"Open your legs wide," the man breathed, "open them still more."
He was crushing Simone with all his weight.
"No," she protested, "I'm afraid."
For the last half hour he had been caressing her in the darkness of the stable. His fingers trembled with desire as they stole under her little slip, seeking and finding her dainty little virgin pussy, attaining it and caressing it with a lingering and beseeching ardor.
At the beginning, the pleasure had been intense. Simone's pussy had opened, already moistened from pleasure, and the harsh fingers of the man had parted those dainty pink lips, tickled the clitoris which erected its little head amid the brown silky curls of her pussy fur. Then she had felt against her belly and against her thigh the rigid dart of his manhood graze her naked, quivering flesh.
At a given moment he had taken her hand and placed it upon his ardent member. But she had stiffened with revolt, startled, so he hadn't insisted, out of fear of frightening her too much. But she could still remember the contact with the palpitating, enormous thing, hard as iron and as ruthless!
Then, her first fears past, pleasure had returned, lacerating and sharp, hollowing her loins and her belly. Her pussy seemed to yearn for the man's caress, for it had newly opened, moistened.
"Don't do it to me," she begged. "I've never known a man. I've never known a man that way."
"A virgin, eh?" Gaspard breathed. "Well, that's possible. You're only sixteen. A virgin-and I, I've never had one."
Already she felt the man's prick press against the entry to her vagina. She was petrified with fear and yet her body offered itself, her pussy tingled and twitched and opened in acceptance. She was unable to suppress her true desire despite that fear.
Gaspard had passed an arm around her waist, he was weighing down upon her and pressing her against himself. And his right hand, gripped his prick, directing that vigorous organ against her pussy.
"I'm going to put it into you," he murmured. "I'm going to teach you what love is. You'll see how good it is."
"No!" she groaned. But suddenly she felt the enormous organ bury itself in her, tearing her, penetrating her to the very middle of her belly. She arched in anguish and tears began to flow down her cheeks.
"Mamma!" she cried shrilly. But now the man's cock was entirely burrowed inside of her.
He stopped a moment; then, slowly, began to give slow thrusts and movements of his loins. His prick dug in completely and at times seemed to retreat entirely out of that soft, tight, moist cavern. Sometimes she felt the length of his weapon to the very depths of her vaginal sheath, then, slowly, he penetrated her anew, drew himself out so as to tickle the entry of her vulva after he had buried himself to the balls inside her cuntsheath.
"I don't want to," Simone groaned. "You mustn't!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks, but they only seemed to excite the man the more.
"Let me fuck you," he stammered. "Oh, how glorious it is...don't you feel my prick?"
"Y-yes.. . take it out.. . take it out right away ...oh, please take it out of me!" But she knew very well the irremediable act had been accomplished. After the brutal tearing of her hymen, she felt a sort of burning which his in-and-out maneuvering kept accentuating.
Now his other hand had slipped under her bottom and was fondling her bottom-cheeks. She was caught in a sort of living vise, mobile, panting, with a prick that whipped her, flailed and furrowed her, attacked and besieged her.
"Why did you do that?" she sobbed. "I didn't want you to.. . "
"Yes, you did, you really wanted it.. . and it would have happened to you one day or another.. . it's just as well that it's I. God, how narrow you are.. . my prick is squeezed by that soft cunt of yours, Simone!"
His fingers clawed her young velvety bottom-globes, and his rhythm grew more feverish.
"Mamma!" Simone tearfully repeated as her tears redoubled.
Yes, she had known that one day, or another some man would take her flower. But not this one! She had dreamed of a handsome young boy of her own age, but this was a man of nearly fifty who, moreover, was her own uncle.
It seemed to her that with the Romeo of whom she had dreamed, lovemaking would be easy, without pain, and would draw her to the seventh circle of heaven itself. Now, on the contrary, she experienced a dull, throbbing pain. And yet the unusual presence of that object inside her vagina procured a certain pleasure for her at the same time. It was incomplete, to be sure, but she felt that one day or another this penetration would bring her to ecstasy itself.
"You're hurting me," she groaned.
Gaspard was panting. She felt his warm breath against her ear.
"I love you, you know," he murmured. "I've wanted you for a long time. Ever since you were a little child then, hardly thirteen. One day I caught you about to piss in the corner of the meadow. You had hardly any hairs on your pussy, they were only beginning to grow. Do you remember?"
"No." Yet Simone remembered perfectly. She had pulled up her panties so fast that she had wet herself, then she had run away. Yet that had excited her. And when she thought this man had seen her pussy, of which she was beginning to grow proud, she frigged herself when she thought of that scene in which he had surprised her. She had already been tickling herself for some months, but she had no other memory except that one to heighten her desires.
And now today, several years later, Gaspard had dragged her into this empty stable. He had begun by fondling her, rolling her breasts under his palm, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Pleasure had come suddenly. Taken with dizziness, she had let him do as he would, palpitating in his arms like a bird.
"Take it out." she begged him again. "If my aunt knew-"
"She's not going to know. You certainly aren't going to tell her, are you?" But Simone did not reply.
"I fuck her, too, the way I fuck you. But when I married her, she wasn't a virgin, while you are-or were until just now, hahaha!"
And as he spoke, his prick dug more rapidly than ever into her cunt.
"And she came furiously, you know. She panted and groaned and cried. One day I'll fuck her in front of you."
"No!"
"Why, yes, I will. It's exciting, you know." Now, panting heavily, he stammered, "I'm going to come.. . damn it. I'm going to discharge in you...it's too good to take it out.. . I can't help myself-oh, God!"
Simone stiffened, tried to repulse him, but she was held tightly in his arms.
"No," she cried, her face streaming with tears. "Don't do that! I'm afraid!" Because-suppose he were to make her pregnant by chance!
His prick inside of her was harder than ever, and it seemed more swollen than ever. Now it seemed he hardly took it out at all. His strokes were more rapid, more jerky, and they traveled very little distance inside her tightening cunt. She struggled ferociously to rid herself of his embrace, but in vain. He would soon accomplish his desire.
His hairy balls tickled her bottom. They were hard, they too, and their skin was raspy. His prick swelled more and more inside of her.
"There," he breathed, "I'm going to come. I'm going to spend it all inside of you.. . "
Simone, with a cry, felt a burning jet spurt into her womb. It seemed that he would never stop discharging his virile liqueur, and the adolescent girl had the impression that this liquid, which she had never seen, was filling her very belly.
At last he stopped, exhausted, panting, and his prick began to grow limp in her vaginal sheath.
Finally he stood up, tugging his dart out of her cunt. It was greasy with sperm, and there were also several traces of blood on it.
CHAPTER TWO
Simone was alone at the farm of the Bordeliere with her uncle and her aunt, as she was every year during her vacation. Her mother, a widow, had remained in Paris, happy to entrust her daughter to her sister, Emily, all this time. She could hardly suspect the desires of the uncle for the young girl and how they would come to fulfillment.
And now, in the stable, since her uncle had violated her, Simone was afraid of him. But it wasn't a hateful fear. On the contrary, it was with a certain emotion that she thought of that big prick struggling back and forth in her vaginal sheath, with ever-hastier thrusts, and then the hot, sticky spurt of sperm which had filled her very matrix.
A few days had passed since her defloration, and it seemed that her pussy was still painful. Sometimes Gaspard, when his wife wasn't around, tried to drag her back to the stable, but she fiercely refused each time. He had to content himself with thrusting his tongue into her mouth and slipping his hand under her blouse. At each of his touches, her little breasts quivered and their soft rosy tips grew hard.
"Come," he begged. "It will be much better now, you'll see!"
But she refused each time, although she still had a secret longing to feel that huge object spike her in her tenderest parts. She guessed that one day or another passion would submerge her. In that moment she would have neither concern nor fear, even when the huge head of his organ belabored her entrails.
Her feelings were complex. A sort of disgust was mingled in this desire, doubtless due to a sentiment of guilt, since the man who had taken her flower was her very own uncle.
And this afternoon he was insisting again. They were in the kitchen-garden, and he held her tightly pressed against him. "Come," he was saying, "you'll see, it will be better than the first time. And then, today, I'm going to make you come yourself."
He had lifted up Simone's dress, gently lowered her panties, and no whe was sueezing her bare bottom, which she was energetically tightening.
"Let me go," she said, freeing herself, with some difficulty, however for his caresses were making her feel weak all over.
Without her having noticed, he had unbuttoned his trousers and was now taking out his rigid prick.
"See what a hard-on I have...how I long for you!"
And it was this very object of flesh, extended, arrogant, threatening, this very object which had plunged into her and torn from her first cries of womanhood.
"Touch it!" he urged.
"No!"
They saw a shadow slip behind the poplars and Gaspard hastily buttoned himself up. He gave her a sly look and then added, "Then come tonight to the door of our room. I'm going to fuck Emilly. I'll leave the light on purpose. You'll watch, and the thought that you'll be watching will make me have a stiffer cock than ever."
"I shan't come!" she gasped.
He smiled: "Oh, yes, you'll come. You know you'll want to so very much."
Simone was resolved not to accept this invitation, but the warmth of summer weighed heavily upon her. She was naked on her bed and a warm breeze, coming from the open window, caressed her, kissed her pussy and played with the soft, silky hairs covering the dainty pink lips.
She couldn't sleep. The memory of what had happened kept her awake and feverish. Brusquely, she cast aside all scruples. After all, Gaspard had been with her only a short time in that one act, and now she had a right to know everything and to watch everything. Still naked, her throat dry, she slipped out of bed. She tiptoed down the hall and saw a thin blade of light passing under the door of the room in which her uncle and aunt were sleeping. She thought that she had waited too long and that she would see nothing. She bent over and put her eye to the keyhole.
The two people were standing, one in front of the other. Aunt Emily was in her combination, and Gaspard was just slipping off his suspenders.
Her breasts appeared first. It was the first time Simone had seen the breasts of a another woman. Emily's were much larger than her own, widely circled with coral-color and quite pointed, despite the fact that she was forty years old. Gaspard was massaging them gently. Under the caress, the skin became grainy and her nipples hardened.
"Go on like that," Emily murmured, 'I love it when you touch my breasts."
"Let's see all of you now," he panted.
The combination fell to her knees. She wore only a very light slip which also fluttered down to her ankles. Her belly, which no pregnancy had blemished, was flat, and at the apex of her thighs, the slightly prominent pubis was covered with brown, very thick hairs. When Gaspard grazed it, Emily trembled.
"Spread your legs," he murmured.
That phrase recalled to Simone a very precise memory. She saw him slip his finger into her aunt's slit and begin to frig back and forth. The woman sighed and pressed herself against her husband's naked torso.
"Does that make you wet?"
"Yes."
"Now," he ordered, "undo my trousers and take out my prick."
Clumsily, Emily undid the buttons. Her little hand plunged into his fly, drew out almost at once the long, thick, stiff cock, which she began to palpate and slowly frig.
Simone ardently regarded this scene which was so new to her.
"Wait," her uncle murmured. Quickly he removed his trousers and underwear. Though she was now no longer a virgin, it was still the first time Simone had seen a man naked, and she was greatly impressed. Doubtless Gaspard, as he had told her, was aware of her presence behind the door, for he had maneuvered in such a way that Emily would be seen in profile.. . and the placement was so excellent that Simone indeed saw their slightest gesture.
"Stop!" he murmured as his wife continued to frig him. "Sit down on the bed."
She obeyed and installed herself, her legs spread, her pussy offered. That pussy fascinated Simone. Her own was small, and Emily's appeared enormous. Gaspard stood in front of his wife and said, "Suck me."
"You know I don't like that," his wife protested.
"Yes, indeed. You've already done it."
Half-heartedly, Emily took her husband's cock, put the head into her mouth and began to suck. She stopped several times to catch her breath, and while her right hand caressed her husband's testicles, her left hand squeezed his bottom. Simone felt her pussy gape and grow moist. Almost without thinking about it, she slid her finger down to her cleft. Formerly, when she had touched herself alone in her bed, she had been content to rub her clitoris, but this evening she buried her finger into her cunt. It was the first time she had done this, and the first time also that an unusual object was penetrating her since her uncle had forced through the narrow portals of her virgin hole.
"Continue," Gaspard murmured. "You see that that when you want to, you do very well. Put your tongue over the end. Put your tongue over the end-tickle it...it's more than a year since you've done that for me, eh? I feel I'm coming...I'm going to give it to you all in your mouth."
Already, he was stiffening, his loins jerking, and he thrust his prick entirely into his wife's mouth.
"Above all, don't stop," he said as she was about to pull away. "I'm going to come. I want to enjoy
Henriette myself in your mouth, you lovely bitch."
He put his hand on his wife's head. "Here it comes...I'm going, I'm going...there!"
Simone imagined the hot spurting jet bubbling down into her aunt's gullet, and Emily uttered a sort of sigh. At last she stopped and put her head against the man's naked stomach. His long prick was softening, and a little white spunk ran down her cheek.
"Go wash your mouth," he said finally. "Now I'm going to lick you."
CHAPTER THREE
"You know I don't like that too much," Emily said as she approached the bed.
"But you do love it, for you come as my tongue gets to you," Gaspard laughed softly.
"Yes," Emily blushingly admitted. "But just the same, it makes me feel a little ashamed."
Once again, with obvious reluctance, she obeyed. She lay across the bed, her legs straddled and dangling over the edge, thus offering to Simone's regard her wide slit with the half-open pink lips framed by the frizzy dark hairs. Gaspard passed a fingertip over that pink crevice, which made Emily shiver.
"You see that you really want me to," he chuckled. "You're all wet."
"It's true, but just the same," she faltered, "when I think you're going to lick up my cream, I'm humiliated."
"On the contrary, that pleases me. And while I do this, I'll get my strength back so I can really fuck you," was his rejoinder.
He then knelt, lifted her thighs over his shoulders and glued his mouth to her open and offered cunt.
At the very first stroke of his tongue, Emily shivered. Now her husband was licking her slowly, upwards and down. Sometimes his tongue dug into her offered cunt, then rose, tickling her clitoris. Emily had folded an arm over her closed eyes, and she began to pant, her loins began to jerk and squirm. Her belly rose and fell by turns. He interrupted her. "Is it good?"
"Yes, you're doing me a lot of good...ohhh, oh."
"Did the lover you had before me do this to you?"
"No. He was content to fuck me, to dig his prick in.. . don't talk to me about him."
Gaspard returned to his occupation, but this time his mouth sucked in her clitoris, which had grown rather large and stiff, and made it roll under his tongue. During the silence which now fell upon the couple, Simone continued to frig herself and could hear only the noise of sucking and the moist, squishy sounds when her uncle stopped to get his breath. She saw only his wide back and his compact bare bottom.
Now Emily's loins began to jerk more nervously and more rhythmically. Her breath came in a light groan: "Continue.. . " she supplicated, "don't stop.. . I'm going to come." She had put her other hand on the man's head, her fingers were playing with his hair. Her breasts had hardened and rose boldly, thrusting out their tips within those brownish aureoles.
* * *
Simone clenched her teeth. She felt that she too was going to come. Her fingers sped against her clitoris, long shivers rippled up and down her spine. And her love cream began to trickle down her thighs. She suddenly experienced the long, shuddering quake of love spasm and, tottering, she ground her teeth tightly together to stifle any outcry.
"Ah!" Emily groaned in a tearful voice. "I'm coming...I'm coming, you see...oh God, how I'm coming!"
Her bottom began to jerk and twist and weave about more feverishly than ever. Suddenly she flung her legs up towards the ceiling, her toes clawing the air, and uttered a shriek of agony.
"Gaspard!"
Gaspard had passed his hands under her and continued to squeeze her bare bottom-cheeks. At last she quieted down and in a languishing voice murmured: "Stop!"
Then he abandoned her, wiped his mouth off on her inner thighs and stood up. Simone saw that he had another hard-on.
His prick, long and thick, was throbbing with pleasure. It was stiff as a baton and as hard as one. He pulled away the foreskin and his prickhead appeared, pink amid the brownish skin. Without a word, he stretched his wife out on the bed, and mounted over her. Kneeling between her open thighs, he dominated her, and his prick seemed to threaten the shadowy, darkened belly where her pussy fur and hole were.
"Open your legs. I'm going to put it into you now," he warned her.
"I've just come," she said. "I don't know if I can come again."
"I won't come right away either, which will make it all the better," he replied.
He took hold of his prick, pointed it towards his wife's cunt, fell upon her, and with a single dig, buried into her. Then he passed one hand under her waist, while his other hand fondled her breast. Simone asked herself how an organ so huge could have penetrated into her three days earlier. So far as Emily was concerned, she had already seen that Emily's pussy was wide, but her own was only a very little slit.
Gaspard remained motionless for a few moments, then slowly began to move up and down on his wife, her arms having been flung around his torso. He fucked her mechanically and systematically. Sometimes Simone saw his prick draw out almost entirely, except for the meatus, then bury itself anew in Emily's vagina. It thrust in to the very balls.
"Don't go too fast," she murmured. "Let me enjoy it. It's good...it's going deep into me...and I feel your balls between my buttocks.. . we have lots of time.. . please don't come right away."
"I won't. I too enjoy it," he promised in a hoarse voice.
It was the first time Simone had witnessed such a spectacle, and she found that this mystery, since it was between two adults, was endowed with a certain majesty. She still felt her own pleasure throbbing within her. This pleasure was now calm, like that which the two lovers must be experiencing, but it must be less complete. Once again Simone put her hand over her pussy.
Emily had now folded her legs so his prick would dig in more deeply and she had wound them over his. Already she was beginning to give little squirming thrusts of her naked bottom. Her belly arched to his, and under his embrace she seemed to suffocate.
"Ah," she murmured. "How good it is.. . I feel it's going to begin all over again...but hold yourself back...don't go off right away. It's been a long time since you've fucked me like this...usually you're much more rapid and more brutal."
"That's because I came a little while ago. You see that you didn't die from it."
"No, but I don't like it."
"What taste does it have?"
"It's rather filthy. There's a slight taste of chlorine."
Her voice was slightly panting, languid and murmuring. Then she resumed in a dreamy voice, "Fuck me well, darling. Oh, fuck me! I feel as if your prick were thicker than usual. What's the matter with you this evening? It's been a long time since we had such a night...why are you so excited?"
"I don't know," he replied.
But Simone knew. She knew what excited her uncle so greatly-the fact that he had guessed she was behind the door. He was savoring the thought that she was watching them fucking, and this exhibitionism had procured him a special paroxysm of pleasure.
"Ah," Emily stammered, "I feel I'm going to come!" Her squirming loins grew more feverish in their contortions. She writhed on the bed, groaning, her belly undulating and shifting from side to side. She clung to her husband with her arms and legs, welding herself to him lustfully. "Ohhh, darling," she stammered, "darling, take all of me!"
"The next time, I'll bugger you."
"Oh, no, not that!"
He had passed his hands under her bottom, and was fondling and squeezing her quaking posterior globes. Now she groaned softly, her head fallen back, eyes closed, beads of sweat gleaming on her temples, her lips parted. "Wait for me," she gasped, "we'll come together, dearest!"
Now, their embrace and their frantic coupling became furious. The mattress creaked. One would have said that they were fighting a mortal combat.
"Oh, come with me, come now," she sobbed.
"There," the man gasped, "take all I've got."
"Oh, you're shooting off in me now, oh, how wonderful," she cried.
She arched and wriggled, kicked her feet up towards the ceiling as a long groan emerged from her throat. Gaspard fucked her furiously.
At last they were appeased. She fell back on the bed, limp as a rag doll. He remained a moment over her, then lifted himself off. Now his prick was limp and greasied, and he took a handkerchief from under one of the pillows and wiped himself, while his wife rose, went to sit down on the bidet at the end of the room, and washed herself energetically.
Her husband was waiting for her, still naked on the bed, when she returned, and he took her into his arms. They kissed lingeringly, while he fondled his wife's body, from her bottom to her breasts. But it was evident that the scene was over.
Simone went back to her room and, her head still filled with what she had just seen, she frigged herself again until she spent.
Was it possible, she asked herself, that one day the prick of a man dug into her pussy could make her come with such fury as her aunt had known, while Uncle Gaspard had been fucking her?
CHAPTER FOUR
Until that famous summer, Simone's life had really had no sexuality in it. She knew all about love, naturally, but she had never witnessed the exploits of a couple or even heard their groans of pleasure. Not until that memorable and ardent night.
And yet she had experienced her first fucking at a point when she had not even seen a man's cock. Indeed, she had not really seen it until it had come out of her own cunt, soft and stickied with spunk. But from this moment on, everything changed.
"Well," her uncle said to her the next day, "you came to see last night, didn't you?" And he lifted her chin with a forefinger.
"Yes," she said, staring boldly into his eyes.
His smile was cynical. "Did you have a good time? Wouldn't you have liked to have been in your aunt's place?"
He tried to fondle one of her breasts, but she moved away.
"Well," he said, "only the thought that you were watching us while she was sucking my cock and then when I was licking her and finally when I was fucking her, made me frightfully hard. Do you want to see how much?"
"No!"
However, he unbuttoned his fly and took out his cock. It was the first time, really, that she had seen it so close in a state of erection.
"Don't you want me to fuck you again? It'll be much better than the first time, you'll see," he intimated.
"No, let me go!"
"Let me at least lick your little pussy. That's good, you know."
"No, I don't want you to, it's over."
He insisted several times but without success. He tried to drag her into the stable but, seeing that he would obtain no results, at last he tired of the affair. Besides, vacation was ending and it was high time to return to Paris.
Everything was now to change, for Simone was now aware that she had become a woman and she was proud of it. When she met her friend Henriette in college, she hurried to tell her about her adventures, but slightly changing them for certain reasons best known to herself. Henriette. who was still a virgin, listened to her avidly, demanding all the details.
"Then," Simone said, "my uncle stripped my aunt naked. She has lovely bubbies, bigger than ours, and at the bottom of her tummy a black triangle, very curly, with a much wider slit than ours."
"What do you know about it?" Henriette protested. "You've never seen mine."
A strange desire, unknown in Simone's psyche until that time, took possession of her. "You must show it to me, then," she said. "I shall compare."
Henriette lowered her eyes and blushed. "Next Thursday, if you like. You can come to my place. My parents won't be there. I'll let you see. But you'll also have to show me yours. I've never seen it."
"If you like," Simone said indifferently.
"Go on with your story, darling," Henriette insisted.
"Well, when she was all naked, they stood facing each other. Then she unbuttoned his fly and began to frig him gently. A man's cock is very big, you know."
Just thinking of it as she spoke, Simone felt her mouth watering and her pussy twitching.
"And then?" Henriette demanded.
"And then he made her sit down on the edge of the bed and he forced her to take his cock into her mouth and suck it."
"Faugh!" Henriette gasped with a grimace. "That I shall never do!"
"You know nothing about it," Simone proudly declared. "In any case, he spent in her mouth, and when she finished washing herself, he laid hey across the bed and then he did the same for her."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that he licked her pussy and it must have been very nice because she came. She wriggled, she groaned as we do, when we have fun. Don't you touch yourself, you too?"
"Well yes," Henriette hesitantly avowed, as she blushed again. She was only fifteen, a year younger than Simone, and still a virgin and very timid. But she loved her friend enough so that she hid nothing from her. However, as to the delicious habits of her own nocturnal solitude, she had never until now admitted them to anyone.
"Yes."
"And do you groan when you come."
"I too. But she, she finished by screaming and kicking her feet up to the ceiling. So it's much better than what we do."
"Once, I almost cried out," Henriette murmured, "but I bit my lips because I was afraid my parents would hear me."
"And they, when they do it, don't you hear them?"
"Well, I did twice. They were whispering at first, and then I heard the mattress creaking. Then my mother was breathing very loudly and stammering things I couldn't understand. What about you?"
"As for myself," Simone proudly answered, "my mother is a widow, and there's never any man at the house. I suppose since she's only thirty-six, she does as we do. It's possible that she may visit a man on the side that I don't know about. In any case, when my aunt came, my uncle got another hard-on. His organ was all stiff. Then he stretched my aunt on the bed, and got over her, told her to spread her legs and then he buried it into her.
"It lasted a little longer than the first time. He really thrust his cock in mightily. Then she began to wriggle, she clung to him and groaned, then she arched, cried out and again flung up her legs towards the ceiling. Then I left."
"Didn't you return to see them?"
"Yes, once. But they had turned out the light and I could only hear them."
The two girls walked on a little way in silence in the courtyard, in their heads these delicious thoughts buzzing about, thoughts which made their pussies tingle and moisten.
"And now," Simone said, "I want to tell you something you must not repeat to anyone. Do you swear?"
"I do."
"I too, I've done it."
Henriette regarded her with admiring astonishment. "Is that so? With a boy?'
"Yes, he was eighteen and very handsome," Simone lied, for so far as she was concerned her uncle was almost an old man, in his forties, and she was somewhat ashamed of this affair. So she invented this hero out of a romance, and she even modified the setting. "He led me into a little wood. There he took off my panties."
"Did you let him do that?"
"I wanted him to."
"Weren't you afraid?"
"A little. But I didn't think he would go so far as to put it into me. He first wanted to see me and to touch me. Then he made me look at his cock, and it was long and hard."
"I should have fainted dead away with shame," Henriette confessed.
"Then he lay down on me, I felt his cock tickling my slit, and then in a single thrust he penetrated into me."
Thinking about this, Henriette shuddered. "Did he hurt you?"
"At the time, yes. Afterwards, he thrust his cock in the way I had seen my uncle do to my aunt. And it was awfully good. But I didn't come, even when he spurted into me."
"And you aren't pregnant?" Henriette exclaimed.
"No, you know, it doesn't happen every time when a woman fucks that she is impregnated," Simone said in a haughty knowing way to show off before her friend. "Anyway, that penetration was so impressive that for some hours I felt that his prick was still inside of me and it was still moving around. It was awfully nice."
"Will you do it again?" Henriette demanded.
"Certainly, but not with just anybody. And this time, I feel, I shall come as strongly as my aunt did, because I really want to."
She had kept herself from talking of the atrocious pain and the immense chagrin she had felt in reality. She didn't want to frighten Henriette, because at the moment she had just had a lascivious idea come into her head. However, the bell ended the recreation period and the two girls had to separate.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow, Thursday, at your place."
"Yes," said Henriette. "Come about two o'clock. My parents will be leaving and we'll be alone."
"And will you show it to me."
"Yes," Henriette breathed, as she blushed again.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was Henriette who opened the door to Simone and murmured, "I'm alone, my parents have already left."
She led her friend into the salon. She was embarrassed and blushing. She both desired and feared to accomplish what she had promised.
From her point of view Simone experienced the same desire, the same uneasiness, for they were after all two mere children at the beginning of amorous experience, although Simone had brutally been made into a woman at her tender age.
She grew bolder, however, took Henriette in her arms and kissed her on the mouth, but without daring to slip her tongue between the girl's lips. She felt Henriette tremble against her. while she gently passed her hand over the young girl's breast, and she could feel it hardening under her fingers.
"You know what you promised me?" she said.
Henriette shivered.
"Show it to me now," Simone insisted.
Henriette blushed once more and lowered her head. "I don't dare."
"But you must," Simone murmured. "I've never seen any other girl's pussy except that of my aunt. And I want to compare." Her throat was dry with desire. But she was aware that it wasn't only the need for comparison which urged her on but a much more subtle desire which she dared not yet admit. She repeated: "Show it to me."
"I'm ashamed."
Henriette seated herself on the divan and stared obstinately at the floor.
"You mustn't be. Take off your panties."
But the young girl remained motionless. Simone sat down beside her and gently lifted the girl's dress over her thighs, almost up to her belly. A little white slip appeared, triangular.
"Take it off."
Henriette didn't reply. Simone gently stroked the young thighs, and her hand ascended. "I'll help you," she murmured, "let me do it."
She attained the palpitating belly, and slipped down the garment. "Get up a little, so that it will pull down better."
And then suddenly a soft blonde fleece appeared, framing a thin pink slit.
"You mustn't," Henriette protested as she placed her hand over her cunt.
But Simone pushed it away, for a profound lascivious urge had begun to take hold of her. "Yes, I must. You promised me. Afterwards, I'll show you mine. Now spread your legs a little."
Henriette's pussy appeared, slightly parted and gaping. Already her clitoris was throbbing and erect.
"You see it's not so bad. Your pussy is lovely, you know. Lovelier than my aunt's, and much fresher. One day a man will plunge his prick into it, as he did into mine."
"I don't know if-if I would let him," Henriette faltered.
Now Simone began gently to caress the prominent pussy. She received a strange and delicious impression, the like of which she had not even dreamed of until now. And she felt the young girl tremble against her and begin to pant.
"I love to touch you, and don't you like it too?"
"I oughtn't to let you," Henriette faltered timidly.
Simone slid her finger into the little slit and began to tickle the button of Henriette's clitoris. Isn't that the way you frig yourself? I'd love to make you come. Is it nice?"
"Yes."
"You're getting wet there, you naughty girl."
They spoke in low voices, as if they were in church, both captured in a delightful vertigo. But undoubtedly intimidated, Henriette did not achieve orgasm. "Show me yours too," she said, growing bolder.
Simone let go of her, stood up and with a prompt gesture slid down her slip. Then, standing in front of her friend, she lifted her skirt to her navel, baring her smooth flat belly and the brown triangle of her sex. "Does it please you?"
"Yes, it's lovely," murmured the younger girl, who avidly stared at her friend's pubis. "Aside from mine, I've never seen one, you know." She seemed now to gather a little more courage and she continued, "and mine, I saw it because I put a mirror between my straddled legs. But that isn't comfortable."
"Do you want to touch it?" As Henriette did not reply to this leading question, Simone took her hand and put it on her own pussy. At this contact, a long shudder ran through Henriette and she opened her thighs, while Simone ordered, "You caress me too."
The younger girl applied a timid finger and began to frig Simone.
She stammered. "It's not nice what we're doing, it's forbidden."
"Just the same, it's very pleasant," Simone giggled. She then seated herself near Henriette, took her into her arms and kissed the girl's neck. "We're going to do it to each other mutually," she proposed.
But this was extremely uncomfortable and soon Simone was taken by a brutal desire. She pushed the younger girl back on the divan and climbed over her. "Open your legs," she ordered.
The younger girl no longer knew what she was doing and obeyed. Simone thrust her pussy against her friend's, and with slow movements of her loins, began to rub, as she squeezed Henriette in her arms. "Is it good now?" she whispered.
"Yes."
However, it was an incomplete pleasure.
The two young girls, entwined, rubbed their pussies together, both bathed in sweat.
"I love you," Simone panted, "I wish I could be a boy to put it into you, to fuck you, to ream you. Don't you wish I were a boy?"
"Yes."
"Would you let me fuck you?"
"I don't know," Henriette stammered, though in the state in which she was, she would surely have been an easy prey.
"Ah," Simone suddenly murmured, "I want to see it, I want to see it closer." She abandoned her prey, slipped down between the girl's thighs and then knelt down. A few inches away from her face, she saw Henriette's pussy now widely open and already glistening with love juice.
"I'm going to do to you what my uncle did to my aunt. I'm going to lick you. You'll see how good it is," she promised.
"No," Henriette weakly protested, "I'm too ashamed."
But Simone paid no attention. Her desire and curiosity overruled any other judgment. And when she planted her mouth against her friend's pussy, Henriette trembled and uttered a groan.
Then Simone thrust her tongue into Henriette's slit, from upwards down and from downwards up, sometimes thrusting it into the orifice of the yawning young vagina itself. Then she drew it back to titillate the button of the clitoris, which she finished by sucking between her lips.
Henriette's breath came more and more quickly and she began to arch and squirm. Simone paused. "Isn't it good?" she panted.
"Yes."
"And you're going to come, aren't you."
"Yes."
"I'm going to make you come very hard," Simone said in a savage voice. "I want to hear you cry out. We are alone, so don't hold it back."
With this, she pressed her face back into Henriette's yawning pussy. The younger girl now began to groan. Her belly swelled and hollowed by turns. Her wrigglings became more and more feverish, as if her pussy were going forward to meet Simone's face and seek that tongue which flailed her and searched her so deliciously.
Suddenly she groaned, "Oh, Simone!"
And all of a sudden she uttered a light cry, while love-cream seeped out of her cunt to moisten Simone's mouth and chin.
CHAPTER SIX
When Simone returned from the washroom, her excitement had not yet passed, and she cast a lustful gaze at Henriette's pussy. The younger girl was still stretched out across the bed, not even thinking of hiding her nakedness. She seemed to offer her pussy to any comer.
"And now," Simone decreed, "you're going to do the same to me."
"No, not that!" Henriette cried. "It's filthy!"
"Why no, since I did it to you myself. But so far as I am concerned, no one has done it to me. Don't you want to? Come on!"
Her voice grew caressing, almost pleading, and she added, "I'd like to know what it's like."
"No." But now Henriette's voice was less assured.
"Yes now. You stretch out, you'll see," Simone coaxed.
She put her hands on Henriette's shoulders, and straddled over her in such a way that her thighs framed the younger girl's head and her pussy was almost pressed against Henriette's mouth.
"Look at my pussy, since you wanted to see it."
"What we're doing is wrong," Henriette stammered.
"No it isn't, because grownups do it too," Simone declared. Then deliberately she pressed her vulva on the adolescent's mouth.
"Lick me now, dear. Put your tongue into my pussy, from upwards down," she instructed.
Clumsily, Henriette at last began to obey after a few moments of hesitation. It was a timid caress which only exasperated Simone and could not entirely satisfy her. Hence she exclaimed: "Press harder.. . yes, like that. Up more now. Take my button into your mouth, roll it under your tongue ...oh, that's perfect.. . oooh, it's good!"
Little shivers announced the spasms that would come upon her, and Simone panted, I'm going to come, I'm going to come in your mouth, darling. Go on, and don't stop above all else!"
She began to squirm her bottom to and fro, giving herself a movement of coming and going as if she were being fucked. And then suddenly, before she could hold herself back, the spasm seized her. while Henriette's hands against her bottom-cheeks contracted.. . perhaps Henriette was coming too. She felt a tremendous shudder run through her, She leaned back slightly, and stiffened. "Oh," she cried, "how good it is! I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Finally calm came to her while Henriette continued to lick her. "Stop, now," she said in a languishing voice.
She got off Henriette and went back to the bathroom, taking her friend by the hand. Henriette spat in the washbowl, and then washed her face before taking Simone's place on the bidet.
"Well," Simone said as she kissed her friend, "you see how nice it is with two girls together? Wle must start it over again, mustn't we?"
"Yes."
"You know, the truth is," Simone now confessed with a little smile, "that I always wanted to do this with you, but I didn't understand what it was until yesterday. Now I can tell you, last night when I frigged myself I thought of you. And I thought I was going to see your lovely little blonde pussy. And now you see how we can amuse ourselves. I know a little group of boys and girls."
"Have you already done this with them?"
"No, because I just told you it was the first time in my life I ever did it with a girl. And with a boy well, only one has ever fucked me, and that was just once. I think now it would be better. When I imagine a boy's cock thrusting into me, digging into my pussy, I get awfully wet. And I also get wet, now, just by looking at certain boys." She sighed. "We're lucky when we get excited, because it doesn't show. But with boys, when they do, their cocks stick out in their pants."
"As for me," Henriette said, "I should never be able to do it with anybody else but you. I should never dare to show anybody else my pussy, much less let somebody else lick me."
Simone kissed her. "That's nice," she said, "but you won't always say that. Anyway, boys will be able to make you do it later on."
"But I don't want them to fuck me."
Simone shrugged. "Come along with us, and you'll see. They won't violate you. And you can also see how other people amuse themselves. I've known them since before vacation time, but we were all virgins, apart from Maurice. We only talked about love but never did it. But now I think that since vacation time lots of thing have changed. There are three or four of us. Come tomorrow after study at seven o'clock. I'll present you to them. You'll be the youngest of the group."
She set a rendezvous for Henriette in a cafe on the Avenue Versailles.
And the next day, indeed, she presented Henriette to the group. There were two girls and two boys: Mireille, Florence, Louis and Emile. All of them were older than Henriette, who was quite cowed at first. Another boy, Guy, wasn't there. During the week he sometimes worked rather late.
All these young people went out among themselves, sometimes the girls together, sometimes a girl with a boy. Until now, apart from a few sly fondlings in the propitious shadows of the movies, a few touches on the pussy, panties that were pulled down or unbuttoned, or touches on the cock, with a hand slipped into the trousers, not much had the summer had passed over them and had quickly really happened. The girls were still virgins. But ripened them.
"My children," Mireille said in a triumphant tone, "I'm a woman now." She smiled and her eyes shone.
"I too," said Simone. "What about you, Florence?"
"I'm almost one," the young girl avowed.
"The fact is," Simone addressed them, "that only Henriette among us is a true virgin."
"We'll remedy that," said Louis laughingly.
"No, no!" Henriette protested.
Emile shrugged his shoulders. "They say all that, and afterwards they beg for it."
"Listen," said Florence. "I met Guy yesterday. Tomorrow afternoon he'll be free. We could all meet in his studio. We could have a nice long chat about all this, for I suppose that's what you really want."
"That's right," said Simone, "tomorrow we don't have any classes, Henriette and I. It would be wonderful to meet that way."
They separated and Louis, who had a good deal of money, proposed to Simone to come along in his car.
"We can have a glass of wine in a cafe in the Bois de Boulogne," he said. "You've got lots of time, since your mother comes home rather late."
"Yes, she does, these days," Simone agreed.
"I'm sure you don't want her to keep being without a man, young and beautiful as she is, and having to frig herself?" he slyly proposed. "She ought to be fucked by somebody."
"I don't care," Simone said indifferently.
They drove on for a little time in silence. "Then it's true that this summer you lost your cherry?"
"Yes, Louis."
"Good God! You ought to have kept it for me."
"You never asked it of me, and besides I probably would have refused if you had. But this summer I was sort of excited. The tender grass, the weather, you know."
"Did it hurt you?"
"A little."
As she said this, she seemed to feel again that thick prick of her uncle's penetrating her deep in her cunt.
"Did you come?"
"No."
"Because it was the first time. Later, you'll come, you'll see. And did you do it again?"
"No, he just fucked me once. It was the first time I'd seen a man's cock."
"Well," Louis chuckled, "just thinking about it gives me a hard-on. Look at my fly."
Indeed, there was a thick protuberance thrusting against the crotch of his trousers. "I must put into you one day or another. Put your hand on it, Simone. See how hard it is."
Formerly, Simone would have uttered little cries, but now without hesitating she put her hand against the swelling object.
Since the time with her uncle, she had had no contact with a man's cock, and she hadn't really even touched one. And she wanted to. It was a strange contact, for his cock started and throbbed, seeming to have a life all its own, and it quivered against her hand.
"Unbutton my trousers," he murmured, "slip your hand inside."
She obeyed, undid his shorts, attacked the wand of flesh and caressed it, shook it gently. She felt that her pussy was tickling her and opening, that desire was heating her loins.
"Stop," he said between clenched teeth. "Otherwise, I'll lose it. But keep holding it in your hand. You feel how hard I am?"
"I really ought to stop everything."
"No."
They finally arrived at the Bois. Night had fallen. Louis turned his car down a little road under the leafy trees, and stopped. "Here we'll be quite at our ease," he said as he turned off the lights.
"Have you already come here?"
"Yes. Take my cock out now. Caress it."
His prick sprang out of his trousers. In the shadows, Simone saw that big white worm with a pink head which she had been holding. He had put one arm around her shoulders and drawn her to him, he was silent and was panting.
His hand lifted up her dress, slipped into her panties, attacked her furry slit and his finger dug into the crevice, while Simone opened her thighs.
This precise caress made her lose her head a little, and her gestures became disorderly. She moved the young man's cock every whichway and her rhythm became incoherent.
"I'm going to put it into you," he said. "I'm going to fuck you. Let's go on the back seat."
"No, not here."
"Then suck me."
"I've never done that"
However, she wanted to, although the memory of the spunk which had run out of her aunt's mouth disgusted her a little. And she added, "I don't know how."
"Why, you can learn it easily. Take it in your mouth."
He held her by the nape of the neck and forced her to lean over.
"They'll see us," she whispered. "No."
They were whispering, and panting a little. Nothing else seemed to matter around them.
"Well, promise me not to go off in my mouth, then," Simone grudgingly said.
"No, I'll warn you, and you can finish me off by frigging me."
Simone suddenly made her decision, bent her head down, took his prick in her hand and her mouth closed over the tip. Under her tongue, the skin of the meatus was warm and satiny. She began to suck and to titillate it.
"You see how well you do it?" he gasped.
As she was bent over, Louis slipped his hand into her panties and, while she was sucking him thus, fondled her bottom-cheeks. He separated them, and his finger introduced itself into the sticky orifice of her vulva. She arched and squirmed under this penetration, but kept sucking him. Both of them were too excited for this to last long. Louis took out his handkerchief, put it over his belly. "Stop," he breathed, "I'm going to come."
She straightened up quickly, still holding his cock in her hand.
"Frig me.. . quickly, quickly.. . aim it at my belly," he ordered.
She began to shake it frantically. She felt spasms swell spasmodically and make it throb and jerk. His breath grew more hoarse and quick. "There," he gasped at last.
A long whitish streak spurted from the meatus, shooting even beyond his handkerchief, spotting his shirt.
Startled, Simone stopped. It was the first time she had seen a man come, or at least the first time that she had seen the sperm from his prick emerge.
"Go on," he groaned in agony. She resumed frigging. Two other spurts, less violent, jetted out of the cock, and Louis gave a stifled groan, while his finger thrust deep into Simone's pussy.
Then his ejaculation ceased and his cock began to limpen rapidly.
"Stop," he said. He took his handkerchief, wiped himself carefully and lingeringly, with the egotism of men, before he handed it to her, for her fingers were sticky with his sperm.
Then without a word, he buttoned himself up, while Simone pulled up her panties.
He kissed her distractedly, and then he turned on the ignition and the lights. "You see that it went off very nicely and that no one surprised us," he said. "I'm going to take you back now."
"You won't tell the others, will you?" she asked. "It's the first time I've done it, you know. It's even the first time I've touched a boy's cock."
"What about the one who took your cherry?"
"I only saw it when it came out of me," was her answer.
She was afraid of being late. However, her mother came back to the house ten minutes after she did. Her mother seemed tired and her eyes were hollow with a kind of fatigue.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The studio, vast and beautifully lighted, looked out on the River Seine. Guy uncorked a bottle of whiskey and served everybody. He was the oldest of the group, almost twenty, and he had already had a most exciting career.
The room was attractively furnished and there was a divan on each side of the large bay window, as well as a number of deep armchairs.
"Well, my children, how did you spend your vacations? Simone already told me about her marvelous adventure. Our little white goose got herself deflowered, just like that, all at one stroke, at a time when she least expected it. But I think that everybody knows about that. And what about you, Mireille, are you bringing us back your cherry?"
"Surely not," the adolescent proudly retorted.
"I'd say that you've really changed, eh? You're now more of a woman. Tell us how it happened to you. You know that we're here so that we can exchange confidences. We must bring everybody up to date on the year that had just passed."
Despite her newly acquired pride and cynicism, the young girl cast a timid look around her.
"Do you want someone to help you?" Guy demanded. "When did it happen and with whom?"
"In the country," she said.
"It's crazy," Louis chuckled, "how dangerous the countryside is for the virginity of Parisian girls.
That's exactly where Simone lost hers. All right, go ahead with your story."
"It's difficult to tell," Mireille began, "because it wasn't exactly a young man. He was almost forty-five, I'd say. He was a neighbor who lived near my grandfather's house, where we visit every year. He's known me since I was a child and because he is a bachelor, no one was around to see if I paid him a visit. Visits from strangers or anybody he wanted were quite easy to have, because his house is hidden in the middle of a little forest, and quite a distance from other residences."
"Go on," Louis said eagerly.
"His name is Bertrand. At first I used to go often to see him, but this year I had grown up a good deal and I noticed that he was looking at me in a rather strange way. It doesn't displease a woman, or a young girl either, to see a mature man give her the eye. You know that women like to make a man feel a desire for them, even if they don't care at all for him. Anyhow, if he kissed me, it was always on the corner of the mouth, but he began to hold me very tightly against him. Naturally this ended by irritating me, because it was a warm summer and we were alone in the house. But this irritation wasn't one of anger, but quite the contrary. In fact, I found that I used to go visit him more and more often without telling my parents. At night when I got home, I admit that I would touch myself all over and think of him. Well, no, I didn't imagine that he was fucking me, but only that he was caressing me, for no man had ever fucked me, as you know."
"That's what we want to know, so give us the details quickly, girl!" Louis chuckled.
"You just don't be so impatient, Smarty!" Mireille exclaimed. "Anyway, one fine day he made a timid gesture. He took one of my breasts, which was bare under the thin blouse I wore, and lifted it, looking at me with a smile. Then he said, You've got a real woman's bosom.' Well, I blushed violently and my bosom began to rise, but I didn't protest. I felt my nipples swelling and hardening under his caresses.
"Suddenly Bertrand grew bolder. He pressed me more tightly against him than ever, and continued to fondle my breast. I kept my eyes on the floor and didn't say anything. This time he embraced me squarely on the mouth, although he didn't put his tongue into it. He was going to do that later, as it happened. Then he said, 'How lovely they are!' and his voice was raucous. 'I don't think I've ever seen such lovely breasts anywhere before.' I, getting a little dizzy and feelings my legs trembling, kept staring at the floor without a word.
"Bertrand took advantage of my silence by unbuttoning my blouse. When his hand took hold of my breast, I trembled, but I didn't defend myself. I felt his burning breath against my ear. At that moment I was ready to accept any caress at all, because I had been dreaming about these caresses for such a long time. Then I heard him say, 'Let me see them.' I let him bare my torso. My breasts appeared, and he stepped back the better to see them. My heart was beating loudly. 'They're magnificent,' he gasped.
"He leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth and began to suck it. A shiver ran through me and I let my head fall back. If he hadn't put one arm around my waist, I think I would have fallen to the floor. Then, after he had sucked both my nipples for a long time, he straightened, panting. 'Let's not stay here,' he said. 'Someone might come and surprise us, one never knows.' You see, we were in the kitchen, which had a door that opened full on the courtyard.
" 'Let's go to my room, we'll be better there. We can amuse ourselves, the two of us, you'll see,' he continued. I knew he was going to touch my bottom, and above all, my pussy, and the thought of that made me get wet down between my legs. But I never dreamed that all this would end up as it did.
"We had remained standing in the middle of the room after he had bolted the door, and he took my blouse entirely off then. I stood naked to the waist before him, and my face was very red, both with modesty and pleasure. He kissed me again, but this time he thrust his tongue between my lips. First of all, he gave attention to my breasts, but then I felt his hands slip down my flanks and lift up my skirt. Through my panties, he began to massage my bottom.
" 'How hard it is, like marble,' he murmured. Then he slipped down my panties. My heart pounding, I waited for the moment when that trembling hand of his would become interested in my pussy. But he still held me tight against him, and I knew that hard thing which was threatening to burst through his trousers and my skirt was his cock...his cock, which I had always wanted to see, and which so frightened me at the thought of seeing.
"Doubtless he was aware of my feeling, for he didn't speak yet of showing it to me, which a lot of men do in such cases, it seems."
"Would you like to see mine?" Emile interrupted. "You're starting to give me a hard-on." Hp was very red in the face, and it was true that his crotch was swollen.
"Look," he said boastfully. He swiftly unbuttoned his fly and drew out his prick.
"Oh!" Henriette gasped with fright. The other girls, who had gained their sexual experiences only a short time before, seemed equally embarrassed.
"Let her talk, you crumb," Guy growled. "You can frig yourself afterwards."
The youth, however, didn't frig himself, but complacently tickled himself. Then Guy said, "And you, Mireille, continue." The girl resumed.
"Naturally, at a given moment. I felt his hand slip down on my thigh. Pantingly I felt it approach my pussy. It was no longer protected by my panties, but bare and gaping. I trembled again when I felt him place his hand upon it. Then he asked, 'Is it good?' as he began to frig me.
" 'How beautiful your little pussy is, and so small! Why, it's like a little plaything, a little greedy mouth.' I didn't know what I should do, and I didn't know what I should let him do. I also forgot he was ten years older than my father. Then he said, 'I want to see you.' But I protested, 'No.' "
"I'll bet you did," Louis jeered. Guy gave him an angry look, and Louis subsided.
Mireille went on: "Well, after I'd said no he asked, 'What difference could it make, since you're letting me touch you anyway?' All he had to do now was unhook my skirt for me to be naked in front of him. I didn't know how to act, because he was holding my wrists and standing off to look me over. Suddenly he put his hands under my bottom, lifted me up and carried me over to the bed on which he laid me. 'I'm afraid,' I murmured, but I put my arms around his neck. It was true, I was really trembling with a kind of fright. 'No,' he said. 'I just want to see your pussy better and kiss it Spread your legs like a good girl now.'
"He spread them for me himself, stared lingeringly. I covered my eyes with my arm, and if I jumped when he put his mouth on my cunny, I didn't do anything to defend myself. He licked me a long time, all over my cunt and on my clitoris, and just at the moment when I was going to spend, he rose, flung himself over me and seized me. I felt the point of his prick fit into my slit. I was afraid, but at the same time it was so delicious.
" 'I'm going to give you pleasure, a lot of pleasure,' he stammered.
"He, too, couldn't resist the appeal of the senses, which cast aside all restraint and all prudence. 'There!' he gasped. I uttered a cry. A fiery dart had just buried itself in my vagina, forcing through the portals, shattering the hymen and forcing into my vulva. 'Let me go!' I cried, returning to reality under the pain. 'I'm a virgin!' And his answer was, 'Oh, shit! So much the worse!' But instead of taking his prick out, he continued to fuck me all the harder. I sobbed, I turned my head this way and that while his enormous engine conscientiously thrust back and forth, faster and faster all the time.
"He had clutched me in his arms and was fondling my bottom. 'Ah,' he sighed, 'there it comes!' He suddenly drew himself out and I felt a warm, sticky liquid spurt out and splotch against my pussy and the hairs around it. He weighed over me, crushing me with his body, until at last he rose. 'Are you angry with me?' he asked as he handed me a handkerchief to wipe both my eyes and my pussy. And all I could think of asking was 'Did you make sure nothing could happen to me?' and he replied, 'I drew out a second before. Don't be afraid. Not a single drop entered.'
"Now I looked at his deflated cock dangling between his legs, stained with cream, spunk and blood. But he seemed uneasy. 'You won't tell anybody, will you?" he said as he buttoned himself up."
"They all say the same thing after they've taken your cherry," Simone said with a worldly air of cynicism. "Then they ask your pardon and they get worried about the consequences."
"Naturally I wouldn't have told this to anyone in the world," Mireille said. "Besides, I wanted it to happen. And it's curious, now I felt much better about the whole thing."
"It had the same effect on me," Simone said. Emile, still holding his cock in his hand, came to sit down beside her. He wasn't the only one to have a hard-on. Guy kept his hand in his pocket and moved it about gently. As for Louis, he took no pains to conceal his own erection.
"Did you do it again?" Florence wanted to know.
"He did it to me five times," Mireille confessed. "Unfortunately, I didn't really begin to enjoy it until the last time and then you can't believe how good it was. He taught me everything, or at least almost everything."
"One never knows everything in love," Guy said philosophically. "Not even myself."
"Well, he gamahuched me, I sucked off his cock, we did sixty-nine, he under me sometimes, I under him sometimes. While he licked my cunt, I sucked his prick, and both of us were naked."
"Did he come into your mouth?"
"No, I never wanted that. He warned me, and then I would jack him off. Believe me, for a very young girl, there is nothing like being deflowered by a man who is quite mature," Mireille concluded.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Henriette looked furtively at Emile's prick as the latter continued to exhibit it complacently. The youth took Simone's hand and forced her to put it on his cock, but she refused and managed to pull her hand away, saying, "Not in front of everybody."
"And why not?" Guy demanded as he poured out a new round of drinks. "After all, we're not kids any more. We've certainly reached the age of surprise parties."
Then he shrugged his shoulders. He knew that in good time these lascivious stories would furnish ample stimulant to have a compulsive effect on all the participants in this little scene, to say nothing of the whiskey they were drinking. He went on: "And what about you, my beautiful Florence? There's something mysterious in what you have told us. Are you a virgin or aren't you?"
"I am, without being one," she equivocally replied. "It began for me at Hossegor, in the hotel where I was staying with my parents. Naturally there was the usual crowd of vacationers, and as usual, separate groups were formed of the young fellows and the young girls. In my group, there was a man who was known as Yvan, handsome as a young god, with blond hair, blue eyes, tall and slim. Certainly every girl in the hotel had noticed him and as most of the girls were much more experienced than I, it would have been easy for him to make his choice and have all the pussy he wanted. But strangely enough he seemed to be afraid of them, because he was incredibly timid. And as I was myself at that time as timid as he was, we had something in common and we could sympathize with each other, the more since we were staying at the same hotel.
"He was there with his mother, a woman of about thirty-five, whose beauty he had inherited, and she seemed to like me a great deal. They made a strange couple because Yvan seemed to be terrifid of girls, so much so that it didn't take long for that news to spread about the place, especially when he was with his mother. She looked almost like his sister because of her youth and beauty, and he himself looked like a tall and very young boy rather than a grown man.
"Moreover, Madame Defour seemed to ignore the homage of the men who were always clustering around her since she was, besides being beautiful, quite a rich widow as well. So some of the people accused Yvan of being an invert, others explained his attachment simply by saying the mother and son slept together. In short, all the hotel and all of the crowd at the beach were concerned with this mystery. Well, one day my parents went to spend the day with friends, and as I was not feeling well, I stayed alone at the hotel. Around mid-afternoon, the heat was staggering, and I met Madame Defour. She said to me, 'I have given up staying on the beach.' I told her that I had the same feeling. So she asked me to take a glass of wine in her room. I at once accepted, because this woman exercised over me a strange and incomprehensible attraction.
"She had rented what you could call a suite, that is, two rooms, a salon and a bedroom, both of which looked out on the ocean. She went to draw the curtains, making the room cool and dark, then she filled two enormous glasses with whiskey. 'Have you ever drunk whiskey?' she asked me. I said, 'Several times, but not often. My parents don't want me to.' 'Well, so long as you don't overdo it, this is the best
"She shrugged her shoulders at this and said, drink there is.' That seemed true to me, but I was ready to agree with everything she said because I admired her so much.
"Then she said gently, 'Won't you come sit next to me?' as she seated herself on the wide divan. How old are you? I told her that I was sixteen. To this she said, 'You're tall for your age. And well developed, too,' she added as she glanced at my bosom. 'You have a very lovely bosom.'
"Well, I blushed, but I was bold enough to say, 'Not as nice as yours. My breasts are quite small.' Her answer to this was: 'Oh, they'll grow larger, never fear. Nevertheless, they're much firmer than mine. Will you allow me?' And to my amazement and without the slightest hesitation on her part or any indication on her face that she was doing anything unusual, she took hold of one of my breasts, balanced it, cupped it and fondled it. It made me blush, but her caress was so skillful that I experienced a certain pleasure. Then she said, 'How warm it is in here.' She rose. 'Don't you find it so?
"I told her that I did. If she had told me it was freezing, I would have agreed. Then she told me, 'I'm going to make myself comfortable.' I thought she was going to her room, but with a single gesture, she slid off her dress and appeared in a pair of body trunks, made in one piece, flesh-colored and so transparent that one could almost see the dark circles around the nipples of her tits and the darkness of the hair on her cunt. She was so beautifully molded in this outfit that she was more striking than if she had worn a bikini and a bra. On the beach, especially if those tights had become wet, she would have made a sensation. It wasn't astonishing that she had turned the heads of so many men!
"In any case, she turned my head, and I blushed, for I, who wasn't yet a woman, had never seen a naked woman before. 'Does it please you?' she asked, seeing that I was staring at her and blushing furiously.
" 'Well, yes, Madame,' I stammered. To this she murmured, 'Unfortunately, it's still a little warm.' She then turned around, and I could admire her beautiful behind, which was neither too large nor too small, with beautiful, firm, rounded buttocks and wide, amphora-like hips. Then she came to sit down beside me, and I inhaled for the first time the spicy perfume with which she impregnated her body, and it combined with the whiskey which I had already begun to feel. For the first time I experienced a desire which I was too innocent yet to analyze, in the presence of a woman. She asked me. 'Do you also wear tights under your dress?' I said, 'Yes, but it's a two-piecer.' She laughed and retorted, 'Well, then, we're among women, aren't we? Besides, on the beach.. . oh, for heaven's sake, take off your dress, you're going to be stifled by the heat if you don't.'
"As I said, this woman had quite an irresistible ascendancy over me. I obeyed, and found myself seated next to her, half naked. She urged me, 'Empty your glass, and we'll have another. I'm terribly thirsty!' She walked over to the table, her magnificent bottom-cheeks shifting voluptuously, and then returned to sit beside me. 'Cheers!' she said as she set our two glasses side by side on a low table. Then suddenly she drew me into her arms, smiling as she stared at me. My heart began to beat, and I smiled at her. I felt her enticing body against mine.
"Once again she put her hand on my breasts, saying, 'How lovely your sweet bosom is. It reminds me of my own when I was your age, my dear.' My breath began to come more quickly, and she added teasingly, 'Show them to me, won't you? After all, we're two women here together.' And before I could say a word, she had unhooked my bra and bared my breasts. My small breasts thrust out their tips.
"Then she said, 'I love beauty. It's always pleasant to admire beauty.' Once again her hand wandered over my breasts, from one to the other. They began to rise and fall quickly, and I was defenseless. Then she murmured, 'Mine are still nice...would you like to see them?' Brusquely she slid down the straps of her body sheath, unveiling two milky globes, circled with pink, their nipples majestically erect and stiff. She said, 'They're still firm, you know. Touch them.' She took hold of one of my hands and directed it. This really overwhelmed me. I had never before touched a women's breasts ...hers were soft and satiny.
" 'You caress very well,' she said. 'One sees that you are delicate.' Then suddenly, 'I want to kiss you.' I turned my cheek to her, but with a tip of her finger she made me turn my head and she put her lips delicately on mine. Then she said softly, 'I love feminine beauty. Let me see you all over.' As I have said, I had no will left, because an unknown desire had taken possession of me. I let my slip fall and I was naked in her arms. Yes, I was without will, and desire was growing in me. She said to me, 'You're a chestnut. You've a lovely little pussy. Oh, I'm blonde with blue eyes, and my pussy is brown. Look.' She hastily took off her tights and stood naked before me. She was breath-takingly beautiful. Her belly was flat, in spite of maternity. She eyed me, saying, 'I hope I don't displease you too much.' Then again she pirouetted round and round to show me her back and her profile.
" 'No,' I told her, 'You're very beautiful.'
"She held my glass of whiskey out to me, then drank deeply of hers. Then she took me by the hands and made me rise. 'Come,' she said. 'It's really too warm here. We'll be much better in my bedroom.' She seemed quite calm and poised, whereas I didn't know what to say or do. She stretched me out on the bed and began to cover all of my body with kisses. 'Beauty and youth,' she murmured. I dared to whisper, 'Suppose somebody came?' and to this she laughingly replied, 'No one will come.' I shifted a little, uneasily, as I whispered, 'Suppose your son-' and to this she replied firmly, 'He won't come.'
"Now she buried her face in the hollow of my thighs, and I felt her warm breath, on my pussy-hairs and on my slit and I felt the lips of my cunny begin to open. 'I'm going to kiss you,' she murmured. 'Haven't you ever been kissed there?'
"I thought she was going to kiss me on the mouth, but she spread my legs apart. 'Pleasure is also beauty in itself,' she philosophized, 'and I'm going to give you pleasure.' I started when her mouth pressed against my pussy and I felt her tongue press slowly into my slit, while she raised me up and slowly passed her hands under my bare buttocks. Then I felt long shivers. I experienced no shame, but rather an immense pleasure. It was really delicious. I couldn't prevent myself from arching and squirming sometimes, when the touch of her tongue became particularly precise, or when her tongue grazed the button of my clitoris. Suddenly I began to groan gently and to squirm my bottom to and fro, while she dug her tongue more deeply in than ever, at the same time accelerating the cadence of that tonguing thrust.
"'Ah,' I panted, 'you mustn't!' But then a tremendous spasm shook me, I felt my thighs clamp around her head, I uttered a cry, and then I sank into an abyss of voluptuousness.
"When I opened my eyes again, Madame Defour had got up and was standing there, smilingly watching me. 'You see,' she said, 'this too is part of the joy of life. And it isn't ugly, although certain people think it is.' She ran her hand through her long blonde hair. 'You see, I shan't even wash my face. I want to keep your odor on me as long as possible. Now let's dress, because maybe now it won't be so warm!' "
CHAPTER NINE
"Your story is very lovely and very poetic," Guy said. "But I am asking myself how your virginity was concerned in it. If the a girl were to be considered a woman through that act, there would be hardly any virgins left."
"But I haven't finished my story," Florence protested.
"You excite me," Mireille said to Emile, "seeing you frig yourself like that. Come here." She rose.
"Yes," Emile said. "You'll see how well I know how to fuck you."
"That's not the idea. But I'm going to give you some pleasure just the same." She led him towards the bathroom, pressed herself against him, and while, having pulled up her dress, he began to squeeze and fondle her bottom, she began to frig him with both hands. Then she called, "Come see, Henriette, come see how a boy has his climax."
The young girl blushed but obeyed. Simone pressed herself against Henriette and, having put her hand under Henriette's armpit, she began to fondle a stiffening little nipple, murmuring, "You'll see when he goes off."
But their presence didn't seem to disturb the two partners in any way. "Continue," Emile murmured. "Faster.. . ah, there it comes, oh my God, there it comes!" And with this a long jet of sperm splashed against the other wall of the bathroom, then a second and third. Henriette, her heart beating, regarded that long prick giving its powerful ejaculations. Was that what men at the supreme moment of satisfaction put into a woman's belly? She was greatly impressed.
Emile wiped off his cock and thrust it back into his trousers. His first gesture when he returned to the salon was to gulp down a drink of whiskey. "Well," Guy chuckled, "did that disgust you? Go on with your story, Florence."
"All right," the adolescent girl said. "Before I left Madame Defour kissed me again, and this time she put her tongue into my mouth, saying 'We shall see each other tomorrow, shan't we? Will you come back tomorrow?' Although I was momentarily appeased, I promised her. That experience had been so voluptuous that I knew I should never forget it, the more so since I experienced for her a physical attraction which until then I had not even suspected but which this episode made me understand.
"The hotel was big enough so the comings and goings of those of us in the crow of boys and girls passed unnoticed, so I went up to Madame Defour's place at the agreed time. She was waiting for me in a negligee under which she was naked, and I, anticipating what would happen, was equally naked under my dress. She had me come in, kissed me again on the mouth while her hand lingered on my bosom. But I frowned when I saw there were three glasses of whiskey on the table.
"As she saw that I was astonished, she laughed and said, "It's nothing, it's only Yvan. He's in the next room and won't disturb us.' But this prospect made me want to run away. If it hadn't been for the fact that the woman fascinated me, I guess I would have done so.
"Madame Defour went on: 'You like him a lot. don't you? He's as nice and timid as you. Besides, you know, my son and I, we don't have any secrets. We tell each other everything.'
"I looked at her with stupefaction, and said to her unbelievingly. 'You mean you told him?' She smiled and said, 'Yes, but of course. That way he can see everything but he doesn't say anything about it.' By then I was dying of shame, and once again I wanted to run away, but I don't know by what sort of witchcraft she had succeeded in getting my dress off, so that I stood naked in the middle of the salon. She said to me, 'You mustn't have any shame. Look!' and with a swift gesture she took off her deshabille and was as naked as I.
"I trembled, but I was troubled. Something unhealthy made my pussy get moist at the thought of doing near that boy what we had done before. But after the second glass of whiskey, my scruples had almost disappeared. Madame Defour continued to kiss and caress me as she led me to the divan, with soft words, spreading my legs so she could frig me in a way that I had never known how to do.
"Then she took my hand and put it on her pussy. It was the first time I had touched her, and I remembered that the day before she hadn't come. What a magnificent woman she was! I frigged her clumsily, but I knew that she wanted it, for her slit, much wider than mine, was already open and quite wet. Also, her clitoris was much harder than mine.
"Suddenly she called out, 'Yvan!' I started up with a bound, covered my breasts and my pussy with my hands, and I was overcome with stupefaction when the door of the next room opened and I saw the young man come in, stark naked. His prick was stiff and erect, and I could see the blond hair around his balls. For a timid boy, he didn't seem too embarrassed as he came towards us.
" 'How lovely this little one is,' his mother said, 'and if you knew how deliciously she gives herself when she's being caressed!' Then she turned to me. 'Don't be afraid. He's only going to watch. He loves that. Don't mind him.' She succeeded in pulling my arms away. Scarlet, I stared at the rug and tried to pretend I wasn't there, but at last I had to raise my head. It was the first time I had seen a prick and a naked man, and it seemed charming, I had to admit. His prick wasn't too thick, and even though it was long, it didn't frighten me. and I began to grow less uneasy. So that was the instrument of flesh of which I had dreamed during my passionate nights all alone!
" 'Come next to me, my little one,' Madame De-four said to me as she led me to the divan. 'It's your turn to caress me.' She spread her thighs without modesty, showing her wide, brown-haired pussies and forced me to put my hand on it. It's delicious. You're not very adroit, but that will come. Anyway, it's very nice.' Her voice became graver, then more caressing, the true voice of the Sirens. She held me tightly against her while I frigged her timidly. Her breath grew shorter, her breasts lifted and sank. She had obviously less control of herself than the day before. Perhaps it was Ivan's presence which excited her.
"She kissed my neck, gave me tiny little kisses there, kissed the lobe of my ear. Then she whispered to me, 'What I did to you yesterday, you're going to do to me today, aren't you, darling?'
"I hesitated, yet, bizarre to relate, I really wanted to. Not only did Yvan's presence no longer bother me, but it actually seemed to me that it began to excite me.
" 'Come.' she said to me, 'I beg of you.' She forced me to kneel and when I had done so, she put her thighs around my neck and said in a supplicating voice, 'Kiss me there!'
"It was the first time I had really seen a woman's pussy so close. It was a pink abyss, framed by a forest of almost black hairs, which disappeared and went into the groove of the buttocks. It had two hills of pink flesh and a pointed button just below the orifice that all of us have, and her inner lips were yawning. A strong perfume rose from it.
" 'Do it to me, I beg of you,' she urged. Then she trembled and uttered a little cry when my mouth pressed on her cunt.
" 'Put your hands under my bottom, it'll be much better, you'll see,' she urged. I obeyed and I began to lick her, awkwardly at first and then with greater science as I went on. And I, too, was getting wet in my pussy. She began to make slow, wriggling movements, her belly hollowed and swelled by turns, and I heard above me her quickened breathing. Soon I began to hear little groans, while the cadence of her wrigglings became faster. Then she became frantic and uttered real little shrieks. Suddenly she flung her thighs around my neck, almost strangling me, jerked and bounded a sort of lowing cry and kicked her feet up towards the ceiling. This furious exaltation overwhelmed me.
"At the same time, a powerfully odorous liquid, slightly viscous, seeped out of her cunt. The lips of her cunt seemed have a kind of suctioning movement, as if it wanted to swallow up a protuberance of some kind. Instead of making me nauseated, I was frantically excited. I felt that my palpitating pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I stopped when she finally got over her climax. When I lifted my head, I saw that Yvan was seated on a chair with his legs stretched out, and was slowly frigging himself while he was watching."
CHAPTER TEN
"Well," Guy chuckled, "that family was really nice and close, wasn't it? I suppose that as rumor had it, the mother really slept with the son."
"I don't know, but I don't think so," Florence replied. "They were strange people. I think she had other lovers. I'll explain soon why I think that."
"But we're getting off the subject," Simon protested. "We must find out if, that afternoon, anything happened to you, because we still don't know whether you lost your virginity or not."
"No," Florence replied. "I was reprimanded by my parents because I came late to the dining room. It was true that Madame Defour and her son came even later, but nobody was there to scold them. No, things didn't remain just as they were. I suppose I'll have to tell you all or you'll never let me off."
"That's right," Guy chuckled. "Otherwise I'll put you over my lap and spank your pretty bottom till I get the truth out of you. Now go ahead."
Florence tossed her head and blushed prettily. Then she resumed: "After Madame Defour had had her climax, all of us remained motionless for a little while, still naked. Then she got up and filled the three glasses again. Yvan was still silent. Finally Madame Defour said, 'Well! So this is the first time you've seen a naked boy. Is that true?"
I nodded.
She went on: 'He's very handsome. I don't say that just because he's my son; I've seen plenty of other boys. And just like you, he's very delicate.' The way she talked, one would have thought she wanted me to marry him.
"Then she turned towards him. 'Isn't she beautiful, and so nice and gentle.' With this, Yvan opened his eyes and smiled at me. His mother went on. 'She's a virgin, you know, so you mustn't harm her. But you can amuse yourself, the two of you...before meeting me, she knew nothing of life nor anything about caresses. The little she knows is what I've taught her.'
"I looked at her. She was endowed with the beauty of a statue, and I was more and more amorous of her, perhaps because of the pleasure I had given her as well as the pleasure she had given me. A slight intoxication arose in me and I didn't feel embarrassed at all by the presence of the boy, who didn't touch me but who still had a very stiff erection. From time to time I saw his eyes glide over me, as in caress. It was I who was making him get a hard-on, though she was much more beautiful and lascivious than I. But it probably wasn't the first time he had taken part in this kind of scene.
"He suddenly arose and approached me. saying, 'I'm going to kiss you, Florence,' and suddenly I wanted him to do that. It would be the first time any boy had ever' done it. He took me in his arms, thrust his tongue into my mouth, holding me tightly against him. I felt his prick against my belly, just above my slit. It was also the first time I had had such a feeling.
"Little quivers of sensation ran up and down from the nape of my neck to my bottom. Then he began to caress my breasts, his hands trembling with desire, but I have to admit he didn't caress me as well as his mother had. His hand went down my flanks, circled my hips, then came back to place itself against my cunt. He slipped a finger inside my cunt, found the clitoris and began to tickle it dexterously. This boy certainly wasn't a virgin, or at least he had caressed quite a few girls. But he wasn't as skillful as his mother. And then finally he took one of my hands and put it against his prick.
"That produced an extraordinary effect on me. I felt myself melt. My fingers clutched that cock, which I felt palpitating in my hand. Then, instinctively, I began to caress and to frig him. Yet this was something no one had ever taught me to do.
" 'Come into the other room,' he murmured. 'I want to caress you better than that.' Just as his mother had done before him. he had gained an ascendancy over me which was surprising, so I let him lead me off. He stretched me out on the bed and knelt down, saying, 'Spread your legs. I want to kiss you.' His mother had said just the same thing, and when I opened my eyes I found she had followed us and was watching us, standing near the bed. She was still smiling, that smile which was so much like that of the Sphinx, with her long blonde hair falling down to her shoulders, and then that brunette pussy of hers which stood out against her white skin.
"Yvan put his lips against my vulva and began to lick and suck my clitoris. Once again it was less voluptuous than with Madame Defour, although it was very, very good all the same. The same preliminary shivers went through me, and I began to wriggle and to groan. Once again I knew I was going to go off, and the thought of his rigid prick exacerbated my senses.
" 'He's going to make you come, darling,' his mother murmured.
"And while he was licking me, she leaned over me, kissed my mouth. At the same time she fondled my breasts, rolling them under her soft palms so that the pleasure which Yvan's nimble tongue gave me was doubled. Then suddenly the spasm seized me; I wriggled and arched, uttering little groans, followed by a cry of distress. I let go all my girl-cream into Yvan's face, while he imperturbably continued to lick me.
"He rose only when I was appeased. Then he went to wash in the bathroom and came back almost at once. It seemed to me his cock was harder than ever, and the foreskin had slid back and was tight, baring the naked, blunt head of that massive prong. He sprang to the bed and mounted over me. Decidedly, for a timid boy, he had a certain amount of sangfroid!
"'No, no!' his mother told him. 'She is a virgin and I don't want you to fuck her. I've already forbidden you to fuck virgin girls. You must respect purity, which is always one of the forms of beauty.'
"Decidedly, Madame Defour had strange sexual theories. But he held me tight against him, ardently rubbing his prick against my belly. And I felt, even though I had just come, a new desire invade me.. . I wanted him to fuck me, to tell the truth. Then his mother called out, 'Respect her!'
He abandoned me regretfully, and I also regretted it, for I wondered, at that moment when sexual pleasure and alcohol had rendered me in a particular frame of mind, whether I wouldn't have succumbed if he had put his cock in ma My yawning pussy was ready for it; I was like a cat in heat, whose cunt was open and wet and eager and begging!
" 'She has a lovely back,' his mother murmured. 'She has splendid bottom-cheeks, hard as marble.'
"Without mistrust, I rolled over onto my stomach. I felt Yvan's hand palpate me, and then Madame Defour mouth-which I would have recognized out of a thousand mouths-covered my bottom-cheeks with kisses.
"At a given moment, she thrust her tongue into my furrow, so it brushed the lips of my asshole. Then she put her hands to the sides of my bottom-cheeks and spread them apart, unveiling my little crevice. With my head buried in the pillow, I guessed Yvan was no longer there. But he returned almost at once and mounted on the bed over me. I didn't know what was going to happen to me. Suddenly Madame Defour said to him, "Keep her bottom-cheeks spread apart and let me take your cock. I'll direct you.'
"I asked myself where he was going to be directed to-and suddenly I felt the tip of his prick against the edge of my asshole. His mother called out, 'Push-go on now!' And I cried out, suddenly comprehending, 'Oh, no!' But already his prick was in position. With slow force, he made his entry. I uttered a cry of pain. It was a savage penetration, yet it was very slow. Although he had first rubbed cold cream on his prick, as I was later told, penetration was difficult all the same. He had to apply all his strength, and he himself must have suffered from the effort.
" 'Mamma!' I cried out as I tried to kick and struggle and twist myself away. But his weight was over me. I felt his prick slowly penetrate me, and I began to cry. 'It's finished,' he breathed. 'We'll soon have all of it in your little asshole.'
"It felt like a huge thermometer which was slowly burrowing itself back and forth inside that tight channel of mine. I called out, 'No! Take it out! You're hurting me oh, how you're hurting mp, you're tearing me!'
"But nothing could stop him. Now he fell upon me. A few more thrusts and all of his prick was buried into my entrails. It burned me everywhere. I was certain it would be less painful to lose my cherry than to be buggered like this. I began to cry with both suffering and humiliation. My intoxication had now left me.
"When he had got himself well into me, he stopped a moment, put his hands under my armpits to take hold of my little breasts. This time I can tell you my pussy wasn't wet, and it had tightened up. Then, slowly at first, he began to push in and pull out Every time he pulled out, I had the impression he was tearing at my very intestines. He panted as he lay over me. At a given moment I opened my eyes again and I saw Madame Defour seated in an armchair, frigging herself as she watched.
"I began to hate her, and I wept all the more, while Yvan hastened his thrusts. 'There!' he suddenly said in a raucous voice. 'I'm coming. Take it all in your asshole, you sweet bitch!'
"Then I felt a hot liqueur spurt into my intestines like an enema. When he stopped and pulled out of me, I asked myself whether that wasn't worse than when he had first put it in. I remained there, motionless, weeping. Then with tender gestures, Madame Defour led me to the bathroom, installed me on the bidet and herself laved my wounded bottom. Finally I dressed, and left, swearing I would never see them again. My asshole hurt me for almost a whole week."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nothing had yet happened between this group of young people, but it would, without any doubt, later on. The stories they had told provided a marvelous aphrodisiac to waken all the erotic dreams which were secretly troubling them. However, it was getting late and it was time to separate. On the thresh-hold Guy held Simone back.
"If you'd like to come again next week, with your friend Henriette, I'll take you to see something extraordinary. Unfortunately we can't all go together, since the two of you are minors. I am well known to the house, but there are limitations."
He told them to meet him in a bar at the Place Bereira.
From the bar he led them to a private mansion, and Simone asked herself why Guy was taking them there. The people who lived in that house must be petrified with dignity. However, after Florence's story, nothing more could astonish Simone. First she thought Guy had led them into a trap.
A young maid, very lovely, opened the door and smiled at Guy. He said curtly, "There are people with me." The young woman hesitated and said, "The fact is, they're quite young."
"You know there's never any trouble. I'll pay what I have to."
"I'll go see if it's all right," the maid said. She came back almost at once and asked what room he wanted. Simone shuddered,; yes, it was true. She was sure now that Guy had taken them into an ambush.
He retorted, "It's not a room I want, and you know why. I want the salon." And as Simone was hesitating and Henriette was huddling up to her, he turned to them and said, "Don't be afraid. Nothing will happen to you."
At the end of a long silent corridor, whose thick rug muffled all footsteps, the maid introduced them into a little salon. One would have said the building was deserted and the silence in it was menacing. The salon, too, was strange. It was shaped in the form of a halfmoon, furnished with a low table on which stood a botle of whiskey and glasses. Around this strange room opened four doors, all of them masked by red curtains.
"What is this house?" Simone uneasily asked.
"A house of rendezvous, but of a rather particular style. Each of those doors opens into a room."
"And then?"
"A room of a particular style. You'll see. We've come in advance."
Simone didn't understand. Guy filled the glasses, clinked glasses with the girls. The whiskey was excellent and the divan soft. Suddenly there was a buzzing sound and a little red light flashed on above the first door. Guy sprang up, pulled aside the little red curtain, and put out the light in the salon. Then he said, "Now, be quiet. You're going to see and hear everything."
On the other side of the door was a luxurious room, bizarrely separated from the salon by a glass panel. It was like a radio station, where one could see and hear the comedians but couldn't be seen. This was for the sake of prudence.
Now a couple entered the room. They were about forty. As soon as the door closed behind them, they fell into each other's arms and kissed frenziedly.
"Dear," the woman murmured, "this is the first time I've deceived my husband in twenty years of marriage. I wouldn't have thought I could do it. It's your fault. I'm ashamed."
"You mustn't be."
"And then this place!"
"Here we risk nothing. The owner is discreet, you'll see," he reassured her.
With this, he began to undress her until she was down to her combination.
"Oh," she said, "how ashamed I am! I didn't want to."
"I know. You've resisted me for a long time, and yet you know you've wanted to."
"Yes, but forbidden fruit is always better. It's marvelous when you undress me, yet I am afraid of the thought that you are going to see me naked, as if I were a young married woman."
He slid down the straps of her combination. She wore now only a bra and slip. He took off her bra, unveiling breasts that were somewhat heavy but still firm. But when he wanted to pull down the slip, she resisted.
"No not right away. Leave me still that last modesty."
He took her in his arms, pulled her against his chest, kissed her hard on the mouth. Then, lowering his head, he began to suck her breasts in turn. Her head had fallen back, her eyes half closed, she was already feeling pleasure.
While she was in this state, the man profited by it by pulling down her last garment, which fell to her feet. Her belly was somewhat round, but she was still beautiful. She had a plump black-haired pussy. She suddenly pulled herself free, ran for the bed and plunged into it.
"Shit!" Guy whispered. "We shan't see anything."
But the man undressed rapidly. He had hairy thighs and an enormous prick, very rigid and hard, the like of which Simone and Henriette had never before even dreamed of, much less seen. But it seemed to delight the woman, who appeared to be seeing it for the first time.
"How huge it is!" she gasped, without taking her eyes from it.
The man approached, stood beside the bed, and said, "Touch it."
Without having to be told again, the woman extended her hand and seizing the cock, began to caress it gently. The man began to lift his dark, hairy balls. Naturally, neither of these two knew that behind that tall mirror, a trio of young people panting with desire was watching them.
Guy's prick was so hard that he resolved to take it out of his pants, and Simone and Henriette felt their nipples harden and their pussies moisten. The man suddenly flung back the covers which the woman tried in vain to keep over her.
"Why?" she panted.
"Because I want to possess you naked."
"Turn out the light, then."
"No, I want to see everything, fuck you all over," was his thick-voiced reply.
"Don't be vulgar."
"I want to be vulgar with you."
He kissed her, caressed her bubbies. His hand descended her belly, slowly, trying to make the pleasure last, and stopped at last against her pussy, as the woman automatically spread her legs. And while he began to frig her, his enormous prick prodded against her thigh, until she at last took it in her hand.
Simone could not hold herself back any longer. She slipped her hand under her dress and slip and began to tickle herself gently. The spectacle was even more exciting than when she had seen her uncle fuck her aunt, because her uncle had known she was there, and these people didn't know it and were acting even more naturally.
"Take me now, dear," the woman breathed, as if she were ashamed. "Oh, take me now!"
"You want my big prick, do you?"
"Yes, inside of me," she whispered.
He mounted her, took hold of his prong and pressed it into her cunt, while she uttered a sigh of pleasure: "Oh, how thick it is. It fills me all up! You know, until now I've never felt any other cock except my husband's.. . oh, darling, yours is so much better."
Slowly he perforated her, and because of the way in which the bed was placed, the young people could see the couple in profile, and observe from time to time that enormous prong emerge from the woman's cunt. Each time he thrust it home, the woman sighed. Soon she began to pant, to arch and squirm her back around, then to claw her lover's back. He also was panting, and this seemed to make him quicken his rhythm.
"Oh my God, I'm going to come! How I'm going to come! Aren't you too?"
"At the same time as you," was his answer.
She clasped her legs over his, gluing herself to him as though she were drowning and he was a life preserver. She arched and jerked brutally, as if her cunt were sucking his prick to draw out every drop of burning spunk, and she moaned, "Oh, how good it is! Put it all into me, every bit of it!"
Now one would have said they were fighting, so furious was their lust.
"Ah, it's coming," the man babbled. "Do you feel it,"
"Yes.. . yes.. . " Suddenly she hugged the man to her, flung her feet up into the air, her toes clawing the air, and uttered a long groan of agony. Then she fell back on the bed like one dead.
He pulled his prick out of her, his organ limpened, and they lay motionless on the bed, panting and appeased.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"It's finished," Guy said. He went to draw the red curtain, lit the light again, and filled the glasses of whiskey. He had still a tremendous hard-on, and the girls were aware of it, but prudently he had shoved his cock back into his pants. He didn't want to go off.
But Simone who, decidedly, had lost all modesty, continued to frig herself.
"Have you had a good time, my pussies?" Guy chuckled.
Henriette was scarlet. It was the first time she had seen a couple make love, and she found it so prodigious, as if in that moment the god of low had incarnated himself into those two people with all his sensuality and violence. She saw again in her mind the enormous prick of the man which probed home between lover's thighs. It was her first experience of this sort, and she was ecstatic over it.
They had hardly finished their drinks when the buzzing sounded again and the light flashed over the second door. The same maneuver: Guy drew the curtain, put out the light and sat down. "The nice thing in this kind of stag movie," he joked, "is that one never knows who is going to come in."
This room wasn't the same as the first, but it was very luxurious, and the bed was placed in the same way so they could have an unobstructed view.
This time the spectacle was much more curious, but perhaps less exciting, for the couple that entered the room were an old and rather obese woman with flaccid features, and a young woman.
"Well, now," Guy said. "Who would believe that that old battleaxe, who is very rich, would have young women come to serve her for her personal needs."
It was evident to the three that the old woman was going to suck off the young woman and act like a butch. And so it was a surprise to all of them when it proved to be the young woman who took up the attack. She kissed the old woman on the mouth and undressed her, while the latter uttered ridiculous little frightened cries, pretending to be a virgin. She cooed, "This is the first time it's happening to me, you know. Oh my God, what will my husband say? If he thought I was in a private room, and with a woman!"
"He'll never know. And you're going to have fun. Isn't it a long time since you've made love with him?"
"Almost seven years."
"What about other men?"
"You're very curious," the old woman said.
"No, it's quite normal. You're still desirable."
"Do you think so?"
"The proof is that I'm here."
Henriette's eyes widened with stupefaction, because now the old woman was naked and it was quite obvious that not only was she not beautiful now, but probably had never been. She had big bubbles which fell down to her belly, a very hairy pussy, and suety fat all over, with enormous, soft, flabby bottom-cheeks.
"I'm ashamed, you know. And what if your husband knew?" the old woman whined.
"We're not obliged to tell our husbands about this."
"And I'm ashamed, being naked before you while you're still dressed," the old woman complained.
"It won't be long," the young woman chuckled. As a matter-of-fact, she undressed hastily, throwing her clothes this way and that, but her body was perfect. She had lovely little firm breasts, rounded bottom-cheeks, a flat belly, and at the peak of her long thighs, a chestnut-hued pussy in the midst of which there flourished a pink, soft slit. She took the old woman in her arms and kissed her on those gross lips, while the old woman swooned. Then, while she held her closely, she began to forage a finger in the old woman's pussy.
"Oh," the old woman stammered, "you do it very well. Let me touch you, too." And her fat, wrinkled hands ran over that young body of a Venus, fondling a breast here, a bottom-cheek there, caressing that plump, softly furred mount.
"It's amazing that the young bitch isn't disgusted," Guy murmured.
The girl, however, was to prove very quickly that she wasn't in the least disgusted. She said, "Come to bed," as she beckoned to the old woman, who followed hesitantly, making the simpering and ridiculous gestures of a young woman who was still a virgin.
She helped her stretch out, then mounted over her, took that flabby body in her young arms, and whispered, "Spread your legs, spread them all you can." Then, lying over the old woman, the young girl began to rub her pussy against the latter's, and the old woman groaned with pleasure.
"Oh, I didn't know it was so good!"
"Didn't you do it when you were young and before your marriage?" the young woman wanted to know.
"Perhaps once, but not at all like this, and it was so long ago." She began to gasp with pleasure. Her voice had become again that of a little girl: "You're going to come, aren't you? You will come with me, won't you?"
"I don't know," the young woman responded. "Continue to rub yourself against me."
Henriette now remembered her embrace with Simone. It had been marvelous, delicious, and very pure. But this abominable, distasteful union-nobody was being excited in the little viewing room.
Then the young woman said, "I'm going to put my finger into your pussy, at the same time."
The old woman gasped, "Yes, penetrate me. darling."
The young woman put two fingers into her partner's cunt and began to push them in and out quickly, which made the old woman swoon. She began to writhe, gasp and squirm, but her orgasm took a long time to come. Then she said, "Oh, your fingers move around in me like a lizard. They tickle me less deeply, perhaps, but much better than the virile prick. Does your husband fuck you? Oh dear, I'm becoming vulgar."
"Do that, if it excites you."
"Yes. I don't often have the occasion to say these words or to hear them. But now it's as if you were fucking me. it's almost as good with you as with a man. It's just that you don't have a prick. But oh, what lovely fingers you have, darling!"
"I feel that you're soon going to come."
"Not yet. Oh, darling, keep burying them into me like this...and rubbing your pussy against mine."
"You're all wet, all sticky."
"Aren't you?"
"Yes," the young woman said.
"You know, since I've known you, I didn't know you loved women. I only knew that I myself wanted it. I don't know how you were able to seduce me, make me lose my head and take me to this awful place. We ought to have done it sooner."
"Wait," the young woman said. She got off the bed; the enormous pussy appeared to the young people, shaggy with its gray hairs, its overly wide lips, its long clitoris, and the yawning, sticky orifice.
Now the young woman planted herself between those suety thighs and placed her lips over that horrible mouth. A spasm shook the old woman, who arched and groaned.
"Oh, it's a long time since anyone did that to me...and I love it so...it's so glorious...now I know I'm going to come.. . oh, go on, go on...I will.. . I will.. . " She quaked and wriggled. "Oh, it's coming.. . there.. . there.. . " she moaned.
"Well, I suppose even an old bitch has a right to love," Guy said cynically.
At last the young woman rose, went to the washroom and rinsed out her mouth.
"Let's watch to the end," Guy said. "It won't seem possible."
"Now!" said the young woman, as she pulled up her panties, "I've got to leave. My husband is waiting for me. If you only knew how stern and demanding he is! It's not the time to make him angry. I've been trying to be awfully nice to him for the last six months, so he'll buy me a certain dress." She went to find a cigarette in her purse, lit it, and continued dressing. "But I'll bet this time he'll refuse the dress to me, too. You know him-you know how he is."
"Yes, I do. How much does the dress cost?"
"Nothing at all. Ninety thousand francs."
The old woman heavily got off the bed. "Wait," she said, "I have a checkbook in my purse."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"That's pretty," Guy said, as he pulled the curtain to and lit the lights. "Nice people, eh?"
"Faugh!" Simone gasped. "If I'd had to put my tongue into such a pussy, I think I would have died with horror."
As for Henriette, she had to drink another glass of whiskey to get over her nausea. But now she began to become a little tipsy, and she giggled, "Let's hope there will be other clients and we'll have better luck."
This time they waited more than half an hour before the third red light went on. Henriette, under the influence of the whiskey and all she had seen, began to feel her head spin round and round. Moreover, a new spectacle began, just to the side of her and on the same divan.
Guy had come to sit beside Simone to kiss her and fondle her. Simone let him do it and even let him put his hand under her blouse.
"I wouldn't have believed that you had such lovely breasts," he murmured as he cupped and squeezed one of the young girl's love globes. He massaged it, twisting the point between his fingers.
"Don't undress me," she said in a fearful voice.
As he was unbuttoning her blouse and baring her firm-tipped breasts, she looked at him appealingly. "Here one can permit oneself everything," he told her.
"Yes, but Henriette-"
"Henriette will see many others come and go, but this time she'll see them much closer up."
Now he began to suck Simone's breasts. She began to tremble. She had had no coital contact with the male since her uncle had taken her maidenhead in the stable, and thus for her love still had the connotation of the scent of warm hay, and animal sweat.
While he sucked her breasts, Guy slipped his hand under the young girl's dress. He had no trouble in finding her pussy, for, a little while ago, the better to frig herself, she had slipped off her bikini. She started, and a shiver ran through her when his hand attacked her cunt. Instinctively she spread her legs, allowing his finger to pass easily into her little slit.
He began by tickling the button of her clitoris, then, knowing she wasn't a virgin any longer, he buried his finger in her cunt.
"No," she groaned, "you're hurting me."
"But-"
"It's your nails," she protested.
Nonetheless, that stiff finger buried in her vagina was quite pleasant. But he withdrew it at once. Now he unbuttoned his fly and took out his prick.
Around them now, everything was silent in the half-darkness of the little room. One would have said the three of them were all alone in the world.
Without his asking her to do so, Simone took hold of Guy's cock and began to fondle it, as if she wanted to milk it . It was much thicker than Louis's, which she had touched in the car the preceding week, and it was just as sensitive. She grew bolder and passed her hand lower down to palpate his balls. That was the first time she had touched a man's balls, and she was curious to make those great heavy olives, covered with gnarled skin, roll under her fingers.
This excited Guy, and his cock got more and more erect and menacing. Simone resumed hold of it, and pulled back the foreskin.
"Is it true," Guy murmured, "that you've only been fucked once?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"Last summer, you know. At the end of August. It was the second prick I had touched in my life. And if you fuck me, it will be my second fucking."
Now she had a mad desire for it. She thought this time she would really be able to have orgasm. The more so since Henriette was watching them.
Henriette, emotion making her bosom rise and fall quickly, was greedily staring at them. Ordinarily she would have lowered her eyes not to see them, but in these last two weeks she had completely changed her personality.
"Did it hurt you that time?"
"Yes," Simone replied.
"This time," Guy assured her, "you won't have any pain. First of all, because your hymen is already pierced, and secondly because I know how to fuck you."
Henriette was suffering martydom. She wanted some boy to take her too, into his arms, but at the same time the thought that a prick might penetrate her scared her. Nonetheless, her dainty panties were quite moist.
"Do you want me to put it into you?" Guy asked. Simone didn't answer. Both of them were trembling with desire, and their breath was quick and panting.
He laid her down more comfortably on the divan, mounted over her, remained squatting a moment on his thighs, entirely unbuttoned his trousers and lowered them down to his knees, then told her, "Spread your knees." She obeyed. Guy remained a moment, contemplating that offered pussy with its brownish hairs, and then took his cock in his hand and bent over her. At that moment there was the sound of the buzzer. Curiosity was stronger, and Simone came out of her trance.
"In a little while," she whispered, despite the desire which was furiously invading her loins. "I want to see first," and she pushed Guy away as he disappointedly grimaced.
The third curtain unveiled the same kind of room, and if they had been surprised a little while ago by seeing that old woman enter accompanied by a young one, a beautiful one, they were even more so in seeing the appearance of a thin, scrawny, gaunt man accompanied by a youth who appeared to be about eighteen. They didn't seem as hurried as the others for, after a few moments, the chambermaid brought them a bottle of champagne.
"Eh, Henri," the youth reproached his companion, "you oughtn't to."
"But yes, Georges. Champagne is always good before love."
"What you mean is that you want to make me tipsy. You know the effect champagne has on me," the youth complained.
The man's reply was to draw the boy to him and kiss him on the mouth. "Have you already done it?" he demanded of the youth.
"Yes and no."
"What do you mean, yes and no."
"I amused myself with two boys, but it didn't go very far."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, you know what I mean. We frigged each other together. Only with one did I go any farther, because I sucked him." His voice was effeminate, and he demanded while the older man uncorked the bottle, "What about you?"
"Ah, yes, but inversely, if I may say so. I love women equally as well as I do very young boys like you. But I've long had a desire for you, only I didn't dare."
"I didn't know that, Henri. I don't know what happened to you the other day on the stairway when we were going up to Mama."
"I had a sudden desire to kiss you."
"But you weren't content with kissing me, you put your hand on my bottom. Oh, what a start you gave me!"
"Don't you think I had one too. I almost had a hard-on just watching you go upstairs."
"And you made me get a hard-on too."
"I'm still hard. Look!"
The older man stepped back, displaying a huge protuberance at the fly of his trousers, and Georges began to laugh. They drank, then the older man again kissed the youth. When they broke off the embrace, they stared into each other's eyes, gravely and without a word. Then Henri's hand closed on the fly of the other, seized something and began to palpate it. He drew the boy to him with a violent embrace and began to fondle his bottom. The youth, his eyes closed, let it be done to him.
Then Henri feverishly began to undo the youth's trousers. Next he pulled out the tail of the undershirt, then shoved down the boy's shorts, revealing hips which were a little too wide for a boy's and a slender cock.
In a hoarse voice, he said, "Finish undressing. I'll do the same."
The boy was naked in a moment, and above his little balls, his cock was stiff. When the older man. Henri, was also naked, he took that frail body into his arms and kissed it greedily, on the belly, on the neck, on the chest, on the lips. This time it was Georges' hand that went to fondle Henri's cock.
"This is the first time this ever happened to me," the youth said in a faint voice. "It's awfully big. Are you sure you won't hurt me?"
"Not at all. I've brought what I need."
He stepped back little and stared the youth in the eyes, while Georges continued to fondle his prick. Then Henri said, "You know, I never would have thought when we were going up to your mother's that we would be here today like this."
"Are you happy?"
"You can say that. I'm going to give you pleasure too, you'll see. And I'm going to take it from you, too."
Again he pulled the boy to him, squeezed his naked bottom and slid a finger into the youth's asshole. Georges uttered a strangled little laugh.
"You're tickling me!"
"So it excited you yesterday when I put my finger into your bottom on the stair?"
"Yes. I told you it did. It made me get a hard-on right away."
Each of their cocks was rubbing against the other's belly. They seemed to be dueling, as with swords.
"Come," Henri said. "Come to the bed."
"Already? I told you, I'm a little afraid. Fondle me again if you like. Don't you like that?"
"Yes. Don't be afraid. I'm going to do something to you first."
"Let me finish my champagne."
Georges finished the rest of his champagne with a gulp, then went to the bed. He had the bottom of a girl, and it jiggled and danced as girl's bottoms will at every step. He languidly installed himself on his back, his cock sticking up.
"It's a pity," Simone murmured. "He's really handsome."
"How can you know?" Guy said, vexed. "You told me yourself you'd never seen a naked man."
"That's not necessary to judge beauty."
"You're talking like the mistress of Florence," Guy chuckled.
Meanwhile, Henri had approached Georges. He kissed him on the lips again, and his lips descended until he attacked the boy's belly, and the latter giggled, "You're tickling me."
"That's a good sign," the other murmured, "it proves you're sensual."
Pursuing its course, the older man's mouth at last gained the boy's pubis. Then Henri took the young cock into his hand and guided it into his mouth.
Methodically he began to suck it.
"Is that what you wanted to do?" Georges asked. "Nobody has ever done that to me. The person to whom I did it didn't want to give it back to me in kind, and he went off in my mouth. I wouldn't have known it was so nice. You're wonderful, Henri, you're doing me a lot of good. When you pass your tongue over the tip, you'll soon get all I've got saved up."
He shook and wiggled, his eyes closed, and sometimes he dug his long, girlish fingers into the covers. But Henri stood up.
"I don't want you to come, you see. Tel! me when you're ready to come, and you'll come in another way."
He sucked the boy thus for a few more minutes, while palpating the boy's testicles, which seemed to shrink back into the belly, titillated thus in lust. However, at the same time, he put a finger back into Georges' asshole, which drew a groan of pleasure from the youth.
"I'm close," Georges at last whispered. Henri at once left off.
"Hold it back," he warned.
"Yes," Georges answered. His prick, all greasy, was shaken with convulsive starts and tremors, obviously on the brink of orgasm.
"Think of something else," the older man warned. There was a moment's silence, and then Georges opened his eyes and smiled.
'It's over now," he said. "I'm calm now."
Henri had stretched out beside him, and he kissed him and caressed him without touching his
"Good," the older man said smiling. "You want prick. some more champagne. The moment for the sacrifice is come."
"Yes, give me some. I repeat, I'm a little afraid. However, it's good when you put your finger in there. But your cock is so big!"
"Don't be afraid. You'll see when it's inside." He brought his paramour a goblet of champagne, drank one himself, and then went for a towel, younger man, "and I'll be right there." He placed
"Put yourself flat on your belly," he told the napkin under Georges' belly and noticed that the youth's bottom-cheeks were shuddering. He then went for his trousers and found in the pocket a tube of vaseline with which he anointed his prick, especially the head. Finally he mounted over the youth.
"Open up your bottom now," he ordered the youth.
The boy obeyed, but tremblingly. "You promise to be nice? It's the first time, you know, it's never happened before."
"Don't be afraid."
Henri took his prick in his hand and directed it toward the youth's asshole, while Georges opened up his buttocks apprehensively.
"You see, I'm not hurting you," he said when the tip of the cock had attained the boy's anus.
"Not yet, but-Aii!"
"Let me do it!"
"Oh, it's going in, it's forcing me, it's tearing me."
"Let it go in. Soon you'll come."
"But it hurts me. You promised!"
Henri didn't answer. One could see that he was pushing with all his strength, and the three young witnesses watched the huge prick bury itself in that little entry.
"I anointed it wit that salve so it wouldn't hurt you."
"It's hurting anyway," Georges protested tearfully. "Go gently. I oughtn't to have let you."
"Go on. You won't be happy till you get it. Don't you feel how nicely it's slipping in now?"
This remark recalled to the three young hidden witnesses the story which Florence had told them of when she had lost the maidenhead of her behind.
This youth seemed to endure rather well the penetration of that long and vigorous cock. When half of the organ had disappeared into the boy's ass-hole, the man lay down upon him as he would over a woman, and continued to thrust in, ordering, "Raise your belly a little."
Docilely the boy obeyed. Henri passed his hand underneath and took hold of the youth's prick. "You see," he panted, "it can't hurt you as much as you say, since you have a hard-on."
"It's the penetration of your cock whit makes me hard, I don't know why," the boy groaned.
"If anyone did that to me," Guy murmured, "it would be just the contrary. It would cut me off entirely!"
"There it is," Henri murmured. "It's all in-well, all that can go in. Now I'm really going to fuck you, my little one."
Slowly he began to move up and down over his victim, who groaned softly. One couldn't tell whether the groaning was from pain or pleasure. At the same time, he frigged the youth.
"It doesn't hurt me so much now," Georges confessed.
"You see? You were made for this. And when we try it again, it will be even more exciting."
They were silent now, and one heard only their panting gasps. After a little, Henri's cockthrusts became more violent, quicker.
"There!" he said soon. "I'm going to come. I'm going to pour into you. Will it please you?"
"Yes. I too am going to come...Continue frigging me...oh, your prick...it's as if I were constipated...there you are.. . there you are.. .
"And you're coming too," Henri stammered. "My fingers are full of it."
However, he continued to bugger the youth as if he were striking him, but soon his rhythm slowed and then stopped. He remained motionless for a moment, then pulled his cock out of the boy's bottom. He went to wash himself while Georges, like a woman, sat down on the bidet to run fresh water into his bruised asshole. It seemed to him that his friend's cock was still inside of him.
He was still making his ablutions when Henri leaned over him and kissed him on the neck and asked, "Was it good?"
"I don't know. But I really came."
Still naked, their cocks hanging between their legs, they finished the bottle of champagne.
"I need it again," Georges murmured. "I have the impression that in the street I'll walk like a duck."
"We'll start over again?" Henri demanded. "Of all the boys I've buggered, you've given me the most pleasure."
"Do you think next time it won't hurt me so much?"
"Of course, it's only the first step that's painful. After that, everything goes on quite naturally."
"I must tell this to Florence,, " Guy chuckled. "Maybe that will incite her to start over again. And now let's go on. It's getting late. We're going to spend in my place the two hours that remain to us before you girls have to go home. There's nothing more to see here."
His car was downstairs, and twenty minutes later all three of them were in his studio.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Scotch that Guy offered them was perhaps not so good as what they had drunk on the house of assignation, but it was just as effective. Which is to say they all began to be a little tipsy. Guy took Simone in his arms and she did not concern herself with Henriette at all, and he began to fondle her, again undid her blouse. Now there was plenty of light: her breasts were dazzling when they were naked, and the light showed them to their best advantage accentuating the olive quality of her brunette skin.
"This time," Guy said, "it isn't sufficient. I want to see you all naked."
"No!" Simone protested in a last reflex. "I've never been naked in front of a man."
"And in front of a woman?"
"N-no."
"Oh yes you have," Henriette broke in. She had by this time lost her self control, after that memorable afternoon.
"Well, well," Guy smiled. "You didn't tell us that, did you, Simone?"
"It was purely by accident."
"Then it won't disturb you to be naked in front of her, too?" he pursued. Despite her resistance, he began to undress her. Her blouse came off to one side, her skirt on the other. She defended herself weakly, with little groans. She resisted much more when it came to taking off her slip.
"Oh, well, to hell with it" she said at last, abandoning herself, and the slip followed the same road.
Guy stared at her ecstatically. "You're a gorgeous little piece of cunt, you know," he said, letting out a little whistle. "Brunette as a morsel of coal, and to think someone else stuck his cock into you first! I'm going to do as much."
"No!"
"You'll want me to, pretty soon, you'll see."
She lowered her head to hide the glitter of her eyes, because she felt desire burning her loins, making her breasts harden at their tips. She had longed for this for a long time.
"All right," she said, "then you undress too."
"Yes," he said, and his eyes were shining, too. "But while you watch me undress, you are going to frig yourself in front of us."
"No." But the word had no conviction to it.
"Yes, you are. I love to see girls frigging themselves. It shows they are really taking part, that they are as excited as I am. When I put it into them, my prick goes in better that way."
He took her hand, obliged it to push against her pussy, against her straddled legs. "Here, look, so you'll get the idea," and he opened his fly and took out his prick, which was pointed toward her as a gun would be. "Begin," he threatened, "otherwise I won't undress."
Slowly, as if regretfully, Simone began to wiggle her middle finger in her slit, tickling her clitoris, sometimes slipping into her vagina but always returning to her clitoris. The tempo became more and more rapid. In a twinkling of an eye, Guy too was naked, standing before the two girls in vigorous erection. He aproached Simone, took her into his arms, stopped her frigging which she had been continuing.
He murmured, "I'm going to fuck you, my girl. I'm going to fuck you, put it into you, give it to you till you come."
He caressed her pussy between her straddled thighs. This time Simone completely lost her head. She was ready for anything. She almost flung herself on the man's prick so she could suck it, and she would have done it even if he hadn't asked her. But before she could do anything, he added, "But I'm not going to fuck you the way the other one did. I'm going to do something forbidden to you, or at least something unknown. A sort of levrette."
"A levrette?" Henriette gasped with astonishment.
"You'll see what it is, my little one. But first of all-" he rose, proffering his cock to the adolescent girl seated naked on the edge of the bed. "Suck it for me," he said as if he had guessed Simone's thoughts. "Suck it very well, and don't spare your saliva. Wet it thoroughly. It will go even better into your cunt. You have never done that before, have you?"
"No." She was lying, but she wanted to respect the mutual promise that the girls had made not to speak of the story of the Bois.
"In that way," Guy pointed out, "it will be as if I were taking the maidenhead of that spot."
She took his cock clumsily into her hand and began to suck it. She hadn't had much experience, but he let her go on a few moments, until he stopped her.
"The time has come," he said smilingly.
Then he lay down on the bed, on his back, his you're told."
"What are you doing?" Simone gasped with astonishment.
"I told you, I'm going to teach you another way to fuck. Come over here."
"You want me to lie on top of you?"
"No, you're to sit down. But you're to turn your back to me. You'll sit on my abdomen. Now do as you're told."
Greatly intrigued, the young girl obeyed. Effectively, in this position, she could feel his stiff prick tickle her vulva.
"Now, take my cock, direct it towards your cunt. Put it in yourself. Let yourself fall down on me then."
She felt his prick bury inside of her, and contrarily to what she feared because of her memories, it was a delicious penetration.
"It will make you feel funnier still," Guy said as he began to arch up his loins, "because you're to frig yourself at the same time. Do what I tell you to!"
Simone hesitated, then decided to obey. It was really a tremendous sensation. The two stimulating actions, one of her finger tickling her lovebutton and the thrust of his prick into her vulva, seemed to blend into a vast orgiastic pleasure, and she groaned with delight.
"Oh, how good it is!"
His prick entered furiously into her vagina while at the same time her feverishly working finger dispensed a different kind of passion.
"Continue," she groaned.
"You, too," he told her.
She panted, groaned and sobbed. Now her pussy didn't hurt her, as it had when her uncle had practically raped her. It was painless pleasure which mounted in waves to the assault of her young body, from the nape of her neck to the end of her behind, from the tips of her breasts to her pussy. She gave herself fully to the game, moving up and down over the young man, and each time she touched her clitoris at the same time his prick plunged into her, she stifled a groan of agonized delight.
She finally fell backwards, and he put an arm around her and began to fondle one of her breasts.
'It's so good.. . " she began to groan, "oh, so good ...I'm going to die...don't stop.. . hold me tight, hurt me, give it to me, be cruel.. . " And suddenly she felt a powerful hot jet spurt into her At the same time her cunt contracted and also at the same time she violently felt the pleasure which came from her throbbing clitoris. She spent twice at the same time, and felt a monstrous pleasure that was beyond description, both through her vagina and her clitoris, and it was the first time she really had orgasm, an unforgettable time.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
At least an hour had passed since Simone and Guy had mutually fucked each other, and night had begun to fall. They had tasted some pate de foie gras with a bottle of wine, and then regained their strength. They remained naked in the studio. Henriette had kept on her clothes. It didn't disturb her any more to see these immodest lovers. Since this afternoon when she had seen so many spectacles, she was beginning to become bored. But her excitement remained in her, latent. She would take away a collection of memories which would excite her, in their turn, during her solitary nights.
"Why don't you strip naked the way we are?" Guy demanded, because now that he had drunk as much as he had, everything became crystalline-clear and simple.
Henriette started. It seemed to her impossible to undress in front of everybody, yet the others had done it before her: Florence, Madame Defour, Simone, and probably also Mireille. Yet she murmured, "I can't."
"Why not?" Are you as ugly as that?"
"She's delicious," Simone laughed.
Guy began to laugh also. "I understand," he said. "Henriette said a little while ago that she'd seen you all bare. Now you let me understand that you've seen her that way, too, and I suppose at the same time, which implies certain things."
"Not what you believe," Henriette gasped, as she turned very red.
"Let her alone," Simone begged, but Guy, his glass in his hand, came to sit down beside Henriette at the side of the divan.
The sight of that naked man, his prick beginning to get hard again, caused a certain sensual trouble in the young girl.
"You're still very young," he said, "since you're only fifteen. But you know, at your age, there are many girls who have already seen what a pussy's for when a man's around. And you've seen what it can do, how girls come and have pleasure. Haven't you ever thought of having the same pleasure for yourself?"
She was thinking only of that, if the truth be known, and now, because of that last glass of whiskey, her head was swimming. She had no will left Contrarily, a furious desire for the touch of the man's flesh began to gnaw her belly. Her pussy began to palpitate and to moisten.
"Why yes, indeed," Guy said, his hand on her bosom. "You want to come as every normal girl does."
Henriette no longer tried to defend herself. His voice was caressing and his hands were very soft. Her breasts began to rise and fall, and she began to breathe heavily. His hand moved now, placing itself on her softly rounded knee. Gently it ascended, attaining her dress, then her bare thigh, and Henriette was thunderstruck and overwhelmed with trembling anticipation, both at the same time.
Suddenly he put his mouth on hers and slipped his tongue between her trembling lips. She wasn't able to clench her teeth and she let his tongue have its way with her. When he pushed her back on the divan, she tried to defend herself, but the strange languor left her without strength. She started when his hand attained her pubis through the thin panties.
"No," she cried, "let me go!" She was suddenly seized with terror.
"Not at all. Let me do what I want, since you know you want me to," he told her.
Simone stood before them, for this scene excited her. Henriette's slip gave way under the man's fingers, and when his fingers attained her bare pussy, she understood that she was vanquished, that she was to receive all the caresses with pleasure, even the last one.
"Let him at least frig you," Simone caressingly suggested. "He's very skillful, you know."
His hands were on Henriette's legs, and she felt his delicate and wary finger slip into her little valley of love as he murmured, "Let me undress you."
That was exactly what he shouldn't have said, and Henriette stiffened, all her modesty returned.
"No, I won't!" But she couldn't prevent him unbuttoning her blouse and baring her breasts, although she was ashamed.
"Why are you that way? It is true that I, too, was like you, not so long ago. But you're beautiful, you've got nothing to hide. When a girl is naked, other people look at her, and it's like a caress," Si-mne urged.
"No," Henriette insisted, "I want him to caress me, but not all naked."
But she had a desire for it, just as she had a desire to feel him lying on her, penetrating her. But she was held back by fear, and also by two thousand years of prejudice.
"Since you're letting him touch your pussy," Simone soothed, "you might as well let him see it."
"Yes, but not all naked." That was already a point of consent. Henriette herself took over lowering the little slip to her heels while Guy raised her skirt.
"Why do you have such a lovely little pussy?" he murmured admiringly.
Simone brought Henriette another glass of whiskey which the young girl only half-drank. But now she lived again in a world in which nothing had any importance, and so the two conspirators had no trouble at all in pulling her dress over her head, and soon she was naked before them. There was a moment of silence, and then Guy, trying not to frighten her, began to kiss her and caress her.
Then he took her hand and placed it on his cock. Henriette started again, but this time she didn't protest. For her, this contact was new and she had dreamed of it for so many nights, of that male sex which she had learned to understand only in the past few days. It wasn't as she had imagined it, but like a little baby's penis, a little larger, that was all. And it ended in a sort of pink mushroom-like tip. In any case, Guy's was much lovelier than that of the gentleman who, a little while ago, was fucking his mistress; it was less thick, more elegant.
She let her fingers close on Guy's cock. It was a long, slim and well-ridged prick which had a life of its own and palpitated under her fingers. He impressed upon her a slow movement of coming and going; sometimes the meatus disappeared almost entirely under the foreskin, sometimes it appeared completely stripped as her fingers held it to his movement.
"Are you having fun, darling?" Simone asked, standing close to them. "You've dreamed of it for so long, as all of us have, frigging a boy."
But it seemed now to Henriette that this prick was very thick and was filling her hand.
"Do it all alone now," Guy murmured. "It's good, you know."
"I don't know how."
"Why, yes you do."
Henriette continued by herself, with gestures which were still rather clumsy, to frig this rigid cock, and she experienced a perverse pleasure from doing it.
"Touch my balls."
That, too, was a new discovery. Instinctively, she made them roll back and forth in her hand.
"Go back to my prick now," he ordered.
Suddenly he pushed her back without her trying to defend herself.
"It'll be better this way," he said.
And while she continued to frig him, he held her closely against him, fondling her little nipples which had stiffened out of desire, and her little gaping pussy, which seemed to yearn for his hard prick.
This position made Henriette lose all self-control, and when Simone took her legs to stretch her out better along the divan, since she was only half-across it, she let it be done. Guy rolled onto the divan beside her. With infinitely gentle gestures he continued to caress her. She felt his hard prick palpitate against her naked thigh. He held her tighter and tighter, without a word. She felt only his warm, quickened breath at her ear, against her neck. That, too was a caress.
Slowly, before she could even be aware of it, he mounted over her, and this time it was against her belly that she felt his prick throb. The weight of this man, this unusual weight that she had so often wished for in her long, lonely nights, was in addition a delicious thrill.
He put one knee between her thighs, bore down, and found no difficulty in spreading them apart. She really didn't know what she was doing, what was bad or what was good, whether it was important or not. She was caught in a vertigo of intoxication, desire and pleasure.
Now the prick was prodding against her slit, and it was unspeakably delicious. And then, suddenly, she felt in her abdomen a burning pain and she called out, "Mama!" She tried, suddenly frightened, to repulse the intruder, but it was too late. She felt the long cock of the man slowly penetrate her; terrified, she struggled.
"No! I don't want you to!" she cried. "I don't want you to!"
But Guy's prick continued to bury implacably inside her cunt, and tears streamed down her face as her head turned from side to side.
"There, it's over," Simone consolingly murmured. "You'll see, from now on there'll be no pain."
It seemed to the young girl that the pain was indeed diminishing. She experienced a great annihilation, as if she had been suddenly impaled and robbed of life.
"That had to happen to you some day, didn't it?" Guy consoled her now. "Well, best to start young. That way, you'll have a longer life of pleasure."
But Henriette didn't hear him. She was obsessed by that seemingly enormous object, going and coming slowly in her tender tight virgin cunt, while Guy, who had put his hands under her armpits, stroked her shoulder blades.
"I want to make you come," he panted. "I don't know if I can, the first time. But you, you'll make me come, won't you? I've never had a virgin before. It's awfully exciting, and then, you're marvelously tight!"
He was silent, holding her still tighter. His cadence speeded up, while his breathing quickened, grew hoarse.
"Ahhh-there!" he groaned at last.
Henriette felt a warm liquid flood her cunthole, while his rhythm became frenzied.
"Mamma!" she cried out-her first cry as a woman.
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Darling, you see it wasn't so bad after all," Simone murmured as she held Henriette in her arms, trying to console the weeping young girl who had just lost her cherry to Guy.
That worthy, stark naked now and swaggering in his triumph at having taken Henriette's tender young maidenhead, had poured himself still another glass of whiskey and was sipping it while he stared greedily at the two delicious young adolescent girls.
Simone was naked too, and the contrast between her brunette and almost svelte beauty as against Henriette's dainty contours and sweet young timid face made him feel that perhaps again his manhood could come to the fore.
"It hurt," Henriette protested.
"It always does, you silly little goose, when you're getting it for the first time. It hurt with me too. But afterwards, it will be sheer heaven. You'll see."
"I want to go home now," Henriette complained. "I feel dizzy and it hurts."
"Silly, come with me into the bathroom. I'll run you a little tub of warm water, I'll make you good as new. And then you'll see, I'll be with you when Guy makes love to you. And this time, it will be pleasant, I promise."
"No!"
"Don't be such a little sulky goose, or I'll spank you," Simone teasingly laughed.
She cupped Henriette's breasts in both her hands, bent her head, took one of the rosy nipples into her mouth and began to suck it tenderly. Henriette sighed, "Oh darling, but not in front of him, it's our secret together. I don't like him to see that. It-it isn't right."
"But he's my lover just as he's been yours, and if I'm willing to share him with you, why should you mind?" Simone logically demanded.
"I-I don't know," Henriette reverted to her tender age of fifteen. "I wish it could be just between the two of us."
"You're not mad at Guy, are you?"
"Of course I'm not. I-I wanted it to happen. But
I thought it would well I thought-"
"I know what you thought because I thought the same thing, silly," Simone interrupted. Now her lips began to nuzzle the other nipples and Henriette tilted back her head and closed her eys and surrendered herself to the sheer bliss of this tender erotic caress. Gradually she began to feel appeased in her vanity, and presently she opened her eyes and stealthily looked at the naked young man who had fucked her for the first time.
He had sponged his cock clean of the traces which had demonstrated his conquelst of her virginity. And indeed, despite his many tributes to Venus on this occasion, Guy was beginning to feel his cock grow hard again.
"He-he isn't bad looking, you know," Henriette whispered to Simone.
"He's very nice, if you want the truth. It could have been much worse for you. I told you what happened to me my first time. And the man who did it wasn't nice at all. He was an ugly old fool, that's what he was. But Guy's young and strong and he knows everything. Now cheer up, you're not going to get a baby, if that's what you're worried about. Come take your little bath, that's a good girl."
Simone turned to Guy and said, "Smoke a cigarette and stretch out and enjoy yourself. We'll be back. And I promise you that Henriette will be your petite amie and it will be very nice. She's a darling, you know."
Henriette was scarlet now, as she walked with Simone to the bathroom and knew that Guy's eyes were laving her naked bottom and her thighs and all the rest of her. She had a strange feeling in front of him, a certain self-consciousness which at the same time was sexually disturbing and exciting. She knew she had been very wicked, and she was afraid of what might happen when she got home. But Simone was reassuring her all the time, and the feel of Simone's hand against her breasts and down along her inner thighs was paradise itself. If only they could be alone together. . .
Simone quickly ran the tap water in the bath and made it lukewarm and then helped Henriette clamber in. Then kneeling down, bending over the edge of the tub, she solicitously sponged and soaped the lovely girl, spending much time on Henriette's budding breasts, exclaiming over the lovely coral tips of those sweet kissable nipples, and observing how they were stiffening because of love. This only made Henriette blush all the more, but it succeeded in reassuring her and calming her fears.
When the bath at last was done, Simone helped Henriette out and the two girls stood facing each other. Simone put her arm around Henriette's waist and nuzzled her mouth in Henriette's neck, whispering, "Are you mad at me?"
Henriette shook her head and uttered an inaudible, "Uh-uh."
"Good. Then suppose you kiss me, you little goose. WJiat a fright you gave me there, being such a big baby! I actually thought that Guy was going to be angry with you and spank you."
"Would-would he have done that?"
"Of course. If you went so far as to let him fuck you, it didn't matter how young you were. Besides, you're old enough. And you've got a lovely shape, you know he's crazy for you. I almost think he might prefer you to me."
"You do?" Henriette gullibly gasped, her eyes very big and wide.
"Of course I do. Now kiss me. And put your hands on my bottom. I love to feel your hands there, Henriette."
Henriette was not at all hesitant about rendering her dear friend Simone the kiss of peace nor, for that matter, fondling those firm resilient bottom-cheeks which tightened and rippled and undulated under her soft little fingers. Gradually Simone pressed closer to her friend, until Henriette could feel the frictional rasp of pussy fur against pussy fur, and the tingling sensation which ran through her acutely sensitized cuntlips began to permeate her with a kindling desire for a renewal of the experience which had just made her a woman.
She no longer thought of calling for her mother; she began now to quiver and of course the whiskey and the witnessing of all the sexual orgies which had taken place prior to her defloration served to make her amorous again and to a greater degree than before.
"Simone, honey-" she faltered.
"What, little pigeon?" Simone's hands were squeezing Henriette's bottom, and a forefinger was inserting itself very naughtily down the tender am-bery-rosy crease.
"I wish we could stay in here forever. I'd like to love you. It's so nice to feel you against me. I love to feel your breasts rub against mine."
"There now, you see? You're becoming bolder. And that's good. That's the way Guv will love you. And that's the way you'll get lots of fun when he fucks you again. You're going to let him, aren't you?"
"Do I have to? I'd so much rather be here with you."
"Silly goose, in a bathroom? He'd get suspicious and come in and see us, and then he'd really be angry. No, there'll be time for us together, you'll see. Now give me another long sweet kiss. And put your finger on my spot. If you want to know something, I'm dying to be fucked again myself. But you're the one who's going to be the little heroine now. You've never done it before, while I have."
"Yes, I suppose that's true. Oh Simone, I love you so." Shuddering, Henriette merged her body against her friend's, and while her left hand clamped over Simone's rippling naked bottom-cheeks, the younger girl's right forefinger hesitantly approached the soft, furry-framed slit of the older girl and delicately rimmed the pink pouting moist lips of Simone's luscious cunthole.
"Oooh, that's lovely, and kiss me too, and use your tongue," Simone entreated.
Henriette obeyed, and just then the two girls heard a knock on the door. "What's going on in there? Don't tell me Henriette has fainted? I wasn't that much of a brute!"
"It's Guy!" Simone gasped. And she was echoed by Henriette: "Oh gracious! Oh dear, I'm scared now!"
"Don't be. That just shows he wants you. That's very flattering, you know. Guy can have any girl he wants in the district. The fact that he wants you again just after he's fucked you, is a very good sign."
"Do you think so?"
"I know so." Then, aloud, "Coming, Guy, just a minute. Henriette says she's awfully fond of you."
"Lovely!" the young man called from the other side of the door. "I'll be waiting. Just thinking of what you two naughty little bitches are doing inside there is getting me horny again."
"We'll take care of that, the two of us," Simone gaily called out
Then both her hands squeezed Henriette's bottom-cheeks, pinching and kneading the soft satiny flesh, as she rubbed pussy to pussy, and her lips merged with Henriette's and Henriette's dainty pink tongue foraged between her lips. Simone began to pant and to quiver, and the tips of her own breasts were hard as flints. She wanted to be fucked the worst way. But she didn't know if Guy could do it, not if he had to manage a good screwing of Henriette. And out of loyalty, she wanted her friend to be the heroine of the piece.
"Are you ready, dear?" She released Henriette and stood looking at the lovely blushing girl. The latter nodded, eyes downcast. "I-I'm still a little scared."
"You're silly! The worst is over now, you've been with him, you've felt his prick in your cunt, he's kissed you and loved you, so why be prudish and modest now? Unless you're regretting it?"
"No." A very tiny, faint, "No" that was, but sincere all the same, for Henriette's blushes were deepening down to her throat and temples and even to her earlobes. She was really adorable that way.
"All right then. And remember, I'll be right beside you. You can kiss me. I tell you what-would you like to lick me?"
"Oh yes!"
"Then I'll have Guy let me do it that way. He'll get on you, he'll fuck you, and I'll kneel over you and you can reach up and hold my bummy, and put your darling tongue right against my spot. That way, if you don't like what he's doing to you, you can punish me with your tongue. How will that be?"
"Wonderful! Oh Simone, I want to do that to you, but why does it have to be with him watching?"
"He's old enough to know that girls have fun too, and he isn't jealous. He's very nice, all things considered. He's nicer than lots of boys, he's nicer even than Emile. If I were on a desert island and had to choose between the two of them, it would be Guy every time, I can tell you."
And so Henriette let herself be led out of the bathroom. Guy was there on the couch lolling on his back, his prick sticking up in the air, his hands behind his head, whistling "Marlbrook s'en va a la guerre."
"My, you're a confident one," Simone laughed. "What if we hadn't come out?"
Without turning his head, Guy remarked, "Then I would have broken down the door and taken my revenge on both of you."
"Brrr! That sounds menacing," Simone laughed. "What would you have done to us?"
"Spanked you both until your bottoms were tender, and until you both begged to be forgiven."
"I see. How would you have us earn our forgiveness?"
"You would have done a feuille de rose on me, one of you, while the other sucked me. And then by then I should probably be vigorous enough to take care of you both one after the other."
"My, listen to the braggart! He ought to have written the book that Casanova did," Simone quipped.
Henriette managed only a silly little giggle, for she was still afraid. But the sight of Guy's upright and swollen prick drew her fascinated gaze despite herself. So that was the object that had made her a woman. And now the pain had receded, strangely enough. Now she was beginning to feel very squirmy again. Of course, it was because Simone had been so sweet to her. Dear darling Simone!
"Well, Henriette wants you to be gentle with her this time," Simone proffered as she led the sacrificial victim toward the couch where the young male god awaited, his priapic emblem massively displayed as symbol of his superiority over his two slaves of young love.
"Any way she-likes," Guy offered. He turned and made a roguish face at Henriette: "You're not mad at me, little one?" Henriette shook her head and blushed and looked down at her bare toes.
"Good. Now what were you two cooking up in there?"
Simone bent to him and whispered in his ear, while he reached out to fondle one of her dangling breasts. Then he fingered her pussy, and Simone moaned as she felt herself grow moist again.
"A lovely idea. I'm all for it. All right, Henriette, stretch out beside me, and you, Simone, get over her and do your stuff. This will make me ready for you both."
"Listen to the man brag! Do you mean to say you intend to have both of us?" Simone asked.
"I do indeed. I'll show you. Go to work," Guy commanded.
Henriette stretched out on the couch, and closed her eyes and shivered. She knew that Guy was staring at her breasts, as he propped himself up on one elbow, and also at her cunt. But immediately she felt Simone kneel over her, and then she felt the delicious scratch of Simone's pussy fur against her mouth and nose. With a gasp, she protruded her tongue and began to lick the soft pink moist quim proffered to her. She reached up her hands and took hold of Simone's bottom-cheeks and squeezed them lovingly. Simone began to groan softly with delight. Guy sat up and watched, fascinated by this delicious duo of the disciples of Bilitia. His prick began to throb, and the lips puckered in sign of passion.
Then gently he knelt forward and moved between Henriette's thighs. His hands delicately brushed the inside, and she quivered and groaned, "Oh please, be easy-it-it's still sore there, I know it is."
"Hush, little one, I'll take care of you," Guy promised. He put down his head and pressed his mouth to Henriette's cunt. He kissed it round and round, and then his tongue began to whisk around the petals, until at last he touched her button. Henriette arched and wriggled and groaned: "Aah-ooh-ifs lovely-oh, that doesn't hurt at all!"
"Neither will this," Guy said hoarsely as he crouched forward and, squeezing Henriette's breasts, gradually introduced the tip of his prick between her tingling pussylips.
Slowly he introduced himself, and she gasped and squirmed and arched, until he had it half way down her cunt. To assuage herself, Henriette's tongue began to dig faster and faster into Simone's cunt, and Simone by now was writhing and twisting about, moaning, "Oh, oh that's lovely, don't stop now, on the button, on the button, Henriette, I want to come, I want you to make me come!"
And then suddenly Guy could bear no more. With a groan of desire, he sank down upon Henriette, his plump resilient cheeks, and to hold on tight as he hands reaching under her bottom to squeeze her drove himself in to the hilt.
"Aah-oh, be gentle-ah, you're filling me, you're tearing me open-ooo!" Henriette sobbed.
But Simone had reached down and seized Henriette's wrists, for the lovely younger girl had instinctively tried to push Guy off her, in a last surge of fear. And grinding her pussy against Henriette's mouth, she commanded, "I'm so close now, if you don't make me come, I'll turn you over to him and let him spank the dickens out of that naughty little bottom of yours, you'll see!"
But now Guy began to draw back slowly and then to push forward as slowly; Henriette discovered that fucking friction had its own sweet pleasures, and that while her vaginal tissues were still very sensitive, the pain was even less than she had dreaded.
Besides, she was so in love with Simone that she harkened to the latter's bidding. Her tongue industriously and frantically dug to and fro, rubbing the stiffened button of Simone's clitoris until suddenly Simone uttered a strident cry and then gave down her love cream.
At the same moment, Guy, tensing his hold on Henriette's bottom-cheeks, began to fuck her with a will. And since he had already spent so much of his virile gism, he could delay himself for a much longer time and thus prolong Henriette's delicious second lesson of love.
This time when she groaned, "Mama!" it was not in fear, but in rapture. But no sooner had he made her come, than he drew out of her and, seizing Simone by the wrists, pulled her down alongside Henriette. "Now," he commanded, "turn your face and kiss Henriette, and both of you, love each other with your tongues and your fingers, while I fuck Simone."
And thus it was that the trilogy of young passion was achieved and both Simone and Henriette achieved their womanhood in this "graduation" of delight!
THE TWO SISTERS
CHAPTER ONE
For over an hour Susan had been trying to get to sleep. She had hoped this would be a night when she could really have an early to bed appointment with herself. She was staying with her sister Bren-da, who was two years older than her 19 years and who had married just over a year ago. Billy, the young husband was working on the night shift this week at the printer's where he was employed and so Susan had thought, with her brother in law at work, she and Brenda would turn in early.
The plan had seemed to be on until about half an hour before the girls prepare for bed. Josh Rich-in, one of the foremen at Billy's works had called and at first Susan had feared he had brought bad news about an accident perhaps to Billy. This did not prove to be the case at all. It soon became apparent to Susan that her sister was pleased to see the elderly Josh and now, an hour after she had come up to her small bedroom Susan could still hear the murmur of voices from the sitting room. Old Josh Rich in was still here, still alone downstairs with Brenda.
At last her curiosity got the better of Susan. She had been hearing some odd sounds from the sitting room. She moved silently along the passage to the stairs and descended slowly and carefully. The door to the sitting room was ajar, all the lights were out but the light from the hall allowed enough illumination for Susan to see what was going on when she carefully pered through the crack of the partly open door.
She saw her sister's clothing and some of the clothes of the old man scattered about the carpet. Josh was on the couch with Susan's married sister, both seemed to be almost naked. When Susan caught a glimpse of her sister's face she hardly recognized her. The expression was one she had never seen on her face before.. . an expression of absolute pleasure, her head rolling from side to side to side in ecstasy as the old man knelt down on the floor between her thighs. He soon moved up to a sitting position beside the panting girl. He had, apparently, been goosing her for several minutes before the prying Susan arrived at the door.
Now the younger sister was treated to the sight of Brenda massaging the old man's erect penis in both her hands, causing him to grunt and lift his loins towards her cradling palms. Josh murmured something. Susan could not hear what he said, but she heard her sister reply:
"You naughty, naughty old man!" in a chiding tone and the next moment she had bent her face down to his stomach and to Susan's amazement she saw her sister take the old felow's prick in her mouth and suck on it as if it had been the most good tasting lolly in the world.
It made Susan feel sick, sick to know her sister was playing so false with her good looking husband ...sick at the fear she might be discovered spying on her sister. Silently as she could Susan made her way back upstairs. She would have loved to stay and watch what she was sure they were going to do but she could not risk them seeing her there. She did not want her sister to know her guilty deception of Billy had been witnessed by her.
Perhaps Billy would not have been so shocked after all...for it had been after just six months of marriage that the first extra-marital excitement had taken place.. .
Brenda and Billy Taylor had been married six months and were finding their union anything but continued bliss. True enough they loved each other, they were happy with each other in bed. But when it came to housekeeping Brenda was a spendthrift. By midweek she always had same complaint-no money left. Billy had quite a good job in the print trade but his money did not seem to go very far. He had insisted that she gave up her typist job when they married and although she had asked him several times to let her apply to go back to the office, Billy had always been very definite.. . NO ...she had to be a stay at home wife...not a career wife. That was not the sort of wife he wanted.
One afternoon when Billy was on the night shift at the works he had a phone call that was to eventually change both their lives. Brenda was surprised at the sudden change in her husband. From a tired listless young man trying to get a few hours sleep before he left for work he was full of beans, explaining to her that the phone call had been from a friend of his, a friend who wanted to take them both out to dinner at one of the posh hotels.
"Come on love, get washed and do your hair nicely. This Mr. Daneworth is an important man. He may be able to help me earn some more money, and we both want that, don't we darling?" he chortled as he playfully slapped his attractive wife on her bottom. "Put your very best and smartest things on love," he added, "we are meeting him at seven o'clock."
"But you have to be at the works by ten, darling," she remonstrated, "we can't go out tonight. Can't your rich friend make it some other night? One week when you are not working on the late shift or when you have the two day break?"
"No love. It's tonight. That's what the man said-and that is what it will have to be. I shall have time to enjoy the meal and have the chat with him," Billy told her, already making his way to the bathroom to get himself ready.
Mr. Daneworth proved to be the most horrible type of man Brenda had yet met. She saw him coming towards them as they entered the lobby of the Royal Hotel. She hoped this was not her husband's wealthy friend, but the grinning ugly face, the outstretched hand to greet them proved that this short balding man with the huge stomach was indeed the Mr. Daneworth they were to dine with.
Repulsive he might be, but he had money.. . and he spent it. The meal in the plush restaurant of the Royal was one of the most expensive and enjoyable that the young couple had ever had. Brenda in particular loved the varieties of wine and by the time the coffee and the strange tasting concoction in the minute glass that went with the coffee was served and drunk the young woman was feeling happy and relaxed, and even finding the witty and toadying ways of their host less distasteful than she had expected.
Old Daneworth had not mentioned business to her husband yet. She saw by the clock on the wall that Billy would soon have to be leaving if he was to get to the works on time. As it was he would have to go in his best suit, there would not be time to get home and change. She felt naughtily pleased when Billy suggested that she stay and have some more coffee and drinks with Mr. Daneworth, the old fellow immediately told her he would send her home in a taxi later and that it was silly for her to rush off just because Billy had to.
Billy gave her a hurried kiss. She did not see the look he exchanged with old Daneworth. Had she done so she might not have sipped so happily at the small liqueur and coffee which kept being brought to them. A few hours ago she had never imagined being out with another man like this. To be alone with a man, and an elderly man at that who was plying her with expensive food and drink was a new experience for her. The mere idea would have appalled her had it been suggested, but now with the potent drink inside her and the obvious approval of her husband to be out with this Mr. Dane-worth, she was settling back to thoroughly enjoy herself.
It was past midnight when she eventually found herself in a taxi heading for home. But she was not alone. The bulky squat figure of Daneworth was close beside her. She was letting him slide his arm around her...letting him naughtily slide his large hand up under her dress to fondle her thighs.. . she was letting him kiss her. The journey was not a long one. She felt shaky on her legs as the cabby came round to open the door and help her out. She saw the look on the cab driver's face when old Daneworth followed her out and paid him off. With the old man's arm around her waist she was letting him guide her to her front door. A moment later they were in the lonely house. She heard him close the front door. All was quiet save for their heavy breathing. For the first time the full realization that she had literally invited this old man into her house at this time of the night, and with her husband on night shift.. . She knew what he must be thinking, what conclusion he would be coming to. She was about to explain that she had not meant to invite him in, unless he just wanted her to make him another cup of coffee for a nightcap, when the old fellow moved close to her and before she could utter a single word had clamped his ugly mouth to hers.
She felt his tongue, a fat wet tongue of flabby flesh, trying to probe into her mouth. She closed her eyes. She felt dizzy, she wished so much she had all those hadn't potent drinks with the coffee. She felt she was going to faint but his strong arms were around her. She found she was being forced to accept his fat wet tongue into her mouth. She found even more reluctantly that she was licking on the flabby moist instruction.. . she was beginning to tremble at being kissed so lewdly and suggestively by another man.
He was holding the kiss long and hard. She was breathless. She had long since stopped trying to push his bulky body away from her and she suddenly felt a slight jolt where his loins pressed into the softness of her belly. She could feel he was getting very hard and as at last the kiss came to a breathless conclusion he spat the words at her that shocked her:
'God Almighty!" he gasped profanely amid his heavy breathing.. . "I want to fuck you!! "
His words shocked her. But at the same time she experienced a strange tingling excitement at being spoken to in such gross obscene language. She did not know what forced her to act as she did. She slowly slid her hand down between their bodies and her fingers clasped the throbbing length of his penis through the material of his expensive suiting. She had a naughty tingling in her taut breasts as well as that well recognized desiring sensation between her thighs. She still had no idea that she had been given a mild aphrodisiac in her drinks at the hotel and this was what was helping to make her feel as randy as she did.
He was cradling her buttocks in one hand, her breasts in his other as he slowly moved with her towards the foot of the stairs. Up in her bedroom she was glad that the curtains were across the window, glad that he did not switch on the light . . .she could not bear to look at his ugly face.. . his short stocky squat body, as he stood so close to her, his heavy breath fanning against her cheeks.
His hands were fumbling for the zipper of her dress. It was a long zipper, stretching from the neck of the frock to above her buttocks. He drew it down to its extremity and she found she was willingly shrugging her shoulders to help the garment to fall to her feet. His hands were hot and clammy on her back as he reached round her to get his fat fingers to her bra clasp. A mixture of guilt, remorse and excitement rippled through her as she allowed her lovely breasts to be bared in the darkness to the avid touching of this old man.
In the darkness she did not see his arm reach out, his hand so hot and moist gripped her naked shoulder, making her jump and then wince at the harsh way he held her.
"Leave your stockings on," she heard him croak at her. "I like women with their nylons and shoes on, especially when the stockings are so fine like yours and the shoes high and slender of heel...leave them on darling...leave them on...but I want these off.. . "
'These' were her panties, her very best pair of pretty dainty briefs. Her husband had said wear her very best and smartest, and she had done so, right down to her new panties. She felt guilty again as she thought of Billy...hard at work on the night shift.. . what would her loving hubby think if he knew she had allowed his rich friend to come to her bedroom and undress her?
She stood trembling slightly. The hot hands of the old man seemed everywhere on her exposed body. Now he was cupping her right breast in both hands, cradling it, lifting the globe so that he could lower his face and take into his thick ugly lips her erect nipple.
She was sorry when he stood back from her, releasing her nipple from his mouth that was giving her so much sensual pleasure. She heard the rustle of clothing, she knew he was stripping off. She felt back to her bed and sat on the edge. A moment afterwards he was beside her. She put out an explorative hand. It was not surprising her fingers clasped at his huge penis. She gasped, the penis was like him, squat and very fat. She heard him groan with pleasure as she massaged the loose foreskin to and fro several times.
He was pushing her back on the bed. She realized that he was going to go all the way with her. Nothing would stop him. She was not sure she wanted to stop him even if she could. She gave a start, his firm hand had cupped her full over her naked mound. His fingers twined in the crisp short hairs. He applied a great deal of pressure to her moistening hole.
"Would you like me to kiss you?" he whispered, and she knew WHERE he meant to kiss her if she said yes.
"I.. . yes.. . yes.. . please.. . " she hardly knew her own voice as she tried to spread her legs apart, "please...kiss me.. . kiss me there.. . down there ...yes.. . ooooohhh!! "
He had spread the loose lips of her cunt well apart with his fingers and buried his face hard to the gash so that he was able to penetrate into the wet sticky folds of her inner membranes with his snake like tongue.
Brenda jumped with the sudden pangs of sheer ecstasy that thrilled through her loins to her belly and up to her nipples. Her hands went down to his head. Had he had any hair to clasp she would have clenched her fingers to him, as it was she held the sides of his sweating forehead between her palms and held his face pressed hard to her pulsating minge.
His tongue was moving in a wild circular action that seemed to allow the tip of it to dip and delve to every fiber of sensitive flesh that made up the womanly sleeve of sexual lust.
"Oooaaaa.. . thats.. . ooo...oooaaahhh.. . wonderful.. . do it.. . keep doing it.. . keep kissing me...oooooaaahhh.. . your...tongue...it's reaching right into me...oh darling...kiss.. . kiss . . .keep kissing me. . . ! ! "
For about the tenth time Billy Taylor had taken the envelope from his overall pocket, taken the cheque from the envelope and looked at the scrawled figures and name on it. He had been nearly half an hour late getting on duty, they would deduct his wages for that-but he could still smile. One hundred pounds.. . that was the amount this little scrap of paper was worth to him...one hundred pounds.. . He could go to the bank in the morning and get the money. Old Daneworth had told him so.
"If I don't get what I want I shall stop the cheque and it will be worthless to you," the old lecher had told him.
For a moment Billy felt unhappy, he felt remorse. He could not picture that fat slobbery old man 'getting what he wanted' from Brenda...and yet...she was taking all those drinks; she was swallowing the sex drug, the aphrodisiac he knew old Dane-worth had slipped into her glass. He had left her at the hotel to be taken home by the old man. Everything had seemed to be going to plan.. . he would surely be able to cash that cheque. Old Daneworth the Stud would not have cause to stop it-of that Billy was pretty certain. His pretty wife would be helping to earn her keep at last! Many times she had wanted to go to work to help the finances. He had always refused, but this was different. This was one hundred pounds she was earning in his own pocket. She would not know she was earning money, old Daneworth would not tell her.. . that had been a part of the arrangement.
This arrangment had started so easily.
"Put her on the game," some of his bawdy workmates had jokingly told him when he kept on com-paining about his lack of money and the spendthrift that Brenda was with the housekeeping. Put her on the game.. . it had been a joke. But one night on the late shift one of the managers had taken him on one side and quietly given him the address of this wealthy Mr. Daneworth.
"He might be willing to give you a few quid for an introduction to your wife if she is as pretty as you tell us," Billy had been told.
The subsequent visit to the large rambling old house where Daneworth lived led to the arrangements being made. The old satyr made it quite clear what sort of introduction he wanted...the money was good.. . no harm would be done...Brenda would never know her husband had a part in her being seduced, never know that anyone but herself was guilty when she let the old man fuck her.
The expression sent a chill down the young man's spine. Could it be true that the horrid looking old Daneworth was actually having his lovely Brenda right at this minute. Was his wife being untrue to him even with the help of the drug and the drinks?
Billy Taylor was in between two devils. He did not know whether to be hoping this piece of paper in his pocket was going to be worth a hundred pounds to him the next morning or if he was going to discover that Brenda had a stronger will than they had thought. Was she going to be true to him? Or was she going to be earning for him ?
Had he been able to see into his bedroom Billy Taylor would have been left in no doubt that the hundred pounds was to be his. He would have seen his wife on her back, opening her thighs willingly for the naked hairy bodied old lecher climbing on top of her. He would have seen her writhing in abandon under the weight of the stout gentleman as the firm fat cock embedded itself hard and deeply into her cunt hole.
She was surrendering her body and mind to the flesh in a far more lewd and abandoned fashion than she ever did when she was on this same bed with her husband. She was giving herself utterly to the fat cock of this old licentious brute riding her with short but fierce jabbing lunges.
CHAPTER TWO
It was a misfortune in the extreme for both Brenda and Billy when almost a month after this first encounter old Mr. Daneworth was taken to hospital and looked like being there for a few months at least. It was unfortunate for Billy. He had spent the first hundred pounds and also the two subsequent fifties he was given by the old fellow in payment for further visits to Brenda. It was unfortunate for Brenda as she was beginning to love this extra-marital sex and although she might have viewed things very differently had she known her husband was getting money from her lover, this fact was kept from her and she was upset and distressed when Daneworth was taken from the sex scene by his enforced spell in hospital.
Billy could not expect to find another wealthy benefactor like Daneworth, but it was not long before one of the foremen, a certain Josh Richin, was making tentative suggestion about a few pounds and an introduction to Mrs. Taylor. It appeared Josh had done some work up at Daneworth's house and the two men had quickly found they had one hobby in common-womanising. One secret led to another...and Richin was given the information that Mrs. Taylor might be able to be boug.. . but only through her husband.
When the younger sister Susan over-peeped and saw what her sister was doing with the elderly visitor, it was by no means the first time the sex loving Brenda had opened her thighs for Richin's mouth.. . or his prick. But young Susan had no means of knowing, anymore than Brenda herself knew, that Billy was well aware of the sex life of his pretty wife.
It was two weeks after Susan had first seen Josh Richin with her sister that he called again. Billy was, as usually, on night work, and Susan had been along to the local pub with Brenda, and had against her will had a little too much to drink.
She was about to make her goodnights and go up to bed, leaving her sister alone again with the visitor, knowing full well that they wanted her out of the way. To her surprise they both asked her to say and have more drinks. The remarks made her aware that old Josh Richin was ogling her more than was decent. She felt sick at the way her sister carried on behind her husband's back and she felt even more sick at the way this horrid man was look-king at HER this time and not so much at Brenda.
However, she did settle down with them in the sitting room and let the old chap pour them some drinks. It was several drinks later that a squiffy but happy young Susan saw Josh get to his feet. His complaints about the heat in the room were not polite, neither were his gestures as he got his jacket off and also his shirt.
"Come on girlies," he chuckled, "I can't be the only one who is hot in here. Come on...be friendly.. . be matey with your old Josh.. . come on girlies.. . "
He pulled Susan to her feet, his hands at once caressing the front of her blouse, causing her to bite her lip with the pleasure that his groping hands sent coursing through her. Suddenly he stepped back and ripped open his fly. Susan gaped at the great manhood rearing out of the trouser front. She heard her sister laugh at her embarrassment.
"Isn't old Josh a naughty man, darling?" Brenda was teasing, "just look what he is showing us! You naughty old man you!" of manhood. She wanted to do the same and the
Susan saw her sister gently stroking that root shocks that tingled up her arm as she gingerly gripped the fat throbbing length of male flesh was an experience she would never forget. Brenda had moved back so that her younger sister was able to stand closer to the exposed old fellow. He looked across at the clock:
"It's not midnight yet...plenty of time, girlies," he chortled, "come on-let's go to bed!"
It was but a few minutes before Susan found herself, as naked as her married sister and the elderly Josh, in the large double bed in Brenda's room. It was a strange and thrilling experience to be in bed with a naked man and her own sister. Josh was cupping the younger girl's lush titties and stroking them, while Brenda was using both hands on his now very rampant prick.
"Susan darling," the young girl heard her sister murmur, "bend your face down here. Kiss Mr. Richin here darling, like I am doing."
The old fellow gasped with sheer pleasure as two sweetly soft moist mouths kissed the very lowest part of the base of his pulsating root. When Susan had cottoned on to the idea of actually opening her mouth and sucking the huge glans she allowed her large breasts to caress his hairy nipples while she lavared his chin and nose and cheeks with her wet tongue tip.
When Susan felt her arms grabbed by her sister and was being dragged on to her back she had no time to struggle, even had she so desired. The horny old fellow was mounting her. She heard Brenda muttering words about being careful with the kid, and it may be her first time.. . and then she felt the hard long cock she had sucking raging against her own wet portals of lust. She cried out as the fat rammer began to sink between the rubbery stretching lips of her opening.
Susan saw the man peering down between their bellies. She saw Brenda also taking a close look. The brute had sunk about three inches into the tender violated channel. He was grinning at her, leering down at her helplessness as he slowly arched at her. She let out a little scream as he fed the rest of his fat prick into her. Now there was at the most a thick half inch of cock showing between his stomach and her flattened belly.
Susan felt her hands being held by her sister. Her hands were being pulled down between the old man's open thighs. Her married sister was teaching her how to cradle and fondle a man's balls while being rooted to him. Susan's face was hot and flushed to a deep crimson. She was thrilled by this first experience of the male. She was jabbed a few inches upwards on the bed every time he thrust at her, so fierce was his lunging. It was more like being possessed by a wild animal than a man. He kept huffing and puffing.. . and then for the first time in her young life Susan began to feel her orgasm working up, brought on by the penetration of the male spear into her cunt.
She knew her sister was watching her carefully. She knew the old man was using all his energy and force now to do it to her harder and faster. They were pleased at the sight of the young girl getting her arms around the old man's heaving backside and dragging him in harder to her open thighs. Brenda knew her young sister was about to come and at the same time have the experience of being flooded with a man's hot roe for the first time.
Brenda got her hands to the swaying slapping balls of the rooting man now that the soft small hands of Susan had neglected them. She coaxed the brute on to give all his spunk.. . to fuck the youngster with all his strength...to give her the best fucking she would ever have. She used all the filth and obscenities she knew to get her lover to give her young sister a thorough fucking...and her pleadings were not in vain.
Even so it was the man who finished first, breathing fit to die he rolled from the open thighs of the girl who was still gyrating and panting. Josh Richin was out of breath, he was dead tired...he was spent.. . and yet young Susan was still anxious for the pleasure to continue.
"Your kid sister could tire a pair of nigger out if she got a chance, I bet!" he managed to chuckle to Brenda who was rapidly masturbating herself towards a climax she knew would not now be attained with the help of Josh's defeated prick. Twice more before he got up to get washed and dressed and get along to the works for the day shift, old
Josh Richin was erected-and defeated. Each time it was into the greedy cunt of the younger girl that he spent his manhood.
It had been a night Susan would never forget. Josh Richin couldn't get to see Billy Taylor quick enough to tell the young man he had a second money spinner under his roof. With the right tuition and connections Susan would earn as much for her brother-in-law as Brenda was doing. Billy Taylor wondered if the time was not right to let the girls know just how valuable they were.. . to let them know they were making money for him. But he couldn't quite make up his mind, he would think about it.
CHAPTER THREE
The realization that they were doing it for money had a vastly different effect on the two sisters when he finally decided to tell them. It shocked and horrified Susan so much that she left to return to her parents' home the very same evening her brother-in-law told them. With Brenda it was quite different. She was angry, oh yes, very angry, angry that she had not been given some of the money Billy had been getting for her co-operation with the men that accidentally called on her when her husband was on night shift!
Now that she knew how the land lay and was determined to look after herself as far as the cash side went Billy knew he had made a stupid mistake. Susan had left, and his wife was going to keep the money for herself...that was a nice kettle of fish to find himself in. It would be no use taking money from any of the men at work for the introduction and then Brenda not allowing them so much as a kiss and a feel before they paid her as well. That would not do at all. Brenda had the cards now. She knew what was trumps.. . she knew how to play the game.
Billy had been given a slight raise in his wages, been made a charge hand as well, and it was one evening when he was working out the following week's rota for duties that he heard his wife come in. He was in the small back bedroom where he kept his papers and did his paper work. Their bedroom was next dor and he heard the sound of his wife's footsteps, and the very much heavier tread of a man coming up the stairs and going into the next room.
He knew Brenda had been to the local cinema. She had wanted him to go with her but he hated the films. Now he wished he had gone, she had obviously picked some fellow up while she was out and brought him home-she was actually taking him into their bedroom!
He had to look. He gave them a few minutes and then, making his way to the passage, he gently prised the bedroom door sufficiently ajar to look through the crack. He felt jealous and angry as he saw the hefty colored man on top of Brenda. Brenda's expression was one he knew so well, the expression that showed she was ready and anxious to be screwed. His penis began to throb as he spied on his wife being fucked by this large colored man.
Billy carefully rubbed his own throbbing tool through his trousers. Cor! he thought to himself, this black demon is giving her a good fucking alright! He saw that thick arm of ebony cock thrust time and time again between his wife's openly stretched thighs. He could see that Brenda had not even made him slip a rubber on. The black cock was naked...the head throbbed ready to dip its juicy offering into the white woman's welcoming womb at any moment
The young man was quick to dash back to his room before the black giant came out of the bedroom and tramped off down the stairs heavily. By the time the front door had slammed behind the black lover Billy was in his bedroom, he was getting between his wife's open thighs while she lay exhausted and well fucked. He had a wild desire to sink his penis into her spunk filled vagina, to know what it was like to root a woman who had just been fucked by a Negro. Brenda bit her lower lip, she had never known her husband so violently randy as he was now. He was fucking her with rapid and very strongly gyrating strokes as she groaned and twisted under his wild insane attack.
The Negro had forced her to come twice while he was in her and now she was spent of her juices for the time being. Her upwards and sideways writhing and thrusting were merely mechanical in response to her husband's urgent throes of lust. She did not want him and he sensed that this was a union that was strictly one sided...and it did not please him.
He glanced sideways towards the dressing table. He saw a crisp five pound note there. So that was what the nigger had paid to get his black cock up Brenda. For a measly fiver his lovely wife had let this ebony cock spill its juice up her. He was bitterly angry until the sobering thought went through his mind that it was he who had started Brenda on this game in the first place!
For the moment he regretted his actions. He had spent all the money she had earnt for him and now she was only interested in getting cash for her own use. She earnt it, she was going to get it and keep it. That was the end of it.
He wondered how his wife's younger sister was getting on. He smiled to himself. She's probably got herself some nice straight good looking Jonnie ...he wondered what the young would say if he was told how a man old enough to be her father had broken in his bride to be. And what was more ...she had loved every minute of her seduction!
It was just a week before her wedding that Susan paid a return visit to her sister. This time she had her husband-to-be with her. She wanted Mike to meet her sister and brother-in-law, she also wanted to show off to Billy that she had landed a handsome hulk of man for her future husband.
Brenda was pleased to have them to stay for a night and it was after the young man had gone up to bed that Billy indicated to his wife that he wanted a few private words with Susan.
"I suppose you have told your future husband that you had an exciting time here the last time you came to stay?" Billy kidded her, enjoying the way she colored up.
"You know darn well I wouldn't tell Mike a thing like that Billy," she replied, "and don't you dare breathe a word to him!"
The way her brother-in-law was leering at her and winking made the young lady sense what was to follow was not in her favor.
"I don't want to tell him you were well fucked by an old man you slept with in the same bed naked with your married sister, my dear," Billy grinned at her, "young Mike would get the wrong idea about our family, wouldn't he? However, I might consider it my duty to tell him.. . as man to man, you understand?...unless, of course.. . "
She had moved towards the door because she did not want to hear any more from her horrid brother-in-law. At his last few words she stopped. He was up beside her, his hands starting to roam over her body as he held her in his arms tightly.
"Let me go! I'm going up to bed. . . " She tried to struggle from from him. She felt terribly embarrassed when she saw him gazing down the front of her rather wide necked dress. He could see her breasts encased in her pale lemon colored lacy bra.
She was surprised when he suddenly released her from his circling arms. He grinned at her.
"Alright my dear sister-in-law," he chuckled, "you win, I'll leave you alone and in the morning I'll just have a few quiet words with Mike. I might even invite old Josh Richin up to a meal this evening so Mike can see for himself what sort of men have been between your thighs!"
"No.. . no! Billy-you can't you mustn't!! " She was crazed with anger and anxiety. A few minutes later she lay naked except for her nylon and girdle on the comfortable sofa. She knew he had won...she had to give in to him this time at least. She had to keep the truth from darling Mike at least until after they were married and she had proved how she loved him.
"Spread your legs wide my little honey," Billy chuckled to her as he prepared to mount her, "this will be better than your wedding night, I can promise you. That kid upstairs hasn't got a cocker like I've got to give you a good filling, my little bitch!" he teased her.
Quivering half in fear and partly in sensual anticipation Susan spread her thighs wide apart. Billy put one hand on the back of the sofa to help take his weight as he leaned over her. His other hand clasped the barrel of his cock as he guided it towards his wife's younger sister's moist slicky groove. Susan could not deny the thrill she felt as the fat rubbery head of her brother-in-law's cock thrust aside the loose wet lips of her fanny and he drove slowly into her to give her a sampling of his virile staff.
With Brenda finding at least two or more lovers each night he had not been getting any satisfaction from her for some time. He was very horny, very greedily anxious to have a woman who had not recently been well fucked like his wife always was when she let him make love to her. His cock was like a bar of iron. Susan gasped and put her hands to her face to stifle a cry as she felt the enormity of his prick prizing her open and entering her.
Billy let her have it all now. He brought his hand down from the back of the sofa where it had taken his weight. His stomach fell flush on to her up-thrust belly, his cock entered to the very hilt. It seemed so short a time ago that she was a smiling beautiful bridesmaid at her sister's wedding.. . and this was the groom...now the groom was siring her.. . and she was being given what the rites said should only be given to her sister.
"Has Mike done this to you yet?" she heard the gasping question from the heavily breathing lover.
She shook her head. "No.. . no.. . he hasn't...he is waiting for our wedding night.. . we both agreed on it. We both knew it will be better that way, especially if we have waited for one another."
Billy gave a chuckle. "You won't find it so good as this honey," he grunted at her as he gave her a sharp series of bold thrusts, "if the kid has no experience you will find him very tame after going with men. Old Josh fucked you well, I know, and I am going to give you a stuffing that you won't get over in a hurry. You see.. . you'll find young Mike a poor lever for you even if he is a good husband!"
She didn't like talking about her future husband in this fashion. She hated to have his name mentioned or her wedding mentioned while she was being forced to have intercourse with her own sister's husband like this. Nevertheless for all her disgust at the situation she was beginning to respond . . .she knew there was no sane reason why she should try and fight the lewd flames of desire that were setting her alight inside. To make sure her dear Mike didn't find out about her misdeeds when she was here last she had to let Billy do this to her ...well, she might as well enjoy it!
Her body began to twitch. She was like a demented snake writhing and twisting beneath Billy's thrusting torso. Suddenly she put her mouth to his lips, she was thrusting her wet tongue tip into his mouth, using the same tempo of speed with the in and out movement of her tongue with the jabbing of his cock between her thighs.
A low hum of almost delirious acceptance came from her throat as her pretty face contorted in passion. Her mouth working, her eyes flickering, her dainty nostrils flaring, and her very long fair hair lying in disheveled confusion on the couch the weight of Billy's body forced her to become spread-eagled across the couch lower down than when he had first entered her moist quim.
He slid his hands down her sides and maneuvered them under her buttocks, grasping harshly a naked smooth wobbly globe in each fist. He felt her butt muscles flexing and relaxing, tightening and relaxing.. . what a sexy luscious little bit she was! Surely she didn't think this would be the last time he would have the pleasure of her lush young cunt? Now that he had a hold over her with this threat of telling Mike what a naughty girl she had been in the past there was no limit to what he might be able to make her do. She would be an even better proposition to him than his own wife had been, especially as regards making money for him. Brenda was too much her own boss now. But this pretty Susan, well that was different, he had her where he wanted her-unless of course she was silly enough to confess to her husband to be, to confess and hope he would forgive her. If that happened then Billy could see himself getting a nice little term in one of Her Majesty's establishments) or at the very least a broken jaw from that sturdy young athletic Mike at this moment asleep upstairs.
He was not a very brave man and reassured himself that Susan would not be so foolish. She would not have let him go this far with her now if she had intended to tell Mike anything. No, she would do anything and would always do anything to keep the truth from Mike.
He jerked her up harder to his rooting loins. He felt her pulling her thighs back, the wet gripping hole in which he was embedded seemed to become a part of his cock. He saw her nylon sheathed legs, those shapely young smooth legs, jerking and lifting spasmodically o neither side of his waist. He saw her eyes were closed as she kept her mouth glued to his. Her wet tongue was as much a part of his mouth as her own.
He knew that by this time she was at the point where she had forgotten WHY she had been forced to copulate...only the thrilling spasms of her aroused lust filled her senses. He guessed she was capable of thinking only of what she was experiencing...she had forgotten Mike for the moment.. . forgotten the wedding in a few months time.. . forgotten everything save lying under him and being fucked.
He worked at her with longer more deliberate strokes now. The sort of fucks that he knew Brenda loved when she was nearly ready to come and he guessed Susan would like this sort of hard deep slow plunging just as much as her sister did.
Suddenly she shivered under him. She clasped him in her arms that gripped like a bear. He knew what was happening without her mumbled frantic gasps of-
"I'm coming.. . you're making me come.. . oooo hhhaaaaooooommmmm...I'm coming.. . fuck.. . PUCK!"
He felt her cunt open around his plunging stem, it was so warm and so very wet and sticky now. He wished that he had showed enough patience to wear one of the Continental type of French letters he had bought recently. The one with the flanges all down the sides and the two rubbery prongs affixed to the head would have made this young randy miss have the orgasm of her life. As it was she was coming a rare load of hot juice. She jerked up towards him several times and he knew she was having the sort of climax that she would never attain with the young inexperienced lover on her honeymoon. He hoped she would remember this wild climax of lust and gratification when her new husband failed to bring her to a similar peak of pleasure. That would ensure her coming back to his arms at her own wish and of her own accord without him threatening her any more.
He felt very confident of the future as he rolled over to lie beside her after having shot his lot up into her young cunt. Yes.. . everything was going to work out very well after all.
