These fifteen works-some written as long ago as the turn of the century-have until now been "underground" items to U.S. readers, more widely whispered about than read, published-if openly at all-only in Europe or Asia. Some truly anonymous, others attributed to famous authors of vast reputation, the pieces in this collection represent the cream of a half-century of short-prose erotic literature.
INTRODUCTION
Eugene Field (1850-1895) was one of the United States' better known journalists and poets. Born and educated in Missouri, he traveled extensively in Europe, where it is generally accepted that, among other genre pieces, he contributed "Only A Boy" to the already considerable wealth of underground erotica hypocritically banned in his homeland.
Practically at the same time he was writing the children's verse that gained him his international reputation for wit and humor, he found it impossible to restrain a blow for verbal freedom. Are similar wishes hidden, sub-surface, beneath his lines for "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod"? "Little Boy Blue"? "The Little Peach"? Did his column "Sharps and Flats," in its twelve-year run in the old Chicago Morning News, ever dare to speak out so boldly for the right to speak freely itself?
What inroads he could have made, given a little more courage with which to do battle against the then puritan establishment.
One can only suppose that the anonymous narrator of "Only A Boy," is none other than Field himself, at the age of twelve, telling dear friend Clara all about the generous married lady of thirty who opened the doorway to delights for him.
A really rare item, unknown except in hand-copied manuscript versions in three private collections (and two of those, incidentally, in Copenhagen), is the short but delightful piece, "A Lady of Virtue." The manuscript version credits the author as a Parisian, one Sebastian Melmoth. But the work is very, very British.
Closer investigation, of course, disclosed that Melmoth was the name assumed by Oscar Wilde in Paris after he was released from a British prison where he served two years for sodomy. Wilde's reputation, both in a personal sexual direction and as a major literary figure, is too well known to catalogue here. Nevertheless it is a certainty that "A Lady of Virtue" points more than a sharpened finger at the London of Wilde's time. Perhaps the Lord Wimbledon who is so boastful was an acquaintance of his, and the so thoroughly cuckolded Squire Lawrence a personal enemy. At any rate, the manuscript does reveal the usual Wilde wit at its erotic best.
Richard Amory, single-handedly, has shown the world that man can admit the possibility of a different kind of love. A very masculine and very deep love that can be shared with all. With almost contempt for stereotype swishes, Mr. Amory revealed the world of the totally "butch" (if one has to use a repulsive vernacular word to make a point) homosexual, and proceed, through the three volumes of his "Loon Songs" trilogy, to make of that love a thing of pride. And, totally incidentally, he acquired for himself an international reputation as the author, the voice, for an alarmingly large regiment of men who freely admit to hearing the song of the loon while turning deaf ears to limp-wrists' flopping.
"The Bare Skin Trade" is a totally original fragment, never having appeared in print anywhere before. Mr. Amory says it is an "interlude" between Cyrus and Ephraim, principal characters in his Song of the Loon, that was originally designed to illustrate to Cyrus that he could love different people in different ways with no loss to himself of personal-empathy love for someone dear. Clear?
Whether or not the events of the "Loon Songs" trilogy are known to you, "The Bare Skin Trade" stands staringly complete in itself, as a prime example of contemporary gay literature.
The even dozen narratives remaining in this collection represent the very best examples of short erotica available after exhaustive searches through many private collections. They span the years from 1899 (the earliest entry) to the late 1950s, and manage to cover, en route, every conceivable variation on the theme of love.
Please forgive the archaisms that may intrude on your reading pleasure, and do remember that these are representative samples of erotica through the first half of our century, and are assembled for that reason alone, nothing more.
Odd, isn't it, how true that the more things change, the more they stay the same?
ONLY A BOY OR A SUMMER AMOUR
The thorns which often prick us most Are found among sweetest flowers
Friend Clara:
An incident in my boyish life tonight passes before me in all the tinting of a panoramic view; and as my thoughts run back over the checkered pathway of forty years, which has sprinkled my hair with gray, filled my life with thorns and orange blossoms, to a month that has left its imprint on my whole life, I wish that I possessed the power to reproduce the picture in all its colors, and do justice to the work which, at your request, I undertake tonight. I regret that the favor you ask is one which compels me to write of myself. To a modest man, lacking that phrenological enlargement that as a rule in men and women predominates in such a lamentable degree, the position is embarrassing; and in the perusal of this, I trust your eye will rest on the unpleasant character I am, as little as possible.
I was born 'neath a warm sun and pleasant skies; where the air was freighted with the blended odor of the magnolia and jasmine that heightened the senses; where everything had its bud and blossom almost at his birth, where the dreamy languor of the voluptuary seemed inherent in all; where even in those which here in the North would be termed children, the sexual spark only waited for contact to flame up in its power; where girls were mothers at thirteen and grandmas at thirty. But up to my eleventh year, I had known only books and sketching-a sweet-tempered, linen-dressed boy, who lived out of the sunshine and ignored the innocent deviltries of youth; who looked upon girls as horrid; whose life was rounded by a pony, books, pictures, and the flowers in the conservatory. But changes for good or evil take place in every life. It came to mine; and on that sweet, sighing summer day in my twelfth year, when Cupid threw apart the silken curtains, revealing beauties of which I had not even dreamed, my hand lost its cunning; to books I said farewell, and ambition was dead. That was a day of fate. How bitterly I have cursed it since; how cursed her who snatched me from my little heaven with its delightful anticipations and chaperoned me through the hot-house of passion, where every beautiful flower was filled with a subtle poison which racked the nerves, sapped the life and deadened the brain. My introduction to the pleasures and mysteries that have ever been associated with the couch of Love-the keen relish for which has blasted the family hearthstone and overthrown empires-was not entrusted to a novice; no timid, simmering girl, taking her first steps toward the realization of the anticipation of forbidden pleasures, but to a woman-a woman of thirty, who being an apt pupil under the skillful manipulations and teachings of a husband for a term of years, had herself become a preceptor in all those delicate points that surrounded an amour with such delights and rosy tints.
How plainly do I see her tonight! How much keener my appreciation of the wonderful piece of anatomy that time only still deeper imprints upon my memory; the standard by which from that time all female perfections and loveliness has been gauged. Ah! She is before me again, and this time unveiled. Look at her! Is she not beautiful? Note the poise of her head, from which her glinted golden hair falls in such a wealth. See those amber eyes; those wonderfully chiseled lips, so red, pulpy and moist; her fair cheeks tinted by their reflection. Her shoulder-how perfectly and exquisitely moulded-rounded with the same finish of her beautiful, swelling globes, so daintilly pinked and tipped. What belly, back and hips ever had the graceful curves of thine? And you! Rounded arms, white swelling thighs and full dimpled knees (in your warm, fond pressures of years ago I feel you again tonight) was the mould broken with your completion? Gone? Yes! only in memory now.
We all of things for the first time;
Whether sorrow, pain or bliss.
The house on the Sound those with whom I lived had taken for the summer months was very small, only large enough for three and the servant, but it was delightfully situated in a perfect Eden: where all was soft air, perfumes, flowers and singing birds, and as I recall it now, just the spot for lovers and the complete enjoyment of stolen sweets. One day a carriage rolled up the gravel walk to the door. A beautiful woman was handed out, and everything tended to show that we had an unexpected guest. As I stood there with my black, long curling hair neath a broad palmetto hat, dressed in white pantaloons and a green jacket with brass buttons, my face reddened with the sun's rays on the water, she stooped down and kissed me tenderly many times; and as I remember now they produced a very different sensation from any kisses I had ever known before-I liked them; but I did not know why it was that I hung around her all day and thought her so nice. After she had visited all the forenoon in the house, during which time I had learned that she was the wife of a gentleman who was a friend of my father, but who had gone to California for his health-I am willing to gamble ten now that he had consumption-she took my hand, and we went for a stroll around the place, along the beach and up into the lovely woods, with their tangled grasses and wild flowers. What to me then was all that snowy linen; those beautiful ruffled skirts, as she pulled them up to step over some stick or bramble-she did not seem to care how high-revealed the daintiest of feet and legs of such matchless beauty that even a cigar store Indian would lose his head at the sight of them. Ah! how many thousands have longed to live over again the first part of a life with a knowledge they had acquired in the last. Could this happen to me, what a different color the picture of which I am writing would have.
In a dense shade, where the sun could not penetrate, we sat down on a log; and after she had taken off my hat and run her dainty white hands through my hair, she placed my head in her lap, and, pulling me close to her panting bosom, she placed her pretty lips on mine and held them there, with her eyes shut, until sometimes I stifled and almost lost my breath; then she would take her lips away while her eyes sparkled and her cheeks reddened clear to her hair. There was something about it all that I liked, for I would ask her to do it again; and she, exclaiming, "Bless my little man," would press me to her again and kiss me until my lips and face were all wet from her lips. Each attack and each pressure seemed to create for me some new and delightful sensation I had not known before, and then, where my little pantaloons buttoned in front, I had a pain and a great hard lump that hurt me, and in my innocence I told her about it.
"Let me see," she said kindly; and one of her hands, that had so many pretty rings on her fingers, stole down and unbuttoned my pants; and then, what I had never seen more than two inches long, and soft as baby's flesh, was standing out full five inches and terribly swollen. I was awfully frightened at the sight and the pain, but she took it in her hand, telling me "it was no matter," and I seemed to get better right away. Then she kissed it four or five times and bit it gently, after which, she put it back and buttoned my pantaloons again. I wanted her to hold it some more, but she said "No, we must go back"; and before we reached the house, she made me promise on my life that I would never say what she had done or would choose to do. I would have done anything for her, for I tell you she had made a willing slave of me in the few hours that had followed since her arrival.
During the time between tea and the hour for retiring, and while she was in conversation with the older ones, I hung about her knees playing with her beautiful hands and looking into her wonderful eyes but I soon felt that I was not as much to her as I had been out in the woods, and signifying my intention to retire, I was informed at the foot of the stairs that I was to sleep across her bed at the foot.
I took off my clothes, then had my regular evening sponge off, put on my little short nightshirt, and then turning back the coverlet very carefully, as per last instructions, placed me a pillow and crept in. I lay for some time, thinking of my afternoon's experience, and the strange and delightful sensations that had been awakened by my newly-found acquaintance, but I could not solve the problem; and, while wishing that the night would be very short, so that when day came she would take me walking again, I fell asleep.
I do not know how long I slept, but I seemed to be dreaming that someone was tickling one of my ribs and I awoke only to find that I had a bedfellow, and that it was a pretty pair of feet that had been playing with me. I was wide awake in an instant, and had them in my hands. How soft they were. Gradually my hand stole higher up than her feet-up her limbs so round and smooth, but I did not know why I did it, unless they were so soft and warm. The moon was shining brightly through the window, and the room was light as day. I turned over and there was her pretty face and those great eyes looking at me.
"Come up and I will take you in my arms," she whispered, and I was less than a second getting there.
Oh! How she hugged and kissed me, and how nice her plump bare arms felt to my face and neck.
Then she carelessly unfastened her chemise and I saw what I had never seen before in that way-two beautiful bosoms at once. How pretty they looked, so white and so round, in the soft moonlight. She rubbed them, panting and heaving, over my face and lips, and then whispered to me to "bite them," and as my lips fastened over the little hard tips, her breath almost burned my face, and I felt a new joy that I had not learned in the woods, and I realized that I was swelling again as I had in the afternoon of the day before. Then I felt one of her warm hands steal down and take it, while with the other she took my hand, rubbed it up and down on the big part of her soft legs, and then to the softest, prettiest thing I had ever felt in my young life, where she left it.
Oh, what a plaything I had found, so soft, curly and juicy; and as my hand found a delicate opening, she jumped as though I had hurt her. Then I felt her open her legs wide apart, after which she whispered to me to get in there and he on top of her, which I did; and, as she pulled my little shirt up, I felt my bare belly fitting close to hers, and that her chemise was clear up to her arms. Then she kissed me and hugged me again-I thought that she would break me in two; and whispering to me to do just as she told me, she reached down and took the little fellow that was killing me with pain and placed it where I had my finger when I thought I had hurt her. "Now you make it go in," she whispered, and she raised her body clear from the bed with my weight on her, and when she settled back it was in; and she gave a great sigh, as I had heard people do who were in trouble. Then she squeezed me and bit me, and seemed to be trying to rock me in a new kind of cradle; and taking me by the hips, she would push me off and pull me back, never letting that little fellow get out of the nest where she had placed him; and while I felt a tingling sensation in my fingers and toes and up and down my back, she would roll her head on the pillow from side to side, saying, "Oh, oh, oh!" I whispered to her that I thought I would have to get up to "pepe," but she said, "No," and putting a towel under her hips, she suddenly locked her legs over my back; then, bending her back high from the bed, she panted and held me so for a second, trying to reach my lips, but I was too short-then I lost my senses and everything got green, and I felt that I was bleeding in and all over that pretty little plaything on which I had been lying for ten minutes. Her arms and legs unloosened, and I rolled off from her shaking like a leaf; but she kissed me and whispered that I would feel better in a few minutes, and I did. Then she got up carefully and, taking the towel, she went to the washstand and did something, I did not know what (then), and coming back to the bed she took me in her arms, telling me that I must never tell; and asking me if it wasn't awful nice, she kissed me a few times, made me kiss her, and with my head on her pretty bosom, we fell asleep.
"Wasn't it awful nice?" Well, I should say it was; the little heaven I had created had all been knocked into a cocked hat by the one she had created for me. I smile when I think of my innocence-smile when I reflect what a public benefactor I was at that tender age.
The next morning, after a kiss and a look at the pretty bosom and white bare arms, I received my instructions as to how I should act; and putting on my clothes, I went down stairs, kicking gently for having to sleep across the bed.
She was a lady of culture and refinement, saw things to be done and did them with a will; could prepare the choicest of pastries, and by her winning way was soon a welcome guest at our cottage on the beach; but who dreamed of the bond-those most intimate of relations-that had so suddenly been established between us.
Breakfast over, at which she was asked the usual questions as to how she had rested, and if I had made her any trouble, etc., all of which received the proper replies, I took her out in my boat in the cool of the morning for a ride; and more than once I caught sight of her pretty legs peeping out from her snowy drapery, that had suddenly grown to have such significance for me. She sang to me on the water, while I rowed and watched what little of her limbs were in sight; but I had a strange desire, for one of my age, to see more, and I said: "Mrs. B-, you, have such pretty legs, would you let me see them higher up?"
She said: "Why, certainly, my little man, I will do anything for you," and reaching down, she gathered her dress skirts and ruffles and held them clear up over her face. Gods! What a picture-the tight-fitting stockings; the blue garters above her knees, and the white, bare thighs. Then the skirts went down again, but the picture was left in my mind.
In the afternoon, we strolled out into the woods and sat in the same place as the day before, when she sang to me and told me stories. She was silent for a while, then turning to me, she said: "My little man, for you are a man, what we did last night is what those do who get married. My husband is sick and for nearly a year has been gone for his health, and for months I have been almost dying for the pleasure your little body gave me last night," and drawing me to her she kissed me rapidly. I felt very proud of myself after what she said, and immediately asked her if I might do it again when she came to bed; and with a smile she kissed me and said she "would see about it."
She knew the power her beautiful legs had brought upon me, and on the way back she revealed them at every opportunity; and when I asked her if I might put my hand on the little beauty-spot, she said: "Yes, but be quick," and I was; but I did, and she liked it as well as I; and the reaching down, and putting my hand up under her rattling skirts to the mossy charm, created the same intense thrill that characterized the same attempt in my later years.
Before we reached the cottage, she charged me to be sure and eat a hearty supper, and to always eat plenty of meat and eggs and to drink milk.
Ah! How well do I know now why she was so careful in looking after my diet. Meat, eggs and milk! Oh, yes. I think I have followed those instructions every day from that time-from then till now-thirty long years with their lights and shades.
After tea was over I, for the first time in my life, experienced a high degree of restlessness and impatience. What was it I wanted? I got out my drawings; they had grown dull and stupid. I turned to my books, but they were unsatisfying, and bidding all good night I went to bed, but not to sleep. Twas she and only she. In the bed, with its tender memories of the night before, I grew even worse, tossing and longing, the moments stretching into hours, while I waited for her coming.
How my heart beat when at last I heard her footstep on the stairs. As she came in, I feigned sleep, and bending over me, she kissed me with her hot lips and I was happy. Then she went to the mirror and began taking down her beautiful hair, which loosened, fell below her hips. After she had unhooked her dress and taken it off, she unfastened her skirts and stepped out of them, and taking off her corset, she stood before me in her short ruffled chemise, while she toileted and coiled up her lovely hair.
How beautiful and fascinating she was as she stepped out here and there, and as she stooped to pick up this and that from the floor. I peeped under her little shirt and saw the white bare thighs that I had seen in the boat-that had held me so tightly the night before. Then she sat down and unlaced her shoes, and drawing the stockings from her beautiful legs, stood up again.
"I like you," I said to her in a low tone, and she stepped to the bed, whispering, "You little rascal, have you been awake all this time and watching me?" I inclined my head, and putting my arms around her neck, whispered that I had been waiting so long for her to come, and that I thought she was so nice and pretty.
"Bless your heart," she replied, "do you think so?"
I answered "Yes," and asked if she wouldn't please take all off, and, looking at me a second, she shrugged her lovely shoulders and the chemise slipped down to her feet; and then I saw her all at once from her full neck to her toes-saw what I had longed to see-that little beauty with golden hair which had almost killed me with joy the night before. "Now are you satisfied?" she asked, and she bent over me, while her bosoms rested on my face; and as I put my hands on them as though to keep them, she put on her chemise-then took it off again-and putting out the light, came to bed.
I was less than a minute getting by her side and she was less in getting me in her arms. I knew now what she wanted; what I wanted; the ice had been broken. I was an apt pupil, and the secret fire of my youth had burst forth in all its fury. I bit her arms, her belly, her legs; bit and sucked her rosy nipples; kissed her from head to foot; tickled her little beauty with golden curls; got on to and off from her; put my head between her hot, fat thighs; which pressed it until I thought it would split, sported from knees to lips in a wild delirium of new-found ecstasy, her breath burning my cheeks as I rested for a moment with my head on her beating bubbies.
Then, holding me tightly, she put a sudden stop to my gambols, and sliding her hand down to her little friend, who had attained his majority-and was no slouch for twelve years, I assure you-she put me on my back, and bending over me she nibbled him gently with her red, damp lips; and then, falling on her back, she lifted me, as though with iron force, above her, and opening her quivering thighs, let me down gently, saying, "All ready," and taking in her hand the pet who was eager for his duty, she gently parted the golden hairs, and having fitted him, locked her arms around my body, and, raising her buttocks from the bed, I pressed gently down and she fell back with a smile and glowing cheeks.
The motion she had produced in her way the night before, I now felt that I could perform without assistance, and as I did so she tried to kiss me, and whispered, "That's right," her voice fluttering so that I thought she was choking. I had found the secret of her pleasure, and hers was mine; and as I alternately tickled her, briskly, then gently, I remembered a suppressed, fluttering moan, which I now know was the acme of bliss. But I grew tired and fell where I lay; yet linked together the bliss went on in a delicious throbbing, that can never be told. Soon she gasped, "More! more!" and I loving her so strongly that I would do anything for her, began again the gentle movement.
She whispered to me, but I was getting deaf and blind with rapture; and then I whispered to her that it was coming; she straightened her snowy legs, drew them together, threw her belly up against mine, loosened her arms, quivered from head to foot, gasped, "Now then!" and as a thick mist gathered in my eyes, I felt the hot stream go from me to her and it was all over.
"Oh, you sweet boy," she said, as she pulled me up to her lips, kissing me and biting my neck, "you don't know how happy you have made me tonight-how you have satisfied my restless, burning fever," and getting up, she went to the washstand, where she remained a second or two; then, putting on her chemise, she came back to bed and taking me in her arms, I fell asleep while she was smoothing my hair.
On the following morning, I awoke as bright as a dollar and happy as a lark, and, after raising and peeping under the thin cover, through which the sun was shining, lighting her beautiful, velvety skin with a rosy tint, I ran my hand all over her beauties here and there, petted the little flaxen-haired darling, crawled up to her bubbies and nibbled them a while, and then, with her morning kiss upon my lips, I went downstairs and out to see my pony, that for two days had seen less of me than he had at any time, since the day he was given to me as a reward for my diligent course at school.
How many times, since the days which I am recalling, have I thought of that little cottage and wondered if fate had ordained that my room should be above the close-curtained parlor that was seldom used, and never after the sun was down.
Ah! Wise heads, I would that your confidence in the innocence of your boy had been less strong; then the seeds of an engrossing passion which have ripened and borne fruit these long years would never have been sown.
How long it seemed to me before she came down to breakfast. I could think of nothing but her and the many beauties she had unveiled to my young eyes and vivid senses; my only thought to feel her kisses and dally with the pretty charms concealed beneath her whitest of skirts and pretty embroideries. But she came and I was happy.
That day, she complained of headache and we neither went boating nor walking, but remained at the house all day; and when she came to bed, she took me in her arms, but did not kiss me much, and told me that I must go to sleep and not to think of that, as she was feeling badly. Her words cast a gloom over my young life, but I did as I was told and bore my grief in silence. On the following day she was well again and in her usual happy mood.
We bless that which antidotes pain And sunshine is sweetest after rain.
After dinner, the sun being behind the clouds and not too warm, we went down to the boat for a ride. She talked to me while I rowed and kept my eyes on hers, and observing that once in a while-my eyes glanced toward her little feet, she seemed to know by intuition what was in my thoughts, and up went all that hid what I longed to see. The sight sent the blood to my white face, and, as she put down her skirts, she looked at me and, smiling, said; "My little sweetheart, if you will row to some nice, quiet little spot, where no one goes, and we can be alone, you can lie between the legs you think so pretty and like so much." I was a little tired of the oars, but at her words I grew suddenly strong, and being near a long strip of land that ran out into the Sound, I pulled up to the point and we got out, and had walked but a few steps when we came to a nice little grass plot, on which we sat down, after she had spread out a light shawl that I had observed on her arm as we went down to the boat.
With the exception of the twittering birds and the water washing up against the shore, all was as still as death. The great pines and cedars that moan so in the summer air were even still, while the absence of the sea breeze among the jasmine and honeysuckle made their odor almost stifling there under the dense foliage.
"Oh! little one, ain't this nice?" she said to me as she took off her hat and tossed it to one side; "what a nice time we will have alone in the lovely shade"; and putting her arm around me she fell back on the shawl, taking me with her. We were both on our backs, looking up among the green leaves. Soon she drew me closer to her and asked me what I wanted, and as I placed one of my hands on the bosom of her dress, she began to unhook it at the neck one by one, until all were undone, and I saw them peeping out over her chemise so white and round. Then she unclasped her corset. By this time, I was on my knees, and unbuttoning her chemise, I turned the corners back and took the pretty things, all undressed, in my hands. Then I bent over them and kissed them, bit them gently, then sucked them, and it seemed to me then that I would have given my life to have one of them all in my mouth.
I was feeling good all over as she pulled me down to her and kissed me in such a new way; she seemed to cover my whole mouth with her lips and sucked it all in between them. I felt her hot tongue in my mouth and almost down my throat, while her breath came hot and her bubbies rose and fell. I turned and saw her skirts above her knees, and as with one hand I reached down to pull them up higher so as to feast my eyes, I felt her hand working into my pants and tickling the little eggs that I thought would burst with pain. I had just got my hand on the little bird's nest, that was such an infatuation to me, when she said: "Jump up quick and take off your pants."
As I arose to do her bidding, and unbuttoned my pants from my jacket, what a delightful view I had of her many charms, and those bare thighs! how intensely inviting do I remember them. My pants off, I walked to her and stood over her, the little soldier standing hard and proud. She put out one of her hands and took hold of it, and then raised herself until her lips could touch it. Oh! how she squeezed and bit it, all the time muttering some little words of affection. Then, springing from her, I put my head down between her white legs and kissed little goldy until she rolled and moaned and said she could stand it no longer.
"Do it now! do it now!" she said, and as she threw her thighs apart, I crawled between them and rested my weight on her belly. Then I felt her warm fingers arranging things, and when she had placed her pet as she wanted him, I felt him among the parted curls that seemed all wet, gliding so smoothly until it was all in, and our bodies close together. "Oh! what delight!" She seemed to be doing the same thing with her mossy lips that she had with the others when she kissed me a few moments before, and I felt that she would draw me to her very heart, body and all, as she lay there murmuring: "Oh, you sweet boy! Now you do it to me nice," she said, as I drew him back gently and then plunged him back quickly. I felt her body drawing and writhing under me with some new motion of her buttocks that I had not felt before, which was highly electrifying to us both; but how wet and smooth she was there. Soon she began to draw her legs up and then straighten them but again, her hands squeezing her bubbies, while, with her eyes shut, she rolled her head from side to side, a gentle moan escaping her half-opened lips.
"Now! Now! Quick! Quick!" she said, as she opened her eyes and started suddenly. I felt that I was dying with delight, but I immediately began knocking more vigorously at her little gateway, and as she locked her legs over my back, holding them so tight that I could not move, I felt a tingling, twitching sensation of delight, and in a second her velvet-lined lips were sipping the hot stream of my youthful passion. Her arms fell lifeless at her sides; her fat legs dropped from my back, and the smile on her beautiful face spoke more than words.
While I was putting on my pants, she went away, but was soon back again, and, kissing and hugging me a few times, we went down to the boat and home.
Ah! how that woman in three days had crept into my life; I was hers, body and soul; she was my sunshine, my life; no thought that was not of her, no act but that tending to gain her smiles. I could look in her face and eyes for hours and never weary of it. Little did I know then what the heart was; what it could suffer; what it could stand; and yet how short was the time until mine was put to the test.
The days came and went, but there was no abating in my desire to see her charms; to know the delightful intoxications that I found in her arms. She did not always humor me in my desires, however, knowing that for her pleasure I must have time to recruit to be equal to her passion, but she was always kind and gentle, and outside of the act, never denying me a wish in the looking at or feeling what I chose. How often, while standing, has she allowed me to stoop down and get under her skirts, and with my arms around her hips, let me bury my face high up between her swelling thighs until I almost suffocated.
Yes, the mould was broken after those hips and legs so well shaped.
Unexpected pleasure
Doth highest pleasure round.
Two weeks had almost elapsed since the day she came, and still our relations were unsuspected.
One day she wished to go to the city and return in the evening. On her promise to take good care of me, I was allowed to accompany her.
On arriving we went to a hotel and were placed in a lovely room. We ran about the stores until noon and then to the room, and after putting off our things, went to dinner. She ordered for me just what she said I must eat, and while there were things that I wanted, I did not let her know it, but obeyed her in everything. After we had finished our dinner we went to our room, and after closing the lower shutters, she began taking off her clothes, while my eyes were wide with wonder. One thing and then another were taken off, until finally she stood with nothing on but her stockings and chemise. She seemed to hesitate a second, and then taking those off, she threw herself on the bed with her hands over her head.
How sweet she was, and as I stood looking at her, she said: "Come, my little man, ain't you going to take yours off and come and lie with me?"
I was going to be in heaven again, and I had mine off in half the time she had taken, and was as naked as she when I stepped up and stood beside her.
Taking her playmate in her hand, so soft and white, she tickled him a while and saw him grow, and after nibbling me a little on my belly she threw her arms around me and tossed me over on the bed, and, straightening me out full length, she drew me close to her hot skin and covered me with kisses. As soon as she loosened her embrace, I had my mouth on one of the nipples of her snowy breast (and as I remember now, that act struck every electrical wire in my body-it does yet); one hand over the little "poulter" nestling in the soft of her thighs, and as my finger found its way in slowly, she rather liked the two sensations; her cheeks growing redder each moment, she grasped the fellow, who, at his full size, was throbbing at her side, then, jumping up quickly, she took the pillows and throwing them together on the bed told me how to lie on them. When she had me bent over them to her idea, that which she was longing to feel wedged in her mossy lips was standing up hard and proud. Then getting over me in the right position, I felt her place it between the hot lips, and after a gentle motion on her part, it was all in where she seemed so delighted to have it. "There, now! ain't that nice?" she asked, with a look of mingled joy and pride, and then she began to slide up and down on it (in a peculiar way that I have not known since), her bosoms jumping with every move that seemed to send fire through my veins to my brain.
I could feel that she was making me awful wet where we were linked, but the sensation was hot and delightful; and as she kept at work, I saw her grasp her bosoms as though she would crush them; her motion became more rapid, her lips swelled, she shut her eyes and threw back her head, flung out her arms and drew them back again, and as she trembled all over, my delight reached its height; and as my love messenger took wings and flew, she fell forward on me with all her weight, almost crushing my bones. She lay panting and gasping for a moment, and as she jumped to the floor I saw that he who had given her so much comfort, also my belly, bore delicate crimson stains. She saw it, and blushing deeply said it was no matter, and sponging me off, I put on my shirt and lay with my face to the wall as she had asked me to do. Soon she came with her chemise on, and taking me in her arms, we went to sleep, my face resting on her white bosom.
After awaking we arose and dressed, and at eight were at the cottage.
Ah! naught so bright But sometime will luster lose.
That night brought a change in her. When she came to bed, she as usual let me get in her snowy arms, but the kisses I had learned to love were missing. She allowed me freedom with her bosom, but with any attempt to put my hand under her chemise she took it away, saying: "No; no more."
Ah! in those boyish days, I did not know that nature had ordered an armistice in favor of the little citadel which had so often been stoned, stormed and entered. The last rapture that I ever knew lying between her voluptuous swelling thighs was on that day she took me with her to the city, and that night my young, boyish heart felt its first aches and troubles.
Two days after, she kissed me sweetly at the gate, saying that she would never forget me (it has been mutual); and when the carriage that took her away was out of sight, the sky seemed darkened, the grass was dead, the flowers had lost their perfume and beauty.
My heart seemed like a lump of ice. My life followed on after that carriage-followed her for days and weeks out on the long miles that lay between us. I grew nervous, pale and restless. I could eat nothing, and that bed was so big and lonesome that I could not sleep-only lie and toss, while my fevered brain sketched and re-sketched the beautiful life figures which she had unveiled to my eager eyes. Books, flowers, drawing, pony-all things of the past. The juice of the orange I had sucked was still in my mouth; the spark she had discovered and fanned was burning me alive. The strain at last was too much; memory was lost in unconsciousness; and on the same bed, so hallowed by the lingerings of the past, I was battling with death.
After long weeks, I was victorious, and when strong enough, returned to school. But ah! in those few days, she injected into my veins the sweet poison which has remained for years.
I sacrificed health and ambition, but in exchange took my first lesson in an art that has puzzled the world; which in later years has been held in high appreciation; which now I sometimes think repays me for all.
Trusting that in the perusal of this you will be rewarded with all the pleasurable emotions that you anticipated-that I have written nothing to burst the front buttons from the pantaloons of my gentlemen friends, nor bring the dear girls to the use of a long-necked cologne bottle to quench the flame in their electrical generators, my task is finished.
THE BARE SKIN TRADE
BY RICHARD AMORY
After so very long living in the wilderness, trapping animals, living and loving almost like Indians, Cyrus and Ephraim were headed back to civilization. Ephraim, nearly nude, was wearing only the briefest of loin cloths when they finally came to the Willamette, flowing broadly and peacefully through a gentle, smiling plain. As luck would have it, right away they found a long, deep canoe, well hidden and covered with underbrush for someone else's future trip. Only they borrowed the canoe then, and pushed off from the bank, headed downriver.
They saw an occasional Indian, a few trappers, and several wiry, sun-browned settlers hoeing their fields. Cyrus bartered with one of these for the pants he was wearing, figuring that Ephraim would attract too much attention in Fort Vancouver dressed as an Indian. He offered the farmer a beaver skin hat, worth many times the price of his pants. The farmer accepted readily, and started to pull off his pants.
"The only thing is," he said, "how am I going to get back to the cabin? I'm not wearing anything but these pants."
They laughed at his problem. Finally he looked around warily and said, "I don't know what I'm worried about; there's nobody back there anyway," and he pulled off his pants, tossing them to Ephraim. He put on the hat, smiling tightly, naked, but he didn't turn to go.
Ephraim glanced at the man's cock; Cyrus was staring openly, admiringly. It was long, hanging from a wiry, blonde-haired belly. They lingered, reluctant to go.
"Well," said the farmer, smiling nervously, "is there anything else you want me to trade you? All I have left is my bare skin."
They all laughed; Ephraim stepped back and raised his hand tentatively in farewell, feeling they should go. But the farmer nodded at him, and said, "Why don't you try them on to see if they fit?"
Ephraim looked at Cyrus, and saw an almost imperceptible fluttering in the eyelids, meaning that he should.
"Well, all right," Ephraim said, and began to pull off his leggings. He hesitated, however, knowing that his cock was beginning to harden.
"Go ahead," Cyrus said, noting his hesitation. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
The farmer was standing with his hand on his hips; as Ephraim loosened his loin cloth the farmer's cock began to lengthen and stand out. Ephraim untied his loin cloth and stood naked, the pants in one hand. The farmer stared at him, still nervous.
"The weather's suddenly gotten kind of warm," he said in a low voice, "and there's something I have to do about it, if you don't mind." He clutched his penis with one hand, and began moving it back and forth, slowly.
"Wait," Cyrus said. "I just remembered that I was going to take off my clothes too." He tore off his shirt and pants; his cock stood out strong and heavy.
The farmer stared; sweat began to trickle down his forehead, and he grasped his cock again. He breathed deeply. "That was certainly a friendly thing for you to do," he whispered. His hand began to move faster.
Ephraim grasped his own cock, and glanced at Cyrus. "One of us," Cyrus said, "should help the man." He touched the farmer's arm, to stop him. "Why don't you lie down?" he said, and the farmer sat, leaning back on his elbows, legs spread, cock standing straight in the air. He was looking at Ephraim.
Wordlessly, Ephraim knelt between the man's thighs and took his cock in his mouth. The farmer groaned softly with pleasure. "My god, that feels good," he said. Ephraim ran his hand up the muscular belly, under the soft buttocks, caressing, enjoying the softness.
Then he felt a hand on his cheek, and the farmer pulled back. Ephraim sat up.
"I was about to come," the farmer breathed, "and I don't want to yet. I want to look at you some more."
Cyrus came closer and sat down, and Ephraim stood up. The farmer's eyes followed him.
"You are very pleasant to look at yourself," Cyrus said, smiling. He touched the man's knee and stroked upward, along the inner side of the farmer's thigh. He was breathing heavily.
Ephraim knelt by his side, suddenly fascinated by the action of Cyrus' hand on the stranger's thigh, his hairy arm brown against the blonde man's skin.
The farmer's muscles twisted and stood out with desire as Cyrus touched the base of his cock with his fingers; his chest rose and fell as he felt Cyrus' tongue on his cock. His eyes were on Ephraim's penis, and Ephraim moved closer, resting on one knee; the long, wiry-strong fingers reached out to caress Ephraim's cock, and Cyrus went all the way down, hungrily almost; Ephraim bent closer to watch the rhythmic movement of Cyrus' head up and down, the eager thrusting of the farmer's hips, the straining muscles leading down his belly, losing themselves in blonde belly hair. He came with a violent trembling in his hips and thighs, eyes finally shut, one hand on Ephraim's belly, the other clutching Cyrus' shoulder, caressing his beard.
They sat up, and the farmer smiled shyly. He was panting somewhat, and his forehead and chest were streaked with glistening sweat. He ran his fingers through his hair self-consciously. "I should do that for you," he said, hesitatingly.
"You don't have to," Cyrus murmured.
"But I want to," he returned softly. "You can't go away like this. And besides, I'm not tired; I'll bet that five minutes after you're gone, it'll be hot weather again. Only trouble is, I can't take care of two of you at once. That is," he added quickly, "if you want me to."
"Well," Cyrus said with a grin, "I can take care of myself. Would you want to watch?"
This, too, Ephraim wanted to see. "Yes, go ahead," he said; he felt his spine crawling with excitement. They stood close to Cyrus; his hand moved slowly up and down his penis until the head was swollen and glistening, spreading, throbbing. His face was intense, watching his own cock, then Ephraim, then the stranger. He stopped and stood with his hands on his hips, smiling, cock swaying, then began again, faster this time. Ephraim stared in fascination. Cyrus' body tensed, his hand moved faster, his balls swinging heavily between his things, and the semen shot out convulsively in long white arcs.
Ephraim suddenly felt a mouth on his cock. It was the stranger; he leaned back on his elbows, absorbing the feeling of heat and sweetness, and came almost immediately.
Wordlessly they picked up their clothes; the farmer went with them back to the river, carrying his cap, still naked. He was smiling with inner delight and pleasure. As Cyrus and Ephraim shoved off, he said, still smiling, "Be sure to stop by here again if you ever need another pair of pants." They laughed quietly. "And," he added seriously, "I'll be looking for you. I enjoyed myself more than you'll know. Get's pretty lonely here sometimes."
"In two or three weeks?" Cyrus said.
"Oh, yes!" the farmer cried. "And plan to stay a while." Shyly, he added, "There'll be smoke coming out of my ears for weeks, just thinking about it." He gave their canoe a final shove, and turned quickly to go back to his cabin, the cheeks of his bare ass waving good-bye as he walked away.
A FARM OF STRANGE FRUIT
The springtime came softly in. I had just arrived at the home of an old friend of mine. Yes, Denise was not only a friend from every point of view but she was an excellent farmer. When I got there everyone was in the fields working. I was preparing my lunch and was just about to dig in when the door opened.
A gorgeous little blonde with curly hair, blue eyes and the cutest little chin you ever saw walked into the kitchen. She had a pad under her arm and her hair was tied in a bun. The vivacious lass was wearing red socks and high-heeled shoes. The socks were commonly seen on the farm but not the high heels. The youngster had a delicious rear end and her tight small breasts pointed straight ahead, looking ambitious and proud.
"Aunty isn't here, is she?" she asked in her child-like voice, a bit troubled.
"No, little one, but if you want to come in and wait a while, I won't mind at all."
"Are you sure I won't disturb you?"
"Don't be silly." I looked for a chair that was usually in the corner. She pulled it close to the table.
"Well then, I'm going to do my studying. It's vacation time and I'm going to take advantage and use my time intelligently."
I have never seen a green fruit which I didn't want to sink my teeth into. That's the way I am and nobody is going to change me. I knew too well that her aunty, Denise, who was my good trustworthy friend, would not be back before one.
I had all the time in the world to prepare my heavy artillery. However, I could not risk being imprudent, since dealing with a minor is always a delicate affair.
It so happened that it was morning and I was still in my pajamas which was leisurely opened here and there, but I was completely ignored by the gamin kid in front of me. I employed an old trick to get to see her better. My spoon dropped carelessly and I stooped down to get it which naturally forced my head under the table.
I was a little disappointed. My charming young companion had her legs crossed. Nevertheless I could make out the shape of her thighs and they met my entire approval.
Without touching anything, I was able to judge the quality of the material underneath that tucked in her skirt. I could well imagine how soft the skin was, and fragrant too. But I couldn't see anything for she had her legs really locked together. The only thing that I was able to deduce was that her tuft of hair leading to that cherished domain was probably golden and shiny.
All of a sudden I thought that a slip of a kid like her would not really think that this was some sort of ruse and in all probability imagined me to be looking intently for the spoon. The only thing that might have tipped her off was the feeling of my warm breath on her bare legs.
During this little escapade under the table my prick unloosened itself from my pajamas. It is useless to tell anyone how large it got. However, I had no intention of masturbating until I came to the surface.
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
"You mean the spoon?"
"Yes."
I was a bit red around the gills. "What are you studying?" I tried to change the subject
"Oh, just some geography. It's interesting, but I don't like to study all alone. That's why I come to Aunt Denise."
"Well you should come and sit right next to me so that I'll be able to help you. You know, you haven't told me your name yet."
"Janey, and yours?"
"Pat."
I was looking her over as she brushed up against me and my lunch no longer interested me. She was slightly rose-colored and she lowered her pretty eyes as she approached me.
I took my left hand and used it to close my pajamas flap preventing my cock from jumping out unexpectedly.
She did not suspect anything and sat down close to me.
Her thigh rubbed up against mine and her shoulder nudged at my bicep.
I noticed that her armpit was heavy with blonde hair and it was evident that this was a country girl and not a shaven hussy from the city. All at once she told me.
"I ought to study the outlines of these two hemispheres. I really don't understand what I have to do, because I missed the important points. You see, I have to compare the two. It's too bad that you don't have two hemispheres that you carry with you then I would be able to understand through a simple demonstration. If you can help me, I sure would appreciate it. I would even show you how thankful I can be."
I have often felt during my lifetime that women had a special way of describing their hidden desires. I was truly wondering what was going on in the head of the tiny waif. I didn't dare speak. Instead I just sat there like an idiot.
This whipper-snapper who I was desirous of having, was beginning to excite me no end. I was getting as hard as a moose. She was either subtle in her perversity or just plain fantastically innocent and I wasn't sure which it was. She asked me to make use of her two behind cheeks which would be the best available means of demonstrating what she meant. Whatever that was? To think that she was offering me the objects of my desire. It was just too good to be true.
I recuperated and tried to keep my mouth from falling open once again. I attempted to look the matter over sternly so I took the little wench by her middle and gave her a precautionary lecture.
"You should know, Janey, that I am much older than you and am prepared to satisfy you in more ways than one. But it would be disheartening for me to hear you complain because of one thing to another due to your two hemispheres. Especially when they are located in a region which you don't want to see me explore. Isn't that right? I am very serious and I don't want to take advantage of your apparent innocence."
"I don't doubt it. But I'm giving you a free pass. Make use of it. Where would Columbus be if he had hesitated? Why he would never have discovered America."
I was completely stumped, but I was getting all the more hot. My penis was up for action and I felt it looking at the bay of my pajama window.
I began the lesson without a second's thought. My right hand moved along her backbone down to the middle of her rump. I was quite aware of the sudden rise in temperature as my hand went underneath the cloth.
Swiftly I squeezed her hard flesh and massaged her behind. My thumb made a half circle and indicated to her a sharp valley which resided in the middle of two mountainous regions. Those areas were supple and firm and slippery. I was finally in the valley of my desires.
"Do you see, Janey, I have a double hemisphere in my hands exactly the same as it is presented here in your geography book? Now I am covering the other half of the hemisphere. This one represents America and the other one is Europe. And down here, well that's part of Asia."
Between two hemispheres there is always an ocean. I had my hand right between the hemispheres slap in the middle of the ocean. And then, of course, there is always the volcanoes. But I only found one and that was her tiny anus.
My pupil was not protesting. She was twisting a little and she bit her hp. She showed her excitation, or was it surprise, all over her face. Janey's eyes glowed and rolled up toward the ceiling.
"You're wasting time if you don't penetrate the situation to its fullest intent. If we're going to work at geography we should have something to work with."
She was reprimanding me and I was never so pleased as to hear this delectable morsel bawl me out a wee bit. I lifted up her skirt and my hand pinched her warm buttock. Her skin was like satin. My other hand was active and it moved up toward her two nipples after stopping for a rest on her rounded plain of a belly.
I couldn't hold back any longer and balanced her on my knee. Her eyes were drunken with desire. Two hungry lips met mine and our mouths melted together. I tried to get her legs apart but she pressed her legs together tighter than ever. She whispered in my ear:
"I'm going to open up my pussy, but you'll have to open your pajamas. I want to see your prick and squeeze it in my hand. I love to do it."
I got up and lowered my pajamas and presented my handsome cock with its superb balls.
She kissed the tip and drew me closer to her. What wonderful audacity this precocious child showed.
I wanted to raise up her skirt and take her there. I was tired of waiting.
To my great surprise, she resisted by bringing her thighs close together and pushing her behind well away from her normal sitting place. I became so excited that I tore her dress purely by accident. And she was slightly nude. I saw her belly which was so nicely rounded and white and my eyes were glued on her breasts which were barely covered. I can't describe the condition that this sight put me in. Needless to say my ready rod was at full charge, prepared to strike.
But Janey was on the defensive. She dipped her head forward and took my joy stick in her mouth and inside of ten seconds she was sucking away like an old trouper. Her tongue movements were excellent and I gave myself to the expert little whipper-snapper. But what I wanted most of all was that mound she held tightly between her legs. She was too good at the old blow job and because she reminded me of an ancient prostitute, I got soft and my dick shrunk at rapid speed.
The girl tried to counter attack and it showed that she knew many tricks of the trade, but she couldn't do anything about it for I wanted to devirginize her and if I had to fight for it I would. And that's what happened.
With all my force I dragged her into her aunt's bedroom. The bed was undone and Janey was able to make out a trace of liquid which was glimmering on the sheets. Two hours before I had ejaculated onto the healthy thighs of aunty Denise.
I thought I detected an expression of jealousy which flashed in the youth's eyes.
"You're not going to have me. You'll just have to content yourself with my aunt this afternoon!" she added ferociously.
"I saw both of you through the keyhole and it was awful. It made me masturbate."
She looked drunk with passion and her blonde hair was wild on her feverish head.
I grabbed her and without a moment's hesitation, I felt her ripe nipples. Suddenly and unexpectedly, she calmly said to me, "Screw me in the ass, will you? I haven't had it there for a long time."
I turned her around and her face was buried in the come I had discharged earlier. She arched her back and her ass-hole was open for penetrating.
I changed my plan and decided to feel around her breasts for a while. I cupped each tit with the palms of my hands and my fingers pressed on her nipples. Then I stuck my cock between her thighs, but she squeezed me tightly to her and would not let me enter. She did not budge an inch. It was then that I ordered her to spread her legs.
"No."
I pinched her teats and once again commanded her to open up.
"You brute. I won't."
"Call me darling."
"No."
My nails dug into her soft flesh. My fervent rod was plunging deeper into her thigh area.
The little tyke was opening up slightly but I still wasn't free enough to do as I wished. I was tattooing the right breast. All at once I felt something soft and warm. She was going to open up and I was surprised to hear her murmur.
"Darling, I don't want to. I have already sworn to myself that hole will be open only for the man I love. My virginity shall be only for the man I love and who will be mine for the rest of his life."
Her head fell onto the bed and my staff advanced by small degrees. Was I not the man in question? My anger dropped.
Slowly, ever so slowly, by shakes and starts, I entered the head of my dick and then my whole prick in that small aperture.
She was truly a virgin and began to cry with pain. I had to go in and out at least twenty times before I was able to stuff it in all the way.
But her complaints and her screechings got me and, out of pity, I abandoned my desires. I didn't want to make her a young mother or perhaps it was just out of disgust that cut me off suddenly. I just lay there for a few minutes until she recovered her senses.
After a time, I heard her call to me softly.
"Pat, come here" She was sitting up now.
"You're not nice, but I love you all the same. Since we've rested a bit, we can begin again and this time I'm sure I'll have much more pleasure. Did you have yours?"
"No. I quit when I saw you suffering like that."
"You're awfully sweet. Give me your lips, Pat darling. Promise me that it won't be aunty that you'll choose from now on. Come closer. I want to suck you and that is all I can do today and this way I'll pardon myself for my poor behavior."
Janey accomplished her mission and then carefully prepared her toilet. I didn't get in that day, but I wasn't without hope. My petite blonde left the farm about noon.
I spent the rest of the afternoon taking a siesta and reading.
Night came rapidly and naturally I spent my best time in the arms of my friend. I was not too good that night and my performance was less brilliant than usual. My companion was philosophical about my role. A woman who is expert in the matter of love knows how to keep the precious moments that a male will bestow upon her and not make any further demands. She will cherish every loving caress and make good use of it.
I spoke to her of Janey's visit and she didn't seem to be worried about it. She merely mentioned that Janey was wide awake when it came to the question of sex and she rarely missed a nuance that passed between a male and female. I could not contradict Denise in the slightest.
The morning found me in better shape. Denise saw this and took good advantage of my renewed force. Her legs spread to the limit, I dug my penis right into the bottom and we began our love seance. She was as hot as a firecracker and her movements were vigorous.
She turned to me and asked, "Haven't you come yet?"
"No."
"All the better. I'm going to come twice again, so take your time."
As for me, I didn't care. I had my eyes opened when all of a sudden I saw the blonde kid, Janey. She was dressed in a short skirt and was wearing a red ribbon in her blonde hair. She was sitting on a bench in the comer of the room with her legs apart and her pussy was bleeding.
Janey laughed and told me: "There you are, my poor Pat. You can't screw with aunty so easily and however, that's all she asks for. Take a look at my hole. That should be able to excite you. There you can see all of it this time. I see you're getting harder all the time. Oh, how happy aunty must be."
I probably must have fallen asleep, because my voice crying, "Janey," woke me up.
"You must have had a nightmare, darling-" My host was startled as she climbed off me. "Don't you realize that you exploded all your juice in my cunt and now I have to clean out those little demons. To think that you came in me while thinking of someone else. Aren't you ashamed."
"Why?"
"Because Janey is going to live here by herself for a few days. What will she think if she hears you screaming out her name every morning like that."
What could I say? Was she suspicious of something or was it my imagination?
The next day Janey came to the farm with her valise and school books.
She told her aunt that school was closed due to the sickness of her teacher.
Denise did not pay too much attention to this news.
"You come with me to the fields then," Denise said, and I had the impression she was mocking me for she saw that I did not look happy at all. She smiled and retracted her statement.
"Perhaps it would be best if you stayed here and attended to the kitchen and the house cleaning."
"Oh, all right," Janey agreed. "Can Lucy come and keep me company?"
Once again I was the victim of a new deception. It was too evident that Janey did not want to continue with the exploits undergone yesterday. She was taking every precaution in order not to succumb to the terrible temptations of sex. To call in a third person, well this would certainly keep her safe and chaste.
I threw a look in the direction of her aunt Denise. However, I did not notice the least bit of a smile.
"Very well. Lucy can come. Try not to eat all the jam that I have in the pantry. I remember last year."
"Oh, Aunty, don't be silly. We're grown-up girls now. Lucy is already fifteen."
"Okay. Pat will look over you and see that you don't get into anything and he'll even help you with your studies. And I want you to obey him as you do me. Understand?"
"As for you, Pat; don't hesitate to scold them if they misbehave. Just lower their skirts and let loose." She gave me full reign in the matter. How agreeable.
"And if a spanking doesn't help, just take one of those branches in the corner and wop them good."
"Well, if it isn't Lucy. Did you hear what I had to say?"
"Yes. But I'm not afraid. I'm always well behaved." She was quite sure of herself.
This was a kid with dark brown eyes and a very clever look. Her hair was cut short and though her little body was not the best, she was certainly desirable. Lucy was brazen for her age and she did not hesitate to take me in as I examined her in turn.
She had something degenerate about her, but for someone who-likes his pleasure, this sort of handicap in general, becomes a great asset. New and pleasant things are thought of by these vicious little darlings in the confines of love.
Denise called me aside and began to speak softly and carefully.
"I have just brought you one of the best tarts in this region. I don't doubt that she learned it all from her father. He must have taken her from the behind at a very early age. Lucy would drink two healthy glasses of rum every night which would put her in an arousing state. There happens to be a bottle of rum in the pantry. Do what you want? You'll be able to study this interesting case and document it for your future examinations. After you have had your fill let her sleep a bit. Either this evening or tomorrow we will call her father and put all in order as though nothing happened."
Denise was thoughtful and knew me very well. I approached my two young friends and decided to carry out Denise's fine advice.
Janey was seated at a table with her legs crossed and she appeared to be absorbed in some book.
Lucy was sitting on the floor and she did not make an effort to get up as I entered the room.
"Are you looking for some jam?" she questioned me.
"I am looking for something. But I don't know what and besides what the hell do you care?"
"I've got an idea. How about a little drink? Let's say a rum." I wasn't coy about it.
"Terrific idea that."
She prepared to receive the warm liquid by undoing her blouse and permitting her two little breasties to take air.
"You see, I knew what you mean. With me you won't have any trouble. And besides just look at that bulge in your pants."
I looked at her in such a way as to appear astonished and to let her know that she was beckoning me on. It was the wee Lucy that was tempting me with all the old viciousness and smooth tactics of an expert pro.
We drank to each other's health a second time. Janey refused to touch the stuff. Lucy not only downed her second but when she saw that my glass was only half empty she asked if she could have the rest.
"If you're not thirsty, Pat, may I have the finish of it. I'm dying of thirst."
"Go ahead if you like."
When I came back from the cupboard where I replaced the empty bottle, Lucy was on the floor in a very seductive position. Before, she was rather reserved, and now she was showing me absolutely everything.
She had her red skirt rolled up to her lower belly. The darling showed me her sex and all the time she had a finger around the lips of her hole, lightly jacking off. She pointed to her ass-hole, and said to me: "Take me here. Let me have a gander at that big stick of yours. I'm anxious to see it, you know."
My cock came out on its own accord. It was big and swollen and I had never seen it like that before.
"Hey, Janey, come on over. You don't think just one of us will be enough for that huge monster, do you?"
Janey seemed somewhat frightened. I had to kiss her on the mouth to give her some confidence. A quick suck of the tongue put her in a better mood. She dropped to her knees and she wanted to suck me off, but Lucy would have none of that and pushed her away.
"Get away from that, you nut. I'll show you how to take care of a man."
She turned herself abruptly and with her elbows on the table and her ass in the air she presented me her rose bud of an ass-hole, while saying: It's no fun having a gal unless you can stick your prick in her rear right up to your balls."
Well if that's the way it was to be, I wasn't going to back out of it. The impertinence of the country girl stirred me.
I aimed well and touched her bud just as she was beginning to shake in a frenzy. This didn't help matters at all and I had a difficult time entering. And then, I don't know whether it was the alcohol or what, but I went soft and just hung flat in the crevice of her ass.
Janey was laughing her head off.
Lucy was hungry for her pleasure and insisted upon having her share.
She got her pleasure about a half-hour later.
I was all ready for an extreme case and I was equipped with a carrot which I stuck up Lucy's ass-hole. In the meantime Janey tried to bring me to a decent pitch by sucking me off.
I finally grew hard enough for an attack in the rear end. I put Lucy in a good position and had her spread her legs wide apart. Even Janey applied some Vaseline so the operation would be more successful. My finger got in easy enough.
After I tried the carrot it went in and out easily and then I knew I was ready to try my prick in that coveted hole.
Soon I was in her all the way up to my balls.
"Ah, you're in me. I can feel it. Janey, come here and finger my vagina. Oh how nice it feels. Rock in me with all your force. It's so good. And, Janey, you're doing a good job. I'm flowing all over. Pat, don't come too quickly. Hold off for a while."
I pumped up and down for I don't know how long. Janey told me she had already come three times. Then I started to feel my sperm creep up and I discharged to the last drop into the lower depths of the succulent
Lucy.
That afternoon was dedicated to sleep and rest. My two young companions were told to behave and take a nap. I told Lucy to watch over Janey and not to excite her.
"I'm not going to use her for my pleasure. So don't worry." Lucy was arrogant in her response.
Denise was very curious to find out what had taken place so she invited me to the afternoon cinema which went on at two o'clock.
We were hardly in our seats when Denise reached in my trousers and pulled out my dick. She caressed it so well I got stiff immediately.
We weren't at all interested in the short subjects and she was sitting on my hand and jacking herself off right underneath her dress.
"I'm getting wet, you know."
I used my rain coat to hide my wandering hand which reached over to caress her damp pussy which was craving my sturdy dick.
Just as my finger was introduced to the loveable hole, the usherette beamed her flashlight in our direction and indicated some seats to a young couple who had just come in. They must not have been more than 16 years of age.
They took the seats in front of us and we hinted to them that if they would just sink down in their chairs that this would not hinder us at all. We were just being careful and it was a public place and demanded our prudence.
Denise grabbed my baton and gave it a strong squeeze. She started to masturbate me, when we both noticed that the two youngsters in front were preparing their own seance.
Their lips touched and we could just barely make out their profiles. The boy's hand slipped down to the skirt and slid underneath.
Denise whispered in my ear: "Now go all out and finger me good. We're going to show this young couple how it's done."
I hesitated for a second but my excitation was too grand. Beside the boy and girl were not helping me to alleviate my distress. Denise threw a heavy thigh over my lap and I was to pluck at her nest much more easily. She was slowly keeping control. My buxom farm lady let out some love moans and began to twist around like a hot thing. She was dreaming of the handsome dick she held in her hand.
On hearing Denise's lamentable moans, the kids in front turned around and paid a great deal of attention to the spectacle that we were displaying.
"Just look at the size of Mister's cock. It's a lot bigger than yours. I sure would like to touch it."
"And what about the Mrs.? She is sure pretty. Look at those rounded thighs and how she seems to be enjoying herself."
Denise who heard the two youngsters comparing notes took the young girl's hand and guided it toward my staff.
"Oh I know what to do. Jack, you take care of the Misses."
The lad who was experienced in his own way unzipped himself and presented his small penis to Denise who was receptive for one. Suddenly she leaned back, crazed with desire, and directed the kid's cock toward her beckoning cat. She placed it deep within her and with one big bolt shook around and practically swallowed the little fellow.
The young lad was not a novice and he bucked with every moment Denise offered and she was cooing like an amorous pigeon.
The girl was watching the performance with a special twinkle in her eye.
"Let's do a sixty-nine. I love to do it."
She was an expert and she licked me off properly. She made a sloppy noise and I knew that my load went down her soft throat. I gave her my best effort and she kept on with a series of small orgasms.
Luckily for us our seance terminated just as the show ended.
As we left the charming couple, we invited them to come over to the farm during their vacation and join in some fun. They excepted the invitation graciously and with little wonder.
It was late when we returned to the house. The girls were still asleep and we learned that Lucy's father had come and left and would come back again the next day.
The following afternoon, I saw a man come into the house who I judged from his dress was a warden of some kind. He gave Denise a big hug and kissed the children.
He offered me his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Lucy's father. It seems we have a lot in common. I understand you've already screwed my daughter. Good fellow. What's your name?"
"They call me Pat."
"Well, Pat old boy, I'm going to apply the law here in this case. You know, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. I know she was partly responsible for what happened and I don't reproach you for it. Now this is what I have in store for you."
He took out his member and it was huge and crusty.
"You seem like a nice fellow, Pat, and I am not at all displeased with the looks of your rear. I'll be sticking this in you, if you don't mind."
"Am I forced to accept?"
"I think it would be better if you did. Put yourself right on the edge of the bed and spread your legs apart. This should excite these ladies for I don't think they have seen too much of this sort of thing."
He carried out his mission and I wasn't the worst for wear right after he entered. In fact, Arthur-that was his name-was not rough at all. Lucy came around and put her red lips around my cock. I felt so warm all over that I couldn't tell from what side I was getting the most pleasure.
All at once I felt Arthur tighten up and let loose his explosion. We both came at the same time. He in me and myself in the mouth of his Lucy. The act passed between the good wishes of the family and everyone was excited by it.
I felt slightly abashed and I must have reddened a little. Denise made a sign with her fingers.
"Naughty, naughty. You deserved it."
I turned to Lucy and sought my revenge.
"Your father seemed to enjoy himself with my behind. He probably liked it better than yours because its tighter. Your ass is getting as big as a coach door."
As for Janey, she just kept her eyes closed. She was afraid that Pat was going to get a sound beating.
"Denise, the day is almost over and I think that everyone should have his and her share of pleasure. Lucy, run to the store for a bottle and after a few warm drinks we should all be in top shape for a good scrap."
Denise had taken Arthur by the arm and was pushing upstairs. Her last words were painful to my ears.
"Come, Arthur, let the children play and get drunk if they must. We have other pleasures to attend to."
While we were having our fun downstairs, Lucy got the idea of peeking in on Arthur and Denise.
"Let's go up. They should be getting acquainted by now."
We crept up to the top floor like silent wolves and we noticed that the slightly opened door was just what the doctor ordered.
We saw Denise with her ass spread apart, bouncing up and down on the helpless Arthur. She was as hot as the kitchen stove in summer.
"Pat, help me out. She's come four times all ready and she wants more," Arthur pleaded for aid.
"No. Stay in me, Athur, and Pat will come over and take me by the rear. I want to be fucked in the cunt and in the ass at the same time."
I hesitated for a moment in order to size up our relative positions. Finally I got my bearings. Arthur had her pussy and I had her sumptuous bung hole. Suddenly Denise began to speak in a loud voice.
"Ah, my darlings. How wonderful it is to have two sturdy pricks at the same time. And here it comes; I'm to explode. Arthur, follow me. Pat, come, come. Oh that's too much. No, no, go ahead continue...."
She was really out of her head and she let the room be filled with a burst of pleasurable crying. Denise kept up her movement and sucked the juice dry out of Arthur and myself. We all hummed a merry tune.
Once we were unlocked, we both took turns washing ourselves, that is Arthur and myself. Poor Denise had passed out on the bed. Lucy followed me into the bathroom.
"Pat, I want to help you. I noticed that Denise kept you from having a complete joy. Come and discharge every drop in my butt-hole."
She leaned over the sink and I used all my force to penetrate her. I went all the way in, right up to my hairy balls. I had to stick my hand in her mouth to keep her from screaming. She had reached such a pitch of excitement.
We had to finish it off quickly for Denise, Arthur and Janey were descending upon us. I heard Denise for she apparently saw us in that humped position.
"Look at those two. They're not losing a minute's time."
That night was a rough one for me. I was broken with tense tired muscles and my bones ached all over.
VOLUPTUOUS INTERLUDE
"And now, dear ones, what shall we do first?" I said to them as I drew the two girls close to me and kissed their foreheads. "Would you like to eat something?"
This offer seemed to please them greatly, and taking both of them around the waist, I led them into my room.
Sweet meats, strawberries and cream and apricots, all was swallowed up in the twinkling of an eye.
While they were eating, I was exploring them-stroking the velvety behind of the brunette, or sticking my finger into the almost hairless cunt of the pretty little blonde.
The latter girl was named Brenda, while the other was called Charlotte.
I was beside myself with pleasure, and turning from one to the other, I could not help but cover them all over with kisses.
As soon as the snack was finished, we went into the garden where I showed them all the treasures, making sure not to forget the statue of the impudent Priapus, whose grotesque appearance and whose erected prick made them laugh out loud. I even proposed that they might swing from the extended member.
I arranged things carefully so that their pretty little asses would be perfectly visible, and then made them sit down on the edge of the seat. Since their dresses were very short, each time I pushed the swing I had my nose right up against these two round, white moons, in the middle of which I caught glimpses of their pretty little pink cracks; and their delicious legs and feet hung down under the swing and seemed to dance in the air. Ah, what a sight!
However, all this was too tempting for me. We were all three of us getting warm-I from having pushed them on the swing, and they from the wine they had just drunk. So we agreed to go into a secluded comer of the garden where there was a small pool made out of marble, and filled with water only about four feet deep.
Soon we had all stripped naked and were splashing about in the water. With this added convenience I could envelope all of their beauties with a single glance. Their pointed little breasts were just beginning to bud, their ivory shoulders, slender waists, magnificent hips, dimpled asses, bulging thighs and white and satiny stomachs-oh, they aroused me so!
In a trice my penis became straight and hard. I placed it in their hands, I felt around and licked at their cunts, one after the other. As we thus went on, the impertinent Charlotte looked at the red head of my dick and put it into her mouth, and then she curled her tongue around it in such a way that I almost passed out with pleasure.
Then we all stretched out on the lawn. Brenda sat astraddle my head and my tongue sought out and found the way into her budding flower. Charlotte was also astraddle me, but lower down, and one of my fingers crept into her palpitating cunt. The agile hands of the little brunette did not remain idle; with her right hand she played with my balls, and with the other one she deliciously tickled away at that thirsty area at the base of my scrotum.
This was almost more than I could bear, and I knew that I could not hold out much longer. Changing positions, I had Brenda get on her knees, while Charlotte took my prick in her hands and directed it into Brenda's cunt, which was moist with my saliva.
She was tight, but not a virgin, and after shoving a bit, I managed to plunge in all the way to the hilt.
During all this, Charlotte pressed and rubbed her lovely body against me.
Soon Brenda began to come and she sighed out aloud: "Oh, Oh! Good God! I'm coming! Oh! I'll faint! I'm dying!"
Then, when I could hold out no longer, and my gentle liquor came and inundated her, she collapsed on the lawn.
As soon as she had come to herself, we plunged back into the pool to wash off the love juice with which we were covered.
In this way, we passed the warmest hours of the afternoon in the pool, and then we dried ourselves off and got dressed.
The sun had gone down some time ago, and evening was spreading its shadows under the trees. I proposed that we should go back into the villa where I would entertain my young friends by showing them my superb album of erotic engravings.
However, it should not be supposed that my hands had been idle during these happy hours. Both of them were slid under the dresses of the girls, and I was tickling their bottoms and rubbing their cunts.
Charlotte had reached into my fly and was manipulating my prick with avid delight. I soon discovered why, because she said to me with an adorable little pout, "You love Brenda more than me?"
"Why of course not, my little angel! I love both of you," I said, laughing heartily at the jealously shown by this little pussy.
"Ah, yes, you can laugh," cried Charlotte. "But I don't see why I shouldn't be fucked as well as Brenda!"
"Oh, so that's what you're getting at. All right, then, little vixen. Let's go!"
Drawing the charming thing onto my chaise tongue, I lifted up her dress and immediately noticed that she was all moist.
"Oh, come quickly Brenda," she cried. "Suck his prick for me and try to get it all stiff, because you know that I am pretty tight and he'll have a tough time penetrating."
Brenda, that delicious little thing, who was still looking at the album, ran to me and wrapped her white arms around my nude thighs, and she enveloped the head of my dick with her rosy mouth and sucked away deliriously.
I would most certainly have shot off into her mouth if Charlotte had not stopped her for fear of being frustrated. Then she took hold of my tool and guided it into her half-opened cunt. She began to squirm, wiggle and push until it had penetrated all the way in, and then crossing her ankles behind my back, she began to run her tongue around the inside of my mouth. She completely delivered herself over to the joys of her wild sensations.
I was astonished to find such precociousness in a creature still so young, but then I had already learned from Madame R ... , who raised her, that much care had been taken to arouse the passions of this child beginning when she was eight years old. She had begun with little boys, and then finally graduated to grown men.
I had found Brenda to be absolutely delightful, but Charlotte had transformed her pretty cunt into a raging inferno which made me beside myself. The delights which this voluptuous little girl provoked were such that I prolonged them as long as possible, but she bounded about with such relish that she soon made me come, and everything was finished.
I was happy to hide the crestfallen head of my poor prick in my pants as quickly as I could. It being almost ten o'clock, I rang for chocolate, which was soon brought up and served in pretty little porcelain cups, with cakes and jellies which the girls fell on with delight.
YOUTH AND VIRGINITY
I had given Pauline the task of washing the little girl all over her body every evening as soon as the old witch had gone to bed. And so as to assure myself that things were done properly, I insisted upon being present at this spectacle of budding femininity.
Pauline is a girl who does what she is told without my having to explain things in excessive detail, and so none of the most secret charms of my adorable little Venus were hidden from my delighted eyes.
Pauline would turn Sally over on her knees so that I could see the nicely rounded and white cheeks of her ass which were half spread apart, exposing what was contained in between; or else she would extend the young girl on her back and spread out her thighs as if to dry them with a towel. She soon learned to make little Sally take all the positions, one after another, which I had taught her.
The innocent little girl appeared to experience a real pleasure in this ritual. She jumped about and ran all over the room, as she joked with the two of us.
In my contemplation of this entertaining spectacle, I found all the satisfaction I could have hoped for, and I would have contented myself with the sight of her beauties without attempting any attack on her innocence if an unexpected situation had not arisen.
One evening, after she had been washed, the little girl came over to me and jumped up and straddled my knees, whereupon she began to play. I would have had to be a saint instead of a miserable sinner to resist such an attack.
Imagine this wonderful little creature, in the full flower of adolescence, entirely naked, with her long, brown hair floating down over her finely formed shoulders. And there she was rubbing against my thighs.
I reached down with one of my hands and let out the poor prisoner, who had become all stiff and who had for some moments been threatening to burst out of his prison. AH by himself he slid between the thighs of the little girl and poked his red head out impudently from in between the cheeks of her pretty little ass (as I could see in the mirror on the other side of the room).
She might have noticed my erected member if my finger had not become so occupied in her little crack, "tickling," as she said, laughing heartily; while in return she tickled me under my arms.
Suddenly, as if she had something very important to communicate to me, she said: "Do you know what?"
And then she stopped, and became all hesitant, and so I had to ask her what she was trying to get at.
"That ... that ... I saw ... in the yard...."
"But what did you see?" I asked gently. "Tell me, honey."
"I saw the rooster making baby chicks," she whispered.
This was too much for me, and burst out laughing. Then I asked her, "And how did he do this, the rooster?"
Sally said, with the most natural air, "Why, he tickled the hen, and then she laid some eggs."
"I don't understand," I said. "The rooster doesn't have any fingers, so how can he tickle the hen?"
"Ah, but he does!" Sally cried triumphantly. "He has one, and its a long one, and I saw it sticking out from under his tail while he leaned against the hen. It was just like you, like the way you're tickling me now. But he put his finger inside the body of the hen. Isn't that right to say that the rooster makes chicks by tickling the hen?"
"Very well thought out, little one," I said. "I can see that you have been brought up in the country and that you're far from being stupid.
"Why, it was Pauline who told me that."
"Please forgive me," said Pauline with a very anxious expression on her face. "But it's because Sally tormented me so much about the rooster leaning up against the hen in such a way, that in the end I felt that I had to explain it to her."
"You did very well," I said. "There's no harm in that; it's an entirely natural thing to do."
Then, turning back to Sally, whose little cunt was still being explored and tickled by my finger, I said: "Would you like to know, my honey, where babies come from and how they are made?"
"Oh! Yes!" she replied and kissed me.
"You surely must know that you are not made the same way as a little boy?"
"Yes," she answered. "It's here where you mean." And she indicated the place where my finger was still tickling her.
"That's it. But have you ever seen a man, and would you like to look at one?"
"Oh! You bet I would!" she cried.
"Well then, look!" I told her and lifted her up so that she could see my erected prick.
"Oh! What a funny thing!" exclaimed Sally, taking it in her hand. "It's all warm! So that's what has been pressing against my bottom for the last few minutes! But, tell me, can that thing make a baby?"
"I'm going to show you how it's done, but I don't promise to make a baby for you, because it doesn't succeed every time. But babies are made by doing what I am going to do to Pauline. Watch closely now!"
"Oh! I understand!" she cried, clapping her hands together. "You're going to do the same thing to Pauline that the pony did to the mare. Pauline showed them to me and she explained it all to me, as she did for the rooster and the baby chicks."
"So," I said to Pauline. "Since she has already seen all that, I don't see any harm in showing her the rest. Come over here. Lie down and lift up your dress."
In an instant she was spread-eagled on the couch, with all of her tender charms exposed to my and Sally's hungry eyes.
"Oh! Heavens!" cried Sally, blushing all over. "You have hair down on the bottom of your stomach!"
"And you, too, my little lamb, you will very soon have hair there as well," I said. "But watch what I'm going to do now, and while I'm doing it tickle me from below."
She carried out the task I had set for her in the most delightful manner, and she laughed with joy to see Pauline bound and twist wildly under the influence of my prick. As soon as it was over, I sent Pauline out for wine and cakes while I stroked the pretty little virgin.
This excitement, coming on top of all that she had just seen, all at once awoke her still-sleeping passions, and she gave precocious evidence of her future energies.
She avidly seized hold of my prick which was all stiff, and shoved it into her little mouth and began to suck and lick at it in such a way that I soon shot off my supply of love juice between her lips, while she sprayed my hand with her virginal dew.
LESBIANS
"That's all very well," said the young girl. "There must, at any rate, be something delicious in the joys of love if we are to believe all the poets who have so often sung the praises of this subject. And what's more, let me tell you that I know a good deal about this chapter, much more than you think possible."
"My God!" exclaimed the other girl in surprise. "Is it possible that you already have experienced love at your age?"
"Do you have to know everything?"
"Oh, yes! Quickly, tell me all!"
"All right, then. You must certainly know young Mrs. Leslie. She was my friend in a pension just a few months after her honeymoon, and I used to go and pay visits to the handsome estate of her husband, Courtny-Handsome. She told me about all the secret joys of marriage, and she also let me watch her good fortunes."
"Watch her!" exclaimed her friend. "But that's unbelievable!"
"Believe me, that's the way it was, and now I'll tell you all the details."
And so the pretty little blonde, after having placed a long kiss on the mouth of her friend, continued as follows:
"My friend, Cora Lambert, has a pleasant face, without being really pretty, but her body fully compensates for this, as her husband found out to his great satisfaction. She is twenty years old, and her body is so well formed that it would make most of the statues in the museums jealous. She proposed to me that I should sleep in a room right next to theirs, one that was separated only by a thin wooden partition. There was a knot hole from which I could pull out the knot and have a full view of the nuptial playground.
"Cora told me that she would light a few candles and set them on the little table next to the bed, and that she would arrange to do everything so that I could see what went on between her and her husband.
"After a very pleasant evening, we went to bed about ten o'clock, and as soon as I had undressed myself and brushed my teeth, I placed myself on the divan and glued my eye to the observation hole.
"With the help of her husband, Cora was soon completely naked, and she looked like a splendid Eve with her beautiful hair unbound and falling over her shoulders.
"Charlie, honey," she said. "Lie down at the foot of the bed so that I can get on top of you like Saint George, as you would call it. I love that position.
"He kissed her tenderly, and taking off all his clothes as well, he placed himself on the foot of the bed.
"It was then that I saw for the first time in my life that amazing rod of flesh with its pink head which jutted out from the nest of dark curls. After waiting for a minute to make sure I was able to see clearly, Cora placed the head of the noble spar between her lips and lubricated it for a while with her saliva. Then she straddled her husband and I could see her lovely dimpled ass and her lily-white thighs, between which was the pink slot. Next she took the prick in her hand and introduced it into her vagina, and she began to move about in delirium. Her husband grabbed hold of the cheeks of her ass and madly kissed at her hanging breasts, while grunts and groans of pure delight escaped from this happy couple.
"As for me, I was so excited that I began to choke.
"Finally, I took recourse in the habitual solace of lonely women and made use of my finger for lack of something better. Although this afforded only slight consolation, it appeased the tickling desire which has taken hold of me.
"During this time, Cora and Charlie had reached their climax, and were frantically panting in each other's arms.
"After resting for a few minutes, Charlie was ready to begin again. He made his wife kneel down on the foot of the bed, and standing straight up behind her, he placed his dick in between her thighs.
"They repeated this delightful operation four times in various positions, and then they put out the light and were overcome with sleep.
"I was all excited and so had a hard time getting to sleep, and I continued vainly with my finger trying to give myself the satisfaction that Cora had been sa lucky to experience.
"And now, my friend, you can say all you want against love making, but as for me, all I want to do is meet some young man who will take a liking to me, and the sooner the better."
The pretty brunette protested, "But my dearest friend, I'll willingly believe you when you say that your friend has made a good marriage and is very happy, but I'd like you to understand that for every happy couple there are ten other unhappy couples. Moreover, if you will let me, I'm going to show you that women, between themselves, can experience much more pleasure than they can with a man. We're alone here. Let me show you what I know about producing a state of well-being."
"You ... and me!" cried the other girl. "But how are you going to do that? This I want to see!"
"Ah, yes! And with you, my dearest one," murmured the brunette as her eyes shone with lust, whereupon she plunged her hand underneath the dress of her companion.
"Oh! That's funny. What are you doing to me? It's really nice."
"Yes, my darling! Give me your hand." She took the proffered hand and slid it under her own dress. "Now I'm going to teach you how to touch the secret part. It's not by putting one's finger inside that one receives the pleasurable sensation, but rather by rubbing up above the crack just at the entrance where you find that little button called the clitoris. It's this button which is the seat of pleasure in our sex."
As she said this, she adroitly manipulated the little jewell of her blonde friend, who was writhing with pleasure and sighing.
"Oh! How wonderful! Oh! joy! What a delicious sensation! Can it be possible? I'm going to..."
In her excess of emotion, she was unable to articulate another syllable. Her shameless companion, seeing that she would soon reach her climax, suddenly lifted up the skirts of her pupil, plunged her head between the pretty thighs and began lapping away with an extrordinary fervor.
Then both of the girls lost whatever sense of propriety might have been holding them back, and they curled up, rolled over onto the floor and pushed their respective faces into the reciprocal twat so as to better lap at the clitoris with their ardent little tongues. They both together lost all elements of self control and licked away with marvelous energy.
A LADY OF VIRTUE
BY "SEBASTIAN MELMOTH"
"Not a cunt in London that can't be poked, if a man has a mind to it," Lord Wimmerdon repeated, tugging absentmindedly at a curl that rakishly adorned his long sideburns. "Not in all the world, I'll wager."
"Oh come, man," Lord Havilland looked rather askance at the very suggestion. "You can't mean it. Why it goes against church and crown, to suggest that there's not a single woman of virtue in the city."
"Virtue, milord, is an ambiguous word. There's virtue in an angel, and virtue in a woman's butt. A lot depends upon whether you're looking up or down. But I'll not answer for a woman's ethics, and I'll not argue that there's many a fine woman in the city. All I say is that the finest of them has a ass the same as the worst."
"Utter rubbish," said Lord Coleman, who until this time had listened in silence to the discourse. "Why, Alfred, I can name a half dozen ladies myself who wouldn't suffer your prick under any pretext. Why, they fairly pop into my head when I put my mind to it. There is Lady Chase, for one."
This remark brought the gentlest of chuckles from Alfred, Lord Wimmerdon. "Why I stuffed her myself within the fortnight," said he. "And so, I'm told, has a certain chimneysweep, of whose endowments the ladies often titter."
"And what of Lady Brook?" spoke up another of the gentlemen, whose name Wimmerdon did not know. "Why it's said not even her husband has kissed those ruby lips."
"I'll vouch for that, sure enough, but she's other lips, redder still and sweeter and there's many a kiss been planted on those."
"Gentlemen, what have we, another table round?" This question, delivered in a sonorous voice, belonged to the Squire Lawrence who just then had entered the room and, perceiving the group engaged in such earnest conversation, had come at once to join them and learn the nature of their discourse. He was greeted warmly by most of those at the table, for he was well known in the town and well thought of by most, and even those who liked him the least gave him due respect for he was admitted to be a true gentlemen and moreover maintained this distinction despite severe financial straits into which he had of late fallen. It was said that at his home they dined on porridge six days a week that he might afford his dues and dinner at The Head on the seventh, and for this sort of fortitude none could but admire him.
The greetings having been exchanged, Lord Havilland explained the nature of the conversation he had joined. "It's a good thing you've come to put an end to this prattle," he said, addressing the Squire with amusement and relief, for he felt that Wimmerdon was about to be brought down, and like most of those present, harbored something of a resentment toward a man of such boasting. "Wimmerdon here has asserted that there's not a woman in all the city he couldn't fuck, given a mind to it. Not one, mind you, whose quim would be denied him."
"What a thing," declared the astonished Squire, turning his gaze upon Wimmerdon. "You josh us, I'm certain."
"Not at all," replied Wimmerdon, not the least awed by the Squire's respectability.
"Well, then, I will put an end to it, it's my duty as an Englishman," declared the Squire in such a state that he actually raised his voice, which happened with him but seldom. "I give you my wife, by whose virtue I'll swear any day. Not a man save myself has so much as held her hand, I'll vow it, since the day we wed, twenty years ago, and she a virgin then of only fifteen tender years."
"But not a virgin now, I'll wager," said Wimmerdon with a grin and a wink, that reddened the Squire's pallid face.
"None but her husband's desires has she ever suffered," quoth the Squire, scarce able to conceal his indignation, yet striving to remain still a gentleman. "Say you different, sir?"
"No, milord, if there has been any dalliance in that fair quarter, it's not been with me. I speak for no other man, of course."
"There's been none at all, nor could there be, to that I'll swear. Do you challenge it, sir?"
"Come, milord, come." Wimmerdon spread his hands in a gesture of supplication. "As a gentleman I could scarce question your honor in such a manner. In respect to your august name, I must grant what you say."
"Let us put aside for the moment the rules of honor," the Squire insisted, still angry by the course the conversation had taken. "Tell me true, as though you knew me not. Do you mean to say that you think my wife could be seduced?"
Wimmerdon sighed as though sorry to have been forced to make such charges. "I'll say again, there's not a gate won't open to him who knocks proper. If it's a wager you want to make, sir, I'll match it confidently."
At this remark, a gasp of astonishment went up at once from the others present, for this could be taken as nothing but a challenge and one which the Squire could scarce in honor refuse, since to do so would be to admit an uncertainty regarding his wife's honor. Yet to accept meant to invite designs upon his wife's virtue. It was indeed a dilemma such as few men could meet calmly and without distress. Whatever horror he might have suffered inwardly, however, the Squire faced the situation bravely.
"A hundred pounds I'll lay on it, sir," he said resolutely. "Tell me your terms."
Far from seeming chagrined, Wimmerdon appeared all in all rather pleased that his dare had been taken, and there were some who afterward remarked that he might have intended this all along.
"I'll take no more than a fortnight," said he. "I'll promise to use neither force nor drugs, and when done, the lady will confess to the deed in her own words. Do you find these terms fair."
"They are fair," acknowledged the Squire, and it could be seen now that this gentleman was very near to smiling himself, for it looked indeed as though he was well in the way of making a hundred pounds for himself.
Here one might well pause to consider in more detail these persons about whom our tale centers, for they are of contrasting characters. Of the two gentlemen, the Squire is the older, a person of fifty and some years, short and rather portly, but for all that having a distinguished bearing. Such was the Squire's reputation that he was often held up to the children of the locale as an example that they might emulate, and often an erring youngster was warned that he "would be a disappointment to the Squire," at which the youth, utterly chastened, would hang his head and humbly apologize for his misdeeds. Squire Lawrence was regarded as a gentleman, and utterly English, than which there could be no finer compliments.
Wimmerdon was English as well, but this fact of blood was looked upon with regret by some of the city's better people. His title qualified him as gentleman while his manners often did not, and he was at best thought of as a bit of a rogue and a scoundrel. He had saving graces, however, that more or less compensated for these shortcomings, so that he was rarely unwelcome in good company, and rather warmly embraced by some not so good company. He was a man of pleasantly dashing good looks. Some complained that his face, especially his mouth and the expressions of his eyes, were far too lustful seeming to qualify for good looks, but it must be said that there were sufficient numbers who did not find this objectionable, particularly among the ladies. He was tall and lean, of a build rather inadequate for athletics but, as one lady had been heard to remark laughingly, ideally suited to rutting.
His wealth was sufficient to allow him to live in a cavalier manner and to pursue what was generally conceded to be his only interest, pleasure. On top of his good looks and his easy going manner, he was rather considered to be good company, for he was never known to be surly or somber, always ready to stand a round of drinks, and had available to him a seemingly endless supply of wenches whom he was most generous in sharing with his friends. So there were few who took genuine offense at the challenge he had hurled at the Squire, but some regretted that it was Wimmerdon who had offered it, since no man in the country was more likely to achieve the success of which he boasted with women. To these, however, the others pointed out that the Squire was certainly safe in taking the challenge since in twenty years there was not the faintest stain on the reputation of his most virtuous wife, a Godly woman if ever there was one. It was said of her that she so loved her husband and honored him that, should he ask her to leap from London Bridge, not a man would question but what she would do it, and at once.
And as for this goodly woman, although she has not yet come upon the scene, we may take time as well to know what manner of woman she is. Nor has her reputation exceeded her, for in every way she can be taken as a model for wifedom and for womanhood. She had been a scant fifteen years of age when taken for wife by the Squire, and was now no closer to forty than to thirty. Unlike some unfortunate creatures whose beauty is youthful and fades perceptibly with each passing year, hers had only increased and was just now at its peak, as she had blossomed into the full of her beauty. Her hair had the color and even the luminous sheen of ebony, nor was ever a strand seen awry. Her soft eyes were warm with kindly affection and, astonishing in a woman of her years, the utter innocence of a child. Against the alabaster whiteness of her complexion, her cheeks wore a gentle blush of pink that was echoed, but more brightly, in her delicate lips. This lovely face, the slender column of her throat, and her genteel manner were sufficient to win the hearts of most men. But for those whose thoughts were less noble, there were other qualities to admire as well. Indeed, many a gentleman who would not dream of mentioning such a thing had nonetheless at the opportune moment stolen a glance at the fine lines of her womanly body, at the full breasts that her modest dresses could not conceal, at the tiny wasit that seemed almost too fragile to hold her body together, and at the lush expanse of hip concealed by flowing gown. And should a man, weakened by this pulchritude, choose to cast all propriety to the wind and abandon himself to lustful perusal, he could observe beneath the hem of her skirt the tiniest and most delicately formed feet in all of London. If Alfred, Lord Wimmerdon had chosen an impossible goal for himself, not a man in all England would have denied that it was a goal well worth desiring.
To the challenge and the terms that had been agreed upon, Wimmerdon posed some additional considerations. "It would be unfair," he explained at length, "if I should win our wager, only to find myself brought into court or, still worse, into a dueling field. You must give me your pledge that should I win, no harm will come to me, or to your wife, as a result of this."
"Why, you've a whole company of men here, who've heard the bargain," said the Squire.
"Indeed, but without is a city of men who have not, and you have many friends in that city, who might choose to avenge your honor without first ascertaining the true story."
The Squire agreed to the wisdom of this argument and, while pointing out with a laugh that such a situation would never occur, as Wimmerdon was certain to lose the wager, he nonetheless sent for pen and paper and put his signature to a document clearing
Wimmerdon of any criminal guilt in the matter, which document went into Wimmerdon's possession.
There arose then the question of the money, which the Squire offered to put into Wimmerdon's hands. To his credit, Wimmerdon declined, a fact which earned him the respect of the others, who knew only too well that the hundred pounds the Squire had produced from his purse was assuredly all that this august gentleman had of ready cash. "My man is ill just now," Wimmerdon explained. "And I should have to carry this money about on my person, which is a sum sufficient to interest thieves. No, I'll give my purse to you, Squire, and ask only that you give me a proper receipt for it, but without mentioning our wager, which might not reflect well on our reputations should the wrong eyes fall upon the document. And, in that wise, so that we not fall afoul of the crown, it might be discreet to date this document as of a year ago, so that in no wise does it seem a product of this meeting."
This transaction completed, Wimmerdon thanked the Squire, bid good day to the company, and went on his way. Upon his departure, there was a goodly amount of laughing and backslapping, because all of the men thought Wimmerdon had at last made a fool of himself, and not a few of them congratulated the Squire on the easy money he had made.
Because he had other matters which needed tending, it was not until two days after that Wimmerdon finally did take it upon himself to call upon the lady in question, the fair Harriet, wife of Squire Lawrence. He was brought to her garden, where he found the good creature engaged in embroidery. So heavenly did she look at his first sight of her, framed as it were by lilacs, that even this roguish fellow came very near to abandoning his project and leaving her to her innocence. Before he could do so, however, she spoke, and the caressing music of her voice stirred his desire for her anew, and strengthened his resolve.
He explained to her that he wished to speak to her on a matter of some delicacy, and that probably it would be better if they were alone, whereupon, completely trusting, she dismissed her companion. Thus he found himself alone with perhaps the fairest creature in London, and upon an errand of some considerable excitement. Quick to act, he fell at once to his knee as though doing her homage, as indeed he might well have been, and seized her hand in his with such impetuosity that she was too frightened to attempt to withdraw it.
"Madame," he said without preamble, and gazing directly into those luminous eyes, "I've come to bed you."
At this startling pronouncement, that pale face turned paler still, and one graceful hand flew to her breast.
"Sir?" said she in a voice so faint that he rather discerned the word from the shape of her splendid lips than from the whisper that fell upon his ears.
"I am aware that my remark must seem sudden to you and perhaps, although I would hope otherwise, perhaps even frightening. But I come in all sincerity and with more than ample justification. If you will but hear me out, we can the sooner be done with explanations, and be about that business which has brought me here and to which I think you will quickly enough agree." And as his companion sat in frozen silence still, he began carefully and logically to explain his mission, in such a manner as he had planned beforehand.
Since he felt that directness was to his advantage in this instance, the telling was brief, to the point and sparse of embellishment. Having finished it, he leaned forward to kiss but ever so lightly the hand that still he held, and then rose to stand before her.
"And now, Madame," he addressed her in the most courteous and business-like of tones. "I shall leave it to your noble judgment whether we shall retire within to your chambers, or whether I shall withdraw, leaving you where you are now."
Since his recitation had begun, this lady had remained silent. Her manner had gone, however, from one of astonishment to one of reserved poise. Having heard her guest out, she sat for a moment longer, studying him in a cool manner while she considered what he had told her. Then, as he had expected, she gave him her hand and he escorted her into the coolness of the house, leaving her embroidered flower to catch the eye of a passing butterfly.
Thus it was that Alfred, Lord Wimmerdon found himself that afternoon in the bedchamber of the most exquisite and most virtuous lady in all of London, and moreover, able to gaze upon her painfully beautiful charms in their full glory, unhindered by concealing garments, for no sooner had they entered the room than she had set about disrobing in a brisk and business-like manner. Modesty demanded that she turn her back upon him, and as she exposed more and more of her person, he feared perhaps that she might suffer a change of mind. But she seemed to summon her courage and at last, having reached that state of dress in which she had entered the world, she turned toward him with the air not of a mature woman but of a shy school girl.
It was a sight that all but took the breath from the happy Wimmerdon. Nor was he heedless of the fact that no man save her husband had ever gazed upon this loveliness and that, what was still more awesome, these treasures were his to partake of as he saw fit. His eyes feasted upon the alabaster mounds of her breasts with their pert, uptilted peaks. She blushed as he looked lower, and he observed that, despite her impersonal manner, her glance had strayed for the briefest of moments to his eager prick which now stood before him in full size and hardness.
"Let down your hair," he instructed her, and she did so, removing the pins until that raven stream fell in shimmering cascades down her back and over her shoulders. He could resist no longer and, putting an arm gently about her, guided her to the bed. She neither resisted nor encouraged, but went where his hands guided her.
He perceived, however, that beneath this genteel manner was the passion proper to a woman of such ripe loveliness, and that it needed but stirring, and he set himself at once to fanning the spark of lust within her to an amorous flame. He fondled her gently at first, his hands caressing those voluptuous breasts while he kissed her sweet mouth, the slender column of her throat, and at last her breasts themselves. Subtly she became less passive, and sensing that the time had come to pursue further, he brushed one hand across the velvet of her thighs and placed his hand finally on that love nest for which he so ardently longed. For the briefest of moments she resisted the intrusion and then afterward relaxed and permitted him easy access to her quim, which he began promptly to frig.
Not even a woman of such virtue as this fair creature could long endure such passionate attention without responding in kind, and Wimmerdon soon perceived that her breath was coming faster and that she had begun to return his kisses with more zeal. Then, such bliss was his, as he felt the delicate touch of a fragile hand upon his staff, and she had begun to frig him as well. Indeed, such was his delight that it was almost at once necessary to clasp her hand and cease her movements lest he spend ere the time was ripe.
Confident now that the way was truly open to him, he knelt down, placing himself between her legs, which parted now for him with no trace of reluctance. He gazed down, upon the most beautiful of cunts. Here nestled twixt the white plains of thighs waited her mound of Venus, adorned with silken strands of hair. Impetuously he threw his mouth upon it, kissing it, and began at once to gamahuche her. No sooner had his tongue sought out her trembling clitoris than she spent at once, her legs flinging themselves up and about his with such force that he all but smothered in their embrace, and her entire body quivered and shook with convulsions.
He had rather feared that this spending would signal an end to the passion he had aroused within her. Far from it, for rather it seemed to have unleashed a veritable flood or ardor that swept before it all the modesty she had heretofore demonstrated, so that she was as lustful with him now as any bawdy wench that he had ever known. He came up to her and found that she clung to him in a fervent embrace, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as he kissed her, and rubbing against him hotly. Eager now to achieve his own spending, he quickly brought eager cock to hungry cunt, planting the knob of it neatly between the lips that were moist now in readiness. With a mighty thrust of his butt he encunted fully, feeling the embrace of that tight-fitting sheath about the full length of his prick, to his very balls.
"Ah, oh," cried she, clinging all the more tightly to him, and wriggling her butt for the sheer delight of it, so that he knew at once that the farthest extremes of this channel were still virgin to the Squire's prick, and had never before been invaded as they were now by his thick knob.
The excitement of this discovery was more than he could bear and he fucked no more than a minute before he shot his load of boiling spunk far up into her sucking quim. His ardor sustained him, though, and his lusty staff shrank not at all, but remained as long and as thick as before, and fully as hard, so that with no more than a second's pause, he was fucking anew, until they had both spent again, this time very nearly at the same time.
For a while he lay upon her, until his dwindling cock had gone soft and slipped from within her clasp. Her modesty had returned somewhat, and when she rose and retired to her boudoir, he noted that she covered her bosom with her hands. Seeing that he had now fulfilled his mission, and could hope to gain no further pleasure by remaining, our Lord now got himself up from the bed and donned once more his clothes, so that when the sweet creature returned, wearing a robe that sadly deprived his eyes the sight of her luscious charms, he was fully clothed, and prepared to bid her good day. He observed that she was once more reserved toward him, and perhaps even a slight bit cooler of manner, having suffered the embarrassment of being so lustful with him.
He left her then, with polite farewells and, as he had planned beforehand, spent the next hour dallying about the neighborhood, after which he again brought himself to her residence and asked for her. He was brought into her presence, finding her puzzled and all the more aloof, but he explained his return, after which she left him briefly and came back to bring him a letter. He pocketed this missile, bowed gallantly to her, and again withdrew, this time with assurances that he would not return.
That evening found him at his club, where upon entering, he observed the good Squire engaged in conversation with several acquaintances. Wimmerdon approached and explained that he would speak with the Squire in privacy. Correctly guessing the subject of the conversation, but expecting to hear news of an opposite nature, the Squire loudly insisted that there was no need to abandon their friends, most of whom knew of the wager between them.
Still wishing to be discreet, Wimmerdon withdrew a letter from his pocket, which wordlessly he handed to the Squire. At once seeing the handwriting, the Squire grew still and pale, but he bravely took the letter from its envelope and read it over, this taking no more than seconds since its contents were brief. Yet within those brief seconds, the august gentleman had become another creature altogether, for by the time he handed the letter back to Wimmerdon, he wore the air of a man totally defeated and broken by forces more than he could endure. Without a word, he fetched from his pocket the purse which contained Wimmerdon's wager, and his own purse, which he emptied of its contents. Both of these he handed over to Wimmerdon, the significance of which the others could not but comprehend. Then, calmly bidding the others good day, the Squire left. The following day, by which time the story was well known throughout the city, the Squire and his household had deserted London, and were said to have taken up residence in the country at some distance. The Squire was afterward seen but rarely, when some business or other brought him of necessity into the city. His lady, so far as was known, did not return to London at all.
It was some days after this conclusion of the wager that Lord Havilland came upon Lord Wimmerdon in Covent Garden one evening and as they were taking similar routes, they walked together for some distance. The conversation turned after a time to the fate of
Squire Lawrence, which both agreed was sad indeed.
"But of course, a man of wisdom takes no such risks," said Lord Havilland. "At any rate, I'll wager hereafter that no man of London bets upon his wife's virtue."
"Yes, 'tis a pity," answers Wimmerdon. "Since it's certain that among them must be some women of untarnished purity."
"What," says Havilland, aghast. "You, of all people, to say such a thing, after the wager you made and won with the Squire."
"Oh that," says Wimmerdon, dismissing the matter with a wave of his hand. "But surely you don't believe that rubbish? Why, it was the only way to get the Squire to take my bet, and afford me the opportunity I sought."
"Then you mean to tell me, it was all intended, and not a sincere matter at all?"
"Not a whit." Wimmerdon smiled in smug amusement as he remembered how well his designs had worked. "You see, for as long as I can recall, only one woman in all London has truly possessed my heart, and kept me aflame with frustrated desire-and that, of course, would be the fair Harriet, the good Squire's wife. Oh, I've had an eye for many a woman, mind you, and some of them I've had my way with, and some of them not. But from fair Harriet I got not even a glance, and any man in London could have told me, if I hadn't sense enough to see for myself, that she was the most virtuous of all women, and completely devoted to her husband. In short, only two means could have sufficed for seducing that noble creature. One called for force, the other required that her acts be at the order of her husband. Disdaining the former, I had no leave but to pursue the latter."
"And Squire Lawrence walked into your trap."
"Indeed." From his pocket Wimmerdon withdrew some papers, which he had the meanwhile carried with him simply from pride, and in the anticipation of eventually sharing his triumph with some interested party, as he was now doing. "You'll recall these papers, I'm sure, as you were present when I was given them by the Squire himself. The first of these I carried to his wife that fateful afternoon."
Havilland accepted the note and unfolding it, read it aloud but in a low voice; "To whom it may concern," began the letter, "Let it be known that I, Squire Lawrence, do hereby give permission to Alfred, Lord Wimmerdon, to bed with my wife, Lady Harriet, while thus to engage in what is commonly called 'fucking', with no fear of consequences in that I hereby absolve them of all guilt, and acknowledge my permission and my blessing upon this enterprise."
Now of course, as Havilland was quick to point out, this was the note which the Squire had prepared to Wimmerdon's instructions, so that he need fear no retaliation.
"But you will see," said Wimmerdon with an amused smile. "That to his wife, it reads differently, so that it was not so difficult to convince her that they represented her husband's instructions in the matter."
"But how to convince her of that?" asks Havilland, completely astonished by this narration.
"By giving her the evidence of the money which her husband, in dire straits as we all know, had borrowed from me a full year before, and which he had since found himself unable to repay." With this, Wimmerdon then handed his companion the receipt which the Squire had given him for his own one hundred pounds, but which at Wimmerdon's suggestion, had been dated a full year earlier.
"I had only to explain that her husband had been unable to pay this pressing debt and that at length, in order to save his credit in the city, he had suggested repayment of the debt in the only commodity of value that he possessed, his wife's beauty. It was easy enough then to convince her that she must comply at once with his instructions, or be the cause of her husband's ruin. Such was her devotion to him that she at once agreed to my proposals, and the rest you know."
"And her confession?"
"Simplest of all," Wimmerdon replied. "Upon leaving her home, I dallied for a time, after which I returned. I explained to her that her husband, being a man of considerable honor, would not regard the debt as paid until I produced a valid receipt, for which I had returned. You were present when I later presented it to the Squire himself, fulfilling the last terms of our wager-a confession to the deed, in dear Harriet's own words."
With this, Wimmerdon handed the last of his letters to Havilland, who opened it and quickly read the brief message, written in lavender colored ink and in Harriet's own neat script: "This will serve as a statement that I did on this day bed with Alfred, Lord Wimmerdon, for the purpose of what is commonly called 'fucking', that toward this act, which was duly and ably performed, Lord Wimmerdon used neither force, nor threat of force, nor drugs, but that it was committed with my own permission and solely as that to which I felt Lord Wimmerdon entitled from me." It was signed, of course, with Harriet's own signature.
"A lady of virtue," said Wimmerdon, smacking his lips soundly at the memory. "Indeed, a lady of many virtues."
FROM PONIES TO PENNY'S
We went into the stable. The ponies were admirable little animals, with lovely creamy skin. They had been sent to me from Burma by one of my friends. Removing the partition separating them, I let the little stallion enter into the stall with the mare, who received him with a neigh of welcome.
"Oh, look!" cried Penny. "They seem happy to be together again."
The stallion began to nip at the mare here and there, and she lifted up her tail and neighed again.
Her lover sent back an answering neigh, and soon his sexual jewels began to flair out. She licked at them, whereupon his enormous prick appeared.
I pointed it out to Penny.
"Oh! I see it! How funny it is," she said blushing and trembling all over.
I passed my arm around her waist and drew her toward me gently, and I whispered to her softly.
"Now, watch closely what they are going to do."
The pony raised himself up on his hind legs, encircled the little mare with his fore legs, and his huge prick began to enter.
The mare held herself motionless. Then he, as he nipped at her back, began to pump in and out.
The girl beside me anxiously followed all this with her eyes, and she trembled as the two animals neighed with pleasure.
"Look, Penny. See how happy they are!"
"But why? What pleasure can there be in feeling that long thing inside one's body?"
I replied to her sententiously, "Why, the pleasure which Mother Nature gives to all people as they propagate their race; and someday, you too, little one, will know this pleasure. Look, now, he has finished and is pulling it out. See how the female flesh opens and closes with delight ... see how she waves her tail and turns her head as if asking for more."
But Penny was no longer listening. She had seated herself on a bundle of hay, and her eyes were fixed on the pony's prick which had again become erected. She was all hot and bothered by what she saw.
Without too much trouble, I guessed what was bothering her, and I sat down next to her and slid my hand under her skirt. She shuddered, but offered no resistance.
I stroked her firm and chubby thighs. As I explored slightly higher up, I felt a slight mossy down, into which I plunged my fingers.
I spread apart the lips of her little cunt and was hardly able to believe my fingers. She had shot her load, and her panties were all wet. One of my hands fell back on my knee with surprise.
I pressed her against myself and fastened my lips against hers. My prick had become stiff and hard as iron. The buttons on my fly popped open and my jack-in-the-box leaped out and found his way in between the fingers of the charming damsel.
At this sight, she uttered a little cry and quickly drew back her hand. At the same time, she shoved my hand away and stood up, and cried vehemently, "Oh, come now, sir! No! I don't want to! I'm frightened!"
However, I did not at all want to lose such a wonderful opportunity, and I began to speak gently to her, and I drew her back beside me.
I grew bolder, and kissed her eyes and then tickled the end of her tongue with mine. I stroked her lovely little breasts, the plump cheeks of her ass, and then her clitoris.
Her eyes began to shine, and, completely abandoning herself, she seized hold of the instrument which had previously frightened her so much. It was just a few minutes before I had turned over in the hay and was in the act of attacking her virginity.
She struggled energetically, and when my prick began to penetrate, she uttered a cry of pain.
Fortunately, old Mother Jukes, who is deaf, heard nothing.
Finally, with much difficulty, I pushed all the way into her quiver. I used all my skill, and soon a gentle languor overtook the charming girl. Pleasure had taken the place of suffering. She no longer pushed me away, but gently cried on my shoulder, and every now and then she turned her face to mine and covered me with voluptuous kisses.
Soon she had completely overcome her modesty and she began to come down the home stretch into her climax. She crossed her legs behind my back, writhed around, bit at me and kissed me furiously. She came in abundance. Three times we renewed these divine joys, and then I sent her back to the creamery.
I had succeeded in making an adorable and fervent convert to the pleasures of love. She is not the least bit jealous, but even helps me out with any other little affairs in which I may be engaged.
I paid Mrs. H fifty guineas for her niece's virginity, for no other girl has ever given me as much pleasure as has this charming child.
THE LOWER BERTH
It was about two years ago at the Christmas holidays when I was on my return home from college, that I took lower berth No. 12 on the P. et V. Railway. The train was full all except the upper berth of my section. Nothing happened during the day. I bored myself to death with a stupid novel-for there wasn't a good looking woman on the car to attract my attention. At Pittsburgh about six in the evening, just as the train left the station, a young woman entered the car and sat down at the vacant seat of my section. As she took off her cloak I saw that she was very handsome and that her figure was particularly entrancing. I kept glancing at her again and again over the top of my book and once or twice she caught my glance, but instead of appearing offended, she met it firmly and I thought I saw a twinkle in the lustrous brown eyes. You have no idea how this excited me. I had always longed to make an acquaintance this way-a "mash" so to speak-but had never dared even under the most favorable circumstances to make the first approaches, and here in this crowded car I was exchanging glances with a stunning-looking woman. Yet though I knew that it was proper in such a case to find some way of opening a conversation for the sake of my life I couldn't begin. I still kept up my glances but she, finding that they led to no results, seemed to tire of them and leaning back her superb head disclosing an exquisite throat, closed her eyes as if going to sleep. I still stupidly gazed at her, feeling her beauty sink deeper and deeper into me and imagined all sorts of romantic adventures with her after I should have made her acquaintance, a theory which seemed little likely to happen, if I continued as stupid as I was then.
The sleeping car conductor after a while came to her for her berth ticket. "I want to get one-a lower berth," said she.
"I'm sorry, madame," he replied, "but upper No. 12 right here is all I have left."
"Isn't there any berth on one of the other cars."
"This is the only one."
"And so I'll have to put up with an upper berth!"
"It's the best I can do for you." And he made out the ticket. By this time I had got my wits together. Here is my chance. With flushed face and stammering lips-it seemed as though I would choke-I said: "If the lady will allow me, I will let her have my berth-lower No. 12, and take hers-if she will allow me."
"Of course I shall and I am ever so much obliged to you. I never can sleep in the upper berth."
"I can't either," said I, with phenomenal stupidity.
Of course then she wanted to take back my offer, but I refused. The conductor left in the middle of the amicable dispute that followed, and which grew so warm that the ice between us was broken and by this time she accepted my ticket; we were able to continue a conversation on other topics as easily as if we were old acquaintances. I must say however, that this was due to her skill rather than to mine. Well, we chatted along about all sorts of things, till the time came for making up the berths. As some of the people about to retire came and sat in the seat opposite us, she leaned over and whispered in my ear: "So you don't like to sleep in the upper berth?"
"Oh please excuse me and don't remember that stupid speech."
"Well, I don't blame you. It isn't pleasant, it's too high up there and there are so many draughts that one is apt to catch cold. And to think of my making you take cold."
"I won't take cold."
"Yes you will and it will be all my fault. I'll never forgive myself if you do."
"I assure you I won't!"
"It's such a cold night, a regular blizzard. I should not have been so selfish."
I protested but the dispute recommenced. The people in the opposite seats arose and went to their berths. Then my companion, placing her lips near my ear, said in a low whisper which cut through the rattle of the train: "Surely you must let me give back your berth-you can at least take half of it."
Imagine my surprise-there was nothing in her looks, dress and conversation which would have prepared me for such a proposal. I couldn't find words to answer. I choked-I felt pale all over. But I know that I couldn't have looked displeased, for she smiled and added in a still lower but even more audible tone: "You know it will be ever so much warmer for both of us on this awfully cold night."
By this time I had recovered, a burning flame which enwrapped my whole body took the place of the former chill. To my virgin but well instructed eyes, visions of delight unfolded themselves and I whispered in a return: "Oh, how good you are, how can I ever repay you?"
"By being good to me and behaving yourself properly."
What could she mean by this last phrase? It was susceptible of two interpretations, the one-heavenly, the other-hellish so not knowing what else to say, I replied: "I'll behave just the way you want me to!"
"You're smart," she laughed, then her face suddenly straightened out as somebody passed by our seat. Then with a look on her face as if she was talking about the latest novel, she said: "Now you know you must be careful, for if you were found out, it will be very unpleasant for both of us. So let me tell you what to do. All the berths are made up now, except ours, and in a little while every one will be soon asleep. You must get into the upper berth and wait till everything is quiet, then you must fix up the bed clothes so if anyone should glance into your berth they would think you were there with your clothes pulled over your head. Then you must climb down and go into the dressing room for a drink of water-people may hear you climbing down and might look out and catch you and then woe to us. When you have your drink of water and come back, make sure that nobody sees you, and then slip in between my curtains, understand?"
"Perfectly! may I know the name of my benefactress? Mine is Robert Rankin, at your service."
"No, Robert, you may not. My mortal name you should never know, it is not befitting," she said with delicious mock solemnity as she pursed up her rosy lips.
"But I wish to be your faithful knight," said I, falling in with her mood.
"Well, Sir Robert, then may'st call me Morgan et Fay, for know that I am a fairy of great knowledge and power and who can teach three wondrous spells. And thou may'st call me Fay for short. And now thou may'st tell the nubian slave to prepare our couch."
And so I did and also followed her other directions to the letter. As I descended from the upper berth I felt a light touch on my knee as if to caution me to be careful. And careful I was. I nearly froze to death waiting in a passageway until an old fellow who had gotten up about the same time as I-for another purpose, not to be mentioned-had retired. And then trembling over with mingled cold and anticipation of my coming, and no sooner had I laid down that her arms were snugly wrapped around me.
"Oh! how long you were?"
"I couldn't help it. The old man never would get through."
"Rut how cold you are."
"But you'll warm me," I said trying to clasp her in my arms. She edged away from me, holding me, at arm's length with her beautiful hands, which clasping me firmly under the armpits, thrilled me as with fiery darts.
"No, no, keep quiet. What a little rascal you are! When I offered to give you half of my berth I offer to give you anything else, you mischievous boy?"
"No you didn't offer me anything, but you didn't say that I must not take anything I could get and I love you so much," I replied, gently loosening one of her hands and carrying it to my lips.
"Truly you are a gallant knight and deserve to be rewarded, for I like you, my dear. I liked you from the moment I came into the car. There is something about your face that's perfectly irresistible, and now in the darkness here, your voice has the same effect. Robert, Robert, toi que j'aime," and with her free hand she drew me close and pressed a kiss upon my lips. It was as if she had folded her lips upon mine, like petals of a rose, and clung there while a thrill of flame shot over my entire being and drove out the last remnants of dullness contracted in the passageway. I was about to answer when she put her finger to my lips.
"Hush," she whispered, "the train is stopping, wait till it starts up again. Someone might hear us."
The train slowed up and stopped. I could hear the voices of the employees outside in the chilly air. But how warm and comfortable it was in this pitch dark cubbyhole, for she had drawn the curtains tightly. As I couldn't talk I resolved to explore and, putting out my hand, I laid it on her breast. How firm it felt, how elastic and throbbing under my touch. She evidently had on a flannel robe over her chemise and she had removed the corset. No stiff whalebone deadened my ecstatic ardor. I unbuttoned the top part of her robe and was about pushing my explorations further, when she seized my hand.
"Stop, stop, you little good for nothing. Do you call this behaving yourself?"
"Hush," whispered I in my turn, "be still and wait till the train starts up again, someone may hear us."
I could hear a suppressed laugh as her fingers loosened their clasp. "Don't struggle," I added in her ear, "that might give us away," and pushed my venturesome hand still further beneath the top of her chemise, until it rested between two of the most delicious globes of flesh it has ever encountered. Nothing can express the ecstasy with which my trembling fingers measured the firm elastic curves and touched upon the dainty tips which stiffened under my caress. In a moment my face followed my hand and I was covering the hills and valleys with fervent kisses, while the delicate perfume of her tender body intoxicated my senses.
The train started. As soon as it was rattling noisily at full speed, she seized me by both ears and pulled my head from its warm nest and pushed me over on my back, while she leant over me, holding me down firmly: "Now, you villain, I've got you. How can I pay you back for this taking advantage of me? I never expected you to do such a thing, you rascal."
"Well, if you don't like that I'll go elsewhere," and I shoved my hands under the cover, placing them over her luxuriant hips. She had on her petticoat and I tried to find the opening, so that I might touch again the wonderful flesh and approach nearer the goal of my burning desire. But it was in vain. As soon as she perceived what I was about to do, she released my hand and tried to loosen my grasp. We struggled silently for some time; she succeeded with both of her hands in pulling up one of mine, which I immediately clasped about her neck, pulling her flaming face to mine and covering it with kisses. Some of them she returned with interest, though still continuing her struggle and telling me in a choked voice to behave myself. To which I replied that as she was driving me wild and that she would not expect anything else from me.
Meanwhile my other hand, which was under her superb body, kept its place in spite of all her efforts to dislodge it. At last I found the knot of her petticoat string and, giving it a pull, untied it. In a moment more before she could prevent it, the petticoat was pulled down and the chemise pulled up and my burning hand rested upon her divine thigh. I cannot describe the ecstatic thrill which traversed my whole being at that delicious contact. It felt like satin, but satin endowed with life. She grasped my wrist but not before my inquisitive finger had traversed the soft contours and had entered the burning cleft.
"What shall I do with you? You naughty boy," she gasped, vainly endeavoring to pull my hand away.
"Nothing but to leave me alone, for I am in paradise," I replied, kissing her passionately.
I had read in the naughty books to which I had access, that one could excite a woman's passions to the highest degree by tickling the little protuberance which is just inside near the top of the opening, and I acted on my knowledge. It worked like a charm. Fay ceased her struggles, rolled over on her back, with one arm holding my face to hers, kissing me wildly, then with the other hand she pushed the petticoat down her knee and kicked it off with her feet, spreading out her satiny thighs to give me a better chance and writhing about under my touch like one possessed.
In the midst of her voluptuous abandon it flashed into mind that this was my opportunity, so quickly getting between those bewildering thighs I had my breeches and drawers unbuttoned in an instant and my battering ram at the gate of the fortress of love. But whether it was from my ignorance or from my excitement or from the narrowness of the gate, I could not force an entrance-all my efforts were in vain.
"Oh how stupid you are," she exclaimed impatiently. "Don't you know the way?"
"I don't seem to. But this is the first time I have been so near the gate of pleasure, my lovely Fay," I stammered, heartily ashamed of myself.
"The first time, have you never loved before, my gallant knight?"
"Never!"
"Oh you little darling," she sighed in a softened voice. "So I am the first."
"The very first!"
"Well then I'll have to help you," she said, giving me a kiss that restored all the rigidity to my ram, which had begun to droop from shame and confusion. And taking it in her burning hand, she gently rubbed it back and forth at the outside for a while, driving me nearly crazy by the operation, and then clasping her two hands round my posterior, and locking her feet over my back, pushed me in, while the soft clinging flesh repeated the kiss that her rosy mouth was imprinting on my lips. Oh, how good and warm it felt. Truly I was in paradise. Just then the train began slowing up again. "Hush," she whispered. "We can't go on with this until the train is under full speed again. But don't take it out. Let me fix it, darling."
As the cars came to a stop, she withdrew her feet from my back and pressing her thighs closely together held my ram as in a vise. Then rolling me over on my side, we lay face to face, silently, kissing each other, she thrusting her quivering tongue between my lips, sending thrills of bewildering intensity over my trembling form. Something must have been the matter with the box of the wheels just under our berth, for I could hear the men tapping on the iron and talking. Their proximity must have rattled me, for I felt the rigidity of my cord relax. Fay, too, noticed it immediately for taking one of my hands she inserted my finger between our bodies in the top of the cleft on the little protuberance above mentioned, whispering: "Rub it softly," while her thrilling fingers tickled the source of the fountain of life and soon restored the lacking firmness of character to my manhood. You cannot imagine the delicious petition of my hand firmly pressed against her soft belly, which quivered with delight, as I moved my blissful finger forth and back on the trembling fairy within and the thrills which fairly convulsed me as her delicate fingers softly squeezed the two little balls in my scrotum. As the train finally got under way we did-likewise and were soon going full speed. Prudence dictated that we should stifle all exclamations of delight, but it nearly killed me to keep silent as the supreme convulsion approached. I wanted to scream out my joy and triumph as my whole body seemed to melt away with pleasure and pour its burning treasure into her writhing body. Her ecstasy came at the same time as mine and we both nearly died under the blissful pain. Finally we lay limp and helpless in each other's arms, while I whispered in her ear:
"Oh you wonderful being! you marvel of woman. I love you with all my heart and soul, my love. How can I ever thank you, so lovely Fay?"
"Easy enough," she laughed, "if you have the power."
Well I did. We removed all our clothing except my night shirt and her chemise and she in the most knowing manner set herself soon to reviving my sinking spirits. Several different and more blissful positions she taught me. We tried it laying side by side, then with me underneath and from behind. How many times we mingled our loving effusions I will not say because I don't want you to think that I am lying, but finally I fell asleep with my head pillowed on one of her luscious arms, my panting face resting on one of the divinest breasts ever moulded by the creator of beauty. When I awoke it was nearly morning, a pale gray light flittered at the edges of the curtains. I was alone. I supposed she was in the ladies' dressing room and thought it was prudent to get back into my berth. I pulled on my drawers and breeches, but could find nothing belonging to her in the berth. Then after a short trip to the Gent's Dressing Room, where the porter was snoring peacefully, I returned to my upper berth and laid awake awaiting her return. The sun rose on the snowy fields-other people rose too and still beautiful Fay did not appear. When the porter had finished his work and the beds were all shoved up into their receptacles, I made a tour through the train. Not a sign of my fairy.
Then I screwed up my courage to ask the sleeping car conductor-for I was becoming anxious fearing an accident-if the lady to whom I had given my berth had left the train, and where.
"Well, she got off between 5 and 6 o'clock-well I really can't tell you. I was too sleepy to notice, maybe-maybe-"
"Do you remember where her ticket was for?"
"Yes, her ticket was for St. Louis, I believe. What do you want to know for?"
"Oh nothing," said I, as I turned away. I heard him laugh a mean, naughty laugh. Did he know anything? Well, I've never seen her again. She evidently had reasons for keeping incognito and knowing that my destination was also St. Louis had so given me the slip.
I judged from this that she was a married woman who had been betrayed by her excited passions, and did not like to risk a possible scandal. About two weeks after my return to college I received a large envelope postmarked New York. It contained a beautiful photograph of Fay in evening dress, very much decollete, showing a perfect pair of arms and an exquisite bust. On the back was written: "In memory of Morgan le Fay. Keep it dark." And that was the end.
Whenever I have had to do with other women I always like to close my eyes and dream that I am in the arms of Morgan le Fay, and in the delicious night of that lower berth.
BULL'S BALLS
Simone preferred bullfights to almost anything else. Three moments in the fight captivated her: the first, when the beast hurtles from the toril like a great rat; the second, when his horns plunge to the skull in a mare's flank; the third, when the absurd mare gallops across the arena, skitters crazily and trails between her legs a batch of wretched-looking white, red, and pearl-gray entrails. When the bursting bladder would suddenly spill a puddle of mare's urine on the sand, her nostrils would tremble.
From the beginning to the end of the bullfight she dwelled in agony, possessed by the terror, at bottom expressive of an insurmountable desire, of seeing one of those monstrous blows of the horn an enraged bull incessantly flings, blindly striking into the emptiness of colored cloth, catch and pitch the matador into the air. One should say, furthermore, that if without long pausing and endlessly the redoubtable beast passes and passes again through the cape, an hair's breadth from the outline of the matador's body, one experiences the feeling of total and reiterated projection common to physical love play. Death's nearness is then sensed in the same way. Those sequences of successful passes are extraordinary and unleash a veritable delirium in the crowd; the women, at these pathetic moments, know pleasure, so tense do the muscles of the legs and belly become.
Apropos of bullfighting, Sir Edmond one day told Simone that not so very long ago it was the custom of virile Spaniards-amateur matadors-when they had the opportunity, to ask the arena superintendent for the first bull's roasted balls. They would have them brought to where they were sitting, to, that is to say, the first row, and would eat them while watching the next one die. Simone took the greatest interest in this story and as, the following Sunday, we were to go to the year's first great corrida, she asked Sir Edmond for the balls of the first bull. But she insisted upon one thing, that they be uncooked.
"But," said Sir Edmond, "what are you going to do with uncooked balls? You're not going to eat them raw?"
"I want them in front of me, on a plate," she said.
The 7th of May, 1922, La Rosa, La Lalanda and Granero were to fight in the Madrid arena. The Mexican Belmonte, Lalanda and Granero were in those days the great matadors of Spain. Granero was generally thought the finest. At twenty, handsome, tall, possessing the ease of a child, he had become popular. Simone was interested in him; when Sir Edmond announced to her that the illustrious killer would dine with us that evening after the fights, she heard the news with a veritable joy.
Granero differed from the other matadors in that there was nothing of the butcher in his appearance, but rather of a prince charming, most virile, shaped with perfect grace. The matador's costume, in this connection, declares a straight line, stiffened erect, like a jet, each time a bull leaps along the body and past (it exactly molds the ass). The bright red material, the sword sparkling in the sun, squarely before the dying bull whose hide steams, running sweat and blood, all this brings the metamorphosis to conclusion and exhales the fascinating aspect of the game. And it all transpires under the torrid Spanish sky, not at all colored and hard, as it is imagined, but sunshot and of an explosive luminosity--soft and troubled-sometimes made unreal by the burst of light and the heat's intensity which beckon to the senses' freedom, which evoke, exactly, the soft humidity of flesh.
I connect that humid unreality of bursting sunshine with the 7th of May corrida. The only objects I took care to keep are a yellow and blue fan and the brochure devoted to Granero's death. They printed it up for everybody. While getting aboard a ship the suitcase containing these souvenirs fell into the sea (an Arab fished out my suitcase with the help of a pole); they are in very bad shape but, stained, warped though they may be, they are linked to the ground, to the place, the date, which within me is no longer anything but a vision of deliquescence.
The first bull, whose balls Simone was waiting for, was a black monster whose terrific bolt from the chute was so overwhelming that despite efforts and shouts he disemboweled three horses before they could govern his career. Once he even raised horse and rider as if to offer them to the sun; they fell with a crash behind his horns. At the appropriate moment Granero advanced: taking the bull in his cape, he made a game of the animal's fury. Compassed by a delirium of ovations, the young man made the monster turn in his cape; each time the beast rose toward him in a kind of charge, he came within a finger of not avoiding the awful shock. The sun-monster's death was brought off smoothly. The infinite applause began while the victim, with drunken incertitude, was still on his knees; then, as he expired, he let go, fell, his legs in the air.
Simone, standing between Sir Edmond and me-her exaltation equal to my own-refused to sit down after the ovation. Without a word, she grasped my hand and led me into a court outside the arena, where there was reigning smell of urine. I took Simone by the ass while she drew out my angry prick. We went that way into a stinking latrine where tiny flies were dirtying a sunbeam. The girl once naked, I buried my pink stem in her juicy blood-colored flesh; my prick penetrated into the cavern of love while in a rage I frigged her anus: meanwhile our spoken revolts mingled.
The orgasm of a bull is not more powerful than that one which, all but breaking our backs, rent us both; nor did my member retire from the quartered, fuck-drowned vulva.
The thunderous beating of our hearts-burning and avid to be nude-did not slacken. Simone, her ass happy again, I, my prick stiff, we returned to the first row. But, upon the seat my friend was to occupy reposed the two nude balls, on a plate; those glands, of an egg's size and shape, were of a pearly whiteness rosed with blood, similar to the ocular globe's color.
"They're raw balls," Sir Edmond told Simone in his faint English accent.
Simone was stooping before the plate which was causing her an unprecedented embarrassment. Knowing what she wanted to do, not knowing how to do it, she looked exasperated. I took up the plate, wanting her to sit down.
She withdrew it from my hands and put it back on the stone.
Sir Edmond and I feared we would attract attention. The fight was getting dull. Leaning toward Simone's ear, I asked what she wanted.
"Idiot!" she answered, "I want to sit naked on the plate."
"Impossible," I said; "sit down."
I took away the plate and made her sit down. I looked her straight in the face. I wanted her to see I understood (I was thinking of the saucer of milk). From then on we couldn't keep still. Our restlessness grew to the point the calm Sir Edmond shared it. The fight was getting bad, the worried matadors were having to cope with nerveless animals. Simone had wanted seats in the sun; we were trapped in a blur of light, the damp heat dried our lips.
There was no possible way for Simone to pull up her skirt and deposit her ass on the balls; she had kept the plate in her hands. I wanted to fuck her some more, before Granero came back again. But she refused, the disembowelings of the horses followed, as she put it, by "that wrecking and racket," by, that is to say, a cataract of guts, had made her head spin (in those days they still had no padding to protect the horses' bellies).
In the course of time the sun's effulgence absorbed us into an unreality conforming with our uneasiness, with our impotent desire to explode, to be naked. Our faces grimacing from the sun's effect, from thirst and from our senses' exasperation, we shared that feeling of morose deliquescence wherein elements cease to cohere properly, Granero's return changed nothing. The bull was wary, the fight continued to languish.
What followed took place without transition and even, apparently, unconnectedly, not that things weren't connected, but it was absently I observed them. Within the space of a few instants I saw, to my horror, Simone bite into one of the globes, Granero advance and present a red cloth to the bull; then Simone, the blood mounted to her head, in a moment of heavy obscenity, bare her vulva into which the other ball entered; Granero knocked down, crouching under the barrier; three sweeping blows of the horns strike that barrier; one horn dig through the right eye, sink into the head. The arena's horrorstricken clamor coincided with Simone's spasm. Lifted from the stone slab, she staggered and fell; the sun had blinded her, she was bleeding from the nose. Some men rushed in, dragged Granero away.
Absolutely everyone in the arena was on his feet. The corpse's right eye hung free.
Two spheres of comparable size and consistency had been quickened into life by contrary and simultaneous movements. A white bull's testicle had penetrated into Simone's "flesh pink and black;" an eye had been sprung from the young man's head.
THE POPE-MAKER, OR THE HOLY MAN
BY MONSEIGNEUR DE CREQUY
The borders of Burgundy furnish many adventures worthy to be written and remembered, and have provided the present story, not to speak of many others which could be related. I will here only speak of an adventure which happened formerly in a big village on the river Ousche.
There was, and is still, a mountain near, on which a hermit-of God knows what sort-made his residence, and who under the cloak of hypocrisy did many strange things, which did not come to the knowledge of the common people until the time when God would no longer suffer his most damnable abuses to continue.
This holy hermit was during all his life as lewd and mischievous as an old ape, but surpassed all ordinary mortals in cunning. And this is what he did.
He sought amongst all the women and pretty girls the one most worthy to be loved and desired, and resolved that it was the daughter of a poor, simple woman-a widow who was very devout and charitable
-and made up his mind that, if he could have his way, she should become his prey.
One night, about midnight, when the weather was very rough and stormy, he descended from the mountain and came to the village where the mother and daughter lived, without being seen or heard. He knew the house, which was not large, and to which he had often been for devotional purposes.
He bored a hole in a part of the wall not exposed, and near the spot where stood the bed of the simple widow woman, and passing a long, hollowy stick, with which he was provided, and without awaking the widow, placed it near her eye, and said in a low voice, three times-"Hear my voice, woman of God. I am an angel of the Creator, and have been sent to you to announce that for your many good deeds which you have performed there shall issue from your seed, that is your daughter, one who shall unite, reform, and restore his bride the Church. And it shall be in this manner. Thou shalt go to the mountain, to the holy hermit, and take thy daughter, and relate to him at length that which God now commands you by me. He shall know thy daughter, and from them shall spring a son, the elect of God, and destined to fill the Holy Seat of Rome, who shall do such good deeds that he may fitly be compared to St. Peter and St. Paul. Hearken to my voice! Obey God!"
The foolish widow, much astonished and surprised, and half ravished with delight, really believed that God had sent this messenger. She vowed to herself that she would not disobey, and it was long ere she slept again, and then not very soundly, so greatly did she desire and await the day.
Meanwhile the good hermit returned to his hermitage in the mountain. The much-desired day at last dawned, and the sun pierced into the chamber of the said widow, and both mother and daughter rose in great haste.
When they were up and dressed, and their little household set in order, the mother asked her daughter if she had heard anything in the night.
The daughter replied, "No, mother; nothing."
"It was not to you," said the mother, "that the message was first delivered, albeit it concerns you greatly."
Then she related at length the angel's message which God had sent her, and asked her what she should reply thereto.
The girl, who was like her mother, simple and devout, replied; "Praise be to God. Whatever pleases you, mother, shall be done."
"That is well spoken," replied the mother. "Let us go to the mountain to the holy man, as the angel bade us."
The hermit was on the watch to see whether the foolish woman would bring her innocent daughter, and beheld them coming. He left his door half open, and knelt down in prayer in his chamber, in order that he might be found at his devotions.
It happened as he wished, for the good woman and her daughter, when they saw the door open, entered at once; and when they beheld the hermit in holy contemplation, as though he had been a god, they did homage to him.
The hermit, with his eyes bent down to the earth, said in a humble voice; "God save you both."
Then the poor old woman, anxious that he should know the cause of her coming, took him on one side, and told him from beginning to end the story-which he knew better than she did. And as she related the tale with great veneration and respect, the hermit folded his hands and turned up his eyes to heaven, and the good old woman wept, more for joy than for grief; and the poor girl also wept when she saw this good and holy hermit pray with such deep devotion she did not know why.
When the story was finished, the old woman awaited the reply, which he did not hasten to give. But after a certain time he spoke, and said, "Praise be to God! But, my dear friend, are you really sure that the message you say you heard, may not have been some imagine or illusion created by your own heart? The matter is a serious one."
"I certainly heard the voice, father, which brought me this joyful message, as plainly as I now hear you, and I do not think I was asleep."
"Well," said he, "I should be unwilling to act against the wishes of my Creator; but it seems best to me that you and I should again sleep upon this matter, and if the angel should appear to you again, come back and tell me, and God will give us good counsel. We should not believe too readily, good mother. The devil, who is always envious of the good, has many tricks, and can change himself into an angel of light. Believe me, mother, it is no light thing you ask of me, and it is no marvel if I seem to hesitate. Have I not sworn before God, a vow of chastity? And here you bring me word that I am to break my oath! Return to your house and pray to God, and tomorrow we shall see what will happen. God be with you."
After much discussion, they left the hermit and returned home thoughtfully.
To cut the story short, our hermit, at the accustomed time set forth, carrying a hollow stick instead of a staff, and putting it near the pillow of the foolish woman, delivered much the same message as on the previous night; and that being done, returned at once to his hermitage.
The good woman, filled with joy, rose early and related all the story to her daughter, showing how the vision of the previous night had been confirmed. "There is no time to be lost! We must go to the holy man!"
They went, and he saw them coming, and took his breviary and acted the hypocrite as before, but God knows he was not thinking of his devotions. And just as he had finished, and was about to recommence, there were the two women in front of his hut saluting him, and you may imagine that the old lady hurried through her narration; whereupon the good man made the sign of the cross, and feigning great surprise, said, "Oh God! my Creator! What is this? Do with me as you will-though, if it were not for thy great grace, I am not worthy to perform such a great work!"
"But see, father!" said the much-abused and deceived woman: "the message is true, since the angel has again appeared unto me."
"In truth, my dear friend, this matter is of great importance and very difficult and strange, so that I yet can give but a doubtful reply. Not that I would tempt God by demanding another vision, but there is a saying, "The third time is sure.'" Therefore I beg and desire of you to let pass this night also, and await the pleasure of God, and if of His great mercy it please Him to show us also this night as on the previous nights, we will do as He bids us to His praise."
It was not with a good grace that the foolish old woman was induced to put off this act of obedience to God, but she knew the hermit was wiser than she was.
When she was in bed, and thinking over all these marvelous visions, this perverse hypocrite came down from his mountain, placed his hollow stick to her ear, as before, and commanded her, once for all, to obey the message and take her daughter to the hermit for the purpose mentioned.
She did not forget, as soon as it was day, to do her duty, and when she and her daughter had given thanks to God, they set out for the hermitage, where the hermit came forth to meet them, and saluted and blessed them in the name of God.
The good woman, more joyous than ever, informed him of the last vision. The hermit took her by the hand and led her into the chapel, and the girl followed them. There they made most devout prayers to the all-powerful God who had vouchsafed to show them this mystery.
Then the hermit delivered a short sermon, touching dreams, visions, apparitions, and revelations, which often come to certain people, and alluded to the cause for which they were there assembled, and God knows that he preached well and righteously.
"Since God willed and commanded that he should create a successor to the Pope, and had deigned to reveal His will not once or twice, but three times, he must needs believe and conclude that great results must follow from this deed. It is my opinion," he concluded, "that we should no longer defer the execution of His orders, seeing that we have already delayed so long, through refusing to believe in this holy vision."
"That is well said, father. What would it please you to do?" replied the old woman.
"You will leave your fair daughter here," said the hermit, "and she and I will pray together, and moreover do whatever God shall teach us."
The good widow was much pleased, and her daughter was content to obey. When the hermit found himself alone with the damsel, he made her strip entirely as though he would baptize her, and you may imagine that the hermit did not long remain dressed. But why make a long story? He lay with her so long, and so often repeated it both in his cell and at her home, that at last she could not leave the house for shame, for her belly began to swell-at which you need not to be told she was overjoyed.
But if the daughter rejoiced to find herself pregnant, the mother rejoiced a hundred times more, and the hypocritical hermit also pretended to rejoice at the news, though inwardly he was bitterly vexed.
The poor credulous mother, really believing that her daughter would bring forth a son who should in due time be Pope of Rome, could not help relating the story to one of her intimate friends, who was as much astonished as though she had found horns growing on her head, but, nevertheless, suspected no trickery.
Ere long the neighbor had told the other male and female neighbors, how the daughter of such a one was pregnant by the holy hermit of a son who was to be Pope of Rome.
"And what I tell you," she said, "the mother of the girl told me, and God revealed it to her."
The news soon spread through all the neighboring towns. Soon afterward, the girl was brought to bed, and duly delivered of a female child, at which she and her foolish mother were both astonished and angry, and the neighbors also, who expected the holy hermit to have been there to receive the child.
The report spread quite as quickly as the previous one, and the hermit was one of the first to hear of it, and quickly fled into another country-I know not where-to deceive another woman or girl, or perhaps into the desert of Egypt to perform penance, with a contrite heart, for his sin. However that may be, the poor girl was dishonored; which was a great pity, for she was fair, good, and amiable.
MY PROFESSOR'S WIFE
I came to the city as a very innocent green grasshopper absolutely ignorant of my own body not to speak of that of the other sex. I was brought up in a family of almost puritans and said topic was almost a taboo. I used to wonder vaguely about these things without the curiosity to get any knowledge about them.
My professor was a kind man. He asked me one day where I was staying. I told him the name of the street and he looked thoughtful and after a few minutes he asl:ed me to shift the quarters as they are not good. I told him that I tried but could not get one and hence I was compelled to stay there. The topic was cut short as the bell was just then given.
A few days afterward my professor invited me to tea and I took great care to present myself at his house at the precise hour. The table was laid for four and I found myself sitting opposite my professor's wife, while professor Mr. K was sitting opposite his daughter, aged about five. I took my tea and, in conversation, Mr. K asked me again whether I was staying in the same house. I said yes. Then he asked his wife whether they could take me in their front room as that was vacant. She agreed and said she had no objection. "The other room adjoining to that is used only occasionally," she said.
So I shifted my lodgings to Mr. K's house and occupied the front portion. A few days after I heard voices of Mrs. K and her daughter in the room adjoining mine and this roused my curiosity but I could not satisfy myself as the door was closed.
Night came. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a cough and a sort of restlessness in the other room. While I was sitting at the door I saw some light coming out through a chink and I went there and saw through it. I found Mrs. K sitting on the bed and sighing and looking longingly toward my room. She afterward lay down again. Her dress was in disorder and most of her legs was bare and some portions of her thighs were also visible. The portion of the cloth covering the breasts was pushed to one side but as her breasts were covered by a bodice, it did not make any difference to me. I went back to my bed and fell asleep. In the morning Mr. K told me he would be going out to a distant place to meet a cousin of his and would not come back for about a week or ten days. So he asked me to be careful in attending the college and help Mrs. K if she wanted me to go to market, etc.
Mrs. K then gave him a send off and I again went back to my room, as it was Sunday, and fell asleep. In the middle of my sleep I was awakened by a series of taps from the adjoining room and I thought the sound was due to the driving of nails in the wall. A few minutes after the door of the room was cautiously opened and I saw the wife of my professor peeping from the gap. I sat up and asked her what she wanted.
She said: "Oh! you are awake. I feel so lonely and will you come back and talk to me in my room."
So I entered her room and there were only a chair and a cot on which was spread Mrs. K's bed. I sat on the chair and we began to talk about the college and the other activities there.
I must give a description of Mrs. K before I proceed on. She is about twenty-five. Her body is finely proportioned. Her eyes are large and jet black. Her face is oval and a pleasing smile always covers her lips. Her complexion is like a creamy rose. Her curly hair is very unruly despite her efforts at subduing it. She has on the whole a beautiful and desirable personality.
While I was talking to her I felt sleepy and so she asked me to sleep on the bed while she said she would sit on the chair. She dragged the chair toward the foot of the bed and sat there spreading her legs. I looked at her legs and found that her thighs were visible and a slight part of the lower portion of her belly. In the dim light I could not take in the details of her, but the general effect was pleasing and exciting. So that my penis stood up in all its glory. I felt I could not open my eyes any length and to avoid the embarrassing situation I closed my eyes. She sat there for some time and then, feeling herself also sleepy, she came and lay down by my side. She pretended to sleep as I afterward found and also began to snore. Though I felt sleepy I could not yet sleep as having a lady by one's side is not conducive to sleeping.
Also my poor prick was near its bursting point. She was heaving her breasts and their regular up and down movements were also very exciting. I felt like pressing them, so I pretended I was in a restless sleeping mood and threw my hand over her and allowed my palm to rest on her breasts. She continued to sleep, so I grew bold and pressed her left breast. It went down as a puff of cotton. Then as it was evident that there would not be any opposition, I placed my hand inside her bodice and felt all over her chest. It was so nice and in my wanderings my hand came into contact with her nipples which are well developed. I kneaded them into stony hardness. She then, as if in sleep, rested her hand on my penis and pressed. This made my poor prick throb with painful intensity. She then deliberately removed my fly and caught hold of my penis and moved it up and down. I placed my hand on her cunt and probed her there, with my finger in her hole. She then caught hold of my head there and placed it at a particular place and rubbed it at that particular place for a few seconds and now she got up. She got up on my thighs and put my penis in her crack and moved up and down till she could no longer adopt her sitting position. My soul was flying away from me. In that movement I bit her lower lip and when she thrust her tongue at me, I sucked it savagely.
So after such savage bitings of each other, she rolled onto her side and I found that my penis fell limp to one side and the balls and pubic region were all wet. She wiped herself and me and then, with hands on each other's things and pressing them ardently, we were again at the heated point where we could wait no longer. This time she drew me onto her and asked me to come between her thighs. I did so and leaned forward according to her instructions and felt my penis caught hold of and put in the crack again. She asked me to move up and down and when I did so I felt pleasant irritation. I continued slowly till she cried, "Go on rapidly."
I moved faster and the more I moved the more I wanted to move and the more she screamed. I again melted and fell like a log on her. After a time she asked me to get up and, again wiping each other, this time we fell asleep.
When morning came she woke me up and sent me to my room. After meals she opened my room and came in. I closed the door of my room leading outside already and we lost no time in stripping off all our clothes. I took the initiative. I first of all took off her bodice and her beautiful hard and velvety breasts came into my view. I could not resist the temptation of taking the nipples and sucking them like a baby.
She grew excited and removed my shirt. I had nothing but at that time, then slowly removed the folds of her skirt and slowly uncovered her belly. Her belly was smooth and being again tempted by the smoothness of her skin, I kissed her belly and lower down. She pushed off my head but I forced away her hands and quickly took hold of her smooth folds of her cunt and sucked them to my heart's content. She suddenly sat on a chair and pushed my mouth and head inside her thighs and spent copiously in my mouth. I greedily lapped it up and then when I sucked her cunt dry I got up and dragged her to the bed and I lay down on my back and pulled her up on me. She, instead of astriding herself on me, reversed herself on me so that her cunt came to my face and then pressing it on my mouth took my penis in her mouth and passed her tongue on its heated head, then sucked it luxuriously. I took her clitoris and again sucked her. She moved the clitoris some times on my nose and in this way she poured her lava into my mouth again. I also melted into her mouth, which she sucked dry. After this I fucked her two more times. Then she went out to attend her work and left me to a sweet slumber.
Mrs. K was a very lustful person. She was insatiable and sucked me often dry. She preferred my sucking her cunt to fucking her. The cause was I would go on sucking till she was perfectly satisfied. Such was my professor's wife, the burning crack of whom still makes me gasp in wonder.
THE MILK MAID
I had taken a room in a respectable house and there were plenty of facilities for a man of active habits and inclination to get amusements in his spare time. I was dressing in my room at four in the evening when I heard a musical voice asking for the mistress of the house. Everybody was out and so I peeped out to see who that woman was. My attention was attracted by a girl of about eleven, fair complexioned, and anxious to get information, I therefore wanted her to tell me what she wanted and she told me that her mother had asked her to find out from the mistress of the house whether the newcomer (meaning me) yould like to get milk in the morning, and if so what amount. I told her that I am the man concerned and gave her due instructions about the milk and asked her to get it early in the morning. Her name was Miss S.
Accordingly Miss S used to come to my room early, at five o'clock, and ask me to take in milk. Miss S is a very active girl and besides giving me milk, she used to prepare my coffee. I taught her to light up the stove and as a compensation I used to give her coffee. This went on for a few days. I noticed that she was just then giving rise to budding breasts and they were plainly visible through her jacket. Fancy took me to handle them and kiss them. I am now more familiar with Miss S and asked her one day what she had put in her jacket to make them bulge out like that. She blushed and I asked her to come near. While she was hesitating, I jerked her near and made her sit on my lap. I asked her not to be afraid and kissed her cheeks and lips lightly and this made her a bit more natural, while asking her all sorts of silly questions and prattling noise I slowly put my hand beneath the jacket and touched her budding beauties.
They were soft and smooth yet only the aureola was budding out. I slowly kneaded the nipples without giving any pain. She was keeping quiet and so I asked her to sit on my lap facing me, and she did so. I then kissed her tongue and sucked it, so that she might get excited; when I left off her tongue she did the same thing for me also. As it was getting late, I asked her to go away that day.
Next morning after coffee I asked her to sit in my lap again. She was willing and then I asked her whether she liked me. She said she liked me very much.
"Then will you do what I want you to do."
"Yes, what do you want me to do."
"All right, get into my bed and pretend to be asleep."
She did accordingly. I then approached the bed and found she was pretending sleep. So I rolled her blouse up to her neck, and then sucked one of her nipples while nibbling the other one. I then raised her skirts. She had beautiful feet and smooth calves. Her thighs were well formed and showed great promise. I enjoyel the sight of these for some time and raised the skirts still further. I noticed that she had a most beautiful and tiny cunt; her lips tightly closing. Just above the junction of the lips she had light hair. The down was still attractive and it was just then sprouting. It was as beautiful as a rose.
I then lightly passed over my tongue on her cunt and found it delicious. She just moved her buttocks and this indicated to me that she had her sex passions already coming up. I then separated the lips and searched with my tongue for the very tiny clitoris, and sucked it luxuriously. Miss S now opened her eyes and said what I was doing was very nice, and asked me to continue doing it.
I sucked her clitoris and also inserted my tongue into her tiny vagina. My tongue could not go far and was obstructed by a smooth membrance and when I passed my tongue on it, Miss S became wild. This play continued for some time, all the time Miss S getting increasingly excited, then all of a sudden I felt a warm flow into my mouth. I asked Miss S to get up. I then lay on the bed and Miss S lay reversed on me. I took a good look at close quarters and I could not resist the temptation for another snack. I dragged her by her thighs till her cunt came right near my mouth, then I lightly bit her two lips and the mons veneris and had a satisfactory suck. In the meanwhile, Miss S was not idle. Nature compelled her to take my cock into her mouth and suck it. She moved her head up and down and we discharged into each other's mouth in supreme bliss.
This mutual sucking continued. One day, Miss S did not come. For four days she did not come. I grew anxious and was about to ask her mother about her when Miss S came in and looked ravishingly beautiful. I dragged her to my bed and demanded an explanation for her absence. She whispered into my ear that she had been indisposed because of her menses, and that she was now fully mature and the prospect frightened her. I was overjoyed at the thought that she was now fully ready for me, yet always before I had been frightened that I might injure her, but now I had no such fear. So I told her I would take away her virginity that day. She protested but I forcibly threw her on the bed and, raising her skirts, sucked till she spent in my mouth. Then I applied oil to my shaft and to her hole which seemed to have expanded and also covered with more hair. I rubbed the head of my prick on her clitoris till she could endure it no longer. So I gently pushed in and struck at the entrance to the temple of Venus. I warned her that it would be painful and gave a steady pressure to my shaft. Something broke in and tears came into her eyes, though she bore it without flinching. I finished off and she said she did not feel any pleasure. So for the next two days I did not fuck her so that her wound might heal up. On the fourth day I fucked her again and this time she was really enjoying the fuck. We died at the same time, and from this day onward we added this also to our usual pleasure.
Time passed on and as inevitable as fate, Miss S was married to a country bumpkin who took her away to a distance place. Before she went she came to me and we had all sorts of love play and we separated sadly. I asked her not to despise her husband but do her duty to her husband, and then she would find her life happy. I promised whenever she would want me I would be ready. She laughed in her tears and said she could understand this and we had a glorious parting fuck then and there.
So Miss S went to her husband's house leaving me disconsolate. And six months thus rolled on.
One day I was particularly depressed and fell asleep and then began to dream about my beautiful Miss S. I felt somebody was standing beside me and opened my eyes with a jerk and found the object of my dream standing there, her hollows filled up and with a slight protuberance to her stomach.
"Is it a dream?" I exclaimed.
"No," came the musical answer. And to demonstrate the reality, she took my standing prick in her mouth and rolled her tongue luxuriously. I asked her to give me her cunt to suck. So she reversed herself on me and I sucked her cunt for a few seconds and then turned her down and I got down from the bed. I made her kneel and then entered her through her back door. We had a glorious fuck and to enhance her enjoyment, I rubbed her clitoris which was now well grown up. We then died in mutual agony and after the first edge of the appetite was taken away sufficiently, we fell to talking.
"What good fortune of mine brought you here?"
She showed me her rounded stomach and said, "You have got a seven month baby here." I was overjoyed and kissed her stomach wildly and she was pleased to see the effect on me. Not to tire her thereafter, we had occasional fucks and then we had to be content with mutual sucking.
Another two and half months rolled on and the next visit of Miss S to me was with a tiny baby girl of a few days. I was in seventh heaven. Out of respect for the baby and for the condition of my Miss S, I contented myself with more kissing.
I am now old. I truly loved Miss S and even though she is married to some other man yet in the sight of God, by the rights of first enjoyment and by virtue of my baby, I had more right to her than her own husband. Fate also thought like that. For a few days after the baby was presented to me, the news came that the baby had lost its apparent father. The news was a stunning blow to the family of Miss S for after all is said and done Miss S's family is poor and could not bear her burden for long. After the period of mourning was over, one day Miss S came to me and asked me to hold out my hands. I did so. She gave me the rosy baby which was so like herself and myself that I felt a thrill go all through my body.
I saw a change come over her but could not figure what it was. She was as loving as ever, but there was a sort of melancholy smile hovering over her ever-smiling lips. I felt uneasy. I asked her what the matter was.
"Before I tell you anything, will you give me frank answers?"
"Yes."
"Why did you not marry anyone?"
"I loved you even though you are married to somebody and hence I could not marry anybody else. I am faithful to you and to our love." All the while I held my baby and kissed her, telling Miss S, "I love this baby better than myself and would adopt her and give her a good education and a status in life." Miss S was overjoyed but began to cry at the same time as if her heart would break.
The reader might have known by this time Miss S also loved me, but owing to the exigencies of caste she dared not reveal her love to me though she willingly and gladly gave her whole body and reputation to me. But when her parents pressed her to marry, the girl was able to guess the futility of her love for me and she assured me on a previous occasion that bumpkin had not even once enjoyed her, and she took care that he spent between her thighs or on the bed sheet, the bumpkin all the while thinking that he had been enjoying her body.
As we were talking the baby cried and I placed her on the bed. Miss S then got up to kiss the baby and began to cry afresh. I suspected something was wrong and suddenly my gaze fell on a packet in which some pills were seen when I opened it. I was about to put one in my mouth when Miss S turned around, dashed the whole thing from my hand in a horrified whisper not to take it. Then I understood why she had been crying and also understood the hopelessness of her love and how she felt that rather than marry another man for money, she preferred death in the company of love.
A wave of pity passed through me. Out of this pity and love for Miss S was born in me at that instant a determination to acknowledge before man what I had already acknowledged before God. I took her into my arms and comforted her and told her I was marrying her and she protested that society would crush us. I stilled her fears and we were married openly.
I have never regretted my act. After a few years of married life and contentment she was snatched away, suddenly, leaving me and my girl alone. My girl is married to a nobleman and is now happy.
I am left with Miss S of my dreams, Miss S of my love. Miss S who though poor, illiterate, cast her tiny boat on the boundless and stormy ocean of life along with me.
SISTER-IN-LAW
My sister-in-law was a very nice woman who devoted all her life in search of new pastures of experience. She was not more than forty when she died but had compressed in her short time an ocean of experience. My acquaintance began with her when she was thirteen years old. When she was fourteen an unforeseen development took place in her nature. Before she was a girl of assertive temperament and opposition. But after her puberty she was shortly nuptialized. She returned home, began to be peevish and grumble at anything and everything, and developed into a shrew.
One moonlit night I was excited by my accidentally seeing my sister-in-law, Mrs. S, dressing herself. She was almost dressed. She was putting on a jacket, and was holding it so that one breast was visible completely to me. I hastily withdrew but the impression remained and excited me on that moonlit night.
I pondered over her strange behavior but could not get at the correct solution. I came out of the place where I was sleeping and found all others who were sleeping outside as still as dead figures, except Mrs. S.
I went near her bed, took hold of her hand boldly, and pulled at her. She did not respond but lay quiet. I, not at all encouraged, went back and lay down on my bed which was enclosed by four walls open above and leading outside where others are sleeping. The passage could be opened or shut by a door that could be fastened from inside. I came and lay on my bed and wondered at my boldness. What would Mrs. S say tomorrow morning? I had my back to the door which was kept open without any ulterior motive. There was some sound, probably some wind shutting the door. But I felt somebody sitting on my bed. I turned round and saw Mrs. S, her eyes shining like stars. I looked at her, took her hand, and dragged her into my lap.
She sat there entwining her arms around my neck. Without a word I took her lips and tongue and sucked them hard like a devil. She responded with great ardor. You must know I was excited very much. So I considered any further delay dangerous to my peace of mind and also may lead to discovery. So I opened her jacket and out came her glorious breasts. Full and round, topped with rosy rings, with hard erect nipples in their middles. We lay side by side and I took one breast in my mouth and began to suck it, while I kneaded the other with my thumb and forefinger. Then I felt the junction of her thighs and found her to be very hot and slippery. She took hold of my prick and uncovered it. Meanwhile I left off sucking the breast, pushed her skirt up to her navel, felt her smooth thighs, stomach and the joining of the nether lips. I felt there something hard and erect and I just pressed it with my forefinger and thumb. She grew impatient, lay down flat and opened up her thighs and exposed her bottom portion by putting some pillows under her buttocks and dragged me onto her.
Though I was a novice I knew the theory of fucking well. So I pushed at her cunt blindly and with much force, but to no effect. Now above the hole, now a little to one side, now far below it. She grew wild and took my tongue in her mouth. Fixing me there, she caught hold of my erring rod and deposited it in the proper place. I pushed with great vigor in and out and bit her tongue when my chance came and fucked away like a devil till we felt life would slip away from us.
Her grip over me relaxed and I pressed her in an embrace and squeezed her till her bones cracked and she gasped for breath; I was feeling for broken bones. When the fury of fucking was over, we regained our senses.
She laughed and said, "My bones are all right." She took my champion, now hanging limp after working so well. She moved the skin up and down and it regained its hardness. She pushed me down and sat on me and fucked herself in an inverted way. She rocked herself to and fro till she shivered with the excess of delight of spending. She then kissed me.
We lay again and I embraced her madly and asked her why she pretended to be sleeping. In response she bit me and I bit her and this excited us again. This time I had bent her like a cow on her knees and arms and fucked her from behind. We finished this also and she said she must really be going. She squeezed my testicles and my penis showed new signs of life. "No, no, naughty dear, not today again." So saying, she noiselessly slipped out.
Next night she said she was feeling the effect of sleeping out. So she said she would sleep in a place where nobody would come inside, near the inner compound. There is communication by door between my enclosed yard and hers. For the suspicious there is the door. It is locked and opened by the people sleeping on that side. I unbolted the inside door so that it might be easy for Mrs. S to open from her side. I also well-oiled the hinges so that they may not creak. I lay down and was waiting for Mrs. S when she came without making any sound.
I said, "You must not have any clothing on you, my dear." I took off her jacket and bodice which were covering my treasures. I kissed them and then untied the skirt and placed all her clothing neatly under the pillow. She stood with moonlight falling on her, lighting her hills and dales. She was very beautiful even in day time. In moonlight she looked ravishing, her long and adored plait of hair falling on her buttocks.
"Oh, what buttocks!" Hillocks of flesh with tiny dimples all over, smooth and glistening skin! I could not resist the temptation of kissing and pressing them on my cheeks. They were cool. I then lay flat on the bed and inspected every inch of her body. I kept her legs closed, looked at her stomach and lower down minutely, and even kissed the smooth skin there. I asked her what had become of the hair there that I had seen yesterday. She said she removed it. She said she must shave regularly underneath once a week. "Though I had not much hair, I imitated some of my older friends and began to shave underneath, so that it is kept especially clean there."
I kissed her on the thighs and opened them arid kissed the lips and sucked them a little and then squeezed her thighs and calves. I opened her thighs wide so that her hole might be fully visible. She bore all this with fortitude and when I finished my inspection, she heaved a sigh and pushed me on the bed and divested me of every particle of my dress. She lay with her feet to me and began to inspect the only treasure I got. Everything was neat and clean and well washed with soap only a few hours ago. She took the rod in her hand and pressed it and moved the skin up and down. It stiffened. She was then with her back to me (lying on her belly) so that I could squeeze her breast and knead the nipples while she pressed my testicles nervously as though she was hesitating to do something. She then turned round and faced me, saying, "Dear, don't get astonished at whatever I do."
She then lay on her stomach, facing the engine of love. She pushed the skin down and began to inspect the upper portions. She pressed the head and pushed it in her mouth. I allowed her to do whatever she liked. Her position, when she took it from a side, was inconvenient and straining, so she lay flat on me. She could not put more of my cock head in her mouth. Then she knelt on her hands and knees and she found that this position gave her the greatest comfort. She squeezed the head, titillated the hole in the middle, and then in her excitement pressed her hot cunt on my mouth. She began in fact to fuck me in her mouth.
On my part I pressed my tongue on her smooth and velvety skin and I liked the sensation I so got. So I reached my lips then separated them and searched till I could get the projecting hard thing in my lips and sucked it while she grew wild in her mouth movement. I pushed my tongue in her reeking hole. I sucked the nether lips hard and long and poked, searched, thrust and bit her cunt till with one gasp she flooded my mouth with a warm flow while she received mine in her mouth and swallowed it with relish. She then turned round and kissed me.
We washed our mouths and then we talked in low whispers.
She asked me, "How do you like cunt sucking?"
I said, "Splendidly, but how did you come to know that there is anything like this? After yesterday's fuck you were quiet during the day, and the servants were immensely happy for once, and your nagging tongue was silenced." She smiled and kissed me and took my rod which was already showing new signs of life. She squeezed it and brought it to an immediate stand. She took it in her hand and put it in her cunt and after getting it well lodged and comfortably arranged, she said, "Lack of this was the real cause of my peevishness." Her husband was now a spent force and only could enjoy another man and woman fucking in front of him. She also said that her husband preferred sucking her cunt and she mouth-fucking him whenever his dilapidated penis could raise up its head.
She was in the meanwhile making regular movements and rubbing her clitoris on my rod, so that further conversation was stopped till we reached our climax. She then wiped me and wiped herself and asked me to come to her house where she could show me all the tricks connected with fucking and her husband would be pleased to have her fucked by me in his presence.
I said, "Would he not get jealous."
"In fact, he has been urging me to do this before for a long time."
She was going away in a day or two. I wanted to suck her and fuck her before we parted for the night She took the position of 69 and we buried our heads in each other's thighs and lay sideways. It was very delightful to suck her cunt, tight lips, and clitoris. In this posture we found mutual satisfaction speedily forthcoming. After this I gave up sucking and lay with my head burried between her soft thighs and inhaled .her lavender. For her part she continued sucking till there was a pole standing in front of her. She then staked herself on me and got another climax. I did not join her. So I pushed her backward and without losing the joint managed to get over her, fuck her savagely, giving her soul-killing deep thrusts till we again melted simultaneously and lay locked up in each other's arms till a soft breeze stirring and passing over our naked bodies brought us to our senses.
We got up and dressed ourselves. I promised that like her husband I also would not get jealous and begged her to satisfy her ardent nature. "Be a happy and smiling woman rather than a very chaste and sour vixen."
She said she also came to the same conclusion. She would talk with her husband and then let me fuck her in his presence. We then slept in each other's arms closely embraced till the crows made a hell of noise on their departure to earn their daily bread.
Mrs. S went to her bed and slept till her mother came and woke her up and took her in. After her meals she was in menses. So till they ceased, nothing serious could be done except squeezing her breasts while she fucked me with her mouth. On the second day she was not satisfied with mere handling. She grew very excited and said, "Come what may I must fuck you this night."
"If you have such a desire I have absolutely no objection," and I fucked her twice till she was satisfied. She then washed me well and applied some oil so that nothing might happen, and we then separated for that night.
Since both of us were passionate, no hole, or place was sacred to us. I asked her to let me fuck in her smaller hole between the buttocks next time. Next day we put this into practice. I applied oil well to her and then to my rod. I kept her on her hands and knees and kissed her buttocks and then stressed her legs well so that her buttocks spread and made her hole stretch wide. I gently pushed my penis in. At first she felt it painful, but after the first penetration she enjoyed it as much, and especially when I rubbed her clitoris and poked her hole and fucked her simultaneously. I spent in her bowels and she flooded my hand with her sperm. I washed myself and then fucked her in the cunt again till she spent in great ecstasy.
After her bath we went to her husband's house and we enjoyed ourselves to our outmost.
Mrs. S's husband came to the station in a car and took us to his house. We bathed and took a good hearty meal. I felt I would go out onto the terrace and sleep there till some better arrangement could be made. I was tired and was just going when I felt Mrs. S seizing my rod and putting it in her cunt while somebody tickled my testicles. I thought it was some dream. But it was real and I opened my eyes to find that Mr. S was closely watching the clinging lips and moving rod in between them and Mrs. S moving up and down and jumping on me. He tickled my testicles and squeezed her breasts and we could not but dissolve away soon like this. After this he took her off me, wiped her cunt and sucked it and, strange to tell, her smaller hole also, while she put his thing in her mouth. But even without moving he gave out his thin watery liquid. After that, Mrs. S left off sucking his prick. I lay inside the legs of her husband so that the legs of her husband were pressed to my sides while I put my legs on his sides in such a position that my buttocks were pressing upon his limp penis while mine was substituted in its place. The more her cunt was sucked savagely the more she bit my cock and sucked me till she melted in her husband's mouth while I into her mouth. Then we got up and Mrs. S wiped us all.
We fell into general conversation and I congratulated Mr. S on his fine disposition and said Mrs. S was really a fortunate girl.
He said he was immensely glad that her choice fell on me and hoped I would do justice to her choice by responding whenever she liked. "I have a weakness," he said, "I hope you will help me to satisfy my weakness also."
I said, "I will do as a host asks me to do, provided it gives pleasure to all concerned."
He took my rod, which was again standing stiff, in his mouth and sucked it a bit. Then he placed himself on arms and legs and Mrs. S oiled his hole well and took me by the prick and placed the head near the hole. Nothing loath, I pushed in, and it went in easily. I should say Mrs. S was a neat person, everything was clean shaven and neat. I pushed in and out while Mrs. S went round and got a chair up to the level of the cot and taking the head and shoulders of her husband, pushed out her cunt to him after making herself comfortable. He sucked her beautifully and I had a good look as the head and cunt moved at each other. This excited me savagely. I took hold of his testicles and rod and squeezed, moved the skin up and down, twisted and made him spend exactly at the same moment. I spent into his bowels.
I then separated from Mr. S and then fucked Mrs. S twice in her cunt and then in her smaller hole while her husband sucked her cunt and took my testicles in his mouth and passed his tongue onto them. This had a most exciting effect on me. It made me move faster and faster till I gave her a final thrust, poured forth my liquid soul into her stomach. We wiped ourselves and slept on the same bed.
We arranged our positions like this: Mrs. S in the middle, Mr. S and I on either side of her, each catching and cupping her breast near to his side, Mrs.
S lying on her back. We turned on our sides while she lay flat with outstretched legs. We placed our thighs on her thighs and felt perfectly happy. But I soon found I cannot sleep like this. My cock was standing stiff and sleep was impossible so I lay upside-down and sucked her cunt.
I wanted to suck her till my prick would not raise its head for the night. She for her part, took mine into her mouth and moved the skin up and down and sucked it till the pearly liquid came forth. We were not satisfied with this. So we went on sucking each other. I soon got stiff and changed my position and turned Mrs. S's back to me and entered her cunt that way. Meanwhile Mr. S also got excited while I fucked Mrs. S in her cunt and squeezed her utmost. He sucked her tongue and lips and rubbed his limp affair in her clitoris and spent before long without ever getting an erection. He then turned on his back and slept like a log. Shortly, Mrs. S and I fucked that night till she could bear it no longer, even her smaller hole had been used up. Then she had a imagine to fuck me in the butt as I had done to her husband. She came on my back while I was kneeling on my hands and knees, separated my thighs, sucked my testicles now hanging loosely and frigged the cock a little and when it showed signs of renewed activity, she left off. She then put her hand on her cunt with two projecting fingers while one or two were inside her cunt.
She then took her position near my buttocks and introduced her fingers into my hole, took my cock, now roused to full life in her other disengaged hand and masturbated it. She exactly timed the moving of her hand to her finger fucking in the butt. When she pushed her fingers inside me the other fingers inside her cunt came out a little and when she pushed out her fingers from my hole she got her fingers into her own cunt and thus rubbed the clitoris and tickled herself in the cunt. So she had fucked me and herself simultaneously, and both of us spent at the same time. We washed our parts, Mrs. S with cold water. After that she went to sleep peacefully, between her husband and brother-in-law. We got up in the morning and went our way to spend the time as best as we could and renew our play more during night.
I stayed at Mrs. S's house for a fort-night and during that time I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Needless to say that Mrs. S was her own beautiful self, and I asked her to call on my services whenever she showed a tendency to be shrewish. She said she would have no hesitation and we parted with fuck in both the holes then and there.
Time rolled on for a few months and I found myself in my mother-in-law's house. But also time had not treated me kindly. Mr. S caught cold and died without rallying. He left his vast property to his wife absolutely. But what is wealth to Mrs. S without a raining rod behind it? When a servant maid came in she scolded her roundly and began to sob. All others thought that this kind of strange behavior was due to her recent condition. So when nobody was there I pressed her hand and whispered that she should come to me that night after making her own arrangements. I went away and bathed and was waiting for her in my four walled space. At 9 o'clock she came, flung herself into my arms and began to cry her heart out. I consoled her as best as I could and said I would be always at her service. She need not hesitate. So saying, I took her hand and placed it on my standing, bursting prick. She grasped it greedily, placed it in her cunt and rolled on her back. In the top of her we fucked to our hearts' content, and then tightly embraced the balls and rod comfortably socketed in the hollow of her thighs while our thighs interlocked.
We woke up completely refreshed and during the day having nothing to do I thought of ways and means of pleasing Mrs. S. By this time I have become thoroughly unscrupulous. My mother-in-law was not very old. She had still her attractions. I wanted to spy out and see whether her body was in a hopelessly bad condition or a good resilient one. She had not many children and I suspect that her daughter, Mrs. S, inherited her ardent disposition. Next morning I went to my dressing room and shut the doors and waited for my mother-in-law to come into her bathroom with her soap.
She shut and bolted the door, now being safe from observation. She took off her jacket and bodice; stood in all her glorious nakedness before me, then turned to lie on the other side! Oh! what a sight she was facing me! Her body way quiet proportionate and still supple. Her muscles were not flagging at all. She presently began to take deep breaths and raise her arms sideways, then raise them upward. She bent her back forward till she touched the ground with her palms. This exercise was repeated for twenty times quickly. She then lay flat on her back, raised first one and then another leg. Then she raised her legs together. Then brought the feet toward the head, touching the ground on the other side without bending her knees. This kept her stomach from sagging out. She then sat on a stool and allowed the sweat to dry up. I then had the back view of my mother-in-law, Mrs. K. Her back muscles were tight and taut. Her breasts, because of the exercise, were round and firm. Mrs. K then stood up and dragged the stool toward the bathing pot. She first cleaned her cunt. She was opposite to my peep hole and stretched wide her legs. She washed the lips of the cunt. She especially cleaned the junction of the lips and rubbed the clitoris till her eyes shone like stars. Then she washed the parts in warm water and soap.
And then she did a curious thing. She stood up and pushed in a brush handle the size of my penis-you must know mine is the stoutest one known-in her hole and began regular fucking movements. She was standing with one leg on the floor and another raised and placed on the stool to facilitate the poking operation and grasped the edge of the wall with one hand for support and the other hand continued the movements vigorously. I could not longer restrain myself. I unbolted the door of communication from my side and tried to open it. Oh joy! joy! It is not bolted on her side. I was completely naked in a minute and opened the door slowly. She closed her eyes and was beginning to enjoy herself. I took hold of her working hand and drew the dildo from her hole and I put my equally stout prick inside instead. She screamed slightly and opened her eyes and then began to bawl out. I caught hold of her and warned her not to cry out. I dragged her into the adjoining room. We sat on the floor and I pushed her back on the floor flat on her back and without any preliminary endearments, I opened her thighs forcibly and poked into her cunt. In the meantime I took her lips in my mouth and began to suck and bite them. She at first lay quiet but my savage thrusts excited some response to every heave afterward. I then took her tongue and sucked it. She slightly, like a passing wind, touched my lips with her tongue and by this she showed me that I had been forgiven for such a rude penetration into her. After this I kissed her in token of craving pardon, which she did by a smile and a kiss and began to suck my tongue. My poking was rapid. She caught me as if in a vise, Suddenly she relaxed while I poured forth into her convulsive bowels my hot sperm. I fucked her twice before I got up from her.
Mrs. K took me into her lap and boxed my ears, playfully called me a naughty son-in-law. I bit her breasts and teased them and called her a wicked mother-in-law to use that lifeless thing instead of mine which was so near at band.
"Why are you using it?"
"I shall tell you later."
She then found my rod stiff. She warned me not to cry out, dragged me into the bathroom and pushed me onto the floor and staked herself on it. She moved up and down with a hiss. She gave forth her tribute of love for a third time, but I was not ready. I must see this wonderful engine then. She reversed her position. She had her glorious smooth big buttocks toward my face and began inspecting the stiff rod. Just to see how she liked it, I dragged her buttocks near my mouth and passed my tongue onto it. She pressed her cunt firmly on my mouth and without any delay took up the entire cock in her mouth and sucked it. I fucked her in her mouth while at the same time I fucked her cunt with my tongue. She gave a warm flow shortly onto my tongue while she swallowed every drop of my pearly sperm. We wiped each other and then she went into the ante-room while she bathed unmolested.
She came to my room after meals. "My dear fellow, I must punish you for what you have done to me." So saying she took my prick and sucked it deliciously. I was sitting in a chair and she was kneeling on the cushioned floor and gave me heavenly pleasure.
While we were in this position, Mrs. S came into the room. But I had already prepared her to some extent what to expect but not so soon. With her back to the door Mrs. K did not see the entrance of her daughter, who is an intelligent girl besides being passionate, and at once she understood the position. She noiselessly closed the door, divested herself of every particle of dress, and soon sat on her haunches. She then began to squeeze her mother's breasts. I caught hold of Mrs. S's head and did not allow her head to be turned, so that she did not know who poked her cunt and squeezed her breasts till she gave forth a liberal flow of liquid and swallowed mine. When, suddenly turning, she saw her daughter as innocent of clothing as her own dear mother and laughing mischievously, Mrs. S also fell into the humor of the time and embraced her daughter, and incidentally managed to rub her cunt, a matured one, on that of her young daughter.
Mrs. S said as in duty bound she must see her daughter well fucked before her very eyes. Otherwise she will take every step to see me severely punished. She dragged her daughter to the bed and dragged me by the cock and placed the head of my engine of love near the opening of her temple of Venus so that the head just entered the lips. Mrs. K then pressed my buttocks forward and made me plunge up to the roots of the rod. Having done her duty, my mother-in-law came in front to enjoy the fruits of her labor. After I fucked Mrs. S she said she must do her duty to her loving mother. This time Mrs. S pushed me onto the bed and pushed her mother onto me. Mrs. K sat herself on my standing prick and dragging her darling daughter forward asked Mrs. S to give her cunt for me to suck. Mrs. S knelt and pressed her hot cunt on my tongue. While they sucked each other's tongues and squeezed the breasts and teats and found themselves in a very happy state of bliss. Nature could not support our ardent movements for long. We pouted forth our balm and lay still for a time.
Before I left Mrs. K for the afternoon, Mrs. S made me fuck her mother in the butt. As this being a new mode, Mrs. K enjoyed it very much. Mrs. S's butt also had its share and we dispersed for the evening to meet again at night.
That night we fucked, sucked, finger-fucked, and cunt-rubbed, etc., till we could not enjoy further through sheer weariness. When Mrs. K came to me she found me already sucking Mrs. S. So she took hold of my penis and put it in her butt and produced a dildo from somewhere and placed it inside her cunt. I felt the dildo rub against my penis when Mrs. S took hold of the dildo and pushed it in and out of her maternal cunt. While Mrs. K jumped up and down till she gave forth her first tribute for the night. Then the daughter took the place of her mother and the same thing was repeated this time also. Then I suggested that mother should fuck daughter in her butt with a dildo and then rub her well-developed clitoris on that of her daughter. They pleased each other. Then after this was over we roamed round the room in all sorts of fantastic positions till we became excited again. Then mother and daughter took turns to suck my penis till I discharged in their greedy mouths. I then asked them to squat on the bed and wide-open their cunts so that I could suck them simultaneously. Each had her share in cunt sucking. While I sucked one cunt I poked the other one and vice versa, till they were fully satisfied. I then suggested each should suck the cunt of the other simultaneously while I was merely looking on as further fucking was stopped. So the game was continued till they also felt sated with love adventures. We slept till late in the morning after having my fingers well poked into the two cunts on either side.
I thus spent a good time in my mother-in-law and sister-in-law's company, fucking them till my penis could scarcely stand, in spite of repeated stimulations. Sucking the cunts, biting and poking them and all sorts of funny things with their bodies.
When I was away from their house on business, mother and daughter used to satisfy their lustful craving by fucking with fingers and some times with dildos. This was not sufficient for my ardent sister-in-law. She was having terrible fucking games with such men as could catch her temptation. Even the hardened puritans were made to come down from their high pedestal and lick her hot juicy plump cunt. She never left her career till the end of her passionate life.
My beloved wife V K matured and she was allowed to grow freely. It was time we show most and mate, I told my esteemed owners of two beautiful cunts about my desire of having a third one added. So one fine day after meals they brought V K into my room and divested her of her dress. V K was as beautiful as Mrs. S. Her breasts just attained roundity and I felt it would be a sacrilege not to kiss and suck them. Then they placed V K flat on the bed, opened up her thighs wide and put their hot favorite in the unopened hole. We somehow finished off the painful part of the business and entered into the heavenly world right royally. After the opening ceremony was over all four of us joined together and tired ourselves.
Now we continued the life we were leading when death snatched away Mrs. S from our group. My mother-in-law is now old. I poked her till she could no longer bear poking. I have now settled down into a very old respectable householder having a large fund of experience and background to rebate to the younger generation. Good-bye, dear readers! Okay.
A WOMAN'S WAY
My mother used to keep a boarding house and when I was about 17 years old, I helped her in the work. She had a great idea about my beauty and expected me to make use of it to marry some rich man, who would lift us from the bad life she led, and so she was bitterly opposed to my having anything to do with any boarders who were all clerks on small salaries. She watched me with sharp eyes to prevent my having any flirtations which might lead to a poor marriage. But you know women are personal things and my mother's watchfulness as much as anything else caused me to look with favor upon the advances of a particular handsome boarder named Fred Jones. As Fred had only a salary of 50 dollars a month, of course, he was out of question in my mother's eyes, but his very poverty made him all the more fascinating in mine.
I will not bore you with the account of our flirtation carried on under the hardest difficulties as you may imagine. It is enough to say that at last he declared his love. I reciprocated and we agreed to wait till his salary was large enough to support us decently before we eloped. The only question was-how were we to find the opportunity for necessary intermediate spooning without letting my mother into our delicious secret?
Finally he proposed a plan, and after many refusals I agreed to let him come into my room after the other people in the house had retired-he of course promising just as all men promise to do nothing naughty. It was winter then, there was no fire in my room and the first night in spite of all our fiery embraces and kisses, we nearly froze to death. Then he proposed the next night that we should lay down in my bed fully dressed of course, only taking off our shoes. After much passionate promises of good behavior on his part, I gave in and now behold us safely tucked in under my warm comforts-warm, I should say they were warm-we nearly died from heat of our bottled up passions. Fred had behaved so well so far that it didn't take much urging next night, for me to allow him to remove his coat and vest while I, in the dark, removed my dress which had been so badly mussed the preceding night, that I had great trouble pressing it out, besides I saw that it was very likely to betray me, if often mussed. As you may imagine our embraces were much more enjoyable now that there were not so many dry-goods to be clasped and so much was my pleasure heightened by his closer contact, that I made no objection, or rather I pretended not to notice when Fred slipped off his breeches and kicked them down to the foot of the bed. Still for some time his behavior was unexceptionable-his lips never wandered from my face and his hands merely clasped my waist or held my head in a loving embrace, so that it was of my own accord that one night I removed my corset which was terribly inconvenient and awaited him in bed dressed only in my chemise and petticoat. You may laugh, if you choose. But you have no idea how hot it was, sometimes I felt as though I would shrivel to a cinder, but not as it had been so far-my thermometer was destined to rise still higher.
Well, that night as soon as Fred found out my restless state he clasped me to his bosom, wrapped his arms and legs tightly about me and sighed in a choked voice: "Oh, how good you are, Ida, my love, how good you are!"
He really meant how naughty, but then you know you men are all born liars. As for me I said nothing. I felt way down in my head that it was really naughty, but I knew it was nice. It was heavenly-the feeling of his strong arms clasping my yielding waist, his firm thighs pressing my swelling hips and something I didn't dare think of was pushing against my-my abdomen.
I knew it was wrong, but it was too delicious for anything. I felt a sort of heavenly sinking feeling thrill all over me-my head fell back-I closed my eyes. Then Fred leaned over me and kissed me, but in a different way from what he had done before. He closed his lips down upon mine-oh so softly-but oh so firmly-and I felt the burning tip of his tongue tapping at my lips as if to ask admission-each touch sent a reviving flame through my now quivering body. My lips opened gradually and our tongues met. I thought I should scream, the pleasure was so intense. A great wave of heat flashed over me, followed by a most peculiar pricking sensation in my abdomen.
Well, I must confess that though I felt naughtier and naughtier every minute, I just laid back and enjoyed it, till Fred had to stop and recover his breath. "Oh, you angel," he sighed.
I suppose I was an angel-a bad angel, but I said nothing, only clasped my arms tighter around his neck and drew his face close to mine, wondering what he would do next.
I had not long to wait; one of his hands stole up on my shoulders and rested on my neck, while his head began to slip under the covers, his thrilling tongue carrying that fascinating kiss again renewed from my lips down over my chin, across my throat and on to my-my-the top of my bosom where the swell of the left breast began. By this time I was really alarmed, my breath came shorter and faster and pleasure was mixed with fear.
"Oh, Fred, Fred," I gasped. "Don't, don't, what are you doing? Oh, don't you love me?"
"Oh, my angel, my beauty," he sighed from under the covers. "I only want to hear your heart beat, hear it beat for me."
I had clasped one hand tightly upon the neck of my chemise while with the other I kept his head from slipping still lower. But these last words reassured me, for I really loved him-as it seemed such a nice idea to let him listen to my loving heart, which to tell the truth was executing the liveliest cancan imaginable beneath my panting bosom, and all for him.
"You wouldn't do anything wrong, would you, my love?" I said faintly as I relaxed my hand.
"Not for the world, my angel," he replied. With one hand he quickly unbuttoned my chemise and in one instant his face was pressed against my naked breast, while the other was encircled by his caressing hand. "Oh that dear, loving, little heart, to think that it is all for me."
And then the rascal, before I knew what he was about, closed his lips upon the tip of my left breast and his tongue danced lightly about it as it stiffened under the caressing touch. The pricking sensation in my abdomen continued, only it was still more increased by a similar sensation in my breasts. I persuaded myself that this was perfectly harmless-which was not a difficult task as I was in a state of the wildest ecstasy. Then his lips and tongue returned to mine again while his fingers kept my bosom in the most ungovernable turmoil. Having learnt the secret of his kiss, I returned it with interest. This seemed to embolden Fred for, unbuttoning his shirt, he pressed his bare bosom against my naked breasts with a fervor that fairly took my breath away. I tell you that first sensation of the loved one's naked body against your own is simply indescribable. Oh! lord! how delicious it was. I panted and strained against him, my arms held him like a vise, he thrust his tongue clean into my mouth. I quivered all over-the pricking sensation in my abdomen became a real pain! Without my ever thinking of stopping him-in fact I had not the slightest idea what he was doing-he slipped down the drawers and pulled up my petticoat. I felt his bare leg against mine and with a thrill of delight returned its pressure-his fingers slipped into my abdomen and I could hardly repress a scream at the delicious torment it created for me by its increased tickling. Suddenly it seemed as if I was dissolving into liquid fire, the sweetest, intensest, painfullest, terriblest, entrancingest thrill passed over by body, starting from that place in my abdomen Fred was tickling-something seemed to break loose-I felt faint-oh, so faint and fell back-almost out of my senses.
I think I must have lost consciousness, for the next thing I remember is that Fred was on top of me, his lips between mine, and something hard, stiff and red hot was pushing against my abdomen, trying to force an entrance. Oh, how it hurt!
Now I knew we were doing something dreadful. You see Fred had made a miscalculation-he had pushed me through the extreme ecstasy and then when I was used up, exhausted, tried to force his way in. Had he tried it while I was crazy, a minute before, I won't say what might have happened; as it was a sudden wave of disgust passed over me. I recognized my danger. I pushed down my hand between us and caught hold of the monstrous burning thing, with which he was trying to split my abdomen.
"Fred," I gasped, "you don't love me! Get right off from me."
"Oh! my love, my love," he sighed, "if you don't let me I shall die."
"Fred, if you love me get off, or I'll never speak to you again."
At the same time I squeezed and pushed at the burning thing I held in my hands. He might be able to resist my pleading, but this he could not endure. I had him at the dreadful disadvantage. I seemed endowed with supernatural strength, with a quick motion I rolled him over on his side, pushed his legs out from between mine and drew mine together. He evidently saw that I was in earnest, I felt his rod grow limp beneath my rigid grasp and slip through my fingers.
"Oh, forgive me, my love," he said. "I was too crazy I think, and I forgot myself." So I was safe at least for a time.
I need not tell you how Fred, seeing that he had made a mistake, was as penitent, as broken up that I, who was just crazy in love with him, had to forgive him.
He behaved very well after that, but the next few nights I returned to corset and all my clothing, except the outer dress, which I couldn't afford to muss up. Then after many promises on his part and because I had enjoyed it so much, he persuaded me to keep off the corset and give him free play with my bosom. I don't believe I could have stood it, if he had seen my breasts, but you know we feel that we don't see and feeling is different from seeing.
Well, things went on pretty much as before. Fred was getting gradually bolder, until one night he made another attempt with his bold finger at my abdomen. But I was ready for him and wore a pair of drawers of stout linen, double sewed at the particular place-he was so anxious to conquer I enjoyed myself to the top of my bent. I let him tickle me through the clothes on my abdomen, till I went into spasms, but in spite of his agonized entreaties, I wouldn't undo one button of those blessed drawers, no, not for the world. Well this went on for several nights, it was elegant-at least to me, who had never experienced anything finer, and besides I was terribly gone on Fred, so you may imagine how I enjoyed myself. I let his thrilling lips wander all over my body except that sacred spot, protected by those blessed drawers from the wicked assault of finger, tongue said-
Well, for several nights I had been having a splendid time feeling that my virtue was perfectly safe in these blessed drawers and enjoying all other vanities of the forbidden fruit, when suddenly a great change came over Fred. One night just after one of my ecstasies inside the drawers, he said, oh so solemnly: "My dearest love and perfect angel. I think I had better leave you now. I feel that I cannot control myself any more just now and I must respect your virtue-good night, my angel," and kissing me on the forehead, as if I was his sister, he retired!
Having already had my fun, I thought this was very noble from him, but I did not think so much of his nobility, when next night after getting into bed with me he merely put one arm under my head, took one of my hands in his, kissed me quite chastely upon the mouth, and began to talk about his prospects in the salary way. Not once did he attempt to get at my abdomen or even my bosom. His behavior was just as unexceptionable as if he had been spooning with mother in the next room.
At first I was awfully mad. I answered his few questions as curtly as possible, but he wouldn't get mad and went on talking as sweetly as possible and behaving like a brother. Finally I thought I saw why he acted in this way, he did not wish to ruin any chance of spoiling my virtue. (The rascal, if only I had known then what I knew later.)
At first I thought this was just too perfectly lovely and that this real goodness really paid me up for all the naughtiness I missed. But after two or three nights I missed the naughtiness more and more and found Fred's goodness getting more and more tiresome, till at length I could stand it no longer and when he kissed me so calmly I clasped him tight and gave him as lecherous a kiss as I could. Fred told me afterward that it nearly sent the blood out at the roots of his hair, but at the time he didn't let on, didn't even reproach me for risking my virtue, that might have provoked me, but his calm indifference finally made me wild. I snuggled up against him, wrapped my legs about him behind the ear and on the breast but all with no avail, he went on calmly laying plans for the future just as if we had been sitting in the proper act, appearing to be unconscious that he had a red hot young girl writhing and twisting and tying herself in double bow knots about his neck and legs. I must give Fred this credit, he had lots of grit and could stick to a thing he had started out on. The next night I felt that I must rouse him or die, I felt that my honor was involved. So it was, but in a different way from what I thought. I undressed myself completely, leaving on only a tight chemise and that was a low-necked one without sleeves. When Fred got into bed and embracing me became aware of my fairly light costume I felt him tremble all over, but as I said he was full of grit and recovering himself began to go on in that goody-goody way, which was driving me distracted. I was fairly beside myself with passion and longing-for what thing I know not, but it was different from Fred's poky goodiness, I remembered that first time, when he had first tickled my abdomen and resolved to try the same tricks on him and so after the preliminaries of a kiss, with lips, tongue and my whole soul thrown in free gratis for nothing-a kiss which swept on the quivering flesh from eyes and lips, to neck and breasts, fastening firmly on his sweet mouth. I reached down quickly and, unbuttoning his drawers, laid my hand at last on his abdomen.
Well you can't imagine my feeling, as my hand came in contact with that fiery piece of flesh and, not seeing it, it seemed three or four times as big as it really was-a thrill went over me as if I had had an electric shock. I have handled many abdomens in my life-but that was certainly the most thrilling time.
I had seen them limp on little boy babies, but this quivering blazing, fiery, rigid, wand almost paralyzed me. But I had made up my mind to rouse Fred even if I had to tickle his abdomen and I was going to do it. But one thing I had not calculated on, I never thought that in rousing Fred, I might also rouse myself, so as to be beyond my control. This abdomen of his had a fearful fascination for me. I could not let it go. I ran my fingers up and down its sides, tickled the head with my little finger while with the thumb and finger of the other hand I trifled with the-the-abdomen sack, which was pulled tightly against the base of the pillar of fire, which I was scarcely able to span with my hand. I found that the skin near the top was movable and I amused myself covering and uncovering the head. All this time Fred hadn't said a word-hardly breathed-I could feel him holding himself in as not to give himself away. The more he held back, the hotter I got, the wilder, the more frantic. I had just one desire, to get him as crazy as I was. Finally loosing all modesty in my madness, I shoved up his shirt, pushed down his drawers and tearing my chemise open all the way down in front, I flung myself upon him, taking his abdomen in between my legs. The touch of his beloved flesh all along my blazing body was the climax of my madness and crowned me with success; at last I had roused him. Before I could think his arms were about me, he turned me over on my back, fastened his lips on mine and pressed his knees between my thighs and pushed his abdomen against mine. This time he had not miscalculated. I was as wild with passion that had I known I should have died the next minute, I could not have stopped him. Instead of trying to shove him off, I spread my thighs still wider apart. I seized his abdomen not to push it away but to guide it. I felt I must have that lovely thing in me, if it killed me. And I thought it was going to kill me for a little while, it hurt me so badly. I could feel it pushing and tearing its way shove after shove, but Fred's tumultuous kisses and the turmoil of my blood and nerves kept me from doing anything more than sighing. "Oh! Fred! Fred! how you hurt me." When Fred's abdomen was entirely in mine, he stopped for a moment and after a most rapturous kiss, he recommenced very slowly moving up and down, in and out, so sweetly and gently that I felt that thing grow more moist in my abdomen and a feeling of intense pleasure began to thrill through me, radiating from its divine abdomen. I felt that Fred and I at last were one. Any thought of the fatal step I was taking never crossed my mind, I was so enthralled in the delicious motion of his and my abdomens, I remember that I flung up my legs and crossed them on his hips, so as to give his abdomen fair play. At length his movements grew faster and faster, his breath shorter and more gasping, mine also, still more tightly we clasped each other. A wave of the most intense plea-ure thrilled over me, under me, on all sides of me. A hot fluid gushed forth in my abdomen, our tongues, arms, hands, legs, and abdomens were mixed in one endless embrace, and there was my virginity gone forever.
Well, I found out afterwards that Fred had confided in a married friend, who advised him what to do! As he had got what he wanted, some months after he skipped to ports unknown, the rascal! And so I had acquired a taste for abdomens. After feeling all broke up for a time I took another fellow and so on till now.
