Daughters of a missionary to Africa were Florence, Ursula, Carmen and Kyle Jones, aged respectively 22, 21, 19 and 17. They had been living in Africa with their father ten years, their mother having died nine years before, and Florence, the oldest, had endeavored to take her mother's place. Mr. Jones worked from early dawn to late at night on his Negro converts, almost oblivious to the needs and desires of his four daughters. They might have grown up practically uneducated, were it not for Florence, who obtained school books from home and by main force made them at least rudimentarily educated. Two months had gone by since the father, stricken by a tropical fever, had died and left them to fend for themselves.
The girls were greatly surprised to find that there was an insurance policy of 8,000 pounds on his life, and therefore each of the girls was endowed with the tidy sum of 2,000 pounds plus another 100 from the sale of their father's effects. Restive from confinement in a Negro village, they were eager to get away, deciding to visit Palestine on a leisurely trip through Europe before taking up their permanent abode with an aunt in London. From Asia Minor they crossed over into Turkey and spent a few days in Istanbul.
Thence one day they set out for a trip to some interesting ruins, between seventy and eighty miles away, in an old, wheezy motorcar, expecting the trip to take not over four hours. On and on they went but did not arrive at the place. The car seemed to be running all right and after six hours, Florence commanded the courier who was driving to turn back, but he protested that the place was very close and that they could spend the night at a reasonably priced inn near there. After another hour, Florence again ordered him to turn back, but he said that now he could not, for they would not be able to get back to Istanbul before night, and his car had no lights. After another hour, when they had gone about 125 miles, he stalled his motor and announced that he had no more petrol.
The car had stopped within a few hundred feet of the entrance to an extensive private estate, and the courier in broken English advised the girls to ask for shelter at this place as it might be several hours before he could obtain petrol and then it would be night. He could not drive without lights. Thoroughly vexed and irritated, the girls walked with him up a driveway a quarter of a mile to a postern gate where a porter was stationed. In Turkish the courier spoke to him and all of them were admitted to the house and ushered to a large, handsome drawing room. The courier went on with the porter, and after about twenty minutes returned, accompanied by a dark-haired, handsome young man about twenty-eight years old.
Very civilly in English, but with a slight German accent, he welcomed them to his house, stating that it would be necessary for them to spend the night, as he had but a small supply of petrol, although he would dispatch a wagon to obtain a full supply from a town about twenty miles distant. While there was a predatory look in his eyes as he glanced appraisingly at each of them, they were only slightly uneasy, comforting themselves in the thought of being four together.
The young man introduced himself as Herr von Grusac and began an easy, light conversation, in which he gleaned the salient facts of their lives. He expressed a facile sympathy over the loss of their father, stating that his own father had died five years previously, and presently even their slight uneasiness was dissipated. The courier was still waiting an hour later, when von Grusac excused himself and went into the hall where he dismissed the courier. Kyle, the youngest, was near the door and peered through the tapestry hanging. With wondering curiosity she reported that von Grusac had given the courier what was apparently a large sum of money in gold and bank notes. Florence rather snappishly rebuked her suspicions by stating that it must merely be money for the petrol.
Presently the girls were ushered by a middle-aged woman servant to their rooms, being two large, handsome guest chambers, each with a double bed in it. At once they had a good wash, tidied themselves up as much as possible, and two hours later were invited down to dine. During the dinner, von Grusac was the perfect host, keeping the conversation going with all sorts of interesting remarks, continuing it in the drawing room, where they had cups of thick, Turkish coffee. Eventually, when the girls began to yawn, he gave the signal for retiring, and with rather peculiar emphasis, wished them a good night's rest. Just as they were about to go he proposed a glass of wine that would help them to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
And now there was indeed dirty work at the crossroads, for the wine the girls had drunk was very sleep-producing, and while the older girls had managed to get in bed in their underclothes, the youngest, Kyle, was stretched out on the counterpane wearing nothing but silken drawers, pulled half off.
It was to the first room that Ulrich von Grusac came an hour later, accompanied by an elderly man with a doctor's instrument case in his hand. The first to come to his attention was Kyle, stretched out on the bed, almost naked. With an imperious gesture, the doctor was told to go and come back later with a woman who was just outside the door. With restrained eagerness, Ulrich passed his hands over the charmingly raised hillocks on her chest, and then realizing he could play with them later, he at once pulled off her drawers and, parting her thighs, gazed with gleaming, lustful eyes at the adolescent charm disclosed.
Kyle was a decided blonde, and her pubic hair was just a little darker than the fair strands of her head. Ulrich tenderly stroked the charming fleece before his fingers gently opened the coral lips just beneath. With the zest of the voluptuary, he searched as far as possible in that sweet gash, but, an intact hymen veiled the depths. Lovingly he fingered that restraining membrance, hesitated a few moments, and then locked the door, returning to bed. Pulling the unconscious maiden to the edge of it, he placed a towel under her buttocks, parted her legs widely, and kneeling between them, took out his instrument and placed its turgid head in the pink lips, rubbing it against her maidenhead. Naturally she did not react to this motion, and did not discharge any lubricating fluid. Presently he withdrew his penis, moistened its head with spit, and started the attack.
Now with compressed lips and gleaming eyes, he went about the pleasant task of destroying this barrier to the depths of her slit. With ever-increasing force he battered the flimsy membrane with his stiff instrument until after half a dozen strokes he could feel it giving way, and being worked up to an amorous pitch, he continued with lustful enthusiasm that drove the head to the depths of her tight little pussy. And there, in spite of his efforts to hold his sperm, it gushed in a torrent.
Ulrich was panting from his efforts, and after a few lingering pushes, he withdrew the instrument from the bleeding orifice, wiped it on a towel and restored it to his trousers. Unlocking the door, he summoned the doctor and the woman, who stolidly cared for the raped girl. Deftly the wounded gash was washed, sterilized, and a last medicated sponge was inserted. Over it a pad was placed and this was held in place by straps from a belt around her waist.
While these ministrations were under way, the master was busily inspecting the naked charms of his second victim, the auburn-haired Carmen. From her inert form he quickly detached the undergarments, and exclaimed with delightful surprise when the flesh was fully exposed. Although but nineteen, Carmen had nearly all the graces of an older woman, without any of the distressing heaviness that is usually evident in the thirties.
Wholly oblivious to that fact that, but a few minutes before, Ulrich had cropped a delicious maidenhead, he turned the unconscious girl here and there, admiring her swelling buttocks, stroking the full hemispheres that pushed out from her chest, crowned with dark red nipples, and ran his fingers down those delightfully rounded thighs before parting them to disclose her cunt.
Ulrich knelt, and very properly too, in surveying the true altar of Venus, gazing reverently at the plump, jutting mounds on either side of the irregular line of the opening, just under the full bush of auburn hair, and then his finger traversed that line. Presently with slow penetration it sank farther and farther in the dainty slit. As it went in, he manifested signs of uneasiness, and after about two inches, he frowned and drove it up to the knuckle. It met with absolutely no resistance, and he bounced up, muttering German oaths, sharply summoning the doctor to his side. Pointing at the gaping slit, he asked a question. The doctor leaned over, pulled the lips widely apart, intently examined the interior, and then straightened up. With many gestures he gave a voluble answer to Ulrich's question, during which the German's brow cleared and at length he smiled in relieved fashion. The doctor then said something to the stolid woman servant, who started toward the side where Carmen lay, but Ulrich waved them both out of the room.
By this time, the work on Kyle had been finished, and with cunt carefully bound, brassiere and drawers replaced, she was sleeping sweetly with no dreams that anyone had taken advantage of her. After locking the door, Ulrich bent his knees as he placed himself between the thighs of the lovely, voluptuously formed Carmen. Carefully he brushed aside the stray hairs that curled on either side of the slit, then wet his ruby head with spit and, pulling the lips widely apart, inserted his drawn saber. Naturally it was a tight fit, and slowly, with jerky, copulating motions, he pierced the warm flesh. Glancing at the sleeping girl's face, it seemed incomprehensible to him that it reflected absolutely no recognizing sign of his act. Although his penis was hot with lust, there was not the slightest rise of temperature in the membrane of her vagina. Presently his tool was within an inch of full insertion. He made several desultory motions, then ceased while it was tightly held by her flesh, and at last slowly withdrew it.
When the instrument came out, gleaming with Carmen's natural moisture, it was only half erected even though the emission had not come. Why was this such a lukewarm affair, when his raping of Kyle had been accomplished with so much lasciviousness under almost the same conditions? With Kyle he was attacking a maidenhead and the lack of heat in her vagina had been no deterrent. Also, for some weeks he had been without sexual stimulation, and therefore his hard tool demanded at least some relief. But with Carmen, no forcing being necessary, the amorous fury was lacking. However, Ulrich noted that the lovely girl gave every sign of a voluptuous nature, and it was only a question of arousing it to a tumultuously passionate response.
The doctor and servant were called, the former examining the tender slit that had been stretched by Ulrich's instrument. With surgical scissors he snipped some particles of atrophied membrane that had constituted her hymen. There were only a few drops of blood, and she was bound up the same way as Kyle.
CHAPTER THREE
And now our hero, leaving his attendants in the hall, proceeded to the room where, all unmindful of the black menace to their modest privacies, lay the two older girls. First the brown-haired Florence was uncovered and her only garment, a long chemise, was pulled up to her chin. Naked, she was an appetizing morsel of flesh, about five feet two, of fuller figure than Carmen or Kyle, but with delicious, cuddly curves. Gazing at this entrancing picture, Ulrich wondered how it was possible for Florence and Kyle (Carmen was somewhat an exception) to have dressed in such poor taste, effectually concealing the attractions so evident when the offending clothes were removed.
Ulrich, however, readily comprehended that this oldest girl was of dominant nature. Her more developed character would yield far less readily to the soft call of amorous instinct. All the better, thought he, for during the pauses of sating his passions with the other girls, he would use all his arts and the graces of his hot penis to incite in her that divine, thrilling surrender to the power of lascivious passion.
Moving the plump thighs apart, he closely examined the delicious, full-lipped gash. Soon his finger was inserted and presently found the firm barrier to further progress. Then he drew it out and patted the full growth of brown hair above her Mount of Venus, while contemplating the lovely lines beneath, and was impelled to kneel before that altar and press his lips lovingly on the tender spot. Then out came his prick, which he fitted in the gash. No more than the head could be inserted before it reached the hymen. But Ulrich was unusually conservative and calculating in satisfying his desires, and was in no mood to destroy another maidenhead with his penis, particularly one that gave evidence of being hard to break!
Again doctor and servant were called, and when the former examined Florence's vagina, he looked up in surprise at Ulrich, who smiled reassuringly at him and bade him proceed. Deftly, with surgical nippers, he drew toward the surface her hymen, cut it in several places, and drew out the portion dislodged. It was quite a bloody operation and, were it not for the large pad which had been placed under her buttocks, would have soiled the bed considerably. This was quite a different affair, for the doctor was busy for some time staunching the blood which flowed profusely. With some concern, and yet not feeling quite the same responsibility as if his penis had caused this hemorrhage, Ulrich looked on but, as time lengthened, he became restless.
Before the doctor had finished with Florence, Ulrich had uncovered Ursula and was engaged in looking over the more superficial of her charms, rather impatiently waiting for the doctor to finish before delving into that mossy dell between her thighs. As he did so, he mentally reviewed the girls ... Kyle was very fair, with a sparse, fleecy growth on her mons veneris ... Carmen, with reddish, auburn hair adorning that interesting spot ... Florence with thick, brown hair ... and now Ursula. Judging from the hair on her head, she would have jet-black pubic hair.
And so it was. His curiosity got the better of him and, before the doctor had finished with Florence, Ulrich had drawn back the sheet which had halted at Ursula's waist and was looking with surprise and delight at what was disclosed. It was well worth looking at, a thick mass of glossy, black fur, none of it more than an inch long, covering all the top of the intersection of thighs and belly, and extending upward far toward her navel. While four inches taller than Florence, Ursula was in her way just as well formed. Ulrich smiled with satisfaction at having acquired this galaxy of graces, and at how thoroughly he was going to enjoy their sweet bodies. But the immediate question was, just in what condition would he find this lovely girl's cunt? Was her hymen unbroken as in the cases of Florence and Kyle?
At last the pad was strapped over Florence's mangled pussy, the others had retired, and Ulrich felt free to commence his handling of Ursula's charms. Spreading her thighs wide apart, he examined all that interesting tract with as keen zest as he had shown with Kyle.
Ulrich did not pause long. Only a few moments after her thighs were parted, his forefinger was searching the vagina of the sleeping Ursula. Her hymen was there, but when his finger rubbed the surface it fell into a little depression, and the tip seemed to penetrate beyond the veil. Evidently there was a slight break in the maidenhead, but not enough to warrant the belief that a penis had been there. Of course, there was an excellent way to prove this, and Ulrich was not slow in finding it. Promptly his prick was pointed at the article in question, its head lubricated by spittle and carefully fitted within the clinging lips. A little push and its head was against the membrane.
Certainly there was pleasure from inserting his tool in her flesh, but as the tissue was merely lukewarm, there was little incitement to a display of passion. However, the tight flesh around the head of his cock impelled him to a short copulating motion. When it met the membrane, there was a slight giving way, and at the third push the head went completely through the torn hymen, encasing over three inches of his staff.
After holding it there only a few moments, he drew the shaft out, and curiously examined it. There were streaks of blood on it, but not nearly so much as in the case of Kyle. He smiled at the thought that he attacked and conquered a maidenhead without spilling his juice. But Ulrich was glad that he had not, for he was extremely economical of that precious fluid. The doctor and Alesha, the servant, speedily fixed Ursula for the night.
Ulrich retired to his study, where he made careful entries in a large, leather-bound book. He was very careful in keeping his book, and each entry told a peculiar story. While he smoked, Ulrich mentally reviewed the charming privacies of those four sweet girls, now, technically speaking, no longer maidens.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was long after dawn when Kyle, the youngest, woke from her drugged sleep. There was a bad taste in her mouth and she tossed from side to side, feeling a nagging pain in her groin. What a nuisance ... she had come sick, and had nothing to put on to staunch the flow. Then her hand touched the belt around her waist ... a puzzled frown came to her brow. How did that get on her! Hurriedly her fingers sought below and she screamed.
Carmen, her bedfellow, lazily stretched her limbs and mumbled a querulous protest at being disturbed. Kyle shook her frantically and cried, "Carmen, there's something awfully peculiar here. Look at this."
Carmen yawned and looked calmly at the pretty figure of Kyle, her bloomers down, showing the belt and pad, covering the region between her thighs. "Well, why all the excitement? You've come sick plenty of times!"
"But you don't understand. I'm not sick. Someone put this on me while I was asleep."
Her eyes open wide, Carmen threw off the covers and sprang out of bed. As she did so, Kyle saw the same contraption on Carmen and screamed again. "They put one on you too. My God, what have they done to us!"
Without a word, Carmen unbuckled the belt and with shaking hands drew out the medicated sponge, while Kyle did the same. Carmen looked with puzzled brow at the sponge, which showed very little blood, but her attention was drawn to Kyle, who was moaning.
"Oh, God, someone has raped me."
It was only too apparent that this was the case, for the sponge from Kyle's vagina was soaked with blood, not quite the dark, clotted kind that accompanies the menses, and Carmen, her brain whirling, sprang up and rushed to the room where the two older girls lay. Florence and Ursula were still sleeping heavily. When Carmen shook Florence's arm, there was no response, though Ursula stirred and at Carmen's alarmed call, raised up in bed. Speedily Ursula was apprised of the situation, and in turn examined the sponge in her cunt, while Carmen continued to shake Florence, who presently came out of her drugged sleep. As she was waking they turned up her chemise and found the same condition as with the other three, but when they stretched her legs, she moaned from the pain.
Ursula and Kyle were weeping bitter tears, while Carmen, hot-eyed and raging, called down awful curses on the perpetrators of these outrages. But mingled with indignation was a fearful curiosity. Why all this mystery? Evidently von Grusac was the head of a conspiracy, but he must have had confederates joining in his gruesome pleasure. Of course, all four girls assumed that each one had been raped. In the African mission where their father held forth, there were many tales of rape, although none of the Negro bucks had made the slightest attempt on the girls. The fact that von Grusac, a white man, had been a party to this, was another puzzle, for the word "rape" to them meant that a black man had committed it.
Into the midst of this turmoil came Dr. Zedt. His apparent age was about sixty-five, but actually he was not fifty, for dissipation and drugs had done only too well their work on him. He had been an exceedingly clever and prosperous physician, especially in obstetrics. In his early thirties, however, he had resorted to drugs, at first in such small doses that for years his capacities had been unimpaired. But inevitably he had deteriorated; his morose manner estranged his wife and children, and at thirty-three he had accepted the position with Ulrich because it enabled him to write medical treatises and indulge in his favorite drugs with but little interruption.
Dr. Zedt's sexual desires were extinguished. His sex curiosity had never been very strong, as his brain had been exercised almost entirely in medical research and practice. Long before he came with Ulrich, he was completely impotent and had no regrets that such was the case. To him a beautiful woman was merely an animal, and he practiced on them with no more compunction than on a dog. The perversions, too, had passed him by, and therefore he was an ideal physician for this menage. Half the time he was hopelessly under the influence of drugs, but with twelve hours' notice, he was able to pull himself together.
This was the man that came in the bedroom as the girls were sunk in helpless desolation and woe. With intelligible but broken English he attempted to reassure the girls. Instinctively at his entrance the girls had sought to cover their sparsely clothed forms. Carmen broke in on his little speech with a vitriolic outburst, to which he listened intently but impassively. And when she paused for breath, Ursula continued, soon followed by the weeping Kyle. But his attention wandered to Florence who said not a word, but whose face was contorted with pain. He went to her, and with decisive gesture motioned the three younger girls out of the room. It was so apparent that he was a physician, from his manner and his surgical case, that they obeyed.
Florence was too sick to make any resistance when he pulled back the cover and commenced to work on her, and his deft, impersonal manner at once told her his ministrations were purely professional. Bravely she strove to stifle her cries of pain as he drew out the blood-clotted sponge from her vagina. Even his gentle motions in cleansing the wound were painful, but soon the powerful drug with which a second sponge was drenched brought comparative ease. And then, more calm than her sisters, she sought some information.
The doctor would not listen until each of the girls had been carefully attended, each in turn submitting without protest. When he had finished, the girls gathered at Florence's bedside, and he gave them a brief account.
"Herr von Grusac", said he in broken English, "is a very rich, self-willed young man who recognizes no authority over him. He does what he pleases and remonstrances have no effect on him.
"As long as his will is not crossed, he is kind and indulgent. My advice to you, mesdemoiselles, is to submit with as good grace as you can. I know," he held up his hand for quiet as two of the girls voiced a protest, "that it seems terrible to you, but you are not the first young ladies to be brought here under the same conditions, nor will you be the last. I am sure that when you leave here it will not be with the same feelings that now control you. I think in every case the young ladies have left here with the friendliest of emotions."
And here the storm burst. Said Carmen, almost choking with rage, "Does that brute, that horrible beast think he can do nasty things to me, and expect me to have friendliest of emotions for him?" While she continued, Kyle and Ursula loudly chattered their indignation.
Dr. Zedt merely bowed courteously while the storm broke harmlessly on him, until at length Florence said wearily, "For goodness sake, girls, be quiet. You could shout at this man all day and it wouldn't do the slightest good. And it won't help us any to tell that horrible scoundrel, von Grusac, what we think of him. You can easily see that the doctor hasn't anything to do with this case at all."
Dr. Zedt smiled sardonically but without rancor at this implied reference to his impotency. She continued, "So far as if I can see, von Grusac has us absolutely in his power. We have no friends that we could appeal to in Istanbul, even if we could get a message through. He and a fellow brute or two have raped us while we were drugged..."
"Pardon, mademoiselle," interrupted Dr. Zedt, "it was not so in your case. These scissors", and he held up the article in question, "opened your hymen." All the girls stared at him with bewildered curiosity.
"Herr von Grusac cares very little for the mere sensation of destroying a hymen, although he prefers a young lady who has had no previous commerce with a man."
"Did he ... ah . . .ah...", floundered Ursula.
"Your hymen was forced by his penis, but in a sense he did not copulate with you, as there was no emission of semen."
"My God, what does he mean?" exclaimed Carmen, "Was I, as you call it, forced?"
"Yes, mademoiselle, precisely in the same way as this other young lady."
"And I?" quavered Kyle.
The doctor bowed low. "Yours, mademoiselle, was the only case in which his penis broke the hymen, and copulation was completed."
Florence spoke agitatedly, "Then the poor child is liable to have a baby."
"No, mademoiselle, there is no possibility of that. You can all be assured that during your stay here I will see to it that there is no danger of conception."
Kyle sighed explosively, "Well ... that's some relief anyway. Not that I wouldn't like to have babies sometime."
Dr. Zedt raised his eyebrows, "Of course if mademoiselle wishes..."
"No thank you. I don't believe I do."
There was a little nervous titter at this, the first sign of cheer during this dreadful morning. The colloquy was interrupted by Alesha bearing a tray with four steaming cups of coffee. Carmen spoke impulsively, "Do you suppose the coffee is drugged?"
"No, mademoiselle, it is not," said Dr. Zedt in turning to leave. "I can assure you that if a drug is again administered to any of you, a warning will be given, and you may refuse it if you wish."
CHAPTER FIVE
After the coffee, a substantial breakfast was brought in by Alesha, and in spite of their plight all but Florence ate with good appetite. During the meal a council of war was held, and being sobered down from their first emotions of outrage, they were more open to reason. As Florence sensibly remarked, they were absolutely helpless and, as a matter of cold fact, their degradation had been accomplished while they were all in drugged sleep. After all, they were alive and apparently their captor, after taking his pleasure with them, was going to let them leave otherwise unharmed. And, if what the doctor said was true, there was grave danger in not obeying the commands of this beast. They might escape in better form by a passive submission, remembering that the principal harm had already been done.
"It's all very well to talk that way," said Carmen rebelliously, "but how can any girl of spirit let a man do nasty things to her and be passive? Why, just think," she continued excitedly, "he may stick his hand up my skirts and ... and feel me there. Do you suppose I could be passive and let him do it? And then stick that awful thing of his up in me. I should say not."
Florence burst into tears at this horrid picture of future events, joined by Ursula and Kyle. But after a while Florence calmed down and repeated her admonitions of passive submission. Ursula seconded this by saying that probably he would do just what he wanted to, despite resistance, and being the brute that he was, resistance would only make him go to greater lengths. And presently
Carmen and Kyle were brought to the same opinion.
All except Florence dressed and with much trepidation awaited the brute's next move. Along about eleven o'clock he appeared at the door, debonair and suave. He was so very sorry to hear from Dr. Zedt that Miss Florence was indisposed, and hoped she would be soon well. Naturally he could not fail to see with what fear and loathing Ursula, Carmen and Kyle looked at him as they shrank to the other side of the bed on which Florence was lying.
"Herr von Grusac," said Florence quietly, "you have worked your will on us. Don't you think it would be well for you to let us go on our way?"
"My dear young lady, now that you have broached the subject, I will be very frank with you. Of course, you regard me as an inhuman brute, and maybe I am one, but if it will not bore you, I will give you a resume of my life, not as an excuse for my actions, for I need none, but as an explanation. Perhaps if your sisters were to have chairs they would be more comfortable." He clapped his hands. Alesha appeared and was commanded to bring chairs, which she did. Asking permission of the ladies to smoke, which they graciously gave, he commenced.
"My mother died when I was twelve, and my father, somewhat restrained by her before that time, carried out to the bitter end his theories as to my training. This was in 1916, right in the midst of the war. My father was a corps commander in the German Army Service, and brought his ideas of discipline to the nome. I cannot remember a time that he brooked the slightest infraction of his orders. He was a jealous tyrant with my mother, constantly accusing her of making eyes at other men. Some weeks after her death, in looking over her effects, he found some letters written by a captain in one of his regiments, proving that during 1915 she had been unfaithful to him.
"This made him all the more determined in the training I received. I saw him but seldom until the war was over, but each time he lectured me on the evils of commerce between the sexes and how I must keep from it. He drew the most horrible pictures of these evils and, beyond that, saw to it that I was watched constantly so as not to be led astray. In 1919, when I was fifteen, he retired to this estate, where the task of supervising my education was easier. My waking hours were all filled with study, tutoring and healthful exercise. I never came into contact with any boys of my own age and, of course, no girls.
"For eight years after that I was held under this iron discipline. Naturally his furious inveighing against sexual intercourse developed in me an immense curiosity, and I resolved that if I could ever get away from him, I would satisfy it. At twenty-two I began to be somewhat rebellious and demanded leave to go out in the world by myself. My father would get almost wild with fury at this. Finally, when I was twenty-three, in one of our scenes a stroke of apoplexy finished him.
"I can hardly say that I grieved over his death. He died at two o'clock in the afternoon. At nine o'clock that night, I stole out in the car and drove thirty miles to the nearest town of any size, where with much trouble I located a house of prostitution. It was no case of picking and choosing; I just hotly demanded a woman. As I had put on a shabby old suit for this occasion to avoid recognition, the under-mistress of the brothel who opened the door did not bother much over me. She called loudly for Minna, and a fat, slouchy female, who appeared to be about thirty-five years old, responded and led me upstairs to a small room, furnished merely with a cot and wash-stand. With yawning indifference she plumped on the bed, pulled up the skirt of her house gown, and spread her legs, and ... But I suppose I should ask your pardon for describing this scene ? "
"No, Herr von Grusac", said Florence quietly, "considering the circumstances, no 'scene' you describe or language you might use, could be as bad as ... as..."
"My actions," finished Ulrich, laughing at the inimical glances cast at him. "With that gracious permission I will proceed. As Minna spread her legs apart, I fumblingly disengaged my penis from my trousers and, with no thought of undressing, hurriedly got on top of her. She was irritated by my haste and grumbled as she placed the staff in its proper receptacle, although I had started the motions as soon as her fingers had touched it. I don't suppose it was even properly in place before the gush came. I lay panting there a few moments and started the action again. She grumbled again and said something about extra pay. Impatiently I told her she would be well paid and continued pushing. With the first deep thrust I felt considerable pain, as heretofore the foreskin had not been pulled entirely back, but the pain was nothing compared to the ecstasy of thrusting my prick back and forth in a girl's flesh.
"This and still a third time I poured into her a portion of my semen before I unsheathed. The poor old harlot was dazed when I threw on the cot ten gold pieces, each one equivalent to an English sovereign. I don't suppose she had ever seen that much money at any one time. I afterwards found that the younger, popular inmates considered one shilling sixpence a large compensation, and this particular one should have been well satisfied with a shilling. She overwhelmed me with protestations of ardent love and when a few minutes later I gave physical evidence of a desire to renew the encounter, she was more than willing. But one thing that has annoyed me considerably is that I cannot remember clearly whether it was eight or nine times that I copulated with her. From that time on, I have an accurate account of every copulation I have completed.
"When I returned to this house, I felt exhausted and drained of all vitality. The next morning I woke with a very stiff penis, but from the time I got up I was so busy with the details of my father's funeral that there was time for nothing but a hurried visit to the doctor. My father had painted the evil effects of copulation so vividly that I was in torment until the doctor assured me that I had contracted no disease. The day following I paid him another visit in search of information, which he gave me very fully ... that the average man could emit his semen in copulation during his lifetime approximately three thousand times before his capacity was exhausted, and many other important facts.
"Of course, the good doctor gave me the usual advice to seek those joys in legitimate marriage, et cetera, ad infinitum, and his moral discourse made little impression on me, but his earnest injunctions against promiscuous intercourse did. I realized clearly that a venereal disease would be a decided bar to sexual enjoyment. And, by the way, later I found that this was exactly the case with my father. I
"Three years before my mother's death he had copulated with a young servant girl, with the result that sores infested his penis. No woman would think of taking it in her cunt au naturel, and if he used a rubber protector, the pain was unbearable. Thus for nineteen years before his death he was without means of gratifying his desires, and I could readily understand his mania on the subject of copulation."
CHAPTER SIX
"Young ladies, I really intended to make my story short, but it seems to have lengthened beyond my intention. I hope I am not boring you, for while in some ways I may force my will on you, I do not wish to make you listen against your desire to this history. As I said before, I offer it not as an excuse, but as an explanation,"
The younger girls, now slightly more at ease, laughed nervously, and again Florence spoke for them, very gravely. "We will appreciate any forbearance you can be induced to give us. But your story is far from boring, and we will be glad to hear as much as you may wish to tell us."
"Thank you," he resumed. "The doctor's advice as to promiscuous copulation sounded well to me, and I went immediately to Berlin, where there were many things in connection with my inheritance to attend to. Berlin at all times has been overrun with prostitutes, and many girls eke out small wages with intercourse at reasonable rates. The first day, at the lawyer's office I noticed a very pretty little typist, who made eyes at me. Having had no experience in seduction, I was in torment as to what I must do. Of course, in my position, I could make no open attempt to see her. Late in the afternoon when all the clerks were leaving, I contrived to go just behind her. Apparently she paid no attention, but went quietly on her way. I followed about three blocks, then she stopped at a shop window and I came up. She appeared to be surprised, but spoke to me with flattering cordiality, with the result that we dined together at a quiet restaurant. At ten o'clock we were comfortably installed in a hotel bedroom.
"Anna was only about twenty, but she was a past mistress in the art of fucking, and having no interest but a mercenary one in me, was able to use it to the fullest extent. Under her tutelage my sexual education progressed by leaps and bounds, as did her bank account. My record of copulations shows that in less than five weeks her pretty cunt drew eighty-four tributes from my penis, and..."
Ulrich's narration was broken by a wail of anguish from Ursula, who cried, "My heavens, didn't all that nearly kill her?"
He smiled, but with perfectly grave face, replied, "No, my dear, far from it. She was of a very ardent nature and, while she may have derived some pleasure from screwing with me, during all those weeks she was secretly meeting her real lover, probably three times, a week, for a couple of hours during the day, for I spent practically all the nights with her. At first I was so blinded by passion that anything would have escaped my attention, but during the fourth week I became suspicious and easily found out the truth. Without must trouble, for I was young and inclined to be generous, she extracted about 18,000 good marks from me before I decided against being merely the lover who paid.
"In the course of settling the estate I had come frequently in contact with a second cousin of mine, and when I broke with Anna I accepted his invitation to spend a week or so at his house in the country, about eighty miles from Berlin. The roads were good and it was easy to motor in to Berlin any time my presence was required. I later realized that his insistent hospitality had the immediate object of throwing me into contact with his oldest daughter, twenty-two years old. She was a very pretty blonde and I was at once attracted to her. Each day I fell deeper in love and, infatuated as I was, felt that Ilsa was equally as much in love with me. I treated her with the utmost respect, attempting only the most ordinary liberties, holding her hand. And she was most prudish and proper until, carried away by my ardent emotion, I asked her to marry me.
"Then and then only did she allow me to kiss her and occasionally put my arm around her waist, but I did not dream of attempting anything more intimate. I wanted to marry her at once, but gave way when she pleaded for a month in which to arrange her trousseau. There was a small shooting lodge about three miles from the house, and after we were formally betrothed she often went there with me, where we would sit, sometimes silent for a long time, dreaming of our future bliss. Thus two weeks passed.
"On Monday of the third week I had an appointment to meet one of my lawyers in Berlin at two o'clock and, as I had some things to get, I decided to drive in early in the morning. I went to the lawyer's to get some additional money; there I found that he was sick, and our meeting was postponed. Without a thought of the things I was to get, I hurriedly got some lunch and drove madly back to the farm, for thus I could have a few unexpected hours with my beloved Ilsa. Naturally I was not expected at my cousin's until seven o'clock at the earliest, and when I got home at two, I was not disturbed at finding Ilsa gone. With fatuous joy I decided that she had gone alone on horseback to our hunting lodge, there to dream of our wedded bliss. I took out my car and drove to a spot half a mile from the lodge and walked the rest of the way.
"A pretty little trick came to me ... I would steal up to the lodge and if possible get behind her and, covering her eyes with my hands, ask her to guess who it was. And then witness the joy in her face when she realized it was her beloved betrothed. When I sighted the lodge I saw two horses ... she must have brought her sister with her, but all the same I stole up quietly and peeped in the window. A wave of blood seemed to cover my brain, my mouth felt parched and it seemed to me that I shouted a curse, but I couldn't have done it, for Ilsa would certainly have heard me.
"You can easily guess that what I saw was my prudish fiancee with a man. In that glance I recognized him as a young overseer from a neighboring farm. After a while the blood receded from my brain. I was bewildered. I had met him at a supper held at the country church and, so far as I could see, he was a mere acquaintance of Ilsa. Mightily I hoped there was nothing wrong, that through some reasonable circumstance they were there together. If I watched them a few minutes I could easily discover if this was the case.
"I cautiously looked through the window. They had evidently been there only a few minutes, for now they were standing, locked in each other's arms, their lips glued together."
Although there was no interruption of the narrative, tears were streaming down the tenderhearted Ursula's face, while Kyle and Carmen were on the verge of weeping.
"I felt as if my heart were broken ... she loved this young man. I was terribly jealous, but my love for her was so great that my first thought was of her. I would withdraw my suit and let her marry this man. Doubtless her father had coerced her into accepting me. But my generous thought was soon forgotten, for presently their faces parted, her head was on his shoulder and curses were in my heart as I saw his hand steal under her skirt and mount upwards."
Ulrich's eyes gleamed savagely as he said this, and Kyle, the tears falling down her face, exclaimed, "Oh ... Herr von Grusac ... if it pains you too much ... don't tell us any more, but ... but I certainly would like to hear the rest of it."
Ulrich's face cleared and his smile at her was kindly. "My dear, don't waste too much sympathy on me. After all, you can readily see that it was better for me to find out before the wedding than..."
"Oh, bother all that ... Herr what's-your-name," broke in Carmen, "go on with your story!"
Ursula and Florence looked at her with pained disapproval. With this heartening encouragement, Ulrich resumed, "Let me see, where was I?"
"The overseer was feeling her up," said the irrepressible Carmen.
"Yes ... well, I don't think you can imagine the tortures of jealousy that came over me as I saw that Ilsa made no resistance. At last his hand was on the precise spot that I had thought was dedicated solely to me. In a few minutes they had settled on a large fur rug in the center of the room, the overseer was on top of her, his prick in that lovely cunt, and they were fucking like rabbits. There was that Ilsa, who had refused me anything more than a few kisses and hugs, heaving lasciviously under the overseer's thrusts.
"When the first copulation was completed, the overseer procured a basin of water, with which my beloved fiancee washed her spattered pussy. I noticed that she dropped a white tablet in the water before washing. After a few minutes of tender conversation a second encounter was commenced. Now I saw considerably more of my fiancee's seductive flesh than ever before. I even saw something of her cunt, which her lover kissed enthusiastically, and then Ilsa with carefree laughter, daintily held his penis in her fingers and, bending over, kissed it. And now, freed from discommoding clothes, prick and cunt were joined, and for some minutes, that seemed like hours, I watched them writhe and twist in ecstasy. During this fuck and the third one, which concluded the engagement, my plans were partially formed."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"When I got back to my cousin's house, I went to my room without being observed, took off my clothes, and rumpled up the bed as if I had taken a nap. About five o'clock I heard Ilsa rushing into the house and presently she rapped at my door. In the manner of one who has come out of a sound sleep, I replied. At first her voice was a little sharp, but I could hear the relieved note in it as I almost apologized for not going out to find her, being so sleepy from my early rising that morning. Then, seizing this apparent advantage, she berated me for preferring sleep to her company.
"That night I redoubled my attentions to her until at last she graciously consented to kiss me goodnight with the same coolness that characterized all her relations with me, far different from the passionate warmth she had displayed that afternoon. The next morning I commenced my campaign of being wounded because she did not show more affection for me. We wandered through the woods towards the lodge, where I had seen her passionately responding to the overseer's caresses. When we got inside, I said that I wanted her to kiss me as if she truly loved me. She replied with one of those little pecks she affected with me, and I pretended that I did not think she ought to marry me if she didn't love me enough to give me a real kiss.
"She was a little startled by this, and uncertain whether to be offended or to make her caresses a little warmer. When T continued in this strain I could see she was becoming uneasy. We were betrothed, almost the same as married and, if I should keep on this way, I might appear to her friends as an unwilling bridegroom. She quickly decided, as I was sure she would, and her kisses became a little more enthusiastic.
"My feelings were a strange compound. I still loved this traitress in a way. I mourned my lost illusions as to her impregnable virtue, but knew that she had tasted of the tree of knowledge, and even in my inexperience I was certain that yesterday was not her first venture in copulation. I was determined that I too should taste the sweets of her body, and without marrying her either.
"Heretofore I had always been very considerate and handled her like a piece of glass, but now I took her in my arms and drew her fiercely to me. She protested. I hugged her tighter, but still she struggled in my embrace. Suddenly I released her. If only a mild caress like this was distasteful, how would she feel about it when we were married? She replied that then all would be different, these embraces would of course be permitted. But I raved that she didn't love me and that even when we were married she would hold me off in that cold way and drive me crazy. I would go to her father and tell him that she did not love me, and have the wedding called off.
"I could see that Ilsa was frightened at this. She looked at me rather strangely. I was behaving peculiarly, never having shown this phase of my character before. She did not want to do it but, seeing no other way out, came slowly over to my chair and, slowly clasping her arms round my neck, put her lips to mine with some pretense of passion. While our lips clung together I got up, pressing her body to mine. My staff was stiffly pushing against her and I knew she could feel it.
I emphasized this by pushing two or three times. She drew her lips from mine and said I was being nasty.
"At once I released her and said gloomily that this was the end, that as soon as my cousin came home, I would ask him to call off the wedding. She began crying, more from vexation than real feeling, and after a while she sobbingly asked me just what did I expect, how could a girl know about those things until she was married? I smiled to myself as I thought of those lascivious wriggles of her body under the thrusts of the overseer's prick. Otherwise I might have been deceived. But I emphatically stated that if she did not care enough for me to desire the closest physical contact, that we might as well part now. Here we were, as good as married, and she did not like my body against hers. When we were in bed together, was she going to act the same way?
"She cried for some time until she saw that her tears had no effect on me. After the crying had stopped she said, "Ulrich, you act so peculiarly. Has anything happened to upset you?' I replied rather violently that nothing had happened, except that I began to realize she did not love me and never would. Again she tried to reason with me, but I stubbornly maintained my point. After a while she rather pleadingly asked what proof I wanted that she did love me. This was exactly what I was driving at, pretending to be very hopeless about it but, still determined in my view, I explained that if she came to my room that night and performed the supreme act of love, that I would believe that she loved me.
"I cut short all her protests about not being married yet, by reminding her of the general view in nearly all cases that the betrothal was almost the same as marriage. She pleaded for me to wait, that she could not do it so soon, but I held my ground ... it was that night, or in the morning I would ask my cousin to break the betrothal. Ilsa soon saw that it was one thing or the other. Finding she could not move me by argument she again resorted to tears. Those being of no avail, she said she would think it over. I knew perfectly well what she would decide.
"No further reference to this matter was made during the day, and Ilsa rather avoided me. When I went to bed I was in a state of wild expectation, but curbed it as best I could, determined not to show myself too eager when she came. And she took her time in coming, while I paced the floor in bare feet. It was after three o'clock when my door was softly opened, and I at once put my arms about her in warm embrace. Even then she tried to beg off, saying she had showed her love by coming and wouldn't I be generous and wait until the wedding night ? Had I not known positively of the meeting with the overseer I could certainly have granted her request, and apologized for my importunity. As it was I paid no attention to it, but smothered her with hot kisses and pushed her toward the bed.
"I shall never forget that first ecstatic thrill. I had barely gotten my prick in her before my emission gushed out in a torrent, thoroughly lubricating the passageway. I hardly paused, and while the juice was flowing I was pushing further in the sheath. She did not aid, rather hindered me in every way but, overcome with lust, I roughly pulled her legs wider apart and bored in. In low tones she kept up a steady complaining to which
I was deaf, and when my shaft penetrated fully in her cunt, she pretended to be in great pain. But I pushed all the harder and, digging my hands under her buttocks, I proceeded to give her a solid fuck, without the slightest pretense of accompanying caresses. When I arrived at the short, hard digs that brought the emission to the surface, I subsided heavily on her. She was sobbing, very quietly I noticed, and whispered, 'Oh, Ulrich, you are so hard and selfish, you don't consider me at all.'
"I knew that now she was speaking sincerely and resolved that in my next copulation with her, I would try to curb my passion so that she could enjoy the act with me, for I realized that there was an entire absence of that voluptuous cooperation that she had displayed with the overseer. I was chagrined that I had not remembered the lessons Anna had given me in Berlin. I was now prodigal of caresses and apologies for my haste, and did not resist when she begged to be allowed to go. Just as I was kissing her for the last time, she murmured, 'You are convinced that I love you now?'
"Actually, I was more than ever to the contrary, but I reassured her. As soon as she was gone, I concealed as best I could the evidences of our encounter and went to bed, well satisfied with the first step in my revenge."
For the last couple of minutes, Alesha had been standing respectfully at the door and, at Ulrich's inquiring glance, announced that lunch was ready.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Somehow the first sensation of deadly fear that the girls had felt was partly dissipated, and when Ulrich asked if they preferred to have their lunch sent to their rooms or would they join him at the table, they decided on the latter (after finding that Florence felt strong enough to get up) and in ten minutes they were in the spacious dining room. Two Japanese served them deftly, and the girls were surprised to find how hungry they were. They forgot momentarily that they were being forcibly held by a man who had forced, or caused to be cut, the bonds of their virginity, and that at any time one or more of them might be coerced into submitting to more indignities.
When the lunch was over, Ulrich courteously asked them if they wished to take a short siesta but, as they did not seem to care for it, he led them to a broad veranda, well shaded from the noonday sun, where they settled down in low, comfortable chairs. The girls looked rather expectantly at Ulrich and, when he did not respond, Carmen spoke up impulsively, "Aren't you going to tell us some more about Ilsa?"
Ulrich smiled, and said, "My dear young ladies, when I started out this morning with a sort of explanation of my actions, I really intended to be brief and not to bore you with petty details, but I fear you have yourselves to blame for my verbosity, for being such sympathetic listeners."
There were murmurs that they would not be bored by his recital, and Ulrich proceeded, "The morning after I had received Ilsa in my room, she arose very late and all that day managed it so that we were not alone together, but on Thursday, rather reluctantly she accompanied, me to the lodge. I continued my campaign with absolute assurance, and presently it was my hand instead of the overseer's that was thrust up her skirts. Whenever she resisted, I repeated my cry that she did not love me. As she felt that it was vitally necessary to keep me in line until the wedding day, little by little she gave way to my desires. My fingers made free with her luscious cunt, and at the same time I was kissing her passionately.
"Soon I could feel her relaxing from her tension, and she even welcomed my pulling up her dress and placing her in position on the rug. My penis was fearfully distended as my trembling fingers fixed it in the sheath, which was moist and warm. Then with a violent effort I succeeded in controlling my passion and, holding myself up over her with one hand, I pushed my staff in and out slowly, as Anna had taught me. I must confess that with Ilsa's warm flesh around a good portion of my prick, it felt so very nice that revenge was not the uppermost thought in my mind. I was determined to keep up that slow movement as long as possible, and for a couple of minutes there was no reaction from her, but then I could feel a nervous quivering in her cunt. Her eyes half closed, they were glazed, and her hips almost reluctantly commenced an answering motion.
"Pardon me, young ladies, if I digress for a few moments. I just want to say that I am not quite the brute you have every cause to think me. I am not a sadist who delights in giving pain and causing humiliation. I would far rather that my partner should enjoy the pleasure of copulation as much as I do. But as a girl, in almost every case, cannot appreciate the joys of copulation until she has been initiated, it is often necessary to inflict pain and shame in order to open to her the doors of amorous pleasure."
Carmen started impulsively to speak. but Florence firmly repressed her.
"Let me see ... oh yes ... I was sending my penis back and forth slowly in Ilsa's cunt. When the answering motion became evident, my movements lengthened, and then very quietly, lying flat on her, I glued my lips to hers and slightly quickened the strokes. Her chest was heaving, her arms and legs moved restlessly, then suddenly her thighs opened wide, her arms squeezed my body to her, and with voluptuous abandon her belly heaved up to meet each thrust. Now there was no doubt as to her participation in the copulation. Unlike the first time I had her, when the passive reception of my prick made me go to extra efforts in order to waken her sensibilities, this electric response seemed to give me power to enjoy thoroughly the delicious motion of her flesh on my penis without at once spilling the juice. At the crisis of her spasm, her flesh, with maddening pressure, squeezed my staff. I could hold back no longer. I rammed it into her as far as I could, as the liquor came forth."
Kyle and Carmen heaved explosive sighs, while Ursula let her breath out more quietly. Only Florence seemed removed from this recital.
"In this position we remained a few seconds, gasping for breath, and then Ilsa began telling me how much she loved me. Under the spell of this ardent and complete copulation, with my prick soaking in her quivering cunt, it was hard for me to exercise reasoning powers. After all, my experience with women had been but slight, for Ilsa was only the third girl I had screwed, and I was strongly tempted to believe her, to disregard everything and go on with the wedding. This of course made me recall the overseer. While I felt that she had been equally passionate with me, and now the thought of him did not give me the same keen stab of jealousy, I realized that enjoying the act as she did, with him and with me, it would not be long before a third, a fourth, and then more, would enjoy the thrilling pleasure of her cunt.
"Although she made motions to rise at the conclusion of the second copulation, which followed almost immediately, I did not allow her to get up until a third time my prick deposited its tribute in her cunt, thus triumphantly equalling my rival's record.
"This was on Thursday. On Saturday night, Ilsa came again to my room. Five glorious fucks were the result of this meeting, accomplished in leisurely fashion, and Ilsa received my sincere and enthusiastic compliments with smiling satisfaction, confident that all was well, and that soon she would be the wife of a wealthy young man. Then and there I decided that on Sunday the explosion would take place.
"After lunch the following day, when we were all seated at the table finishing our coffee, I told my cousin that Ilsa was not going to marry me as she was in love with young Kranich, the overseer on the neighboring farm. Ilsa stared at me in blank amazement as I went on. I said that I had on the previous Monday seen them together, indulging in a parting embrace. Ilsa and I had talked the matter over thoroughly and, while she was perfectly ready and willing to go on with the wedding, I had decided I could not cause such a sacrifice of her feelings, and was giving her freedom to marry the young overseer.
"My cousin's brow was black with rage, which he mastered with difficulty, and Ilsa was equally furious, but she could hardly say anything, for it came to her like a blow that I had seen her in action with the overseer. And I could see that there was a terrible fear in her eyes. My cousin said that it must be a mistake, that she could not care anything for the overseer, especially as compared with me. He would talk to Ilsa and everything would be all right. The wedding date had been announced and it must be carried out. I repeated that Ilsa was perfectly willing to go on with it, but I was not. It was not until I positively told him that I refused to marry a girl who, a little more than two weeks before her wedding, kissed a man who was not her betrothed, that he realized that I was in earnest.
"Ilsa had withdrawn during our discussion, and her father joined her in the next room. I could hear him storming at her while she wept. I cannot say that I enjoyed her distress as much as you would imagine, although I felt she deserved all she got. I knew it was more anger than anything else, at having to take such a blow without being able to get back at me, for if she said one word of my having copulated with her, she knew that I would simply relate what I had seen at the lodge.
"When I was again alone with her, she started railing at me for having forced her to come to my bed after I knew I would break the betrothal ... I had deceived her grossly. After a little of this, I asked who had done the first act of deception, and I told her that if she had been willing to marry me after fucking the overseer, she ought to be perfectly willing to marry him after fucking me. Again she resorted to tears but since they were of little use on previous occasions, they were soon dried. I told her to be sensible and make the best of things. But there was a hitch I had not though of ... there had been no question before of a marriage with Kranich, and she did not know what to do ... she hated to ask him to marry her.
"This brought about a situation to make the gods laugh. I, the discarded betrothed, sat down with her and almost dictated the letter which was to apprise him of his happy fortune. The letter stated that her conscience had troubled her, she could not marry Ulrich after her tender meetings with him, she had decided to waive the difference in rank and marry him.
"The overseer came forward and made an honest woman of her, at least so far as marrying her, and they lived together until a child came, almost too promptly. There was no question, where Ilsa and I were concerned, but that the child sprang from my loins and not from the man whose name he bore. Her father had given her a small house on the edge of his estate and, when I went to see my cousin a month after the wedding, I had the pleasure of copulating again with Ilsa. She had arrived at the time when expectant mothers are exceedingly passionate, so the several fucks we had were mutually enjoyable. Soon after the child was born, she and her husband separated and both being Catholics, were unable to obtain a divorce."
CHAPTER NINE
At this point Ulrich suggested that they separate for a few hours, and after dinner he would finish his long dissertation. The girls retired to their two bedrooms for a short nap, and on waking found all their belongings at the doors. Ulrich, the night before, had dispatched servants to Istanbul, who had paid their bill at the hotel; without any question the baggage had been turned over to them. While the wardrobe of the girls was not extensive, they selected frocks somewhat more becoming than the traveling suits they had worn when captured, and also spent some time on their makeup.
Of course, the girls were still under the same menacing cloud as when they had arisen in the morning, each with a pad securely strapped between her thighs, but now that they knew pretty well what had happened, it seemed to have lost a little of its significance. And Ulrich, in telling of his life, had momentarily quieted some of their fears, although Florence, feeling more responsible, thought the situation had not improved except that Ulrich seemed a fairly reasonable human being. Before going to sleep that night she determined to test that reasonableness.
At the beautifully appointed dining table, laid out as for a formal dinner, Florence dropped some of her reserve, and almost seemed to be making a dead set at Ulrich. He met her advances with gallant spirit and soon the conversation was animated, with frequent bursts of girlish laughter meeting his sallies. But in the midst of the dinner, suddenly there came over Florence the horrible thought of their plight, and she looked wonderingly at Ulrich, who was laughingly disputing with Kyle over some trifle. Was it possible that this agreeable, attractive young man had deliberately set about to rob all of the girls of their most priceless possession, their maidenly honor? And then she recalled that he had not only set about to rob all of them, but had already done so, for even though they were unconscious at the time, the fact remained that in each of their crevices his penis had been placed, and with Kyle he had achieved a complete copulation.
After dinner they went to Ulrich's study, where there were only two chairs and a lounge, on which Ulrich sat, with Florence on his right and Ursula on the left, the two younger girls in the chairs. There was a fine radio set on the table and Ulrich suggested turning it on, but Florence said that now would be a good time to hear the rest of Ulrich's story, to which the others gave enthusiastic assent. So Ulrich continued.
"You have, no doubt, noted the fact that I was very lonely in my childhood days. It resulted in my being an omnivorous reader, and another result was that to amuse myself, from the time I was seventeen, I kept a diary. Thus everything that happened concerning me was recorded there. It was in this way I became able to count accurately the number of copulations I had accomplished. The only number I am doubtful of was my first series with Minna.
"It may seem strange that I kept such a careful account of them. Up to the time of Ilsa's wedding with Kranich, it was merely because of my diary that I had the data. The information given me immediately after my father's death by the doctor had made a deep impression on me. Then in Berlin I had read up on the subject and verified it. Ilsa's betrayal of me was the crowning act which disgusted me with the idea of marriage. Just bear in mind that soon after my father's death I was made aware of my mother's infidelity to him. Knowing him as I did, I did not blame her. Then my first mistress gave me a dose of woman's duplicity, although even in that case I could hardly blame her. I was merely an easy means of obtaining a goodly sum of money, and when she copulated with her lover, that was the true expression of her love. But in Ilsa I had placed the most unreserved trust. Although she was prudish with me, I had no doubt of her genuine love for me, but when I saw her copulating with the overseer and then doing the same thing with me, merely as a means of holding me to my obligations, my faith in the virtue of women was utterly destroyed.
"Thus it was that at the time of her wedding, I planned my life, as it were, leaving marriage out of it entirely. But my sexual appetite, partly due to the repression of it up to my twenty-third year, was simply ravenous, and against that was the fact that after three thousand emissions of his semen a man's sex life would be over. From my German ancestors I had inherited something of methodical balance, and I realized that flinging myself into a series of amorous adventures would in a few years exhaust my vitality. I determined therefore that I would limit myself to a hundred and fifty fucks a year for ten years, and in the succeeding years, methodically less.
"Doubtless to you young people that seems a very cold proposition, and it is, for you must remember that marriage was definitely out of my thoughts. If Ilsa had been anything like the girl I had thought her to be, this cold-blooded schedule would not have been arranged. In copulation with a number of different women it is a great temptation for a man to let himself go and exhaust himself prematurely; I have seen a number of such cases. But a rigid adherence to my schedule has enabled me to combat that mistake successfully.
"Therefore at the time I made up my schedule I found that in three and half months I had used up ninety-three of those emissions, and had but fifty-seven to last the rest of the year. And then a month later, in renewing my relations with Ilsa, fourteen more were gone, leaving forty-three during seven months and a half. This was the testing time of my schedule, and it took a mighty effort of the will to accomplish it. As my presence was no longer required in Berlin, I arranged to travel the rest of the year, seeing all the interesting places denied me in my youth. This occupied my mind enough for me to forego amatory pleasures until I arrived in Tokyo. There I took a house, and with three pretty geisha girls used up the remaining forty-three copulations, closing the house after the forty-third, and resolutely going back to Germany.
"During those last few weeks of the first year, I had a terrific time, for on board the ship was a woman traveling alone with her maid, the wife of a wealthy French tea planter in China. She was a most seductive creature and, probably thinking that I was discreet and safe, by many secret signs gave me to understand that she would be far from unresponsive if a rendezvous could be arranged. We landed at Havre the day after the anniversary of my father's death, and I slipped a note in her hand asking for an opportunity to see her in Paris, where she was bound. I had so ignored her signs, with the fanaticism of a monk, that she was much surprised, but graciously nodded and in turn gave me an address, with the time indicated. I spent a delicious night with her, during which eight of my precious emissions were recklessly expended."
CHAPTER TEN
Here Ulrich interrupted his narrative. "My dear young ladies, I'm afraid I have talked you to death with this tale of my amatory progress."
"It's just like a novel," sighed Ursula.
"Only much more interesting," put in Carmen.
But Ulrich resolutely insisted that he would keep the rest of it for the morrow, after lunch.
"Why not tomorrow morning?" asked Carmen.
"Because, my dear," said Ulrich with a peculiar smile, "I shall be otherwise engaged."
There were a few moments of silence while the girls eyed him, Florence said, "If you will permit me, Herr von Grusac, I would like a few minutes alone with you, after the girls have retired."
He graciously acceded to her request, the radio was turned on, and for a while they all listened to a program of music from Vienna. Seeing that the other girls were absorbed in the music, Florence quietly got up and motioned Ulrich to follow her to another room, which he did.
"Herr von Grusac, I am going to ask a great favor of you. In telling us of your life, you have made it plain that you have no desire to inflict unnecessary pain or hardship on anyone, and that when you ... ah, copulate, you would prefer to to do it with someone willing and ... and responsive. Isn't that so?"
Ulrich admitted that this was the case.
"But, mademoiselle, you haven't heard of my later pleasures, which bear more particularly on the case of you and your sisters."
"Still," she insisted, "you would much rather have a girl that was responsive than one who was not?"
"Of course," replied Ulrich, curious as to what she was getting at.
"Well, if you will let my sisters go without any further harm, I'll ... I will be very, very responsive to you. You can do anything to me that you wish and I'll be happy ... and ... and I'll do everything in the world to make you enjoy it." The tears stood in her eyes as she pleaded. "Please, dear Herr von Grusac, you will be doing a very generous act, if you will let them go before their lives are ruined and in return there won't be anything that you ask that I will not do."
Ulrich was a little touched by this quixotic proposition, although a little nettled by what she last said. He answered, "My dear, at the very worst, I shall not ruin their lives. You are hopelessly out of date if you imagine that the initiation I might give them would ruin their lives and yours. By far the majority of girls nowadays have had amorous experience before they are married."
"Maybe ... but I had hoped that Ursula, Carmen and Kyle would be pure girls when they were married, just as I myself expected never to have a thing to do with a man that way until the wedding night, if I married at all."
"Mademoiselle," laughed Ulrich indulgently, "I honor you for your high ideals, but I can't say anything definite about this until I have thought it over. By the way, what do the other girls say to this generous sacrifice of yours?"
"I haven't said anything about it to them."
"Well, if they consent to it, let me know tomorrow, and I will then take the matter under consideration."
On this note the interview was ended, and presently the girls retired to Florence's room, leaving Ulrich in the study. They undressed, and comfortable in their nightgowns, listened while Florence told them of her proposition to Ulrich. Instantly there was a storm of protest; they couldn't think of letting her sacrifice herself, it was out of the question. Florence gravely told them that if Ulrich accepted the proposal, she would be no worse off and as she was the oldest, she felt it was her duty to be the one to bear the brunt of the disaster.
"But just think how we would feel, being away from here in perfect safety, and you alone here with him," was Ursula's remark, but Florence insisted so strenuously that the girls reluctantly gave consent.
Carmen and Kyle retired to their room and went to bed. But Carmen could not sleep. She went over in her mind Ulrich's story and then Florence's proposal to sacrifice herself for the other three. If Ulrich agreed to it, he would take Florence to bed with him, he would thrust his hand between her thighs and lasciviously feel her cunt, as Ulrich called it. Then Carmen remembered that Florence had suffered more than any of the others when her hymen was cut, more even than Kyle, who had really been raped. Carmen had known perfectly well, months before, that her own maidenhead was very much broken; it had been the result of a hard fall, and she thought how terrible it would be should Ulrich try to put his penis in the sore place between Florence's thighs. It flashed upon her that she herself was the one to make the sacrifice, and her mind took fire at the thought. She would be the one to give herself to liberate her sisters. She knew that if she could be sure that her sisters would benefit by it, she would be able to give Ulrich such a warm reception that he could not fail to be pleased with his bargain.
Filled with these noble thoughts and much excited, Carmen got up and tiptoed out of the room. Kyle was fast asleep, and did not stir when Carmen unlocked the door and softly went into the hall. There was a dim night lamp and Carmen went straight to Ulrich's bedroom. She had no difficulty in finding it, for Ulrich had shown them over the house. When she knocked lightly on the door, a momentary feeling of terror and regret over her action came to her, and it was with difficulty that she conquered this trepidation, but her heart was fluttering madly, her confusion was great, when Ulrich opened the door, and courteously bade her to enter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I've come," she faltered, "I've come to ask you, to ... to take me in place of Florence, and ... and let the other girls go."
Ulrich was in pajamas of a beautiful blue silk, in contrast to her rather cheap, pink nightgown. He waved her to a comfortable chair, on which she sat, very much confused, pulling down her nightgown over her knees then, finding it exposed part of her breasts, pulling it up again.
"Now, dear, tell me exactly what you will do in case I accept your proposal."
"Oh," said she eagerly, "then you will take me?"
"Wait ... I haven't said that I would. I just want to know what you propose to do, in case I should."
"Well, I . ... I . ... will do anything you want."
"Of course, you think of me as something like an ogre. I don't mean to be. I am still young, although ten years your senior, but in getting what I wish I also like to give pleasure. If you should willingly give yourself to me, I know you would get lots of enjoyment from it."
"But Herr von ... von what's ... your ... name..."
"Why don't you call me 'Ricky' ? That's what all ray real friends call me."
"Well, Ricky, then ... I wasn't thinking of that part ... I just wanted to save Florence. You know that operation made her terribly sore and ... and tender in that place, and it would be awful if you ... you did it to her ... she would suffer so. And I ... I am all right ... that is, it wouldn't hurt me so much."
Ulrich smiled at this naive statement. "Come here, my dear." Slowly she walked over to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She trembled slightly as his arm tenderly went around her waist, and he continued, "I'm glad you told me about Florence's cunt, for I wouldn't care to make her suffer awfully. But are you sure that your own pretty little cunt is all right?"
"Oh, yes ... I ... I suppose so."
His arm tightened round her waist and it was evident that she had on nothing underneath her gown. He looked down at her piquant, flushed face, and exclaimed, "My dearest ... you have the freshest, prettiest lips I have ever seen ... I must kiss them," and his mouth descended on those dewy rose petals, ardently pressing them in the first truly amorous kiss that Carmen had ever received.
His right arm tightened still more, moving up a trifle to encounter a firm, young breast. His left hand rested on the bare knee near him, and as he expertly increased the pressure on her mouth, the hand rose a few inches on her thigh. He could feel her body quiver under this double contact. Her breathing was tumultuous, and at length she tore her lips from his, burying her hot face in his shoulder, gasping for breath.
He was murmuring in her ear, "My pretty little dear, I won't hurt you, I wouldn't hurt you for all the world. Just let me feel if that sweet pussy is perfectly well," as his hand was wriggling in between her close-shut thighs.
Her free hand was endeavoring to ward off his attack, which he continued gently but persistently.
"Kiss me again," he whispered persuasively.
She shook her head but his shoulder pushed her face toward his eager lips, which were again fastened to hers. In a few moments he felt them grow hot as fire under his, her body seemed to weaken, and when the thighs relaxed slightly, his fingertips touched the moist entrance of her sheath. With ardent force his mouth crushed on hers, muffling the gasping protests as his forefinger penetrated her hairy slit, tickling her clitoris in passing. Again she tore her lips from his and moaned softly as she felt the invading finger creeping up the agreeably tight passageway. Slowly he bore her back until his head was on the bed, her head resting, on his shoulder, and worked his forefinger with thrilling effect in the moistly warm sheath, several times feeling a spasmodic twitch of the heated flesh. He did not make the mistake of hurrying matters, but continued that gentle massage until the sheath was filled with her liquid.
"Now, sweet one, we will have fun together," he murmured in caressing tones, as his hand was withdrawn. He brought out his prick, and pulling her weakly-resisting leg up, placed the head of the instrument in wet, rosy lips. For a few moments she was passive, then a convulsive movement dislodged the visitor.
"Dearest," he murmured pleadingly, "Let it go in, it will give us the most heavenly pleasure. Oh, darling, you can't imagine how delightful it will be," and when again the blunt head sought her sheath, she moved her knee over his thigh, facilitating entrance.
For a moment it was just enclosed in the clinging, elastic lips, and then he made several very short thrusts, followed by a few slightly longer ones. Her arm stole over his body. She started violently when the blunt head passed the vaginal muscle, which tightened maddeningly; then a violent shudder shook her whole body as she gave up the amorous juice, accompanied by a storm of sobs. Quickly he grasped her buttocks and drove his instrument into her relaxed, quivering body, although owing to their position, the thrusts were not very deep. Half a dozen of these and her sobs lessened. Then a wave of hot desire flooded him as he felt a faint but undeniable motion of her body, and when at last he arrived at the short, savage digs, her sobs had changed to passionate moans. When the sperm gushed from his bursting penis, she wriggled slightly and poured out a second tribute to Venus.
Despite the awkward position, Ulrich had more real enjoyment from the initiation of this charming girl into the ecstatic pleasures of sexual intercourse, than from a great many others of his expertly planned adventures. It had, as you might say, dropped on him from the skies, without special devising on his part. He had expected the next morning to have Carmen bound securely and gagged, and after lustfully feeling and looking over each charming spot of her body, leisurely to force his penis into that flower-like cunt. But how much more entrancing it was, this gradual yielding. His heart beat faster as he recalled that delicious, awkward little motion which proclaimed that she, too, had entered into his pleasure.
Strange to say, now that the fuck was over, and Carmen should have been in the depths of despair, she was conscious of a bubbling joy, a triumphant feeling of happiness, that she was ashamed of and made an effort to conceal. But almost without volition her face turned to his, and their lips met in a long lingering kiss. When they fell apart, he murmured, "My sweet little dear, now you know what fun screwing is."
The feeling of shame again came to her, and she answered perversely, "No! ... I don't ... I hated it. It was horrid," and strove to get free of his interlocking limbs.
He allowed her the freedom, laughed quietly and said, "All right, pretty one. I'm so sorry that you hate it, and that I made it so horrid for you."
And then, woman-like, her attitude changed. "Well, it wasn't quite as bad as I thought it would be. I suppose it might have been worse." Then she wailed, "Oh, dear, my gown is all messy, and I'm all messy too. What shall I do?"
"First of all, wash yourself," and he threw open the door to a large bathroom. Taking a small bowl, he filled it with water and put in an antiseptic. When she came out, with her spotted gown around her, he would have stopped her, but she eluded his grasp.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Back in her room, Carmen quickly got a fresh gown and slipped under the cover without waking Kyle. Suddenly it occurred to her that in the excitement of the intimate contact with Ulrich, she had forgotten to follow up her proposal to take Florence's place, as a sacrifice. But her thoughts were interrupted, for Kyle began moaning in her sleep and when Carmen waked her to find what was the matter, they found that Kyle had come sick. As she was still wearing the sanitary pad put on by Dr. Zedt, there was nothing to do, and presently both girls slept.
When they met in the morning, the others heard that Florence too had come sick early in the night. Her sickness was not due for several days, but owing to the excitement and responsibility, it had come too early. After breakfast, Dr. Zedt came and in spite of the sickness of the two girls insisted on an examination of the venereal parts, one by one. Carmen was inclined to resist, but Dr. Zedt, when alone with her, said that Herr von Grusac had specifically ordered the examination for her, to see that all was right with her.
After breakfast, Alesha led them to a garden enclosed by high walls, and they exclaimed with delight on seeing a large artificial pool. The master had commanded them to be told that they could bathe there in perfect privacy any time they wished. Florence and Kyle, naturally, were unable to bathe, but Ursula and Carmen immediately stripped to the skin and plunged into the sparkling waters. It was thus that they had often bathed in a forest pool near their father's mission in
Africa. Alesha provided towels for the girls, and somewhat later they all gathered for lunch.
Ulrich at the luncheon table was the courteous host. When the girls saw him, Carmen's face was scarlet and her eyes averted, but soon this shyness was overcome and she became her natural self, vivaciously taking part in the conversation. After lunch, Ulrich took them over the grounds which contained a fine croquet ground, a good tennis court and a small putting course, and told them they were welcome there at all times as well as to the walled garden. He also had a bowling alley and billiard tables in the basement of the house. A lively game of croquet was started, and continued until after four o'clock.
During the game, Ursula managed to get Ulrich by himself and said she would like to talk to him when the other girls would not know of their interview. Ulrich suggested that privacy would be assured if she came to his bedroom about five o'clock when the girls were resting. Ursula thanked him earnestly and said she would surely come. Florence too, made opportunity to speak to him alone, and told him that while the other girls had protested strongly against her proposal, still she knew they would accept the situation if Ulrich would only consent to it. Ulrich said he would have to have more time to consider the matter, of course saying nothing of his delicious interview with Carmen the previous night, nor his forthcoming one with Ursula.
After the game, the girls drifted to their rooms to lie down.
A little before five, Ursula put a dressing-gown over her nightgown and said she was not in the mood to rest but would go down to the library and read until it was time to dress for dinner. With heart beating fast, she went downstairs, but softly stole up again to Ulrich's chamber.
He was pleased to see her thus in negligee, for it augured pleasures to come. She breathlessly told him of her ruse to escape the other girls, and when she had quieted down, stated her proposal. While they had played croquet together, it had been agreed to call each other by their first names, so it now was natural to Ursula.
"Ricky," said she earnestly, in much the same strain as Carmen had spoken, "if you are going to let the other three of us off for Florence, would it make any difference to you if it were me instead of Florence?"
"Yes," said Ulrich smiling, "it would."
Ursula slumped back in the chair, the hopeful look leaving her face as she murmured, "Oh, dear ... and I thought you would just as soon have me."
"But you asked if it made any difference to me if you were a substitute for Florence, and I said yes, because I would much rather have you."
"Oh, Ricky, I'm so glad that you would. You know that operation has made her awfully sore, and last night ... well ... she ... she..."
"Yes," broke in Ricky, "her monthly sickness came."
She looked at him suspiciously. "How in the world did you know?"
"My dear, I could easily surmise that from what you said, and also I had a report from Dr. Zedt."
"Of course," and her brow cleared. "Anyway, Florence is so ... so virtuous, and your doing it to her would make her feel so ... so spoiled. And I don't feel that way about it. If you are ... well ... forced into it, I don't think it really affects your virtue. Of course it is different if you are tempted ... and yield, expecting to enjoy it."
"And you," laughed Ulrich, "don't expect to enjoy it?"
"Oh, no," said Ursula gravely, "how could I?"
"Then of course your virtue is perfectly safe, no matter what I do to you?"
Ursula looked a little uncomfortable at this rejoinder, answering uncertainly, "Yes, I suppose so."
"Well, I don't care particularly to screw a girl who doesn't enjoy it."
"But Ricky," in amazed tones, "when you had us brought here and planned to do things to us, you surely didn't expect us to enjoy those things?"
"That seems unanswerable," smiled Ricky, "but maybe I hoped to find one of you four girls who would enjoy it, and I would 'do things' exclusively to her."
"Oh," said Ursula blankly, "I never thought of that, I just thought you wanted to ... to do it to all four of us."
"And so you see I couldn't take up your proposition, feeling sure that you would never enjoy it with me."
Ursula was silent a minute, then said gravely, "I suppose I don't really know whether I would or not. And then I could pretend to. Wouldn't that satisfy you?"
"I can't say definitely. It depends on how well you can pretend, and other things."
"What other things?"
"Forgive my speaking plainly ... the condition and texture of your cunt." A slow flush mounted in the clear brunette skin of her face. "I suppose you ... you knew about that, when, night before last, you know what I mean."
"Yes. I know what you mean, but you were unconscious then."
"Does that make any difference."
"Of course. Very much."
"How ... how do you find out those things?"
"I really don't know of any other way," said Ulrich smiling, "than with my prick. You see, the glans of the penis is very sensitive. As you are sure to see one, sooner or later, I'll show you what I mean," and with that he arose, walked toward her, pants unbuttoned, his instrument showing half-erect.
Ulrich was surprised that Ursula made no motion of protest. Although looking at the object with undisguised interest, she presently exclaimed, "It's not as large as I thought it was."
Ulrich was taken aback. Usually the untried maiden was daunted by the large size of this article when first viewed, and his was of nice, sizable form.
"My dear," said Ulrich uncertainly, "have you seen a penis before?"
"Of course, lots of times." Replying to his questioning look, "In the mission, all the little children went about naked, and quite a few of the big black niggers would take off their breech clothes when they went in bathing."
"I see," laughed Ulrich. "I know I cannot compete with a Negro."
"No," said Ursula seriously, her eyes devouring the object in front of her.
"Then you wouldn't be afraid of a small thing like this hurting you?"
"Oh, no. Some of the Negro girls told me all about it, and girls not much more than thirteen were ... were pushed by great strong bucks, and they said it wasn't very bad. I'm twenty-one, and this ... thing is not so very large.
"No-o. It wouldn't do any good, because I'm afraid I'm not the one that would please you. I don't think I would enjoy it," and drawing her dressing-gown closer around her, she rose to go.
"Now see here," said Ulrich peremptorily, "you've gotten me all worked up, talking the way you have." He strode to the door, locked it and slipped the key in his pocket. "Now you can just make up your mind to take off your clothes and let me fuck you right now."
"Oh, Ricky," said she reproachfully, "how can you be so mean?"
"I can be meaner that that. If in three minutes you are not lying naked on that bed and submitting to me, I'll have my Japs bring Florence in here, and no matter how she suffers, I'll fuck her ... I mean it."
Without another word Ursula had the dressing-gown off, and slipping the straps of her nightgown, stepped out of it. In all the glory of her nakedness, she ran to the bed, lying on it doubled up, with her plump buttocks toward him. In a few seconds he also was naked, his prick fully erected and pointing upward. Quickly Ulrich procured from the bathroom some olive oil, which he smeared over his instrument. Stepping to the bed, he firmly yet gently straightened out the faintly reluctant limbs, and gazed with appreciative eyes at the loveliness exposed.
Ursula was a little taller and heavier than Carmen, and her womanly features were more accentuated, the breasts larger and fuller, and she had much heavier buttocks and thighs. While admiring these beauties, he was worked up to such a degree that he did not linger over the contributory charms, but at once his fingers went to the intersection at the top of her closely locked thighs, in the short, black fur. Her resistance was but slight. She lay flat on her back, with hands covering her eyes, as his fingers wiggled between the plump thighs, on into the moist lips of her vagina to titillate the perky clitoris at the top of the slit. Not long did they stray there before he abruptly withdrew and, resolutely parting her legs, climbed between them and pointed the stiff shaft at the slightly gaping slit.
With little difficulty the oiled head of his cock was inserted between the lips of her cunt where he held it a few moments, enjoying the tight clasp of the velvety flesh. Supporting his weight with one hand, while the other guided his stiff instrument, with little pushes he deepened the penetration while she trembled under him. Soon, without much effort, the blunt knob slipped past the entrance and with a stronger push, he sent it a good two inches further. While there was no resistance from her, she was also completely passive. And yet, he could feel a pleasing warmth in the closely enfolding sheath that was decidedly stimulating his penis.
Now he was flat on her, his staff having attained a good penetration. With naked flesh in close conjunction, he commenced a short, screwing motion in her sheath, which at once warmed still more from the friction. After a few strokes he stopped and put his mouth to her lips in a passionate kiss. Then he felt around his prick a spasmodic contraction of her muscles which impelled him to a deep thrust that brought his testicles in contact with the full cheeks of her buttocks. How delicious was the close, warm embrace of her sheath around his penis!
Again he kissed her with a little sucking motion of the lips, this time running his tongue into her mouth. Around his penis there was another of those electrically thrilling pressures and, as he continued the tongue caress, her muscles were tightening and relaxing. And then, drawing the shaft almost out, he slowly drove it in the yielding flesh until his coarse hair was grinding on the silky fur above her sheath, and his balls bumped against her buttocks.
This drive caused her to have some uneasiness. She sighed deeply and her body trembled. Then he repeated the thrust with a little more force. But now the deliciously warm flesh was too much for his control; faster and faster he drove the amorous bludgeon deep in her, until at last the semen commenced gushing out, as with unrestrained motion he forced it as far as it would go. Ursula, despite the whirling of her mind, could feel deep within her the throbbing pulsating motion of his prick, discharging its load of semen, and well knew what it was. In their home in Africa, from the Negro girls she had gotten much data on the phenomena of copulation.
When the last drop of semen had seeped out, Ulrich with heaving chest lay heavily on Ursula. She was panting too, but the storm of sobs he had expected did not materialize. A little of the stiffness had gone from the shaft when he turned again and kissed her. At once a galvanic thrill came to him from the warm, exciting clasp of her vagina on his penis. It throbbed and then again its head swelled fiercely from this stimulus, and Ulrich thrust again a few times. As his lips left hers, Ursula murmured, "Oh, I thought you had finished."
"Yes, dear, I had, but this is just a little aftertaste," and presently ceasing the motion, he withdrew his penis dripping with sperm, and got up. For a few moments she lay in exactly the same position, thighs widespread, the sperm welling from the slightly gaping gash, somewhat inflamed from the friction. Ulrich was puzzled by her calm silence, and just at this time Ursula must have realized her strange manner, for her breast heaved and she managed to force a few tears to her eyes and sob a little. He was very gentle and comforting, and soon Ursula got up, washed and, resuming her nightgown and the dressing gown, swiftly left the room.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As he languidly dressed for dinner, Ulrich's thoughts wandered over the delights of the two charming girls who had tasted the powers of his capable penis, not counting the rape of Kyle. Now that Florence and Kyle both had their sickness it was out of the question to dally with their pretty cunts. As soon as Kyle was over her sickness, however, he would test the capacity of her young pussy. In the meantime he would have at least one more fuck with the passionate Carmen, and later see what could be done to arouse Ursula to active participation in the delightful amorous game.
At dinner Ursula was self-possessed as usual. After dinner, Kyle wanted to know when Ricky was going to tell the rest of his story and, as the other girls joined in her request, he continued from where he had left off, the end of the first year dating from his father's death, when he had spent a delightful night with the wife of the tea planter.
"I spent a couple of weeks in Paris, having several affairs with actresses, when I decided to come back here. After three weeks of continence, I consulted with a Turkish friend of mine in Istanbul, who advised me to see one of the marriage brokers. In Mohammedan countries, a man may marry a woman, and then for any or no cause, give her a writing of divorcement and the marriage is void, but of course the husband must make provision for her and the children, if there are any. The broker I went to offered a girl, just over sixteen, guaranteed to be a virgin. Of course the fee and her expenses were large, but in my amorous affairs I have never thought of the money."
"This was my first experience with a virgin," Ulrich smiled at the girls, "but not my last. She had a long, unpronounceable name, so I called her Halla. Although only sixteen and undoubtedly a virgin, Halla's sexual education was practically complete. She was very much surprised that I was content with mere copulation. It seems that her owners, as you might call them, had expected to sell her to some old worn-out roue, and with this in view had educated her in all the stimulating, perverse practices, being careful, however, to preserve intact her precious hymen.
"To show you how far this was carried, I will tell you something of the first night with her. I had never seen her before she and a maid were brought to my house. The maid prepared her for the happy event and, when I came into the bedroom, I was somewhat startled to see her lying in the bed, completely naked. At once I threw off my robe and went to her, my prick rising because of the voluptuous picture she made. While I was examining her charms, her hand advanced and played with my penis. She seemed to be thoroughly familiar with that article, doubtlessly having handled many a one before. However it was not particularly pleasing to me, and I began to have some doubts as to whether this was a virgin I was about to copulate with.
"This feeling communicated itself to my penis, which subsided a little, whereupon with the utmost enthusiasm, she endeavored to take it in her mouth, but I very decidedly would not allow it. I know that must seem very disgusting to all of you, and for a few minutes it was the same with me.
But no amount of disgust could overcome the passionate urge I felt to sink my prick in the body of this beautiful young girl and, when I made motions toward accomplishing this happy end, she at once abandoned all perversities and with outstretched thighs welcomed my approach. Naturally I had closely examined and felt her cunt, and so far as I could determine with that method, she was a virgin. When I prepared to mount her, the sight of that delicious, slightly-open mouth was so nice that my penis was stiff as a board.
"When it was inserted, without the slightest pretense of reserve, her body moved to meet mine as I started fucking slowly. When I gave a harder push, her answering motion was so strong that the head of my penis broke through her hymen. It was undoubtedly very painful to her, and also in much less degree to me, but in spite of it, she continued a disorderly motion of her hips, and naturally I also kept up my movement. A little cry was all she made when my penis broke through. After that, not a sound of protest, although I could feel her flinch slightly as my prick went completely in her cunt.
"I paused for a moment, almost determined to withdraw before spending, but the sensation of that tight warm pussy was too much for me. With several hard drives the liquor came and the engagement was concluded. Immediately I got up and when my penis was withdrawn there was enough blood to have satisfied the most critical of men.
"However, my dears, I have had too much experience to believe that a large effusion of blood is always a sign that it is a girl's first copulation. Nor does the absence of bleeding mean that a girl has fucked before. From medical books, one can easily learn that a penis of certain form and size will penetrate a vagina without breaking a particular kind of hymen, for the latter vary somewhat more than the former.
"But as this is not a class in physiology, I will go oh to other things. As a matter of consideration, I did not see Halla for three days, and then was asked by her maid to see her. She began weeping when I came into the room and, as I knew nothing of the dialect she spoke, the maid, who knew a little French, came to my aid. Halla was very much distressed for she feared that I was displeased with her performance. Did I have any doubts of her virginity? Was she so hideous in my eyes that I did not want her? Why then had I not come sooner? My interpreter's explanation did not seem to reassure her, so I motioned the maid out of the room, undressed Halla, and proceeded to give her a thorough screwing. This seemed to be far more effective than any other explanation, and she showed herself to be a most delightfully responsive partner.
"Of course my schedule of one hundred and fifty copulations a year was entirely beyond her understanding, even had I known enough of her language to tell her. She was contented but not for long. She was constantly urging me to more activity and probably was convinced that I was fucking several other women, judging from my reserve. In three months, however, I had enough of her, and she went back to her people, calling down blessings on my head for the settlement I had made on her. The last time I saw the broker, he informed me that she was happily married, having obtained a husband somewhat above her station on account of her large dowry.
"As I had expended my allowance for copulation in four months, I again went off on a long shooting trip in Mesopotamia. While there were numerous opportunities for very tempting amorous adventures, I resisted them stoutly and, three months before the second year was out, returned to my home here.
"By this time I had learned pretty well how to control my passions. To you it would seem easy with the number I had set as my limit, but you can't have any idea of the manifold opportunities that arise for a young man, especially if he has plenty of money. In Paris, Berlin and Vienna society there are numbers of women who are perfectly willing to give their bodies for a money consideration, or its equivalent in jewelry or furs. Some of these complacent young married women, however, can make it very unpleasant for you if they feel they have not been sufficiently compensated. I don't believe I can be called miserly, yet it went against the grain to have to buy a diamond pendant, worth a thousand pounds, for a hurried meeting with a lady, lasting only half or three quarters of an hour. Quite a few of these ladies have husbands too, that are enthusiastically ready to blackmail you at the slightest opportunity.
"Of course I had to learn by experience, but after I bought one of those blackguards to the tune of eight thousand pounds, I was cured and swore never to play with one of those women again."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"You probably have noticed that I had what might be called six-month periods in adhering to my schedule. After my long hunting trip following the time I spent with Halla, I went to Vienna and Paris, and made a long stay in London, where about sixty of my six months' allowance of seventy-five copulations were accomplished with the efficient aid of Miss Gloria ... well, I won't give her last name, for she is now happily married and the mother of a daughter almost two years old.
"In society, it seems perfectly natural that wherever a young man goes, especially if he is wealthy, he should have a mistress. When I arrived in London there were several who offered themselves, more or less openly, for that position, mostly young married women. As I had just been blackmailed on account of a married woman, I paid no attention to these particular overtures. But one was an anonymous note, stating a very frank proposition to the effect that if I liked I could meet the writer at the British Museum, and if she liked my looks and I wanted her, an arrangement could be made.
"The letter intrigued me, so I went and met Gloria, a stately blonde with fine long legs and large breasts. She was the daughter of an English earl, who had been totally impoverished by the tremendous British taxes. Having no training for work, she seemed unable to make a living, being partly supported by relations almost as poor as her immediate family. She was thoroughly modern in her views and did not feel that a short liaison with a man would injure her, rather would give her the proper sexual knowledge and experience that should precede marriage. She would like eventually to get married, but as it was, she was entirely too poor to get the proper clothes to move in the best society where she could meet a man of her own rank.
"Perfectly honest in the matter, she told me that three years before, when she was sixteen, a cousin of hers, ten years her senior, had inducted her into the mysteries of sexual intercourse. It was somewhat a case of a girlish crush on the man, who evidently was not very much in love with her, for immediately after obtaining her favors, he had left the country and she had never seen him again. Nevertheless she seemed to have no rancor, and told of it simply and with so much tolerance for him that it was evident the affair was a mere incident in her life.
"It was also perfectly plain that she had read much of sexual affairs, for when it came to the question of details of the arrangement, she stipulated that if our union the first night was not satisfactory to either party, I could pay her a much smaller sum and cancel the arrangement. But I will not bore you with all the prosaic details.
"The night following our first meeting she came to my apartment, very discreetly avoiding all observation, and I found her a most delightful companion. Having had, by this time, plenty of experience, I was careful to make my approaches very gradual, with the utmost consideration for her feelings, and fucked her only once that night. This restraint was plainly evident to her from the erection of my penis, which was almost continuous from the time of the copulation until she left.
As we kissed at parting, she thanked me warmly for this consideration, and her eyes and the warm abandon of her body promised more at the second meeting.
"This promise was amply fulfilled, for during the second night we screwed four times, and after a few hours sleep we had another before she left. Gloria was rooming with a friend, Caroline Black, a flaming redhead, and I persuaded them to move to a small apartment in the same building in which I had a larger one. In this way we ran few risks of the amour being found out.
"Caroline was a divorcee, writing for a newspaper, by which she made her living, and was of advanced modern view as to sexual relations. I could easily see where Gloria had gotten many of her ideas on the subject. I had told Gloria of my copulation schedule, and she was so intrigued by it that she asked if she might tell her friend. I had no objection, so she did. When, after five or six of our meetings, Gloria's monthly period came, I used to drop by their apartment and we had some great times together. Caroline began chaffing me about my schedule, which seemed to give her much amusement, and when Gloria's flow ceased, Carolina asked to be present at one of our meetings.
"In some cases a witness is very undesirable, but it was not so in this, for Caroline augmented the pleasure during the operation by making witty and cynical remarks that were very amusing. Several times she was a third in the bedroom party, but when Gloria invited her to try out my prick herself, which Caroline at the time was closely inspecting, she declined the idea.
"But three days before I planned to leave Lonon, about four in the afternoon, I rang at their apartment and Caroline answered the bell. She looked rather flushed and confused, telling me to come in although Gloria had gone to a matinee and would not be home until six. As she seemed so discomposed, I went in and asked her what it was that had upset her.
"Said she: 'Ricky, I've just been fucked by one of the young reporters on the paper. It's my own damn fault, because I've been leading him on. We were alone in one of the editorial offices and I thought it would be fun to let him feel me up and then be highly insulted. Almost before I knew what he was about, he pushed me back on the desk, had my pants down, and in less than a minute had screwed me and left.'
"I said, "There's nothing so very terrible about that as I see it. You certainly have been fucked before, and you haven't any silly moral scruples.' She replied, 'But you don't get the point, Ricky. It is a long time since I had a prick in my cunt, and when that damn fool fucked me, it was too short to make me come, but long enough to make me wild to be really fucked, and I couldn't think of a soul to call on, so I came home to get a bottle or a broom-handle or something, to relieve myself. Now I'm not asking you to screw me, because it wouldn't be fair to Gloria and it would disarrange that precious schedule of yours, but it makes me wild to think of your nice prick when I want a fuck so badly. How about letting me use it in place cf the broom-handle ... you lie down on your back and let me fuck your prick ... you needn't come ... just hold it back, and then you can't say you have fucked. Gloria told me that you only had four fucks left for the rest of the week.'
"I could not help laughing at this absurd proposition, as Caroline enthusiastically threw off the dressing gown which was her sole garment, and was charmingly naked, her cunt hair as ruddy as that on her head. No man with red blood in his veins could refuse a pussy like hers; I was not long in shedding my outer clothes and soon I was lying on the couch. Standing on her left foot, she put her right knee over my hips and introduced the head of my shaft into her cunt, carefully parting the thick red hair and opening the wet lips. Of course you young ladies cannot realize what an indescribably voluptuous sensation it is when a woman, mad with passionate desire, takes one's prick in her warm cunt only a little way, and lasciviously rubs her flesh up and down on it. And this maddening motion was not only up and down, but occasionally would be sideways in a circular movement. Every so often she would stiffen slightly, with a slight pause, then the motion would commence again. That girl could really fuck.
"I haven't the faintest idea how often Caroline came, but after each time, her cunt moved further down on my prick until I could feel the soft, hairy mounds on either side of the opening, pressing on my flesh. I had managed, with superhuman control, to refrain from any movement, holding my penis firmly up, but when I felt her cunt hair against me and that hot flesh palpitating around my rod, nothing could have kept me from fucking her. My arms pulled her flat on me, and as I grabbed her plump buttocks, the boiling semen shot out of my bursting prick.
"God, what a relief it was. As we washed in the bathroom she showed much gratitude in her expression of thanks. When all traces of our encounter were removed, we drifted back to the living room where my clothes were strewn on the floor. Still naked, she made no move to clothe herself, but stood stroking her lovely breasts and teasing the erect nipples. She kidded me on how I would explain to Gloria if I failed to give her one of those valuable fucks I had promised, that is, if I kept to my schedule. I answered in the same chaffing manner, but Caroline was so piquant and alluring in her nude charm, that I quickly discarded my underwear and dragged her laughing and protesting to the bedroom, announcing that I would lay her again if I was killed for it.
"And how delightful it was. As soon as my prick was completely buried, her legs moved up over my back and arms clasped me tightly. It was a long, leisurely, satisfying fuck. Many times she halted the action to pour out her tribute, and several times I was almost at the point of emission, just managing to hold it back. When at last the semen poured out, our bodies were practically fused together, and her clasping cunt milked my prick of the last drop.
"I don't think I have ever enjoyed a pair of fucks any more than I did those. We agreed not to tell Gloria of our little indiscretion, and I left the apartment before she returned from the matinee, but I can assure you that I did not screw Gloria that night. She was very sympathetic when I said I would not see her until the following night on account of a violent headache. But before I left London, Gloria had the four fucks, and the two I had with Caroline were charged against the next six-month period."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"And now we come to the time that, almost by accident, I acquired the habit of abduction of girls to satisfy my appetite for fucking. A couple of months after my affair with Gloria, I was in Istanbul and sighted a beautiful girl in a party of tourists. She was rather under medium height, but her wonderful figure immediately excited my interest. I told my driver to stop at the curb and I watched as she passed by us. The driver, of course, noted my interest and asked how much I would be willing to pay for a night with that girl. This was decidedly intriguing, and I asked him how he could manage such a thing. He replied that he might be able to do so if she was traveling alone, as many American girls did, and if my excellency had a house and servants I could trust. But how about the awful uproar she would raise when she returned? That was easy; a few judicious bribes to Turkish officials if she did, but with the thing done, most young women would be glad to keep quiet.
"This was precisely the kind of adventure that appealed to me. Heretofore I had fucked only willing partners, and in this I could study the reactions of one who would certainly be unwilling. Our bargain was quickly made, and he promised that if conditions favored his plans the girl would be delivered at my house sometime within three days. I gave him some money on account and came immediately home.
"At dusk, the evening following our interview, she was at my door. I found that Dora was a school teacher in Philadelphia and came from a family with very little money. They had been able to send her to a good school and college, but that was all. She had been very economical and had saved enough with the aid of a loan on next year's salary to make the trip. She had insisted on this trip, as her fianc�, whom she was to marry during the next vacation, was not able to provide such a trip for the honeymoon.
"But I will not bore you with too many details. Suffice it to say that she would not be persuaded, so I had her stripped and tied by two large, strong Turkish women servants. Before fucking her I covered her lovely, rounded limbs and body with hot kisses, and when I came to the inspection of her cunt with its ringlets of chestnut curls, it was so fresh and sweet, also, I might add, very moist, that I could not refrain from saluting such loveliness with an ardent kiss that provoked an electric response. One moderately strong push served to break through her maidenhead, which, as I afterwards found out, was accompanied by very little pain. A gag was in her mouth, but after fucking her a few moments I could tell from her eyes as well as from the warmth of her cunt that her passions were aroused.
"At the conclusion of the engagement, when the gag was removed, her reproaches were vehement, but there was a hesitation in her manner. The next time I screwed her it was not necessary to bind her, and although she tried not to show it, there was no question that her physical being leaped in response to my fucking. At the third meeting, her defenses were down, and she frankly cooperated in such a delightful manner that I fucked her repeatedly.
"A week after her arrival, the cabman came, very much disgusted that I had kept her so long, for he had a fresh prospect for me. As it was another tourist, the opportunity had to be seized at once or not at all. I was so pleased with Dora, however, that I refused this one, gave the man some money, and told him to be on the lookout for another girl for me some months later.
"Dora proved to be a most delightful mistress, and after her reserve melted, she was an ardent convert to the joys of fucking. When two weeks after her coming, I offered to send her to Paris, she showed a decided reluctance to go. Of course I was delighted to keep her as long as she cared to stay, and after careful calculation she found that she could stay five weeks in all. I accompanied her to Monte Carlo, very unobtrusively arranging for a rumor to be circulated that she had won heavily at the tables. Francs were then worth four cents, and she left for America with certified Monte Carlo bank notes for five hundred and fifty thousand francs.
"These wonderful winnings at Monte Carlo enabled her and the young husband, the next year, to enjoy a honeymoon abroad. Two weeks after the wedding I saw her in Paris, for we had written each other, and I was fully apprised of her movements. Through a Frenchman, a friend of mine, I arranged for the husband to be taken on a trip to some of the gay spots, and Dora very prudishly declined to go with them. Through careful planning we met and enjoyed together four very nice fucks. She told me that her husband was wild to increase their fortune at Monte Carlo, and she was at her wit's end to devise some means to prevent his playing there. Several weeks later she wrote me that he had lost ten of their precious twenty thousand dollars.
"Now, my dear young ladies, I will conclude this long story. During the last three years, my cab driver has accumulated quite a fortune, but usually my guests have come one at a time. However, at one time I had two sisters, and at another, a girl and her friend. I can truthfully say that with only one exception my guests have left this house with no hard feelings toward me. Each one left here with either a substantial sum of money or a good piece of jewelry. Some of them, as in Dora's case, I have met subsequently, with a very pleasant renewal of our former fucking relations."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
At the conclusion of Ulrich's narrative, the party broke up, the girls retiring to their rooms. Florence was particularly thoughtful, and as Ursula seemed very wakeful, Florence began a discussion of their plight. Considering the scope of Ulrich's amorous activities she had lost all hope of his accepting her as a sacrifice for the other three girls, and as she gloomily pictured the prospect of each girl in turn, bound and helpless, ministering to his lustful whims, Ursula, who was very tender hearted, began to cry. Presently between sobs she confessed to having approached Ricky that afternoon with a proposition to substitute for Florence, and in doing so she had been fucked.
Florence blazed forth at this, lashing bitter reproaches at the weeping girl. Carmen and Kyle hearing loud voices, came into find out what was the matter. Angrily Florence told them of Ursula's indiscretion. When Florence had become a little calmer, Carmen said, "Florence, I'm afraid you will have to give up your idea, at least on account of Ursula and me, because last night he fucked me under the same conditions."
This quiet statement provoked another outburst from Florence, mingled with helpless tears.
"And furthermore," continued Carmen, "you needn't consider Kyle, for even though she was drugged at the time, she also was fucked by him. You have all heard him tell of the girls he had had here, and there's not the slightest chance of his letting a single one of us go without being fucked. My idea is to try and get him to fuck us as quickly and as often as possible, and get it over. We all know that his schedule is seventy-five for each six months, and possibly not that many are left for this period. As three of us have been fucked that makes a maximum of seventy-two. Suppose, while you and Kyle are sick, that Ursula and I got after him rather strongly and get him to use up a lot of them on us."
Florence angrily reproached Carmen for this lewd remark, and after more discussion of the situation they all went to bed.
In the morning at breakfast, Alesha informed them that Herr von Grusac had gone away for a few days, on some business connected with mines that he owned, and had left word for the young ladies to make themselves thoroughly at home. This they proceeded to do. They were used to amusing themselves together, and played happily at the games, each day going in swimming, including Florence and Kyle, despite their sickness. And for many hours each day the radio was going. The servants with whom they came in contact were exceedingly agreeable and anxious to please the girls, although when Florence made overtures toward assistance to escape, they closed up like clams.
Each morning Dr. Zedt looked over each one of the girls, and on Sunday he found that Kyle's flow had completely stopped. The tender tissues had healed nicely, and Dr. Zedt told her to take only a moderate amount of exercise for a few days. Florence was still flowing a very little, but on Monday morning she too was relieved of the pad. As her hymen had been scientifically snipped, the healing was even more rapid than in Kyle's case.
Now that she was in condition to yield to Ricky's lascivious assault, Florence was increasingly nervous. When she thought of her second interview with Ricky on the subject of her surrender to save the other girls, a furious anger arose in her mind. This had occurred the morning after he fucked Carmen, and he had sat there blandly smiling as she had offered herself to him, knowing all the time that it was useless so far as Carmen was concerned. And Florence, although she had wisely counseled her sisters not to make any open resistance to Ricky's advances, felt her gorge rise at the thought of submitting weakly to his disgusting familiarities with her body.
Thus it was that when Ricky returned on Tuesday in the afternoon, Florence defied him absolutely when with suave insolence he suggested that she come to his room about midnight. Contrary to what she had heard of his temper, he seemed not at all disturbed, which was in itself rather disquieting when she had braced herself for a furious display of anger. He had negligently dismissed her, and the girls saw no more of him that night, for he had brought back with him the manager of his mines. Early the next morning the manager departed.
The girls had fallen into the habit of sleeping rather late in the morning, after staying up late listening to the radio. When Ursula yawningly awoke at nine-thirty, she missed Florence, and when she did not come as Alesha brought a breakfast tray, Ursula was alarmed. But Alesha placidly informed her that one of the servants had been taken sick and, Dr. Zedt not being in condition to attend her, Florence was asked to assist. She would be back as soon as they could get Dr. Zedt straightened up. This sounded reasonable. The girls tranquilly ate breakfast, and later wandered out in the garden, but in a few minutes Carmen slipped off to the library.
But something far different had happened to Florence. At eight-thirty Alesha had quietly awakened Florence and, signaling her not to waken Ursula, had led her, in her nightgown, out into the hall. Just outside the door, a large, muscular woman had clapped her hand over her mouth and, with the assistance of another woman, had borne her off to the basement of the building. A large cup of strong coffee was forced down her throat after she was strapped to a chair.
For an hour or so she was held there, her mind full of dire forebodings. She was unable to make the two women understand anything, and later Alesha came to give them further instructions. In desperate terror she begged Alesha to tell Herr von Grusac please not to have her bound, that she would submit to him, but Alesha, although looking embarrassed and hesitant, plainly showed that she had received orders to pay no attention to her pleas. Then Florence resolutely brought her nerves under control ... no amount of worry and apprehension would do her a particle of good, and stoically she prepared for the ordeal.
She was startled, seeing the peculiar way she was to be bound. There was a contraption with two legs set at an angle of forty-five degrees, meeting about three feet from the ground, then an upright back with pieces on either side like arms. All the front of it was well padded, and there were numerous straps hanging from the sides. The two strong women removed her nightgown, forced her on this frame and stolidly strapped her legs, arms and body securely, then attempted to put a gag in her mouth. She resisted fiercely, but one of the women calmly held her nostrils until she was forced to breathe through her mouth, and then deftly inserted the gag.
Bound on this peculiar frame, Florence was carried into another room, richly furnished with a profusion of ottomans and cushions, and the frame was securely fastened to an upright piece of ironwork. A sheet was draped over her naked form, held at the top by the arm pieces. And thus she awaited the coming of von Grusac.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Presently Ricky strolled into the room, clad only in pajamas, and went over to where Florence was stretched on the frame.
"My dear," said he, "I thought you understood that in this place my will is the only law. But I suppose you noticed that when you refused to come to my hospitable bed last night, I was hardly displeased. You really rather played into my hands, for while I usually enjoy very much the willing cooperation of my partner in copulation, occasionally I thoroughly relish one that has to be forced. You remember Dora, of course. She had the same initial experience that you will have this morning.
"Please excuse this monologue, for I did not come here for the purpose of talking at you while you are unable to reply. As I was saying, I occasionally relish a girl in this particular way. On the other hand you can console yourself with the thought that you will be fucked absolutely against your will with no opportunity to resist. Now first of all we will by degrees remove this sheet, as I refresh my recollections of your charming body."
Florence was paying but little attention to his words, for her whole mind and effort were bent on conquering the nervous shrinking from the baring of her body with all its secrets, to his inquisitive, lascivious gaze. And beyond that lay the ordeal of his virile organ entering the sensitive grotto between her thighs. Again she collected her faculties, and it occurred to her that if she could concentrate her mind on some fierce reprisal that she might visit on the violator of her chastity, it might help her to bear the terrible ordeal.
While Florence was thus concentrating, Ricky had released the sheet from the right armrest so that a deliciously full breast and part of a thigh were exposed. His caressing hand wandered over the well moulded hemisphere, the touch of his finger on the sensitive nipple causing a nervous shudder of her body. Ricky was a thoroughly selfish egotist, yet not entirely lacking in finer feelings, and he knew what a terrific strain this delayed unveiling of her naked body must be to her feminine sensibilities and the inculcated modesty of many years.
As he quietly removed the entire sheet, he said, "My dear, in satisfying my desires, I am not anxious to inflict any more pain and humiliation on you than is ... shall we say ... desirable." Then his tone changed. "My God, what a beautiful body you have ... I don't think I have ever seen a truer Venus type."
And indeed he was hardly exaggerating, for it would be hard to find a more beautiful example of this kind. Florence had led a fairly active life, but with no over-development of any part of her body, with the result that every line was harmonious and flowing, the luscious breasts curving voluptuously without the slightest sag. But beyond a few, caressing touches to the pink nipples, he passed over them. On some future occasion, after a delicious copulation, he would fondle and play with those resilient mounds, but not now.
His hands dropped lower, over the rounded belly, indented by the navel, and then quickly passing over the brown pubic hair, went well below the crotch and felt the satin smooth skin of inner thighs up toward the intersection. Florence writhed in impotent despair as she felt the fingers rising toward the citadel of her chastity. Oh, would he never finish that lecherous fondling of her nakedness and proceed to the next brutal invasion of her womanly organ.
"Oh, God ... oh God ... how can I stand this shame. Oh, for an earthquake or a stroke of lightning ... and then pass into merciful oblivion, out of the clutches and obscene handling of this horrible brute." Ricky's fingers had taken possession of the plump little mounds, with a lasciviously stroking finger rubbing between them along the line of her slit, taking care to stimulate her clitoris. By this time his tool was in full erection. Continuing the gentle fingering of her cunt with his right hand, with the other he disengaged the trousers of his pajamas, which dropped over his feet and out flew his red-headed pecker. Her body was in continuous motion as she twisted about, instinctively trying to dislodge those hateful fingers.
After all, thought Florence, maybe this was the better way for her to be violated. How could she possibly have refrained from violently repulsing those horrible intrusions of her privacies. Then her heart sank and an intense wave of humiliation overwhelmed her, for when the finger pressed in the sheath, the tickling sensation was so acute that she could feel some liquid seeping out, and she knew that it was that preliminary rain that lubricates the passage. How horrible that this should come to her, for she had understood that this flow was induced by a loving anticipation of the ensuing copulation.
Of course Ricky at once recognized this effusion of liquid on his finger, and with unexpected consideration, said, "My dear ... that is purely a physical reaction, over which a woman has no control, especially a healthy girl like you are. Now I am going to put my prick in your charming cunt, and I assure you that it will hurt only a little, if at all. See ... I am putting some olive oil on it, so it will slip easily on your tender flesh."
In saying this he drew his finger from her cunt, stood away as he put off the coat of his pajamas, and she looked down at his naked body. Her heart raced madly. This was the first time she had consciously viewed a white man's penis. like Ursula, she had a number of times seen the more formidable affairs sported by Negro bucks, and was not daunted by its size. Even in her confusion of thought, she wondered at the whiteness of the shaft, with its ruby-topped head, and had a vague sensation of relief that it was this clean-looking object that was to be thrust in her vagina, rather than one of those repulsive black rods.
As soon as the olive oil had been applied, he again drew close to her, and in a panic of futile terror her abdomen writhed and twisted under his touch, for with steady insistence his fingers were drawing to either side all the stray hairs and pulling back the lips of her moist cunt. Then bending his knees under her, he brought the head of his tool pointing right at the entrance, but so agitated was she by the hateful touch of his fingers that she was not aware that the crest of his prick was impinging on her flesh, but there was no doubt when with a sudden push of the oil covered head it went crowding into the flesh. Her frantic motions were so circumscribed by the straps that they were merely an agreeable titillation of his cock.
And now the awful time was come. She consciously felt a man's prick pushing into her sheath. The vaginal muscle was nervously contracting and relaxing with rapid movement, preventing the onward march. But then Ricky, content at present with this small insertion, began a gentle up and down motion with his prick that she recognized as a fucking movement. After a few of these he suddenly gave a harder push, but the contraction of the muscle blocked his entrance. Again he resumed the short motions, continuing them for some time until, worn with the tension and unavailing effort, she relaxed weakly, and a sudden push sent the blunt knob triumphantly beyond the restraining muscle.
She forgot all the grisly tales of brutal rape by the soldiers in wartime. It seemed impossible that this could happen to her who, when she dreamily contemplated the married state, had imagined a long courtship without any of the gross familiarities. And on the wedding night a covering darkness during which her husband with the utmost delicacy would perform the marriage rite, which was always vague and misty in her thoughts. But she awoke with a start to the realization that three inches of firm cock had been driven into her sensitive flesh and Ricky was voicing his triumph.
"Yes, my dear girl, you now have my prick nicely in your sweet little cunt, and you will know exactly what being fucked is like. Don't you feel it stealing up in that tight little passage? My darling, don't you feel the ecstatic throbbing of that loving prick ... it's so nice to fuck you."
With graduated strokes Ricky was withdrawing about an inch and then sending it back over the ground already gained, not at once attempting any further penetration. Now that his prick was so well fleshed in her cunt it did not need the direction of his fingers, his hands each grasped a thigh, and he brought his naked belly full against hers as he gave those short strokes.
With the play of his prick in her cunt, Florence had a sensation of suffocation, increased by not being able to breathe through her mouth on account of the gag. And the gorged feeling increased as presently with each stroke the head of his prick mounted higher, parting and stretching the flesh that had never been disturbed before. Then came a firm push that gave his prick as much insertion as her cunt permitted, for its head was grazing the womb lips, Her lovely breasts were rising and falling with terrible rapidity and her breathing was almost a whistle, and when Ricky held his cock triumphantly at this extreme penetration, he glanced at her face.
The look of poignant anguish in her eyes gave even him a touch of compunction, and delivering three or four hard, rapid thrusts, he spurted his seed deep in the recesses of her cunt.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Ricky was somewhat alarmed at Florence's condition, her face was flushed and splotchy, with the veins of forehead and neck standing out like whipcords. He called loudly for the attendants and, while they were coming, loosened the catch of the gag. Gasping heavily through parched lips, she obtained the needed supply of breath, while Ricky looked concernedly at her, his prick rapidly subsiding, and still dripping a little semen. The attendants quickly took Florence to the next room where they unstrapped her and chafed her hands and legs while she lay on the divan with a towel under the middle portion of her body. In a few moments Dr. Zedt came and swiftly washed her cunt with an antiseptic solution, and filled the orifice with soothing cream.
Then minutes after she had been fucked, Florence was feeling perfectly all right. She was amazed. Could it be possible after such a terrible experience that she was resting so comfortably? What luxury it was to be able to breathe properly. Florence shuddered as she recalled that strangling sensation as well as the feeling of humiliation in being violated in such a lecherous manner, and then in thinking it over, she rather wondered how anyone could violate her in any other way. Then came a long sigh ... well, now she, too, had been fucked. Of course she would have to submit several times again to that hateful poking of her cunt, but then should come glorious freedom, and she fervently resolved that never again would a man's penis be allowed to come anywhere near that tender little spot between her thighs.
Ricky, as soon as he saw that Florence was recovering, thoughtfully washed his prick and wiped it dry. Then he had coffee and toast served to him in the room where he had fucked Florence. Still in pajamas, he wandered upstairs, thinking about the sweet sensation her tight cunt had given his penis. Going by the library, he saw Carmen slumped down in one of the lounging chairs. She was so absorbed in a book as to be oblivious of his being anywhere around. Ricky smiled to himself, quite sure as to what kind of book she was reading, for right next to a row of light, popular novels had been placed half a dozen highly erotic books.
Quietly Ricky went toward her and was almost standing over her when she gave an agitated start, hurriedly closed the book and tried to hide it in the cushions of the chair. He smiled at her crimson face, and said, "That's all right, my dear, I won't try to find out what you are reading. But just as a guess I should say that it had something to do with fucking. Am I right?"
A somewhat uncertain, ashamed nod was the only response.
"From the interest you showed in that book, I assume that you enjoyed reading it. Isn't that so?"
"Oh, Ricky ... I ... I can't talk about it. I'm so ashamed."
"My dear, that's nothing to be ashamed of, although if Florence had caught you reading it she probably would have given you a rating."
"I should say she would. Florence thinks its terrible to read that kind of book. I just wanted to read a few pages to see what it was like, and then I got so interested that I couldn't put it down."
"I know," said Ricky sympathetically, "some of the descriptions are very realistic."
"But Ricky, some of the things they do are awful ... so ... nasty and ... and beastly."
Ricky laughed and, without any objection from her, sat in the large roomy chair, putting an arm around her pretty body.
"What is it you find so awful and nasty in that book?"
"Oh ... I can't begin to tell you. It just doesn't seem as if anyone in the world could want to do such things. I think the writer just imagined it and ... and it never happened at all."
"Now, maybe I can explain this particular form of nastiness that seems to bother you, if you will give me some indication."
"No ... no," she wriggled nervously, "I couldn't possibly tell you."
"Let me see ... has it anything to do with a woman taking a man's prick in her mouth?"
Carmen's blushing face was hidden in his shoulder, and in muffled tones she answered, "No ... oooo."
"How about a man with his mouth on a woman's cunt?"
Her head shook in the negative.
"A man sucking another man's penis?"
This was answered vigorously in the affirmative. Ricky laughed softly.
"My dear, it would take a very long time to explain that curious anomaly to you. Every person is born with some kind of sexual instinct; with a large majority of people, this instinct takes the purely natural form. A prick desires a cunt, and a cunt a prick. But in a very few cases a boy will have a queer kind of feminine instinct. You know the logical thing is for a girl to want a penis pushed in her pussy, and the mouth, being closely akin to the generative organs, will appeal to a boy with these desires as the proper place for another boy's penis.
"This form of sexual enjoyment is repulsive to the average man, although some acquire the habit in later years. Many books have been written about this and kindred abnormalities, which go back to prehistoric times. But I am not going to give a lecture on sexual aberrations this morning.
"To change the subject slightly, did you like the descriptions of normal copulations?"
"Yes ... s. ... s, they were quite interesting."
He pulled her legs over his lap as he continued, "I wonder if we couldn't make the real experience as attractive as reading about it."
"Oh ... no ... Ricky ... you mustn't. Oh ... oh please let me up."
His hand had stolen over her knee and was edging up a smooth, bare thigh as she frantically pressed one against the other to prevent further progress. Under half-closed lids she glanced at his upturned face, and into his burning, compelling eyes. Slowly her lips descended to his mouth. The warmth of their kiss soon raised the temperature of her blood and, as he drew her more closely to him, one thigh dropped between his knees and his fingers slipped along the bare skin right up to the luscious, moist lips of her hairy cunt. Her arm stole about his neck as her lips were withdrawn and she buried her burning face in his shoulder.
There was no question as to Carmen's inflammable nature, for on his fingers Ricky could feel a continuous seeping of the passionate, lubricating fluid. As they kept up a lecherous titillation of her warm little cunt, her abdomen, almost without consciousness on her part, responded with little heaves. God, what a passionately exciting morsel of flesh she was. Ricky, after a six-day vacation from all forms of eroticism, had thoroughly relished fucking Florence in her helpless state, but it had served as a stimulant for more of it, especially with the tempting cunt in which his fingers were playing.
His testicles were aching and his prick hard as a rock as he suddenly pushed Carmen to her feet and led her to a couch along the back wall of the library, where he laid her unresisting on her back. As she wore no panties, when he tossed up her dress and the lower part of her chemise, the whole tract lay bare and open to his attack. For a few moments he paused to look at the entrancing vista, caressing the silky, auburn hair above the slit and then rubbing along the wet lips. Discarding his pajamas, he got between the yawning thighs and, pointing his rigid spear downward, brought it against the pouting lips. A convulsive start greeted this contact, and then Ricky carefully inserted the head, fitting the elastic lips around it.
Ricky had not deemed it necessary to work his shaft along her cunt to arouse her passionate response, being convinced that she was well open and ready, but now that the crest of his prick was closely enfolded by her flesh, he rested his weight on one hand and with short, easy motions worked his prick into her juicy cunt. Little tremors shook her body, but otherwise she was passive.
For a minute or two he kept up this preparation, and then the pushes lengthened until he could feel the play of the vaginal muscles. Then, making sure of the right direction, he suddenly drove the tip in, feeling along the ridge of its bulging head the exciting stricture.
Now lying flat on her trembling body, he gave a firm, slow push that fleshed all but an inch of his splendid prick and, against the neck of her womb, Carmen felt the impact of his crest. She sighed voluptuously, her breath came quicker, her hands fluttered on his hips and there was a faint, irregular movement of her body. Exceedingly pleasant to Ricky's prick was the stimulating friction of Carmen's warm, tight sheath, and for a few moments he remained perfectly still. Then, he began a slow, driving motion that also quickened Carmen's short heaves. She was now breathing loudly with an occasional sigh, and there could be no question of her enjoyment of the act, especially after the strokes lengthened, when her motions became disorderly. Breathing an ecstatic, "Ricky," she deluged his moving cock with her Venus juice.
This quick and voluptuous response to his fucking fired Ricky afresh, although he still screwed her with long, slow thrusts. As soon as Carmen recovered partially from her long spasm, they began to work faster, until presently his full-length strokes shortened and Ricky delivered those rapid digs that just precede the end. Carmen had been meeting his thrusts with voluptuous heaves of her young body, but now with disorderly wriggles and panting sighs she sought to engulf every particle of his staff as her sluices opened, and deep in her cunt came a torrent of his sperm. Even after the emission, Ricky gave an occasional lustful push of his prick, which had relaxed but little of its stiffness. But when he unsheathed it, Carmen gave a little cry of mortification, for there were flecks of blood in the sperm, showing that her sickness had started.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Florence did not come to the luncheon table. She poured out into Ursula's sympathetic ear the tale of how Ricky had fucked her and both girls wept over the harrowing experience. At luncheon Ursula curiously eyed him as with suave politeness he did the honors of the house. Carmen, looking rather tired and languid, had nothing to say, and Kyle too was in a brown study, so that in order to keep the conversation going, it was necessary for Ricky to talk a lot.
However, Florence was so much better after a long nap that she was persuaded to come down for dinner. At first she was nervous and constrained, then as she regained her poise she maintained a rather icy demeanor, occasionally interjecting a biting remark. Presently she was aware of Ricky's eyes on her. When she looked him in the face and felt that menacing glare, a panic seized her. It was just as if he had told her that again her naked body would be bound to that contraption while with lecherous zest he would feel her all over and then fuck her. The recollection of that humiliating ordeal was enough, and her manner changed abruptly so that presently Ricky's eyes lost their menacing gleam.
The evening was spent very pleasantly, and the girls retired with very little thought that there would be any interruption, as they knew of Ricky's having screwed both Florence and Carmen. However, Kyle was anticipating, with rather mixed feelings, the invasion of her sweet young cunt by Ricky's prick. It so happened that she had witnessed, from behind a curtain, the coupling of
Ricky and Carmen. There was an uneasy sense of fear that his shaft might cause much pain in her tender flesh, and yet there must be something very enjoyable about it, for Carmen had certainly gotten much pleasure from it.
Florence and Ursula had been in darkness for some minutes when the light was snapped on, flooding the room with light, and Ricky's form was revealed. As he calmly removed his pajamas, Florence groaned with foreboding. Said Ricky, "Calm yourself, my dear, Ursula is to. be the favored one tonight."
"Oh," quavered Florence, "then I'll go to Carmen and Kyle's room," but as she got up before his naked figure, and again encountered the menace of his eyes, she murmured, "You ... w-want me to stay here ? " and a nod was sufficient to send her under the cover again.
But at once the sheet was taken from both girls, and they were commanded to remove their nightgowns also, exposing to Ricky's lascivious gaze the plump beauties of Florence's form as well as the taller development of Ursula. It seemed horrible to Florence thus to bare herself to his lustful gaze, but she made the best of it, for he had implied that he would not fuck her that night. But her heart went out to poor Ursula who would have to submit to his brutal lust.
However, poor Ursula was taking the matter very calmly, although she was rather more agitated than her manner indicated. She was distinctly curious about the exercise, as on the former occasion she had taken Ricky's penis in her crevice without any pain, and toward the last had felt a vague sensation of pleasure. When she was fourteen, her menses had been evident, and soon after that she had met a boy sixteen years old with whom she had been friendly during his stay in the village of only two weeks. It occurred to her that if it were Robert instead of Ricky now passing his hands over her charming flesh, it would be really delightful.
Just then Ricky pushed her down on the bed and his fingers were active in her black-haired cunt. The image of Robert, a tall, healthy lad, persisted in Ursula's mind, and several small emissions of liquid flowed from her agitated cunt. While she was perfectly passive, Ricky could feel these emissions. Her tingling flesh heated up and thoughts of Robert persisted as Ricky's forefinger screwed around in the crevice. He carefully pushed all the hairs away, and then Florence was commanded to place his prick in the moist lips of Ursula's cunt, which his fingers held wide open. With little shudders of repugnance she complied, wondering how Ursula could lie there with hardly a tremor in her beautiful body.
A famous libertine has said that in copulating, one girl is much the same as another. While this may be true, there are differences in the ways that girls receive a man's penis. Ursula was the passive type, taking it without much apparent emotion. On the previous occasion she had not arrived at the thrilling climax, that melting sensation that is the acme of voluptuousness, although the gyrations of Ricky's prick had induced a vaguely pleasant feeling. And that sensation of pleasure came again while Ricky moved the large blunt head of his penis around just within the lips of her wet sheath. Still it did not occur to her that any responsive movement would be desirable. With the utmost deliberation Ricky commenced the strokes of penetration. At each forward motion a fraction of an inch was gained, until the knob slipped into the sheath and went forward another full inch in the moist flesh.
A startled little tremor greeted this deeper insertion, but again she lay perfectly quiet. Now that his prick was firmly held, Ricky pulled the lips of her cunt aside so that with a full stroke no hairs would be drawn in to lacerate the tender skin. He lay flat on her, his chest crushing down the lovely breasts that jutted from her body. And as soon as he lay on the delicious cushioning form, his right hand foraged between Florence's plump white thighs and thrust a finger in her tight cunt. Then his lips sought Ursula's mouth and, as he gave her a long, tongue kiss, his prick moved forward in her vagina and his finger gently titillated Florence's cunt.
Ricky could sense the rising heat of Ursula's lips under his passionate kiss, and her tongue fluttered against his. Then on his forward-moving prick came a voluptuously exciting pressure of the muscular part of her cunt. He redoubled the suction of his mouth on her lips and pressed his penis up so far that his testicles rested on her buttocks, and the knob was against the neck of her womb, and there he held it. Convulsively the vaginal walls with quick pressure clasped his prick, repeating the clasp with almost fucking motion, and still Ricky maintained the status quo, his prick deep in her cunt, his mouth lasciviously sucking her lips, their tongues mingling and his finger roving in Florence's cunt.
At last Ursula felt the urge to really fuck, for the combination of desireful kissing and the feel of his hotly throbbing knob in the farthest portion of her cunt was too much for her to remain calm. Without conscious thought her belly wriggled slightly under him, and she began an insidious little motion, all the time accompanied by the spasmodic contractions of her cunt. Naturally Ricky was fully aware of this awakening, for these small movements were so voluptuously stimulating that the head of his prick swelled still harder and he was forced to exercise his will power to prevent the juice from spurting out.
He relaxed a trifle and, withdrawing his prick a couple of inches, began to screw her. With mouths still closely engaged, they were soon panting heavily as Ricky fucked with slow, deeply driven thrusts. After seven or eight thrusts, Ursula impulsively clasped his back with her arms and wrapped her legs around him. Her body sinuously curved as she drove it up to meet his stroke, and then wriggled wildly as Ricky rammed her cunt with short, quick thrusts that brought thick, warm sperm spraying at her womb, just as her sluices opened, and her excited cunt spasmodically gripped his throbbing prick.
During this hot engagement Florence was in a turbulent state of mind, acutely aware of the lascivious drama being enacted by her side, as Ursula's thigh would occasionally bump against her buttock, and Ricky spasmodically fingered her cunt. It was terrible that Ursula could so far forget her womanly pride to enter into the sport with so much vulgar animation. And then, when those frantic writhing motions had ceased, Ursula still held his naked body clasped tightly with her arms and legs as her lips pressed lovingly against his cheek. Had she lost all sense of shame? In addition to these speculations about Ursula, there were her own emotions to consider. The conclusion had been forced upon Florence that there was something inexpressibly alluring and tempting in this physical mingling of male and female sex, and it took a strong mind and will, such as she herself possessed, to resist its insidious appeal. Of course, she assured herself proudly, never would she let it move her as it had Ursula, with this lecherous scoundrel ... possibly with her future huband, but not with this raper of helpless girls!
The burning indignation aroused by these thoughts was so great that her body moved restlessly, and the clever scoundrel, who still had his finger in her cunt, wriggled it back and forth in the moist flesh. Recalling her humiliating situation, Florence held her body rigid position, and in a few moments heaved a sigh of relief when his finger was withdrawn. Presently, with penis somewhat deflated, but still encased in Ursula's overflowing cunt, Ricky kissed her. The impact of his lips almost at once was reflected in the spasmodic pressure of the sheath on his prick, which revived a little, but after a few languid, half-hearted pushes, Ricky got up and, without paying the slightest attention to Florence, left the room.
While Ursula was performing her ablutions, Florence scathingly rebuked her for the wholehearted response she had made to Ricky's lustful attack. Ursula, whose sweet composure was rarely ruffled, listened meekly, with no attempt to justify herself, until Florence's rage was spent. When Ursula would have kissed her good night, she coldly refused the caress. A few hours later, Florence wakened with a suffocating feeling of pressure on her stomach. Oh God ... had that beast returned to defile her body with his filthy fucking? No ... thank heaven ... it was Ursula whose thighs were over her belly. But a wave of disgust came upon Florence, for Ursula was moving against her hip with that writhing motion and, as Florence shook her violently, heaved a long sigh and murmured, "Oh ... Robert ... darling."
CHAPTER TWENTY
There followed a breathing spell that was very soothing to Florence's harassed nerves. All the next day Ricky was closeted with the manager of his mines, and in the afternoon went away with him. The following day, Saturday, Florence with vigorous energy attempted to put in operation every possible means of escape, but found all the servants so loyal to their master that she finally admitted defeat. And Sunday morning was quiet, but at dinner that night, Ricky appeared at the table with a very attractive youth about nineteen years old.
This youth was a grandson of General von Grusac's brother, and therefore was a second cousin of Ricky. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, and his complexion quite dark also. Although of assured manner, he had just a touch of diffidence that endeared him to women. His manner with the girls was charmingly deferential, and he gave no sign that he knew anything of the relations between them and Ricky. After dinner the phonograph was turned on and presently Jan and Kyle were dancing.
While the girls did not know much about dancing, Carmen and Ursula, as well as Kyle, responded eagerly to Jan's offer to teach them. Florence smilingly refused. It was after midnight when a large basket of delicious cakes and a decanter of wine were brought in.
All was happy and innocent in this party, for during the whole evening not a word was uttered of an equivocal nature, and as the party was breaking up for the night, Florence sighed with regret that it was over.
Florence was very lonesome in bearing her burdens, for Carmen and Ursula had both shown a decided predilection for the loathsome exercises to which Ricky had introduced them. Kyle was on fire to experience this new sensation. And then the thought struck that perhaps they might induce this handsome young man to help them escape. Whether it worked or not, it was worth while trying.
Florence was still awake at half past one when the door was softly opened and, in low tones, Ricky gave her a pressing invitation to come to his room. This was courteously enough given, but behind it was the menace of being taken forcibly if she refused. Turbulently rebellious as her feelings were, however, reason told her that it was best to obey. Quietly slipping on a kimono, she left with him, without waking Ursula. In his luxuriously furnished bedroom, Ricky at once removed his pajamas. The soft light illumined his virile organ half-erected, its dull red head peeping out of the wrinkled skin.
What a horrible thing that article was, transforming an otherwise upright, honorable man into a lascivious brute who unfeelingly attacked defenseless girls with his obscenities. There was a flush of righteous indignation on her cheeks, as he calmly tore the kimono away, and raised the nightgown over her head. Why was it that no bolt of lightning come down from heaven to consume this destroyer of womanly sensibilities? And then he led the naked girl to the large bed, where he laid her down and proceeded to feel her all over, starting with the firm breasts and sensitive little nipples, then passing his hands over her belly and thighs before attacking the central charm. Parting her thighs he looked for some time at the vermilion gash peeping through the curly brown hair. Then his fingers played with the plump lips until a shower of juice came forth, and Florence was ready to scream with nervousness. Finally she burst out, "Oh, why don't you go on and do it?"
"My, dear," returned Ricky, willfully misrepresenting her attitude, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were in such a hurry to be fucked."
"Oh, I'd rather you did it than to ... feel me that way."
With leisurely nonchalance, Ricky got between her knees and stretching her thighs wide apart, placed the head of his prick between the well moistened lips, and while she lay perfectly passive, he moved it around within the opening for some moments before he put it in her. Then with careful direction he slowly penetrated the passageway, which was further oiled by involuntary emission from her Bartholin glands, until the staff was well sheathed several inches in her quivering vagina.
It might be asked what pleasure Ricky could get out of fucking an unwilling girl, knowing that it was exceedingly repulsive to her. The answer would be that he could not fail to obtain some sensual pleasure from the clasp of that delicious, sensitive flesh around his cock, in spite of any sympathy he might have for her distress. But further than that there was the idea of mastering her, of compelling her to partake of this lascivious exercise until her sensual faculties were thoroughly awakened, when even against her will her body would vibrate and heave voluptuously under his expert fucking.
Presently the slow, insistent movement drove the head of his prick so deep in her cunt that his testicles rested on her buttocks, and his hair mingled with her brown curls as he lay flat on her. Oh, God ... what a terrible fate to have this monster sprawling over her naked body and pushing to the very quick that ugly, hot shaft in her flesh. It was so large that it stretched the tender tissues, and then he deliberately held his breath and made it swell still larger in her cunt, forcing an involuntary cry of pain from her.
With the calculation of a refined voluptuary, he then began a very slow, short-motioned rhythm. Florence could feel the firm, yet soft-skinned head moving back and forth, and then the tightly bunched balls as they left and then pressed again on the cheeks of her buttocks. Thank God that stretching sensation was eased, and she felt no actual pain, but in its absence there came a warm feeling in the tissues of her sheath, and a wave of shame as she felt a flow of thin, lubricating fluid seeping out. Angrily she set her teeth and gave no outward sign of this agitation, but as the moments slipped by, he continued the slow, maddening strokes and again the juices began flowing. She trembled under the weight of his body.
Just as she was about to cry out for him to please finish, his strokes lengthened and his hands dug under her back as he held her tightly to his belly. Feverish thoughts raced hither and yon ... how repulsive it was to have so much naked flesh pressed against her own nudity, and then that horribly insinuating motion as his prick advanced and retreated in her sheath ... it would be easier for her if he slipped it in hard. The strokes came faster, Ricky was breathing harder, then still faster until soon she felt the head of his prick throb against her womb, and the warm splash of his sperm as he held it well up in the sheath, ending the fuck with a series of very short thrusts.
Florence had a troubled, agitated feeling, an anguished sensation of poignant longing, a vague something that she could not define. She heaved a sigh ... at last it was over ... presently he would pull out of her that slimy piece of flesh and let her go back to her room. He still lay heavily on her, however, as his breathing was restored to normal. As time went on, she wondered how long he would maintain that position, for she could feel a gradual shrinkage of his penis within her. She timidly spoke.
"Ricky, aren't you ... haven't you finished?"
"Yes, I suppose so. That was a very nice fuck and I wish that you had enjoyed it as much as I did. Didn't you like it at all?"
"Oh, Ricky," she wailed, "do I have to like it? How could I when you treat me this way?"
At this her nerves gave way and she burst into a storm of sobs. That brute, even to suggest that she might enjoy to the smallest degree this loathsome embrace. And what added to her anguish ... the slimy prick, with little, jerky motions was rising again in her cunt, a rather natural result, for her bod was shaken with sobs, rocking the staff back and forth in her cunt. Piling insult on injury, Ricky patted her shoulder soothingly and at the same time resumed the fucking motion. Oh ... the heartless brute ... her brain was seething with impotent wrath, but insensibly her sobs lessened in force as his prick with long, slow movement was repeatedly buried to the hilt in her flesh.
On and on he screwed her. The sobs died away, and again came that traitorous warmth and a tickling sensation that evidenced another emission. She was in the depths of despair ... how could she control her twitching nerves any longer ... she felt weak and spent as the piston-like drives continued, now the least bit faster. Then she felt sick at her stomach ... it seemed as if a wave of blood flooded her brain, her thighs pressed hard against his legs and, with a tremendous effort of the will, she held her trembling body in the same position while in her twitching cunt there was a leaking of amorous juices.
Ricky, with his wide experience, could hardly fail to recognize the symptoms, and as she burst into a renewed stormy sobbing, he drove his prick deep in the agitated flesh and poured out his load of sperm, and then lay quietly on her heaving belly. He was considerate enough, not to voice his triumphant thoughts, for well he knew that she had had an orgasm, even though it was a small one. And with Florence, who was sobbing forlornly, there was the despairing knowledge that this monster in human form had forced her to the final defeat in making her come. In a few moments he gently disengaged his prick from the overflowing sheath and rose from her belly, watching as she sobbed out her woe.
Ricky smiled to himself as he thought of how lugubrious, and yet how pleasant to him, had been this fucking, and he wondered cynically how much of her distress was real and how much was put on for the occasion. Naturally, in the course of his pursuit of women and sensual pleasure, his sensibilities had become somewhat blunted, and he could hardly believe that all this distress was genuine, although he had absolute proof that she had been brought to him a virgin, untouched by man, or even by herself. In a few minutes she regained control of her faculties, and at his suggestion went to the bathroom and washed thoroughly the whole tract between her thighs. Returning from the bathroom, she would have put on the nightgown and kimono, but he held them away from her grasp.
"Oh, Ricky," she cried, "surely you have ... have done enough for one night?"
"Maybe," said he cryptically, "but anyway, let's have a glass of wine and talk for a few minutes."
Having submitted so far, Florence realized the foolishness of rebellion now. Although having become somewhat used to nudity in company with Ricky, she was still rather bashful, and at every opportunity held her hand over her crotch. A glass of wine, however, set her slightly more at ease, and she could not help but admire the way Ricky carried off the situation, for he could be very charming when he chose. The wine magically restored her to a normal state, after the exhausted strain of emotions and physical sensations during the enforced copulation. Ricky offered another glass ... she hesitated, but seeing he was about to take a second glass in any case, she consented.
As Florence was in the habit of refusing wine except on rare occasions, the effect of it was quite strong. As the liquid fire coursed through her arteries, she had a delightful sense of well-being, and all the troubles that had fallen upon her seemed to shrink into insignificance. Why should she worry about being screwed in this shameful way by Ricky, or about the other three girls ? Fate had decreed that they should fall into his merciless hands, and she had struggled against it with all her might, but it was no use. There was nothing to do but float with the tide. Then her brain ceased to function clearly as, added to the stimulation of the wine, Ricky had laid her back on the bed, and with voluptuous zeal was running his lips over her naked form.
With an effort she tried to summon a loathing for these caresses as she had experienced formerly, but in vain. How insidiously they roused in her a longing for something that was not only vile, but low and common. How could she, who had held her head so high, and had thought she was above such common things, feel a distinct desire for them? But these thoughts were lost in a confusion of senses as Ricky's hand once again took possession of the hairy nook between her thighs, and a languid, don't-care feeling caused her to spread her legs and give him ready access to it. Several small showers wet his exploring finger before he got between her knees and bent the turgid head of his prick toward her sweet, fairly open cunt.
With his usual care and consideration, Ricky introduced the knob in the slightly inflamed lips, and with steady, slow pressure sent it in the passage a couple of inches, and then lay flat on her deliciously soft body. After a few minutes, he resumed the steady pressure until the clasping cunt was crammed full of warm, throbbing prick. Through the confusion of her mind came the thought ... this was not so bad after all. True, there was a gorged, suffocated sensation, but not having that hateful gag in her mouth, she was able to breathe freely. How very warm was that large prong wedged so tightly in her flesh.
Then Ricky began a slow, insinuating motion, with each drive increasing the length and power of his thrust. Presently it came to Florence that her abdomen was heaving in unison with these pokes, and she tried to hold still. But the urge was powerful and, falling back on the thoughts that nothing mattered now, that she was bound to be fucked a certain number of times by Ricky in any case, she gave way to the longing to heave her body. By this time he had arrived at the long, cunt-searching strokes that stir the vitals of the fair recipient. How delightful was the clinging clasp of her tight, warm flesh around his moving rod. Enjoying to the full this delicious contact, Ricky held back the juice that was rising to the surface.
And now, almost without volition, Florence's arms stole over his back, a rosy mist clouded her brain, and in almost an agony of thrilling voluptuousness, she arched her back, driving her cunt as far up as possible on his prick, and with intense, wriggling motions, spattered his penis with her love juice. The convulsive, milking suction of her cunt immediately started Ricky's seed to spouting, and the two bodies writhed in unison for a few moments, and then exhaustedly relaxed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
At breakfast Monday morning, somewhat later than usual, the household was gathered. Ricky announced that he was off for another trip, lasting several days or a week, but would leave Jan to perform the duties of host.
"My dear girls, you must get Jan to tell you of his experiences. This is very near the country of the Thousand and One Nights, and his story somewhat resembles those. I am sure it will amuse you and help pass the time. Another thing that you might meditate upon is the peculiar sequence of your first names. I happened to discover this in making a record in my diary, and I will leave the key to the enigma with Florence as I leave. The servants are instructed to do everything possible for your comfort, except to let you escape my hospitality."
Florence was pale and drawn looking, shamefully conscious that all the company knew she had been soundly fucked by Ricky the preceding night. Now she would have at least a few days free from the dread embraces, and yet there was an uncomfortable feeling of vague regret that he was going. Aghast at this development, Florence assumed a severe manner, but Ricky merely smiled. As they dispersed, Kyle had sidled up to Ricky and took his arm. Florence knowing that as yet Kyle had escaped the fate of the others, except that the first night Ricky had pierced her maidenhead while she was unconscious, sharply bade Kyle to come to her. Ricky nodded maliciously at Florence and said, "My dear, I shall reserve that pleasure until my return."
As he was leaving, he handed Florence a slip of paper, saying to all the girls, "Be sure to have Florence open this in your presence."
As soon as he was gone, Jan tactfully withdrew, and the girls all filed into the library. The slip was spread out on the table. This is what the girls read:
F U C K
L R A Y
O S R L
R U M
E
E L E
N A N
C
E
There were a few moments of dead silence, and then a cry from Florence rang out:
"Oh Almighty God ... that's why Mama changed our names!" and she burst into tears.
Ursula sympathetically hugged her while Carmen asked excitedly what she meant. At first Florence would make no reply, but after a while she became calm, and explained, "I don't suppose it can make any difference now. Until after Carmen was born, Mama called me Jenny and Ursula was Betty. I remember I was very much puzzled by the change, and it was a long time before I could get accustomed to my own name or Ursula's. Of course you can see what this means ... that Mama was not a good woman, but she was certainly good to her children. I know you all loved her and I simply adored her. You see she died when I was twelve and I saw many things that were very curious and made me strongly suspect that she was not virtuous. But after her death I tried in every way to strangle those suspicions, and put them out of my mind. But the instant I saw that paper, I realized that Mama must have named us that way purposely."
There was much comment from the other girls, and then Carmen raised the important question. With a wry smile she said, "Well, girls, if Mama expressed her sentiments in naming us, it looks as if some of us can't be exactly sure of the ... the identity of our male parent."
"So far as I'm concerned," said Kyle, "it doesn't matter very much. Pa may have been a very good man, but he certainly didn't waste much time on us. I think it is rather exciting not to know who your father is. By the way, I wonder if Pa ever knew about Mama's indiscretions."
Florence was annoyed with this flippant view. "Kyle, how can you say such things? Why, it's terrible to think we had an ... an immoral mother."
Kyle burst out laughing, as did Carmen, at this anti-climax, and the latter said, "I'll say she was immoral. But after all she hadn't much on us ... you and Ursula and I have fucked outside the bonds of matrimony. Kyle too, although she didn't get any pleasure out of it."
Again Florence burst into tears. Up to those dreadful experiences, from the time she had taken charge of the family at twelve years of age, Florence had but rarely cried, and was not the weepy kind of girl. But after a harrowing night of being fucked three times by Ricky, and being compelled to respond to it, she was quite unstrung. And then on top of that, this confirmation of her suspicions about her mother. As usual it was Ursula who comforted her, and presently Florence was more composed. Of the four girls, Florence and Carmen were the dominant personalities, while Ursula and Kyle were more easily led. But Florence could feel the control slipping from her, and now this latest development knocked the props from under her.
While Carmen and Kyle went out to the garden with Jan, Ursula stayed in the library and Florence retired to her room, to bitter reflections. Was she, herself, the daughter of Mr. Jones? And if not, were the other three the product of licentious passion? Possibly only Kyle, for it was after Carmen's birth that hers and Ursula's names were changed. After all, this speculation was absolutely futile, for she had so little to go on, aside from the damning fact of the strange method of naming them. They knew but little of their mother's family and that of their reputed father. It was their mother's sister, an older one, to whom they were eventually bound. Did this aunt know all the facts in their mother's life?
From the floor below came sounds of dance music, and presently Florence descended to find Jan teaching Kyle, Carmen and Ursula some of the latest steps. She felt very lonesome in the midst of their gaiety, for she would not join in the dancing, and it seemed as if her sisters had forgotten all about the revelation of the stain on their family. Miserably conscious that no longer did the girls look up to her as their leader, she refrained from making any objection when the girls insistently urged Jan to relate the story of his experiences, to which Ricky had referred. When Jan protested that it was rather too intimate for their ears, Carmen bluntly replied, "That's perfect nonsense. Ricky gave us all the spicy details of his love life, and of course you know perfectly well what he has done to us."
"We're not children," chimed in Kyle, "and we know the facts of life."
Florence had left the room and, when Ursula added her plea, Jan consented. As breakfast had been late, luncheon also was delayed, and it was late in the afternoon when they gathered on a cool, vine-covered porch while Jan told his story. With a rather embarrassed manner, he apologized.
"Please don't think that I tell everyone about myself, and in what I tell you that I am trying to brag. Cousin Ricky heard about the things that happened from someone else. As you probably won't meet any of the people involved, and if you did you wouldn't recognize them, I don't feel that I am betraying confidences.
"My mother died when I was eight, and since that time I have spent the greater part of each year in boarding schools. I suppose that in the boys' schools that I attended there was the usual amount of curiosity about sex affairs, and I often heard of peculiar things the boys did with each other, but I was so interested in athletics that I paid almost no attention to such things. I seldom saw my father and spent my vacations in an older brother's house usually, sometimes at my older sister's.
"When I was seventeen, however, I became acutely conscious of the difference between the sexes, and during that summer vacation had my first sex experiences. My sister-in-law had a sister living with her about a year older than I, very popular with the boys, receiving a lot of attention. We had played a good deal together the year before, but this year she took to teasing me whenever we were alone. While I knew, as Kyle says, the facts of life, I was quite ignorant of the details. But Elspeth certainly knew plenty about such things and never missed an opportunity to devil the life out of me. She was so diabolically clever about it that neither my brother nor my sister-in-law knew anything about the matter.
"If anyone else was present, Elspeth was exactly what any sister would be, but just let us be alone and she would go to any lengths to arouse me. For instance, if during the preceding year she had pulled up her skirt to fix her garter, I wouldn't have thought anything about it, other than to wonder how much muscle she had in her thighs. But now she often practiced this on me, in the most suggestive way, which together with the allusions she made, drove me wild with desire.
"There was a chambermaid, I suppose about thirty years old, rather plump and attractive, about whom Elspeth loved to tease me. I had felt not the slightest attraction for her, but to hear Elspeth talk you would have thought that the maid and I were madly in love. When I came down in the morning she would ask if Hilda and I had slept well, and if I looked the slightest bit tired, would smile knowingly and tell me I should be more careful of myself and show more consideration for Hilda's health. After a while she began talking about babies ... was I fond of them, did I like them blue-eyed or brown-eyed, did I prefer a boy or a girl, when would the baby be born ... and a lot more in that vein.
"In addition to this, she never failed to make me fully aware of her sex, when we were alone, rubbing against me and patting my leg or resting a hand on my thighs, while saying the most suggestive things. And then she got hold of Hilda and began saying things about me, that I was very much smitten with her, and so forth. Naturally her teasing had made me very self-conscious when Hilda was around, and that served to bear out the insinuations Elspeth made to Hilda. Elspeth told me sometime afterwards that she had suggested to Hilda that I would be willing to pay her at least fifty crowns if she would screw me.
"Of course I noticed how peculiarly Hilda behaved toward me, and could readily see that Elspeth had been deviling her the way she had me. One morning, long before the usual rising time, Hilda came in my room and waked me. Half asleep, I rather shortly asked her what she wanted. With a good deal of stammering talk, she said that unless her brother could pay fifty crowns of his rent, he would be put out of his house. The inference was plain, for she did not even ask it as a loan. I knew perfectly well that Elspeth had put her up to it, but by this time I was crazy with desire. With an oath I sprang out of bed and got my pocket book. I had nothing but two ten crown notes and one for a hundred. I thrust it all in her hands and savagely pushed her back on the bed. When I pulled up her skirt she was naked underneath and there was her pretty pink pussy, framed in a thick bush of flaxen hair.
"My prick was hard, as it usually is in the mornings, and without any preliminaries I spread her legs, got it into her gaping cunt, and the affair was over in about thirty seconds. Swearing like a trooper at the bewildered Hilda, I pushed her out of the room. Dressing hurriedly, I got out a car and went for a long drive, not getting back until dinnertime. My brother and his wife were quite anxious about me and I made up a cock-and-bull story of going to meet one of my school chums, but Elspeth gave me a very wicked smile.
"The first sex experience had a peculiar effect on me. I was disgusted, yet wanted more of it, and particularly was I disgusted with Hilda, who never could understand my attitude toward her. I was also furious with Elspeth and avoided her steadily. It was nearly two weeks before I was alone with her again. By that time I had gotten over my peevishness, however.
"Later in the summer I had another experience with a peasant girl, a few years older than myself, and while it was not quite as bad as the first one, I was certainly out of humor with that sort of thing. In the fall I resumed my school life and, late in May, having an invitation to spend the vacation at my uncle's, a brother of my dead mother, I went there."
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Jan had been present at the wedding, four years earlier, of his uncle, Count von Lipwitz, then forty-four years old, to a girl precisely half his age. Corona von Lipwitz was very beautiful with heavy auburn hair worn in a loose knot. When Jan arrived she gave him a kind welcome. On her wedding day she had made a lovely bride, but since then she had become even more beautiful, and Jan felt awkward in the presence of her mature charm. Her full breasts and ample buttocks fascinated him. While Corona was accustomed, almost to boredom, with this homage to her beauty, she quickly noted Jan's straight, athletic figure and evident marks of breeding, and became interested.
Corona was a moderately ambitious woman who would never use her advantages to the full, being too self-indulgent. She wanted things to come to her without exerting any effort to gain them. True, she had married brilliantly, for Count von Lipwitz was of the highest social order, and during the post-war conditions had not only remained wealthy, but by the exercise of political influence, was made even wealthier. Corona's family had been ruined by those conditions, and now her husband was supporting a horde of her relatives. He was very much in love with her, permitting her to do anything, even when she refused to have a baby, although he was very anxious to have an heir. She repaid his kind indulgence with the basest ingratitude.
Vienna had regained much of its former social gaiety, and at this time the season was about to close with a number of brilliant affairs. Corona was too busy to give much attention to Jan, who spent most of his time at a country club and in the theatres, but two weeks after his coming they moved to one of Count von Lipwitz's country estates, about forty miles from Vienna. And now she seemed to realize that Jan was alive. He was installed in a room next to hers, which was a very large square one, with private bath at the back, and right next to that a maid's room.
And then Jan was very happy, for he was constantly in her society, on long rides, or just sitting with her, amusing her with his boyishly enthusiastic talk. When he confessed that he was lax in saying his prayers at night, she smilingly insisted that just before going to bed, he must say them in her presence. By this time they were on quite intimate terms, and often he was called to her room when she was but scantily clothed ... not through any intention on her part, she just didn't care if he saw her that way. Annette, the maid, however, smiled wickedly at Jan's confusion and blushes, and Corona, too, was mildly amused.
Although he was adoringly in love with her, at first she gave Jan but little sensual reaction, for it was long before the idea even dawned on him of any closer intimacy than kissing, and how he treasured those mild, brief caresses, for now she kissed him every morning and night. After she saw his confusion, Corona began perversely exposing more of her beautiful body. She had somewhat the same spirit as Elspeth, although she was too lazy to push the teasing to any length. And it was in this spirit of mischief that she made him say his prayers to her.
When he knocked, she was in her underwear, over which was a thin silk dressing gown. Seated in a chair, she smilingly insisted on his kneeling with his head in her lap. As he mumbled the prayers, his nostrils were assailed with the fresh, sweet odor of her body. He felt the rising of warm desire, but did not quite connect it with those hot, brutish outpourings with Hilda and the peasant girl. In this case, he merely wanted a closer contact.
Even in the country, however, there were dinners and teas to be attended, although on a much smaller scale than in Vienna, and the second night Corona didn't come in until nearly two o'clock. As usual, Annette undressed her, and applied all the various skin lotions, for Corona was very careful to preserve the fresh beauty of her complexion. As yet, Corona did not need a face pack very often, so that when she met Jan in his room and waked him from a sound sleep, he was amazed afresh at her beauty and felt the subtle allure of her perfumed body. Everything was still, and thus in the darkest hour of the night it seemed as if they were completely alone.
As he perfunctorily muttered his prayers with his face buried in her lap, he dreamily felt as if he were in heaven, for he could feel on his cheeks the soft flesh of her beautiful thighs. He knew they were well shaped, for several times he had gotten glimpses of them when she was dressing. What a delight it would be to kiss the smooth white surfaces of those columns! As long as possible, he kept his face buried in her lap, and then he took her bare, tapering arm and kissed it a dozen times or more.
While Corona was somewhat lazy and self-indulgent, she was also a full-blooded, passionate woman. She had been hotly pursued by many young men and skillfully stalked by some of the older ones. Actually there were only two men who had won her favors; first her husband and then, two years ago, the premier of Austria had prevailed over her pretended scruples. The premier was even older than her husband, but was a past master in the arts of love. It must be remembered that when Corona was younger and very poor, she could not afford to have an affair with a young lover and had resolutely steeled herself against them. And now, probably once a month, her husband sought her bed, and she would meet with Prince Ernst von Esterhazy at intervals of six weeks or two months.
With her husband, Corona made little pretense of any gratification in the conjugal embrace, but with Prince Esterhazy she had at first been genuinely stirred by his artful tricks. Latterly, however, she had simulated more passion than she really felt, for he was a powerful friend to have. True, she was well established by her marriage, but raised in want sometimes of even the necessities of life, she was anxious to make assurance doubly sure by having this powerful friend in reserve. Although she had coyly refused, the Prince had insisted on her receiving some very valuable jewelry from him, and in a bank deposit box were now reposing trinkets which would easily bring three hundred thousand gold marks, or about $75,000.
Jan's boyish admiration was very pleasing to Corona. It was such a tribute to her vanity, and he made no demands upon her, just asking the privilege of worshipping at her shrine. But as he kissed her bare arms, she was a little stirred, and when he stood up she drew him close to her breast and gave him a long, full-mouthed kiss, letting her pointed tongue press lightly against his lips. Although he hardly realized it, his penis rose throb-bingly in his pajamas, and Corona smiled mistily, for she knew his passions were stirred, feeling his lips grow hot and his prick press against her leg. And more certainly, when he abruptly tore from her embrace and ran to his room.
As he jumped into bed, he was thoroughly ashamed that the thought should have come to his mind of a vulgar contact with that beautiful body, and he shivered again as he recalled the picture of those two lovely legs. There was a hot wave of jealousy over the idea that von Lipwitz made free of all those charms. But what was the use of feeling that way ... he was nothing but a young boy in her eyes, and von Lipwitz was her husband.
At the same time Corona was thinking of Jan. He was such a sweet boy, and with complacent vanity she did not underestimate his adoration. It gave her a warm sensation to feel that she was the object of so much admiration. She liked having his face pressing down in her lap, and it was nice to feel those passionate kisses on her bare arm. She must arrange to give him more scope for those caresses.
Jan's room was really a part of Corona's suite. The door leading to the short hallway was left open, as was the door to her bedroom, and at that end of her room there was a large pier glass. The next morning Corona lay yawning in her bed and Annette was downstairs fixing breakfast. She heard Jan moving in his room and it suddenly occurred to her that if Jan was watching that glass he could see anything she did before it. like most beautiful women, she was not averse to allowing discreet glimpses of the perfections of her form, and with the first thud of her bare feet on the floor, the sounds from Jan's room ceased. In the dark corner of her room, Corona was able to see the reflection through the hall and into his room, and she smiled as she noted his tense figure.
Before the faithfully reflecting mirror she stood in the filmy gown, and with eager intensity Jan admired the beautiful sight, for the gown was no more than a nimbus about her white body. And then slowly she pushed down the front of her gown and powdered her big, rounded breasts with their strawberry nipples. At the lower belly Jan's straining eyes could discern a dark red growth of pubic hair. It would desecrate his idol, but what ineffable delight to caress that thick patch of hair with lips and fingertips. Her gown was now held up by the wide hips, just showing the beginnings of the crack between her buttocks. As he was admiring her lovely back, the door opened, and Annette came in with Madame's breakfast. At once Corona retreated to the bed, and Jan hurriedly went to the far end of his room.
It was a long day for Jan, as Corona went to Vienna in the afternoon, returning only after midnight. He was undressed and in pajamas when she came through the hall, and with fast-beating heart he replied to her gay salutation. She softly told him to come and say his prayers in about ten minutes. When Annette sleepily attempted to undress her, Corona bade her go right back to bed, and she would manage. A few minutes later she appeared at his doorway.
"I let Annette go to sleep, and now I can't get out of this dress without help. Would you mind helping me?"
She smiled at his impetuosity as he dashed to her aid. With awkward, fumbling fingers he undid the various fastenings she indicated, and then he blushed to his ears as her dress fell to her feet. According to the prevailing fashion, Corona's under things were almost negligible; a thin silk brassiere supported her beautiful firm breasts, panties extended only a few inches on her thighs, then showed a liberal expanse of bare thigh to the tops of sheer black stockings. It was indeed a startling, seductive picture, and Jan's agitation was so intense that he could barely stand. At other times he had obtained farther glimpses of her in almost this state of undress, but Annette had been present and he had been constrained to give no more than a few glances.
Now, with apparent unconcern, she moved to the other side of the bed, and his burning gaze was fastened on her dimpled back and swelling buttocks just covered by the brief panties. With a little laugh, she bade him turn his back while she got into her nightgown. In a couple of minutes, she called, "You can turn around. I'm decent now."
She gave rather wide latitude to that word, and some prudes would have been horrified by her appearance, but Jan noted with suffocated delight that it was the same filmy gown she had worn that morning. She sat at a dressing table and with upraised arms fixed her hair for the night. Peering in the glass Jan saw the jutting nipples of her breasts gleaming through the thin cloth. When she had finished, she got up and facing him stood motionless, smiling at his adoring look.
"Oh, Corona, you are so beautiful," he blurted.
"That's very nice of you to say, but you mustn't flatter me," said she, with the false modesty of a thoroughly vain woman.
Seated in an easy chair, while he knelt before her, she commanded him to begin. As he buried his face in those fragrant thighs, his brain was in a tumultuous whirl, for as he pressed forward his forehead was against the tender moss of her abdomen, and her musky odor was heavy in his nostrils. His prayers finished, he remained in the same position, as his face pressed harder than ever. With nose only an inch or two below her crevice, his lips amorously caressed the inner surface of her thighs through the cloth. She was filled with a dreamy langor, making no attempt to check his warm adoration of her body. He was a sweet boy, she liked this homage to her charms, and it gave him lots of pleasure. Where was the harm in it? He was easily controlled so that she could always keep him from going to extremes. At her gesture, and with a long sigh he raised his flushed face from her lap and said, "Oh, Corona, I love you so," and hiding his face on her knees with arms under her legs, he convulsively pressed them.
"I love you, too, Jan, dear," she murmured and pressed a kiss on his bowed head.
Then he slid back on his haunches and, raising her slim, arched foot, reverently kissed it. His lips rose to the ankle, and as she did not protest, kissed the soft skin of her swelling calf. She laughed lightly. "My dear, why do you want to kiss me there?"
He paused, and with burning eyes gazed into her dark, liquid ones. "Because every particle of you is beautiful. I'd ... I'd like to kiss you all over, all night long."
Corona, even, had become slightly confused, and felt an impelling urge to go further in this affair, but checking the impulse she said lightly, "Well, don't kiss me all night right now, as I am sleepy," and pushing him aside, she rose from the chair, pulling him up also.
And then their lips met, and with an arm across his back, she drew him close to her warm body, clad only in the misty silk nightgown. Convulsively his hands went around her form, pressing the prominent buttocks, and suddenly against her belly she felt the impact of a bulging object. He gave a despairing push, and hurriedly tore away from her restraining arms. Although she was quite certain of what happened she looked carefully at the front of her gown. Sure enough there was a small wet spot, and she smiled at this contretemps. Poor boy ... he certainly was wound up. But Corona herself was somewhat shaken, for that firm shaft indenting her belly had made a mental impression as well as a physical one.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Jan, in spite of his shame and excited thoughts, was soon in bed. His prick stretched stiffly up on his belly, and he thought about the despairing push when that article had spewed its load in his pajamas. What must Corona think of the incident, and how could he ever convey to her his abject apologies? But presently his misery was abated, for she appeared at the doorway, and at once he began mumbling his regrets.
"Never mind all that, Jan, dear," said she, smiling at him from the door, "it's perfectly all right ... it was an accident and you couldn't help it. You mustn't feel so humiliated ... it's only natural for a healthy young man to ... to get relief. I know that quite often that relief must have come to you in your sleep."
Yes, Jan certainly knew that too, for several times in a month he would find his pajamas spattered with a liberal emission. Then she flitted back to her room and slipped off her nightgown to bathe. Once again she gave Jan some beautiful views of her body in the glass, now without the slightest covering. He hungrily eyed that full growth of hair adorning her mons veneris, and longed to twine his fingers in it, to disclose that charming nether mouth so well hidden by her swelling thighs, and to press his lips reverently on that hairy spot. But she vanished into the bathroom and did not reappear until after he was sound asleep.
All morning he was happy in being with her, although there was nothing in their companionship of exciting nature, in the afternoon and until long after dinner. How he rejoiced when he heard Corona dismiss the maid. He did not wait, but eagerly offered to undress her. Laughingly she agreed and soon the dress was unhooked and taken off. With enthusiastic sincerity he kissed the lovely, smooth skin of her shoulders and arms. Then, when she protested that she must put on her nightgown, he begged her to wait until he had said his prayers, and when she graciously consented, knelt and pressed his face against the bare flesh of her thighs, between the stocking tops and where the panties commenced.
Jan tried to control his agitation over being in such delicious contact with that creamy, satin skin to say his prayers. For some moments he was in silent enjoyment of it all, before the words would come. He would mumble a few words, and then his lips would wander over the soft flesh, each time burrowing further toward that alluring center portion. Presently he arrived at the edges of the panties, and still she did not protest. The odor of her cunt was now evident and, although he did not know exactly what it was, it excited him so much that his penis was rigid with desire and his testicles ached terribly, but not for anything would he have forgone any of this delicious experience.
Corona was not unmoved by this warm tribute to her charms. Her elderly lover was prodigal of caresses in the endeavor to arouse her passions, and of late she had made the pretense of responding to them, but somehow these hot kisses on her bare thighs were infinitely more stimulating to her emotions. They engendered a certain weakness, so that far from discouraging his caresses, her thighs slightly relaxed, and his eager forward motion brought his nose and mouth almost to the precise spot where the panties covered the sexual charm. As his nose pressed against the upper end of the crevice, she felt a slight emission of her thin juice. With a sudden motion she displaced his head and rose from the chair. Inexperienced as he was, Jan sensed a yielding in her, and cried, "Oh, dearest, please let me kiss you ... there ... oh, please?"
"No," said she decidedly, "it isn't right. You must be good." When he meekly acquiesced, she continued, "Now turn around while I get in my nightgown."
As she was doing this, she thought rather complacently ... after all there's no harm in having a little fun with this boy, it gives him a lot of pleasure and he is so easy to manage that he won't go to any great lengths. So, when he claimed he had not finished his prayers, she again sat with his head in her lap, but did not let it get quite so far up toward her cunt. And then, the prayers concluded, he began at her feet and caressed her bare legs with his lips up to her knees. When he mutely asked permission to go above the knees she slowly shook her head, but the negation was quite undecided, for somehow she rather wanted again to feel his lips going up her thighs.
Edging up the gown little by little and following with his face pressed against the smooth, white flesh, he kept on until her thighs were half uncovered. There were now no panties in the way. His excitement mounted as he thought that only a few inches away was that lovely crotch, with its delicious treasures. Oh, if only she would not push him away before his face reached at least that silky hair over the precious spot. Feverishly his lips mumbled the fragrant skin, and then came a nervous lunge of his chin, and his mouth brushed by wisps of the hair that surrounded her crevice, and his nose was buried in the heavier bush above.
Expecting the push that would banish him from this haven of delight, his hands sank into the cheeks of her buttocks as he convulsively pressed forward. The push came, but did not prevent the impact of his mouth on a pair of tender, vibrating lips that bedewed his mouth with their moisture. Triumphant in the accomplishment of his aim, he yielded to her pushing hands, and as he raised his flushed face she said, "Jan ... my dear ... what are you doing ? You mustn't ... you mustn't," after it was all over.
Her beautiful breasts, with nipples fully erect, were rising and falling with her hurried breathing. Her face, too, wore a becoming flush, and her green eyes were wells of liquid darkness. Her foot was on his thigh as he squeezed against her legs. There was a convulsive pressure, his flushed face contorted, and then his burning passions were abated by a flood of sperm in the pants of his pajamas. Jan languidly sank back, the fire in his eyes dimmed, and Corona, realizing of course what had happened, waited a minute or two, then quietly got up.
"I'm so sorry," mumbled Jan as he rose upright on his knees.
"Never mind, my dear, it's all right," and bending over, she kissed him very gently on the cheek.
As she bent, however, the neck of her gown descended and Jan could plainly see those heavy, sweetly rounded breasts.
"They are so ... so beautiful," he murmured, and when he rose to his feet she was startled to observe that his penis was bulging out the splotchy wet spot on his pajamas.
My God, thought she ... how marvelous for that thing to have regained its erection in just those few minutes. However, quickly noting her glance down there, with shamed mien he turned away.
"Dearest," said he, "aren't you going to give me my goodnight kiss?"
She smiled slightly. "No, not right now anyway. Don't you think you had better go to your room now? Maybe later."
In a tumult of satisfaction over his wonderful achievement, he went, taking off the pants of his pajamas and washing the soiled surfaces that had received the discharge. Corona, after he had left, sat on the edge of the bed. Her nerves tingled as she thought of the sensations caused by the proximity of his face with her feminine charms. He was such a sweet, impulsive, adoring boy. In all probability his father had never told him anything about sex life ... it would be pure charity for her to enlighten him. He had stirred her by that kiss pressed right on the lips of her cunt.
Dreamily she raised her gown and, widening the stretch of her thighs, ran a forefinger delicately along the moist gash. Of course, with his youthful impetuosity he could never induce in her the delightful, amorous spasm such as she had experienced first with her husband and later with her lover, but nevertheless it would be far from unpleasant to have his warm penis inside her.
Then she laughed to herself ... this was pure folly ... a woman of her age and position, her husband the head of a great family ... her lover the premier of Austria ... to be thinking of an intrigue with a mere boy, and a nephew of her husband's. Corona was a woman of peculiar psychology ... indolent and selfish, but with a strong attraction for the bizarre. Although she was hardly aware of it, the fact that he was a nephew of her husband's influenced her in her subsequent behavior.
Turning out all lights but the bed lamp, Corona softly stole to Jan's room. He was lying on the bed cover, and when he heard the tread of her bare feet he jumped up excitedly.
"No," said she softly, "get back on the bed ... I want to talk to you a few minutes if you are not sleepy."
He was not ... although the tone of her voice suggested that he was in for a lecture, but what of that ... no one could take away the memory of that thrilling kiss, and no matter what she said there was the joy of having her near him. As he lay back on the pillow, she sat on the edge of the bed. In the black darkness, the fragrant odor of her body was wafted to him, and he was conscious that his prick was slowly swelling, unhampered by any pajama pants, although he wore the coat. If the light were suddenly turned on, there would be his erect instrument staring her in the face. She began slowly.
"Did your father ever give you any instruction to sex?"
"No-o."
"Well ... I think someone ought to tell you something about it."
"Oh, Corona, won't you do it?"
"Yes ... I suppose I ought to. Of course you know what the organs of generation are, but do you know what copulation is?"
No ... he knew nothing about it.
"Copulation is the term for ... for the union of the sexes ... when the man's organ is placed in the woman's receptacle, which is called vagina ... the Latin name for sheath..." Corona was fully aware that Jan must have known all this for several years, but she felt a strange pleasure in rehearsing these facts. "And then when the liquid seed from the man's organ escapes in the vagina, a baby is sometimes the result ... not always, of course."
As she said this, Jan gently pulled at her until she was lying beside him on the narrow bed. She murmured that it was very wrong but did not resist, nevertheless. He thrilled at the contact of his knee on her bare one, and his right hand came over and pressed on her thighs through the cloth of the gown. His grasp was intensified as he haltingly murmured, "What is the vagina ... I'd like to know more about it?"
"It's just what I said ... a sheath ... for the penis."
"I know ... but that's not saying very much about it."
"Well ... it's a sort of slit. The sides are rather elastic so that it opens up when the penis is put in it."
His hand was stealing under the edge of the gown up along her thighs, and he huskily asked, "But ... couldn't I...? "
Of course she knew very well what he wanted. She was silent while his hand moved steadily onward until his fingers touched the moist flesh. Eagerly did he feel that hairy opening, and her thighs gradually relaxed so that he was in full possession. She could feel against her hip the hot impression of his penis and, while he was busy feeling her slit, her hand took possession of his tool. She was surprised to find how well developed it was, and the tender compression of her fingers made him wild with desire. But she was very careful not to provoke the spasm, for now she was firmly determined that the next time the liquor rushed from that tube, it would be received in her sheath.
By this time words were entirely unnecessary, and abruptly Jan's hand was pushed away, Corona's leg edged over his belly, and the swollen crest of his tool was introduced between two warmly moist lips. Almost beside himself with lust, Jan thrust blindly. But then the thought that his penis was actually touching the vagina that nestled between the thighs of his goddess had a steadying effect on him. Although hotter than ever, he felt that he must be careful not to hurt her. Corona, however, moved upon him with such subtle, lascivious motions that very soon his penis throbbingly shot its liquid into the tightly clasping cunt of his now ardent mistress.
Corona, however, was so well wound up that, disregarding the temporary softening of his rod, she moved further over on his body, while her sheath exercised a delicious sucking motion. So stimulating was it that the penis instantly began to swell again. She was fully straddling him, her knees on each side of his hips, and she thrust her cunt down with such force that the rod was driven well up in the moist receptacle. By now, the action was real fucking, certainly on her part, for Jan was somewhat bewildered by this, to him, unusual position, and he responded with rather uncertain pokes. Corona, however, moved up and down with maddening little jerks when his cock was fully encased and presently her motions became rapid and disorderly. Her mouth was glued to his, and with panting moans she discharged, shaking and pushing her crotch as tight against him as possible.
Jan was only a second or two behind, for as her cunt, with clasping, circular motions gripped his prick, he spouted a flood of semen for the third time that night, while for a few moments Corona continued a rippling motion and then lay heavily on him as her breathing gradually became normal. While he had not done much of the work, it had been delightful ... and so different from those amateurish attacks on Hilda and the peasant girl. Although he was now a little weak and spent from his emotions, there was also a warm glow of satisfaction and an augmented love for this glorious palpitating creature, whose full buttocks were pressed tight in his hands. How wonderful that she had really enjoyed this with him.
He little knew how easy it was for an experienced woman to make a man think she was enjoying it. However, in this case, it was different, for Corona got considerable pleasure out of it, although not as much as later, when Jan became more proficient. As Corona gently disengaged herself from his embrace, she said, "My dear, now you know something about copulation. I thought it would be well to give you the practical experience before telling about it."
This calm expression of intention was not so very agreeable to Jan, who would have preferred to think that she had yielded on account of a loving desire, but then he took heart for the thought came that she would give him some more practical instructions. But soon she left him with a warm goodnight kiss, saying she would tell him more about it at some future time.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Jan, with youthful impatience, fretted and fumed, for it seemed that he could never get a few minutes with his goddess in safe privacy. The morning after those glorious few minutes when his penis had been thrillingly massaged by her warm cunt, Annette seemed constantly in Corona's bedroom, giving him no chance even to converse with her alone. And then, just after dinner, when her husband was out of earshot, Corona warned him to stick closely to his room as the Count would share her bed that night.
Lying on his bed, Jan writhed in the pangs of impotent jealousy, hearing the Count come in the passageway by his door. Then it seemed as if he was there for hours, with straining ears, before the Count tiptoed down the passageway again. It was really only three quarters of an hour, but Jan, exhausted by his emotions, fell asleep in a few minutes. In the morning, Annette was again in Corona's bedroom almost continuously, and Jan cursed her officiousness, almost ready to believe she did it purposely on his account.
But that night Corona came in around one o'clock. As soon as she passed his door, Jan bounced into her room. She smiled at his eager face and bright, questioning eyes, and gaily asked if he was going to take Annette's place in helping her with her clothes. Impetuously, he would almost have torn the clothes from her back had she not restrained him. Several years before, Corona would have had no patience with a lover, young or old, who so plainly showed what he wanted and used so little finesse. Now, however, she merely curbed his impetuosity.
When her dress was removed, and she appeared in the scanty underwear and stockings, Jan impetuously kissed as much of the fragrant, bare flesh as was available ... magnificent shoulders, swelling breasts under the needless brassiere, sweetly rounded belly down to the tops of brief panties ... then avidly his lips caressed the ivory white thighs down to the stocking tops. It was a distinctly pleasant sensation to Corona, and when, kneeling before her, his hands clasping her buttocks, he pressed his face against her crotch through the panties, she felt real desire, but resolutely kept her thighs closed.
However, when he pleaded so earnestly, she let him take off her panties, and lying back on the bed with her legs spread wide, she gave the enamored youth his first good look at her cunt. She murmured something about this being a part of his education in sex matters, but he hardly heard what she said, so engrossed was he in fingering the well raised mounds on either side of the fascinating cleft and smoothing the dark auburn hair that had golden tints. It was a really pretty cunt which would have roused the passions of the most hardened, worn-out rounder. Later, when Jan had become more familiar with cunts, he remembered with peculiar pleasure the seductive formation of that one.
With his eyes fastened on the pouting, pink lips, he pressed fleeting kisses on the satin-white skin of her thighs, and then, unable to withstand the temptation of that inviting slit, he brought his mouth again in full contact with her cunt. There was a strangled cry from Corona, her thighs and lower belly moved convulsively, and almost before his bewildered brain cleared, her body had twisted out of his grasp, but no word of reproof came from her. Quite the contrary, for her outstretched arms pulled him forward, and as in a dream he lay flat on her.
Without a moment's delay she deftly extracted his prick from the pajamas, and placed its bulging head in the tender, wet flesh. Jan gave a strong push forward, and just in time Corona broke the force of it with tense thighs, so that it penetrated hardly three inches, but there the penis swelled to rock-like hardness and throbbingly spurted a stream of hot, thick sperm to the depths of her cunt while, with a sigh of relief, he relaxed, inert, on her belly.
Corona was furious. Not often did she really want a good fuck, and now just when she longed to be thoroughly screwed, this booby had to shoot his load before the fucking had really commenced. Of course, judging by her husband or her lover, no more could be expected from him for some time. Momentarily Corona had forgotten the capacity of this youth for quick repetition, but now she remembered how, two nights before, Jan's prick had recovered its stiffness in a very few minutes when he viewed her lovely breasts. And also, after the second emission, his penis had quickly risen again. Her anger subsided, and under his weight she began a lascivious little twisting movement of her bottom.
Instantly she felt his penis swell in the enfolding flesh, her knees raised a little and her thighs parted still more as he thrust forward. Soon his prick was completely encased by her warm cunt, which rippled entrancingly up and down the stiff rod. Impetuously he quickened the strokes, but as he did so, she suddenly ceased all motion, holding his body firmly in place, and whispered, "Dear, you must learn not to be in too much of a hurry. It is much nicer to go a little slower at first."
Jan's mouth was too parched with desire for him to answer, but immediately he accommodated his thrusts to her motions, and now she took complete charge of the action. And how Corona enjoyed it. She felt she could let herself go, for she had implicit faith in his honor and discretion, and in the blindness of adoration he could not be critical of her. Then, too, being inexperienced (less so, however, than she thought) he would have no comparison to make. Her husband, as well as Prince Esterhazy, would have been astounded could they have seen Corona undulating so voluptuously as she fucked this charming youth.
As now his prick was moving back and forth in her cunt with full penetration, Corona realized that his organ was of nice proportions, almost as large as that of her husband, and fully the size of Prince Esterhazy's! But in addition, it was so stiff and throbbed with such stimulating effect that ere long came a prolonged amorous thrill, her beautiful thighs were clasped over his back as her grinding hips forced his cock to spurt their vital juice, while her charming cunt was filled with a copious flow of her own. Completely oblivious of everything but her blissful enjoyment, Corona moaned, "Oh, darling ... darling Jan ... that was so-o lovely," accompanying the words with a few final wiggles.
Through parched, panting lips, Jan croaked, "I ... I should say it was."
This was rather faint praise, considering the extravagant compliments Corona was accustomed to receive in like circumstances from Prince Ester-hazy and her husband, but she cared little for those effusions at this time. After all, what do a few compliments amount to, when a woman has been well fucked. Of course they are not out of place, and women like them, but how infinitely better it is to have a good fuck without compliments than ordinary fucking with them. But Jan very soon learned to administer the flattery as well as to improve his method of fucking.
In a few minutes Corona went to the bathroom, forbidding Jan to follow her there until she had made her ablutions and inserted a safety tablet in her crevice. And then removing the brassiere and stockings, her big breasts quivering enticingly, she approached him and bade him sponge off his genital parts. He, as well, was nude when their bodies were locked together in a goodnight embrace, and naturally his prick rose with throbbing jerks as it pushed against her round belly. Jan begged to be allowed to place it just once more in her delicious cunt, but Corona smilingly refused, bidding him to be patient and warning him of the evils of over-exertion. With that, Jan was forced to be content and went to bed triumphant in the thought of having fucked such a beauty ... sought after by all the experienced roues of Vienna.
It was nearly eight o'clock in the morning when Jan woke, his prick hard as ever, and immediately his thoughts turned to the lovely scene concluded only a few hours before. He went to the bathroom, urinated and then returned to his room. Although his penis drooped after making water, it soon perked up again under the influence of his thoughts, and finally, naked as he was, he peeped into Corona's room and looked at her beautiful body stark-naked on the bed, her long auburn hair spread out on the pillow, matched by the bushy triangle at her crotch. Stealing to the bedside, he looked at the calm, placid face, her breasts with nipples now soft and large, rising and falling with her even breathing. Her legs were spread a little so he could see her cunt pouting prettily, and the sight was so intriguing that Jan could not resist the temptation to kiss it. Corona stretched and yawned, then with startled voice, "Jan, what are you doing here?"
Then, seeing he was naked, his penis sticking out with bulging head, she smiled and said, "My dear, your costume is rather informal. I wonder just what you came for?"
"Corona, darling ... won't you ... give me another lesson?"
"Dear," said she reproachfully, "don't you remember what I told you last night about the dangers of excess?"
"I know ... but once more won't hurt. Please, darling?"
"No ... no, this is too soon."
"Well ... then can't I help you with your bath?"
Corona laughed merrily at his insistence, and considering the things that had gone before, could see no reason to deny his plea. And Jan thoroughly enjoyed playing lady's maid to the magnificent, nude Corona. As he was zealously drying her body, his lips frequently paid tribute to the many charms displayed, and when on his knees in front of her, he dropped the towel, grasped her big round buttocks and showered kisses on the firm, yet soft flesh. Soon his face was buried in the silken, auburn hair, and he sought to burrow in between the thighs. Protesting, but not wholly forbidding, Corona little by little relaxed until by pushing his body in between her feet, his lips rested right on her cunt. Almost immediately, however, Corona nervously backed away from him, retreating to the bedroom.
Passionately did Jan plead for more of that glorious fucking, and stirred somewhat by his caress of her cunt, Corona did not long resist his pleas. In a moment her naked form was lying on the bed and Jan had mounted between her outstretched legs. Following her strict injunctions, he restrained himself as she inserted the blunt knob in her warm sheath. With artful motions her cunt absorbed his prick until it was fully encased by her damp, throbbing flesh, which meanwhile restrained his tendency to thrust. And then, with mouth glued to his, arms clasping his back and thighs pressing against his thighs, she commenced a slow grinding movement. How delicious was the feel of that velvet, rippling flesh as it clasped his prick, which swelled still harder and throbbed with the intensity of his passion. But Jan was learning to control his desire so as to prolong the pleasure.
What a picture of amorous bliss was now presented. Corona's beautiful body undulating under him, while with each forward thrust the muscles in his buttocks stood out tensely, both of the actors in this drama being perfectly nude. And there came a witness to it. Annette, clad only in underwear, wandered into the room, straightened a few articles on the dressing table and then, hearing a movement from the bed, glanced at it and gave forth a startled gasp. Jan had been perfectly oblivious of her entrance, for his head was in the curve of Corona's left shoulder. He was sturdily pumping away, puzzled because Corona had suddenly ceased all motion, for she had seen Annette come in.
"Pardon ... Madame. I see I am not needed," gasped Annette. At the sound of her voice, Jan wriggled with startled fear, his hair almost standing on end, but Corona speedily allayed his feelings.
"Don't worry, dear. It is only Annette."
It is not often that a young man is caught by a chance visitor in such a position, his naked body bouncing up and down as he fucks a beautiful woman, and Jan was filled with pardonable confusion. It was nice to know that she was safe, but nevertheless terribly embarrassing having another woman staring at his ass while he lay on Corona. It was inevitable that his penis should subside in Corona's cunt, and he was rather irritated ... why didn't she run along, now that she saw she was not wanted. But with droll reluctance, Annette slowly moved toward her room, and Corona, laughing, said, "All right, Annette, if you'll be a good girl, maybe I'll let you stay."
"Oh, thank you, Madame ... I'd like to very much, but perhaps Monsieur Jan would prefer that I go."
Monsieur Jan most emphatically did want her to go, but could hardly object when Corona did not, and therefore he said nothing. Corona, however, merely laughed again, and said mischievously, "He won't mind, if when we get through, you wash his prick."
Annette smilingly nodded assent. While Corona was speaking, however, her hips commenced to undulate, and around his softened prick Jan could feel the stimulating friction of her flesh. As a blooded horse responds to the spur, so did his penis immediately swell with throbbing jerks until its bloated crest touched her womb. As may have been mentioned before, Corona had never, prior to this affair with Jan, really let herself go in fucking, but now she settled back and raised her legs over his buttocks, giving his prick full and free play in her cunt. Her supple body curved as she forced her abdomen up to meet his thrusts, and they really fucked.
Annette seated herself on the edge of the bed and with intense interest followed the lascivious drama, watching the steady rise and fall of Jan's ass as he lustily drove his prick back and forth in Corona's cunt, as well as the amorous enfolding of his body by her shapely arms and legs. This was the first time Corona had ever performed when there was a spectator present, and she felt a violent stimulation in the novelty. With the utmost abandon she writhed and twisted, breaking out occasionally in tender little love cries, until Annette was amazed and delighted with the brazen exhibition of naked passion. Jan had almost forgotten Annette's presence as, goaded beyond endurance by Corona's passionate fucking, his prick began spurting a stream of semen into her. He was startled when Annette joined herself to the writhing couple by throwing an arm across his buttocks and ecstatically kissing his bare shoulder.
"Mon Dieu," she cried, "what a delicious fuck it is. Madame is a bacchante ... and Monsieur is ... is a satyr."
Corona laughed weakly as she panted from her whole-hearted exertions, and when she recovered her breath said, "That was a very nice fuck, Annette. You don't know how delightful it is with my darling Jan. Now, don't you try to seduce him, because he belongs to me."
"Oh, Madame," said the smiling maid, "of course I wouldn't think of such a thing. He wouldn't look at me, having had you. I am so glad for Madame to have a young lover."
"Yes," admitted Corona, "there is a lot of difference between Jan and the ... my husband."
The quick-witted maid at once understood the reservation as to the Prince, and said nothing. Presently Jan drew his dripping cock from Corona's sheath, and with much fun and teasing Annette daintily washed and wiped its limp length. However, it did not remain limp, for Annette's artful touches put new life in it, and at length Corona put a stop to the play.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
During the next few days, Jan screwed Corona several times, often while Annette was present. Very tactfully Corona informed Jan of her affair with Prince Esterhazy, conveying the idea that, in a way, she had been forced into it. Her explanation was decidedly weak, but how could Jan do anything but believe implicitly her smallest word, when at the time he had her naked body in his arms, every particle of which was open to his caresses. Jan had soon lost all constraint in connection with Annette's presence on these intimate occasions, and began to get added enjoyment on account of it, for Annette's costume on each succeeding meeting shrank by one garment until nothing was veiled. And with Corona's laughing encouragement Jan familiarly ran his hands over her bare skin, fondling her well-developed breasts and slapping her prominent buttocks. Naturally he did not fail to investigate her black-haired cunt as well.
Jan found much stimulation in Annette's attentions while he fucked Corona. As their bodies would be writhing lustfully in the passionate exercise, Annette would plant luscious, sucking kisses on some of the available portions, now on Jan's buttocks or on Madame's polished thigh, and then when the fucking would approach the deliriously exciting spasm, she would glue her mouth to his ass and her hand would steal between his agitated thighs and fondle his testicles while he came.
As a preliminary to each fuck, Jan had been encouraged to kiss the various portions of Corona's lovely form until it became almost a ritual. He would start at her shoulders and breasts, and proceed to belly and thighs. With the latter he had developed a small biting technique that seemed to be especially pleasing to Corona, who would cry out her pleasure as his teeth made small dents in the soft flesh of the inner thigh. Inch by inch his mouth would approach that charming, moist-lipped cunt, and Corona's legs would spread wider apart so that the cunt would open like a flower. And as a bee sips honey, so Jan's mouth would inhale the salty liquid as his lips, open-mouthed, would glue themselves around the sweet opening. Nervously her soft thighs would enclose his head while her abdomen writhed in ecstasy.
The last time that this preliminary caress had occurred, Jan took as much of that lovely cunt in his mouth as he could, provoking Corona to more violent undulations of her body, and then he felt impelled to insert his tongue in the warm opening. The effect was electrical. Her thighs were already around his neck, but she seized his head with her hands and propelled her abdomen forward with rapid motions. When a stream of amorous juice rushed out on his tongue and mouth, he was almost suffocated. Just in time her thighs relaxed weakly and he drew his congested face, smeared with her juices, from between them. Annette, who had been excitedly watching the proceedings exclaimed, "Mon Dieu, Madame, that was a real Frenching."
Jan, heaving and panting, with prick swollen to the bursting point, paid no attention to this exclamation, for Corona, her lovely breasts rising and falling, with open thighs and arms was inviting him to fuck her. Hastily wiping his face with a towel which Annette produced, he threw himself on Corona's naked body, his prick was quickly inserted in her cunt, and he screwed her vigorously. Annette, who was also considerably stimulated, threw herself on the bed beside their writhing forms, and grasping one of Jan's hands, placed it over her quivering cunt. Pressing it in, she writhed as if her life depended on it. Naturally, very few moments elapsed before both cunts yielded a copious flow of amorous juice and Jan's prick spurted its load.
This highly exciting scene had taken place on a Friday afternoon, and Jan saw no more of his inamorata, nor of Annette, until Monday. About five o'clock he blithely entered Corona's bedroom with eager anticipation of at least one good fuck. Annette smiled maliciously at his nude form and expectant manner, and seemed much amused when his penis as well as his manner drooped visibly as Corona announced that her monthly sickness had come and there would be no more fucking for her, at least for several days. He looked so woebegone that Corona smiled, too. Looking at Annette, who was sketchily dressed in chemise, stockings and slippers, Corona said, "Annette, my dear, it seems that I strictly forbade you to fuck Jan, but I am going to be nice and withdraw that prohibition."
"Oh, Madame, you are too generous," ironically exclaimed Annette, "I couldn't think of taking advantage of your extreme kindness."
"Now don't take that tone," said Corona warmly. "I think he fucks very, very well. I know I haven't had your wide experience, but nevertheless I think you will find that he does all right."
Jan shifted from one foot to the other, naturally a little embarrassed by this frank discussion of his amorous abilities.
"But Madame," protested Annette, "what about Heinrich? He would be furious if he ever found out about it."
"Well, let him be. If he doesn't like it, tell him to take his wife and his children and go to hell."
"Madame ... you don't understand ... I wouldn't give up Heinrich for a dozen of ... please forgive me, Monsieur Jan ... I don't mean any disrespect to you. It's just that I can't possibly think of losing Heinrich."
Corona sat up in the bed, looking at Annette with great curiosity. "Do you mean that it is because you are so dead in love with that frozen-faced blockhead?"
"Not exactly ... of course I like him, but he does it so ... so..."
"My God," broke in Corona, "you mean to tell me that Heinrich is so good as all that?"
"No, Madame. I was going to say that he is so thorough, and then he has such a well-developed instrument."
Corona was very thoughtful. "I think I understand now, but even so, I don't see why you shouldn't vary your diet slightly and give Jan the relief he needs. You know perfectly well that Heinrich need never hear a whisper about it." And, turning to Jan, "You'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you, my dear?"
It is curious what a difference it makes as to what mouth certain language comes from. When some of those common, yet expressive terms came from Corona's pretty mouth, Jan had no feeling of repulsion or disgust, such as would inevitably have been the case had they been used by some blowsy whore or even by Annette. His mind was leaping around, searching for some pretext by which he could avoid the impending fuck with Annette that Corona seemed so insistently to urge.
"Why ... of course, Annette is a very pretty girl ... and ... mighty nice, too ... but ... you can see that she doesn't want to ... do it with me."
By the time he had gotten through, Annette was smiling maliciously at him, seeing plainly through his stuttering utterance that he did not want to fuck her, and therefore, woman-like, she immediately decided that he should. And if, when Corona first broached the subject, Annette had expressed a great desire to fuck him, the chances are that Corona would have abruptly changed her mind and forbidden the encounter. And-likewise if Jan had expressed too great enthusiasm for Annette. But now she too was firmly resolved that Jan should screw Annette.
"Well, that's settled. Annette, take this ardent young lover in your room and take some of the starch from his prick."
Annette burst into a peal of laughter at this ironical conclusion, and in the manner of a jailor leading a reluctant prisoner to his cell, grasped the lobe of Jan's ear and conducted him to her room, pursued by Corona's tinkling laughter. Removing the rest of her garments, she made him get on the bed, and began her ludicrous attack.
"Poor little prick," rubbing that limp article with her fingers, "he doesn't want anything but Madame's beautiful cunt. But he must be a good boy ... see ... here is Annette's cunt all ready for him."
She straddled him and, swinging a nicely shaped leg over his prostrate form, rubbed the soft head of his prick along the damp, hairy orifice.'
What would have been your reaction to this treatment, dear brother, if you were Jan's age and had been without fucking for three days? Probably just what Jan's was, for he could not withstand the seduction of that nice warm cunt rubbing on his prick, and in a very few moments it was fully erect. Promptly Annette opened the lips of her cunt and inserted the head in her vagina. With a few jerky motions she forced it up in her. Being more or less forced into this affair, Jan took no account of any pleasure she might derive, and heaved up his body with pure animal lust. Soon his juice was spurting as he drove his prick as far up her cunt as he could. Naturally she was perfectly aware of the emission, and murmured, "Ciel ... but the little M'sieu' is in a hurry. He should take some lessons from Heinrich on how to please a woman."
This was a very untactful thing to say, especially as he had been practically forced into the fuck, first by Corona and then by Annette herself. Although Jan made no reply, the criticism rankled, and he made unmistakable signs for Annette to dismount. This she did rather reluctantly, for in working Jan up to the fucking point, her own desires had become aroused, and if he had shown any symptoms of renewing the fuck, she would have been delighted. But realizing he had no such intention, she led him through Corona's room, loudly calling attention to the smeared condition of his prick.
The incident was quite distasteful from his point of view, although Corona and Annette had derived much amusement from teasing him. Jan was merely a self-conscious boy of eighteen, and he could not see the funny side of it. He rather resented Corona's willingness to share him wi Annette and, too, there was in the back of h' mind the fact that Corona was being fucked regular intervals by Prince Esterhazy.
The following morning, as had been his custom on most clear days, he got out his horse and went for a ride. About two miles from his uncle's was a farmhouse, and sometime before this morning he had stopped on the way back from his ride for a cooling drink, usually of clear spring water, and saw Kate Sankowicz, a daughter of the farm owner. She was just seventeen, of plump proportions, and had a nicely featured face crowned by a profusion of blonde, bobbed locks, framing a pair of innocent blue eyes and a generously wide mouth, pleasantly smiling.
The first time Jan had entered the farm, she was coming from the woods in back of the farmhouse. Jan, doffing his hat with grave courtesy, asked for a drink of water. A first glance at those pretty blue eyes gave Jan a thrill, but being a mannerly youth, he gave absolutely no sign of it. The clear complexion of her cheeks was mantled with a most becoming flush as she replied that she would get a glass for him to have a drink at the well. For several minutes he chatted courteously before leaving.
Jan had no idea that every morning thereafter Kate watched the farm road for his coming, hoping against hope that he would have another occasion for a drink of water. She made careful inquiries and found out who he was. The third morning after that her vigil was rewarded, for Jan came for another drink of water. She blushed and stammered in her eagerness to serve him, and again he chatted, to her evident delight. As he was leaving she told him to be sure to stop whenever he rode that way. Her eager pleasure in his society was so apparent that Jan assured her he would probably be there every day that it did not rain.
At that time Jan was head over heels in love with the adorable Corona, and the few minutes of conversation with Kate meant nothing but a gesture on his part, although the meetings became longer each succeeding time, and the talk more intimate. Her shyness had subsided and daily she became more interesting. As he came between half past ten and eleven, no one was visible, for Kate's mother was in the kitchen and her father would be out on the farm, working with the hired hands. Now, instead of water, Katrina would bring a bottle of delicious home-made Hungarian wine which they would drink together, seated on a rustic bench in the grove that surrounded the well.
Two days before this particular Tuesday, it was raining hard, but in spite of it Jan put on a raincoat and sallied forth. As it was Sunday, Katrina's father and mother had gone to mass, and she saw Jan riding through the gateway. Throwing on a heavy coat, she ran to meet him. She looked woebegone when he protested that she should go right back to the house. Then, haltingly she suggested they could get under cover in a beer cellar which was situated in the side of a hill just back of the well. When he smilingly assented, she flew to the house, obtained the key and ran ahead as he followed her on the horse.
She was quite wet from the exposure, and Jan insisted that she take off her shoes and stockings and let him chafe her feet. Inevitably, as he rubbed those nicely shaped feet and swelling calves, Jan felt an erotic stimulation. As he was doing this, her hand was resting on his shoulder, and her breath, like warm, new milk, came down to him. Then on his neck he felt the fleeting pressure of a pair of soft, dewy lips. They were at once withdrawn and their owner burst into a flood of stammering apologies. Jan, too, was a little embarrassed by this demonstration. But just when they stood up to leave the cellar, she looked up at him with a yearning expression, and despite any intention, he bent over and his lips were pressed against hers. Her lips quivered, but met his kiss squarely, then both of them blushed, standing apart.
She exclaimed, "Oh ... excellency ... you kissed me then."
"Yes, Katrina, I did," he answered lightly, "but do I have to apologize the way you did, after you kissed me on the neck?"
"No ... Excellency ... any ... anything you do is ... is right."
This was rather a large statement, and Jan did not analyze it at the time. However, this blind trust and her evident admiration for him were heartening. Monday morning, when he was riding in the gate, he found Kate just at the post. She was the picture of woe, and with tears standing in her eyes informed him that her father was not very well and was puttering around the house, and should Jan come in the yard, there was great danger of his being seen. If there was anything to hinder on the morrow, she would hang a piece of white cloth on the gatepost. Of course Jan was rather disappointed, but poor Kate seemed to be desolated at the thought of foregoing this meeting with him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
And now we get to a fine Tuesday morning when Jan set out for a horseback ride, but was really thinking more of Kate than the ride. His heart beat rather faster on discovering that there was no piece of white cloth on the gatepost, and he rode in quickly to the well. And there Katrina was awaiting his coming, blushing and smiling with delighted expectation. Rather awkwardly he advanced toward her with open arms, but she nervously evaded them, saying softly, "Excellency, I'm so afraid someone might see us. W-wouldn't you ... like a bottle of beer? We could get some in the beer cellar ... see, I have the key."
This was a wonderful suggestion; Jan quickly tied his horse to a tree and followed her to the cellar. When the door was closed it was pitch dark. Without waiting to light the candle, his arms enfolded her and his mouth sought hers. How sweet was that soft, quivering mouth, and how naturally the curves of her form fitted with his body. He was about five inches the taller and, when their bodies came together, his shaft pressed against the soft flesh of her belly, just below the navel. Kate had never worn a corset, and today she had left off her pants, so to Jan it seemed as if there was nothing interposing between their bare bodies.
As their mouths remained glued together, their breathing became difficult, and they panted as with fast-beating hearts they felt the stir of agitating emotion. Jan could feel against his chest the fluttery rise and fall of her soft breasts. The fresh, sweet odor of her body rose to his nostrils, and definitely now there was roused in him a strong desire to enjoy the sweets tacitly offered him. No ... he must not go that far with this innocent maiden, probably ruining her prospects of a marriage. He would just enjoy a few intimate liberties with her seductive young body, but spare her the final step.
In pursuance of this thought, his hand wandered desirously over her buttocks, molding the firm, resilient curves. Her belly seemed to press hard on him, causing an agreeable titillation of his penis. This organ had risen mightily, and his testicles had mounted to its base, bunching tightly together. And now, in the darkness, she guided him to a bench and pressed him down on it; it seemed only natural that she should sit on his lap. When he brought his hand down on her thigh, he was startled to find that it was bare, for in some way her skirt was high up on it.
As their mouths again came together, his hand roved over the right thigh, and then to the nearer one, with a caressing motion. The feel of that smooth, electric skin made the blood pound in his temples. Presently Kate removed her mouth and gave vent to a long sigh, for his roving hand was gradually working upward, increasing the warm, fluttery sensation in her sweet, young cunt. She was heaving and panting, her face buried in his neck, while his hand rubbed along the inner thighs, finding that tract minus all underwear and open to his investigation. A momentary compunction made him pause, but with that seductive little slit right at his fingertips, how could he stop ?
He felt right up between the quivering thighs, which were somewhat open, and immediately his fingertips were at the crevice, which was already overflowing with her juices, for again and again she had a sort of shivery seizure during which the passionate liquor leaked in her vagina. Then as he reached her wet orifice, a little moan of passion came, and her mouth pursed on his neck in a damp kiss. Her thighs closed over his hand as a finger went right inside her and she murmured, "Oh, darling ... Excellency ... I..."
Jan said nothing for his mouth was parched with hot desire as he fingered that wet, fluttery young cunt. Longingly he thought of the nice sensation it would give him to gently weave his swollen prick to and fro in that tender flesh. But conscience awoke, and suddenly withdrawing his hand, he found voice.
"Kate ... dear ... I ... I must not do anything more ... it ... would ruin you ... and..."
"Oh, Excellency," she moaned, "it can't do that ... I have already ... one of the hired men ... last summer. I know I'm not good enough for you, but ... if you want me ... take me ... do anything you want with me ... and ... and I'll love it!"
She had gotten off his lap and was standing before him with hands clasped back of his neck in the pitchy darkness, and at once he fumblingly tried to place her in straddling position over his knees. When she understood his object, she quickly pulled her skirt up around her waist while he released his prick from the confinement of his trousers. He was at the end of the bench and soon her legs were on either side of his hips and the bench, and the blunt crest was seeking her cunt. Jan was surprised to encounter, as he thought, no hair around the wet lips, and quickly he pressed his tool up, while she bore down, and with a few jerky thrusts it was half-way up the well lubricated passage. He put his arms around her, holding a cheek of the firm buttocks in each hand.
So agitated with desire was he that only a few undulating motions were accomplished before a deluge of thick sperm shot from his throbbing prick and, panting from the exercise and his emotions, he ceased all movement.
"I am so ... so glad that you have done it ... Excellency," she murmured.
Rather haltingly he expressed his pleasure, and then his handkerchief was used to wipe some of the mess away, and the candle was lighted. However, Kate was afraid that she might be needed in the house and someone might come to look for her. She was forced to cut the meeting short, but before he left, plans were concluded for the morrow. It seemed that the whole household was going to a fair about ten miles off and would be gone all day. Now that she had barely tasted newfound happiness with him, Kate urged him to go, feverishly anxious that nothing should endanger their meeting the following day, when all would be perfectly safe from interruption.
During the rest of the day Jan thought fitfully of that sweet encounter in the beer cellar, when his sturdy cock was introduced to Katrina's tight young cunt. His heart warmed as he recalled her very evident adoration of him. Just in the same way had he looked upon Corona, and the only time he had thought of her with frank distaste was when she had insisted on that repulsive scene with Annette. He still adored Corona, but with some loss of his illusions. He had not deliberately entered upon this affair with Kate, although he was by no means an unwilling participant, but now his sexual curiosity was aroused to a tremendous degree, and furthermore he was debarred from fucking Corona during the current week.
Therefore it was with the liveliest expectations that Jan rode forth on Wednesday morning. With careful secrecy he tied his horse in a clump of trees a few hundred feet from the gate, and entered the farm on foot. From the kitchen porch Kate waved an ecstatic greeting and signed for him to come to the house. With the door securely closed they looked at each other anxiously, for the real purpose of the meeting was so strongly in both their minds they could hardly wait to get at it. Her full breasts with rigid nipples swelled against her dress, the little points in her dress suggesting an absence of a brassiere.
At once Katrina led him to her daintily appointed chamber, her bottom undulating enticingly before him, the cheeks of her buttocks and the division between them plainly indicated beneath the thin dress she wore. Naturally he noted the snow white bed although, with arms around each other, they first sat on a couch that Katrina had borrowed from her mother's room. Unwilling to appear exigent, Jan conversed without making any immediate move toward the real purpose, but Kate seemed to get more and more fidgety and restless, presently getting up and making a tour of the house to see that all was right. When she came back, Jan again took her in his arms, but had her in his lap when he sat down, letting his hand rove over the dress on her thigh.
Presently he slid his hand under the skirt, but as it progressed upward, he encountered a pair of skin-tight panties. As he vainly endeavored to slip his fingers between the plump thigh and the cloth, she whispered, "Would you like for me to take them off, dearest?"
Would he? Of course. He was rather amused at this unnecessary question. Why in the world should she wear them this morning, with every expectation of being fucked, when yesterday morning she was perfectly bare under the skirt? Probably our feminine readers can supply the answer. Anyway, in a few moments, standing up to do so, she removed the offending article, which was of a beautiful, soft, blue silk. Maybe that was the reason. But Jan wanted more than that and said so emphatically. Blushing furiously, but happy in pleasing him, she took off every stitch of clothes, while he did-likewise.
What a pretty picture it was. Jan was of vigorous, manly build, although still a little slender, and Kate was of such plump, voluptuous proportions as to inspire immediate desire.
She was glad to hide her blushing face in his shoulder when he again took her in his arms, and now they were flesh against flesh. Plainly she could feel the impress of his ardent penis against her belly. She would have liked to take that article in her hands, but shyness barred the impulse. Soon he pushed her to the little bed, and when she was on it, with eager eyes and fingers he examined the pretty, young body, particularly where the thighs joined to it. She was trembling and spasmodically the muscles twitched as, otherwise passive, she lay with hands covering her eyes.
And what a beautiful sight it was when Jan had parted her legs and exposed to his ardent gaze that young cunt. There was a fringe of fine, light hairs, then over it was a fuller growth, but all composed of fine, blonde curls. This fleece made not the slightest pretense of concealing the pouting lips of her cunt, which was so invitingly open as he pushed the thighs still farther apart, showing the damp flesh. It was such a warm, fuckable young cunt that, with the impatience of his age, Jan impressed a few kisses on it and then hastily got ready to fuck her.
Mounting between the parted thighs, he carefully placed the blunt, swollen crest of his prick between the wet, pouting lips, and supporting his weight with one hand, he held his prick firmly with the other as he gently sent it forward in her flesh. Soon its head was encased, then a steady push sent it well into her vagina. With a sigh of enjoyment, he lay flat on her belly. Then it was that her trembling ceased; she in turn gave forth a long sigh, and whispered, "Excellency ... darling ... I'm so glad it is in there. I've been so nervous and afraid something might happen to ... to prevent it. Now it's really there."
It certainly was ... a good three inches of firm prick in her warm, tight little cunt ... no ... by this time, it was four inches, for Jan had enthusiastically commenced to screw her, although with extreme care not to hurt her. Jan wondered a little at her behavior, for though she seemed wholly receptive to his fucking, there was almost no answering motion. However, her lower abdomen was steadily pushing up to meet his thrust, and the tight cunt was maddeningly gripping his prick as it weaved to and fro. And now five inches of hot prick stabbed her cunt when, with several rapid digs, his semen streamed from it, deluging her womb with the thick, warm fluid.
Not a word greeted this culmination of passion, but still her abdomen with its fine, fleecy growth, was persistently pressed up against his pubic mount. However, in addition to this there was a maddening little convulsive motion in her cunt, as if it were clasping and releasing his prick. This subtle stimulation at once revitalized his forces, and half a minute after the emission, he had recommenced the fucking. Again he was puzzled by her seeming inertia as he settled down a little further on her form and pushed her legs still more apart, while with firm, even strokes, he shot his prick to the very end of her cunt.
Kate lay there with eyes closed, a rich color ebbing and flowing in her cheeks. Her breathing was even, broken only by a few choking gasps, but still her body bore up, ever seeking to engulf more of that plunging shaft. And then Jan, finding the clasp of that warm cunt so delicious, paused a moment at the end of each hard-driven thrust, which seemed to arouse the sleeping beauty into a betrayal of some agitation as the blunt crest kissed her womb. Panting from the exertion, Jan lay heavily on her sweet young body until his prick had lost its firmness.
Languidly he arose but, despite his care, a little stream of sticky liquid descended on the bed covering. Then they washed themselves and Kate had a good look at the instrument which had just been in her. She was amazed that such a limp, flaccid piece of flesh could have been so potent, although she was perfectly conversant, in theory, with the erection of which it was capable. When their parts were thoroughly cleansed, they returned to the bedroom and, lying on the cot, Jan encouraged her to a close examination of his penis, explaining some of the mysteries connected with it.
Jan, too, felt Kate all over, playing with her big breasts with little pink nipples, now in much more leisurely spirit than before the fucking. He enjoyed the sweetness of that well exposed cunt, with its fringe of fleecy, golden hair. During the intervals, Kate asked many questions relating to the fascinating art of fucking, and Jan sagely gave her much first-hand information. When he, in turn, asked why she had been so inactive in the love embrace, she naively confessed that she had understood it was vulgar and common for a girl to make any motion.
Kate was quite surprised when Jan told her of the ardent way that a certain lady in society had responded to him. However, he cunningly placed the date of it as the Christmas vacation when he was in Vienna. And now when his lips caressed Kate's belly and thighs, there was plenty of response. Closer and closer they approached the magnetic spot, and then widely separating her legs he kissed his way toward the quivering, agitated cunt. Suddenly she called a halt, for she had observed that his prick was standing vigorously, and with charming curiosity she tested its quality with soft, stimulating fingers. Although ready to screw her again, Jan returned to those sweet, perverse, caresses sticking a forefinger far up her cunt, now thoroughly wet with her juices. Once more his lips paid tribute to the velvety softness of her thighs and lower belly, culminating with an adoring pressure of lips squarely on her pouting cunt, digging between the lips to lick her clitoris.
Her agitation was intense as she drew his head away and with energetic arms seemed to beg him to fuck her. Quickly Jan mounted between her thighs, inserting the head of his prick in the well lubricated slit, and with three nicely directed pushes was buried to the hilt. And now, belly to belly, breast to breast, her arms straining him to her, his hands clutching the yielding cheeks of her buttocks, they fucked with carefree abandon. And with sinuous grace, Kate pushed up her abdomen each time his prick sank deep in her cunt, her vagina giving a voluptuous squeeze at each stroke.
There rose to her lips those sweet love calls, and although she still used the respectful "Excellency", there were many darlings and dearests. Then Jan employed that teasing little pause at the end of each stroke, and her bottom developed a lascivious shake that was entrancing. Again and again during this longer fuck, Jan noted a small series of excited wriggles, which seemed to indicate an emission from her, and at the climax her agitated body arched in a spasm of lustful energy, lifting him high up from the bed as he savagely rammed home the concluding thrusts.
We must not unduly extend this narrative with the affair of Jan and Kate, fascinating as it is. Suffice it to say that after a delightful cold lunch with wine, and a long conversation, they screwed again and this time Kate really let go, moaning and writhing beneath him, her body shaken by orgasm after orgasm. Kate, whose energetic participation had increased with each succeeding engagement, was almost paralyzed with exhaustion, and Jap was so drained of vitality that he could barely walk. However a refreshing glass of wine restored their strength, and after numerous farewell embraces they separated.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Naturally Jan sought a meeting each day with the fair, blonde Kate, and sometimes they would get a chance to fuck, but the difficulties of meeting seemed to increase. It is sad to relate that Jan's interest waned slightly and, really, how can we blame him, for that wonderful day with Kate, during which he had fucked her five times, was certainly a climactic point. What more was to be looked for or expected? Then, too, when Corona recovered from her sickness, she developed a rather curious complex.
It was now the middle of summer, when social engagements were considerably fewer. Often in the evening after dinner, Corona, her husband and Jan would sit together, sometimes in the large drawing-room, but more often on the veranda. Taking advantage of the darkness, Corona would often unbutton Jan's pants and, with her fingers fondling his throbbing prick, calmly continue the conversation with her husband. She welcomed his foraging hand under her skirts and, while he was fingering her cunt, would discourse learnedly with the Count, the agitation being only slightly reflected in more animated utterance.
This dangerous play was crowned one night by an achievement of which Corona was tremendously proud. The Count was in a little study, just off the music room, writing some letters that had to be dispatched that night. Jan was a fair performer on the piano, and Corona had a pleasing contralto voice. With devilish ingenuity, she assumed a straddling position over his thighs and placed his prick in her cunt. His arms were stretched forward on either side of her waist, and he played a simple accompaniment. In perfect time with the slow waltz song she sang, her body rose and fell on his erect prick. It must be confessed, however, that this accomplishment had been thoroughly rehearsed in her bedroom.
The song was finished just before they came. Corona quickly wiped his prick and buttoned up his fly, while Jan almost died of apprehension as the Count called out laughingly that the song was rather poorly done, for at the end they had quickened the tempo too much. And right then he came into the room, to find Jan standing at the far end of the piano, his fiery red face turned away from the Count, while in an easy chair, ten feet from the piano, Corona was seated with negligent ease, her green eyes glowing and her cheeks flushed.
That night, under Annette's jealous eyes, Corona fucked Jan again, riding him once more while repeating over and over her proud satisfaction in having fucked him almost under the very eyes of her husband. With gay insouciance, she imitated her husband's laughing call, then fell to screwing Jan with renewed fervor.
Our readers will remember with what reluctance Annette received the suggestion of being fucked by Jan, and her vehement defense of Heinrich's qualities. Corona had been rather intrigued by Annette's warm praise of those qualities and, in the days that followed, often made Annette describe some of her encounters with Heinrich, until a definite resolve had formed in Corona's self-indulgent mind. She would have to be fucked herself by this paragon.
With her husband and Prince Esterhazy, Corona's violently passionate nature had never been fully aroused, and it was not until she fucked with Jan that she fully realized the possibilities of that indoor sport.
Annette weepingly protested when Corona announced decisively that Annette must arrange immediately for Heinrich to be smuggled into her room at some convenient time when Corona, at her leisure, could verify the extravagant praises Annette had given his amorous abilities. Corona reasoned with her that surely Heinrich could not object if Annette were to yield temporarily to a rich and powerful lover, and that Annette should never stand in the way of Heinrich acquiring temporarily a rich mistress, who would never interfere to the extent of depriving Annette of very much fucking.
Reluctantly Annette gave way, and on Tuesday of the week following Corona's monthly sickness, Heinrich was informed of his good fortune. Corona had specified that he was to be bathed in her own bathroom, and that afternoon he was ushered to Corona's room. Annette saw that he was bathed, using a certain toilet water that Corona designated. When the honest chauffeur was brought in Corona's room naked, his embarrassment was great, and his large hands coyly shielded his virile properties as he was pushed toward the bed on which Corona lay stark naked, tickling her clitoris in preparation for the ramming her cunt was going to get.
When his prick was exposed, Corona could not restrain a gasp of surprise at its size and menacing aspect, as Annette in rubbing it brought it to full erection. What a purplish, bulging crest it had, supported by a large staff. Large as it was, nevertheless the ridge of its head extended considerably beyond it. With much curiosity, the beautiful and dainty Corona took this virile appendage in her fingers, and examined it. Heinrich was slightly shaken out of his stolidity by this familiar gesture made by a great lady, and showed some embarrassment.
Presently Annette was ordered to put some cold cream on Heinrich's penis and then she was dismissed. Corona gave him but a glimpse of her crevice as he awkwardly mounted between her legs and, when he was in position, she pulled him up on her belly and fitted that purplish head in her hairy cunt, carefully pushing the thick auburn curls out of the way.
Even though the cream made it slip easily, Corona was conscious of a considerable distention caused by this over-sized instrument. Heinrich very considerately rested his weight on his hands while cautiously pushing his cock forward in Corona's cunt, and presently three inches of it were sheathed in her vagina.
Heinrich had been carefully coached by Annette in just the way to fuck Madame to the best advantage. When Annette became reconciled to the necessity of sharing her lover with Corona, she began to see the advantages that might accrue from this intimacy, for Corona, like many other self-indulgent persons, was not generous in her dealings with the servants. While Annette did not contemplate a policy of actual blackmail, she expected to reap a substantial financial reward. And so Heinrich, as instructed by Annette, when his prick was securely encased in Corona's cunt, lowered his body by supporting his weight on his elbows, as he continued to fuck her. It might be explained that this was a wise move, for Heinrich was a large, heavily built man, and with his whole body bearing down on a woman, her pleasure would certainly be diminished, to say the least.
As Heinrich worked away carefully and slowly, each thrust gaining a little ground, his huge prick seemed to get still larger with each motion. Now there rose in her cunt a heated desire, for the gentle friction was irresistible. Her shapely bottom tensed and moved up with each stroke of his powerful penis. The minutes sped by as, with slightly faster rhythm, his prick weaved in and out of her distended cunt. And then Corona began to wonder how long he was going to fuck before coming, for it seemed an eternity to her. Suddenly Corona felt a wave of lustful passion, her abdomen was agitated by disorderly heaves, and clasping his thick body and legs with her shapely arms, she fucked wildly and convulsively until she came, shudderingly and with complete satisfaction.
For a few seconds Heinrich held his large prick firmly in place, and then with powerful and well directed pokes, renewed the fucking. My God, thought Corona, will that tremendous prick never come to the point? It must, it must, for no human organism could stand so much fucking without relief. And yet, for many minutes, Heinrich continued that nerve-racking pounding of her cunt before he showed signs of agitation and his panting breath betrayed the strain. Then his prick seemed to distend in her wet cunt to enormous proportions as the semen splashed against her womb.
This vigorous attack forced Corona to come again and, laboring under the excitement of that forceful ramming, a scream of passionate ecstasy, so poignant that it was almost painful, burst from her lips. So convulsive was the clasp of her legs around his body that his whole weight was forced upon her. At the sound of the scream, Annette came running from her room, and the panting Corona exclaimed, "For God's sake, take this devil off me, or he'll fuck me to death."
At once, the faithful Annette seized Heinrich's arm and dragged him from Corona's body. Even when his prick left her cunt Corona lay panting and heaving, in exactly the same position, with legs widely extended, while from the angry red interior issued a large quantity of thick, clotted semen. With a wet towel, Annette quickly removed the superficial evidences of the fucking, and presently, after a glass of wine, Corona recovered her exhausted faculties.
"Never again," swore Corona, "will this Colossus fuck me in that position. Either I get on top of him or we don't fuck."
Annette sympathized with the distress caused by his crushing weight, but declared that after a while a person could get used to it. And then ensued an animated conversation on the merits of Heinrich's fucking, and Corona freely admitted its superior quality. But when Annette slyly suggested another encounter, Corona confessed that it would be too much for her. Presently Heinrich's tremendous prick raised up, under the influence of Annette's mischievous play, and Corona let them fuck on her bed, while she interestedly watched the lascivious play of that large prick in Annette's luscious cunt. No wonder, thought Corona, that Annette didn't want to be fucked by Jan, when this wonderful man was her lover.
Subsequently, Corona evolved a method by which she fully utilized Heinrich's amorous possibilities. We must remember that about this time she was amusing herself by holding Jan's prick whilst talking with her husband, or by feeling his roving finger in her cunt under the same conditions. Eventually she found that by inciting Jan to his utmost efforts, being fucked by him as well as he knew how, and then following it up by the more strenuous and thorough ramming of Heinrich's prick, she obtained the maximum of pleasure.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
We must hurry on with our story, however. Jan's amorous adventures that summer included one more. One of the servants was a rather pretty, well-formed girl of twenty and, when she gave evidence of attraction toward him, he at once seized the opportunity and enjoyed several hours of very pleasant fucking. The summer before he had fucked Hilda and the peasant girl, and this summer saw his score increased by Corona, Annette, Kate and the servant girl.
While Jan related his story in fewer words than we have used, and without as much description, he gave the girls the main points. Of course, he omitted the scene where Corona experimentally submitted to Heinrich's powerful fucking. He concluded with an account of meeting Elspeth during the Christmas vacation. Elspeth had married early in the summer, just before Jan had tasted the pleasures of Corona's sweet body, and thus when he met her in Vienna, she was a bride of six months.
It was a far different Jan that she had to deal with this time. On the first occasion when they were alone she commenced her old teasing tactics, twitting him about Hilda, wanting to know how many children she had borne him. Jan was very calm under this, but when she began those enticing tricks, pulling her skirt up a little too high and patting his thigh, there started a struggle. Almost before she knew what was happening, his fingers were playing in her tangled brown cunt hair. With not the slightest intention of allowing matters to go so far, Elspeth strove to disengage his hand, but with firm persistence he continued the fingering of her cunt and worked a finger well up in the damp slit.
At the time Elspeth was two months with child, and her passions were easily aroused, so this lascivious friction of her cunt presently induced a feverish desire. Fight against it as she would, there was that treacherous longing to have Jan's prick, or any other prick for that matter, to give her a good fucking. Although very resentful, she let Jan screw her and, when it was concluded, berated him for his beastly conduct. Jan replied by maliciously comparing Hilda's attitude with hers, and for a few minutes Elspeth was perfectly furious, but then the humor of the situation struck her and she began to laugh. She admitted it served her right for bedeviling Jan the way she had done.
A couple of days later, Jan called at her apartment. Elspeth had only a maid servant, and she was dispatched downtown on an errand. Carefully locking all the doors while Elspeth stripped, Jan was admitted to her bedroom, where she gave herself whole-heartedly to ecstatic love making. During the afternoon, Jan three times spilled the virile juice, while Elspeth over and over was seized by the love spasm. And how she praised his technique, expressing a natural regret that she had not availed herself of it before. She declared it was a tremendous relief to freely and fully enjoy the voluptuous exercise without restraint, for as soon as she was married she found that her husband was just a little prudish. Anxious not to destroy his illusions, she had pretended an indifference to fucking that she was far from feeling.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The girls had listened with flattering interest to Jan's tale of amatory progress, and now there were many questions fired at him on the various points, sometimes of such an intimate nature as to cause Jan embarrassment in answering them. Florence, however, took no part in the conversation, although at dinner, by some effort, she managed to seem brighter than she really was. The others apparently had a very good time, laughing and joking with Jan, sometimes making sly references to one of his fair friends or his experiences. For some time they danced, Jan with one of the girls, and the other two with each other, Florence being out of it. Then at midnight a delicious repast of cakes and wine was served.
The next morning, Florence intently examined the faces of Carmen and Kyle to see if they betrayed any evidence of lassitude, but to her relief she found none. Of Ursula she was sure, for when she was asleep, Florence had locked the door and secreted the key. But Florence was filled with despair when she thought of the days to come, for with this young wolf in their midst, how could she keep her younger sisters unspotted, or at least comparatively unspotted? She had a very determined will, but this faltered when she thought of the immense disadvantages, including the fact that all of them had been fucked by Ricky and Jan knew it.
However, we will leave Florence to her misgivings. About an hour after breakfast, Kyle decided to take a plunge in the garden pool and, after undressing, threw on a kimono and had a servant unlock the gate. While she was sporting naked in the cool water, Jan appeared on the scene, and promptly threw off his robe and plunged in with her. She gave a little scream as he was poised, naked also, on the edge of the pool. Of course, she particularly noted the limp penis dangling over his testicles, and her heart beat wildly as he joined her in the water.
When he noticed her expression of fear, he laughed and told her not to be afraid of him. As they stood with the water up to their shoulders, he told her of the nudist colonies that were so popular in Germany, how on a large farm scores of people of both sexes would spend entire days in society without a stitch of clothes covering them. As he talked calmly of this cult, Kyle was reassured, and the two young people had a lovely time swimming around the pool together. But it was rather embarrassing to her when they were about to come out. She suggested that he stay in the water until she got her kimono on and, laughing at her prudishness, he did so. Presently he also came out and put on his bathrobe.
There was a secluded spot, shaded by trees, with a nice strip of fine sand, on which they sat while they talked. Inevitably the conversation veered around to Jan's amorous adventures, and he rather enlarged on those intimate connections with Kate, describing particularly the blonde fleece that decorated her pubic mount, and then laughingly exclaimed, "I'll bet that your hair in that place is the same color."
Kyle blushed but did not rebuke him for the familiarity, for she felt a distinct desire to show this nice boy how pretty she was. Jan quickly noted her compliant manner and began pressing for a look at her cunt. In a half-hearted way she refused, but presently when he renewed the account of the people in nudist colonies she consented to discard the kimono, after he had thrown off his bathrobe. They stood up to do this and, blushing more than ever, she tried to cover her charms, one hand over the intersection of her thighs and the other arm across her sweetly rounded breasts.
"That's no way for a nudist to act ... see ... this is what you must do," and he flung his arms out widely.
Quickly she followed his example, but only for a short moment, then her hands flew again to her crotch. But she had risked several glances at that article which hung limply against his thighs, noting its thickness and interesting appearance. Then they sat down again and reclined on the sand as they continued talking, Jan with his penis and testicles in plain view. But Kyle was lying in such a position that he could get no glimpse of her secret charms until, as the conversation became more animated, she abandoned the protection of her hands, and occasionally Jan would get a fleeting glance at her hairy mount.
While Kyle was in a way willing to give him a few liberties, she was rather glad that he did not press matters too much, and thus it was somewhat later when his hand was quietly but familiarly reposing on her soft-skinned thigh. It was a kiss that brought matters to a head, for as if it were the most natural thing in the world, at one of the pauses in the conversation when they were still lying side by side, he leaned his head over her face and in an abstracted manner her mouth met his lips. At first his lips gave merely a light pressure and then, withdrawing them, he moved his body nearer so that their hips were touching. Now, however, as their faces came together, his left arm was thrown behind her head and the kiss was somewhat more stimulating, as he pressed that sweet mouth forcefully and licked at her lips with his tongue.
She moved a little uneasily, her breathing was more difficult and her mouth quivered under the passionate pressure of his lips. Feeling a yielding, Jan moved over on his side while his left arm went around her waist and drew their bodies together. As he continued the breath-taking kiss, his left knee stole over her leg and against her legs. She could feel the pressure of a protuberance that she well knew must be his penis. A minute later the position was again changed, for he suddenly slipped his right arm round her neck and pulled her to a sidewise position while he lay on his back. His left hand clutched her buttock and began stealing down behind it.
Kyle protested faintly, but he vigorously shifted her over further on him and, despite her weak efforts, his fingers were presently in the moist little groove, although her thighs were instinctively pressed together to protect it. But as he rubbed the wet lips, he also kissed her passionately, and soon he could feel her lips becoming hot and the soft little cunt going wet. This spurred him to fresh efforts, although he was careful not to be in too much of a hurry, and presently with much pulling and hauling, he managed to get his prick between her legs with her right leg over on top of him. Her senses were confused; she wanted it and yet feared the experience.
Soon Kyle felt against the lips of her cunt the smooth, firm head of Jan's prick, and was in still greater confusion. When he pushed it along the wet, quivering groove, her brain whirled as she weakly relaxed. At once Jan energetically pushed her legs apart and quickly fitted the swollen crest in her cunt, but a spasmodic movement of her body threw it out. Again he did the same thing, except that he quickly pushed up so that it was held by her flesh. And now he got her almost entirely over his body and, clasping her buttocks firmly, he pushed his prick well up the moist passage.
For a moment or two Kyle's faculties returned, and she thought of the passionate encounter she had witnessed between Carmen and Ricky, and wondered if she too would get as much enjoyment as Carmen had evidenced. Carefully and steadily Jan screwed her. Presently Kyle felt an itching heat rising in her cunt, induced by the friction of his prick, and her body restlessly moved a little to facilitate his motions. All at once she moaned fitfully, her thighs gripped his hips and a shower of Venus juice sprayed his prick, while a few seconds later his prick throbbingly shot its semen into her.
Kyle began a nervous fit of crying. Then, with breath restored, she poured reproaches on Jan, who was wise enough to meet them with humble expressions of regret for his importunity. Suddenly the reproaches ceased, and through the tears a smile came.
"But I wouldn't have missed it for anything in the world," she whispered.
Jan was very tender and thoughtful of her feelings, and Kyle's spirits rose to such a point that soon she was joking with him about their little affair. However, she was still shy about the others knowing that she had been fucked, and presently flitted to the house and to her room. When Jan went there he sought out Dr. Zedt and informed him of the matter.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Kyle was just the least bit disappointed by this first experience of fucking, being ignorant of the fact that often it takes a little time for a girl to get accustomed to this form of enjoyment. It was true that she had arrived at the thrilling spasm during this first fuck, which is rarely the case with initiates, but then there was no pain, for Ricky's prick had thoroughly broken her maidenhead, and the torn membranes had been well and scientifically healed. So far as Jan was concerned, she liked him very much and, having appeared on the scene just at a time when her curiosity was greatly aroused, he might have been far less attractive and still have found his way to her sweet cunt.
During the afternoon, Dr. Zedt came to her room and gave her a capsule which she was instructed to insert in her vagina, and all was well. In the evening they had a very great time, Jan performing the duties of host with much grace. He got out several boxes of chips, and taught the girls how to play baccarat, in which Florence also joined, and they were surprised to find it half past twelve when the servant brought refreshments. However when Kyle kissed Jan goodnight, Ursula and Carmen clamored for the same privilege, and he was kissed by all of them; even Florence smilingly entered into the game.
Florence retired with rather relieved feelings, for she thought that another day had passed without one of her charges being fucked, of course being unaware that Kyle had indulged in that sweet sport. Further, Jan seemed such a nice boy, and she was convinced that he would not fuck one of the girls by compulsion. Just before turning out the light, Florence locked the door, but left the key in the lock, and then, having been wakeful the night before, slept very soundly. Therefore it was Ursula who heard someone fumbling with the doorknob. Her first thought was that Carmen or Kyle might be sick, and she swiftly arose and unlocked the door, anxiously inquiring what was the matter.
"It is I ... Jan i . . who is this?"
"Ursula ... and be quiet or you'll wake Florence." She stepped out in the hall, closing the door.
"What's the matter ... are you sick?"
"Well, not exactly that ... but almost."
"What do you mean ... have you any fever?" and her hand sought his forehead.
"I have a sort of temperature ... but not there. I know you'll think it is perfectly beastly, but I'm just crazy for ... for something. See?" and abruptly he brought her hand down on his upright, rigid prick.
Of course she could not fail to realize what that something was that he was crazy for, and Ursula with her soft, compliant nature instantly sympathized with his need. "Oh, Jan, I'm so sorry."
Ricky had fucked her; the last time she had liked it and, as she thought of the sensation, the warm moisture gathered in her crevice. Of course, this young boy could never give her that sweet thrill, but the fact was she had been screwed several times by Ricky and it would do her no harm to be fucked again. But the principal thought was that it would be a positive charity to relieve the distraught feelings of this nice boy, whose hot, distended prick she was holding.
"All right, Jan, but you must never tell Florence or the other girls," she whispered, and with a smothered exclamation of gratitude Jan rushed her into his room, where he pushed her on the bed and would have fucked her without further ceremony, had she not protested.
"Oh, Jan ... please turn out the light ... I feel so ... so ... public."
He sprang up and did so, immediately returning to the bed. In two seconds he had gotten between her knees, thrown up her nightgown and bent his stiff tool down toward the slit, now partly open due to the stretch of her thighs. His fumbling attempts to bring the crest to the crevice were so awkward that, taking pity on him, she herself placed the distended knob in exactly the right place and, with a nervous shove enclosed it an inch or so in her flesh. And now, feeling his prick nicely lodged in a new cunt, Jan sighed with satisfaction and remembered the oft repeated warnings he had received on several different occasions, not to be in too much of a hurry.
Fortunately Ursula's sympathetic emission, on being told of Jan's trouble, had served partially to lubricate the passage, and now when he slowly pushed the swollen knob in and out a short distance, a further seeping of the juice was induced. But Jan was too worked up for this slow fucking, and he began to quicken his strokes, although he was careful not to thrust too deeply. Thus it was that hardly three inches of his prick penetrated her cunt before there was a mighty rush of sperm shooting from the throbbingly distended head, and Ursula could feel it splashing on her womb.
Tenderly she pressed her soft lips against his forehead, glad to relieve his pressing need. It was true that she also derived some pleasure from this short, hurried fuck, for the friction brought about by that stiff prick had made her come at least twice, with a very pleasant, tickling effect. But it also brought a vague feeling of disappointment, and a wish that Ricky could be the one who had fucked her; Then Jan turned his head and warmly glued his panting lips to hers. During this interim, Ursula could feel his prick slowly diminishing in its wet receptacle, and she felt just the least bit reluctant for it to slip out of the sheath. Exercising the muscles of her cunt, she gave the staff a tender little squeeze.
There was a throbbing response as the head hardened slightly, and when again that inciting pressure encircled the staff, almost unconsciously Jan gave a push. With Ursula dreamily thinking of Ricky, Jan began screwing her again, each stroke somewhat deeper, as amply lubricated his prick sought the depths of her cunt. Ursula felt the rod growing hotter and hotter as it weaved in her slit, until an itching desire came to her also.
Jan was now fucking with all the art and finesse of which he was capable, for his first overwhelming desire was partially satisfied, and now he could pay attention to technique. His prick was driven slowly, but with plenty of force, so that at the end of the stroke, six inches of it were crowded in Ursula's tender flesh. When the blunt end touched her womb, the staff was convulsively squeezed, as if by a hand, though her warm flesh was infinitely more exciting than any hand. As the plunges continued with some acceleration, the friction heated her cunt so that she began a wriggling motion of her bottom along with that voluptuous compression that incited Jan to a still faster fucking.
Ursula was a little ashamed that a mere boy like Jan could make her come and she endeavored to hold back her tribute. As he rammed his prick home with those short, hard strokes, his juice streamed in her cunt, but Ursula a few seconds after the first spurt of semen felt an itching sting of desire, so that she let go, too, clasping his hips with her long legs as with lascivious, twisting motions of her buttocks she worked around his prick.
