"At the age of ten," Simone began, "I knew nothing of love, and very little of men."
(There were three of them in the room, around a bottle of whiskey: Raymond, Sylvia, and their guest, Simone. The warm autumn sun was filtering in through the window and injecting a sort of languor into the atmosphere. It was the middle of the afternoon, and the conversation had haphazardly turned to making love.)
"I knew," continued the young woman, "that they weren't made like us. I had already seen little boys' pricks, and that was sufficient to make the comparison. I had deducted that men hardly differed, except that some were bigger than others.
"I was hardly a sex-fiend, but I used to try to imagine what men were like inside their pants. And that had a strange effect on me, like when I saw the bulges in then-bathing suits. According to the volume of the bulges, I knew that there were big ones and little ones. Through the material, I imagined a long, limp vine above a sort of ball. As I knew nothing of making love, I didn't suspect that their cocks became rigid and hard at certain times. Neither did I know that the tip would swell up into the form of a big mushroom. But, in spite of my innocence, this spectacle gave me an uneasy feeling, and I didn't know why.
"Mother made me take piano lessons from a blind professor. To me he was an old man, since he was about forty. We used to be alone at his salon, and he would use any pretext-that I had played well, for example to kiss me. He always managed to do it on my mouth, but he dared not slide in his tongue. It made me uneasy, but it used to really shake him up. I didn't understand why he would hold me so tightly against him and breathe so heavily. His hand would knead my shoulder, slide down my back, and pet my behind. Since I was just a little girl, I didn't think it was unnatural. He was a little intimidating, however, and his advances, which I dared not resist, were a bit embarrassing. He was blind, yes, but he was clever with his hands!
"Come, honey," he would say while sitting next to me under the pretext of showing me the keyboard. "Get closer to me."
"Naturally, I didn't work very much during these particular lessons," Simone admitted. "Each day, he became bolder. He would pull up my dress, caress my thighs, and I could feel something hard quiver in my back. One night, his hand climbed up to my underpants, caressed my thighs, and dallied on my pussy. I held my thighs together; however, I felt a strange thrill run through me. His breath was burning on the nape of my neck.
"Open your legs, baby," he whispered. "Intimidated, I obeyed," she said "but I jerked back in revolt when he wanted to get into my underwear. He did not insist, and we returned to the lesson.
"But, the day after, he held my left knee and placed his thigh inside mine before tampering with my clothes. My thighs apart, I was defenseless. Again, he tried to slide his finger into my underwear and, again, I repulsed him.
"You're afraid, aren't you?" he said. "You mustn't be afraid. I only want to caress you." "No," I said. "It's nasty."
"No, it's not nasty," he answered. "And you'll see how nice it is."
"Now, even I was panting. I was intoxicated with a pleasure that was weakening me. He didn't press the matter, and again contented himself with caressing lightly the insides of my thighs. He pressed me against him in such a way that I had my head on his shoulder. Then I saw a strange thing. Letting go of my thighs, he began to undo his pants, and, worried, I saw something that I had never suspected, let alone seen, jump out. It was a sort of long, white worm. It was rigid and had a ghastly pink head.
"Look...," he murmured.
"No!" I cried. "It seemed monstrous, from out of this world. I got loose, jumped from his clutches, and fled to the other end of the room. He stood up, groping around. His cock seemed to be threatening me.
"Where are you?" he bellowed.
"I didn't answer. All I wanted to do was to flee, to get out as fast as possible." "Come...," he begged. "No!" I answered savagely.
"This time it was he that was afraid," Simone continued, "because his prick suddenly began to soften and shrink. He ended up putting it back into his underwear.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" he pleaded.
"Actually, I didn't want to tell anyone what had just happened to me. I thought I'd be considered his accomplice. He let me go, but he must have been tormented with worry. Naturally, I never spoke of this adventure, and I succeeded not only in never seeing this repugnant man, but also in definitely ending those boring piano lessons.
"I wonder now what he could have done, what he wanted to do to me, and me to do to him. I wasn't formed yet, my crack wasn't open, and I didn't even have any hair on my pussy. I think that he could have, by rubbing with his finger, given me a semblance of an orgasm, and, if I had been docile, could have gotten himself jerked-off. It must be very agreeable to have a little hand awkwardly shake your cock. Perhaps he even could have gotten me to suck him. But now, when the years have brought me experience, I still am disgusted by the idea of this man's cock in my mouth. It would be absolutely vile to suck that cock, to lick it, and to feel his cum spurt into my mouth. I have done it several times since then, however, and have, to the contrary, found it pleasurable.
"The years went by slowly as they do when one is very young. Little by little, my small tits were beginning to point out, and a bit of hair sprouted on my pussy when I reached the age of twelve. I knew, then what making love was.... I hadn't seen anyone make love yet, but I heard it spoken of and described by my school mates.
"As you know, we used to live in the country, where my father was a doorkeeper. He had an architect friend who was about forty, and very handsome. His name was Roland. I hadn't especially noticed him; I was, rather, more interested in boys my own age or a little older. But when we were alone one time, Roland gave me a strange look, and his smile was enigmatic. Then, one black winter night, I met him, by chance, on leaving school, which was quite far from home.
"It's really dark," he said. "I have my car, and I'll give you a lift home. But before, I have to stop by one of our construction sites. I left something at the office. You'll enjoy the ride."
"Naturally, I was happy, and this ambiguous situation also pleased me. He took me to a house he was constructing. There was in the middle of the future patio a hut that served him as an office. At that late hour, nobody was around.
"Come in," he said, turning on the light. You want a glass of something? I think that Conrad, my foreman, has a bottle of cognac somewhere. Have you ever had cognac?'
"No, mother never allows it," I answered.
"Bah! Just once...." he suggested.
"The glass looked big to me, and the alcohol made me cough," Simone said. "Laughing, he took me into his arms, and held me against him. I was really in a state of euphoria. Suddenly, his face became serious and he kissed me. But not like my piano teacher had done. He slid his tongue into my mouth, forcing passage through my teeth. I thought I would faint, and I shut my eyes while Roland's tongue rubbed against mine. I began to tremble and to pant. At the same time, I felt his hand unbutton my coat, land on one of my breasts, and squeeze it. Immediately, my nipples hardened, erecting their little tips.
"Roland had taken me by the waist and pressed me against him. I was big for my age, and I felt his stiff cock pointed against my stomach. He abandoned my mouth and continued to caress me. I was standing up against him, suffocating, my eyes lowered, and deliciously intoxicated.
"Let me touch you better than this. . . ," he whispered. He unbuttoned my blouse and plunged in his hand. Of course, at that time I didn't yet wear a bra, and I shuddered when his palm rested on my tit and rolled it sweetly.
"You like this?" he asked.
"I didn't answer. At once, he became emboldened.
"They're beautiful, you know, baby.... I want to see them." He opened my blouse completely, exposing my heaving chest. He looked at my tits a long time, then, still holding on to my waist, he dropped to his knees, took a nipple in his mouth, and rolled it under his tongue. My eyes closed, I lay against the wall with my head back and my mouth partly open. I felt an intense, new pleasure. I felt that my pussy was open and oozing with juices. This had often happened, but never so violently, especially since I'd never masturbated.
"He continued his stimulating caress. I was disappointed when he suddenly stood up. I felt a vague trance envelop me, and I knew I was going to come for the first time.
"We must leave now," said Roland. "Your parents will be angry. I won't accompany you to your house. It'd be wiser to leave you at the corner."
"I admired the self-assurance of this man who didn't ask me not to repeat what had happened. He knew that he had given me pleasure, and that I wouldn't boast about it. He buttoned up my blouse, put on my coat, and gave me a long kiss on the mouth."
"Tomorrow," he said, "I'll come for you."
CHAPTER TWO
"That night, for the first time," Simone continued, "I masturbated while recalling what had happened that afternoon. I could almost still feel his tongue search my mouth, tickle and suck on my nipple, and his hand rubbing my back. And also for the first time, I came, which scared me a bit. I thought I would faint. I buckled and couldn't hold back a long moan. Fortunately, my parents slept at the other end of the hall and couldn't hear me. But I had secreted so much and was so wet that I had to get up and wipe off my pussy with a towel.
"The next day, I couldn't concentrate on school. I couldn't stop thinking of Roland and his caresses. I waited for the evening with impatience. I wasn't, to be honest, in love with this handsome man, but I desired him, no doubt because he was there at the right time. Perhaps I would have desired someone else in the same way. Very young girls always have a special feeling for the first man who's bold enough to pet them. It's crazy, but girls are easy to fuck at that age.
"Roland had told me to meet him after school on a dimly lit street so that no one could see us. He took me straight to the hut and, this time, didn't even bother to offer me some cognac. He immediately took me into his arms and kissed me on the mouth. Again, I became intoxicated. But this time, instead of undoing my blouse, he just petted one of my breasts."
"Take off your coat," he said.
"He helped me do it. My heart was beating and I didn't say a word. He pressed me against him, put his mouth on mine again, and probed with his tongue. I felt his hand slide down my back and feel my buttocks.
"They're so hard!' he exclaimed. "like marble!"
"He crumpled my skirt in his hand, and raising it, he put his fingers under my panties and onto my ass-hole. I was overwhelmed and couldn't catch my breath as I felt his burning breath on my neck. His hands lifted and massaged my buttocks. Then he slipped off my panties. I recoiled slightly when I felt his large, hot hand on my naked ass, while it seemed as if his cock wanted to pierce my stomach.
"Oh! It's so nice," he whispered. "What a pretty ass you have! I love to feel it. Do you like it?"
"I didn't answer. And at first, each time we met I stayed as mute as an oyster, incapable of uttering a word. Furthermore, I found Roland overpowering. He was massaging my buttocks softly when all the sudden he stuck his finger into my crack. The finger descended and I started when it reached my little ass-hole. He held me tighter.
"Don't be afraid..." he said. I won't hurt you. I won't stick it in."
"He contented himself with tickling me and it was a delicious caress that made the skin all over my body feel like I was being pricked by a thousand hot little needles. I would have liked it to last forever, especially since I felt the lips of my pussy opening and my little cunt seeping with juices."
"You like this, don't you?" Roland asked. "Most women don't like it, but I think you're one of the few who do. One day, I'll put it in here. You'll see, I'll make you come in your ass."
"By now, I would have almost liked him to do it, or at least stick his finger into my ass-hole like a thermometer. I'd already enjoyed having a thermometer there. Furthermore, when he said, "put it in here," I thought he just meant his finger. That would hurt a little, but I thought it'd feel good just the same and be terribly exciting. I never suspected that it was his prick.
"Roland abandoned my anus and slid my underpants still lower. This time, I uttered a moan of pleasure and surprise. His hand was now on my pussy. Instinctively, I tried to step backwards.
"Are you afraid? asked Roland sympathetically.
"I didn't answer, but I pressed closer to him as a response.
"Your pussy is beautiful too. You have lots of hair there."
"I felt a bit jealous when he added: "At your age, it's rare to have so much."
"Had he, then, petted other girls my age as he was petting me now? But it was, above all, desire that pushed me to him, and I didn't give a damn about the rest.
"You've masturbated, haven't you?" he asked.
"Lying, I motioned no with my head. My useless prudishness prevented me from admitting that I'd done it the night before, for the first time, thinking of him.
"Really?" he said surprised. "Then, it's great. I'm going to show you how it's done.... You'll do it later, when you're alone in your little bed. But you'll see that it won't be as good as with me."
"I didn't doubt that. Mere contact with this man made me all juicy inside.
"Spread your legs," he ordered. "I obeyed, trembling.
"Your pussy is really open, you know," he said while sliding his finger into my crack. "You want it, don't you? Really want it!"
"At the same time, he put his other hand on my ass and hugged me to him. He started moving his finger back and forth. His first finger tickled successively the summit of my crack where it slipped between the lips to titillate my clitoris, which was stiff, and then entered into my vagina where it probed deeply. My breath was becoming shorter and shorter. I was stiffening and thrusting my hips forward uncontrollably.
"Your clit is so small' he said. "It's like the tip of a pink shell. You like this, don't you?"
"Did I like it! It was so much better than when I had done it to myself the night before. It was a slow, rolling caress that made my whole body shiver. I was now beginning to pant.
"You're a virgin..." Roland mumbled, "and I don't want to devirginize you. At least not now. So I won't put my finger into your cunt. But I think you're going to come."
"Instinctively, I clung to his shoulders and buried my head there.
"Baby," he murmured. "like it! I want to give you your first pleasure. You'll see, I'll never forget what's happening now between us. And we'll be together often so I can teach you more, since you know nothing of life. And you can never know what it is to give her first woman's pleasure to a girl."
"My head was spinning and it seemed that my whole world was revolving around my pussy. Roland's hand must have been sticky with the secretion that was flowing from my cunt. I would have liked him to go faster, to accelerate the rhythm of his finger, but I would never have been able to ask him, or even say a word for that matter. I must have guessed it because his finger's rhythm became more rapid. I felt myself twisting and I couldn't hold back, even if I had wanted to. I was thrilled with joy, at the heart of a terrific pleasure. I braced myself suddenly, thinking that I would faint away, and gave out a long groan while my hands clutched at the man's shoulders. Then, all at once, I began to thrust my hips more violently, as if my body, liberated from my will, wanted my pussy to offer itself to Roland's nimble finger.
"Ah! Baby, you're coming," Roland mumbled, pressing my hand harder against my cunt. "And it's the first time. Wasn't I right? Isn't it good?"
"I was incapable of answering. I completely abandoned myself to this superhuman sensation. A long spasm shook me, followed by another groan, and I thought for sure that I'd faint. In my cunt, Roland's finger was furiously agitating my clit."
"You don't know this, huh, little wench? Let yourself go. I want you to have the best orgasm possible," he said.
"Nevertheless, I was emerging, little by little from this abyss of voluptuousness. It was making me tremble. My legs were shaking, my ears were buzzing, and my head was spinning. Gradually, I regained consciousness.
"That's it," said Roland whose finger had taken a slower cadence, and who was caressing me more gently. "You came. You don't know how glad I am. And by me!"
"He took his hand from my sex, left my ass, and handed me his handkerchief. "Here, wipe yourself off," he ordered. "Your pussy is drenched."
"But I stayed motionless, still clinging to him.
"You don't want to?" he asked. "Then I'll do it myself. Open your legs again."
"I obeyed, and he wiped my pussy carefully.
"As for me," he said, making me smell his hand, "I'm going to keep your smell on me. It's a good souvenir you know."
CHAPTER THREE
"Naturally, Roland came for me the next day after school," Simone continued. "His caresses had made me his slave. I stayed awake all night after masturbating to the point of coming many times. So many that I discovered, the next day, that I had secreted so much that it had flowed down my crack and had made a large splotch on the sheet, as if I had begun to piss in bed and caught myself at the last moment. Nothing interested me anymore except the times when I could meet Roland, and I didn't listen to a word at school.
"As with the previous nights, he took me to his construction hut. There, no one could surprise us, not only because the place was isolated, but also because the extensive house being built separated the office from the road, and the opaque windows stared blindly out on the countryside. First, he helped me take off my coat, then took me in his arms, and burrowed his tongue into my mouth. According to a process that was becoming routine, his hand lifted my hardened breast, then caressed my ass, and then slid under my skirt. He lowered my panties, lay hold of my pussy, and began to finger me slowly. And, as on all the other nights, I felt his long prick against my stomach. But he stopped suddenly.
"Are you dark or chestnut?" he asked. "I want to see it!" He lowered my panties to my knees and bent down. Incapable of resisting and, in fact, wanting him to do it, I let him have his way.
"He lifted my skirt to my navel, uncovering my flat stomach, my furry triangle which was sprouting a cover of brown, frizzy hairs, and the pink lips of my partially opened pussy.
"My god, how beautiful!" he murmured. "I love these new, little pussies that look so innocent, yet gape with desire." He put his mouth on my cunt and slid his tongue over the top.
"I felt a little self-conscious since it was already seeping with juices and must have had a strong odor. But, quite to the contrary, Roland didn't appear at all embarrassed. The penetration of his tongue into the high part of my crack tore a sigh from me and made me squirm. It wasn't as nice as his finger, perhaps because in this position, he couldn't reach my clit. But it was a strange caress, velvet, humid, and living.
"He stood up finally and took me into his arms again. "Aside from your ass-hole, I've seen all of you," he said. "We're far from strangers." He performed a strange and invisible maneuver. "Look," he said suddenly while standing back a bit.
"He had taken his cock and his balls out of his pants," Simone explained, "and" I quivered in fright. It was the first time since the age of ten that I had seen a man's cock completely, since I had never seen testicles. It was a long rod of flesh, a little yellowish while the blind man's was pale, and it hung over two swarthy sacks with wrinkled skin and hairs. The head was enormous, pinkish, and resembled a poisonous mushroom.
"I was at the same time fearful and overwhelmed, but not terrified since I'd seen my piano teacher's cock. Besides, Roland's was, as I had thought, much more handsome, almost majestic. My heart was beating and I couldn't take my eyes from it. It was palpitating in sudden swells, standing straight out.
"Look," repeated Roland in a thick voice. "Do you like my cock? Is this the first time you've seen one?"
"I didn't answer. There was no doubt about it: at such moments emotion rendered me speechless. I lifted my skirt again and locked him against me. Overcome, I felt his warm shaft of flesh swell against my stomach. The head of his cock lost itself in the hair of my pussy, and I let myself go, passionately.
"Baby..." he said in a muffled voice. "Oh, would I like to fuck you. To put it in you, to sink it in your tight little cunt. But I can't. I don't have the right."
"However, if he had asked me, I think I would have let him do it, so defenseless did desire leave me. I really wanted him to put it in me, to feel it palpitate within me. It seemed that it'd be great to feel it move back and forth within me.
(Simone interrupted her story. These memories renewed her passions and made her throat dry.... She served herself another glass of whiskey and focused her eyes on her friends. Sylvia's chest was heaving, her lips were wet, and her eyes were shining. Raymond had a huge protuberance in his pants, which he didn't try to hide.)
"However," continued Simone, "I was frightened at the same time. He had put it between my squeezed-together thighs and against my pussy. And he began a slow to and fro movement with little thrusts of his hips, as if he were fucking me. And that succeeded in making me lose my head. His cock seemed bigger this way than when I had seen it. He kissed me on my neck, and bit my ear while I twisted and writhed under passion's whip. I didn't want to let go of his cock either. I grasped it like a drowning person clutches a life-preserver. During this time, having raised my skirt, he was caressing my ass-hole.
"Panting, I finally was satisfied. But, I wasn't satiated. I felt that it wouldn't take much to make me come again. There are women who, as soon as they have finished, force their partner to stop. It takes them many hours to get turned on again. That's not the case with me. I was already capable of making it many times in a row.
"Jerk me off, now!" Roland demanded. "It's your turn. Rub it. Hold it hard."
"Awkwardly, I began to rub his cock. And I felt the head tickle the palm of my hand. Roland's breathing became harder and I could feel him trembling against me.
"Oh! It's great to feel your fingers knead my cock," he whispered. "Keep on.... Whatever you do, don't stop. You're going to make me come in a minute. You'll see how a man ejaculates in spurts."
"At the same time, he slid his finger into the cleavage between my buttocks, and was tickling my ass-hole, provoking an excess of excitation in me. Now his cock seemed harder than it had just been a little while before. It seemed that I was doing it better now," Simone said.
"You're doing it much better now," he murmured. "Don't stop."
"I held on to him. I was feeling terrific pleasure holding this enormous thing in my hand. And I wondered how it could get into a hole as small as a woman's cunt without lots of trouble. It's true that the only cunt I knew was my own, and I didn't even know that very well."
"Oh!" murmured Roland, "Now! I'm going to come.... Do it faster..."
"I obeyed. Suddenly, without letting go of my ass, he began to writhe so that I almost had to let go of him.
"Hold it with your fingers," he ordered. "I don't want to come all over your hand."
"I put my fingers around his prick in back of the head.
"Don't stop.. . . Don't let go.. . . Faster!" he whispered.
"Locked against him I felt him shudder. I was panting harder. "Now," he stammered. "I'm coming! You'll see how a man comes. Don't stop."
"All at once, it seemed that his cock was spasmodically contracting.
"That's it...," he whispered. A long, thick, whitish jet spurted from his cock. Struck, I stopped. "Keep on going!" he cried.
"A second jet followed, then a third, less dense. I continued to jerk this surprising organ. I realized that women receive that stuff in their insides when their husbands fuck them. I thought that it must feel great and supremely voluptuous. For me, seeing it for the first time, it was an extraordinary event. I continued to jerk him off rapidly. A few more drops fell to the floor, and then I felt his cock get soft in my hand.
"Stop..." murmured Roland.
"He took his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off his prick. Then he took me into his arms and probed my mouth with his tongue while crushing me to him.
"I stepped back in order not to get it on you, you know," he explained. I wonder what your mother would have thought if she had seen cum on your clothes."
"Actually, I dared not think of it.
"I really came good with you..." Roland said tenderly. "You know, I've been jerking myself off for a while now thinking of you, when I'm alone. I never even bothered to hope I'd get to be with you like this. But when you do it to me, it's so much better."
"He put his cock back in his pants, while I pulled up my panties, no longer embarrassed before him.
"What a magnificent evening! We both came. Well do it again, O.K.?" Roland asked. "And the next time we'll come together. You'll see how much better it is."
CHAPTER FOUR
("Your story is a real epic," Raymond said. "It's more powerful than The Decameron. Look how hard you've made me." Slouched down in his chair, his legs spread out, he wasn't at all trying to hide the sudden largeness of his cock.
"Me too. I'm really secreting," said Sylvia. "You're so right, Simone, when you say that love is above all a matter of imagination. All I have to do is to imagine these scenes. I suppose that there's much more to tell," Sylvia said, reclining in her chair.)
"From then on, we didn't bother with preliminaries," Simone continued. "As soon as we would arrive at the hut, I would take off my coat myself and undo my blouse. I liked him to kiss me and caress my naked breasts, and he liked to take off my underpants. I would lift up my legs to get out of them easier. He would massage my ass, rub my pussy, and slide his finger into my crack. As soon as he touched me, my cunt lips would open, just steeping in warm juices, and I would begin to tremble.
"You know," he said one night, "As strange as it sounds, I haven't seen your ass-hole. I've touched it, but I haven't seen it." He pushed my skirt up to my waist, made me turn around, and knelt down in order to see closer," Simone said. "Hold up your dress," he ordered.
"I obeyed. He held me by the thighs and I could feel his warm breath on my buttocks. This had never happened to me either, and it was delicious. All at once, I felt him placing little kisses on my ass, kissing one side and then the other.
"How hard they are!" he exclaimed. "And the skin is so soft."
"Suddenly, he spread them apart. Instinctively, I don't know why, I squeezed them back together.
"Don't be afraid," he said. "Let yourself go...."
"I abandoned myself to him. He then discovered my little hole, and I felt his sharp tongue search my anus, lick it, bite it, and push in vain to penetrate it. It was a sensation that I had never imagined.
"Bend over forward," he ordered. "It'll be better...."
"I lowered myself, resting my hand on my knees, and offering him my ass-hole completely. He licked it a long time. I was a bit ashamed, but it was good! Nevertheless, it wasn't enough to make me come, just enough to turn me on. It didn't last much longer. He stopped and we straightened up.
"Did you like it?" he asked. "It's called reaming. I wouldn't do it to just any girl.. . . But I'd do anything for you, you turn me on so much. Here's the proof.. . . Look."
"While he had been kneeling, he had unbuttoned his pants, and his cock had jumped out triumphantly. I looked at it with passion. It didn't scare me anymore, now that I had touched it and seen it spurt cum.
"Come," he said, "I'm going to do something else to you."
"He put his hands on my buttocks, lifted me, and carried me to the couch. I was a bit scared. What was he going to do with me?
"Lay out," he ordered.
"As I hesitated, he tenderly forced me to obey.
"And now spread your legs," he said.
"He was standing between them and I could see his long prick swinging above me. I was afraid he'd stick it in me, and I was panic-stricken.
"No!" I screamed. "Don't do it!" That was the first time I'd spoken to him during our frolicking. It surprised him, and he knew that I was really afraid.
"Don't be afraid, baby," he said. "I'm not going to put it in you, I told you that. You're still too young. You'll like what I'm going to do.
"He slid down between my legs and I jumped when I felt his mouth on my pussy.
"No!" I moaned. "It's dirty. It smells bad." I was ashamed. I knew that my pussy was full of secretion, and that it must have stank.
"No! It's not dirty," he said. "It's very nice. You don't know how much I like to lick young girls like you."
"That's exactly what I had thought. This wasn't his first experience with a teenager. Again, he applied his mouth to my cunt. I felt the delights of his sharp tongue climbing up and down the length of my crack, sliding between the lips, reaching the vaginal orifice only to climb back up and flutter on my clit as his finger had done. But this was even better.
"He suddenly interrupted himself, and I gave a disappointed sigh. He remained motionless, and not understanding, I lifted my head slightly. His expression was grave, and his eyes were fixed on my cunt.
"You have a beautiful little pussy," he said seriously. "It's rare to see such a pretty one. Certain women resemble a hideous mouth there, with hanging lips and long clits. Yours is very small, like a pink shell in the middle of a soft bed of seaweed. That's why I prefer young girls. They are always prettier there than women are."
"Then he kissed me again, and recommenced his slow licking. It was a gentle, experienced caress, full of tenderness. I had forgotten my scruples. My mouth partly opened, my arms plastered over my eyes, I let myself go. Suddenly, he grabbed my clit with his lips, blew gently, sucked, and turned it under his tongue. Thrills coursed through my body. I began to slightly thrust my hips while contracting my buttocks when, at certain times, his tongue would descend down to my ass-hole and then return to my pussy. I felt my stomach sink in and swell in turn, and my naked breasts harden and enlarge. I had wrapped my legs around his shoulders and I was thinking only of this refined pleasure that was flowing through me to the point of making me spread my toes.
"I don't know why I was thinking then of my little friends who, going by hearsay, used to tell me that making love was a terrific experience. Germaine used to talk more than the others because she had had an experience that we others hadn't. Oh! An experience that wasn't even personal. But one day, she had inadvertently surprised her older brother while he was fucking her sister-in-law during their vacation on the Riviera at siesta time. She had innocently pushed their bedroom door slightly open and had stopped, thunderstruck. The couple was nude on the bed. Her brother was on top of his wife who was spreading her legs and bouncing her hips spasmodically.
"His face, since his eyes were closed, seemed to reflect pain, although it was really an expression of supreme joy. His wife had knotted her arms around her husband's waist. She was moaning softly, panting, and continually stammering out phrases, while her husband was giving her a vigorous, rough answer. Then she let out some little cries of joy.
"I'm coming," the woman mumbled. "I love it! It's so good, darling!"
"Germaine fled before the lovers were finished and could detect her presence. During the rest of the vacation, the little wench, having the advantage over us of having seen the couple screwing, gave us would-be lessons on love.
"Now, I knew more about it than she did. But I wondered, as I had kept myself from repeating my adventures to my friends, if what had happened to me had also happened to some of my schoolmates.
"By and by, under Roland's tongue, I felt more and more pleasure. I tried, however, to hold myself back because I knew that I was inundating Roland's mouth with vaginal secretion as he moved from my clit to my vagina and back to my clit. But my efforts were useless. I made an attempt to push him away, placed my hand on his head, but instead of repulsing him, my fingers began to play in his salt-and-pepper hair.
"I was bouncing violently. My breathing was becoming heavy, and my sighs were turning into rattlings. And briskly, the thrill that I knew so well, flowed through me, invincible as the rising tide. I arched, gave out a long groan that terminated in a small yelp, and locked my thighs around Roland's head. I could feel my love-juices flow gushingly from my cunt, but I no longer was ashamed or embarrassed. Besides, it didn't seem to be bothering Roland at all. He continued to lick and suck.
"Drained, I collapsed like a punctured tire, enveloped by a delightful lassitude, relieved as one is at nightfall after a hot autumn day. I was, though, a bit embarrassed at all the juices running down Roland's face.
"Roland stopped his caressing, wiped his mouth off on my thighs, and then dried his face with his handkerchief.
"Good, huh?" he asked. "Yes...." I sighed.
"Ah! I see you've got your tongue back." He looked at his rigid cock, which was again threatening me. "I would have liked you to have made me come too," he said, "but we don't have the time."
"I remained extended on the desk-top, my legs spread, showing, without embarrassment, my pussy drenched with secretion and saliva.
"Here," he said, handing me his handkerchief. "Wipe yourself. Tomorrow well do something else, and it'll be you who'll make me come. Get dressed. It's time to leave."
CHAPTER FIVE
"The icy winter wind howled through the empty countryside beyond the construction site and rattled the black windows," Simone continued with her story, "but inside the hut it was warm and cozy. The warmth of the stove that had been burning all day still lingered. Roland had let his pants down and his underwear followed down to his ankles. He had tucked up his shirt up to his navel, and I could see all of his long, wide cock, which was balancing to and fro rigidly above his balls that were hanging from a forest of brown hair. He had made me sit on a chair, and wasn't letting me look at or admire his prick. Roland was standing in front of me, between my spread-apart thighs.
"Touch it," he ordered.
"This time, I didn't hesitate. I knew what it was. Not only had I touched it and jerked it until it spurted, but often I had masturbated at night thinking of it. I tried to rediscover the sensation of holding this rigid shaft with its tender skin and silky-soft head. My fingers closed around his hard, living cock that seemed to be pulsing with a life of its own. I began to rub gently. "Play with my balls," he said.
"I held up his sacks of coarser skin covered with hairs like the bristles of a wild boar.
"Roll them in your fingers," he demanded.
"I felt that he really wanted something else, I didn't know what, but he was reluctant to ask.
"You know what I did to you yesterday?" he said at last, while my hand regained its slow to and fro movement on his prick.
"Yes," I answered.
"Then," he said, "you're going to do as much for me." "At once, I stopped shaking his cock, and my hand contracted in fear around it. "Oh, no!" I said innocently.
"Why? Are you still afraid at this point?" he demanded.
"Yes. And it's dirty...."
"You always say the same thing. Nothing is dirty in love!" he said.
"I was thinking of the long, thick spurts of cum that I had seen shoot from his cock the night before, and I imagined that filling my mouth down to my throat.
"You still like to touch it, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes. But that's different," I replied.
"He must have guessed my fears. "You're afraid that I'm going to come in your mouth, huh?" he asked. "Don't worry, I won't. I don't want to disgust you and risk losing you. I'll pull it out just at the right time."
"He had taken his cock into his hand and was directing it towards my face. I was seated, and he was towering above me. I watched the head of his cock advance near me. I wanted to turn my head away, but I couldn't. This pink mushroom seemed to hypnotize me.
"No! I beg you...." I pleaded.
"But yes! You'll see how nice it is," he said. "Come on. Be nice. Make an effort. All women do it, you know."
"Roland was a psychologist. I was still a little girl, and in exciting my vanity, in treating me as a woman, he knew how to handle me.
"You won't stick it in all the way?" I asked.
"Of course not. It's too long. I'll only put in the tip," he promised.
"I was still hesitant now that the tip of his cock was two inches away from my lips. "It's too big!" I groaned.
"No, it's not. You'll see. Open your mouth," he ordered.
"And I felt, for the first time, a prick bury itself in my mouth. I remained motionless.
"You see how easy it is?" he asked. "Come on, baby. Suck in. Suck it like I did your clit. Slide your tongue over the tip."
"I obeyed, mechanically, my mouth filled with this enormous object.
"Move your head back and forth like you do with your hand," he guided.
"And my head began to move as he wished, while Roland, who was leaning against the wall, also began to thrust his hips uncontrollably. Furthermore, now, when I suck a man, I come without even needing to be touched, and I let him come in my mouth. Cum tastes like chlorine and salt, and it sends me.
"Gradually, Roland's breath became shorter. "Keep going, baby. I promise you I won't come," he said.
"I covered his cock with my mouth again, while my hand held on to it to keep it from going in too far. However, the thrusts of Roland's hips, without becoming more violent, became more and more jerky. And it seemed as though his balls had disappeared, had gone back up into his abdomen. Never had his cock been so hard. Suddenly, it began to contract spasmodically.
"Ah! It's time...." gasped Roland. "He wrenched his cock from my mouth, stuck it over my shoulder, and he jerked it three or four times with his hand. "Now!" he exclaimed in a rasping voice. "I'm coming. I'm shooting."
"I imagined the barrage of cum hitting against the wall of the hut, then flowing down in glistening streams. I pulled my head to the side to avoid being hit also. When he stepped away from me, his prick was soft and flaccid. But it was still long, even though in a state of repose, and it hung between his muscular legs like an elephant's trunk.
"He pulled up his underwear and his pants, and buttoned himself. Then taking me by the hand, he lifted me up, took me in his arms, and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. He helped me button my blouse and pulled up the skirt he had just a little while ago helped me unfasten. He had begun to pet my buttocks, to finger me, and to play with my clit. But it had become late, and we prepared to depart.
"I told Roland that I had been masturbating every night, and sometimes in the morning too, thinking of what had happened in the afternoon. Even if I had come violently. I did it so much that in the space of a week, I had become thin and had perpetually sunken, baggy eyes. As for my school work, it really suffered. I was awakening to the physical world of a woman.
"We just have to be able to be together for longer periods," he said. "I believe you're free tomorrow afternoon?"
"Yes. I'm going to a movie with my friend, Germaine," I answered.
"Can't you spend the day with me instead?" he asked.
"I wished like crazy that I could, but how?"
"I have a little house in the country," he explained. "We could be there together alone. You don't know how badly I want to see you naked. And to be nude with you! We could do so much."
"I'll try," I said. "I'll let you know tomorrow."
"I had no choice. I had to confide in Germaine. She was discreet and had reason to stay that way since I could tell the story of her brother and sister-in-law. She would come over to meet me, as usual. Then she would go to the show alone. At night, we'd come home together and my parents would never ask me about the film. Besides, in those days, the synopsis of a movie was always posted; all I had to do was read it.
"Germaine accepted with enthusiasm. I didn't tell her the whole truth about my erotic exploits: that I'd jerked-off a forty year old man, that he'd fingered me and licked my pussy, that I had sucked his cock, and that I was going to be naked in front of him. I limited myself to just saying I was going out with a boy.
"Being an accomplice in a love affair enchanted Germaine. "You'll tell me all about it, won't you?" she asked.
"Of course," I said.
"She found that that Thursday would be memorable for her also. "You know what happened to me yesterday?" she said excitedly on Friday. "I went to the show alone as planned. You know that hardly anyone goes on Thursdays. A man sat next to me. He had thrown his coat over his knees. During the movie, he began to touch my thigh. I was trembling and didn't dare say a word. My heart was beating fast, and besides, I didn't mind it.
"He said nothing, acting as if he were watching the screen. Then, seeing that I wasn't protesting, he slid his coat over onto my legs too. I have to add that the rest of our row was deserted. Gradually, he slipped his, hand up under my skirt and placed it on my bare thigh. I was quaking and was no longer aware of what was happening on the screen. Little by little, his hand ascended and reached the naked flesh under my nylons.
"I wasn't talking, but I was breathing hard. It was great. Then he spread my legs. I almost cried out and I shuddered when he slid his fingers into my panties and touched my pussy. I was so excited that my crack was open wide. Then, in silence, he slipped in a single finger and began to caress me. It was even better than when I do it to myself," Germaine said.
"You never told me that you did that!" I chided.
"She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Since I saw my brother and sister-in-law...That gave me a shock.... And you? Don't you do it?
"You see! Everyone does. There are even girls at school who play games with each other like doctor and nurse. In short, though, he caressed me for a long time and ended up making me come. I had to bite my lips to keep from crying out. He stopped then, but his hand stayed on my pussy and his finger remained motionless in my crack. Then he took my hand and guided it under his coat. I jumped. That was the first time I'd touched a man's cock. It was wide and long. He had taken it out while he was caressing me. He forced my fingers to close around his machine. Then, still holding my hand, he impressed it with a back and forth movement. Suddenly, I felt something warm flow on my fingers, and his prick softened. He took out his handkerchief and he must have wiped himself off, for he subsequently wiped off my hand. Then he got up and left before the end of the movie. He hadn't said one word, and I wouldn't have been at all sorry never to see him again."
"Germaine winked at me, and headed off for the Friday matinee."
CHAPTER SIX
"Roland had a little villa in the middle of the woods, far from everything," Simone said, "and from which the nearest neighbor was at least two miles. A real hideout for a criminal. And for lovers. If I hadn't been with Roland, I surely would have been afraid. His presence reassured me, but if I had any fears, paradoxically, it was from him that they came. He must have already been there that morning, for in spite of the cold wetness of the winter day, it was very nice inside. He led me into a big room and lit a fire in the huge fireplace.
"Kiss me," he said.
"He hugged me to him, and searched my mouth with his tongue, while I threw my arms around his neck as much for pleasure as for reassurance. In any case, I was less passive and less fearful, I mean at love-making, than I had been when we were at first together.
Then, slowly, he began to undress me. I had taken my coat off myself. He unfastened the clasp on my dress, unzipped it, and then slid it over my head. I was shuddering with emotion. All I had left on were my panties. My young breasts swelled. He bent over them and sucked each one in turn. I was overwhelmed with desire. Then my panties joined my clothes on a chair. This time I was completely naked and the big wood fire burning in the fireplace threw wild shadows on my young body. He let me go, and stepped back to see me better. It was the first time that I had been nude before him, and as I didn't know what to do with my hands, I placed one on my pussy, and the other on my breasts. Roland sat on the edge of the couch and I had the impression of posing for a painting. He had taken his cock from his pants, and was rubbing it slowly.
"Turn around," he said. "Show me your ass."
"I obeyed. It bothered me less, no doubt, because I couldn't see him.
"You have a splendid ass, and a very pretty back," he said. "You know that you're already a very beautiful girl. Too bad, I would like so much to fuck you."
"I was so excited, in spite of my prudishness, that I turned around quickly.
"Why don't you?" I cried.
"He was astonished. "Because you're too young," he said. "Twelve years old. You think.. . . But you won't lose anything by waiting. Later, I will deflower you. I'll make you my mistress. We'll spend whole nights together. I'll put it in your cunt, in your ass, in your mouth, between your tits.... And you ll suck me as you did Tuesday. You'll make me come with your mouth."
"He got up in a flash, seized me, and carried me to the couch. "You've never seen a naked man?" he asked while standing up after placing a kiss on my humid pussy. "Look!"
"He disrobed rapidly. I saw his powerful torso with a hairy chest, his muscular stomach, and something I'd already seen: his huge cock, stiff and firm like a ship's mast or an enormous threatening finger, above his furry brown crotch.
"You don't know how badly I want to put it in you," he murmured. "Spread your legs so I can see your pussy." He didn't take his eyes from my little crack. "You masturbate when you're alone, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," I admitted. "Thinking of you...."
"Suddenly, his cock stiffened. "Then, do it so I can see you," he ordered. "I love to watch girls finger themselves."
"Oh," I said. "Why? I can't."
"We don't have to be embarrassed with each other," said Roland. "Let's take all the pleasure we can. Believe me, little girl, this won't last forever. Come on, caress yourself. I'll do the same while watching you."
"He sat in a chair, his legs sticking out in front, and began to jerk himself off slowly. "What are you waiting for," he said impatiently.
"Timidly, I put my finger into my pussy. It wasn't just because of my finger, but because I was so excited in the first place, that simply touching my clit made me quiver. I, too, began to masturbate without taking my eyes from Roland's enormous cock. I could see his swelling balls between his thighs.
"You can come many times in a row, can't you?" he asked.
"Yes," I whispered, already taken with pleasure.
"Then come!" he said. "I want to see you come."
"My finger accelerated its rhythm. I felt some vague powers controlling my hips, assaulting my stomach. I began to twist, but I didn't shut my eyes. My stare focused on Roland's prick which from time to time disappeared in the hollow of his hand, then reappeared as arrogant and proud as ever.
"Are you going to come?" he asked in a thick voice. "Yes...It's coming. Keep on jerking yourself off. I like it. But I won't come I'm saving myself for later."
"What was he going to do to me? I didn't want to know. He was free to do anything he wanted. At that moment, I was open to everything.
"When you're ready to come, tell me," he said. "I'll know, but I want you to say it. That you tell me at the exact moment."
"My finger was now becoming frantic. The usual long shivers were running through me, from the roots of my hair to the soles of my feet, down the length of my vertebrae.
"I writhed and gave out a little cry, resembling a cry of sadness. But I still hadn't closed my eyes. Roland's cock was all red and appeared to be bigger than ever. There was a little sweat at Roland's temples. His stare was piercing my body from my pussy to my face which was contorted with pleasure.
"I let out another scream, taken with joy, then stopped and remained still and panting. I had come so terrifically that it seemed as though my vaginal juices were dripping down my thighs. This time, I closed my eyes. My legs were spread, but I jumped. Roland had thrown himself on me, and holding my thighs apart with his nervous hands, he put his mouth over my pussy and delved into my crack with his avid tongue.
"No!" I cried. "I don't want to! Don't do this to me. It's full of...."
"I don't like other women's, but I like everything about you." he said as his greedy tongue set itself to eating me out. Then he laid down on the couch, took me into his arms, and placed his mouth on mine. I struggled.
"-No!" I cried. "You just did it before. It's dirty." "You always say the same thing. But no.... It isn't dirty because I just did it. That's a stupid prejudice. And besides, these juices aren't someone else's; they're yours," he said.
"I locked my teeth together, but then, subdued, I offered him passage, and his tongue again rubbed against mine, while his hand caressed my ass-hole. His cock was pounding against my bare stomach, and furrowed into the forest of hairs on my cunt. He held me this way a long time motionless against him. All that could be heard was the crackling of the fire and, outside, the hostile screeching of the winter wind.
"He kissed me once more. "Turn around," he murmured. "Lie on your stomach."
"I was subjugated. I was ready to obey his slightest command now. I buried my face in the cushion. I felt good, but was surprised when he got up and went into the next room. At first, I thought he'd gone to piss. Soon, he took his place next to me. His hand, caressing my back, made an electric current run over me. It would stop and play, from time to time, on my ass, spreading them and tickling my anus. I thought, when he spread them, that he would put in his tongue as the last time, and that's exactly what he did. But this time, he flooded my little hole with saliva.
"Keep your buttocks spread," he ordered.
"I obeyed, as usual, and was surprised to feel him putting some cold, gluey matter in my rectum.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm not doing anything," he said. "Stay like you are.
I'm going to show you a new pleasure. Something you'll-like...."
He stretched out on top of me. I felt his weight over my whole body. I was surprised to feel his hands under me, caressing my tits.
(On the couch, Raymond pulled Sylvia to him. He had slid his hand under the young woman's arms and his fingers were kneading her breasts through her blouse. Sylvia had placed her hand on Raymond's crotch. She had seized his cock and was rubbing it gently.
"Unzip me," murmured Raymond. "Jerk me off. I can't hold myself back any longer."
Awkwardly, he unzipped his pants and extracted a long, stiff prick, the tip of which she was massaging.
Simone stopped. She was watching this vigorous cock, not taking her eyes off it for a second.
"Do what he says, Sylvia," she said. "I like seeing a woman caressing a man.
"Continue your story," Raymond said.)
"At that moment," Simone continued, "I felt something hard slide over my anal orifice. I didn't suspect what that meant, but even if I had, it wouldn't have done me any good, for Roland's caresses had robbed me of my will and I was incapable of the slightest resistance. Besides, this wasn't all disagreeable. It reminded me of the gentle penetration of his finger a few days before. But this time, the penetrating object was much larger. I was caught between desire and fear.
"No!" I protested. "Don't put it in me. It'll hurt. I'm afraid."
"Don't worry," he said. "I've prepared you already. I put vaseline in there. And I've covered my cock with spit."
"I felt him pushing, forcing at me. Such a thing could never penetrate me without trouble. Instinctively, I squeezed my butt.
"Don't squeeze," he said. "You'll see how nice it feels when it's in."
"Robbed of my will, I quit squeezing, hoping the pain would then be less. Roland gave a fierce thrust with his loins, and I cried out. The head of his cock buried itself in my ass-hole, searing through a passage, penetrating mercilessly. I tried to struggle, to get free, but I couldn't rid myself of his enormous weight. I began to cry and tremble.
"It's over, baby," he panted. "It's over.. . . I'm already in you. I'm butt-fucking you."
"Leave me alone," I begged. "Oh! It hurts!"
"I'd really never felt such sharp pain, even when my cherry was broken.
"It's so narrow," gasped Roland. "It feels so good."
"His cock, buried itself slowly, methodically. When the penetration stopped, I felt as though his whole prick was in me. I was crying from shame, as much as from pain.
"And now," said Roland, "it's your little hole that's going to make me come. I want it all in your ass."
"He began to dance on top of me, to thrust his hips. Each time I thought he would pull it out, ridding me of the sword that was implanted in my ass.
"You can squeeze now," he said. "That will make it even better."
"I gasped harder. I felt like a butterfly being pinned onto a collection. One of his hands left my breasts, glided down my stomach, cupped my pussy, while a gentle finger slid into my cunt.
"Spread your legs," he whispered. "I'm going to finger you and make you come too." "But the pain was so bad, that I didn't care if he did or didn't. My crack closed, and my vagina wasn't secreting juices at all. However, because of his caress, a troubled pleasure began to envelop me, in spite of the pain.
(This memory mustn't have been very disagreeable because Simone continued to finger herself slowly as she verbally recalled the incident. Her face was red, her lips moist, and her voice was thick.)
"You like this, don't you?" said Roland.
"No.... It hurts too much. Take it out," I answered.
"But you liked it when I put my finger in your ass-hole," he said.
"That's not the same thing. Your cock is too big. My god, it's big! It's burning and cutting!"
"It's going to be over fast," he murmured. "I'm going to come!"
"I struggled again. "No!" I screamed. "It's too dangerous!"
"You're afraid I'll get you pregnant?" he said ironically. "You have nothing to worry about as far as that goes. I assure you...."
"It could infect me!" I cried.
"Not any more than anything else we've done," he said. "Oh! Now! Quiet'
"His cock buried itself in me in long enraged thrusts. Suddenly, I knew that he was coming. One of his hands contracted on my breast, the other on my pussy, and I felt his cum spurt spasmodically into me. At last, breathless, he collapsed on me.
"It's been a long time since I've butt-fucked a girl," he said finally. "And with you, it was better than with all the others. I don't know why. Perhaps because I love you."
"That was the first time he'd spoken of loving me, and it assuaged me a little. His cock was shrinking in my ass, and becoming soft again. It pulled out at last, with difficulty, since my hole was so tight. I had stopped crying, even though the pain was still present. It seemed that his cock was still in me, that it had never been pulled out, that my ass-hole wouldn't close up. It still burned and hurt.
"I turned my head. Roland was kneeling above me. His cock, now soft, was all dirty with slight traces of blood. He was massaging his nuts and looking at them with a sort of sadness. Then, he got up, ran to the bathroom, and cleaned himself off. I stayed motionless, sapped of strength, and disheartened.
"Go wash yourself," he said in a soft voice. "Warm water will make it feel better."
"I got up. I could hardly walk. It was still as though I had his prick implanted in me. I directed myself unsteadily toward the bathroom. The warm water did me good, soothed my pain. But it didn't dispense with the impression of a solid and enormous presence in my ass. It seemed as though it would never go away.
(Simone stopped talking and silence reigned in the room. Sylvia slowly continued to shake Raymond's cock, and Simone continued to finger herself.
"It's crazy but these memories obsess me sometimes. I feel the passion welling up inside," Simone said.
"Show your pussy," said Raymond. "I want to see you masturbate."
Simone lifted up her dress and slid off her underpants, unveiling a luxuriant tuff of black hairs. And this time, her finger became frenetic.
"Look, Sylvia," murmured Raymond. "Look. Don't you feel like doing that to her?"
"No. In a little while, maybe. You'll do it to me. And you're going to fuck me. I want to feel your cock in my vagina!"
Simone dropped backwards, her eyes closed, her mouth partly open, her pussy gaping between her spread thighs. "Look," she stammered. I'm coming! Oh! I'm coming!"
"Me too," said Raymond. "Faster, Sylvia. Keep on. Hold it tight. Look. Both of us...."
But Simone was incapable of looking. She was writhing in her chair, bouncing and emitting deafening moans from her half-opened mouth.
A long spurt of cum shot from the tip of the young man's cock, falling on the floor.
"I've never butt-fucked a girl," said Raymond, sliding his hand under Sylvia's skirt and under her behind. " I'll have to try it some day."
"Don't count on me," said Sylvia. "It's never happened to me, and I don't intend to let it happen."
"And you, Simone, has it ever happened to you again?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted, "but much later. But it's only the first time that counts. For the rest of that particular week, I always had the impression that his prick was still in my ass."
"Was it Roland again?" Sylvia asked.)
"No," Simone continued. "I met Roland two more times, until one Thursday when he brought along another girl to his country house. At first I didn't want to go, so jealous was I. But he was very persuasive. He made us get naked, both of us girls. I still was a little prudish. But Claire her name was Claire was as vicious as a cat, though she was a virgin like me. And then, he laid us out on the couch, side by side, and licked our pussies, one at a time. Claire was the first to come. I remember that she had a blond cunt with lots of hair. And I was a little jealous that her tits were bigger than mine. Then, I came.
"He let us rest for a moment, he sat down in a chair and looked at us. He was naked too, and his cock stood up like a tree. Then he got up and threw us into each other's arms.
"Kiss," he commanded.
"It was Claire who took me into her arms. I felt her hard nipples against mine, while her tongue searched my mouth and her hand, slipping down between my legs, took hold of my pussy, massaging it before sticking her finger into my partly open crack. It was the first time I'd been with a girl, but it was evident that Claire, who had boarded at school for some time, had a certain amount of experience.
"You like this, don't you?" murmured Claire.
"I let myself succumb to the pleasure, and didn't answer. I had opened my eyes a bit and could see Roland standing above us jerking himself off. Claire's mouth descended and sucked one of my nipples without taking her hand from my cunt.
"Finger her," said Roland.
"She knelt at the foot of the couch, spread my legs, in spite of my reticence, and stationed herself between them. She licked me slowly, from the top to the bottom of my pussy. Her searching tongue penetrated my vulva, suggesting something else, for confusedly, I was thinking of a cock beating inside me as Roland's had done. It was a burning memory.
"Simone," said Roland, "you should do the same to Claire."
"No," I protested.
"The thought of putting my tongue in another girl's cunt completely turned me off.
"You're going to tell me it's dirty again, huh?" he said. "It isn't dirty at all!"
"Claire abandoned me, a little disappointed that she hadn't made me come. I stayed motionless. Claire, then, straddled me and crossed her legs around my shoulders. We were, thus, in the inverse of our previous position, and I could see her gaping pussy with its pink lips, pointed clit and juices, right above my mouth. At the same time, her mouth placed itself anew on my cunt and began to lick, filling me with shivers.
"Do the same to her, baby," murmured Roland.
"No." I said.
"But I couldn't defend myself any more. Claire crouched down even more, thus positioning her pussy on my mouth. She smelled of secretion and pleasure.
"Lick her," ordered Roland.
"Then, I don't know how, whether in defeat or in revolt, I began the task. My tongue buried itself in her crack and ran all over it. My nose was almost pressed in her ass which squeezed and contracted from time to time with pleasure.
"That's called sixty-nine," muttered Roland. "I told you I'd teach you many things. It's good, isn't it?"
"It was better than I'd ever dreamed, and it disgusted me less than I'd feared. To the contrary, it was really turning me on. I clutched Claire's haunches with my hands in order to position and hold her hips and pussy against my mouth. I forced my tongue into her vagina; I would have liked my tongue to be long and hard like a cock in order to penetrate better.
"Claire's breath, whenever she would catch it, burned my pussy. By various signs contractions, shudders, and shortness of breath I realized that she wouldn't be taking long to come. I too was going to come, as much from her searching tongue as from the idea that I was doing the same to her, and was giving her the same pleasure she was giving me.
"Suddenly, I heard her moan, and without stopping licking me, a flow of juices flooded her crack. I buckled, cried out, and plunged into a state of intoxication. An ineffable pleasure shook me, clutched my loins, and tore sobs from me. Then I became full of love-juices, and Claire, breathless, fell off to my side.
"Roland served us a glass of cognac. His cock was rigid, probably harder than I'd ever seen it before.
"I had to hold myself back," he said. "You turned me on so much when you two were making it that I almost came without jerking myself off."
"He clicked glasses with us. An arrow of fire seemed to shoot through me, taking away part of my lassitude. Then Roland made Claire get up and sit at the edge of the couch. I kissed her on the mouth, as he had done to me, petted her tits, and sucked them. He took his cock in his hand and directed it to Claire's face.
"Suck me," he said. "Suck me good. Make me come."
"It wasn't, obviously, the first time that the little wench had given herself to the task for she didn't have to be begged. She took hold of the man's rod and took it into her mouth. Then she applied herself to sucking it slowly with long strokes. She held it in her little hand while she rolled his balls with the other. Roland's breath became short. Standing in front of her, in front of us, I should say, his legs spread, he thrust forward in little jerks which sank his prick deeper into Claire's mouth. He ran his fingers through Claire's hair.
"It's coming," he stammered in a heavy voice. "I'm going to come. You'll take it won't you?"
"Claire didn't answer, and continued to pump him conscientiously. I didn't know if Roland was the first man that she'd sucked like this, but I didn't think so. She had indisputable experience and nothing seemed to bother her. All at once, Roland's rhythm became faster.
"Now," he groaned.
"Claire didn't so much as pull away. I guessed that the long spurts of warm cum were shooting into her mouth without disgusting her except that there was a marked hesitation. When Roland pulled his soft cock from Claire, cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth. She ran across the room, spit it out into the sink, and vomited in the toilet.
"Disgusted I've never been more so since I refused to see Roland again and left him to his illicit affairs with other girls my age.
(The sun was already sinking behind the trees in the little square on which opened the living room windows.)
"And your virginity?" asked Sylvia. "Tell us about your virginity." She got up again and refilled their glasses with whiskey.
"You are insatiable!" exclaimed Simone. "But no matter. It turns me on too."
When Sylvia returned to the couch, Raymond tripped her and made her fall over his knees. He held her there on her stomach and as she had done a while ago in the bathroom, he slipped off her underpants, then easily slid his hand between her legs.
"Spread your thighs," he murmured. "You are the only one who hasn't come. It's your turn." His finger sank into her pussy, plunged into her vagina while his palm massaged her soft tuff.
"I like your cock better," murmured Sylvia. She had tucked up her skirt so that her ass was naked on her lover's underwear, underneath which his cock was soft.
"I hope that this will make you hard again, selfish!"
She could feel Raymond's rod already swelling. In a little while, it would be long and rigid, ready to bury itself in her juicy vagina that was as open as a fat man's mouth. Sylvia turned herself on her lover's knees with her back to him and her legs spread over his. She passed her hand underneath, took hold of his cock, and began to rub it gently against her crack, between the pinkish lips and among the soft hairs. She had fallen backward, her back now against his torso. He slipped his hands under Sylvia's arms. He had unbuttoned her blouse and his greedy fingers kneaded her naked breasts.
Simone, who had swallowed her drink in one gulp, and casually exhibiting the dark forest covering her pubis, was watching what they were doing.
"Tell the story," said Raymond. "I would've thought that it was Roland who gave it to you for the first time. Tell us....")
"Perhaps, if our relationship had lasted, he would have," Simone explained. "But after this business with Claire, I refused to see him. I know that he picked up other little girls as they were leaving school, but I don't have the details on what happened. I was too jealous and upset.
"It was three years before I again had such relations with a man. I met a boy my age while leaving school. We would walk down deserted streets and we would kiss in entryways where none could see us. He never found a place where we could take refuge. He was more-timid than Roland. He contented himself with kissing me and slipping his hand beneath my panties. He did not caress as well as Roland, and that disappointed me a bit. But it turned me on and I used to jerk him off. His cock wasn't as big as Roland's but it was as nervous and when he came in the clutches of my hand, I came too-but not as violently. Then, at night, I would masturbate thinking of him.
"Then we had to separate during summer vacation. I left for Arachon with my parents. And it was there that it happened! Just thinking about it makes me all juicy-every time. And it was ten years ago.
"Gilbert was twenty and we belonged to the same group of friends, as it always happens at the beaches. He was a tall, bronzed young man with a narrow waist and hips, wide shoulders, and a powerful torso. Just looking at him turned me on. And he was aroused when he saw me too. I saw his cock stiffen under his bathing suit when he looked at me. It stood out like a huge bone, like a spire on a castle and, at that time, it was impossible for him to put his hand in his pocket to cover up. When we girls get all juicy, it can't be noticed. But he guessed that I was turned on, even if he didn't see my nipples erect under my bra.
"He always tried to get close to me. When we would go in the water, he would go out of his way to get near. No one could see us in the water, and he took advantage of it to pet my ass and my tits. One evening he became emboldened enough to touch my pussy. It felt so good that I spread my legs, but my panties were too tight for him to slip in his finger.
"So he lowered his pants and I felt his cock-fresh, long, and hard. I jerked him off in the water, almost in front of everyone. But actually, no one could see what was going on even if they suspected it. They probably did it too. It was particularly exciting to jerk him off in public, in front of a crowd that could see nothing.
"From that afternoon on, I was ready for anything. A crazy desire clutched at me, the warm summer air and the smell of the sea made my head spin.
"And at night, some members of the group, more liberal than the others, and to which I belonged, got together at a little place near the beach. But it didn't take us long to leave there. The boys, who were camped in a deserted and well-protected place, proposed that we all go have a drink in one of their tents. Soon, the warm sweetness of the summer night aided the booze in giving us a light intoxication which augmented our latent desire.
"Come," said Gilbert to me in a low voice. "Look. Little by little, the others are leaving. Be discreet. There's something to drink at my place. Let's go there."
"And that's how I followed him to his tent. It was near a guy's named Albert. Albert was with my friend Suzy, who was not at all inexperienced. The two tents were so close to each other that you could hear from one what was happening in the other, even the slightest murmur. First, Gilbert kissed me. It's curious how memories are sometimes so precise down to the last detail. It seems to me, in spite of the flow of time, that his tongue sometimes still searches my mouth and his hand pets my breasts, gently pinching the nipples. Just like I still can feel Roland's cock in my ass-hole. Gilbert took off my blouse. After he'd undone my bra, I remained naked with only a flimsy pair of panties protecting my pussy. "Listen," he said.
"Noises were coming from the neighboring tent. In spite of the surging of the sea in the silence, the sounds were perfectly distinct so much so that we could tell with accuracy what was going on over there.
"Caress me," murmured Suzy. "Put your finger into my pussy. Feel how juicy it is?"
"Yes. Wait. It'd be better if I took your panties all the way off first," the voice said. My ears strained, I listened anxiously and what I heard really turned me on.
"You see how much better it is like this," the voices continued.
"Yes. Finger me, baby."
"We could hear kissing noises. And their breathing became shorter, harder.
"Touch me too," said the boy.
"I guessed that she probably then took his cock into her hand.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want to come yet."
"I couldn't have been more turned on," Simone said. "My eyes closed, I imagined the couple twined about each other, petting, trembling at each other's caresses. During this time, Gilbert continued to finger me while his other hand was massaging my buttocks. My desire was so passionate that I too was panting, and had goose bumps all over. I just basked in this lascivious voluptuousness.
"You have a big cock," murmured Suzy from the other tent.
"I conclude that that was the first time she'd seen it, or in any case, touched it," Simone said.
"Wait," said the boy. "I'm going to undress you completely. I want you naked. You have beautiful tits, you know that? And pretty nipples."
"Everything was again silence, punctuated only by kisses. Then the girl began to pant.
"Ah!" she moaned. "Take me. Put it in me. I can't wait."
"There was the sound of bodies moving," Simone said, "and I understood that Albert was getting on top of Suzy."
"Put it in," murmured Suzy. "Put it in as much as you want. Oh! that's it. It's going in . . it's in...How big it is!"
"They began to pant together. Although I'd never seen people fucking, I imagined him stretched out over her, holding her body in his arms, his cock savagely piercing her, then withdrawing from her gaping cunt.
"It's so good," she stammered. "Oh! Don't stop for anything!"
"Oh...Yes, baby! You're making my cock feel so good. You're tighter than I thought. You feel good?
"Yes...You're really getting in deep. Oh! Baby...It's so good. Hold my ass. Hold me tight so it can go in farther."
"My throat dry, trembling with desire, I imagined the scene: the boy furiously riding the girl.
"Oh!"moaned Suzy. "You went too far. It came out."
"Wait, I'll put it back in."
"I imagined him taking his sticky cock in his hand, directing it to her open cunt.
"That's it," Suzy said, satisfied. "It's in...It's in so deep...It feels so good."
"And to think that I thought you were a virgin," murmured the boy.
"No. I was thirteen when my uncle fucked me for the first time. I will tell you about it. Your cock is reaching up into my insides. It's filling me up."
"I'm going to fill you even more," moaned the boy. "I'm going to come."
"Not yet," begged Suzy. "I can come more than once, you know. Give it to me good. It's been a long time. I got all juicy just seeing the outline of your cock under your bathing suit."
"We should have gotten together sooner," the boy said.
"Yes. Oh! Yes, baby...Don't stop, and don't come."
"She screamed. I imagined her thrusting her hips forward, her hands clutching his back. Then Suzy screamed two or three more times, followed by a brief period of silence. Gilbert's prick was beating in my fingers. It was as stiff and hard as a tree trunk. My open cunt was full of love-juices.
"Start again," demanded Suzy. "Fuck me again. Why are you stopping?"
"So I won't come," he answered.
"Come on, baby! Fuck me. Be brutal," Suzy demanded.
"He must have then began his animal rhythm, his cock pumping into Suzy's depths.
"Oh!" she stammered. "I'm going to come again. You can come too now. There's no risk at this time of the month, so don't worry. I want to feel you spurt into me."
"She began to gasp again. I could picture them so well that I seemed to see them as if I were by their side in their tent.
"Ah!" moaned Suzy. "I'm coming!"
"Her voice was unsteady, as if she were going to cry.
"Harder," she stuttered. "Ah! You're coming too. I can feel your cum."
"You feel it good?" said Albert.
"You...Yes. It's warm and sweet. My god!" Suzy cried.
"She yelled two or three times again. But she hadn't finished coming when Gilbert turned me over and straddled me. He weighted me down and stifled me a bit, but it was an agreeable weight, as I felt the head of his cock rub my open crack.
"Open your legs," he whispered. "I want to fuck you."
"No," I said drunkenly. But robbed of my will, I spread my thighs while he slid an arm under my hips and directed his cock at me with his other hand. I realized what was going to happen, but as I said, I was defenseless; and not only was I defenseless, but I was filled with a more violent desire than I had ever known.
"No," I repeated. "Leave me alone. I'm afraid."
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm afraid." Weakly, I tried to push him away. But this only seemed to add to his fever. He didn't answer. At the last moment, I tried to shut my legs together, to lock my knees. But I had no strength left.
"But no...Don't be afraid," he pleaded.
"He spoke to me as Roland had; he had said the same thing, but before butt fucking me. I remembered the sharp pain that I had felt when his cock entered my ass-hole, and it succeeded in terrifying me, but it was too late, Gilbert's cock was already at the entrance to my vagina.
"Now," he whispered. "I'm putting it in you. I'm going to make you a woman."
"I felt something big start to penetrate my cunt. As I was tight from fear, penetration was difficult. Gilbert pushed.
"Relax," he repeated. "Relax. Let yourself go."
"And suddenly, I felt torn and as if a dagger were slicing through me. I let out a scream, more from fright perhaps, than from pain.
"Mama!"
"Tears came to my eyes. I tried in vain to push the boy away. His brutal, hard cock continued to bury itself in me. It was a strange sensation, strangely similar to the one I'd imagined while fingering myself as a teenager. His cock plunged in slowly. I had the impression that it was filling my insides entirely, and I could feel it swell in spasms within me.
"I felt, after being torn, a sort of burning sensation, but it was certainly less painful, less disagreeable, and above all, less humiliating then when Roland had butt-fucked me. For I realized that this time, I was actually a woman and was only doing what all other women do. Even my mother had felt a cock enter her for a first time. And all other women I knew.
"It hurts," I cried, however. "It hurts."
"It's over baby, it's over," he said.
"Actually, his cock had gone all the way into my vagina and I could feel the rough hairs on his balls tickling me. He stopped moving for a few seconds. It seemed that his cock was swelling in my hurting pussy. I could no longer hear the passionate moans of our neighbors, and besides, I wasn't paying attention. Even if Albert was still fucking Suzy, if his cock was moving back and forth in a splendid rhythm in her pussy, I wouldn't have been able to realize it. My whole world was concentrated in my cunt. The earth could have burst and I wouldn't have noticed it.
"Gilbert began to move again. I felt his prick slide in my cunt, as if he were going to pull it out, but then he would plunge it back in again. His rhythm was slow and steady.
"It doesn't hurt anymore now, huh?" he asked.
"No," I answered. That was true. It hardly hurt at all. I only felt the slight troubled presence of a solid, warm object. It wasn't yet pleasure far from it but only the notion of pleasure.
"I want to make you come," panted Gilbert.
"I didn't answer. I kept on crying, but it was from nervousness. The long rod was searching deeper and deeper, harder and harder, and faster and faster. He had put his other hand under my ass and held me locked against him as if he wanted to penetrate even farther. I was no longer trying to push him away. Passive, I held him by the waist.
"Now he was panting harder and his breath was burning my neck. Suddenly, a new phenomenon developed within me. His cock suddenly swelled, then contracted, and then swelled again without losing its stiffness.
"Baby," he stammered.
"Then I knew what was happening, having already felt the like when Roland had butt-fucked me and spurted a warm flow into my ass-hole. But it was more serious in my vagina. Confused, I tried to push him away and beat his back with my little fists.
"No," I cried. "Get out! Get out!"
"But instead of pulling out, his stroking became furious. I began to cry.
"Mama!" I cried again, terrified.
"Gilbert finished at last and collapsed for an instant on top of me.
"Don't be afraid," he said. "Fortunately, it doesn't happen every time...."
"He finally pulled his cock from me. I put my hand on my sore pussy, and with the other arm crossed over my eyes, I kept on crying.
"This is the first time I've had a virgin," he murmured, bent over me wiping off his prick, which had become soft.
"And he was proud of himself, as though he'd just had a tremendous exploit. He leaned over and kissed me, but I turned away my head. I hated him now.
"I love you, you know," he said.
"At that moment, the door of his tent opened and Albert and Suzy appeared. They were laughing.
"What do we have here?" laughed Albert. "So this was the first time? Was it good? A good prick in your pussy, there's nothing like it.. . . We had a great time too. What a beautiful evening."
"Get the fuck out of here," Gilbert yelled.
"O.K. O.K. If you want to be like that," Albert said.
"Let's go wash up," said my lover when the others had gone off.
"Continually dabbing my tears, he led me to the sea, made me kneel, and tenderly washed my pussy off himself. The water seemed to put out the fire. I had an abominable night, full of anguish and remorse. I made the worst of Roland, who, it seemed, had dishonored me. I had just lost a flower that would never bloom again.
"The next day, I avoided Gilbert, who was very unhappy with my attitude. Eight days later, I returned home with my parents and the state of my health worried them. I ended up getting over it and, six months later, one afternoon when my parents were absent, I let a fifty year old salesman fuck me. Cured of fearing for my virginity, desire had returned. He fucked me in a rush, without undressing me, or even himself, on the couch. He had an enormous thing that penetrated and ejaculated in me.
"My little woman," he repeated over and over. "My little woman...."
"And it was with him that I came in my cunt for the first time. I never saw him again."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I've told you how I became a woman," said Simone. "It's your turn now. What I'd really like to hear are a man's memories. Come on, Raymond...."
Simone got up, crossed the room and filled the glasses with scotch. Now the autumn night had completely fallen. Raymond got up and took her by the waist, rubbing his hands over her ass. Simone made no response. Raymond undid her quickly, lowered her panties, uncovering her superb rotundities. He lifted them and kneaded them.
"How hard they are!" he said. "Marble! Your lovers must have gone out of their minds."
"No," answered Simone. "I prefer cocks in my pussy. You men can never know how good it feels. I think women even come better than men. The proof is in the fact that many of us come just looking at a cock, and faint at the moment of orgasm. Some, who have never seen a man, faint just looking at one in the nude. It's the presence of that frantic, silky-smooth cock that swells spasmodically."
Raymond, who had stripped her behind, continued to pet and massage there, sliding a finger into the crack and attaining her anus over her protesting. Then his finger slid between her thighs, finding her humid, hot vulva and, plunging inside.
"Stop!" gasped Simone. "I don't want to come any more. I'd rather hear the stories that you're going to tell."
"Come touch her, Sylvia," said Raymond. "See what a nice ass she has. A firm ass."
Sylvia approached, held out her hand and felt the lobes, while Simone, in apparent indifference, kept drinking.
"This is the first time I've touched a woman's ass," murmured Sylvia in an uneasy voice. "It's been since I left the boarding school, and we were only children then."
Simone freed herself suddenly, pulled up her panties, and rebuttoned her skirt.
"Tell your story, Raymond," she said, taking her place in her chair, her glass in her hand.
"I don't have many memories," began Raymond. "And they're very ordinary."
"The loss of virginity is never ordinary," said Simone. "It is for each one of us, the most outstanding memory. And for those who listen, it's always very exciting. You must tell us."
"I was twelve years old too," Raymond began. "And like you, I no longer remember how I learned what making love is. I knew only that a man mounts the woman who spreads her legs to accept his cock in her cunt. No doubt, it was my friends who told me about it. According to them, it was a terrific pleasure, so much the more for us kids since it was forbidden for us. So much the more also since, morning and night, my cock would stand out all stiff. It was full of shivers and shook its little head. Naturally, it wasn't as big as it is now.
"Neither do I know when and how, instinctively, I began to touch it, attracted by the shuddering sensations that I didn't try to explain. I noticed then that in caressing it, from the bottom to the top, I felt a pleasure which I confusedly thought forbidden. At that time, I couldn't yet ejaculate. It was only later at the moment of pleasure (which I obtained anyway) that a little cum began to flow from the head of my cock.
"As I already knew by now, from my little friends, all the mysteries of making love, I was very proud. From then on, I was a man, so I thought. And I began to regard girls with more serious attention. I tried to imagine them naked. I would have liked to touch their tits and their pussies, which, I had been told, were covered with hairs, but I'd dare not risk it, though the girls my age were already secreting love-juices as much as I got hard, and would have certainly consented.
"I found out about their willingness later, when I had more experience and noticed their enticing smiles, their inexplicable blushing, and their glassy stares at my crotch. And every night, I'd masturbate while thinking of one of them.
"Then, the next summer, my father being particularly tired, my parents decided to spend their vacation in the country rather than at the beach. That's how we rented a place in the little village of Lot. I was free and had no friends, but I was never bored; I would wander about the fields and the woods.
"One day, I suddenly arrived at a clearing and stood motionless in a stupor. There was, before me, laying in the grass, a girl from the village whom I knew well. She was naked to the navel, her legs spread in the position my friends had described. A man was mounting her. He had lowered his pants down to his knees, and I could see his ass and the back of his hairy thighs. He was handling the girl powerfully, burying his cock rhythmically in her. I saw it emerge from time to time, glistening with the secretion of her pussy. She turned her head and spotted me. Frightened, I started to flee.
"-No! Stay!" she said smiling. "Stay, little Raymond. Enjoy it. Watch."
"The man looked at me, then again hid his face against Caroline's neck. He was indifferent to my presence, or else his desire was too overpowering for he continued with his labors.
"The girl didn't take her eyes off me. "It excites you, huh, little one? Your little prick must be all hard." She spoke with a low, thick voice that I didn't recognize as hers.
"I was only two yards from the couple, and I watched all their movements. It was impressive, full of a sort of majesty. I watched the man's huge cock, bigger than I'd ever imagined, especially in comparison to mine, move to and fro in Caroline's pussy. I never would have imagined her pussy to be like that either. I'd seen little girls' pussies, miniscule and hairless on their already bulging crotches. But this one appeared so big to me, so furry.
"Oh! It feels so good," she moaned, placing her hands on the boy's ass. T like you to watch us. It makes me feel weird. It makes me even more turned on." She was thrusting her hips slowly. And her stomach and chest would empty and swell, in turn, and come into contact with the man's body. From time to time she would lock him against her so hard that I couldn't see his cock.
"Petrified, I dared not move. The girl writhed and twisted beneath the man's pounding, which was becoming more rapid, more enraged. She was panting, but her stare was always fixed on me, even through her half-closed eyelids.
"Show it to me," she whispered. "Unzip yourself.
Show me your little cock."
Her partner was scarcely jealous. He had no inhibitions. He was completely intent on his bestial pleasure. I signaled no with my head.
"Then take your hand from your pocket. You're holding it so I can't see it," she ordered.
"I obeyed, and immediately, a protuberance swelled my pants.
"You see, you're hard. Come over here, and get on your knees. I want to touch it."
"His face was covered with sweat, and she was panting louder and louder. In spite of everything, scared, I didn't budge. However, God knows why, I felt like taking my cock out and masturbating in front of this spectacle! But it was as if I were paralyzed.
"Ah!" exclaimed Caroline. "I'm going to come. Faster Alphonse. Faster." She had a weak voice, almost like that of a little girl on the verge of tears. "Ah! That's it!" she groaned. "Oh! Baby...Baby...."
"Her hips were violently thrusting now, and her fingers were scratching at him.
"Oh! Raymond. Look! I'm coming! Oh, how I'm coming!"
"She suddenly arched, and let out a loud moan. The man must have come too for his breath was unbearably fast and he also moaned. Then their rhythm subsided and Caroline collapsed in his arms. They were spent and satiated. They remained motionless, and I wondered if they'd be stuck together like dogs. But the man got up. I saw his flaccid cock, soiled with love-juice, emerge from the girl's hole.
"I turned quickly and ran away. That night, I masturbated three times, remembering the great things I had seen that day. I reproached myself for my timidity. I should have gone to their side, and Caroline would have jerked me off. I promised myself to try to run into her again. She would surely be a girl who I could easily get to initiate me. I imagined plunging my cock into her pussy and bouncing on her, as the man had done earlier. Obviously, I wasn't as strong as he and didn't know if I could succeed at making her come as well as he had. I didn't yet know that pleasure is but a question of the imagination since there are many women who come just by watching a naked man, without touching or being touched.
"Thus, I tried to meet Caroline again. But she was never alone. And the time that I finally ran into her alone, at the corner of a street, I dared not say anything. I just blushed. She noticed the bulge in my pants and burst out laughing. Naturally, I should have been bolder and approached her. Instead of doing that, though, I fled like an imbecile.
CHAPTER EIGHT
(Sylvia refilled their glasses again. She went over to close the curtains on the night and turned on a single lamp in the corner of the room. The half-light augmented the light fuzziness and the euphoria produced by the whiskey. Everything was wonderful, and prudisliness was but a sad and useless word. Sylvia sat down again and undid her blouse, exposing her magnificent, round breasts, which she began to caress, while Raymond continued with his story.)
"For two years," he said, "I didn't have the slightest adventure. It's true that I was too timid to seek one. Then, that year, I fell sick and when I had come back a bit, my parents sent me to convalesce during the Easter vacation at Lot. I was to stay at the house of a farmer whose acquaintance they had made, since there was no question of my being alone in the big house they'd rented before. I was happy about their decision. I would see Caroline, and I promised myself that I'd fuck her this time.
"I jerked myself off imagining being on top of her with my cock deep in her pussy. It must have been a terrific thought, since when I came, the pleasure had never before been so intense. What would it be like to have my cock clothed in the humid warmth of Caroline's cunt? But it wasn't long before I was disappointed; Caroline had married, and seemed very serious. At any rate, she wasn't provocative with me as she used to be.
"I was more mature, now, and I thought that I was going to die of boredom in that out-of-the-way lost place without interesting girls or boys. They had given me a bedroom in the right wing of the building. And in order to get there, I had to cross the maid's room. A robust woman of thirty years, she had huge breasts and a wide ass. She would wait till I had retired in my room before she would go to bed.
"This feminine presence all around me, didn't exactly put me at ease, especially when I heard her undress and lie on the squeaky mattress. One night, I couldn't control myself. I got up as stealthily as a fox and put my eye against the keyhole, my heart beating. I had never seen a woman naked. I had only seen Caroline's pussy, and that was so long ago that the memory was beginning to escape me. At the keyhole, I watched a strip-tease that was all the more erotic since the maid wasn't aware that I was watching.
"My mouth shut, I saw Franchon lift her dress up over her head. For a moment I feared that she'd leave on her slip, but it wasn't long before she removed it. Franchon was wearing only a bra and panties. Her stomach was flat and muscular, naturally bronzed. She was a thick-set girl, but had a harmonious, proportioned form like a painting by Maillot. My heart was beating and I was impatient. It seemed like Franchon had guessed my presence behind the door, and was hesitating to strip completely.
"She pulled off her bra then, decidedly, and her big breasts appeared with their tawny circles. That was the first time I'd seen a woman's chest, except in photographs. But this was different as it was living flesh. I had such a hard-on that I undid my pants, took out my cock and fondled it slowly. Good god! When would she take off her panties! She did so immediately. She turned her back to me to slide the flimsy panties off over her ankles, showing me her powerful ass with its large muscular buttocks, which were hard as stone, I could also see at the bottom of her crack, a little tuff of dark hairs that shadowed her pussy.
"She straightened up and remained motionless for a minute. I guessed that she had taken her breasts in her hands and was massaging them. Wouldn't she turn around? I was going crazy I was so anxious to see the other side of her body. She turned slowly, showing me her profile. She had a brutal beauty with her huge, arrogant breasts, her flat stomach that dipped down to her pussy, and the firmness of her strong buttocks and the back above. I held my breath. She passed her hands over her thighs languidly. I was so hard that it was almost painful. It was the first time I'd seen a nude woman, and I was impressed by its queenliness. It was really a divine spectacle for me because it was new, unprecedented.
"My eyes didn't leave the center of her body, the fluffy forest that surrounded her dark pink crack and the smooth flesh outside of the triangle. I no longer worried whether she suspected my presence and whether she was purposely posing like this. In fact, she seemed to be examining herself, admiring her body and verifying its details. Then, suddenly, she put on a night gown. She jumped on her bed and turned off the light.
"I went back to mine, my head spinning and throat dry, and began to jerk myself off. Franchon wasn't sleeping any more than I because I could hear her bed creaking. She must have been tossing and turning. I imagined her nude under her nightgown. I would have given anything to be next to her, to slide my hands over her body, a woman's body something I had never touched.
"All at once, the creaking of her mattress took on an inexplicable sort of rhythm. I didn't understand what was going on and listened intently while jerking off. I held my breath so I could hear this phenomenon better. It lasted a few minutes, then Franchon moaned softly. I was worried, thinking she was ill. Then the moans terminated in a sort of sob. Everything came back to order, the mattress no longer grated, and silence reigned. I was too naive to even guess that this robust girl, deprived of making love, had just brought herself to an orgasm by fingering herself. It was her hips thrusting that made the mattress creak. And her sobs were the manifestations of her orgasm.
"The next day, when I went down, Franchon had been up for a long time. Everyone had left to do their chores, and I was alone with her.
While serving me breakfast, she looked at me smiling. "Did you sleep well?" she asked.
"Yes.... And you?" I answered.
"I always sleep well. I'm tired out by nightfall."
"The day passed uneventfully. I was looking forward to return to my observations later that night. Although she had hidden nothing of her body and though I knew it well since I had been only a few feet away, I had no hope of ever being able to touch it. And then, there were the mysterious moans and sobs. The matter wouldn't be cleared up till that night when I could see. What an imbecile I was! I should have remembered Caroline when, two years before, she had been fucked in the woods. She, too, groaned under the thrusts inflicted by her lover. I knew now that Franchon had fingered herself the night before and that the creaking of the mattress was due to the thrusting of her hips, and that the moans were moans of pleasure. The thought that had just struck me turned me on.
"Franchon was thirty, a woman in her prime, and she wasn't getting any sex. She was divorced, and in this hamlet, it was impossible for her to find a man. The men were married, and the three eligible youths were idiots. So she fingered her pussy, and satisfied herself that way.
"My spirits were perked up. As usual, I went to my room first, undressed, and waited for Franchon to retire. Then I got up and set my eye to the keyhole as I had done the night before, trying to make the least noise possible, and holding my breath. As she had done before, Franchon took off her dress, and as before, seemed to hesitate. I had lifted my night shirt and had taken my cock into my hand. Then, astonishingly, something unforeseen, shocking, happened. In two steps, Franchon was at my door, threw it open, and I found myself face to face with her, still holding my stiff cock in my hand. I recoiled astounded.
"Little pig," she said with a smile. "You were watching me undress, huh?"
"No," I said feebly.
"Don't lie. I thought you were! Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before? It's O.K. I'm not mad at you," she said.
"No," I squeaked.
"It interests you, huh?" she demanded. "I had to let go of my prick, which had shrunk in terror.
"And you know what should happen to little boys who watch naked women?"
"I'm not a little boy!" I protested. "I'm going on fifteen."
"That merits a spanking," she said. "A good spanking on your bare end. And I'm going to give it to you." "No!" I cried in humiliation."
"But yes. All the more since I'm convinced that you watched me last night too, and since I was completely nude. Don't tell me you didn't see me. Come on, the spanking..."
"No."
"But she was stronger than I. She seized me, sat on the bed, put me across her knees, and lifting my night shirt, began to spank without hurting me. But I was dying of shame.
"You have a handsome ass," she murmured while sliding her hand over me trying to massage away any pain she had caused.
"She stood me up in front of her. "And after all, you're just like all other boys. Only, for that, you must wait until you're a man. Let's see if you're already a man.
"Holding me still, she lifted my night shirt, unveiling my cock. "Oh, yes!" she said. "You are a man. A little man, but a man just the same. You have hair around your cock and on your balls."
"Her hand lifted my balls, then touched my flaccid prick, which under her touch, began to swell. "You like this, huh? I bet that you were touching yourself a little while ago when you were watching me. But it was stiffer than this. It's much prettier when it's hard."
"I was still embarrassed, but she was nimble and the pleasure she was giving me was making me forget my humiliation.
"You see how it's getting hard. You've never been touched by a woman? And you've never touched a woman?" she asked.
"No." I admitted.
"That appeared to turn her on. After all," she said, "you're almost at the age. I was also fourteen when a man fucked me for the first time. He was a friend of my father's and was about fifty. His cock was three times the size of yours. You like this caressing, don't you?"
"Yes." I said, my heart pounding.
"Only it's not nice enough. It's like a baby's. Wait. We'll fix that."
"Delicately, she bent over the head of my cock which was still small and pink like a raspberry. Then she took it in her mouth and began to suck it. It was very sensitive and her tongue really tickled. She straightened up, took me into her arms, and plunged her tongue into my mouth. Panting, I closed my eyes, under this unknown spell.
"You turn me on, you little bastard," she said in a strange voice. "I'm all juicy and open."
"Her hand continued to jerk me off slowly. "Wait," she said, "since you've already seen me naked, it doesn't matter. You're going to see me and even touch me."
"She rid herself of her uniform, then her bra, and then her panties, and was nude before me. She took me into her arms. "Hug me against you," she said.
"Her flesh was warm and soft with desire. I no longer knew where I was. It was, for me, a first and delicious experience.
"No cheating," she said. "I want to see you naked too.
"She pulled my night shirt over my head and threw it on the chair. I was rather embarrassed before her in the raw. She pulled me to her again and kissed me lightly on the neck.
"Feel my tits," she said.
"It was a strange sensation to feel those firm balloons of flesh with their pointed nipples tickling my palm.
"You're really hard now. I feel your little cock against me," she said. "In a little while, I'm going to teach you how to make love. But touch me everywhere. Pet my ass too."
"Her large buttocks, as I had presupposed, were firm and smooth.
"-Put your finger in my crack," she ordered. "Oh! It feels good!"
"Her hand had taken my cock again, but her grip scarcely grazed it, and that was better yet. Then from time to time she'd fondle my balls.
"-Put your hand in my pussy now." She had spread her legs and she directed my hand. My fingers met, amid a forest of hair, a humid, moist grotto, a hardened clit, and a fleshy crack. This unknown, unsuspected contact had a prodigious effect on me. I seemed to have been entering an unknown world, the world of adults.
"Come," said Franchon. "I'm going to let you see my pussy. I know that there are prettier ones, but I'm sure that mine will please you. And besides, I know how to use it. It does the job well; you'll see."
"She stretched herself out across my bed, her legs spread wide, exposing to my view her stiff clitoris between her cuntal lips above the rumpled hole of her vagina. A powerful, musky odor rose from her. She was all wet, juicy, and pink.
"You see how open it is?" said Franchon. "It's because you turn me on so much. I want it. It's been ten months since a man has fucked me. And when I think that you're a virgin, I get even more turned on. I've never been with a virgin in my life. Simply because I've never tried. Young boys don't ask much. They're not like little girls who are always afraid."
"And you, were you afraid the first time?" I asked.
"Yes. Especially since I didn't know what was happening," she said.
"Becoming bold, I had put my finger into her crack and was masturbating her.
"I was so surprised by that attack," she said, "that I couldn't defend myself. . . Besides, I didn't have the time to see his cock. He had pushed me down in the straw. Before, of course, he had petted me and had taken off my panties. I didn't really begin to be afraid until he got on top of me and I felt the head of his cock against my vulva. I tried to struggle and began to cry.
"Quiet," he repeated. "Quiet!"
"He gave a thrust with the hips and I felt a dagger stab into me between my legs. Something enormous was burying itself in me, penetrating deeper. I've seen lots of other cocks since then, but none as big as that one. It was certainly not the right one to be deflowered by. He pulled out to come, and when he ejaculated, he spurted it all over my sore pussy. Oh! You men have all the luck. You never suffer...On the contrary...You'll see in a little while. Put your finger into my cunt. It's lower. The little hole." My finger plunged into a hole that was smaller than I had supposed. It was a deep cavern, moist and hot like hell.
"Turn it in me. Oh! It feels delicious! You're still awkward, but it feels good just the same."
"I stopped suddenly and straightened up. My cock was as stiff as a rod of steel. I wanted to lay on Franchon.
"You want me to fuck you, now?"I said. "If not, I think I'm going to come." That wasn't exactly true.
"That would be too bad," she said quickly.
"She stood up, took me in her arms and we fell on the bed. I lay on her. I felt the sweetness and softness of her plain body. I held my arms around her and felt her tits crushed against my chest. She spread her thighs, took my cock, and directed it to her gaping cunt. Left to myself, I wondered if I would have been able to find the hole because even though I had seen it just a while ago, I situated myself too high.
"Push!" she said.
"And my cock slid into a juicy and burning slot. It was so deep that all of my cock was in.
"It's long, even if it is thin," sighed Franchon. "It's way up in me. Move now. Fuck me. Fuck me good."
"She hadn't needed to tell me. Outside of seeing Caroline's partner go through the motions, I think they are instinctive. It was a fantastic feeling that made me lose complete perspective of time, of place, and even of self. My prick moved back and forth through the narrow passage that tenderly hugged it. Franchon wrapped herself around me. She began to gasp and move her hips slowly. Her chest, under mine, swelled and deflated in turn. I had slid my hands under her back and had buried my face in her neck.
"Don't stop," she whispered. "I love this! It seems like it's been a century. I feel your cock deep inside. And your little balls against my ass when you push in."
"Gradually, the shivers coursing through my body became more powerful. Franchon twisted beneath me and worked over my ass and my hips.
"Oh!" she stammered. "It's coming. Go faster."
"I obeyed.
"It's too good. I'm holding back because I don't want to come and end this. Hold yourself back too," she said. I made an effort to hold back, forcing myself, when I thought I would come, to think of something else. I ended up stopping moving to keep from coming. Suddenly, Franchon stopped luxuriating.
"No," she moaned. "Don't stop. Keep on."
"My cock began its former cadence, and the pleasure mounted dangerously high in me.
"Ah! Now! Come too! Come!" she said.
"I abandoned myself in total intoxication.
"Oh, I feel you," she said. "I feel you!" She held her thighs tightly around mine and threw her legs towards the ceiling. At the same time, her vagina locked around my cock. Franchon threw her head back, arched, stiffened and cried out like a wounded animal, while my last spurt of cum jumped into her.
"Naturally, I felt, in my eyes, proud of having passed this delicious test. Franchon had given herself furiously and I had overwhelmed her with a pleasure that seemed unequaled, for even Caroline hadn't, in my view, come as well when she was fucked by that unknown guy. I remained motionless on her and let my prick soften in her cunt. When she came to her senses, I held her against me, and kissed her. But this time, it was I who plunged my tongue in her mouth, as she had taught me just a moment before. I was very proud of myself, when unfortunately, she deflated my ego.
"It isn't that you have a big cock and I like big cocks nor that you use it well, but that will come...It's undoubtedly the idea of your being a virgin, that your cock for the first time entered a woman's pussy. I suppose it's the same for men with girls, although I think that there's nothing fun about deflowering a virgin." She gathered her clothes and went back to her bedroom.
"I would have liked to spend the night with you, to sleep with you in my arms, but we'd better be careful. The bosses live at the other end of the house and can't hear anything, but you never know. We'll do it again tomorrow."
"She shut her door, and this time, I heard no mattress creaking. She had no need to finger herself; she was satisfied. But I didn't sleep the whole night. I had a constant hard-on, thinking of what had happened. And I was filled with an imbecilic pride. At two o'clock in the morning, I could no longer restrain myself. I got up and went into Franchon's room. It was lit by a ray of moonlight. Naked, I slid into bed with the young woman and took her into my arms.
"She jumped awake. "Huh? What is this?" she muttered in a sleepy voice.
"I held her tight against me and my prick almost went in her ass since her back was turned to me.
"Oh! It's you," she murmured. "You're crazy!"
"She turned around. I closed her mouth with a kiss and got on top of her while she stretched out like a cat.
"Ah!" she whispered. "It's fun to wake up like thatby contact with a stiff cock. You want to fuck me again, huh?"
"Yes," I said.
"I had the intention of taking control now. "Spread your legs," I ordered.
"But she wasn't turned on yet and her pussy was dry and closed. I took hold of my prick anyway and pointed toward her cunt. She shuddered when I penetrated her.
"I see you've profited by my lesson, baby," she murmured while wrapping her arms around my neck. "It's good like this, being half asleep. And how hard and stiff your cock is. Push it in good."
"This time the pleasure didn't arrive as fast. I fucked her ardently, twisting my hips so that my cock rubbed everywhere inside of her vagina, as my finger had before.
"You lied to me," she reproached. "You weren't a virgin."
"I swear, I was!" I said.
"Then who taught you how to do it like that, like the Arabs?"
"I don't know. It's instinctive."
"I don't give a damn, anyway. God, it's good! I'm going to come soon. You must come at the same time I do, or else it'll hurt me," she said.
"She thrust her hips at first slowly, and then speeded up.
"Now! Baby!" she stammered. "Now!"
"I unbridled myself and sent a spurting of cum into her. However, she didn't come as violently as the first time. I pulled my cock from her cunt, and rested a moment beside her. When I got back to my room she was already back asleep and didn't hear me leaving. This time I didn't need to masturbate to calm myself to sleep.
"The next day, it rained and everyone stayed in the house. Except for two or three looks that were understandable to no one but ourselves, everything went normally. I had forgotten Caroline, and I think that I got harder more often. The more you make love, the more you want to do it. At one moment, I succeeded in taking her hand as she was walking by. "Will you come in again tonight?" I asked.
"Yes. Shoo
"I waited for her, naked in my bed, my cock stiff, and I avoided touching myself to conserve all my sexual power. She entered my room. "Stay lying down," she said. "As I hadn't heard her come, I had remained stretched out on my bed."
"She approached, bent over me, offered me her lips and then her kisses descended down my neck and the length of my body. When her lips reached my lower stomach, they tickled me so much that it made me jump and start. Then she reached my crotch. She straightened up and hurriedly took off her clothes.
"Why are you keeping your panties on?" I asked. "You're going to be disappointed," she answered. "I have my period. You probably don't know what that is." "Yes," I said.
"Thus, I had finally found out the explanation for the sweet odor which was emanating from her, that had surprised me in other women, and that had been until now, a mystery for me.
"But don't worry, I'll make you come anyway," she said. "Especially since you're so young." She spread out beside me on the bed, her head towards the foot of the bed. "You can still stroke my breasts," she said, "if that excites you."
"In this position, they were hanging, but they hadn't lost any of their firmness, which was augmented by her passion. She began again to lick my stomach lightly, making me arch and jerk. Then she went down and lost herself in my hairs. I didn't say anything, but savored everything with impatience. I knew she would wind up sucking me as she had done the other night. Soon enough, her pointed tongue massaged my cock, licking from the bottom to the top, neglecting the head.
"Take it in your mouth," I begged. "Suck it."
"She purposely made me suffer, titillating all but the head of my cock. "You like this, huh, you little bastard? I like it too!"
"Suddenly, she encircled my cock with her fingers and enveloped the end of it in her mouth. I buckled with pleasure. Her mouth was a hot and wet abyss, albeit not as tight as her pussy, and therefore, not as fun. But her tongue went into action, and her head began to move up and down while I began to move my hips. At times, almost my whole cock was taken into her mouth. She stopped to catch her breath, and darted her tongue over the tip of my prick.
"Continue," I murmured. "Keep sucking me."
"You're going to come fine. You'll see. And I think
I'm going to come too, I'm so turned on."
"She continued her task, sucking with all her might as if she wanted to take in my cum. I could already feel shivers run through my body. My balls were pressing up against me as if they wanted to explode into my abdomen, and at the ends of my open legs, my toes were spread. I was panting hard and my chest was heaving. My cock was going crazy in this vampire's mouth.
"I'm going to come," I said, warning her.
"I was afraid she'd be mad if I spurted cum into her throat. But she paid no attention to my warning and kept on sucking me. Unbelievable shocks were charging through my body. And all my actions now independent from my will, I unleashed the flood. Franchon hesitated a moment, in surprise, then went on pumping as I came.
"At the same time, undistinguishable moans were coming from this mouth that was glued to my cock, and I knew that she too was coming as her whole body shook. She didn't leave my cock until it began to grow soft. She ran to the sink, spit, and rinsed out her mouth, but I'm convinced that she couldn't have helped but swallow quite a bit anyway.
"You see," she said coming back, T came too. Undoubtedly because I want you so much. You know, the first night you were hiding behind the door? I suspected you were there. That's why I undressed so slowly and remained naked so long. It made me really turned on to think you were watching me."
"And you masturbated," I said.
"How did you know?"
"I didn't understand right away, but I heard your mattress springs grating-as when fucking. And then, you didn't stop yourself from moaning and sobbing.
"You're right," she said. T fingered myself thinking of you. I wanted you so much. Making yourself come does the trick, but it doesn't compare to having a cock in you. Few men know that women think like that."
"You told me I fucked you like an Arab. Have you fucked an Arab?"
"No. A girl who had done so told me about it. But no one ever did it to me before you. Since then, I've even wanted to make it with you more than before. Just thinking about you putting your cock in me, rubbing my insides, makes my panties all wet. Yesterday, for example, if I had been alone, I would have fingered myself again.
"For several days, I couldn't fuck her. But she was a very resourceful girl. The following night, she lay on her back and squeezed her huge breasts against one another, creating a narrow valley between them. "Put your cock in between them," she said. I slid my cock between her tits. It was really delicious and exquisite to come into contact with her fresh and satiny skin. I was on top of her and my balls were rubbing against her ribs.
"It feels good," she said. "You like it?"
"I do, yes..." I ended up coming right in her face, but she didn't seem at all disgusted. And during the five days that she was indisposed, she came to me every night, bringing me off either between her tits or in her mouth. Nothing that I did was repugnant to her, probably because I was so young. She admitted that it was the first time she'd had anyone come between her tits.
Next morning, the sun was bursting over the countryside when I went down.
"We'll be alone for a few hours," said Franchon, "and my period is over."
"Hearing this made me get a hard on. I wanted to take her to my room.
"No," she said. "If anyone should come in, they would suspect something. We'll go to the cellar instead."
"When we got there, she pulled up her dress. She wasn't wearing any underpants, and was naked up to her belly button. "Look," she said. "I prepared for you."
"But how are we going to do it? On the ground? It's so dirty and cold."
"No. Look. You'll see." She bent over a barrel, supporting herself with her two hands. With a sudden gesture, she threw up her dress over her back, exposing her ass to my view.
"This way, if we hear anything or anyone coming, we can have everything in order immediately. Give it to me, baby," she demanded.
"In the ass?" I said.
"No! In my cunt. It's called making love dog style. You'll see how good it goes in."
"She spread her legs. I took out my cock and after a bit of fumbling around, buried it in her cunt. She stifled a pleasureful scream. "Ah!" she said. "It's going in so well. It can go in almost two inches farther this way."
"The position was rather bestial and I wasn't that enthusiastic about it, but Franchon really seemed to like it as she began to shake.
"You're reaching so deep inside me," she murmured.
"I had slipped my hands under her arms and grabbed her tits, kneading them. Crouching above her, I was pounding my cock in her while she moaned under each forward thrust.
"It's so good," she whispered. "I don't think I could get along without you and your little cock. Let's come together."
"As for me, I was already feeling my orgasm coming on.
"You're going to come," she stammered, T can feel it. Your cock is swelling and jerking."
"Now!" I groaned. "Take everything. . . " I spurted warm jets of cum into her.
"She screamed and jerked, throwing her head back. She was so turned on that she swayed on her legs, almost wrenching my obstinate prick from her. But I continued to poke her. I stopped when I began to get soft. I pulled it out, and it was sticky and covered with vaginal secretion and cum. She straightened up and turned to me.
"I think that you came more than usual," she said. "Look. It's coming out." Actually, her hairs were matted down and some cum was even dribbling down her thighs. "Give me your handkerchief," she said.
"It was time. The farmers were already coming back. I never knew how after such an experience, Franchon could find such composure and act as if nothing had happened. Later she taught me to make her come by licking her pussy. The flow of juices from her didn't bother me a bit. I've never seen a woman secrete so much since.
Again, the whiskey flowed into their glasses, and the bottle appeared to be greatly diminished.
"Your turn, Sylvia," Simone said. "We've all confessed, now it's your turn." Their eyes were sparkling and their cheeks were red. Their excitement wasn't from just the whiskey. They began to regain their strength, and in his pants, Raymond's cock began to take on a promising size.
"It's embarrassing," murmured Sylvia. "I'm a little ashamed."
"Ashamed?" laughed Simone. "Just a little while ago, you jerked off Raymond in front of me, and you petted my ass. And we've all told how we fucked for the first time. This is just between us, you know."
"I mean," murmured the young woman, "it happened in such an ugly way."
"Tell us...And first, where did it happen?"
"In the country. For us young Parisians, the country is more dangerous than the city. One is freer and can hide easier. And besides, when you go to the country, it's usually summer or spring, when making love is in the air. And when you're in the country, you find an unaccustomed liberty. Everything appears simple and without consequence. My Grandparents had a villa at Pres des Bois, on the banks of the Loire, and my parents built one for themselves, not far from there, where we'd spend all our vacations. We were isolated and I was relatively free. No one asked me to account for the way I spent my time, at least during the day. So I would feel free to take walks or go swimming in the Loire.
"I was fifteen and a virgin. I was hardly obsessed by the problems of making love. Of course, I would masturbate sometimes at night, as we all do, but not in excess. My Uncle Victor would often come in the house when we were there. He was my mother's youngest brother, and a bachelor at thirty. He lived with my grandparents. I must say, actually, that he visited us almost every day. Girls have intuition, and in spite of my innocence, I realized there was something strange about the way he would look at me and smile, and the way he would kiss me on the side of my mouth.
"One day, I was wearing a dress that was very low-cut. I bent down to straighten up something. When I stood up again, my uncle's face was serious and his hands were trembling. I learned later that he was beginning to get hard. But I already knew that he had seen my breasts, and even my nipples. Evidently, he really desired me. With another girl, he probably wouldn't have hesitated. I didn't care for him at all, for family reasons, and even his slimy presence bothered me. The more he tried to be with me, the more I avoided him.
"It was, then, during one of my solitary walks, that I met Jeannot. He was seventeen, a year older than I, and also from Paris. He was absolutely beautiful, with large, sullen and dark eyes, and a sensitive face. His mouth was narrow, but his lips were full and soft. We began to meet each other secretly. Teenagers adore secrets.
"One balmy evening, naturally, as we were sitting by the river, he took me in his arms and kissed me. It was the first time I'd felt a boy's tongue slip into my mouth. It made me lose my head so much that I fell back in the grass. I didn't notice that he was unbuttoning my blouse. I only became wary when he put his hand on my naked breast and began to caress it gently. Never had a man touched me like this, and it made my head spin. I let myself go. My pussy was partly open and moist. My chest was heaving. I'd never felt anything like it. But when his hand passed down my body and up under my skirt, I trembled and pushed him away.
"No." I said. "Leave me alone."
"Haven't you ever done this?" asked Jeannot.
"No. Have you?"
"Why yes...with a twenty five year old cousin. She's married. She devirginized me one day when her husband was out. We were together several times after that," he said.
"I didn't love Jeannot, but desired him as I would have desired any boy that had been the first to pet me.
"Why don't you want me to touch you," he asked. "It won't hurt you." "I absolutely refused.
"Night sometimes brings bad advice. I was so turned on by what had happened with Jeannot that I fingered myself several times before I fell asleep.
"The next day we met at a little clearing. He undid my blouse, as the night before, but this time he completely exposed my breasts. I felt his head against my stiffening nipples. It almost made me drunk it felt so good. I felt his hard on against my thigh through his pants.
"Have you ever seen a boy?" he asked. He undid himself and pulled out a long cock which at the time, appeared enormous and frightened me a bit. But I couldn't take my eyes off this thing I'd dreamed of and finally was discovering. He lifted my skirt, and I felt his warm body against my thigh; it made me shudder.
"Spread your legs," he murmured, slipping his hand between them.
I had made up my mind to let myself go the night before. After all, what did I have to lose? I trembled when his hand, after taking off my panties, rested on my pussy. Then I abandoned myself.
"How pretty it is!" gasped Jeannot. "It's prettier than my cousin's. Smaller, at least. Let me see it."
"No," I said.
"But yes. You've seen me!" he pleaded.
"As if that was a good reason. I gave in once more and he pulled my underpants completely down. For a long time, he just stared at my fuzzy hairs, my open pussy with its little clit. Then he put in his finger and began to caress me softly. His cousin had taught him well, for he was good at it. Panting, I began to arch, and thrust my hips forward. It was much better than when I did it to myself. I didn't take long to come.
"Touch me too," he said.
"As I didn't move, he took my reticent hand, and wrapped my fingers around his cock. This unknown feeling, contact with his prick, overwhelmed me.
"Jerk me off...Let's masturbate each other. It feels good doesn't it?"
"Yes," I said.
"His hand set mine into a slow to and fro movement, which turned me on no end.
"I let out a scream of terror. Uncle Victor suddenly appeared, seized Jeannot by the collar and stood him up.
"Let me alone," stammered Jeannot. "We haven't done anything."
"Standing with his pants open and his cock out, he looked ridiculous.
"Nothing, huh," said my uncle, hitting him on the face. "Jeannot rubbed the tears from his sensitive eyes, which reflected his terror.
"Dress and get out of here, you hear! And I never want to see you again."
"I had put my skirt back on, but couldn't put on the panties that Jeannot had taken off me. Sitting, I tried to cover my little tits, to button my blouse. Jeannot turned on his heels and fled, running.
"You! Stay where you are," said my uncle, who had a terrible look on his face. "Did he already fuck you?"
"No," I whimpered.
"After what I heard, I think he did. And no one else before him ever did it to you?"
"No." I cried. "That was the first time I saw a boy's thing."
"That's it," I thought to myself disheartened. I'm no longer a virgin. I would have liked it to have been a boy that I liked that did it to me for the first time. It seemed that my life was ruined, and I kept sobbing, clutched by the burning pain inflicted on me by my uncle's cock.
"Dirty brat," he moaned. "You are a virgin. And it's all for me. For me..."
"His enormous organ completely filled me up. Then he suddenly pulled himself from my murdered cunt, and I felt a warm liquid spurt over my stomach. He finished at last, fell on me for a few moments, then got up. I stayed motionless, my legs spread, murdered, crucified, while he wiped his cock and put it back in his pants. Then I jumped up and bolted away, running and forgetting my underpants. My Uncle Victor was right: I'd never tell anyone about this misfortune. But he never, never fucked me again.
"O.K., then I'm going to," laughed Raymond, who had taken out his cock again. He pulled Sylvia to him and pulled up her skirt. But she struggled.
"No!" she protested. Not in front of Simone.
"Why not in front of Simone? She just fingered herself in front of you a while ago. And you jerked me off in front of her."
"No. I'm ashamed."
"You'll do it anyway." Roughly, he threw the young woman onto the couch. But she struggled, and wiggled, and continued to protest. It was obvious that her protests weren't feigned, and that excited Raymond even more. Men always love to force women. He was holding her down, but her knees were obstinately locked.
"No," she said. "Not now. Later. I'll do whatever you want. I'll suck you. But not in front of her.
Raymond wondered if he'd ever get his way when an unexpected ally came to his side. Simone held down Sylvia's arm, and to keep her quiet, she covered Sylvia's mouth with her own and slid in her tongue, forcing through the locked jaws. Raymond succeeded in spreading Sylvia's long legs apart, and he knelt between them with his mouth attached to his wife's pussy. Simone could see his tongue probing deep into her cunt and flicking over her clitoris. Sylvia relaxed, and let her pleasure overcome her shame.
Simone, extremely excited by the spectacle of her friends' ecstasy, moved until her cunt straddled Sylvia's face. The wanton Sylvia immediately forced open Simone's gash and inserted her lively tongue into it.
Raymond began to labor seriously on his wife's clitoris, causing the woman to writhe and moan with abandon. Simone felt Sylvia's tongue running wild inside her cunt, and began to race toward her own climax. As Raymond licked Sylvia's clit furiously, she emitted a series of high pitched yelps that were muffled by her attention to Simone's pussy. She arched up off the bed, shrieked, and fell back, spent; but she continued to mouth Simone's flaming cunt until the girl, who was squatting awkwardly over her partner, jerked and twisted with the intensity of her own climax. Raymond relished the sight of Simone's orgasm, as her face contorted with ecstasy and her grunting filled him with desire.
Sylvia suddenly pulled her husband on top of her and guided his cock into her pussy. With a few quick strokes, Raymond shot his cum into her, and the trio of friends completed their satisfaction.
Later that evening, as Raymond prepared to depart for his job as projectionist at a local cinema house, Simone returned to her apartment, bestowing on each of her friends an affectionate kiss, and securing a promise from them that they would get together the following evening and exchange more adventures.
MYRTHE
Serge Ralph
CHAPTER ONE
Solange writhed in her bed like a wounded snake. Despite the windows opening onto the sea, despite the lateness of the hour, the heat was oppressive. And since the previous evening when she had arrived at Collioure, the temperature, even at night, had not ceased to climb.
She lay naked in the room, hoping for a breeze from the sea. She had kicked away the covers and felt a strange anxiety growing within her...the anxiety one always feels at the approach of sensual feeling.
She placed an excited hand upon her pubis, massaging it gently until the lips parted, moistened with desire.
This evening there had been something in the air, something violently sensual and yet indefinable. Was it some emanation from the sea, some souvenir of ancient
Greek or Phoenocian passion? She gritted her teeth; her body, moist with a vague desire, quivered as she pressed her face into the pillow.
For a moment, forgetting all modesty, she sat up on the bed, her small pointed breasts erect, the nipples withdrawn. She passed a feverish hand across them. She wondered if perhaps she shouldn't dress, descend into the darkening night, and offer herself to the first man she encountered.
She was nineteen and knew only of love what she had been taught by her friends, boys or other girls, in an oral way. And sometimes, like this evening, it angered her. She felt frustrated. Most of her friends had long ago lost their virginity; she had shared their confidences, both true and false. Some of them, the franker ones, had declared that the first time a rod had penetrated their vagina, they had felt a pain as excruciating as it was unusual, and, even more, that they had felt both apprehension and anxiety. They all admitted that with a bit of confidence, it would have been much less harrowing.
All these avowals had left Solange perplexed. Was it indeed delicious to feel a male organ penetrating you, or was it an insufferable torture? Solange tried to explain it according to the psychology of each girl, according to her anxieties, her prejudices, or her beliefs.
Several times she had tried to slip a finger into her vagina, opened slightly and already sticky with mucus, but it was useless. Every time her forefinger plunged a bit too far, she felt not pain, but a pervasive discomfort, as if someone were cleaning the hollow of her ear and grazed the eardrum. It was both exciting and frightening.
She preferred lifting her finger higher and titillating the tiny clitoris, which in response to this insistent caress, lifted its tiny head, pointed like the top of a Chinese hat.
Long ago, at her first glimmerings of adolescent desire, this had been the subject of her touch and the instrument of her first delights. For then, in truth, she knew nothing of love.
But this evening, the warm sea winds blowing through the open window caressed her belly, ruffled her pubic hairs and grazed her clitoris deliciously, like that cool yet tepid tongue so famous on the isle of Lesbos. Outside, silence. The sea breeze whistled through the pines lining the beach.
She stretched herself, trying desperately to fight insomnia. But she knew it was useless. It was early morning now and the silence was disturbed only by the sound of surf breaking against the rocks below. Yet Solange could not sleep. For a moment, she envisioned herself rising and walking completely naked through the narrow streets. At that hour, no one would have seen her. And she imagined with delight that a man's hungry lips gently but insistently grazed the surface of her nipples. She sat up on her bed suddenly and caressed her firm, girlish breasts, with their dark, divergent nipples.
Solange was only thirteen and for years a disturbing sensation had sometimes taken hold of her. Especially on certain evenings when her schoolmates more experienced than she, or so they led her to believe had confided to her their more or less imaginary adventures. She too had had adventures and they too were imaginary.
There was her older cousin, cocky and silly as a young rooster, but he really ruled the roost. As much as he tried to hide it, his penis bulged in his pants. Yet when they were alone, he felt no embarrassment. In fact, instead of keeping his hand in his pocket, he played with his prick and leered at the girl. One day he had tried to fondle her breasts and succeeded in grasping one in the palm of his hand. For the moment she enjoyed the little game, but when the same hand slid down to her belly, along her hips, rested on her pubis and began to lift her dress, she became frightened and withdrew, leaving the boy in a daze.
All this had happened the year before, and Solange asked herself now as dawn approached, if the boy were only there, wouldn't she submit to even more insistent caresses? To caresses that she would return in kind?
But that too was an experience she did not know. She had never touched a man's penis and in those preceding years had seen only one, and that one had not been in erection. One day out in the country, some fellow was pissing against a wall completely unaware of her presence. She had been riveted to the spot, appalled by the length and the force of the spray flowing from that rod he held between two thick fingers. He suddenly noticed her, and, turning without even stopping the piss, he yelled at her, "Fuck off, you little bitch!"
She ran away and hid, afraid to go home, afraid this neighbor would tell her parents what had happened. On the contrary, this man, Gaston by name, had never been nicer to her, and in fact, started visiting her house more frequently.
It's true that at fourteen, her saucy little breasts had begun to point out under her blouse and she didn't need a mirror to realize how round and firm her buttocks were becoming. Much rounder and certainly firmer than those of the old maid who taught catechism in those days.
One day when Miss Perlot was seated, Solange had noticed her thighs, like two whitish larvae of lumpy flesh, bulging out above her black stockings. As much as she enjoyed teaching catechism to the children and as important as it made her feel, it still did not impede her from engaging in activities considerably less orthodox. Solange was never more sure of this than the day she stopped by unexpectedly and found her with her cousin Felicien. The door had been left unlocked, and getting no response from her knocking, Solange had slipped into the house.
At the living room-dining room she stopped suddenly, appalled. Heavy groans came from the next room. Solange imagined that someone was trying to murder the old gal. On the table was a half empty bottle of rose wine and two dirty glasses. The poor old thing had had to drink with the assassin, as Solange had read many a time in the newspaper, in the Miscellany column. She resisted the desire to flee, and, bursting with curiosity, gently pushed open the bedroom door, revealing a spectacle that seemed to her all at once savage, confusing and terrifying. Yet she was in the know enough not to be shocked. She understood immediately that Miss Perlot was getting laid.
She had pushed her dress up to her breasts, revealing a flat, amber belly and vigorous thighs that she spread apart so that the penis of the young man riding her could penetrate more easily. He had dropped his pants to his knees and Solange could see his buttocks, agitated in a spasmodic rhythm, and his rigid prick, soaked in mucus, that entered and withdrew from the forest that covered the woman's pubis. At each thrust, Miss Perlot trembled and groaned, grasping her young lover more tightly against her.
She could have been his mother; she was pushing forty, and little cousin Felicien was barely seventeen. In all her innocence, Solange had thought him a virgin like herself, and she was indeed disappointed by this entirely too realistic scene. And maybe he had been, until Miss Perlot had lured him into her den. Glued to the spot, Solange was afraid to move, afraid of startling the lovers and of giving herself away.
Now the two of them were breathing heavily. Felicien had slipped an arm under the woman's naked loins while his right hand slipped behind and grasped her buttocks. His rhythm became more and more rapid, more and more brutal.
"Darling," sighed Miss Perlot, "Let me have it. It's good and hard." She too gave eager thrusts of her pelvis, anxious for her partner's prick. She had thrown her arms around his behind to hold him closer, more intimately, so he could penetrate her more deeply.
"You're really hot," Miss Perlot sighed amidst the groans. "You've already made me come, but I think I'm going to come again. It's great, don't stop." She chuckled. "Is this really your first time? You've never done it before? You were really a virgin?"
"Yes," the boy grunted, continuing his thrust.
Solange felt a shudder. She bit her lip to hold back a groan. She felt that she too would come. Her pubis was open, her vagina lined with mucus and her clitoris irritated by the contact with her panties. Now, on the bed, the two lovers became frantic.
"I'm coming again!" stammered Miss Perlot. "Come, you too. I want to feel you flowing in me. Can you feel my cunt pumping your prick? Come now, you little Pig-"
The little pig seemed filled with anger. His thrusts that had been so caressing at the beginning of their embrace became more and more brutal. His fingers gripped tighter on her back and on her hard buttocks.
"You're hurting me!" she moaned. "It's all right. I want you to hurt me. Oh, It's so good!" Her pelvic thrusts became more and more abrupt, and her belly smacked against that of Felicien. At times she was so vigorous, that Solange had the feeling that the young man's penis might slip entirely from Miss Perlot's cunt.
Then, with a sharp thrust of his pelvis, he plunged completely in so that his balls grazed against her buttocks. And she let out an exquisite moan, grasped her lover tighter against her, feeling that swollen gland gratify her to the core. At that moment she jolted, her eyes closed, her mouth parted, rolling her head from side to side amid her tousled hair.
"Come" she begged, "I want to feel you!"
"No," grunted Felicien. "I want you to come again. How many times is it now you've been there?"
"I don't know anymore," the woman gasped. "Five or six times."
"Okay, you're going to come another time."
Now she had wrapped her legs around his thighs and spread her hands over his buttocks to incite him to penetrate her more deeply, more vigorously still.
"Oh, it's so good," she moaned. "It's good. I love it. And when I think I'm your first.. . I can't believe it. I've never had a virgin."
Her thrusts became so violent that they threatened to dismount the boy. And, at the same time, her nails scratched his buttocks. It must be true that pleasure overcomes pain, for the young man, not only seemed not to suffer, but indeed had at her with even more vigor.
"There!" he grunted suddenly, "There it is...I'm coming!"
"Me too!" cried Miss Perlot. "Oh, I feel you. It's hot, it's filling me up!" She grasped her young lover tightly against her as he continued to work at her, then gave a long anguished cry and collapsed, totally spent.
Solange felt a sudden dizziness overcome her, her legs trembled and she had to lean against the doorpost, while a long flow of mucus ran from her vagina which was opening and closing spasmodically. She waited until the exhausted lovers lay motionless, panting, glued to one another, then slipped into the dining room and sat down quietly, not daring to return to the bedroom door nor to run away. It was there that Miss Perlot found her when, the tryst over, she came into the dining room. She looked at Solange incredulously, fearfully, angrily.
"Have you been there long?" she demanded. "No, I just got here. I heard someone talking in the other room and I didn't want to disturb you."
Miss Perlot glanced at her sharply. She had regained her composure. "Are you quite sure, you little sneak?"
"Of course, Mademoiselle," replied Solange, gazing at her with wide, innocent eyes. Since she too had climaxed a few moments before, she had regained her composure. Only one thing disturbed her. The mucus that had flowed from her vagina had stuck to her pants and was frightfully disagreeable. Besides being sticky, it seemed to her to have an odor. In the next room, Felicien was whistling lightly, undoubtedly washing up.
"Fine," said Miss Perlot, "I don't have time to see you now. Come back tomorrow, dear. At three o'clock." And since she was not fooled, and knew that henceforth this little girl would be her accomplice, she took the child's head in her hands and kissed her on the mouth.
That evening, Solange had difficulty falling asleep. She had masturbated and had even come twice. Finally, she drifted into a feverish sleep. She had a constant image of that boy's long rigid penis plunging rhythmically into the old maid's belly. She had never witnessed such a scene and it seemed wonderful to her. Despite her fertile imagination, she had never before thought that this embrace could be so noble yet so savage. Contrary to what she had been led to believe, insidiously, since her childhood, physical love a man lying on top of a woman, and plunging his virility into her had nothing repugnant nor scandalous nor evil about it. So much so that she no longer believed in what it is convenient to call "sins of the flesh." The concept was so illogical it even condemned the instinct for reproduction. And since she was there, she mused, quite alive and bursting with youth, her father certainly must have mounted her mother and screwed her like Felicien had screwed Miss Perlot.
Yet, in quiet moments, she repented those thoughts that condemned centuries of hypocrisy. And as her senses were temporarily appeased, she wondered if she would go to Miss Perlot's the next day. She still felt the old maid's kiss on her lips and the sensation of that tongue against her own. At that moment she closed her eyes, feeling dizzy, and collapsed numbly. Only out in the street did she regain her composure, yet she was unable to forget the adventure.
When she awoke the next morning, rested despite a feverish night, she was sure she would not return to Miss Perlot's. Still that idea of sin! But early in the afternoon an overpowering desire, as though some evil fairy were compelling her, headed her timidly towards Miss Perlot's.
This time the old maid was alone and greeted her with a smile. "Come in!"
She walked in front of Solange, who thought her still lovely and desirable though her face was so plain. But the clinging summer dress revealed a slender body, long graceful thighs and breasts that were, undoubtedly, still firm. In the dining room she turned suddenly, grabbed the young girl and kissed her furiously, her searching tongue nearly suffocating the child, who could do nothing but reciprocate. Miss Perlot's hand rested on Solange's chest and fondled a tiny breast.
"You're beautiful, you know," whispered the old maid when her mouth had released the child's. "And well formed for your age! You have the breasts of a sixteen-year-old. Do you have periods?"
"Yes," stammered the girl.
"Well then, you're a real little woman."
From around Solange's shoulders, Miss Perlot's hand slid down her torso, then her side. She stopped above the buttocks, on the hip, then, insidiously, descended along the thigh, slightly lifting her dress.
Solange, petrified, breathing heavily with both desire and fear, let her go on, incapable of revolt, and not really wanting to, for the dizziness she began feeling was delicious. She gave a start, however, when the hand rested on her naked thigh. And, undoubtedly to put her at her complete mercy, Miss Perlot, with her free arm, pressed Solange tighter against her, and again pressed her mouth against the girl's and penetrated it with her tongue.
Gently, slowly, lightly, the hand slipped up the inside of Solange's thigh, making her shudder and filling her with a new dizziness. She groaned and gave a start when the diabolical hand reached her pubis. Her little virgin pussy was open wide now, and all moist with dew. She felt an agile finger slip into that crevice still protected by her tiny nylon panties. Miss Perlot abandoned the girl's mouth. She was breathing as heavily as her pupil.
"We're mad!" she breathed, "Mad! But that doesn't mean anything, after all. Do you want to?"
The girl, suffocating with desire, did not reply, but let the woman's trembling hand separate her legs, as her fingers wormed their way into her pants. She gave a start again, when, like an electric shock, the hand reached her naked flesh and the moist warmth of her wet pussy. Miss Perlot pressed the girl against her suffocatingly. The hand lifted again, slid down the little panties, and rested comfortably on Solange's pubis.
"Oh," whispered Miss Perlot. You have a lot of hair, you know. You really are a little woman! I love to caress you..."
Now with the hand resting comfortably on her mons veneris, the forefinger slid into the opening, stimulating the girl slowly, very slowly, filling her with desire, setting her adrift in a world of dreams and of ecstasies. All her senses were aflutter. Her flesh tingled and her firm breasts erected their tiny points in divergent directions.
"Put your arms around my neck!"
Subjugated, the girl obeyed, nestling her head in the hollow of Miss Perlot's shoulder, allowing Miss Perlot to free her other arm. She took the opportunity to slip her hand under Solange's dress again, but this time behind. As she had already lowered the panties, this hand encountered the young buttocks, hard as marble and pressed together as though the young girl feared a male organ would penetrate between them. But Miss Perlot succeeded in reaching the anus, which she could only graze, afraid, no doubt, of distracting the child. Solange, caught between these two equally delicious caresses, moaned again, and not only did not try to escape, but clasped the older woman more tightly, as she continued to stimulate Solange gently.
But this kind of business is contagious, and Miss Perlot felt that her pussy was opened and all moist with mucus. Evidently, at her age, and as experienced as she was, she required much more in order to climax. But desire sent electricity through her loins and suffocated her.
"Ah! I want to undress you!" she blurted suddenly. "To see you completely naked."
"No!" gasped the young girl, recoiling.
But the gesture was timid and Miss Perlot realized she would win with a bit of patience and longer caresses. She removed her finger from the young girl's backside, embraced her, then kissed her neck, sliding her tongue from the ear to the nape of the neck. At each insistent titillation, Solange pressed tighter against her companion, trembling and sighing.
Slowly, Miss Perlot undid the snaps on the girl's flimsy dress, the body beneath almost naked in the heat. Solange had worn only those little panties, already slipped below her thighs. Miss Perlot realized she should ask no questions but do as she would, without asking permission. She released the two hooks in back of the little dress. The girl did not try to stop her. Miss Perlot turned her lightly to one side, and without a word, lifted the dress over the girl's head and tossed it on a chair.
"Oh," sighed the young girl.
But Miss Perlot had already taken her in her arms and pressed her tightly against her own body. She felt against her those quivering young breasts, like a fearless bird who no longer tries to struggle.
"No!" whimpered Solange, "You mustn't. I don't want to."
But not only did she cease to struggle, but in fact clung even more to Miss Perlot, her breath coming in short gasps.
"You're beautiful, you know," murmured the older woman at the height of excitation. Still she had not seen the young girl's nakedness; her agile fingers slid along the frail body that trembled at each touch.
"Give me your mouth," she murmured.
Defeated, Solange complied. While Miss Perlot's sharp tongue searched out her own, the woman's hand slipped between Solange's thighs. But this time it was not to caress her. Reaching between the girl's legs, she slid her hand up to the small of the back and since the subjugated child was bent over her, she lifted her and carried her to the bed in the next room, where, the day before, she had witnessed Miss Perlot and Felicien in their act of love. And Solange, her nerves taut as a violin string, gave herself with abandon.
She was in such a state of over excitement that she did not react when Miss Perlot stood up. Her eyes closed, in a wave of passion, she heard the sound of rumpled cloth and, when she opened her eyes, Miss Perlot was naked before her, magnificently naked, with breasts a bit heavy, a flat belly and, above long thighs, the brown triangle of her sex. It was the first time Solange had seen a naked woman. She knew of femininity nothing but her own slender, adolescent body. She was unaware of such majestic maturity. Solange was moved by a disturbing desire and by a kind of fear. She had never known such an experience. It was beyond anything she had ever dreamed in those warm nights of her adolescence, when that hand had caressed her pubis and that finger had glided into the tiny crevice.
She folded her arm across her face but she slyly kept her eyes half-open, so that she continued to admire Miss Perlot's nakedness. The disturbance had not left her; indeed, her little pussy was even more open than before and completely moist. She did not refuse when Miss Perlot approached her and took her in her arms. She felt the warmth of the woman's body against her own and began to breathe heavily at the contact.
The woman's hand slid along the girl's body, making her tremble at each caress, and to jerk spasmodically. She began to breathe deeply. Suddenly, Miss Perlot, who had taken her in her arms, climbed onto Solange, and stretched out as would a man. The young girl trembled even more beneath this warm, silky weight.
Miss Perlot slipped an arm under her waist. "Spread your legs," she murmured.
The girl obeyed, subjugated and filled with desire. Miss Perlot took possession of her mound, kneaded it, slipping her finger into the gaping crevice, moistened with warm mucus then, giving up this caress, she pressed tighter against the young girl, pressing her bush against the child's. She began to rub it against Solange's. And, like the girl, she began to pant, to stammer: "It's good like that? Tell me if you like it."
"Yes." Solange closed her eyes and gave herself completely to the embrace. But the woman was fatally incomplete and the young girl wanted a penetration that could satisfy her. She wanted it and she feared it, at the same time. Her nerves were taut and, instinctively, she leaned towards the vigorous body of Miss Perlot.
"I like it too. I want to make you come. You want to come, don't you?"
"I don't know."
But she felt a disturbance growing more powerfully within her. It was not as good as when the woman had been frigging her, but it was perhaps more exciting because she imagined herself in the arms of a man. Little by little, the thrills that coursed through her body became more frequent while the rubbing of Miss Perlot's pubis against her own continued its rotary caress.
"Oh, it's good...No one's ever done it to you?"
"No."
"It happened to me when I was quite young. Since then it's me who does it to the others. But it's been a long time since it's happened."
A jerking sensation grew stronger and more frequent in Solange's back. Instinctively, without even realizing it, she began to deliver light thrusts with her hips.
"I'm completely soaked," murmured Miss Perlot. "You too, no? Oh I wish I were a boy. If I were a man, I'd really let you have it. I'd drive it into you. It must be wonderful to deflower a girl. You are a virgin aren't you?"
"Yes."
Miss Perlot clasped her more tightly. "I think I'm coming! It's coming, and you."
"Me too!" moaned Solange.
She was carried away with an unspeakable dizziness. She seemed to be in another world. Reality, all around her, had disappeared. She existed only in the functioning of her exasperating senses. A husky breathing escaped from her half-opened mouth.
"I wish we could come together," rattled Miss Perlot. "But I don't know if I can hold back..."
She had pressed her burning cheek against the girl's. "Ah! Now!" she cried, "There, I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh..." At the same time, she grasped the girl's body more tightly, and pressed it against her, without stopping the grinding of her mound against the girl's. "My God!" exclaimed the woman as her climax flooded her.
The older woman's pleasure stimulated Solange, who suddenly stiffened and began to moan, while Miss Perlot lay motionless in the midst of her climax. It seemed to Solange that she was plunging into a dizzying whirlpool, as though she were about to lose consciousness. Yet she did not. It seemed to her that she had never come so strongly. And, suddenly appeased, after a last sob, she let herself go, while Miss Perlot, calm now, stopped her ride and lay immobile, breathing heavily, as her grasp relaxed.
"It was good, wasn't it?" murmured the woman.
"Yes."
Miss Perlot left the young girl, stood up. First, standing there naked, at the foot of the bed, she passed a handkerchief between her majestic thighs, trying to wipe the mucus that drenched her vagina and the hairs. Then, suddenly, she fell to her knees. Solange, an arm folded over her face, got a taste of the delights she was yet to experience, when Miss Perlot seized her knees. "Open your thighs wide!" But instinctively Solange tried to close them.
"Don't be afraid" murmured the older woman, spreading them gently. "I only want to kiss you there."
"No" protested Solange, "It's all wet. It's dirty."
"No. And besides, I like it. I wouldn't do it to just anybody. But with you I want to. It's been a long time since I've done it, you know."
"No, I'm ashamed."
But already her thighs were spread wide and her sex offered amidst crumpled hairs. The clitoris presented its pink head between pulpy lips.
Miss Perlot gazed at the tiny opening. "It's lovely, you know," she murmured. "A pretty little pussy. They're not all like that. . . Some are wide and too deep, giving them a repugnant appearance."
Solange mused that Miss Perlot, to be able to make such comparisons, must have had a lot of female adventures. Anyway, Solange realized Miss Perlot must be eclectic enough to care not only for boys. Undoubtedly she did not prefer one sex to the other. She was fond of all pleasures.
"You mustn't," pleaded Solange.
"No one's done it to you? No boy or girl?"
"No."
"I love it. To do it and to have it done to me...I must teach you."
With a light finger, she separated the scarlet lips, and suddenly, placed her mouth on the little pussy. Solange trembled violently at this unusual kiss and gave out with a tiny cry. Overcome, she let herself go. She had just come but her pleasure was renewed. She closed her eyes, and felt Miss Perlot's sharp tongue searching out the slit, titillating the bud, and descending to the vagina already half open with pleasure. Little by little, she began to give light thrusts of her hips. Her mound sought the woman's tongue.
Suddenly she trembled and groaned again. Miss Perlot's mouth was aimed at the bud. She sucked it, and made it roll under her tongue. Then she quit in order to lick her all over, descending almost to the little behind. Again, she took the clitoris into her mouth.
"No," begged Solange, in one last reflex of modesty. "I don't want to."
But this protest did not stop Miss Perlot. Without a word she continued her caress.
"No" repeated Solange, "I'm going to come!"
Rather than rebuffing Miss Perlot, this excited her all the more. Suddenly she stopped licking for a moment, and Solange thought she was giving it up. But Miss Perlot only wanted to catch her breath.
"Come, little one, come! It's good."
"But it's dirty."
"Nothing is dirty!" In fact, the violent odor of mucus that rose from the young girl's pussy still left with the traces of the preceding climax, did not discourage her at all.
"I couldn't stop myself," the young girl stammered.
Miss Perlot said nothing, but returned to her amorous feast. Again the girl's clitoris melted in the woman's mouth. Certain now of encountering no resistence, she slipped her hands under Solange's buttocks and drew her towards herself, as though to enjoy even better this perfumed flesh. At the same time, she slipped a finger into the girl's anus, making her tremble and cry out gently. The finger did not penetrate deeply but grazed the mucuous membranes, an additional pleasure.
Again long spasms ran through the girl's body. Suddenly she received an electric shock. Her legs, that Miss Perlot had placed on her own shoulders, became rigid and she threw her feet towards the ceiling, the toes spread apart. And the cry that escaped from her resembled a sob.
CHAPTER TWO
Miss Perlot made Solange promise to return the next day, when the two of them could take up their frolics again. Solange had no reluctance to promising, though she was gnawing inside with remorse. And the following night was even more agitated than before. All the voluptuousness Miss Perlot had made Solange feel during the afternoon had not satisfied her. The more pleasure she experience, the more she needed, the more her desire became violent. As before, in the morning her remorse had disappeared, driven away by desire. And even the remorse was quite insignificant.
Even so, it was with a careful step that she kept the rendezvous with Miss Perlot. The air in the street was warm and her young body burned under the flimsy dress. And imagining the pleasures awaiting her, she felt a tingling sensation in her little pussy.
Besides, her curiosity had been aroused by what Miss Perlot had said to her the day before as she was leaving: "Come again tomorrow at three o'clock. If you come, you'll have a lovely surprise. I want to give you so much pleasure. You're not afraid with me are you?"
"No."
Completely naked, she had taken the girl in her arms and slipped her tongue into her mouth, fondling a tiny breast.
"Ah," she had sighed wistfully, "If the priest were to see me." Then, quite resigned to the devil's temptations, she shook her head. "Go on. Till tomorrow."
This time, the surprise was considerable. Miss Perlot was not home alone. She had with her young Felicien, who did not know Solange, but whom she had seen completely naked, through the crack in the door, while he was fucking Miss Perlot. Surprised, Solange blushed tremendously. She could not prevent herself from undressing the boy with her eyes. She imagined that long pink shaft of flesh entering and withdrawing rhythmically from the brown thicket situated between the old maid's legs.
Solange wondered if it were a trap, for the young man watched her ardently and there was lust in his gaze and in his smile. Miss Perlot slyly made the introductions, then went off for glasses which she filled with a very strong liquor unknown to Solange and which made her cough at first.
"You're not used to it, eh, dear?" said Miss Perlot, putting her arm around the girl. "You'll see how much you'll like it when you grow up."
Miss Perlot seemed to hesitate, then, suddenly, she slipped her tongue between the virgin's teeth, pressing it against the inside of her mouth. Then, with a gasp, Miss Perlot released her. Solange, scarlet, glanced at the boy, who was as red as she. She lowered her head before his glowing eyes, and, compelled by some unconquerable force, her glance skipped over his trouser fly. He was seated, making it more difficult to see, yet just like her cousin Paul, there was a large bulge in front. Solange blushed even more, imagining the taut rod, engorged with sap, plunging into her dripping cunt.
"She's lovely, you know," Miss Perlot said to her little cousin, in a rather husky voice. Her hand at the same time hefted a breast, displaying it like a ripe fruit, with no objection from Solange.
The three of them were taken with a kind of erotic drunkeness that grew from moment to moment. Slowly, Miss Perlot unbuttoned the girl's dress. Solange attempted to pull away as the trembling fingers grazed a swollen, rigid nipple. With a quick gesture, she pushed back the material and the little breast appeared, the nipple erect in a circle of pink. Solange moaned slightly, then was silent, as the trembling hands of the old maid squeezed her young breasts.
"Let me go," she breathed, without conviction, and without trying to withdraw.
Despite her shame, Solange felt a new pleasure in seeing that the whole affair was arousing the boy. He was breathing harder, his mouth became dry and the young cylinder inside his pants was enlivened with sudden leaps.
"Don't be afraid," said Miss Perlot. "Don't be so modest; it's silly. We weren't born yesterday, you and I, were we? And it was nice, wasn't it? It's only pleasure that counts."
Seized by a growing shame, Solange stiffened and buried her head in the old maid's shoulder.
"Don't be silly," said Miss Perlot. "Felicien knows what's going on. I told him everything. And I'm going to tell you something: he's not only my cousin; he's my lover. You must have discovered us the other day. And I'm sure you heard us. Me, anyway. "Cause when I come, I moan. I moan rather loudly. I can't stop myself. You do too. But later, you'll see, you'll cry out." She clasped the young girl, trembling with desire.
"He was a virgin," she rasped. "A virgin like you..., it was the first time he'd even kissed a woman, the first time he'd ever rammed one. And he made me come, good and hard. I felt him coming in me. It was great!"
Again she kissed the girl's lips and slid her hand under the girl's skirt. Defenseless, Solange let Miss Perlot lift her panties, but she gave a start when the woman's hand rested on her pubis, and began to massage it while her finger slipped into the little crevice, moist with dew and beginning to gape. Perhaps, in addition to desire, it was the alcohol Miss Perlot had made her drink that intoxicated the child. As a result, she not only felt no more shame, but was experiencing a delicious dizziness.
"It was the first time for me, too, having a virgin. And since love is, as you will soon discover, a matter of imagination...he made me come just as hard as the others, though he didn't do anything special."
She turned away from Solange, leaving her motionless in the midst of the little room, her dress open, trying naively to cover the breast that had just been revealed, and went off to refill the glasses with that liquor that seemed to have no effect on her, since she swallowed it all in one gulp. Yet her eyes were bright and her cheeks inflamed.
She brought a glass to the girl who remained still, abandoned in the middle of the room, put her arm around her shoulders and drew her towards herself, in an almost motherly way.
"Look at him," she murmured. "You too, you excited him. He's getting stiff!"
Solange shuddered and blushed again.
"Imagine his little prick inside his pants. It's all stiff. But it's not as small as all that, you know. It's long you'll see."
She left Solange and went to sit on the couch, next to the boy. She gave him a quick kiss, then, slowly, in order to intensify the pleasure, began to undo the buttons to his fly. He let her, and his breathing became more rapid. He never took his eyes off the young girl, yet she dared not look at him. So this was the surprise Miss Perlot had promised the day before!
The atmosphere was willingly erotic and the three partners felt a tingling in the air. If Felicien was getting hard, the pussies of the two women were open wide and already sticky with mucus. Now, Miss Perlot had succeeded in completely unbuttoning the boy's pants, and he let her, but her hand, undoubtedly to build suspense, seemed to hesitate; then slowly, cautiously, as though she were approaching a venomous beast, she slid her hand into the fly. Solange had given up being polite and now stared at the fly greedily. She realized, though, that she could see nothing, for the older woman's hand had taken possession of the boy's quivering cock.
Miss Perlot was motionless a moment, then began a slow caress that Felicien accepted passively. Then, with her other hand, Miss Perlot undid the pants, spread open the fly, and Solange saw her hand disappear into his shorts. But not for long. Miss Perlot slid down the shorts, revealing a long hard wand, ending in a pink gland, turgid, well-split, and, at the bottom, his little balls in their envelope of rumpled skin, all in a forest of black hairs.
Felicien looked at his tool for a moment with a kind of pride, then returned his fiery glance, filled with desire and alcohol, at the blushing face of the young girl, who dared not move.
"Look," murmured Miss Perlot, passing her long fingers airily over the rod. "You've never seen a boy's prick, right?" she asked.
Solange shook her head. She dared not reveal her past adventure, and she seemed to realize that this lie only excited the woman even more. The idea of having two virgins with her was quite pleasurable. Miss Perlot took the prick between two fingers and began to shake it slowly, covering and uncovering the glans with her forefinger.
"Look how hard he's getting." I feel like I've got an iron shaft in my hand."
"Stop," begged the little cousin.
He felt the spasm coming and tried not to ejaculate right away, it felt so good. Besides, his desire, quite normally, was for the young girl. Miss Perlot, who understood, abandoned the shaft of flesh and rested her hands on the little balls, hefting them lightly. Since the boy seemed to have regained his cool, she began again to frig him, then stopped again.
"It's a bit tiring after a while," she said, glancing at Solange. "Don't you want to replace me?"
Solange shook her head no, but without much conviction. Her glance never left that triumphant phallus.
"Come sit by us anyway."
Her heart beating heavily, she complied, for it was after all, what she wanted. She sat down next to the boy. He put his arm around her shoulders and drew her towards him. She didn't try to pull away. Her heart was beating insanely, and she was literally hypnotized by this quivering prick. She wondered if perhaps her cousin Paul's prick, which she had only seen outlined in his trousers, was as big as this one, although this one was not as big as her neighbor Gaston's. Gaston's was thicker, heavier.
"Don't want to touch it, eh?" rasped Miss Perlot. "Take it in your hand."
"No."
"Don't be an ass, it's not going to bite you." She took the girl's fist, made her touch the penis, then tighten her fingers around it. Solange gave a shudder and it seemed to her that her pussy, wide open now, was filled with juice. It was a strange touch, like a warm stake, enveloped in silky skin.
"Tighter! Don't be afraid."
Miss Perlot clasped her hand over the girl's and had her tighten and release, tighten and release. Solange had a strange sensation, feeling in her palm this throbbing, living flesh, like a wounded bird, and fluted like a weed. Miss Perlot released her hand and Solange, frightened, stopped her caress.
"Keep it up," Miss Perlot insisted. "Doesn't that arouse you? You both turn me on!"
Slowly, clumsily, the girl began again her movement from top to bottom without daring to squeeze the rigid flesh too tightly.
Felicien, however, was beginning to breathe heavily. With the help of imagination, he found this caress even more savory than the more capable manipulations of Miss Perlot.
"Pass your finger over the end. On the little crevice. Come on!"
Solange obeyed and Felicien responded as though he had received a whip lash on his loins.
"Stop," he protested. "You're going to make me come!"
"Stop," repeated Miss Perlot, who wanted the pleasure to last.
But as Solange's hand abandoned her prey: "No," said Miss Perlot, "Don't let him go, just don't move."
And Solange felt beneath her fingers the spasmodic contractions of the thickened pointer. But since Felicien was holding back so he would not come, trying to think of something else, his nervous jerks become less frequent and less violent. Suddenly Miss Perlot's hand lifted the girl's skirt, revealing her thighs up to the panties.
"Let him see you too."
Solange had a last twinge of modesty. "No," she murmured, but she did not resist when Miss Perlot attempted to slide down the little panties. A moment later, they were down to her ankles.
"You mustn't," she moaned.
"Now, what's the matter?" murmured Miss Perlot. "It's not serious. And your little pussy is so lovely. Much lovelier than mine, for it's quite new and quite small."
She raised the skirt lightly and the black triangle appeared, at the apex of the thighs, beneath the smooth flat belly.
"No!" Solange protested again.
But she still did not move. She did, however, tighten her legs when Miss Perlot attempted to separate them. Suddenly Miss Perlot fell to her knees. "Show us your little jewel."
It was useless for Solange to resist, for the woman was gently separating her legs. The little pink crevice appeared amidst the brown curls.
"Look, Felicien, look what a lovely little shell she has."
"Let me go! I don't want you to." Solange protested feebly, without really trying to defend herself.
Felicien leaned forward, swallowing saliva with difficulty. His gaze was fiery, and he felt an increased throbbing in his prick. Solange bolted and tried to push Miss Perlot away, as the latter, after separating Solange's legs, placed her head between her thighs, and placed her mouth on the child's pussy.
"No!" groaned Solange, "Not that! Not that!" She tried to repulse the woman, but to no avail.
"You little slut!" Miss Perlot protested, "Didn't you like it the last time?"
Felicien understood this was not the first time they'd been at it. Crazy with desire, he had taken his cock between his hands and caressed it gently. Her legs spread, her eyes closed, her hands grasping the edge of the sofa, Solange began to gasp, as the woman's tongue slid up and down the crevice already thick with juices. She felt she was going to come, that she was on the verge of a spasm that would already have come had she not been embarrassed by the presence of the young man. Then, suddenly, with a long sigh, she jolted, stiffened, and plunged into a kind of voluptuousness even stronger perhaps than the last time she had been in the same circumstances.
Solange calmed down a bit, ashamed to have come like that and nearly cried out in front of this man, this stranger.
Miss Perlot straightened up. Her mouth and face were spotted with mucus, and her eyes glowed. She had not come, but it was obvious that not much was needed to carry her away. She glanced, satisfied, at the girl's pussy, soaked with saliva, then turned her head towards the boy's rigid penis, watching him stroke it almost absent mindedly.
"Now it's your turn," she said. She abandoned Solange, knelt down between the boy's legs and took his penis in her mouth. She moved her head slowly up and down, so that Felicien's fingers stiffened in her hair. At each breath his buttocks tightened, for she had slipped her hands under his buttocks, after lowering his shorts.
"Ah! It's good!" he murmured. "Go on, go on, I can't stand it. I'll tell you when."
He grew rigid, and bolted when the thrusts of her tongue made contact; his breath come in short gasps. He had turned his head and gazed ardently now at the young girl who had forgotten to put on her panties and sat only in her skirt, dazed still. She grew curious and turned her head to gaze assiduously at Miss Perlot methodically sucking the young man.
"It's so good," repeated Felicien, but his time directly at Solange. "She does it well, you know. It's fabulous. As though she were sucking my life..." He was covered with goose bumps, and stammered, "I'd rather you did it!"
"No," protested Solange. "It's dirty."
"It's no dirtier than a pussy. Ah! I'm coming.. . I feel it coming. . . She's fingering my balls. It's tremendous." He breathed harder and harder. "Stop," he blurted suddenly. "I'm coming." But the woman continued to suck him. "I'm coming, I tell you," he said sluggishly. Yet she continued. "You want me to come like that?" he stammered. "Too bad. You asked for it." He stiffened, his hands gripped tighter in Miss Perlot's heavy hair. "Ah, there it is! I'm coming," he gasped in a raspy voice. He sighed and Miss Perlot froze for a moment. Solange, scared and a bit stunned, realized the woman was getting a mouthful.
She had never seen a man ejaculate but she knew it involved several spurts, each one less than its predecessor. Her classmates had informed her on this. According to them, the liquid would fill a huge soup ladle. Yet Miss Perlot immediately started her movements again.
Miss Perlot continued up to the last, then she let the prick slide out of her mouth, sticky with saliva. There was still a drop of sperm lying in the crevice of the gland. She snapped out a greedy tongue, then rose and ran to the bathroom without a word, her mouth full of a salty liquid smelling of musk. They heard her spit in the bowl, midst streams of water, and Solange, nauseated, wondered if she could ever again put her tongue in Miss Perlot's mouth.
But when the woman returned to the room, she was cleaned up and when she bent over Solange to kiss her, her breath was so fresh that the girl, despite her reluctance, let her do it.
CHAPTER THREE
It was not yet three-thirty in the afternoon and everything seemed back to normal. Solange, with no modesty now whatsoever, had put her panties back on and Felicien, after putting his cock back in his pants, had rebuttoned his fly. Miss Perlot, though, had the same sparkle in her eye, despite her haggard look. Since the three partners didn't have much to say to each other, the silence was almost complete. Despite Miss Perlot, Felicien and Solange enjoyed the respite that comes after such voluptuousness.
But Miss Perlot knew that at their age, this kind of laziness doesn't last long. "Come on, young lovers," she said, refilling the three glasses with that mysterious liquor. "This'll put you back on your feet!"
Solange tried to protest. "No," she said, "My head's already spinning." She felt, above all, passive, open to all kinds of indiscretion, to every experience. What she had undergone was far from being a torture. To the contrary, it had been completely delicious. Yet she felt she had been on dangerous ground, and she felt that this diabolical liquor had a lot to do with it.
"Of course," insisted Miss Perlot, "This will make you feel fine. The pleasures of love are always more or less debilitating. This is a powerful pickup. And besides, it's somewhat of an aphrodisiac."
Solange would only later discover the nature of this mysterious drink, with its exotic odor, like a liquor from the Far East, with just a light touch of Spanish fly. Besides the intoxication it provoked, it was also a powerful aphrodisiac.
Ignoring the child's protests, Miss Perlot refilled the glasses, handing Solange one. "Drink!" she ordered. The child, subjugated, obeyed. Felicien, too, complied with the order. A few moments later, before Solange's fatigue was entirely evaporated, she felt the stirrings of a new feeling of passion, at first only a suggestion, but then beginning to take hold of her.
"How warm it is!" murmured Miss Perlot all of a sudden.
Without a word, she slipped her dress over her head and appeared naked before the two young people, her swarthy breasts a bit heavy, her pussy tufted with hairs.
She wheeled around to grab her glass, showing off a large ass with dimples atop each of her buttocks. She sat on the rug at the foot of the sofa, crouched on her legs, the feet under the buttocks, so that between her open thighs one could see all the details of her sex. In this position, the thick open lips of her vagina revealed the pink tip of the clitoris, surrounded by the black, frizzled fleece covering her pubis.
Patient as a lizard lying in the sun, she awaited the new reaction the diabolical liquor was sure to provoke. Until then she had been afraid that the bewildered child, not yet "educated," would prove to be uncooperative. Yet she had turned out to be quite the opposite. With a bit more experience, she could become an expert.
"You ought to try smoking, dear," she said, handing Solange the pack of cigarettes. Felicien had already taken one and Miss Perlot had already lit her own. They were made with a yellow tobacco, including a bit of opium that made everyone's head spin.
"It's the first time you've smoked?"
"Yes," replied Solange, to whom the honeyed fragrance was not unpleasant. Besides, she felt a bit of pride at breathing this unhealthy smoke and exhaling afterwards in long clumsy spirals, as she had so often seen adults do. She was becoming intoxicated as well.
Now the two youngsters were immersed in a kind of euphoria. Their energy revitalized, they felt desire overcoming them, a desire even more violent than before. Their glances converged on the half opened pubis of
Miss Perlot, who caressed that rose button that contracted lightly. It was her way of playing with herself. She rose, extinguished her cigarette stub in an ashtray and headed towards the young couple.
"You two look like puppets!" she said, with a tight little laugh. "Sitting side by side, completely dressed...Don't you think it's hot?" She leaned over Solange and shamelessly, kissed her on the mouth, slipping her tongue between the two fresh lips. "Come on," she commanded, pulling the girl up. She took Solange in her arms, pressed her against herself, then slowly, with a delicate gesture, unzipped the girl's skirt and let it slip to her feet. The girl, doped by the strange liquor and by the opiate smell of the tobacco, did not respond and let herself go passively. Miss Perlot unhooked the blouse and let it too fall to her feet.
Solange shivered. Her torso was naked. Her pert little breasts darted every which way. She had only her little panties as protection, and through them one could see the black patch of her pubis. Despite her youthfulness, the silky hairs already outgrew that slim triangle. The child no longer knew what she was doing nor where she was, and nothing seemed important. Yet when Miss Perlot, who pressed her closely against herself, wanted to invade this final rampart, she reacted timidly.
"No," she whispered, hiding her head in the woman's shoulder.
"Don't be afraid," she said softly, "It's not so serious. You see, I'm completely naked too."
The boy, breathing heavily, watched them and his prick, by its own will, began to rise.
"No," Solange repeated softly, though deep within she wanted to be as naked as Eve at the dawn of creation.
Miss Perlot, sure of herself, ignored Solange's protests. The panties fell, revealing slowly the round, firm buttocks, then the bushy pubis. She knelt down and slipped the pants to the knees.
With a sigh of fear and of embarrassment, Solange hugged the woman tighter. Miss Perlot kissed the girl's neck, and the lobe of her ear, looking for sensitive places.
"What are you waiting for?" she murmured, turning toward her cousin. He didn't hesitate, but leaped up, threw off his shirt, and jumped out of his pants. He had a graceful torso, almost feminine in its youthfulness. His rigid prick pointed against his shorts, attracting lustful glances from Miss Perlot.
"Let's go," she insisted, impatiently.
Despite his recent experience, he was still intimidated. But with a swift gesture, he removed his last garment and Solange saw his spike appear bloated with semen, trembling, its head bobbing above his balls.
"Look," cried Miss Perlot, her voice ecstatic. "Look how beautiful it is!"
It was the first time the girl had seen a boy completely naked. And the first time she had been naked in front of a man. She blushed violently, but was still fascinated; and this time declined the escape of Miss
Perlot's shoulder. The woman caressed her airily. She gave a light shove and suggested, "Go kiss him."
Yet Solange was still paralyzed with fear. "No," she stammered, bending towards Miss Perlot.
"Felicien!" the woman yelled, a tone of authority in her voice. The young man swallowed hard; Solange watched him anxiously approach her. His prick, balanced at the bottom of his belly, pointed towards her.
"I'm afraid," whispered Solange.
"But no, you have nothing to lose."
Miss Perlot, despite the desire coursing through her bloodstream, tried to reassure her timid pupil.
Solange gave a start when Felicien took her in his arms. The young man pressed her close and she felt the stiff head of his prick between her legs.
"Don't be afraid!" murmured Miss Perlot. And the girl, indeed, began to feel less and less frightened. She felt, at the joining of her buttocks, against her coccyx, a warm and gentle caress. At each contraction of the rod, she felt the fleshy spear get even harder and extend its egg-shaped head with greater force. Then the boy's hands slid under her armpits, seized her tiny breasts in his palms and fondled them. He was taller than the girl, and his prick only grazed her buttocks from beneath. He bent his knees suddenly, putting his rod at a good angle. He took it in his hands and slid it between the girl's legs, rubbing it against the half-open, humid pussy. At this direct contact, Solange gave a start and tightened her thighs. The boy's penis was flush against the clitoris, then slid along the small, ardent valley.
"No," she protested, in a tiny voice. She gave a couple of thrusts with her hips trying to get out of this hold, but it only excited the boy, causing his prick to move involuntarily in and out.
"Let me go!"
Breathing lightly, her legs relented, and positioned now like a young fawn, Felicien began to thrust gently as his hands continued to fondle Solange's rounded breasts. He bit her lightly on the neck, and the girl, still clinging to the naked body of Miss Perlot, gave a start.
Felicien looked at his cousin. They stared at one another, serious, panting lightly, both of them caught in a whirlwind that eliminated completely any inhibitions. Felicien felt pleasure mounting in him, in short waves, at each thrust of his prick between the firm, tightened thighs of the young girl.
"Don't come," said Miss Perlot, seeing his features tighten slightly.
He stopped his in-and-out movement reluctantly, for he saw that the young girl, frigged by his iron rod, was beginning to get excited. It seemed to him that her little pussy was even more open than before, and his penis was already sticky with that sacred liquor that oozed from this virgin cunt. He felt Solange tremble in his arms, undulating, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Lean forward," he said impatiently. He slid one of his hands under the child's belly, reaching the pussy and grazing it in passing at the same time as the head of his prick emerged from the curly hairs.
The girl obeyed, offering her gaping vulva to the boy's spike. He grabbed his prick, sticky with young cunt nectar, and sought out the virgin orifice. Suddenly Miss Perlot grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.
"No," she yelled, pushing him away. "Not that.. . I don't want you to, you hear me? Not that!"
The boy, abashed, recoiled, and abandoned his prey. Planted like that in the middle of the room, his prick waving and glazed with juice, he seemed almost naive. He really didn't understand; why did Miss Perlot, who, after all, had organized this little party, suddenly intervene at the last moment? He figured she must be jealous and he was flattered. But at the same time he was furious and frustrated. The young girl, as any fool could see, was undoubtedly under the control of that drug for they had all been drugged without resisting.
"What's the matter with you?" he demanded.
"I told you I don't want you to."
"You're jealous," he sneered.
She shrugged her shoulders: "It's possible," she replied. "And you are both so clumsy. You see what I mean..."
The woman's words hummed at Solange's ears like an impatient bee. She didn't really understand. She was also disappointed. That fleshy object that rubbed so vigorously against her femininity was ready to give her pleasure, a pleasure she wanted ardently, drying her throat, and making her ears hum. Then, suddenly, it was gone. She gave out with a disappointed sob, and Miss Perlot, who apparently, realized her state, squeezed her tightly, kissed her on the neck, and slid her hand between the girl's legs, reaching the swollen pussy, humid with pleasure.
"Come on, dear," she said tenderly, "Come on! If you want love, you'll have it, but not like that. . . there are other ways." Taking the girl by the waist, she led her to the divan. "Lie down," she demanded, "Lie on your stomach."
Solange, all willpower dissolved by the drug, but still propelled by this burning desire, obeyed without a word, offering to the view of Felicien and Miss Perlot her magnificent back, her dimpled buttocks, and her deep crevice. She nestled her face in her crossed arms and confidently let herself go. She knew that pleasure was awaiting her. She had no idea of its source, but she knew that it was there. She was not nervous, but summoned voluptuousness to overtake her like a fulfilling, soothing balm.
She shuddered when she felt the hot breath of Miss Perlot caress her buttocks and graze her crevice. Then two hot lips placed themselves on her loins, and an ardent tongue searched the dimples. Then that same sharp tongue slipped between her buttocks, descended, reached her small anus.
"No," she protested, shamed.
But the hands of her instructress were already separating the twin roundnesses, despite her nervous resistance, revealing the tiny dark eye of her anus. Solange gave a start when the ardent tongue slipped in, licking the circumference, softening it with saliva. Then, moist with pleasure, she abandoned herself to this soothing caress. It reminded her of the times her mother took her temperature and she had felt that glass tube slip into her. But it had never given pleasure. She thought it would be different now, but it all seemed like a dream. Slowly, that steely tongue tickled her, trying desperately to get into the anus, softening and lubricating it. Solange, her eyes closed, waited for an end to this unfulfilled pleasure.
Then, suddenly, the pink leaf withdrew, the nervous hands left her buttocks. She opened her eyes, and saw only the empty divan before her, remembering that just a few moments before Felicien had been sitting there.
"Go to it!" breathed Miss Perlot, who, in the meantime, had taken her young cousin's penis in her mouth and had sucked it abundantly, covering it to the hilt with saliva.
"Go to it!" she repeated, "I'll help you."
Solange felt a body weighing against her backbone and she realized it was Felicien stretching out on top of her. Already she felt his spike against the small of her back and she thought that they would pick up where they had left off, that the pleasure was going to continue. But two hard, cold hands spread apart her buttocks.
"Give it to her!"
Solange didn't understand completely. But suddenly she felt something round, warm and hard probe her anus. She knew it was the young man's prick. But, like Miss Perlot's tongue, it was so pleasant that she did not react. Quite the contrary, she felt goose bumps from the nape of her neck to her heels. Now Felicien was lying on top of her. He had slipped a hand under her belly and fondled her pubis in a slow and knowing movement. He was firmly against her and little did she know that he held his spike tight in his hand and was aiming it straight at her most sacred place. For the moment, nothing occurred but the voluptuous tickling that electrified the girl's young flesh.
"What are you waiting for?" demanded Miss Perlot, "Push!"
And Solange let out a tiny cry. The egg-shaped head of the prick was trying to penetrate her. As in a dream, she heard the woman's voice: "I moistened both of you up pretty well. It should go in easily. Haven't you ever done it before?"
"No."
"You've never fucked a girl from behind."
"No."
That word made Solange jump, more so than what she was feeling, for the pain was not yet violent.
"No," she protested, trying to tighten her buttocks, but Miss Perlot's hard hands kept them open, without pity. "Not that," begged the child, "I don't want you to."
But the two accomplices ignored her. In fact, to keep her tightly under control, Miss Perlot held her by the nape of the neck, so that she could not move. Hard as she wriggled, she could not get free. And slowly, she felt that fleshy shaft penetrate her. Tears gushed from her eyes. "Mama, it hurts, Mama!"
The pain was horrible. That huge object was forcing its way in, bruising the mucus membranes, ripping them. She tried to break away, but to no avail. Suddenly, the penetration stopped. It seemed to her, though it was not true, that he had completely penetrated her, as deeply as possible. She felt the prick palpitating, enlarging in spurts.
"Mama!" she cried again. The pain had cooled her passion. She was pinned to the bed as on a crucifix. "Let me go!" she begged. "Let me go!"
"Oh no," said Miss Perlot. "You'll see, later on, you'll love it. This is just the first time..."
The boy bent near to her. She felt his panting in her hair, on the top of her head, for he was taller than she, he overwhelmed her and crushed her with his weight. He had stopped moving and he wondered if he would suffer as much as she, for her anus was so narrow it had been difficult to penetrate it. But soon, panting, he began thrusting again. The first time he seemed to pull out, she thought her torture was over, but almost immediately, and even more brutally, he plunged into her, forcing her to cry out. This time the ripping was even more cruel.
Slowly, with concentration, the young man increased his rhythm, extracting a cry of pain from the child with each thrust.
"Don't cry," murmured Felicien, "It's good, you know. It's narrow...maybe too narrow...I'm trying and it hurts me too."
"Fuck her good," said Miss Perlot. "Really let her have it! I love watching you."
Solange was resigned now, and stopped struggling. She began feeling dizzy, not the dizziness that comes from drinking, like before, but a mixture of pain and voluptuousness.
"It's not good!" she insisted. "It's horrible. Take it out!"
Her pleas only excited Felicien and unleashed his energy. His rhythm became faster and faster. For Solange, this savage, demonic embrace was overwhelming. She opened her tear-filled eyes and realized that Miss Perlot was sitting next to them on the edge of the sofa. Her powerful thighs were spread wide, her eyes half-closed, her hand lost in her pussy, frigging herself without frenzy, but slowly to increase the pleasure. And her wolf eyes were fixed on the couple, joined by this link of hard and vibrant flesh.
"Come," she said to her little cousin. "Don't be embarrassed. There's no danger back there. I didn't want you to fuck her in front. She's a virgin and besides, it's too dangerous."
Especially dangerous for her, if anyone found out she had not only instigated but supervised this encounter between two minors. It was risky enough as is, without a maternity suit on top of it! For she knew well from personal experience that Felicien would never be able to control his orgasm. His sperm would spurt into the girl's vagina, ready to impregnate the eggs released by the ovaries.
"Here it comes," grunted Felicien, "It's coming!"
His penis thrusts became faster, drawing more tears from Solange, and more groans. It seemed to her now that besides the feeling of being ripped, this constant, impetuous rubbing had put fire in her ass. Suddenly her partner's breath got shorter and shorter, ending suddenly in a rattling sound.
"Now," he grunted, "I'm coming, I'm spurting."
A sensation of hot liquid running through her entrails made Solange jolt. It was sweet and strange, like when her mother used to give her an enema. This liquid seemed to soothe the burning tissues.
She opened her eyes again. Next to them, Miss Perlot's icy stare didn't miss a thing, not a thrust of her little cousin's penis. And now between her spread thighs, in her wide open pussy, her hand moved frantically. Her hardened breasts projected their nipples, her belly sunk in, she was panting, and sweat was poised on her upper lip.
"Me too," she moaned, "Me too. Look how I'm coming."
CHAPTER FOUR
Out in the street, the warm air and the bustle about her dissipated all those erotic ghosts and that light drunkenness that had deprived her of her senses, the fault of that damned alcohol and that poisoned cigarette. She regained her equilibrium, but she felt stiff, beaten, slightly disgusted. Her tongue felt thick, and there were bags under her eyes. It was so hard to walk, she felt everybody must be watching her, turning around to stare at her dragging ass. Her wound was so great it felt like that huge organ was still sliding into her sacred little hole. Felicien's prick, although it was long, was certainly not huge. But to her it seemed fabulous.
The memories of that afternoon haunted her. . . the young man falling on her back, exhausted, breathing heavily, his torso wet with perspiration. Little by little, she had felt that formidable rod softening between her thighs, pulling out.
Then, despite everything, she felt its presence. He had waited for his penis to shrink, but even so it was difficult to pull it out of the girl's tiny hole. And since that moment, she had never felt completely free. This remembrance would undoubtedly last a lifetime. Whenever a man would touch her, she would have the feeling that he would penetrate her in that most unorthodox manner.
When Felicien had pulled out, he had rushed to the wash basin, egotistical like all men. And she, realizing what had just happened to him, remained immobile, her head buried in a cushion, her shoulders shaking with sobs. Thinking clearly again, she felt ashamed, not only morally but physically. Never again, she thought, would she let her lovers or her husband see that blemished, violated derriere.
Miss Perlot had taken her in her arms and wheedled her: "Go wash yourself, that'll calm you down!"
Solange turned her head and glared at the woman angrily through her tears. "That's never happened to you, I'll bet."
Miss Perlot hesitated, then smiled. "But of course, dear," she lied. "It happens to all women."
That seemed somewhat to appease the child.
"Go wash yourself," Miss Perlot repeated.
When she came out of the bathroom, the young man had disappeared. He had dressed quickly and left the place, probably on Miss Perlot's advice. Solange decided never again to listen to the siren call of that lascivious old woman. Miss Perlot, however, tried to get her back. Only fear of a scandal kept her on guard.
Contrary to her friends, who seemed proud of then-adventures, Solange made an effort not to talk about hers, not to brag about the voluptuousness she had, despite everything, experienced with Miss Perlot. What had happened with the young man shamed her. For a long time she could still taste the honeyed flavor of that tobacco and of that drugged liquor.
Then, little by little, winter followed autumn and everything returned to normal. Her voluptuous yet detestable memories dimmed, were forgotten. She grew, her little breasts enlarged, got more pointed, and sometimes, alone in her bed, she passed a feverish hand over her little pussy. She had sworn to never again give in to the lure of desire and never to follow anyone, not even seemingly respectable women. She felt tarnished forever.
The scholastic year was fast heading towards vacation, and her parents, who were oblivious to their daughter's adventure, decided around Easter time to take a holiday.
The weather was just right, and Brittany nearby was inviting this time of the year, before the tourist onslaught. They had chosen a little village hidden away in the hills, but proximate to the sea. And there Solange was free. She had been warned not to get too close to the steep cliff; she had been shown the goat-paths that led to a little beach hidden among the rocks.
From the first day she went down there, Solange discovered areas particularly deserted and with access only by narrow little paths or by the sea. She went swimming there, fearlessly, far from invading eyes, naked, letting the waves deliciously caress her nervous young body. She felt completely alone in this corner at the end of the world.
But that afternoon, with the surf pounding against the rocks, she heard faint murmurs rising towards her, somewhere, behind the basalt rocks. She had kept her panties on, but her young breast was naked. Curious, she advanced cautiously, glancing between the granite blocks. What she saw riveted her to the spot. Anchored onto the beach was a little boat and on the shore of fine sand were three people, two men and a woman. All three of them were naked.
Taken aback, holding her breath, Solange watched them. For a moment, all three of them seemed peaceful. One of the men was sitting absent-mindedly, smoking a cigarette indifferently. But the other couple...
The woman was stretched out on the sand, and the man bent over her. He seemed more nervous than the other fellow. Solange saw between his spread thighs a long rigid prick, bigger than any she had ever seen. The sea wind brought her their words.
"Hold it in your hand," murmured the stranger. Obediently, with a little knowing smile, the young woman and she must have been very young, barely twenty, Solange guessed grabbed her partner's prick without taking her eyes off him, and began to frig him gently, with light, tender movements.
Solange caught her breath. She was only six feet away and could see everything they did, and hear their softest murmurings.
"It's good, you know," murmured the boy. "You do it well. Don't go too fast."
They were lying on their sides. Sometimes, the girl's hand slid along the rod, lifted the balls, then slipped below to tickle between his buttocks making him tremble at every touch.
"Ah," murmured the boy, "What a surprise! This morning I would never have believed it.. . And your husband..."
"My husband doesn't give a damn!" murmured the young woman. "Look at him...his cigarette...besides, he loves it.. . .You'll see...later."
She spread her legs. She revealed entirely her deep pussy, covered with black, curly hairs. "Touch me, now,"
He placed his hand on her sex and began to frig her gently. The young woman squirmed on her belly like a snake. "Ah!" she sighed, "I love it."
The boy, however, seemed a bit embarrassed, "But John?"
"I told you John doesn't give a damn and besides he loves it! He loves seeing his wife in the arms of another man, it excites him. You'll see pretty soon."
She slipped her arms around the boy's torso and pulled him closer to her. "Keep it up! Make me come...I can come over and over again, you know."
"But John!" repeated the boy.
"Stop bugging me about John!" she growled. "Frig me like I was frigging you. But I don't want you to come. Save it for me. Later...only for me, you understand?"
Solange, bewildered by this scene, felt her mouth go dry, her breasts harden, and her little virgin pussy open up. Of course it wasn't the first time she had seen a couple making love. Miss Perlot had provided her with her first experience, but on this sunny afternoon, with the salt air all around, her senses were particularly excited. And then there was the intoxication of hidden encounters and the sight of rare spectacles.
"Later, you'll let me have it. I want you to screw me. It's big, you know. Very big."
"You've seen a few others, eh?" said the boy with a bitter little laugh.
Apparently even this didn't faze the husband, who continued, imperturbably, to smoke his cigarette and gaze out to sea. But between his legs, his prick was enlarging, standing up, straight, rigid, swollen with life.
"No, wait," said the young woman, abandoning her partner's rod. She had undoubtedly realized that the nervous young man was on the verge of coming. And despite her meager experience, Solange also understood as she watched the rod contracting spasmodically. He too had stopped frigging the woman. Both were constraining themselves, trying to regain their cool.
"Myrtle," said the young man, "Do you love me?"
"You know I don't Adolph," replied the young woman. "I only love pleasure. All pleasures."
The young woman stretched out voluptuously on the sand, spreading her legs wider. "Go down on me," she ordered in a caressing voice. "Slide your tongue into my pussy."
Solange realized that the boy was younger than the young woman. He was about twenty, and she was certainly past thirty. As for the husband, who still seemed indifferent, he was nearing forty.
Adolph hesitated, glanced at the man who kept smoking, still imperturbable, then slid between the young woman's thighs. She trembled when the boy's mouth, like an octopus' suction cup, grasped her pussy.
"Oh yes," she moaned. She had closed her eyes and gave herself willingly to it.
Solange, gasping, saw the young man's head bobbing, and she imagined the movement of his tongue, coming and going in that small perfumed valley.
The girl was scarlet, limp with desire. Her little pussy was open and already humid with mucus. She clung to the rock with all her might, catching her breath, wondering if she wasn't about to come, just like that, without touching herself. And she was afraid of revealing her presence.
Little by little, however, the woman's breathing became shorter. She had closed her eyes and began to jolt, to give gentle thrusts with her hips. Solange imagined what she must be feeling. She had not felt it since that long-ago afternoon when Miss Perlot had reduced her to nothing, and she remembered that it was a delicious sensation, much greater than when she masturbated. A mad desire shot through her, making her loins quiver with excitement. She put her hand on her mound, on top of the dress she hesitated to lift.
The husband, however, had thrown his cigarette into the sea and had turned around. Leaning on his elbow, he watched his wife surrender unabashedly to the caress of her lover.
"Keep it up," she murmured. "It's so good. I'm coming. You do it well, you little bastard." She gave out with sharp thrusts, her belly expanding and contracting rhythmically. And the child's bewildered eyes were fixed on this couple in full heat, and on the prick of the husband who was also watching the scene. His cock was huge, much larger than any Solange had ever seen. It was both long and thick, and jolted sometimes as though it had a life of its own. Without a word, he, too, was following the scene.
"Look, Adolph," murmured the young woman, turning towards her husband. "Look how well he's sucking me. That really turns you on, eh? Your prick is really hard! I don't think I've ever seen it so hard. I want to watch you frig yourself.. . "
"No, but I want to see you come. Go on..."
"Later, hell screw me. You want him to screw me in front of you?" His answer was feverish, jerky: "Yes."
"Oh," she replied, like a little girl, moaning a bit. "There are ants all over me!" Her fingers scratched at the sand, and her thrusts became more violent, as though she were trying to get rid of this intrusion. She was disheveled, her eyes were half-closed and she began to make a rattling sound. Suddenly she broke loose. Her movements grew more and more rapid, more and more frenetic. The young man, however, had slipped his hands under her buttocks.
"He's clawing me! He's clawing me!" she groaned.
"Oh, it's so good! He's biting me! I feel his tongue in my cunt. . . And he's gonna fuck me! He's gonna fuck me right in front of you. You love it, don't you, you pig?" She kept her eye on her husband's vibrating phallus. But suddenly, she closed her eyes, going completely mad. "I'm coming!" she groaned.
These were her last words. With a jolt, she tightened her legs with all her strength around her young lover's body, and began to moan, to gasp. The boy, however, continued his work. And suddenly, a long groan, followed by a long cry, rose in the light and tepid wind that blew in from the sea. The woman jolted and stiffened, as though she were undergoing a great suffering. And Solange, mad with desire, thought she was about to swoon.
Myrtle stayed still for a moment, taut as a bowstring, her pussy an offering; then, suddenly she relaxed with a sigh, passing her hand through the boy's hair, while he continued tirelessly to lick her.
"Stop," she pleaded in a desperate voice. "I've never come like that before..."
Myrtle remained motionless, panting, her legs spread wide, her pussy still half-open, the matted hairs thick with saliva and mucus. The young man rose, his prick reaching out like the prow of a ship, and ran into the sea. He waded in waist-deep, bent over, took large gulps of salty water, and spit it out several times, along with the mucus he had absorbed from the woman's come. Then he washed his face vigorously. When he came out of the water, he wasn't hard any longer. His tool was balanced between his thighs, soft and flaccid like an elephant's trunk.
Myrtle was finally satisfied and turned to her husband. "Come, now," she said. "I want to frig you, to suck you off."
Solange was tense with emotion and trembled all over, but still refused to touch herself.
"No," replied John. "I would rather you suck him off.. . Make him hard again. I want to see him fuck you."
"Come," said Myrtle, to the boy, obedient to her husband. "Come near me!" It was obvious that the orgasm she had just had hadn't cooled her ardor. Adolph sat down on the sand, next to her. The husband's presence didn't embarrass him, quite the opposite. He added a little spice to the situation. But the contact with the water had calmed him down a bit. Myrtle edged her hand towards his prick, took possession of it and began to jack him off gently.
"I want to get you hard," she murmured. "I want you to let me have it now. You see, even John wants you to."
And Solange, desire coursing through her body, saw those skillful fingers slowly and insistently caress his rod, making it swell little by little, enlarging and extending with each stroke. Myrtle slid back the foreskin, disclosing the glans. When she passed a light forefinger over the tip, the rod quivered, enlarging spasmodically.
"You see, you're getting hard again," she murmured, curling up against the young man. "You'll screw me good! I want to feel your long prick in my vagina. You'll drive it in to the hilt." Sometimes her hand descended to his balls that began to retract, seeming to withdraw into his belly. She hefted them, rolled them in her palm. "I love touching you," she murmured.
His cock, as before, was quite rigid.
"Now it's your turn," she said. "I'm going to suck you off. But promise not to come, I don't like it, and besides I still want you to fuck me."
"Okay."
She grasped the cock in her hand, bent over, and Solange, to her surprise, saw Adolph's rod disappear almost entirely into the young woman's mouth. Just like at Miss Perlot's, she saw Myrtle's head going forward and back, rising and falling with the rhythm of the sucking. Sometime she stopped and her pointed tongue titillated the top of the penis, making it swell each time, and making the abdominal muscles contract nervously. Then that diabolical hand took possession of the testicles, and began to fondle them.
Stretched out on the sand, the young man let her go on. "Stop," he exclaimed, "If not.. . "
Myrtle withdrew immediately and abandoned the prick. They both remained motionless, then the young woman fell back on the ground and spread her legs. "Come...now...she said, "Take me."
"Not yet," replied Adolph. "I'm too excited. I'd come right away." Myrtle, impatient, pouted. "All right." Meanwhile, she slipped her hands between her thighs and began to slowly caress her pussy.
From where she stood, Solange could not see details of Myrtle's anatomy, but she imagined that her sex must be already half-open, like an offering, already moistened with mucus. The husband sat next to the couple now and watched the whole scene. His prick, though he refused to stroke himself, was jolting in little spurts; so was Adolph's.
"Go to it now," he said, "Fuck her!"
His voice was husky with desire. The young man glanced at him, stunned.
"And you?"
"Me, I've got time. Otherwise I would have already fucked her and I'd fuck her again...Right now it's you she wants."
Adolph suddenly made up his mind, and Solange, seeing him embrace the woman's naked body, sighed deeply and swallowed hard.
"As for me," added John, "I love watching you. I love watching her come, even if it's not me fucking her, maybe because it's not me."
Myrtle kept her legs spread as wide as she could, revealing between the brown hairs, the pink crevice of her pussy. Adolph rose up a bit, took hold of his prick, and aimed it at the vaginal opening. And Solange, speechless and feverish, saw the gland penetrate the vulva, then the whole rod slithered into her cunt. Myrtle gasped and suddenly threw her arms around his loins. Solange had not witnessed such a scene since the time she had seen Felicien lay Miss Perlot and, again, her desire was so overwhelming that she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
"Darling," whimpered Myrtle. "Fuck me hard. I feel it. It's hard. It's burning. Ram it in good! Oh, it's wonderful. Oh, I love you. Hold still inside a bit."
She bit his neck lightly. And the husband's prick jolted more and more as he watched what was happening.
"I'm coming," whimpered the young woman. "You're all the way in. You're still swelling." She entwined her legs in the boy's to let him penetrate even better, more deeply. "Go to it, now! Fuck me, fuck me hard. Not too fast. I want to feel you for awhile." And the young man slowly continued his amorous ballet.
Solange, with her light summer dress glued to her body by the moistness of desire, saw the man's loins dig in, making his virile, muscular buttocks dance. "like that?"
"Yes, like that," stammered Myrtle. "Oh, how I love it. I'm covered with goose bumps. Can you feel me?"
"Yes, you're narrow, narrower than I imagined...you're gripping me tight."
"Ah, I wish it were longer. I'd like to have it in my mouth and in my ass at the same time."
Again, like when Adolph was licking her pussy, she gave slow thrusts with her hips, and between the boy's spread legs, Solange, drunk with desire, saw his gray balls studded with black hairs.
"He's having at her," she dreamed. "He's digging all the way in. He's stirring her up."
She tried to imagine the effect of this action on a narrow little cunt. It must fill it up completely, stretch the flesh, and it must be terribly pleasant. With a bit of imagination, she could almost feel the effects of this penetration.
Myrtle turned her head and from above her lover's shoulder, gazed at her husband. "You're digging it too, eh?" she said. "If you only knew how good it is. I'm lubricating more than ever with him."
Solange realized this wasn't the first time for the couple. A facile adultery seemed to be their supreme pleasure. Perhaps the husband, although he remained motionless, was feeling a part of the pleasure his wife was experiencing an even greater pleasure for being cerebral. Still leaning on his side, he observed the two lovers without a word.
Solange wondered if the reverse had ever happened, and if John had ever screwed another woman in front of his wife, and she thought it was probable, since the couple seemed so uninhibited.
Soon Myrtle was giving thrusts of her hips as sharply as before. Her breath became shorter and she dug her nails into the young man's back.
"John," she groaned," I'm coming. He's make me come!"
"Let him," replied her husband in a raspy voice. "I love to hear you gasp and I love watching you."
"Oh, I'll let him, all right," she stammered. "Don't you see? Look at his prick...in and out, in and out.. . "
One would think his rod, shimmering with juice, was trying to escape from its fleshy sheath. But suddenly, Adolph plunged his trembling wand into the narrow grotto, tearing a cry of pleasure from his partner. A cry that seemed like a sob. "Darling."
Her legs stiffened, her toes spread. Then Adolph gripped her more tightly against him. He was panting too, and his naked back was covered with sweat.
"I'm coming!" he growled.
"No," Myrtle begged. "Wait for me."
"Too late," gasped Adolph, his rhythm picking up.
Myrtle froze, then let out a great cry.
Solange understood. She had just felt the powerful jet of sperm squirting through her.
"My God," the woman groaned. And she too began to twist, to writhe and moan.
"I feel you," she whimpered. "It's hot, it's flowing. Go on, fill me up!" She gasped, a silent cry, and suddenly threw her legs up and spread her toes. At the same time, Solange, at the end of her rope, could hold back no longer, and a small cry shuddered through her body.
Only John heard her and stood up. "Someone's there," he exclaimed. And Solange, frozen with pleasure and with fear, remained motionless, while the two sated lovers broke away from their embrace and Adolph withdrew his still-rigid prick from Myrtle's feverish cunt.
"It's this way," said the husband, pointing to the hollow in the rocks where the child was hiding. Terrified, jolted from her erotic dream back to reality, she was even afraid to run away. like an ostrich hiding its head in the sand to avoid seeing danger, she crouched down even further in the crevice, incapable of a word or a movement.
Adolph, his prick still stiff, freed from that stringent embrace, leaped up with a bound.
"A voyeur!" he gasped. "Let's fuck him good!"
The two naked men hurried toward the terrified child. John was first, as he leaped over the barrier of the rocks and suddenly halted. The alarm had taken, him by surprise and his huge prick was balanced between his legs. He was the first to see Solange who, scared to death, faced him, her eyes wide, glued to the side of the rock. He stopped suddenly as Adolph came leaping after him.
"Shit," he blurted, "It's a kid."
Solange, scared to move, looked at them as a child would an ogre. She was barely 15, and even though she was big for her age, one could see immediately by her face that she was still very young.
"Let me go," stammered Solange. "I didn't want to...I didn't do anything."
"Maybe you didn't do anything, but you saw everything," replied John, with a scowl. "And we don't go for that. You're a little brat."
"I swear," whimpered the child. "I didn't do it on purpose."
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen..." she said.
"A beautiful age!" John sneered, licking his lips lustfully. "A beautiful age for learning all about love. And for looking at naked men. Is this the first time you've seen it?"
"No...I.. . I mean..."
Now she dared look at the pricks. Seen up close, even though they were flaccid they seemed enormous to her and they had a sinister look.
"You mean 'yes," sneered Adolph.
The child began to cry, afraid she would even be thrown into the sea. Her tears both moved and disturbed the two men who weren't the least embarrassed about their nudity.
"What'll we do with her?" asked John.
"What do you want to do? The best thing is to shut her up."
"No, No!" cried the young girl, terrified. She could already see herself sinking under the waves.
"Don't be afraid, you little beast," growled the young man. "We just want to be sure you won't run off and tell anybody what you've seen. And since you're so curious, we're gonna let you in on some more little secrets. Even..." He ended abruptly, giving his speech a menacing tone.
"And...don't bawl so loud," advised John. "You'll wake up the whole village. And if somebody catches us, we'll say you came looking for us."
"Come along with us," the young man repeated, "We'll show you a few things."
Through her tears, the child blushed under the lustful gaze of Adolph, who undressed her with his eyes, seeming to caress her hips, her belly, trying to discern, under the flimsy material, the form and the color of her pubis.
"Don't be afraid, now," John said soothingly. "We won't hurt you. But instead of hiding, why don't you come with us?"
He gazed around, then at the top of the cliff. "Anyway," he said, "Well be much better off on the other side of the rocks, where nobody can see us. And you won't be alone, "cause there's a woman with us. A woman you've probably already seen."
"I don't want to!" the child protested.
"But you must," John insisted in a soft voice. "We won't hurt you. Quite the contrary."
As Adolph stretched his hand to the child, trying to take her by the arm, John intervened: "Leave her alone," he said, "you'll scare her. She'll come of her own free will. Come on, dolly, come on..."
As an example, he leaped over the ridge of the rock. Solange followed docilely and Adolph closed ranks. After all, nothing serious could happen, she mused. The two men had been quite nice to her, after all. Anyway, right there on the beach was the woman, that naked woman who made no attempt to hider her nudity, and whose frolics Solange had been watching.
But Adolph couldn't keep his hands off her buttocks in helping her jump over the obstacle, and she felt a confused kind of pleasure at it. Myrtle watched them approach. She didn't try to hide and between her folded legs, Solange could see the tuft of black hairs that capped her sex. Her glance flashed lewdness and jealousy.
"Is that your cop?" she sneered. "She is pretty anyway. What's your name?"
"Solange." She felt almost reassured.
"Well then, come sit next to me. And don't look at me like that. Haven't you ever seen a naked woman?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And men?"
Solange blushed and lowered her head.
"Naturally," Myrtle sighed. "What am I saying!"
She rubbed her thigh, then her stomach, dribbling sand into her downy hairs.
"Aren't you ashamed to be dressed in front of us?" she insisted. "You ought to take off your dress...You'll see it's good for the body, the salty sea air. I suppose you're naked underneath?"
She leaped up, took the child by the shoulders, pressed her against herself, and kissed her on the mouth without using her tongue. At the same time, she placed her hands on the child's hips, caressed her thighs, then up to her buttocks. Disconcerted, her heart throbbing, Solange did not resist.
"Come along," murmured the young woman. "I'll help you. You "ll see how pleasant it is, the sea breeze."
She lifted the tiny skirt, grazing the naked flesh, placing her hand on the little mound, still protected by panties. But when she tried to slide her finger beneath the material, Solange stiffened and withdrew slightly.
"Let's see," rasped the young woman, "You mustn't be afraid. "You see, I'm completely naked in front of you.. . In front of everyone. Do you want to touch me?"
She took the girl's hand firmly, placed it on her pussy and, at this contact, Solange trembled and began to breathe more deeply. She hadn't touched a woman's sex since Miss Perlot, but this woman's was prettier, softer, and she sensed a certain pleasure in feeling it. It was tepid, humid mound. Myrtle spread her legs.
"Keep touching," she whispered, "Stroke me." She had taken the girl's hand and put her fingers on her burning sex. "You see," she murmured, "I'm made just like you. We are women, both of us. You have a little crevice too and I imagine you have hair on your pubis, too...Let me guess...I bet it's brown and curly."
She had drawn Solange towards her and the young girl, overwrought, had hidden her face in the crux of the woman's shoulder. This way she could not see the genitals of the two men, seemingly so disproportionate. And they weren't even hard anymore. They were sitting on the sand, around the two women.
"Let yourself go," murmured Myrtle. "Don't be afraid."
Her hands abandoned the girl's lower belly and instead lifted the tight pullover over the girl's head, revealing in bits her juvenile figure. And Solange let her, feeling intoxicated yet conscious, not having absorbed, this time, that diabolical liquor of Miss Perlot's. She felt less and less modest. Proudly she saw her little arrogant breasts appear, their points in either direction, caressed by the sea wind and by the sun. Then the skirt slid off and, without feeling this time, as though she were in her bathing suit, Solange let herself go. At a certain moment, she turned towards the two naked men who had remained a bit apart. She could almost feel their eyes penetrate her torso, glide along her long muscular thighs. But they rested on the triangle of her belly. Through the transparent panties, one could see the dark mass of her hairy sex. And the desire, the curiosity that she saw in them gave her a sense of pride and she became almost provocative.
She felt a certain anxiety, but she was not afraid, as before. Quite the contrary, this uncertainly gave a spicy air to the situation. Completely naked in front of these men? Why not? She felt rather lovely and feared no competition. She trembled though when Myrtle tried to remove her panties. An unusual feeling, a mixture of fear and of incipient modesty, as well as desire, knotted her throat.
"No," she murmured, hiding her face in the shoulder of that woman who, a moment before, had been a stranger, but who now seemed almost a friend. Soon the panties met the same fate as the sweater and the skirt. Solange was completely naked like the others. She curbed a last feeling of modesty that made her want to cover her mound with her hand, remembering that, after all, there were adults who even joined nudist camps.
Myrtle then fell to her knees, lifted the child's hand, and Solange trembled as she felt the woman's mouth on her mound, giving it little kisses. Then, after slightly spreading the thighs, Myrtle slid her tongue into the half-open little crevice. Solange, at this still uncertain caress she had not known for several years, jolted in such a way that Myrtle grasped her buttocks to keep her from falling backward.
"That's it," said the young woman," interrupting her lick work. "Stretch out, and let me do it, you'll see..."
Docile, having once and for all decided to accept everything from her new partner, Solange let herself fall to the sand. She turned her head and saw the two men seated next to her. Before this image their cocks were hard again and jerked so much that they seemed to smack against their bellies.
"like her," rasped John. "Make her come.. . " Already Myrtle was covering the girl's quivering belly with little kisses.
"Spread your legs," she commanded. Solange, subjugated, without embarrassment, obeyed. Myrtle then slid her hand under the girl's buttocks, lifted her closer to her mouth, watering at this little fountain of flesh. The child, already over-excited, sensed an odor rising from the curly hairs, the flat, acrid odor of fuck juice. Myrtle slowly began to lick that sacred place, offered like a sacrifice. Already spasmodic contractions racked the child's slim body, but Myrtle suddenly interrupted her Venusian feast. She lifted her face, reddened with desire, and turned towards her husband. Breathing heavily, she glanced at the huge rod palpitating defiantly.
"Come here," she said. "She's gonna frig you. I bet she's never touched a man's prick."
John sat next to her. Myrtle took the child's limp hand, and wrapped it around the warm, trembling spear of flesh. Solange moved to withdraw, but gently grasped the cock.
"Look how big and beautiful it is," murmured Myrtle, her voice changed. "Caress it. You've never touched one before, right?"
Solange preferred not to reply. She felt perhaps an affirmative reply would evaporate the young woman's erotic dream. And besides, she was only halflying. Felicien's rod, compared to this one, was only a pencil. She seemed to hold in her hand an impressive, if not frightening, instrument.
"Come on," said Myrtle, as the girl was motionless. "Frig him. Wait, I'll help you..." Just like Miss Perlot, she took the girl's hand and began to give it rhythm, backwards and forwards, from bottom to top. "Do it alone now."
She withdrew and Solange continued clumsily, her throat tight with emotion. She felt beneath her fingers the split in the rod, the smoothness of the skin and the nervous shaking that made it stiff.
"Keep it up," murmured Myrtle, "He loves it, you know. And I'm glad he does...He's my husband...You see, I'm not jealous...And I love just watching."
Her pussy was wide again, moist with dew, and her little clitoris must have had the same reaction as the man's prick, that is, spasmodic contractions. But it wasn't enough for John. He turned suddenly, took the girl in his arms, and pressed her savagely against him.
"Go on," he groaned. "You do it badly but it's great anyway." At the same time, he put his hand on the girl's chest. The little breasts were hard and he could feel in the palm of his hand how taut the nipples were.
"Go down," he breathed. "Touch my balls Dizzily, she obeyed, hefted the man's balls. Nothing else was important. They seemed to be alone, the two of them, somewhere on a deserted island. She felt this burning man against her, and inhaled his vapors with those of the sea.
"Spread your legs," he whispered. "I want to touch your pussy."
Suddenly passive, taken in a whirlwind of pleasure, she obeyed but jolted when the man's fingers plunged into her little crevice.
His caress was not so gentle as Myrtle's. It was more virile, more brutal. Yet even in the brutality she found an added pleasure. Soon his finger descended lower, too low, reaching the entrance to the vagina. He tried to slide in, but the pain the girl felt made her jolt.
"No," she whimpered. "You're hurting me. No!"
The finger retracted immediately.
"So, you're really a virgin?" he said. His voice trembled. "But you're still a little sneak, eh?"
"like all girls her age," added Myrtle, who was crouched on her heels, with the sea wind playing with her pussy, while she observed everything.
John turned over abruptly, stretched out on his back without releasing the girl pressed against him. His rod, still rigid, seemed aimed at the sun. And his hand caressed the girl's buttocks. "Frig me again." This time, Solange took the rod in her hand voluntarily and shook it softly. But he soon interrupted. "Now, suck me off," he commanded. The child recoiled, horrified.
"No." She remembered that afternoon when Miss Perlot had pumped her little cousin and he had ejaculated in her mouth.
"Why?" asked John. "I promise to hold off."
But Solange didn't trust him.
"No, I don't want to," she protested.
Perhaps she would have done it in other circumstances, but the remembrance of Miss Perlot obsessed her.
"So that's what you want, you pig," interrupted Myrtle. "Don't you see shell never do it? But, since you want it so bad, and I want to keep you happy.. . " She leaned over suddenly, removed Solange's hand, and stuck the prick in her mouth. Memories surged in Solange's mind. The gestures had been the same, and the same feeling of voluptuousness was in the air, even though the people were different. Myrtle had taken her husband's balls in her hand and was ardently pumping that shaft of vibrant flesh. Yet John had not abandoned Solange. He pressed her against him, hard, and she could clearly see that humid mouth wide open and spread round the prick.
"Stroke my belly," he murmured.
As though hypnotized by this erotic scene she had never even imagined, without being invited, Solange softly placed her hand on the man's belly and began to caress it gently.
"Ah, it's so good," he cooed.
But realizing what was about to happen, Myrtle abandoned her husband's prick suddenly and stood up. "No," she muttered. "You know I don't like that."
He was throbbing, disappointed no doubt, as his cock was getting harder all the time. Solange, despite her lack of experience, dreamed he was about to come, and that the sperm, released from the testicles, already filled the long tube of flesh.
"No," John repeated. "Leave me alone, both of you..." But he continued to press Solange against him.
All of them were hot, as a huge shadow crossed between them and the sun. Adolph was standing in front of them, still naked and with his rod hard. His face was intense, almost in a grimace. "Well now," he croaked, "What're you waiting for? And you, John, why don't you fuck her? You know that's what she wants."
This intrusion burst Solange's dream. She fell sharply back into reality. "No," she groaned. "Not that!"
"And why not?" sneered the young man, his rigid prick a menace above her. "You'll have to do it some day, won't you? Might as well do it right away. Later, you'll see, you'll be a different girl, a great one."
"I don't want to!" cried Solange, suddenly frightened.
As long as she was frigging a man or was being frigged or licked herself, she feared nothing, and her pleasure became more intense as it grew. Even when she masturbated in the solitude of her room, imagining all kinds of erotic scenes, her pleasure was more violent than before. She imagined rods penetrating her, driving deeper into her, just like into Miss Perlot or, now, into Myrtle.
But now, her back against the wall, she felt panicky. She feared penetration into her little hole; she couldn't imagine the elasticity, as one of these long, bulky pricks, hard as a bronze spear, sunk in. She tried to get up and glanced desperately towards the little hedge of rock where she had hidden earlier. Why in hell had she gotten herself caught? She suddenly realized, cooled down now, that she had been sucked into an infernal whirlpool.
"If you don't let her have it.. . " began Adolph.
Before, when he had hesitated to fuck Myrtle in front of her husband, he seemed to be afraid of the man. It seemed now, though, that he had not only found his courage but had become damned presumptuous. Perhaps what had just happened with the young woman had relieved him of his anxiety. In a certain sense, he too was a virgin at this moment, morally a virgin.
"If you don't fuck her," continued Adolph, "I'll do it. It'll be the first time I make a virgin."
"No," shouted Solange. But her protest was lost in the wind rising from the sea.
"After all," insisted the young man, still grimacing, "I have priority rights...You've already had virgins...Wasn't your wife?"
"My wife?" sneered the other man. "She told me she'd had three lovers before me. Since she's a woman and minimizes things that embarrass her, I think we should multiply that figure by at least six."
Myrtle stood up suddenly. Even though nothing seemed to embarrass her and she had just proven it, her husband's assertions made her indignant. "John," she shouted, "How can you be such a bastard...."
Her husband shrugged philosophically. "Why do you get so upset? I've already told you I don't give a damn. If I let you get fucked, right in front of me, by a complete stranger and Adolph is, after all, a stranger we picked up at the hotel then you sure don't think the lovers you had before me make any difference, do you?"
But he kept Solange pinned to the ground, like a prey about to escape. And naturally, in the midst of this outdated little scene, the child was more and more appalled. The rigid pricks were spinning about her in a kind of dream, an infernal merry-go-round.
"Let me go," she cried, "I want to leave. I want to go!"
But it seemed that the three accomplices had no such intention. Myrtle bent over her, slid her tongue into the child's mouth, making her shut up, but not preventing her from groaning. At the same time, Solange felt those hands creeping and sliding along her naked body. Undoubtedly Adolph was taking advantage of the situation in order to fondle her and twitch her pussy, closed up now with fear.
Pinned to the hot sand, Solange gasped and tears slipped from her closed eyelids. "I beg you..."
"And if she talks?" Myrtle worried suddenly.
"She won't talk," cut in John. "Did you tell your parents the first time a boy screwed you?"
The young woman did not reply. She knew, not only from personal experience but also from some of her friends, that discretion was the better part of valor.
"No," groaned Solange, hoping to escape her executioners. "I won't say anything. Not to anybody. Let me go, I beg you."
It was a really naive request, considering her three companions.. .
All was silent as anonymous hands anonymous because she was afraid to open her eyes slid along her body. Someone spread her legs sharply, revealing her little virgin pussy. Then a mouth, and she didn't know whose, was soon on her little crevice, a tongue titillated her clitoris and suddenly withdrew, leaving her limp, overwhelmed, without force.
"What are you waiting for?" The voice was unfamiliar in her entranced state. She felt someone take her in their arms, and suddenly a heavy mass was weighing upon her. She let out a cry, opened her tear-stained eyes, and above her face she saw John's. His features were taut and serious, his expression severe, and she realized it was he who had spread her legs so forcefully. And at the same moment, she knew what was about to happen. She jolted, twisted, tried to push off the intruder. But powerful hands held her arms, pinned her to the ground, kept her from closing her legs and her knees.
"Mama," she cried. But she already knew it was a pointless cry. "I don't want to," she begged. "I'm afraid. Please. I'll never do it again. I'll never spy again..."
She tried to find every excuse and every reprieve. But she already knew, to her horror, that she was doomed, and that she was about to have, all at once, the worst and the best experience of her life.
She remembered the stories of her girlfriends. They too had had adventures, but certainly nothing like what she had undergone. For now she was on the brink, at the edge of a new life. Soon this man would violate her, make her into a woman. It wasn't quite what she had envisaged. Sure, she hadn't intended to remain a virgin all her life and she had planned to get screwed long before it was authorized by the mayor and the priest. Only, she would have chosen the boy. And in their fiery embrace, even if it was painful, there would have been a shred of poetry. But here, on this deserted beach, amidst these strangers, with a man who could have been her father.. . In her daydream, she heard, as though far away, the voice of Myrtle. And this voice that had been so sweet and caressing before, now seemed hard and authoritarian.
"Let's go," she was saying. "Let her have it. Fuck her...What're you waiting for? I'll help you."
Solange felt a hand slide between her belly and the man's. It fondled her pussy, the hard rod, then, slipped between John's thighs, massaged the balls hardened with pleasure, and seized his rod. She put her finger on it and directed it towards the vaginal opening, sealed tight with fear.
Solange, fascinated like a bird by a snake, didn't budge. She wasn't resigned, but felt helpless. Even more, she felt rising within her, a complex, violent desire, filled with remorse and unrecognized impulses, much like the woman of the Middle Ages, violated by mercenaries, at the point of conquest.
Violated!
"No," she screamed, twisting, shaking her hips from left to right trying to avoid penetration. But it was too late. The man's penis grazed her vagina; already he was trying to slide in. She gave a thrust trying to get out, but the movement was fatal. Suddenly John thrust, and penetrated the girl's vagina.
Solange cried out with pain, and jolted. It was perhaps worse than before, a few years ago, when cousin Felicien had taken her in the rear. The pain flashed. A sensation of tearing and burning...
"Mama," she cried again. But, paradoxically, instead of pushing away her rider, she clung to his loins. "Mama," she repeated, sobbing.
John's penis progressed slowly in her, parting the mucus membranes, digging in without pity. She opened her eyes, saw above her the serious faces of Adolph and Myrtle. They were wet with perspiration and it was not because of the heat. They too had difficulty swallowing and their eyes glowed with a metallic glare. John stopped suddenly. And Solange felt his prick palpitating in her throbbing cunt.
"You feel me, don't you?" he muttered, "You feel me?"
She did not reply, but lessened her grip on his loins, put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away. In vain, naturally. He had clasped his arms round her and held her tightly against him, like a prey.
Then, little by little, he began to thrust with his hips, and each time his burning rod penetrated more deeply into the child. Now, she felt as though this enormous mass of flesh filled her completely, as though it were riveted to her body for the rest of her life.
"Go away," groaned the poor girl. "I don't want to. You're wicked." She spoke like a child, like the little girl that she was. Then, little by little, despite the suffering that filled her mind, she understood the implications for her of this little scene.
"I didn't want to," she moaned.
"You think shell come?" asked Adolph, his hand near Myrtle's. Both of them held the child's arms and legs tightly, preventing her from getting away.
"You men, you're all the same," replied Myrtle. "In love you only feel pleasure. All the pain is for us. At least the first time." She passed a caressing hand over her husband's contracted buttocks, giving a start whenever he gave a thrust, now more and more violent. "Come," she murmured. "Come. It doesn't matter. We don't even know the girl, and besides, we're leaving tomorrow."
They left even sooner than they had planned, for after having helped the pained young girl to get dressed again, they scooted her up the goat path and then abandoned her there. A car was awaiting them at a nearby plaza. And there, in a cloud of dust, Solange watched them disappear, these ephemeral lovers.
CHAPTER FIVE
She returned home, dead-tired, blaming her fatigue o the long climb and the effect of the sea air. She went bed rather early. Her pussy was sore. It felt like a ho iron was still planted in there, a burning iron that we back and forth, back and forth, without pity, in h aching flesh.
But at the same time she felt rather proud. Now sh was a woman, a real woman, despite her tender age Naturally, she didn't feel like masturbating as she done every evening since earliest adolescence, experience, painful as it was, had taught her that th must be other pleasures more orthodox than masturbation. And certainly more delicious....
But something disturbed her. She had felt the jet of sperm from that stranger spurting through her vagina. The fellow had taken no precautions. He was indifferent about everything. They were a strange lot, the three of them. At the next turn of the road they would have forgotten the adventure, and chased after some new specter.
She was reassured only three days later when her period came. She suddenly felt delivered, as though nothing could happen to her. She had, however, undergone a shock and began to look askance at young lovers. But everything passes, time is the great healer, and autumn erases summer's memories. So, Solange went back home with her parents, back to their little town.
Miss Perlot no longer frightened her. Everything that had happened in the past few years, carried away with the waning moon, no longer had much importance. She felt a woman, completely.
When she decided, then, to visit the old maid one afternoon, it was only to jeer at her. And she felt, too, the need to get revenge on the woman who had dominated her just a few years before. Besides, by one of those strange childhood memories that linger on, she could still taste that deadly ambrosia that the old maid had made her drink.
Miss Perlot, who had answered the door immediately, hadn't changed a bit, had somehow managed to repair the damage of the years. Solange, though, was not the same adolescent as before, for she had to introduce herself.
"Come in, dear, come in!" said Miss Perlot, pleased as punch. "I haven't seen you for years.. . you naughty girl. How come you never came to see me?"
Solange shrugged indifferently and stepped in, swinging her handbag. She looked all around as though it were the first time she had been there. Now she felt quite sure of herself, completely in charge. She was no longer the love-object, to be used as one wished. Had she been raped? She wondered if perhaps she hadn't consented, without even being aware of it.
"Haven't had time," she replied laconically.
The living room had not changed. There was the same sofa in the back, where she had frolicked, and in the next room, the mattress still retained the impressions of Miss Perlot's body, as she had received the thrusts of her young little cousin's prick. And the odor was the same.
"Have a drink?" asked Miss Perlot.
The liquor hadn't changed either. It still had that exotic taste, but now Solange knew it was an aphrodisiac. The elixir had the same effect on Miss Perlot, for her eyes were bright, with the same circles beneath. Her glance slid over Solange's body, grown even more voluptuous with the passage of childhood. Her breasts were bigger, her buttocks rounder and firmer.
Miss Perlot chuckled. She realized that the girl was no longer so innocent. She clicked her glass against Solange's. "You've really ripened," she said. "You're lovely, you know...And from your expression, I gather you're happy and don't need anything. What would you like most?"
"To make love."
The old maid, as used to cynicism as she was, still gave a start. "What did you say?"
"You heard me...I've already done it, you know, since...Once...I didn't tell you...Only once...I didn't feel so well and it scared me. But now I want to."
The old maid approached Solange, took her in her arms and kissed her on the mouth. But Solange pushed her away.
"No," she said, "Not with you. Not with a woman, with a man, a real one. I want to get fucked, really fucked...That's how you say it, isn't it?"
The erotic liquor had begun its effect on Solange though she held up better than the last time, and a delicious intoxication was flowing through her, so that her pussy was already half-open and moistened with mucus.
"I see," sneered Miss Perlot. "So you haven't forgotten. Unfortunately I'm alone right now. My little cousin found a job out of town."
The doorbell jolted them both. Miss Perlot hurried to answer, and Solange heard whispering in the corridor. A moment later, the old woman introduced a boy into the room, a boy as young as Felicien had been.
"This is Fred," said Miss Perlot. She brought out another glass, filled it, and wheeled around suddenly. "By the way, Solange, today's Fred's birthday. Why don't you give him a kiss? I already have."
Solange mused that they must certainly have done something else before, too.
"I'd forgotten," simpered Miss Perlot. "I'll go find some little cakes and a bottle of champagne. I'll leave you alone. Unfortunately the stores around here are a long way off. I'll be gone quite a while. While you're waiting, have some more to drink."
Fred, however, accompanied her to the door. Solange heard kissing and whispering. "YouTI have a good time," murmured Miss Perlot. "That's just what she wants to do, she told me so. I'll leave you plenty of time." The door slammed. Fred came back into the living room. He seemed embarrassed, ill at ease, just as Felicien had been. Solange took a swallow from her glass and felt a gentle warmth surge through her body.
"It's true," she said, "That's just what I want to do..." She began to laugh, and suddenly ripped open her blouse. "Come," she murmured, opening her arms to the boy. "Come undress me, down to the skin."
And when he was next to her, she bit his neck. "You want to screw me, right?" she whispered. "Screw me good."
Solange, bubbling over, helped the young boy get undressed. The kids were both rather clumsy, and anxious with desire. And while Solange set about unbuttoning the boy's pants, he passed a trembling hand over the hard little lemons on the girl's chest.
"Is it true?" he asked, "You've already made love?"
"Yes."
The boy seemed disappointed. For him the adventure was undoubtedly exceptional and almost romantic. During the course of his young life, he'd probably only had whores or old babes like Miss Perlot.
"But I've only done it once," she said, trying to console him. "Very badly too. I really suffered, "cause I was a virgin. So you'll really be the first."
"And I bet it was the first time.. . I mean she was the one who 'devirginized' you, wasn't she."
"Yes."
"The old bitch!" Solange thought to herself. She's only interested in adolescents, boys or girls. God knows how many kids she's had in her bed. "Me too," she said aloud. "Cause when I came here the first time, she was with a young man like you, somebody you don't know. She'd just gotten laid by him. And then.. . "She hesitated. That diabolic liquor had made her rather cheeky, but she still retained an ounce of modesty. "She undressed me completely, not just in front of herself, but in front of the boy too, after she sucked him off and he came right in her mouth." She licked her dry lips and took another gulp of that poison. "And before that she even licked my pussy."
Back to the subject at hand, she came closer to the boy. His pants fell to his ankles. He was wearing only his shorts and through them his stiff little prick bulged out. In fact, they were so transparent Solange could see the pink head of the gland. At the same time, she slipped down his shorts. Her trembling hand grasped his cock, small compared to the others she had seen. The young man quivered.
"He's even more naive than I thought," she mused. "Mama Perlot must not have trained him completely. Nor gotten rid of his shyness."
"And me?" she said aloud, "Won't you help me? This way you can only see and feel my breast." Then, irritated, she pushed him away.
"Wait," she said, "I'll do it myself.. . "
With a flick of the wrist, she was naked, proud of herself. She knew her body with its long muscles was slimmer and more desirable than Miss Perlot's, a body she certainly couldn't disguise.
"Look at me," rasped Solange, her throat dry. Her whole body trembled. She felt the boy's timid stare searing her flesh, her belly, made her breasts harden.
"Oh, I want to so much," she breathed, full of sincerity. "Take me in your arms. Hold me tight. I want to feel you against me, I think I'm coming.. . "
"And if Germaine comes back," murmured Fred, still frightened.
"Germaine?" Solange was taken aback. She had forgotten the old maid's name was Germaine. "Oh," she replied, "She doesn't give a damn.. . Quite the contrary . . Don't think she's a jealous woman."
Breathing heavily, lost in a lustful dream, she pressed her feverish body against the trembling, naked body of the boy. They both quivered and she felt his long wand palpitating against her belly, as though it would penetrate her, drive itself in, like a sword. Solange bit his neck gently. It was something no one had ever taught her, but a natural instinct that comes to all girls, an instinct for love that money can't buy.
"Carry me to the sofa," she murmured. "Put your hands on my ass. Lift me..."
In so doing she felt the boy's prick even more, pointed as it was just above her mound where the curly hairs began. And she was afraid this contact alone would make her come. "Come quickly," she breathed, "Hurry, if you don't.. . " She dared not reveal the intensity of her desire. But her whole body was feverish, and she felt her pussy half-open, offered for the sacrifice, moist with sweat and fuck. A warm, musky odor arose from her body.
Never had she felt so abandoned. What had happened on the beach, what little she remembered, was forgotten now. There existed only this latent, lurking pleasure and the hope of voluptuousness. Never had a man really made her come. The last memory she had of a man was that brutal penetration on the beach, the electrifying penetration of flesh that brought blood to the surface, filling her with tension. Or like a rod of molten lead piercing her to the core.
But now, this evening, with this strange young man who made her feel almost protective, undoubtedly the same emotion that motivated Miss Perlot with her young lovers--she felt everything would be different.
"Come," she repeated, clasping her arms around the boy's neck.
He was strong. He lifted her like a pillow and set her on the sofa. Then he looked at her a long time, motionless, his prick upright, throbbing.
"Well, let's go!" moaned Solange, stretching her hand towards him and pulling him to herself. Her eyes glowed and her lips were moist.
"Come," she insisted. "Mount me."
Naturally, he did have some experience. Miss Perlot hadn't left him totally ignorant; he knew the mechanics.
So much so that as soon as he was on top of her and she had spread her thighs to receive him, he first slipped his hand between her legs, seeking out her glistening pussy, moist with fragrant dew. But this simple touch made the girl tremble violently.
"Frig me a little, if you want," she moaned. "But don't hold off. I want to so much.... I want you to fuck me good. Really drive it in." Already she was panting. She had slid her hand between their bellies and was fondling the rigid prick, hard as a rock, and already caressing the entrance to the vagina.
"Ah, you'll make me come...." she murmured, almost swooning. "I don't think I've ever been so delirious." She steadied his trembling spear. "Let me have it, baby! Push...Dig it in."
The young man gave a thrust and the girl cried out as the burning rod sunk slowly in.
"Oh, it's so good," she groaned. "It'll be great, you'll see. Go to it. Fuck me hard."
"Fred began to thrust, slowly at first. His body was sweaty and it seemed that the girl was so narrow contrary to Miss Perlot that his rod was tightened in a vise.
"I feel you...I feel you...." groaned the young girl, who began, too, to thrust her hips seeking out the rod as it drove in. "And you?"
The boy did not reply. He was in another world, beyond the earth, almost in paradise. And little by little, he felt the pleasure rising, a pleasure he could not much longer resist. He stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong?" cried Solange. "Why did you stop?"
"I'm coming," he breathed.
"Come then," cried the girl, "Come! But fuck me."
"There," he gasped.
Solange gave a start. She felt the thick, warm male liquor spurting through. Then she cried out, and like the time on the beach, with Myrtle in Adolph's arms, she cried out again and threw her feet towards the ceiling. She had really come for the first time. Her head swam in ecstasy. She was finally a woman.
"I'm afraid it'll come."
"That's all right. Go on.... tonight, I don't give a damn. I love you, you hear? I love you...."
It was certainly a very temporary love, made of their reciprocal excitement, close enough, though, to eternity.
"Ah," moaned Solange. "This is something new. You'll keep it up, won't you?"
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
He replied with a kiss. His thrusts became faster and faster. He stopped again, cautiously, afraid of the consequences.
