Woman, said Ambrose Bierce, would be more charming if one could fall into her arms without falling into her hands. Of course, the great cynic had in mind a different type of woman than the four whose stories are encompassed in this volume. Daisy Powell, the passionate widow who engages in orgies with her niece and her niece's fianc�, is hardly the type into whose hands one is likely to fall. Marthe, in Rosita and Maria, sets out to, learn every nuance of sex she possibly can, and though she marries a man in the end, it is not he who has fallen into her hands, but she into his when she finally meets a man whose skill in bed matches hers.
Elaine Carey calls herself a Lesbian, but in fact probably isn't one. She does overcome her Lesbianism by being screwed by two men at the same time and the ease of her 'cure' suggests that she wasn't a Lesbian at all. She may have had a Lesbian experience or two, but doing so would not make her a confirmed dyke. An old saying has it that if you lay one brick, you are not a bricklayer, but suck one cock and you are a cocksucker, but in Elaine's case, sucking one cunt didn't make her a cuntlapper. She found her way back to the pleasures of heterosexual sex the hard way, but it was an effective cure. She might even remain bisexual all her life . . . we simply don't have enough information to draw conclusions.
Inez, in seeking Joe, the Negro chauffeur for her sex partner, displays the fascination of many white women with the Negro as a sex symbol. Many are the myths about the size of the Negro male's sex organs, and they may or may not be true. But for Inez, a night on the back seat of the car is quite enough. She is most thoroughly satisfied, and though the story ends with her denying the possibility of more from Joe, he seems certain that she will return once her passion becomes aroused again.
Here, then, are four unique women, each a willing sex partner for the men who come in contact with them. They are a delightful quartet.
Dale Koby, A.B., M.A. Atlanta, Georgia May, 1968
DAISY POWELL
Daisy Powell was not made of stone. A brunette with impressionable Spanish blood in her veins and susceptible to flattery and magnetic influence of a man who knew how to exercise his virile personality, she experienced a thrill when Lee held her for a moment in his arms and pressed his normal affair against her. Lee was always with a partial erection in the presence of an attractive lady.
Up to this moment he had not given the aunt of Pat a second thought, but standing on that porch near the hammock in which he had won the niece and safely secluded from possible disturbance. Lee distinguished and realized what an attractive woman Daisy Powell was. More in keeping with what he always preferred and of the type he enjoyed most. Lee did not resist the call of the flesh as it came from her opulent charms and warm lips. The woman not only gasped, she shuddered and for a moment resisted the impulse to fasten her hungry lips on those of a virile man. Daisy was to all outward appearances a cold and reserved woman, but inwardly she burned with a hot longing which had not been satisfied for over three years, having vowed that she would never forget her dead husband.
During that time she had religiously kept that vow, but it had not been without sleepless and dreamy nights that she had kept such a vow.
The bewitching hour of the late evening and the swash of the surf together with the nearness of a virile man intoxicated her. She drew back, frightened and then spoke.
"Lee, I am not sure that I want Pat to marry you. I want her to marry a young man. One whose powers are not diminishing and who can produce."
"My dear," spoke Lee in his usual purring, subtle manner. "How do you know that I have lost my powers to make Pat happy? Sit down in this hammock and let me confide in you." This was too flattering for a proud woman to resist.
"No. No go before I forget myself," she said.
Lee had taken her hand it was plump and soft tenderly and seductively he slipped his hand up her arms to the soft fullness above her elbow and drew her to the hammock. They were done. Everyone in the house had retired. Daisy was trembling and choking down another command and display of resistance, when she yielded and sat down just as Lee settled down beside her.
Throwing all propriety aside, he passed an arm about her and said: "Now Daisy, I want to know what makes you think that I'm too old for Pat? Christ, Daisy, if she hadn't captured my heart as she did I surely would have succumbed to your beauty and sensuous charms for I think you are one of the most gloriously lovely creatures I ever knew, and in Pat I saw the dainty girlhood of the voluptuously perfect aunt.
"My God, Lee," exclaimed the surprised woman. "Are you making love to me, too."
"Yes, I've got to. I'll prove I'm as young a man as you'd wish, barring my years. Do you know, my dear Daisy, that delicious kiss you just gave me made all my body quiver and yearn for those entrancing pleasures only a beautiful passionate woman like yourself can give."
She made no reply but Lee noted the familiar signs of a desire raging within her. Daisy had, in the kiss she had unsuspectingly given felt the call of the flesh, but she struggled against it.
"Yes," replied Daisy. "I did wrong to kiss you, but I I couldn't help it. Tell me, Lee Moore, why do you call me a passionate woman?"
"Ah Daisy, how could I look into your wonderful eyes, feel the hot cling and suction of your luscious lips and feel your particularly lascivious form in my arms and not know you as an amorous woman?"
She immediately displayed her sentiment to his bold reading of her nature and replied with flashing anger.
"Lee Moore, you can't fool me with your flattery, and no man shall know my real feelings." Lee still had his arm about her and with his mouth close to hers. He almost growled a low seduce appeal.
His right arm was resting on her shoulder across her breasts. His passions were rising as he felt the warm flesh through a very thin waist. With a maddening pull he drew her closer to him at the same time tipping her back. Her feet flew up, and she started to laugh when Lee hung over her. Then with burning eyes he gazed into her eyes as they were lifted to his and softly and seductively said: "Daisy why try to fool me? You are a passionate woman. You are so hot right now that you, you are going to give me your sweet mouth again."
While saying this he stealthily slipped his hand down until it was within the opening of her conveniently low-cut waist. She did not wear a corset but a sort of a girdle that supported her round, firm and high breasts. The poor woman was too overcome with emotion to offer any resistance. Suddenly, he glued his mouth to hers and during a long delicious kiss his hand crept into her waist and clasped a velvety firm bubbie. Its hard stiff nipple was nipped between two fingers. He pinched it gently as he sucked her trembling lips and thrust his tongue between them. He left the heaving of her breasts and heard a choking sound as one of her knees pressed his in an active sign of the passion that roiled in her cunt.
At last, after a long sensuous kiss, in which soul met soul, Daisy drew a long breath, forcibly pulling his hand out of her waist and said in a low trembling voice, "Heavens, Lee, you must let me go. You are right. I am hot. So hot I'm too hot to resist you. Let me go before it is too late. You are too fascinating for my comfort. I.. . I want very much to be fucked."
Lee had slipped his free hand down along a robust thigh, enjoying its beautiful contour till it rested on her knee. As she uttered the last words, he pressed a tender spot in her knee. She jumped, undulating and panting hotly as she uttered a smothered cry, "Oh God I can not no no Oh Lee Can't resist kiss kiss me once more."
"Once more," cried he. "I could, I shall kiss you all night." This time he gave her all the tongue he had. Her anxious tongue joined his in amorous twining. Of course, her hot Spanish blood was boiling. Daisy was almost unconscious with uncontrollable lust and didn't notice what he was doing. He had been carefully pulling her dress up inch by inch till her knees were uncovered, then with deliberate seductive caresses his hand crept up under her dress till it came to her stocking top. When he touched the soft smooth flesh, he became frantic. Daisy soon became aware of his subtle touch to the bare flesh of her leg. She twisted and tried to speak, but Lee clung to her trembling twitching lips. Either from hot longing or an impulse to exercise a devilish whim to torment her would-be lover, Daisy's thighs parted spasmodically and one leg went over his knee. Quick as a flash, Lee pushed his hand upward towards the goal of his desire. He clasped in his hand a big thick bush of silky hair through which he felt the sensuous warmth of her hot and juicy cunt. Her sexual excitement had produced that fascinating lubricant moisture that is so exciting to a man who appreciates its functions and meanings. With a convulsive hug Lee let his middle finger slip between the soft spongy lips and into a deliriously tight orifice.
Daisy wilted. Every muscle relaxed and she lay limp in his arms and then in a feeble voice she meekly said, "Lee dear can I trust you?"
"My God, Daisy," he answered. "Do you think that I would betray you, the beautiful, lovely aunt of the girl I love and adore?"
For an answer, Daisy, quite won over and eager for a lusty, healthy piece placed her hand on the heavy thing she had been craving for an hour. Of course, Lee had one of his characteristic hard ons and it was so long and big it felt to the excited woman like a long thick bone extending down his leg. When Daisy touched it, she gave it a squeeze and uttered a startled cry.
"Oh my God, forgive me for ever thinking that you were too old for Pat. Heavens, you are too young in passion."
Lee was then passing his hand up and down Daisy's glorious thigh and silky leg, finding it adorable to feel. "Oh Lee, may I see it?" she asked in a low trembling voice.
"Of course, you may," he said, "but I hope it won't frighten you."
He then unbuttoned his trousers and drew out his magnificently rampant and stately Priapus. By the light of the moon Daisy saw it in all its majesty and then swooned. When she came to from the effects of his delicate fingerings of her palpitating slit, she choked down a scream with the exclamation.
"My God, you are immense if I only dared."
"Would you like it, darling?" Lee asked.
"My God, yes," she cried.
"Then let me spend the night in your arms and I'll prove that I'm still a young man," he replied.
Daisy was panting and writhing but silent for a moment as if gathering courage, then winding her soft plump arms around his neck, she whispered, "Come to my room in fifteen minutes and you shall have anything you you wish. Be careful and make no noise. Pat is across the hall asleep."
Daisy rose and quickly went to her room with new and fresh desires to be enjoyed by a man. Hitherto so indifferent to a man since the loss of her husband who had given her all that a man could give to satisfy her sexual passions. She had by degrees schooled herself against nature till now, when Lee Moore had set a match to her slumbering desires, not by any means dead, Daisy unresistingly gave way to his magnetic personality and was ready to hand her body and soul in response to the persistent call of the flesh.
When she took off her clothes that night she laid off her inherent and instinctive modesty and restraint. She, like Cleopatra of old, hastily prepared the long defended treasures of her fiery body for her lover. As she did so, she trembled with startled emotions and anticipation. When finally, Lee stealthily opened the door to her room, Daisy stood before him. Her dark, seal-brown hair in a profusion of wavy curls surrounded her lovely brilliant face. She had stripped and put on a yellow silk, close-fitting chemise reaching just below her full rounded hips and low misty silk stockings gartered well above her knees with red silk ribbons in coquettish bow knots. On her dainty feet were red silk boudoir slippers. Over this striking attire she had thrown a full loose lacy negligee dressing gown of silk through which sifted the outlines of her shapely form. Lee had donned blue silk pajamas. Daisy showed a natural modesty more like a young girl who had never been fucked before, in the way she shrank and blushed a deep scarlet. Both hands were clasped to her breasts as if to hold her gown from parting. Through the look of fear stole a smile, and a soft languorous leer in her eyes as slowly her arms stole up and around his neck. The movement revealed lovely white plump arms as her gown parted, then her luscious red puckered lips parted most temptingly and then puckered for a kiss. Lee caught sight of charms that sent a thrill clear to the point of his tool. It slowly straightened out and burst through the front opening of his pajamas, with its ruby head furiously turgid.
Daisy gasped and blushed again and then in a low voice exclaimed, "Merciful Heavens, it's a beauty."
With panther-like tread and swing of her hips, Daisy appraised him.
"Lee how will you have me?" she stammered.
"Take off your gown," he replied. With a sensuous wriggle the lacy robe glided to the floor. The critical eye of the connoisseur took in at a glance a vision of loveliness which for lascivious allurement couldn't be equaled. At a glance Lee saw those exquisitely graceful lines of perfect symmetry he had seen in the niece only matured and more deliciously voluptuous without being over-ripe. For a moment, Daisy stood in a graceful, coquettish pose to give her lover a long and satisfactory contemplation.
The combination of the colors, yellow and red, and the scantiness of her dainty lace chemise produced a passionate effect that made her a vision of such supreme loveliness, Lee stared in amazed admiration, for he had never before seen anything quite like her. The Spanish type with heavy dark, dreamy eyes, lustrous dark heavy hair, the alabaster flesh and faultless feet, legs and arms, all appealed to Lee as no other woman had and his little Pat was the promise of what this delicious woman revealed in her awakened passion.
He could not withstand the desire to see Daisy's form entirely nude. Kicking off his pajamas, as a challenge, he stood revealed in all his muscular splendor, a veritable Adonis. Daisy gave a gasping glance and fell to her knees before him and wantonly kissed the glowing purple knob of his abnormally large prick.
"Oh Daisy, how could you?"
"Oh Lee, you are a God and I pay my respects and passionate adoration to the most magnificent man of a woman's dreams. I I kiss it because I adore you. Not even my beloved husband could boast of anything like this. The beauty. For God's sake have me, Lee, fuck me quick."
Daisy's husband had taught her to use the most salacious and lewd expressions in their scenes of lust, and now that she had succumbed to the call of the flesh and a lover's flattery, she became once more an unrestrained wanton in her passions.
Lee lifted her to her feet and almost crushed the glowing form in his arms, raining hot kisses all over her face. The contact of flesh made her eager for more contact. She was about to slip off her chemise, but Lee led her to the bed, telling her to sit down. As she did so he gently pushed her and she fell over on her back with her most handsome legs hanging over the edge of the bed. The lacy, yellow wisp of silk was raised and Lee gazed on her black-haired sexual charms. It was more than a charm. It was a jewel to worship. Short, black, silky curls adorned the plump fullness through which he saw an adorable slit in the long fullness extending down between the softest white thighs he had ever seen. He saw her opulent titties standing stiff and firm under the clinging lace chemise through which protruded two stiff and brilliantly red nipples.
The vision was maddening. Lee drank in the subtle perfume from the inflamed, excited charms. Her rounded belly twitched with emotion. She had in her preparation douched herself and perfumed her body with attar of roses. That odor of a passionate woman with the heavy odor of perfume was intoxicating.
Lee dropped to his knees.
"Lee, darling what how Oh Lee!" exclaimed Daisy as he lightly kissed her velvety body and belly. "How could you?"
"Daisy," he replied, "I simply must repay my loving respect to the rose that is Pat's aunt." Then placing her silky legs over his shoulders, he drew the succulent lips of her cunnie apart and placed his mouth to the quivering orifice. Daisy choked back a scream, for she had never experienced such a thrill from her husband's lewd kisses between her legs. Lee administered his French kiss of lewd passion with such intense and severe skill, the enraptured woman moaned and writhed.
Three times her hot passions reached a juicy climax, each one almost filling his mouth with a creamy effusion. She was speechless till after each spend. Lee would suck ravenously and thrust his tongue far into the tight depths, then she would moan. "Oh you dear that's so goo goood feels so goo good od to to my my hot cunt." The more she spent, the hotter she got till she was frantically longing for the enormous tool she had seen and kissed. She cried out. "For God's sake. Fuck me, Lee. I I can't stand it any longer."
He then stood up and assisted the panting woman in the removal of her clothing, then lay down beside her, drawing one beautiful leg and thigh over him. The pretty woman's eyes were swimming with lust. Her hips, sensuous and luscious and red as he brought the head of his turgid tool in contact with the juicy lips of her slit and titillated her inflamed clitty.
The apparent agony of her desires seemed to please Lee. Then with deliberate tantalizing lust of a voluptuary, he placed himself on her billowy form. He didn't plunge right in or hasten his pleasures, but with slow, forceful, almost fiendish delight he pushed.
"My God," he exclaimed, "how tight you are," as inch by inch he struggled to sheath his eight inches of rigid priapus. Her tight vagina almost ripped off his foreskin.
Daisy gasped and choked: "Oh, doesn't it hurt, my dear, my dear?"
"My God, yes, but you may kill me it feels so good."
At last they were completely sheathed and he felt her womb throb. He was thrilled at the amazing strength displayed in the woman's nippers. They were remarkably well and powerfully developed for every time that he attempted to draw back Daisy nipped him and held his tool like a vise. Contented to wallow in those soul-stirring thrills her pulsating nipping produced, Lee indulged his delight in fondling her at the same time. He caressed, squeezed and patted her firm, round thighs and legs. He fondled one at a time of the firm springy bubbies.
Lying there, gazing into her languorous, half-closed eyes and watching the thin nostrils dilate with emotion, he heard the low moans and pleading words, "Make your big lovely prick fly." All he could do was to twist and dig in when suddenly she squeezed and clasped her lovely legs around him and moaned, "Oh God, this is heaven. Hold me. Crush me. It's coming." Lee gathered the quivering body in his arms and almost crushed her bones and made her cry out, "Oh there. Oh God, how it comes." The convulsive spasms of her tight cunnie with each wave of ecstasy and her tight round legs over his back was a sensational expression of her fleshy pleasures. Lee made his ferocious prick expand and throb. "Come come you sweet bunch of loveliness," he growled. "Bite my cock bathe it with your love-juice. Then I'll fuck you as you've never been fucked before."
Her agonizing cries came softer and softer as her frenzy of pleasure subsided. Her legs relaxed and slipped off the bed, her arms went back over her head and her eyes closed in a delicious die-away. Lee was not frantic to obtain the friction he craved. Her entrancing cunnie relaxed its hold. It was now juicy and well lubricated.
"Now, girlie," he said. "I want you to pull your legs together when I raise up." She gazed with wonder as Lee raised up and placed his legs outside of hers and brought them together in his favorite position for rapid action. His long rangy tool was completely sheathed, and when he squeezed her robust thighs together she realized how completely she was at his mercy, but she also realized what a perfect position it was to enjoy her lover's splendid prick, which was now crushed against her highly sensitive clitty. He again folded her soft and yielding form in his arms and there he could enjoy her lovely body. With the grip of his muscular arms he felt the swelling curves and shape. With his arms circling her his hands sank into the mellow flesh of her round snowy shoulders and he was then conscious of her audaciously round, pointed bubbies that yielded their own springy plumpness to his own bosom.
When he moved his belly over the velvety smooth surface of her ticklish belly, she cried out, "Heavens, Lee, what a lover you are. You make me drunk with passion. Oh God. What a magnificent prick. I just adore it. I, Lee dear, I could just die with it in me."
Then he began to move his hips up and down saying at the same time, "Daisy, I am going to fuck you until you see stars." Faster and faster moved his buttocks. His prodigious tool moved in and out like a piston rod, at last so fast the amazed woman just gasped and panted. She was speechless. Lee watched her face, the thin nostrils dilating and her dark fathomless eyes rolling, eyelids twitching and her ruby, sensual mouth distorted by erotic emotions. All showed the effects of his lustful, virile action.
She, with eagerness to envelope her lover, locked her lovely legs around his back and gurgled, "Now Lee, just kill me, I could die happy."
Her arms were stretched out above her head and Lee saw those black curly tufts in her arms' pits. They are most enticing places to kiss. The feeling of her shapely legs about him and the unobstructed view of his immense Priapus moving in and out of her skin-tight cunt lips made his brain reel. If ever a man screwed a woman more thoroughly than he did, such surely could not be found. Surely he had never before given a woman a more lustful example of his skill and vigor.
Lee did not prolong the agony of severe torture, but bellowed like a bull when the climax came and to induce a mutual speed from Daisy he glued his mouth to her arm pit, chewed the hair and dug his tongue into the ticklish flesh. She screamed, her legs tightened, she clawed and bit in her frenzy when Lee went off and shot his rich cream in piercing jets of such force that she could almost taste it.
Their beastly indulgence and riot in fleshy ecstasy ended in a long blissful, expiring groan and sigh. Lee snapped off the light and wrapped in each other's arms and legs they were soon lulled to sleep by the soft swish of the surf on the beach.
At daybreak, Lee awoke with a prodigious erection. It was throbbing against Daisy's soft, plump backside and he was fondling her lovely bubbies when she awoke with a start and almost shrieked with fright. She did not remember. She was as if dazed and cried out, "My God! Where am I? Who is it?"
Her lover answered, "Lee."
Over she rolled and kissed him frantically. Feeling his restless prick against her belly, she took it in her hand.
"My God, how do you do it?" she exclaimed. "Another splendid hard on! Does my handsome lover want something?"
"Gee whiz, yes," he answered. "And how will you have it, my Prince?" she laughingly asked.
"Straddle over my face, girlie, and let me kiss your darling cunt first, then move down, and let me see it take my cock!" he said.
"Heavens, Lee, you must be a Turk," she said as she laughed and got up to pee, squatting over the pot. She heard the pleasing sound herself and perfumed her delectable charm of the gushing water. Daisy quickly prepared herself and perfumed her charms, her lovers shrine and then got in bed with her bottom directly over his face, at the same time taking his inflamed prick in one hand saying, "Oh, you lovely big fellow. I could eat you, suck you-and drink your lovely cream."
Lee pulled her beautiful rump down, pressed apart the soft round cheeks and gave the succulent cunnie a hasty kiss and tongue thrust and then told her to move down. When the pouting slit of the juicy cunt was just right, he pulled her down on it, and his rangy tool disappeared. The black-rimmed slit was sheathed. It was altogether a new experience to Daisy, but his lecherous and old time love of salacious pleasure prompted her in the pursuit of frictional excitement. Braced as she was, Daisy moved her lovely white dimpled rump up and down. The picture to Lee was not only lascivious, it was the quintessence of lustful love of a beautiful woman who was outwardly exquisitely refined, and who, when aroused by the right man became deliciously and exquisitely wanton. After she had come twice, she suddenly remembered a favorite position she had used with her late husband. Keeping his tool completely sheathed, she sat up and turned completely around facing him so he could now feast his eyes on a pair of milky bubbies that for sheer beauty, rounded and slightly pendant lusciousness with their ruddy points could not be surpassed and the way that they bounced and trembled with every heave of her round belly made Lee gloat salaciously adding an attraction that thrilled him to the marrow.
Both times Daisy spent her head tipped back and her eyes rolled in dizzy pleasure.
"Ye Gods!" howled Lee, when he felt the pumping action as she jerked her cunt back and forth. "Ah! Daisy! How . . . you can . . . fuck. Oh . . . Daisy it's coming ra vishing!" He growled, his eyes rolling in the supreme spend.
"Lee," moaned Daisy, "I can taste it Oh Lee -how you can shoot There! Now we must get up and dress."
Lee went to his room feeling highly elated over his latest conquest. Daisy was not seen all day and when she finally appeared, she looked the part she had played the night before. Upon meeting Lee, who looked and felt like a young rooster, Daisy did not show any sign of her feelings, but said to him when she got an opportunity in reply to his suave salute, "How is my lovely Daisy today?"
"Heavens Lee, you certainly did fuck me to a frazzle, but I would not have missed it for worlds. How do you feel?"
"Girlie, I never felt finer. I could do it all again tonight. Have you spoken to Pat?"
"I shall have a talk with her tonight," she replied.
Lee scrutinized his future aunt-in-law with a keen eye and noticed that she had thrown off her reserve and distant manner. He also noticed that the skirt of her dress was a bit shorter allowing more exposure of calf than formerly. His critical eye noticed a prouder spirit in the way she threw out her opulent breasts and allowed more of the alluring valley between the snowy globes to be seen. Oh, what a change had come over Daisy Powell. She had been awakened by the touch of a virile man who aroused all her slumbering passions of her nature.
She had surrendered her body to him and now felt the subtle lure and call of the flesh so long kept in leash. It needed but little to kindle a burning love, but she knew that she could not go that far, but she was resolved to indulge in the pleasures of love whenever opportunity offered.
That evening at dinner Daisy told her niece she was to sleep with her that night to talk matters over. Pat tingled with the force of her own awakened passions.
When she tumbled into bed with her aunt, she hugged her, laughed and cried with emotions as she confessed as to how she loved Lee Moore.
"Well, Pat," began her aunt, "I don't wonder that you love him. He is the most fascinating man I ever met. I could love him myself and now that you are to marry him, I must tell you a few things."
Then she explained partially what a man does on his nuptial night, and all that she could about sexual pleasures. "Do anything that your husband wishes, be his chum, his plaything, his mistress and you'll be happy. I fear, niece, when Lee makes a woman of you, though, on your first night, he will hurt you terribly."
"How do you know that, Auntie?" asked Pat in surprise and girlish curiosity.
"Pat dear," replied Daisy. "I am a grown woman and from his appearance and manner, I can tell why. When he talked about you last night I saw his big thing called a 'penis' get terribly big and stiff and you must know that a man put it in his bride's little cunt between her legs. You are a very young girl, and a virgin, and your little thing that men call a cunnie is very small and when he tries to get his big stiff thing into it, the pain will be awful and you probably bleed."
"Oh, Auntie, must he actually put it into me?" asked Pat in her naive innocence.
"Why, of course, that's what your little cunnie is for and once you have had the pleasures you'll be eager for it every night."
"Oh, Auntie, did you enjoy it when you got married?" asked Pat.
"Heavens, Pat, I almost went insane with pleasure and I want you always to do everything to tempt your husband and make him enjoy you and you'll experience the greatest pleasures in store for a girl."
"Now, Auntie," said Pat, "is it all right to feel queer and itchy between my legs and inside my cunnie every time I am near Lee? I always do and feel so lovely and excited when he kisses me."
"Why, of course, my child, but don't let him go far. Save the greatest pleasures and pain for your wedding night, for a girl's virginity and maidenhead is the one thing that a husband worships, and it is the one precious thing he wants the first night." Daisy little knew how far her niece had gone to indulge her lover's and her own feelings. That was her own secret.
After these confidences both aunt and niece fell asleep to dream of the same man. Daisy's dreams were lascivious while Pat's were rosy-tinted, with expectancy and impatience. In the morning, Pat arose eager to be with her lover, who was more eager than ever to taste the piquant thrill produced by his pretty little plaything. It was soon arranged that the wedding should take place late in the fall. So Lee had many opportunities to enjoy the delectable charms of the aunt. The following day after dinner, Pat dashed up to Lee, and said, "Oh you big handsome man, you have neglected me, and I'm going to be your wife in the fall. You haven't loved me a bit for two days."
Her aunt had joined a card party for the afternoon. Lee felt like reveling in the girlish charms of his little sweetheart. She looked more tempting and fetching in her youthful attire of white lace dress with its red sash and saucy short skirt showing her pink, dimpled knees and her bubbling and audaciously stiff bubbies standing out like rocks.
As Lee gloated over her with a lecherous look in his face, Pat naively said, "Doesn't my big lover want to play with me today?"
"You bet I do," he answered. "Come to my room in fifteen minutes." In the meantime he stripped and received the amorous love-sick girl in his silk gown. Pat had undressed and put on her long kimono, wearing as usual her short stockings that clung to her adorable shapely legs emphasizing the round plump calves.
Like a child she jumped onto her lover's lap, flung her soft arms around his neck and Lee reveled in kisses from her soft lips, which, with the exquisite soft body in his arms sent a riot of passion through him. How he toyed with the firm-pointed springy bubbies, parting the kimono to kiss and suck the ruby buds. The blushing girl was getting restless with amorous emotions when suddenly she burst out in childish delight.
"Oh Lee, Auntie told me all about the things that I should do after I am married to make you happy. That I should do everything you suggested. That I must be your plaything. I think that she ought to tell you what to do to make me happy too. Well, I shall tell you. I think that a man should do everything his sweetheart wishes and right now Oh Lee Dear how I wish we were married right now so we could do what married people do."
"Oh, girlie," began Lee, "I am saving that for our wedding night and I want to keep you a virgin until then. Oh, Pat! how lovely it will be to bury my thing in this sweet little cunt." And he tenderly squeezed the fat little shrine between the soft legs. In so doing he noticed more hair on it. He was rampant. Pat felt the throbbing stiffness against her bottom.
"Oh darling, Lee. It is getting big and naughty again. Mayn't I kiss it?"
"Not now, Pat. I want you to take it between your legs as you did that other day." Pat, true to her own ideas of giving her lover what he wanted jumped up and threw off her kimono and stretched her lovely exquisite shape on the bed. Her cunnie was already moist and slippery.
Lee got over her and adjusted his long stiff tool between her thighs and along the fat wet lips of her cunnie. Up and down he moved.
"Oh Lee," moaned Pat. "I do wish that we were married. It feels so good." Lee crushed her legs together, held her in his arms and moaned as each long sweep of his hot tool brought them nearer the blissful climax.
"Oh, Pat what pretty legs to fuck," growled Lee. "Come, you little pet." He felt those little shivers and tremors in every part of the girl. She was gasping and choking. She almost screamed aloud, "Oh Ouch Oh Lee how lovely!" Just then Lee melted in a long lascivious spend and the jets of oily sap gushed from him and wet the little bottom that was twisting from the girl's elastic emotions. After a short period of bliss, Lee arose, his spent tool hanging long and limp like a snake, the last drops clinging to it like pearly beads.
When Pat opened her eyes and saw it she laughed and said: "Oh goodness! it looks just like a horse's thing." Pat got up and boldly squatted on the chamber pot and peed. The sound of woman's pee after a fuck always made Lee randy. He was lying on his back and called Pat to get over him with her bottom over his face. As she did so he directed her to take his thing in her mouth when he kissed her bottom. He eagerly kissed her quivering cunnie. Pat enjoyed it so much and the feeling of his soft thing in her mouth was so lewd that she instantly flamed with fresh, eager youthfulness to experience another thrill of wonder pleasure.
It was most piquant and ravishing to Lee to feel her tongue wind around the head of his prick and suck it. What she thought and felt showed in the way her little cunnie puckered and pouted. Lee took the whole of it in his mouth. The girl following his former instructions held the root of his tool firmly with her thumb and finger and moved the loose skin up and down with a firm hand till Lee felt the climax approach when he thrust his tongue in and out of her little cunt. He heard her soft moans and felt the soft nips on his tongue when Pat's orgasm swept over her in convulsions.
Removing his mouth, he almost shouted: "Suck it girlie suck it faster harder There! there! Oh how good!" he growled as the spermy juice came and filled her mouth. He heard the gurgling sound as she swallowed it all and he once more gathered the soft pulpy lips of her cunt in his mouth and sucked in all the girlish love-juice she had spent.
The force of her climax caused her to collapse upon him, her body completely limp and exhausted. His own love juice had spurted deeply into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. Even when there was nothing left she continued to suck his softening prick avidly, delighting in the salty tang of the fluid that filled her so completely.
"Good," Lee murmured. "God, but you're good."
Slowly, slowly as the horses of the night, she rolled from atop him, her spent body forming itself closely to his hard, muscular one, and soon they slept. How long they slept they would never know, for theirs was the sleep of pure exhaustion, but they were awakened suddenly by the snapping on of the overhead light.
"So here you are!" Daisy exclaimed, looking at the two lovers with dismay as Pat tried to cover her cunt and her breasts at the same time, and succeeding at neither. "I should have known I couldn't trust you when I turned my back."
"Really, Daisy," Lee said easily, not the least perturbed by the fact she had caught them in flagrante delicto. "There's nothing uncommon in an engaged couple exploring each other a little before the night of consummation."
"You may call it exploring," Daisy said, eyeing his still limp prick skeptically. "But I'd call it fucking."
"Aunt Daisy!" Pat cried, shocked at her aunt's language. "What a thing to say."
"It's true, isn't it?" Daisy demanded.
"No, it isn't," Lee replied. "We may have sucked a little, but fuck we have not."
"Hmm," Daisy said, still skeptically. "You expect me to believe that?"
"I do indeed," Lee said. "Would you like to examine Pat and see if I am telling the truth?"
"That might not be a bad idea," Daisy said. "Why not?"
"Now wait a minute," Pat protested. "That's my body you're talking about."
"I know, I know," Daisy said. "But I think it would be wise for me to check and see if your maidenhead is intact."
"I might have lost it riding a bicycle when I was a girl," Pat offered unsuccessfully.
"Sure, honey," Daisy said. "And I might be the Queen of Sheba."
Seeing that protest was to no avail, Pat lay back on the bed and sighed deeply.
"Daisy," Lee said as the older woman started to advance toward her niece. "Don't you think she might feel better about it if you, like us, were nude."
"That's not a bad idea," Daisy said, beginning immediately to remove her garments. "Besides, I might want to join your little party. After all, you're responsible for the new passions I'm subject to."
"You?" Pat's eyes were wide with surprise, for she had apparently considered her aunt as a completely sexless being. "You and Lee?"
Daisy nodded.
"It wouldn't surprise you, my dear," she said. "After all, I lived a good many years with a man who, though he doesn't have the cock Lee has, was in many ways an excellent lover. To be deprived of prick when one has gotten used to it is difficult in the extreme for a woman with a passionate nature."
"I guess so," Pat said. "I just never thought.. . "
By this time Daisy was completely undressed, and her figure was every bit as exciting as her younger niece's. Her breasts were a little fuller and her tummy was a little more rounded, but otherwise they were identical. When she crawled up on the bed beside Lee, he closed his eyes and for a moment couldn't tell which of the women was which.
"Let's get on with the examination," Daisy said. She was suddenly possessed of a strange kind of curiosity to look at her niece's cunt. She had never before looked carefully at any woman, and especially not at her cunt. Her own sex organ began secreting its lubricating fluid at the mere thought of such an examination, and she knew from the honey-sweet sensation in the pit of her stomach that she was going to be mightily screwed before long. She would have to be, or else she would wind up climbing the walls in her desperate frustration.
Pat resisted at first, refusing to part her legs to let Lee and Daisy examine her cunt, but then when she realized she was going to have to undergo it anyway, she became docile. She spread her legs widely while her aunt bent over and gently opened the lips of her still-moist slit.
"Hmm," Daisy said, watching with interest as Pat's clitoris became erect, just like a male's organ. "How very interesting. I know my clitty grows hard whenever I get hot, but I've never watched one come erect that way."
Lee nodded.
"It's a sure sign of a passionate woman," he said. "And it never fails to give a woman away."
Daisy was busy running her fingers over the inner surfaces of Pat's cunt, much more so than was absolutely necessary to determine if she did, indeed, remain in possession of that useless bit of flesh known as a cherry. Besides, they could both see clearly that the entrance to her vagina was still constricted by her maidenhead, the opening entirely too small to have allowed Lee's huge prick to have entered.
When Daisy's finger rolled slowly around the hard projection of Pat's clitty, the younger girl writhed passionately and moaned her delight. Then, before their eyes, Pat came, the stimulation offered by her aunt being too much for her.
"You know," Daisy said, turning to Lee, "that's the first time I ever frigged another woman."
Lee's cock had come back to remarkable life at watching Daisy's manipulations, and suddenly he could stand the strain no longer. He moved in behind Daisy, guided his huge tool between the lips of her pouting pussy, and rammed it home. She gasped with surprise and then with pleasure as he began stroking her strongly, and the force of his strokes drove her face down to where it was only inches away from Pat's cunt. With a deep sigh, as though her most secret desire was being fulfilled, Daisy buried her face in the moist hair and probed with her tongue the depths of Pat's still fiery body.
All three of them fucked hard, straining to achieve the greatest satisfaction they could. Finally Daisy came, her nippers gripping the tip of Lee's cock at the same time that it spurted thick, viscous jets of fluid against the back wall of her sheath. Meanwhile, Daisy's tongue brought Pat to a throbbing, thrilling climax, causing the girl to grind her hips against Daisy in an agony of despair.
Thereafter, Daisy did not oppose Lee's marriage to Pat, with the understanding that she, too, could share the big, virile cock whenever the fire of her flesh became too demanding to resist. And, gentle reader, that was often.
ROSITA AND MARIA
Jaime, as he went about his duties after dinner, was thinking with keen relish of Rosita's cunt, eager to see that dainty slit, and also to arouse the delicate sensibility which he knew must be there. Implicitly as he believed in Maria's ability to manage things, however, it seemed quite a proposition in just a few minutes to bring Rosita to the point of allowing such liberties with her secret charms as Maria had led him to expect. Of course the fact that Rosita had been fucked by the priest, and that she had seen him operating with Maria, were points in favor of her speedy acquiescence. But he did not realize how anxious Rosita herself was to try this lascivious experience. As he waited in the butler's pantry, the objective of his thoughts burst open the door, and exclaimed, "Why Jaime, are you still up? You startled me so. I I felt hungry so I thought I would get a piece of bread or something."
Inwardly he was in a turmoil, but he mastered his emotions and said, "Certainly, senorita. Can't I get it for you?" But he did not go for the food, merely moving closer to her.
Over her gown, she had thrown a negligee, which made her a very attractive figure to Jaime. As it were, awkwardly, his hand brushed against her buttock. She trembled slightly, but did not move away, and it returned with the palm gently pressing the cheek. And then her fingers touched his thigh, as he boldly unbuttoned his pants, releasing his stiff priapus.
"I think," said he, "that the senorita has seen this before," and pressed it against her fingers.
She laughed nervously, "Yes, Jaime, several times. And I must say that you use it very well."
With this breaking of the ice, it was not long before he had her gown and negligee up above her thighs, parting the fresh, pink lips, and pushing his thick forefinger deep in the moist wound, in which flowed the thin passionate juice as it worked back and forth. Well could he understand the enjoyment that the priest must have had in fucking that warmly responsive young cunt.
From kneeling, he changed to a sitting position, and drawing her legs to either side of his thighs, he commenced by giving the inner surfaces of her thighs little biting kisses until he arrived at the central spot. After brushing the hair and lips aside, and a long look at the rosy inner flesh, he applied his mouth to it. She started, and trembled weakly at this intimate contact. He exercised a strong sucking on the warm flesh, which drew further emissions of the preliminary fluid, and then she felt his tongue sinuously forcing its way up her cunt, and although trying to keep still, could not refrain from a small fucking motion.
Cramming his tongue up as far as he could, and then as it retreated, drawing in with a powerful suction, in almost no time the thrilling spasm came, sending a rush of her liquor on his mouth. Twisting and writhing, she grasped his head, forcing his mouth strongly against her cunt, and exclaimed with moaning accents, "Oh, I can't stand it. It's too much. You set me crazy."
But even had he wanted to, he could not withdraw, for her thighs and hands held his head so closely. And with this passionate response, came also a stream of his own venereal fluid, wetting her bare leg and his shirt.
The reaction was violent, as a strange languor and exhaustion succeeded the thrilling spasm, her legs and arms loosened their hold, and she caught the edge of the table to keep from falling. She felt so spent and done up that without a word, she staggered from the pantry and into the living room, where she lay down on the couch to recuperate her forces.
Meanwhile Maria was undressing in the room that she and Rosita had occupied since the illness of the governess. Carefully she had left a crack in the door to Vincente's room, and hardly had she started before she heard him in his room. Seeing the light from the other room through the crack, he did not turn on his light, but stole to the door and watched Maria as she leisurely undressed. Well she knew that he was following her every motion, as one by one the garments were removed, and before her eyes was the vision of his penis, as she had glimpsed it when he had fucked Rosita. A wave of amorous excitation arose in her as she contemplated the thrilling sensation of having it worked in her cunt, for she was confident it would go there easily. And then, later, when her cunt had been sufficiently opened, she would accomplish that fuck with Jaime.
Deliberately she took off every stitch of clothes, turned about before the glass, examining every portion of her graceful, slender form, and then taking a pot of cold cream to a corner of the room not visible to Vincente, thrust a liberal portion up her vagina, and went close to the door. She heard him hurriedly discarding his clothes, and was not surprised when he suddenly opened it, appearing with nothing but his underclothes on, and with prick erect as he advanced.
No time or effort was wasted in modest pretense, as the young people were clasped together, Vincente impulsively shoving his prick between her thighs as they stood. Lasciviously he rubbed it against the warm cunt lips, and then pulled her into his room and on the bed. In a few seconds he was kneeling between her open thighs and starting the blunt-headed staff on his journey. The cream made its entry quite easy, and with vigorous pushes he deepened the insertion. As this rather rough, jerky progress was somewhat painful, Maria breathed a word of caution, and at once Vincente moderated his �lan, and began fucking with more consideration.
And with fast beating heart, Maria passively received the firm thrusts of his stiff, smooth-skinned tool, which presently attained its full length in her tight sheath. And when the throbbing crest impinged on her womb lips, a wave of lustful desire burned in her, her lithe body squirmed with lecherous abandon, and the knowledge that at last she was truly fucking augmented her passion. Again and again she felt the warm juice trickling in her agitated cunt, for Vincente was fucking rather fast, but sturdily.
All too soon for Maria, the fuck ended in a rain of short, hard thrusts. She felt the throbbing prick swell still harder in her wet cunt, and then the splash of the semen deluged her cunt, and his strenuous motions ceased as she twisted her abdomen lasciviously with her own spending. Her training muscles relaxed as he lay heavily inert on her, and in the reaction, a few tears came to her eyes, although she did not cry aloud.
But in her satisfaction over being fucked, there was no regret. Although her senses had been keenly awakened, she was thinking of this first fuck, usually so important to a young girl, merely as a necessary preliminary to that triumphant occasion when her cunt would be stretched sufficiently to accommodate Jaime's cock.
As soon as possible she withdrew from Vincente's embrace, although he presently showed signs of renewing the engagement, and retired to the next room, where later Rosita joined her. And for some time they regaled each other with accounts of their respective sensations.
The next morning Maria had occasion to use some fresh underwear, and not wishing to ask anyone to get it for her stole into her room, in spite of the doctor's orders that she should not do so. Very quietly, so as not to disturb the nurse, who was sleeping in Rosita's room, she got the clothes and was leaving, when she heard the nurse in the bathroom, to which the door was open. Afraid of being caught and scolded, she hid in the closet, and with the door a quarter open, watched the nurse as she proceeded with her ablution.
Even though Marthe wore the modern nursing costume when dressed, Maria gasped with surprise and admiration at the sight of the charming, nude figure. She wondered at not having before recognized such beauty of form. For Marthe's was a mature form, compact, but not the least bit heavy. She was about five feet four inches in height, the calves well developed and curved, as also were her thighs, and these, though somewhat larger than Maria's, were in good proportion. As the thighs came tightly together, above them could be seen a profuse growth of brown hair, slightly darker than that of her head, then a curving belly with deeply indented navel.
But what was of absorbing interest to Maria, was that after she had bathed, Marthe nonchalantly put one foot on the edge of the tub and began a series of rubbing motions with her fingers, just below the dark brown hair. This continued for about five minutes, and then she reached to the side of the tub and substituted a candle for her fingers, thrusting it in and out of the orifice with ever increasing speed. To Maria it was not a very stimulating scene, and would have been laughable but for the earnest intent manner in which Marthe vigorously massaged her cunt. Presently she was thrusting her hips down as well as pushing the candle up, and then with a long sigh of relief, the action slowed down.
Just then, Maria, leaning too heavily on the door, pushed it open, and Marthe cried out with dismay on seeing her standing there.
"Oh senorita," she cried, and quickly turning away, with trembling fingers drew the deeply embedded candle from her cunt, and attempted to hide it. And then, realizing how completely she had been caught, burst into tears.
At once Maria came forward, and putting her arm around Marthe's naked shoulders, attempted to comfort her, but Marthe, feeling she was disgraced for life, sobbed on.
"Sister dear," said Maria soothingly, "you mustn't feel so badly because I saw you doing that. Why I expect most every girl does it, anyway they rub their coozies. I know I do." Marthe sobbed a little less forlornly.
"I wonder," said Maria contemplatively, "if you could keep a secret. No I expect you would tell it at the first confession you made."
Marthe's tears ceased, and although she looked very much ashamed, she raised her eyes to Maria's face and said, "But certainly I can keep a secret. If it did not concern me, I would have no occasion to tell it in confession. Why I even haven't told a priest about what you have just seen me doing."
"You haven't?" said Maria eagerly. "Then that's different."
They had proceeded to the bedroom, where Marthe threw a kimono over her naked flesh. While still feeling somewhat abashed and shamed, there was a sense of relief that someone else now knew her weakness, and that a girl who seemed to take it as a matter of course. Then too, she was curious to hear what this "secret" was. Finding her voice now, she gave an elaborate explanation of how her lonely condition had led her to seeking this solitary consolation, but Maria interrupted, "You don't need to explain to me. Don't I know how you fall into those things. But if you've never done anything worse than that, you are an angel of goodness. Why you would never suspect . . . " and there was a pause as Marthe looked inquiringly at Maria.
"Suspect what?" and Maria smiled uncertainly.
"I don't think I had better say anything more. I would shock you too much, and you might think it your duty to preach to me, or tell someone about it."
"My dear," protested Marthe, "I don't see how I can preach, when you have seen me in such a a shameful thing, and I swear by the Holy Virgin that I'll never tell a soul."
"But Sister, how much do you know about men and their...their things?"
"Not very much," confessed Marthe. "In physiology classes we were taught the elementary things but I don't know much practically, for the Superior has always assigned me to women patients. And before I went into the order, I didn't know anything but what Mama told me." Then naively, "But I wish I knew more."
This was exactly what Maria desired, for with the enthusiasm of the neophyte, she was anxious to impart her superior knowledge to this much older woman. With gradual effect she told Marthe of her acquisition of erotic lore, suppressing any mention of Jaime's mouth caresses, ending with the triumphant announcement that she had been fucked. Was it possible that this girl, not yet sixteen, was inducted in those mysteries? Of course it was, for she had often heard of Negro girls twelve and thirteen years old having babies. Marthe was distressed when the call for breakfast put an end to this fascinating flow of information.
As soon as breakfast was over and her duties in the sick room accomplished, she feverishly sought Maria, and retiring to the library, besought her for more of this delightful instruction. Cleverly disguising names and situations, Maria told her of a very light-skinned mulatto fucking the girls at Mantua, and of how she and Rosita had more than once seen him in the very act of fucking a white woman. Marthe questioned her eagerly, with her arm around Maria and pressing her form nervously. What were Maria's sensations when she herself was fucked? Did she really enjoy it?
"Yes, of course I enjoyed it. That's all nonsense what they say about women not getting pleasure out of it. It makes you feel funny and hot all over. I can't describe it very well. It's all in the feeling. When you've put that candle in your coozy, haven't you sometimes wanted it to be a real man's thing?"
"Oh, yes," said Marthe, sighing deeply. "Of course I have. Sometimes I think I'd give anything to have it done to me just once. I'd have to resign from the Order, but I've almost decided to do so anyway."
"Sister," whispered Maria eagerly, "would you do it if I got a man for you?"
"Oh no," cried Marthe affrightedly. "Just think of the disgrace I wouldn't I couldn't think -" and her voice trailed off, and she looked positively distressed.
"Well," said Maria coldly, "I'm sorry I said anything about it, if you feel that way. I was only trying to help you."
"But Maria dear," protested Marthe, "you mustn't take it that way. It was just so sudden. I I just hadn't gotten used to the idea. You see, I have been so lonesome and secluded for so many years, and since Mama died, you're the only person I have ever spoken to about those things."
They settled down to a long cozy chat, during which, under a renewed promise of secrecy, Maria told Marthe that Jaime was the hero of the exploits with the Mantua girls, and with the white woman, but not giving the governess away. She revealed the fact that she, herself, had freely handled his penis, and that it was very large and stiff. When Marthe asked if it were Jaime that had fucked her, she denied it, stating that she could not tell the name of the man. But it was Jaime that she was offering to Marthe. From being very positive at first, Marthe became more and more wavering in her refusals to let Jaime fuck her, but Maria could see in her confusion there was a distant note of eagerness, and in this fashion the confidences were ended by Marthe's duties as nurse.
But all the rest of the morning there was a graphic image in her mind, painted in vivid language by Maria, of Jaime closely locked in a white woman's arms, and their bodies moving in unison. She was busy until lunch, and then when she saw Jaime, a flush suffused her face as she pictured him in the attitude described. Her vagina suddenly became wet as she wondered what were the sensations of the woman as his penis worked in her. Probably they were far superior to those induced by a candle. As soon as she could, she retired to the bathroom, and this time securely locking the door, with trembling fingers and without preliminary excitation of those parts, thrust the candle in the crevice and worked is vigorously.
The candle was inserted only about four inches, and that was all that Marthe contemplated when her thoughts were busy wondering what the woman's sensations were, as she worked it in and out. Maria's statement that it was very large had made no impression on her, for she imagined that a man's prick was ordinarily only about three inches long, and under stimulation swelled not more than another inch. She had no physical fear of Jaime's prick, for she thought her cunt had been adequately stretched for the operation by the candle, and knowing the resiliency of those parts, was prepared for its being somewhat thicker than the candle she used.
After a while came a little relief from the raging heat in her cunt, and her mind was busy with the idea of Jaime thrusting his penis in her. Should she, or should she not? She had half determined not to make her final vows to the Order, and here was a most tempting opportunity to have that luscious experience that she craved. Maria had sworn that Jaime was absolutely reliable and discreet. So far as pregnancy was concerned, she knew precisely what drugs to use. But how could she expose herself half naked to a man, and let him touch her most secret parts before he put his penis in her.
When later she again talked to Maria, she voiced these objections. Said Maria, finally, "Suppose I have Jaime come to you in the dark, then you won't mind so much."
Marthe still weakly objected, but Maria could plainly see that she was anxious to have it. After dinner that night, Maria whispered to Marthe that everything was arranged. She was to leave her door unlocked, and Jaime would come to her bed at eleven o'clock when the house was quiet. Even after he had come, if she still felt she could not go through with it, she had merely to tell Jaime to go away, and he would do so. This suited Marthe, for then she could still reserve her decision.
After her talk with Marthe, Maria had sought out Jaime. He could hardly believe his ears when she triumphantly announced that tonight he was to go at eleven o'clock to Sister Marthe's room and fuck her. With much detail she gave him his orders. He was to go in the dark room to her bed without saying a word. If she positively told him to go, he was to do so, but if she said nothing, he was to try to get his penis in her coozy, and if possible, without lying on top of her. Of course he was to make it as easy and nice as he could, for not only had she never been fucked, but had never seen a man's dickie. If she said nothing, he was to pretend to believe her fast asleep.
The minutes ticked slowly away for Marthe that night. As early as possible, she fixed the patient for the night, and retired to her room. She undressed and put on her best nightgown, and then tried to read, but the type kept blurring her eyes, and half an hour before the time set, she put out her light and went to bed. She had a small electric torch which she lighted after what seemed an hour of waiting. It was only a quarter to eleven Her mind was filled with tumultuous fears. Suppose someone besides Marthe were to find out. She would be disgraced. But a hot feeling of anticipation rose in her vagina, as she thought that if she didn't lose her nerve at the last minute, it would be deliciously filled by a man's penis, which would massage the palpitating flesh.
She was lying on her side, face turned away from the door, with buttocks at the edge of the bed, when she heard the door open quietly. Through the transom a dim light trickled in the room, and Jaime, without shoes, crept toward the white figure faintly outlined. She trembled violently when his hand touched her thigh with the gown over it. Her mouth was parched, and she suddenly realized that even if she wished, she could utter hardly more than a croak. With gentle insistence, he pulled the gown up over her waist, then pressed his hand on her bare thigh.
With much effort she managed to control her impulse to scream, and kept as still as possible. His hand, very gently rubbed her flesh, gradually approaching the burning central spot. Now it encountered a few stray hairs, then a finger touched the moist lip, and her nervous start was uncontrollable. From this contact, Jaime surmised that she was ready for his prick, and furthermore he was eager to complete the conjunction, for her nervousness was such that he feared she would have a spasm if she were not fucked immediately.
In a spirit of preparedness, Jaime had left his pants unbuttoned, and now he brought out the virile staff. Now stiffly swollen, and bending its head down, cautiously pushed it right against the wet lips of her cunt. Naturally this was the occasion for another surprise start, and at once she apprehended that this was the true article, and gritting her teeth, she forced the muscles of her body to some semblance of quiet. Another push divided the warm lips, and then his finger carefully brushed aside all the stray hairs, as he steadily held the head of his shaft in the palpitating flesh. Soon, as her agitation seemed to subside, and her cunt became more accustomed to the staff, he gave another little push that forced the lips still further apart, permitting the entrance of half an inch more of prick.
The pressure of that warm, wet flesh was exceedingly grateful to Jaime's handy tool, and his desire to fuck this new cunt rose still higher. The question now with him was this; should he drive it in its full length, and fuck her savagely and get the satisfaction he longed for, realizing that he might never have another opportunity to do so; or should he give her a very careful, considerate fuck, hoping that later she would give him the more strenuous fucking he needed? He decided on the latter course, for Maria had insistently stressed a very gentle method, and furthermore, all of his success with white girls had been due to rigid control of his passions, at least for a time.
Should Jaime have followed the first course, she would have been physically hurt, and temporarily disillusioned as to the pleasures of fucking. But now, with the blunt head of the prick stretching the lips of her cunt, she realized that it was even thicker than she had imagined, but still she had no fears of hurt, and waited eagerly for its inward progress. Gone were any thoughts of shame and disgrace, for now, with a prick right at the portals of her cunt, she was committed to the adventure. If disgrace were her portion she was now in it just as much as if she were completely fucked.
Therefore when another gained a further half inch, completely encasing the bulging head, only a slight tremor accompanied the insertion. But in her confused agitation, she felt a thrill of ecstasy, for even though the head was stretching her flesh, the sensation induced by its hot, firm tissue, was so very much more pleasant than that of the cold, lifeless candle. And now Jaime could feel that his prick had arrived at the vaginal muscle, and holding it, he directed it with several short thrusts until he found the exact spot where it would sink in, for her emotion caused the muscle to constrict and relax, making it difficult to find that spot.
And now the pulsating head is almost through the neck, feeling the repeated pressures of that muscle, and at this, Marthe felt an overwhelming, tickling sensation that was almost unbearable. Many times, of course, she had experienced the preliminary emission, but this was more devastating, and suddenly the shameful feeling that she had pee'd came to her. But Jaime, sensing the trembling of her flesh, quickly sent the crest beyond the vaginal muscle, which now played around the sensitive skin below the ridge. With that ardent stimulation, what could a man do but fuck? Even in his mounting desire, however, he kept his head, and delivered only short and careful thrusts, attaining only a bare three inches of insertion.
Then Jaime settled down to a steady, though slow fucking, each stroke gaining a fraction of an inch for his prick. But hardly was the third one delivered before a convulsive trembling shook her frame, although there was no responsive heaving to his fucking. He paused for a few seconds, and then commenced again the delightful friction. Seven or eight times he sent it in, when he felt the tide of sperm rising in his prick. Quickly he put his fingers 'round the base of it, to prevent the full plunge deep in her cunt, and fucked rapidly a few seconds when the semen shot forcefully far in the recesses of her cunt.
After her spasm, Marthe had felt weaker, but with the renewal of the fucking her desires had risen again. Oh! what delicious sensations that hot, slow moving, stiff piece of flesh induced in her cunt. No wonder Maria had said it was nonsense to suppose that women did not enjoy fucking. And how glad she was that at the last minute she had not denied this wonderful penis access to her cunt. A dreamy languor spread over her body, and a wish that this slow fucking could continue on and on, came to her. But then arrived the rapid, stimulating thrusts, a further distension of her flesh, as his prick throbbingly expanded, and she felt the impact of the sperm as it shot against her womb. A blinding mist seemed to cover her brain, a burning sensation invaded her cunt, and her juices leaked out to join his copious emission.
For a minute or two, Jaime maintained the status quo, as her agitation subsided, and then quietly withdrew his prick, which was fully as stiff as when it entered her sheath. Quickly he covered its dripping head with his handkerchief and silently left the room, with Marthe lying in the same position as before. A minute later she rose and quickly washed herself with a solution she had prepared earlier. She was still trembling a little, but presently she fully regained her composure. As she was completing her toilet, there came to her ears the sound of the bell in the sickroom. Hurriedly she threw on a dressing gown and went to Liane's room.
Liane was groaning as she writhed and twisted about, and when the light was turned up, Marthe realized that she was in considerable pain. She flew about, using every method at her disposal to alleviate it, and when Maria appeared at the door, sent her for Jaime, Who was told to get the doctor. Unable to reach central by phone, he got a horse and went for him, taking a note from Marthe describing the symptoms. There was a long, weary wait, and after the sun was well up, at six o'clock, the doctor came.
From Marthe's account, in the note, he suspected the trouble, and his tests soon convinced him that Liane had acute appendicitis, and that she must at once be removed to the hospital. Fortunately he had brought his closed car for just this emergency, and in less than an hour she was bundled in, and was on the way. The doctor decided to take Liane to his private hospital instead of the one where Marthe usually nursed, and seeing that she was exhausted by the strenuous night, said she had better go back to the mansion and rest up. He would use one of his own operative nurses, and she need not return to the case. This did not suit Marthe at all. Tired as she was, a thrill came as she thought of Jaime's prick in her cunt. How could she bear to leave just at this time?
Marthe returned to the mansion about 12 o'clock, and after a glass of wine and some crackers, went to bed, and at once was asleep. At six she was awake and dressing, when Maria came bursting in, avid with curiosity as to the fucking of the previous night. Marthe was noncom-mital, but admitted that she had enjoyed it. When Marthe changed the subject by stating that she was leaving in the morning, Maria insisted that she stay, certainly for a few days, reminding her that now the governess was gone, the girls had no chaperone. At dinner this was warmly seconded by Rosita, and with seeming reluctance, she consented to stay. A call was immediately put in to the Superior of the Nursing Order, who was out, and the nurse answering the phone was given the message that Sister Marthe had decided not to make her final vows, and would not be there for a week.
After dinner, Rosita and Maria were busy dressing for a concert and dance to which they were invited, and the priest also. The girls begged Marthe to go with them, but she refused on account of her apparent exhaustion. But there was a malicious glint in Maria's eye as she agreed that Marthe had better rest up. It was an hour's ride to the house, to which they were going, and at half past seven they were off.
For some time after the girls had left, Marthe forced herself to read, but her attention wandered. It was early in the evening, but the house was so quiet. What was Jaime doing? The coachman had carried the party to the concert and the cook and maids had probably left for their cabins. She got up, took off her clothes and donned a negligee of Rosita's. Then she went to the door and listened. Presently she heard Jaime returning to the dining room with some dishes. With leisurely step she went into the hall, closing her door hard, and proceeded to the living room, where she turned on several lights.
In a few minutes Jaime appeared at the door. Marthe's heart beat unquietly as she looked questionably up at him. Was there anything that the Sister would wish to be served to her before retiring? Marthe managed a rather uncertain smile, and haltingly said that in half an hour she would like for him to bring a glass of hot water to her room, as she wished to take some medicine. Blandly respectful, Jaime's face showed no change as he told her he would gladly do so. As soon as he had gone back, she went to her room, removing her clothes she had on, and got into a nightgown. In the bathroom she prepared the drugs for the wash, and five minutes before the half hour had elapsed, her light was out, the door was half open, and she was in bed.
Jaime came quietly in, placed the water on the table, and ascertained in the dim light the figure on the bed. Rapidly he stripped to his shirt, and went to the bed. She was lying on her back, with face turned to the wall, and with a reverent gesture, he turned back her gown, and at once sought with his hand the intersection of her thighs, which although close together soon yielded to his insistent pressure. He found the nicely plump lips somewhat moist, but as he gently rubbed them, the liquid again flowed. She was perfectly passive, except for an occasional trembling seizure, which was especially evident when his large forefinger was sunk in the wet furrow.
Jaime prolonged the titillation of his finger in her cunt more than was necessary, for he wished to make sure she was thoroughly prepared, as it was his intention to give her the full length and force of his bludgeon. He felt free to do so now, for the night before, he had carried out to the letter Maria's orders. And as he contemplated that deliriously clinging cunt, his prick throbbed with desire.
In Marthe's cunt, the tickling sensation was delightful. Why, even his finger was far superior to the candle, and the flow of her preliminary juice was almost continuous. At length, satisfied that the time was ripe, Jaime abruptly withdrew his finger, and mounting the bed near the foot, pushed Marthe's unresisting knees apart and kneeling between them, bent his cock toward the orifice. With bated breath, Marthe awaited the insertion of his prick. To what a shameful condition had she arrived, a man almost naked over her, preparing to thrust his penis in her intimate parts, and she not only making no resistance, but with lascivious expectation, welcoming its insertion.
Now its smooth, blunt head was kissing the wet lips, and carefully he removed several hairs from the path. How delightfully hot it is, and more of the thin juice leaked out as it was slowly and firmly pressed in the entrance. As it bored in, she gave a convulsive start that displaced the staff, and her legs pressed his knees as if endeavoring to close the entrance. Again his prick was placed in it, and his knees gently shoved her legs wider apart. In this position, the lips were stretched, and with a sudden little push, the head was completely encased by her palpitating flesh.
For a few moments, with fingers still guiding the rod, he held it there, rubbing it slightly along the furrow, and then feeling it was properly pointed, another stronger thrust sent the crest past the vaginal muscle. Still she was passive, except for a start and convulsive trembling as it gained additional ground. And now Jaime began a slow fucking that was more pleasurable to Marthe than to her fucker, for he was wound up to a tremendous pitch of amorous excitement by this passive, though receptive woman, whose cunt exercised such a delicious, convulsive pressure round his prick. It had now attained the depth of insertion accomplished the previous night and for a few moments he fucked with those limits.
As his prick slowly weaved back and forth in her cunt, the love juice poured out at times, accompanied by a trembling shudder. Up to this time, Jaime had been supporting his weight with one hand, then, as his prick was securely held in place by her vagina, with both hands. His motions ceased, and gently he lowered his body flat on her belly, and without movement of his cock, insinuated his hands under her thighs just below the buttocks so that his fingers were pressing the flesh on the inner sides. She could feel the cunt lips being stretched further apart as he lay motionless for several moments, and then recommenced the slow gentle fucking; but now she felt the blunt head pressing far beyond the former limit, and it flashed through her mind that she had underestimated its length.
She had, indeed, for after half a dozen strokes, he suddenly paused, and then with steady pressure, holding her thighs firmly, sent the bulging crest on in the flesh. She gasped and a small nervous scream came from her lips as further and further it crept, and she utterly unable to resist, although her thighs fanatically pushed against Jaime's in a futile endeavor to stay its resistless progress. At last its oversized crest pumped against her womb, and seven inches of stiff prick were buried in her trembling flesh. With his kinky hair grinding on her finer, brown bush, he held it firmly its full length, and then with short bursts fucked her with the utmost lasciviousness.
As the hard, yet velvety head of his prick pumped against the womb lips with each stroke, her abdomen moved with convulsive, twisting motions, as if to retreat from this battering ram. Suddenly a wave of blood seemed to cover her brain. She felt as if blood were flowing from her, her body stiffening, and she almost lost consciousness. Jaime was now fucking rapidly, and almost immediately her senses returned as she felt a tremendous gush of the venereal fluid infringe on the deepest recesses of her cunt. With that gush there was a swelling distension of the crest, which felt as if it would burst, it gradually diminished, then swelled again, but as her cunt became filled with his liquor, the distension was imperceptible.
Before dawn came, Marthe not only had experience, but had thanked Jaime not with words but with seven fucks in positions Marthe never knew existed.
She knew now she would never be able to take her final vows, for hard cock had become her passion. Her every waking thought was centered on being fucked, and she determined to learn everything she could about the not-so-gentle art. Devoting the same intensity she had used when learning to become a nurse to learning to fuck, she was soon an accomplished mistress of the use of her body for venereal pleasure. Jaime provided her elementary course, fucking her often and hard with his long tool, causing her to writhe with intense pleasure. But soon she was ready for more fields to conquer, and when she left the house and returned to the village, she found herself sizing up every man and evaluating the size of his prick and his skill in using it.
But she found that she was wrong, her knowledge of men not equal to her skill in fucking. For she made her first conquest of a rugged, handsome young laborer, muscular of build but woefully inadequate as a lover. His prick, only average in size, he used only for his own pleasure, sticking it in, fucking frantically for a few moments, then coming. Afterwards, he pulled it out, wiped it off on her chemise, and left her. Bitterly disappointed, she took to the candle as her only source of relief that night, but she was determined never again to let such a lout have her body.
Next she took a shopkeeper's assistant to her bed, found he was practically completely ignorant of a woman's body, and proceeded to teach him some of the ways a man may prolong the pleasure of the woman he loves. He was an adequate if not very thrilling fuck for her, making up in youth and enthusiasm for what he lacked in knowledge and experience. But still she wasn't satisfied, for the ultimate pleasure continued to escape her. She wanted to find that manner of fucking that would leave her completely exhausted, totally wiped out as far as her immediate desires were concerned. Always before, her fucking, even when it was good, was not good enough that she could not have continued, if only her partner's prick would stand again.
One day, though, there passed through the village an itinerant cobbler, seeking shoes to mend. Marthe, having such a pair, called the crook-backed man to her door and showed him the shoes. He nodded, said he could mend them, and sat down on the floor to begin his work. She watched, fascinated, for his nimble fingers fairly flew over the shoes, lacing, stitching, gluing, until after only a short while the shoes were as good as new.
She had not thought to fuck this funny little man, for his spindly legs, sunken chest and bent back suggested to her that his skill in bed would be no better than his physical appearance.
However, when he handed her the shoes and she asked the price, he named an exorbitant figure.
"That's too much," she cried. "Why, new they were not so dear."
"That may be, my dear," he chuckled lecherously. "Still, that is the price I have set on them."
She pursed her lips. "But I have not that much money about me."
"Then I'll have to be paid in another coin, eh?"
"What other coin?"
"Your fair body, my dear," he said, and as she started to protest he raised a hand to silence her. "And do not protest, for you are known far and wide as the most experienced fuckstress in the whole province. Every man who fucks you is the envy of his fellows, and all hope to be the man who satisfies you so completely you will cease your searching."
"Searching? Who says I am searching for anything but a good fuck?"
"Exactly," the cobbler replied. "A good fuck is what you are searching for. So far you haven't found one."
"How do you know that?"
"Because you fuck all sorts of men, and that tells me you are not really satisfied with any of them. Now, if you fucked only one sort, I would say you were satisfied by the type, but craved variety in your fucking diet. But since you fuck anything with a prick, then I can only conclude you are seeking a good fuck and nothing else."
"Why did you come here, then?" she asked.
"To provide you with that which you are seeking."
"You?" She almost laughed aloud, but refrained only because she did not wish to hurt his feelings. "Can you, indeed, fuck so well?"
"Madam," he said gravely, "with my appearance, I had to learn to fuck better than any man alive, or I would have been fated to live my life out providing my pleasure by my own hand."
"How horrible."
"Indeed. Therefore, I learned the art of fucking to a fine point. No one can compete with me in providing pleasure to a woman, unless he is as skilled as I."
"I'd like to see you in action, X master fucker," she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "If you are as good as you say you are."
"Indeed, madam, that is why I came to your village. To fuck you and no other reason."
"Are you indeed a cobbler?"
"Indeed. In the city, I cobble the shoes of the great ladies who ply their trade on the streets. They have frequent need of my services."
"On their shoes, or otherwise?"
"Both. Their professional fucking seldom satisfies them, but I always do. I never fail to leave them fainting and gasping, satisfied for days after."
"When can I experience your skill, master fucker?"
"Tonight, when the moon rises, I will come to you. Think on what I have said all this day, and tonight, in the garden, I will fuck you until you faint from the sheer pleasure of what I am doing to you."
He left then, and Marthe wondered if he would indeed be able to keep his promise. Her cunt began to flow in anticipation, and she found that all through the day she could think of nothing else but the fucking she was going to have in the garden that night. Her whole body ached for fulfillment, and she was ready long before the appointed time.
She bathed her lovely body, perfumed it, dressed in a filmy negligee a whole hour before moonrise. It was dark in the garden when she went out and placed herself in the bower she had scented with fresh-cut flowers. She stretched out languorously on a double chaise placed there for the occasion, and with difficulty restrained herself from fingering her cunt. Her whole body was on fire, and by the time she heard the garden gate scrape softly on the dirt, she was almost ready to come just from thinking about fucking the little, crook-backed man.
He sat on the chaise beside her, and she could hear him undressing. Darkness filled the bower, though moonlight streamed over the lovely garden outside. Then she felt his body next to hers, and his hands began running lightly over her body, pushing the negligee out of the way. His nimble, skilled finger sought her clitoris and began massaging it gently. It flamed into erection, and she spread her legs wide in order to receive the fullest stimulation he had to offer. He used his second hand to explore the depths of her cunt, while at the same time continuing to stimulate her clitoris with his finger. Around and around, in and out, his hands flew until she felt her climax rocketing upon her. She thrust her hips up and down in rhythm with his manipulation, and then, just as she was about to come . . . he stopped.
"Don't stop," she cried desperately. "Don't stop!"
He still didn't move, only forcing her hands away as she reached down to try and finger-fuck herself to orgasm. Then, after she had subsided from her approaching crisis somewhat, he began gently frigging her again. This time it took her less time to approach venereal climax, but once again, just as she was about to make the grade, he ceased stimulating her.
"What are you doing to me?" she moaned, her passion frantically high. "Finish me! Finish me!"
"Not yet," he whispered. "It's not time."
Her body reluctantly came down from its peak after several moments, and he began again his skilled fingering of her cunt. She writhed eagerly against his hands, trying to increase the depth of sensation to a degree that would bring her to climax, and when she almost made it once again and he pulled his hands away she reached for him and pulled him atop her.
"Fuck me, damn you," she demanded. "You're not going to leave me hanging again."
"It's time," he whispered, blowing softly in her ear. He mounted her, and with a single thrust drove his prick all the way into her cunt.
She went wild at the first touch of his hot prick against her cunt. She thrust up and down, almost bucking him from the saddle, in her eagerness to fuck, and when she felt her climax wash over her, at the same moment that his spunk spurted deep within her, she knew she was going to faint from excess pleasure. Her body throbbed and throbbed with the force of the climax she experienced, and for several moments she swooned away, so intense was her pleasure.
When she regained consciousness, she was aware of him there beside her in the darkness, and she knew she would never need to be fucked by anyone else again.
And thus it came about that Marthe, renegade nun, took vows of marriage with a crook-backed cobbler who set up shop in the village spending only that time in his shop not demanded by his wife's insatiable body. He was for the first time in his life the envy of all the men around, for they wondered at this funny little man who seemed to satisfy her so well, when all of them had tried and failed.
And Marthe never told of his skill to anyone.
ELAINE CAREY
Give me not bread or wine upon which to sup
But a cunt . . . that I may suck . . . and my cup is full -Lesbian
I, Elaine Carey, III, listed in Dun & Bradstreet's "The 300" as Daughter of the Revolution, member of The Society, scion, well-bred, attended Vassar, and now heir to a fortune . . . I, Elaine Carey, III, am a Lesbian.
Does that shock you, gentle reader. If it does, please do not continue in this, my life's story, I tell my experiences and if a little thing, such as being a self-asserted Lesbian would shock you, imagine what the rest of it would do . . .
You may well wonder, my dear reader, how a Lesbian is born . . . or perhaps made.
The average woman, as myself, is born with a number of things common in all. Breasts, cunt, thighs, lips . . . all to be used for the enjoyment of that beast the male. For his enjoyment and perusal of these things we women must suffer untold agonies.
Generally, this male beast has a big, hanging thing between his legs, sometimes resembling a snake other times a huge bologna some I've seen would put a horse to shame . . . and others are so tiny that I would consider it a waste of good effort to have it put inside me.
And they are mostly ugly things . . . the long ones generally have a huge bulb on the end of it red and beetling and if this is shoved between your legs, you'll scream and wonder where all the bliss you heard or read about comes in. All one feels is a blistering, agonizing stretching the stomach turns the walls of the cunt stretch and your insides feel like they're being pushed into your throat.
While all this is happening to the female the male beast is crushing her with his tremendous weight his hairy chest is pressing against her tender breasts and he is moaning and groaning in ecstasy while he is ramming his big, fat prick into the tender recesses of her aching and screaming cunt.
That, my dear reader, is called . . . love.
If you still wonder why I am a Lesbian . . . I will continue:
I've seen a male with a huge prick resembling a milk bottle turned upside down. He smeared a huge gob of vaseline on the end and attempted to force this cudgle into the small recesses of a struggling female . . . her little slit was no more than an inch in diameter . . and this big prick was more than two inches wide . . . you can well imagine the results.
Women . . . I beg you . . . do as I did discover the delights of being a Lesbian. The tongue is more sensitive than any part of your body . . . and when it tastes the heavenly nectar of a cunt . . . you no longer would tolerate the thought of having a big, fat slob with a big, fat cock laying on top of you, crushing your tits and belly and ramming his tremendous whang into your trembling cunt.
After one experience like this I, Elaine Carey, III, Scion of Society, Daughter of the Revolution, and heir to a fortune, decided to become a Lesbian.
Another time . . . last May, I believe, a nice young gentleman asked me to dinner and a show. "But before," he told me in a polite tone, "let's take a nice ride in the country my trusty steed is awaiting to carry us away."
His so-called trusty steed was a brand new Cadillac roadster the latest thing . . . had all the conveniences of a first-class hotel.
I agreed to his request and away we went on a nice ride in the country, as he termed it.
It was nice all right nice for him or so he hoped it would be. As we rode along the wind whipping through my blonde, curly hair and occasionally a small gust would enter the car and blow my skirt up a little higher than was considered respectable.
I was with a nice, young gentleman, who convinced me of his honorable intentions but I was still a little skeptical.
So I let the vagrant breeze play about my skirt . . . but he hardly even noticed my knees showing so prettily.
Jack Boris, he was, if I recall correctly. Came from a good family so he said . . . after we were properly introduced. His father was a Wall Street broker offices at No. 6 Broadway and made scads and scads of money. Needless to say, I was impressed not only by his gentlemanly attitude but also by his father's scads.
We rode along the car purring on all sixteen-cylinders the countryside rushed by and I could see that Jack was also a good driver. We chatted about this and that shows, coming events politics all the things that nice, young people talk about. Never once did sex rear its ugly head.
The scenery was wonderful at this time of year early autumn the leaves were just beginning to turn and in the distance on the mountain tops one could see the beginnings of a vivid array light pink, dark blue and gold many colors vivid and beautiful. I was thrilled and felt more relaxed than I had for days.
I had had a bad experience with a man two weeks ago nearly raped me nasty business . . . his huge prick, which resembled a baseball bat, came near tearing me in half. If it were not for the accidental appearance of a state trooper on that little-used road . . . I shuddered to think of the result.
But this nice, young man, alongside me, scarcely noticed my blowing skirt I became so engrossed in a story he was telling me about two bears he spotted in the woods in Maine last summer that I barely noticed my skirt almost three inches above my silk-clad knees.
Jack interrupted his story and said: "Would you care to cover your pretty legs with a blanket I have one inside my trunk?"
I blushed and hastily pulled my skirt down. "No, thanks," I said, smiling at him . . . feeling exuberant that at last I found a man who didn't want to throw me down and fuck me the first time he had me alone with him.
"I think you're a nice boy but if my skirt . . . or my knees bother you, I'll cover them with a blanket," I told him:
Jack smiled and said it wasn't necessary but he found it hard to keep his eyes on the road when there were such pretty knees alongside him and perhaps, for our safety, he thought it would be the best thing. "You do have pretty limbs," he said, politely, as if he were speaking of a horse or dog. "Pretty slim lines, too!" he added casually.
I glowed with pleasure . . . and refused the blanket "look to your heart's content," I told him, "but drive a little slower!"
He grinned at me "Perhaps, a little later when we know each other . . . later . . . " he said hesitatingly.
He kept his eyes on the road but I noticed his face flush with pleasure.
"Let's stop there," Jack pointed. A small roadside inn nestling among the trees almost hidden from view of the road. If I were driving I would have passed it by without knowing it was there. I wondered how Jack spotted it so conveniently . . . and I soon found out to my regret.
I agreed . . . Jack slowed down, made a sharp right turn . . . and stopped before a beautiful weathered building Shady Nooky the sign termed it Transtents Accommodated and Delicious Home-cooked Meals.
I was delighted. The grounds resembled a park beautifully kept the lawn was a solid green carpet thick and luxuriant. I stepped from the Cadillac and could hardly restrain myself I wanted to roll and tumble on that rich, green rug tumble like a young colt but my breeding and the fact that I was a lady forbade this demonstration.
"Let's go inside and see what it's like," Jack said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him.
We entered the lovely building, laughing like two kids over a silly joke. Jack put his arm about my waist I hardly noticed it, it seemed a natural thing to do and we both stood in the doorway surveying in astonishment a lovely room large it was clean . . . all sorts of antiques hung about on the walls . . . the rafters old muskets, chairs, pictures spinning wheel . . . and a great oaken table in the center of this marvelous room. Our host appeared suddenly, a round, fat, great little man dressed in a chef's cap and apron and holding a ladle as if we interrupted his cooking.
"Enter, my children," he beamed at us and we entered. The aroma of a roast and baking bread wafted past our nostrils and we both realized suddenly that we were hungry . . . starved. We were so engrossed in each other that we forgot all about food and now that delicious aroma woke us to the fact that we hadn't had a thing since breakfast.
Our host beamed again "Perhaps you would like to freshen up a bit before dining?"
We did . . . and he pointed a pudgy finger in the direction of two doors one marked Setters the other Pointers.
We howled in glee. "What am I," I asked Jack.
"A setter, of course," he laughed.
I went into the wash room pondering. A setter . . . I'm a setter of course, I realized a setter has a hole and a pointer has a prick a point.. . to enter the setter. I felt foolish.
First I peed in the most delightful, old-fashioned piss-pot I ever saw when I sat down to pee the water closet played chimes that sounded like "It Ain't Gonna Rain No More" and in the distance I could hear harmonizing chimes from the Pointer washroom playing "The Old Oaken Bucket."
I wiped my cunny with a bit of tissue and pulled up my panties adjusted my girdle and stockings washed my hands and put on fresh makeup.
Fluffing my hair a bit to give it the desired effect, I opened the door of the Setters washroom walked out sedately as all women do after taking a pee.
Jack and our host were in deep conversation and as I drew near they stopped and looked at me a little guilty.
"Albert suggests . . . " Jack hesitatingly told me as I came beside him, "that he . . . er suggests . . . " Jack blushed furiously.
"Hello, Albert," I said, "Jack didn't introduce us probably overlooked it and I am Elaine Carey," I smiled at our host.
Albert bowed, deeply, acknowledging the informal introduction. "I am most charmed, mademoiselle I am most honored to have you accept the hospitality of my so so inferior . . . "
Jack interrupted, laughing: "Albert always tells everyone that his cuisine is inferior but I think it's most excellent you must try his lasagna or some chicken as only Albert can create . . . "
"You compliment me," Albert smiled, "and I hope I can deserve it . . . but I suggest to you, mademoiselle, as I did to your friend, that I am expecting a rather large gathering in an hour or so . . . all sorts of people a party and there will be much drinking and noise . . . and I thought that perhaps, being just two, you would feel lost among this coming horde . . . that I will prepare for you a most marvelous private dining room soft music and a beautiful view that you both can dine in peaceful surroundings."
"Why, Albert!" I clapped my hands in glee, "How nice . . . Jack, please, let's!"
"Well, all right, if you want to," Jack said, begrudgingly.
"Oh Jack," I exclaimed, "forget about the way it would look we're alone and I trust you fully!"
He smiled at me in gratitude. "All right, Elaine, if you think it's proper I too would rather be alone . . . where we can chat and dine I hate noisy crowds."
Albert, our host, beamingly led us upstairs and we entered a most marvelous room it felt like stepping back 200 years huge picture windows overlooking a most gorgeous view of mountains, river, valley I was thrilled the furnishings were real 1700 antiques open fireplace oaken table and the most charming rockers but there was a little thing' out of place a bed occupied one end of the room. I looked askance at it.
"Oh!" Albert noted my worried glance, "the bed but look, mademoiselle, a real four-poster that George Washington slept in I keep it here for my most honored guests to see I do not allow many to come up here souvenir-hunters, you know." He beamed at us.
"My!" I said reassured. "George Washington actually slept here . . . "
"Yes!" Albert repeated. "I will be right back with your wishes here is the menu I suggest first a little wine Napoleon brandy, perhaps?"
He looked quizzically at us. Jack answered "I'm sure, Elaine, if we leave all this to Albert we won't be disappointed what do you say."
"Fine . . . Albert, feed us magnificently!"
"That I will do," Albert bowed, "let everything to me," and turned to walk out. Jack followed him and I could hear low voices in the corridor and thought I saw Jack slip something in Albert's hand . . . a tip, I presumed.
We did dine as never before. All sorts of wines and delicious foods were brought to us and we did full justice to everything. At last, satiated we retired to adjoining rockers and viewed the gorgeous scenery exposed through the picture windows . . . sighing in unison -
"A little nap would be just the thing to climax this wonderful meal," I murmured dreamily.
Jack lazily nodded assent.
"Would you mind very much?" I looked in the direction of the bed, "if I had a little nap?"
"It'll be all right," Jack agreed, "but let's have one more little nip of brandy I'll nap in the rocker and you'll nap on that Louis XIV bed."
He arose with seemingly great effort and refilled our long-stemmed, period brandy glasses with a heavenly nectar our host had called pre-Napoleon brandy.
I noticed sleepily that Jack had his back to me when he poured and it did seem to take a little longer than it should but I was too drowsy to comment.
He drifted toward me with the two glasses, gave me one and lifting the other proposed the toast "to us . . . " and we both drank. Mine tasted a little queer but I presumed my taste to be a bit flat after all that food.
Jack resumed his seat in the rocker and I almost staggered toward the bed dropped down upon the feather covering and with a contented sigh fell fast asleep.
My sleep was dreamless and as I slowly returned to consciousness I felt a strange thing my hands.. . my feet.. . they seemed weighted down my eyes opened slowly and it was a few moments before I became aware of my situation . . . it slowly dawned on me and I screamed in terror . . .
I lay on the bed spread-eagled both hands were tied to the bedposts and my feet were also tied in the same manner. I was stark naked my breasts uncovered . . . my cunt bare . . . someone had removed my clothes while I slept and tied me up I was helpless . . . arms and legs wide apart. I tried to struggle but the ropes held me tightly I screamed for Jack but no answer.
What shall I do, I thought. A movement made me turn my head towards the door. It was opening slowly and a head popped into view it was Jack.
"Jack oh-h-h Jack . . . help me . . . please!" I cried.
Jack entered quickly followed by Albert. They both stood in front of me gaping but made no move to untie me.
"Jack, please!" I murmured weakly. "Untie me . . . and . . . " I glanced at my nakedness and blushed furiously. "Jack, please I want to dress please get my clothes and untie me!"
Jack and Albert looked at one another and smiled. They seemed to change before my eyes Jack's eyes were glaring passion and Albert's pudgy face was beetling red his tongue licked hungrily at the corners of his mouth his eyes almost popped from their sockets he glared at my uncovered beauty my round, firm, red-nippled breasts . . . my soft, white stomach and my black-curled cunny . . . and my exposed slit.
Jack turned to Albert, "Shall we save her?" Albert sighed, "But, of course!"
He came towards me and ran his hand up and down my beautiful, pulsing body. Felt my titties and slowly moved downward between my thighs . . . inserted a finger between the lips of my cunt and wriggled it a little.
I writhed and struggled with all my might but I was so neatly tied that the only thing I could move at all was my head.
Jack then came beside Albert unbuttoning his fly and pulled out a thing . . . a monstrous thing it was long and thick a prick of gigantic proportions. He fingered it a little and then laid it on my chest. I could see it pulsing and writhing on my titties I glanced away in horror and pleaded with Jack. "Jack . . . please let me up please . . . if you do I'll forget about the whole thing I won't say a word to anyone!"
Jack didn't hear me, he was engrossed in watching his prick get larger and harder on my bare flesh he seemed fascinated with the size.
I, too, was fascinated hypnotized by the sight it moved pulsingly it throbbed and unwound itself . . . it crept between my titties and seemed to move of its own accord seeking warm flesh . . . an entrance . . . a hole to hide its ugly and bulbous head I watched in terror . . . my eyes followed its sinuous motion . . . the red-tipped knob on its head seemed to have eyes it wriggled between my breasts and a little fluid came out of its distended mouth . . . God! What a cock this is the master of all pricks I've ever seen or heard of . . . I wondered what he would do with it I was soon to find out.
Glancing up I met Jack's burning eyes he seemed in a trance . . . my mouth opened to scream but no sound came forth.
Albert, meanwhile, quietly chuckling opened his fly and produced his joy-weapon. Expecting a repetition of the one laying between my breasts I closed my eyes, then slowly opened them to look and if I were not spread-eagled and terrified I would have gone hysterical with laughter there, between his pudgy hands, was a prick . . . if one could call it that a thin, short piece of suet needle-sharp at the point and tapering for perhaps four inches to a base no wider than the thickness of my thumb and I have long, slender fingers.
"What in the world will he do with that tiny thing, that excuse for a cock," I wondered, and soon found out, to my regret.
I stared at Jack and Albert this was a trick Jack lured me to this out-of-the-way place and Albert helped along . . . all for the purpose of raping me it began to dawn on me the drink, the last drink was doped that's why I slept so soundly when they tied me up and removed my clothes.
I cried bitterly . . . and remembering the waiter, I screamed loudly to attract his attention. Jack and Albert paid no attention to the noise I was making Jack kept rubbing his huge prick over my bosom and closed his eyes in ecstasy and Albert stood there, as if in a trance, gazing avidly and longingly at my beautiful body . . . my bare tits and wide open cunt . . . licking his lips and gently fingering his thin cock. He moved closer to me, bending over, and kissed me on the belly and then, with extended tongue, moved down to my cunt and began to rub his tongue on the edges of my cunt . . . I squirmed and heaved up and he found an opening between my cunt lips and quickly holding my pussy apart with two fingers, inserted his tongue and began an in and out motion . . . sucking loudly then grasping me by my buttocks he forced my belly upwards and his tongue went in all the way. I could feel it licking the edges of my cunt and almost fainted in sheer ecstasy.
"Please please d-don't . . . " I cried, half hoping he wouldn't hear me and really stop. It was a heavenly feeling I struggled and heaved and forgot all about everything all I could feel was that wonderful tongue licking my cunt.
Jack, meanwhile, began a slow rubbing motion with my tits his huge cock lay between them and he slowly rubbed both titties against his big joy-whang, then held them tightly pressing his prick, he moved it in and out of the little tunnel my titties made sighing and groaning in the process his eyes glazed and staring.
Then quite suddenly he spoke. "I'm going to fuck you, my little pigeon, like you've never been fucked before. Your cunt will feel this master of all pricks . . . your mouth will taste the delicious nectar as I shoot my sperm between those beautiful lips and you'll drink every drop!"
"I will like hell!" I answered. "That big prick of yours will tear me apart!"
"I'll fuck you," he kept murmuring, "and you'll suck it . . . "
"And," Albert chimed in, lifting his head from his wonderful licking, "I'll fuck you in your cute little ass as he fucks you in your cute little cunt!"
I kept silent, wondering, would they dare . . . and if they did, what it would feel like. I've been fucked before with a normal prick but I've never been fucked by one like this and never in two places at the same time. I was actually more curious than frightened now.
"No!" Jack said to Albert. "First I want to fuck her so we can soften her up. When I get through with her she'll do anything we want, willingly."
"All right," Albert said, "but can I watch when you fuck her?"
"No, you better not, it might distract her attention from what I'm doing to her I want her to concentrate deeply and feel intensely the things I'm going to do." Jack smiled at Albert.
"Oh, okay!" Albert said. "I'll go downstairs until you call me, but hurry up I want to get this thing of mine into that cute ass." He buttoned up his fly, gave me a pat on my buttocks and left Jack and me all alone. I knew he wouldn't go downstairs. He would try to watch the proceedings through the keyhole, but Jack already surmised his intentions and stuffed the keyhole with his handkerchief and then turned to me. His prick stood straight out his balls slapped against his thighs as he walked it looked like a cannon on wheels coming toward me and I shook in dread to think, that big cock is going to penetrate my little cunt . . . I shuddered.
"Now, you dirty bitch," he said, as he stood beside me, "I'll make you my whore and make you behave and do the things I want." He slapped me hard on the cheek.
"You lousy bastard," I yelled at him and bit his hand. He almost screamed in pain and drew away from me, holding his hand. A little blood ran down his fingers and he cursed.
"You cocksucking whore, bite me, will you?" His fist crashed on my jaw and I passed out.
In a little while I recovered and opening my eyes, felt him bathing my face with cool water and murmuring cooing sounds. With one hand he bathed and the other hand was moving between my legs . . . gently rubbing my cunt-hair and lips a finger poked furtively between my slit and I wriggled in delight.
"Now!" he said sternly, "will you behave?"
For answer I tried to bite him again.
"You rotten little bitch!" he cried, jumping away, "I'll fix you . . . "
I lay there, tied hands and feet, naked. He stood over me, gloating, drinking in my superb, provocative beauty with blazing eyes and grabbed his big prick with both hands.
"Get ready, bitch," Jack hissed. "But, I'll let your cunt say its prayers before I fuck you!"
"Go ahead, fuck me, you son of a bitching coward . . . rape me you couldn't give me a thrill anyway rape me, you bastard!" I cried.
"We'll see about that, you tantalizing bitch," he panted.
"God! What zest to have you now,"
Jack said, between tightly clenched teeth and his bloated ramrod throbbed with a fire he had never experienced before.
His hand tightened on my hair, dragging back, down, my patrician head, my face twisted, my eyes were wide and staring now, my lips curled in a silent defiance, a hostile stoicism, but the agitated swell of my bare titties belied my outward affectation of indifference.
On my cheek and jaw, where he struck me, darkened splotches arose to mar the milky purity of my lovely white, smooth skin adding an indefinable relish that seemed to arouse him.
He untied my legs because, as he said, "I want your legs free when I fuck you
I want you to wrap your legs around my back when I get my big prick into you."
I quickly put my right thigh over my left but he knelt over me quickly and his left knee thrust rampantly and masterfully down between my clenching thighs he arched himself forward . . . his prick pointing to its tempting sheath my black furred voluptuous cunt . . . I spat furiously into his face, twisted and arched, clenched my thighs supremely . . . he reached down and pinched my cuntlips . . . insidiously once, twice.
"Earhhhrr . . . you dirty . . . cowardly son of a whore ohh, I'll bite your balls off . . . Ahh! Stop! You're hurting!" I gasped hoarsely.
He controlled me easily, then putting his right thumb and forefinger to my cunt, he forced his prick-head between my uncurling, gaping petals.
"Oh, God!" he cried, "what a soft, clamping, tight cunt you have, you lovely fighting bitch."
I felt his prick slowly distend my tightening cunt. He forced it in part ways . . . halfway then he rested and mouthed hoarsely.
"Do you feel it now, you vixen?" he sneeringly said. "I'll fuck your royal cunt the way it deserves . . . and I'll fuck your royal lips, too!"
"Fuck me, you moronic son of a bitch," I cried. "If there's anything I hate it's some bastard like you who thinks his cock is all a girl waits for all her life Ahhh!"
I yelled this because with a cry of delight he shoved his big prick into me halfway and put his hands under me to grip one of my ass cheeks.
"Push, you whore," he groaned. "Push against me so I can get it all the way in!"
"I will not!" I panted. "Pull it out, you no good son of a whore!"
He put both hands under my ass and shoved upwards and I felt his prick lunge into me all the way. His balls slapped against my crotch and I gave a gasp as I felt his huge prick distend my walls "You're hurting . . . please don't push so hard!"
"Now you've got it all.. . it's up to the hilt and I'm going to make your snooty cunty cream," he almost shouted, "if I have to poke it in all night, do you hear me, you furry-cunted slut?"
He crushed my mouth furiously with panting, hot, moist lips, mashing my mouth back against my teeth. I moaningly choked and my body stiffened, arched and writhed under him. I felt the flattening of my small round pert-tipped titties under his shuddering chest.
"I'll fuck you," he gasped, drawing his prick slowly out and then pushing it inward with a gasping heave. "I'll fuck you until you spend every drop you ever had . . . God! What a tight cunt you have . . .
I feel your vaginal gripping, already and I only got into you!"
He tongued my nipple and I drew my breath sharply, relaxed, then . . . "Oh, you filthy swine take your mouth away from my bubbies . . . fuck me, get it over with and let me get out of here . . . I'm not your whore Ohhh, God-d-d! Nooo . . . Oh take your finger out of my asshole stop it, you dirty bastard!"
"Fight, fight, damn you, you lovely teasing bitch how do you like it now, eh?" he mouthed, his lips close to mine. "I wonder if you ever got poked in your ass Albert is going to do that to you with his little prick when I get through with you!"
I struggled with all my might but he was too well planted to dislodge his prick was thrust to the balls in my tight, warm cunt his finger was in my asshole and wriggled to and fro, teaching my rectum its lustful friction.
Then laughing with sensual triumph over my utter defeat he crushed my panting, twisted, lip stick painted mouth viciously with his. I felt his teeth clash against mine and his left hand tugged at my loosened hair until I screamed at the torment. My shoulders writhed, and I felt the round oranges of my titties swelling against his dominating chest . . . I shuddered half with delight.
He shuddered with desire as he felt his prick gripped with a convulsive surging of my now excited cunt my asshole gripped his finger while he continued to twist and wiggle it lasciviously inside the narrow humid channel.
I moaned greedily he bent his head and kissed my cheek, then, in a savage paroxysm of lust, sank his teeth into my ear-lobe.
"A Ah! You filthy bastard whore son . . . stop Oh, oh, you're hurting ahhh! I'll bite your balls off . . . Ahhh let me alone . . . fuck me and get it over with then let me go!"
Slowly he began to fuck me his finger paused in my asshole so he could concentrate on the sheer lustful joy of probing into my tight cunt . . . his cockhead scraped just at the edge of the inner labia, whose soft, slightly riper pink petals tightened spasmodically as all my vitals fought him off.
Then with a groan he thrust home with all his might, driving to the bottom of my tight exciting cunt, my head twisted and a sobbing gasp came from my lips I tried to bite him but he slapped me stingingly across my right cheek then I cried out, straining and jerking my body under his but this only excited his frenzied desire. Then he resumed the penetration of my clenching asshole and to fuck me with slow lubricious, rasping thrusts my head rose, tears sparkled in my eyes, my nostrils flared wildly, and my titties agitated convulsively.
"How do you like it?" he cried, as he rammed his big prick to its balls inside my quaking and now excited cunt.
"Now . . . I'll really fuck you, you miserable whore . . . I'll fuck you until you come and cream all over my prick," he yelled.
Then, casting all scruples to the winds he fucked me with furious, shattering thrusts, reaming me, shaking my body as a leaf is shaken in the wind.
I moaned and sobbed head turning restlessly and now, now . . . at last, I could feel myself getting excited feel this great prick in my craving cunt.. . I cried out with delight -
"Ahhh . . . Jack . . . o-h-h-h! Push your cock into me harder oh! It's so good . . . my cunt! Oh! Rip my cunt. . . oh-h-h . . . Jack fuck me like you never fucked before don't stop don't let up . . . oh Jack . . . drive into me, you bastard!" I moaned and gasped and screamed in ecstasy. "Drive into my bottom let me feel it all the way to my throat oh! Fuck me harder . . . Jack!"
Bucking frenziedly my face wild with passion I met his thrusts now . . . felt his big prick drive furiously into me . . . then out then in . . . my cunt lips tightening around his cock and I cried: "Fuck me, oh fuck m-e-e-e harder, ram your finger in my asshole oh! o-o-o-h! I'm coming!"
My pulse shattered, as my body erupted with a gush of lava and I felt his prick shoot forth its cream into my hot, throbbing cunt.. . then I collapsed into a gasping heap. He lay on top of me exhausted.
At last, he roused himself, groaning, got up and went to the bathroom. He washed his hands at the basin and carried a pitcher of water to me. Gently he washed his prick with a wash cloth, rinsed it and turned to me. He wiped my wet and throbbing cunt, gently laving cool water over it . . . it felt so good. My poor cunt felt torn and spread. I heaved up a little so he could wash between my legs. Jack was a real gentleman again treating me with all kindness.
We rested then. He lay beside me, petting my hair and gently fingering my titties. I closed my eyes rapturously and fell asleep.
After a while I opened my eyes. Albert, our genial host, stood there looking down upon us.
"Well," he said, "I could hear you two downstairs, having a lovely time. My prick stood up and it almost came of its own accord when I heard the springs creak and groan."
Jack looked at him lazily. "Poor Albert," he said, "your little prick is still hard I wonder if Elaine will help you out. . . would you?"
Jack turned to me. I dreamily put my hand on his softened prick and gave it a little squeeze.
"I might," I said cagily. "But you two must get me nice and hot before I . . . "
No sooner said than done Jack squeezed my titties and began to lave them with his tongue biting the nipples gently. Albert pulled my thighs apart and gently licked the outer edges of my cunt then forcing the lips apart, inserted his tongue and began an in and out motion with his head.
I writhed in pleasure, gasping for breath. Such a heavenly duet -
Albert, with a low groan, lifted my thighs up and I could feel his tongue between the crack of my ass licking and laving until he found my little hole . . . then . . . oh, glorious his tongue penetrated . . . I could feel the tip tickle inside my anus . . . he spread my cheeks far apart so he could get his tongue in further -
I groaned and writhed with delight. "Please, boys, you'll have me coming before you even fuck me . . . ohhh! boys . . . better stop," I moaned.
Jack stopped his nibbling and Albert pulled his tongue out of my asshole. He looked dazedly at me . . . his little prick distended from his opened fly. "Please, Elaine," he begged. "Can I fuck you the way I want?"
"You may, Albert!" I answered. "But let me tell you how."
"Jack . . . you lie down!" I demanded, "and I'll get on top of you . . . so!" Jack turned over and lay flat on the bed. I got on top of him and inserted his big prick between my thighs and aimed it at my cunt "Now," I said, "heave up a little and push your cock into me."
Jack heaved and I felt his heavenly prick penetrate my cunt again. I forced down gently and felt it enter, slowly, and with a sudden lurch upward Jack went into me right up to his balls. I gasped as the huge prick forced my cunt lips wide apart. . . then I settled down on him for a nice, long fuck.
"Now, Albert," I said to him, "climb in back of me stay on your knees and push your little thing in my asshole!"
Albert, with amazing enthusiasm, jumped into the bed, placed himself behind me and gently forced my buttocks apart. His thin, little prick felt for my little hole, found it, and slowly entered. I pushed up a bit to widen the gap and as I did so I felt Jack's big prick distend and Albert's little prick go further in. We lay there quietly for a few moments glorying in the sensation. Albert was in seventh heaven . . . he groaned as his little prick soaked up the juices of my asshole and Jack moaned in delight as his prick was grasped by my tightening cunt . . . I could almost feel both pricks rubbing together through the thin wall.
I began a slow up and down motion. Heaving and squirming my hips on Jack's huge whang as I heaved upwards I felt Albert's prick penetrate me up to his balls which slapped against my buttocks and as I moved downwards his prick came partially out of my asshole and I felt Jack's huge prick enter my cunt all the way and felt his balls against my cunt. It was the most heavenly feeling I ever experienced. Getting fucked by two men at the same time.
Needless to say that we all spent at the same time . . . I felt Albert's little prick shooting his juice into my rectum . . . into my bowels and Jack's huge weapon suddenly creaming over with great spurting shudders and my own body writhing in convulsive thrusts as I spent.
We spent all three in great shuddering gasps our spend bubbling and foaming and lashing furiously and then we all collapsed in a heap . . . piled tightly on top of each other . . . conscious only of the ecstasy we were each going through.
INEZ
The orchestra struck up a dance tune and Stanley taking Inez in his arms, whirled her off on the floor, followed by Ethel and Dick Fallon. Inez snuggled closely to Stanley's chest, and laid her head upon his shoulder and wished that the music might last forever.
Finally the dance came to a close, and Stanley, without any preamble, proposed a walk in the darkened garden around the house. At this Inez raised her eyes archly to his and said, "I do not know if I should trust a strong man like you out there in that old dark garden."
She thrilled at his laugh, and allowed him to take her masterfully by the arm and lead her out upon the broad veranda and down the steps. Walking through the tree-shaded groves under the mellow moon, they seated themselves on a bench, and no sooner were they seated, than Stanley's arms were thrown about Inez's neck and his lips pressed roughly to hers, and his tongue between her lips! Inez, somewhat surprised at the attack, although expecting rapid work from Ethel's description made a show of weak resistance, but was really helpless in his strong embrace.
"Why, Mr. Emmons," she murmured, squirming from his embrace, and attempting to rearrange her hair with nervous fingers. "I am surprised and shocked at you! If I had known before we came out, that that was the way you were going to conduct yourself, I would have stayed in the house! I am really surprised at you!"
"I crave pardon, of course, Miss Castle-ton," he answered, laughing that throaty laugh of his, its very contagion making her tingle to her toes. "One cannot help wanting to kiss a pretty girl like yourself, and I do not think it right that you should blame me for that! By the way, what is your first name?"
"Inez," she answered, "but that does not mean that you are going to have another kiss like the last one!" and here she pouted prettily for a moment. "And your first name," she murmured, looking at him archly, cocking her pretty head to one side.
"Stanley is my name," said he, "and seeing that things stand that way, I do not really think that you are as mad as you pretend to be." And placing his arms again about her neck he now drew her head down close to his chest.
"But I do not want you to act like a bear, and mess me all up!" said Inez in a low voice, laying peacefully upon his chest and letting her arms creep up around his neck.
"I wouldn't muss you up for all of the world," answered Stanley, turning her face to his and kissing her gently upon the lips, now held upright for his caress. Drawing her body close to him he hugged her tightly. She felt his hand over the outer covering of her dress, and the nipples of her breasts were rubbed till they hardened.
"Now, Stanley," she said, making a show of disengaging herself from his embrace, "I know that was just what you would try and do if I let you go ahead. Take your hand away from there! Please do!" And here she placed one of her own tiny hands on his massive one, she made as if to draw it away.
"No Inez, sweetheart!" murmured the masterful Stanley. "You know that my hand is not hurting you, and you are so beautiful that I long to caress you! Take pity upon me, and lay quiet here for a moment in my arms and then we will go right back to the party."
By this time Stanley had succeeded in thrusting his hand in the opening of her dress, and he now held her warm, palpitating nude breast, the nipple leaping under his provocative titillation. Inez allowed herself to lay lax in his arms, and feeling the hand on her breasts withdrawn, it was beneath her short dress and up on her bare thigh. Drawing closer to him, and squeezing him she opened her legs, and awaited his touch. The little scene in the car with Joe, had not tempered her to coolness, and she longed to feel the sting of Stanley's immense prong. Stanley's hand advanced up to her crotch, and was now kneading the bare flesh of her white belly. Then she felt her hot lips divided, and a finger caressed her fleshy protuberance, causing her to twist and turn about as if mad, and she kissed Stanley with fervor. Feeling him fumble about an instant, she felt her hand drawn to a massive shaft which now stood forth as off to do battle. Shuddering at the contact, she seized his charger firmly and allowed her hand to glide rapidly up and down its giant circumference, squeezing the giant head and caressing the massive balls.
"Come Inez!" he whispered, kissing her madly, "let me give this to you! I have an awful hard-on, and I want to drive this up in you!"
"But someone might come!" whispered Inez, lifting her head and peering into the darkness, in the meanwhile slipping her little hand up and down his massive prick.
"No one will come, darling, except you and me," said Stanley, again placing his finger on her sensitive touchstone, causing her to writhe with passion.
"But where, Stanley?" asked Inez, herself hardly able to contain herself under Stanley's manipulations. "Not on the bench here and in the light. And I cannot lie down! My dress will be all dirty."
"Right behind us here in the arbor house," said Stanley. "I will lay down my coat and your dress will not be soiled in the least! Come sweetheart, you want it as bad as I do! Come!"
"But Stanley," whispered Inez, burying her head again upon his chest, and massaging his giant instrument, which was so swollen that she thought it might burst in her hand, "I could never, never stand to have you use this terrible thing on me! You would kill me!"
"I would not hurt you, dearest," said Stanley, kissing her passionately. "Come, dear to the arbor house!" And lifting her bodily in his arms with her own white arms tight about his neck, he bore her into the vine-covered hut. Placing her upon a seat that ran along the wall, he tore off his coat and placed it upon the floor. His giant instrument still stuck out stiffly before him. Picking her up gently he laid her upon the coat on the floor and pulling up the front of her dress threw himself upon her and held her close while he covered her face with kisses.
"Stanley, dear!" panted Inez in a delirium of passion, kissing him repeatedly. "I truly love you! I love you! But I know that if you put that terrible thing in me, you will surely kill me!" And she grasped the instrument of her delight tightly in her hand and squeezed her naked thighs together.
Stanley again placed his finger within her slit, and massaged her turgid spot. Taking the head of his iron-hard prick he placed it against the outer lips of her orifice, but Inez jerked away and pushed upward against his chest with her puny hands.
"Just a moment, Stanley, please," she begged. "I want to turn my dress up in the back so it won't get all wet! Lift up a minute! Now!" she said after pushing her dress far up upon her back and above her waist. "Now, Stanley, dear, you may do as you will with me, lover!"
For an answer Stanley placed the head of his prick within her, and pushed it gently forward. At it slid up in her, Inez thought that she would faint with passion. Writhing down upon it, she patted Stanley on his broad back. In return Stanley slipped his arms about her bare posteriors and drew her tightly to him, completely engulfing his prick entirely within her quiver!
"Stanley! I love you!" panted the ecstatic Inez, wiggling her posteriors madly. "Ram me! Jam me! I want it all daddy! I want you to tear me with that massive tool of yours!"
"Are you coming, dear? I love you! I love you!" she panted, her lips pressed on his. "Are you going to fill me? To drown me? Give it to me deeper! Harder! I want it all! Every drop of it way up in me! Give me it all!" she panted. "Oh! Oh! Oh," as she felt him gush with a squirting stream within her very soul. "You are shooting, you are coming! I feel you, shooting within me! My lover!"
Stanley said nothing, but grunted a bit and breathed faster. She felt his cock leaping within her and then gradually die down. As she lay in a daze, she felt him press kisses upon her motionless lips and as he made a move to arise she convulsively grasped him close to her bosom.
"Not yet, Stanley dear, not yet." And pressing up to him she held him fast. Stanley lay on her a moment or so, and gently moving about withdrew and allowed his charger to slip from her, the come flooded from her parts, wetting her ass and dripping onto his coat. Inez drew her thighs tightly together and turned on her side. Stanley, taking a handkerchief, wiped his tool, and arose and placed it within his trousers.
"Give me your handkerchief, dear," said Inez, and upon Stanley handing it to her, she thrust it between her legs and wiped herself out.
"You are a pretty bitch," said Stanley, as he looked Inez over." I think that you are beautiful."
"Do you really mean that, dear?" said Inez, rising to her feet somewhat dizzily, and throwing her arms about Stanley's neck.
"I should say I do," said Stanley, gently disengaging himself and picking up his coat from the floor.
"You do not act like it, Stanley dear," said Inez, seating herself on the bench and turning her head to the wall. She was still quite warm and would have liked nothing better than another ramming from Stanley's monster charger.
"Well, you poor little dear," said Stanley, sitting beside her, and taking her in his arms, "is my little sweetheart peeved because I picked up my coat?"
"No," said Inez, "I am not peeved on account of that, but you say that you like me and I love you yet you push me away now."
"I didn't mean it," said Stanley repentantly." I just wanted to hurry and get back to the house so your girl friends might not miss you."
Inez had allowed her hand to stray to the front of Stanley's pants, and was engaged in rubbing and squeezing his now soft member. And Ethel had told her that Stanley was a cave-man! She could hardly prevent a little cry of vexation bursting from her as the long member failed to show signs of stiffness beneath her molding fingers. Stanley gently disengaged her hand.
"My little girl certainly likes dickie," he said. "I thought I had given you enough for one night. Do you want more?" And at this he thrust his hand up beneath her dress and felt her burning slit.
"If you want to dear!" mumbled Inez in muffled tones from his shoulder, where she had buried her head.
Stanley laughed shortly, "But I do not want to, Babe," he said. "I want to go back to the house. My friend is there, however, and if you wish it, I am sure that he will be glad to take a little walk with you out here."
"Why Stanley," said Inez, turning reproachful eyes upon him. "I do not want anyone except you. Surely you do not think that of me?"
"No, no," Stanley hastened to say. "I know that you are not that kind of a girl. Come, let's go back and join the party."
Inez arose and they both entered the house.
Leaving Stanley, Inez went upstairs to the washroom. Opening the door of Glady's room she found it was vacant. Looking in the glass she was surprised at her red cheeks and sparkling eyes. As she rearranged her hair, she thought of the impression she must have made upon Stanley. He must think she was an awful girl! To beg for a second helping! And to act the way she did, the first time out. She reached her hand under her dress and rubbed her touchy spot! It was still hard and raging; she must have a man's balm to cool it. But who? She did not know any of the boys at the party, having but recently met them, and she recalled an instance in Spain where her fondness for male company had almost been the undoing of her. What could she do. Masturbation offered no relief, but seemed to make her hotter than ever! She did not want a girl messing around her, and from the throb of the blood in her temples she knew that she should be sick all tomorrow unless relief was attained at once! Marie had started all this. Started it with that nigger Joe.
Joe, Joe, what about Joe? He was still waiting to take them home. Why not seek him out and continue her experiment with his self-control? But it was not probable that she would attain success with even Joe now. He would not dare to say anything to her while about the house, as he would fear discovery through some of the party who were walking about the grounds.
But still, if she could get Joe away from the house she might have a lot of fun; she could ask him into the garden to look for something, and once in the arbor house she could show him with no unconcern signs that she desired his stick! But this wouldn't do; all of the girls, Ann, to say nothing of Gladys, would be out there soon. There was a chance of discovery.
Suddenly an idea flashed into her mind! Why not tell Joe that she did not feel good and have him drive her away from the house and while on the trip try and sound him out. That was a plausible excuse and might work with success! She would try it!
Giving a final pat to her hair, she went downstairs, and gaining the outside of the house, then opened her waist, which buttoned down the front, and removed her brassiere. She hid this garment behind a tree, and unbuttoning the top two buttons of her waist, folded it back. This disclosed the upper part of her breasts and shoulders. Walking around the house she looked for Joe. He was seated in the car half asleep.
"Joe, I have been in the house for so long that I have a headache! I was talking to Marie and she advised me to take a ride in the car and wear it off. Do you mind, Joe?" Her eyes turned upon him.
"No, Miss," said Joe, springing from his seat, and opening the rear door of the car.
"I would rather ride up there in front with you, Joe, if you don't mind," said Inez. "I think the air will do me good."
"Certainly Miss," said Joe, opening the front door.
Inez put her foot up on the step and before getting in stooped over as if she had noticed something on the floor. This gave Joe a good chance to see the upper part of her shapely leg, and then stepping in, she sat in the front seat with legs wide apart.
Joe stepped on the starter and they were off. "Any particular place that you wish to go, Miss?" he asked.
"Oh, no," answered Inez. "Just drive around the roads so I can get some air."
They were soon speeding along the darkened roads, but the lights of the instrument board panel gave plenty of light to the front of the car where they were seated.
"Have you been with the Esterbrooks long?" asked Inez merely to start the conversation.
"Six months, Miss," answered Joe. "I came here from England."
"Oh, from England," cried Inez, casting a look at Joe and turning towards him and slipping down in the roomy seat. "I've been in England, but you know, Joe, that I am from Spain. That is an entirely different country."
"Yes, Miss, I know," answered Joe. "I heard Miss Marie say that you were Spanish. Things are a whole lot different in them countries; they have no color line there. If a person that is white wishes to go with a person that is black it is not considered such a terrible thing as they pretend it is here."
Joe looked at her at this remark and Inez laughed nervously. "What is that thing there, Joe?" she asked, pointing to the speedometer.
"That is to tell the speed of the car," showing her the indicator's return.
"And all these?" asked Inez, leaning in front of Joe so he could, if he desired look far down into her waist and observe her well-formed breasts. She dared not look to see if he had taken advantage of this exposure, but slowly returned to her seat.
Inez then wanted Joe to feel of her muscle. Joe laughed and grasped the soft part of her arm. She flexed her muscle a few times and laughed. The contact of his hand gave her a strange thrill. But a Negro! She had never had that experience in her varied career before.
"Joe, have you a cigarette?" she asked suddenly.
"Yes, Miss," said Joe, stopping the car. "I did not know that you smoked cigarettes."
"Do not say anything about it," cautioned Inez, laying a hand on his arm. "I do not wish any of the girls to know it. You know, Joe, that there are many things that are allowed in Spain that are not looked upon here with favor. Thank you!" she said, as he held a match.
"Do not start the car," she said. "I would rather sit here and smoke." She placed her feet on the front board of the car. This caused her dress to fall back a little and expose her slim legs, as she puffed away on her cigarette.
"I'm losing my buttons," she laughed, seeing Joe look fixedly at her waist with the upper buttons undone. She raised her hand to button it, but with a little pretended cry dropped it to her side.
"My hand is asleep, Joe," she pouted. "You button it, Joe."
Joe hastily placed his massive black paw over her breasts and fumbled with the buttons. He made a long enough job of it, and Inez squirmed nervously under the contact of his black paws.
"I hope that you do not mind, Miss," said Joe. "You have . . . said that in Spain they do not view things the same way that they do here."
"Why no, Joe," said Inez looking at him. "Why should I mind if you do me a favor. I do not mind it at all! In fact I thank you for it!"
"Oh dear," she cried in mock exasperation, as she flicked some ashes on the front of her dress. "Ashes on my new dress and it will not come out."
"Oh, yes it will, Miss," said Joe, brushing with his giant hand against the front of her dress. "It will come off all right."
"But it's a beaded dress, Joe," remonstrated Inez, "and you are just brushing it in. It will stay in there worse." And she felt Joe pass one of his hands beneath her dress and hold it up while he brushed with the other. He touched her lower belly.
"Joe! Joe! What are you doing, Joe?" she breathed, opening her thighs and squirming down in the seat. "Joe! I beg you to take your hand away from there! What are you trying to do to me?"
Joe bent his head down into her lap, and she passed one of her arms around his neck. He straightened up and threw her back in the seat and lay almost full upon her. Her breasts were in his hands and she felt his giant prick throbbing through the thin fabric of her dress.
"Why Joe! I am really surprised at you!" she cried. "Leave me alone and stop! Why! You have hurt me dreadfully! I mean it, Joe!"
Joe made no answer but still continued to finger her pussy. Inez twisted about beneath him, beating her tiny hands upon his broad back.
"Joe! Are you insane altogether? What if someone would come. Get off of me instantly."
Joe withdrew his hand and sat up in the seat. "I hope that you pardon me, Miss Inez," he said. "You are really a pretty girl and I sure did want some. I am a man and not married, and I cannot stand to be near a pretty girl. I hope that you will take pity on me and say nothing of this to anyone."
"Of course not," answered Inez, somewhat confused at this contretemps. "I will say nothing Joe, and I do feel sorry for you."
"When I was in England," said Joe, "I had a mistress a white girl that taught me what you might term bad habits. She knew how impressible I was and it led to things I cannot tell you. To be frank, she and I were intimate, and whenever I am close to a pretty white girl, my passion runs away with me."
"Oh, poor Joe!" said Inez. "I am sorry that this came about, and I think that I am alone to blame for it. I started you off on this and now you say it will bother you for days."
"Yes," said Joe. "It will last for days."
"Isn't there anything you can do for it? I mean I mean that is couldn't you get a girl of your color and be better?"
"No," answered Joe. "That gives me no relief. If you had allowed me to continue the way I was for a moment, I would have been all over it. Now I will suffer for days. A moment more and all would have been over, with no harm to either of us."
"Oh, that's too bad, Joe!" said Inez sympathetically. "And I am to blame for it all! Are you suffering much, Joe?" Looking at the protruding bulge in his trousers, she said, "You must be." She lay one of her tiny hands on the huge bulge and squeezed its immensity.
Joe immediately recommenced his attack under her dress. Releasing his prick she pushed him away.
"Now Joe," she said, "I know that you must be in a terrible state. I think that I am to blame for starting this thing, and I want you to know that I feel sorry for you and would like to help you out of this. But you must promise me to tell no one of this. You also must promise not to hurt me."
"No, Miss," cried Joe excitedly, sitting up on the seat and grasping the wheel. "I promise you that I will not tell anyone or that I will not hurt you!" And stepping on the starter he drove the car across the ditch into some high weeds and switched off the lights.
Inez felt Joe pass his arm about her and his knee came between her legs. Reaching down her hand she found, that true to her expectations, he had unsheathed his immense black prick and it stuck out stiffly from his body. Seizing its immensity in her tiny hand with a firm embrace she squeezed it tightly, and rubbing the skin up and down, uncapped its swollen head.
"Does that help you, Joe?" she asked jerking on it vigorously.
"Deed it do!" cried Joe. "Let's go in the back seat, honey!"
"In the back seat!" said Inez in pretended alarm. "Why do you want to go back there?"
"Some people are liable to see us," said my dark friend Joe.
"But you will try to do something!" said Inez, never missing a stroke in the frigging of his black cock, well knowing that she was soon to feel it throbbing within her. Joe made no answer but dragged her to the open door and out on the ground.
Opening the back door, he pushed her within. Inez threw up the back of her skirt as she fell on the seat, and as her buttocks hit the cold leather of the seat she gave a shudder. Before she had time to think Joe was in and on top of her, pulling her by the legs. One of her legs lay upon the seat and the foot of the other rested upon the floor of the car. She felt her dress pushed rudely upward and Joe's giant prick lay throbbing and leaping upon her naked belly! His fingers once more sought out her slit, and a rough finger was plunged within. Her tits were uncovered and opened to his greedy grasp.
"Now Joe, remember you must say nothing about this."
"Nothing!" said Joe. "I want to get this prick of mine way up inside that cunt of yours and give you a real fuck. You are about the keenest girl that I have seen for some time, and I am going to fuck you good and proper."
"Joe! Joe!" cried Inez, now in genuine alarm at his frenzy. "Your promise! Your promise, if you put that great big thing up in me you will split me sure!" And squirming about beneath him she strove to escape from his embrace.
"No! No!" cried Joe panting. "You wanted prick and you are going to get it whether you have changed your mind or not. I am going to put all of this up into you if I have to kill you to do so."
"But wait a minute Joe! Let me jerk you off," she pleaded.
But alas! her pleas were entirely unheard. She felt the head of Joe's now slightly bedewed charger placed against her slit, and as it remorselessly bore into her she gave a shriek of pain.
"I cannot! I cannot!" she screamed. "You are tearing me! Take it out! Take it out!"
But the giant prong bore relentlessly in her and, nervous and sick from pain, she collapsed on the seat.
"Nigger, Nigger!" she screamed. "You black bastard! Leave me alone! I tell you! Help! Help! Help! Oh! Oh! I will have you lynched for this!" And beating against his chest with her tiny hands she screamed in agony.
"Spitfire" gritted Joe, still boring into her till she thought she was surely split in two. "I'll give you black peter and make you like it! There! It's in you!" With a final shove he shoved his prick in up to the hilt.
Inez burst into tears, crying as if her heart would break. Joe moved slowly up and down upon her quivering form, allowing his giant prick to glide in and out of her slit, and the nervous clasping and unclasping of her strained membranes about the burning tool overcame her pain, and despite herself, she allowed her bare arms to creep upwards about the black man's neck and she held him close.
The tears dried upon her cheeks, as Joe moved about in her entrails. Every shove was now touching her to the very end. "Joe! Joe!" she breathed softly, slower. "Joe, please that is much too fast!" And timing her loins to the black's motion she pushed her belly up to meet his pushes.
"You like the feel of my prick now," said Joe.
"Kiss me, Joe. Kiss me, you black brute."
Joe engulfed Inez's quivering lips in his black ones. Passing his hands beneath her bare ass he held her tight. Inez fondled his hair, and passed her hands over his broad shoulders.
"Give it to me! Give it to me! All of it Joe. I love you, I love you," she panted.
"Am I still a black bastard?" queried Joe, giving a vengeful push up within her body with his swollen prong.
"No, Joe dear! You are wonderful. You sure can fuck. Do anything you want to me! Faster. Faster. I am coming! Shoot dear. Oh! Oh! Oh," she moaned.
"You may as well come again," said Joe as his big prick got in motion. "White lady, I am sure going to drown you!"
"Joe! Joe!" she breathed, starting on a new spasm of pleasure. "Give me it all. All of it to your black balls, my lover! Up into my belly! Tear me! Rip me! Give down your black load, my sweetheart! I want you to hurt and beat me! Hit me Joe! I want it."
Joe, however, was far too gone to listen to Inez' pleas for rough treatment. And with one plunge he shot a load into her hole.
Inez now wanted to get up, but Joe was in a different frame of mind.
"Whether you like it or not you are going to get some more!" cried Joe, his prick still as hard as ever. "I am going to split you open wide."
"O-o-o-o-o!" murmured Inez, about to cry again, but feeling her membranes tingle and leap beneath Joe's shoving. "I-I-I-I'm coming again, Joe! Oh! There!" she cried, giving down her spurts.
Inez flooded herself no less than four times in rapid succession. The last one was in perfect time with Joe. They both now got to their feet. Inez was too weak to move, but Joe wiped her off and threw the sticky handkerchief away.
Her slit was touchy, sore and raw, but her passion was quieted. Joe started the car after switching on the lights, and they were soon back on the road driving toward the Haight house. Joe said nothing, but within a mile of the house said to Inez, "Well, Inez sweetheart, we are getting near the house. I judge that you will say nothing of what has occurred, and you may trust me to keep the matter a secret."
"I hope so, Joe," murmured Inez seriously.
"How do you feel now?" asked Joe.
"I am as sore as a boil!" answered Inez, blushing deeply. "That weapon of yours cannot be classed with a knitting needle."
"How do you like your black daddy now?" asked Joe, driving more slowly and leaning over to her.
"You are all right, Joe, if you do as you say, and keep the matter a secret. I like you very much."
"Well, then give me a kiss, and bid good-bye to that thing that caused so much excitement tonight," he said switching off the lights and taking Inez in his strong arms.
She lifted her lips for Joe's caress, and in obedience to his wishes, she placed her hand at the fly of his pants and unbuttoning them, seized his weapon in her tiny hands.
"Goodness! that big black snake was as hard as ever!"
Joe's hand was up under her dress, fingering her slit, and fearing that he was about to start a new attack, she fought to escape.
"Don't worry," said Joe as if reading her mind, as he turned on the lights. "I am not going to fuck you again. You have had enough black peter for one night! The next time I will give you a real good ramming, my dear."
"There may be no next time!" said Inez impudently, seeing that they were approaching the house.
"Don't worry!" scoffed Joe. "That is what many a white woman said! But they always return for more of Joe's black prick! So when you get another hard on, you will be looking for Joe's big cock! But here you are, Miss Inez," his manner changing at once and stopping the car, he opened the door, and assisted her to step out.
