of the coldness of the kitchen tiles. Then spreading her thighs with his two hands, Richard threw himself down like a man dying of thirst onto that vagina which just a moment ago had eluded him. He applied himself to the task of sucking, licking, and munching that delicious morsel with such ardor that Madam de O in her drunkenness of sensation felt neither the will nor desire to do justice to the two enormous balls suspended over her face and cock tickling her tits with that all but too expert tongue of hers.
She started coming and she couldn't stop as Richard continued sucking without pause and then with even more energy once he tasted her come juice sticking to his lips. Every time that he sensed an attempt on her part to free herself from his embrace he doubled his efforts and tightened his grip on her. Madam de O's mouth was now glued to his ass-hole (he had managed to work his legs underneath her back) and not a sigh, gurgle, rattle could be heard. With unequaled tenacity Richard continued to suck, and lick; squeezing between his lips her clitoris as if it were a cock in miniature.
It was easy to see from the violent contortions of her legs that Madam de O had reached the height of her orgasm, and it took all of Richard's unwonted vigor to hold her down despite her frantic efforts to free herself.
But Richard was sucking still, sucking and more sucking, till after a full hour of sucking, sucking was coming out of his ears, and he finally got up like a sucking automaton and supported himself on the sucking table.
He stood looking at Madam de O for a long moment; she was still stretched out on the floor as he had left her, her thighs still spread wide leaving to view her gentle cunt and its napkin of wool soaked and glistening with her dew.. .
Slightly recovered from his efforts he became conscious of the danger of her catching cold, stretched out as she was on the cold tiles. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the adjoining room where he gently stretched her out on a couch. Noticing that she was soaked with perspiration, he quickly rushed off to the bathroom from where he returned in a few moments carrying a bathrobe, several towels and a bottle of cologne. Madam de O was so exhausted that she made no move to help him as he removed her slip and gave her a thorough rub-down before drying her briskly and wrapping her up in the bathrobe. However she did revive sufficiently under the good effects of the rub-down to open her eyes and take awareness of what was happening. Then at the moment when Richard was slipping the bathrobe on her glowing body she gave him a gentle smile.
"Ah, my wonderful Richard, you are so kind and thoughtful. How well you take care of your little darling even though you did almost kill her. Oh, I feel completely sucked dry. And you, you nasty boy, must be as dead tired as I. I'm empty, empty...Oh, the coffee?"
Richard too suddenly remembered the coffee and in one jump he was in the kitchen: the fire under the pot was out and the coffee had passed through the drip and amazingly enough was still warm. He was about to light the fire again to heat it up when he remembered that warmed over coffee invariably lost its taste. He went back to his mistress' side, whose face had regained its old animation.
"Honey, the coffee is almost cold and since warming it over will spoil it I'll make a new pot...but then you're so tired it might keep you awake.. . "
"What's that? What nonsense is that? Now you just hush up, I'm thirsty as a camel. Now go and bring the coffee into the dining room, the cups are already there."
She got up slowly, stretching herself like a cat, and then went into the dining room, passing by the kitchen, and glancing in she thought, "That big darling, he's so cute."
Richard came in with the coffee.
"Come here darling, no here in this big armchair, and I'll sit on your lap."
After having poured the coffee into the two cups which already contained the right amount of sugar, he carried them over to the coffee table standing next to the designated chair.
"There you are sweet; but it sure is strong."
"All the better; it'll pick me up. But tell me honey don't you want anything else. How small it is; how nice it is this way; it's just like a little angel's tool."
"Ah, so you think so do you?" says Richard laughing as he looks down at himself. "But look how it's filling up."
"Oh yes, it's full of goodies that you're going to I'll give me later. Now come and sit down in the chair and I'll place myself on your knees."
Seated on Richard's knees, she savored the coffee now almost completely cold but very strong nevertheless. Then when she had finished her cup she took Richard's and placed it along with her own on the little table before straddling Richard's thighs, as if she were mounted on a horse.
'There honey, you see your big dong wants to say hello to my little pussy, and this way I'm going to make you come good; you'll see...Oh look how big he is."
Pressing herself tight up against him she put her arms around him and lifted her rear up as high as she could, and then when the big stick's head was just tickling the inside of that mysterious entrance she suddenly brought herself down with a bang, enveloping his tool to the hilt. She then continued this process in imitation of a horse's gallop. Up and down went her lovely ass, covering and uncovering his slimy weapon.
"Hop, honey, hop, hop, hop, gee-up, hop, hop!"
As for Richard, he had succeeded in grabbing her nipples in his mouth and sucked away, alternating between the two.
"Hop, honey, gee-up, suck away, pull you little mother sucker, hop, oh, old on, hop, oh, it's so good, good, good hop, jam up, oh, oh, ooooh."
Richard came shortly after Madam de O showered down her come juice.
"Up, down, up, down, hop, honey, I can still feel you, oh it's so good."
She now increased the violence of her mad gallop, so much so that poor Richard was completely thrown back against the back of the chair. His cock swimming in the sticky flood, began losing just a little of its stiffness; this was certainly not to the pretty piece's liking. She then tightened her grip on him and stopped her gallop and lowered all of her weight down on his beautiful tool to keep it from escaping from its humid prison. She then continued a slow revolving motion which would have ground a granite block into small pebbles.
"Oh, honey come again. Oh, I'm feeling you good, good, come honey, oh come. I'm flooding with love juice, I'm melting away in come...Oh, come again baby.. . "
Finally, she felt the joy of having her efforts rewarded: in her hot little cunt she felt his softened tool slowly stiffening.
As soon as she felt it good and hard, just right, she began to gallop again at full speed.
"Oh, honey gee-up, hop, hop, hop, come you bastard...suck my nipples...hop, hop, ah, ah, come.. . "
And her rear continued its frantic up and down course, faster and faster.. .
"Come, baby, come, come for all your worth, gee-up ooooh..."
The movements of her royal ass accelerated to ever higher levels of fuck speed till his dong added another victory to its long list, and shot a hot jet up her cunt. On feeling the hot juice, Madam de O let out with one loud scream, one only. Her body had one convulsive tremor which knocked over the chair, and both she and Richard went rolling across the floor, but even then she continued to hold him tight in her strangle hold; digging her nails deep into his flesh.. .
Finally, without emitting so much as a whimper, their embrace loosened...Madam de O rolled over several times across the carpet. Her arms and legs jerked out several times as if they were striking out at some invisible object, and then stopped and remained distended and motionless; her eyes closed and her mouth gaped wide.. .
Bent over like a cripple, Richard slowly got up from the floor and gazed down at his beautiful and ardent mistress; how marvelous she looked stretched out this way. He stood thus for a moment and still she did not budge. She had given her all and now lay there completely vanquished by the powerful tool to which she had given herself up as her only master.
With infinite care he picked her up and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom, where he managed to turn down the covers without letting go of her and then put her to bed without her once opening her eyes.
He then went back downstairs and got himself a little champagne before going to the bathroom where he gave himself a rub-down and washed. Then he went back up to his blonde mistress: she still hadn't opened her eyes but her heavy breathing of a few moments before had now become calm and regular.
He too got into bed now, and for a moment gazed once at her exquisite body whose only blemish, if it could be called such, was a curly triangle of hair.. .
He then fell asleep, but not before having pulled the covers up over her breasts so that she should not catch cold in the coolness of morning.. .
Perhaps, had they continued the game of love in their dreams? In any case when morning came, even though they still lay in the same position of the night before, they both wore a satisfied and complacent smile on their lips...
CHAPTER VIII
What happened on the second day? Ah, it is no easy thing to describe, for they spent it behind a locked door, and with the curtains drawn. It was only in the evening that they came down to eat, a cold meal quickly prepared, and after having done so they installed themselves comfortably in a large easy chair. There they entwined each other in a tender embrace and gazed at each other with eyes enlarged by deep black circles that framed them. They were barely able to speak more than five or six words at a time. Their faces were marked by such lines of fatigue that one almost felt sorry for them when one knew that they were to be envied, especially When one considered that this fatigue was the result of the exertion of their two splendidly conceived bodies in the labors of love. Only a few words spoken with a sort of embarrassment could be heard.
"Honey, you've killed me...I'm through...come too often...too much, too much come. Baby I love you...I'm busted.. . "
"Poor darling, do you want to go up and lie down?"
"No, it's too beautiful tonight. Do you see that moon shine?"
"Do you want me to play your violin?"
"No, I think that it would put me on edge tonight. No, and then I'm slightly worried about not having heard from Liz, but then I feel reassured because I know that she is well taken care of where she's staying. Listen...did you hear those screams? Listen."
"No, no...I don't hear anything.. . "
"It seemed to me...no, you're right. As I was saying about Liz, wherever she goes she attracts love like a necessity. She's so graceful, so innocent, and alluring. You love her too, don't you Richard?"
"Oh, how can you even ask such a thing, I have but one love-the two of you. When I love one, I love the other at the same time. When either one is not here, I'm afraid to think, to imagine..."
"Yes, I know, and we love you too baby. We want to always, but always live just this way.. . "
"Alas, but you are married, and Liz will marry as well."
"Listen Richard, listen honey...shall I tell you a secret? Listen...Liz loves you like shell never love anyone else again, nor does she love less than anyone with the possible exception of myself. Why don't you marry her? If you only knew how you would be fulfilling her utmost wishes, and then we would never part again, the three of us."
"Yes I know, I've thought of it often, but I'm so much older than she is; have you ever thought of that?"
"Yes my love, but you know very well that age is a stumbling block only for people lacking in sensibility. Can age exist, can age be compared with the strength of our heart, our sensitivity, or our senses? Age is simply a word, a social convention. No, the two of you were made for each other, as you and I were, and the three of us have the same tastes, sensuality, and the same heart and ideals. Can you then consider age as an obstacle, something which for us doesn't even exist. No...Fulfill your desires, hers, and mine, and in a little while marry. You hate the world, and we do as well, we will withdraw from it, or rather you will at first and then I'll come and join you.. . "
"Is it true that you are married, darling?"
"Yes, and now if you like well talk about this marriage of mine. My husband is an arrogant, stupid person filled with an unjustified sense of his own importance just because he has an important title."
"But you too, darling, belong to one of our most important families..."
"Yes, that's right, but our marriage was forced upon us for reasons of social imperatives. Oh yes, I'm married, married with someone who has left for China on some insignificant diplomatic mission, but luckily for him surrounded by three or four secretaries, for he is completely useless, and on top of it bereft of any sense of humor...Listen my darling, something tells me, an intuition, that in meeting you I've broken the vicious circle that tied me to that nonentity. What the future will bring, I have no idea, but again I have an intuitive feeling that soon I shall be able to love you in all freedom. I too have thought of marrying you, my darling, but I too was held back by thinking that I was a little older than you."
"How can you say that when you yourself have just said that age doesn'f exist.. . "
"Ah yes, age...it's rather your temperament which is so young and healthy, for you're not worn out like so many men are, even younger than you. And your artist soul? Aren't you taking it into consideration at all? Liz is youthful beauty at its most splendid heights, her firm young body is a living statue which is necessary for your art, and she will serve you as a model for a long, long time. But as for me, even if my heart and soul remain young forever, your artist's eye will see me as I really am when I reach my fall, and then winter, and that will be a time when Liz will still be in her spring; so you see, Liz and you would make a wonderful couple, and if you will let me I shall share a little in your feast of love for a long time, a long time . .
"My dear darling, you can always command my cock..."
"Thank you for that nice thought. You see how well we know each other-for such a long time, a long time.. . "
"And do you remember how we first met.. . "
"Oh how could Liz or I ever forget it. When you came to that benefit...But listen, I think someone's ringing the bell. What could it be...who could it be?"
As if he had been shot out of a gun, Richard grabbed up a pair of pajamas and went to the door to see.
"Is this Madam de O's? It's a telegram for her. Thank you sir.. . "
Almost running, Richard hurried back to his mistress with the telegram.
Madam de O tore open the missive with trembling hands and immediately looked to the signature.
"It's from Liz."
Having read it eagerly her face broke into a happy smile.
"Listen Richard: sprain cured, arriving tomorrow for lunch. A million kisses to you both."
"Ah, there you are darling, Liz will be here with you tomorrow. And to boot her ankle's healed. Oh, she will be so happy, for in two or three month's time we shall all be happy, and that for always. But wait, did you hear that; listen...I assure you that I hear voices: now do you hear them?"
"Yes...yes...who could it be."
"They must be coming from next door. Let's go look."
"Cover yourself up well; wait and I'll go and get you something."
"You're right, take my big shawl, it's on the coffee table. Thank you, you're so nice. Come quietly..."
They crossed the garden silently till they came to the hedge that separated them from the neighboring one which they could now look into without being seen. Just as they came up to the hedge they heard the sound of voices, and Madam de O drew herself up close to Richard and whispered:
"Let's not make any noise..."
At that very moment a nude woman came rushing from behind a bush just a few feet from where they were watching. No sooner had she gotten to the middle of the lawn than a man surged from the same bush and was as naked as the woman.
He rushed after the woman and on catching up to her grabbed her up in his arms. As the woman tried to loosen the man's grip her face became suddenly visible in the moonlight.
"Well how do you like that, it's Mary.. . "
"Do you know her, honey?"
"Yes, she played at the Fohes Theater...but shush and let's watch.. . "
At that moment she was giving herself up to his kisses, and in the light they could distinguish his beautifully erect tool...Without a word he shoved it deep into her moonlit cunt. Standing, and holding the woman up by her buttocks, the man was shoving it in between her thighs as if it were a crowbar.
Richard and his companion could see their features distinctly, and they observed the expression of complete abandon on the woman's face. Just then a third person with the face and body of a wrestler surged from the shadows. He too was as naked as the first two. In a wink he had joined the first two and pointed his stiff dong in between the soft and pliant ass cheeks of the already spiked woman. He pushed his enormous tool against her ass-hole but it resisted and suddenly with a lunge, his prick sank in to the hilt. Without a sound the two men labored on with intensity, each one in his respective hole. Not far from there could be heard the muffled sound of voices...
Turning their gaze away from the trio-the woman was coming in a violence of juice-toward the new sounds they went to a better vantage point and from there they could get a better view of the neighboring garden. What they then saw had the effect of hypnotizing them: on the huge lawn they now saw a woman stretched out on her back being fucked by one man while another shoved his tool into her mouth while he continued to jerk himself off in order to come more quickly. In another comer they now saw a very young woman, or rather just a young girl, being chased by a huge Negro brandishing a huge member. The chase was not a fair one; in a few lunges the Negro, his skin shining in the dark, caught up with the girl and threw her down brutally across a stone bench which happened to be near. At the sight of the enormous dong pointing at her soft little pussy hidden between her thighs the girl let out a scream of terror, but before she could even finish it the Negro, laughing and showing his gleaming white teeth, placed a hand on her cunt and spread apart her thighs with one brusque movement, and with his other he guided his huge instrument toward the gaping cunt.. .
"Oh, my God," whispered Madam de O "but hell rip her in two. Oh, the monster."
"Hush-up, darling, they'll hear us."
Alas, after but two preliminary turns about the entrance of the little cunt, the Negro drove his tool in violently right up to the hilt.. .
The poor girl didn't even have the strength to scream; they saw her head roll back over the opposite edge of the bench and her arms flaying in mid air. Still laughing, his white teeth still reflecting the rays of the moon, the Negro intensified his labor despite the fact that the girl had now fainted. Oh, now she could taste the love making of a mule, as Messaline had once that of a donkey, for this nigger's tool was by no means inferior to that of an ass'.
And the Negro continued his labor of love, still laughing till finally he seemed to have terminated it. His buttocks suddenly recoiled, and from where Richard and his mistress were watching it seemed to them as if his cock would never stop coming out from between the thighs of the girl.
Madam de O pressed up close against Richard.
"Oh, oh, look darling, there's no end to it; it just doesn't stop coming out, ah, look..."
But now the nigger's tool hung all dripping with love juice down the side of his thigh, down to his very knee.
Without ever letting up his smile the Negro now lifted up the girl and stretched her out on the length of the bench. Now he grabbed up his tool in his two hands and began to rub it across her face, her breasts, her small nipples, and then coming back with it to her face began running it in and around the lips of her wide open mouth.
"God, what a swine," murmured Madam de O breathlessly as she watched.
Another man, a white one this time, put in an appearance and without so much as a how-do-you-do jammed home his dong into the girl's cunt.
In another corner of the garden, half hidden by the shadow of a bush, they saw a man on all fours being sucked off by what seemed to be a beautiful woman if one was to judge by the whiteness of her skin. She had her arms wrapped around the man's thighs as she sucked away with ardor, if the way her eyes were shining in the moonlight was any indication of the pleasure she was deriving from her act.
"And that one, do you know her Richard?"
"It's hard to tell in the dark, but I do think that it's another actress...but look at that...there.
Another man had just appeared: he had a strange build. A big stomach balanced on two long and skinny legs. On seeing the couple he. grabbed up his tool in his two hands and began to work it over. When he felt it to be sufficiently erect he removed his hands and Richard and his partner were then able to see that it was quite long but not very thick; however it was garnished by an enormous pair of balls that hung like two huge reservoirs down the inside of his thighs.
"Ah, what a funny looking instrument; I wonder what he's going to do with it?" murmured Madam de O...
As if in answer to the whispered question, the fat man came forward, grabbed up once more his dong and began to run it around the buttocks of the man being sucked off. The former pushed his rear back in anticipation of the encounter, and a moment later the latter's instrument had disappeared between his ass cheeks...The movements of the bung-holer, the buggered, and the one sucking were finely orchestrated...The last had passed her hands beneath the thighs of the two men and one could guess that her fingers were enthusiastically caressing two pairs of balls.
As an example of some of the exclamations which could be heard, especially from the buggered, for one could honestly say that the third member had literally a mouth full.
"Feel how well I'm putting it to you. Oh baby, can you fuck well.. . "
Each word-being punctuated by a healthy grind by all concerned.
Richard and Madam de O had been watching this performance from its inception with some fascination.
"Well, will you look at that; are they going to keep that up for the rest of the night. Look at that Richard, she's still sucking, and the one doing the bung-holing isn't about ready to stop either. Ah, look, look, she won't let go of his cock and it's quite evident that he can't take any more."
At that moment the one taking up the rear guard pulled out his tool, the length of which was dripping with a sticky fluid reflected by rays from the full moon...The woman then released the cock she had been sucking and had certainly emptied from the way it fell away limp, and turned suddenly on the one that had just made its exit from the ass and began sucking it avidly. As for the proprietor of the tool, he stepped over the woman, trying to get away, but she fell to her knees and clutched at his buttocks with her two hands, and continued unperturbed her ardent sucking. In the light her eyes reflected the glitter of sheer ecstasy. Oh, how she must have loved sucking a fulsome cock, judging from the way she went at it.
Richard and his lovely companion did not leave off gazing at the pair for an instant till suddenly the man quivered and shuddered and then sank to his knees.
"Oh honey, she must have swallowed more than just a mouth full. What a pig she is. Oh, she-likes it.
"Now, come now Richard, stop...oh...not so hard...no, not with your finger...give us your cock...oh, how beautiful it is. And how full your balls are, darling. Oh, you're indestructible...Honey, baby, take away your finger...take aw...listen to me..."
As one can guess, Richard had again been revig-orated by the sight of the above events. However just as he pulled out his finger from the lovely cunt of his mistress as she had commanded, she immediately fell to her knees and grabbed up his handsome tool.
"Oh, baby, I'm going to suck you off just as she was doing...let me...aaah, glub, glub..."
Her mouth full to bursting with the big tool tickling her tonsils, Madame de O sucked away like a trooper. Richard did everything to hold back the come juice and so making the little lady work even harder. But finally, not being to hold back any longer, he grabbed her by the back of her head and jammed his tool into her throat as far as it would go, and he felt his sticky juices mix with the vomit which the deep thrust of his cock had provoked. Releasing his dick she rose to glue her mouth to his, and for a long time their tongues exchanged with delight the stinking matter of their guts. Finally they stopped for breath, and immediately Richard began probing her cunt with his fingers.
"No baby, my big baby, it'll only hurt me, I can't feel the inside of my cunt anymore. You've made me come for hours today, not to mention yesterday. No honey, have pity on your little pussy. Let's go to sleep, holding each other tight like brother and sister. Come on now, my darling Richard."
CHAPTER IX
When Madame de O and Richard opened their sleepy eyes the sun was shining from overhead. Richard jumped out of bed wide awake.
"You stay in bed darling while I go get breakfast for you."
In answer, she gave him a smile filled with tenderness.
Once the coffee was made and brought to the bed, Richard drank his cup quickly and dressed hurriedly.
"I'm going to get some things from the butcher and baker, and be right back."
"My dear Richard, turned into a butler and maid. But what are you going to get?"
"Damned if I know, but think of the appetite Liz will have after eighteen hours on the train. And how about you? And then again, if there's one thing we have plenty of, it's time. I'll be right back.. . "
Richard returned an hour later bending under the weight of a mountain of parcels. Madam de O who in the meantime had washed and dressed came to the gate to open it for him. She burst out laughing at the sight of him.
"Oh, my poor Richard, if only you could see yourself. What have you got there? Wow, it's certainly heavy."
He spread the treasures out on the kitchen table: rabbit, fruit, vegetables, bread, etc., etc. . .
"I bought some rabbit because I know how much you both like it. I think that we have all that's needed, and now off to work: I'll peal the potatoes and onions and then make the salad and set the table. Here's the shortening..."
And so transformed into cooks, the two began working.
Richard looted the garden of practically all of its flowers, and placed them in vases before each table setting in a most artistic manner.
When Madam de O came into the dining room she gave a small cry of admiration.
"Oh, it's beautiful; I certainly would have been incapable of doing it. How everything is in harmony with everything else. Come here so that I can give you a kiss. Now behave, I said a lass. Stop it, we don't have the time, and I have to get back to the kitchen. Come to think of it, our baby certainly is late."
"You never can count on the trains."
"But the train she took is almost never late; she must have stopped off at the apartment to drop off her heavy luggage."
"Do you think so? On second thought, you're probably right. When will you be ready with lunch?"
"Darn it, in about a half an hour at the latest, and she was to have been here at ten and it's already half past eleven. Oh, that must be her; she's arrived.. . "
The bell had just rung, and they both rushed out to answer it.
"My baby here you are at last. Is your ankle really healed? We were so impatient to see you again. You must be starving, hurry. And the trip? You're terribly late; we were beginning to get worried.. . "
"Well I stopped off at the apartment to rid myself of some of my luggage, and here I am. Boy, am I ever hungry. That sure smells good, what's Rose prepared?"
"Rose! May I introduce you to the maid, Richard; and to the cook, yours truly."
"What? Ah, now I understand: you gave the servants a holiday. But let me have a look at you. My look at those eyes of yours; oh, those eyes."
At that everybody laughed.
"Well, my two little dears, you certainly didn't let the time go to waste."
"You see, Richard, what did I tell you?"
"Oh, Mom, you sure didn't put up much of a fight. But let me kiss you, the two of you."
After this effusive greeting, Liz went upstairs washed, changed, unpacked and then came back down to the dining room.
"Now hurry darling before it gets cold."
"Oh, everything is so beautifully arranged. How did you ever manage it all?"
"You know that it's dear little Richard that went to market, arranged the flowers, peeled the vegetables, made the salad, etc.. .
"Dear Richard, I always knew that you were an angel. Oh, I almost forgot that there was some mail for you at the apartment. I was in such a hurry that I didn't even look at it."
"Let's see it. It's from your Aunt: I'm expecting you.. . "
"What are you saying? She's expecting us? but I've just come from there."
"Darling, we'll just have to pack our bags; Aunt's sick, and we'll have to go to her. You know how much she loves you."
"Of course, but I was so happy to be back with the two of you again, and I've been waiting for this moment for such a long time."
"Come now honey, don't cry. I've something to tell you which will make it all up to you. Listen and look at Richard."
The two young people sat perplexed.
"Well, what are you waiting for, go and kiss your future husband..."
"What, what.. . "
Liz was struck dumb; then she got up, knocking her chair down, and rushed into Richard's arms, crying and laughing all at the same time.
"Oh Richard, my wonderful Richard do you really want to, really. And mother will never leave us, will she, darling.. . "
"Liz, look at me darling.. . "
Madam de O was smiling tenderly, her face glowing with happiness.
"Oh, thank you mama, well be so happy the three of us, and well never leave each other."
"So you see my darling, we can go to see your Aunty, since as soon as we come back we will be, no-you will be united forever.. . "
"Oh, why do you say that mother?"
"And have you thought of your father?"
"My father, oh yes; but for all the time or attention he ever paid us."
"That's not the point; the fact remains that I am still tied to him..."
Liz's glance .fell on the yet unopened mail and suddenly she gave out with a cry of surprise.
"Look Mother, a letter from Peking.. . "
"So it is, but it's not your Father's handwriting, and it's from the Legation secretary."
Trembling, she opened the wax sealed letter, and quickly read the first few lines.
"Well, how about that, how about that..
"What is it, what is it.. . ? "
For an answer she handed the letter to the young couple as she sank back into her chair.
"Here, my darlings, read it.. . "
The two of them looked at each other fixedly after having read and reread the letter several times. Liz was the first one to break the silence.
"Look Mother, for all the love he ever gave me...really I'm not in the least bit hurt. I admit it; I can't help being frank about it."
"Hold your tongue Liz; he is your father . .
"Oh please Mother, I can't pretend, either I love someone or I don't, and that's all there's to it..."
The letter contained the following: Dear Madame, It is my duty to inform you with the profoundest regret that your husband, while on a mission in Indochina, was struck down by a rebel fanatic. He was transported immediately to the nearest hospital where his condition is considered beyond hope.
Please believe me when I say that.. . "Come now Mother let's eat, I'm starving. You know very well that he was but a chain around your neck and now fate has seen fit to remove it. Here's a big hug; and now let's eat."
Lunch began in a pall of silence, but as the wine began making itself felt and the truth of the matter was admitted, namely that everybody felt relieved at the turn of events, a renewed sense of joy made itself heard, and the meal ended in a burst of gaiety.
After having finished her dessert Liz went and straddled Richard, bursting with laughter.
"Oh baby, my darling future husband, now we'll be able to love each other without having to worry about anything, all three of us. And I'll be able to see Mother's eyes ringed with passion as they are now, as many times as she will desire them. Oh Richard, what's that I feel, oh so that's it. Let's have a look.. . "
Moving back a little, Liz bent down and unbuttoned his pants, releasing his proud and beautiful tool which she contemplated with adoration.
"Oh, how beautiful he is, the big darling, with his rosy head."
She spent little time in looking. Pulling back her skirt, she quickly plunged his quivering cock into her drooling cunt, and then only threw her arms around her fucker's neck.
"Go to it Richard, faster. Oh, how I've wanted you. Go, go, go, hun, hun, oh, I'm gonna come, come, ah, ah, ooooh.. . "
And in fact after just a few grinding lunges Liz came and just kept coming.
"Ah, ah, ah, go baby, fuck me dry, go, oh, ah, ah.. . "
Richard held back his juice as long as he could but given such divine encouragement his ol' dick could hold out no longer.
"Oh honey, I'm coming, oh take it all baby . .
And Liz kept up their labor of love for all she was worth.. .
Madam de O having guessed that Richard had already come and seeing that her daughter was not yet completely satiated went down on her knees before the couple and slipped a hand beneath them and began to caress Richard's still bursting balls in order to revigorate the old tool which certainly had lost some of its rigidity after the orgasm. Finally her efforts were rewarded, as she felt his dick slowly pulsing back to its original stiffness. Then without quiring her cock-work, with her free hand she began to work over her daughter's plump cheeked ass-hole...
Liz was now in seventh heaven and couldn't stop coming.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, yes, fuck me baby, fuck your cock off.. . "
Suddenly her whole body gave one convulsive jerk and then a few minor quivering tremors, one lone scream, and her head fell limp onto the shoulder of her butcher who at that very moment had come for the second time. She closed her eyes, emptied, and satisfied...
Madam de O got up from the floor and kissed her daughter's forehead and Richard's.
"Take her to her bed Richard, will you? She can't take any more; she was dropping off to sleep at dinner already." bure.
"Do you want me to help you?"
"No, but you could open the doors for me and get her bed ready."
And so Richard followed Madam de O up the stairs carrying his precious load which he then lowered onto the bed that Madam de O had prepared, having placed several towels on the bottom sheet at the place where Liz's thighs would rest, in order to absorb the sticky juices dripping from her wide opened rosy cunt in great abundance.
Gently, so as not to wake her, Richard pulled the sheet and blanket up to Liz's chin.
Madam de O watched him as he did so with a smile of amusement, happy at the attention he was paying to his future bride, but then her gaze fell on his dong which he had had not time enough to stuff back into his pants. The flames of desire sprang within her once more at the sight of it, and with a lunge she was down on it slurping up the come juice running down its side.
"Come on honey, hurry, into my room."
Hardly had they entered the room which had been the scene of their lovemaking the night before than she started ripping off her clothes.
"Hurry up and undress baby, and come to bed so that I can feel that cock of yours. Hurry up I can't stand it another minute."
Since all he had on was a shirt and pants, Richard was in bed, wearing his magnificent birthday suit, in two shakes. No sooner done than Madam de O jumped on his dick, practically swallowing it in her hurry, and as she did so she turned about and offered her oozing cunt to the delights of Richard's avid tongue.
A long time passed when all that could be heard was the slurp, slurp of his tongue in her sticky cunt. Then she came, flooding his mouth with liquid, as he continued to ream out her bung hole.. .
After some more time of avid slurping and sucking, Richard shot his load into her avaricious mouth. Emptied, they both went to sleep, although Madam de O could still be heard smacking her lips...
CHAPTER X
A delicious calm covered the entire house; birds were singing what must have been songs of love and a gentle breeze wafted in all the sweet odors from the garden which gently enveloped the magnificent bodies resting after the arduous embraces of love...
"Richard isn't home? Well, could you give me the keys to the studio so that I can wait for him there? Ah, thank you; and how are the children?"
"Oh, as well as can be hoped for, Miss Mary. But it's been a long time since we've seen you last; and what theater are you at now?"
"I've just come back from a European tour, and we're opening in town tomorrow. If you like I'll have some tickets sent to you."
"Oh, that's most kind of you. Thank you, thank you. But most of all it's Richard who will be happy to see you. You know; he's my very nicest tenant."
"I have no doubt of that. Well, I'll go on to the studio and wait. We'll be seeing each other again."
Mary, who we have already seen briefly, opened the studio door and went in, threw her coat on a chair and went back to close the door. Just as she was about to do so she spied a young boy staring in from the street, admiring all the wonderful things in the interior.
"Well, do you find it beautiful, boy?"
"Oh yes Miss, I wish that I could do things like that."
"Perhaps the time will come, you never know. Why don't you come in if you like."
"Oh, I'd love that Miss."
Without paying any further attention to the boy, Mary proceeded to make herself comfortable, that is she removed her blouse and began to comb her hair.
As for the boy, he could have used a dozen eyes to admire all that he saw.
"Oh, it's all so beautiful.. . "
"It is, isn't it," replied Mary, still combing her hair.
"Yes, it's all so beautiful, and there are so many beautiful women too, so many."
"As for them, there are a good many." As she said so she turned about, having finished resetting her hair, and remarked that the boy was staring at her.
"Well, I suppose you want to be a painter. Can you draw?"
"Yes Miss, I know how to sketch flowers in ink."
"That's very good indeed."
And Mary burst out laughing. She sat down on the couch and stopped laughing, as she looked at the boy more carefully.
"Come here and let's have a look at you. Do you know that you are quite beautiful, as a matter-of-fact you do have a face that might turn into that of an artist's. Here come closer; next to me. There, that's better; don't be afraid, I won't eat you. What's your name?"
"My name's Dean..."
"So your name's Dean. That's a pretty name." And to herself, "That reminds me of my first lover, but that's such a long time ago now.. . "
Again she scrutinized him-he was truly beautiful. His eyes were dark, his hair curly and blond and his skin was all pink and fresh.. .
"I'm sixteen and I stopped going to school just eight days ago."
"You're sixteen-why you're almost a grown man."
His pretty face made him look younger, but his body was already that of someone much older. "And what will you do Dean?"
"I want to be a painter and do beautiful things like those and beautiful women too."
"My word, you already feel the desire to paint nudes, well, well, well.. . "
Laughing, Mary noticed that the boy was staring at the cleft of bare flesh visible at the edges of her bras.
What was the boy thinking? She talked to him about everything and nothing and acting as if she were engrossed in the conversation she let slip, as if it were an un-noticed accident, the strap of her bras, thus exposing one of her magnificent breasts. The boy's stare was one filled with admiration.
"What are you staring at in that way?"
"Oh, it's so beautiful, so..."
'What's beautiful my pretty one? What is..."
"That is; it's so white and..."
"Oh that? So you find that beautiful, do you?"
"Oh, yes..."
Gathering up all his courage, Dean began to caress the rosy nipple. At that, Mary undid the other strap of her bra and flipped out the second voluptuous tit., .
"Oh, how well you do that. It's soft isn't it?"
Encouraged by this, the boy began to suck and lick at the tit thus offered to him.
"Go ahead and kiss it, yes that's it, take the little bud in between your little lips and suck, now don't bite, oh yes, suck, oh, that's so good, now do the other, go, oh baby, suck..."
Swelling out her breast, Mary pushed her other tit into the kid's face.
"Go to it baby, suck away, suck..
As the young boy continued his labor, Mary began undoing her skirt and girdle.
"Oh, you're really good at it, you little curie. Stop a moment and get up."
Getting up quickly, she slipped out of her skirt and girdle and stood completely naked before the gaping boy...
"There you are baby, now kiss me all over.. . "
Dean did not have to be asked twice. He began kissing her thighs, belly, and so on...Then spreading her legs, Mary uncovered for him a pretty red slit winking from between her thighs. Dean, guided by his awakening male instinct, immediately buried a finger in the love bush and then found the entrance of the slit.. .
"That's it baby, go and tickle your little fingers; a little higher, now just a little lower, oh, that's it..."
Instinctively, Dean stops fingering her cunt and gets down on it.
"Oh yes, baby stick your tongue in. Lick, lick...go..."
like many lesbians, Mary's clitoris was overdeveloped, and now as it was erect it resembled a small penis. Meeting up with this hard bit of meat, Dean grabbed it between his lips and began to suck on it.. .
"Oh, my little baby, baby, suck, suck...oh, not so hard...oh yes, ah, ah, more, more . .
She came like a ball of fire and the little mouth kept sucking, licking up the bitter sweet juices dripping from her cunt.
"Yes...yes...yes...oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, suck Deany, suck...take it all, all, bite, do anything...aaaaah..."
She had closed her eyes and her breasts were heavy like a ship on heavy seas...
Oh yes, yes, Dean keep on sucking, suck you little angel, suck.. . "
The sucking action between her thighs began getting slower and slower; little ol' Dean was tired. . .
"Stop honey, that's it, stop my little baby, you're so tired, oh, stop..."
Gasping for air, Dean buried his head against her sweaty flesh; it was only after a long moment that he was able to raise his head and give her a happy smile.
"Oh, it was good baby. Boy, can you suck. It was really good, you know..."
The boy could only smile in answer.
"Here, now I'm going to do something. You just wait.. . "
And Mary unbuttoned the boy's pants which she then slipped down to the ground. Dean stood there, exhibiting his little pink pecker. Mary took it in hand and gave a few jabs at his little balls hanging down like two cherries.
"Now wait. Here, come here and place yourself between my thighs. Yes, like that, and now come further forward between my thighs..."
Mary had spread wide her legs and moved her rear to the very edge of the couch, and as it was very low as most couches are, the boy in following her instructions, now stood planted against her satiny belly. The only trouble was that the little pecker was in no condition to go anyplace.
"Hold everything baby. Here, get up on the couch, here, next to me. Yes, on your feet."
Standing on the couch as he was, his little family jewels dangled in front of Mary's face, and all she had to do was stick out her lips in order to suck them into her mouth-which she did with a slow slurp. Dean, all happiness, let her have her way. But soon, the little pecker began swelling in Mary's suction-cup mouth, till only its rosy tip remained in that hot furnace. Mary continued her efforts a bit longer, nonetheless, before taking up her position at the edge of the couch with her thighs spread wide; only then did she let go of the boy's pecker.
"Quick now, get between my legs like before."
The kid didn't wait to be asked twice; he hopped down and placed himself between her thighs, pushing up against her blonde bush (for Mary was as blonde as the ripe wheat in July), by instinct he pointed his little tool in the right direction, but being without practice Mary helped guide his pecker into her cunt. Oh, it was so that the little cherub experienced his first great joy. Mary crossed her legs behind him and began grinding in and out, keeping his tough little cock a prisoner in her love cave. Then she drew near the little blonde head and placed her mouth against his, sticking her tongue into his mouth and twining it around his.
Sucked upon on high, and squeezed upon below, Dean enjoyed a moment of complete happiness. He pressed his belly against Mary's and felt her hard nipples against his skin...
Suddenly, Dean felt his pecker swell and swell some more, so much so that he thought that its head was going to burst inside the hot furnace of her cunt. His eyes closed as he shot his dribble of come juice, and on feeling it inside of her, Mary came as well. She crushed the little cherub against her chest with all her might. Done in, he let his head roll against her lovely tits. Mary looked down at him and smiled. Finally Dean opened his eyes and smiled up at Mary in turn.
"Well baby? was it good?"
"And howl Oh yes, yes. It's so good...Couldn't we do it again, it was so good?"
"What! More! Well, baby, you want to start again? Right away?"
"Oh yes, right away, now...I want more, more, more..."
"Let's have a look at your pecker, and see if he wants some more right away..."
Slipping her hand down below the boy's balls she felt them, and discovered that in fact they were still sufficiently swollen; however, his little dong was slipping out of her sticky hole, having returned to its original size.
"My poor little honey. Get on the couch again, like you did before. No wait-first come and lick clean my pussy. Get down on your knees. Yes, that's it!"
Spreading wide her thighs, she put her cunt, dripping with come juice, up against Dean's waiting mouth.
"There, my little fucker, suck away, suck my pussy. Oh, yes, yes, suck honey. Oh, oh, go to it you little fish..."
Dean had listened carefully to these instructions, and following them to the letter he had gotten down lower and had sucked and licked till he had cleaned all the sperm and love juice out of her lovely cunt. When he had licked the plate dry he got up and climbed on the couch, next to Mary.
"No wait, not like that. Straddle my chest, so that one of my nipples tickles your ass-hole. Yes, that's it; now wait and see how good this is going to be..."
Mary had stretched herself out on her back, placing several pillows beneath her head, as for Dean he was in place waiting with his pecker pointing at Mary's big mouth. Mary lost no time in grabbing up the little dong and placing her hands on either cheek of his ass she jammed his parts up against her face. For a long time Mary slurped away before the little pecker decided to get stiff again. She doubled her efforts and soon the little ding-dong gave a jerk or two and began to swell, suddenly a jet of hot sperm flooded her throat which she gulped down with relish. Little Dean closed his eyes once again lost in a revery of cunts and coming. After a moment he came back to himself and opened two dark ringed eyes filled with gratitude.
"Well baby, was that good; are you happy now?"
"Oh yes, yes, yes, it was wonderful. When are we going to begin again?"
"You've really taken to this, haven't you, you little devil?"
"Yes! yes, it's so good...good . .
"Give me a kiss, baby. Now get dressed quickly. Do you want me to help you? No? okay, but hurry."
Mary too dressed herself quickly.
When they were both dressed, Mary crushed Dean against her and kissed him on the mouth. Then, opening her handbag, she drew out some money from her purse and handed it to him. Dean refused to take the money.
"No, I can't, I love you too much. I don't want anything."
"How's that, you don't want anything! Come on, take it anyway, and buy yourself something. Go ahead and take it. I love you too; here give us another kiss-there. Now you'll have to go home, but be sure not to tell anyone, do you understand?"
"Oh no, I won't tell anything because I want to do it again."
"Yes, that's right honey; now go...go..."
"So long..."
"Goodbye, Dean honey.. . "
Once the door closed, Mary straightened out the sofa, and looked about quickly, making sure that nothing was out of place or could give away her little adventure; then she went out locking the door behind her.
She returned the key to the porter's wife.
"Richard hasn't come back yet, so I'll take a short walk and come back in about a half an hour."
CHAPTER XI
An hour later as Mary came back to the studio, Richard was just opening the door.
"Well, how do you like that, Mary! what are you up to, we haven't heard from you in ages..."
"Well my little Richard, I've come just to see you; as a matter-of-fact I passed by a little while ago, and went in all the same to admire all the nice things you've done since I last saw you. But I like that, you could at least give a girl a lass, no. Finally, oh, you still lass wonderfully. Say, what's the idea of smirking at me that way! What's the matter with me? Am I green? Am I beautiful? What gives?"
"Sweet little Mary, you know very well that you are the most delicious, most beautiful of women, and that you and I are the very best of friends."
"Oh, you know I'm beginning to get old, especially when I look at those nudes in there and I think of the models that must have posed for them."
"Come now, I don't know of another body as well formed as yours is."
"Sure, sure, it's been a long time since you've seen my body, if ever you did see me completely in the nude. As a matter-of-fact, I don't think you ever have."
"It's been just a short time ago that I was able to admire your body which was then truly a woman's body."
"What! How so? what are you trying to get at? you must be dreaming. Where could you have seen me just a short time ago? Come on now Richard."
"My dear Mary, it was just the other day that I was given the opportunity to admire your body, perhaps I'm making a mistake in telling you about.. . "
"Will you speak English, so that I can understand you. I'm terribly interested in what you're saying. Well, I'm listening..."
"It's all very simple. On a certain evening a month ago while visiting a friend of mine out in the country..."
"Humm..
"Yes, well as I was saying, there on the other side of my friend's hedge I saw by the light of the silvery moon a beautiful woman, all naked, drinking at the fountains of love with..."
"Stop there, I'll have to ask you to spare me the rest..
Not in the least bit upset or ill-at-ease Mary laughed with good humor, showing her beautiful white teeth framed by her pink lips.
"Well, I like that. I didn't know that you were a peeping Tom. But what were you doing looking through that particular hedge on that given night? I had been told that the neighboring house was temporarily unoccupied. Okay, now it's your turn to give some explanations . .
Without any hesitation Richard told Mary how it had happened that he had seen her at the garden party in question.
Amused and in a dreamy state, Mary had Richard describe the events of that night as he had seen them several times over: the Negro raping the girl; the fat man buggering the other; etc...., all the details which she had been unable to observe, busy as she had been...
"You know, I really think that they had given me something to drink. I'm not so sure that I agreed to all that of my free will, especially since the men there had nothing special about them.
"There's no doubt about it, with the exception of the Negro, all the men there were really not that tempting. If I hadn't been a little, high...Their tools were all below average; they were only good for two shots, and then the second-it took a lot of patience to get it. Ah, if only there had been some men like you there."
"Come on Mary, no compliments."
"I know what I'm talking about, I remember a certain night when I had to take a car to get home, a car you had to go and fetch. I was so wrung out that it took me two days to get back on my feet. I had come here at around eight o'clock, we went out to eat, came back to the studio, and then only in a few short hours you succeeded to put me in that state. I can't remember just how many bull's eyes your dong made that night, six or seven, maybe even more. But what I'll never forget is that while you were helping me into the car I felt your dick getting hard again inside your pants I Well, what do you expect my dear little Richard, of course I claim that it's impossible to find another man like you. You're handsome, you have a beautiful body, almost like that of a woman's. And you're hung with a magnificent tool that is inexhaustible, gentle, caressing, and thoughtful, you belong to a bygone race Richard."
After a moment of silence Mary began again.
"So you're going to get married to two women I understand."
"No, only one."
"Oh yes, I know what I'm talking about, officially to only one but unofficially to two. Of course, they're both beautiful and so in love: how could it be otherwise."
"Oh, I'm not so special."
"That's where you're wrong, and all the women that have known you say so."
Mary went up to him and putting her arms up around his neck kissed him passionately. Breaking away from him she gave him a look burning with passionate love.
"Listen Richard, as you're still unattached, and will be so for a few days still, give me just one more day or night, one night which I'll be able to remember for the rest of my life. Please honey? You will won't you? You'll have been my one great love."
They now sat down on the sofa where they repeatedly embraced each other and remembered a million little things which had happened to them in the three years that they had not seen each other.
"But how come you went out to that house where I saw you?"
"How? Well you know how it is in that milieu of artists and actors, someone invites you and before you know it you're off to you don't know where. But it's just in such a way that I met you, Richard.
"You know, I bet that you don't even suspect that there might be other kinds of milieus."
"I don't know what you mean."
"I know, I'm not being clear. What I mean is that there are other places that you don't even suspect exist where even you would be amazed at what you would see."
"In what sense?"
"In what sense! Why in the sense of pleasure, of course."
"Perhaps, it's true that I haven't been everywhere..."
"How would you like me to take you?"
"Ya! I should say! But when? Where?"
"Will you let me take you, and you won't be surprised at anything that happens? I know a club where only a very few people are allowed to enter. It's a beautiful little private place in the country near the city..."
"The place where I saw you last night?"
"You'll see, you'll see..."
"But when? Tonight?"
"I didn't dare talk to you about it, to ask you because I'm so filled with emotion at the thought that this will be our very last night of love. The blood in my veins is boiling. And you? oh, show me...quick..."
Mary unbuttoned Richard's fly and yanked out his cock ready for action.
"God, he's beautiful; he's even more beautiful than he was three years ago. Oh, let me, please...I'm burning up...I have to taste it; I want to die in your arms tonight...Oh wait till you've seen my cunt...It's on fire, oh yes, honey...I, I, want you so bad...ah!"
Richard with his dick at attention had taken Mary by the waist and thrown her on her back across the sofa. And without waiting another moment he plunged his ram rod to the hilt into her burning cunt. It happened very quickly, after just a few lunges they both came. It was perfect.
Mary was the first to come to...
"You're horrible, didn't I tell you to wait for tonight. Oh, honey that was wonderful, I've never come as good as that, not even with you. Boy, do you know how to fuck!"
"Darling, I know few women who can fuck like you. With you it's like being in heaven."
"Oh, you're just saying that."
"No, I assure that I've only known ten women in all my life with..."
"Oh, I have no doubts on the subject of how many women you've had."
"Well, out of all the women I've known there have only been ten or really six or seven who have really been able to give me a sense of complete fulfillment, and that's no bull.. . "
"Maybe, but that's because you have the sensibility of an artist which permits you to really come completely when you're in full communion with the person you're fucking. At the supreme moment you have to sense that she too is deriving as much pleasure from the act as yourself. But why are you smiling? Am I talking nonsense?"
"Mary, I couldn't have expressed it better myself."
"So you see, I'm not as stupid as all that. Give me a kiss. And now could I get myself invited to dinner..."
"Idiot, how could you even ask such a thing? I know just the place, a quiet little French restaurant that's not far from here."
"Any place is alright with me, as long as we're together."
"Now that that's settled, let's go and eat, and then well go to that mysterious house of yours..."
Richard stopped before a small restaurant not far from the studio.
"Here we are. Let's go in."
Mary hesitated at its appearance, but then Richard had exquisite taste so it must be alright. When they entered the wife of the owner received them with opened arms.
"Take the table in the corner, it's the best."
Richard examined the menu, and then ordered their dinner without asking Mary if she had any preferences. The food came and they ate and drank with gusto.
As they walked out of the restaurant, Mary exclaimed, "Well, I must say that the meal was really wonderful, and so was everything else."
"Well, it was exactly as I told you it would be.. . "
They walked back to the studio, talking like two old friends. They lost all track of time till Richard happened to glance up at a clock and noticed that it was almost ten.
"A quarter to ten! Let's hurry."
"Already? How the time has flown by. We should have left already. Say, Richard, there's something I have to tell you. You won't fall over? You won't be surprised?"
"What's this all about?"
"When I looked into the closet I saw that you had some women's silk stockings; take some with if you.
'What?"
"Yes, you heard me: where do you think I'm taking you."
"Oh, well alright."
Richard grabbed up two pair and stuffed them into his coat pocket. At last they were off.
CHAPTER XII
As soon as they reached the turnpike they were lucky enough to pick up a Greyhound bus. They sped on through the night and then suddenly in the middle of nowhere Mary stopped the bus and they got off. The night was dark and moonless and Richard was wondering exactly where they were...
Mary took him by the arm and they went up a lane which skirted shadowy fields...then to the left and then to the right; he was already wondering how long they were going to keep on walking when Mary let go his arm and murmured into his ear:
"Here we are, just wait a bit."
Richard looked, his eyes had by now become used to the darkness. There was a little door in front of him, concealed by overhanging foliage on a wall which seemed to spread out into infinity on both sides.
Mary pressed what looked like a door bell and the door opened automatically. They went in and Mary softly closed the door behind them.
"Follow me Richard, give me your hand." Several minutes later, after having walked through dark passages and come to a sudden bend, Richard saw a stone stairway and an open door at the top of it, letting out a large shaft of light, while a woman's voice from the top of the stairs said:
"Is that Mary?"
"Yes darling, and I've brought a friend."
Richard and Mary went up the stairs, and Mary was immediately kissed by the other woman who seemed to be waiting for her.
"Oh honey, darling, I've been waiting for you, come on in, you know everyone I think..."
The door closed behind him and Richard found himself in a very elegant salon, decorated with pictures, sketches and sculptures which denoted which female cult and which feminine grace was honored in the house...
"Sit down and rest, you must be tired after walking so far."
"Oh, it's not really that long and besides my tiredness will soon wear off among so many beautiful things."
"I must congratulate you on your admirable choice and taste in setting out this decor, it is really quite superb."
"You are really too kind, Mr...?"
"Oh how stupid of me, let me present Richard the famous painter."
"Really, do you mean to say that you painted the 'Innocent Girl' that I have admired for so long?"
"The same, at your service."
"But then I do know you, and I have known you for some time, since I have always heard people talking of you, and always in most flattering terms."
"And let me introduce you my dear. This is Mrs. Fitzpatrick, who is as beautiful and lovable as she is charming."
"Oh, Mary please!"
"Yes she is, and to prove it, a look at this, Richard."
Quite naturally and as if she was a longstanding friend in the house, Mary had unbuttoned the soft robe which Mrs. Fitzpatrick had thrown over herself to open the door. She was simply dressed in a silk girdle which although black was extremely transparent. It was like a bikini at the top but cut away so that the breasts were set off to full advantage, their pink tips thrusting forward. As for the bottom part it ended at the top of the thighs and was a kind of billow of floating lace.
Long silk stockings of the same color held up by red garters completed the picture.
"Look Richard, don't you think that she is wonderful? And just look at her hair, let me unpin it, you can do it up after. Isn't it wonderful?"
Mary had quickly unpinned the hair and it fell down on her shoulders in long luxuriant waves.
Mrs. Fitzpatrick smiled and let her go ahead, her breasts swelling. Richard did not say anything but his eyes showed his admiration.
They understood what was going on inside him and both women did not speak but waited as the three graces had once waited for the judgment of Paris.
At last Richard spoke:
"Quite superb, you are marvelous, just like a living statue...and you add so much natural charm to your physical perfection that I seem to be dreaming all this."
"What did I tell you Richard? And even then I was underestimating the reality when I said it. Ah, you'll find your master with her, my darling."
"Will you stop Mary, what is Richard going to think of me afterwards."
"Richard is worthy of you my dear. He is as amorous and sensual as he is beautiful, for he is really beautiful, he has the body of a woman which you will soon see. But that does not mean he has no strength, he is very strong."
"Mary, will you stop it..."
"Well it's true Richard."
"Let's get more acquainted, cut out this Mrs. Fitzpatrick stuff and call me Jo."
"Well we are both artists so perhaps the familiarity can be excused."
"Yes, do you know that Jo is a very talented artist but her specialty is flowers and not women like you. But Jo you have some other people to attend to so you go off to the salon and I'll show Richard around the house."
"If you will my dear, since I do have quite a few people. See you both soon."
Before going out through a small door which Richard had not yet noticed, Jo stopped for a moment and looked at him quizzically, making a little gesture of familiarity and saying again: "See you soon, Richard."
When she had gone, Mary took Richard by the hand and said:
"Don't you think that she is pretty, my darling? And you know when she and I get together we really make a pair! And she is so gracious and so lovable."
Richard did not reply since he was concentrating on where they were going...and perhaps thinking of the beautiful creature whom he had just seen.
"Look Richard, down there is the bathroom. Come I'll show it you."
Mary opened the door and Richard went into a sumptuously arranged bathroom. Apart from the tub, the room was disposed in an extremely artistic way...
I'll leave you now Richard, that little door there is the John...you'll find all that you want in here...and remember that birthday suit is the order of the day. Anyway I'll come and fetch you in a half hour. Now I'll leave you, and watch out, the water is very hot."
Mary went out and closed the door, going to a nearby bathroom which she knew well.
A half hour later, after having used the John, Richard got out of the tub not before having let the water out by pulling on a chain and cleaning it with a sponge. On the dressing table there was a little regiment of bottles and pots; he looked at them and saw apart from the inevitable eau de Cologne many different perfumes, beauty creams, and the whole arsenal of preparations necessary to feminine beauty.
After drying himself he rubbed perfume over the whole of his body, then seeing a large pot of cream he anointed himself all over and especially over his thighs and buttocks which had now a satiny white sheen.
He had just finished when Mary knocked on the door and came in.
"Oh Richard how beautiful you are...that perfume...and how soft your skin is...you're really going to send everyone tonight."
"Are there many people here tonight? What do they do here anyway?"
"I had better tell you now then. This is a temple of love as Jo has conceived it, but everyone is completely free to follow their own feelings."
"Then they have snow..."
"No there isn't any snow, or any morphine either. It's just letting go with the body, and allowing one's senses to become drunk with the perfume and the touch of so many other bodies."
"And what kind of people are they mostly?"
"There really aren't that many, and they are very rigorously selected. Mostly men, but men from the artistic world and extremely refined...as for the women they are equally well selected and well proportioned. And you will see that the men are all worthy of you, not as beautiful admittedly for you are without equal, but they have all got good instruments and they are disposed to all kinds of lovemaking. Now Richard your education will be complete."
"But what do you want me to do with these stockings?"
"Put them on...that's right...yes pull them up tight...now you really look like a woman...and your waist is so tiny. Turn round and let me look at you. Honey you look great. Now I know why everyone falls in love with you. Leave your things in the bathroom, it's Jo's so no one else w' come in here. Now put this robe on. Oh you are quite magnificent. Come, let's go."
CHAPTER XIII
They crossed the room where they were before, opened the door through which Jo had passed, went down several steps, turned to the right, opened another door and Richard found himself in a huge room with concealed lighting which gave the whole a kind of luminous effect. All round the room were little alcoves made with drapes but which left the center of the room free. The alcoves were filled out with piles of cushions, little Arabian tables, low foot stools and various other comforts.
There was an exciting aroma in the air composed of perfumes and tobaccos. And in fact Richard suddenly felt himself prey to a strange languor and a delicious intoxication as soon as he entered.
Jo came forward and took him to an alcove where Mary followed them.
She clapped her hands and another door opened and a magnificent Abyssinian Negro appeared and came up to them.
"John, I want you to attend to Mr. Richard's needs. What do you want? No, wait a minute I will order for you. Please go and get my cordial John, the real stuff I mean, and also some cigarettes, my special ones and come back here."
She turned towards Richard and continued:
"The rule of the house is complete informality! Mary, you sit down over there, and Richard here, next to me. Stretch out if you like; do you have enough cushions? If not, all you have to do is to clap your hands twice for John, and hell do what ever you want. Now, here we are all settled. Of course, I shan't introduce you to anyone Richard; the rule of the house is the maintenance of incognito. Needless to say, everyone here knows each other; however they have made acquaintance through more intimate means than a formal introduction. As a matter-of-fact, there's a great friend of mine in the next room. There, pull on that cord, and the drapes separating the two rooms will be drawn up; if you pull the other, the drapes will be lowered again."
Beyond the now raised drape sat a man dressed in pajamas, as was Richard.
"My good friend, may I present you to another great friend of mine, as for Mary, you already know each other. I hope that the two of you will get to know each other more intimately in your little corner, over there."
Jo got up and pulling Mary along went off into another alcove.
The dimmed lighting made it difficult to distinguish distinctly the features of the people scattered about the place. In one corner three bodies formed a white mass of flesh; in another a man against a woman; and it seemed to Richard that in the far corner two women were virtually glued to each other. But these impressions were all confused and mingled with occasional stifled moans. Strange perfumes entered the very pores of the scattered bodies and caused a heady torpor which awakened all the senses. Yes, it certainly was a temple of love.
"If I'm not mistaken, I remember Jo saying that you were a painter."
"That's right."
"I'm a sculptor, your sister art which in a way makes us brothers."
Thus begun, the conversation continued on an intimate tone so as not to jar the mystery of the situation. Soon they were next to each other in the same alcove.
"Why don't you call me Harry; it'll be chummier that way."
And so Richard and Harry were now in close proximity.
"Why don't you take off that thing Richard, so that I can admire you, as much as that's possible in this light. Wait, and I'll help you. There."
Harry too had removed his pajamas, and was now stroking the soft skin of his new friend.
"Oh Richard, you truly are magnificent. Jo had said you were, but she still fell below the mark of reality. Give us a kiss. Oh yes, and what a beautiful tool you have, and so soft.. . "
Harry moved his hands around to his buttocks...
"Oh, and your cheeks are like a poem. Please let me my darling Richard; what a lovely hole. Do you want me to love you like a woman? Stroke my dick; yes, that's it. Oh, you do that so well; oh yes, more, more..."
In a daze of sensual desire, Richard was already turning his ass to the erect rod which he had just been stroking...The act of coupling was accomplished without further delay. Having mounted Richard, who was on all fours, Harry had aimed his ramrod at the proffered orifice, and with one lunge had mastered the passage way. Richard rotated his rear in time with the in and out motion of the attacking tool. He contracted the muscles of his anus as if he were tightening the lips of his mouth. Suddenly he felt a hand take possession of his cock. With an almost violent gesture he forced the hand to release its grip. The strange hand did not make a reappearance.
Richard, who at times really felt himself to be a women, especially in an atmosphere such as the present, had wanted to remain completely in the role of a woman. He was experiencing an extreme pleasure at being buggered and from the knowledge that he was affording pleasure to his corn-holer. He had never permitted his cock to be caressed by any other hand than a woman's, as he had never been able to stuff his tool in a man's ass. And yet, whenever he saw a man's tool in full erection his natural instinct was to move his ass in its direction in offering. He had admitted to a few very close friends that whenever he saw a male penis his masculinity went into total eclipse, and from that moment he would be possessed by the desire of feeling the tool scraping into his ass-hole. And on such occasions when he would speak of it, his eyes would grow large and his breath short from just thinking about it.
But getting back to Harry who was still pumping away at Richard's shit fount-he had already had one discharge around which Richard had ardently squeezed his anus. Now he was grinding his buttocks around Harry's stomach in an attempt to keep his dong from escaping him. Soon his efforts were rewarded by the slow swelling of the latter's softened tool. And now they were off again, pumping, pumping...
Just as Richard felt that his friend's tool was about to give up the ghost for the second time he felt something brush up against his face. He looked up and facing him, pointing at him square between the eyes, was the rosy head of an enormous pecker. He suckled it in like a vacuum cleaner just as Harry shot his load into his entrails. The new arrival had been their unseen neighbor, who on raising the drapes, had watched for a time the amorous pair till overtaken by a surge of desire he had decided to get his share of pleasure.
But first let us be finished with poor Harry, who on coming for a second time, felt his tool shrivel up like an old prune and slipping gloriously out of Richard's ass-hole. He turned over on his back, then his side, and exhausted by his travail went to sleep.
As for the newcomer, Richard continued to suck his cock greedily. Soon the big tool gave a few mighty jerks and attempted to remove itself from Dick's suction tube of a mouth, but the latter grabbed the owner of the rod by the buttocks and held him tight. Despite the sticky flood in his mouth, Richard continued to suck away. The owner of the sucked tool renewed his desperate efforts to withdraw it; however his efforts were in vain, and to his joyous dismay his tool began to swell out once more.
For some time now two women who had been enlaced in a passionate embrace, were staring at his performance.
"Gee, he's handsome; he's scrumptious. You sure weren't lying when you told me about him-wow!"
"I told you so."
"Oh, look at them honey. Oh, look, the count can't take any more; he's closing his eyes..."
In effect, Richard had just succeeded in extricating a second discharge from the tool that he so assiduously had sucked on despite efforts indicating a contrary desire on the part of the sucked. Even now Richard continued sucking on the slowly shriveling member which he had so thoroughly emptied. Finally letting it go, the tool slopped across his chest as its proprietor crawled away into a corner like a broken dog, and lying down on the cushions he had quitted but a few moments ago, went to sleep.
Jo couldn't stop staring in admiration, as Mary whispered little observations into her ear.
"How do like that? Two times..."
"Oh baby, what a man, and so much woman all at the same time. Although I do think that Harry and the count had made love to each other at least once before-hand. But all the same what skill, what art! Oh baby, let me at him. I want to get some lovin' too. If only I were a man; just look at that ass of his."
While this conversation had been going on, Richard, who was unaware of the two pairs of eyes that were fixed on him, had gotten down on all fours and in a sensual euphoria was projecting, undulating and twirling his buttocks in mid-air as if he were performing a ritual rite for the purpose of invoking the god of buggering cocks.
Unable to contain herself any longer, Jo released herself from Mary's grip and threw herself on a startled Richard.
"Oh honey, let me give it to you. Take it, take it yes let me give it to you; there, there . .
Jo had mounted him from the rear and was performing on him like a male dog.
"Come, come, take it all..
Recovering from his surprise, Richard recognized his assailant and, on doing so, violently threw her off and in turn took possession of her. He spread her legs wide and after a short exploratory mission of a hand which came back scalded, he plunged home his ramrod. She, poor girl, simply went wild, biting, screaming, howling, spitting...Excited as they were, it was but a short time before they both came amid a shower of groans. Despite their mutual victory, Richard continued his pumping for a time, but suddenly, releasing his grip, he turned himself about and attacked the sticky cunt of his partner, who in the meantime found herself faced by a dripping dong suspended above her glistening lips. As a frog engulfs a fly...And so for a long time they sucked and licked at each other Like two people on the verge of death from thirst, till Jo started to come and at that moment Richard spread Jo's buttocks and shoved an agile finger up her ass. At that Jo came like a typhoon caught in a chamber pot. Richard now frayed a path along the greasy track between the cunt and ass-hole, running his tongue back and forth like a greyhound after a rabbit. Jo had several convulsive quivers more, but our indefatigable hero continued his tongue race.
Jo's head was pointing toward the middle of the room which of course meant that Dick's voluptuous rear was also pointing in that very same direction.
The above fact and their lovemaking had attracted the attention of several couples, and who now surrounded the pair like onlookers at a flea circus. Soon the crowd was gripped by a frenzy of heat and turned, helter-skelter into, a hive of fucking, sucking, and licking little bees.
All this time, holding on to the drapes for support, although already on her knees, Mary watched this performance with heaving breasts. However, all of her attention was fixed on Richard, who in truth was really the only man she had loved with complete abandon. Her vigil was a jealous one.
And Richard continued his labor of love surrounded by a heap of inert bodies whose sensual potentials had already been drained by the wild flurry of tongues and cocks. At last he became aware of the fact that Jo had been in a coma sometime. Raising his head he noticed the Abyssinian
Negro before staring at him with great intensity. Richard's glance fell to the bulging loin cloth of the Negro; he wondered as to its size, imagining that given the amplitude of the bulge that it must be enormous. Should he or shouldn't he dare? However his uncertainty lasted but for a second the call of the flesh being far too strong. He spread his thighs, protruded his buttocks with a suggestive wiggle in the direction of the Negro in a gesture of sacrifice. The Negro, having understood the summons, advanced slowly, removing his loin cloth as he did so, thereby revealing an enormous weapon, hung by a bucket full of balls.
At the sight of it, Mary held her breath.
The Negro directed the head of his unthinkable tool to the door so graciously offered, and inserted an inch's worth. Mary could see the effort Richard was making to facilitate its entry. Happily, the manifold deposits of come juice which had been effectuated in his dark interior now came to his rescue as the dark enormity of meat slowly entered the canal of forgetfulness till it was completely buried between the soft succulent buttocks. As for happy Richard, he thought his ass was going to burst, but no, as already pointed out, the come juices of before saved him. The Negro began a slow African grind, and Richard felt his rod going right through him till he felt its pressure against his urinary canal. Now the rhythm increased in intensity, the strokes becomring ever longer and with increasing force. From the way the Negro's breath was now coming in shorter and shorter gasps it became evident that the ultimate moment of pleasure was at hand. Then with a few brisk lunges the Negro suddenly let out a little cry like that of a child's and crumpled to the floor. At that moment Richard had experienced the sensation like that of a fluid hot poker course through his entrails. He almost lost his senses; never before had he felt himself a woman with such intensity. To his joy, after but a short moment the Negro began again, going at it as if his tool were a piston: compression stroke, I exhaust stroke, intake stroke, fire. Suddenly after a long period of ecstatic pleasure the Negro gave such a hard lunge that he raised Richard's rear right up into the air. He had come again, drowning Dick's entrails once more with joy juice. Slowly, ever so slowly the Negro withdrew his ramrod. It glistened like a black elephant's tusk in the dim fighting of the room. When finally it was completely withdrawn it flopped down against his thigh like a long rubber hose. Dick turned about and stared at the source of his most recent ecstasy, at the sack that hung low beneath the limp dong emptied of all its fluids now happily gurgling within him.
He continued staring as the Negro drank a long draught of an aphrodisiac beverage prepared especially for Jo. Suddenly two white and perfumed arms encircled his torso and two succulent lips met his own.
"Oh, my little Dicky, my love one, my master; how magnificent you are. I came just from the joy of seeing you come. Oh, just look around you honey, and see all the bodies that you've laid low with your ardor, with your flesh. Oh baby, now us. How about it? Us, now, us..."
"It's you, my darling Mary. I'm fucked out baby. I'm tired."
"No sweetie, you just stay where you are, and don't move..."
Getting up quickly, Mary went and fetched Jo's special liquor.
"Here darling, drink this. Drink as much as you can hold..."
"What is it?"
Taking up the decanter she carried it to her lips and drank several mouthfuls.
"Now you baby. It's special liquor that Jo had made for her after a recipe that she brought back from India. A few moments after having partaken of it gives you back all of your former vigor. What am I saying? It doubles your former vigor. It sets your blood a-boil. Now drink baby."
She carried the decanter to Richard's lips, and he drank a long draught.
"Thank's sweet, that's enough."
"Don't you want any more? Come on there's only a glass full left."
The decanter was suddenly snatched from her hands. Surprised, both Mary and Richard stared up as the woman standing between them, clutching the decanter.
"Leave me what's left, please Mary, leave it to me..."
At the sound of her voice Richard looked at her more closely and finally recognized her.
"Why if it isn't old Rosy. But what are you doing here. Well how d'ya like that."
"Now hush-up Dicky boy."
And to Mary:
"Don't you go makin' a fuss honey, I knows Dicky boy since ages ago. I'm leavin' him to you for tonight honey chile. I'm just feelin' so good."
These remarks were engendered by the fact that on seeing Richard's reaction on seeing his old acquaintance, Mary had indeed clung to him in a most possessive manner.
"Now Mary, you know I love you," Richard whispered to her.
And now the two women embraced, Mary having been reassured of keeping Richard, at least for the time being.
"like you all, darlin' Mary, I been watchin' ol' Dicky boy's performance for the last two hours, and man that is no human, that's a livin' God. I just come from watching him do, as I know you did gal. I done see you mussin' yourself up. And now watch me go; I'm gonna come like nobody's ever come before!"
As Mary had again pressed herself up close to her Richard, Rose bent over to whisper in her ear.
"But Rose, you've never tried it before..."
"All the more reason honey, just look at all those dead-eyed fish floppin' around here...Why we're the only ones with an ounce of spit in 'em yet."
Richard took another look at her. She was good and hefty, but very beautiful.
Rose, as was Mary, and for that matter all the women there, was dressed in a sort of transparent silk bathing costume, only that it was open at the breasts just so the nipples and part of the flesh protruded, and again it left the cunt area exposed, encircled by a fringe of lace. The only thing that differed from one costume to the other was its color. This made the women much more desirable than if they had been entirely nude.
As the women, the men also wore silk stockings, for Jo considered a bare leg, especially a man's, as most unaesthetic, and most out of keeping with her temple of love.
In the meantime Rose had wandered off, and now stood in the middle of the room finishing what was left of the magical liquor. Suddenly, Mary and Richard, who till then had been watching her, were gripped by a hot flush which coursed through their two pulsating bodies. The liquor had taken effect. Clutching at each other like mad animals they rolled across the floor. In no time, Richard, who had again found himself re-invigorated, plunged his superb tool deep into Mary's depths. In a matter of moments they both collapsed amid groans of sensual pleasure as they both came.
After a short pause Richard began stroking away at her again, slowly and gently this time.
Rose, still standing where she had been when we last lost sight of her, was frantically looking about her for a source of relief to her inflamed desires. For a moment she made as if she were going to throw herself on Jo, who was still sleeping stretched out on her back with her thighs slightly spread apart, her rosy cunt breathing the hot air. But Rose changed her mind. What was the use of attacking sexually an inert body, no matter how beautiful or tempting. She was breathing hard through clenched teeth, her breasts so hard with desire that they hurt, she was desperate. At the sound of a slight rustle behind her she whirled around and saw standing not far from her, staring at her intently, the Abyssinian Negro, his tool jerking up and down in anticipation. For but a moment they gazed at each other. Their lust had reached its limits, especially in Rose's case who at each little quiver of the Negro's cock felt herself go faint.. .
Almost casually the Negro advanced toward his prey, till his chest pressed up against Rose's red hot teats. Still in the same premeditated way, the Negro picked Rose up by grabbing her by the buttocks and carried her to a pile of cushions where he threw her down on her back, spread wide her thighs, and placed himself between them. First he spit on his hand and lubricated his monster cock and then spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers, as he brought forward his cannon. Quietly he inserted it into the orifice, and then spit on it again at feeling a slight resistance to his advance.
Rose hadn't made a move, nor emitted one mumblin' sound. She waited stoically to be possessed by the male animal.
And then the Negro bore down with a violent thrust and buried his dong to the very hilt. Rose's legs stiffened, she closed her eyes as the enormous cock distended the walls of her cunt; but no sound escaped her.
Finally the Negro started pumping her with his oversized plaything. As time went on his movements increased in rapidity and intensity. Rose began to moan with pleasure. His breathing became heavy and gasping. Soon their concerted sighs of pleasure rose to a hoarse pitch, growing in volume till they approached genuine yells. Then Rose began letting out intermittent screams like those of a woman giving birth.
"Ah! Aaaaah! Oh, ooooh, Ah!"
The superb Negro continued without slowing for a moment; then suddenly he stopped, and as he did so Rose let out a piercing scream, and closed her eyes.
From the corner where Richard and Mary were fulfilling their lust, long sighs could be heard, not as loud as the above, but loud nonetheless, and again they continued without interruption. The second coming was drawing near. Even though both were making desperate efforts to prolong their pleasure the moment came when no longer able to hold back they both came with a scream of pleasurable pain parting their lips.
The room fell silent with the exception of a few snores rising from some of those that were sleeping.
With a quick backward motion, Mary disengaged herself from the cock that had just fucked her and threw herself onto Richard, who taken by surprise had fallen on his back. Shoving her cunt in his startled face, she grabbed his limp and dripping cock in her mouth and sucked, sucked...Under the impact of such passion Richard too, spreading apart the lips of her vagina, found her still blood-swelled clitoris and began sucking, licking, sucking, licking...Then he spread her dimpled cheeks and shoved his finger deep into her shit hole. Mary did the same for him. Such was the beginning of the most perfect of imaginable 69s.
As for our other couple, after a moments inactivity the Negro began fucking Rose all over again. But not for long, for after but a short time he pulled out, and flipped her over onto her belly. Rose didn't resist. Meanwhile back at the rear door the indescribable dong was taking aim. Soaked with gook as it was, it met with very little resistance as it plowed its way into the narrow passageway. Not till it had penetrated to half its length did things bog down. But not to be defeated by a lack of room, the Negro gave one mighty thrust which sent Rose's face deep into the cushions on which she had been pinned. Now she too could appreciate the joys of being corn-holed.
How long did the amorous embraces of those two couples last? It is impossible to determine.
At last the Negro pulled his limp and sticky tool out of Rose's rear. She remained motionless, as if dead, probably thinking that the monstrous dong was still buried in her entrails. At the same time Mary and Richard were just coming back to their senses after having come again in their respective mouths.
Rose turned over and then got up painfully. She walked a few steps, stumbling over the cushions scattered about on the floor. The Negro had moved off and stood at some distance, his tool hanging limp along his thigh. She looked about her till her gaze fell on Richard and Mary still lying on top of each other, although without a movement of their tongues or members. Once again her bosom began to heave mightily, her eyes to glitter, her belly to protrude lasciviously. Was it the action of the liquor? It was as if she had a hot poker up her ass. She went toward the prostrate couple. Richard got up and had to help Mary, who was unable to stand without his support. She spoke to Rose, but her voice was barely audible.
"Rose, Rosy dear, I'm-I'm dead, just dead..."
She opened her eyes wide in amazement on seeing the look in Rose's eyes, and realized that she was by no means satisfied.
"Don't tell me you want more! Jeez, you're incredible Rose."
Seeing the Negro where he still stood dazed, his dong hanging limp, Mary again took measure of the lovin' Rose has just experienced.
"Christ, Rose, you are not to be believed."
"Honey, if you only knew. There's fire in these veins of mine. I could set fire to Rome by just pissin' on it. Just touch me, but watch out you don't blister your hand."
Turning about she suddenly shouted:
"John! Harry! Do somethin' to plug me up before I just fall out of myself."
As John disappeared behind a door, Richard gave Mary an enquiring glance.
"Do you know what you're doing, Rosy, honey? You've never tried it, and it's been nearly a month that it's been without it. You're crazy Rose."
"Mary, honey, I told you I'm burning up and I've just gotta come or else I'll simply go. And don't forget, I didn't have ol' Dicky boy to cook my cabbage."
Mary snuggled up coyly to Richard.
"Oh yes, but I'm all done in. I couldn't take any more. He just killed me, simply murdered me."
Rose went up to Richard and gave him a long kiss.
"After havin' seen you work like a nigger with a pick, how do you expect me to go on another minute without getting some lovin'. "
CHAPTER XIV
The first glimmers of dawn have chased away the shadows of night from the country temple of pleasure, now still the temple of sleep. On the branches of the tall trees the birds have begun to sing.
Just a few hours ago Liz officially became Mrs. Richard...With Madam de O, now a widow, they had gone off to this country retreat far from the insipid and noisy atmosphere of the big cities, and far from inquisitive eyes.
The newlyweds had entered their nuptial room in the company of Madam de O, who left quietly only after the two young people were engaged in amorous play. From the door she gave her darlings one last admiring look before retiring to her own room. Several hours later a ray of moonlight illumined her radiantly happy face as she slumbered. Perhaps she was dreaming of all the long days, months, years of love, of fucking ahead-and all the delights in which she would take part-at the sides of her two beloved children.
