The Road to Perversion is strewn with sensual, voluptuous adventures, each unique-all imaginatively executed...."What do little girls get after a spanking?-Lollipops!
-So the young woman got busy and with a spoon, she spread jam over the two erect members.-Which lollipop do you prefer, Nicole?
-Your husband's for a change!" Intriguing ADULT reading.
CHAPTER 1
Nicole glanced anxiously at her fianc''s worried expression, then her eyes glanced down at the dash-board, staring at the alarming red light which had 'just stopped winking and stabilized itself with disquieting brilliance.
"There's not much left."
"Dry! If we haven't found an open garage in the next ten kilometers we'll run out of petrol."
"You should have stopped before leaving the last town, the garages were open there."
"All the same, during the holiday time I thought that they would all be open, even in open country. Ah! I'm sorry that I listened to you. If we had taken the main road we wouldn't have any difficulty filling up." The young girl, glancing him a reproachful look interrupted him.
"And if you hadn't wanted to overtake that Citroen just to prove that a T.R. 4 has better acceleration, you would have stopped, tell the truth!"
He shook his head impatiently, he felt responsible. Michel was furious with himself and with his fiancee for having guessed the reason for his negligence. He didn't answer; her argument was irrefutable.
Just when the little sports car was going to climb a sloping hill, the engine began to cough. It slowed down, jumped forward at the driver's urging, then lost speed and slowed right down, jerked again and Michel guided it over to the side of the road and wedged it onto the grassy embankment.
"Curtains!" said Michel, switching the starter off with an angry gesture. "Come on, let's get out. We'll push it onto the grass." They jumped out of the car and angrily slammed the door.
"You drivers are all the same! Now look where we are. And all that because of your stupid pride!"
"Ah give over, please. I'm mad enough as it is. That doesn't get us anywhere! Come on! Push! Christ will you push!"
Gritting her teeth so as not to make things worse with wounding words which were on the tip of her tongue, the young girl propped herself onto the back of the car and, arms and hocks stretched, her trunk almost parallel with the road steeling her muscles, she pushed with all her strength. Was she thinking, that while the car bumped and jolted over the uneven ground that, in the spotlights of passing cars she offered a very enchanting spectacle to the drivers? Certainly not. She had other things to think about than dreaming that her very short black velvet skirt, which uncovered the small of her back, under the pressure of her voluminous backside rose up so much that the lace of her panties jutted out from under it.
Certain drivers slowed down but she didn't pay any attention to them.
"What to do now?" asked Nicole bitterly, massaging her muscles, when the car was finally parked.
Wanting to appear relaxed, the boy took her by the waist and, pulling her towards him, said in forced voice.
"Make love ducks!"
But the young woman was not to be had. Squirming fiercely between the hands which had begun to wander vulgarly over her body, she exploded, "This is no time to think of that! And don't call me "ducks" and put on that common look, you know I hate that sort of thing."
Cooled off-anyway Michel, as much as his girlfriend, didn't feel like making love-he let go of her body, very appetizing to boot, sighed, countenance darkened.
"We'll have to hitchhike."
He opened the boot and took a jerry can out, held it out to Nicole saying "Here, take this. You go with the driver and get it filled. With five litres I could reach Moulins."
"Ah! You've got a spare can ... Empty! Congratulations!"
Since they had stopped the traffic had become scarce. It was two in the morning and the few motorists who saw their raised thumbs didn't much care about their troubles. Ah! If the young woman had been alone.
"How far is it to Moulins?"
"About ten kilometers."
"Okay. Well, I'm going on ahead on foot. I'll surely find someone to pick me up. Bye-bye, enjoy yourself."
"You're leaving like that? Take your waterproof at least, I think it's going to rain."
"So what. Don't you think its warm enough? I'm stifled."
"Exactly! It's the heat before a storm. It'll be raining cats and dogs in half an hour."
"Doesn't matter! I'll keep one for you." She was already walking away and Michel caught up with her.
"Take your waterproof."
"No! Leave me alone. My nerves are on edge, don't annoy me."
"All right! Do as you like. I don't care if you get wringing wet."
The young girl detached herself from Michel and continued her way crossly. She had been walking for about three quarters of an hour when the first drops fell onto her forehead.
Far away in front of her, flashes pierced the inky blackness. A roll of drums followed closely, then, almost immediately, a veritable wall of water fell onto the countryside, showering Nicole, looking desperately for somewhere to shelter.
A lonely tree was the only apparent protection. Powerless against the storm, cursing and crying with rage, the poor girl shivered with cold. Pressed against the trunk of the tree, she bitterly regretted not having taken her boyfriend's advice when he had told her to take her waterproof.
Her long black hair, streaming with rain, hung in rats-tails on her shoulders and back and stuck to her cheeks. The only garment which covered her torso, a thin unbuttoned green-silk, the tails knotted on her stomach, was ringing wet and clung to her massive pear-shaped breasts, jutting out like two torpedoes, nipples pushing against the cloth. As for her skirt, already tight, it clung to the fabulous outline of her magnificent buttocks like dancing tights.
Three cars whose occupants didn't see or pretended not to see her, passed. Suddenly two spotlights, higher and wider than those on a car grew larger and larger. Gathering up her courage she jumped the little ditch and stood resolutely in the middle of the road waving the petrol can. Either he stops or runs over me, she thought. He has to do the two things.
It took a long time for it to reach her. Heavily charged, the lorry advanced slowly. Good Lord, doesn't he see me? Nicole asked herself while the lorry came closer and closer. Fear took hold of her. Her teeth began to chatter. However stoic, she didn't recoil an inch, forcing herself to stand akimbo to give more authority to her silhouette. When sure that the lorry was going to run over her, she readied herself to jump into the ditch. The hissing of hydraulic brakes emerged above the roaring of the engine and the drumming of the storm, the somber mass stopped brutally in a screech of grinding metal. A few seconds went by-without doubt the time needed for the driver to let down the window-before a harsh voice called out;
"Are you mad! A little more and you went under the wheels!"
In spite of the hardly encouraging tone and the vulgar accent of the driver, Nicole felt a great wave of pleasure brought on by relief invade her. She ran towards the cab, climbed onto the high steel step, opened the door and leaned into the cab, shouting, "Give me a lift, please, my fianc' and I ... "
"Sure, sure, hurry up and get in, can't stay here right in the middle of the road."
She hadn't even finished closing the door and already the lorry was moving off with a loud rattle.
"Bah! You can tell me about it later," growled the lorry-driver squinting at her round thighs almost naked to the very tops.
The young girl surprised his fleeting look. She tried to cover up her nudity by pulling on the end of her skirt. It was really illusive. What's more, the man who was about forty and as heavy as his lorry, asked her, "That a belt you've got on your backside or did your skirt shrink in the rain?"
Then his ferret eyes, sunk deep in their sockets, moved slowly up her body and stopped on her magnificent jutting breasts more than naked, moulded by the cloth which had become almost transparent, and which the rain had hardened even more by erecting her sharp nipples. His mocking smile was suddenly wiped away and an evil grin appeared on his face. Squeezing further into her seat the young girl felt the weight of the insane desire weigh on her. With instinctive prudishness, she covered her indecently revealed breasts with her hands. Thinking credulously, to attract his attention elsewhere, she said:
"Could you bring me to the nearest garage? I'll pay you of course."
The man, whose attention was now on the shining road, chewed on the end of his narrow cigar before asking in a cunning, calculating voice:
"You got enough?"
"Enough what?"
"Dough."
Nicole bit her lip. She hadn't taken any money ... How was she going to pay for the petrol?
"Blast! I left my handbag in the car."
"Aha! How're you going to cough up?"
Then shrugging his shoulders with false good-naturedness, he added, "That can always be arranged" (he didn't say how!). "But what about the pump-hand...."
You're an idiot, thought Nicole. Then, taking hold of herself very quickly, she used the only weapon a girl in difficulties has, charm and softness.
Putting her hand on his robust shoulder, forcing herself to cry, she murmured, "Listen, Mister, be nice, don't leave me in trouble. Lend me enough to pay the petrol and give me your address. I swear I'll send you fifty francs when I reach St. Tropez."
Instead of being moved he burst out laughing.
"Well--well, say, you're not afraid to ask ... Only thing is, I'm not a money lender. I prefer cash!"
"But, but...." stammered Nicole, refusing to understand, "I told you I haven't any...."
"Come off it, a body like yours is worth more than fifty. I'll make you a proposition; we'll stop for a while at a lay-by, we'll lay down on the bench and I'll give you twenty ... O.K.? "
Although she had had quite a few lovers in her life, and was of a rather volcanic nature, Nicole, used to young daddy's boys, couldn't see herself doing it with this grizzly bear. Putting all she had into, it she used an argument which she thought should put him off.
Bursting into tears, she whined, "Give me a break, Mister. I'm still a virgin, really. And I'm engaged to a young man from a good milieu, who wouldn't accept me if I weren't a virgin when I got married ... You have a wife without doubt, a daughter perhaps, surely you understand me...."
Twisting the wheel so as to direct the lorry over to the side of the road the man said, "Wrong! I've no wife, therefore no daughter. At least as far as I know. Secondly, I'd be very surprised if you were still a virgin because they just don't dress in an almost transparent skirt so short. On the other hand, they don't go to St. Tropez which is the capital of free love. So you see, don't take me for an idiot. Maybe I'm not one of your imagine boys but as for riding, there's no equal. Ask any of the girls in the roadside cafes where I stop to eat. They'll tell you. Old Marcel gives a good turn. Anyway, you'll be able to see for yourself."
At the same time as the engine, Nicole's heart stopped beating. Eyes bulging, she saw his features, disfigured by excitement coming toward her. Then, shrinking, she felt two hard hands as big as steaks, strong as vices, closing over her feeble arms.
Shaken, she whispered.
"Leave me alone, please, leave me...."
"Come on, don't play around. We're wasting time, lie down on the bench."
"No! Please...."
"Just once, be an angel, you won't regret it ... "
Letting go of her arms, he grasped her breasts. His fingers, big as sausages, massaged her flesh through the flimsy corsage which was still damp, and avidly squeezed the ripe fruits.
He got angry, she afraid. He tried to kiss her. She twisted her neck away to avoid the cheap tobacco and wine smelling mouth. Each quoted his litany. To his "come ons" she replied "No, no!" When he pulled at her blouse one of her breasts popped out, splendidly formed, quivering, shaking with the impulsions of her quick breathing. Nicole lost her head. Groping she searched for the door handle, opened it and with a bound, jumped into the dark.
Falling onto the slippery and uneven ground, she twisted her ankle. A flashing pain shook her as she tried to get up. Crying, she fell down rolling in the mucky water, one of her shoes being carried away by the current. Spluttering, she climbed up and slid into the bushes. Thorns tore what was left of her blouse.
The unchained sky constantly furrowed with dark clouds, emptied its liquid with the same tenacious intensity. While she was regaining a bush thicker than the others, hoping to hide behind it, the fourteen stones of the lorry driver nailed her to the ground.
She screamed with fright, jerked until she was on her back so that she could defend herself better. She tried to push him off with feet and hands, but he leaned so heavily on her that her efforts were in vain.
Lying full-stretched on the squirming girl, he took both her wrists in one hand and with his free hand he tugged her little skirt up toward her stomach. His knee tried to force itself between her closed thighs. He panted like a bullock. Face distorted, saying nothing, he put all his strength into the rape he was about to perpetrate.
He must have opened his fly before jumping her for Nicole felt an enormous hot palpitating sausage swelling against the flesh of her naked thighs. She burst out sobbing, while her fragile pink panties inexorably left their port.
Squirming and gesticulating even more under him, she pleaded.
"Don't take my panties off, please! No! I don't want to!"
But he, guided by the unchanging need to rejoice in this almost juvenile flesh, seized her intimate underclothes breaking the elastic, tearing the fine lace, ripping the silk. Her panties tore into shreds. He had only to lift away the shreds to come to the love-nest and bathe her luxurious buttocks in the gray mud.
Marcel would have liked to touch, tickle, fiddle with the brown outcrop, whose hairs deliciously scratched his prick, before cleaving an ineffable tunnel in Nicole's heaving stomach, but time was short and the incessant rain, freezing his back dissuaded him. Once again he closed his hand over her breast, massaging it and twiddling the nipple with the end of his thumb.
"Open your legs," he panted.
"No, no! Go away."
She knew that he would finish by taking her. She fought valiantly, convulsively crossing her legs to prohibit the entrance to her grotto to the great stake which rubbed obscenely against her pubes. Even slaps wouldn't have broken her determination. He had to torture her breast for her to give in. Pinching the nipple violently he exercised a turning movement. She turned, twisted, screaming with pain. Teeth chattering, she uncrossed her thighs but still wouldn't open them. He increased the pressure, breathing into her mouth.
"Open your thighs you bitch, or I'll twist your tits right off!" His penis had encrusted itself between her legs. Mad with terror, the young girl felt the top of the organ beat against her clitoris, from where no enchanting thrills emanated.
The tyrant's fingers turned round. Nicole had so much pain that she thought she was going to faint. Body trembling, she capitulated. Her thighs opened slowly, delivering the secret well to the barbarous perforator. At the prick's hard push, the fleshy lips of her sex separated, her vaginal canal widened, the man entered into her without precaution, not caring if she was dry and that the sliding of his prick was inflaming delicate tissues. With great blows, he reached the bottom of her canal which didn't want him. That reminded Nicole of her deflowering a few years before in a mixed college. She was fourteen then. She had offered herself to one of her comrades, six months older than her. But between these two scenes the analogy stops at the pain, for the youngster hadn't ravaged her virginity by force like the lorry driver. And it was so painful for her until he bumped against the neck of her womb, that she had the impression that her insides were all torn. Planted into her stomach, testicles crushed against the base of her buttocks, Marcel stopped for a few moments of respite before flowing into the satin sheath which exquisitely fastened onto his cock. Then he moved. His member withdrew with all it's length, less the head, then pushed forward only to come out again in a lancing friction. From the middle of her insides, Nicole felt an agreeable electricity diffuse over her, weak yet, but which would bring a pleasure that she knew but too well. She whimpered and arched her back. The man accelerated the in-out rhythm. A warm dampness covered his member which suddenly moved between the walls more easily. Then he had the sensation that an internal siphon was sucking him in. Letting the young girl's breast and wrists go he put his hands into the mud, seized her naked buttocks and lifted them up while plunging himself into the palpitating furnace.
"You're starting to like it eh, whore? You going to come with Marcel's cock, eh?"
"N ... No...." whimpered the girl, refusing the evidence, shaking her head. But at the same time she pushed her stomach forward sucking up his penis and her twisting and striving had nothing hostile about it. She participated, she gave herself frankly, she sacrificed her pride, her social taboos to her fired senses despite herself.
Eyes closed, heaving sighs, she ignored the rain drumming onto her face and the mud which dirtied her tightly held buttocks. She didn't care that her lover was ignorant, that the ground on which she was fucked was soaked and that her clothes were so torn that she could never put them on again. Only one thing mattered, that the orgasm which was beginning in her lower abdomen would radiate all through her body and raise her to the heights of heavenly pleasures. And with such go did she lance her pubes to the meeting of the other pubes, with such enthusiasm she exhorted her laborer to cleave her even more savagely. She threw her arms around his neck, forcing him to lower his head onto her breasts, nipples hard. Then, throwing her head back, she cried "Suck them! Bite them! And fuck me! Fuck me with all the strength in your back! Burst my hole! Shove it up to my heart!"
Scraping the earth with her heels, she rowed with her legs. When the orgasm shook her, drunk with happiness, shivering with sensual fever, she knotted her legs over his back and pushed as hard as she could to feel him deep in her. From her throat escaped a tearing whine which died out slowly on her trembling lips. But the spasms which shook the cock in her vagina, the percussion of spouting sperm hammering the bottom of her ventral pocket immediately revived the dying fires and for the second consecutive time, she swooned with pleasure at the fire in her body.
When she came out of her swoon, the growling lorry was already moving and when, breasts naked, buttocks and stomach uncovered because of her skirt crushed up around her waist, she ran after him, the lorry was too far away.
With the disappearance of the red lights in the night, Nicole lost all hope. Cursing her luck, she mechanically pulled her skirt down. She fell onto the grass and cried bitterly.
How long did she stay there, half naked, sobbing on the ground? A quarter of an hour? An hour? She couldn't say. She only really took consciousness when a leather gloved hand fell onto her shoulder. She hadn't heard the big car stopping. What also made her come out of her faint was the brusque cessation of the rain drumming on her flesh. And what's more it was still raining.
Surprised, she raised her head. Her look encountered a handsome face. The man, holding an umbrella and whose eyes were hidden behind big sunglasses-she noticed this and was surprised as it was still dark-spoke to her softly. At last she heard the words.
"What happened to you, but come and warm yourself in my car. You can explain to me on the way. Have you nothing to put on?"
Nicole waved vaguely with her hand. She spoke as the helpful man helped her to her feet.
"My b-b ... blouse and my underclothes are, are in shreds."
"That doesn't matter. My wife will lend you all that you need. I live a few kilometers away. Come."
Too shaken to resist-anyway it was her only chance-Nicole slid into the sumptuous car.
"Take the rug and put it on your shoulders, you're shivering. If you escape a good cold one could say that you have a strong constitution."
Nicole smiled. She thought about Michel. What had happened to him? He must be worrying. Maybe he had been given a lift and had told the police of her disappearance. By the way, the police!
"Sir, could you stop at the nearest police station? I've been raped by a lorry-driver...."
"Raped by a lorry driver! Blast!"
At his insistence she told of her plight, omitting, of course, that she had taken a lot of pleasure. Moreover, if the driver hadn't been so incorrect towards her and hadn't abandoned her, she wouldn't have dreamed of denouncing him!
The man with a film-star's profile, well dressed in a pearl gray suit, tapped her on the thigh in a protective way and said, "Don't worry, we'll do what's necessary when you've been bathed and have eaten. I've got friends high up here, I'm a senator. I'll get the police after this dirty old man."
"And my boyfriend?"
"We'll search for him as well. Don't worry, everything will be all right."
CHAPTER 2
Jacques Derval's estate was very modern. Undoubtedly designed by a "way out" architect, it was really built with Hollywood extravagance. It was a long rectangular building of which the roof, made of a kind of cement leaves irregularly incurved, jutted well over the facade which was made of glass, shielding a gallery of pink floor slabs leading to a swimming pool.
The garden was divided into two distinct parts. The house and swimming pool looked over a great garden full of flower beds, a wall, the same as the one which surrounded the perimeter, separated the garden from another which seemed to Nicole to be a sort of small-scaled virgin forest.
With day break, as if the rising sun had been stronger than the moon for chasing the storm away, the good weather came back. The sky of an uncertain blue at that time of the morning, was uniformly pure, absolutely no clouds to be seen. And if the soil hadn't been humid and the flowers dripping, one could have been pardoned for thinking that there had been a storm.
Jacques showed Nicole into the vast living room, furnished with Swedish furniture, very low and square, cut in good quality wood and black and white leather on which, here and there, bright colored cushions threw optimistic lights.
"Take off your skirt or you'll catch a horrible cold. Here, take this towel to cover yourself. Meanwhile I'll make you a good hot coffee. My wife, Lisa, will look after you. Sit down here, I lit the electric radiator."
The young girl waited until he had gone out before taking her skirt off. She scraped the dry mud off her skin with her nails. The towel which her host had given her was in linen, with great black and white squares, and it just fit round her large shapely hips. When she had knotted it, much lower than her numbril so that her pubes were decently covered, she noticed that the two ends didn't join and that a large portion of thigh was bared. She shrugged her shoulders unworriedly. Nicole wasn't particularly prudish-she was, on the contrary, rather an exhibitionist ... and as the man who had brought her there pleased her ... .
Well snuggled into the rug, she bent over the radiator until Jacques came back carrying a little tray. She seized the large bowl of coffee then said, "Excuse me for insisting, Sir, but isn't it time to warn the police, even if only by telephone. Especially for Michel, my boyfriend...."
"Of course, my dear child, it's quite natural."
"Where is your telephone?"
"There, at the bar, but let me see to that. My reputation will soon get them working on it--"
Derval had a long conversation with a police Captain. He told him what the young girl had told him, gave all the necessary indications for finding Michel and the lorry driver as quickly as possible. Before hanging up, he asked, "Should this young lady go to the station to sign the testimony?"
"No! It's not completely necessary."
"Yes, I would prefer that, she needs rest. Thanks. I'm grateful to you. Bye Bye. The good day to your wife." Then he hung up.
"There you are! Don't worry about anything, they'll get on to it right away."
Nicole heaved a sigh of relief. She felt better. And only her faith saved her, for during all the time that her host had been talking to the Captain his hand had been on the cradle, cutting off all communication.
"Well, now I'll see if my wife is awake."
"Oh please, don't disturb her, it's still very early."
"Eight o'clock now! Mrs. Derval never gets up any later."
Nicole passed her hand through her bushy hair, which was straggling all over her face.
"Have you got a comb? I must look awful like this. I couldn't meet Mrs. Derval looking like this."
Jacques got her one, then he went into his wife's room.
Alone, Nicole got up, stood in front of the mirror and started combing her hair. Her raised arms agitating, made the rug slip on her shoulders. She made no move to stop it when it uncovered her breasts nor took the trouble to lift it up when it fell to the ground. Continuing to brush her hair without paying any attention to what she was doing, she only had eyes for her heavy white breasts with large brown nipples which wobbled and shook when she moved her arms. Nicole was very proud of her breasts. They were a challenge to the law of gravity. In spite of their great opulence, there wasn't the hint of a crease announcing their flopping. However, a worried line furrowed her brow. She thought, maybe one day I should start thinking about wearing a brassiere. They won't hold up horizontally forever. I'll soon be twenty and in a few years my pectoral muscles will lose their suppleness. They'll start falling down and goodbye my beautiful stiff breasts, their "eyes" will be sadly downcast.
When she had fixed her lovely head of shining hair, Nicole took her breasts in her hands and began to massage them lasciviously, looking at herself doing it in the mirror. If she had been certain that she wouldn't be disturbed at her solitary prestations, she would have satisfied herself with fingers divinely able at this game, as she did every morning in her bathroom before dressing. At night also, she masturbated herself, even when she had just got out of bed with her boyfriend ... or someone else. It had become a ceremony with her, a ceremony which was an essential act of her day, resembling the devotions of a believer who can't sleep before saying his prayers at night.
She heard the man and his wife coming early enough to hide her semi-nudity. However, she made no effort to close the rug around herself. She let her breasts go and took the brush and tried to look natural. She wanted to know how her hostess would react when she saw her turning round, bare breasted, without false modesty.
"Good morning," said a crystal clear voice.
The young girl didn't try to act caught by surprise. She didn't widen her eyes, she didn't cross her arms across her breasts, she didn't say in a tearful voice, "Oh! Excuse me, I didn't hear you coming." She lowered her arms, swung round on bare feet, without excessive slowness producing an acted pose, nor with the briskness of shy people who show themselves insolently to hide their embarrassment. She executed the pivot with a grace and simplicity which pleased Mrs. Derval. Nevertheless, she blushed when she faced the new arrival, not with confusion, but with jealousy....
She had guessed that her handsome host's wife would be a beautiful specimen, but not as much as that. And although she was nearing the thirties, Lisa could have held her head above any young adolescent beauty. The same height as Nicole, about five feet six, Mrs. Derval was slender bodied and had extremely long fine legs, small hipped, but well curved, and, from what Nicole could see of the two bulges which starred her silk pajama vest-she wasn't wearing the trousers.
Jacque's wife had breasts of an appreciable volume, and they were very high. And this was not because of a padded brassiere, for it was easy to see that the young woman wasn't wearing one. This was seen by the quivering which shook the silk garment and by the jutting tits which seemed to be able to burst through. Her silvery-white hair accentuated her oval face and her smooth tanned skin offset this lightness.
Inclined to criticize her own sex, especially when they could rival her in beauty, Nicole reassured herself that Mrs. Derval's features were too sculptured for her not to be cold like Greek masks which are frozen into an immobility which deprives them of soul.
But, as if having guessed this severe judgment, Lisa had wanted to prove the, contrary, she smiled, and it was enchanting. And Nicole was obliged to admit that one couldn't not fall under the spell of this double row of shining white teeth, the curve of her sensual lips, the dimples which furrowed her cheeks, her long green eyes looking out from under long black eyelashes.
Subjugated by these marvels, the young girl stepped forward to meet Mrs. Derval, hand outstretched. But when they were within touching distance, Lisa, ignoring the proffered hand, took Nicole by the shoulders and, drawing her close, embraced her lightly and so closely on the sides of her mouth that our heroine was sensually shaken. An instant, the tips of their breasts, separated by the thin pajama silk, touched as if by accident. Nevertheless, Nicole suspected that her hostess had done this on purpose.
"Right, I'll leave you now that you have been introduced. I have driven all night and would like to rest for a few hours," said Jacques, leaving the room.
Lisa linked her arm into Nicole's and, drawing her towards the bathroom, constantly bumping her with her hip, she interrogated her on the "horrible" night she had spent outside.
The bathroom entirely pink tiled, was of exceptional dimensions. As for the bath, it was replaced by a great sunken pool, fed by a fountain whose gargoyle, representing an enormous cock provided with enormous testicles, was made of gold!
Attentive without seeming to be, Mrs. Derval observed the reactions that this incongruous element had on Nicole, who realized at once that this was a test and who did nothing to dissuade her hostess that the monstrous penis didn't interest her. On the contrary, she examined it at length with bright eyes. Neither one nor the other made any comment, they knew what to expect of each other. It would have been too early to engage in dialogue on this subject.
"I'll help you to wash that mud off," said Lisa detachedly, while she took the liberty of undoing the towel around her guest's hips.
Once she was integrally naked, Nicole stepped into the pink marble bath and entered the green water of an emerald transparence. The water was very warm and very soft, she lay voluptuously on her stomach. When she turned over onto her back, she saw that her new friend had just finished taking off her only garment. Under her pajama vest, she was absolutely naked, no panties covered her golden fleece. Lisa got in to bathe and a long shiver ran over Nicole. The bath was large enough for them to turn without touching each other.
After several minutes, getting up, Mrs. Derval held her hand out to the young girl.
"Let's move over to the fountain. There are some steps there where we can soap ourselves."
Nicole let herself be guided and she didn't flinch when Lisa placed her hand on the monumental prick on which not a single detail was missing.
"Hold onto this for I'm going to rub you and you might fall."
Lisa soaped her hands and began rubbing it onto Nicole's back. At once an incommensurable vertigo stunned Nicole. She, never having made love with one of her own sex, apart from the hasty touches in the school toilets with other virgins, felt a real sexual attraction for Lisa. And while the soft hands soaped lower and lower each time, her insides began to secrete the love-juice. The warm caress reached her buttocks, surrounded them with efficient polishing and then her skin stood out in goose-pimples. A wave of heat flushed her cheeks, a veil of mist clouded her eyes. Sliding into the deep furrow between her cheeks, the fingers filtered along to the cap of her sex while others, having entoured her thorax, took hold of one of her breasts.
Nicole perceived the panting which her seducer tried to suppress and this enchanted her. She wouldn't have liked to be the easy prey of a love expert, cold and sadistic, whose only goal was to savor her conquest, to let herself be conquered by one of these demoniac beings who don't participate, being uniquely based on the debasement that they create.
One lone finger slowly remounted the length of the valley of her backside, scratching the bottom with the fingernail. For a brief instant she contracted her buttocks, marvelously spheric, then relaxed them, while the vertiginous descent continued which, this time Nicole hoped, would know no limits.
The index finger, which ravaged her nerves, passed over the cap of the anus without pressing on the thin swelling which emitted a few shudders, came out of the back passage and entered into the damp furrow oily with lubricant, of her grotto. Letting a hoarse cry out, she brutally closed her thighs on the hand between them, then, almost immediately, she opened them wide, hollowing the small of her back with the licentious projection of her buttocks. Warm and perfumed breath tickled her neck, a delicious murmur flowed into her ear.
"You are beautiful, Nicole, and marvelously sensual. I love you already and desire you passionately. Don't do anything for the moment, let yourself go under my caresses. Don't try to return them, that will come later."
Two velvet lips, hot and spongy, glued themselves to her shoulder and an electrifying sucking on her skin made her shake all over. From love-bite to love-bite which marked her tender skin with red rosettes, Lisa made her way towards her friend's mouth. Throwing her head back, turning her face to the side where the kisses came from, closing her eyes to her vertigo, Nicole slightly opened her welcoming lips. But the much-awaited lips didn't come to her mouth right away. She teased her with furtive kisses placed all around her lips trembling with impatience, while, simultaneously, the index which officiated in the fleshiness between her legs reproduced the same affectionate approaches, frisking around her clitoris and her vaginal entrance. When the two lesbians finally got united and Lisa's tongue flicked into Nicole's, coordinating her lingual introduction, the young woman plunged the whole of her index into the gluey hole.
Nicole had the impression that the ground trembled under her quaking legs. She began trembling all over and her hands instinctively tightened on the false prick in erection, starting the universal gesture of masturbation.
Lisa took her finger out of the throbbing cunt to tickle, massage, pinch her clitoris swollen with pleasure. She pressed herself against her friend's flank and, rubbing her breasts against Nicole's elbow, projecting her abdomen forward and opening her thighs, she rubbed her crack on the legs which had snuggled between her own. Then she softly detached her mouth from Nicole's. Twisting, she slid under her arm and seized her nipple in her teeth, chewing it. She bit, chewed the other nipple, while her hand, massaging the hairy globe, squirmed between her legs.
When, having ravaged the little packet of vice for a few seconds, Lisa stiffened her finger on the hollow funnel, the young woman asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you like it this way as well? May I?"
Nicole blushed violently, but nodded her head.
The perverted finger violated the sphincter, slid in in one movement while Nicole, shaken by this new caress, stunned by the unequalled voluptuous shock, broke the silence, cooing like a love-sick dove. Lisa's agile fingers were easily able to work at different things, and while one electrified her clitoris, another, sheathed by her spongy vagina, wanked her dexterously.
Enchanted, floating in voluptuousness, completely lost, Nicole twisted and turned, pushed and shoved her stomach onto the hands which searched her. Just as sensitive in her sexual parts as in her anal crevasse, she didn't know if her pleasure came from her bottom where the finger gloved and ungloved itself or if it spurted from her clitoris which had a very active lodger. Moreover, this analysis didn't serve any useful purpose, the important thing being to recognize and know the most delightful felicity. In fact, her clitoris, swollen up bigger than ever before was responsible for her beatitude. Without this she would have lost a great part of her pleasure.
Spasms suddenly shook her stomach, she howled, shaking her head from side to side like a madwoman in a crisis, her nails scraped the metal penis. Her orgasm threw her into the void. If Lisa, clinging to her thigh, hadn't held her she would have fallen into the water.
Recovered from the orgasm, she threw herself into the pretty woman's arms, sobbing with joy.
She stammered, "It was lovely Lisa, gosh but it was lovely."
Then lifting her radiant face, eyes smiling numbly behind a curtain of tears, she pleaded, pressing her cunt against the other's, stiffening her firm round buttocks. "Let me give you an orgasm."
"No darling, not now. I love holding back. I only give in when I can't stand it any more. I'm just dying to feel your darling mouth drink at my spring, but I'm holding back. Let's dry ourselves and get dressed. I'll lend you a dress. I've got one which will suit you perfectly. What size shoes do you take?"
"Six."
"What luck, me too."
Then they floated in the water, legs entangled, tightly enlaced, breasts against breasts, mouth against mouth. Their embrace lasted a long time for neither one nor the other had the courage to break off. Not having to contain herself like the young woman, Nicole, rather exasperated than calmed by this, pleaded, "Take me again with your fingers."
"No, no, little sweetheart. I'm going to inflict the same diet on you as myself, control your desire, it's the only way to live perpetually in eroticism."
Each one dried the other with a large towel, drying certain parts longer than was necessary.
Ostentatiously neglecting to offer her friend any underclothing, Lisa took out a very simple dress, without sleeves, crew-necked, short enough just to cover the bottom of her buttocks, for Nicole. Made to excite the imagination, the dress, in crochet, had two strips where the stitches were very tightly sewn, one for hiding the nipples, the other for hiding the pubes. Nevertheless, these strips were narrow enough so that the tops and the bottoms of the breasts could be seen, the same for the buttocks.
Very heavy breasted, strong hipped, Nicole filled the dress so amply that the stitches risked bursting asunder.
"Since you are brunette, I'll lend you these varnished doe-skin boots."
When the young girl had put on the high-heeled boots, which were calf-high, she stood in front of the mirror. The image she saw shamed her.
"I'll never dare present myself in front of Mr. Derval like this, it's easy to see that I'm naked under the dress-the spider's web I should say."
"But yes, darling, Jacques just loves being surrounded by pretty girls suggestively dressed."
"Yes, but that annoys me because of you."
"Oh don't worry about that. Jacques and I ignore jealousy. Do you think that he doesn't know what happened in the bathroom? I'll even bet that instead of going to sleep, he observed us through the one-way mirror which covers the whole wall by the fountain and which leads, as if by chance, into his room!"
"You don't sleep in the same room?"
"Of course not. A little because we don't intend to ... well for reasons that you have all the time in the world to learn...."
"Oh! All the time! Michel will certainly have found me and brought me to St. Tropez."
Turning her eyes from the candid look, Lisa murmured doubtfully, "We'll see ... We'll see...."
"We'll see what?"
"Eh, well, maybe your boyfriend will accept our hospitality for a few days...."
Nicole felt a little tightening in her heart. She didn't very much like the idea of introducing Michel to Lisa, and even less the idea of inciting him to stay. She hadn't yet come to the stage of accepting reciprocity in the sinking of morals.
Then, when she saw the young woman putting on a dress without any underclothes as well, she asked, "You never wear underclothes?"
"Sometimes. Rarely. Only when I'm really obliged."
"And that doesn't annoy you? Me, yes. I admit that I feel ill at ease without panties. All right for the brassiere, I never wear one. But for panties ... especially with the dress you lent me!"
"You'll get used to it. It's exquisite. Especially during a reception when one dances with a stranger. Me, at each slow dance, I come! And after let's say a tango, during which my partner rubs his penis against my stomach, I go to the toilets to masturbate myself."
"I don't understand. You said that you had forbidden yourself to have an orgasm for hours."
"Yes. But don't forget that towards two in the morning I allow myself. And anyway, it's only a little jack off. Don't worry, the guests are hardly gone before Jacques and I are making love with such punch that you would never believe that I had wanked myself earlier. Button me up, will you?"
Lisa's dress buttoned up the back. Her d'collet' was so large that her sun-burnt breasts surged out. The young woman put a large white leather belt around her waist and put on white suede boots.
While waiting for lunch, she showed the property to Nicole.
Walking, arms linked, they passed in front of the gate leading to the park proper. The young girl, curious, asked her friend what was behind the wall.
Lisa's reply was very reserved.
"Oh! It's an exotic garden."
Nicole didn't insist. She understood that Mrs. Dervail didn't yet think the time right to reveal everything.
When they came back from their walk, they found Jacques preparing aperitifs in the shadow of a parasol near the swimming pool. Three rubber mattresses were lying nearby. Two of them were side by side and the other, Jacques', was opposite.
When the drinks were served, all three sat down on the mattresses, legs stretched out, backs resting on the raised back. Nicole was ill at ease. She felt Mr. Derval's look weighing on her body. And the fact that he wore smoked glasses and she couldn't look him straight in the eye put her in an inferior position. She had the impression that she was more vulnerable than he for he could look at her at will, while she couldn't without being noticed. And this annoyed her.
Nicole closed her legs tighter. Her skirt's opaque strip, supposed to preserve her fanny from naughty looks, couldn't hide the bottom of her thighs because of her position. She knew that he squinted at and could see a little of the rosy relief of her vagina. Not much, but enough to heighten her discomfort.
What's more, on other occasions, she would have, on the contrary, exhibited her oily crack. She didn't know why, at the moment, that that annoyed her.
Lisa brought her knees up to her chin and this simple movement lifted a great weight from Nicole. No doubt the young woman did it on purpose to attract her husband's attention to her own charms. Then Nicole dared let her eyes wander over his trousers in search of the proof that his wife had still the same effect on him. The bulging of his fly stretched over the organ confirmed her hypothesis. But, right away, her pride whispered that Mr. Derval had erected before Lisa had unveiled her cunt and buttocks without panties, and that it was her own body which was responsible for the swelling prick. And she wanted to be sure, to see if her charms could capture Jacques' attention more than his wife's.
But first she had to conquer her excess of prudishness. Beginning, she moved her feet, then her legs, then brought them up under her chin, opening her secret parts, inviting him to look.
Subtly, Lisa, seeing the internal combat in her, took her by the nape of the neck and caressed her, saying, "Good, Nicole, you're on the right way."
That was all, but it was enough to give the young girl confidence. Great serenity invaded her. And so as not to let an oppressive silence envelope them, Lisa said, "We'll bathe in the swimming pool this afternoon. It's so hot!"
"While awaiting that, I'll show you a Swedish film which I brought back from Paris," said Jacques, speaking to Nicole. "Do you like Swedish films?"
"I've never seen one."
"They are very often erotic, but not pornographic. At the crucial moment the camera stops the couple making love, and wanders over details which describe the action, expressive hands moving, sensual looks, pain-filled features which transform the face ... etc ... . The only thing is, that in spite of my acquaintances, I have never succeeded in getting a film on little girls."
"For we must tell you, my dear Nicole," it was Lisa who continued her husbands phrase, "that Mr. Derval has a special liking for little girls." There was no trace of bitterness nor mocking in her words, she was just explaining the facts, nothing more. "Unfortunately for him, young nymphs are hard to come by."
The subject interested Nicole. She asked Jacques, "Have you already had affairs with little girls?"
"That has already happened to me, but rarely. I have only really slept with an impuberal once. With the others I had to be satisfied with feeling them. Last year we took my goddaughter on holidays, she was twelve. I had detected an advanced sensual temperament in her. To try her, I had left a series of licentious photos lying around in her room as if by accident. Then I observed her without her knowing through the one way mirror in the wall. All the rooms here have one. Thus, in what concerns you, you couldn't masturbate yourself in your room or in the toilets without being sure that I'm not spying on you. I assure that that adds sauce to it.
"Usually I don't reveal this, particularly to my guests, but I'll make an exception for you since you are an exhibitionist-you're giving me the proof at this very moment-you will certainly add an exciting scene to your impure prostrations just to excite me."
These idle remarks, said most naturally, liberated Nicole from her recent indecision. She resolutely riveted her eyes on the lump which strained his trousers, brought her hands, underneath her thighs, to her crack. And while she opened her long crack with two fingers, her other index began to squirm indolently in the damp silky furrow. She said, voice heavy with desire, "Tell me about your goddaughter again. I would like to know her reactions. When I was a little girl I wasn't always wise, you know!"
"Oh! I believe you! Yes, feel yourself like that, heighten your desire, but don't relieve yourself. Follow the advice that my wife gave you."
Then, calmly, as if he were alone, he opened his fly, put his hand into his trousers and caressed his penis without taking it out. Lisa moved her mattress to be able to catch her husband's and her friend's movements. Now they formed a three fingered star. Each one could contemplate the other's touchings for, in turn, Lisa began to feel herself with two hands like Nicole.
"Why don't you show me your member?" interrogated the young girl which the gentle caressing of his finger under the cloth began to annoy.
"Because that is what is obsessing you the most! You hope to see my prick, but I refuse to unveil it to heat you up. Coming back to Nadine, my goddaughter; she is a very beautiful child and at that time, if her breasts were just beginning to sprout, she was already provided with a well rounded backside which excited me prodigiously.
"I remember that day she was wearing a delightful little red and white squared skirt, very short, and she had her long blonde hair in plaits. Long white stockings moulded her shapely calves. At first (it was siesta time) she jumped on the bed with a great flurry of skirts, lay down on her stomach to read, unworried that her skirt was up her back. From my place I could see the double outcrops of her buttocks which outrageously stretched a little pair of nylon panties, of such transparence that the snowy material took on the pink color of her cheeks and I could even distinguish the brown line cleaving her young moon.
"Very unstable, like many children, Nadine got fed up with her book and threw it away. She ate some sweets, played with a piece of wool, squirmed around showing me her bottom in many poses and, just when I was beginning to despair that she would never find the photos, she got up and began to rummage around.
"My heart jumped when finally she opened the drawer of the bedside table. What was her reaction going to be? I could hardly wait. When she turned round, the open envelope in her hands, contemplating one of the half jutting photos, she had a look of perfect astonishment on her face. She took another photo, then another and another, more avidly each time. Her cheeks, flushed, burst into flame and her eyes lit up with strange desire. Suddenly, changing expression, seeming to be haunted, she scrutinized the door as if fearing that someone would come in and catch her.
"Throwing the packet on the couch, she rushed to the door, turned the key to prevent any surprise entry. Then, she got onto the bed again, lifted her skirt up, and slid her little panties down to her ankles. Then she settled herself against the pillow and spread her little thighs wide.
"She opened horizons of such beauty, charged with such erotic power that I was all aquiver. Her sex, jutting out like an egg, polished like a pebble for she hadn't any hairs yet, was in the image of her plump body. I took my field glasses, always at hand when I spy on women in their nakedness, and I fixed them on the reliefs of her young sexual parts to study them in detail.
"In front of my feverish eyes, pupils dilated by intense attention, the hairless sex took on disproportionate dimensions. Lowering them (her buttocks being slightly raised), I could see the cap of her anal furrow and see the savory nerved cutting of her anus. The little girl, licking her dry lips with her tongue, literally devoured the photos which taught her the art of masturbation!
"This equivocal scene lasted at least an hour, during which, well inspired, my wife knelt down to suck me.
"I was a little deceived. Candidly believing that little girls, if one puts them on the track, would instinctively find the manipulation of their organs to make themselves come, I had just procured photos of a girl jacking off herself, then the same girl jacking off and licking a man while she was wanked and licked by him.
"I had wrongly judged a child's faculty of deduction. And if Nadine felt herself while looking at the photos, she went about it wrongly, didn't understand that she should have rubbed her clitoris, which she didn't know how to reveal, to reach deliverance.
"I cursed myself for not supplying a pornographic text which would have helped her in her sensual touchings. However, I wasn't sad. Nadine had got the taste for it. I had only to make up the deficiency.
"For that, after the siesta, I decided that I was going to take some photos of her. Unknown to her, I made her take up more and more scabrous poses. She took to it good-naturedly, if not with a lot of enthusiasm. Then, pretending to play, I declared that to take the monotony out of the too classic poses, I was going to take some comic photos of her. I made her lie across Lisa's thighs, dress tucked up, as if she were taking a spanking. She laughed a lot. Encouraged by the first try, I told my wife to take her panties off to make the spanking more realistic. This didn't tarnish her good humor at all. On the contrary, she let her panties be taken off laughing harder and harder. And even, she continued to laugh, gesticulating for the form when Lisa spanked her. Then...."
Nicole interrupted him.
"Will you show me the photos? That would excite me!"
"Of course. They're very good dispositives.
"As I was saying, when I had fixed her on film for posterity, pretending to joke, Lisa told her that her panties were confiscated. The child reacted very well, at least, in our sense! She played indifferent and danced and frolicked around the living room lifting her dress up, exhibiting without prudery, her naked buttocks and the jutting of her vagina.
"I too got into the game. I ran after her threatening to spank her if I caught her. She snubbed her nose at me and, cunningly, frolicked even more.
"When I caught hold of her, I bent her over my arm, tucked her skirt under her belt and gave her a few insignificant slaps. But my goal was not uniquely based on the sexual satisfaction that spanking brings. The hand which held her stomach wormed its way to the fork in her thighs and, softly, I fingered her on the most intimate part of her person. Then she became quiet, ceasing her frantic twisting. She let me continue, paralyzed with emotion."
"Did she come the first time?"
"I'm almost sure of it. The quivers which shook her tiny stomach, and the pulsations of her little cunt, which gave me the impression that she was sucking my finger, the dampening and hardening of her clitoris and also her sighs gave me confirmation. And I'm persuaded that if she braked her need to squirm, if she stifled the plaints which came to her mouth, it was uniquely because of Lisa's presence. In her innocence she thought that my wife didn't know what I was doing to her."
"Have you ever pushed any further with this little girl?"
"Yes, yes, I should think so. At the end of her holidays she was as good as Lisa for taking my sperm in her mouth! I did just about everything on her body. However, I didn't go as far as to deflower her. I contented myself with sticking my gland between the lips of her vagina and, making her close her thighs on my cock, I masturbated myself until my liquid inundated her crack. I often wanked myself between her buttocks, the end of my cock sticking into her little hole."
"And you Lisa?"
"Of course, I wasn't just the simple photographer photographing her husband rendering a young girl shamelessly dissolute. I taught that schoolgirl, clever and quick, the art of making love between women. However, I admit that I don't have as much pleasure as Jacques with this sort of thing. I reproach them for lacking earnestness in the act, for not knowing how to measure their gests giving a proper value to each one."
"Well, it's their spontaneousness and naive amorality which they put into the love act which enchants me," Jacques held. "What do you think?"
"Personally, I would be tempted by corrupt impuberal girls. I have such lovely memories of my youth. Perhaps I would be disillusioned if I went with one. Anyway I wouldn't mind meeting them again and doing the things we did when I was twelve."
"It's not impossible. At the moment I'm trying to seduce the gardener's daughter, a little redhead with great green eyes and a roguish and promising behind, whose downy thirteen year old flesh really gets under my skin. And I have good reason to believe that she is not insensitive to me. The last time she came here I played a little with her. If you are still here the next time she comes, I'll make way for you. I'd be very curious to see how you go about it.
"This being said, my dear Nicole, I would ask you to cease your too precise activity. Do you think I'm fooled by the sneaky incursions of your finger into your sex? To spare you the want of an orgasm, I would ask you to button up my fly and then we'll eat."
Nicole slowly began to close his fly. Her only reaction was to shudder-her nerves were sharpened in spite of her apparent nonchalance when the back of her hand lightly touched the long tube. For a moment, she was tempted to seize it. Her fingers opened up above the prick. He, holding his breath, did nothing, neither to stimulate her, nor discourage her. He waited.
Nicole was ashamed at her lack of will-power in front of Jacques who proved his unshakeable will while desiring as much as her the taking of his cock. She puffed out a sigh of dissatisfaction, took her fist away from the tempting prick. As she straightened up, Derval congratulated her.
"My compliments, Nicole, you're making progress."
They went into the living room where Lisa served an assortment of cold meats.
Jacques took two bananas from the fruit bowl, gave one to his wife and one to the young girl. Then he said to Nicole, "Imitate Lisa, Nicole. Stick the banana into your sex before sitting down. But careful! It's forbidden to agitate it! I want to see your hands on the table during the meal!"
One after the other, the two women lifted their skirts up and, looking at each other doing it, spread their legs, bending at the knees, and stuffed the curved fruits into their lower abdomens.
"Now, you are going to sit down on these plastic covered seats heated by the sun, bare assed," ordered the man bringing the chairs in.
Skirts tucked up to their numbrils, Nicole and Lisa sat down on the burning chairs. They were so hot that they contorted, grimacing when their behinds crushed the overheated covers, sticking to their skin. Nicole had tears in her eyes but, strangely, she didn't even think of disobeying her hosts orders. Little by little she got used to the heat which, what's more, diminished rapidly.
She did her best to participate in the conversation, while all the time her senses were stretched towards the banana profoundly stuffed into her grotto. Towards the end of the meal, not being able to hold on any longer, she rubbed her thighs together, rolling slightly on her buttocks to make the exotic fruit slide in and out. But, as shielded as her moment was, it didn't pass un-perceived to Jacques's watchful eyes.
"Tut tut, dear Nicole, you're cheating! Open your legs please and stop making the banana move. I want to feel your knees against mine like that. I can eat this delicious sherbet in peace. What do you want, I can't trust you...."
Nicole could have cried. She was living worse moments than the night before when the lorry driver had raped her in the mud.
With a strangled voice, she asked him pitifully, "When will you let me relieve myself? It's atrocious. My stomach is sore."
Convincingly, he reassured her. "Soon, Nicole, very soon. Have a little patience."
He took the bananas, slimy with lubricant out, sniffed them like a man tests a cigar then having peeled them, he ate them greedily.
Lisa helped her husband close the curtains, hang the screen on the wall and install the projector in the middle of the room near two large facing canap's.
Jacques pointed out one for Nicole, started the projector, put out the lights then joined his wife on the other canap'. From there, dipping into the fruit bowl he threw another banana to Nicole.
"That's for when "it" becomes too urgent little Nicole!" he declared, smiling wickedly. "About the film, don't be surprised if the story seems incoherent. My friend worked in the opposite way of the censor. He cut out all the parts which didn't really deal with eroticism, for it's a film which has been in the Parisian cinemas. However, you will see the unexpurgated version."
From the atmosphere of the film, Nicole understood that it was a film about a social worker treating juvenile delinquents. The action took place in a disused site. In the background rose up the sinister cubes of workers cities. Fighting about a dozen young thugs, a young girl of about thirteen shouted for help.
She wore tight trousers which set off the enchanting swelling of her thighs. A polo-necked pullover in brown wool a little too big for her floated around her waist. At the tumultuous wobbling under the jersey, one could guess that her breasts, rather large, were naked underneath. like a savage horde of Sioux, they exhorted each other, to give them courage no doubt, shouting and drowning out the cries and screams of the young blonde girl.
With a kick from a booted foot, one of the apprentice hooligans burst open the door of an old cabin. Then, the young girl, frightened, offered more resistance while they pushed her howling seemingly dirty words (the dialogue was in the original version and was not sub-titled). Easily overpowered, the gesticulating adolescent, arm twisted behind her back, was half-carried into the gloom of the earth floored refuge. Then the plan changed. The whole screen was filled, from her chin to her thighs, with her body and searching hands were reaching under her jersey. Others pulled it up towards her shoulders while other hands began to open her trousers, stained with dubious spots. While the tops of her large breasts surged out from under her black pullover and frantic hands squeezed her naked breasts, a triangle opened on her stomach, naked smooth and rounded.
Her fly was rapidly unbuttoned and a shining tuft suddenly emerged from the triangular frame. And more hands began tearing her trousers off. Nicole and her hosts held their breaths. They were as still as statues, afraid to blink in case they missed something. A sort of cold tingling flashed through their heads and their temples throbbed painfully. The moment was critical, was the camera going to prudently leave the scene when the most invigorating part of the film was about to be played? Nicole trembled, her concentration on the action was so intense, and although it reminded her of her night with the lorry driver it troubled her sexually.
Her tight trousers resisted against the fingers tearing at them and the frantic squirming of the young girl didn't make it any easier. However, inch by inch a little more skin was bared. As for her bust, it was completely uncovered and under the shreds of her jersey her two fleshy voluminous breasts, squeezed and massaged by many hands, wobbled as she twisted and turned.
Noisy sobs, plaintive cries surging from the young girl, whose arms were brutally twisted round her back to make her arch her back, and especially her rending cries, augmented our three heroes pleasure.
Just as her trousers entirely uncovered her tuft, a hand plunged into the fork between her fleshy thighs and brusquely, changing angle, the camera showed her from the back, her trousers sliding down her legs, her naked buttocks filling the screen, being massaged by three different hands. Then the field of vision got progressively larger, presenting the whole scene. Already, one of the boys stuck to the squirming girl's stomach, agitated himself back and forth, his fingers caught up in her thick hair stopping her from twisting aside. This phase was realized in three-quarters, so well that her large buttocks were seen trembling under the frantic blows of the invisible cock.
A slight noise and discreet moving attracted Nicole's eyes towards the couch opposite. By the filtering light of the projector she saw Jacques kneeling behind his wife, who was lying on her stomach, chin in her hands, the small of her back hollow, her backside slightly raised by her bent legs.
Standing out against the background of black leather, his naked prick monumentally brandished by him formed a clear obscene curve. His testicles were hanging out of his fly. With agile fingers, Derval unbuttoned the few buttons on her black silk robe which closed it over the length of her furrow.
A long oval piece of flesh appeared, growing larger until the two summits of her buttocks were jutting completely out of the dress. Then Nicole lifted her skirt up, uncovering half of her stomach. Letting her leg hang over the end of the canap', she closed her hand over the jutting promontory of her vagina dripping with lubricant, darted into the damp pulpy flesh and plunged into the interior.
Now she didn't know where she was. What was happening on the other couch was as attractive as what was happening on the screen. On one side, the rape, perpetuated under the auspices of the young thugs, each one taking his turn to penetrate the wild-eyed girl, on the other the savory preparations of Jacques who, holding his weapon with one hand forcing it to incline towards the brown furrow, dipped his finger into her vagina and spread it over her hole lubricating the entrance to her intestines.
The scene of violence finished with the thugs running away, buttoning their trousers up. It was taken from the interior of the cabin, of which the door was lying open. In the foreground, the panting body of the youngster, shook with spasms of chagrin, was profiled. She was lying on the ground, backside in the air and the spunky drops quivered on her fleshy buttocks.
What had happened between the moment where a sickened girl raped ten times, and the moment where she was seen smiling, walking in company with a boy of her own age?
It was of little importance to know the reasons. The essential was that she gave herself to the worst kind of acts for the enjoyment of Derval and their guest. Undulating on the finger which slid slowly into the length of her vaginal furrow, Nicole followed the progress of the couple rejoicing in the delights of sodomy, got absorbed in the film.
Hand in hand, like young lovers, the blonde in mini skirt, high black boots and black velvet waistcoat over a white blouse, and the young man, walked in public gardens. It must have been quite late for the shadows lengthened on the ground and it was getting dusky.
Suddenly, after looking all around, she took her friend by the arm, turning him around facing her. Surprised, the boy watched her with a questioning look in his eyes. She said something which surprised him even more. And as she insisted, her eyes troubled and ironic, he took off his coat and held it like a toreador's cloak. Then the young girl, visible to the belt, was seen to bend her elbows, then her hands closed over her skirt and it was to be understood that she had just tucked her skirt up.
A rapid close-up of the surprised boy's face showed his eyes widening and darkening, mouth opened, his adam's apple wobbling as he swallowed hard.
Then bending, she attracted attention to herself again. The bending of her spine was followed by the lowering of her companion's head. The camera followed her. It zoomed to the jacket, steadied onto the shining leather booted legs sheathed in smoky nylons. A little white lace bordered panty appeared, then descended towards her ankles, pulled by the little exhibitionist's hands.
The young girl abandoned her undergarment on the ground, she straightened up while the field of vision enlargened. For a few seconds she was seen holding her skirt up, licking her lips suggestively.
Suddenly, the young man let his jacket go and, in a flash, in a sudden close up, her extraordinarily jutting crack was framed between her black suspenders.
Nicole shuddered. A sigh of joy broke the oppressive silence in the living room.
Quickly she looked at Derval, right at the moment when, having pushed his large calibered cock between his wife's golden buttocks, Jacques melted into the hole of perverted felicity. She felt that since her hosts were putting an end to their retention, she could imitate them. She took the banana, slid a cushion under her buttocks to raise her stomach and plunged the banana to the bottom of her hole. The whimper she let out was so powerful that it revealed that she was just at the end of her tether. Only distinguishing the Swedes through a filmy veil, she activated the banana without excessive precipitation, but strongly, while with the index of her free hand she electrified the cap of sensual swooning.
The little girl had lifted her panties off the ground and negligently hung them on a branch. Then she pulled him under the shade of a massive tree. Unhinged, he stood arms hanging in front of the blonde undoing her corsage. She pulled on the cord chastely hiding her breasts, and with a swift movement, she uncovered herself, exposing her naked breasts in the luxurious disorder of her clothes; magnificent breasts sharply pointed, clear nippled; and the incredulous boy couldn't believe what was happening to him.
The little libertine burst out laughing, and this made her breasts swing suggestively. Then, ecstasy on her face, she took his head and pulled it down onto her heaving breasts.
But he didn't know what to do. Nervous, the precocious Swede brushed her nipple across his closed mouth with an angry gesture. She was raging and shouted furiously at him.
Despairing, not being able to get any response from him, she pushed him away and taking him by the neck, leaning all her weight on him, she brought him to the ground. She sat on her hunckers, thighs opened at such an angle that the young boy couldn't help but see all of her intimate person, but which the spectators could only guess by the spreading of her legs.
A close up showed her hands feverishly unbuttoning his belt and fly, opening them and stretching the elastic of his underpants.
Nicole trembled. The camera had come back to her bust. However she was able to console herself by following the gestures of her fingers by the fluctuations of her shoulders. An arm stretched out and, in silence, the naked breasts wobbled rhythmically. It was impossible not to presume that she was masturbating the young man.
Suddenly, stopping the massage, she opened her mouth, put her tongue out and brusquely disappeared from the screen, having plunged forward.
Very slowly, too slowly for our heroes' excited nerves, the camera began to descend, but unfortunately, became immobile when it reached the blonde hair and a little of her eye seen in profile.
As when the girl had wanked him, one could guess by the gyrations of her head that she treated the young man to her mouth, rising and descending quickly, becoming jerky.
Leaving the sucking girl, the camera described the male's emotion by showing his heels digging into the ground, his hands grasping the grass, his opened gasping mouth. His neck, the jugular vein swollen, stretched, the young man suffocated, let out a brief hoarse growl. He shook his head from side to side then froze, panting.
The young girl's head, coming up, was on the screen and they were able to see by the froth on her lips that she hadn't been able, the ejaculation coming too quickly, to drink all his liquid.
While another scene replaced this one, Nicole was lost in happiness, quivering and squirming, pushing her stomach into the banana. The couple beside arriving at the zenith, gave out great pants and howls, sliding slowly into the orgasm. Jacques, hands grasping his wife's flanks, ravaged her backside with hard blows.
Curious, Nicole hurried to the couch, got down on her knees at the moment when the man spat his liquid into her anus which, by its orbiting movements, seemed to pump him.
Watchful, the brunette took him as he came out. like a cobra striking, she jumped on the dripping organ, stuffed it into her mouth, licked it until there was no more trace of cream on it.
In spite of the passion she put into her action, she couldn't prevent it from softening. Jacques took it back carefully. Excusing himself so as not to hurt her pride, he said, "I am sorry not to be able to honor your delicate attentions with regard to my cock, but I'm not a rabbit which can repeat like a rifle. Let me just get my breath back, and you may then profit at will from my next "good dispositions." In the meantime, I entrust you to my wife, who seems to have a weakness for you-which is rare-while I recharge my batteries on the couch."
Nicole then lay down beside Lisa, stomachs touching. Each one pulling the other's skirt up, mingling the luxurious vegetation of their lower abdomens, they opened their thighs. Then, cheek to cheek, letting their hands wander over each other's buttocks, they plunged themselves back into the film.
And so that the next scabrous phase would have some meaning for the spectators, the "censor" hadn't cut out the marriage scene uniting the blonde with the young man she had raped in the park. It was indispensable for the next sequences that the spectators should understand that they were married.
Moreover this phase was not completely useless since the ceremony, then the reception, were followed by the undressing in a hotel room and the vain efforts of the new wife trying to make her husband take some initiatives, which he didn't seen to want, putting himself entirely at his wife's disposition.
In white satin, breasts bulging over the top, buttocks surging underneath, having kept her veil on her head, the young girl exhausted herself on her husband's naked body.
Moving around, the camera lingered on her breasts rubbing on his well designed chest, on quivering legs, searching, exploring undefined corners which one could easily imagine. Then the female's behind filled the screen, and a small portion of her thighs was seen. When these opened, her buttocks lifted up, then brutally plunged down. Simultaneously, a nervous gurgling, echoing a hoarse cry, synchronized the supposed plugging in. Staying steady, the camera fixed the two fleshy cheeks which rose, opening up and went down squeezing together. At each of these moments, the naked behind stayed at its lowest point for a few seconds, agitated a little before rising again.
When the jumping buttocks succeeded to the ecstatic masks of the lovers the combat engaging the two bodies was well on and the buttocks were dancing on the verge of imminent victory. Then, squirming in all directions, frenziedly tracing an irregular arch, it lanced mysterically into a lubricious rolling which made the furrow slither like a snake. Then came pantings, savage cries, the sound of slapping flesh. Nervous shudders shook the stretched out buttocks.
Coming out of the bathroom, where she had been shown from the back astride the bidet, the blonde, hungry as ever, rushed onto her sleeping husband and, with her hands and mouth, tried to animate him just enough to appease the hot coals which still burned in her stomach.
The young man was seen to shake his head, ask to be left alone, the young girl, fuming, slapping and kicking him in frustration. When she finally calmed down, she lay down on the carpet and burst into tears. But an instant after, her still wet eyes traveled around the room and suddenly spied a candle. She jumped up, sat down in the position of a woman relieving herself.
Evidently, the scene was taken from the back so as not to film the sexual parts. Her hands joined under her buttocks, pointing the wax baton onto her sex's velvet mouth. The close-up was of a crudeness rarely seen, although her sex was carefully hidden from the screen. Her legs opened in an immense V and ten fingers slowly wielded the big candle. And it was almost intolerable for the spectators. The hands rose up, up, the candle disappeared, then hands came down and the candle was partially visible. At the same time, the buttocks took on a slight up-down movement. It was undeniable that the girl relieved herself alone; what's more, each time the candle reappeared it had a little more oily liquid on it.
At the end, her legs serving as shock absorbers, she threw her buttocks once to the left, once to the right, and when the orgasm tore out her insides, she was shown from the waist up, depicting her naked breasts and the look of ecstatic agony on her features.
Lisa and Nicole took advantage of a little respite given by the producer to relieve his clients' nerves, to engage in a fierce embrace. Stretching their arms, they tickled each other's backsides, daring to slide their fingers into their trembling holes. Alone, Jacques caressed his balls and gently wanked himself.
Then they were back in the cabin. Five of the boys who had raped the girl had just finished attaching the heroine's husband to a post, on the orders of the young woman herself. She was dressed in a very long pullover which just covered her pubes but which left the bottom of her buttocks naked, and whose V-neck let three-quarters of the flesh of her opulent breasts escape. She wore black boots and a short whip was held by her crossed arms.
When the poor boy was tied up, his "sweet" wife bent over him to undo his trousers. Leaning forward, legs together and stiffened, her pullover rose up over her splendid buttocks. According to the movements of her elbows one could follow the undressing.
A close-up of the victim's body (below the testicles of course) allowed one to see the sadist's hands accompany his trousers and underpants just to his shoes. Then she stepped back. The hand holding the whip rose, then lashed down. There was a dry crack, a great cry of pain. The same gest was repeated a dozen times. When the whip struck for the last time the camera showed the victim fainting.
Eyes repulsed, mouth opened wide, then the head dropped on his breast and his shoulders sagged. After which, the camera traveled over his thighs showing the blood flowing down. The young man was revived by a bucket of cold water.
In front of him, suffering spiritually and morally, his young wife gave herself in every position to the thugs who had tied her up. The most typical was when, having bent her body, completely naked across a large barrel, she lent her fleshy buttocks to the fierce assault of a boy lying on her back.
As she panted with pleasure, fingernails scratching the earth, eyes looking at her bound husband, the film ended.
On the couch, Lisa and Nicole, mouths glued together, shivered at the beginnings of a climax, fingering their pubes.
CHAPTER 3
Relieved, the young women stretched out, yawned and got up.
"I feel very sleepy," said Nicole.
"Come with me to my room, I'll lend you a swimming suit, a good bath will do you good."
The young girl's shoulders shook with laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"Pardon me, but I think that it's very funny that after what has happened between us, that we should put on bathing costumes."
"But its erotic, have you forgotten?"
"No, of course not but--"
"But ... but complete nudity is contrary to eroticism, that's all, nudity is purity. Eroticism is equivocal. The two can't be reconciled."
"Oh! You know, a bathing costume in eroticism doesn't seem to be a very convincing argument," said Nicole skeptically. "All right for a dress like the one I'm wearing now, but bathing costumes...."
"Idiot! Wait until you've seen MY bathing suits and then we'll talk after."
And, slapping her on the backside, she bade her follow.
"Ouch! Ouch!" grunted the young girl playing the chastised child. "My word, she spanked me!"
"Didn't you like it?"
Bright eyed, Nicole replied, "Maybe!"
Lisa smiled mockingly, and Nicole blushed, annoyed at having admitted so easily that she was ready to let herself be belittled.
However, and against all hopes, she didn't receive a spanking in Mrs. Derval's room. Confused, she reproached herself for having wished it.
When they had put the bathing costumes on, Nicole understood. These bathing suits had nothing in common with the bathing suits one may wear in a public swimming pool.
Identical, one black and the other white, they were composed of nylon, absolutely transparent, which began half way down their breasts and finished just above the pubis. A black net held their cunts. Fine braces prevented their breasts from popping out completely.
Jacques waited for the two women at the edge of the pool. His trunks were black elastic satin, and a strip of tulle delivered all the details of his prick to all and sundry.
He waited until they plunged into the water, the spectacle of the two backsides, one white, one tanned, disappearing under the frills of their costumes as they swam was worth looking at.
Especially when Nicole dived under, opening her legs violently.
Then he took his place on the diving board and cleaved the water, staying under. There was a cry, then a second. Passing under them, he had tickled them between the legs.
like commandoes on a raid, the pretty girls filled their lungs with air, dived under and chased him. Good swimmer, he wasn't easy to catch, sliding away each time their hands tried to catch him by the cock.
From time to time, a head appeared on the surface, took air and dived again. Then Nicole was able to catch his trunks. He propulsed himself forward. His trunks slid over his buttocks, his cock, still a little hard, wobbled on his stomach like a great serpent.
And although he escaped from this assault, he made no effort to put his trunks back on again. Attracted by the long and supple prick, the water nymphs, infuriated like two sharks attracted by blood, hunted him heatedly. They cornered him in an angle of the pool, wedged him with their bodies, then, playing the "law of the water-jungle" their four hands fought for possession of his big fat eel.
Now their bodies were half out of the water. In a heaving welter of squirming flesh, they shouted stridently, excitedly, then joyfully. As the spindle seemed to have been captured, the girls pushed each other, each trying to nail herself onto it.
Jacques didn't defend his member anymore. His hands, inserted between their undulating thighs, opening and closing, glued to the hairy bumps of their cunts, overwhelmed the young women's senses with their electrizations. Under his active fingers, the clitoris hardened their pearl shaped ends, lubricant flowed freely and rendered the lips slippery in spite of the water diluting it. With his teeth, Derval cut the braces of their bathing suits, and, biting into the cloth, with a rapid shake of his head, he bared their breasts which floated on the surface of the water like four swollen balloons. Their flesh broke out in goose pimples. The cold water hardened their nipples (Lisa's clear, Nicole's darker with a ring of down around them) and erected them more than the excitation. Going from one breast to the other, the lover sucked and bit their tits. Although Lisa pretended to earnestly fight for her husband's cock, she arranged it so that it was Nicole who won.
The young girl caught onto his shoulders (and he brusquely disappeared under the water ... and drank a gallon) and entwined her legs around his waist, then let herself slide down until the snout of his joy-giver was encrusted into her gaping hole.
The introduction being rather difficult, the couple had recourse to Lisa's diligence for the union to take place. The young woman took the root of the swollen member and guided it between the soft flesh which she opened with her free hand. The slide in was without difficulty and the young girl, already swooning, threw her head back and uttered a hoarse cry.
She felt herself being slowly penetrated by the enormous implant which extended her internal tissues. When the large mushroom head was almost touching the bottom of her canal, she lowered her buttocks even more to get it all in right up to the hilt, then she began to quiver up and down on the organ.
Warmth spread into the two stomachs rubbing and knocking against each other. Holding Nicole with his two hands, Jacques took advantage for screwing his finger into her anus. Not at all jealous, Lisa officiated at the point of liaison of the two bodies. Her fingers caressed the thick folds of flesh which rolled onto the rigid prick and balls. Sometimes, closing her fingers around his prick, of which she felt each pulsation, she masturbated the piece which was left. Other times, the young woman vibrated her finger on her friend's swollen clitoris and, having forced the man's fingers to desert the crater of vice between the scandalously divided buttocks, she added to her frustration by agitating her own fingers in the narrow sheath.
The tension mounted from their flaming stomachs. Twisting and squirming, the young girl rambled, catapulting her pubis as much as the shock-absorbing water will allow, the man panted and heaved. The zenith of the climax was imminent. Already the fully extended cock quivered and beat at hectic speed against the walls, animated as well by spasmodic pulsations from her grotto.
The plunging wave of the orgasm crashed onto the bodies entranced with pleasure. A tearing cry formed in Nicole's throat. Her trembling thighs contracted on his flanks, the cock shook, swelled and hardened in an ultimate rush, the sperm ejected in short bursts, gluing all the oily burning pocket which pressed with impetuous shudders the cock emptying itself.
Lisa, who had felt the climax almost simultaneously, seized her friend's clitoris and frantically fingered it, making her rejoice more imperiously. Pinching the dwarfed penis, she wanked it furiously until there was not a spark of life left in it.
Nicole detached herself from her friend. Lisa, a machiavellic idea in her head, took the young girl aside, stern faced, bad temperedly.
"Hey, dirty little bitch, don't hesitate to make yourself at home! To debauch my husband, and right in front of my eyes, is an insult which demands an excuse! ... Come over here till we talk about it!"
Catching on, the young girl replied, while letting herself be pulled over to the blue enameled steps.
"It's not my fault if I'm more seductive than you!"
"More seductive than I! How's that for impertinence! I'd rather you say that you belong to that infamous race of those who don't hesitate to employ the dirtiest means to steal another's husband!"
Jacques knew what was going to happen and he followed the two actresses. His trunks were still rolled under his balls but he didn't manifest the slightest desire to pull them up.
Gesticulating and exchanging harsh words, which, of course, they didn't mean at all, Lisa directing her companion, trailed her towards the trampoline.
When they were beside it Mrs. Derval pulled her friend by the arm, making her fall across it onto her stomach, crying:
"Since you conduct yourself like a naughty girl, I'm going to treat you like one! A good spanking! I'm going to spank you on your naked bottom. And, as it's all wet, this is really going to hurt!"
"You wouldn't dare!" protested Nicole, pretending to resist to excite Lisa even more.
Straining against the hands which tried to pull her forward, she waved her backside in all directions until the moment when, heaving a cry of distress, she let herself be trailed head first over the end of the trampoline, legs kicking wildly.
Lisa fell upon her back, leaned her body against Nicole, pulled the nylon suit up over her spine, baring the fabulous buttocks animated by a very suggestive rolling.
Then, right afterwards, she slapped the great white backside with her rapid hand. But that whiteness didn't last, at least on the summits of the severely beaten cheeks. They quickly became red.
"That hurts!" brayed the young girl, beating the air with her arms and kicking wildly with her feet.
And none of this was put-on. The spanking she was undergoing was a real spanking, of the kind that one inflicts on disobedient little girls to make them cry. Moreover, tears sprung to Nicole's eyes.
However, she wouldn't have asked for mercy at any price. The tingling which traversed her beaten buttocks, red as a lobster, brought her a very curious voluptuousness. The degrading posture was even adding to her pleasure.
So, while she shook from side to side, kicking her legs, showing Jacques the jutting reliefs of her inner thighs and, squirming, she agitating her flamboyant backside brusquely, she remembered the humiliations she had lent herself to and had even provoked when she was little. She saw herself in the attic at her parents home, when she was thirteen inciting her cousin to spank her, incarnating the undisciplined schoolgirl. She was never happier in debasement than when her cousins or male friends were present.
She rejoiced feeling herself across the other girls knees. She delighted in the tucking up of her short skirts and slips and especially that exquisite preparation for spanking which consists in taking off her panties.
At that time she wore panties which had to be unbuttoned at the side and down the stomach and because of this, it augmented her joy. And even if impatiently, her spanker, in her impatience to slap her naked buttocks, only unbuttoned the side buttons, trembling, she recriminated against her partial "debagging."
"EVERYTHING! Unbutton everything and take them down!" Then, naked assed, she held out her rounded seat to the slaps, her hand slipped under her stomach, her finger, agile at intimate tickling, rubbing her sprouting clitoris.
Now there was no trace of dampness on her scarlet behind, the heat which cauterized her muscled, luxurious flesh had absorbed all the drops. Lisa took such pleasure in slapping such lovely cheeks that she didn't seem to want to end it. And the voluptuousness which she felt was even greater than her husband's, who had slid between her thighs, and was greedily licking the dripping furrow of her cunt.
The spanking had gone on without respite for several minutes now, and what's more, Nicole, shaken by a frantic turbulence, had fallen into a swoon. Stamping her buttocks like a horse stamps its hooves, she opened her legs, frog-like looking for an invisible cock which seemed to refuse her. The lips of her cunt yawned like a carp's mouth in a vehement call with all her turgescent fibres. And while thin streams of lubricant dripped from her estuary, she awakened, crying:
"Jacques! Jacques! Take me by the butt!"
Then her request melted into sobs, sobs of enchantment.
On the last slap, which shook the rubicund behind violently, it was delivered with such force, with a rumble like thunder, her friend growled, "Oh no! You're not going to monopolize my husband all the same! And me then? Anyway, until tonight I declare a black-out! No one has the right to come before the night is well advanced."
"Oh! Just once!" pleaded Nicole getting up, forgetting to pull her costume down. "For pity's sake! Lisa, I didn't have a complete climax while you were spanking me, I'm on fire!"
"Well, stay like that! Dive in! That'll calm you down! I would like to be fucked by Jacques right now. He almost obtained an orgasm for me with his mouth. However, I refuse it to be able to hold myself on the frontiers of paradise."
"Come on! Everybody into the water!"
The water games, although well in line with eroticism, didn't go any further than groping. And what's more, still bare-assed, Jacques had such an erection that the two women would gladly have impaled themselves on it.
Then they went to change for dinner. Nicole put on her red-lace dress. Lisa put on black tights and sun-top in black net which just about covered her breasts. After putting on varnished leather boots, she put on a little yellow apron. "For preparing the meal," she said, but Nicole knew that it was only to add spice to her surging behind, naked under the black nylon.
They took an aperitif first, then sat down at the table. Afterwards, Nicole helped her friend with the dishes.
"There's always a disagreeable side to each coin," said Lisa, dipping her hands into the greasy water.
"But Lisa, I don't understand you, you have the means, so why don't you hire a maid?"
"Are you joking? Hire a maid here and we could start packing our bags one hour after. Don't you realize the scandal that could provoke if they knew what went on here? My husband and I don't like half-measures. We have resolved to live in debauchery twenty four hours a day, at least within our walls. If someone came in, even for a few hours a day, we would be obliged to irritating restraint. For even when we are not making love, there is always something scabrous in our gestures. Without mentioning the dirty films we show every day after meals!"
"Of course, it's annoying."
"Bah! Never mind. Anyway I have every modern appliance to spare me a lot of donkey-work. At the moment I'm waiting for the delivery of a dish-washing machine."
When the two women came back into the living room, Derval had just finished putting a film in the projector. Speaking to Nicole, he said, "Since you don't seem to have any objections to whipping, I'm going to show you a film on it."
"And for the housework, what do you do?" asked Nicole.
Jacques replied for his wife, laughing, "We have auxiliaries."
"Auxiliaries?" questioned Nicole.
"Dear Nicole, you want to learn too much too soon. That's curiosity," said Lisa. "And do you know how curious little girls are punished?"
"Well, they get spanked," Nicole said, eyeing Lisa.
As Lisa, taking up the challenge was bending the docile masochist under her arm and was pulling her skirt up nervously, exposing Nicole's ample behind, Jacques intervened.
"That's enough, you two. Wait until you've seen the film before you start imitating the actors!"
Lisa regretfully abandoned Nicole. Nicole regretfully pulled her skirt down.
The lights dimmed, the grinding of the projector and the gleaming light brought the calm back to the three, lying on their stomachs on the carpet. The man, lying between them, slid his hand under Nicole's skirt and with the other caressed his wife's buttocks.
The film was in color, but silent, the background wasn't fake, the chapel they saw was a real one. Long candles burned in brass candlesticks. A man appeared, wearing tights and a monk's cloak.
When he advanced towards a pillar in which a large chain with two metal cuffs was driven, they saw why he was walking so heavily, body bent forward as if fighting against a high wind. He was pulling a woman in chains behind him, a woman in a cloak like his, and who resisted his pulling.
She wore a navy blue satin evening gown. A stole of wild mink covered her shoulders. When the man, having finally dragged her in front of the pillar, turned round to attach her wrists to the cuffs, Nicole heaved a great sigh, the man's penis was bared, rising rigidly from a hole in his black tights.
"He's got a wonderful member Nicole, hasn't he?" asked Jacques.
"Oh yes. As good as yours, Jacques!" replied the admiring girl.
A brusque flame of desire burned in her stomach. Following her impulse, she tried to slide her hand under his stomach. Derval lifted his flank up slightly, the exploring hand slid under, then, having reached the stiff cock moulded by the thin cloth of his trousers, she turned her hand round and closed it over his member. The organ became animated, inciting her to massage it. But her hand was deaf to that call, she stayed absolutely immobile.
A knife appeared in the executioner's hand and he began to cut the victims dress waist high. She tore at her bounds frantically. A portion of naked skin appeared in the torn cloth. Gloved hands plunged into the breach, tore her dress off. Her admirable buttocks naked, merged from the satin shreds. The man stepped back to observe the erotic effect of his work. Twisting divinely in the shreds, presented much more indecently than if the dress had been tucked up, the buttocks involuntarily gushing from the rich cloth provoked the senses of the spectators.
The man took down a whip with twelve long lashes, hanging from his belt. He settled himself on his legs to the left of the young woman, lifted his arm. The victim must have been aware of her imminent correction, for her buttocks contracted, narrowing the brown line between. The bundle of stiff lashes cleaved the air, smacked into her buttocks, spread out like a fan, enrobing the two cheeks which have just quivered with the shock.
The whip left the big chastised buttocks, leaving long red welts. It rose again, the woman, hanging from the chains, feet free, twisted so much that she turned right round and he couldn't get at her backside. The d'collet' of the evening gown being completely uncovered by the triangular opening of the little fur stole held on by a thin gold chain, the man grabbed the satin draped on her almost naked breasts, pulled it down with a furious gesture; the white globes, shaken by the tearing of the protecting cloth, jutted out of the fur frame. When they ceased trembling, the whip struck, reviving their wobbling.
The young woman awfully pained, literally bounded in the air, pulling on the chains. She spun round again, presenting her buttocks. Her posterior received the blow aimed at her breasts. Pain spun her in the opposite direction, but just when she faced him, she saw the whip poised, ready to crash onto her breasts again, and turned again, preferring to have it on her behind, less sensitive than her breasts.
"Pity its not a talkie," says Nicole in a strangled voice, hardly perceptible.
"It's hardly possible with amateur films, dear Nicole."
"Perhaps, but a lot is lost by not hearing the swish of the whip nor the girl's cries," insisted the young girl, hand grasping his cock.
"Patience, patience, Nicole. Have confidence in me and little by little all your lubricious desires and pornographic appetites will be fulfilled." Saying this, Derval squeezed her large buttocks with his hand. The young girl shivered. Would he go as far as the chap in the film? I'm almost sure that he's capable, thought Nicole, her sentiments mingled with fear and envy.
Then, fascinated by the obsessing film, she carried all her attention to the screen.
Like a rigorous metronome, the whip rose and fell. Less regular in its comportment, the punished backside danced sprightly and agitated in all sorts of exciting positions. Each stroke leaving twelve scarlet lash-marks on her quaking skin, inspired a different movement of retreat from the precedent. Sometimes it pulled in, sometimes it swung from side to side, and when the lashes lacerated her underneath, it quivered like jelly.
"How is it that the actress playing the victim's role accepted not to have her punishment fixed," asked Nicole.
"Don't be silly, Nicole," said Lisa. "Would you have liked the spanking I gave you this afternoon to have been faked?"
"Oh no!"
"Then why shouldn't the actress take pleasure in being whipped?"
"It's not the same thing. Between spanking and whipping there is a great difference."
"What do you know about that? Wait until it happens to you before talking!"
Nicole didn't answer, but raised herself to throw a suspicious glance at Lisa. The young woman had spoken with such fervor that Nicole wondered if she was addicted to the whip by passion.
Sudden anguish knotted her throat. She knew that she wouldn't refuse if her friends asked her to offer her buttocks to the lash, and that knowledge procured a certain uneasiness for her. She tried fiercely to chase that idea from her mind, but her perturbed senses whispered to her that they would like to know the incisive sensations which whip-blows on her naked buttocks would give her. The film ended. Tired of groping their backsides, the man masturbated himself, cock between their reddening buttocks.
CHAPTER 4
Derval then showed slides of himself in company with his goddaughter. These scenes just about finished Nicole. Suddenly, the whipping seemed indispensable to her. However, her taste for this came seeing herself in the role of the victim as well as the whipper. It was especially on having seen the little girl in postures for receiving the spanking that she had an imperious desire to administer slaps.
Eyes troubled, she asked, "When will the gardener's daughter come?"
"Well, well! Would this be my good example which gave you your vocation of 'mother-whip-per?'"
"Maybe! Until now I've never conceived whipping scenes other than as the victim. From now on, I think that the whipper's personality would suit me."
"I admit that I would like to see you at work! This said, the evening being well started, and account being taken of your excellent dispositions, I'm going to jump the gun by letting you visit my domain. A place where nobody gets in without first brilliantly passing a test which Lisa and I impose on our guests! I can assure you that you have passed with honours. There is only one more question. Did you undergo the outrage committed by the lorry driver with repugnance?"
"At first, yes! But when I felt him inside me, I had a lot of pleasure. I even had a marvelous climax!"
"Then why did you want to lodge a complaint against him?"
"Vengeance! He left me naked on the road under the rain! My turn to ask a question, Why do you use the conditional when you ask about my complaint?"
"Simply because I bluffed you when I telephoned to the police station. In fact, there was no one at the other end. Are you angry?"
"On the contrary, that relieves me. Now, after the exquisite day I've spent with you, I don't hold any spite against this lorry driver."
Then, starting, she said, "But ... And Michel, my boyfriend! He doesn't know what has happened to me!"
"Is it so important? Do you ... love him?"
"A little, all the same! Mind you he's not my great passion, but in spite of all, I'm very attached to him. He makes love well ... and his parents are rich!"
"Would it inconvenience you if he were to join us here ... and participate in our games?"
"My goodness, I'm ready to sacrifice anything to stay a little with you even if I had to see him making out with your wife."
"That would be inevitable! You have to give yourself a reason."
"In the atmosphere here, I think that jealousy annihilates it. Again, when there is reciprocity inside, the conception of fidelity loses a lot of its meaning. To see Michel take Mrs. Derval while I myself am cleaved by you would take away all sense of property. Maybe I'll even learn something from this."
"I'm sure you will. Take us for example. Lisa and I, we adore each other, rest assured of that. Well, we never rejoice as much as when we spice our love making with the presence of others. I would even say that this addition strengthens our union, stops it from dying out in habits which wear out enthusiasm as surely as the sea corrodes stones. Tomorrow morning I'll really call the station and ask them to get you your boyfriend."
Jacques got up. The two women did the same. Lisa went out for a few instants, then came back carrying three cloaks similar to the ones carried by the actors in the film. The hoods had two holes in them for the eyes and one for the nose. There wasn't any for the mouth. Not sticking to their faces, these cloaks permitted talking with the added advantage of disguising the voices.
Questions tumbled onto Nicole's lips, but she controlled herself this time. In a few minutes she would know. Patience!
Masked, the three libertines walked towards the gate which led into the mysterious garden. Derval fiddled with some hidden buttons. Then knocked a signal on the panel. From the other side came a click, indicating that someone had effected the same manipulation. The door opened, pushed by a very pretty girl whose heavy plaits hung over her shoulders. She was moulded into a black leather costume without sleeves. A zip could open the girl's garment from top to bottom, from her neck to her pubis.
At the moment it was open to the waist, and the swelling of her superb globulous breasts surged out from the thin leather. The bottom part composing the panties, was only a tight triangle which just covered the jut of her vagina, incrusting itself into her crack. And behind, the surface of the shining leather was so reduced that her beautiful rounded buttocks were almost naked, squeezing in the triangle of leather between her cheeks. This ravishing creature was wearing thigh-boots which covered her long legs and half of her fine muscled thighs. She also wore long leather gloves. Hanging from her belt was a whip.
"Lets have some light, Sylvia."
The girl, whose strange presence astonished Nicole, pulled several handles down, projectors of all colors, artistically placed in the undergrowth, added to the strangeness of the vegetation.
"Let's take a walk around."
In Indian file, the Dervals and Nicole, preceded by the young flexible bodied girl whose buttocks, almost naked, rolled graciously to the rhythm of her supple march, followed a narrow pathway bathed with greenish light. They soon came to a little clearing in the middle of which stood an ancestral chapel. Discovering the gothic style work Nicole stopped dead and exclaimed.
"But ... isn't this the chapel from the film?"
"It is indeed! What surprises me dear Nicole, and which relieves me at the same time is that you didn't recognize us in the film!"
"What! It was you?"
"Of course! That's why we wore cloaks. If ever the film fell into the wrong hands, we are assured of keeping our identity secret. My dear Nicole, I won't render homage to your wiseness nor your gift of observation. Nothing but the beauty spot Lisa has on her right breast, beside the nipple should have awakened your suspicions."
"Not at all Jacques. Remember, I had blotted out the "trade-mark" with make-up, so that I couldn't possibly be recognized."
"As well as that," said Nicole, a little vexed, "I would bring to your notice that Mrs. Derval's skin was almost as white as my own on the film."
"That's true, Nicole. I hadn't thought about that. The film was made this winter and my wife wasn't as tanned as she is now. A thousand pardons."
"But who did the filling? Her?" designing the other girl with her chin.
"No, she wasn't there that day as guardian."
"Guardian? Of whom? Of what?"
"I'll tell you. It's time to let you know more. First, let's go into the chapel."
They entered the chapel on Sylvia's heels. It was gloomy inside. A lone flame hissed at the end of a gas pipe. The young girl lit a taper and began lighting the candelabras. The crypt was badly lit and the first thing Nicole noticed was the sound of breathing-of several people breathing, revealing to her that the place was lived in. She felt oppressed, uneasy. As if she had understood that Nicole needed comforting, Lisa took her by the waist and hugged her. The contact of the warm round hip reassured Nicole. Then the shadows stood out little by little in the anguishing obscurity and Nicole saw ... .
Ten black "panthers" and "tigresses" lying on straw side by side, their front "paws" chained...
There were ten girls in fact, each more beautiful than the other, none of them was over twenty, and all were dressed in real skins. Their hands and the bottoms of their faces were visible. And on their heads they wore real animal heads, complete with whiskers and long sharp teeth. Two holes cut in the hides bared their breasts and another, larger, uncovered their buttocks entirely.
Taken aback, shocked, Nicole looked at the prisoners and asked herself if she was dreaming. When she had painfully succeeded swallowing her saliva she stammered:
"Ho ... How...."
"How did we get such a herd of girls together and make such a ... zoo? It's very simple. Either Lisa or myself, following whether we are involved with a lesbian or an adolescent of normal sexual propensities, seduces the subject we have noticed. When we have succeeded, which of course, is not always the case, we entice the girl home, make her drink a drugged whiskey and when she is unconscious, we bring her here, from where she won't escape until we are tired of her."
"But she could give you away!"
"Certainly not! For we hold them under the menace of scandal. Photos are taken of them when they are drugged. They showed them making love in the most obscene positions! If by chance one of them told on us, all newspapers would receive these photos showing her making love to another girl. The other girl is only one of the "old girls" who plays to our demands."
"But then," murmured Nicole in a trembling voice, "What about me?"
"You, my dear Nicole, just escaped it by a hair! When I took you in the car last night, I had every intention of putting you with these girls."
"And why didn't you?"
"Because Lisa and I noticed that you were of the elite. Someone as beautiful as you, who appreciates passionate flagellation, isn't come by every day. As for me, since Mrs. Derval, you are only the third woman who has admitted liking the whip. The second made such abuses of the whip that she died from heart failure! One should never abuse good things."
"I didn't say that I liked receiving whip-strokes, I simply proved that my buttocks gave me climaxes. There's a difference."
"No, there's no difference. From spanking one passes quickly to a superior degree. Very soon you won't be able to go without the whip, I assure you."
Eyes wide, legs like putty, breath short, Nicole took the jail in, inspecting each bare ass jutting out of the hide. All carried traces of whip lashes. By analogy, the young girl thought of her own ass and shivered at the thought of the future corporal punishment she would have to suffer. In fact, she said to herself, spanking is also part of punishment and, as far as I'm concerned, it would be rather a reward!
Jacques held her arm. "Come on, let's go in now. Tomorrow you may assist at the animals' "training". You'll see, you'll enjoy it."
Sylvia accompanied them to the gate. The double lock was functioned again.
"And what if the guardian refused to open from her side?"
"One day a girl tried that. I cut the current which runs round the walls, I climbed over the wall ... During three days the delinquent had to he on her stomach, incapable of moving ... or sitting down ... In front of everybody, so that it would be an example, I had attached her arms and legs split between two trees and, having taken her tunic off, I whipped her behind with a tribal-it's a long thin metal stick which tanners use-for fifteen minutes every two hours for a whole day. Believe me that that stopped her from doing it again!"
"But who are the guardians?"
"Everybody has a turn at being guardian. like in the army, they have a weekly guard. You can be sure that during their "week" they are very careful indeed! Moreover, I count on vengeance to compel them to live in constant animosity. Between them, they don't spare themselves during the whipping scenes, as if I were always there to preside over them! There now, you know everything now. Now you know who are our auxiliaries who wash floors and windows!"
And although Nicole hoped with all her might in her desire to make love, they didn't go to bed. Jacques went behind the little bar, lit a table lamp made from a curved glass bottle, whose large red shade diffused a knowing tinted light, making the atmosphere more intimate. More sensual as well. He prepared strong drinks, placed the glasses on a low table then, having undressed himself, installed himself completely naked on a couch and said:
"Lisa darling, let's have some good music."
When the sweet music filled their ears he broke the silence once more.
"My little darlings, I would like you to give me a demonstration of your lesbian talents. Start by each undressing the other."
The two women enlaced in the middle of the room and, soldering their lips together, began a lustful sway to the piercing rhythm of the blues. Their stomachs were tightly pressed and their almost naked breasts crushed one against the other. With slow gestures, exasperating for the man's nerves and senses, turning round on the same spot, they outlined indolent caresses, caresses in which their hands slipped over their curved bodies. Jacques put his hand on his cock when the women limited their wanderings to each others buttocks.
They heated up. Their libertinage became really obscene, for their fingers wandered lower than the furrow, inserting themselves between their thighs. Still joined at the mouth, they exalted. While Lisa's hands tucked up the little red lace skirt, Nicole's pulled the black nylon tights down, the young girl's ample behind was progressively bared. The effect was stunning for the male who avidly followed the undressing.
The skirt, held up by the pressure of the two bodies, and the tights, rolled down over her thighs, delivered themselves to hungry hands. Fingers slid in the cracks, plunged between the quivering cheeks which swayed following the impulsion of each voluptuous hip-swing. A sensual fever heated the two friends' blood, their desire to be united in another way, more intimately, culminating, they loosed themselves. Unheeding prudence, they caressed each other licentiously on the hole, then stuck their fingers in, as far as possible, and twisted them, languorously at first. Lisa began to tremble the first; her eyes clouded with languor. She detached her lips from Nicole's and threw her radiant face back. Cooing, she pushed her stomach back and forth, to accelerate the flux and influx of the fingers which her anus gripped tightly. Her stomach slapped against the other's. The climax began in her intestines while Nicole began to swoon. A celestial choir of sighs rose up. Eyes raised, modulating their love-chant, they looked like two savages imploring the gods to grant them a gift. And it was granted. The miracle came. Twisted with pleasure, they glowed with light. The fire began in their stomachs, spread to their limbs, licked their skin. The intensity of voluptuousness rose to its climax while they shouted with joy. Then the fire died down. Feverish, still shaken by some late spasms, each squeezing the other tightly, they lived the last seconds of joy, head on the other's shoulder.
When the crisis was over, the tired eyed lovers finished undressing. Naked, they clasped each other, fell down on the carpet, rolled over each other, pinched each other's nipples and animated their hands in the hollow between their legs.
Knowing how to control himself, Jacques joined them, calmly. His coming was welcomed. They had been waiting for him, not really being able to know sublime deliverance without the aid of a cock.
His hands seemed to be everywhere at the same time; on their firm breasts, their curvy buttocks, and on their round stomachs. On the other hand, their hands converged uniquely towards the splendid curved scimitar, rising proudly swollen to its full length.
But their hand-games were short lived. The man felt the need to enter one or the other female. He chose Nicole. Seizing her breasts, he made her turn over. The young girl accepted quickly since she was obsessed by the desire to be sodomized since the spanking session.
Not having the strength to let her splendid breasts, which swelled in the hollows of his hands go, Jacques let his wife guide his enormous staff between the offered buttocks. Lisa, before introducing it, tongued it. She licked the big velvet dome. She titillated it with the tip of her tongue, then nuzzled around the mauve ring, electrifying the sensitive string, kissed the long column which vibrated in maximum erection. Abusing the situation, she accorded herself the right of bringing her husband to his climax by sucking him. Jacques felt the moist mouth close ever him. He wanted to defend himself against her, but the exquisite flowing of her mouth, absorbing his cock, melted his will power. Panting, eyes shadowed, all his muscles contracted, he was enchanted by the sliding lips and searching tongue. Suddenly, on the verge of spurting, he whimpered:
"Stop Lisa, please. You'll make me discharge."
Fortunately, knowing how to control herself, Lisa gave up in favor of Nicole. She gripped the sword at its hilt, bent it towards the target, pricked the point dripping with saliva into the center of Nicole's buttocks. Pushing her husband's buttocks, she incited him to introduce himself into her friend's backside. It wasn't the first time that Nicole was possessed by the little hole. She didn't feel any apprehension or suffering although her lover was very well built indeed.
Curious, Lisa separated the snowy mounts between which the stake was implanted, to see it sliding into the sphincter which squeezed it. The male's stomach slowly descended, her backside rose to meet it. The portion of cock not yet covered diminished rapidly. The hanging testicles were already brushing the junction of her thighs. And a sweet melody rose and swelled from her mouth. These sounds reminded Lisa that a beloved mouth was free. In a rush of passion she placed herself in front of the radiant face on her back, wriggled her sex into position until it met the panting mouth.
Lips stuck to her melting flesh, hot breath tickled her vagina, the tongue agitated her swollen clitoris and she arched, whimpered and wriggled, sighing and blubbering. Her thighs split even more, and leaned on Nicole's shoulders; she fed on Lisa's hair and secretion.; Lisa tightened her legs on Nicole's head. Then, she folded her legs over her back and crossed her feet, took her head in her hands and pressed it against her dripping cunt. Leaning on an elbow, Nicole caressed the entrance with her index, which was entirely swallowed up, maneuvered the ardent button of love between her thumb and middle finger.
On the young girl's back, the man accentuated the rhythm. Beaming, he powerfully propulsed himself in the interior of the supple corridor whose pulsations were communicated to his cock. Very soon the trio swooned, rushed fiercely towards the culmination of the orgasm. Relief beatified their expressions. Hearts beat madly; eyes were fixed; invisible sparks sprang from their pores. A convulsion of painful felicity transfigured Jacques; in Nicole's backside his cock was shaken by impulsive hiccups. He exalted. His substance spurted out. While, totally plunged into her quaking insides, he unleashed his life matter, agitated by spasms, Nicole fell into vertigo. Tenaciously, she tried to extirpate pleasure from the body soldered to her mouth by its secret opening.
Lisa lifted herself even more, her heels frantically beat the wriggling back, her nails scratched Nicole's scalp. She stretched, immobilizing herself, heaved a great shout of distress while freeing her nectar in profusion into the mouth which drank it greedily.
Drugged with pleasure, they unraveled themselves. Jacques got up painfully and prepared more drinks at the bar. While they drank, they were wise. But, as soon as they had drunk, Lisa went to her room to get a false cock and a whip. When she came back, it was fixed to her waist and rose as proudly as Jacques' cock a few minutes before.
However, less than the cock which she knew was for her, she was frightened by the whip. As she paled at the sight of it and shrank away, Lisa, who had just given the instrument to her husband, took the girl to her and, smiling gently said:
"Don't be so afraid, my darling, our goal is not to inflict pain on you but to arouse new sensations of pleasure in you. Jacques and I will do it in such a way that pain will never outweigh voluptuousness. As well, the lashes are not the same kind as those used on real whips; they are made to give pleasure, not to hurt."
While she gave these explanations, Lisa's hands wandered over the young girl's breasts. They had such a beautiful shape, so fleshy, so firm, so smooth that Mrs. Derval could have spent hours caressing them. Abandoning herself to the caresses, Nicole, placing her head on her friends breast, tenderly chewed her nipple. Her eyes were fixed on the enormous rubber monster which was pointing at her, and her hands played with it as if it were a real one. She let her thighs be separated when Jacques knelt down to revive her desire with his mouth. And, although he was less subtle than his wife at this sort of thing, he still was able to bring soft whimpers to Nicole's mouth.
When the young girl was sufficiently aroused to be penetrated, Jacques left the angle between her legs and Lisa, lying back on the couch, brought Nicole on top of her.
The young woman waited until she was impaled on the cock before pushing her to the side. Then she lifted herself up a little, put her arm around Nicole's waist and, inciting her to move herself on the staff with a few pushes with her stomach, she began spanking her lightly. It was the beginning of a whipping sequence which would amplify itself as the victim got more excited and more accustomed to the pain.
Instantly Nicole sparkled, happy, conquered by the heat which the slaps on her bottom brought her, combined with the rejoicing which the in-out movement of the false cock procured her. Relaxed, she let her buttocks swing with each slap. Legs together, arms waving like fins, she seemed to imitate the undulating stroke of a swimming dolphin. Her admirable spheric behind reddened under the shower of slaps; it glowed deliciously, and by the exuberance of her movements, it was clear that she was ready for whipping.
Lisa nodded her head at her husband, warning him to get ready. She gave a last salvo of slaps, this time more severely than before, then stopped on the moment that the lashes began to hiss through the air. The twelve serpents stung the ass which described its revolt by a brusque contraction. Nicole arched; a brief cry surged from her mouth. Her cry was more a cry of surprise than pain for she wasn't at all prepared for the change. She had let herself be drugged by the spanking whose effects brought her so much pleasure.
Then, by and by, the repetition of the strokes brought her into the padded universe the first one had taken her out of. And although she twisted and sometimes, ceasing her languorous whimpering, she screamed, Nicole savored the stings and pricks which the whip gave her.
A network of sinuous welts decorated her trembling ass, but she didn't try to avoid the biting lashes. Better still, the beautiful masochist stopped herself from coming so as to take advantage of the inexorable magic which the whipping gave her.
At the end, she could only repeat:
"It's so good! Oh! It's wonderful!"
From the fluctuations of her body, Jacques guessed that her climax was beginning. He struck harder. Leather tongues flew and slapped down on her expectant ass.
Panting, enchanted, she shouted: "HARDER!"
Derval obliged her. A thousand stars burst onto her fleshy buttocks. The whip rose and fell down like a piston. Some of the lashes broke away from the ivory shaft. Nicole was sweating, her eyes were clouded with passion; her mouth twisted; her legs waved like the sails on a windmill; her fists opened and closed spasmodically; her continually swaying butt, scarlet, rose, fell, was satiated by the shower of flames.
Finally, delirious, panting, transfigured by ecstasy, she succumbed to the orgasm. Her stomach's sluice gates liberated her luscious effluvium; she ceded to the trances of apotheosis.
Completely stunned, she fell head first onto the ground and rolled over conquered, annihilated, on the carpet.
As she stayed on her back, Jacques rushed towards her, straddled her, and calling to his wife, he said:
"Wank me on her tits!"
Lisa knelt down beside her husband and, directing the enormous stake between the two domes, gorged with hard flesh, she rubbed the soft pulp like a little girl masturbating a friend for the first time. He was so near to spurting when he had straddled Nicole that almost immediately the thick summits were blasted by his sperm.
CHAPTER 5
It was two in the morning when they accompanied Nicole to her room. Exhausted, the young girl had somehow found the strength to masturbate herself in front of the mirror, sliding back and forth on her finger, which squirmed in the interior of her grotto, thighs well apart and knees slightly bent, shaking her body and watching her breasts wobble.
She knew, while she activated her middle finger, profoundly plunged between her legs, that Jacques was behind the mirror for, before telling him goodnight, she had let him know that she wouldn't go to sleep before "spoiling herself a little."
Getting up seemed difficult in spite of the late hour in the morning. It was already very warm, and Nicole would have liked to join her friends naked, only she was afraid of being rebuked at her desertion of eroticism. Thinking that she used all the eroticism to be had with the red dress, she opted for the jade green shirt, which was worn with little panties bordered with black lace, which Lisa had lent her in case it got cold in the night.
She hesitated at wearing panties which were at least one size too small for her, which cut into her sex terribly and impeded her walking, it in-crusted itself into her loins so much. It was the same for the shirt, for her heaving breasts prevented her from buttoning it.
But nevertheless, when she presented herself to her friends in this apparel, she received praise upon praise for her choice.
"You're so stunning," said Jacques, "that I would advise you to stay like that all day."
"Yes, but my panties keep on unbuttoning," said Nicole who, once more tried to button herself up.
"Exactly!" he exploded, "that will only be more suggestive. I just love girls who are uncomfortably buttoned!"
"Well, since it's like that, I agree."
When they had taken their breakfast, the couple left their guest "to get dressed." He came back the first with the famous tights he had worn in the film. The obscene opening in them let his soft swinging cock take in the fresh air; she, following close behind, wore a sun bather in white satin and an ultra short black pleated skirt, held at the waist by a large belt.
They were both wearing black leather boots and their heads were hidden under their cloaks, like the night before. Nicole grimaced when Lisa gave her a cloak.
"It's annoying, I know, but necessary. The less our "tigresses" see of our faces the better we'll be! Security first! Put on high black boots as well; it'll be a nice contrast with your casual costume."
As soon as Nicole was ready, the little group set off.
"By the way, little darling, I contacted the police. The captain assured me he would do all that is necessary."
"Thanks very much," said the young girl without much enthusiasm. She was no longer in a hurry to see Michel. She was afraid that his presence might oblige her to moderate her conduct.
Sylvia welcomed them, robot like. Vexation and sequestration had turned her into an introvert, a foreigner to atmosphere, who only externalized herself when being whipped. Nicole noticed that her buttocks, quite naked, so to speak, were fined with brown welt marks, the marks of a whipping which had taken place in the last few days. She asked Jacques about this.
"When 'they' are on guard duty, does no one whip them?"
"No, unless of course, she has committed a grave error. This immunity is especially arranged so that they may have eight days of complete rest and their backsides may heal up!"
"Are they all as well-fleshed as Sylvia? Last night, in the gloom I couldn't make them out very well."
"They are ndeed. But if it's in the spirit of competition that you are asking me that, I would like to assure you right away. None of the be-hinds which you are about to see are as beautiful as your own."
Nicole glanced at him uneasily. "You think it's a little large eh?"
"Not at all! If it were floppy I would perhaps find it too imposing but, firm fleshed as it is, I can only fall down in admiration before it. If you only knew the pleasure I had working on it last night, your pride would push you to go out in the street ass naked!"
They stopped in the porch of the chapel. Sylvia, to whom Lisa had given orders, went into the "animal house." Then came a clanking of chains, then, the crack of a whip accompanied by cries of pain. A "tigress" rushed out of the gloom, on hands and knees, her buttocks lined with a cruel welt. A second one followed soon after, and soon all ten were out.
They wore leather collars round their necks, and long chains were attached to the collars. Jacques bent down and took three, his wife did the same, then Nicole; Sylvia took the last remaining one. Making their "beasts" walk in front of them, the "tamers," each one with a whip, plunged into the luxuriant park in single file.
With the exception of several whip blows accompanied by "roars" the distance separating the chapel from a second clearing, in which a real cage, complete with stools and hanging hoops, was constructed, was covered without any notable incidents. All during the walk Nicole had compared the three asses which danced in front of her, dreaming that she would like to whip at least one. Another discovery had interested her a lot. The circle cut in their tights was not a perfect circle. It narrowed to a point between the thighs so as to denude the jut of the vagina. Once again the girl's panty came undone and the triangle of floating cloth uncovered a grand portion of skin. But she didn't care. If her panties didn't want to stay on her butt, well ... let it fall off!
Access to the cage was made through a wire door. When their chains had been taken off, the panthers and tigresses stood head-to-tail. Sylvia opened the trap door and, with her whip, she stimulated the first girl to enter. She did the same with the others, exactly as if she were dealing with real beasts. Nicole found that the atmosphere was wonderfully well created. Jacques must have particularly delighted in this phase because his cock was already stiffening and swelling to a superb erection.
The Dervals, Nicole and Sylvia entered the cage. The man abandoned his riding whip and took a long trainer's whip. Rushing at the herd, he began to whip them haphazardly, shouting each one's given name.
"MIRKA! ... ZOOBHA! ... LEO!...(etc.) Come on! Up on the stools!"
Still on hands and knees, running in all directions and howling with pain the disguised girls pushed each other to get onto their respective stools. It was every man for himself, a kind of law of the jungle. The first to get onto the star spangled stools avoided the whip, but the late ones got more than their share. Especially a black panther, who, awkward with fear, couldn't get onto her stool because she was trembling so much. Jacques, with sadistic joy deforming his figure, took it out on her. Under the avalanche of blows, she couldn't reach her place and she fell down rolling in the dust.
Aiming at her breasts and buttocks according to the side the crying girl presented to him, the tamer whipped her with all his might. With each blow "Daida" bent and twisted, rolled over, throwing her body away from the whip. Then knowing that her aggressor would only stop whipping her when she had reached her perch, she galloped towards the stool, struggled onto it while, her buttocks being the most vulnerable of targets, the immense lash traced innumerable red welts across it.
Jacques stepped back when she was in place. He cracked the whip, shouting, "Sit!"
The ten "animals" got up on their "hind legs," a little bent and parted to make it look more real, their front "legs" raised and slightly hanging. The pose was very difficult to hold and Jacques knew it. That's why, exploiting the precarious position of the girls, he left them like that a very long time.
Their legs began to weaken very quickly and their bodies began to sway. Sweat beaded on their breasts, pear-shaped and chiseled, brown and pink nippled, which trembled on their heaving breasts rising and descending to the rhythm of their breathing.
Untiringly, Jacques examined his "beasts," waiting, whip ready, to correct a bad posture. And the girls, preferring to fall from exhaustion rather than be brutalized again, showed fierce energy. Frowning, he shouted: "Sylvia! Light the hoop!"
The guardian lit a match, and lit the hoop after opening a gas tap. The big circle burst into flame. Nicole looked closely at their faces to get their reaction. Their heads being held too low, she couldn't read the terror which dilated their pupils, but, at the twitches which worked at their mouths, she could guess what they were going through.
The whip cracked. "In line!"
Then, immediately, and while the "animals" jumped from their stools and formed a line, Jacques stimulated the first one's ardour with his biting taming instrument.
Nicole was invited to await the arrival of the animals at the other side of the ring. She held a short dog whip in her hand and was firmly decided to put it to use.
Trembling all over, the first girl prepared to jump through the flaming circle.
"Well! What are you waiting for?"
The whip cracked on her buttocks. She howled, jumped, then resolved herself. The short flexible plank vibrated under her bounds. She gained height, aimed at the center of the flames, jumped, flew through the flames shouting, and landed, head tucked in, on a thick mattress. This was where Nicole must intervene.
Her whip cracked onto the girl's backside three times. The scrabbling girl, terrified, face streaming with tears, quickly regained her stool, followed by the brunette who didn't spare her poor backside, crisscrossed with welts. As soon as she was on her stool, Nicole hurried back. A second girl had already jumped, bursting into tears. And she too received her ration of whip blows which burned her buttocks.
Nicole was in paradise. Her panties, now unbuttoned on two sides, the panels falling over her pubis, were wet with lubricant. While she smacked into the eighth behind, she stiffened, petrified by the commencing climax.
After the ten animals had jumped through the hoop without incident, they were led back to the chapel, on leashes.
Their meal consisted of huge pieces of raw meat, which they fought over, tearing the meat with their teeth.
Jacques suddenly manifested the desire to ride one of his prisoners. Having made his choice, an adolescent with very pretty rose colored buttocks, divinely plump, he took her by the heels and dragged her away from the others. In spite of her disarray, the young girl hadn't let go of the hunk of bloody meat that she had stolen from one of the others. She accepted quietly until she felt him trying to penetrate her by the anus.
Then, frisking like mad, she pleaded:
"NOT THAT WAY! NO! Please, ... that hurts too much! ... it hurrrrts!"
But his stake was already forcing its entry. And, dominated by her nerves, forgetting the risk she ran, she wriggled so much that he couldn't perpetuate his rape as he wanted to.
Furious, Jacques had her tied up on a sort of bench, wrists tied under it and her knees brought up to her stomach. Jutting out, wide open, from the black fur, her backside delivered the swollen button of her anus for all to see. Even more in evidence, her sex, ringed by a fair-haired beard, stood out like a little rugby ball.
The sadist sat on her back and, holding a whip, began to punish the young girl in a most abominable way, that is, whipping her crack. Hysteric cries filled the room. Whipping savagely, the whipper ravaged her tender flesh. Being unable to move, her bonds were so tight, the youngster could hardly even start at each ringing smack, while her intimate parts shriveled with the blows. He was pitiless. He hammered, pillaged her quim with his biting lash with the strength of a devil. He stopped only when blood flowed from her thick lips.
This exemplary punishment had lasted five minutes. For good measure he whipped across her buttocks when at last he stood up. The suffering caused by this second whipping was much more tolerable. The more so because her behind finished by accepting the stinging blow out of habit. Christine alias Daphne, had been on the whip diet for months now ... buggering too, but she couldn't get used to that.
And, his prey more dead than living, Jacques prepared to stake her. And the man, who plunged deliciously into the hole which gloved his cock tightly had the impression that some essential thing was missing from his climax. He would have preferred Christine to plead with him rather than to faint. His two hands took hold of her burning buttocks, bent over his stretched arms, his body level with her spine, he pushed powerfully on his rigidity. On purpose, he hadn't taken the precaution of lubricating his cock with saliva, so that the dry buggering would bring him even sharper sensations.
Everybody, including the "animals" watched him attacking the vulnerable behind. However, and in spite of their inferior position, certain captives couldn't stop themselves taking a certain pleasure at seeing their master violate their companion by her ass-hole. And there was even one, a lesbian who, well back away from Sylvia's watchful eyes, fingered the girl in front of her. Lisa had taken Nicole's panties right off and was feeling the pretty ass which projected itself in a luscious invitation. As for the brunette, her hand was feeling under her friend's pleated skirt and her fingers petrified her juicy flesh, which offered itself to the delicious fingerings. Panting, Jacques worked the luxurious backside with long strokes, awakening his captive's suffering. His orgasm, which wouldn't be shared, was imminent. Spasmodic pulsations shook the undulating member crushing her rosy flesh with his in-out movement. At the moment when the first spurt of sperm burst into her insides, the member was only half way in and Lisa and Nicole, eyes fixed on its throbbing, had the revelation of the flowing by the powerful contraction propulsing the nectar.
In ecstasy, he slumped over the chained girl's back, gushing into the soft warm fur. He continued maneuvering his prick on a short axle, trying to get it in as far as possible.
When he came out, he told Sylvia to re-attach the "beasts." As they were talking around the tiled perimeter of the pool, Jacques stopped on the edge of the basin, leaning forward and crying:
"Hey! Come and look at this!"
Intrigued and unwary, Lisa and Nicole approached, stood beside him narrowing their eyes to try and get a glimpse of what he had seen. They didn't see anything for the good reason that there was nothing to see! Pushing them from behind, he shoved them into the water, laughing. There were two loud splashes, then, the water bubbling, two spluttering heads emerged. They rapidly reached the side and fuming, climbed up the ladder, soaking. Nicole's green shirt was stuck to her breasts and hips. Her panties, not being able to resist the shock of the water, had slipped right down to her heels.
Lisa wasn't any better off. Her bathing coat hung under her naked breasts and her pleated skirt clung to her rounded buttocks, moulded the swelling of her pubis.
So, while the two women cursed the laughing joker, the door leading to the road opened and Michel, astonished, eyes gaping, stood on the step....
CHAPTER 6
"Who are you," shouted Jacques, suddenly aggressive.
And Nicole's surprised exclamation told him. "Michel! Good Lord, it's you."
"Close the door for god's sake, people might see us."
Recovering, Michel slammed the heavy gate and, fists tightened, walked towards Derval saying:
"If you weren't disguised like that you wouldn't be afraid that passers-by saw you! Can you tell me why my girl-friend is dressed so indecently?"
"Just a minute, young man, you seem to forget that it was I who found your girl-friend on the road and offered her my protection."
"Protection! We'll see about protection. But first of all I'm going to...."
With extraordinary presence of mind, Lisa came between the two men. With a few rapid gests she undid her belt and pulled her dress off.
Then, naked, having taken her bathing suit off, she mewed softly:
"Michel, this is my husband Jacques. I'm sure that you're going to be the best of friends."
The ridiculousness of the situation made the belligerence between the two men melt away. To see that young woman naked, as easy in her role as if she had been in an evening gown at a Parisian cocktail, brought their good humor back. Enlivened, they shook hands. But Nicole bit her lip anxiously. She didn't know what to say to her boyfriend. Prudently staying aside, she waited for the next act. And it was Lisa again who got her out of trouble.
"Michel, go and kiss your girl friend. Unfortunately we both fell into the water."
The young man pretended to believe the casualness of this forced bath. Smiling, he took Nicole in his arms and kissed her lovingly on the mouth. When, out of breath, trembling with the desire to make love, they separated, Lisa planted herself in front of Michel and, very relaxed, started opening his fly, saying:
"Don't stand dressed in front of us, it's indecent!"
Docile, the young man let himself be undressed. However, he started just a little when he felt the soft hands pulling his underpants off. Hands crossed, he tried to hide his magnificently erected masculinity. Slapping his hands, the young woman obliged him to be less prudish. She even reprimanded him.
"When one has such a beautiful stake, one exhibits it for all the world to see!"
And as Michel, having finally unveiled his ardent member, was going to take his black polo-necked pullover off, she added:
"No, young man, keep your pullover on. My husband will lend you a pair of black boots. So, with the boots and pullover, you'll be much more enticing!"
Then, turning towards Jacques, she said, "Offer Michel a drink while Nicole and I get ready for lunch."
They took a shower together. Clinging one to the other, laughing like two little schoolgirls, stiffening their buttocks so that their stomachs could press tighter together, they gamboled under the jet of warm water. Then they soaped each other, and this having sharpened their senses, they masturbated each other. When they had fully unleashed their liquid on each other's squirming fingers, they rinsed and got dried, then combed their hair and got made up. Suddenly Lisa placed her hand on her friend's arm.
"Wait. Take off the make up!"
"What!"
"I've an idea. We'll get dressed up as little girls. I have enough affairs here, for Jacques loves to spank me when I'm disguised as a schoolgirl. Plait your hair. I can't, my hair is too short. I'll wear a ribbon."
In the wink of an eye their underclothes were heaped on the bed.
"We'll put on child's panties and short shirts which button onto them. You put on this black apron, a pair of white socks and these black flat-heeled shoes. I'm going to put on this little kilt and I'll put on black socks. Wait till you see the effect it has on Jacques. Does your boyfriend like little girls?"
"I don't really know. We've never discussed it."
"If he has a lubricious temperament he must like them. Men who like physical pleasures rarely don't desire little girls. Anyway, I hope that Michel will be more seduced by my dress than by your horrible get-up! You know, I like him and I wouldn't mind him assailing me! Especially in front of you, just to see your face!"
"I say, hypocrite! It that why you gave me this horrid apron which makes me look ridiculous while you reserved a more becoming outfit for yourself?"
Roguish, the young woman stuck her tongue out before replying, "Could be possible!"
"Are you looking for a spanking?"
"Who knows what I'm looking for? You'd have to catch me first!"
And, giggling, she ran round the bed. She was visibly provoking her friend who had been aroused by the recent whipping scenes. Nicole wasn't mistaken. Lisa desired a spanking. She chased her and she jumped in the bed. Nicole did the same but Lisa was already moving away. But the chase didn't last long. Nicole grabbed her friend's arm and pulling on it, she hauled her towards the bed. The two of them fell down on it in a whirl of skirts.
Nicole tried to stretch Lisa across her knees, bur couldn't, as to add spice to the game, Lisa wriggled too much. However, after a few minutes battle, she won.
Pedaling her legs in the air, her waist held by an inflexible arm, she cried, "Oh no Mammy, darling Mammy, don't spank me!"
Then, "No! Don't take my panties off. Don't spank me on my bare backside!"
But "Mammy darling" was pitiless. She unbuttoned one button, two buttons and began to smack her big tanned buttocks.
"I'll run away, I'll run away," said Lisa, wriggling her scarlet behind.
"Go ahead darling, have your climax while I'm spanking you .Do you know what I'd like to do?"
"What?"
"Whip you like your husband did."
"Me too, I'd like you to whip me, but not now. Some other time. One day when we're alone. We'll do lots of things; we'll spank each other; we'll whip each other; and we'll, show pornographic photos as well. Hit me harder! HIT ME! SPANK ME! OOHHhhhhh! ... I ... I'm CO-MINggggg."
Her panting covered the sound of the slaps. Trembling like a leaf, Lisa succumbed to her orgasm in spite of the severity of the slaps. When she had come out of the limbs of pleasure and had got up, she was aware that she had had a real spanking. Wandering across the room fondling her buttocks, the back of her panties flapping against her thighs, she moaned:
"Oh I'm sore ... Hey, you don't play around! That's not a hand you've got-it's a big steak!"
"Who urged me to hit harder? Go on, pull your panties up, the men folk will be wondering what we're up to. We've been absent an hour."
"I don't care. They've only to do like we did!"
"Hoi! That's enough of that. I don't want a homosexual for a husband."
"Don't worry about that, Jacques can't stick them. Mind you it's a pity for I wouldn't mind at all seeing a man sodomizing another. What's more, I bought some photos of some fruits in full action. When Jacques is traveling, I masturbate myself while looking at them."
"Oh the dirty ... Say, will you show me them?"
"Well, well! How's that for a saint! O.K., if you're good ... Come on, our men must be starving to death."
Their "men" were occupied by something other than the joys of the table. Derval was showing him the slides of his pretty goddaughter. Lying on his back, hands crossed behind his head, prick jutting up, one thigh crossed over the other, Michel attentively listened to his host's summing up, promising him various delights if he tried to amuse himself with young virgins.
"like us?" said Lisa, erupting into the living room.
A double exclamation escaped from the male mouths. Desire sparked in their hungry eyes.
Lisa went over to one of the windows, and said to Nicole:
"Help me open the curtains, I think they've seen enough of that kind of photo."
"Wait a minute," said Jacques, "I haven't shown everything."
"So what! We're here!"
The young girl had spoken, gliding a provocative look at him. Derval devoured her beautiful legs and plump thighs surging out from under her black apron, and his Adam's apple wobbled on his throat.
"Not only are you dressed up like little girls, but I have the impression that you have also taken on their capricious character. Do you know how I treat unbearable little girls?"
"You spank them!"
"Worse! I whip them and my friend Michel has the same conceptions. That right Michel?"
"Hmmm, I'm right with you," said the young man, quivering, seeming to come out of a dream which Lisa didn't seem to find at all strange considering the direction of her look.
Jacques took only a few seconds getting two solid whips. He gave one to Michel. The women cried out together, in unspoken agreement. The two of them shammed fear to excite their whippers; they fell to their knees and, hands joined and faces falsely pitiful, they implored clemency. Of course, the "tyrants" were insensitive to their chagrin. They would have been disappointed if it had been otherwise!
Jacques, acting foreman,-Michel being still a novice in this particular form of voluptuousness which consists of procuring pleasure by pain and humiliation-ordered the "little girls" to get up, turn their backs and unbutton their panties, holding their skirts under their elbows at the same time.
"Oh Sirs, what you're doing to our self-respect is awful! I'll die of shame!" said Lisa, who, already bending over, was taking them down and jutting her ass out. Nicole came and stood beside her, and while she unbuttoned her panties from bottom to top so that her buttocks appeared more slowly, said:
"Me neither, I won't survive your persecution. Worse than that, my mummy always told me that it was naughty to show my bare backside to men."
"Careful," said Jacques, "don't let your panties hang by one button. I want them down round your feet!"
One after the other their childish underclothes fell to the ground. Then Jacques brought two chairs which he placed in line, a few feet apart.
"Kneel on the chairs, naughty little girls, and be careful that your panties stay around your feet."
The two "youngsters" trailed themselves over to the chairs. When they had knelt down, Jacques pinned his wife's kilt high up on her back, and, choosing Nicole as his victim, he ordered, raising his whip:
"Lean forward and put your hands on your head!"
The girls docilely obeyed, playing to this terribly debasing disciplinary phase which would have made real "little girls" cry, while all the time they were jubilating inside.
Derval's whip gave the "off" signal. The lashes whacked onto Nicole's fleshy cheeks and she squealed, contracting her buttocks. Straight away, the second disciplinary instrument fell violently onto Lisa's behind, and she jumped with fright.
And the buttocks were soon dancing frantically. Galvanized by the squeal and howls of pain, by the wobbling buttocks and by the hissing and smacking of the lashes curling around them, the whippers brandished their whips with great dexterity. The two arms rose and fell in time. Under the sting of the leather biting into the flesh, their backsides contracted and relaxed, twisted and squeezed; their delicate skin was scratched with long welts, turning scarlet. The cries and howls were not acted. Nicole and Lisa were really crying, their whippers were putting so much into it.
However, they wouldn't have given their places up for a fortune. They could very well take the sensation of having their buttocks burnt by hot irons, the lips of their cunts swell, their cracks widen and streams of liquid escape from their vaginas. The two of them with hardened cocks in the air, Michel and Jacques whipped the suggestively quivering arses, using all their strength and know-how. The flying lashes landed on rolling, squeezing buttocks. What's more, neither one nor the other "little girl" even dreamed of avoiding it.
Great tears flowed down their faces, gushing from their eyes, clouded with desire. Sometimes, either one or the other stopped jerking and, thighs convulsively tightened, panting, as she vibrated with joy, invaded by sparkling felicity.
Hanging onto their heels, their panties flapped like flags. And the more they were cruelly whipped, the more their sexual satisfaction heightened. And Nicole had reached such a high point of erotic madness that whip-blows weren't sufficient. Exalting, she howled:
"Jacques! Cut some nettles!"
"It's been seen to," he said, giving his whip to Michel so that he could continue whipping her, at the same time as his wife, while he went to get the two big bundles of nettles he had carefully hidden.
The whips stopped and the thousand stings of the dark green leaves electrified their flamboyant buttocks, hot as bonfires.
And these caused large white blisters to form on their greedy backsides. They twisted hysterically, as much with suffering as with voluptuousness. And if their tears flowed freely,--likewise did the lubricant oozing from their oily cracks. It wasn't simply an army of ants which pricked their inflamed behinds, but an army of gnawing rats, biting with their needle-like teeth, ripping them asunder. The whippers struck so hard that little by little the nettles lost their leaves.
Suddenly, the prey of a sudden luscious madness, Lisa, whose eyes had that same look as imbeciles, fell from her chair. Growling, roaring, she gathered the leaves up quickly and, rolling over onto her back, thighs spread, she vigorously rubbed the stinging nettles over her vagina. Twisting, beating the floor with her burning buttocks, she inflamed her intimate flesh with a rapid hand movement. But even that was not enough. Jumping to her feet without interrupting the diabolic massage, she ran and got a banana and, once again on the floor, rolling over it, she buggered herself with the oblong fruit. Suddenly, she shouted to Michel:
"Wank yourself onto my face! Wet me with your sperm!"
The young man knelt down beside her and, bending forward, pumped his rod over the mouth which opened wide ready to receive the maximum of his spunk.
Jacques, in turn, freed his spirits. His right hand full of nettles, he pulled Nicole from her chair, bent her over his knee and rubbed them into her buttocks. Nicole howled, writhed, but still didn't try to escape. Even when he plunged his finger into her hole and around her cunt, she opened her thighs to make it easier for him.
Then, the sadist threw the leaves away and spanked her, spanked her thoroughly. Slaps rained down on the muscled summits. And the more and the harder the flow, the more she came. And finally, when his hand was too sore to continue, he carried her, panting, to the table, lay her down on her stomach, and taking her by the cheeks, he opened her crack, unveiling the well of Sodom, and threaded himself into her in one single stroke. Her hole full of the organ which shook and moved in and out, Nicole bucked furiously. Her cries mingled with Lisa's, who, once more, fell into fleshy paradise.
Through the fog which drowned her eyes, the young woman saw the steaming prick hanging over her. A first spurt lands in her eye, making her close it. But if she couldn't see any more, she could feel. For, taking advantage of her gaping mouth, Michel had plunged his turgid cock right into her hot mouth and finished relieving himself at the bottom of her throat.
A few feet from them, Jacques and Nicole manifested their joy. In an ideal communion of the flesh, he quivered, shaken with ecstasy.
And when it was finished, the girls lay across friendly knees and offered their buttocks to application of ointment. Even so, they were obliged to lunch standing up
Having recovered and in good humor, Lisa, coming out of the kitchen with a jar of jam, says joyfully:
"What do little girls get after a spanking?"
"Lollipops!" said her husband gaily.
So the young woman got busy giving a lasting consistence to Jacques' and Michel's cocks; then, with a spoon, she spread jam over the two erect members.
"Which lollipop do you prefer, Nicole?"
"Your husband's, for a change!"
They squeezed themselves between the males' thighs and conscientiously began to lick off the jam. When they were perfectly cleared of jam, the two luxurious mouths weren't licking any more, but sucking avidly, greedily.
Panting and softened by the pleasure mounting from their lower abdomens, the two men shoved their members forward, and they slipped and slithered between the girls' ineffable lips. They let themselves be conquered by the rising wave of the orgasm. And finally, spouting, they flowed into the aspiring mouths.
Right then the telephone began to ring, Lisa answered. The communication was short. When she had hung up, the young woman winked at her companion and said:
"It was the gardener. He's coming this afternoon with his daughter. While Michel is visiting the "zoo," you can look after the youngster!"
Although meant for each other, men and women are constructed in an entirely different manner, especially regarding their generative organs, which particularly distinguish one sex from the other. These organs are placed at the bottom of the belly, between the thighs.
The sexual organs of the male are composed of a canal covered with flesh and muscle, forming with their mass a member more or less long and thick and round, springing from a kind of bag of skin containing two reservoirs, shaped like beans, also more or less large. This canal is called the urethra, and the entire organ is known as prick, cock, and hundred other significant names such as lance, dagger, tool, spear, dart, etc. The prick grows out of the lower part of the belly between the man's legs at a spot called the "pubis" which becomes covered with hair at the age of puberty, which is when the stuff begins to flow into his balls for the first time. The end of the prick terminates in a kind of an acorn, split at the end, which is covered with a movable skin which folds back at will and during fucking, so as to leave the head naked and render the tickling of the sexual parts of the woman greater when introduced therein. This head, when the foreskin is drawn back, is covered with a membrane closely resembling the skin of the lips. This movable skin is called the "foreskin" and is fastened to the lower part of the head or acorn by a kind of membrane on one side called the frenum, which gets partly ruptured at the first fuck of the man to permit the foreskin to move backward. This membrane is very delicate and to stretch it by pulling the foreskin strongly back gives the man great pleasure. The seat of pleasure is this sensitive top of his prick, and by caressing it and tickling it you are sure to bring about the emission of his seed, spunk, or stuff as it is generally called. This stuff is a whitish, semi-fluid liquid with a slightly bitter taste, which when spurted into the sexual part of woman, operates to fecundate the female. By this organ the man also pisses. The bag underneath the prick is nothing more than the prolongation of the skin of the prick and the insides of the thighs, and this also gets hairy at the age of puberty. This bag contains the two reservoirs mentioned above. These reservoirs are glandular organs about the size of walnuts, and secrete the spunk or stuff of the male. They are called testicles or balls. The whole organ of the male swells up and stands out when the man has fucking desires or when nature wishes that the stuff in his balls should be voided. It becomes stiff and hard, resembling a broom handle, and reaches a size from about four inches to eight inches ordinarily, although some men have pricks twelve inches long, and some African savages have pricks as thick as an arm and about fifteen inches long. This stiffening is called an erection, or getting a "hard on", a "cock stand", etc.
The woman's sexual parts are composed of a slit, which is called "vulva" from the Latin, meaning a doorway. This slit begins at the bottom of the belly at the pubis, which, as in the male, becomes covered with hair at the time of puberty or when the menses commence. This slit terminates near the butt hole. Lifting open the two large outer lips we find therein two little tongues or lips, at the summit of which, the point where they meet at top, is a kind of a little button or growth of flesh, resembling the top of a man's prick, only a good deal smaller. This is called clitoris, button, etc., and is the sexual enjoyment in the woman, exactly as the head of the male's prick is for the man. Beneath this clitoris is a small hole through which the woman pisses, and then beneath this small hole is a larger hole with elastic ridges which is the entrance to the passage in the woman's body called the vagina. This vagina extends inward about seven or eight inches to the neck to the woman's womb, which is the name given to the place in the women's body where children are conceived and nourished previous to birth. This vagina opening is partially stopped up when the woman is a virgin by a thin membrane called the "hymen." The slit of the woman and all the organs together is called the "cunt" and has many figurative names such as "pussy."
"sheath."
"birds-nest."
"cave of love," etc. The female stuff has no prolific value in conception, but its emission causes indescribable enjoyment to the woman, and is of great benefit to the male as it is absorbed into his system when his prick is in the woman's cunt. Besides the parts above, the female has on her chest two half-moons which develop about the age of puberty and become more or less large with age, filling with milk when the woman is a mother. These demi-globes vary in size and shape, being sometimes close together and sometimes wide apart. Each of them has in the middle a little pink button called nipple. These nipples stand up hard during sexual enjoyment. The two globes are known as bubbies, breasts, titties and charms, this latter word being used to describe all organs of the woman also.
Fucking is the introduction of the manly prick into the female cunt, and the action of the couple in moving it in and out until the spunk of the male is spurted into the woman's vagina.
The woman, however, is often termed "cunt all over" and the contact of any part of her pleases and excites the man, and her whole body invites the burning spunk of the male. The benefit of this is described in another chapter.
CHAPTER 2
Methods of Fucking Described
There are, broadly speaking, five different and distinct methods for a man and woman to enjoy the pleasures of love. First: Ordinary Fucking; Second: Bottom or Arse Fucking; Third: French Fucking or Sucking; Fourth: Hand Fucking or Frigging, and Fifth: Body Fucking. Absolutely every way that a man and woman together can "fuck" comes under the head of one of these methods, and to be able to say that they are true disciples of love, no man or woman should slight or neglect any one of these methods. We will take up, in the order given, each of the five methods named, and describe them carefully.
A general rule applies to those wishing to enjoy themselves fully. All intercourse should occur in a cozy, secret nook, safe from surprises and prying eyes. There should be a soft carpet or rug, a good spring bed (not too soft), a low couch or sofa, an arm-chair and ordinary chairs and plenty of pillows and cushions. There should, if possible, be running water in the room, plenty of towels, several sponges, some perfume, and something to eat and drink. Last of all, the man and woman should strip absolutely naked, for that is the only costume suitable for true fuckers.
The Ordinary
The woman lies on her back, on a bed or anywhere else. She opens her legs and thighs, and receives between them her lover, who kneels between the knees of the girl. The man then leans over, supporting himself on his hands near the woman's shoulders. They are now belly to belly. The woman now reaches down and taking the man's stiff-standing prick in her hand places it at the entrance of her cunt. The man then stretches out to full length on the woman, pushing his prick into her cunt at the same time, until his chest rests upon her breasts. The woman then throws her arms around the man's neck and also places her legs and thighs over his loins. The couple then push up and down slowly and steadily, the man's cock slipping in and out of the woman's cunt, until the spermatic outbreak, the woman shooting first if possible, and the man last, if not possible for them to shoot together. At the approach of the sensation which precedes the seminal spurting, the couple should fuck violently until the stuff spurts, when the man should bury himself as far as possible in the woman and not remove his prick until every drop of sperm has been voided from his balls.
This latter remark will apply to all sexual intercourse no matter how done, subject however to the remarks CONTAINED IN CHAPTER FIVE RELATING TO THE PREVENTION OF CONCEPTION.
Bottom or Arse Fucking
The woman kneels on the bed on her hands and knees, her butt standing out, the man back of her, which brings his prick on the level with the woman's butt, into which he inserts it. Leaning over the woman's back a little he should pass one hand around her body and while fucking her ass should tickle and rub her cunt, and with the other hand rub and press her bubbies, tickling the little pink nipples at the same time. Until the woman's butt hole is sufficiently large to admit the man's prick, it should be thoroughly saturated with olive oil or vaseline. The head of the man's prick should always be also thoroughly anointed with vaseline. The entrance should never be made by violence, but with great care, and more than two inches of prick should never be inserted. There are numerous couples who have never experienced the pleasures of butt fucking, who are afraid that the large male member would hurt in entering their butt holes. By using the precautions mentioned above, an entrance can easily be accomplished, although it may take three or four connections before the woman's hole is open enough to permit the easy insertion of the prick. No matter how large this hole becomes the man's prick should be anointed previous to entrance to make the pleasure greater.
French Fucking
This is the name given to the method of intercourse obtained by the sucking of the cock and cunt by the man and woman, and derives its name from the fact that it is the universal practice of French men and women. The original way of sucking is known as "69" from the fact that these two numbers represent the position of the couple while doing it. There are several variations of positions in this, as well as in every other one of the five methods. Those VARIATIONS ARE DESCRIBED IN CHAPTER SEVEN.
The woman lies on her back in bed, her thighs open and her knees uplifted. The man straddles over her facing her feet on his knees, the woman's head being between his thighs. He then stretches out to his full length supporting himself on his elbows which come at the side of her hips, his face being hidden between her thighs. Passing his hands under her butt he gently opens the lips of her cunt and places his mouth upon it, frisking his stiffened tongue all around the woman's clitoris. He must also plunge his tongue as far into the interior of her cunt as he can, sucking the clitoris and drawing it up into his mouth, being careful that his teeth do not come into contact with it and hurt the woman. During this time the woman should with one hand place his stiff prick in her mouth, nibbling and sucking it, tickling the frenum and ruby head with her tongue, holding the foreskin tightly back. With the other hand she should tickle, caress, press and dangle the man's balls, the root of the prick not entirely in her mouth, and last but not least his bottom hole. This should be continued until the approach of the essence of love, when the woman should suck madly at the throbbing prick as if trying to get it all down her mouth, and the man at the same time should return the pleasure by doing the same to his partner, drawing the clitoris into his mouth while pulling at the entire cunt with all his power. Thus each receives into the mouth the spunk of the other without quitting their post until the discharge is complete and the reservoirs dry, either swallowing or rejecting afterwards, the divine liquid so voluptuously emitted.
Frigging
Frigging is the manipulation by the hands of a man and woman upon each other' sexual parts, being used largely in places more or less public where any other method of sexual enjoyment would be too conspicuous. It is one of the most delightful forms of sex enjoyments, which explains its universal use. The proper way is as follows, although there is no end of positions a couple can take, a long as they are able to reach each other's genitals with one or both hands. The man as well as the woman is seated on the edge of the bed, couch, bench, or in fact anywhere. The man should be seated on the right side of the woman. He puts his left hand around her waist and mauls her bubbies, or under her butt to press her bottom. With his right hand he gently opens the lips of the woman's cunt and tickles her clitoris with one finger, pushing it in and out and around in every direction. He should also moisten his thumb and index finger, and pressing his thumb on the clitoris, insert his index finger into the woman's vagina. Then rapidly and lightly he moves his fingers thus placed backwards and forwards first gently and then faster until the discharge appears. The man's nails should be cut short and well filled with wax, all jagged edges being carefully smoothed in order not to injure the delicate lining of the woman's vagina. A finger of a kid glove is often placed on the man's index finger with good effect.
The woman on her part takes her lover's stiff standing prick in her right hand and shakes it softly and voluptuously. She uncovers the sensitive head by drawing down the foreskin and pulling it up again, gently at first and then quicker, tightening her grasp so as to stretch the frenum by drawing down the skin towards the root. During this time her left hand should press her lover's balls with a soft grasp, caressing the bag and its contents. She can also moisten her thumb and gently rub the ruby head of the throbbing prick as she is shaking it with her right hand but the man's balls should be in her left hand when he shoots. All during this combat the couple should kiss, and press against each other until with many tender sighs they spurt their burning spunk into each other's hand, continuing their mutual manipulating until all the sperm is out of their respective organs. It will be seen in putting this method in practice that it is possible to fuck faster and more furiously than under any other method, no matter how young or vigorous the couple may be. In fact the object of frigging is to begin gently at first and work up to a furious pace, until at the final emission the man's spunk is spurted violently to a great height and the woman gushes a generous quantity into her lover's hands, both experiencing the highest possible form of sexual feeling.
Body Fucking
This way is really for the men alone, for the male is the only one who can get pleasure out of this method. However, Chapter Seven describes various combinations of body fucking with sucking and frigging, IN WHICH THE woman joins, gaining as much pleasure as the man. However we give here the original method of body fucking.
The woman lies on her side on the bed; the man along side also, her ass being pressed up against his belly. The man then slips his prick between her thighs, close up to her cunt, and fucks her between her snowy columns as if he were in her cunt or butt hole. To heighten the allusion he plays with and feels all her charms, her bubbies and cunt, and she, twisting her head around towards him, gives him her mouth to kiss, while she tightens her thighs, moving them gently together to excite by the touch of her smooth skin the imprisoned prick which rubs against the hair of her cunt while her white, round butt warms the man's belly. The woman can wet a finger and tickle and rub the ruby head as it appears from time to time at each thrust on his part between her legs. Such a combination soon forces his sluice gates to open, and quickly the woman feel his hot sperm bursting from his prick between her legs. This position is recommended for men wishing to fuck very young girls who are too small for an actual penetration of a prick, and should be used in this case in connection with sucking and frigging.
While the above descriptions give the five original methods of sexual intercourse, there are numerous variations which add to the zest and pleasure of the act. these are described in Chapter Seven. There is but one rule to follow in doing the above, and is that no true loving couple can well afford to slight any one of the above methods, and should use all with equal frequency.
CHAPTER 3
Why Fucking is Necessary; Fucking and Health; Fucking and Beauty
A few moments serious consideration on the subject of sexual intercourse will convince anyone of its absolute necessity to the welfare of the human race. Fucking is a part of nature, and is designed not only to increase the population, but for the complete development of man. Everything in nature fucks one way or the other. The male sperm of flowers is blown by the wind to the ovaries of female flowers, resulting in seed for a new flower. Insects, bugs, birds, fish, all animals have sexual intercourse. Civilization has developed the art of intercourse to its present high state of perfection. No part of the human body is of any less importance than the other; consequently it is right for man to seek to develop his sexual powers in proportion to the progress he makes in developing his other powers.
Fucking is healthful. No single organ has more effect upon the human system than the organ of generation. We are strong or weak in ratio to the strength of these organs. Look at any perfect specimen of manhood or womanhood, and you will find that their sexual capacity is practically unlimited; of course, everyone cannot be perfect, but by more careful attention to these parts, life can be made happier and more pleasurable than if no care or attention is paid to these priceless organs which nature has given you. The benefit of fucking is no better illustrated than by watching any newly married couple. Beginning a few weeks after marriage, it is noticed that the man is becoming stouter and better looking, with the flush of health upon his cheeks. His step is lighter and his eyes shine with the light of determination. The woman at the same time begins to change. Her breasts begin to fill out and her bottom becomes rounder, while her whole body takes on a more dignified air. Everyone knows that a young couple just married are continually fucking, but even though inclined to do so to excess, they perform the act regularly, which is the secret of good health. This continues for a varying number of months, but all "roast beef" at a feast in time loses its piquancy. This is where the science of fucking should be applied. Those who utilize the five methods outlined in CHAPTER TWO LOSE NONE OF THE ZEST OF THE ACT; IN FACT THEY ARE TREMENDOUSLY STRENGTHENED AND ARE ABLE TO FUCK during their whole married life with as much pleasure as though still on their honeymoon.
It is a well known fact that the male sperm or stuff has certain medical and healthful properties.
Famous singers have found that the best way to keep their marvelous voices fresh and clear was by sucking a man's prick, the hot stuff spurting through their vocal cords strengthening them and making the voice softer and richer. At the same time the exercise of sucking brings into play certain muscles of the neck and throat that are otherwise slight, and the sperm whitens the teeth. Many women vary the swallowing of the stuff by pulling the prick from their mouths at the critical moment, receiving the essence of love spurting on their faces, neck or busts. This makes the skin soft and white, removes freckles and blackheads and keeps them from having a sallow or muddy complexion. There are hundreds of women whose soft white hands are the envy of their friends, and who attribute the fact to the practice of frigging and allowing the stuff to bathe their hands. The woman's stuff is as beneficial to the man for the same reason. The French people have the reputation of being the handsomest of any, their complexion being kept in condition by means of sucking, and from which fact the term "French fuck" is obtained. There is practically no taste to the sperm of the man and woman, aside from a slightly salty one. It is not unpleasant. On the contrary, it is agreeable or sucking would not be in such favor. It is not necessary for the woman to swallow the stuff to gain its benefits, although the benefits are quicker when swallowed. The mere fact of the prick being in her mouth gives her great benefit. A five minute suck each day, even without bringing on the man's emission, will do wonders with the complexion and throat. A favorite method is to precede each fuck with a short suck.
CHAPTER 4
How to Seduce Girls and Women; How Women and Girls Seduce Boys
Women are queer creatures, and are particularly strange in sexual matters. To the man who makes up his mind to fuck a certain woman, however, there is no such word as fail, and there is no reason why he should not be successful provided he goes at the matter in a careful, systematic way.
We will take first an ordinary girl of from sixteen years old and upwards. From sixteen to about twenty-five she is a curious creature and very anxious to absorb knowledge of sexual facts. As long as parents persist in keeping children ignorant of fucking, just so long will it be easier for men to seduce girls, for it is only natural that they should seek to know the meaning of the fires that are burning in them.
The first thing a man must do is to become well acquainted with the object of his endeavor. This he can do by taking her to various places of amusement, etc. After a few weeks of this (the time can best be judged by the man himself), he should begin to take little liberties. If they are sitting side by side in a secluded spot, he could rest his hand unconsciously upon her knee while talking, and place his arm around her. If she will permit him to kiss her at this time, so much the better, but the true pursuer never rushes things, for the pleasure to be experienced from fucking a virgin more than compensates for the delay. A girl is excited by bodily contact. The more the man can get her to lean against him the better, and he should also lean on her, if possible over her in the position preliminary to fucking. Numerous kisses and hugs will work a girl up to fever heat, and by kissing her on her mouth and tickling her tongue with his, he excites her sexual instinct more than anything else. He should also mould her bubbies, and if she permits that his hand should go under her clothes. If this should cause her any uneasiness, laugh it off and kiss her. She will probably be in such a heat that she will let it pass. Then place your hand up further until it reaches her cunt. If she objects, tell her it will not harm her. Most girls will not permit the prick to be inserted, but are afraid of the consequences. It is then up to the man to convince the girl that there is such a thing as fucking without getting babies. He should describe the pleasure of the act to her. He should beg to be permitted to show her how it is done without doing it. She will probably let him do this and he should press his prick to her cunt in the fucking position, kissing her with the tongue at the same time. This will probably be all that is necessary, for the girl will do the rest, shoving her butt around until the prick begins to slide in. A man who succeeds in fucking a girl this way should use every precaution to keep her from getting in the family way by withdrawing his prick at the first approach of the final seminal spasm, and shooting outside. He owes this to the girl.
Another way to obtain the object is for the man to become acquainted with the girl as before, and after taking her out several times, propose a little supper party with some friends. He must then hire a private dining room with a door that can be locked, and bribe the waiter. At the appointed time he can take the girl here, and after waiting for the friends (who of course will not show up, not being invited) proceed to dine alone with her. He should see that she drinks plenty of wine, it being a good idea to have some strong whiskey mixed with whatever drink she takes to hasten the result. It won't be long before she is a little wobbly. The man must then see that the door is locked. He now has the girl at his mercy, but he should get her passions aroused the same as explained previously before fucking her, though it will not take as long, and should she object he can then enforce his point better by proceeding to fuck her anyway. She will probably make no great objection, being under the influence of drinks, and it will be an easy matter to get the prick into the cave of love it has been waiting and longing to enter.
Married women are less difficult to get to fuck than any others, on account of the fact that they have no fears of losing a maidenhead, and generally know how to avoid having babies. However, the only married women who fuck with other men are those dissatisfied with their own partners, and the man should look for these only. Young wives of old husbands are good hunting grounds, or wives who go out all the time without their husbands. A little attention to these women is often appreciated, although care should be taken that the husband is not aware of it, and it is an easy matter to suggest fucking to them on account of their knowledge of it. The pleasure is greater, too, for "stolen fruit is the sweetest."
Women are not the only persons seduced. Many girls and women seduce young boys up to twelve years of age (older ones not needing any seduction) and use them to good advantage. A young boy is generally not as particular about exposing his privates as a girl is, and it is only a matter of the woman getting him in a room alone with her. She should be in a nightgown and get the boy to come to bed with her. A good way to begin is to play the game of "touch." The object of this game is for the girl and boy to pull the covers over them, and touch each other on different parts of the body without the other stopping them. The boy's efforts will be directed to almost any part of the woman's body of course, but the woman should gradually lead toward his prick. This game will become very exciting, during which the covers will fall from them. The woman then should promise to show the boy something, if he won't tell. This probably will have its effect, and the boy will promise. She would then suck his prick. It will get stiff and hard although very thin and not very long. It is an easy matter to get him to fuck her then, she putting the youth on top of her. If the boy's stuff has not yet descended to his balls he will maintain an erection as long as the woman desires, while she can shoot to her heart's content. It is an easy matter to train the boy to suck her after a beginning is once made, and many happy hours can be spent in this delicious pastime, the woman sucking the boy at the same time.
CHAPTER 5
The Best Method of Preventing Conception
Now we come to the most important chapter in the book, "The Prevention Of Conception." there are thousands upon thousands of women who never fully enjoy fucking on account of the fear of "getting caught," resulting in the dreaded swelling behind the navel which rarely goes down under nine months. There is no reason in the world why the prevention of conception should not be more fully known. If we were given our sexual organs merely for the purposes of creating babies, our men and women would have to be contented with but one connection every year, presuming that each time they fucked, a child was the result. No sane person can agree that fucking is meant for this one purpose. Our sexual organs were given to us to use, they are as much a part of our systems as our hearts, stomachs, etc. Consequently there must be some means to prevent conception, and the following methods are given and recommended as harmless and efficient. Abortion is a crime and works untold misery on the health of the woman who practices it. It is not necessary, for with proper precautions, there is no danger of getting in the family way. The pleasures of fucking more than compensate the partners for any little inconvenience they may undergo to prevent conception, and the person who is either too careless or lazy to take precautions either should not fuck or else should be satisfied with having one baby every eleven or twelve months.
The principle of conception is simple and should be understood by everyone. Once each month, in a woman, a minute egg or ovum descends from her ovaries into her womb. This is accomplished by a flow of blood called "menses" or "monthlies." This egg remains in the womb for an indefinite period; in some women it passes off, or is dried up, in a week and in some not until fifteen or twenty days. If during the time this egg is in the woman's womb she is fucked and some of the man's sperm (no matter how small the quantity) succeeds in entering her womb, she is "caught" and a new being is started by the action of his sperm upon her egg. It is not necessary for her to "come" or "shoot" during the connection. She can even be unconscious and get caught.
From this it is seen that by keeping the sperm from entering the woman's womb, conception cannot take place. Consequently by fucking the "French Way."
"sucking," by "Frigging," or by any of the "Body Fucking" methods, the man's prick does not enter the woman's cunt at all and there is no opportunity for the sperm to enter her womb. "Bottom Fucking" can also be indulged in without danger.
However, for those who do not wish to confine themselves to any of the above methods, the following means of preventing conception are given.
Withdrawing
The easiest and simplest means of keeping from having babies, and a method which has been used ever since the world began is called "withdrawing." The name is self-explanatory and I doubt whether there is a single married couple in the entire universe who have not used this method time and time again. The man should continue to pull in and out slowly until he feels the approach of the vital fluid. He should not wait until the first spurt of the hot stuff but should pull out when he begins feeling the symptoms of its approach. If the man is fucking in the usual position, that is, lying on the woman, the woman underneath, he should raise himself from her on his arms, so that only their stomachs are connected, and after pulling out to shove his prick in a position over the woman's stomach. This leaves it clear for her to grab it in her hand and continue the pleasure for the man by frigging him until the stuff spurts, receiving the liquid in her palm, on her stomach or breasts or where ever it might go. This also intensifies the pleasure for the woman, for a normal woman is glad to feel her lover's sperm upon her body, and takes pleasure in making him shoot as large a quantity as he can by gently squeezing his balls while frigging his prick, the squeezing making him spurt an enormous amount and to a greater distance than ordinarily. An enjoyable way to practice withdrawing is for the woman to get on top while fucking, and the man underneath. At the approach of the stuff, the man tells the woman, and she pulls her butt backwards, which makes his prick slip out. Sliding down about six inches, she again lays flat upon him, breast to breast. The man's prick is now tightly pressed between his and his partner's stomach, where they continue their movements until the stuff spurts out. In this position the pleasure is greater by feeling the sticky stuff moistening their bodies.
The Syringe
Under this method the fuckers enjoy themselves to their heart's content in any position, until the man shoots. Then, without a moment's delay, the woman must jump up and syringe herself out. In doing this a fountain syringe is best. This should be filled before the couple go into action with cold water, to which has been added a solution of two tablespoons of powdered borax in a cup of cold water, dissolved. Three drops of carbolic acid can be substituted for the borax if desired; or two tablespoons of vinegar can also be utilized. In this method, while shooting, the man should lay perfectly still, at the same time drawing his prick about half of its length. By doing this there is less chance of the stuff spurting into the woman's womb before she can syringe it out of her. Be sure that the woman gets up immediately, for the success of this method lies in syringing the man's stuff out before it reaches the womb.
Condoms
A condom is a thin India-rubber tube, closed at one end, the exact size and shape of a male prick. They are to be placed on the prick immediately before fucking, and serve to keep the man's sperm in this covering at the critical moment. They are so thin that they interfere but little with the man's pleasure and none at all with the woman's. They are for sale by nearly all drug stores, and cost from two to five dollars per dozen, or twenty-five to fifty cents each. They should be blown up before using to guard against any pin holes which would allow the stuff to enter the woman while shooting, for unless this is done, their use is a delusion and a snare. It is wise to remove them at once after intercourse and blow them up with the stuff together to see whether a hole has been worked in them during fucking. However, there is small danger of this, provided the couple take things easy and do not fuck furiously. They should be washed in cold water within a short time after using, carefully dried, and dusted with talcum powder. As the man's prick in this method does not touch any part of the girl, to make a perfect fuck she should suck him previous to his pulling the condom on, but not enough to make him shoot. This will moisten his prick and render the act more enjoyable to him.
Intervals
Bearing in mind the principal of conception, how the egg in the female passes from her or is dried up and worthless after a certain number of days from her "monthlies," it is a scientific and medical truth that if she be fucked between the time this egg is worthless and up to a few days previous to her next monthlies, she cannot get in the family way. Consequently the couple can fuck without any precautions whatever during this time without danger. However, as the time varies with each girl, the method is not absolutely safe, but the average time the egg is worthless in the girl is twelve days after her monthlies, and up to five days previous to her next. The only way to be sure of the exact time of a particular girl is by experimenting, but as such experimenting would probably result in several babies, it is better to use some other means of prevention.
Sponges
There are made, expressly for the purpose of prevention of conception, "sanitary sponges." These are small silk sponges, the size of a walnut, to which are attached silken strings. These sponges should be soaked in a weak solution of vinegar and water and inserted by the woman up her vagina immediately previous to intercourse, the string being left outside. As to be of any effect, the male sperm must be pure and unadulterated when entering the womb, the purpose of the sponge is to catch the spurted stuff, and to render any that might get past it worthless by mixing it with the acid of the vinegar. These sponges can be made by any one. All that is necessary is to purchase a small silk sponge at any drug store, cut it to the size desired, sew two or three silk threads securely to it, and it is ready for use. It is needless to say that they should be thoroughly cleaned after using.
Pessaries
In almost any drug store can be purchased a soft rubber pessary, which is a rubber cap, designed to clasp over the neck of the womb. By the use of a pessary, a couple can fuck at will, knowing that no matter how often the man may shoot, the pessary will prevent any of the stuff from entering the girl's womb. These pessaries are removed a few days previous to the monthlies, and put in place a day or so after. Their use is not universal on account of the difficulty in placing them on the womb, very few women knowing exactly how to tell when the mouth of the womb is found. However, society people, actresses and those who are acquainted with some friendly doctor who will do the job use them exclusively. The pessaries cost anywhere from two to four dollars each and last years.
Turned Womb
This is a physical prevention of conception. If a girl's womb is out of place, so that the neck or mouth instead of being in the vagina is pressing to either side or has fallen to the back, conception is not possible, for the womb, in turning, doubles on itself and prevents anything from entering it. Consequently the man's stuff cannot penetrate either, and no precautions are necessary. Although a girl with a turned womb suffers cramps during her monthlies, it is better to bear this pain than to be obliged to have babies.
CHAPTER 6
The Wedding Night; How to Prepare for it and How to Fuck the First Time; Restoring Virginity
More disappointment is experienced by young people on their wedding night than almost any other time. It is a common thing for a woman and man to approach this time of the first fuck without the least possible preparation, and consequently they are at a loss to explain the reason for their disappointment in not finding the first fuck as delightful as anticipated. To a girl, the first fuck is generally something she looks forward to with a certain dread, although her whole body and being is crying out for it. To the ordinary mind, the first fuck suggests violence in breaking the maidenhead and the girl generally shrinks from this pain. However, the first fuck can be made to give even more pleasure than any other by a couple who are in entire sympathy with each other. If done right, the slight pain accompanying the breaking of the girl's maidenhead will only make the bliss greater, provided the man takes the precautions to work her passions up to fever heat, which the majority of newly wedded men do not think necessary.
It would be well on the girl's part for a week previous to her wedding night, to bath her cunt, and especially her maidenhead and the parts adjacent thereto, with olive oil or melted vaseline, repeating this operation every day. This will soften the membrane and render its breaking an easy matter. No wise man will fuck a girl the first time without preliminary steps to excite her. After undressing and getting in bed, it is an easy matter to arouse passion through the medium of kissing, hugging and feeling the kisses being especially given with the man's tongue inside the woman's mouth tickling her tongue. His hand should rub her breasts, tickling the nipples, and should wander down to her cunt, caressing the button with his finger. A few minutes of this will make the girl anxious for the real thing. The man should then get up and anoint his stiff prick with a liberal supply of vaseline. Do not be stingy with it, but put it on thick. All that is necessary to be so lubricated is the head of the prick, the foreskin being pulled back and the vaseline applied directly to the naked head. A dab of vaseline on the girl's cunt at the entrance to her vagina will be of help also. The first fuck should always be done in the position described in Chapter Two under heading "Ordinary" as the various positions described in Chapter Seven can only be done after the woman's cunt is open enough to receive the man's prick easily. During this first fuck the woman should continue to hold the man's prick, guiding it in, and the man should not attempt to break the maidenhead by one mighty thrust, as that will tear the delicate skin surrounding it and make the girl too sore. With her guiding his stiff tool, they should gently move their asses in uniform motion, the man going in no further than the girl will allow him. By this method the prick slips easily into place, the breaking of the maidenhead only increasing the pleasure of the girl. The man should not seek to bury his prick to the balls in the woman the first time, as it will take two or more fucks before the prick will be able to unfold the closed vagina and open the canal.
The advantages of taking time to do first fucking properly is this. If the entrance is made through violence, and the maidenhead broken and the entire canal opened at one thrust of the prick, the pain to the woman will be always remembered to the man's discredit while at the same time the action will injure the delicate muscles of the mouth and length of the vagina. Consequently the woman's hole becomes large, and before long, the muscles not being there to react, the man's prick will fit loosely therein. On the other hand, if care is taken at the first intercourse, the muscles always remain firm, and all subsequent fucks are greatly enhanced by the muscles of woman's vagina holding the man's inserted prick in a tight, throbbing embrace, during the entire screw.
It is not a bad idea for couples engaged to be married to come to a full understanding regarding their sexual life previous to marriage, and a book like this can be read by them together and followed to great advantage.
If a girl has been fucked before marriage and does not want her husband to know it, she can simulate virginity and completely deceive the man by syringing herself with a strong solution of alum and water, beginning several days previous to the wedding day. This will pucker her cunt up tight and render it hard to insert the prick. She should, while being fucked the wedding night hold herself tightly together to render it more difficult for the man to enter, and at the same time complain of the pain, acting, as nearly as she can remember, the same as the time she lost her maidenhead.
CHAPTER 7
Thirty-two Variations in Fucking Described
Variety is the spice of life. This is true in all human relationship, but more particularly in the sexual connection, and no man or woman can say they have got the best out of fucking until they have done the act in all its various positions. In this chapter we give all the principal variations, but these can be increased one hundred per cent by any couple. All that is necessary to be done is to use the ones cited here as a basis, and by slightly changing the position of the body or of the leg, a different position is obtained with different effects.
In chapter two you will find the original positions in each of the five methods of fucking, so the following are but variations of these. Each of the following positions is given in a clear concise manner, and the enjoyment of the lovers and their movements are left to the reader's imagination.
Ordinary Reversed
The man lies on his back. The woman straddles over him on her knees facing his head, and settles down guiding the prick a short distance in her cunt. She then lays down at full length on the man, chest to chest. The man throws his legs over her thighs and both go to work.
The Trot
The man lies on his back and the woman straddles over him as in previous position, but after inserting the prick, instead of lying down she remains upright, rising up and down on her knees as though on horse back, the man raising his butt in motion with the woman.
The Squat
Similar to the "Trot" excepting that instead of being on her knees, the woman is square over the man on her feet, her knees being up against her bubbies.
Back View
Similar to the "Trot" only instead of facing the man's head the woman faces his feet on her knees. This position enables the woman to press and dangle the man's balls during the action.
The Elastic Cunt
Similar to the "Back View" with the exception that once the connection is made the woman must lean forward over the man's legs, her head over his feet, supporting herself on her hands. The man has a fine view of his manly tool moving in and out of the cunt which conforms to this position as though it were made of some elastic substance.
Cock-Horse
The man lies on his back on a fairly high narrow bench, the woman straddling him, and inserting the prick. The woman's legs should be dangling in the air on each side of the bench. The man moves his ass up and down while the woman wiggles from side to side.
Cock-Horse Reversed
Same as above, only the woman faces the other way towards his feet. This position enables her to dangle the man's balls which gives added pleasure to both.
The Bull's-Eye
The woman sits on the edge of a table, leaning backwards on her hands. The man gets between her legs and grasping each by the ankle raises them up, bending the legs backwards until the woman's bull's eye is seen to perfection into which the man inserts his prick, still holding her legs in position until the shooting is ended.
Winnowing On The Stomach
The woman lies on her stomach on the table, her butt and legs over the edge. The man gets between her legs, and tucking one under each arm, inserts his prick from underneath her cunt. He then shoves sturdily up and down, raising his partner's wiggling ass in the air at each thrust.
Winnowing On the Back
Similar to the above, only in this position the woman should lay on her back. The man then has a fine view of his sweetheart's bubbies and hairy crack during the winnowing process.
Lazy Style
The woman lies on her left side in bed facing the man, who lies on his right side facing her and close up against her. The man raises his hips, and the woman pushes her left leg under him, so that he is resting on it with his waist on the right side. She then throws her right leg over his left hip. This brings her cunt against his prick and he inserts the tool in its proper place. They can now fuck side by side. All is pleasure without any weight to support.
Original Dog Fashion
The woman gets on her hands and knees in the bed, and the man kneels behind her butt. He then inserts his prick in this position. After a short distance of it is in place, he leans over the woman, who should squat down, being careful, however, to keep her ass in the air. She can then reach one hand backward and dangle the man's balls.
Dog Fashion Standing
The woman is on her feet, leaning over and holding on to the back of a convenient chair. The man stands behind her butt thus prettily exposed and inserts his prick underneath into her cunt in this position.
Dog Fashion Lying
The woman lies on her right side in bed, the man lying on his right side directly behind her so that her ass is warming his belly. He lifts her left leg and inserts his prick into the willing crack from behind, letting the leg fall back in place when connection is complete. His hands can then rummage all over the woman's body, tickling her titties and hairy slit.
The Spiked Chair
The man sits on a chair. The woman straddles over him facing him, and settles down on his prick. When connected, she stretches her legs out behind the chair, and they both move their bottoms in unison.
The Spiked Chair Reversed
Same as the previous position, with the exception that the woman straddles over the man the other way, her butt coming against his stomach. When connected the woman leans forward, supported by the man's arm and stretches out her legs behind the chair.
The Nailed Woman
Same position as for the "Spiked Chair" but when the man's prick is in its warm nook he must place his arms under the woman's knees from the inside and lift them up, placing his hands on her hips. The woman is thus nailed to the man by his prick.
"T" Upside Down
The man sits up in bed, his legs stretched out full length in front of him. The woman straddles over his thighs, and inserts his dagger into her cunt, stretching out her legs to full length behind the man. They then embrace each other, shoving their asses back and forth. This position resembles a capital "T" upside down, from which it derives its name.
"T" Lying Down
The woman lies on her back in bed, her knees up. The man lies crossways underneath her upraised knees, on his right side his prick at her cunt, and her knees over his left hip. Their bodies are now at right angles to each other, resembling a Capital "T" lying down.
The Crossed Scissors
The couple take same position as for "T" lying down. When the connection is complete, the woman places her right leg which is over the man's hip in the previous position, between his legs, leaving her left leg over his left hip. Their legs are now crossed like two pairs of scissors. This is one of the easiest and most comfortable ways of fucking and is such that the prick can be buried to the balls at each thrust without trouble.
The Sharpshooter
The man lies on the bed with his right knee uplifted and the other leg stretched out straight. The woman mounts him crossways, putting her right knee on the bed, placing her folded leg underneath his uplifted, and passing her left leg and thigh above the man's left thigh, her foot pointing to the edge of the bed. This brings her cunt above the man's prick half dog fashion and she settles down upon it. The woman is now in the position of a sharpshooter resting on one knee with the other uplifted.
The Toad
The woman lies on her back on the bed, her legs bent upwards and her knees touching her bubbies, with her heels on her ass, taking as little space as possible. A large pillow should be under her if possible. The man kneels at her feet and inserts his prick in her hairy crack, and then bends over, resting his chest on her bended legs.
Reversed "69"
Chapter two gives the original position of french fucking or "69". to reverse it, it is only necessary for the man to lie on his back, the woman straddling over him with her cunt on his mouth, facing his feet. She then pops his upright dagger into her mouth while he plunges his tongue into her cunt.
Lazy "69"
The couple he full length on the bed side by side, but facing each other, the man's head at her thighs and the woman's head at his thighs. The man lifts up the woman's uppermost thigh and inserts his head between them, placing his mouth on her cunt, while she does the same to him, putting his prick in her mouth. All is pleasure without any weight to support in this position.
The Setting Hen
The man lies at full length on his back in bed. The woman straddles over his face, facing him, and settles her cunt down on his face, resting on her knees. He sucks her at ease, while the woman reaches behind her and artfully frigs the man's upright prick.
The Real Suck
The man sits on the edge of the bed or on a chair. The woman kneels between his legs and taking his prick in her mouth voluptuously sucks it, tickling and pressing his balls at the same time, until after a few warning jumps the sperm bursts into her willing mouth. The woman should not cease her sweet love play until all the man's sperm has been drawn from his balls, and his prick begins to get limp. There are many variations of this position. The man can take almost any position, as long as the woman can reach his prick with her mouth. Many men prefer to straddle over the woman as they claim they can secure a better evacuation of sperm when the head of the prick is pointing downward and many women prefer this way on account of the fact that the stuff is spurted with greater force down their throats.
The Selfish Woman
The woman sits on the edge of the bed. The man sits on the floor between her legs, his legs being extended at full length under the bed. Taking her legs, he puts one over each shoulder. This brings her cunt on the level with his mouth and he proceeds to suck her in great style, supporting her butt with his hands. Some women prefer to lie at full length instead of sitting up during this exercise.
Bagpiping
The man sits on the edge of the bed or chair and the woman kneels between his legs putting his upright prick between her two bubbies which she presses tightly around the stiff dagger. The man shoves his butt up and down while the woman moulds her breasts as though she were playing a bagpipe, until the hot sperm burst from the man's prick hitting her chin and falling back upon her snowy pillows.
The Ride in the Valley
The woman lies on her back on a narrow bench. The man straddles over her, facing her and places his prick between her breasts which he presses tightly around it. He then fucks her bravely in this position.
The Spring
This is the same as the previous position with the exception that the man faces towards the woman's feet. At the critical moment, his stuff escapes from between the two snowy hills and runs down her belly to her hairy forest like a spring, from which this position derives its name.
Armpit Fucking
The woman is seated on a camp-stool or on a chair sideways. The man stands either in front or behind her and inserts his prick under her arm close up to her shoulder. The woman presses her arm to her side and the man shoves sturdily back and forth, until his stuff bathes either the front or back of his partner. If the man is standing behind the woman, she can wet a finger and tickle the rosy head of the prick when it appears at each thrust between her arm and body.
Imitation Bottom Fucking
The man sits well forward on the bed or chair. The woman backs up to him, leaning forward, which brings her butt out prominently against his prick, dog fashion. The man lays his dagger in the crack of her ass, with its head pointing up her back. He then presses the two ass cheeks tightly around the prick so as to make the furrow as narrow as possible, and proceeds to shove up and down in the groove thus formed until his sperm burst up her back, falling down upon her ass.
Every one of the above thirty-two fucking positions is able to be varied in several ways, and the true fucking couple will endeavor to modify each position in every possible manner. However the result is the same, and the warning throbbing of the man's prick, and the gasping of the woman's cunt, followed by panting groans and stiffened bodies precede the final heavenly outburst of seminal fluids on each side, after which the couple rest awhile in each other's embrace to enjoy to the full the delicious feeling of languor which follows each vigorous shooting.
CHAPTER 8
How to Get the Most Out of Fucking; Fucking Hints and Secrets; How to Get a Boy or a Girl
There are many men and women who keep on fucking all their lives in the one old-fashioned way, and never realize they are not getting all that is possible out of the sexual act. There are also many other couples who have carefully gone into sexual matters very deeply with the result that they have developed the act of copulation to a high state of perfection. However, these secrets are not common knowledge, there being up to now no book or pamphlet containing them, and those who did know them were apt to keep the knowledge to themselves.
In the first place no couple should slight any one of the five methods described in chapter two. They should also use all the variations in chapter seven, and invent more based on these.
Fucking should be done regularly. Every night is not too much for the ordinary married couple, providing they make use of the principal of delayed spending or shooting described later.
Each fuck should be at least of one half hours duration, and should be extended, if possible, to an hour or two hours continual connection. If a couple should fuck in the ordinary way, continuing their movements without stopping until the seminal outburst, the length of the fuck would be about two minutes, and would leave them unsatisfied. This provokes them to repeat the operation again and again, which they do without even experiencing the pleasure obtained by one continual fuck of the same duration.
A popular method of shooting is for the man to continue his movements after the first spending until it provokes a second discharge, without removing his prick from the woman's cunt. To those who practice withdrawing, the same effect can be obtained by the woman frigging the man after the first discharge, receiving the second one in her hand. Another popular way is for the woman to suck the man after the first discharge, receiving the second in her mouth.
The most pleasure is experienced in fucking if the couple lie in such a position as to enable the woman to massage the man's balls during the action, and especially at the moment of shooting. This forces all the sperm from his balls and results in a large and plentiful discharge. The man can also rub the woman's clitoris while fucking her, which makes her shoot rapidly and frequently, while he is delaying his spending.
Sexual power and desire is increased by the eating of highly spiced foods, the reading of voluptuous books and looking at erotic pictures. Ten to fifteen drops of cantharides (which is a liquid purchasable at any drug store) will act quickly on the sexual organs, exciting them and causing a desire to fuck. Men often put this drug in women's tea or other liquid unbeknown to them, which makes the ladies hot, and renders their fucking a comparatively easy matter. Bathing the prick and cunt with cold water frequently will increase the circulation of blood in these parts and intensify power. Sucking in the French fucking method also strengthens the organs.
The sexual parts of man and woman are frequently shaved clean of all hair, especially where sucking is frequently indulged in. In any event the hair should be kept clipped very short. Previous to sucking, the parts should be thoroughly washed (a solution of plain borax and water being good) and the organs and adjacent body bathed in perfumed toilet water. This adds to the pleasure of sucking.
A large stiff prick is a thing of joy. To increase its size is an easy matter. Frequent sucking will make it larger, and to lengthen it, the prick should be rolled between the palms of the hands as though trying to stretch it out. The ideal method is for the woman to suck the head while she rolls the rest of it between her hands as explained.
The electric fuck is a good strength giver. A small medical battery should be used, the woman holding one handle and the man the other during intercourse, or one handle can be pressed against the man's ass and the other against the woman's, and allowed to remain there without touching. This produces a thousand delicious ticklings inside the cunt which are impossible to get in any other way.
A cock massage is a good tonic for the man. He can lay on his back in bed and the woman gives his cock and balls a good massage, gently squeezing his balls in her hand while frigging him with the other hand. These motions should be gentle at first and then harder and harder until the discharge of his stuff, the woman is shaking the man's prick with a furious motion while pressing his balls with strong firm grasps, kneading them with her fingers. This should be done to the man once a week, and acts as both a strengthener to his prick and balls, and also as a tonic on his entire body.
The secret of prolonging a fuck is simple. At the first signs of shooting on the man's part, the couple should stop all movements and lie perfectly still, the man putting his thoughts on some other subject. After the danger is past they can begin again, repeating this stopping at each threatened outburst. This is called "delayed spending" and is the principal secret of getting the most out of fucking, for by its use the man can prolong the fuck allowing the woman to spend in the meantime as much as she is able.
"Avoided-spending" is the term applied to the practice of fucking without the man shooting at all. This is done principally by men with vigorous partners who like to fuck time and time again in quick succession. By not shooting at all the man is able to accommodate the woman, as each time he inserts his prick in her cunt is the same as a new fuck to her. This method is also in great favor with ordinary couples as a novelty, and is often done when they have a few moments to themselves, it being an easy matter for the woman to lift her dresses and receive the stiff dagger for a minute or so knowing that the action can be discontinued at will.
"Interrupted-spending" is done by the woman grasping the man's prick firmly at the base right where the canal comes from the balls into the prick. She presses her fingers firmly around the canal just as the man is about to spurt. This keeps the stuff in the man's balls, although his prick throbs and jumps as though her were actually spending.
"All night fucking" is a very common and frequent occurrence between married couples and others, and is largely in use by professional women fuckers. The couple should get in the position of the "Crossed Scissors" described in Chapter seven, after anointing the man's prick with a good supply of cold cream. They can then fuck as usual, using the "delayed shooting" principle described above. They should rest frequently and snatch a few moments of sleep between each "GO". This can be kept up all night, the man shooting just previous to getting up in the morning. The benefit lies in the exchange of bodily electricity through the medium of the connection, and the delicious exhausted feeling that follows this long activity is the readjustment of the different organs to the vast amount of energy they have just received. The longer fucking is continued, the greater the languid feeling, and the greater the benefit.
Some women get wetter than others during the sexual act, and the wetter their cunts become the more benefit is derived from the fuck to both. Some women's vitality is such that before the conclusion of fucking, their partners prick is fairly sopping with their stuff which covers his balls and runs down both their legs. This stuff, being absorbed by the man's prick, is what benefits him in the act.
Many men at times have so much stuff in their balls that it appears difficult for them to get an erection. To overcome this the woman should frig him a few moments before intercourse, which will result in his prick becoming stiff and hard as usual. The theory of this is simple. The stuff descends to the balls, to be discharged through the prick. More stuff is being continually generated, and unless that already in the balls be not drawn off there is no place for it to go except to be absorbed back into the body. When this latter is the case, it throws the man's entire system out of order until the absorption gets in good working order. Consequently a man should either fuck regularly or not at all, for each change from regular fucking to abstinence is a shock to the man's system. Therefore, monks and men not able to be in localities with women have a highly organized absorbing system which relieves their balls from the superfluous sperm, while men who fuck have a highly organized discharging system which gets rid of the stuff in the way nature provides it should It is the changing from one to the other that is harmful.
How to Fuck to Get Either Boy or Girl Babies At Will.
Many prominent doctors, who have given serious study to this question, have found that boy babies are generated on the right side of the womb and girl babies on the left. The couple who wish to fuck to get, say a boy, must lay in the position of "lazy style" described in chapter seven with the woman lying on her right side. When the man shoots he should press tightly against the woman, burying his prick in her as far as possible and hold it there, the woman, if possible, massaging his balls. This will insure a tremendous outburst of sperm which, owing to the woman's position, will fall on the right side of the woman's womb. The couple should not break the connection after the man has shot until his prick becomes soft in her and it is well to even then keep connected for five minutes longer, at least, so that every drop of his precious liquid is absorbed by the woman. A girl is conceived in just the same way, only the woman should lie on her left side so that the stuff will fall on that side of her womb. After the man pulls out his prick, if the woman then proceeds to suck him, receiving the second discharge in her mouth and swallowing it, the baby's complexion will be clear and white when it is born. The couple should be careful not to fuck in any other position than the one they started with all during the first month. When the woman passes her first period without her monthlies showing up and knows that she is caught, other positions can be used. The woman should remember that the more she swallows the man's stuff the clearer will be the skin of her child. The man's stuff is also substituted for oil or lard by spurting it on the woman's stomach. This renders the skin soft and enables it to stretch during the development of the stomach.
In conclusion, let us remember the word of the famous poet who said:
You may have good fortune;
You may have good luck: But you'll never have anything
