When inhibitions disappear, when bodies become free and unashamed of themselves and their needs, old atavistic desires come to the fore. Sex is no longer a mere act of copulation but becomes a total experience in which every part of the body participates, where mouths and lips are no longer excluded from the feast.
In a discreet house, in a Paris suburb, a brother and sister devote themselves to instructing others in what they themselves have discovered long ago, that love can be expressed in many ways. In a world still only half aware of the importance of freely giving and receiving there were many who flocked to their little school to see, to learn, to live.
Some were still totally ignorant, young, inexperienced and sometimes barely suspected what new turn their lives would now take, what floodgates of passion would open inside them, while others, older and wiser, came to perfect themselves or to bring a loved one.
Parents sent their children and husbands brought their young and reluctant wives, women brought their lovers, and all left with something more than they had before, with a greater understanding of each other's needs.
Nothing new was given these students, nothing that was not already deep inside them, waiting simply to be discovered and rediscovered. Women who had thought that they knew all the joys of sex discovered that they could reach new heights of enjoyment-and rapture under the patient touch of Igor's and Tania's lips.
There are those who would frown upon such instructions, who would rather be left ignorant of their own potential, but their number is dwindling. In other places and at other times, many such schools are springing up, part of that human need for knowledge that hails back to ancient Egypt and its schools for virgins of the nobility.
A blonde girl of Paris and a dark beauty of the desert, a young man from New York and two Russian emigres, they all found greater happiness in Jolival.
CHAPTER ONE
Peter's hand hesitated for a moment before he pressed down on the door bell. Very faintly, somewhere inside the little villa, a buzzer seemed to go off. For a long time though no other sound came to his ears.
Peter looked up at the facade, three stories of somewhat faded elegance and peeling paint. A typical turn-of-the-century retreat in the suburbs of Paris, it had been difficult to find and he had spent more than he had intended for cab fare. Peter silently prayed that this would not be a wild goose chase.
At last there were steps, shuffling, almost hesitant, approaching the entrance door from the inside. Nervously Peter clutched the handle of his suitcase a little harder, that tired piece of luggage, threatening to burst open at three different spots and which held all of his possessions.
The door was opened just far enough for him to see the brilliance of a peering blue eye, blinking and curious.
"What is it?" asked a cackling voice.
Peter held out the card he had received and a wrinkled hand seized it as a falcon would its prey. The door banged shut and Peter waited. Could it all have been a cruel joke? Or some mistake? The short message had been quite clear though:
"Sorry about your difficulties, Peter. Be at my place Saturday at eleven, 16 Avenue des Acacias, in Jolival and bring your things. Your troubles are over!
Cordially yours, Igor.
There was something so confident and reassuring in these words, the straw to which drowning men are reputed to cling. The only thing that jarred was that he had not the slightest idea who Igor might be, he had never known or met anyone with that name! In vain he had raked his brain for a memory, an indication of some kind. It simply was not there.
His total inability to pay even for one more night's lodging at the little 'hotel meubel' where he had spent the last miserable three weeks definitely made it easier to come to a decision. He could not stay and had no place to go and it was strange that the note had arrived when it did, just when he had told himself desperately that something, anything, simply must happen.
The door opened again, a little wider this time and a bird-like face appeared. It was a woman and the word "witch" was the first that came to Peter's mind. Shrivelled, toothless and clad in a formless black coat that was draped rather than worn, the old woman reached out with her claw-like hand and gripped his arm as if to make sure he would not escape.
"Ahhh!" she cackled, "Monsieur Peter, how nice!"
He felt himself pulled inside with surprising strength and looked down into those blue eyes, curiously young and vital, in that wrinkled face. The thought that she might be a likable old bird after all came to him because of those eyes.
"Come, come, Igor is waiting for you!"
Peter did not have time to look around much but noticed in passing that the hallway was dark but luxuriously furnished. There was a clean smell in this house, pleasantly surprising where he had expected mustiness.
Through a small door the woman ushered him into a large room which in his estimation was taking up most of the ground floor of the small building. Much light was coming in through the tall French doors on the far side which probably opened upon a small garden or courtyard such as all these houses had, but Peter could see nothing of it because the panes were of frosted glass.
A large, high backed couch faced the windows and the other pieces of furniture were of quality. They were old and in perfect condition, polished and clean. Smaller couches, divans, deep armchairs and a profusion of cushions and pillows strewn all over them and spilling over onto the floor. There was apparently no one in the room when he entered and he remained standing just inside the door. It banged shut and he realized that the old woman had gone.
"Is that you Peter?" a deep voice called out. It was coming from the large couch by the window and he could not see who it was.
"I'll be right with you, my friend, just as soon as I finish what I am doing." The man's English had but the faintest trace of a Slavic accent and Peter felt certain that this must be Igor. But the voice was as unfamiliar to him as the name.
What was Igor finishing, he wondered? And then, very long and very slender, a bare leg appeared beyond the back rest of the couch, rising slowly, toes pointed and trembling, then curling up. Peter smiled but felt a little embarrassed, even if his host had not seemed disturbed by his intrusion.
"Now-oh yes, now, Igor," whimpered a thin voice and then there was a brief, almost stifled cry and the leg unbent at the knee, the foot pointing at the ceiling and moving with something of a vibration similar to that of a plucked guitar string.
"There now, there," the deep voice said. There was satisfaction in it, but also tenderness and solicitude. And then the leg disappeared and Peter faced the man at last as he stood up.
Tall and broad shouldered, Igor wore a smoking jacket that looked quite expensive. But the most outstanding feature was the shaven head. There was not a trace of hair anywhere on his skull.
His face was round, even a little broad, but pleasant. He seemed to be in his forties and looked like a man who took care of himself. His smile was warm and welcoming as he walked around the couch, his hand held out to Peter. The younger man quickly took in the fact that Igor wore impeccably creased flannel trousers and sheets. He could not have been been doing what Peter had thought he was doing and appear as he did one second later.
"I am so glad you came," said Igor and shook Peter's hand, gripping his shoulder warmly with his left at the same time. "We have so much to talk about, I am sure you will have many questions." That, thought Peter, was the understatement of the week.
Peter nervously darted a glance over at the couch and this did not escape his host's attention. Igor chuckled and turned his head in the same direction.
"Are you decent darling?" he asked. "I do want you to meet my friend Peter before you go home."
There was a little sigh and then the girl rose from the couch. She too was dressed, her blue denims somehow incongruous in this Victorian room, and she was finishing stuffing her blue shirt into her trousers. Then she came forward and shook hands with Peter in the European fashion.
"Peggy is from New York, like you," smiled Igor.
"Oh, how nice," murmured the young man, quite unable to think of anything else to say. But the young woman smiled, perfectly at ease. She was quite pretty he noted.
"Let's not mention New York," she said lightly, "don't we both know what a pain that city can be, especially in the summer?"
Peter nodded.
"Well, it was nice meeting you," she said, "but I have to run along now. Daddy is waiting for me at the Claridge and after all," she laughed, "I've been asking him to show me the world for so long now that I can't disappoint him. He wants to take me to the Louvre this afternoon."
She turned to Igor and raised her hand, wriggling her fingers in a little wave.
"Ta ta now," she said.
"Have a good time my dear," smiled the man as he opened the door for her. When she was gone he turned to Peter.
"Come, let us have a little aperitif now," said Igor as he led his guest to one of the comfortable arm chairs while he opened a drop leaf bar. "Scotch? On the rocks? Most of you Americans like that."
"Oh, I shall try vodka if you have some," replied Peter with a smile. The reaction was just what he had expected.
"Oh, vodka! A man with good taste, a man to my own heart," beamed Igor as he raised the bottle out of the cabinet, showing him the Russian label.
"I somehow feel that you will understand me well," he smiled as he poured two straight shots. Then he sat down, facing Peter and they drank.
"You are a man with imagination, Peter, or you would not be here, not with your suitcase there," he grinned indicating the modest object sitting by the door.
"Let me put your mind at rest immediately, in case you have been wondering. We have indeed never met, you do not know me. But I know much of you, indirectly of course, through my sister."
"Your sister?" Nervously Peter searched his memory for Russians of the fair sex he might have known, but nothing came.
"Tania. Remember?" asked Igor softly. His eyes were twinkling mischievously. Peter started at that name. Tania Williams was the only girl with that first name he had ever know, but she wasn't Russian-or was she?
"Yes, yes, I can see that you remember. Oh, but she could have passed for American of course, she was born there and went to school in New York. High school, five years ago."
High school, five years ago thought Peter, it was indeed a time he remembered. So it was Tania Williams and of all the boys in their class she had spoken to her brother of him? Was this a trap of some sort? Would he have to pay for all the others? Uneasily Peter realized that nobody knew where he was on that day and should anything happen to him. No, it couldn't be!
Indeed Igor, as if sensing his young visitor's growing concern shook his head and smiled reassuringly.
"No, no, Peter, please believe me, I am not the avenging big brother, quite on the contrary. But you will soon understand if you listen very carefully to what I have to tell you."
Igor finished his drink in silence, apparently thinking about what he was going to say. This gave Peter enough time to remember the salient fact of that memorable senior year.
Tania the devil they had all called her, that dark haired slender girl with the face of a pale angel and the small, hungry mouth of a nymphomaniac. There was not one boy in class, not one single boy, whom she had not serviced at one time or another.
An empty classroom, a deserted hallway, even the boys' washroom was good enough for her and five minutes at the most was all she needed to fall to her knees, to scramble for the fly, rip down the zipper and lunge for an excited young cock with eager lips. Tania always swallowed, always! The first time she had done it to him Peter had been frightened, he had not even known what she wanted to do until she was pumping away. He had never really believed that the stories the boys told each other about this practice were true, and yet there he had stood, leaning against a wall right in the Chemistry lab where he had been cleaning up and there at his feet was the loveliest creature in the entire school, moaning with pleasure as sperm squirted down her throat. He had thought his legs would give out when it was over and his hands were searching for a hold along the bare wall. Then she had stood up and had pushed herself up against him, kissing him on the mouth. She had not even smelled of him any more so thoroughly had she licked up even the last trace on her lips.
"You taste good, Peter," she had smiled, "It's good stuff!" Then she had cocked her head and smiled mischievously.
"Think you'll have some more for me before three thirty? I have a free period just before."
Did he have more stuff? Why for a few weeks, that Spring, he became inexhaustible, a fountain, a dripping faucet! And the more they did it the more he produced.
Yet Tania would never date him nor any of the other boys she sucked. Whenever one of them asked her out she would smile and say that she knew what he would want to try and that she was a virgin and would not consent to intercourse.
"Look at it this way," she had told Peter once when he had become very insistent, "some day you're going to have girlfriends, maybe a wife. I bet that none of them will do it the way I am doing it to you, or then only from time to time and reluctantly. So in a way you are getting more from me than you will get from them. Don't try to have everything at once, be patient, there is something good at every turn in life if you only appreciate it for what it is and don't expect it to be everything."
That's when he had decided Tania was intelligent on top of everything else. He had no doubt but that she would be wonderful in bed, once started, and for a while he had had to make a real effort not to fall seriously in love with her. She had warned him once not to, she had told him that she would not be 'owned' by any man, not ever, and that she would continue to drink the sperm of all her classmates because one boy would never be enough for her.
He had finally hit upon another means of getting closer to her and overcoming his adolescent anxieties had offered to return to her the favors she bestowed on him. It was something he had heard about and also had never really believed, and even when she smiled and sat on a table, lifting her skirt to her belly and showing him the smooth young crotch with the tight triangle of black he was not quite sure whether it was truly something one did.
He had never even seen a fully developed cunt before and now he was somewhat at a loss.
"Where in there?" he had stammered, "here?" he pointed to the clitoris, "or-or in there-" and his finger indicated the tiny little orifice, neat and almost round in the middle of the oblong gash.
Tania had shrugged and for the first time she had seemed a little unsure of herself.
"I don't know," she had said, "Nobody's ever done it to me before."
Peter had felt a pang of pleasure to know that he was the first and had closed his eyes and bravely stuck his tongue into the warm moisture before him. He knew now that he had not done too good a job of it then but Tania had squirmed around so much!
There had been other times after that, each time he had learned more, explored more, listened more carefully to her sighs and paid attention to every reaction, letting them guide him in his attempts to satisfy her, to give her pleasure. On the third time she had had an orgasm and when he had felt her body rear up, had been forced to clamp his hand over her mouth to stifle the loud cries of rapture so as not to alert some passing teacher outside in the hallway, Peter had been proud as never before in his life.
So this Tania was Igor's sister, he mused, and she had remembered him, she had spoken of him. But why? Igor had set down his empty glass and was looking at him. He would find out.
"Williams, these were the people we stayed with in New York, the people whose family name Tania most often used," he began. "Ours would have been too much of a tongue twister!"
"I returned to Europe on business very soon, once I knew that my sister was in good hands and would get a proper education. I was father and mother to her ever since we were orphaned, and the role suited me well since I am so much older than she that I could indeed have been her father.
"I had told her, before leaving, that I expected her to remain a virgin until she had finished school. I knew it was much to ask, but we have a tradition in our family, that of the oldest brother's rights. Her virginity would be lost to me and to me only some day, just as my father and my grandfather before me always deflowered their younger sisters. But of course I was willing to grant her certain other liberties and of these you have had some benefit.
The traditions of our family are perhaps peculiar ones, in some eyes, but while affording us great pleasures they have also taught us self-discipline. We are a strong tribe, you see, and we live as we please, differently from others, we make our own world.
It is a small tribe now, indeed. There is only Tania and myself left, as far as I know, at least in Western Europe. She has come back to me, she has given me that which she had protected from you and others, and now we live happily.
She found out about your being in Paris when she went into the city one day and noticed you as you entered the American Express office. Expecting money I gather? She had you followed and found out where you lived, that you were broke and about to return to the States after three unsuccessful years of trying to make it as an export agent. I also know from her that you are kind, understanding and giving. How am I doing so far?"
Peter felt uncomfortable about Igor's vast knowledge of his life and character but the last words had been flattering. He shrugged and smiled.
"Not so far off, I guess."
"Peter," his host resumed, "what I want to offer you is a position with us, here in this house. We want you to help us with our educational and therapeutic work."
"Your what?" Peter's eyebrows went up.
"Did you think the girl you just saw when you arrived was my mistress?" smiled Igor. "She was my pupil."
Peter thought that he was beginning to understand but at the same time found it difficult to believe his own intuition. There was another thing though that held his interest now, and that was the knowledge of Tania's presence somewhere in this house, the sudden and intense desire to see his classmate of long ago once more. Hesitantly he broached the question.
"Why of course," laughed Igor pleasantly, "Tania will be delighted to see you. She will join us in another ten minutes or so, once I have explained all that I must to you. Somehow I feel that you will accept my proposition."
And somehow, Peter felt that he had indeed very little choice in the matter. Once back out there, in the street, he would not have enough money left to reach the airport, let alone purchase a ticket back home.
"My dear Peter," said Igor as he poured another shot of vodka for his guest, "how would you like to become a teacher?"
"A teacher of what?" asked Peter. "Of what my sister tells me you are so good at. Much better than in the export business, might I say," he laughed good-naturedly.
"And that's something you teach? There are people who go to school for it?" Peter felt amused. The idea was just too incongruous.
"We live in changing times, my friend," said Igor patiently. "And even in other times, even before either of us was born, there were people who lived differently from their contemporaries. But tell me this, if one does something, wouldn't you say it is worth doing it well?"
"It certainly is!"
"Then why should this principle not apply to cunt-lapping or cocksucking? Haven't you ever had a bad blow-job?"
"I have."
"Well then! And haven't you tried to teach your partner? And haven't there been occasions when no matter how much patience you used, no progress was made?"
"It has happened."
"That, my friend," grinned Igor, "is because there are not only techniques incocksucking and cunnilingus, but also in teaching. There are ways and means to create the proper atmosphere in which to ellicit the greatest effort and willingness from a pupil. But may I give just one or two examples? You would be surprised to learn how well some of our clients pay for whatever services we can supply. Take young Mr. Girondin, for instance, a twenty-three year old Parisian who was recently married to a very lovely and very rich Brazilian heiress. She has many qualities, to be sure, and the fact that she has been twenty-nine years old for as long as I can remember should not be held against her!
Bernard Girondin, the lady's fifth husband, finally comes closest to what her fantasies and secret dreams had always shown her to be the ideal male. Tall, muscular, blond and handsome, he does look like a Greek god in his appearance. His erections with her are excellent, she tells me, and his staying power superb.
Yet the new Madame Girondin has a mania for cunnilingus such as you find very often in women who have had some experience in life, and it is this very particular preference of hers which seems to have created problems with her new husband.
Bernard Girondin has a strange aversion to going down on his wife and when he finally does so after being cajoled, threatened with immediate divorce, bribed with a new suit or a new sportscar, his performance has been quite poor. Never yet did he continue what he started until his wife could achieve climax, never yet, she complains, did he actually insert his tongue far enough into the woman's vagina to give her the feeling that she was truly being penetrated.
Now the heiress, as I said before, is a woman who has some experience of life. When I approached her, having noticed certain obvious tensions between the two on several social occasions at which we were present at the same time, I succeeded in gaining her confidence. When I assured her that a one-week stay at my little establishment would make of Bernard an assiduous and loving amateur of cunts, small or large, dry or dripping wet, she was happy to promise me a very considerable fee in case of success. She gladly gave us complete discretion as to the methods we would use and had her young husband sign a statement that he would submit to whatever the requirements of our school were for a period of one week, including physical violence but excluding permanent injury.
Oh, you seem surprised my friend? Then you do not know the effects that a fifty-million-dollar fortune can have upon a handsome but fairly poor lad! But even ten times that amount of money cannot change a man's instincts and natural preferences. Other means are needed for this.
Bernard, whom you will meet later on I hope, if he has been a good boy today, is now three days into this program. Tania herself has taken him in hand, so to speak. At this stage he is still down in the basement, chained to a pipe, his hands tied together behind his back, and he has been in this position all of the time ever since he has arrived. His meals are never served to him in plate but the food is inserted into the very channel of one of our assistant's vagina from which he must extract it, without the help of his hands of course. Hunger works wonders after only twenty-four hours, I assure you!
The girls used for this, as all of our girls of course, are extremely pretty and clean, I assure you, and neither you nor I would hesitate for one single instant before their open thighs, but you know what they say about tastes and colors....
There is a reward system of course, since not only is the young man's hunger stilled when he achieves the extraction of food, but my sister, even while he makes the effort to reach the sometimes well-hidden morsels, begins pumping his prick with her mouth. The better his performance, the deeper does she allow him to enter her.
So far as he has not merited to ejaculate into her but she tells me that progress is very clearly taking place. The reluctance before an open cunt is almost gone and now that this sight, the smell of pussy and the taste of the juices associate themselves in his mind with the pleasure of eating and of being sucked off, Bernard should very soon begin enjoying what he does.
Tomorrow we plan to allow him upstairs, free of all chains, and we shall see how well he performs in comfort. He really has not been much trouble, as some of them are sometimes, but had he resisted, had he preferred to go hungry rather than to stick his tongue into the hole, there is always the possibility of pressing good old Auntie Sonia into service. Oh, but you have met her, haven't you? She is the kind old lady who let you in. Her cunt, they tell me, is as tough as leather by now, and poor Bernard could bite or spit or resist all he wanted, once his face were to be imprisoned in that vise nothing would make her release him but a good, healthy climax. Some prospect for the recalcitrant, isn't it?"
Igor seemed highly amused at the thought, while Peter shuddered with horror.
"Oh, but I am really telling you of an extreme case and I assure you that in general our mission consists simply in teaching highly willing subjects to perfect their techniques to a point where they will have no equals. You would be surprised to see how many charming young ladies voluntarily seek us out, once they have learned of what we can do, by word of mouth, and then are forever grateful for having been shown how to satisfy and hold their lovers, male or female.
There has been quite an increase lately of female pupils, to tell you the truth, and since I am the only male instructor so far we had come to the conclusion that an addition to our staff was absolutely necessary. How about it, Peter?"
The young man was flattered. Shocked perhaps, at least to some extent, but deep down he felt elated to know that what he had done as a mere school-boy was now remebered as having been good enough to qualify him.
"Igor," he said finally, "I accept. But I hope you won't mind if I just ask you how much the position pays?"
"Not at all, of course not," laughed his host. "You will have room and board of course, and enough sexual contact with very attractive women and young girls. Do not underestimate this, since to a bachelor such as you women represent a very high percentage of his monthly expenses. In addition we could start you with two-thousand francs a month which is modest, but which you will be able to save almost entrely. There would naturally be periodic raises in accordance with your performance."
"Sounds all right," smiled Peter and they shook hands.
"And now," said Igor, "I believe you know that there is someone who is very anxious to see you again!" He picked up a telephone receiver on the wall and spoke briefly in Russian. Then he turned to Peter and smiled as he hung up.
"Peter my friend, my baby sister would like to see you alone. I hope you do not mind if I leave you in her hands?" When Peter simply smiled happily Igor winked and left the room, chuckling with satisfaction.
CHAPTER TWO
Peter stood up and started to wander about the handsomely furnished room. He was totally unable to remain seated as he waited for his high-school sweetheart to make her appearance. Would she have changed? Would she still want to do to him what they had done before? He fervently hoped so.
And then she stood before him. He had not even heard her enter, so silently had she slipped in while he was perusing the titles of the books on a shelf: "Justine" by the Marquis de Sade, of course, the "Story of O", several works by Restif de la Bretonne and what appeared to be rare and antique volumes of suggestive etchings. He dared not touch them yet.
"Peter, welcome to our house!" Her voice was velvety, more mature than he remembered it but with the same soft, caressing inflections. Smiling, he whirled around, his heart pounding.
Tania stood before him, naked beneath the open, floor-length kimono. It was as black as her hair and the open flaps revealed the long, snow-white strip of bare skin. They covered the nipples of her well-formed breasts but Peter could see that they were still fairly small, that she was one of those women who would retain the grace of adolescence until late in life. What this covering of the brown tips held in apparent modesty was more than compensated by the brash, provocative display of the black triangle of pubic hair, the focus of attention in her after the intensely dark and beautiful eyes.
Tania's lips had become even more sensuous in their pout. Her full lips did not smile yet but her eyes told him how very much welcome he was.
"Tania," he whispered. He could say no more as he held out his arms to her. With a happy sigh she rushed to him, pressing her willowy body against him, clinging to him as their mouths met in a greeting that was full of memories and full of promises.
"My darling," she whispered finally, when their tongues had finished saying hello to each other, "I have been dreaming of this day, even though I thought I would never see you again!"
There was passion in her voice and Peter was delighted and surprised to find that she had indeed clung to the memory of him for all this time.
"Tania, Tania," he whispered, holding her at arm's length by her shoulders and looking at her pretty face.
"Yes, Peter, Peter," she grinned finally, the old, mischievous gleam coming back into her eyes, "are you glad to see me?"
Better than words, his renewed, fierce embrace told her how he felt and this time, as he held her, he could feel the distinct little undulation of her pelvis against him, the pressure in his groin as she searched for his maleness and he reached for her body, for her breasts while his prick began to grow.
Standing against the young man, Tania lifted her left leg and pressed her knee against his waist, her tiny foot going around his back. It was a clear invitation, an exposure of her sex to his touch and immediately, without looking, Peter reached down. His fingers encountered the small cleft, already wet with anticipation and as he stroked it with one finger going up and down between the cunt lips, Tania's body became limp and soft in his arms and her head fell back, the long white throat offered to his kisses.
"I want you ... oh Peter, you don't know how much!"
It was only then that the full realization of her availability to him struck home. Indeed, there was no longer an obstacle between them, she had satisfied her traditional obligations toward her brother, strange as they seemed to him, and now she said that she wanted him and it no longer meant just cunnlingus and fellatio but actual and total possession! There was nothing anymore that they could not do together.
Bending down, Peter swept Tania off her feet and up into his arms. Like a baby he carried her to the couch and when he deposited her upon the soft cushions the kimono had fallen open completely and she lay there, offered, white, luminous, framed in black by silk and hair. Gently he pushed the sleeves of the garment off her full, round shoulders and she moaned as his fingers touched them and wriggled her arms out of the sleeves.
"I'm yours now, my darling, at last I'm yours," she whispered and slender, trembling slightly, her arms reached for him.
Again he kissed her and then lifted his face for a second and looked down at her with a smile.
"Wait!" he murmured and then stood up. Quickly, he began to strip while her eyes roamed hungrily over his powerful young chest, his narrow hips and came to rest upon the erect, solidly-stiffened cock that pointed away from his crotch when he had pulled down his shorts.
Tania said nothing but only uttered a tiny, almost pitiful little whimper such as a puppy might make when it impatiently watches its master prepare a dish of hash.
The little sound made Peter's prick twitch and throb. The desire he felt for this lovely creature radiated throughout his body, from its center up his spine and down to the toes.
His eyes almost glassy in their hypnotized stare he watched Tania reach for her cunt with delicate fingers and pry it open so that he could see the moist, glistening pinkness of the exposed vulva, the neat dark hole, small but ready now to receive his penetration.
There was nothing he wanted to do more, at this very moment, than to throw himself upon this delicate body, to utterly crush it in his arms as his flesh entered the flesh beneath him, but a certain pride now gave him strength and self-control. He realized also that what he felt for Tania, even after all these years, was very close to love. More than to receive he wanted to give to her.
Slowly, Peter sank to his knees and with a tender sigh he bent down over the delicate crotch, his hands gently pushing aside those handling the cunt, taking over where her fingers relaxed, and then he spread the lips out wide and plunged his pointed, hard tongue into the bed of dampness.
Slowly and intensely Tania arched her back and remained suspended in mid-air, the back of her head and her feet the only support on the couch, while all of her body began to tremble as he entered the hole.
"Oh Peter, oh my love," she breathed, "Oh yes ... just like you did it before, when we were kids!"
With a passion he had not suspected himself capable of Peter reached into her body. Never before, he was certain of it, had he tongued her quite that deeply. And never before had she cried out with so much passion and gratitude, the sound of her voice spurring him on to even higher feats. There would be no one to disturb or endanger them now, and Peter felt elated and free to give of himself, to give more and more and more.
"Oh please, please," she whimpered after a few minutes of this treatment, "Please stick it into me ... your prick, now, your lovely long cock, my darling! Oh, I must feel it deep inside me this time, I must have you at last!"
It was more than he could resist. With a bellow of joy he launched himself, a steel spring uncoiling, and her long, shapely legs snapped like powerful jaws. Yes, she was strong of thigh, strong of hips, in spite of her slight and graceful appearance. Without the aide of hands his cock found the way. Sliding in the slippery gash it rushed to its goal, the glans hammering into the orifice, and then all of the shaft followed, rushing and gliding forward. Tania cried out with pleasure as he penetrated her for the first time and immediately her body sprang to life in his arms, helping and collaborating, contracting around his pistoning rod, sucking on it with unsuspected muscles.
When Tania was about to come she stopped kissing Peter and seized his head by the hair, her small fists almost painful, holding him so that his face was two inches above hers. She stared at him with searching dark eyes, her brows furrowed as if in pain, her mouth open and releasing a succession of uninhibited, shameless groans.
"Now, oh now...." she finally grunted and Peter felt a deep, powerful eruption begin somewhere inside his body. Again she arched her back, lifting the strong man together with her own body, long squirts of sperm shooting up into her.
"Yes ... yes!" she screamed as if in despair, and there was nothing she could say but this one word, over and over again, until her violent orgasm had run its course.
Breathing deeply and quickly, his cock still erect, so soon after ejaculation, Peter felt her stir and struggle as she tried to escape his embrace. Puzzled, he lifted himself up sufficiently so that she could slide off the couch. But she did not want to get away from him, not in the least! There was a service she had to render, a duty to perform, something that would complete the experience for her, and with great tenderness she pushed against his thigh until he rolled over to oneside. Never had he seen a woman's face express such tenderness and passion as Tania's now. Slowly and with utmost delicacy she drew his cock, dripping with sperm and cunt juice, into her mouth.
Tania too had learned more during these years! Never before had he gone quite that deep, not in her and not in any other woman's mouth. The glans of his prick went beyond the constricted portion of the back of her mouth cavity, her throat widening to admit him. A brief moment of gagging, quickly overcome, and then his cock shot down her gullet, the rosy lips moving forward until they nibbled at his pubic hair.
Little did it matter that Peter had just emitted semen, the thing she was doing, far from allowing his member to become soft, stiffened it even more and within seconds he knew that he was not on the tail-end of his first fuck but was beginning on the second one within minutes!
Steadily, patiently, the girl pumped. She did not touch his prick with her hands, there was no room for them on the shaft since her mouth went all the way up to his belly. Her fingers played with his balls, with his navel, pressed on the lower portion of his abdomen, and finally the moment arrived when fresh sperm was gathering before the furious forward rush.
Without missing one stroke, without stopping for a fraction of a second, Tania continued sucking on him all throughout his ejaculation. From his balls and through his prick, the hot, thick globs were pumped straight into Tania's stomach!
"Is this the way you are teaching it?" asked Peter with wonderment when they had finished, when she sat on the couch, his arms around her naked, perspiring body, "That's what we aim for," she smiled. "And to tell you the truth, I have had more success than failure, even with very young girls. But soon you will see for yourself how elastic the throat of a teenager can be. Had I only had some instruction when I was younger, I am sure I would have learned to do it this way very easily. Not knowing that it is possible is the thing that really stops a girl from doing it."
In silence Peter thought about the prospect of actually teaching a number-of young girls how to swallow his prick, how to take it down their throats and enjoy the trickle of hot come. It seemed almost impossible that life could hold so much pleasure!
"We have had so many young ones lately," Tania interrupted his meditation, "it's really a bit of good luck that you should have shown up in Paris! Oh darling, I am looking forward so much to working hand in hand with you, to watch a sweet young thing blossom out and become a wonderful bed-partner as we both, together, lead her, step by step, sometimes from total innocence to total maturity!"
"Together?"
"Why of course," she smiled, "can you imagine a girl being a top-notch cocksucker and at the same time not knowing how to satisfy a woman? No, Peter, what I like to achieve in such a kid is a rounded personality. Contrary to men, women are basically suited to satisy either sex. Besides," she added with a gay little laugh, "do you think that all this time when I had to work alone with girls, when my brother was occupied elsewhere, I could go through these sessions without receiving some satisfaction? Just imagine, we had to use dildos very often to stimulate the man, and on those I used to teach. But after half an hour of constant concentration I must have release!
Of course I used dildos for that in the beginning but then I quickly discovered how perfectly charming it felt when one of my pupils, a delightful fifteen-year-old, took the initiative and started tonguing me clumsily! It did not take long after that to perfect her technique and now I would not think of considering my mission accomplished unless a pupil has mastered the art of satisfying a member of her own sex orally."
Tania looked up at Peter, her eyes with that mischievous light dancing in them once more.
"Does it excite you? I mean to think of me with my legs wide open and some cute girl eating me out? Because it, it does you are just like most men. Have you an idea of how many of the more affluent husbands in Paris keep young servant girls for just this purpose? I know because more than one has been left with us for a fortnight, just so that she might learn how to arouse and even satisfy her young mistress."
"Then it seems to me that people call upon your services for a variety of reasons?" mused Peter. "Well, I mean a variety of situations which all require this perfection in love-making."
Tania chuckled. "Wanna find out for yourself?" she challenged him with a somewhat lewd little smile. "Why don't we get you started right after dinner? There is a most interesting case I would like to show you. Quite unusual, really."
"What is it about? "Why don't I let the girl tell you?" she grinned.
"When is she coming?" asked Peter, his curiosity on edge.
"Oh, she is one of our live-in students," said Tania, "quite a few of them are. In fact we prefer it that way because it is best when a subject can live in an atmosphere that is permeated with sexuality, day and night, rather than have to put herself or himself into the mood each time, only to leave after a couple of hours. Of course this cannot be helped in some cases, especially if the student's family is not cooperative as unfortunately happens."
"What about payment then? I mean if a young girl or a boy does not have parents willing to pay the tuition?" asked Peter.
Tania's face glowed proudly as she took his hands and held them.
"This, Peter, is one Of the things you will like about this place. You see, when we feel that somebody has an honest desire to learn because that way he or she can give some loved one, or even some casual acquaintance, a little more happiness in life, somebody like that deserves to be taught whether or not money changes hands. Don't get me wrong, those who can afford it pay plenty. On the other hand those who can't pay as much as they are able to, and sometimes it is strictly zero. There is Vincent, for example, a sixteen year old boy who I am very fond of. He comes on Thursdays, when there are no classes at his Lycee, and he pays us out of his allowance. He was ready to give us the whole amount, twenty francs, can you imagine? But we told him that ten francs a week would be quite enough. Just about three dollars, you know.
"But he is so eager to learn, so intense in whatever he does, I would say that he truly has the nature of an artist. Don't you think that such an attitude deserves to be recognized and that talent should not be stifled simply because there isn't enough money available? I know that he will go far some day and I know that he will make it up to us one way or another, if only by being happy and telling others that we exist."
Peter was deeply touched by her words. So these two people, this brother and sister, did not simply exploit the sexuality and the frustration of their fellow beings, they truly believed that they could make a contribution in this world, that thanks to them a few people could live happier lives, and they were quite willing to sacrifice financial interest to this.
Tania had risen to her feet and pulled Peter's hand.
"Come, darling, let's go upstairs to one of the classrooms. I really would like you to meet Ginette, she is such a sweet child."
When he reached for his trousers Tania laughed and shook her head.
"Oh, not in this house, darling, unless you are cold! Not in front of the other teachers and the students, you don't have to get dressed, except that we sometimes wear things that enhance the beauty of the body, things that are exciting. Like that kimono, or at least I hope it did excite you?"
He laughed and took her into his arms.
"It is nicer than your pants, isn't it?" she teased him. And then he followed her, naked as on the day he was born, as she led the way to the second floor.
From a rather bare looking, but spotlessly clean foyer, a number of doors led into various rooms. There was a corridor at one end, going to the back of the house, and three more doors, one on one side and two on the other suggested that additional space was available there.
"Come with me," whispered Tania and walked silently on her bare feet until she came to one of the doors in the corridor.
"I just want you to peek, darling, we don't want to disturb a lesson," she whispered. There was a small window at eye level in the door and Tania slid away the metal panel covering it.
"Look, come and look." She pulled him toward her and Peter peered into the room. It was indeed no different from a million classrooms all over the world, except that it was quite small. At the four pupil's desks, two adolescent boys and two girls, one about seventeen but the other much younger, were sitting and their eyes were raised in concentration upon the blackboard. The teacher, an absolutely ravishing red head who did not seem much older than her eldest pupil, was pointing out various areas on a large chalk drawing she had made and which represented a male penis seen in cross-section. Peter could not hear very distinctly through the door but it was not necessary. This was obviously an anatomy class. What did strike him most though was the total absence of clothes on the teacher as well as on the students.
"Watch, watch," whispered Tania when he was about to turn to her, a thousand questions on his lips, and again he peered into the room.
Upon a gesture from the teacher one of the boys had risen from his seat and was glancing about uneasily as all eyes seemed to be on his crotch. Timid and as if eager to hide, his penis hung down limply between his thighs. He was very young still, no more than fifteen, but even at rest the organ appeared to be of a good size.
The teacher spoke to him and smiled without mockery until he slowly went forward and stood beside her. With her bamboo pointer, the one she had used on the blackboard, the red head now lifted the tip of his organ carefully and spoke to the class. One of the girls, the younger one, Peter could tell, was beginning to masturbate discreetly beneath the desk.
A practical study was obviously following the theoretical explanations and upon an invitation from the teacher the others rose too and filed past the blushing boy, examing his pecker closely as the young woman finally pulled back the foreskin with her fingers and pointed out the swelling rim. Then, with three pairs of eyes watching intently, she began stroking the member gently and it grew visibly and quickly between her fingers.
She then raised up the penis with one hand, showing the underside and pointed to the spot at the base of the glans where tissue of skin and membrane came together in a knot of ending nerves. She had obviously asked for a volunteer now, for even through the door Peter could hear the voice of the little one, eager and excited, as she raised her hand and cried out:
"Me-Me!"
Upon invitation from the instructor, the boy climbed up on a podium by the blackboard, his legs dangling and his prick, quite stiff and erect now, sticking up and hovering with the glans at the approximate height of his navel. The girl who had raised her hand was now allowed to approach and touch the spot which had been pointed out with her tongue. Slowly and for long seconds she moved the tip against the tender skin and finally, quite suddenly, her face went down and the entire length of the cock disappeared between her lips.
The teacher laughed and tapped her on the shoulder until with apparent reluctance the child stood up straight, letting the coveted object glide from her mouth. It was the second girl's turn then and she obediently followed only the instructions given, but, once she had been told to stop, she immediately turned to the other boy, who was a little older than the first, and falling to her knees began to play with his already erect organ. The red head made no objection and they all looked on, the boy on the podium touching himself nervously, until the deed was done and sperm began running from the corners of the girl's mouth. Clumsily she tried to retain as much as possible but more of the precious liquid spilled until Peter could hear the loud cry of the teacher:
"Swallow, darling, swallow it! That's the girl, don't be afraid now!"
It was at this point that Tania pulled Peter's arm.
"Come, come with me now. I don't want you to get all horny just from watching a lesson, there is something much better waiting!"
She led him to the door on the opposite side of the corridor and as she placed her hand on the handle she turned to him.
"This is a private classroom. It is for concentrated study by one single student, in general, and I use it during the first few days, until I feel that the subject can join others in common activities. You will now meet Ginette, who is really a most lovable girl, very docile, very willing but still a little shy. She has not left this room since day before yesterday, when she first arrived, and we bring her food here. She has only seen me in this room so far, since I have personally taken charge of her, and you will be the first other visitor. Come, let's go inside now."
She opened the door and there was a slight gasp coming from inside, the patter of bare feet and the thud of a body falling upon a bed. The blinds were drawn and the daylight filtering in was just sufficient so that Peter could make out the large blue eyes of the girl sitting in the large bed, the sheet drawn up to her chin. It was an angelic little face, with a slightly upturned nose and framed by wavy blonde curls.
"Ginettemy darling," smiled Tania as she advanced upon the child and sat down on the edge of the bed, "I want you to say hello to Peter. Don't act so childish, my darling, you told me yourself that you were looking forward to replace the rubber prick we were practicing on with the real thing! And look at my friend Peter and tell me if that which is jutting out from in between his legs is not the real thing! Look, just meeting you is getting him all excited and I think you should show your appreciation a little and let him see your sweet titties as a starter. Come, come now, let go of that sheet, baby," she added as she began tugging on it.
Reluctantly, the girl allowed her chest to be revealed to the man's eyes. It was a delicate one, ornamented with thick, pink nipples on a pair of barely nascent breasts, the chest of a girl just beyond puberty.
"Look, isn't that sweet?" smiled Tania and held up one of the nipples between thumb and forefinger, pressing it gently to make it bulge a little more. "Wait until you see that hairless pussy of hers, it is the most delicate little gash you will ever see! One could tongue it for hours-"
The girl had lowered her eyes and even in the dim light it was obvious that she had blushed furiously. Upon a gesture from Tania's hand the young man stepped closer until she could seize his prick and hold it up before the girl's eye?
"Now look, isn't it just as I told you a prick would look? It's just like the rubber one, but so much nicer to touch, so much more exciting to lick. And when the sperm comes out it's the real stuff, not cream like with the dildo, you know. Come, Ginette, be a good girl and look at it, sniff at it, and tell me if there could be anything nicer in the world!"
Slowly the child let her eyes wander over the organ and a sweet little smile curled her lips.
"It is nice," she whispered, and then, looking up at Peter's face she added "Hello" in a shaky little voice but it was clear that she tried very hard to please Tania.
"Be a dear," the young woman smiled at Peter, "grab the chair over there and bring it close. I would like Ginette to tell you all about herself, and about all the wonderful progress she has been making. Ginette, tell my friend Peter why your mother has brought you to us?"
As Peter sat down he saw that Tania was beginning to move her hands slowly beneath the sheet which still covered the lower portion of the child, putting her at ease with sensuous caresses so that her natural timidity might be overcome more easily.
"Mommy is getting married again, that's why," said the girl. Her voice was trying to be steady and indeed affirmed itself as she continued to speak.
"Mommy is getting married to a very rich gentleman, Monsieur Durodain, who is in the steel business. We were never rich but this time we shall lack nothing, Mommy said.
"They are getting married in two weeks, right on my fourteenth birthday, and Mommy said that she has me to thank for having found such a wonderful man. He had been her lover for a year but not until I agreed to let mommy take off my clothes in front of him one day did he propose marriage to her. He wanted to touch me and although I was a little bit afraid of him I was even more afraid to say no and hurt his feelings. Oh, his hands were very gentle and they went all over me and something made me shiver all over. When he saw that, he smiled and nodded and told mommy that she had a wonderful little girl.
"He left a little while after that and mommy explained the facts of life to me, she told me all about what men and women do to each other that gives them pleasure and then she looked very sad and said that Monsieur Durodain could not do these things to her as well as younger men because he was well over sixty years old.
"She asked me whether I would want to go on helping her and said that if I was nice and acted in the manner I was told his thing, between his legs, would certainly become stiff enough so that it could give her pleasure. There is nothing I wouldn't do for my mother because I love her so very much and I said yes, but then she told me that I would have to let him play with my pussy, that he had asked her for that, and I was scared again.
"She wanted to know whether I would feel very bad about taking his thing into my mouth and that scared me even more. So Mommy brought me here and asked me to stay for a little while, that Tania would teach me some very nice things and that I would never be afraid of it again, but promised that if I did not want to, she would simply tell Monsieur Durodain that he had better not marry her."
At this point of her tale, Ginette lowered her eyes once more and in a very soft voice she added:
"But I like Monsieur Durodain very much-and I would like him to marry Mommy."
"He will, he will darling," murmured Tania and closed her arms around the child's shoulders, hugging her tenderly. "Only for goodness' sakes, don't always say a "thing" but call a prick a prick, won't you darling? Pricks are what boys have for girls' sweet little cunts like yours," she added, giggling and tickling her under the sheet until the girl too began to laugh and squirm, trying to fend off the intimate caress but not really meaning it.
"No, no," smiled Tania at Peter, "there is really nothing for her or her mother to worry about. In just a very short time I have been able to arouse her quite easily. She's a sensuous little kitten, our little Ginette, I assure you. It's just that she's young and inexperienced, but the natural talent is there, I can tell. It's just a matter of bringing it out."
"Why don't you show Peter how you get in touch with your feelings? You know, what I taught you to do with your finger?"
"Now?" she asked shyly, but there was less anxiety in her voice than earlier.
"Yes, of course, right now. Come now, let me take away that silly sheet!" And before the girl was able to clutch it she had pulled it off, leaving her totally exposed in her nudity.
"No, no," laughed Tania and with both hands she held the girl's thighs open when Ginette tried to cross them with instinctive modesty. "No, one mustn't hide anything as sweet as that!"
The child relented with a trembling little sigh and Peter was able to feast his eyes upon the pink slit, slightly parted under the pressure of Tania's fingers, and which had visibly begun to ooze. There was indeed no trace of pubic hair around the tiny vulva yet and without knowing that he did it, Peter began to lick his lips.
Tania opened the vulva a little further so that he could see the minuscule round aperture in the middle of the folds.
"There is only one trouble," said Tania seriously, "you cannot go in there with your dong. Strictly off limits! Her mother told me that Monsieur Durodain lays great value upon her daughter's cherry which he hopes to take himself as soon as what she is learning here will make it possible for her to put him in the proper state for the little operation.
"You don't really mind, do you Peter? There's so much one can do with a lovely thing such as Ginette, especially once she has a bit of training, short of really balling her! Remember, we also used to have pretty good times, in spite of everything," she smiled.
In truth, Peter had not even thought about fucking the girl. The sight of her pussy, so young and bare and clean, had filled him with tenderness, with the desire to touch and kiss very gently and no more. Only now that Tania mentioned it did he suddenly long to enter Ginette as a man enters a woman, did he long for the squirmings of her young body under his thrusts. But this frustration that would be his in the days to come, when he came to know the girl better and care for her more might only serve to add to the piquant of the situation. And besides he was certain Tania would never allow him to go hungry. He could trust her for that.
She was beginning to play with the girl's clitoris, her fingers infinitely gentle and careful in their rubbing of the tender young knob and then looked up at him.
"I have begun licking her last night," she said, "and Ginette has really taken to it. Would you like to try it now? Come darling, come lay back so that the nice man can do something really nice!"
For just a few seconds the girl resisted and her blue eyes were boring into Peter's, full of questions, full of silent pleadings. Would he hurt her? Would he make her feel ashamed? But then she allowed herself to be pushed back on the bed, with one of the woman's arms supporting her shoulders and the other holding her down. Without being told what to do, her face buried against Tania's breast, she raised her knees and opened her thighs. They were trembling slightly with anticipation but bravely remained spread when Peter's hot breath already reached her vulva. Only when his tongue made contact with her flesh, just above the hole and not yet at the clitoris, did a little moan escape her lips and Ginette's abdomen moved slightly. To steady her, Peter placed one hand on her belly, well below the navel and pressed down. So delicate was the girl's body that this slight pressure transmitted itself to her vulva and, as a flower opens its petals, the clitoris protruded from the tender folds.
With a delighted moan Peter sucked it into his mouth and put his tongue to work on the hardening protuberance. On his knees before the bed he worked steadily, slowly, giving it all of his deep knowledge in the matter. Loud, passionate sighs soon told him that his efforts were not wasted and from the clitoris his tongue slipped smoothly down toward the little hole. Gently he traced the outlines of the orifice, his tongue turning around and around, before he stuck it into the girl. But then he went deeply in. There was no danger for him to deflower her inadvertently with his tongue, for strong as it was and long as it was, even very young girls' membranes are too tough to yield to such an assault, and therefore he felt free to let himself go.
Vaguely, over his head, he heard Tania's soothing voice as she spoke softly to the moaning child.
"Yes, my baby, yes, go ahead and push! Peter is licking your sweet little cunt now, and he loves it! Can you feel it how much he loves it? Is he getting right into it? Oh yes, yes, I know how it feels, yes my baby, go ahead, let yourself go ... there, there now, I'm holding you...."
Ginette's sighs had almost become shrill and if she was at all capable of experiencing an orgasm, it certainly could not be far off.
Abundant cunt-juice mingled with the saliva drooling from the man's tireless mouth and the twitching of the crotch, the contraction of the abdominal muscles and finally the rearing up and the kicking of the legs announced the imminence of climax.
Grunting with pleasure, uttering animal-like sounds, Peter buried his face between those tender legs, lapped, slurped, drank from her as Ginette reached the paroxysm of pleasure.
"Mommy, oh Mommy...." she cried out at the supreme moment of rapture, and with Peter's tongue pushed up into her cunt as far as it would go she started coming. It was a long orgasm for one so young, and surprisingly violent. Besides himself with desire, Peter jumped to his feet and turned away, clutching his prick with both hands. It took will-power indeed to forego penetrating the sweet young thing with it at this moment, but Peter had plenty of it.
"Darling, oh my darling," Tania cried out as she released her hold on the child and threw herself at Peter's feet, "oh, please, I don't want you to suffer, I'll make you come now, with my cunt, with my asshole, with my mouth, anything you want, Peter, unless, unless," she looked up at him, searching his face.
"Oh Peter, if you could wait just a tiny little bit longer, I would so much try to have her do it to you! This morning she took the dildo, she took it so well, darling, I feel that she could take you! Oh, how wonderful it would be."
Peter fought down the urge to seize Tania's ears, as she knelt before him, to ram his prick into that babbling mouth, realizing that what she wanted for him could be utterly delightful. The very reluctance of a young girl, the first time she went down on a man, might make up for all of her inexperience.
"Yes," he moaned, "Oh yes, I do want to fuck her little mouth! Oh Tania, I'll wait, I'll hold it!"
With a sigh he straightened up and unclenched his fingers from his aching tool. Together they turned their attention to the bed once more, to the perspiring, deeply breathing young being that was still writhing on the crumpled sheets.
"My darling," cooed Tania as she took Ginette into her arms again, "my lovely little turtle dove, was it that good? Was it really all I had promised it would be?"
"Oh yes, yes," whimpered Ginette, clinging to her and searching for her lips with her open little mouth. But instead of kissing her, Tania quickly pushed her hand beneath the pillow and brought out the beautifully shaped rubber penis that was hidden there. Quickly she thrust it at the girl's lips and they closed around the shaft, sucked and drooled as Ginette rammed her head down on it with such violence that she made herself choke.
There was no need for words and when Tania reached out in his direction, Peter came over and knelt on the bed, his hugely erected prick within reach of her grabbing fingers.
Tania held him and almost brutally withdrew the dildo from Ginette's mouth. Whimpering, her eyes closed, her mouth searching, the girl squirmed and writhed until Tania seized her by the hair to steady her head and allowed her mouth to come down over Peter's glans.
For only a fraction of a second, realizing that it was a living man she was cocksucking, Ginette tried to rear up but then gave in to the firm pressure of Tania's hand in the back of her neck. With a little hesitation at first she let the tool slide in.
Again there was a choking, gagging sound, as the swollen tip of the prick reached the back of her throat, but then she moved her hands to the prick, holding it at the root, steadying it and guiding it. There was no need to hold her anymore and with a delighted smile Tania watched her star pupil perform her first blow-job.
To keep her going, to whip up her enthusiasm, Tania searched for the girl's asshole with eager fingers and bored into it gently but firmly. Soon her middle finger was inside the tight anus as far as beyond the second joint.
"Suck him, baby, suck him, my darling!"
Tania's eyes were watchful, alert. When the young man groaned, when his buttocks contracted in quick spasms, she was ready. Snapping her finger out of Ginette's ass she grabbed her head with both hands to check the startled reaction of the child when sperm began to fill her mouth.
"No, no, darling, don't fight it! Swallow it, all of it, there you go!"
Not that Ginette had much choice in the matter. So much come was being squirted into her mouth that had she not begun to swallow very hard and very quickly, much more than the few drops emerging from her nostrils would have come out, she would have choked on the stuff!
Her eyes tearing, her jaws working, the girl swallowed semen reluctantly at first, simply because she could not help it. But within seconds there was a visible change in her and her eyes closed as if to allow her greater concentration and her swallowing became regular, purposeful, and finally her hands went back to work, squeezing the base of Peter's prick. Down to the very last drop she milked him of his emission, milked it into herself, swallowed and searched for more.
Even Tania seemed startled at this unexpected development but soon her expression changed from surprise to utter delight. Yes, she took personal pride in what Ginette was doing. For it was the result of patient and expert devotion and teaching that had made it possible. There had not been much time, only two days and two nights, but Tania had been able to transform an innocent little goose into a little woman who, if not yet an expert herself, showed at least all the willingness in the world to give full satisfaction.
To no one's surprise, Ginette was quite out of breath after her little performance and her face was flushed and covered with sweat. She burped a few times and Tania, knowing what sometimes happens when one swallows it for the first time, asked her whether she wanted to go to the bathroom and throw up, but Ginette smiled bravely and shook her head. She was swallowing hard, and when she was able to speak she murmured softly.
"I sucked a man's cock! His prick, his dong, his fucking-rod! Oh, Tania, I did it!" She snuggled up to the young woman. Gently Tania stroked her hair and her back and shoulders.
"You are going to be a perfect little cocksucker my darling," she said, "and if I were you I wouldn't worry anymore about your mother's wedding. Why, you could suck sperm out of a statue, I bet! Monsieur Durodain will be more than satisfied. But don't think I am going to let you out of here before the week is up, baby, even if you know a lot! There is still a lot to be learned and besides, my little angel, don't you want to learn how to give your mommy as much pleasure as Peter has just given you? You can do it, you know, and I am going to let you practice on me as much as you want! How about that?"
"You mean...." the child stammered, "you mean I am going to stick my tongue into your ... your cunt?" Her eyes lit up when Tania nodded and smiled.
"Oh, Tania, I want to, I do," whispered Ginette as she pressed herself into the woman's arms.
Tania's eyes were triumphant as she looked up at Peter.
"You see?" she whispered. There was no need for her to add anything else.
CHAPTER THREE
Ginette would "graduate" tomorrow, thought Peter. In other words, her mother would come to fetch her, would leave the generous check with Monsieur Durodain's signature, and that would be the end. Or would it be?
Peter felt that a genuine bond of affection had formed within those few days during which he had concentratedly worked on this girl's development, a bond that might bring them together again, just as it had brought him back to Tania once she was no longer taboo to him.
I must not let these thoughts distract me, he told himself as he caressed the breasts of a plump young Spanish chamber-maid while her sister watched, sitting naked by the window and ramming a dildo up her cunt.
Neither Pepita nor Dolores spoke a word of either French or English, of course. But it had not been too difficult to make them understand just exactly what they were supposed to learn here.
Their master, a fairly young but successful painter, quite recently married, had found them in a village in Andalusia during a spring vacation in Spain. He and his young wife had immediately been taken by the fiery dark eyes of this young pair, by their readiness to join them in the little hotel room they occupied at the local inn. It had quickly become apparent that Dolores and Pepita dreamed of nothing but Paris, the place where other girls of their village had already found employment in various households. Whatever the lot of the Spanish chamber-maid in Paris was, apparently she held a much more desirable position than a farm girl on the sun-parched earth of her native country.
Perhaps for the sake of such possible prospects but certainly also out of their own inclination, they had long overcome the strict rules of behavior so prevalent for girls in Spain.
Never permitted to set foot outside their parents' house during the night, they fucked like rabbits in the morning and in the afternoon, seeking out tourists and foreigners of any kind and carefully avoiding the boys of their own village. Gossip would spread too quickly and the young men would not resist the temptation of bragging about their success.
Dolores and Pepita always were together wherever they went. This was yet another trick to appease any suspicion on their account in the village.
Together they had met the young French couple, together they had joined them one afternoon, and together they had taken down their panties and offered themselves to the furious assaults of the man, each in turn, while his wife looked on and masturbated. But when she had approached Dolores and tried to take her into her arms, the girl had squealed with horror and then retreated to the far end of the room. The language barrier had made it impossible to conduct any kind of convincing argument and finally the painter and his wife decided to hire both girls and take them to Paris with them.
"Aren't you taking a chance darling? What if they are of no use to me at all?" the young woman had asked, but her husband reassured her. He had heard the praises of Igor and Tania sung in many a Parisian salon and was confident that a brief sojourn in the famous little villa would correct all shortcomings.
Peter had only begun the study cycle with the two dark-eyed beauties on the previous evening and soon he had discovered that although they were passionate in their love-making, neither one would depart one iota from the most classical and orthodox way of doing it. Girl on her back, man on top, and hump away, but no fancy stuff! They seemed totally unembarrassed in each other presence though and this had struck Tania immediately as a very good sign. If they could be seduced into licking each other's cunt, it would open up an entirely new perspective on their sexual lives.
Although the contact of Pepita's soft, opulent breasts against the palms of his hands had not only cased her nipples to harden but provoked a fine erection of Peter's prick. Yet he knew that he would be abstaining from having intercourse with this girl and with a sigh he thought that there were times when he really earned his keep.
Sprawling on the couch, Pepita sighed and moaned under his caress, fingering his prick and her cunt, but he would not penetrate her, but whenever she attempted to pull him down on her he struggled to reach her with his mouth, and so far, each time, she immediately crossed her legs and babbled away in Spanish, her words sounding alternately outraged and pleading.
When he had her whimpering with frustration he stood up, pulled her rudely off the couch and went to fetch her sister, Dolores. The girl allowed him to remove the dildo from her cunt and as soon as he had her down on the pillows he mounted her.
There were new protestations from Pepita as he penetrated the moaning Spaniard, and it was obvious that her sense of justice was highly outraged. Peter smiled secretly when he thought of what might happen that evening when the two girls were locked up together in their room, sharing the one narrow bed that had been put at their disposal.
He fucked away, enjoying the sounds and the sight of the approaching climax, but succeeded in suppressing his ejaculation. He knew that he would need a good erection soon after dismissing his students, Tania had told him so without going into details.
Dolores grunted like a little pig when the supreme moment arrived for her and Peter allowed her another two minutes to cuddle up in his arms and enjoy the after-shivers of climax. But then he saw the Pepita, the shyer of the two, was beginning to poke the dildo at her crotch, and he jumped up and tore it from her hand, threatening her with an upraised finger.
"No, no, not for Pepita," he shouted at her, making her cringe fearfully. It was quite plain, it must be plain to the girl, that he was favoring her sister, that she was being discriminated against.
It was getting late though and time for the two girls to be returned to their room. Peter carefully selected one of the books of engravings from the shelf, one that contained a large number of fantastic lesbian scenes. He smiled as he thought of the girls' reaction to one plate in particular, with a caption in French and, fortunately Spanish: "La lingua de mi hermana" it was called, "My siste's tongue." And it represented a young beauty, her dress in disorder and her legs and crotch exposed, reclining on an armchair while another girl introduced a tongue into her which was the size of a snake! It was coming out of her mouth and stretched into the other girl's vagina, thick and round and totally impossible, but so expert had the artist been that the suggestion was quite potent.
And if that were insufficient to give Pepita some ideas, another illustration showed a girl with her arms and legs tied to a marble column, which she faced, kneeling and her head thrown far back, while a strong, almost masculine woman held her firmly by the throat , the face of the victim wedged in between the muscular thighs. "La lingua ha salido!" said the caption, "The tongue has come out!"
There was no marble column in the little room but a very lovely soft nylon rope was thrown over the chair in the corner! Pepita, poor disdained Pepita, was the stronger and bigger one of the two by far.
The two girls no longer spoke to each other and only cast dark glances at each other when they were led to their room. Still naked, they would find no night-gowns, no clothes whatever to cover themselves with. Peter was not entirely convinced of the correctness of Tania's reasoning, for there were quite a few possibilities beyond that for which they hoped.
Pepita and Dolores might simply not speak to each other, or even worse, they might get into a free-for-all, fighting and scratching and with making love to each other, just about the furthest thing on their minds. But Tania seemed quite sure of herself and after all, he thought, she did have more experience than himself in such matters.
He handed the book to Dolores as he opened the door to the room and kissed the girl. He tried to kiss Pepita but she only snarled something in Spanish and turned away from him. Laughing, Peter slammed the door shut behind the pair and quickly went into the one next door where Tania had asked him to meet her.
There was a peep-hole there, through which they could observe the two girls, or rather a peep-picture-window, for it was a huge two-way mirror facing the bed and that could not be detected by the ones on whom one spied, as long as the light in the bedroom was stronger than on the other side.
The observation room, when Peter entered, was in total darkness, but when Pepita turned on the light in their room it was enough to cast a strong glow into the small cubicle. Peter saw that Tania was not alone. On the divan, the only piece of furniture he could detect, she was pressing herself against the small and cuddly body of Ginette. Was it for her that Peter was to maintain his erection? Would she go down on him once more before leaving the school? He had hoped so and now was fairly certain that this was going to be a lovely good-bye.
Ginette greeted Peter with a happy smile and a crawling, tickling little movement of her fingers against his balls when he joined the pair on the divan. He kissed Tania and she stuck her tongue deeply into his mouth so that he knew she was ready.
"Let's look, darling, let's see what they do!" she whispered. The voices of the two girls came very clearly across to them since a vent above the mirror was open, but Peter could not understand them, of course. He only knew that what they were saying to each other was far from friendly.
Dolores finally lay down on the bed and opened the book I had given her. I could see her eyes open a little wider and then she began to turn the pages very slowly. Pepita was facing Peter, standing before what to her was a mirror, combing out her luscious black mane.
Both girls were of course naked and soon the secret watchers could see that Dolores had lifted one leg and, while perusing the book, she was playing with herself. From time to time her eyes lifted up and she looked toward her sister whose willowy back and bouncy buttocks were turned to her. Dolores sighed and at last spoke in a conciliatory tone of voice. But Pepita shrugged and did not answer, her mouth set in a mulish pout.
Silently Dolores rose from the bed and, with the book under her arm, she approached her sister from behind. Then she put one hand gently on her shoulder and thrust the volume at her.
"She probably doesn't even know it," whispered Tania, "but the kid is inviting trouble!" She giggled under her breath and pulled Ginette closer into her arms. The child was actively exciting her with her fingers.
Pepita shurgged off her sister's hand impatiently but did take the book from her. Opening it, staring at it, she slowly tunred to the bed and went to stretch out while Dolores took her turn before the mirror, the large but firm breasts lifting excitingly as she raised her arms and began the graceful ritual of brushing her hair.
For a long time they remained like this and Tania had an almost silent orgasm while looking at the sisters and having her clitoris plucked by Ginette.
"Take the kid now," she whispered, pushing the girl into Peter's arms, "but don't let her make you come. I've got something nice in mind for you."
Docile and cooperative, Ginette snuggled up against Peter and when he pushed away her hand from his prick she remained still. He contented himself with caressing her back and her arms as she lay against him.
They noticed then that Pepita had looked up and was staring at the rope they had left on the backrest of the chair. They could almost hear her think. She turned to her sister, murmuring two words.
"She's calling her over," grinned Tania who understood some Spanish. Dolores turned away from the mirror and a few words were exchanged. Pepita smiled and pointed to her crotch, but then Dolores whirled away from her and resumed brushing her hair, her pretty face red with shame and her eyes filling with tears.
"Looks like she has just received a most indecent proposition," snickered Tania.
Peter watched as if hypnotized when Pepita stealthily rose from the bed and went to take the rope from the chair. But Dolores had seen her in the mirror and turned around.
Without another word her sister pounced on her and Dolores uttered a frightened squeal. She struggled against the arms which enfolded and held her, and when the two girls fell to the floor and began wrestling in all earnest, Tania approached Ginette who was still in the man's arms, and from behind, between her legs, she started exciting her.
"Hold her ass open a little," she whispered and Peter reached around the girl to pull on her sweet, round buttocks.
Excited beyond endurance, stronger than her sister and armed with the rope, Pepita did not take very long in overcoming the girl and suddenly Dolores found herself kneeling on the floor and trying in vain to free her arms from the rope the other girl had wound around her. Pepita was tying knots now, solid and tight, and then began to drag her victim to the bed. Within seconds she had her lying down, her head hanging over the foot of the bed, chin thrust up, and with her thighs trembling and open, Pepita tried to straddle her face.
Kicking her legs helplessly, Dolores whimpered and protested until Pepita, emulating the example of the drawing in the book, stifled her cries with both hands laid around the slender neck.
Her feet wide apart now, solidly planted on the floor, Pepita pushed her twat down over her sister's mouth. Peter just had time to see the girl's face become red and the tongue protrude from her mouth and then she was hidden from view. But there could be little doubt as to what was happening since Pepita's ass was pushing back and forth in copulating movements.
The girl on the bed was still making gagging, croaking noises and it was reassuring to know that her sister wasn't squeezing too hard, in her frenzied search for relief. Pepita's teeth were clenched and her face was a mask of passion as she rubbed herself against Dolores.
It could not possibly take much longer, not with her temperament and with the extent to which she had been frustrated all evening. Indeed her shrill cries of pleasure soon rose in the little room, reverberating from the walls, while Dolores' helpless, tied-up body bounced on the bed in convulsive jerks. Peter could no longer hear her and realized that this itme, in the throes of her orgasm, Pepita was really not holding back any longer and had made sure she would get as much of her sister's tongue as she could sqeeze out of her.
Fortunately it was only a very short ordeal for the poor girl and as soon as Pepita's climax had come to an end she stepped back and fell to her knees, kissing Dolores' cheeks and stroking her red, perspiring face.
Dolores was making choking sounds, gasping and coughing to get her breath back and her mouth was glistening with the juice from Pepita's cunt.
The latter kept grinning and kissing the girl, apparently not in the least contrite over what she had done to her. After a few minutes she climbed on the bed and avoiding a vicious kick from Dolores' right leg, she flung herself down holding her sister open and buried her face between the twitching thighs.
"At least she's got a sense of justice," remarked Tania, highly amused. She then lowered her head and Peter could tell she was beginning to ream out Ginette's anus with her tongue. Peter still did not catch on to what she wanted him to do finally, but he enjoyed feeling the kid twitch with pleasure in his arms and utter soft little sighs and moans. She had indeed become highly responsive to every caress, to every oral contact, anywhere on her body.
To see Dolores' fury and resistance slowly change into deep and long lasting pleasure was probably one of the most interesting things Peter had ever seen. As if against her will, she began moving her hips under her sister's persistent tonguing. Her outraged cries changed into long sighs of pleasure and although she had always rejected this kind of sexual activity before, Pepita suddenly seemed to know just exactly what to do. Her jaws were working steadily as she nodded over the open crotch, and from time to time one could see her tongue appear for a brief flash before being once more thrust into the juicy gash.
"We're not going to have any trouble with those two tomorrow, I can assure you," said Tania, interrupting what she was doing for just one second. "How's your hard-on?"
Peter had nothing to complain of. His prick was standing up and throbbing, stiff as a broomstick!
"What are you doing there anyway, Tania?" He finally asked.
"It's almost ready for you, darling. Ginette must remain a virgin until her future stepfather gets hold of her, but what do you know, it turns out she's got a spare in the back!"
"You mean-" he stuttered, pleased and surprised at the same time.
"I mean you're going to fuck her asshole in just a minute my love. And let me tell you, Ginette has got a tight one all right. But with all the saliva and her own cunt juice I'm putting into it, you won't have too much difficulty in doing it."
Peter was delighted at her suggestion, although slightly worried. Certainly the thought of possessing the girl anally had occurred to him but he had not swelt on the idea, simply because he had never done it with one so young and inexperienced and he cared too much for Ginette to do anything which would either shock or hurt her, something he imagined must necessarily be painful to her.
Nevertheless he decided to go along with Tania, since she seemed so completely sure of herself, but to stop immediately at the first sign of distress on the part of this sweet child.
In the other room, the bound girl on the bed was beginning to come under the persistant tonguing of her sister and when her cries of pleasure had at last subsided Peter picked up Ginette in his arms and carried her to one of the free bedrooms. Tania, walking next to him, held her right index finger where it was, right inside the girl's bowels.
While Peter gently carried her, Ginette clung to his neck and kept kissing his face with sweet, moist lips, sighing a little, moaning with anticipation, and behaving in general as if she would welcome whatever was going to be done. Eager only to please, Peter's heart was a little heavy when he thought that they would have to separate themselves from that sweet girl on the following day.
There was one room in the house which was only rarely used for teaching but rather served the little faculty whenever one or several among them wished to engage in sexual activity for their own enjoyment. It contained besides the large bed several divans as well as other furniture apt to make some outlandish positions possible. Ginette had never entered this room before and when she was set down on the floor and Tania removed her finger from her ass, she playfully rushed forward toward the large rocking horse that stood near the bed. She was about to swing herself into the saddle when Tania caught her around the waist.
"Ginette, when will you learn to look before you jump," laughed Tania and pointed at the object that protruded from the middle of the horse's back. It was a dildo of respectable dimensions and if by misfortune the girl had come down on it with sufficient force, all efforts to keep her intact for Monsieur Durodain would have been in vain and she would most certainly have been deflowered, perhaps in a most painful manner.
Ginette's eyes were large and surprised when she examined the object. Then she clapped her hands with delight when Tania, by pumping the horse's tail, made the rubber penis come out further and further.
"Some day, if you come to visit us again, I'll give you a ride on it," smiled Tania, "but for the time being, I think it would be highly dangerous for your innocence."
"Oh, but show me, please show me how it works!" pleaded the girl and Tania, good natured, climbed aboard. With some effort she impaled herself upon the rather enormous member, but once it was inside her she began to rock herself back and forth, each lunge thrusting the tool into her body and withdrawing it again.
She began to gasp and turned to Peter.
"Take me down darling, come and help me, I don't want to come with that stupid thing here!" And he lifted her, quickly checking her crotch and finding it full of juice. He knew she had come close to creaming.
"Seriously now, let's not fool around," said Tania, "or your little asshole is going to dry out before Peter can stick his prick into it. After all the work I've done on it!"
Ginette reached back and stuck her finger up her ass.
"Oh, it's not dry, Tania, it's nice and slippery still!" she giggled and rushed to the bed where she flung herself down on all fours, sticking her ass out at Peter.
"My, my, aren't we the eager little beaver for our first cornholing," chuckled Tania. "No, no, come over here, you'll be more comfortable on this!" she added, pointing at a rather strange looking contraption. It was a well padded table with an adjustable top upon which the girl was invited to lie down on her belly. Two large metal rings, padded with cotton, were screwed to one end of the table and into these the girl's legs were slipped until the thighs were solidly held spread out just below the buttocks. When Tania, by turning a crank, lifted the head end of the table top and lowered the other one, Ginette did not slip off but was comfortably supported by the leg rings.
Peter approached from behind and found that now the girl's anus appeared to be just at exactly the proper height for penetration.
Just to make sure, Tania knelt down once more and thrust her tongue deeply into the tiny opening. Ginette wiggled her ass with obvious pleasure and started to say: "Deeper, deeper," although Tania was doing her best to go far in.
"Well, this is as good a job as I can do," the young woman smiled and stood up. "Peter, it's up to you now, see if you can get it in."
Standing a little to the side she pried the cheeks of Ginette's ass open as far as she could so that the puckered little hole, all shiny with saliva and juice from further below, was exposed.
"Push it out baby, just be relaxed and push it out a little," cooed Tania when Peter hefted his prick with one hand and placed the glans and then the shaft of the entering prick.
"Am I hurting you?" asked Peter with concern when he heard her utter a little grunt but whether he was or not, Ginette only shook her head. She wanted it, she wanted him to push into her, and never mind if it didn't feel too comfortable in the beginning.
It took almost a full three minutes before the entire length of the prick had penetrated into the bowels of the child. But Peter could be patient when it was necessary and once he felt himself held, sucked in by the strong anal muscles, he knew that he could begin to fuck.
It was a sweet, tight sensation when the strokes were still brief and shallow, but this feeling of warmth and of being held increased ten-fold as he speeded up his fucking.
"Ream it out for her darling," panted Tania who seemed to feel great excitement from watching the steady pistoning, "go on-don't be afraid now, you're not hurting her. Isn't that right baby? Tell him to push, tell him to fuck your ass, little angel."
"Push-fuck-fuck-" whimpered Ginette, her svelte little body twitching with each new thrust, her ass bobbing up and down in response to Peter.
It was no longer necessary to hold the girl's buttocks pried open, but it was a pleasure Tania did not yet wish to forego. Holding the girl thus she was able to follow every movement of the slimy cock, observe the sliding motion, regular and powerful, until she was overcome with such violent desire that she first kissed the man, her tongue going wild inside his mouth, and then fell to her knees and crawling below the table began lapping at his balls and at the child's cunt alternately.
Ginette's rectum contracted with more and more speed and strength. Ginette was whimpering now, clamoring for deeper and harder thrusts although Peter was doing his very best. Smiling to himself he thought of old Monsieur Durodain and wondered whether the poor man was not about to bite off more than he could chew. Once this young bunny rabbit learned about real, frontal fucking, once she had been fucked a few times, there would be no holding her!
Tania, upon realizing how frantically the child was struggling for her climax, unaccustomed as yet of reaching it through anal penetration alone, thrust her tongue into the waiting little cunt from below and within minutes she brought the girl up to where she wanted.
"No-oh now-Oh yes, I'm gonna come," wailed Ginette, her little voice quite strong and shrill. Peter needed no more, and in thick squirts he began ejaculating into that little bundle of nervous flesh under him.
There was barely a moment of respite when they took her off the table. Ginette, after a few satisfied little sighs, immediately became agitated once more, groping for her two mentors, one hand on the deflating prick, the other running up and down the richly oozing cunt of the woman. Ginette realized quickly where her interest was at this moment, once they had her on the bed. More and more she turned herself toward Tania, sensing the woman's still unsatisfied desire, and finally Peter moved back a little and contented himself with slow, gentle masturbation of his shrivelled tool while observing the two females perform before him.
After a week of steady monitoring and patient instructions, Ginette's mouth had become almost as expert as Tania's and soon the two were lying on their side in a mouth-to-cunt position in which they could satisfy each other simultaneously. But not content with gentle lapping, as if she wanted to absorb all of Tania's body, all of her flesh, Ginette soon found herself on top of the woman, clinging to her almost desperately while her tongue dug into the wide-open cunt.
As for Tania, the thin, nervous thighs of Ginette wrapped around her face, she was returning lick for lick, tickle for tickle, thrust for thrust. Soon the girl's behind was once more bouncing up and down joyfully while the smell of wet, excited cunt rose info the air.
When Tania's back arched up, signaling her orgasm, her little pupil was soon to follow and in a chorus of moans and little cries the two females reaped the harvest of their lesbian endeavor.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a big day, and on that Saturday morning everybody got out of bed without delay and without indulging in any kind of sex play whatever. There would be plenty of time for that later on.
Today was graduation for several of the young people entrusted to Igor's and Tania's care and appointments had been given to Ginette's mother and her fiance, Monsieur Durodain, to the young painter and his wife, Jean and Chantal, who would fetch home their Spanish maids, and finally to Mrs. Girondin whose new husband was now considered ready to return to his wife's villa in Rambouillet.
Igor had received the consent of everybody concerned to hold a small party in the afternoon during which the graduates would be able to demonstrate their profiency.
He, Peter, and Tania, as well as the red-headed teacher whose name was Irene and one other assistant, a blonde German girl called Hedi wore the black kimonos which had become a kind of official uniform at these somewhat formal gatherings. Before the arrival of their guests though, they lunched together with the graduates on oysters and filet mignon, accompanying their meal with a few bottles of excellent Bourgogne, so that everybody was quite relaxed and perfectly at ease when three o'clock came around. Bernard Girondin, the Spanish girls and Ginette all had to remain completely naked while they waited in the salon on the ground floor and they could not resist exploring each other a little. Their teachers smiled and commented on their antics in low, appreciative voices.
Bernard, the only male among the students to leave on that day, naturally received most of the attention. Both Pepita and Dolores had started to excite him with their tongues, one licking his prick as she had finally learned from Igor, the other applying her newly acquired knowledge to the young man's rear end.
As for Ginette she playfully went from one to the other, tweaking a tit here, sticking her tongue into Bernard's navel there, and finally sneaking up behind Pepita and licking her between the thighs until the girl almost came.
But Igor separated them in time and took the child by the hand.
"You will get yours, baby," he laughed, "just you wait! But let's not overdo things now, before our guests have arrived. I want everybody to be in top shape, and if you just want to excite each other that's all right with me, but no discharging yet!"
Then he turned to the red-haired girl who had begun caressing his sister, using her hands on the young woman's breasts and kissing her with such passion that Tania was beginning to moan and grind her pelvis into the girl.
"And that goes for you too, you know!" Igor added.
Reluctantly the two instructors stopped what they were doing and contented themselves with light kissing.
As for Peter whose prick was already in full erection, he tried to extirpate himself from Hedi's advances. The slender blonde had found nothing better to do than to hold his organ up with two fingers of one hand and sucking away on his balls from underneath. Since he did not want to fuck her yet or relieve himself into her mouth, he preferred not being touched rather than risk succumbing to temptation.
It was with some relief that everybody jumped up at the sound of the doorbell. It was Ginette's mother, a handsome woman in her late thirties, followed by her fiance. For an elderly man Monsieur Durodain appeared to be very well conserved, a little frail and delicate-looking but distinguished, elegant with his white moustache and long bony hands.
Ginette immediately rushed into her mother's arms since they had been totally isolated from each other for a week, and when the woman wanted to kiss her daughter's forehead as obviously was her custom, the eager brat pushed her mouth up against that of her mother.
Somewhat startled, she struggled for a few seconds but then relented and allowed the teenager's tongue to enter her mouth.
She had become quite red in the face and went to sit down on the armchair Igor pushed over to her. Ginette immediately climbed on her lap as if she were still a little girl.
"You must say hello to Monsieur Durodain," her mother said softly.
"Oh, that is quite all right, Germaine," smiled the gentleman, "I understand that she has missed her mother more than me!"
He looked around the room with sparkling eyes. The nudity of the Spanish girls and of his future step-daughter, the semi-nudity of the instructors seemed to have wakened his interest.
But Ginette was soon to make up for her initial rudeness and went to him as he sat down on the couch which had been turned around for the occasion, facing into the room.
"May I kiss you sire?" she asked politely and raised her little face to him, kneeling down at his side.
"Why of course my dear, you are a dear, you!" He leaned down to her but seemed surprised when she averted her face.
"I thought...." he stammered, sounding utterly disappointed.
"Oh, later, later," she smiled, "I meant that I would like to kiss you here!" With that she put her small hand squarely into his crotch.
Before he could say yes or no, Ginette had opened the man's fly and was pulling out a tool of respectable size, even though it was at rest, but at rest it was indeed. There was a softness, a flabbiness to this white worm which at first seemed quite permanent.
Ginette touched the glans with the tip of her tongue and played it back and forth against her lips but nothing happened. Monsieur Durodain nevertheless closed his eyes and sank back against the cushions, sighing deeply and with delight.
"Perhaps if you looked at her pussy, darling?" suggested Germaine in a timid voice. "I believe she would let you touch it with your lips, isn't that right Monsieur Igor?" She seemed anxious that her lover be pleased, and Igor assured him that the girl was not only ready for cunnilingus but actually looked forward to his deflowering her.
"You seem to be excellent teachers," said Monsieur Durodain in his tired, slightly weak voice, "but one can go overboard, you know, even in the right direction. Why, this is still a child, a sweet little girl whose innocence a poor old man such as I am might in overcoming, but, well, look at her, my little Ginette is acting like a whore!"
Igor and Tania looked at each other with consternation. They had not realized that the man's tastes would be so exquisitely refined and complicated. As for Ginette's mother she had visibly blanched when she heard his words, her eyes filling with tears.
But there was no need to worry. Apparently everybody was underestimating the girl's cleverness and acting ability, for now Ginette sprang to her feet and looked down at the man as if he inspired her with utter horror. Then she turned and ran to her mother, flinging herself down on her lap, burying her face in it and sobbing so disconsolately that all felt sorry for her.
"Oh Maman, Maman, I am not a whore! Oh, he is disgusting, your Durodain, look, he's even got his peepee hanging out of his pants! Oh, Maman, I don't want him to look at me like that when I have no clothes on."
Peter was the first to catch on and he chuckled slightly but Tania took his arm and squeezed it to silence him.
"I don't want to show him my pussy, Mother, I don't! Why do you say such things that are dirty?" Ginette lifted pleading blue eyes to the woman who took a while to understand.
"Child, child," she said soothingly, stroking Ginette's hair, "there is nothing wrong if you show him your pussy, you know? He's going to be just like your daddy, there's nothing you should hide from him!"
"Do you want to see my pussy?" she asked innocently, "would you kiss it, Maman?"
Germaine was a slow, lymphatic personality, but she was deeply sensuous and her pale eyes began to shine.
"You mean you want your mommy to eat out your little cunt?" she murmured, her voice unsteady with emotion. Ginette nodded eagerly.
"And then will you let Monsieur Durodain stick his tongue into it?"
"No! Never! He is a dirty old man, I hate him!" she screamed and stood up, stomping her foot.
The old gentleman was following the dialogue with growing interest. He had not bothered putting his tool back and it continued to hang out.
Tania stood up now and Peter knew she was going to join in. She seemed quite sure of herself and of what she was doing.
"Is this the way to speak to your elders?" she asked sternly and grabbed the girl's arm, making her whirl around. "I want you to apologize immediately, you little brat!"
"I'm not a brat!" shouted Ginette and stuck out her tongue at Monsieur Durodain.
"Excuse me," Tania said calmly, turning to the mother, "but since this is your child I would not want to take any action without your permission or without your assistance. But you cannot possibly approve of this behavior, can? Would you therefore be good enough and help me present that precious little cunt hers to this nice gentleman? I think we can put her on the table over there, that would be best!"
"No, no," screeched the child, struggling wildly when the two women seized her.
"Don't you think you should put yourself at ease? It's quite warm in here, Germaine," smiled Tania and held Ginette's arms pinned back.
"Irene, give the lady a hand, won't you? I can handle this little monster!"
Irene rose, smiling, and went up to Germaine. Before the woman could decide one way or another, the young teacher had taken her mouth and was kissing her with passion while unzipping her dress with her arms around Germaine.
It did not take long to get her naked and although no longer in the prime of youth, she had an excellent figure, on the opulent side, large but firm breasts with wide pink nipples and a densely furnished crotch.
She was led to the table where the girl in Tania's clutches was uttering loud protests.
"Come child, come now, mommy's here, let's be reasonable," she said and patted Ginette's cheek. "Darling," she added, turning to her fiance, "don't you want to come over? I believe you will be able to examine her closely now, as you always wanted."
With a thin, little smile, the man rose. As he approached the two women grabbed the girl, one by the arms and the other by the legs and with a heave-ho they threw her on the table.
"Irene, help with the legs, she's pretty strong you know," panted Tania as she held Ginette's shoulders pinned down. The girl arched her back and whimpered as her mother seized her left leg while Irene pulled on the right one, spreading her open together, so that the hairless cunny-hole lay exposed to everyone's view.
Monsieur Durodain was standing up, peering down into the pink slit, his mouth hanging slightly open while Hedi got busy unbuckling his trousers and helping out with the rest of his clothes.
In his stocking feet, but otherwise naked, looking a little like a scarecrow the man approached and reached for the coveted treasure with a long trembling finger.
As if he were choosing a fruit on a market stand, probing and prodding for ripeness, he touched the little vulva, and as he did so he began to smile.
"You needn't do this, child," he murmured, looking down at the German girl who was about to give him head. "I would rather concentrate on my little darling here, I can feel something now, I am sure I shall penetrate her before the evening is over!"
Slowly he leaned down, the nostrils on his long nose quivering slightly as the sweet perfume of the immature cunt rose into the air.
"She is open like a little flower," he commented happily and thrust a boring exploring finger right into the hole.
"Yes, oh yes, she is untouched," he grinned. "Oh, it is going to be a hard battle, Germaine, she is a tough young thing! But with patience I shall overcome the obstacle, there is no doubt about it!"
Slowly his mouth came down over the twitching gash, and Monsieur Durodain drooled a little as he began eating out his future relative.
"Pig! You old pig!" screeched Ginette until her mother slapped her face lightly.
"Oh Maman, Maman, make him stop, oh please! Oh, he's exciting me, he's going to make it all wet, and I don't want to be aroused by him, oh no!"
"There, there," laughed Tania, delighted at the little comedy. "Just calm down now and everything will be all right. Is he sticking his tongue into you? Can you feel it go in? Now isn't that nice?"
Nobody seemed to pay the slightest attention when the doorbell rang once more, except Peter who was standing further away from the table. He did not particuarly relish the sight of his favorite pupil being orally raped by an old man even if he knew that she actually had not the slightest objection. Slowly he turned to the entrance where Madame Girondin was waiting. He let her in, surprised to find that she was indeed a splendid looking woman, whatever her age. The eyes were luminous and now it was on him that they shone.
"Oh, how do you do?" she cooed, "I don't believe we have met!"
"I am Peter, a new teacher," he replied, feeling a little self-conscious about the erection that was growing out from between the flaps of the kimono. The woman did not miss a thing, indeed, and came very close.
"How is my husband?" she asked, "has he learned what he must know to make me happy?"
"So I have been told," smiled Peter. "But my field of interest lies mainly with the ladies."
She looked at him quizzically for a second or two.
"How about it?" she said softly.
"How about what?" asked Peter and chuckled, letting his eyes roam over the delightful figure of the woman, not in the least hidden beyond recognition by the expensive dress she wore.
"A demonstration perhaps?" she smiled.
"Madame," he replied and brought her hand to his lips, "nothing would please me more, but your husband is waiting and he is in the nude, surrounded by lovely girls."
"Let's go!" she said abruptly, "we'll talk about this later!" There was something quite regal and imperious in her manner as she launched herself forth without waiting. Peter ushered her into the salon at the very moment when sweet Ginette, her legs high up in the air, was gasping for breath as the elderly man made her come with his tongue.
The new arrival gave the scene only a cursory glance and smiled briefly at Igor who had turned to greet her. All her attention then centered on her young husband who was still being given some little licks on the arms and shoulders by Pepita, standing behind him.
"Bernard, my darling!" exclaimed Madame Girondin and threw herself into his arms, completely ignoring the Spanish girl. They kissed and then she looked into his eyes with great tenderness.
"Was it difficult my sweet? Did you miss me?"
Bernard nodded and grinned. But he had nothing to say and Peter's casual impression of the young man was confirmed: he just wasn't very bright. Handsome yes, but dumb. Some people have all the luck and no brains, he thought wrily. He had imagined the millionaires as being somewhat dried out, perhaps a little alcoholic and altogether unappealing. And now he couldn't for the life of him understand how anybody would be difficult about sticking his tongue just about into everything and anything this woman had!
"Are you cured, my angel?" she continued to interrogate Bernard, "will you do it to me? Will you do it today? Now?"
To each question he nodded with the same silly grin on his face. Happily Madame Girondin turned to Igor and again her commanding manner came to the fore.
"Igor, my friend, if they are finished now with this girl," she said, casually pointing in Ginette's direction, "I should like to stretch out and have my husband demonstrate his progress to me. I do believe the child has climaxed?"
She might as well have referred to some cups and saucers left over after a tea party.
Igor bowed slightly. He kissed the woman's hand and assured her that she would not have long to wait and that the family group would pursue whatever other activities they wished to engage in on the couch.
Irene and Ginette's mother were already helping the girl down to the floor, standing her up on shaky legs and then led her to the couch where Monsieur Durodain was carefully nursing a nascent erection with his fingers. Peter sighed, knowing that she would have to suck for a long time before the tool could become sufficiently hard to enter any kind of cunt, let alone that of a virgin.
"Does Madame wish to undress?" he asked Mrs. Girondin as he turned to her but she shook her head.
"Later, later," she said impatiently, "there is no need for it right now. Would you just give me your hand?"
Allowing him to give her support she jumped up on the table and sat on the edge. Without the slightest trace of self consciousness she pulled up her skirt to her waist. She was not wearing underwear and within seconds was ready to be served.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked rather sharply when she looked up and saw Bernard standing, apparently hesitant. Her crotch lay open before him and he stared into the mass of tangled curls surrounding the flesh of her cunt. Peter would have loved nothing better than to stick his tongue into all this loveliness.
As for Bernard, his hesitation was only momentary and he stepped forward and pushed his wife back a little, sliding her on the table top until she was in the fight position for his mouth. Standing, he leaned forward and surrounded her lifted thighs with his arms.
"Oh!" she cried out, "oh-you're finally going to do it to me, oh my darling!" and with her hands she gripped the sides of the table when his tongue touched her.
As reluctant as he had been in learning when he had first started, Bernard had become quite proficient at his task. After a few quick darting flicks of his tongue that went from the woman's anus straight up through the gaping folds until it reached the clitoris, he seized the latter between his teeth and moving his jaw from side to side, teased it gently.
"Bite me, oh yes, bite me, my darling," she screamed. But Bernard had learned how to control his strength and while giving her the illusion of being bitten he never once hurt her.
Both Dolores and Pepita were approaching now and at first they looked on until Dolores leaned over the woman and tried to take her mouth.
"Get away from me," snarled Madame Girondin who had apparently never experienced this kind of sexual approach before. She pushed the girl away and Dolores looked hurt. Now that she had come to accept sex with either male or female partners she could no longer understand that others might still be more exclusive in their tastes. A lifetime of taboos was quickly forgotten!
But it was hard to say whether Madame Girondin had actually rejected her advances because she was female or simply because she did not wish to be disturbed and distracted from the sensations between her legs.
After having waited for so long and having invested so much to enjoy her husband's tongue down there, it was clear that she would want to make the most of it.
Nevertheless Dolores seemed to have resented this rejection quite deeply and tears had come to her eyes. Tania, always attentive to the feelings of others, always alert to then-needs, went to her and put her arms around her shoulders, hugging her gently and kissing her cheek. Then she murmured a few words into the girl's ear and led her off into a corner where a pile of cushions received the two women.
As for Pepita, she had crawled under the table and was giving much attention to the young man's penis. It was jutting out stiffly between his legs and responded to the light touch of her fingers with a few lively twitches. Pepita did not spend much time tickling him and soon her head was moving back and forth with the thick, throbbing glans entering her mouth quite deeply, considering that she was really only a beginner.
The doorbell rang again at that instant. Peter looked from Pepita to Dolores and back. Nothing better than precisely that in which they were now engaged could demonstrate the effectiveness of the training these girls had received during the past week. Their masters could but be satisfied.
Smiling with satisfaction Peter went to open the front door. Jean, the young painter and his wife, Chantal, were an attractive young couple. They looked so perfectly like the people one meets on the boulevards of the city every day of the week, so perfectly normal in their pleasant way, that Peter became self-conscious over the open flaps of his kimono. The woman indeed looked slightly embarrassed and blushed when her eyes grazed the stiffly erected member that was point up at her.
"How do you do," smiled Peter, "you must be Jean and Chantal."
They nodded and followed him into the house without another word.
Peter had become quite accustomed to the things that were taking place within the confines of this house and he had almost forgotten than an outside world, so very different from what his own life had become, existed.
It was this opening of the door, this seeing of new faces that drove home the realization: there still was a vast land out there, with people who totally ignored the more refined and intricate aspects of physical pleasure.
When Peter put his hand on the doorhandle before entering the salon, loud, sensuous moans were coming through to them quite clearly. Jean touched Peter's arm to stop him.
"Just a minute," he said, looking embarrassed. Peter turned to him with a questioning look.
"Yes?" he smiled, "what is it?"
Jean looked more embarrassed. "Well, you see," he began while his wife looked down at the floor, "we have never-what I mean is that we have never done it in the presence of other people, except of course those in our employ. Would it be at all possible to simply pick up Pepita and Dolores without going inside?" He cast a loving and concerned glance in his wife's direction.
Peter felt disappointed because he had looked forward to seeing this young woman join in the general fray.
"I believe both girls are quite engaged right now," he said. "They have learned so much in a week and now it is their last day, the few hours left before their departure. Isn't it understandable that they should take advantage of all the possibilities offered to them for as long as they are able to?"
"You mean they are doing it now?"
"Oh yes," said Peter slowly, "one of them is sucking away on a young man's prick and the other one is quite busy with Tania, putting into practice all she has learned. May I say that you will find them both to your satisfaction?" he added looking straight at Chantal.
The young woman looked up and there was a brief shimmer in her eyes and she looked away once more.
"What do you say, darling," whispered Jean and hugged her fondly, "shall we have a little peek?" They looked at each other quite obviously vacillating between their natural timidity and a curiosity.
Peter pushed the door just a little and beckoned to them, standing aside to give them free view. From where they were standing they could see Dolores and Tania, naked in each other's arms on a pile of cushions. Tania had completely discarded her kimono and her lovely ass was bouncing merrily up and down. Beneath it, between her twitching, active thighs, only the top of Dolores' head and the wide fan of her spread-out, black hair could be seen. But it was quite obvious that she was doing what she had come to learn. In a perfect sixty-nine position the two women were eating each other out. Chantal drew in her breath audibly in a gasp and her hand flew to her mouth. Her head lowerd, she nevertheless stared with big brown eyes at the scene.
Peter pushed the door open a little more and the couch came into view. On it, Monsieur Durodain sat still, his eyes half closed while Ginette, having finally sucked him into sufficient stiffness, straddled him, supported by her mother. Kneeling across his lap she was being masturbated by Irene with a strong and constant stroke so that her tiny snatch would remain well lubricated for penetration. With her left hand the pretty red head had reached in from below, holding the old man's cock and aiming it at the target.
The girl was making earnest and concentrated efforts to lower herself upon this staff, trying to impale herself on it. But the going seemed to be rough at this point.
"Why she's only a child!" gasped Chantal and turned away quickly, holding on to her husband and burying her face into his chest. As for Jean, although he was frowning slightly, he seemed quite unable to tear himself away from the charming spectacle.
Oh, she's past fourteen," grinned Peter, "and besides its all in the family. The lady-who is helping her is her mother and next week she is going to marry the old gentleman if he finds that the proposition is really worth his while, that is."
Chantal looked again at the group and at that very moment Ginette's body was finally pressed down by firm, steady hands. A cry of pain and a sudden brief squirming of her willowy young body, quickly checked by mother and teacher, marked the instant of tearing penetration.
"Well, she's a little woman now," smiled Peter.
"You mean-you mean-" stammered Chantal, "she has just been deflowered, right here, before our very eyes?"
"That is correct," said Peter calmly. But deep inside he did feel a little sorry for the kid or at least regretted that it had not been in his arms that she had had her hymen split.
"Oh Jean, Jean, it's just too much," groaned Chantal, clingling to him. But there was as much excitement in that exclamation tha protest.
"Where is Pepita?" asked Jean. Peter opened the door all the way so that they were able to see the girl as she crouched under the table. She had caused the young man to ejaculate but still would not let go of him. From both corners of her mouth the white mass of sperm was dribbling down and splashing on the floor. An excellent sucker, she had still not mastered the art of getting everything down into her stomach.
As she continued to pump, milk and suck him, drawing all she could out of the man, helping him along by squeezing his balls, all she seemed to want was to bathe herself in his come.
"Are you sure you don't want to go inside?" Jean asked his wife softly.
"Well," she hesitated, "do I have to get undressed?" She looked up at Peter, her pretty young face a little worried.
"Only if you want to," he replied.
Timidly they followed him into the salon and Hedi, the only one not busy came to meet them. Her hair was disshevled cascading down in long blonde waves and her kimono had fallen off her shoulders. Pert, pointy breasts, their almost sharp little nipples quivering with each step, she went up to Jean and Chantal, smiling brightly, her arms extended.
"Welcome, welcome," she said, "join the fun."
"Oh," said Jean, "we are waiting for Pepita and Dolores. We just came to fetch them home."
"I see," said Hedi, looking a bit disappointed and turned around to look at the girls in question. "Well, I think they should not be long now. Shall I tell Tania to speed things up a little? Are you in a hurry?"
"No, no, please don't disturb them," replied Chantal. "It is their farewell party, after all."
Hedi led them to a love seat from which they could observe all that was going on in the room and the young couple sat down, their arms about each other.
Peter and Hedi decided to leave them alone but brought them some wine. Certainly the sight, sound and the smell of what went on all around them would soon help them relax enough to join in.
Bernard was still busily lapping his wife's cunt and again she was holding on to the table, her knuckles going white and her buttocks slapping the wooden surface as the third or fourth climax raked through her. Bernard though had really spent himself completely below, and no amount of effort on Pepita's part could draw one more drop of sperm out of his prick. She finally crawled out from under the table, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and then she caught sight of her masters sitting together and looking at her. For a moment she looked startled and embarrassed but when Jean and Chantal nodded and smiled at her she returned their greeting and walked up to them, holding one arm across her breasts and hiding her crotch with the other. One week's absence had apparently disrupted the familiarity existing between her and them and perhaps because the couple was dressed, Pepita was self-conscious about her nudity.
"Come, sit down here," smiled Chantal as she pushed over, pressing herself against her husband to make room for the girl on the narrow bench.
Gingerly Pepita sat down, put her hands in her lap and lowered her eyes. She was still unable to communicate verbally with her masters since she had not learned more than a few new words of French since her arrival but when Chantal patted her cheek she turned to her and smiled brightly to show how happy she was over the reunion.
Jean had finally become quite excited and now he reached across his wife's legs and took Pepita's plump little hand. Smiling silently he pulled it over toward him and placed it on the spot where a distinct bulge was now pushing out the material of his trousers.
Pepita's face brightened even more at this inviting gesture and her fingers immediately closed upon the hidden member. Chantal leaned back as far as she could to give the girl room and for a while she observed Pepita's arm, so soft and young and yet strong, watching the muscles jump beneath the skin as the girl's fingers went to work on her husband.
A sudden whimper coming from the couch where Ginette had just reached climax made her look up briefly, then, with a trembling sigh she turned her face toward Pepita's shoulder and gently touched it with her lips.
"Ai, Senora," gasped the girl, her long-lashed eyelids fluttering.
Even this slight contact had apparently had a strong effect on her. Having sucked one young man dry and feeling the twitching of another man's prick in her hand, her sensuality had become exacerbated and her sensitivity to the slightest caress was multiplied ten-fold. Quickly Chantal downed what was left in her wine glass and her cheeks flushed she seemed rady to take a more active part with her husband and the young servant.
With her small sharp teeth she started to nibble on Pepita's shoulder and ran her mouth down along her arm, all the way to the wrist. Pepita was still only massaging Jean's prick through his pants and the young woman started helping her to extract the organ from its confines.
White the thick the man's penis emerged. The Spanish girl's hand and fingers clutched and pulled, massaged and stiffened the rod completely while Chantal darted her tongue at the swollen turgid glans with quick, delicate flicks. The three of them huddled together and Pepita had knelt down, facing both man and woman, her luscious naked body within easy grasp of either.
Moaning with pleasure, Jean began kneading her opulent breasts and when the girl gasped with delight, Chantal looked up at her. Then-eyes met in understanding. From her husband's crotch, Chantal's slender hand moved into the plump swelling between Pepita's thighs.
"Oh si, si senora," sighed the maid in a tremulous voice and lifted her right leg so as to give more access to her mistress. A happy smile, almost of relief, spread over Chantal's face when she discovered how willingly the girl allowed herself to be masturbated now. Searching between the folds of the vulva, Chantal found the orifice of the cunt and slid a gentle finger deep inside. Soon Pepita's sighs became rhythmic and her hips moved in response to the masturbation. Her face came closer and closer to the other woman's until each could feel the other's breath on her lips. For a few seconds they looked into each other's eyes as if to wait until all waiting was more than they could bear. Then, in perfect union, they kissed. Their mouths remained open and glued to each other and their tongues moved with frenzy. Chantal's throat emitted low, gurgling sounds of delight.
Jean's prick had become as stiff as it could under Pepita's ministrations and now he turned to his wife with a sheepish little smile.
"What do you say, shall we get undressed?" He asked. "I mean, it just doesn't mat make sense any more, like this."
She nodded slightly and began opening the top of her dress.
When Pepita saw what was about to happen she beamed happily and went to work pulling down his pants while he wriggled out of his shirt.
Kneeling, the maid apparently prepared to go down with much enthusiasm on Jean's crotch but he chucked her under the chin and lifted her face up and smiled.
"La senora, la senora," he told her softly, pointing at his wife. Pepita nodded and licked her lips. It no longer mattered much whether it was a solid cock or a soft, most vagina that she would find between a pair of open legs.
Chantal shivered now that she was naked, more from anticipation than anything since the room was warm. Tenderly her husband put his arms around her and began kissing her on the side of the neck while Pepita started running her tongue up and down her thighs. Slowly she licked her from the knees to the crotch and back down again along the other leg until Chantal, more and more excited, exposed herself, her knees lifted, without needing any further prompting.
"Oh," she cried out and threw back her head as soon as she felt the girl's tongue center in on her twat. Chantal's feet were off the floor and her toes curled, her legs twitched as she gave herself over to the deep, passionate caress. With both hands she held her husband's face in front of her and looked up at
"Oh, darling, darling," she gasped, "do you know what she's doing to me? Oh, she's putting it right into me, she's putting it up into my cunt, oh yes-oh, you can't imagine how wonderful it feels! She's fucking me with her tongue, she's actually-oh-she's actually fucking me with it!"
She kept babbling, exciting herself with her own words until Jean hugged her fiercely and silenced her with an open-mouthed kiss.
But after a few seconds she gently pushed him away, stretching out her arms until he was forced back and then tried to reach his prick with her mouth. She was unable to sit up without losing her balance and sliding off the love seat.
For a moment she clung to him, her tense little face worried and distressed. A pile of soft cushions on the floor, unoccupied and seeming to invite them for some happy romping, caught her eye. Quickly she grabbed Pepita's shoulder.
"Wait, wait, over there," she said and pushing the girl away, she quickly stood up and flung herself down full-length on the cushions, her arms sprawling, her thighs slightly parted. She closed her eyes and waited, a white offering against the dark green velvet of the pillows.
Jean took Pepita's hand and together they joined the young woman. Both looked down upon her for a few tender seconds and then sank down to their knees.
Pepita returned to Chantal's cunt, pushing her thighs up from below, her hands holding the yielding flesh just underneath the knees so that the glistening dripping vulva was projected forward, opening like a hungry little mouth when the girl began her tonguing.
Jean let himself down on his side, the raised head of his throbbing cock barely touching his wife's cheek. With a happy smile she turned her face to him and her lips parted, her hand took what she coveted and held it until, with a slight thrust of his hips the young man shoved his penis into her mouth.
Peter had been following the progress the young couple and the maid were making with great interest. Standing only a few feet away from them, he was fondling Hedi's breasts, feeling the stone-hard nipples slide against the palms of his hand.
"Look, look," said Hedi suddenly and pointed. Pepita was leaning forward into Chantal's crotch in her kneeling position so that her behind was the uppermost part of her body. From between her slightly spread-out thighs, a few drops had just fallen to the floor and were glistening wetly.
"Somebody better take care of her now," remarked Hedi. Then she touched Peter's erect penis. "You could do her more good now with this than I could," she smiled, "why don't you stick it in from behind?"
"You mean cornholing her?" he asked, "I didn't know she had it done yet."
"No, no, just stick it into the right hole, look, you can reach her easily!"
Hedi stepped closer to the girl and facing to the back, she swung one leg across her. Reaching down she pulled open the crack of the ass from below, straining to make the labia appear between the legs. Pepita never stopped her sucking and allowed herself to be handled in every way and fashion.
"Come, kneel down, you can reach now," said Hedi and Peter followed her suggestion. The length of his cock was such that he had no trouble getting there. Everything was warm and wet between those plump thighs and one slight shove sent his prick snooping up into the channel.
"Ai, ai, ai," exclaimed the Andalusian when she felt herself penetrated in this fashion and Hedi, just for good measure, started sticking her finger up Pepita's ass.
When Peter's rhythm was rapid and steady the German girl began kissing him and thrusting out her breasts at him to be fondled.
"Oh, Peter, Peter," she sighed, "I'm getting so horny!" And again she stuck her tongue into his mouth, moving her head from side to side to make the kiss a little sloppier.
There wasn't much room between her and Peter, not with her hand in Pepita's crack and his belly up against the buttocks, but he still succeeded in widening the gap a little by wedging in his right hand and then, his middle finger crooked upward, he proceeded to jerk off the German girl.
"Oh baby, baby," moaned Hedi, "oh, it's so good, oh I wish you could stick your cock into it now, I need a cock, oh I need it so badly!" She was jumping up and down, riding Pepita as if she were sitting on a mule.
Thrusting backwards, Peter yanked his dong out of Pepita and lifting himself up a little pulled Hedi down to him and stuck it into her.
"Oh thank you, thank you my darling, oh yes, yes, me, me, fuck me, now , more, good, Peter, very good, keep going like that!"
As much as she was enjoying herself now, clinging to the man and grinding away with her pelvis, this was not at all to Pepita's liking and although she faithfully continued tonguing her mistress, determined not to stop until the crescendo of moans had reached their maximum, until Chantal would discharge, she uttered little whimpers of frustrations upon finding her snatch empty.
But Tania had finished with Dolores now and left her lying on her back, gasping for breath after a cunt-sucking such as had never happened to her before.
"All right, all right, you poor thing," she grinned as she brushed past Hedi and Peter, hefting an enormous dildo in her fist.
"Come on, my little filly, here come the goodies!"
And with one long thrust she rammed the terrible looking instrument which was almost as thick as her arm, up between Pepita's legs and smack into her hole.
Yet the scream the girl uttered was one of pure delight. She gasped, lifting her head for a second, her eyes turning toward the ceiling but already Tania's arm was pistoning back and forth and she plunged back into the darkness, into the warmth of Chantal's pussy.
It was twitching uncontrollably under this renewed assault and in her enthusiasm the young woman swallowed more of Jean's prick than was reasonable, making herself gag on it while tears came to her eyes. But still she would not rest, would not let go, and sucking as hard as she was being sucked, she extracted what seemed to be half a quart of juice from him at the very moment when everything came pouring out of her and all over Pepita's face.
Completely out of control, Chantal's body jerked wildly and she curled and gasped with all the sperm filling her mouth, the sounds she uttered so suggestively and obscene that Peter started to come just from hearing her.
"Yes, yes, squirt me full!" yelled Hedi lustily and wrapped her nervous legs around him, biting into his shoulder when her own orgasm approached.
Peter felt as if he was melting and exploding at the same time, rolling over and over on the floor with the girl in his arms, once on top of her and then again beneath her, never once coming out of her cunt until his last drop was spent.
CHAPTER FIVE
Germaine Durodain-for she had finally landed her man-was driving her husband's car. It was their first family outing, the day was beautiful and they had decided to picnic down by the Marne river although Philippe Durodain had only reluctantly agreed to this. Sundays, he said, were made for staying in bed, and to him this meant a threesome. For hours he could watch his wife and his step-daughter fondling each other, kissing and whispering endearing little words into each other's ears while he stroked himself, generally quite able to effect penetration right after lunch.
This time he had also wanted to stay in bed, as on previous Sundays, but when Germaine had mentioned the picnic Ginette was so enthusiastic about it that he could not deny this pleasure to the little darling.
She was not able to call him Daddy yet and still addressed him with "Monsieur Philippe" but this only added to his enjoyment of the lively young thing.
"You can suck my pussy in the grass," she told him sweetly when he had shown reluctance about the outing. "Can you imagine? There will be birds singing in the trees above and crickets in their holes, Monsieur Philippe, and I'll be lying on the ground looking up at the clouds while you stick your tongue into me! Oh, Monsieur Philippe, please, please, let's go!"
"All right, all right," he had finally grumbled, "but first I want you and your mother to give me a cock-stand. I want to be sure that I am strong enough today to go out!"
And patiently Germaine had taken the girl on her lap, sitting down in the big armchair by the bed and had spread her legs so that Philippe Durodain was able to look straight into the pink little pussy, still completely devoid of hair.
"There now, there," she had repeated over and over again, as her finger went down along the little belly and into the slit, "show us how your little knob gets hard!"
They had only recently discovered how long Ginette's clitoris could actually become. As the days went by, each time she was caressed her clit extended a little more to the delight and wonderment of her elders.
"Why, it's just like a little prick," her mother had finally decided, "and one of these days you're going to stick it right into me!"
And this time too, the erectile tissues responded to the mother's gentle touch and from between the naked cunt-lips the protrusion appeared.
Germaine was able to stroke it with two fingers, almost as she would have done to a man and Philippe Durodain could watch this for hours. But this time he had wanted to suck it a little and when his slobbering lips had enclosed it, when Germaine held her daughter open for him, his prick had finally risen.
"Now there you are, darling, you see you are quite capable of raping the both of us today! Come on, let's go before the road is too crowded," Germaine had said and finally they were on the way.
Germaine enjoyed driving and did not mind that for now she was being left out of what went on in the back seat. Stepfather and stepdaughter had both sat down in the back.
"I don't need to look at the landscape," the man had said, "not the one outside anyway. The valleys and hills I like are right here, right between this child's legs and inside her little blouse."
Ginette had giggled when his trembling hand had slipped down to feel her breasts.
"Coming along nicely, very nicely," he had remarked. "Soon you will have cunt hair but your mother will simply have to shave it all off. Why, I like you as you are, my little girl!"
Although she was fourteen and many of her schoolmates were wearing little dresses of the latest chic, some of them using makeup liberally, Ginette did not mind catering to her stepfather's tastes and gladly wore the little-girl dresses he had picked out for her. It was a game, as so many others they played together.
"How are you getting along in school?" he asked her now. "Do you like algebra? I hope you are doing your homework darling, you can't say you don't have time. After all, you get home at three and I don't lick your pussy till six."
"Yes, Monsieur Philippe, that's true, but you come in and show me your prick while I'm trying to concentrate. That's not a very nice thing to do."
"Does that distract you?" he asked and tweaked her left breast. He could feel the nipple growing hard.
"I try not to let it distract me," she replied in a little voice, "but then something starts itching between my legs and I get all wet there. Then I have to touch myself."
"Oh, you can do your algebra problems and jerk yourself off at the same time, can't you?"
"Not very well, Monsieur Philippe. When I jerk myself off I start thinking about the things you sometimes do to me and to Mommy, and sometimes I just think of your prick getting stiff and going into me and then I no longer know what's on the page in front of me.
"Oh you poor thing," he smirked, "I guess you'll just never become a good mathematician that way! But for a pretty little girl like you this is hardly important. As long as you're good in bed, Ginette, believe me, that's all one asks of you."
"What do I have to do to be good in bed?" she asked.
"Why, don't you know? Don't you have sex-education in school?"
"Oh yes, we sure do, but we don't have beds, you see. We just have to stand around and the boys show us their peckers and we let them touch our cunts and the teacher sees to it that we are ready to catch any sperm that might come out before it falls and messes up the floor," she lied.
Philippe Durodain chuckled happily and pinched the nipple in his hand just a little harder. He knew as well as the girl that sex-education was no more than a rumor floating around the school corridors of France for the time being and that if and when it ever became a reality, it would be highly un-likely that the students engage in such practical laboratory work, such useful little exercises.
"How many little peckers did you pull this week?" the man asked in an excited whisper and Ginette raised her baby-blue eyes up to him, looking innocently surprised.
"Oh, I don't ever pull them, I just squeeze and push a little, that's what they like best."
"Won't you show me how you do it?" he urged and his fingers fumbled with the zipper of his fly.
Ginette shook her head vigorously so that the little pig-tails she wore today flew back and forth.
"Why not, darling? You're not very nice, you know. Look, here it is, nice and clean and ready for a little game."
"It's too big, it's too fat," she pouted, "and then, if I touch it, you'll want me to put the whole thing into my mouth, all the way up to where it's attached to you."
"So what's wrong with that? Don't I stick my tongue into your little twat down there when it itches you?"
He had caught her wrist and was forcing her hand down on his lap.
"Ginette, for goodness' sakes," sighed Germaine as she watched her daughter in the rear-view mirror, "can't you remain still for a little? Must you excite Philippe every chance you get?"
"I'm not exciting him," she protested, "he made me do it, he wants me to touch him where one mustn't, he wants me to do dirty things with him!"
"Listen, save it for later, won't you?" her mother said, "and you Philippe, be a bit more reasonable. We're not even out of the city yet, what if somebody can see you from another car?"
Philippe laughed.
"Keep your eyes on the road, Germaine. You're just jealous that's all! But don't worry, I'll let you have her once we get into the woods. I even brought the camera along to take some nice family pictures of you two. Sixty-nine among the daisies, how about it?"
"Cut it out, Philippe, please! I can't drive when my cunt begins to drip and if you're only going to talk about sex and fill up this car with the smell of it, why I'm going to get so horny you'll just have to take the wheel!"
During this brief exchange, half in jest and half in earnest, Ginette had slipped off the seat and without wasting any time settled down between her stepfather's knees. With both hands she took his cock, still quite soft but beginning to throb slightly under her touch, and opening her mouth as side as she could began stuffing it in.
Up and down went the blond little head, pigtails flopping, while the car zoomed down the open road.
By the time the family had reached their destination, a secluded little spot of nature at the river's edge, Philippe Durodain's prick was standing at attention and there was no use in trying to close the fly over such an erection. Slow to become stiff, the man remained often erect for a long time once he had reached that enviable state, and when this happened the dimensions of his tool were totally out of proportion with his slight build.
With his prick hanging out of his pants Philippe Durodain descended from the car. Germain was shaking her head.
"Really, sometimes I wonder how it is possible that this poor child can take such a thing into the sweet hole of hers. Even I feel as if you were going to split me wide open sometimes."
Her husband was pleased. He loved it when Germaine, generally shy and reserved, spoke like this. He took her into his arms and lifted her skirt, feeling with his hand.
"No panties, very good! Now let's see if you're really wet! Let's see how horny you got during the drive!"
His middle finger slipped into her and she now crouched down, bony knees pointing up, to peek at her mother's crotch from below. She licked her lips in anticipation when she saw her stepfather's finger go in and emerge all covered with glistening juice.
"Well, Philippe, dd you find what you were looking for? Is it the way you want it?" Germaine said softly, her eyes veiled with desire.
As she stood there in the sun, her husband's hand up her twat and her daughter watching Germaine held the picnic basket at her side.
"Oh, let's wait with lunch," she moaned after a few more seconds of fingering, "just give it to me now, just a little."
"Okay," he grinned, "but don't make me come. I want to do it again when I have rested after eating. And then there is the young lady," he looked down at the crouching girl.
"You're not going to stick it into me now, Monsieur Philippe?" asked Ginette in a pleading voice and then she held up her wet little finger.
"Look, I've been dripping too, you made me horny too!"
"Oh, don't worry honey," her mother said, "we're not going to forget you. Come over here, come to mommy!"
There was no one around in this secluded part of the woods and all three undressed, Ginette with her mother's help as if she had been too small to do it by herself. And while pulling off the girl's dress and shoes, her socks and undershirt, she fingered her, fondled her belly and the slit below, kissed the girl's nipples and as always tested the little boobs for growth.
"Coming along nice," she smiled as she held on to Ginette's left breast. "Philippe, be a dear and take the blanket from the car so that we can be comfortable. Please hurry, we are both more than ready!"
The man soon spread the blanket on the grass but still seemed to disapprove of so rustic an environment. But when both mother and daughter leaned back on their elbows and pulled their knees up so that he had a full view of both cunts, one hairy and the other one bare, he forgot about his discomfort and knelt, reaching for them both, touching one slit with the left and the other with the right hand.
For more than five minutes he masturbated them both, his white shrunken body not exactly an embellishment to the landscape as it swayed back and forth in time with his finger strokes, but he made up for physical unsightliness with a certain feeling in his hands, with a combination of gentleness and hardness, the result of many years experience.
He stopped jerking off Germaine and Ginette, just short of bringing them to climax. Then he pulled the little girl toward him by her legs and for a few delicious minutes concentrated entirely on her fresh cunt dipping his tongue as a bee dips into a flower.
Ginette squirmed around on the blanket, blinking up at the sun and wrinkling her nose. Her mother leaned over to give her shadow and immediately one of her nipples was seized by the child's lips. Avidly Ginette sucked until her stepfather had satisfied his appetite for her crotch, at least for the time being.
"Are you going to get fucked, mother?" the girl asked and caressed the woman's arm as she stretched out next to her.
"You just watch and be quiet now, darling," whispered Germaine. She did not wish to disturb her husband, now that he advanced upon her on his knees, between her welcoming legs.
Ginette got up and stood next to the couple watching them. She began dancing around nervously and finally her stepfather asked her, looking up, "Why can't you stand still?"
"Watching you two has gotten me horny. Look, Monsieur Philippe, look what's happening to my clit!"
She stuck out her belly and with one finger of each hand pulled opening the little slit and showing him the protuberance. It was indeed quite erect.
"Lick it for her, Germaine," panted the husband, always eager and ready to see the girl's clitoris being stimulated when he himself wasn't taking it into his mouth.
"Come darling, come to mommy," moaned the woman and her arms reached up. Ginette stepped closer, one foot on either side of her mother's head and when Germaine's hands slid up alongside her legs she went into a slow knee
"Just squat down, darling, that's right! As if you went on the potty," murmured Germaine. Above her face, the slender thighs opened and with her arms crossed on her knees, Ginette hovered with her slender cunt lips opening above her mother's mouth.
Germaine raised her chin and stuck out her tongue until it touched the girl's clitoris. She was not able to move as she wanted, not with the man on top of her, stuffing it in, but she needed make no effort at all beyond offering her lips and tongue. Ginette took care of everything. Rocking herself back and forth on the balls of her feet and on her heels-she let her pussy slide forward and backward over the woman's mouth, pressing down from time to time to receive a harder pressure of the tongue at whatever spot she chose.
Carefully Ginette went down lower when she felt the tongue move around the edges of her hole and it went straight into her. Her eyes half closed the girl began clutching at her little breasts when this happned, gently and slowly bobbing up and down. Then her hips moved back a little and the long hard clitoris dropped into her mother's mouth.
"Suck it, Mommy, yes, yes, suck it-"whispered Ginette, more and more excited.
With the delicate young girl getting her cunt stuffed full of tongue right before his eyes and the voluptuous woman beneath him squirming and writhing, her muscles contracting in quick spasms, Philippe was soon a little out of breath from all the pumping.
"Oh dear, oh dear," he sighed, "we better call a halt to all this if I am to conserve my strength for later," he exclaimed, pulling out his prick and standing up with difficulty. Ginette and her mother remained where they were and continued doing what they had been doing. Delicately Philippe Durodain wiped his member on the girl's hair, then went to fetch the white, immaculate handkerchief from the breast pocket of his jacket which he had laid on the grass, neatly folded.
Breathing in deeply he wiped his brow and then interruped his step daughter's enjoyment long enough to rub the silken cloth into her crotch for a few seconds. With a connoisseur's smile he brought it up to his face again, sniffing the perfume and dabbed the kerchief under his chin and on his neck.
"Shall we eat?" he finally asked with a trace of impatience in his voice. The family seemed much too busy though to care for food. Ginette had let herself fall forward on top of her mother and was rummaging around in the crotch he had just left. They were licking and eating each other.
With a sigh and a shrug Philippe resigned himself to a few more minutes of waiting. He was not so selfish as to demand the interruption of so charming a game, especially since the porcine grunts of his wife and the thin, whimpering gasps of his stepdaughter told him that it would be over momentarily.
When Germaine came he could not resist the temptation to add to her pleasure and, setting his-heel into Ginette's neck, he carefully pushed down, forcing her deeper into the folds of the woman's crotch. Ginette struggled because she was coming also and because she was unable to breathe and with her mother clutching at her with strong arms and Philippe's ole on her neck she had no means of escape. The man smiled, amused at her bucking and squirming, but then removed his foot when he saw that Germaine had also stopped licking and that abundant juice was running over her face. It was over for the two of them, at least for the time being, long enough he hoped for a decent lunch.
Chatting gaily, the two females ate while their lord and master picked and chose in silence. Mealtime, to him, was almost as solemn an affair than copulating, something not to be trifled with.
After lunch, Philippe went to sit in the car where he put his head back and closed his eyes. Soon he had fallen asleep.
"You think he'll be stiff when he wakes?" asked Ginette.
"Let's hope so," her mother smiled. "You do like it when he screws you, don't you? Even if he is a bit old and not so good looking anymore?"
"Oh yes, it's all right Maman, as long as his prick is really stiff when it goes in. And then," she smiled, "I know that it is important to you that he should be satisfied."
Tenderly, her mother drew her into her arms and kissed her forehead, to have a daughter such as you. But darling, I don't want to stifle you, I don't want to deprive you of whatever your rightful enjoyment of life should be. How about some young man? Philippe doesn't have to know and it would be a nice change for you with a boy your age or a bit older. Aren't there any boys in your class with whom you would like to do it?"
"Oh, they're all so silly," giggled Ginette. "And they come so quickly."
"Well, well," laughed Germaine, "and how do you know that?"
Ginette shrugged then looked up at her mother.
"What I tell Monsieur Philippe, well, it isn't all invented. Of course we don't have sex education, not officially. But sometimes the boys take me along into their washroom. Once I told them I wanted to find out who had the biggest one and ever since then they are in competititon and show me their peckers almost every day, each one thinking that if he jerks himself off all night, perhaps it will be bigger next morning. But I always decide who wins and then I let that boy stick it into my mouth. But like I said, they do come so darn quick."
Germaine laughed. "Oh darling, I'm glad you have a little fun with young people! Really, you shouldn't worry, you will soon find one who can hold back, who can not only let you suck it but will fuck efficiently."
"Peter," she murmured.
"Who?"
Ginette smiled wistfully and shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, you know, Maman. The American fellow, the one at the school. You remember Peter at Jolival, don't you? I really liked him-his prick was just beautiful!"
"Oh yes, of course I remember. I didn't get a chance to speak with him though. Why darling, would you like to see Peter again? You know that Jolival is only a short drive from here."
"Oh Mommy, do you thing we could?"
"Well, we must find out how Philippe feels about it. I know he wouldn't want me to be unfaithful to him, at least not unless it is for his benefit, something like what I'm doing with you, something he can get excited over. But really, I don't think he could object for you. After all he married me not you!"
"Will you speak to him about it? Oh, we have plenty of time today?"
"What if it's his day off?"
"Fuck it! Then there's Igor and his sister. And Irene, and Hedi, and who knows who else. They all told me to come back as soon as possible, none of them have had me after I lost my virginity, of course, and everybody would like to poke something big into me, Igor and Peter their pricks and Tania that huge dildo she's got. Why, even that might be a lot of fun!"
Germaine laughed at her daughter's childish enthusiasm but she insisted that she would abide by Philippe Durodain's decision in this matter.
"You had better be especially nice to him when he wakes up," she smiled, "and who knows, a satisfied man is an agreeable one, remember that."
Ginette was helping her mother clean up the left overs of the picnic and during all that time she was rather silent, deep in thought.
"I know what you're thinking about," smiled Germaine finally, "you're thinking about Jolival and how you should go about to get Philippe's permission to go, am I right?"
Ginette nodded. But then she threw her hands up in mock despair.
"I just don't know what to do, Mother. I mean, what would really please him? Haven't we done everything?"
"Darling," Germaine said, "are you forgetting that you have a good sense of drama? You're quite a little actress, you know. And Philippe loves it when you invent some exciting situation. He plays along so nicely. Why don't we think something up together?"
"Like what?" asked the girl, her eyes sparkling with new interest.
"Oh, I don't know, how about resisting him and being overcome, you know that always gets his pecker up."
"But we've done it so often, Mother. No, it must be much fancier. Something unexpected, something really dirty," she giggled, "come on, Mommy, help me think."
Suddenly she jumped up and clapped her hands.
"I've got it Mommy, I've got it!" she exclaimed and then quickly lowered her voice so as not to awaken her stepfather.
"First, let's get dressed, Mother, and see if you can find a rope in the trunk of the car. Careful, don't make any noise, Monsieur Philippe must not wake up."
There was indeed a long tow-rope in the trunk but it was quite dirty and Germaine lifted it gingerly and shook her head.
"I don't know, but I really don't think we can use this for anything!" she said. But when she looked up she saw her daughter, already dressed, squatting down by the river bank and digging in the mud. When she turned around her face, dress and legs were streaked with dirt. Then, to Germaine's horror, the girl grabbed the dress at the collar and with both hands she pulled until the material ripped, the torn garment falling in tatters off her left shoulder.
"What are you doing, child?" asked Germaine.
"Never mind, never mind, just come with me. Do you have the rope?"
"Well, yes, but."
"Oh come on, Mother!" Ginette held out a dirty little hand to the woman and good-naturedly Germaine took it and followed her into the woods.
Ten minutes later she was back alone, smiling to herself. Philippe was just beginning to stir a little and she went over to him, leaned her forearms on the window and tried to compose herself a little. If Ginette could act so well, so could she!
"Philippe, oh, Philippe," she called him in an excited whisper as he opened his eyes.
"What, what?" The man sat up straight.
"Oh darling, come quickly, you must see what I found! Back there, behind the trees!"
"What is it, Germaine? What's the matter?" He looked around as he climbed out of the car, still as naked as on the day he was born.
"Where's the girl?"
"What girl? You must have dreamed something, darling, there was no girl with us!"
For a moment he looked startled and stared at his wife. There she was, completely dressed and telling him that Ginette was somebody he had dreamed up! But then a brief, intelligent light flickered in his eyes and for a fraction of a second they smiled at each other.
"Of course, darling, I must have had a dream," he said. He was part of the game now.
"Philippe, you must come with me, I'm afraid to go alone. Please, quickly, come, I must show you!" she said, tugging on his arm.
"All right, all right, but don't make such a fuss. What did you see? A bear? You probably imagined who knows what!"
Grumbling and mumbling he followed her as she pulled him along.
"There, look! Right there, by the tree!" she whispered suddenly and stopped, her outstretched arm pointing.
Philippe stared at the tree and then he saw the small form that was huddled against it. The girl was apparently unconscious, her dress in tatters, her body covered with mud. She was sitting on the ground, her back against the tree and her arms were pulled back. A rope, tied to her wrists, held her fast.
Philippe bent down and looked at the pretty little face.
It was slightly pulled out of shape because a stout, round piece of wood, taken from some branch, was pressed sideways into her mouth, holding it open. The two ends of the twig were joined by a piece of string that went around the back of the girl's neck. It was a most efficient, if highly uncomfortable and cruel gag.
"Somebody must have attacked the poor thing," whispered Germaine. "But I think she's just fainted. See, her eyelids are fluttering now."
Slowly the girl opened her eyes. There were tears in them and now as she stared up at her two rescuers she began to utter pitiful, whining sounds.
"Poor, poor thing," cooed Germaine, "look what they have done to her! The poor child was probably raped by a whole gang! See, they even took away her panties!" She lifted the hem of the little dress to reveal the bare legs and crotch. At this indiscreet gesture the girl began to struggle, kicking and twisting, pulling against the rope that held her and her nasal whimpering became almost hysterical. The large, round eyes expressed utter terror.
"Wait, wait," said Philippe, "don't touch the little brat. Look, she's all upset, she might even bite!"
"You are so right, darling, so absolutely right," nodded Germaine. "No, I guess we better leave that gag too, that way there isn't much she can do. She must have gone out of her poor little mind or something, with what she has been through."
"Do you think you can calm her down a little? They say one must be very firm with deranged people, hysterics are usually best cured with the most severe methods."
"You are right again, my love. I think I shall take care of it and you better stand back a little. You are so sensitive a man, it is best if you don't see what I am going to do to her."
Germaine began to undress, explaining that she did not want to get her clothes dirty when she touched the girl.
"There, now I shall see what can be done. Step back a little, Philippe, try not to look. The way she carries on I am afraid I shall really have to be extremely firm. There is no sense in hitting her though, she is so upset she might not feel a thing. But look at those little boobs, the nipples are quite nicely formed." Germaine pulled down the torn little dress sufficiently to expose the youthful breast of the prisoner.
"I believe that pinching them a little, yes, that should do the trick."
She knelt down, with her back to Philippe who had retreated as she had suggested. Now he could not see exactly what she was doing to the girl and when her arms moved, when her hands seized and grabbed, the illusion was complete.
Ginette, in spite of the gag in her mouth, began uttering shrill, savage screams and her body twisted and jerked in all directions. Philippe's penis, somewhat shrivelled after his nap, was beginning to rise its head.
Finally Germaine stood up. "There," she said, "that should do the trick," she grinned. "Believe me, I let her feel it!"
Ginette was sobbing softly now, her head hanging to one side.
"Why don't I just get those clothes off her. We must see if she has been harmed in any way. Perhaps she is even wounded. Come, help me pull it all off, darling.
Philippe came over and bent down to the child. Together they finished shredding the dress and pulling the tatters off. The girl was naked now, flopping around amidst the dead leaves on the ground, apparently trying to hide her private parts by pulling her knees up to her belly.
"Look at that, just look at her, will you? Here we are, trying to help, and she won't even let us examine her. Well, you just wait and see, young lady, I've dealt with tougher ones than you!" Germaine shouted at the cringing child. She grabbed her by one ankle and Philippe seized the other. Forcibly they spread her open.
"There now, let's see," murmured the woman and her hand fumbled and prodded the naked little cunt. "Doesn't look as if she's come to great harm. Do you really think she was raped?"
"There is only one way to find out," remarked Philippe. "So young a girl, if she is no virgin, then she has certainly been abused by some young louts. I shall immediately examine her."
His long, slender fingers began their work. With exquisite dexterity he pried open the lips of the tiny pussy and slipped his middle finger into the hole. He worked it in very slowly as if it was difficult to penetrate and again the girl whimpered and screeched through her gag. Saliva was running from the corners of the open mouth and tenderly the woman licked it off.
"Well?" she asked Philippe, "can you put it inside her? How deep are you in?"
"Quite deep actually. But of course, a finger is a little too thin. She might still be untouched after all."
"Then you must follow your conscience my love," said Germaine, "you must find out by whatever means at your disposal."
With that she reached out toward his cock, already amazingly erect for a man his age.
"Yes, yes-I am afraid there is no other choice," agreed Philippe, looking down at his member. "But it will be extremely inconvenient to do it if she sits there, with her arms around the tree."
"Oh, but Philippe, you cannot seriously mean to untie her now! Why, she might be extremely difficult to handle. Just look how she cries!"
There were indeed real tears running down Ginette's cheeks. Since early childhood, she had had this ability to weep at will.
"We don't have to free her of course, we just have to get her away from that tree, Germaine," said Philippe.
He ran his hands along the slender, extended, twisted arms of Ginette, caressing them and then seizing her wrists.
"Cut her loose now, I've got her!" he said. And with a pen knife,Germaine sawed through the rope. The two ends remained attached to Ginette's wrists.
The girl struggled fiercely and desperately as she was pulled to her feet, the man holding her under the left shoulder, the woman under the right. But all her resistance was in vain until she finally slumped, going limp, letting herself be dragged off.
"See that branch over there? That should be convenient. You won't even have to lie down on the ground, you poor dear," said Germaine.
They pulled the girl's arms up above her head and although he was far from strong, Philippe had no difficulties in lifting the light body off the ground while Germaine, standing on her toes, tied the rope ends to the branch. When they stepped back Ginette was hanging from it, her legs kicking again, and while they were out of reach, she even emptied her bladder as a sure sign of extreme terror.
"Pig!" screeched the woman. "Just look at the little pig!" She picked up a stick lying on the ground and lifted it with both hands, advancing upon the suspended captive. But at the last moment she lowered it.
"No," she said, "I am not going to mess her up just before you examine her darling. At least this way you might get some enjoyment from it."
Philippe stepped up to the girl and reached down for her legs. He seized her thighs and lifted them on either side of his legs.
"That's right, sweetheart-just hold her like this, you're just at the right level now. Just hold her for a second and I'll put it in for you," simpered Germaine, and went down on her knees. Her hands seized him, aimed, placed the glans against the orifice and with a thrusting motion, Philippe slipped his cock into the defenseless vagina.
"Oh yes-yes, the damage has been done," he sighed. "She is very tight, true, but she is no longer a virgin."
And upon this verdict, after only three or four deep strokes, he withdrew his organ.
"Aren't you going to...." murmured Germaine with surprise. But Philippe shook his head sadly.
"You mean am I going to actually have intercourse with this poor girl? Oh, Germaine, you don't think of it! Would I add insult to injury? No, the poor thing has suffered enough and it is high time that we look after her creature comforts. Look at what they have done to her. Look at that terrible gag in her mouth. The girl must be hungry and thirsty, and above all, she must be fed."
"Oh dear, oh dear," complained Germaine as she helped her husband take down the girl. "We have nothing left now that we have finished lunch. There isn't a scrap."
"There still is the most healthful of tonics left," smiled Philippe significantly, "the very best thing for a damsel in distress. Next to mother's milk, what could be more healthful than a good spoonful, or even a cupful of nice, thick sperm? Raw of course, and taken directly from the source ensures that none of the vitamins, the phosphor and the iron is lost."
They carried the girl out of the woods and put her down on the blanket by the car. Ginette did not resist this time and was feigning weakness and unconsciousness once more. Germaine rolled up her dress and placed it beneath her daughter's neck so that the head lay across it, the chin raised and the mouth falling open, teeth releasing the stick of wood. With deft fingers, Germaine removed the gag.
Philippe knelt down behind the girl so that he saw her tear and mud-streaked face upside-down below him.
"You are really too good," lauded Germaine, "there isn't anything you wouldn't do for someone in need!"
She went to squat over the girl and held her wrists while Philippe introduced his prick into the wide open mouth.
Ginette gave no sign of life until the heavy glans pummeled against the back of her throat and then she gagged and squirmed, but carefully avoided clamping down her teeth, no matter how much Philippe's frantic assault tickled her and made her retch. She had become quite used to his rather savage mouth-fucking and in spite of his great size when erected, she had even been able to distend her throat sufficiently to take him into her gullet on two or three previous occasions, just as a sword swallower trains himself to insert steel blades almost down to his stomach.
This time too, more anxious than ever to endear herself to the old man, she disciplined herself and overcame all difficulties until the tool had slipped far in. Breathing through her nose, she nibbled at the root of his prick with her lips and when, after a long time the first globs of sperm pumped through the prick, they shot straight down into her, and her convulsive swallowing was as the twitching of a very young and solid little cunt around the delighted man's shaft.
CHAPTER SIX
Lazily Peter reached for the telephone after the third ring. The nymphet on the couch with urn, a dark and velvety Algerian girl, continued doing just exactly what he had explained to her only five minutes earlier, running her tongue up along the underside of us prick, from the balls to the tip, applying a slightly zig-zag motion.
Peter was sprawled on his back and he had just begun to really enjoy the girl's emerging talents when the shrill telephone bell had shattered the silence.
"What? Who?" he cried out suddenly and sat up on the couch. He moved so suddenly that little Fatima lost contact and groped around between his legs, her tongue searching hungrily.
"Ginette? What a wonderful surprise!" Peter grinned. "You mean you're right in the neighborhood? You want to come over and drop in on us? Why, of course not, you never impose on us. We were looking forward to this! Yes, yes, your parents are welcome, too. There will be something to make everybody happy, tell them that!"
Smiling he replaced the receiver and brushed his fingers through Fatima's dense, curly black hair.
"We're going to have company, honey," he said. "One of our former students is coming to visit. I hope you will be nice to her and her family and do nice things to them so that I can be proud of you."
The girl raised her almond-shaped, jet-black eyes to him. They were almost melancholy in their softness, but she smiled now, the full arched lips curling upward.
"I do not finish now?" she asked. "I do not suck out Peter's come?"
Peter considered her as one of his very best students, one of the most exciting he had had so far. A Touareg from the confines of the Sahara, brown and smooth, slender and long-limbed, she had the grace of a desert gazelle. Yet, as like all the members of her rugged tribe, she was full of life and strength, in spite of her delicate appearance.
She was a gift from her father to a visiting Emir, a foreigner from one of the rich oil kingdoms further to the East, and her owner-husband had so far never used her. For three years now, ever since she was twelve, she had lived in his harem, the darling of the other wives, her nascent sexuality a source of joy and pleasure for these spoiled and idle women. Although she had never known men, Fatima was far from being totally naive and innocent.
Her master, the Emir, had taken her along on his visit to Paris and had dropped her off at the villa in Jolival.
"She is now fifteen years old," he had told Igor, "and soon she is to share my bed. But before that I wish to have her thoroughly instructed in the arts of love-making. I have heard of your institution and my informants have spoken very highly of you. What can you do for this child?"
Igor had assured the man that he had made a very wise decision indeed. Committed as he was to satisfy a large number of wives, the Emir would have little time to prepare and instruct the new girl.
"I would venture to say that Your Highness will dervie pleasures from this little beauty such as Your Highnesshas never experienced before!" he told the prince. The bearded Arab had smiled skeptically. He was a man of experience in the matter after all, and there was little left that he had not tried at least once in his life. But he had not pressed the point and had ordered the dark girl to open the long white bournous she was wearing so that her future teacher could see more of her than merely her doe's eyes.
The girl had obeyed without a word, standing still, arms holding the garment open, the long-waisted slender young body with the high firm breasts totally exposed.
"She is still intact," the Emir had said at that point. "Would you care to examine her? Please insert your finger, she will hold still."
"Yes indeed, the girl is still a virgin," Igor had confirmed, his middle finger pushed up a little between her labia. "Your Highness is a very lucky man indeed. May Your Highness see for himself," he added and held up his hand to show the Emir how thickly his finger was coated with the liquor of desire after so brief and shallow a contact.
The Emir had smiled proudly and had informed Igor that, contrary to so many of his compatriots, he laid no particular value upon this virginity.
"If by deflowering her you will better be able to instruct her," he had told Igor, "then by all means do not hesitate."
The girl was to remain in Jolival for two weeks, the time of her husband's stay in Paris.
Fatima had been deflowered on that very evening. Igor had reserved this task for himself although he intended to turn over the education of the girl to Peter and Tania afterwards. They were called in to hold the patient during the operation, for Igor's experienced finger had immediately felt that her maidenhead was extremely tough and he feared that she would struggle fiercely.
But Igor had underestimated the toughness and strength of this wild desert flower. She had cast frightened glances about her when they had stretched her out naked, wrists and ankles firmly held on the hassock especially reserved for such a purpose. It was high enough so that the man could enter while standing up, the girl placed in such a fashion that her groin was at the very edge of the hassock.
In halting French, she had inquired as to their intentions but when she had finally understood what was to happen to her, her teeth had flashed in a joyous grin. She only seemed somewhat puzzled over all the efforts expended to hold her down.
When Igor had assaulted her, thrusting his prick into the breach, the membrane would not yield, but instead fof the expected cries of pain, Fatima had uttered a loud laugh. Igor's efforts and his failure seemed to amuse her very much and after a few minutes of vain effort on his part, her vagina was emitting generous amounts of lubricant. When she began to moan it was not from pain, but because she had become highly aroused.
Discouraged and somewhat sore, Igor had finally invited Peter to try his luck, since the young man's grin irritated him. To his dismay, Peter had been able to ram his highly erected tool into the narrow passage after only three tries.
Fatima had barely gasped and had immediately gone into orgasmic convulsions, clinging to the man and undulating as he copulated until he, too, found release.
From that time on, Fatima had been following Peter around the house wherever he went like a faithful little dog. He had found his instruction sessions with her a pure joy. He was looking forward to observing her and Ginette together, the blonde and the dark, exotic beauty! Tania's reports on Fatima's expertise with females led Peter to believe that Ginette would surely be delighted.
But he certainly didn't want to disappoint the girl now. She had been following all of his indications and instructions this afternoon and she was looking forward to the taste of his sperm which she loved so much. Peter had not yet ejaculated, not since very early in the morning, and he was confident that he would recover in time to give Ginette full satisfaction when she arrived.
"You go right ahead, darling," he therefore told Fatima. "You just keep doing this and in a minute you can turn around and suck it out. When you do, I intend to stick my tongue into your twat, so you don't have to worry. You'll enjoy it."
The girl gurgled with joy and went back to work on him. Passionate as she was, Fatima was quite able to move with delicacy and tenderness, to lick softly and slowly, feeding the man's excitement until he was ready. And indeed it did not take very long this time.
"Come now," said Peter tenderly and reached for her.
Fatima got up on her knees and turned about so that she could straddle Peter's face. They had done this before and she knew just what was expected of her.
On all fours, not pressing down but barely brushing against him, she allowed her breasts to caress his belly at first while he explored her crotch with the fingers of both hands. Her body twitched under this treatment and she began lapping at his thighs, inside, close to the private parts but not touching them.
Only when Peter pulled her down on him, making her squat lower so that he could reach her twat with his mouth, did she begin to move her tongue in circles over his glans. With both hands, she was holding the shaft, rubbing and squeezing it lightly. The contact of her lips, when she spread around the tip of the cock, was almost irritating.
Fatima was waiting for the signal, just as she had been taught to do. But when it came at last, when Peter's tongue darted up into the slippery little hole, tight and twitching, Fatima's head came down in a swoop, engulfing his prick.
Her breasts were slapping against his skin with her rapid, pumping strokes. Again he was surprised that a human being, and so frail and delicate a one was able to acheive such precise, machine-like pistoning, such rapid rhythm!
Gratefully, Peter slurped up the cunt juices Fatima was releasing all over his face. Knowing her predilection for such caresses, he dug both thumbs into her anus, pushing them in as far as he could, prying her open, digging and massaging the insides. Soon, very soon, he decided, she would have to be initiated there.
Peter felt ambitious about this particular pupil, having recognized her as exceptionally talented. He felt deeply sorry for her though, when he thought that she would have to share one man with a harem full of wives, a man who was already slightly past his prime, no matter how powerful and wealthy he was. After her brief stay in Jolival, she would forever disappear within the luxurious and secluded apartments of some far-off palace. It would be as if a great musician had been formed only to play for an audience of one, forever after.
Peter was determined to make sure that at least Fatima would become and remain the favorite of the harem and also that she would learn to find as much happiness as possible in the arms of her female companions. But this, of course, was mainly Tania's department.
For now he was content to feel his member being sucked into this agile and tireless mouth, happy to stuff his tongue up inoto the girl's recesses, and only a few minutes had passed when he knew that once again he would fill her mouth with his come.
The ejaculation came quite suddenly and quickly, much sperm pumping out of him with every squirt. Arching his back and contracting his muscles, Peter thoroughly enjoyed his climax, his arms solidly wrapped around the girl's slender hips as he pressed his mouth deeply into her cunt, wriggling his tongue to precipitate her paroxysm.
It followed his own almost immediately. A vibrating, nervous agitation went through every fiber of the slender body as her pelvis pumped up and down. Having swallowed all of Peter's sperm, Fatima was whimpering with pleasure as his prick slid out of her mouth.
"Come over here. Come, let me hold you a little while, my dear," he told her when it was finished. Fatima turned around and came into his arms and laid her head against his chest. It was quite obvious to him that since her arrival she had become particularly fond of him and Tania.
Gently he kissed her eyelids and then her arched lips. He could not get enough of this exotically beautiful face. Her nose, slender and aquiline in its downward sweep lent it only additional sensuality. The delicate nostrils always seemed to quiver as if in anticipation of some secret pleasure.
"You got girlfriend come visit?" she asked Peter, "nice girl you teach? Like with me?"
Peter hoped that the poor kid wasn't going to comedown with a case of jealousy. But he need not have worried. The "I hope girlfriend nice," she whispered, her teeth flashing in a brief grin. "Fatima like nice French girls, nice yellow hair, nice fat behinds!"
Peter chuckled. Except for the fat behind, Fatima should not be disappointed with Ginette. He remembered that her mother, in any case, was provided with ample fleshy cushions on which to sit, and Fatima would always be able to examine these at close range, unless Germaine's marriage had really made such a different woman out of her.
Fatima sat up after a little while and crossed her legs so that the little black bush of tightly curled hair formed a delightfully bunched-up tuft between her legs, framing a bright pink gash that opened shamelessly.
Smiling mischievously, more with her large dark eyes than with her mouth, she began massaging the man's balls, but he seized her slender wrist and shook his head.
"Not again, baby, not right now," he chuckled.
"You don't want stiff prick for visitor?" she smiled.
"Let her get it stiff. Listen, you know what would be nice? Go see if Tania is busy and if she isn't, ask her to come down to the salon. When the Durodain family arrives they would be delighted to see such a pretty tableau as the two of you embracing on a pile of cushions! That should put everybody in the mood for some fun."
Fatima nodded eagerly and jumped off the bed. Peter craned his neck to follow her with his eyes, never tiring of the feline grace with which her naked body moved.
Tania was indeed free, having just finished a rather difficult session with a young medical student who, although young and in good health, had an impotence problem. He was coming twice a week now in the afternoons, frantically intent upon erecting and ejaculating within the brief hour of his stay. Tania had never failed to help him and he was making distinct progress, although the need he had of seeing a woman do push-ups, and perfect ones, with her back absolutely straight and the toes alone touching the floor, while she sucked him, was slowly becoming too much for her.
"If this keeps up," she sighed when Fatima joined her in the little upstairs gymnasium, "I am going to have arms like a weightlifter."
"He special difficult?" smiled the girl who had just crossed the young man in the corridor. "Maybe I can make gymnastics. Me very light, very strong, you look," she grinned. With a graceful leap, she jumped up and seized the two rings Igor had installed and which he used every morning in his daily work-out.
With great ease, she pulled herself up, her arms flezing and her legs stretched. She moved them in a scissor-like fashion and finally left them spread out wide. She was smiling, apparently feeling no strain, and slowly she began to turn.
Tania went over to her and looked up at the rotating slit above her face. Laughing, she stretched herself up, standing on her toes, and succeeded in just touching Fatima with her tongue. She held still while the girl turned and turned, her tongue the central pivot of this juicy mechanism. Squealing qith delight, Fatima began to lower herself until she buried the young woman's face between her thighs.
Tania lifted her arms and held the girl. She was not too heavy to carry and Fatima understood right away what her instructor wanted. Gently, slowly, she released the rings and now sat squarely on Tania's face.
Tania, her head thrown back, supporting the entire weight of the teen-ager on her face, began to walk. She could not see where she was going, of course, but the girl who enjoyed the ride tremendously, gave her directions.
Flailing her arms for balance, Fatima called out, "Right! Left!" and, "watch out!" steps now, so that by carefully feeling her way and following directions, Tania finally carried her down to the salon and appeared before Peter.
"You are crazy-both of you," he laughed, "absolutely crazy. You could have broken your necks on the stairs. Well, I hope you remember that trick when our guests arrive. Did Fatima tell you?"
"Mmmmm ... mmm," said Tania, her mouth and nose still pretty much covered by the sitting girl, and she began to struggle to get her off. Peter stood up and received Fatima into his arms as she let herself fall forward, arms outstretched, screeching with delight.
"Wow," huffed Tania, wiping sweat and vaginal emission from her face, and then she plopped herself down into the nearest armchair. "If this isn't my day for exercises!"
"Well, you're not through yet," grinned Peter. "I guess she didn't tell you why I asked you to join me here?"
Tania shook her head and smiled. "I trust you are going to make it worth my while though, aren't you, lover?" Her hand slid toward his genitals in the intimate gesture of greeting that had developed between them.
"Ginette is coming with her mother and her stepfather," said Peter happily. "They should be here any moment now. They were picnicking in the woods nearby."
"Well, I'll be...!" exclaimed the young woman, and her eyes shone with joy. She turned to Fatima and took her hand.
"You are going to meet one of the nicest girls we have ever had here," she said. "Come, let me look at you, I want you to be just lovely when they arrive. Look, your hair is all messed up!"
With the fond gestures of a mother, she ran her fingers through the thick black hair of the girl. It was wavy and came down almost to the small of her back.
"Let me see your cunny hole, darling. I bet it isn't as clean as it should be, not after you spent so much time with Peter here!" she laughed.
"Oh, no, no! It's very clean," protested Fatima, and to prove that she spoke the truth, she thrust out her belly and pelvis at Tania, inviting her through digital inspection.
"Peter, he only fucked me here today," she added, and pointed to her mouth which she had opened round in the shape of an O.
Tania stuck her finger into the hole and rummaged around for a few seconds, making the girl squirm. Then she lifted it to her nose and sniffed.
"Well," laughed Peter, "what does it smell like?"
"Cunt! Just nice, fresh, clean cunt. With just a hint of tobacco, may I add. Didn't you tell me you were giving up smoking, Peter?"
They laughed and he shrugged, as if to say that whatever his many qualities, will power was lacking when it came to cigarettes.
"Well come over here, baby," said Tania. "We're going to get rid of that tobacco smell. And since I don't smoke ... There you are, Fatima-just lie back and open up wide...."
Of the three in the room, Fatima alone truly believed that what was being done to her now was intended to remove traces of tobacco smell from her twat, but whatever she did believe, the effects were not long in coming. The willowy body on the couch began arching up and writhing, her mouth opened in a silent scream.
"You're going to make her come again?" asked Peter. "She just had a climax."
"No, no," grinned Tania as she raised her smeared face. "I just want to keep her nice and warm. Listen!" She turned her head, for the doorbell had just chimed.
"Let the old woman open up for them," said Peter, "it will be more interesting for them if they find us together here. Come, let me hold Fatima's head on my lap while you suck her. She can nibble on my balls a little."
The couch was turned to face the wide, glassed doors leading into the courtyard, as it had been on the first day when Peter had arrived. From the door, the new arrivals would only see his face in profile and Tania's ass sticking up further below, much too far back for them to assume that she was working on him. To complete the picture therefore, Peter took Fatima's long, slender brown leg and lifted it, draping it over the backrest of the couch. It did not remain still of course, not with what was now happening between those widely spread thighs, and the curling of the toes, the tapping movement of the small foot were eloquent signs of her experiences.
"Hello, hello!" came Philippe Durodain's deep voice from the door. Peter looked at him and smiled, but then his expression froze with surprise when he saw Ginette standing there, between her mother and her stepfather. She was wrapped in a plaid blanket, holding it tightly around her, and her bare feet were sticking out at the bottom. At first, Peter was quite unable to tell whether they were really bare, but then he realized that all the black matter was simply caked mud.
There was almost as much dirt on the girl's pretty face than on her feet, streaked dirt, right up into the hairline. And the hair itself looked as if birds had just nested in it.
What was most surprising though was that in spite of all this, nothing could mar the sweetness and the prettiness of this little teenager's face and the blue eyes, twinkling merrily in all this mess, greeted him.
"Well, well," laughed Peter, "have you fallen into a sewer?"
Ginette shook her head and started running toward him, but then stopped suddenly.
"I'm too dirty," she said bashfully, hesitating to go and receive his kiss.
"Come over here, you silly. If I could only get up now, I would have grabbed you just as you are and licked you clean. But as you can see, I have been pressed into a little service."
Her eyebrows raising with curiosity, Ginette approached and peeked over the back of the couch into the eyes of Fatima. The Touareg had stopped fondling the man and had almost forgotten that she was being thoroughly serviced by Tania's tongue, so curious was she to see that little girl who had preceded her in this house.
"Hey! She's pretty!" exclaimed Ginette when she saw the delightful girl.
"You are very, very pretty, too," replied Fatima, and there was not the slightest irony in her voice. She had simply disregarded the muddy streaks and the messy hair as totally unimportant.
"You learned to be a good fuck here? You learned before me?" she added innocently.
"Yes, I sure did," grinned the girl.
"This is Fatima, Ginette," Peter introduced her formally. "She is a real Touareg."
Ginette looked at her with greater interest than before, her round eyes running up and down the lissome form.
"You are not blue?" she asked, surprised, and Fatima laughed. "Why, they do call the Touaregs the 'Blue People'," insisted Ginette.
"The skin gets blue from blue bournous Touaregs wear," explained Fatima. She was able to express herself quite well in French, and now that Tania had looked up and was following the conversation with a happy smile, she was not distracted in the nether regions.
"Use blue dye, very cheap, homemade, comes off on skin. Now, not wear bournous, not wear nothing, not get blue!"
Everybody laughed because Ginette looked truly disappointed. She realized how silly she had been and tried to make up for it.
"I like your skin much better like this, actually," she said. "I think it's like gold." Fatima looked pleased.
"Gold, but softer than gold. It is also like velvet and silk," continued Ginette, and held out a dainty, if dirty little hand.
"You want touch?" asked Fatima eagerly and sat up, her round firm breasts jutting out proudly, ready to accept all advances from this charming child. Gently Ginette cupped her left breast and stroked it as if it were a very delicate little animal.
"Yours are nice, so round and firm!" she sighed. "I hope I am going to grow a pair like yours."
"Still not finished?" asked Fatima, pointing.
"No, look!" Ginette opened the blanket which covered her and showed her the budding little tits, the petal-pink nipples.
"Oh, they just like mine last year, you see you get nice one too!"
Peter and Tania exchanged a meaningful glance. They both realized that these two teenagers would get along very well together. To further and encourage their friendship could only be to everyone's advantage.
"Monsieur Durodain, Madame," smiled Peter urbanely, and got up from the couch, "perhaps we shall let Fatima show your daughter around and take her to the bathroom on the same occasion. It looks as if Ginette has had some accident. Did she fall into some puddle?"
"No, my friend," smiled Monsieur Durodain. "I shall explain it to you. It was all part of a charming game. But indeed, it is over now and the child had better clean herself before anyone can touch her."
Fatima had already jumped to her feet and was taking Ginette by the hand.
"Come, come," she said eagerly, "come take bath!" Fatima make you nice warm bath, make you all clean!"
"That's right, go with her darling," said Germaine Durodain graciously. "But don't stay too long-I'm sure Pierre and Tania will want to say hello to you a little more tenderly once you are presentable again."
"We sure do," confirmed Tania. And then she, too, rose and went to the woman. As the children sauntered off, she very naturally, with delicate and graceful gestures, began to undress Ginette's mother.
Ginette herself, as soon as she was outside the door, felt her young guide's hand on her shoulder. It was an eager hand, one that would search and take what it wanted. For now it pulled and tugged on the plaid blanket.
Ginette allowed Fatima to pull it off. Looking down at herself, she was just a little embarrassed over her appearance. There was mud on her breasts and on her belly, dried and caked, but Fatima had seen worse in the desert. Her long, slender arms went around Ginette and she held her close, her pelvis grinding into her immediately. She did not speak and she did not have to. Her shining eyes told Ginette that she was desired.
"Bath! Remember?" she grinned, after briefly abandoning her lips to the sensuous kiss of Fatima.
"Yes, bath," cried Fatima gaily and pulled her along by the hand. "Upstairs, nice bath, all warm, all clean."
As every room in this house, the large bathroom was specifically designed for pleasure as well as for utility, and the white marble tub was quite sufficiently wide and long to accommodate two or even three people at the same time. One could almost have dived into it.
While the warm water was running into the tub, the two girls, suddenly a little shy now that they were alone and in these somewhat plush surroundings, looked at each other in silence, smiled and at the same time reached out tentatively. Together they burst out laughing at this incongruous timidity and fell into each other's arms.
There was no longer any holding back for Ginette, and she received the furious thrusts of Fatima's tongue with open mouth, surrendering completely to the tingling feeling that began to radiate throughout her body. She was pleased to find that the dark girl was exactly her own height, even though she was already completely developed. Ginette loved the harsh brushing of pubic hair against her skin. And then Fatima's hand went down to her secret triangle and an expression of surprise came into the girl's eyes.
"Why, you still little girl!" she exclaimed.
"You all bare down there!" With all the mud, she hadn't been able to tell by just looking. Ginette suddenly felt very self-conscious, but then saw that her playmate seemed delighted.
"Come quick now-we wash off a little and I look real good. Never saw European girl's little twat with no hair!"
She held Ginette's hand to help her climb into the tub and immediately followed. The water was just right and together they let themselves sink down into it, face to face, sighing in unison at the sensuous warm feeling that now enveloped their naked bodies.
For a few seconds they simply gave themselves to the bath, their eyes closed, holding hands.
"Is nice-so nice," murmured Fatima softly, and stirred a little, making little waves. "I wash you now, you must let me!"
There were no objections whatsoever on Ginette's part. She watched Fatima take the soft, big sponge and wet it, rub it with soap until it was covered with foaming lather. Then Fatima leaned forward and with gentle little strokes began first by cleaning Ginette's face. Then the sponge ran over the white round shoulders and down along the arms. Ginette raised them up high, showing her pretty smooth underarms and they too, were washed. But when it came to the breasts, so small and delicate, half-submerged and half out of the water, Fatima moved much closer, her legs wide open so that she could encircle her companion, and discarding the sponge she used her long, sensitive fingers. It was more of a massage, langurous and slow, than washing. Time no longer had any meaning and Ginette leaned her forehead against Fatima's. She, too, began to caress the gorgeous brown breasts before her and although they were both getting aroused, their movements remained slow and deliberate.
"You stand up, I do the rest," whispered Fatima. Ginette nodded without speaking. She knew what would happen now, she accepted it fully, she tingled with anticipation and rose to her feet.
Above her head a strong iron bar, intended to hold towels perhaps, when the tub was not in use, traversed the room. To this bar the girl now rose her hands, knowing that she would need something to steady herself with.
Fatima had taken up the sponge once more, and now she brushed it upwards, first on one leg then on the other, always higher, each stroke a little more insistent.
Even long before Fatima reached the vulva, Ginette was sighing softly to her.
But when the sponge was inserted between her legs and very slowly, millimeter by millimeter, was rotated and extracted again, her voice became deep and throaty with desire.
Ginette's legs trembled and buckled so that she had to grip the bar to which she held on with greater strength. She let herself go soft all over, concentrating all her efforts into her arms and the sponge splashed down into the water, immediately replaced by a long, golden-brown finger that came snaking into the widening crack.
It was something between a light caress, an exploration, and masturbation. Friction was applied to the clitoris until it grew to its quite unusual size, but the pressure was very light. Fatima watched the tiny button lengthen and harden with staring, unbelieving eyes, and when it was actually jutting out a little, she no longer resisted her impulses. With a shuddering sigh, she parted her lips and moved in.
The tongue touched first, gentle, warm, wet. An undulation ran through Ginette's body and she moaned. Then came the lips, soft, nibbling, touching and then sucking. Fatima puckered them up so that she could surround the tiny female penis completely and pulled it into her mouth. From below, her right hand searched slowly among the cunt lips and found the girl's orifice. One finger first, and then two, widening the gap, slid in.
With her left hand, Fatima began stroking Ginette's right buttock, twitching under the contact, and then rounded it, advancing into the secret cleft.
"Oh, Fatima ... oh, it's too much ... it's just too much!" groaned Ginette, and she let her head fall back. But when Fatima seemed to hesitate, Ginette moaned, "It's too much, but do it ... do it all-do everything and anything you want with me. Oh, yes!"
The sucking, the steady masturbating, all that the kneeling girl did was suddenly as if wiped away from Ginette's awareness, for uppermost and all-enveloping was the sensation of that one, patient finger, burrowing and searching at the rear entrance.
Tightening her belly muscles in the same manner as if she wanted to defecate, Ginette pushed out her asshole. It opened a little, ready to receive the gentle penetration, and the finger slipped into her innards.
In response to this intimate caress, Ginette's body began to jerk back and forth in quick, short spasms that were close to the movements of copulation. Her clitoris stabbed into Fatima's mouth and was instantly treated to a thorough massage with the tip of the tongue.
"I'm gonna come, Fatima-right now! I swear it-I'm gonna come all over your face! Oh, darling-darling! Yes, suck! Oh, please-please, suck! Yes-there! Oh, yes!"
Ginette was no longer conscious of the immense efforts she was making to cling to the iron bar, to hold herself upright. But nevertheless, her fingers never let go. They, in addition to the two stabbing fingers, deep inside her, were all that supported Ginette now, and her cries, her sobs of joy and pleasure filled the room and reverberated from the tiled walls.
When she was quite spent, when from between her violently trembling legs the last slimy drops of discharge had flown over Fatima's hand and face, Ginette let go, her fingers loosening and she fell into the dark girl's arms.
Carefully Fatima held and supported her and drew her close, hugging the child with great tenderness. Softly she began humming a monotonous tune of her native desert into Ginette's ear as if she were holding a sleeping baby, rocking her for a little while.
From a state that was neither awareness nor unconsciousness, Ginette finally emerged, relaxed, happy, life and power running through her limbs. With a sudden twist of her body she freed her arms and threw them around Fatima.
"You look wonderful girl, you lovely, lovely girl," she cried out and began covering Fatima's face, her neck, her shoulders with wild, child-like kisses. The girl laughed lightly and lifted her arms to let the eager little beaver at herself. First one and then the other dark brown nipple was sucked into the fierce, determined little mouth and Ginette soon had Fatima panting with excitement.
"I must do it to you. I just must! Right now! I want to make you come, darling. I want to see you jump, Fatima!" jubilated Ginette. Whatever she wanted, Fatima cooperated fully and allowed herself to be handled and manipulated, pulled and pushed this way and that until she finally found herself hanging over the edge of the tub, still kneeling inside her hands flat on the bathroom floor. In this manner her firm, round behind was sticking up and Ginette did not lose one second. She pried open the crack with both hands and thrust her face into it.
Although Fatima had not yet been cornholed, she was familiar with that particular manner of lovemaking since it was accepted as something entirely natural in her tribe. Many a time she had seen her father, beneath the goatskin tent of her childhood, taking her mother from behind. When she realized that it was her very anus Ginette tried to penetrate with her tongue, she therefore understood and accepted this fully. Whatever orifices Nature had given women, to her mind they were sources of pleasure and meant to be penetrated.
She herefore held still and strained as Ginette had done before, offering herself, pushing out the rectum, relaxing the sphincter muscles until the frenzied little tongue was indeed able to enter.
Meticulously clean and smelling of nothing but Fatima's fragrant skin, her asshole invited further and further probing until Ginette was barely able to breathe, so anxious was she to go further and further.
Her arms were encircling her partner now and she began to fumble around with both hands in the dense black bush until she found the cunt. She had to force herself to gentleness there, for her instinct was to pull and tear and scratch, so excited had she become once again. She began jerking off the girl, using one hand on the clitoris and the other on the hole, sticking her tongue deep into the protruding asshole, until Fatima, too, began to tremble and whimper. Her body responded to stimulation with jerky spasms that made her bounce up and down, and then she caught her breath and groaned. Her orgasm lasted for a long, long time, so intense and overwhelming that after the rapture she became as limp as a rag, as limp as Ginette had been only minutes earlier.
It was the French girl's turn now to support and lift her friend, and she pulled her back into the tub.
The water had become milky and dirty by then, the mixture of mud and cunt juice and soap making it necessary to let in fresh water if the two girls wanted to make a decent appearance downstairs. Ginette pulled the stopper from the tub and ran more water, until finally they were both once more sitting in a clear, clean bath.
The two girls now washed each other in all earnest, rinsed each other's hair and splashed eau de cologne all over themselves.
"Do you think they'll like the way we smell?" wondered Ginette as she sniffed the air.
"Is good smell," grinned Fatima. "Fine, elegant smell. Will not last with friends. Will soon smell from wet cunts, you see!"
Again they laughed, hugged and kissed and then climbed out of the tub and dried themselves off rather summarily. Their young skins still moist, resilient and softer than ever from the recent bath, they ran downstairs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
By the time the two young girls reached the group which had been waiting for them in the salon, Igor had joined them together with Hedi and Irene, the three of them stark naked. They had just finished a rather eventful session where their combined efforts were required to enable a young husband to possess his bride of only a few hours!
Igor was just reporting on the incident for the edification of his guests and when Ginette and Fatima entered they silently sat down together, their arms around each other, and listened to his tale. And since he was just describing the young woman's struggles and her panic at the moment of penetration, so violent that she had to be held down by her arms and legs, Ginette and Fatima began to jerk each other off.
"The poor thing had agreed to be brought here for defloration," said Igor. "There was nothing she would not have done to get her man, except open her legs. Some traumatic experience in her childhood, from what I understand. She had told him about her fears and he had convinced her to undergo some treatment here, but hse was far from expecting so quick and thorough a one!"
"You mean to say that the poor girl was simply raped by a husband too impatient to use gentle persuasion?" Germaine Durodain cried out, quite shocked. She was all for fun and games but abhorred true violence.
"You might call it rape, Madame," smiled Igor, "but I assure you hat she was the first to thank us when it was all over. No, believe me, people sometimes don't have enough experience of life to know what is best for them. Tonight, this couple will make love without the slightest impediment, whereas weeks, perhaps months might have otherwise passed, spent in mutual resentment, before defloration could take place.
"For all you know, Madame, such resentment could have damaged this marriage forever."
"Is is an interesting thought," mused Monsieur Durodain, "and it deals essentially with the old question of whether the end justifies the means."
"That is so, and as far as I am concerned the means are justified indeed when one is right," replied Igor. "Do not parents use their dictatorial authority, their physical strength at their own discretion, sometimes even inflicting pain upon their childen to save them from harm? And who is to say when a human being is no longer a child?"
They all wondered the question in silence for a few minutes and then Germaine beckoned to her daughter, smiling fondly.
"Come to your mommy, my darling, and stop masturbating that girl for a moment. Tell us, did I ever abuse you?"
Obediently Ginette went to her and put her cheek against her bare shoulder.
"No, Mommy, you were always sweet and gentle," she said. "And whenever you wanted me to do something that was necessary and I was reluctant, then you just did this to me," she added and took her mother's hand and put it between her legs, moving it back and forth, to the great amusement of the others.
"Oh, Ginette, what are you saying there!" scolded Germain and blushed to the roots of her hair. "I only started jerking you off recently! Only since I met dear Philippe who suggested it. "Nevertheless, inspite of her visible embarrassment, she did not take away her hand.
"And I never stuck my tongue into your pussy until after your stay in this house, when you were good and ready for it," she added triumphantly.
Philippe Durodain was not listening to what she said but leaned forward, following the movement of her hand with great interest.
"Germain," he asked, "is it wet?" And a happy gleam came into his eyes when she nodded. He sighed and sat back.
"It's too bad, but I am afraid I have spent myself completely on that picnic. With all those beauties around me I shall not even be capable of an erection! But never mind, never mind," he shrugged with resignation. "We did not come here for my sake but for the girl. Oh, dear Igor, if you knew how she insisted! But it is you, Peter, she was longing for most, I believe. Why," he smiled, all benevolence, "I would almost say she has a crush on you!"
It was Peter's turn to blush now, for the girl's feelings were most certainly returned by him.
"Now since we came for her sake, my friends," Philippe Durodain continued, "and since I know how fond you all are of her, why not make her the center of everybody's attention? Why not give each and every one of you a turn, and then Ginette can designate the one who has given her most pleasure."
General applause and exclamations of approval greeted his words. But he had not finished speaking yet.
"There is only one favor I ask, a kindness for a tired old man. True, my poor cock will not crow tonight, but the touch of sweet young lips will warm it. I am quite certain that this dark flower of the desert has had her turn with my stepdaughter, isn't that so, my darling?" he asked Ginette and the girl nodded.
"Well, then, Igor, may I be permitted to enjoy her attentions to the extent that it is possible for me, while I give you leave to eat out my stepdaughter's cunt to your heart's content?"
Again general approval met his request and Tania went over to Fatima and took her by the hand. The girl had been quite unable to follow the sense of Durodain's chosen words, her knowledge of the language was still too sketchy.
Shrivelled and drooping sadly, the man's prick was not exactly the most tempting object in the room and Tania had some misgivings about the girl's willingness. But would she find much better between her poweful husband's legs? It was perhaps as good a time as any for her to learn total obedience.
"Fatima, darling," smiled Tania as she pulled her into her arms, "since I am sure that you have enjoyed yourself with Ginette upstairs, would you do her stepfather a big favor? Do you understand what I'm saying?" The girl nodded.
"Philippe, come home with with me. Look! You will not get this prick to become stiff, at least I don't think so, but I would like you to put it into your mouth and be very, very sweet about it. I don't have to tell you how to do it, not after all we have shown you!"
Fatima bent down over the man's lap and gingerly touched the organ. It did not even twitch. Carefully she probed at it with her finger and then pulled the foreskin back over the glans. Squatting down without another word she gave it a couple of licks but then, instead of taking it, she rose again.
"Fatima now know much, but know something," she said timidly. "Touareg have special thing for nice, elderly gentlemen. In kitchen is honey?"
Tania looked at her with surprise. What a stange mixture of innocence and deep, ancestral knowledge lived together in the hearts of Africa's children!
"Irene, get the honey," she said quickly and the redhead darted off. "I believe we are going to see one of the secrets of ancient Egypt right here, before our eyes. Have any of you read Flaubert's "Salammbo"? He describes the schools for virgins they used to have, and I think some of that old knowledge had trickled down to the Touaregs."
Everybody waited with bated breath for Irene's return and when she brought the honey jar, Fatima took it from her with a smile.
She then turned to Philippe Durodain and opened the jar. Still smiling, she knelt down.
"Please, Monsieur, you stand up, yes?" And when he had gotten to his feet as she wanted him to, she lifted the jar until his hanging penis was immersed in it. With her finger she gingerly spread more of the sweet substance through his pubic hair and then lowered the jar again.
"Your turn, Monsieur. You show Fatima asshole, please," she then said. Patiently Philippe Durodain turned around and bent over, resting his hands on the armchair he had just left. And Fatima, taking more honey on her finger, began smearing it into the crack between his tired buttocks.
Tania quickly spread a towel over the expensive seat of the chair before the man sat down again and then he brought Fatima a pillow which she placed on the floor so that the girl might be comfortable.
Thanking her sweetly, Fatima sat down and, pushing with her hands, made the man raise his legs until he sat almost jackknifed, the bony knees at the height of his head.
It was not the most comfortable position possible, but Philippe Durodain did not complain for it was obvious what would happen next. His asshole, dripping honey, lay exposed, and into it now went the girl's tongue. Slowly it dug in and then rose, from the crack to the balls, up along the underside of the penis which she held up with two fingers and back down again. Then she swallowed the honey her tongue had gathered. But it was still so little, compared with the thick, sweet mass she had spread all over his groin that her task was all cut out for at least half an hour. And then there would be more, for the open jar of honey still stood on the floor, within easy reach.
The man's face expressed pure delight at this treatment and he smiled all around.
"Fatima is a very good young girl," he sighed, "and now I would like to see Ginette prove that these kind people's efforts have not been wasted on her. Ginette, my angel, won't you pick your first partner?"
The girl briefly bowed her head in acquiescence and, quite to the surprise of most of them, went straight toward Hedi and took her hand.
In passing she had cast a tender and reassuring glance at Peter who immediately understood that she would leave him for last, would enjoy him at her leisure after having satisfied all the others.
Hedi was quite delighted and together they went woard the middle of the room where everybody could clearly see them.
"Do you want to do it to me or would you like me to do it to you?" asked Hedi.
"Why not both at the same time?" replied Ginette.
"You mean a regular sixty-nine then? Oh, I like that. Come, you climb on me. We'll start right away without frills because the others are waiting their turn!"
She sat down on the floor and then stretched out, her shapely white legs wide open, her arms raised to receive the child."
"There is no hurry, really," said Germaine when her daughter mounted the young teacher. "You better take it easy and do a good job on her. We can all wait, you know."
Ginette only smiled. She had not the slightest intention of letting the girl out of her clutch before having provoked at least one good orgasm in her.
Down went her head, in went her tongue, and she began nodding quickly. Hedi groaned and began thrusting, somewhat startled by this sudden and efficient beginning. But then she received the girl's open gash upon her face and slipped her tongue up and down along it, felt the growing clit and then stuck it into the hole.
They were both experts by now and they knew how to recognize each other's responses, knew when to go fast and when to go slow. The naked flesh writhing on the floor was having its effect upon the spectators and while Irene kneaded one of her breasts with the left hand and tickled herself between the legs with the right, Germain cast a longing glance toward Igor who immediately went to her. Gallantly he knelt down before the woman and she received his kiss on her belly first and then into her crotch, once she had opened her thighs.
Hedi was the first one to begin whimpering, her knees going up and coming down again in rapid succession. Ginette lifted her face out of the young woman's crotch and planted two fingers of her right hand deeply into the gaping cunt, rotating them and twisting them back and forth since she remembered Hedi's need for greater pressure than the tongue could provide at that moment.
"She's coming, Mommy," she panted, her eyes having met Germaine's.
"Good girl," replied her mother. But it seemed to her that Ginette was not letting herself go completely, that she was somehow holding back.
"Are you going to come?" she asked, but the girl shook her head. "I want to come with Peter," she said.
"Hey, that's not fair. No, no," protested Tania. "You must climax with each of us so that you can tell who was best. What kind of competition is this if you don't want to enjoy us all?" Ginette had to agree that the young woman was right, ofcourse, and then remained in place even after Hedi had spent. Concentrating totally on her own sensations, her eyes closed and the little face tense and eager now, Ginette moved her tender parts over Hedi's tireless mouth and tongue. After two or three minutes she shuddered and a small cry of pleasure escaped her lips.
"This is it," said Germaine and turned to Tania. "I know the girl well. She is coming right now."
"How charming," smiled Tania. Her eyes shone with excitement and she gave Ginette little signals when the two girls rose from the floor, trying to attract her attention and be selected next.
Ginette, who loved her most dearly, immediately went to her. She put one arm around the sitting woman's shoulders and pointed to her snatch with the other hand, pulling up on the skin of he pubis so that the stillerect clitoris stood out.
"Look, Tania. Is that what you like? Will you eat it for me? Would you want me to stick it into your mouth and fuck your tongue with it?" She knew what to say to excite her.
Germaine put her hand on Igor's head. He was quite actively engaged at her feet now, his fingers working furiously, but there was something else she had now wanted of him.
"Igor," she murmured, "perhaps your sister needs you now?"
He looked up and smiled. Her meaningful look told him that even more than his hand-job, she wanted to watch him perform with the female couple.
"Irene," he called to the redhead, "would you take over here?" and the young woman immediately came to sit at Germaine's feet, putting three slender fingers into the spot where the man had used two of his strong digits.
Igor rose and took his sister's bare arm, covering it with kisses from he elbow up to the shoulder. She looked at him with pleased surprise and rose to her feet when he pulled her up.
"Honey, what do you want?" she smiled. "Ginette is going to give me her pussy now."
"Well," he chuckled, "can't I be of service too? I shall service you while you work on the girl, if you want."
"Oh, you are really a darling," she exclaimed and threw her arms around him. Briefly she flicked her tongue into his mouth and felt the turgid penis of her brother as it poked against her belly.
"Come on, now, let's not delay this. I believe the kid is in a hurry to get through with all of us so she can give herself to Peter," he whispered into Tania's ear and she nodded, understanding Ginette's motivations perfectly.
The group did not form on the floor but Igor pulled over a table that stood against the wall, placed it squarely in the middle of the room and laid a cushion on top. He then put his hands into Ginette's armpits and easily lifted her up, setting her down on the table, legs dangling over the edge. Sweetly he gave her nipples a few licks to make sure they would be turgid and erect to the eyes of everybody and then stepped aside to give his sister room.
She immediately bent down and began kissing the child's belly at first, but quickly let her tongue slide down along the tender bare skin and into the crack. She was licking upwards as she teased the clitoris when Igor grabbed a chair and pulled it up behind her, sat down and hefted his erected prick with his right hand, pointing it straight at his sister.
"Come, Tania, sit down on me now," he murmured. And she, without taking her mouth away from the open cunt before her, lowered her buttocks until she felt his organ slide forward between her legs. With a slight wriggle she got herself into just the right position and pressed down, letting Igor's prick enter her vagina at an exciting angle.
Holding her around the waist and playing with her boobs, her brother started moving, giving her a good ride. The constant friction of his cock against the walls of her channel stimulated her so much that she began to slobber all over Ginette's pussy, adding saliva to the natural flow of juices.
As the game continued, Ginette, in her ecstasy, realized she wanted to stay at the school and would strive to do so at any cost!
