Decidedly, there is no woman in the world who is more of a nymphomaniac then Collette. She has participated in all the vices and evil practices, and indulges in all the debauchery. And yet there is no more seductive, fresh and sweet a face than hers, no more exquisite body, young and virginal, nothing more perfect than her attire and her attitude.
No Place For a Lady
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It was the year 1900, and it was early spring in the China of the Dowager Empress. The foreign consulates along the Street of the Dragon bustled with diplomatic activity, but there were few who suspected what the wily old woman who sat on China's throne was fomenting against them and all their kith and kin.
For she had long chafed under the pressure and the greediness of the 'foreign devils,' and her ministers and generals had sympathized with her and urged her to bide her time until a potent army could be assembled to drive all the accursed whites from the great land they had usurped with their treaties and their soldiers.
In the Imperial Palace at Peking, at this very moment, General Wang was being granted an audience with the venerable and indomitable Tsu Hsi, before whom he had prostrated himself as she stared insolently down at him from a golden throne.
This formidable woman had been the consort of the Emperor Hsien-feng, who had died in 1861. She had given birth to his successor T'ung-Chih, who had died as a young child in the year of 1875. Following this, Tsu Hsi had made her nephew, Kuang-Hsu, emperor.
But because her nephew had consorted with the powers of the West, she had at last forced his abdication two years ago and was now direct ruler of all the and encompassed within the Great Wall. Even the treacherous Japanese had heard of and respected her powers, for the people adored her and her soldiers would willingly die for the honor of China in her service.
"Rise, Wang," she commanded in a shrill, piping voice. The burly general rose at last, his shaved head bowed before her, even his pigtail dangling in obeisance as he stretched out his arms toward her in token of complete submission to her divine will.
"Majesty, we have waited too long to drive these foreign devils from our soil," he declared.
"I know that as well as you do, Wang, but we have been helpless these past years. That weakling of a nephew whom I put upon the throne fawned over them. And do you not think that I, Dowager Empress of the Ch'ing Dynasty, have not wakened every morning since I ascended the Imperial throne with a sense of shame at my loss of face, at the loss of pride in our nation? Do you not think that I, more than you, detest and hate these white devils who mingle with us so freely and so contemptuously, considering us little more than barbarians? Yes, I agree, we should long ago have driven them back across the oceans, but my ministers have warned against aggression unless I could be certain of victory."
"That is why I have an begged audience with your Imperial Majesty this day," General Wang steadfastly avowed. "For now the time is ripe for revolt against those fat, pampered diplomats and their little armies, who think they have conquered all of China. Have I not told your Imperial Majesty that I was forming battalions of valorous soldiers who knew themselves to be protected against the bullets of the white devils?"
"I have heard such rumors, yes, Wang. But I must know the truth before I dare brook open warfare with these hated invaders of our precious land!" the Dowager Empress angrily riposted.
"Then be certain, Majesty, the moment is at hand. It has been my great honor to be chosen by the secret society I, Ho Chuan-and you have heard their name before this moment, I know."
"Yes, for these men have taken as their symbol the fists of righteousness and harmony. But are there enough of them to drive away the English, the French, the Italians, the Germans, the Austrians, the Russians and the Japanese, as well as the American troops stationed so arrogantly in my own beloved city of Peking?"
"Yes, Majesty. The Boxers-such as they are known to one another-number now well over thirty thousand troops, all armed with guns and swords, and they have been trained by two of my best commanders in the field."
"It is a goodly force, Wang. What I would not give to sit upon my throne and know that all the white devils have been driven away forever."
"So shall it be, if you but give the word, Majesty," General Wang fervently declared.
At this very moment when Tsu Hsi and her foremost general were plotting the overthrow of the whites in China, Jane Evans was wishing perhaps as desperately that her own malicious and sadistic employers would be banished forever from her life.
Her face crimson with shame, buried in her hands, she lay across the lap of Mathilda Hoskins, the dowdy, peevish wife of Matthew Hoskins, who held the rank of First Secretary to the British Consul. Her long muslin skirt and two petticoats had been fucked up beyond her slim waist, and her oval-shaped, provocatively firm buttocks were proffered to the gleaming eyes of her mistress, shielded only by a pair of white batiste panties, but that concealing material descended only to the knee hollows and were in vivid contrast with the black cotton stocking of her usual apparel.
Jane Evans was twenty-two, born to an impoverished family in Soho, England. Her older brother was in the British army, serving in Nepal, and she had run away from home at the age of seventeen when she could no longer stand her stepfather's lustful immodesties. There followed several jobs of meager wages and tyrannical employers, until at last the employment agency with whom she was registered sent her to the elegant house of Matthew Hoskins.
He was about to be appointed First Secretary to William Dougald, the British Consul, in Peking. Jane heard this news with joy, believing that once she had left England, she might begin a new life ... and so she had, but it was hardly the sort of life for which she had so passionately hoped.
For although Matthew Hoskins was courteous and proper in his demeanor to her, his wife, Mathilda, contrived a venomous spite for the lovely young maid and lost no time in governing Jane Evans as one might govern an errant, naughty child. Two weeks after she had been engaged, Jane learned this, when, to her consternation, Mathilda Hoskins summoned her to her sitting room and there harangued her over her laziness, her slipshod way with domestic chores, and then went so far as to accost the astonished young lady with the false accusation that Jane was 'Setting your cap for my husband, I'll be bound, and I'll have none of it, d'you hear me, Missy?' When Jane had tried to protest this unjust charge, Mathilda Hoskins had threatened her with immediate dismissal and a bad letter of reference, which would have meant virtual starvation for the unfortunate young girl.
In return for permitting her to accompany the family to China, Mathilda Hoskins exacted a fearful price at the cost of Jane's pride and modesty-a sound bare bottom smacking with the open hand, exactly as one might give a naughty child, and perverted sex acts Jane had never even imagined existed.
Jane had endured this humiliating thrashing, though it was not quite so painful as the strappings which her stepfather had given her, because of her belief that once in China, her lot would be better.
But if anything, it had worsened, and now on this April morning in the year of 1900, Jane Evans, her buttocks flinching with anguished anticipation, her face covered with her trembling hands, awaited the dreadful moment when the fat imperatrix would tug down her panties and, after first administering a noisy and stinging hand-spanking on Jane's naked posterior, oblige the unfortunate young woman to go fetch the huge leather dildo out of the closet and then take position over the Chesterfield to receive a dildo fuck from behind.
Holding her smarting buttocks, upon which the pink marks of Mathilda's pummeling could be seen, Jane did as told and retrieved the leather fucker from the closet. It was monstrous, about ten inches, and Jane had experienced the huge fake prick in all her orifices in the hands of the dominating matron.
"So, after my husband, are you?" Mathilda would often accuse as she readied the huge leather organ to penetrate Jane's soft, tender pussy petals. "Well, he won't be having any of this, because it is all mine," the closet lesbian would say. Jane would vehemently deny the accusation, but Mathilda always insisted on punishing her for this unproven charge.
On this particular occasion, Mathilda's cunt was all afire from the spanking she gave to Jane and instead of dildo fucking the maid, she wanted the maid to do it to her. So she summoned the girl to kneel before her, dildo in hand, and begin the process by worshipping at her feet. Jane bent, in obedience, and kissed the top of Mathilda's shoe. And, knowing by now what it was that pleased the overweight First Secretary's wife, Jane slowly worked her way past the shoe, and kissed the fat ankles, then the knees, licked behind the knee, from atop the black cotton stocking, and twisting her body around lifted Mathilda's full skirts and kissed her way up to her wide behind.
"That's right Jane," the dowdy matron moaned, beginning to spread open her own legs from that standing position. "Give it to me good and I wont have to spank you. You know what I want."
Jane continued to kiss the upper thighs, caressing the bulbous layers of fat as she proceeded, and then placed her two soft hands beneath the band of Mathilda's bloomers and pulled down her underwear. A shiver ran up Mathilda's spine as she anticipated the pleasures of young Jane's tongue running over her swelling cunt and licking her good between the legs and in her ass-hole, readying her for a fuck with the big black dildo.
With the bloomers off, Mathilda, her legs spread open, pulled Jane's hair and pushed her face into the burning, mature cunt. Jane, gasped for air as she was hit with the strong musky scent of Mathilda's private parts, but she knew that pleasuring the woman would at least save her hide from any more beatings.
"Take all my clothes off, Jane, and love me all over," the half delirious matron called out. And Jane rose to remove the woman's dress, her corset and girdle and slips, so that Mathilda then stood there, naked, except for the black stockings and garters and shoes. Jane observed the woman's fat body, the huge breasts that hung down near her belly, the swelled middle-fat with too much food and drink-and the plump legs with the fat on the inner thigh that wiggled when Mathilda walked.
To make this easier on herself, Jane imagined something beautiful to behold in Mathilda, so that she could fain some sort of passion and get through the sexual ordeal. She decided to focus on Mathilda's cunt, and look at the fat cunt lips, and the fold after fold of inner flesh, as a sexy, beautiful part of the older woman.
She laid Mathilda on the bed, and began tantalizing her by taking one breast, with the huge, brown nipple into her mouth and sucking it, and then the other breast. Mathilda moaned. "That's right, make my cunt all wet by sucking my titties, you little slut; my cunt is beginning to tingle."
Jane continued to caress her boobies, to suckle and play with them, and then she kissed her way down the fat stomach, and toward the dark pubic mound, a bit worn with time, but still hot for a fuck. Having gone unnoticed by her husband for so long, the woman's cunt was as hot and wet as one who had endured years of yearning, but had been deprived of fucking. So by the time Jane's kissing mouth got close to the older cunt, Mathilda spread herself wide open for the probing tongue and pulled Jane's head close into her hungry snatch.
Jane licked her way through the fat pussy folds, up and down, then found her way to the opening. She parted the juicy folds with two thumbs and entered it with her tongue, pressing inward with deep, stimulating licks. Mathilda, now acting like an animal in heat, was pressing Jane's face against her cunt so hard that the girl could barely breathe.
Jane, reaching a hand up to the mounds of tit flesh, began to play with a nipple bud as she simultaneously sucked Mathilda's clit bud, and this loosened the woman up so she let go her grasp of Jane's head. Then, pressing toward her bottomhole with one finger and nudging the fat legs back even further, Jane gained access to Mathilda's ass-hole and darted her wet tongue around the rim of the orifice, finally jabbing it with a deep tongue thrust that sent Mathilda through the roof with pleasure.
"Fuck me now," she demanded. "Get out that wonderful cock and pretend you are my husband."
Jane rose from her position between Mathilda's legs and removed her own skirts, revealing the lovely milky thighs beneath. She took the leather schlong, strapped it into its harness, and, pressing the prick against her pubic bone so that it stood out like an erect penis, she fastened it in back, careful not to pinch at her sore behind. Mathilda, her cunt wet, dripping with juice and wide open, laid there to receive the huge leather dildo as if she were in heaven. She began to fantasize that Jane was her neglectful husband, ramming himself into her hot cunt after a long period of absence.
"Oh Matthew," she moaned, "Oh, Matthew, darling, that's it, fuck me with that huge, hard cock. It's so hard for me, darling. I must excite you." She then grabbed Jane's lovely face in between two fat hands and kissed her deeply, soulfully, her tongue spilling into the younger woman's mouth, as Jane pumped the horny matron with the makeshift manhood.
Jane reached down and worked one finger over to Mathilda's swollen clit bud, wanting to make her come fast so that this exercise would end sooner. She found the swollen love bud, and pressed it hard, knowing that Mathilda liked it that way-a little rough, and always hard, because it always pressed the come right out of her.
Jane began to rub it furiously, as Mathilda pumped her fat hips against Jane's dildo equipped pubis, and it was clear that the fat woman was close to a come. Jane rubbed the clit without ceasing, tantalizing her, pressing the button which would open the flood gates of Mathilda's orgasm, ending this sex session so that Jane could be done with the ritual. It was an act she detested, but put up with because she knew that this would distract Mathilda from knowing the truth-that she did hunger for Matthew Hoskins, secretly believing he could somehow save her from the awful fate of being at the hands and mercy of his wife.
As Jane began to have her own fantasy of fucking Matthew, her pussy lips swelled up with excitement. And she imagined him coming in, right now, and seeing the two of them, pulling Jane off his fat wife, removing the dildo from her body strap, and gently parting the pretty thighs and finding his way to the juicy folds of her cunt. He would bend over, gaze at and toy with the pussy folds, and then lightly kiss the distended clit bud, sending a shiver up Jane's spine and putting a tingle in her ass-hole.
And he would force his wife to watch as he gingerly gamahuched the lovely young maid, licking her cunt, and sipping her love juices as if they were a fine wine. His tongue would explore every inch of her lower parts, his hands and fingers would spread and open the orifices, and his mouth would suck in the sex flesh and taste it. He would tell her, "Your cunt is so delicious that I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner."
Mathilda, watching this, would be forced to finish off her own burning cunt with her hands and fingers, and masturbate herself to an orgasm, while Jane would be pleasured by the handsome man, who, when he completed the glorious gamahuching, would rise from the lovely lithe body, gaze at all of her flesh with a great sense of pride and step out of his pants, revealing a fine, hard, and hugely swollen cock which he would tell her, in that moment, "is all yours."
His wife would lean back in sexual agony and watch as he lay back down on the bed, lifted himself over Jane, and guided his erect missile toward the mark-Jane's juice-filled cunt. The head would find its way to the opening of the hole, and with his cock firmly in hand, he'd nudge it inward, until the head pressed forward, passing through the opening gates of her Goddess-like snatch and then traveling even deeper toward her womb.
Jane, her legs open wide to greet the welcome visitor, would then wrap both thighs around Mathew's tight buns and pull him in closer and closer, until her cunt was swallowing his beautiful prick whole. And he'd fuck her, slowly at first, then picking up speed, and she could feel his pubic mound rub against her clit as he smacked back and forth, in and out, of her cunt and the tit illation was bringing her close, so close, to exploding with his cock deep inside her.
Her pussy muscles began to twitch and she wiggled to greet his thrusts as she felt herself falling, falling, falling into the most exquisite explosion. She could feel the juices explode in her, and drip out as waves of contractions overcame her entire being. And just as she squeezed the last ounce of jism from her twat, she realized that she was still atop of Mathilda, who was now in deeply ecstatic contortions herself, coming and coming all over the black dildo. Jane, in the meantime, had been swept into the fantasy. She had fucked Matthew's fat wife, and made her come, while fantasizing it was he who was fucking her as Mathilda looked on. This made the tortuous sex demands of Mathilda much more tolerable, and even enjoyable.
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Even as Jane Evans agonizingly steeled herself to receive chastisements from the hand of her seemingly sadistic, dowdy employer, as well as the woman to woman lovemaking foisted upon her, there was another scene of correction taking place in the great city of Hanchow that was destined to be linked intangibly with Jane Evans' relatively innocuous ordeal.
Li Woo, the fat and depraved magistrate of that flourishing Chinese city, had only this morning received an unexpected visitor whom he had not seen for the past twenty years. His majordomo had deferentially entered his bedroom, coughed politely behind his hand and looked away so as not to see Li Woo being diligently attended by one of his young concubines. He had come in to tell Li Woo his old friend and compatriot Guey Wong had arrived. The girl was Mei Lin,, purchased from her parents when she was a child, and pampered and well fed so that she might attain her womanhood in full possession of those feminine charms the sadistic old mandarin found so irresistible when he had need for feminine companionship and erotic fulfillment.
Wakeing, he had found the girl sleeping on a mat on the floor beside his luxurious bed, and, clapping his hands, at once ordered her to draw away the sheets from his august person and perform the act of fellatio on him.
It did not take long to arouse his savage passions.
Only a few moments after Mei Lin had obediently begun to suck the enormous glans of his prick and to tickle his balls with her delicate fingertips, Li Woo had sat up, leaned forward over the charming, nubile young girl and, clamping her neck with the grip of his pudgy left hand, had begun to playfully smack her upturned, jutting and sizably plump round bottom-cheeks with the flat of his right hand to encourage her in the libidinous task.
She took his hardened, six inch cock deeply into her mouth, sucking him so hard that Woo wilted with delirious passion. She used her hands to rub his manhood with long, stimulating strokes and as she did this, pulled the cock even deeper, almost to the back of her throat. The magistrate, aware of the presence of his majordomo, ignored the young man and instead allowed the concubine to take total sexual control of his cock.
He continued to swat her bottom and pinch and squeeze the fleshy cheeks, as she continued to suck him to the balls in a fashion that began a series of orgasmic spasms to swell within the belly and groin of her fat, horny master.
The servant looked on as the magistrate's eyes began to roll to the back of his head as he came ever-so-close to the final crisis. Stupidly, the manservant cleared his throat, and distracted the cock-sucking girl; she moved her head very suddenly, and as she did, the magistrate's seed spilled all over her cheek and hand. Quickly regaining her stride, she placed her mouth back down on the climaxing cock. But her master was angry that she missed the bulk of his jism load and he pushed her off the bed in haste.
Annoyed, he looked toward his manservant, demanded a towel to clean off his own semen, and then allowed the man to speak.
"Guey Wong has arrived, Magistrate," said the majordomo.
"Show him the most elegant and embracing of treatment," the fat magistrate commanded, wiping the drips of come from his belly. "Give him to the hands of my most beautiful and sexually accomplished girls."
What the charming young concubine didn't know, as she lay in a heap on the floor, sobbing, was that she would find herself the piece de resistance in a bizarre erotic orgy which would begin with her initiation to a wild side of sex, not only for the gratification of Li Woo's old friend of many years, but also in a kind of symbol of the victory over the hated "white devils" whom the fat magistrate yearned to punish for their crime against Mother China and the Dowager Empress. So it was, also, that the stooped, frail beggar-like Guey Wong found himself welcomed like a long-lost brother, taken to the most ornate of guest rooms of the magistrate's palatial dwelling, and there bathed and anointed with sweet-smelling salves by two delicious young concubines and given a brilliant silken robe on which was sewn the symbol of the dragon and of the clutched fist, side by side. Then Guey Wong was obsequiously urged to gratify the household of the master with his worthy presence, and in the huge sitting room of Li Woo, he was made to recline at his ease on a pile of cushions while two pretty young girls fed him sweetmeats and offered him rice wine. Woo, the Mandarin of Hanchow, lolled in a wicker throne on the dais, impatiently awaiting the news which Guey Wong had come so far to bring him.
They had been students many years ago, and then Guey Wong had become a peddler, tramping through the farm villages in Northern China, while Li Woo had gone on to become an illustrious mandarin who sat in judgment over criminals brought before him in the province of Henchu and then finally the great city of Hanchow. Guey Wong had come from the far north and he had heard many stories of the gathering wrath against the white devils who must be driven out of China if the land were to survive. And then remembering how illustrious a success his old student colleague had achieved, he had made his way to Li Woo's dwelling not only to renew old friendship, but also to tell the mighty mandarin that all was in readiness for the uprising against the foreigners.
Li Woo had smiled and clapped his hands. At this summons, a squat young woman in silk jacket and trousers, her feet sandaled, had emerged and prostrated herself before him. "Soo Fa, you and your sister are going to give sport to my worthy friend Guey Wong and to me, your noble master. You will bring the little bitch Mei Lin before us, and you will do with her as I command."
Soo Fa's dark eyes glittered with a delicious gleam. She shared her master's penchant for the torment of pretty young women, since her own taste was Lesbian-attuned, and very often, after a victim had been well spanked and whipped for the Mandarin of Hanchow, Soo Fa and her equally cunt-loving younger sister, Ma Loo, took their own perverse pleasure with the helpless victim who did not dare complain of such odious gamahuching and cunt-rubbing lest she endure an even more frightful torture at their hands.
"To hear is to obey, Master!" Soo Fa eagerly exclaimed. Then, rising, she bowed her head again to the old peddler and then disappeared from the sitting room.
Li Woo chuckled obscenely as he nodded toward his old friend: "I pray your indulgence, my dear comrade. The skin of this wretched concubine has an unhealthy pallor, very much like that of those detested white devils. Well then, she shall represent for us, in a kind of sexual pageant, all the accursed females of those white tyrants who have overrun our beloved country and who will soon atone for their vile crimes against her glorious Imperial Majesty, Tsu Hsi."
"Now that is good, my old friend! Oh, what I would not give to sit on the tribunal with you, lowly though I be, and render prompt and proper justice against those villainous dogs who have come here by stealth and trickery with all their treaties and their diplomats, taking away our land and abusing our people, calling us barbarians when their own culture is not much better than that of the monkeys in the trees outside the village of Kwan-jon!" the old peddler enthusiastically agreed.
The fat mandarin smiled again. "Never fear, it may be that you will sit upon that tribunal after all, if those glorious sons of the clutched fist receive the awaited signal to strike with all their power against the foreign devils!"
"To that I drink with joyous hopes, my good old friend," Guey Wong exclaimed as he lifted the exquisite and priceless jade cup into which the fragrant rice wine had been poured, and downed it with a greedy gulp. Then the cup nearly dropped from his fingers, for through the curtained entry into this great sitting room came the two Chinese women. With them was the Chinese bond slave Mei Lin, who was naked save for her dainty sandals and her thick black hair which was unbound and floating in a thick swathe down to her chinkbone. In truth, the pallor of her fine-grained bare skin made her seem at first glance a Caucasian, and Guey Wong's eyes glittered with lust. He had been flouted during the past few years by many a white devil, and he shared the mandarin's hatred of all members of their accursed breed.
"Now you shall see, my dear old friend," the fat mandarin chuckled, "how I shall teach this naughty little bitch to be more respectful of my honorable manhood."
"Oh, reverend master, have pity!" the girl tearfully entreated as she forced herself down on her knees between the two tormentresses, each of whom grasped a slender wrist to maintain her. "I swear I did not do it on purpose! I was stunned by your majordo-mo's interruption. I did not mean for your cock to fall from my mouth. Do not have me whipped! Oh, I cannot bear the whip!"
"But who spoke of the whip?" the mandarin mockingly pacified her. "I would not shred your tender skin. But you shall be sexually tantalized with the knotted silken cords, and on the tenderest parts of your body, as a lesson to teach you in the future that as you have made me suffer sexually and have caused discomfort in my private parts, so shall you be made to endure discomfort in yours. By the end of this session, you will beg to be fucked. And you will know the pain of sexual deprivation!" Then, his face hardening with anticipatory cruelty, he clapped his hands brusquely, "Soo Fa and Ma Loo, catch her by the ankles from the pulley ropes, and bind each little finger and each toe with fine silken cords to those solid rings set into the middle of the floor."
"As you command, honored master," Soo Fa hissed, her lips curved in a rictus of sexually sadistic joy. She and her sister then abandoned the naked young Chinese girl, who lay on the floor with her arms outstretched toward her master in humble petition, and the women busied themselves lowering the two strong hempen cords from the ceiling until they were at about the level of their own waists. This done, each of the Chinese torturesses now squatted down, grasped one of Mei Lin's ankles, and bound it tightly with one of the cords. Soo Fa then went back to the wall and turned the small windlass which controlled the cords; with a shriek of terror Mei Lin felt herself being lofted from the floor until she hung head downwards, stretching out with her slim young arms in a desperate attempt to touch the floor and thus maintain some security with the earth. While she was in that position, one of the sisters also clamped her wrists, but she was left to hang there like a bat.
Ma Loo now proceeded to tie a fine but strong silken cord around each of the girl's little fingers and toes and made the other ends fast to solid iron rings set into the floor about a yard apart. Then she rose, and moved back to contemplate her handiwork. As for Guey Wong, he uttered a gasp of admiration, for indeed, the tableau was eminently exciting to all his own lustful penchants.
Though only eighteen, Mei Lin already possessed a magnificent maturity of curves, particularly in those of her bottom and titties. Her breasts were solid and round, widely spaced, and crowned with delicate soft pink-hued tips set in the centers of narrow coral aureoles. The placement of the ceiling ropes was a yard apart, and thus she was observed hugely straddled, with every possible access to her sexual parts. Soft ringlets of black delicious pussy hair fleeced her love mound, framing the delicate pink lips which, thanks to the distension of her naked legs, gaped in a kind of lewd invitation. And she had been placed so that the front of her body was turned toward the Mandarin of Hanchow.
"Watch now, my dear old friend," Li Woo solicitously urged, "to see how expertly my two skilled assistants can administer a session of sexual tantalization and torture. I assure you that Mei Lin will feel the pangs of lust as if they were the pangs of a thousand cuts!"
Hearing this ominous threat, the unfortunate naked young girl redoubled her sobs, jerking and squirming frantically in her bonds. Her gyrations provided libidinous fare for the greedy eyes of Guey Wong, who feasted his gaze on the surging muscles of her velvety, straddled thighs, and convulsive wrigglings of her hips and belly, and the obscene yawning of her pink soft cunt.
The old peddler peered at the gaping cunthole, and felt his cock ache with the deepest of desires. It was hard, and pressed through his clothing. When his friend the mandarin noticed this protrusion, he smiled at his old buddy and assured: "We'll take fine care of that here, so don't you worry about the natural expression of manhood you will be propelled toward today." The two men shared a hardy laugh and looked on at the proceedings.
Meanwhile, Soo Fa went to the teakwood chest at the foot of the dais and from it removed several thin strands of silken cord, a long pearl necklace and a set of large silver Ben Wah balls. The two men continued to spoke from the opium pipe and chat of old times; Guey Wong's eyes kept wandering back to the body of the Chinese girl, which he studied with sexual interest, looking at every opening in her body and imagined he might be gifted with an opportunity to stuff his aching cock into one of her holes-her mouth, her pussy, her ass-any would do for he was so stimulated.
At this point, the devious lesbian sisters approached the upside down Mei Lin, and, taking hold of her lower back and arms, Ma Loo began to raise her upward as her sister Soo Fa cranked the pulley on the heavy ropes and raised the girl in such a way that her feet and arms were at an equal level. A thick strap to support her back was rigged underneath of her body.
So her arms and legs were spread wide apart, and her fingers and toes were tied with sensual Chinese silk cord, and her back was supported in such a way that her cunt and ass sloped over the side of the strap, offering her juicy parts for in depth viewing and access.
Once again, the peddlers prick stiffened with the sight of the beautiful girl suspended in this contraption-which placed its prisoner in comfort, but allowed total access to the body from any position.
"Oh, what exquisite and imaginative work!" Guey Wong gloated, fixing his eyes on the gaping pink cunt of Mei Lin, who all this while awaited her torment. She could feel the air on her wide open cunt and was more comfortable now that her body was suspended in a level fashion.
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Oh, what a marvel! But I am longing to see them both proceed now, even if it is so simple a punishment," the peddler cried.
"And so you shall," the mandarin chuckled. Then, clapping his hands, he called out, "Let the fun begin, but take care not to hurt Mei Lin's fine body; I wish to hear her cry out exquisitely in all the tones of the flute in the forest under the summer wind! I wish the ordeal prolonged to the utmost, do you understand, women?"
"To hear is to obey, oh master," Soo Fa greedily retorted.
Soo Fa approached Mei Lin and, with silken cord in hand, moved toward the girls small, lovely breasts. She eagerly took one small, pink nipple bud in hand, lowered her head and mouth, and very lightly flicked and licked the precious bud, causing a sensation to run through Mei Lin's tits to her loins. Soo Fa moved to the other side of the suspended girl, and took in hand the left breast, and flicked and licked that one as well. The sexual commotion was already stirring in Mei Lin and the men watched as her hips bounced across the suspended belt beneath her, and how the thighs were beginning to twitch.
The lesbian sex torturer now took to the titty bud with her teeth, applying slow, gentle, biting motions to the nipple, sending waves of wild passion through the recipient of the exotic torture, until the juice of excitement began to literally drip from Mei Lin's hot pussy hole. She began to moan and groan, as her body convulsed, moving this way and that, pulling at the pulley strings, causing her floating body to bounce around in the air.
Soo Fa had no mercy and took to the task of administering even finer, sharper, more exquisite bites to the tender pink buds and this sent the girl into sexual spasms.
Guey Wong's cock was so hard upon seeing this that he felt that it would burst through his loin cloth. His eyes were glued to the dripping cunt before him, the liquid love juices pouring onto the floor as the passion flooded the girl's very being.
"She flicks the nipple so exquisitely, so lightly," Guey Wong observed to his friend. "Look at how that beautiful pussy drips with juices. It must feel like quite an exquisite torture."
"Indeed it is," said the mandarin with a gleam in his eye, his own cock beginning to stand on end at the sight of his favorite concubine's gaping cunt dripping with such vital juice, making her pussy ripe for a randy cock. "But there is much more, you will see."
With that, he clapped his hands and motioned for Ma Loo to approach the girl, tool in hand. She proceeded over to the suspended naked body and as the sister continued to drive Mei Lin quite wild with desire while nipping, licking and biting the pink breast buds, the other lesbian went straight to the sweet, open pussy-hole, which was just waiting to be filled with something.
Mei Lin, who had been moaning softly throughout this first segment of exotic pleasure, became louder and wilder when she felt Ma Loo standing between her legs and oh-so-gently prying apart the juice-filled cunt hole. A shiver ran through her, and again the legs and hips twisted about, making her body bounce in the contraption, her pussy-hole seeming to be wider and wetter with every movement.
Ma Loo bent her head toward the now aching, swollen pussy and gently kissed the lips. "Please, lick the clit," Mei Lin began to beg. "Oh please, Master, have her lick my clit. This is such sweet torture, I can't endure that much more."
"No requests from you," the mandarin snapped at the girl. "Your cunt is our possession right now and Ma Loo has something special in mind, I can see."
Ma Loo, for the sake of the tease, bent and licked the engorged, reddened clit with one, fast tongue movement and pulled away, which made Mei Lin press up, wanting to push her pussy into the other woman's face. "Ohhhh," she moaned. "Oh, my cunt is on fire."
With that, the cunt-loving lesbian parted the cunt-hole with a contraption that fastened to the inner part of the lip, spread the hole wide open, and clamped to the top of the thigh. It caused a great sensation of openness-an overwhelming sensation of openness-and thus, Mei Lin found herself feeling spread to the point of being desperate to have something inside her, kissing the inner sanctum of her cunt.
Ma Loo stepped back so she could admire the bright pink opening, and gaze at the mushy female parts, exposed, open, waiting for the next sexual move. The cunt juice was still dripping from the girl, even running down toward the pink puckered ass-hole.
"Let us see," Li Woo commanded. He helped his friend Guey Wong up and walked with him to view the yawning pussy-hole up close. They observed the skillful way the contraption softly dug into the underside of the pussy rim, and how it so exquisitely opened and made accessible the darling aperture. As both men gazed at the inviting portal, you could see both cocks stood monstrously erect, pressing through their clothing.
Being the proper host, the magistrate offered his friend some relief, to be applied as he watched the continued display of sexual torture. Guey Wong, placing a hand on his distended organ, agreed with a pant and a sigh. He pulled his monstrously engorged manhood from its binding cloth home and casually showed it to his old friend.
"I've not been this hard since the old days," he said. "I would love to have one of your women play with it while I watch this wonderful show. Could she suck me off, as well?"
"Anything you choose, old friend," the mandarin assured. "As for me, I'll save this for my very favorite little cunt."
With that, they returned to their seats and within seconds a beautiful Chinese girl appeared, naked, her slim hips covered only by her knee length black hair. Guey Wong looked at the lovely face, then at the particularly large breasts and rested his eyes on the exquisitely fine, black pubic hair, which seemed to be shaved into a narrow fur line on her heart-shaped mound.
"You are welcome to inspect her before she begins her pleasure of you," Li Woo suggested, and with that, his horny friend pulled the girl to him, laid her down on the couch next to him and proceeded to look into all her orifices, feeling his cock swell even larger as he spread the legs, and the pussy lips, and peered into the slender cunt, with it's thin, elegant folds and very small cunthole. He pressed a finger into the tight sheath.
This one's a virgin, is she not," he said to his friend.
"Yes," Li Woo laughed, "just for you."
Guey Wong proceeded to explore, to look deeply into the virgin cunt, and then to spread open the soft ass cheeks and look upon the exquisitely tight aperture to the anal canal. He pressed a finger in there as well, to test the tightness, and decided perhaps he'd take the girl's cherry as he watched the sexual show before him, but for now he needed his cock caressed and toyed with. He would savor her caresses, knowing he had access to her virgin hole at any time.
He motioned the girl to bring her head down to his lap. He pulled his hard cock out and held the distended organ up so the girl could come down on the aching prick with her mouth.
He leaned back and put his hand on the silken hair and bobbed the head up and down on his swollen prick, pressing her in a sudden frenzy of excitement, almost wanting to shoot his load into her mouth right there and then. But looking up and seeing that the lesbian dominatrixes were proceeding with the exotic practices, he began again to pay rapt attention to the wide open body of Mei Lin, who, although she was not a virgin, had a far more splendid cunt, and fleshier, than the young woman who knelt now over his prick. He instructed her to only kiss and play with his prick for now, and decided to satisfy himself by fingering the virgin cunt hole as she did this. He positioned her by her butt up in the air, to his right, and as she kissed and played with him from a doggie style position, he allowed his middle finger to poke into the tiny love portal, making it wetter and wetter, and licking his fingers every so often to taste the virgin cunt juice and smell the pussy scent on his flesh.
Meanwhile, Soo Fa was still gently gnawing on the tender tits of Mei Lin, as her sister Ma Loo secured the contraption that held open the bright pink cunt as she prepared to fill the inner walls with a special surprise. She pulled a Ben Wah ball from the velvet sack. It was round and silver, about the size of a small egg, and she slipped it ever-so-slowly into the gaping hole before her, Mei Lin shuddered as the large-sized silver ball passed through the rim of her slit, and pressed inward against the sensitive matter, and up toward her swelling cervix and womb. Ma Loo then took another ball, this one smaller in size, and pressed it inward, directing it toward the left ovary, then another, same size, toward the right, causing a sweet sensation in Mei Lin's female organs. Then one more was removed from the bag and placed into the cunt, which was now swelling with excitement and filled up to the hilt with the balls.
"Now we will play a little game," said Ma Loo. "and it is your job to not drop any balls or we will have to whip you."
Mei Lin was wild with passion having her pussy filled with the cool, sensual Chinese sex balls. But with her cunt clamped open, she wasn't sure how she could hold the balls in. And she didn't know what was to happen to her next.
Before she could strike another thought, Ma Loo took one hand and placed it on Mei Lin's belly, right over the ovaries and near the location of three of the balls. And then she placed another hand under the strap that held Mei Lin up, holding her by the lower back, near the crack of her ass.
She very slowly and deliberately began to massage the lower belly and lower back, near the ass-hole, creating the most unimaginable pleasure inside the groin of the suspended girl. It felt like every one of her organs was being warmed, massaged, loved, and the experience started a serious sex fire inside her cunt.
But as Ma Loo soothingly rubbed closer to the anus, and moved her hand down even closer to the pubic mound, Mei Lin could feel that the lower ball was slipping and when she tried to squeeze tight her cunt muscles to pull it in, she was halted by the cunt-opening device that was attached to her hole.
And thus, the sweetest tortures commenced, as Mei Lin alternated between the deepest pleasure and the tortuous feeling that the ball was slipping from her cunt hole, only to discover that the lower part of her body was not the only part to receive such treatment.
Soo Fa, having completed the most intricate form of sensual torture of mouth to breast, was now raising the very thin silk cord to the pink nipple buds with the devious intention of tantalizing her prey even further.
At this point, Mei Lin was wracked with wild pleasure and as she fought to keep the Ben Wah balls in her cunt, she was thrashing her hips and clenching her cunt muscles down on the cunt-opening contraption in such a way that her pussy was being stretched open to the hilt, and spasms of obscene pleasures were shooting through her as she wriggled and moaned beneath the magnificent torture.
Just then, she could feel the thin silk being rubbed against her tit, and then another piece and another, as Ma Loo began to rub handfuls of silk cords deliciously across the bare breasts. Then resting the bunch on the soft belly, one cord was gently, slowly tied around the tiny nipple bud, and then pulled at and tested, to make sure it was secure. Then the second titty bud was tied. And the thin cord had the exquisite effect of tugging sensually on the nipple, pulling it pleasurably and twisting it tantalizingly, while at the same time biting into the tender buds ever so slightly.
"Master, would you like the honor of this?" Soo Fa suggested, offering the reins of the tit string to Li Woo, whose huge organ was now so distended, he could barely rise from his seat.
Guey Wong, who by now was heaving his great swollen prick into the mouth of the pleasure toy given him by his old friend, watched in absolute wonder as his friend waddled over to the scene, holding his swollen prick with one hand because it was so heavy with rut, and commenced pulling on the strings tied to Mei Lin's titties. Gently at first, he got a bit rougher, until the girl cried out and begged him to fuck her.
"Oh, master, please, please, please fuck me," she cried, the tears running down her cheek. "I am a ball of concentrated lust. Please save me, release me, relieve me."
He bent down to her ear, continuing to tug at the string, which had the effect of squeezing, pulling, and sweeping the nipples upward, away from the breast, and giving the feeling that they were being pinched off in the most delightful manner.
"This is your torture for not paying better attention to my needs," the magistrate whispered in her ear. "When I want to, I will take you down and ravage you in this state of rut, and you will be fucked in a way you never have, you lustful nymph, but not until I say I want that cunt for my own, and not until I tell you, you can open your cunt hole to my cock. Now, you are to open every orifice to these girls and their toys and I might even let them rub pussies with you when they're done," he was panting now, the heat of his breath warm against her neck and ear. And he knew this talk would serve to get her hotter, make her feel the desire in even greater pangs, and this was her torture for the insubordination of not lapping up every drop of his jism dew.
He continued to pull at the strings, creating the tantalizing effect, and watched as the beautiful girl writhed in the sheer agony of such intense sexual ecstasy.
"Oh master," she moaned, as he tugged on the string, and as Ma Loo continued her massage of her lower parts, now working directly on the outside of the cunt and ass-hole, causing a friction that rubbed the sex organs against the slippery Ben Wah balls. Mei Lin fought to hold them in, and then was faced with yet another challenge: Soo Fa, the long string of beads in her hands, was preparing to insert the pearls one by one into the pink rimmed, ever-so-tight ass-hole.
She worked at it from underneath, nudging her sisters massaging hand away enough to get at the anal aperture. Mei Lin flinched as she felt the fingers prying open the tight hole, and was powerless to resist the delicious warmth that swept through her anus as Soo Fa oiled it with a special sex oil and proceeded to press the first pearl past the tightening rim; the sphincter clenched in response, and this only served to tug on the distended cunt muscles, spreading the hole even more open, and clench down the first pearl, which felt now like a tiny invader in her behind.
Expertly, Soo Fa spread open the ass-hole again with an adept thumb and index finger, and pressed in the second and third pearl, massaging the opening in a sweet, sensual way as she did this and suddenly Mei Lin was beginning to feel her ass-hole filled to the brim with tiny pearls, which began to create a friction with the Ben Wah balls.
"Oh master, or master, I beg you please, this sweet torture I can no longer endure," she panted, moaned, pleaded. "Please fuck me, please!"
Still torturing her titties with the silken ties, the magistrate, almost weak from rut, motioned to Ma Loo to fill her anus with the beads, stuffing into the tiny opening as many pearls as would fit. With each one, Mei Lin could feel her ass being pried apart in the most exotic way.
Finally, all the tortures had been put into place and the mandarin and his two assistants teased the sexual parts of the suspended girl for what seemed like an eternity as her cunt and ass swelled with longing that made her desire male meat all the more, and her titties received such delicious attention that she wanted them sucked on either side and played with more fully.
One look at the engorged cunt and Guey Wong had reached the point of no return, for he was equally tortured by the experience; as he gazed at the hot red, swollen cunt lips, he could see the shiny silver Ben Wah balls up in her hole, and was intrigued by the sight of the pearls stuffed into her, with the remainder of the strand hanging out of her ass-hole, dangling down toward the floor. And he was tantalized by the sight of the little tit buds so expertly tied in silk.
He panted and groaned as his rut rose to an uncontrollable level, and even the mandarin was shocked by his sudden sex with the virgin, whose cunt was a hot, wet mass of female fuck meat waiting for its first cock. He suddenly hoisted the girl by her slim hips, lifted her over his humongously swollen prick, and pressed her virgin cunt right down on his distended pole. The young woman cried out as his weapon first stabbed her cherry, but she was so wet from all the fondling and fingering that the cock slid in with ease, and Wong continued to lift and lower the little flower on to his prick until he could feel the pent up passion about to explode and erupt inside of her juicy love canal. The feeling started at the base of his balls and shot right through his prick, and he seized one of her large bubbies in his mouth and sucked wildly on the titty as his sperm shot up into her in wild, uncontrollable spasms of lust. He pulled her downward, further, further, so as to ensconce his entire organ in her tight, wet cunt and pressed up to the hilt with his final spasm. With his rut released into the tight carnal canal, Guey Wong's head fell into the crevice between the two gigantic tits and rested for a moment.
Suddenly, applause was heard from across the room. "Bravo, old friend," said Li Woo, now grabbing hold of his own rut-filled prick. "That was a magnificent performance. Now watch this and it will get you hot all over. Next time, I'll give you a different girl!"
With that, Li Woo stood over his concubine, whose cunt was filled with Ben Wah balls, whose ass was pumped with pearls, whose titties were twirled with silken cord and whose fingers and toes were tied with silk as well. And, with the clap of a hand, five house boys with hugely erect cocks were paraded in and standing in front of the deliriously stimulated Mei Lin, the five simultaneously took hold of their own big pricks and began to masturbate themselves in front of the girl's eyes, and in her state of dire need for fucking, she was tortured by the sight of the five cocks-none of them being offered to her, and all of them so hard, so firm, so ready to fuck.
Her cunthole was red and wildly excited now and the mandarin too was getting ready to claim his prize after this long, arduous sexual torture. He bent over the concubine again and said "What do you want?"
"Please, please," she whimpered. "Please, oh please, you huge cock buried in me to the hilt. Oh please master, please fuck me."
Her body writhed and twitched in sexual torture and at that moment Soo Fa and Ma Loo grabbed, respectively, the cord that tied her toes and fingers, and began to pull and tug the tiny extremities, causing a great sensual feeling to shoot through her arms and loins.
They continued doing this as the houseboys, one by one, rubbed and massaged and jerked their big pricks until the jism began shooting across the room, some of it landing on Mei Lin's face. She moved her tongue to try to lick it off.
Li Woo bent to her ear once again. "This torture of you is now torturing me, you little slut, and now I am so deeply in rut that I must have that cunt. I will fuck you now, but as I said, not in any way you have ever known or imagined."
He snapped his fingers and the sisters knew just what to do. Ma Loo began to tug the pulley, so that Mei Lin's upper torso was lifted upward, pulling her into a sitting position, while Soo Fa adjusted the support strap beneath her butt, moving it to the underside of her thighs, so that her ass hung over it, and she was in a sitting position. Her cunt was still filled with Ben Wah balls and held open by the contraption that was placed there. And from the sitting position, the pressure was greater, and her cunt hole was held quasi-closed by her legs held close together.
The sisters began to tug up and down on the pulley so that Mei Lin was being bounced and she could feel the pull on all fingers, toes and her nipples, creating wild sensual ripples through her very being. The Ben Wahs were rubbing deeply against her organs, massaging her insides in a most delicious way. As she bounced, and as the silk cord pulled on her various body parts, her clit was rubbing between the swollen lips of her cunt and she felt herself on the edge of coming, when, just as she was obviously about to explode, the bouncing stopped, the movement stopped, and the orgasm stopped as she was left to dangle there.
Ma Loo then approached, spread open the thighs, and reached into the swollen pussy lips to retrieve the cunt-opener contraption that spread her so wide open. It slipped out, easily, through the juicy wet hole. Soo Fa, from behind, pulled Mei Lin backward, so that now her ass was well over the edge of the support strap and her cunt was spread open from the sitting position by Ma Loo, who fastened her thighs to a spread position from the front. Her cunt was widely accessible, and her ass-hole, still filled with pearls, was as well. Soo Fa bent under the suspended cunt and one by one plucked out the Ben Wah balls, which had been in so long they felt embedded. What was left was a swollen, red, slippery cunthole. And Mei Lin, shaking in anticipation, was now moaning in sensual delirium.
Guey Wong watched in amazement as his friend Li Woo sat in a specially designed chair that was rolled out to the center of where Mei Lin was suspended. He wore no clothes now, and his big swollen prick stood up from his lap like a tree trunk. His loins and balls were also swollen with rut.
Mei Lin watched as the chair was positioned precisely beneath her pussy and hungrily stared at the huge prick, beginning to pray silently that it was meant for her. And, with the go ahead from the mandarin, the shaking, sex-starved Mei Lin was slowly, tantalizingly lowered onto the huge swollen prick, brought right to the head of the cock, so that it could kiss the rim of her cunt without entering. This was, she assumed, the last act of torture before she would receive the mandarin's meat into the depths of her swollen, greedy cunthole.
Ma Loo and Soo Fa rocked her back and forth with the pulley strings, allowing her a millimeter closer to the cock with every motion but still too far to even insert the head. She burst out crying, and begged for her masters cock to be shoved deeply and quickly into her engorged groin openings. She could feel the head prodding inward, closer to the mark, and then, the cunthole being pried open by the hugely erect organ. Then the head, the beautiful purple, swelled head, was now beyond the rim of her cunt, moving toward the place where the Ben Wah balls had been. Then suddenly, the two lesbians lowered her shaking, twitching cunt onto the fully erect cock, and it was imbedded in her cunt. The cunt lips quickly closed around it, sucking it in. But they pulled her up quickly, leaving her hungry for the cock. As this was happening, the strings which held her toes, tits and fingers were gently being pulled until Li Woo, himself overcome with rut, set her nipple buds free so he could suck them. He bit the cord off with his teeth, spit it out, and took the titty fully into his mouth and sucked it, causing shivers of excitement for both he and the woman.
She whispered in his ear, "I will never hurt you sexually again, master, I will fulfill your wishes always. But please, oh please, I am in agony with lust and your huge, swollen cock is the only cure. Fuck me."
With that, the mandarin could not resist and ordered the sisters to lower the concubine fully onto his cock, and to begin the up and down motion that would allow them both to explode into pent up ecstasy. Li Woo sucked on the tit buds, and tongued the ripe mouth of his woman as his cock buried and reburied itself into the hot cunt which swelled in tightness so sweet that it sucked at his organ, clamping it to her.
Suddenly, he felt the jism swell from his balls and could no longer keep it in. Nor did he want to, so as Mei Lin moved in a frenzied pace up and down on his prick, he allowed himself to be swallowed by the deep, stirring spasms in his groin, while sucking her titties hard and aggressively.
Her pussy seemed to clamp down around his prick and pull him up into her womb, so he ordered the sisters to let go of the pulley strings. Thus, Mei Lin was lowered onto his cock, and with the huge swollen ramrod buried into her up to the hilt, she rubbed her pussy in such a way that her clit set off the cunt explosion, and then, the cock explosion, as the stiff manhood was surrendered to the swollen twat. Just as she was coming Li Woo pulled the pearls out of her ass-hole, one pearl at a time, thus creating a wild feeling of excitement and eroticism in the girl.
The two of them came loudly as the violent, unbridled lust raged through their loins, their very beings, and they rubbed and pumped pussy to prick until the last drops of male and female jism spilled out in sublime satisfaction after the long torturously sensual game.
-4-
"Now, Mei Lin, do you think you have learned your lesson?" the mandarin demanded as he contemplated the shuddering nakedness of his favorite young concubine.
"Ohhh, ahhh, y-y-yes, m-master, I will never offend your cock again, I swear by the Lord Buddha!" the young girl sighed plaintively.
"I shall pardon you, unless, of course, my honored guest desires to witness how an errant slave can be a fucking machine," the mandarin half jokingly observed. Turning back to Guey Wong, he blandly inquired, "Are you satisfied, my good old friend?"
Not wishing to show greediness, the gray-haired peddler hesitated a moment, but the shifting of his eyes and the nervous licking of his lips told the mandarin that Guey Wong yearned to witness still more wild sex, or perhaps, even better, to participate in it again. With a crafty smile creasing his fat mouth, he therefore resumed, "It is true that she is comely, dear old friend. And I should not be worthy of my station in life as your host if I did not offer you pleasure with this little slut. That is to say, if her ugliness does not offend you?" The mandarin chuckled, and patted the hot-pussied Mei Lin on the backside.
"Oh, no, Li Woo, she is quite passable, I assure you," the peddler hastily exclaimed. For indeed his prick was monstrously swollen again from the lustful excitement roused by witnessing that charming pale skinned body writhing and squirming as Li Woo's cock embedded itself into her cunt. And even as he spoke, his eyes devoured the sight of those angrily red, inflamed cunt-lips which formed the love trough into which his goaded weapon longed to bury itself. His friend's jism was still dripping from her cunt.
"Ah, I have it!" the mandarin cried. "Since my little slut has been punished for the clumsiness of her mouth, shall we not see now whether she has profited from the good lesson? Shall I order her to suck your manhood, by old friend, that we may both learn whether she has been able to overcome her clumsiness?"
"That would be a blessing and delight, Li Woo!" Guey Wong gasped feverishly. His prick was now swelled into a huge, full erection and he felt he might come just from the touch of the lovely Mei Lin.
"Bring cushions for my friend!" the mandarin commanded the two young concubines, who hastened to obey, and, at his bidding, placed them just in front of the still suspended naked sufferer. "There now, Guey Wong, seat yourself at your ease, and we will lower her from suspension, for your pleasure."
Guey Wong positioned himself directly under the dripping cunt and a pearl of semen splashed on his cheek.
"Oh, sorry about that old friend, let us clean her up for you," Li Woo said.
"No, I'll do it," Guey Wong insisted and, handed a cloth, he carefully wiped the other man's sperm from her charming cunt, and washed away the majority of juices that had built up during this torture session. In doing so, he found himself drawn to taste and tongue the wide open cunt, as it seemed so novel to eat a woman's pussy while she's suspended over your face.
He glanced at his friend, seeking his approval.
Ah, you want to gamahuche first, do you?" the mandarin said. "Well of course. We can lower that lovely snatch right onto your face if you like."
Guey nodded in glee, feeling his organ swell as Soo Fa lowered the spread open cunt of Mei Lin onto Wong's awaiting tongue.
The pussy came down, rubbed against his nose, and then was expertly lowered right onto his tongue, which he extended outward, with his head bent back. He licked the opening, then went deeper, fully enjoying the hot pink swelling and still-wet environment of her femaleness. He placed his hands on the opening of the lips and spread them apart, surveying with his eye the way a few strands of cunt hair existed on the rim of the pussy lips, and led so thrillingly to the black, silky bush of cunt hair on her mound. He parted the wet hole, spreading it far apart, and plunged his tongue into her depths, eliciting a moan from Mei Lin.
He then placed his head all the way back, resting on his shoulders, tongue upward, and hands still parting the beautiful cunt that sat on his face. Taking the cue, the sisters both vigorously lowered and lifted the open-cunt girl onto his tongue, and off again, down onto his fat tongue and off, which provided Mei Lin with the exquisite feeling of fullness again in having her cunt spread open and stuffed.
But Guey Wong had something else in mind, and slightly tilted his head, and the girl's position, with his hands, and spread open the tiny ass-hole. Now his tongue was diving deep into the crinkly aperture and tongue fucking her tight ass-hole with wild passion as her ass was lowered and lifted off his tongue. This drove Mei Lin wild with frenzied passion and she moaned so loudly that the servants in rooms away could hear the sounds of pleasure.
Guey Wong, desiring to cause her great feeling, placed one finger atop the hardened clit bud and pressed and rubbed her until the creamy dew of her emission fell from within. His tongue was way up in her ass-hole as she came. He took it out to revisit her cunthole just to lick out the creamy come from within the inner sanctum of her slash.
Lapping up the last of the creamy dew from Mei Lin's cunt, Guey Wong wiped his lips and looked at his friend, indicating he was ready to have his sword sucked upon by the lusty girl.
"This time, we will really put her cock sucking to the test," said Li Woo, motioning to the sisters to rearrange Mei Lin's position so she once again would dangle from her feet. "Darling Mei Lin, this will be your first upside down blow job," he laughed.
The sisters did as told, and the naked sex slave was upside down, her legs spread apart at the ankles, thus providing a still delicious view into the grotto of love between her legs, and leaving her buttocks in plain view.
"You will find those cushions place you on a level with her pretty mouth," Li Woo said. "As for you, Mei Lin, to remind you of the necessity of deft and servile compliance at all times, Soo Fa and Ma Loo will stimulate you to greater skillfulness by spanking you playfully, and you shall receive them until you have drained every drop from my old friend's organ!"
The two sisters grinned at each other and nodded, only too happy to resume their duties, each wishing to surpass the other in the eyes of the distinguished mandarin. Meanwhile, Guey Wong repositioned himself upon the ornate and beautifully decorated silken cushions, filled with duck feathers and lambs' fleece, tucked up his robe and furtively loosened and lowered the dirty cloth loin-pouch which housed his swollen weapon.
Shifting himself on the cushions and straddling his lean, hairy thighs, he arched himself forward so that the tip of his ramrod brushed against the luscious mouth of Mei Lin. At that moment, both women lightly spanked the plump, round naked buttocks. With a wriggling of her body, Mei Lin gaped her mouth and accepted the peddler's prick and began feverishly to suck on it, drawing from the circumcisional groove down the very meat as she sought by this diligence to prove her right to pardon.
It was a strange tableau, this, a prelude to scenes of incredible unbridled sexuality that would take place in this very sitting room a few weeks hence. The mandarin, one hand stealthily plunged under his robe to fondle his own excited ramrod, watched with a greedy smile as the naked, straddled and suspended body of the young concubine swayed and squirmed under the softly stinging kisses of the spanking across her tender naked bottom, while the gray-haired peddler, groaning and panting, his voice hoarse with ecstasy, approached climax from this experience of fellatio.
And then suddenly Guey Wong uttered a bellow of ecstasy, and his fingers clutched the panting titties of Mei Lin as he thrust himself forward, bursting his essence deep into her gullet. The girl sputtered and coughed, but another smack on her bottom warned her of the danger of losing a single drop of the honorable life-essence, as did the mandarin's reminder: "Take care, Mei Lin, to swallow every drop of my friend's seed!" Thus, Mei Lin sucked and licked until finally Guey Wong sank back upon his pillows, eyes closed, chest heaving, with a long sigh of depletion. Every ounce of his jism was now inside her!
"It is well," the mandarin declared. "This night she shall share your bed, my old friend. And now, my concubines will lead you to the bath, and you shall have a new silk robe and sit beside me on the dais while we talk of the glorious hour of China's freedom, so soon at hand!"
-5-
Lida Garconniere lay sprawled on her rumpled bed, her face buried in her hands, as her stepmother stood over her. "Perhaps now, petite vicieuse," the latter coldly stated, "you'll be more circumspect. And it will do no good to tell your father that I've just spanked you for your nastiness, Lida! He has given me a free hand with you, do you understand? Ever since we came to Peking, you think that because you're in a foreign country you can carry on like a trottoir!"
"I-I shan't complain to Papa," Lida sniffled, without deigning to look at her tormentress. "But I am old enough to do as I wish-aiiii! Ca me brule! Please don't spank me any more!"
For the autocratic, handsome, auburn-haired, thirty-one year old matron, who last year had become the second wife of Albert Garconniere, the Assistant Consul for France in the Peking Legation, had just lifted her black leather gloved hand and applied a vigorous smack over Lida's already pink-striped, naked bottom. With a frantic cry, Lida had plunged her hands to her angrily marked seat and rubbed furiously, as if to drive away the burning sensation which her stepmother's whipping had engendered and which this final stroke had just aggravated.
Claudia Garconniere sniffed her disapproval: "Don't think this will be the last time I give you a thrashing, Lida," she warned. "When I married your father last summer, I had already observed what a self-willed, insolent brat you were and still are. You are eighteen years old, and yet act like a selfish child. That behavior must be corrected. But now that he holds such an important post in China, representing the French government and the-likely successor to old M'sie Picard, it is vital that there be no scandal attached to his illustrious name. Do you understand me, cochonne?"
Claudia paused for a thoughtful moment. There was really little room for misunderstanding.
What Claudia did not know was that the Chinese man whom Lida had been seen kissing only last night by her vigilant stepmother was hiding in this very closet, waiting to console her.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, wanting to placate Claudia. "Will Papa dine with us tonight?"
"No. I am going to join him now, and we shall have our dinner at Herr Reimath's house. As for you, the housemaid will prepare something for you. I want you to stay in and not leave this house until your father and I return. Is that completely understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what, you little slut?" Claudia Garconniere hissed, as she moved back toward the bed, raising the menacingly gloved hand.
Lida quickly hid her face in her hands so that Claudia would not see the grimace of hatred and contempt which crossed it as she grudgingly added, "Yes, maman."
"Well, that's better. And don't forget to always call me that from now on, Lida. Especially when we're out in public or at one of the special functions which your father and I must attend. Now then, I'm going. Remember, Ma Sue will tell me if you've left the house."
"Don't worry, I shan't. Thanks to you, I don't feel like going anywhere," Lida sarcastically rejoined.
"Be careful now, you impertinent girl! I shouldn't hesitate to give you another thrashing on top of the one you've already had if you keep on showing your insolence and defiance. Your father is very worried about the way you've tried to reject me, Lida. And that's a warning. All right, I'll leave you to yourself!"
With this, she left the bedroom and closed the door, turning the key in the lock as further guarantee of Lida's compliance to her order.
The honey-haired girl lifted her head and listened carefully until at last she heard the closing of the front door of the house. Then, with a soft, slurred little laugh, she swung her beautiful naked legs off the bed and rose, letting the nightie flutter down and hide the thick dark-blonde bush of her cunt as well as the vividly marked plump bottom globes which her stepmother's martinet had so rudely caressed.
She waited another moment to make certain that her stepmother would not return, and then, breathlessly, moved to the closet and turned the knob. Putting a finger to her lips, she held out her other hand to the Chinese houseboy, Kim Sung.
He was tall, with a long pigtail and wearing only a white cotton jacket and coolie trousers and sandals, and his eyes glistened with lubricity. Blushingly, she accused that he had utilized the keyhole to observe her humiliating punishment. But far from irritating her, it inflamed her wanton nature.
"You watched?" she murmured huskily, as her right hand crept towards his loins in search of the bulge which she could at once see thrusting out against the crotch of the cotton garment.
"Oh, yes. Missy Lida get spanked good, but not so hard as Chinese mother would administer it," he chuckled as he drew her into his arms, his hands greedily squeezing the plump round curves of her behind and pressing her tightly up again him so that her crotch could grind against his sturdy man-rod.
With a lascivious whimper of mingled desire and pain, Lida Garconniere flung her arms around Kim Sung, her mouth glued to his, and her tongue nimbly darted between his lips to teach him a new caress. Technically she still retained her hymen, but she was furiously lustful; the spanking administered by her stepmother had aroused all her latent lust, and the knowledge that her lover had watched her body squirming and weaving and reddening under the smacks, that he had seen the tempting secrets of her pussy and her bumhole in her discomfort-induced gyrations, was the final kindling wood to her flame of uninhibited lust.
"Take me quickly my dear one, take me! Je t'en pris, foutes-moi (I beg of you, please fuck me!), " she moaned.
His strong fingers squeezed and palpated her buttocks, until she was half mad with desire. Her fingernails raked his shoulders as she rubbed her crotch back and forth over his bulging tool, until he himself could endure this sweet Tantalus no more.
Swiftly, he lifted her up in his arms and bore her to the bed, while Lida's own trembling fingers tugged up the nightie to expose once again the glories of her milky, lusciously rounded thighs, the thick dark golden fleece of her cunthole, and, as she wriggled impatiently on the bed and spread her legs to receive him, the dainty fissure of her bottomhole.
Swiftly divesting himself of the coolie trousers, Kim Sung bared a massive weapon, with elongated glans and the lips already puckering and tensing to prove how near to climax he already was. The gnarled, taut-skinned shaft throbbed with venomous anticipation, and the hairy, fully laden balls told the panting young blonde that her lover could provide torrential libation for her hot, thirsting cunt.
He sank down upon her, and instantly her naked legs locked over his buttocks, as her arms pulled him down to flatten down her titties, their mouths fusing together. This time, adeptly learning from his young French mistress, the young Chinaman responded by thrusting his own tongue between Lida's lips, and a groan of pleasure emanated from her.
She felt his prickhead jab between the moistening, twitching lips of her vulva, and she arched herself up, frantic to receive that one supreme and decimating-thrust which would make a woman of her.
When it came, her hymen yielded without resistance, for in her many athletic endeavors she had long since diminished its resistance; bicycling, tennis, and croquet back in France, and here in Peking, frequent horseback riding, had served to prepare her easily to cross over the threshold from "girlhood" to "womanhood".
Her eyes half-closed, her face a mask of passion, she clutched him to her with her arms and legs and all her body as he drove deeply and slowly into her. She murmured into his ear a constant, husky entreaty, half in French, half in the pidgin Chinese she had learned since leaving Paris.
But outside the bedroom door, a crouching figure of a woman lurked, and it was the young housemaid, Ma Sue, who had guessed what Lida Garconniere would do once her stepmother had left the house. She had learned the secret, and she would use it when the Boxers rose up in open revolt against the white devils. And Lida Garconniere, she swore, would pay for her wickedness and lust that corrupted a young man of China who should have been impervious to the fleshly lure of this foreign slut!
-6-
That same April evening in the elegantly furnished house on Suchow Road, which was the residence of the pompous, bearded, and portly Russian Consul, Piotor Vorshilof, another disciplinary scene was taking place. Yet this was vastly different, and it embodied a perverse erotic fulfillment for the two devastatingly attractive women who participated in it.
Piotor Vorshilof would be working late at the consulate this evening, and most of the household personnel had been given the night off. Only Peng Chu, the solemn, tall Chinese steward of the house, and the self-effacing, pockmarked little scullery maid Tsi Keng, both of whom were quartered with their employer, remained in the house.
And knowing that neither would dare disturb them was why Madame Katerina Ourosoff, the widowed cousin of the consul, and her lovely niece Nadia Kaplinski, had shut themselves up in the lat-ter's bedroom where they might, each in her own sensual way, console themselves for being so far from their natal land and from the ones they had loved so dearly.
Madame Katerina Ourosoff was thirty-four, possessor of a majestic bosom comprised of two succu-lently rounded, closely spaced, ivory-colored love globes and equally opulent hips and thighs. She had been married for three years to a dashing colonel of his Majesty's Imperial Guards, Sergei Ourosoff, who had been assassinated by terrorists just a year ago, while protecting the Czar, the Little Father, against their murderous plot.
Until Sergei Ourosoff had singled her out and taken her before the priest in the great church near Kromy, Katerina had eased her tautly overwrought emotions by the traditional method of fingering her tender pussy in the secretive darkness of her own bed. Once, as a young woman away at an elite private college-which she had had to leave the next year because of her father's inability to meet the scandalously high tuition fee-she had known the ecstasy of lesbian love, initiated by her older, wanton, brunette roommate.
It began one night when the two college roommates were up late, each in her respective bed, talking. They began to share experiences with masturbation, each girl admitting that she often frigged and fingered her own quim, and longed for the kiss of another to help complete the sensuality of the moment.
Elisaveta Kobroff, her roommate, began that night to play a new game with Katerina. "Kate," she said to her friend, "sometimes when I see a man who is handsome it makes my pussy excited, so I come up here, strip out of my drawers and play with my cunt until I come. This is how I do it."
With that, the girl stepped out of her night clothes and walked over to Katerina's bed, and laid down next to the unsuspecting and innocent young women.
"I open my naked legs very, very wide and I slip a finger into my hole," Elisaveta stated, as she spread open her long, lean legs and pressed her middle finger to her cunthole. "But soon I grow impatient and I begin to manipulate the little love bud, putting myself into a frenzy of desire. And in that moment, often right before I come, I long to feel a tongue in my hole, probing me."
Katerina felt her roommate's warm flesh against her in bed, and began to fill with desire as the girl masturbated herself in the bed, and she longed to play with her own cunt. As she placed her hand on the swollen clit bud, Elisaveta turned and said, "Don't, I will do that for you. But first, will you get between my legs and lick me as I come. I will teach you how to pleasure a cunt."
Katerina, not sure what to do but clear that her cunt was on fire enough to want to experiment with the woman's way to douse the flames of dire passion, did as she was asked and pressed her mouth to the warm, luscious cunt.
"Spread me open, Katerina, and lick to your hearts content all over my cunt and inside my hole," Elisaveta instructed. "I will continue to rub the bud of pleasure, and as I come I want your tongue buried to the hilt inside my cunthole. I will drip my dew on your tongue and you will lick me. And then, Katerina, I will give you the most glorious gamahuche of your lifetime."
Soon the aggressive Elisaveta's legs began to shake and her cunt shuddered, and Katerina could feel the cunt muscles squeeze and the pussy flesh push forward as the daring college girl's come splashed onto the tongue of Katerina, who lapped up all the luscious liquid and kissed her way up from Elisaveta's cunt, over her titties and to her mouth, where the two entwined tongues for a long time and embraced, their titties pressing up against each other.
Elisaveta then straddled Katerina, rubbing her wet cunt over her breasts, her belly, her legs, and then focusing on the soft tufted pubic mound. With her own cunt spread open she rubbed against Katerina's cunt-hair, pressing her pussy toward Katerina's, and then, bending down to kiss the waiting cunt, Elisaveta administered the first tongue to cunt contact Katerina had ever experienced and put her own hot cunt onto Katerina's face as she licked away. Elisaveta opened Katerina with her finger tips, exposing the little clit bud by pulling on the upper cunt lip. Then she simply flicked and licked at the clit until the bud was fully engorged and, pressing her mouth upon the tiny organ, she sucked delicately until she could feel the swell of excitement fill the lips and cunt rim. Very softly, and with great concentration, she literally sucked the come from Katerina, who was moaning, writhing and tossing her body around. But she surrendered herself to the tongue-flicking Elisaveta as she in turn sucked the seductress' quim until her own spending came down in creamy, juicy ejaculations.
They would practice this often, many times from the 69 position, pussy to mouth, mouth to pussy, so that each cunt was being sucked and each mouth was sucking. In between you could hear the panting, heavy breaths, then inevitably the girls would fall asleep soundly in one another's arms after a night of girl-fucking.
But Katerina's skilled and lascivious initiatress had capriciously found another sweetheart a few months later, and had been discovered at the shameful act of soixante-neuf in the younger girl's chamber. Katerina had watched, weeping disconsolately out of compassion and lost love, as the two attractive girls had been stripped naked except for their fine black silk stockings and dainty garters and high-button shoes, fettered astride two gymnasium leather-padded horses, and given the birch on their aristocratic naked behinds as punishment for their indecencies.
As for Nadia Kaplinski, she was slim, golden-haired, and scarcely twenty, but already her life had been shadowed by sorrow in love and she had at last turned to the sanctuary of Lesbos. Consequently, the attachment between the two women grew, each being sorrowed in love and each having tasted the sweet pleasures of the bed. Hence, when Piotor Vorshilof had been assigned to the diplomatic legation at Peking, Katerina had begged him to take her with him as housekeeper, believing that perhaps this change of scene would lessen her despair over the loss of her adored Sergei. When he had consented she had inveigled him into letting her bring Nadia, too.
And that was why, this unusually warm April evening, with the rumble of thunder in the distance an ominous portent of the storm that was soon to burst upon all Peking, winsome Nadia lay upon her aunt's bed, covering her face in her hands, two pillows under her loins to arch up the splendid, appetizingly rounded and sinuously separated cheeks of her satiny pink bottom, clad only in clockwork white silk and lace hose with embroidered and flounced garters and her high-button shoes, shivering as her aunt slowly lifted a leather plet over her tensing posterior.
Katerina Ourosoff wore only her tea-rose silk dressing gown, fine hose and shoes, and her eyes glistened with libidinous desire as she caressingly let the brown leather implement graze the shivering, unmarred flesh of that voluptuous young bottom. She had already introduced Nadia to the kisses of the plet, a flagellatory instrument contrived by the Cossacks and the police of Moscow and Petrograd for the flogging of prostitutes and criminals. It had a short wooden handle about six inches in length that was attached to a flat, four inch wide polished brown leather thong. This thong was twenty-two inches in length, and the end had been skillfully cut into four finger-like tips, each about four inches in length and an eighth of an inch in thickness overall. The plet could therefore be used for whipping at short range and its tips could consequently attack the most delicate and secret portions of the feminine anatomy, such as the vulva and the anus. And, if used skillfully, it could be applied with an ever-so-gentle amount of pressure so as to cause great excitement to the flesh of those who enjoy the sting of painful pleasure!
Nadia Kaplinski was endowed with a masochistic temperament to which was added a fervently religious streak; it was her belief that she had lost her parents and her fianc� through some unknown sin of her own commission, and thus, to punish her constantly for this imagined sin as well as for her wantonness in taking pleasure from her aunt's perverse embraces, she longed to taste the whip, usually before her aunt "consoled" her. Thus this night's discipline was by way of prelude to a passionate bout of lesbian fulfillment; and as for Katerina herself, the sight of her golden-haired niece squirming under the playful lashes and the sound of Nadia's tears and plaints and sacrificial avowals roused the nuance of sensual sadism which this beautiful buxom widow subconsciously nurtured in her psyche.
"Duschka, little dove," Katerina Ourosoff's voice throbbed with a soothing and cajoling ardor, "are you ready for your flogging? You know you deserve it, don't you, Nadia galupchikl"
"Oh yes, dear Auntie Katerina!" Nadia exclaimed in a low, husky voice, glancing nervously back over her left shoulder, on which an exquisite little black beauty spot appeared. Just to the left of her chinkbone and above the delectably swelling hips which now tensed and contracted in anticipation of the whipping, there was an oval brown birthmark, which Katerina Ourosoff loved to flick with the tips of the plet and well as to caress with her suave fingertips and ambient tongue.
Her dark brown eyes were humid with lubricity and her nostrils fluttered as she continued to let the "fingers" of the instrument dangle just over the raised and proffered naked posterior of her young niece; she drank in the muscular tensions and contractions, the rippling fluctuations of that finely grained soft satiny pink skin, and the nuances of Nadia's little sighs and nervous squirmings over the pillows added immeasurably to her perverse lust for her beautiful golden-haired niece.
"Little dove, I'm going to be a bit severe with you this evening, though it grieves me deeply. This morning, you were rude to my esteemed cousin, Piotor, when he offered you more marmalade. You admit your fault, don't you, duschkal" Katerina Ourosoff crooned. Slowly she let the strips of the leather end of the plet graze Nadia's hips and buttocks, then the upper thighs and finally between them, until the brown leather glossy implement. Slithered along the tender shadowy groove which separated the young woman's naked bottom-cheeks. Nadia uttered a heartfelt little sigh, and squirmed impatiently, seeming to offer her naked bottom even more lubriciously up to the kisses of the implement. She pressed her hands tightly over her blushing face, her lips parted and her teeth clenched, as she awaited with a feverish anxiety the ecstatic ritual which, through the warmth of gentle pain, would radiate its lascivious urgencies through her voluptuous young body and draw her finally to the crux of Lesbian cohesion.
"Because you have been so naughty, galupchik" her aunt continued, "I shall not tell you the number of strokes your naughty bottom shall receive. I shall whip you until I think you are properly corrected and until I am convinced that your promises to be very humble and grateful to Cousin Piotor are truly sincere."
"Yes, Auntie Katerina, I know, I was very bad. Please whip me hard, don't spare me, don't heed my cries and my pleas for mercy, I beg of you!" the golden-haired beauty panted. Now she caught her lower lip between her small, flawlessly white teeth, and shivered voluptuously, while the tips of the plet continued to graze along the most intimate furrow of her body and brushed the crinkly rosette of her dainty ass-hole.
"Prepare yourself, girl," Katerina Ourosoff sternly announced. Drawing back the instrument, her eyes chose the region she wished to fustigate, and then, hovering the broad, pliant leather band in the air a moment, she descended it gently, but with intention. The broadest part of the lash made a smacking sound as it swished across both lower summits of that voluptuous pink-sheened bottom, the tips whisking around to bite over the haunch of the golden-haired penitent. Taken by surprise at the crackle of that first stroke, Nadia Kaplinski let out a groan, lifted her face from her hands and stared at the heavy headboard of the bed on which she lay, her eyes widened and shadowed by the discomfort. On the resilient contours of her behind, the bright pink streak left by the solid band of the plet leaped up at once, attesting to the sensitivity of her delicate skin. The muscles of her lithe young thighs stiffened, then relaxed, and a kind of rhythmic undulation surged through her naked bottom globes, a spectacle which made Katerina Ourosoff shiver and lick her lips as she moved to the other side of the bed so as to impart a similar stroke which would be counter-directional and yet parallel to the blow just inflicted.
Again Katerina Ourosoff paused, contemplating the vivid mark left by the plet on the smooth naked satin of her young niece's bottom, and surreptitiously unbuttoned her wrapper so that it yawned on either side of her, exposing her deeply dimpled belly, the thick dark brown bush that hid the plump, already moistening and twitching lips of her pussy, and the still sumptuously firm round titties, with their brownish coral aureoles circling ripely developed nipples already firming and pouting with desire. The heat rose from between her legs and her hungry cunt twitched to be "consoled" by the hot, wet tongue of the naked beauty before her. She had to touch her own cunt, just to relax some of the pressure that now swelled within. Her left forefinger began to move about in the thick fleece of her love grotto as she slowly raised the plet and kept Nadia waiting and shivering with anticipation. Then as she touched the lips of her vulva, her body quivered voluptuously, and her right arm descended to inflict a diagonally whistling lash which fell over the huddling naked hemispheres, the tips of the plet nipping the edge of Nadia's left hip while the broad band of the whip greedily adhered to the up-thrust, succulent ripe curves of Nadia's tender bottom.
A choking groan was wrested from the golden-haired victim, but Katerina heard in it not only the lamentation of pain, but also the fluted and mystic overtones of carnal wakening and rapture. It was a mood which ideally suited her own, and to maintain it she now directed another diagonal lash, but this in the opposite direction, to pattern a broad and crimsoning 'X' over the juttingly upreared bare bottom-cheeks of her penitent niece.
Nadia's cry was even louder this time, and it was followed by what can only be described as animal pants and huffs of increasing sexual excitement. She slapped a palm over her mouth and dug the fingernails of her other hand into the sheets, her eyes rolling, her nostrils flaring and shrinking as she rubbed her cunt over the pillows, thus tasting a kind of prefatory stimulus before her aunt would console her in the ways she most loved.
Thereafter, the lashes fell irregularly, sometimes with long minutes between them, or again a quick flurry of four or five swift, light strokes all over the huddling, weaving, squirming, naked bottom. In this way, Nadia was given no opportunity to calculate in advance the severity or the locale of the stroke. Thus, her nervous tension was heightened, and her sensuality the more inflamed, until finally she could no longer restrain her frantic lasciviousness. Palming the sheets, head tilted back, eyes glazed and dilated, she madly rubbed her cunt back and forth over the pillows which hoisted up her now striped and slightly burning naked behind, moaning, "Oh, Auntie, dear Auntie, please forgive me-I'll be good-please, no more-it hurts so, please make it well again, dear Auntie!"
The buxom widow was trembling now, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling as she transferred the handle of the plet to her left hand and her right palm lingered over Nadia's inflamed and shuddering bottom globes. A little whimpering gasp from the golden-haired young woman attested to Nadia's readiness for Sapphic consolation, but perversely Katerina Ourosoff had determined to prolong her niece's voluptuous chastisement. Accordingly, in a cold and peremptory voice, she announced, "Nonsense! You have not been punished half enough for the slight you gave dear Cousin Piotor! Shift yourself a little over the pillows, so that your wicked bottom is lifted up where I may get at it even better and touch up those places which the plet has not sufficiently heated!"
"Oh yes, Aunt Katerina, I know I've been bad, do punish me hard-but please, please say it won't be too much longer, my cunt is burning so, I want you to forgive me, take me in your arms, dear Auntie Katerina," Nadia sobbed. Nonetheless, she quickly squirmed forward, so that her thighs rested on the edges of the pillows, thereby arching up her scarlet posterior in a still lewder posture which exposed not only the pouting pink fruit of her provocative cunt, but also the amber groove separating her nether globes and leading to that other, furtive channel of passion.
At this revelation, Katerina Ourosoff sucked in her breath sharply and applied a little pinch to the inner curves of her niece's right buttock, as if to rebuke the latter for her lubricity. "Stay in position, now, you immodest hussy," she decreed, "And do not think that you will move me by your tears and supplication until I have properly flogged you as you so well deserve, Nadia Kaplinski!"
She had laid the plet down on the bed, but now she placed it straight across her niece's naked, posterior. Then, while Nadia held her breath and contracted her buttocks, the buxom widow tugged off her wrapper and stood naked, her bosom swelling voluminously, her eyes humid and her lips moist and parted as passion swirled in her psyche.
Then, putting a soft leather glove on her right hand, she dealt the girl a sudden whack straight down the middle of both bottomglobes so that the leather-clad hand landed on the sinuous crease between the hemispheres and the sting of it traveled down to the core of Nadia's cunt. The golden-haired girl clenched her fists, twisted her face back over her shoulder, her body jerking sporadically under this unexpected stroke, while a choking groan exhaled from her panting throat: "Ahhh, oh, Auntie, please, please!"
But in that lamentation, there was still the mystic overtone of masochistic yearning, of an ungovernable passion that yearned for still more pain to augment the present suffering, as much as there was entreaty for reprieve. And comprehending this fully, Katerina Ourosoff lovingly applied another smack, this time concentrating on the juicy cunt lips that poked out from between Nadia's hoisted-up legs. She then rubbed the gloved hand along the length of the girls cunt and then between the narrow crease between those shuddering globes. Losing herself to passion for one moment Katerina bent down, spread apart the enflamed cheeks, and darted her tongue into the dainty, puckered ass-hole. Then she quickly pulled away, and smacked Nadia's ass one more time.
Unable to restrain her cries, Nadia Kaplinski kicked her beautiful stockinged legs back and forth in the air, her hips jerking and swerving, while her hand clawed at the sheets. It was a wild mixture of passion and pain that put the woman's lithe body into such sensual contortions.
"There!" her aunt panted, casting aside the plet and the glove "Now perhaps you will act with more humility toward that good man who has paid your passage all the way to China, who keeps you, an orphan, in this magnificent house where we are respected and honored among the other foreign diplomatic families. Do I have your word, Nadia Kaplinski, that you will not again offend him?"
"Oh yes, Auntie, oh, I shan't ever do it again, I swear I shan't! Please say you forgive me now, please do say you forgive your little niece!"
Nadia had rolled over onto her side, off the pillows, holding out her arms, her face wet with tears, and the sight of that dark blonde love-fleece between those shuddering pink-sheened thighs completely undid the widow's pretense at stern authority. She flung herself down on the bed, and with an amorous groan, merged her mouth with her niece's, while the young girl's arms clutched round her supple back, straining herself to her so that their breasts mashed together in a lascivious cohesion, and so that their cunts merged also as Nadia's squirming thighs yawned widely and then her legs clamped over Katerina's calves to lock her into the tribadistic embrace so dear to both of them.
Then Katerina placed her body between Nadia's legs and bowed to worship the younger woman's cunt with sweet kisses, tantalizing flicks and seductive suckling. Nadia's legs were spread wide to greet the mouth of the loving older woman, and she easily surrendered her snatch to the deeply stirring sensual activity.
Katerina pried apart the swollen pussy lips and fully exposed the tiny, but engorged, clitoris, and bent to take the lovely bud into the warmth of her mouth. First, she flicked it, back and forth, over and over again, which tantalized Nadia and made her body jerk in sympathetic movement with her twitching cunt.
The clit was swelled greatly now, and Katerina pulled the cunt lips back even further, and tugged the pussy flesh higher, so as to pull the love button fully out of its protective hood. With that, she pressed her mouth down on it again, this time taking it gently between her teeth and softly gnawing at the hardened bud. Nadia squirmed as Katerina continued to gently bite at her clit. And suddenly, the warm mouth pressed down in such a way, and scooped the entire hardened gland into her mouth and sucked it, pulling it, tugging it deeply into her loving mouth.
Nadia moaned; "Oh Auntie, you thrill me so, my cunt is on fire, would you like me to eat you too?" Katerina nodded her head and focused only on the intensely rewarding gamahuche of Nadia's sweet cunt, bringing the girl to the bubble and boiling point in the most exquisite fashion. Nadia pressed her hips upward, foisted her pussy against Katerina's mouth, and allowed her cunt-loving role model to draw the creamy come emission right out of her, like maple syrup from a maple tree. She felt her body jerk as the short, thrilling ejaculations of girl-come were released. Katerina, remembering when Elisaveta did the same for her so many years before, licked all the sticky come juice from Nadia's cunt, and rested for a moment, her cheek atop the cunt fuzz of the lovely Nadia.
For the remainder of the evening, there was no sound now in the bedroom save that of kisses, and the moist suction of lips and tongues together, and the friction of pubic hair and soft moistening vulvas, the slithering of naked bellies and thighs and breasts in this passionate conclave. But they were both so engrossed in each other, Nadia to reach the orgasm which the exacerbation of the whip had made so essential to her sexual appetites, and Katerina to "console" her adored young niece for having been so cruel with her and also to fulfill her own desperately thwarted lust-desires, that neither of them heard the sibilant gasps out in the hall where Peng Chu crouched, his eye glued to the keyhole, one hand playing with his enormously swollen, elongated, dark-veined prick. Nor could they see as the large, manly hand firmly grasping the swollen member, began to spasm and jerk as the huge cock shot Peng Chu's jism in long streams of white dew which fell to the floor outside the bedroom door.
-7-
About a quarter of a mile away from the house where Nadia Kaplinski and Katerina Ourosoff acted out their libidinous play, a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl was combing out her flaxen tresses before the mirror, clad only in a pink cotton camisole and matching panties, her delightfully plump calves and thighs sheathed in tan-colored silk clockwork stockings. She had the face of a Botticellian Madonna, her name was Erika Hullweg, and she was the only child of Frau Ernestine Hullweg, who had been Frau Kurtzmeyer until a year and a half ago.
Erika's mother was thirty-seven, sensual, as blonde as her daughter, but more buxom. At the moment, she was confined to her bed with a touch of that swamp fever which strikes down so many visitors to China in the rainy spring weather. But Frau Hullweg's chief concern was not for her illness, from which her physician had promised that she would soon speedily recover, but rather the possibility of propinquity between her daughter and her husband.
Kurt Hullweg was a dynamic man of fifty-two, who had won the Iron Cross with three palms for heroic valor at Sedan during the short-lived Franco-Prussian war. Two years ago he had been recalled to Berlin and offered an assignment to Peking as Vice-Consul of the German diplomatic office being opened there for the protection of German merchants and troops stationed in China. Of course, he had willingly consented.
At the time of this appointment, Kurt Hullweg had been wooing Ernestine Kurtzmeyer, who had been widowed when her husband had suffered a fatal fall from his horse while riding in the park of their luxurious estate near Baden-Baden. Kurt Hullweg's own fortunes had dissipated by his profligacy in gambling and wenching, and so he had paid assiduous court to the beautiful blonde widow. Because of his amorous skill, and because Ernestine Kurtzmeyer was a vigorous and lustful woman who had enjoyed serenely gratifying relations with her late husband, he was successful. She had willingly agreed to accompany him to Peking along with her teenaged daughter.
What had prompted her decision at the time was her discovery that Erika was already something of a flirt and-likely to get into serious trouble with boys if she was not closely supervised. Ernestine Hullweg had found her precocious daughter cuddling with a stable boy, undressed down to her camisole and panties, with her hair unbound, about to commit the supreme sin of the flesh at the moment of her intervention. She had not only roundly lectured the giggling Erika but also taken a riding crop to the girl's legs and bottom.
But that had been a blunder, as she now disconsolately knew. When Kurt Hullweg had returned from the embassy with his final orders for Peking, he had heard of Erika's "misfortune" and solicitously visited her in her bedroom, to which she had been taken by a footman and a gardener after the scene in the stable. He had already noticed her voluptuous, freshly blooming beauty and had begun to lust for it. He had consoled her, commiserated with her over the punishment which he deemed much too severe, considering the natural human desire for the flesh of the opposite sex, and had told her that she was a high-spirited young woman who could not be expected to act like a prim and proper little girl just out of a convent.
Naturally the defiant and headstrong young girl had found this attention very flattering. Besides, her stepfather, though in his early fifties, still retained the magnetic charm which had admitted him to so many strange beds during his lengthy and venturesome career. And so a kind of flirtatious rapport had sprung up between Kurt Hullweg and his desirable, provocative young stepdaughter, a rapport which Ernestine Hullweg had begun to fear, and one that she now realized might well develop into more than a flirtation. She lived in dire fear that her husband would tire of her, and instead take up with her daughter. This is what made her temporary illness all the worse. Moreover, although China had at first seemed to her a romantic and exciting land, she now feared it and its people, for each new day brought more veiled insults, even from the house-servants, more signs that the people of Peking resented all whites. Besides, her faithful old Chinese nurse Mei Fong, had told her only yesterday that there were bad omens in the heavens: the sign of a falling star and the rumble of thunder, the croaking of a raven above a graveyard. She wished now only to return to Berlin as quickly as possible, and only last night she had begged Kurt Hullweg to let her and Erika return to their homeland.
But the Assistant Consul had laughingly refused, chided her for her unfounded fears, and told her that this experience would be priceless for her daughter. Perhaps in a few years, he had said, they might go back for a vacation or, if she was still unhappy, he would seek a new diplomatic assignment. But at the moment, things were going very well. He was going to engage a tutor for Erika so that she could keep up with her studies in French and ancient history.
But even now, this warm April evening with its rumbles of thunder in the distance announcing a coming storm, while Ernestine Hullweg lay in her bed and brooded over what might take place as well as her uneasiness over the increasing hostility of her Chinese neighbors, her husband was watching from Erika's own closet while his stepdaughter combed her hair. He had secreted himself there when she had come in from a walk in the courtyard, because he could no longer put off his feverish desire to see her naked charms. Breathless, crouching with his eye glued to the keyhole, his right hand foraging in the fly of his unbuttoned trousers to caress his throbbing cock, the Assistant Consul stared greedily at his young stepdaughter's ripely curved and scantily clothed body, impatiently hoping that she would soon remove the camisole and panties which alone hid those delicious and as yet unknown treasures from his avid gaze.
Then finally, the beauty began to strip, admiring herself in the mirror as the assistant consul, from his hiding place, admired her as well.
She slipped the camisole strap off the right shoulder, and then the left, and let the silky white covering fall past her panties to the floor. She stood there in all the glory of ripe young nakedness, her swelling breasts topped with pink, sweet nipple buds that jutted outward, gloriously taut and tantalizing. She ran a hand down her smooth, soft, flat belly, and slid it beneath her panties. Then the other hand was placed inside the waistband, and down came the last coverings that hid the secret treasures of her cunt.
She surveyed herself in great detail, while unbeknownst to her, the Assistant Consul did the same. Softly she began to play with her nipple buds, massage her belly and loins and then work her way toward her twat. Covered with soft, silky, light brown pubic hair, and boasting fat, pouting pussy lips, her bottom part was sheer delight and Kurt Hullweg hungered to spread the glorious thighs and bury his hungry mouth in her luscious cunt. He watched her in silence, rubbing his hand up and down the shaft of his bulging big prick, pretending that it was she handling him, fondling him, touching his manhood so that it would explode in her hand.
Erika lay down on the bed and began to fantasize what it would be like to see her stepfather's erect cock. She'd seen the outline once, beneath his lounging pajamas; it looked hard when she walked into the room, and seemed to get bigger as she sat and talked to him that day. She imagined what it would be like to take the head of his manhood between her lips, how she would enjoy sucking the length of his long cock and bringing him off into delirious happiness.
She began to toy with the tender nipple buds and then, opening her legs wide, her right hand explored her open pussy, pressing in the hole, fingering it, and finally, reaching her swollen clit bud, where she rubbed and rubbed until the climax began to take hold.
Seeing this from the closet, Kurt's hard prick was on the edge of exploding and he did all he could to keep himself from sighing out loud when his huge load of jism began to usher through his cock and the heat of his passion pumped through his veins.
Simultaneously, Erika had touched on just the right spot in her cunt, and it was beginning to twitch and wiggle as a juicy ejaculation of girl-come shot out on her fingers in spasms of joyful surrender.
Kurt felt the last of his semen squirt out, and caught it in his cupped hands so as not to spill his seed on anything in the closet. He slumped back and quietly sucked in a breath, leaning against a wall, one hand on his prick, the other holding his semen.
Erika, legs still wide open and offering a luscious cunt view to the man secretly hidden in her closet, the lover of her fantasy, stuck her finger in her juice-filled hole, wet it and licked her own come. "Ummm," she moaned, thinking to herself, "what does Kurt's semen taste like?"
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There were disquieting rumors in the little town of T'ung-Su, in the northern province of Kwang Yun, about seventy-five miles from the Imperial City. And these rumors terrified lovely eighteen-year-old Dorothy Trowbridge because she greatly feared for her father, the Reverend Jonathan Trowbridge, who had brought Christianity to this once barbaric place. He had spent ten years of his life here and was pastor of a church which the grateful villagers had built for him about two years ago. Yet on this, the first day of May, 1900, a little vegetable-seller, Mo Tung, from whom Dorothy had bought the leeks, turnips, potatoes and bean sprouts that she had learned to turn into culinary miracles for her father's table, had given the beautiful young coppery-haired girl an ominous warning. "Missy, tell holy man, he and she go quick from here. Last night, Boxer men kill French priest in Jo-L'ingli and burn church and take holy women of church to be their slaves! You and holy man your father, Missy, go now, Boxers come here soon!"
It was true that during the past three or four months, peddlers had come through the town and told strange stories of Chinese soldiers who believed themselves immortal, who thought that no bullet from the gun of a white devil could pierce their flesh and end their lives. These men had sworn an oath to the goddess Kuan Ling that they would drive all the enemies of the Dowager Empress from the
Forbidden City and that the streets of Peking should run red with the blood of these hated white devils.
But Dorothy Trowbridge knew that her father would not leave even if there were truth to all these terrifying tales that had come to her ears. He believed himself to be dedicated to his work and he would find death as a martyr a pledge of eternal reward, as she knew only too well.
What she did not know was that the fat merchant Chan Koo secretly lusted for her virginal body, and had coveted her ever since he had first seen her bathing in a little stream five years ago. Even now, consoling himself with a pretty young black-haired Chinese woman who had been stolen from a nearby village by his henchmen at his orders, he could not take his thoughts away from of the glorious Trowbridge girl. But he would at least take the opportunity to have his fat cock sucked while he fantasized it was Dorothy. He had the Chinese girl crouch between his hairy, fat thighs and suck his cock lovingly while he amused himself by flicking her plump bottom-cheeks with a light bamboo switch; he closed his eyes and pretended it was Dorothy Trowbridge there before him, in all her naked beauty-for he had seen her only a week before giving alms to the beggars, and he had sucked in his breath to realize how five years had made her a desirable woman, fit for the bed of Prince Tuan himself.
He imagined her spread out, naked, on his bed. Her red hair flung across the pink silk pongee pillows, her lovely, virginal loins spread open just enough for him to peer inside at the lush, fat-lipped cunt, covered with fine, silky red hair, thin and straight, almost like a Chinese woman. And in this fantasy, he lifted his big body over the nubile flesh of the waiting Dorothy, rubbed his fat belly against her smooth skinned tummy, and let his hard, engorged cock brush against the top of the long, smooth legs, rubbing against her thing, then pressing his body downward, sweeping his cock along the length of her slim calves.
His rocket felt like it would take off, but he held onto himself so he could continue the glorious fantasy and to heighten the experience, he wet his middle finger and then nudged it between the fat bottom-cheeks of the woman who sucked him through his fantasy. In that moment, he imagined that it was his beautiful Dorothy, turning her butt up in the air and spreading her ass cheeks for him, knowing how much he loved to play with a nice, tight ass-hole.
With Dorothy on her knees, offering her ass-hole to her master, he could see deeply into the dark pink, juicy pussy hole and he could smell the sweetness of all her sex parts, the soft musky odors wafting to his nose. like a curious child, he placed two hands on the soft, white cheeks and spread them open slowly, with a sense of intrigue. Further and further apart they came and soon, he could see the beautiful, tight, pink opening to that second orifice of love, and he could not stop himself from rubbing his face into it, sniffing it, and finally, licking it.
As he envisioned his tongue pressed tightly into Dorothy's hole, he pressed his finger to the knuckle, up into the anus of the Chinese girl who continued to suck his cock. He could feel the tight bung close in around him and began to imagine what it would be like to fuck Dorothy there, to fill her back door with his big cock.
Dorothy moaned and with her own hands spread the cheeks of her ass way, way open and she then pleaded with Chan Koo to fuck her. "Please master, you make me feel so on fire," she cooed. "Please, I am open to you, totally, take me from behind and fill that part of me which you have teased so with your tongue."
The words went straight to his cock, for Chan Koo could feel his jism beginning to bubble over, just at the thought of his beauty begging for his manhood. He wanted to savor her virginity, so he would not take her pussy with his cock. But it would be his great pleasure to fill her anal orifice with his fat rod. But first, he longed to feel her caress on his cock, to feel her lips press over the swollen head and suck him down to the balls. So he moved himself to her mouth, kneeling over her head, and told her, "I will fuck you there soon my love. But first, suck master's cock and make me even hotter and harder."
Obediently, she lay down on her back, with her legs spread wide open, and allowed Chan Koo to straddle her. She grabbed hold of his cock immediately and hotly sucked it, and kissed it and licked it. Chan Koo's head was facing her cunt, and as he hoisted his hips over her head, and pressed his rod into her mouth, he felt the jiggling flesh of his belly rest against her breasts. He bent over her pussy, artfully spread the lips and began to kiss the lovely, pink inner folds, gently first, and then, more aggressively, for as she sucked on him, she brought him closer to a come, and he responded by eating her wildly, as if he'd gone out of control. He licked up and down the length of her pussy, and pressed his tongue hard against her clit, and then forcefully, with four fingers on either side, pulled open the lips so that the pussy hole was well exposed.
He was pumping wildly now, the huge cock sliding in and out of the luscious lips, and deep into the back of her throat and simultaneously he was burying his mouth, his nose, practically his whole face, into the wet, juicy cunt of the beautiful Dorothy. He was close to the edge now, and he began pounding his cock into her mouth, nearly choking her as he pressed it further and further inward. He felt her hands tighten around the fat organ, and squeeze the base as he pressed in and out, as if the two delicate hands were squeezing the come from him.
In his mind he was remembering, suddenly, her request to fill her ass-hole with his huge, swollen prick, and yet he knew there was no turning back and that he would have to unleash his steamy juices into the gaping cunt. He kept licking wildly and then thought to insert his index and middle fingers into both beautifully pink orifices. And thus, he was finger fucking both holes, moving the index finger deeply into her ass and pressing on the tender inner flesh of her cunt with the other finger. He could feel her hips were on fire, her cunt ablaze, and he so wanted to pleasure the virginal nymph that he sucked intently on her engorged button of love while finger fucking her aggressively and he could feel she too was close to the edge. Careful not to damage the still intact hymen, he inserted two fingers into the wet pussy hole, so as to fill her more, and he could feel her cunt muscles squeezing around the fingers as he pumped them into her.
As he did this, she sucked harder on his cock and began to play with his balls, and a shiver of lust ran up his spine and thrilled him to the very balls. He felt himself about to explode, and he sucked on Dorothy's clit with great force and intention. And feeling her hips wiggle and sensing the explosion within her was eminent, he began to unleash his own pent up prick, allowing wave after wave of orgasmic juice to spurt through him, beginning down in the base of his balls and shoot upward, out, and into the waiting mouth of Dorothy. Just as he spurt out the last drop of jism he felt her cunt muscles tense and squeeze his fingers, her sphincter tense and squeeze his other fingers, and she pressed her cunt up against his face, rubbing her hard love button into his suckling mouth. Sucking him even harder, pulling the last, final drops of jism into her mouth and swallowing the salty love brew as her cunt spat out her own orgasm. Her hips wiggled into Chan Koo's face for a final gasp of pleasure and the two of them finally relaxed their bodies. Chan Koo, without opening his eyes, dove mouth first into the wet, juicy pussy hole and plunged his long tongue inside to lick out the pearly white drops of her jism. Then he gently licked around the rim of her wet cunt, and lapped up all traces of her pussy explosion.
When he finally opened his eyes he realized that he had somehow gotten into that position with the dark-haired Chinese girl, and it was her cunt he so exquisitely set off into total joyfulness. He'd been so wrapped up in the fantasy that he truly thought he had been eating the lovely pink slash of his fantasy girl, and that it was she who so hungrily sucked from him the seed of his manhood. Perhaps not now, but soon, his fantasy would come true and Chan Koo would have all to himself the virgin cunt, ass-hole and mouth of the beautiful, juicy Dorothy Trowbridge. But since his black-haired slave was still lying there with her snatch spread open, he figured he would take full advantage of the situation. Once again he dreamed of the soft, pink insides of Dorothy and his cock rose like a soldier going off to war. He pressed the head of his prick into the pink pussy hole and fucked the girl good and hard, fast and roughly. As he shot yet another wad of semen, this time into the silky snatch of the wet-pussied slave girl, he imagined he was fucking his favorite redhead and he began to dream of the day he would pop the precious cherry of the Reverend's daughter.
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In Kachow, some forty miles to the south of Peking, the Dutch pastor Theo van der Groot preached the Christian doctrines with the same impassioned fervor as Reverend Jonathan Trowbridge. In this larger village he had been stationed by his superiors in Amsterdam eight years ago, and he had brought his beautiful young wife Katya to comfort him. Katya had been twenty-two when she had consented to marry the black-bearded, tall pastor who then was only thirty and who had seemed, apart from his faith, as tender as any lover she could have dreamed of. But it had been a sorry revelation for brown-haired, lusciously curvaceous Katya when she had discovered that her adored Theo, who could play the mandolin and discourse on poetry, thought of her only as his spiritual sister and believed that by bringing her to China, the two of them might save heathen souls by leading such pure lives that not even the most barbarous and illiterate villagers could accuse them of hypocrisy.
Katya was of a passionate nature, and on her wedding night, she had given herself eagerly to Pastor van der Groot's embraces, only to be horror-stricken when he had shaken his head and pushed her away and murmured gently, "No, my dear sister Katya, this is wrong. This is not what was intended for us. It may be that when we are settled in our mission in China, we shall procreate and have children who will replace us there to teach the word and the truth of the Lord, but until then we must both put steadfastly behind us all thoughts of fleshly lust. I know you will respect me in this, my sweet sister Katya."
And so, for five agonizing years, the brown-haired young wife of the handsome Dutch pastor had hidden her longings and frustrations behind the mask of a smiling face as she went forth in the village to give alms, to bring food to the needy, to attend the sick. She, too, had heard the rumors of a rising of a terrible unknown army who meant to drive forth all foreigners from the good land of China. But only last week she had been reborn, and she was as dewy-eyed as a young girl in love for the first time; a young Dutch soldier, Hans Mulder, had stumbled into the village, bleeding, his uniform torn, and she had had him taken to their little house. There he had told her that he and his company had been ambushed by renegade Chinese bandits in Jung-Sieh, some fifteen miles to the west, and all had been killed except himself. He had lain still and played dead until the bandits had gone away, and then he had dragged himself through the forest until he reached this village.
Katya's husband had spent this past week visiting nearby little hamlets, and he had looked on Katya's caring for the young Dutch soldier as an act of benevolent humanity and mercy. He could not have suspected that Katya, her quim burning with desire from five years of sexual abstinence, had already fallen madly in love with Hans Mulder, and that the twenty-three year old tow-headed Dutchman, recovered from his wounds, lusted for this buxom, brown-haired matron was avidly as he ever had for the whores in his native city of Delft.
One day, with the passion burning between the two in an uncontrollable fire of lust, Katya bent to wipe the brow of the young soldier, when he pulled her to him, caressing her all over, feeling her hands, her hips, her breasts, while kissing her intimately with his wet, probing tongue. She returned the burning kisses with her own hot tongue, and felt her pussy swell and fill with love juice. She could see her patient, too, was growing large with lust, for his cock stood high out of his night clothes, and Katya would not stop staring at the huge, lust-filled organ. She longed to plant her swollen cunt upon the rampant rod and to finally surrender herself. Thus, after many moments of long, ardent kisses, she bent to inspect the swollen prick distended from the soldier's lower parts and planted upon it a shower of kisses, and soon began to lick the circumcised head, and take the entire weapon deep into her mouth. The soldier moaned and she did as well, sending a shivering vibration through his cock. And as she fellated him with pure pleasure, he pressed his phallus upward into her mouth. She could feel the fire of lust tingle through her groin as the liquid of her love poured forth. Finally, she stood, took all her clothes off, and embracing the still-weak soldier, simply straddled his distended organ. He held the head up toward her tight, barely entered cunt and pressed it forward as she came downward, and within seconds he was home, his cock hiding its head in the warm, tight inner sanctum of the sadly unused love portal.
She lifted herself upward, and pressed her self down again, picking up a pleasant movement that made the soldier even hotter, harder and almost ready to come. He took the lovely breasts deep into his mouth and sucked on her nipple buds as she continued to impale herself upon his cock, and each time she came down upon him, he thrust up even harder, so that his cock was in essence pounding into her, reaching the very depths of her womb.
The two embraced, and kissed and sucked each other's tongues like newlyweds as they each felt the stir of an orgasm sweep through their inflamed groins. And, tongue to tongue, cock to cunt, they drew closer to an explosive climax. Katya rubbed her pussy firmly against his pubic mound, her hole crammed with his huge cock, and she could suddenly feel the rod ejaculating jism into her. She quickly, furiously rubbed her engorged clit against his pubis, while clamping her cunt around his steaming cock, and she caught up to his ejaculation with her own. The creamy stream of his and her come seemed to go on forever, and the cunt and cock appeared glued together, until finally the new lovers rested. Katya slumped down on the Dutchman's shoulder, but left his still hard-prick plunged in her pussy-hole.
But in the Imperial Palace, the old Empress Tsu Hsi had called a council of her ministers and generals. Their faces were bitter with resentment against the foreigners who had overrun their land, and now had the insolence to threaten that their governments would make war unless retribution was made for all those who had lost their lives in China through acts of rapine, murderous assault and revolt.
France, which had lost several priests in the northern provinces, had sent word only the day before through Albert Garconniere that French warships would be launched against China unless reparations were made by a grant of land in Shanghai. The Portuguese demanded land around Macao as indemnity for the murder of a dozen soldiers and two merchants in Tientsin. Belgium and even Japan-China's age-old enemy-plotted to acquire the rich province of Fukien. For the Italians, there was the claim to Samoon Bay, in the heart of the magnificent province of Chekiang.
The omens of nature itself seemed to be on the side of Tsu Hsi's generals. For it was hot, and a sandstorm was blowing from the northwest. The princes and ministers and generals winced as lashes of fine sand stung their eyes and faces, and General Wang said aloud, as he bowed toward the Dragon Throne on which the formidable old woman sat, "Even the gods are angry! Each grain of sand is a voice of terror from one of our humblest citizens, begging that we drive away these foreign devils, just as the wind drives away the sand!"
But her oldest minister, Jung Lu, pleaded that Tsu Hsi protect the foreign ministers and their families and followers, as well as all priests and missionaries who lived in the outer provinces. He spoke gravely of the danger that foreign troops might destroy China and end her glorious independence for all time to come.
But wily Prince Tuan boasted, "Majesty, I could drive the barbarians into the sea before their troops have time to strengthen them, for they are within our land and China is vast." And Duke Lan, the august and intrepid leader of the Boxers, spoke out boldly. "Celestial One, do not fear to call upon the members of the Society of the Harmonious and Clenched Fists, for whatever the sword of the Boxer touches, whether it be on flesh or on wood, flames shall burst forth. And the foreign devils have no weapons that can slay our righteous brethren. Give but the word, Divine One, and we shall rid your land of the accursed white devils!"
Tsu Hsi stared at the members of her council. "I will not bring the blood of my people upon my earth," she said slowly. "I hate these foreign devils, these usurpers, more than you and for better reasons. But if we strike first, then the world will say that China is a land of barbarians and that we assassinate those to whom we have given sanctuary, like these priests and missionaries. Let it be only if they war upon us first, for then I shall have no recourse but to defend the nation entrusted to me by the Lord Buddha!"
The smirking Prince Tuan, a lecher and pederast who sated his carnal urges on the bodies of nubile girl just past puberty, bowed his head and folded his hands in his long silken sleeves. He understood. Tsu Hsi wished for the sake of appearances to escape condemnation by the world as the aggressor; very well, she should have her proofs of acts of malice and usurpation committed by these accursed foreigners. A word to the Boxer troops in the provinces, and here and there on the outskirts of the Imperial City, and there would be assassinations, and then there would be reprisals by the white devils, and then Her Celestial Majesty would be forced to declare war ... a war in which all white devils would be put to the sword, their women and daughters captured to be slaves and harlots for the glory of the Boxers!
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Two nights after the Dowager Empress had summoned her court to hold council, Prince Tuan and the burly and cunning Duke Lan met in a little herb shop on the Street of a Thousand Ancestors. It was nightfall, and the street had long since been deserted, as if all those who dwelt upon it feared the momentary outburst of bloody revolt and war and wished to hide away from the holocaust.
The Prince, who had the authority of regent and would wield Tsu Hsi's sceptre if she were ailing or dead, was tall, with a face cadaverous and haughty. Nearing fifty, he still enjoyed the debauched lusts of his youth, and in the oncoming bloodbath which he wished to bring about, he foresaw untold delights.
Duke Lan, stocky, with a scar on his left cheek, the mark of valorous conduct in earlier battles for the Dowager Empress, was now in his forty-seventh year. Two years ago, when he had been made minister of the provinces by Tsu Hsi, he had begun in secret the recruiting of fighting men for the Boxer ranks, and had helped devise the mystic symbolism which had become their bloody creed, teaching them that they could become invincible by means of incantations wedded to dauntless heroism and a fearlessness that did not even consider death.
These two crafty and powerful overlords of China had come to the little shop of Foo Yeng, from whom each had, at times, bought potions to insure their insatiable virility. They had used ginseng as well as the powdered horn of the rhinoceros, and they had paid Foo Yeng much gold to find for them maidens who would submit their lovely young bodies humbly and gratefully for the honor of mating with these powerful potentates of mighty China.
But on this night, they did not wear their mandarin robes, each having come in disguise so that even the spies of Tsu Hsi would not know their whereabouts. They were at this moment in Foo Yeng's private quarters, and the wizened, bearded old man had just served them tea and candied ginger and was preparing opium pipes for their greater ease.
"Do you not see, good friend," Prince Tuan hissed, "that it is left to us to bring about the death of all these foreigners? Her Celestial Majesty is, though as valiant and courageous as any of our soldiers, a woman still; she thinks of the sorrows which blood and death will bring in their wake. But you and I, Duke Lan, must make it seem that the white devils have attacked us and thus force us to defend ourselves. Only then can we unleash the hordes of those great warriors of the Clenched fists!"
"You but read my mind, great prince," Duke Lan smiled cruelly. "I have already sent out orders to my captains to await my signal. I agree-our glorious Empress must not be blamed for what our Boxers do. Yet if we triumph, her throne will be greater than ever, and we shall earn her undying gratitude and so have greater power for ourselves.
"To be sure," the dissolute Prince Tuan chuckled. "But let us not forget that when the white devils are driven forth, we must see to it that their young daughters and attractive wives are not put to death, but rather captured and held as hostages. Thus, if the gods do not favor us and our war should go badly, we shall have them to barter for a more just and honorable peace."
"Now I know why you are regent beside Her Glorious Majesty on the Great Dragon Throne, my prince!" the burly leader of the Boxers smiled and nodded. "There remains, then, only for us to plan some incident which will make it seem as if the accursed foreigners have thrown down the gauntlet of war to us. We shall be the aggrieved, not the aggressors, in all this. We are of a mind, prince Tuan."
"Surely we are, my Lord Duke," Prince Tuan agreed. "And I already have a plan that will bring about the pretext whereby Tsu Hsi will, for her nation's honor, be forced to call upon your glorious Boxers! The pompous, insolent dog who is the German consul, Fritz Reimath, is known to look upon our young maidens with the eyes of lust. Though he is almost sixty, his wife is infirm and he has not known the pleasures of the bed since he has come to Peking, of this I know, for my spies have told me."
"And so?"
"And so," the unscrupulous regent smilingly went on, "I will put temptation in his path tomorrow night. His wife has been taken to the doctors who dwell in the fortress near the Celestial Palace. He will be alone except for his manservant and an old amah. A girl will come to him, a courageous girl who is willing to sacrifice herself for the glory of our beloved country. She will tell him that she sought out his dwelling as she tried to escape from outlaws who would do her great harm and sell her into bondage to some brothel in the provinces. Or perhaps she will simply tell him she has been sent for his exclusive pleasure. She will be young and desirable, and her garments will be torn to display the comeliness of her body. He will fall prey to her lure, I am certain."
"And when he does?" Duke Lan nodded to old Foo Yeng as the latter handed him a lighted opium pipe.
"And when he does," Prince Tuan finished, "another valiant volunteer to our cause will demand entrance into his house, claiming that the maiden is his sister, and that the German Consul has sought to debauch her. He will attack this German dog, but will let his dagger be wrested away. I have no doubt that this lecherous and priggish German will try to return the blow, perhaps even kill him. So much the better, then!"
"I follow you, Prince Tuan!" Duke Lan eagerly nodded. "And the girl will be witness that this white devil, who is high in favor as a councilor of his usurping and hated nation, did without provocation strike down this good and brave countryman of ours only because he strove to protect her honor!"
"Precisely, my Lord Duke. Then we have but to get word to the ears of Tsu Hsi, and she will demand vengeance. Blood for blood, death for death, and the Boxers shall do their work. We are agreed?"
"By the Goddess of Justice, Kuan Yin, we are agreed! And now, Prince Tuan, now that we have done our work well for the glory of our land, now that we have turned it towards its destiny, let us think of ourselves this night. Foo Yeng, you old dog, can you not find us a pair of willing maidens to comfort us with rice wine and their sweet caresses?"
And thus it was that the next evening, as portly, bearded Fritz Reimath entered the house on the Street of the Bent Bamboos, he found that his house-boy and the old amah who had attended his ailing wife were absent and that there was no soul but himself within this charmingly picturesque house he had rented for a paltry sum from an elderly shopkeeper.
He grumbled a little, aware that he would have to prepare his own supper. He lit a cigar and breathed in its fragrance with a sensual smile. Still robust and irked by his rapidly aging wife's infirmities, he still delighted over physical pleasures. True, in his important role as consul for the Fatherland, he had had to conduct these little affairs with the utmost discretion. Perhaps about six weeks apart, he dressed in Chinese robes and had a rickshaw take him to the south district of the Imperial City, where there was an exquisite little teahouse. In those private rooms, for a not exorbitant fee, a man of parts and virility could be entertained by comely young girls from Hong Kong, Macao, and even Singapore. He would have liked to visit this house much more often, but there was too much danger. And of late, observing the mood of the commoners in the streets, Fritz Reimath knew that it would not be wise to tempt fate too often.
As for his wife, Gretchen, who had once been a sturdy, buxom woman as eager for bed as himself, he suspected that she guessed the reasons for his occasional absences from the house. But she was the daughter of a mere merchant, and he himself was descended from Junker nobility. A German wife might not like what her husband did, but unless he involved her in scandal, she was wise to keep her mouth shut and not to censure him for the clandestine activities that any normal man would pursue in seeking occasional relief from boredom. And Gretchen certainly must understand that with a man of his vigor, abstinence from bed was unthinkable. He pursed his lips. Since she was now under the re of doctors in the improvised hospital near the
Imperial Palace, tonight might be as good a time as any to pay a visit to that little house. He would eat some of the cold chicken that was left from the night before and heat a little rice and tea, but it was not food he longed for so much as it was kootzele.
Beaming at his own cunning, he advanced down the hallway towards the kitchen, when suddenly out of the doorway of his wife's bedroom there emerged an exquisite young girl, clad in the long flowing robe, made of ornate silk with embroidered patterns of flowers and dragons and birds, of a teahouse entertainer. The sleeves were slashed, as was one side of the skirt, like a kind of cheongsam.
She could not have been more than eighteen, and her black hair was closely cropped like a boy's, but her face was round, her eyes large and black, her mouth full and painted and soft. Moreover, as she held up a little lantern in one hand to illuminate her visage for him, he could see that the bodice of her robe clung snugly against two superbly round, widely spaced titties-a Butzen of really remarkable quality! And her hips were delightfully ample for so young a girl, while her skin had the pale ivory-yellowish tint of an aristocratically bred Chinese girl who has been brought up as a pampered and isolated creature of pleasure, intended ultimately for men who could afford her. This was no village slut, no poor monkey-like girl out of the farm provinces whose parents sold her to the crude brothels. This was a little enchantress, who might have plied her trade in the finest salon in Berlin or in Paris.
In a sweet singsong voice, the young girl inquired, "Are you the lord to whom I was sent this night as servant?"
Fritz Reimath chuckled, then guffawed heartily as he approached the pretty young Chinese girl. His left arm familiarly circled her slim waist, and he chucked her chin with his right hand and studied her features while, accommodatingly, the girl lifted the little lantern higher so that he might see her more clearly. "Liebchen, I'm not sure of that, but if you are here to do what I wish, it would indeed please me. I am-well, it does not matter."
She had extraordinarily long thick eyelashes, so very expressive of a sensual temperament, he had always believed. And the delicate wings of her nostrils flickered like the wings of the humming bird in flight, while her mouth was small but wonderfully ripe and red. He felt his prick harden with a feverish longing, the more so since it had been a good six weeks since his last visit to that secret little house.
"But I am told that you are the most important lord of a great country, and that your poor wife is ill and so cannot give you pleasure," she murmured softly.
"Then you have come to the right house, meine Schonste!" he muttered, as his arm tightened around her waist. "What is your name?"
"It is Lo Ling, master. I am yours to do with as you will."
"Herr GottV he muttered thickly, the blood rushing to his face as he felt savage lust take hold of him. "Then let us go quickly to my room where we can have our enjoyment of each other in more comfort. There is a great wide bed, and I wish to see you upon it and with this pretty robe removed."
"I will do as you command, my lord." The sweet, soft voice of the young girl bemused him in the half-darkness of the deserted house.
He led her, his hip brushing against hers, as they walked towards his own bedroom. Once inside, Fritz Reimath lit the lanterns and blew out hers, chuckling at the poetic touch of that gesture. She had kindled his fires, and he would put hers out-Jawohl, a really good joke, and one that he must tell his cronies back in Berlin one day.
Reaching for the door and pushing it open, he kept his arm around her supple waist to urge her forward so that she could not mistake the huge, low bed just beyond that dominated the room. He grinned at her lecherously, and she glanced up at him with a soft, submissive smile. He felt his pulses quicken already at this unexpected diversion. He did not know who had sent her here, but that could be discovered later. The immediate thing was to summon all his powers to enjoy her to the very fullest, for she was a tasty morsel indeed. The fact that he would miss his frugal supper by succumbing to his more elemental hunger did not in the least disturb Fritz Reimath as he began to unbutton his vest and watched the pretty young Chinese girl begin to remove her robe. Then he swore aloud in stupefaction and delight: she was naked underneath that, and as it fluttered to the floor, the lanterns hanging from the ceiling cast down a kind of pearly luster on her finely grained soft skin. And what magnificent titties she had, with their pouting little buds set in narrow soft pink aureoles! The tiny navel, almost hidden in that suave, smooth belly, and the finest, dark privy hair around the soft palpitating pink lips of her kootzelel
Impetuous lust overrode his initial desire to dally and taste her slowly and lingeringly. Unbuttoning the fly of his trousers, he liberated his swollen prick, glanced proudly at it to make certain that it was still as vigorous as ever, and then moved towards her while she held out her arms to him. She lay back on his ample bed and spread open her soft, slim thighs and parted the pouty pussy lips so that he could see the full view of her female charms. He kneeled between her parted legs and bent his head to her cunt and sniffed in deeply the sweet, sultry essence of her cunt. He made an animal like grunt as he buried his face in her snatch and rubbed his nose up and down the length of her cunt. Then with his hands, he parted the dainty pussy-hole and plunged his tongue into the silky, tight twat.
His cock was hard as a rock as he gamahuched his mystery love slave, savoring the taste of ripe young pussy flesh, enjoying fully the charms of her cunt.
This tantalized him all the more, and he could feel the rut surge through him. He wanted nothing more than to stuff his aching rod into her willing receptacle, and thus he crawled over her belly, moving his chest to her apple-like titties, and bringing his engorged manhood toward the mark of her wide open slash.
His body covered hers and he sought her mouth and tongue in a surge of passion. His mouth crushed her pitilessly, his hands greedily seized her bottom-cheeks and squeezed them rapaciously as he thrust her back against the edge of the bed. He heard her whimper, but it only fanned the flames of his inordinate rut. Herr Gott, he was still as capable as he had been twenty years ago-no, thirty! This sweet young bitch would call him more than lord when he was done with her; she would know she had been to bed with a man who knew how to thrust vigorously and furiously into her soft kootzele.
Her arms wound around him, and she rested her cheek against his chest as he arched himself, his prickhead prying against the soft portals of her quim. And just as he uttered a loud groan of delight, feeling himself slip just inside the lobbyway of her warm citadel, the angry shout of a man made his blood run cold, made him look back over his shoulder while his hands dropped from the young girl's naked bottom.
He stood there foolishly, his jaw dropping, his prick still thrust obscenely out of his fly, as he saw that a stern-faced young Chinaman stood on the threshold, head shaven except for a long pigtail, in the blue silk robes of a student, but with a dragon in white embroidered on his chest. And at the head of the dragon, a circle of clenched fists.
"Who are you to break into my house? What are you doing here, what do you want?" he recovered his savoir-faire, lifting his head insolently, his lips curling in an arrogant Prussian sneer which had never failed to win him respect among his fellows, and certainly many such lowly racial inferiors as these barbarous Chinese.
"Foreign dog, you wish to lie with my sister, and I will kill you for it!" the young man shouted. From one sleeve he drew a dagger with a bamboo handle, and, lifting it high up in the air, lunged at Fritz Reimath. But the he twisted aside at the last moment, and the knife only grazed his side, tore his underlinen and nicked the bare flesh just enough for a few drops of blood to ooze from the tiny wound.
Now really furious and at the same time frightened, the German consul-who, for all his other faults, was not a physical coward-seized his adversary and wrested the knife away from him. The young Chinaman tried to kick at him, then to strike him in the abdomen with his fist. But Fritz Reimath, glancing at the naked young Chinese girl, felt a sudden primal jealousy, an atavistic fury, take hold of him. It was as if time had been swept back to the dawn of mankind where two men fought a duel to the death over the body of a mate. And with a snarl, he struck downwards with the dagger and buried it in the Chinaman's heart.
The youth clutched the bamboo handle, his eyes rolling, half turned towards the terrified naked girl, who cowered against the edge of the bed with her hands to her mouth, and then toppled forward onto the floor and lay still.
"Liebchen, you saw, I had to do it to save myself," Fritz Reimath hoarsely explained. "Don't be afraid-is it true that you're his sister? You know I didn't mean to-but he struck me, here, you can see the blood yourself ... "
But the girl had caught up her robe and with a cry, eluded him. Then, on the threshold, she turned back and spat on him, uttering a curse in Chinese that he only partly understood. And then she disappeared into the night, the front door of the house slamming behind her.
Fritz Reimath mopped his brow and sat down heavily. This would be a dreadful scandal, especially if the Imperial Court were to learn that he had murdered one of their countrymen in the diplomatic immunity of his own house. He would carry the body out into the garden and down the little alleyway and leave it there.
Thrusting his now limp cock back into his fly, he bent down and lifted the lifeless body. The youth could not have been more than twenty. His teeth were clenched and his eyes stared, unseeing. Fritz Reimath shuddered. Steadfastly, he carried the inert body out to the kitchen and then into the garden and down the alleyway, glancing around furtively. But the night was still. The crickets chirped comfortably, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he laid the body carefully down, then crept back whence he had come.
He strode to his study, opened a decanter of schnapps, poured out a full glass and downed it almost at a gulp.
He did not see, in the darkness of the night, several shadowy figures disengage themselves from the clump of bushes that screened the alleyway from the garden. They picked up the lifeless body of their comrade, stood a moment staring back at the house, brandishing their clenched fists in symbol of vengeance to come, and then disappeared into the foreboding gloom and silence.
-10-
It was the night of the sixteenth of May, a night murky and overcast with dark clouds that hid the moon. The streets of Peking were silent and deserted, and the shops were shuttered. Although lights still burned in some of the offices of the foreign legations, it was as if the whole city were waiting for the signal to fall upon these hated bastions of the usurping white devils.
And in the Imperial Palace, Tsu Hsi stood on the balcony, surrounded by her courtiers, with Prince Tuan and Duke Lan beside her. These two arch-conspirators smiled knowingly at each other, for only an hour ago a young captain in the Imperial Chinese Army had brought the dreadful news that the body of a young Chinaman had been found in the alleyway near the house of the German Consul. And a sobbing young Chinese girl had sworn on the tombs of her ancestors that she had seen Herr Fritz Reimath drive the fatal dagger into his heart, all because he had valiantly tried to save her from dishonor at the hands of the brutal German ravisher.
"Majesty," Prince Tuan hissed, "how long will you withhold the order to loose our valiant soldiers upon these murderers, these rapists and these thieves who take our land as insolently as they take the virginity of our innocent maidens?"
Tsu Hsi stared at the crimson sky. Then she turned to face them, haughty, majestic, more a deity at this moment than a woman. And she raised her arms as the moon slowly emerged from behind the dark clouds. "The hour has come," she pronounced. "We must destroy the white devils at their legations and in their homes. Let not one brick be left upon another, nor one human being allowed to live!"
"You have spoken like the greatest of all of China's generals, Imperial One," Prince Tuan cried as he knelt and kissed the hem of her golden brocade robe. "Amend that edict only by a little, Exalted Empress! Give word that the soldiers of the Boxers shall take prisoner the women and the girls of these foreign devils, that they may be kept as hostages to protect us if need be, and, when victory is assured-as the gods will it to be, I know!-they will become the slaves and the concubines of those warrior leaders of ours who shall have earned them as the spoils of war!"
Tsu Hsi inclined her head. "So be it. Now leave me while I pray to the goddess Kuan Yin and to the lord Buddha," she murmured.
And they crowded out of the balcony, the Duke and the Prince clasping hands in token of purposeful comradeship. For now the die was cast. Now nothing could stay the fury of the Boxers, nothing could save all those unsuspecting white women and girls from the Chinese men who now believed they had license to their tender flesh.
It was Saturday morning, May the seventeenth, and Fritz Reimath was in his office at the German Consulate, from whose roof there hung limply, the flag of his homeland. He was in the act of dictating a letter addressed to the Dowager Empress, to explain the circumstances of his having taken arms against one of her countrymen, explaining that the young man had attempted to assassinate him and that he suspected that the girl and his assailant were both party to a plot aimed at bringing disrepute upon the Consulate.
He had had news a short time ago that his ailing wife was dying in a little hospital inside the fortress. His secretary, Wilhelmina Preusser, had come from Berlin a year ago to serve her country as secretary to this important dignitary, and she longed to bring solace to this man she so admired. Her black hair was piled in an imposing bun at the top of her head, and she wore a white batiste shirtwaist, a long black skirt, and high-buttoned shoes. She also wore spectacles, though she did not need them, so as to give her a more studious and efficient appearance. But though still a spinster and a virgin at thirty, she was secretly enamored of her august employer. She grieved with him when his wife was taken ill, and she told herself that Herr Reimath had far too heavy a cross to bear, that what he needed was the inspiration and the affection of a younger woman, a woman such as herself.
Fritz Reimath stared at the buxom brunette as if seeing her for the first time, and indeed he was. The harrowing adventure which had almost cost him his life and the lascivious excitement brought on by the young Chinese girl who had offered herself to him had set off an emotional reaction: now he had begun to feel like a hero. A man worthy of the Iron Cross from the Chancellor himself. Herr Gott, what man of his age could disarm one of those strong, young, yellow fiends and stab him to death! And with his wife certain to die, it was high time he had some pleasure. Not the pleasure derived from paying a Chinese slut to lend her body to his desires, but the reciprocal love of a handsome young woman, a woman like Fraulein Preusser. He was ready for the pleasure of his devoted secretary and he could just imagine the tasty cunt morsel he would find between her lovely legs.
He cleared his throat and forced his most congenial smile to his sensual mouth as he approached her desk. "Excuse me, Fraulein." His words were halting, chosen. "That letter can wait. After all, Saturday should surely be a day of rest, nicht wahr? Would you do me the honor of having lunch with me? There is a little restaurant in the next block with very commendable shrimp wanton, and I know they have ripe cherries for dessert." He smiled to himself, acknowledging the ripe cherry he hungered for was inside the fleshy cunt of Fraulein Preusser.
"Why, Herr Konsul, I-I'd be delighted!" she beamed. She rose and, catching her skirt against the legs of the chair, swayed a little. Fritz Reimath wasted no time: His hands on her shoulders, he put his mouth to hers and gave her a long lustful kiss. For the sake of form, she at first struggled; but then, ecstatic at being approached by so exalted a personage, she uttered a long rhapsodic sigh: "Ohh, dear Herr Reimath!"
In response, Fritz Reimath pulled the woman closer, pressing her large, lovely titties against his chest, while pressing his engorged cock against her front, rubbing himself against the outside of her skirt.
The Fraulein became weak knead as the consul daringly explored every nook and cranny of her mouth with a hot, wet tongue. She pressed her own tongue up to greet him and the two hungrily entwined in long, sensual kisses that ignited their lower parts. He reached for her bubbies, which remained trapped inside her dress, and they were already aflame with tingly feelings as the nipples hardened beneath the touch of her seducer.
She could feel the cunt juice of excitement beginning to drip down her thigh, into her bloomers and she could feel beneath her clothes that her pussy was beginning to swell and engorge, and she wondered, in that moment, what it would be like to lay down, take off her bloomers and open the petals of her virgin portal so that her employer could plow his rock-hard manhood past the sheath of her womanhood.
"Oh, Herr Reimath," she cooed again. "My cunt is quite on fire and only you can quench the deep desire that lives between my thighs. I would so love to feel your kisses between the lips of my quim, and would love you to wet me, to ready me, and show me the true passion of a man and woman together in the flesh."
Herr Reimath's huge cock swelled with the sweet, ardent acknowledgements of his secretary and he wanted more than anything to spread her wide open and simply give her his cock, immediately. Then, perhaps, he would stop after some time and go down to the tasty morsel between her legs and lick it and eat it as if it were a delicious piece of strudel. Ah, he wanted to fuck her.
He grabbed both breasts and molded them in his hands and bent to kiss them. Then he lifted the Fraulein's dress, worked his hand into her bloomers and let his finger find the pathway to her pussy. She sighed with joy and excitement while opening her legs from that standing position as her lover-to-be pried her cunt lips apart and slipped his finger back and forth across its length. He ran a finger through her thick mound of jet black pussy hair. The secretary began to moan loudly, almost like an animal in heat. "Take me, Herr consul," she begged. "My cunt is a juicy opening just waiting for its fill of your big, strong cock."
With that, she reached down into his pants and unzipped them, then gently took his huge, engorged cock into her hands and rubbed it back and forth, feeling the large head, the smooth skin, the little wrinkles and nooks beneath the head.
She bent and took the huge weapon to her mouth and hungrily began to suck it. The consul could feel the excitement all through his groin and ass-hole as the virginal secretary took his cock into the depths of her mouth. "Ah, Fraulein Preusser, you have such a talented mouth," he said, pressing her head further down on his prick, urging her to take it in up to the balls. "Yes, you suck me so wonderfully," he said.
She was moving vigorously up and down on it now, and her cunt was on fire beneath her underwear and skirts. She was anxious to pull off her clothing and sit right on top of her boss' big prick, impaling herself on his manhood and surrendering her virginity. Although she was not trained in this art, her cock-sucking abilities were adept and she stirred deep passion in her lovers loins. She sucked even harder, and he pressed into her even more furiously, and felt himself close to losing his seed. He warned her: "I'm so close, my dear, one more suck and I am finished," he said, moaning and twisting his hips so as to press even further into the hot, wet mouth that was undoing him.
He couldn't contain it any longer and pulled her head very close to his groin as he felt the jism sloshing through his cock and into the mouth of the virgin secretary. And as each wave of pleasure washed over him, she sucked the juice from his very core, and swallowed it, and the consul felt like his come would go on forever as his lovely employee continued to stimulate his juicy flow. But alas, the last of it had spurt out into the eager mouth of his secretary and she was licking the driplets from his cock head, and swallowing the last strains of his seed. She lapped eagerly, in anticipation of getting him nice and hard once again so he could slip his manhood into the portals of her pussy and claim her virginity as his very own conquest. She was getting up off her knees, and he was regaining his balance when, at that very moment, the door of the Consulate was flung upon by a tall, grim-faced captain of the Boxers, followed by six grinning soldiers who brandished knives and revolvers. The consul and his secretary were taken aback. Fritz Reimath's cock was still sticking out of his pants. He quickly put it away.
"See, my brothers?" the young captain turned back to his men. "These accursed white devils flaunt their filthy lusts within a stone's throw of the Imperial Palace. Let us avenge this dishonor!" And then, leveling his old Mauser, he pulled the trigger twice. Fritz Reimath uttered a choking cry, twisted around, his eyes huge with astonishment, then fell heavily onto the floor and lay still. Yet within seconds, a smile seemed to appear on his lips-he was taken in the act of being pleasured and those were his last memories of earth. Wilhelmina Preusser, hands at her mouth, stood as if petrified. The captain holstered his smoking revolver and stepped towards her. With a contemptuous sneer, he put his hands to the bodice of her shirtwaist and ripped it from her body, and then the camisole to expose the magnificent roundness of her heaving titties. They were large and firm, with soft pink nipple tips.
Finally, she did find her voice, but it availed her nothing. At his sign, two of his men leaped forward with obscene threats, seized the woman by the wrists and forced her down to her knees. A third soldier squatted behind her and ripped off her skirt, then the petticoat, and finally the black cotton bloomers which sheathed the sumptuous, plump, sinuously separated cheeks of her ivory-skinned behind.
"Dirty foreign whore," the young captain addressed her in pidgin English, "you deserve to die, but I spare your life if you do to me what you would have done for that pigdog of a foreign devil!"
He made a sign, and a fourth soldier stepped forward and took hold of her hair and head, while the other two men, kneeling on either side of her, tightened their hold on her wrists and maintained her kneeling position before her interlocutor.
The young captain, smirking down at the horrified and yet intrigued victim, unbuttoned the fly of his trousers and bared his elongated, violently swollen prick. "Now, sorceress," he urged in a hoarse voice, "do to it what you did to the cock of that assassin of my countryman, that despoiler of an innocent Chinese girl!"
Wilhelmina Preusser's eyes goggled at the sight of that pulsating spear with its dark veins standing out against the taut skin. Then a furious crimson blush burned her cheeks and forehead as she closed her eyes and whimpered, "Ach, nein. Ich-ich kann nicht. Bitte, nicht das, bitte!"
At the captain's sign, the soldier holding her head pressed her forward and she uttered a shriek. "If you will not suck me, then you suffer," the captain snarled. "Quick, sorceress! Fa Jung, take your belt and encourage her. It will be her first training as a whore for our brothels!"
A fifth soldier, squat and bald, his little eyes beady and furtive, chuckled lewdly as he drew his heavy black leather belt out of the trouser loops. Stationing himself behind her, he lifted it and applied a light, teasing smack across the ripest curves of her ivory bottom-cheeks. Wilhelmina Preusser uttered a shriek, writhed on her knees, tried to jerk free, but the soldier who held her head pressed it hard against his leader's naked groin. "You obey Captain Cheng Fu, or we will have to apply great force."
The buxom brunette at last opened her mouth, and Captain Cheng Fu, chuckling with joy, pressed his swollen cockhead between her lips. "Now you suck good," he ordered, signing for the other soldiers to lay off the dark-haired foreigner as she began to hungrily suck the cock of the menacing Boxer captain, while the other soldiers looked on, just waiting their turn.
-ll-
With the assassination of Fritz Reimath, several platoons of Boxers rushed into the Street of the Dragon, intent on butchering all the other foreign diplomats and their aides who might be found in that row of stately offices.
But they found only a few of the diplomats. Those who, having heard the outcry from the German Consulate, fled into the rear of their offices and hid in closets or waited, cowering or standing proudly erect to meet their destiny. Among these was Albert Garconniere, Assistant Consul for France, and Matthew Hoskins, the First Secretary to the British Consul, and several lesser dignitaries from the Belgian, Dutch and Russian legations.
Matthew Hoskins stood facing his assassins, arms at his sides, making no attempt to defend himself from the brutal slashes of half a dozen knives. He slumped to the floor and a young Boxer kicked his dead body as a sign of final contempt. Albert Garconniere, however, tried valiantly to defend himself, for he wanted to live. And so when the yelling soldiers smashed down the door of the French Consular Office, Albert Garconniere drew a pistol from his waistcoat, leveled it, and killed the first man to cross the threshold. He fired again, wounding a second soldier, but the gun jammed. He then used it as a club, and brained a burly, bald Chinaman who came at him with a heavy cudgel. But as he dodged the blow of his assailant, another struck him, and he died at once.
The orders of Prince Tuan were being swiftly carried out. Prince Tuan had secured the names and addresses of the families of those diplomats who had come to China to despoil her, and Duke Lan at once dispatched platoons of soldiers to those condemned dwellings, with orders to kill the men, but not to slay the women and young girls, but to take them captive instead. Meanwhile, the Russian Consul, Piotor Vorshilof, and the elderly French Consul, Jacques Picard, as well as the gray-haired and dignified British Consul, William Dougald, had already made their way to the fortress early that morning, perhaps having a terrible presentiment of what was to befall all whites in the city of Peking this dreadful day. They had told their faithful houseboys to pack only the most valuable possessions and to bring the women of the household and these valuables to the fortress as quickly as possible.
This fortress, near the Street of the Dragon, had originally been built by the French, and now quartered some 300 French, English and German officers. There were quarters for the enlisted men and sumptuously furnished rooms for the officers on the second floor. The walls were made of stone as tall as the Imperial Palace itself, and there were cannons inside the fortress, too. Besides a little hospital where Fritz Reimath's ailing wife lay dying, there were smaller billets for some of the Chinese servants. Since many of them had already deserted to go over to the Boxer cause, there would be room for the civilians who might need to take refuge against the terrible wave of bloodshed, torture and savagery which pitted the Chinese against the Europeans in a duel for survival that the whole world would be watching.
Not only had the workers in the fortress renounced the white overlords, whom they had formerly courted, eager for the gold and the extra measures of rice which their duties procured; but many a trusted houseboy of amah, responding to the patriotic cry of the Boxer soldiers in the streets of Peking, trembled with pride at the thought that they could cast aside the shackles of their servitude to these accursed white devils and help deliver them to the glorious armies of Lord Duke Lan.
Old Lin Moi, housekeeper to the dowdy wife of the murdered First Secretary, had long felt compassion for the lovely Jane Evans and loathing for the cruelty of her fat and vindictive mistress. She could have told Mathilda Hoskins that the young Englishwoman was not actually guilty of attempting to seduce Matthew Hoskins, and perhaps she understood why the woman lost no opportunity to shame and thrash poor Jane Evans like the lowliest of scullery maids. And so, when she heard the shrill cries of the Boxer soldiers down the alleyway behind the Hoskins' house, she hurried into the living room toward where Mathilda Hoskins was again berating the pale-faced, trembling, silent young brunette. "Mistress," she cried. "The Boxers come! We must leave the house quickly or they will kill us all!"
"Nonsense, you yellow heathen!" Mathilda Hoskins sneered. "What's this story of yours about Boxers? My husband would certainly have told me if there were any danger. I see what you're trying to do. I was just about to give Miss Evans, Miss High-and-Mighty Evans, if you please, the cane on her bare butt for having stolen my favorite brooch!"
"It's not true! I haven't seen it in a week, and that's the truth, Mrs. Hoskins!" Jane passionately protested.
"You lying little thieving slut, I know your kind, I've told you that before!" the fat woman jeered. "Get out of here, you old yellow fool, unless you'd like to stay and watch Miss Jane Evans prepare her noble butt for a dozen of the best bent right down over the Chesterfield!"
Then, a vicious grin making her fat face even more ugly, she brandished the rattan and snarled, "Strip, Miss! Maybe after you've had a good dozen as a start, you'll remember where you hid the brooch!"
"I swear to you-"
"Do you want me to have this skinny old Chinese heathen hold you down while I attend to your clothes, my girl?" Mathilda Hoskins hissed.
With a sob of desperate frustration and despair, Jane Evans slowly hoisted her skirt and petticoat and took her place over the Chesterfield's end. "That's more like it," Mathilda Hoskins sniggered as she moved forward to tug down the young woman's drawers, licking her lips in anticipation of seeing the plumpness of Jane Evans' milky flesh.
She fumbled with the waistband of the drawers and slipped two pudgy hands inside the band, and pulled down Jane's drawers to expose her fleshy rump. The fat woman ran one hand across the cheeks, touching the slightly raised pink marks from the last spanking she'd applied to the ripe behind, and then proceeded to pull the drawers down to the girl's feet.
"Step out of them and spread your legs apart," the woman ordered, crouching on the floor to get a birds-eye view of the bottom-cheeks and pussy lips. Jane did as she was told, raising her right leg, and then her left as she stepped out of her bloomers. As she did this, Mathilda could see the right pussy lip extend upward, and then the left one follow.
"Now spread them apart," Mathilda commanded, watching as Jane moved her feet further apart, totally baring the pink, juicy folds of her pussy as she obeyed. Once Mathilda saw the luscious cunt folds she put down the rattan and decided to finger fuck Jane, pretending to search for the brooch.
"Now, I'll teach you to steal a brooch from me, Missy," Mathilda threatened, "but first, I want to see where you hid it. Is it here?" she chuckled, pressing two fingers to the opening rim of Jane's cunt and spreading the pussy hole open. "Have you hidden the jewelry in your snatch, Missy?"
"No, Ma'am," she cried. "I've not taken it in the first place and I'd never put it there."
"The sluts in prison always hide things in their snatches," Mathilda said. "You'll have to undergo a thorough examination. Lie down on the floor and spread wide open."
Jane obeyed, lowering herself to the throw rug, smoothing her skirts beneath her behind, and laying her entire body down. Her skirt fell over her hips and Mathilda quickly lifted it and roughly opened the girls legs, watching the pink pussy-hole gape open as she did. She licked her lips at the sight of the gleaming pinkness, which was wet with a natural lubricant and scented with nature's musk. Mathilda secretly inhaled the cunt scent and bent over her maid as if she were a policewoman in search of a weapon-but she conducted her search in Jane's pussy. With her head bent so close to the cunt she could almost kiss it, Mathilda inserted a fat middle finger and probed the inner depths of Jane's snatch.
"Ah, you could fit it right in there, couldn't you," she said, pressing her finger against the inner mounds of glands and flesh.
"I can't feel it there, but we'll have to check further," Mathilda said, suddenly preparing her fist to insert into the still glistening cunthole.
She forced the maid's milky legs even further apart, and nudged her knuckles toward the opening. The index finger knuckle was the first to press inward and then she worked the entire hand in until she was finally fucking Jane with her whole fist, pressing her hand into the pretty pussy-hole, and getting her own cunt all excited as she did this.
"Please Miss, not so hard," Jane pleaded. But Mathilda was hot, and her plump cunt lips were now inflamed as she fist fucked the accused brooch thief. As her fat cunt became filled with excitement and lust, she decided it was time to search for the brooch inside Jane's pretty little ass-hole.
"Turn it over now, Missy, and spread those ass cheeks wide for me."
Having surrendered, Jane simply turned, rested her head and shoulders against the floor and foisted her ass up in the air, offering her ass-hole to Mathilda.
Mathilda ran her hands around the milky flesh and again admired the pink stripped handiwork on the girl's butt. Then, sticking her middle finger into her mouth to wet it, she then took the finger and pressed toward the tight crinkly ass-hole. Jane flinched, but Mathilda continued, finally edging the finger past the rim and entering the orifice.
Mathilda then pressed her finger deeply into Jane's behind, feeling the girl's sphincter tightening around it, and began to fuck her more quickly, pressing the finger deeper as she went along, until it was in up to the knuckle. She then took her other hand, swung it around, and finger fucked the girls cunt, so that each hole was filled with those fat fingers and the fingers caused friction and rubbing against each other.
She pressed the fingers in so hard and so deep that I'll she was beginning to hurt Jane, who flinched as Mathilda pressed, and finally the fat woman said, "No, no brooch in there, but you've worked me up so, you'll have to lick my cunt and make the flames of passion quiet, or I'll have to punish you further, Missy, for stealing my brooch."
There was a crash of pots and pans being overturned in the kitchen, the excited voices of Chinamen, and then five men with rifles and knives burst into the living room.
Suddenly, just as Mathilda moved to yank down her drawers so Jane could gamahuche her, Mathilda Hoskins was shocked as the men burst through the door, nearly catching her with her panties off.
Lin Moi called out in Chinese, "Spare the girl, she is a slave to this cursed sorceress. But kill the sorceress, she is fat and ugly and old and cannot give you pleasure."
"As you wish, venerable old woman," a tall sergeant of the Boxers agreed. Raising his pistol, he shot Mathilda Hoskins in the belly. She gave a gurgling cry, clapped both fat hands over the wound, and then crumpled onto the sofa and began to shriek. Then the shrieking stopped. She was gone.
Jane Evans straightened, tugging down skirt and petticoat, pale with terror at this greater danger. "Spare her!" Lin Moi repeated, "She is good, she has done you no harm!"
"By the order of the Lord Duke Lan, old mother," the sergeant grinned as he jerked his thumb obscenely toward the shuddering young brunette, "she is to be taken prisoner and then to the city of Hanchow, where it is ordained that all young white sorceresses shall stand trial for their crimes against
China! Seize her and bind her, and then let us go, for we have other business that must be done swiftly before all these accursed foreigners escape!"
In a trice, Jane Evans found herself with her wrists and ankles tightly tied, and, hoisted like a sack of potatoes, she was taken from the house, out of the servitude that had seemed like hell and toward an unknown destination that could, for all she knew, be worse.
Not far from the scene the handsome nineteen year old houseboy Kim Sung, Lida Garconniere's lover, was aiding Lida and her cruel stepmother Claudia in packing the jewels. Then quickly, they all hid in the cellar.
Soon Corporal Weng Chu arrived with his men. When they entered the cellar, talking amongst themselves in Chinese, Claudia Garconniere could not suppress a sneeze, and the Boxers quickly discovered all three of them.
"Spies have accused you of having lain with the young sorceress," Corporal Weng Chu sniggered as he moved forward to face the handsome young houseboy. "You will speak at once or I will have my men cut out your intestines. It will be a slow death with much pain. Well, speak! You, a young man of your strength and intelligence, to be serving these foreign devils! You deserve death as it is, but I will spare you if you tell the truth!"
One of the soldiers put his knife to Kim Sung's Adam's apple, pricking it with the sharp point. "Yes-yes-but I had to do it-she seduced me-forgive me, noble Boxers!" Kim Sung cravenly sobbed.
"Cochon! Sacre chien!" Lida Garconniere hissed, turning scarlet as she saw the eyes of the Chinese soldiers fix upon her, appraising her, mentally disrobing her and imagining her and Kim Sung naked and fucking together, imagining Sung's engorged cock pumping in and out of her grotto of lust.
Handsome, auburn-haired Claudia Garconniere uttered a cry of horrified consternation at this confession: "Lida-mon Dieu-tell them that he lies, quickly! It isn't possible-you and the Chinaman-c'est trop degoutanter
"Yes sorceress, tell her." Corporal Weng Chu sauntered over to the trembling, honey-haired girl and, with a smirk of familiarity, cupped her chin in his left hand while cupping her breast with his right hand. He squeezed it hard.
"Don't hurt me-oh please-yes, yes, he was my lover!" Lida cried out.
Claudia Garconniere closed her eyes and shuddered. "You filthy, contemptible little slut! You're no better than a ten franc Parisian whore!" she panted, putting her hand to her eyes and bowing her head as she thought of the shame this disclosure would bring Lida's father, her beloved Albert.
"How very interesting!" Corporal Weng Chu sniggered. "I have never seen one of our people mate with one of these accursed sorceresses. Kim Sung, if you do not wish your intestines to spill out on the floor, you will lie with this young sorceress before us all to teach us how it is done!"
"Oh no-don't let him-Maman, I don't want to!" Lida hysterically cried, turning toward her stepmother. But Claudia turned her back on the honey-haired girl, and muttered, "I should have whipped you, you filthy little bitch! Oh, if only I'd known! And that wretched Chinese boy-how could you stoop so low?"
Alas, Claudia Garconniere thought only of the disgrace and the shame brought upon herself and her husband. She had not yet learned the true meaning of shame, but she would in the court of Li Woo in Hanchow.
The two soldiers guarding Kim Sung pushed him toward the sobbing Lida with obscene exhortations. The handsome young Chinese houseboy stammered, "Missy, forgive-I must, to save our lives. But I love you, Missy, I do it in love!"
She backed away as she saw him reach for her, but two soldiers suddenly shoved her forward into his arms, guffawing obscenely. One of them called to her in pidgin English, "If Missy not like houseboy, me Bo Kan, show you what good Chinese prick can do between your white legs!"
"Quickly now, we have little time to waste on all of you," the corporal growled. "Strip her naked and fuck her before all of us, or you die at once!"
At this terrible threat, Kim Sung shuddered and, seizing the struggling, shrieking girl, ripped off her dress and camisole, then her drawers, and then flung her down upon her back on the cold earthen floor, while he fumbled with his silken robe to bare his prick.
Three Boxer soldiers seized Claudia Garconniere and dragged her forward, while one of them stood behind her, his right hand atop her head, his left thumb and forefinger pressing her eyelids upward so that she was forced to look at the scene before her.
The exquisite, naked body of the struggling young French girl excited Kim Sung, even in this terrible aura of danger and death. His prick hardened as he gazed at the honey-haired snatch before him, the pink lips glistening with love juice, the deeply pink pussy hole looking so inviting and open. The soldiers had forced the girl's legs apart so that they could all glance deeply into the white girl's cunt as Kim Sung prepared to spear her with his weapon.
He rubbed two fingers up and down the lips and pressed inside the hole, just to make sure she was wet enough. Then holding himself over her with one hand, and guiding his cock to the mark with the other, he nudged the head toward the opening and pressed inward. The head of his cock was buried inside the beautiful quim, resting comfortably for a moment before he pressed onward and inward, until he was buried in her to the balls.
He began to moan, unable to control the deep passion and desire that welled up in him as he fucked her.
The soldiers looked on longingly as Kim Sung sunk himself into the snatch of the French girl. They could soon see that the excited Chinaman was near the crucial moment, because his small butt was now pumping up and down with great vigor as he pressed his prick inside, to the hilt. Suddenly, he cried out in a passionate moan as his seed spilled into the white woman's receptive opening. With that, Weng Chu leaned down, pulled the spent Chinaman off Lida and knocked him out with a karate chop to the back of his head.
Lieutenant Peng Chu had slipped out of the Vorshilof house and told the little scullery maid, Tsi Keng, to go quickly to the house of her parents, near the west gate. Then he hurried down the alleyway to the secret headquarters of the Boxers, where he donned the white robe with the yellow circle over his heart and assumed his rightful insignia as lieutenant. From his captain, he respectfully commandeered six men to accompany him back to the residence of the Russian Consul. And there, in the bedroom of Katerina Ourosoff, he found the beautiful buxom widow and her niece, Nadia Kaplinski, in each other's arms, naked but for their camisoles and silken hose and garters. They were fondling and kissing and pussy rubbing, their carnal bliss obliterating all thoughts of their own personal safety before the Boxer hordes.
He had both women stretched on their bellies on the bed, and while his men held the wrists and ankles of the two naked captives, he seized a thin flexible bamboo switch and began to playfully swat their behinds and legs. "I have seen you often thus, you filthy sorceresses," he snarled as he brought the bamboo switch down on Nadia's shuddering bottom-globes. "And you, the fat sow who pretends to give her the whip for her wickedness, when you really do it to inflame your own filthy and depraved lusts, you I know even better!" And the bamboo whistled down on Katerina Ourosoff's writhing, naked posterior.
But because he was well disciplined, Peng Chu halted his men in their urge to bugger and fuck the two naked women, and at last he flung the switch away. And so they, too, were bound and trundled off to a secret place on the edge of the city, where at nightfall they would be taken to the court of the Mandarin of Hanchow to expiate the evil they had done.
There were a few who were loyal to their employers, like faithful old Mei Fong, the nurse of Ernestine Hullweg. It was she who swore to the Boxer soldiers who invaded the house of Kurt Hullweg that all in this house had committed no crime and respected the honor of the Dowager Empress. "Make them prisoners, then, and let them be tried by an honorable mandarin," she urged, "but do not slaughter the innocent until you know they have wronged our nation."
Her words prevailed to such and extent that the sergeant commanding the platoon reluctantly agreed. And thus it was that Erika, her stepfather and his mature wife, Ernestine, were taken to Hanchow unharmed but as prisoners to stand before the tribunal of Li Woo. Finally, since the Boxers had unleashed their pillaging and murder in the provinces of little villages surrounding Peking, Dorothy Trowbridge and Katya van der Groot were made prisoners and began the long journey to that gilded court where fat, depraved Li Woo avidly waited for them. Katya's pastor-husband was killed, as was the young Dutch soldier, Hans Mulder, who had been convalescing from his wounds in the van der Groot house.
Thus, as poor Katya was driven along, bound and lying in the bottom of a wooden cart drawn by an ox, she thought mournfully of how she had been widowed of a husband who had not once fucked her in the five years of their marriage, and widowed again from the handsome young man who had loved to fuck her.
-12-
The serious assault of the Boxers in the city of Peking had left many foreigners dead or dying. But, contrary to the hopes of Duke Lan, the surprise attack had not succeeded in annihilating the entire foreign contingent or the troops that were already quartered in the garrison near the Imperial Palace. Although he had given orders to cut the telegraph lines out of Peking, a number of embassy officials had already managed to get word out of the hostile city to their nations' troops stationed in other parts of China, and to some of the warships lying at anchor in the harbor of Hong Kong, as well.
Nevertheless, the Boxer chief was exultant when the news was brought to him after this first weekend of bloody yet patriotic warfare that numerous white women and young girls, not only in Peking but also in the provinces, had been captured and were on their way to Hanchow to stand trial for their "crimes" against China and the Dowager Empress. He had given orders to Li Woo, the mandarin who would preside at these trials, that no one was to be put to death, but that they were to be dealt with-and the verbatim terms of his message to Li Woo so decreed-"with appropriate justice and yet intensity, with understanding and yet with the benign punishments a father might use upon willful and disobedient children. It is the men of these cursed foreign invaders who are truly the guilty ones, and they shall meet death for their actions. Perhaps if they understand that their women are in our hands they can no longer feel themselves so superior to us, whose history is far more ancient and honorable than theirs ever will be, and they will begin to understand the magnitude of our illustrious Tsu Hsi's regime."
On the morning of the eighteenth of June, the news from Peking and Kansu was hardly joyous to the Boxers and to the Mandarin of Hanchow. The soldiers of the foreign nations still held fast in their fortress against the Boxers. Soldiers from the German and French military camps at Lo Chin, at the very entry of the province of Kansu, had already crushed the attackers there and controlled almost the entire region.
Yet Hanchow was still safe from attack, for it was accessible to the enemy only after climbing a range of tortuously steep hills, and the soldiers of the Imperial Army as well as the Boxer troops were ready to repel any invader. It was on this June morning when the sun shone, the darkest hours of all were to begin for the females incarcerated beneath the floor of Li Woo's palace. His courtroom was even larger than his enormous banquet chamber, and the intricately tiled floor was fabricated on two levels, so that one end formed the dais. On it, Li Woo sat tailor-fashion at the tribunal table, seated majestically upon brocade cushions. To his left was the venerable Jong Ma, a colonel in the Boxer army, who commanded the main garrison of the citadel of Hanchow. To his right was the old peddler Guey Wong, and beside the him, a long-time friend of the mandarin, the lean, wealthy merchant from Wosan, Fa Joe.
At the back of this enormous chamber and on its lower level, uniformed guards were posted, armed with spears or curved swords. These guards were members of the Chinese Army, whose presence was part of the elaborate protocol which the mandarin had set forth to surround this "trial" with an official status. In this way, the shrewd and sexually perverse Li Woo assured himself that the representatives of these accursed foreign devils would have no reason to decry total lawlessness or barbarism." The soldiers were also there, at the cunning suggestion of crafty Prince Tuan, for they would act as official observers for Tsu Hsi and thus enforce her edict that no hostage was to incur the death penalty.
Kneeling at the edge of the dais were Li Woo's two female torturesses both of whom had burned incense before the shrine of the goddess Kuan Yin, the patroness of Chinese justice. They had recalled to each other this glorious morning how their beloved and mighty master Li Woo had saved them from ignominious death and elevated them to such rank as they now held this day, a day when they would show to the nobles and the soldiers assembled here theiringenious skills in dealing with the sorceresses who had sinned against China. Soo Fa and Ma Loo knelt facing the mandarin, clad in sleeveless red and yellow robes, arms folded across their bosoms and their heads bowed towards him in humility and obeisance. But their eyes sparkled with pride and anticipation, for they knew that in the audience on the lower level were shopkeepers, minor officials of Hanchow, wealthy merchants, and Buddhist priests who had angrily decried the rising of the hated Christian faith in their diocese.
A stunning silence had fallen now over this huge courtroom as all understood that the moment was at hand. Li Woo, conscious of his powers and gloating over them as much as did his two female enforcers, intoned in a reedy voice a prayer in honor of Tsu Hsi.
Then he went on: "What a great honor as mandarin and first magistrate of the Celestial One in this, her Imperial city of Hanchow, I have to signal to you-and how unworthy I am of this exalted task. Now, on this very hour of this never-to-be forgotten day in the sixth moon of the Year of the Fox, I pronounce the opening of the trial of those foreign devils who have bewitched and betrayed our good, illustrious and humble people, who have subjected them to the insolent and cruel tyrannies of soldiers bearing arms against our beloved nation, who have cheated them in the market places and corrupted their very souls in the name of the blasphemous religion which I will not signify by uttering its name. And so, to all of you, I bid welcome in accordance with the will of the divine Tsu Hsi and of the great Prince Tuan, and I announce that this tribunal is now open to hear the cases of those malfeasants and malefactors who shall appear before you, stripped of all their pride and their arrogance, just as their raiment shall be stripped from their pampered flesh to taste the justice of those against whom they have so grievously sinned!"
He eyed Guey Wong, who nodded excitedly, clasping his hands in an attitude of prayerful joy; and the smile on his aging, moist lips deepened in appreciation. Clearing his throat, he went on: "Let it be said at once that justice and mercy will vie with each other, yet it will be Chinese justice and Chinese mercy, in no way akin to the hypocritical and sanctimonious laws these foreign devils have us enact. I hereby invoke the ancient god of wrath, and I summon up before you the imperishable memories of our most ancient dynasties when I declare that in this court and before me, punishment must befit the crimes of the culprits. Those of you who are here to attend, I beg of you to watch in silence and to observe with respect how sentences are carried out upon all criminals who shall be judged guilty by our tribunal."
A murmur of anticipation came from the gathered throng on the lower level of this enormous courtroom. Li Woo smiled again, glancing at his old friend, and then, his face solemn and his voice harsh, went on: "Our first case will be a simple one, as is our tradition. You will hear and see a young white harlot who, according to the information that has been furnished to us, has herself perhaps committed no crime against China. Yet since she is the spawn of a white devil who has helped to make crafty and villainous treaties that would deliver all of us into the power of these foreigners, she is as guilty as her father before the law. Therefore, I say that her punishment shall inspire atonement as well as the divine spirit of humility, wherefrom it is hoped that she will inform us freely and without equivocation of all those heinous crimes which she knew her father was devising against Tsu Hsi. I now call for her to be brought forth!" And with this, he clapped his fat hands thrice.
Far to his right, and on the lower level, a silken drapery hid a doorway, a drapery that had been sewn with the symbols of the Dragon, the Fox, and the Clenched Fists. It was now drawn aside by one of the uniformed soldiers, and the door on the other side was opened by a Boxer officer to permit the first captive to face her judge.
A third Chinese woman, Kee Ming, dressed in a robe of black and red, entered first, leading Lida Garconniere. The exquisite honey-haired French girl stumbled forward. Her wrists were bound behind her back with rawhide thongs, and her hair was disheveled. She wore a white muslin dress, quite new and strange to see after the long weeks of her captivity in the underground cell. But the fact was that Li Woo's cunning sadism explained this attractive dress, which she might have worn for a social function; on his order, all white females lodged in his dungeons were to be given clean new attire such as their kind normally wore. Thus, when they were brought before him and stripped for punishment, their humiliation would be all the greater!
Li Woo contemplated the shuddering young French blonde with glittering eyes. Two nights before, he had paid a stealthy visit to the dungeons of the subterranean vaults of his dwelling, peeping through hidden little panels in the doors of each cell in order to inspect his intended victims and savor in advance their intoxicating physical charms. In this appraisal, he had already secretly marked Lida as his future concubine. The heart-shaped, exquisite modeling of her face, with her large, dark-blue eyes now filled with tears and piteously anguished, the tremulous quality of her mouth and the milky pallor of her bare skin, ignited his bestial lusts as he now sat in judgment upon her, knowing exactly what he was going to order for her chastisement, gloating over his unchallenged powers over not only her but also all of the others who awaited their own moment before the tribunal.
It was true that she, like all the others, was officially a hostage to be held under the sacred order of Tsu Hsi herself; and yet there had been no stipulation and there was no written law that Lida and the others should not serve his own ferocious rut so long as they did not perish. And because his first critical consideration of all these frightened young women had marked her with a particular relish, he had already decided that she should be the first to endure his "Chinese justice," so that her magnificent body might be exposed before his admiring eyes as a prelude to his eventual and far more prolonged possession of her white flesh.
"Sorceress," he intoned, "you stand before us charged with having treasonable knowledge of your father's plot against the mighty Empire of China and Tsu Hsi herself. How do you plead to this change?"
Lida Garconniere trembled. Her frightened eyes stared at all of the men before her, the gray-haired old peddler, the Boxer officer, the prosperous merchant, and finally, the salaciously menacing face of Li Woo himself.
Since he had spoken to her in English, she replied in that tongue: "I-I've done nothing! My father is assistant to the French Consul in Peking, and I know that he wanted no war with the Chinese. You have no right to imprison us, my mother and me. We've heard nothing from Peking."
"It is my humane compassion which permits me to enlighten your ignorance, you young sorceress," the mandarin retorted. "Your father is dead, so at least his treason against China has been avenged. But this does not absolve you of your guilt. Tell us now, I order you in the name of her Celestial Majesty, what you know of the treaties and the secret messages which your father must surely have composed for the destruction of our glorious nation!"
"That is a lie! I know nothing. My father served his country, and better than you serve yours, you cruel, hateful man!" Lida Garconniere cried out indignantly. Tears ran down her cheeks, for the news of her father's death had stunned her, news that seemed like a nightmare.
But her brave defiance, motivated by the agony of this dreadful news, was rash indeed, for it rendered personal insult to the mandarin himself. Sucking in his breath with ill-concealed fury, Li Woo controlled himself with a visible effort. In a severe voice, his eyes seeking out the spectators and ignoring the trembling blonde, he declared, "It was the blessed custom during our ancient and glorious Ming Dynasty to put the question to the offender who refused to speak truth. And so now I invoke the ancient laws, and I sentence this unreasonable and irascible white sorceress to the bench of exquisite captivity. Acquaint her with it at once!"
Kee Ming laughed softly and nodded, tugging at the frightened captive to stumble behind her and march towards the low bench where Soo Fa and Ma Loo waited, having hastened to it the moment they had heard their revered master pronounce the punishment. Then she turned and quickly removed the binding from Lida's hands, while the other two Chinese women swiftly and expertly stripped her of the muslin dress, petticoat and camisole.
This was not done without protest, as Lida twisted and jerked in her captors' grasp. She denounced them, as she did the mandarin, and she threatened the latter with the reprisal of her own native land. To this Li Woo made a furious gesture, and Soo Fa and Ma Loo again seized her while she tried to huddle herself, clad now only in white batiste drawers, gray lisle stockings and shoes, her sumptuously round young titties with their dusky coral buds panting in terror and shame before all those hungry, alien eyes.
Now the two capable Chinese torturesses ripped off her batiste drawers. Even as she shrieked and clapped one hand over her furry cunt, they crouched at her feet and yanked off shoes and stockings until, at last, she stood naked before the entire court.
"Is she to have a mere whipping, then?" Guey Wong whispered in apparent disappointment.
"Ah, good old friend, your ears are not so sharp as when we caroused together in our youth , " Li Woo smilingly reproved him. "Much more than a mere whipping, be very certain. Did you hear me say that she should taste the bench of exquisite captivity? Watch. No bonds will hold her when she receives the lash. Moreover, it will not be the bamboo rod nor the leather thong, but instead the delightful tickling of the eel skin upon the magnificent bottom and those lithe, firm white thighs! Ah, Guey Wong, watch and see."
Soo Fa and Ma Loo again seized the girl, forced her to the bench and turned her so that she faced the lower level of the courtroom, while her bottom and back were exposed to the full view of the intent tribunal. Soo Fa pushed Lida flat on her belly on the bench, as Kee Ming seized the eel skin whip, and now returned to the bench to take her place at Lida's left. She turned and bowed towards Li Woo and awaited the sign.
Again the room fell silent as the French girl found herself stretched over the bench, her luscious cunt and anal orifices spread open for the pleasures of the tribunal.
She looked back over her left shoulder at the tribunal. Tears glittered in those deep eyes, and the delicate wings of her nostrils flared and shrank agitatedly. The old peddler stared at her superb naked body, devouring her as if he could never get enough of that milky-white skin, and imagining the great pleasures to be had with a cock buried deep inside the precious pink pussy hole.
Li Woo turned to stare at his old friend, then chuckled, and he raised his right hand. Kee Ming drew a deep breath, her lips forming a vicious smile. Slowly she raised the heavy leather handle of that curious whip, held it aloft in the air and then swept it down across the top of Lida's naked hips.
The effect was electrifying! Lida started to jerk as the gray-white end of the whip adhered to the upper curves of both bottomglobes. Then her hands clawed the air, her head flung back, and a groan resounded through the courtroom: "Ohh, it hurts me! Have mercy on me, I've done nothing. I'm not guilty of any wrong-oh, why do you torture me this way?" Yet on the white expanse of that magnificent posterior, there was not the least sign of any mark. Already the Chinese torturess was slowly raising her arm for the second stroke.
Lida now tensed her muscles, tightening the cheeks of her bottom with all her might. Shudders ran up and down her thighs and calves, her shoulders jerked, her arms stretched out ahead of her and her fingernails probed into the hard wood of the low bench. She seemed to be steeling herself for an ordeal that was virtually beyond her power to endure.
Then at last Kee Ming's arm slashed down and the thong danced over the tensing hemispheres of Lida's bottom, perhaps an inch below the tender flesh where that lash had kissed. The eel skin clung to Lida's bare bottom with a lascivious and greedy caress; once again the young woman's body trembled in violent, spasmodic tremors. All her limbs were in play, and most of all the muscles of her bottom. These tightened and relaxed, only to tighten again in erratic tempo. "I'm innocent, I swear!" the French girl protested.
The Chinese torturess continued to apply the eel skin to Lida's naked bottom-cheeks with cadenced and methodical regularity. The whip rose high in the air was suspended for a terrible suspense-ridden moment, then swept down to attack precisely the place that Kee Ming had chosen. She employed this novel whip in a constant downward progression. Covering the entire bottom from the slopes of Lida's hips to the tops of the young girl's thighs, with a thirty second interval between each stroke, she seemed to strike a new place, one not yet touched, each time.
"Will you speak at last, you stubborn harlot?" the mandarin exasperatedly demanded. "Confess your sins, throw yourself upon the mercy of this august court, and I shall end the thrashing."
"Ohh-pitie, le bon Dieu knows I have never heard of any plots! Oh, my poor father-you cannot speak for me or yourself, but you loved only France and you could not have wished war-oh have pity, the pain is too much!"
"Your howling does not move this court," the mandarin sarcastically replied. "And I see no stripes on that fat bottom of yours."
As he gazed upon the milky-skinned, well padded behind, Woo began to imagine his cock embedded to the balls in the tight canal of her anus. It made his cock stiff, and the more he gazed at her naked flesh, the more it throbbed. Li Woo then ordered the Chinese whipstress to cease this session, conscious that he would save the tender girl for his personal means and have Lida brought to his chamber so he may truly enjoy her sorceress' charms
"Oh what a superb spectacle! How grateful I am to you for it, dear old friend!" The old peddler told his friend as the whipping subsided. He licked his trembling lips, his eyes glittered with pleasure. "Ah, how that big bottom of hers leapt up when the whip fell, although while it is still in the air descending, she tried to wriggle it as if to hide from the eel skin. Oh, I must give that dear woman who wields the eel skin a piece of silver for this sublime treat! And to you, Li Woo, I lift this cup of wine to toast your genius!"
"So you will not speak the truth yet, you obstinate, wicked harlot?" the mandarin harangued her. "Soo Fa, Ma Loo, each of you grasp one of that harlot's buttocks and draw them apart so that our eyes may visit the tender groove between those fat posterior globes of hers!"
But this command had been spoken in Chinese and Lida did not understand it. Yet when she felt the two Chinese women prying open the swollen, throbbing cheeks of her bottom, she tried with all her might to clench them together. "Not there!! " she wailed piteously, "I'm innocent-oh, mon Dieu, I'm only a girl, how could I harm any of you-have mercy-have mercy-and I will ... "
"Now, we will see how much a white whore enjoys the caress of the flesh between those cheeks," Li Woo said, clapping his hands so the sisters would proceed in spreading her wide open, and Kee Ming could apply her very specialized craft.
Taking hold of the very tip of the eel skin, Kee Ming darted it toward the puckering pink orifice of Lida Garconniere's ass-hole, tickling her way down the crease between the cheeks and then nudging the sharp yet thrilling tool into the tender hole.
Lida flinched as she felt Kee Ming invade her backdoor hole with the artful flip of a wrist and at the same time she began to feel the swell of sexuality in her cunt lips and her ass-hole, as the other two women held her so widely apart, exposing the dainty, crinkled hole.
Kee Ming kept the whip end straight and began to press it forward, deeply into the puckered anus, causing the sensation of being buggered by a snake, and Lida simply did not expect the intense stir of passion that began to rise from her lower parts; she wiggled and twisted about, but was held deftly still by the women who held open her ass. And before she knew it, her body writhed with a wild and untold pleasure, so intense that it became more electrifying than the whip-and perhaps more painful than the lashes. Lida could not stop herself from pressing her ass-hole against the invading tool, and desiring that her entire canal be filled with this weapon of perverse lust; and her cunt, now a swollen mass, was in plain view to those on the dais, all of whom could not hide the growing desire that erected their huge, hungry cocks.
In this tortuous pleasure she howled: "I will confess, anything, I confess!"
"To your father's part, then, in the conspiracy with other foreign devils who hoped to bring about the destruction of China?" Li Woo demanded in English. But at the same moment, he made a secret sign to the torturess with the whip. Her two colleagues at once obscenely yawned Lida's buttocks further apart, and now the slim tip of the eel skin was replaced by a thick, knotted tip. This was then pressed into the French girl's ass-hole, providing again a sensation of deep, uncontrollable pain and pleasure, all at once.
"I confess-I confess to everything-I'm guilty-yes, my father too-oh, stop it now, quickly, or give me something to quench the lust this stirs inside me!"
The bench clattered as Lida's body jerked and writhed upon it. And the old peddler, his hands secretly hidden under his robe, fondling his prick throughout this magnificent flogging and ass-fondling, now uttered a sobbing groan and ground his teeth as his huge, hard, swollen organ expressed its load, and orgasm stickied his palm with his own bubbling spunk.
"Let the sorceress be taken to my private chamber, and have the physician attend her. I shall interrogate her later and obtain the full confession," Li Woo decreed, knowing full well his interrogation would be achieved by exploring every orifice of the nubile young woman's body, while she pleasured his swollen prick in private.
Soo Fa and Ma Loo released their grasp on the girl, their hands slipping off her buttocks and sweat-drenched body. This done, they helped her to her feet and at Li Woo's abrupt sign, dragged her, moaning and whimpering, through the door whence she had been brought.
To the mandarin's own bedchamber they brought her, laying her on her belly upon the huge, perfumed, silk-sheeted bed. Binding her wrists and ankles with silken cords, they tied these fast to metal rings set into the teakwood head and footboards of that lecherous bed, thrusting first a pillow under her loins to elevate her bottom. The woman who had whipped her so diabolically now brought a special salve to rub over the posterior, to heal any burns from the whip, and all three mockingly promised her a night far warmer than the recent hour, and then they went out, leaving Lida Garconniere's tender young body ready for the passionate pleasure of the fat horny mandarin.
As the court was readied for the next sorceress, Li Woo stole away to his chamber to taste the treasures that lay between the lovely legs of his chosen slut. She lay upon his bed, her arms and legs tied in such a way as to display the full charms of her fat ass, her crinkled hole and her fat pussy lips, and he feasted on this sight while strolling into the room.
His cock was swollen with rut, caused by the exciting flogging of the girl, and by the thrilling peek at the inner ass cheeks, a location in her body he longed to take possession of since first seeing the girl.
He came to the bed, whereupon she threw her head backward to cast an eye on him, and her first response was to struggle. But to no avail. The magistrate then straddled the bed, placed his body before the upturned ass cheeks and deliciously yawned them apart to spy on the tender, pink, crinkled rim that led to what he knew was a canal that would offer him pure pleasure and would sate his gnawing rut so he could continue his work of the day.
First, he crawled around to Lida's head and, lifting the beautiful face, nudged his cock to the full pink lips and offered his swollen member to the embrace of her warm mouth. She didn't fight, but simply took hold of the engorged weapon with her lips and pulled it in as far as she could, feeling the fat, purple cock head swell between her teeth. Li Woo held his rampant rod level with her mouth and pressed it into the confines of her lovely orifice and pulled out, pressed in and out again, until the natural rhythm of the exquisite blow job began to create the stirrings of ejaculation at the base of his balls. Holding her head, pressing it down on his cock, and filling her mouth with his huge manhood, he said "Suck me properly, fair lady, and bring me close to the come, but don't yet take my seed for I have a proper place in mind for that."
She strained her neck to take in all of the magistrate's hardness, and pulled him in to the balls, which caused great shivers of lust to shoot through his hardened spear. When he felt too close to coming, he yanked himself from her mouth and went back to his position between her backside and spread open thighs. What he wanted was her sweet, tight ass-hole and all the pleasure it had to offer him. Thus, he yawned open the tender butt cheeks and exposed again that crinkly hole, and pressed the head of his cock toward the opening after first anointing it with a special fucking dew that created an easy access to this special portal in women.
The head pressed past the rim, and Lida flinched, but Woo kept pressing the stiffened cock to the mark and soon had entered one quarter of the way, then half way, giving Lida the feeling that she was being spread wide apart and infiltrated by a foreign object. But she did not complain, and instead, pressed herself upward to greet his now thrusting rod and to take the full length of his prick into her charming chink.
Uplifted expertly by the pillows, Woo was able to pull the girl's bottom up toward his weapon in such a way that the cleft was now swallowing the rock-hard instrument, and he could feel the head of this monstrous sex organ buried to the hilt, far into the deep canal of her anus. He pressed harder and harder, so as to place himself into the buried treasure of her behind, and then he began to fuck her wildly with a pent up passion that was releasing itself into the depths of her tightest hole.
"This charming cleft of your's brings me close to the come," he panted, lifting his hips up, pulling himself out to the rim of the ass, and then foisting himself back inward, in suddenly more aggressive movements. "Ah, yes, squeeze my cock with those lovely ass muscles, draw my juices into the depths of this delicious ass-hole."
He fucked madly now, and she squeezed the ass muscles on every down thrust so that the magistrate truly felt the head of his cock being strangled when he pulled out to the rim of her ass-hole. He would plunge right back in, diving into the deepest center of her anatomy.
Soon the swelling of his vital juices could not be stopped and the feeling began to bubble at the base of his balls and shoot upward in long, pleasurable spasms of lust, as he squirted his seed into the bowels of his captive goddess.
He buggered her with brutal, rapid movements toward the end, spilling himself fully as he pressed for the final contractions. He slumped onto her back, leaving his still hard organ implanted in her ass, until Soo Fa and Ma Loo quietly came to the room to get him, and rouse him for his continued day on the dais of judgment over those who have assaulted his much beloved country.
-13-
"Oh master of sublime justice, genius of castiga-tory improvisation, what delicious spectacle comes next before this tribunal?" Guey Wong pantingly begged his august friend, the lordly Mandarin of Hanchow when he returned to the dais after his much satisfying ass-fuck with the first of the accused!
"This time, old friend, we shall punish two wicked foreign sorceresses who, from the information I have received from a worthy officer of the Boxers who was employed in their household, were guilty of no treasonable crime against Her Celestial Majesty, but who have sinned in the most abominably depraved manner. Their turpitude is therefore a crime against the morality of our great, ancient, and honorable land, and it must be made known to those worthy spectators so that our ancient laws still stand unchallenged by such wicked evasions by these accursed white devils!" the fat mandarin sententiously declared.
Clapping his hands, he now ordered Soo Fa and Ma Loo to bring before him Nadia Kaplinski and her buxom aunt Katerina Ourosoff, as well as their accuser, Lieutenant Peng Chu, once that solemn and taciturn steward who had served the portly Russian Consul Piotor Vorshilof and who had spied upon their Lesbian love of lash and lust!
Katerina and Nadia, their wrists bound behind them, did not appear to be too greatly distraught. From time to time, Katerina glanced at her niece and gave her a tender smile, as if to tell her to have courage and that soon this insignificant moment would pass. But both of them had not reckoned on the fiendish cruelty of Li Woo, whose power to administer the justice of Tsu Hsi furnished him uninhibited opportunities to satisfy his own insatiable hunger for naked female flesh. The wheat-hued hair of Katerina Ourosoff was formed in an upswept pompadour, which made her buxom figure all the more imposing. She had been clad in a red satin evening gown, leaving her shoulders and arms bare in all their ivory pale splendor. The piquant contrast of her extremely light blonde hair with an almost brunette-like skin tint, together with her voluptuous curves of bosom and bottom and thighs, caused a murmur of lecherous admiration to rise from the avid spectators, as well as from the old peddler who again leaned forward to squint at them with glittering eyes.
Nadia, clad in a dainty pink muslin frock, her golden hair tumbling just below her shoulders, was equally appealing.
Li Woo studied the two women, and then made a sign. There rose the crash of a gong, and once again the little door to his right opened, the door whence had come these first three victims of Boxer cruelty. Dressed in the white robes of the Society of Clenched Fists, and with the yellow circle over his left breast, came the tall, grave-faced Peng Chu.
"A thousand thanks, good Lieutenant," Li Woo obsequiously greeted the former steward of the Vorshilof household, "for the valorous deeds you and your brave men have achieved on behalf of our beloved land! Twice blessed are you, not only for leading them on to victories that will drive all these white devils from our soil, but for giving up the glorious chance to wet your sword in their offending blood, that you may stand as the accuser of these two sorceresses now before us!"
Nadia and Katerina exchanged a frightened look. Peng Chu bowed low to the mandarin, then turned so that he could address the entire courtroom: "Sons of China, defenders of her honor and her glory, hear me! Before our immortal Empress deigned to have me summoned to serve her as a soldier, I was employed in the household of the Russian Consul, whose cousin that older sorceress is, and so had occasion to observe her and the yellow-haired girl who is her niece. Upon the graves of my ancestors, I accuse them both of filthy and unnatural lusts, lying together naked in their harlots' bed, imitating the sex of the man and corrupting it into an illicit and forbidden pandering among themselves!"
There was the sounds of gasps and of muttered oaths, "Punish them for their shamelessness!"
But Li Woo lifted his hand, then nodded to Peng Chu to continue, and the Boxer lieutenant resumed: "In all justice, I cannot condemn them for treason, for they did no harm to me, nor to the little housemaid whom I befriended, nor to any of the merchants or the people. They had no thought-indeed, their shallow minds are those of harlots, and incapable of scheming plots-of the tyrannies which their nation, like all those nations of the foreign devils who have come to our land to steal it from us, visited upon us. So I do not charge them with conspiracy against the Empire. I ask only, noble Mandarin of Hanchow," this as he turned back to Li Woo and moved his head, "that you deal with them severely for their depravities."
"It shall be as you desire, good Peng Chu," Li Woo decreed. While they had listened to Peng Chu's declaration, Nadia and Katerina had gasped aloud in shamed surprise, then constantly exchanged ever more fearful glances, their faces flaming. What most agonized them at this very moment was that Peng Chu had spied on them and actually seen them caress and girl-fuck. Overwrought, they both began to sob and to bow their heads, and Li Woo chuckled: "You see, good people of China? Already these wicked sorceresses know their guilt and are penitent. But they are ignoble bitches, whose bodies fear the male and so contrive to cheat him of their womanhood. It is therefore only just that they be furnished a surrogate husband, who will rudely and quickly acquaint them with what they tried so cunningly to escape. It is time they know the power of a good Chinese KurdusV
The last word was the Chinese equivalent of "prick," and jeering laughter applauded the mandarin's cruel jest. Dazed, not yet quite comprehending what was in store for them, Katerina and Nadia stared at each other again, each trying to take some pitiful courage from the other.
The mandarin clapped his hands, and two soldiers came forward, pushing a large square platform, upon which was a king-sized mattress. It was placed at the center of the court, offering an ample view to all.
At Li Woo's sign, both women were stripped naked except for their batiste drawers, fine clockwork stockings with flouncy garters, and pumps, and forced to lie down on the bed.
They faced each other, so that Katerina's more spacious, mature bottom was turned towards the spectators, while Li Woo feasted his eyes on Nadia Kaplinski's appetizingly rounded, deeply cleft bot-tomcheeks.
"Now," the mandarin instructed, "since the older sorceress undoubtedly corrupted her younger niece, her punishment shall begin first. And since her bottom is the more spacious and offers greater terrain for fustigation, let Soo Fa apply strokes with a cane, but strip them only to the waist."
"Why not on the naked flesh?" Guey Wong hoarsely whispered to his friend, again licking his lips in avid anticipation.
"I have a better idea, friend of my youth," the mandarin chuckled. "These sorceresses would have us believe that, because they avoid the honest lusts of men, they are chaste. Well, we shall let them keep the last veil of modesty, but their rumps shall feel the sting of the cane. We shall douse them with cold water and whack them just the same. The sting is quite intense this way." The air was filled with tension as they awaited their fate.
And in this position, they stared with fear at each other, and by stretching out her slim fingers, Nadia touched those of her beautiful buxom aunt. "Oh, I am so afraid, Auntie Katerina!" the golden-haired young beauty moaned.
"Have courage, have courage, galupchik. It will not be worse than I have given you. Just endure the sweet pain of the cane. Do not think about it. And they are letting us keep our drawers, so those heathen beasts will not see our private parts."
"But that dreadful man spoke of a 'surrogate husband', " Nadia anxiously stammered.
"To frighten us and to mock us. Peng Chu knows that we are not wed, so they insult us. It is only their heathen way of talking, nothing else," Katerina Ourosoff carefully explained.
Then she shuddered and called out, "Oh my God!" as she suddenly felt the douse of a pail of cold water dashed upon her bottom, tickling down her thighs, soaking the batiste drawers and making them cling immodestly to the jutting prominence of her opulent posterior. She heard the obscene catcalls and the derisive exhortations of the spectators. Then she saw Nadia's lovely eyes dilate, saw her soft red mouth gape as the other torturess laved Nadia's bottom with her pail of cold water.
Meanwhile, the third torturess, Kee Ming, who had flogged Lida so expertly with the eel skin, now approached with a bamboo rod two and a half feet long, with a sturdy handle. The end of it had been cut lengthwise so that only half the original thickness was left.
If Li Woo had commanded the punishment of the older woman to take place first, it was purposely to drive the dagger of atrocious suspense and dread into the sensitive soul of the exquisite golden-haired Nadia. By lifting her head, she could just manage to see the Chinese torturess take aim with the cane.
Her feet planted well apart, the stocky Chinese woman studied the water-soaked batiste sheath that outlined not only the hillocks, but also the cleft of Katerina's posterior. Then came the hiss of the cane, which made the Russian widow stiffen as the bamboo swept several times across her tautened bottom-globes.
The woman who stood behind poor Nadia, bamboo already in hand, counted aloud the strokes, and Nadia began to weep in compassion for her aunt. Her sobbing increased at each stroke, perhaps because Katerina Ourosoff had managed to suppress her cries. But her body twitched and contorted in such a way that you could see she was pained by the attack on her bottom.
"You repent your wickedness, sorceress?" the mandarin questioned, leaning forward. And once again, the gray-haired peddler, his face flushed, his lips wet and slavering, was fingering himself slyly under his silken robes.
"I repent, oh do have pity, it is too much!" Katerina Ourosoff cried.
Thus, Soo Fa laid down the cane on the tray and folded her arms, it was the turn of her compatriot Ma Lo, who took her station behind poor sobbing Nadia, the bamboo rod quivering in the air as if impatient to strike.
And with relish, the torturess lightly tapped the split ends of the rod against the very middle of poor Nadia's tightening bottomglobes. The old peddler licked his lips again, once more his hands sought his swollen organ. Then the bamboo hissed through the air and landed across the upper curves of both compact globes. Nadia cried out, seeking pardon: "Oh, no-aahrr-oh, have pity-oh! Aunt Katerina, it is worse, oh so much worse than when you thrashed me. I cannot stand it."
Nadia began to swear that she was innocent of any wrongdoing, to implore pardon from that fiery kiss which methodically thrashed her jutting bottom. It swerved, it bounded, it tried to flatten itself in any possible way, it squirmed in evasion under the painful kiss of bamboo as Ma Loo applied the switch with exquisite precision and never touched the same place twice.
When the final stroke had been administered, one could see the quivering of her warmed bottomglobes under the garment.
At the mandarin's sign, the two torturesses ripped off the wet drawers and revealed the two women, with Nadia crying out in shame, "Oh, Auntie Katerina, they've made me naked-oh, I want to die of shame-oh, what are they going to do to me now? Oh, no, no more, my bottom is sore, I can't stand it!"
At the same moment, a concerted gasp of mingled astonishment and sexual excitement was heard from the audience as two soldiers entered from the same narrow doorway, and they were escorting their comrade Pen Chu, who had been bathed and robed for his performance and pleasure as the "surrogate husband" to the cunt-loving lesbians. Little did they know how many a night he was forced to take hold of his own swollen cock, intoxicated by the lustful sessions between the two women. For reporting their sins, he would be awarded with their hot, pink cunts.
The women looked at each other in horror as they saw the former house boy swathed in silken robes, with a humongous, erected cock sticking out from the opening, pointing menacingly their way.
"For your courage in reporting the sins of these lesbian sluts," said Li Woo, "you are to choose the best punishment before you have your way with them." He looked approvingly at Peng Chu, knowing that they had before this trial already decided that the two would be forced to display their lesbian love for the anxiously awaiting audience.
"I think the most fitting punishment for their deviant acts is to perform those acts, to show those among us here just how corrupted these two are in the ways of pussylove."
"An excellent idea," Li Woo said, looking over at his friend Guey Wong with a wink. Wong, his cock about to explode, had both hands wrapped around the rod of his pleasure, jerking himself off into oblivion, overcome with rut by the proceedings of the day.
The two torturesses, blazing lesbians, were told to "assist" Katerina and Nadia in commencing with the activities. And thus, it was Nadia who was spread-eagled across the huge bed, her cunt lips held open by Ma Loo, while her legs were pinned down by Soo
Fa. Katerina was ordered to gamahuche the luscious cunt in front of all who stood to observe. When she resisted, Lee Ming pushed her head down between the legs, toward the girl's open twat.
"Lick her cunt, now," Li Woo commanded, "or we will bruise that lovely fat behind of yours." And thus, Katerina went down into the fury slash of her younger lover, as she had on countless other occasions, and gingerly licked the loving cunt lips until Nadia began to moan in pleasure. She spread the pussy hole as far apart as she could and darted her elongated tongue into the sweet tasting hole and in those moments of revived lesbian lust, she forgot about her stinging behind, the audience, the humiliation. All she focused on was the pink, precious cunt petals which unfolded the treasure before her. And soon, she found her way to the engorged bud of love and began to slowly flick it this way and that, until the younger woman moaned and panted in exquisite joy.
The pussies of all three torturesses were on fire at the sight of this glorious gamahuche, and it was Soo Fa and Ma Loo who could barely control their lust at this sight and began to twiddle each other's pussies. Upon seeing this, Li Woo thought it would be fun to let the girls take possession of the lovely cunt that Katerina was so anxiously devouring, giving Nadia a chance to experience a wider spectrum of pussy love. And during that time, Peng Chu could have his fun with the broad bottomed, big-breasted Katerina, whose face was totally buried into the creamy cunt of her intimate partner.
Winking at the two Chinese girls, Li Woo silently granted them permission to Nadia's body. And before either woman knew what was happening, the cunt-lapping Katerina's lips were pried from Nadia's pussy lips, as the Chinese women took over.
"Treat the young one as a man would," Li Woo ordered. And thus, Ma Loo strapped a dildo harness around her sister and guided the false penis to the wet pussy on the bed; Nadia flinched and whined as the head of the leather dildo neared her hole and gritted her teeth as it drove inward. Soo Fa kissed the lips of her new lover, and tongue kissed her deeply as she prodded the tight pussy hole with the dildo. The strap, and the inner part of the dildo, were rigged with soft rubber ticklers and thus the Chinese girls clit and cunthole were stimulated while she fucked Nadia like a man. And Ma Loo, to add to the intense enjoyment, came over and straddled Nadia's face, after her mouth was made good and wet by Soo Fa's kisses, and thus the girl was told to reach her tongue into the slim, thin-lipped slit and gamahuche the torturess as her own cunt was pumped with the male-like iron.
Nadia began to respond to the feel of the dildo, and to the essence of cunt which intoxicated her as Ma Loo's pussy slapped down on her lips and tongue, and she felt the gurgling familiarity of orgasm bubble through her loins, and soon, her creamy come emission splashed onto the leather dildo, which was then removed from her hole. She continued to gamahuche the woman sitting on her face, until again there came the juicy slish of girlcome, as Ma Loo spent on Nadia's lips. Then, Soo Fa brought the leather dildo to her mouth and urged her to lick off her own come. And for the final lesbian scene, Soo Fa turned herself around, now free of the dildo, and laid her own swollen cunt upon the slippery lips of Nadia as she dived down into Nadia's juicy, come-filled cunt hole, and the two women pussy-licked one another until the jism poured onto each others lips, and the aroma of sex juice filled the room.
Katerina, held back by the third Chinese girl, Kee
Ming, was getting her bubbies rubbed and her nipples pinched slightly as her niece played pussy fucking with the other women. And her own cunt, at this point, was a massive ache of burning desire. This was exactly what Li Woo had wanted, because now the buxom Russian would beg for the hard cock of her former manservant.
Nadia was led to a bench across the way, where all three Chinese lesbians worked on her orifices and her tits, with Soo Fa licking her ass-hole, Ma Loo sucking her clit bud and Kee Ming kissing her titties and sucking her tongue, as the men on the dais watched with great lust.
Now, the soldiers led Katerina to the big bed, tossed her on her stomach with her head close to the edge, and held her down by the arms as Peng Chu, now disrobed, stood before her face and presented to her his cock, which now ached with the pent up longing for the white woman's wet pussy and mouth.
She resisted at first, until the soldiers, twisting her arms, helped guide their comrades swollen prick to her mouth and warned she should suck it with the same care as she would take sweet cunt meat. And thus, the rock hard sword of a prick was brought to her fat pink lips and she took it in, sucking on cock, an alien notion to her for so long, and feeling her cunt swell with the excitement a man had not instilled in her for many years. She pulled free her hands so she could take hold of the instrument and fully pull the prick into her sensuous, suckling mouth.
The betrayer of Katerina's lesbian lifestyle was now the recipient of her artful sucking and he was ready to place the swollen sword into the depths of her, and swim inside her uncharted waters, so unused to male meat. He pulled his swollen prick from her hands and mouth, motioned for the soldiers to turn her over, and watched in joyful ecstasy as her charming cunt chink was opened by the soldiers, and made accessible for the charge of his raging prick. He bent over her, drove his tongue deep into her mouth, and then kissed the huge bubbies, taking one tit bud between his teeth and gnawing it, then the other, creating shooting spasms of lust inside the juicy cunthole and up and down her loins. Katerina felt herself fill with fire, an unfamiliar longing for cock, and in the moment of passion spread her legs as open as she possibly could to greet the rampant manhood that she prayed would in moments be filling her engorged, swollen cunt hole with it's own engorged, swollen stiffness.
Peng Chu now got on his knees between her legs, and taking hold of his aching weapon as he had so many a night while watching the two women rub pussies and eat cunt, he directed it this time into the receptacle of his longing and pressed with full force to achieve entry into the tightness of Katerina's cunt.
"It has been long since a man has thrust himself into this charming spot," he panted, pressing his prick deeper, "and your cunt is like that of a virgin. I honor you in a way you don't deserve with my manhood, and will honor you, white bitch, with Chinese seed."
And with that, he implanted himself firmly within the grasp of her tight cunt and moved in and out of her wet, juicy hole with vigor and lust, until he could feel the magnificently succulent orifice, with it's clenching cunt muscles, pulling from him the pent up seed of so many unrequited sex sessions, with his eye glued to the peephole, and his hand firmly glued to his manhood, making himself come.
And here, the opportunity to spill himself into the lesbian's wet cunt made him crazy with rut and he began to pump and drive himself into her, filling her to the hilt, until at last the wild expression of his lust poured into the lovely pussy and dripped gingerly over the soft folds, onto the tight ass-hole.
Peng Chu slumped onto the ample breast and lay there, and in that next moment you could hear the howl of Nadia who was coming in the wildest of ways at the hands and the mouth of the three Chinese seductresses.
Li Woo, Guey Wong, the men of the dais all watched in lustful agony, knowing that they themselves had to have the next cunt or they would die of pent up rut, their pricks bursting for a white woman's sex flesh!
The first day had ended. It was night, and Li Woo, having first bathed and been anointed with exquisite oils and scents, waddled into his bedchamber where Lida still lay spread-eagled on her belly, lifted by the pillows under her belly. He was overcome by savage rut, having observed the wildly stimulating sessions of his court, and all he desired was to plunge himself into a sweet, warm receptacle and pummel a woman with his male meat.
Li Woo approach her, naked, his prick already swollen with desire, she began to stir, remembering how he'd buggered her that afternoon. She was like a little girl who yearned desperately for the protection of the parent but now it was too late. Gripping the sensitive cheeks of her bottom, the mandarin yawned them apart once again and pressed his cockhead against the shrinking cleft of her ass-hole. Lida's head rose, her shoulders tensed, as he began to bugger her in a madly maniacal way, pressing his huge organ deeply into the tight ass crevice. And all she could do was receive his thrusts, and his seed, for she was now the bond slave of the mandarin and would be until Tsu Hsi herself ordained the release of all the hostages.
In other bedchambers in this ornate palace, the Russian women commenced their servitude to their male captors. Tender golden-haired Nadia, shaken from her ordeal with the combination whipping, exposure of her lesbian lifestyle, and public pussy fucking with her aunt and with strangers, was taken to Fa Joe, the prosperous merchant from Wosan and there encouraged by two Chinese matrons, plying bamboo rods over her back and titties and thighs, to suck her pro tem master's cock and then to pillow her head on her arms at the foot of the bed and present her bottom for his rut. As he contemptuously explained, "I will not drive my worthy blade into an opening reserved for this bitch's proper mate. But I will fuck her in the posture which her mate would adopt to remind her of her vileness." So saying, he proceeded to bugger the golden-haired captive, cramming his prick back and forth inside her ass-hole while she simply pressed her lovely ass-hole to the merchants charging cock, having discovered on this day that she was powerless to deny him access to any hole he desired.
And in a nearby bedchamber, the beautiful widow, Katerina, was similarly ravaged by the Boxer colonel who, to show his own imaginative lovemaking abilities, had her watch him fuck two Chinese girls, and even watch the them rub pussies together, before he would plow her with his engorged weapon. In fact, he had one of the women don a pair of leather gloves, pinch Katerina's nipples playfully and rub her shuddering titties and belly and thighs while the virile officer, kneeling before her, pretended to aim for her cunt but actually delved his elongated, swollen cock into the sensitive trough of her bumhole. He fucked her ass-hole quite vigorously never even considering placing his cock into her swollen snatch. Thus, she was well aquainted with the ways of anal lust that night.
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The second morning of the trials of the captive females attracted an even larger and more vociferous audience, for those who had thronged into the huge courtroom the day before were loud in their praises of Li Woo's ingenious and highly appropriate justice meted out to these white sorceresses.
Claudia was summoned first to appear before her vindictive and salacious judge. Her face was haggard, for she had spent a sleepless night. Not only had she been compelled to watch the eel skin flogging of her young stepdaughter, but she had learned of her husband's assassination by the Boxers. And she had had to brood upon Lida's wanton conduct with her own Chinese houseboy. Her efforts as a mother had failed, and now she had been brutally widowed. Perhaps for the first time, she could really give way to fear for herself, since there was nothing left of her little world except her own captive person, now in the hands of the ruthless and lustful Boxers!
Soo Fa and Ma Loo seized Claudia Garconniere by the shoulders and forced her down upon her knees before the sinister mandarin. Her eyes widened with revulsion as she saw his fat lips curl in a lecherous smile, his eyes glittering with lust. And then she started, for kneeling to her left was the homely little housemaid Ma Sue who had been summoned to testify against both Lida and her stepmother.
"You, sorceress," Li Woo began, "consort of that traitorous French dog who delivered our beloved country up to the depredations of France's mercenaries who look upon our wise and ancient people as no better than barbarians, I now accuse you tribunal of full knowledge of his wrongdoing. In addition, from the lips of your own housemaid, who is here by my express order, you are accused of complicity in the harlotry of your stepdaughter, whom we chastised yesterday. Admit your guilt, confess your sins, and throw yourself on the mercy of this court!"
"I was the wife of a man your accursed Boxers killed without reason, for his only crime was that he loved his country as much as you love yours!" Claudia Garconniere said in a trembling but courageous voice. "And that girl lies if she had told you that I had any part in poor Lida's shameful behavior. If she saw so much, surely she must have seen that I whipped my stepdaughter for her impertinence and her flirtatiousness, and that I was often scolding her because she did not behave as a proper young lady and a daughter of an important representative of France."
"Oh, yes," Li Woo blandly retorted, his smile deepening, "Ma Sue has told us how you whipped the girl. But come now, admit freely that you took sport from it and that it pleased you, more than the thought of righteous chastisement."
"What are you saying? That is an abominable lie!" Claudia Garconniere gasped, her face crimsoning.
Li Woo's face was mottled with rage at this insult. "You dare accuse me, chief magistrate of Hanchow and under orders from Her Celestial Majesty, of being a liar? I should have you flayed alive for your temerity! But since you speak with so forked a tongue, you have suggested to me your punishment. Prepare her!"
The two torturesses seized the unfortunate young widow and proceeded to rip off all of her clothes except her corset, her lisle hose and shoes, heaving her splendidly high-perched, firm and delectably rounded titties bare before the tribunal. Since she had never had a child, the aureoles were large, with a dark coral tint, while her nipples, though ripe, were soft and exquisitely pink. Her skin was marvelously tawny, smooth and sleek. Claudia turned scarlet with shame at this enforced disrobing, struggling with her tormentresses, but to little avail because her hands had remained bound behind her back.
Then they dragged her to kneel before Li Woo, who had pulled his hardened cock from the confines of his silk robes, and before his old friend Guey Wong, whose own rut-filled manhood was thrust out from his loincloth. Claudia was commanded to suck the two cocks, making sure each received sufficient pleasure simultaneously, which meant that while one was in the grasp of her lovely lips, the other would be held firm in her hand.
Her corset was torn off, and from where she knelt, her fat bottom cheeks were yawned slightly apart and so many an audience member observed them with the secret thought of filling the tight, dark hole.
But this was the moment for the old chums to have their cocks pleasured together and, mortified, the ever-so-moral Claudia was forced to first go down on the huge weapon of the magistrate, while taking Guey Wong's prick in hand, and she sucked on the purple-headed spear, then shifted her mouth to the other elongated cock, with each man demanding her mouth come back to his organ. It wasn't long until she managed to make the two of them come at once-they were so hot from the idea of their two exposed cocks receiving the same lascivious treatment at the same moment-and she was told to lick the creamy dew from each organ, catch with her tongue any semen on their bellies and legs.
She relaxed her hand and jaw, but not for long, for Li Woo, showing off before his old friend, turned the woman over on her belly, and had the lesbian torturesses place pillows beneath her so that Guey Wong could gleefully take possession of her yawning butt hole, stabbing the tight bung with his still hard-prick.
Mounting the woman like a dog in heat, and thrilled to be fucking the white woman beneath the stares of a jealous audience, he plunged his cock into her backhole with little fanfare burying it to the hilt in just a few thrusts, for she seemed so stretched, as if she'd taken the male meat in that hole before. He held fast to her shoulders and fucked her, finally bringing his prick to a full boil and spilling his seed into her arched ass-hole.
She was left there, her butt up in the air, for the pleasure of the spectators, who feasted their eyes on her magnificent bottom, the big, spacious ovals, broadly set apart so that the shadowy furrow them was, thanks to this exaggerated straddle of her legs, lewdly distended.
"Sorceress, hear me well," Li Woo intoned as he leaned forward. "Before I absolve you of your guilt, you must learn the lesson of humility. When you are ready for it you have but to nod your head three times and your punishment will halt.
Voiceless plaints and groans were wrested from the naked auburn-haired captive as she remained in the position in the most leisurely way, her shuddering thighs, wriggling this way and that as she tried to maintain her balance.
As a further humiliation, Soo Fa was directed to tongue fuck Claudia's exposed ass-hole, creating a public display of lesbian sex. This is where the brazen widow drew the line and decided to bow to her captives, as her bottom wiggled with discomfort at the Chinese girl's probing tongue. "Enough," Claudia cried out.
"Come crawl before me and lick my feet in token of your humility, sorceress," the mandarin ordered. And Claudia Garconniere, distraught from the anguish dthat consumed her magnificently beautiful body, cast aside all pride and shame and ignominiously prostrated herself before him and, holding each foot in turn with her cuddling hands, kissed the fat mandarin's feet.
She was taken to his bedchamber to await his dalliance with her that night, where he would plow his huge organ into the depths of her ass, following the path to anal lust blazed earlier that day by his friend Guey Wong.
Next it was the turn of Wilhelmina Preusser, the spinsterish secretary of the murdered German Consul who had been assassinated by the Boxer soldiers at the very moment when he and his secretary were about to make love.
When the two principal torturesses forced her down to her knees and Li Woo threatened her with serious punishment to reveal all she knew about the infamous treachery of the man she had served, Wilhelmina Preusser indignantly cried out, "How dare you judge so wonderful and kindly a man as Herr Reimath! You yellow beasts murdered him without cause! And I, a good German citizen, demand that you release me, or you will answer to the Kaiser himself!"
The audience gasped at this insulting defiance, and loud voices cried out for stringent punishment.
But Li Woo chuckled and smiled, held up his hand, and then replied to the fuming mature brunette: "Sorceress, you too speak with a forked tongue. If you mourn your master, it was because he was about to make a woman of you. But since you call our noble and valiant Boxers yellow beasts, I will acquaint you with a true beast who will complete what your dead master could not finish!"
He clapped his hands, and then there was a cry of mingled horror and lustful anticipation from the spectators as, through that narrow door, a huge Chinese soldier entered the room. He was 6'4", fat, and ape-like, with a cock the size of a small tree trunk.
Wilhelmina Preusser shrank back, her mouth gaping at the incredible sight. Then she shrieked and tried to rise, but Ma Loo and Soo Fa forced her to remain on her knees until the soldier came forward. He lifted the fraulein and carried her to the huge bed which still stood in the great courtroom. Its rectangular frame seemed barely large enough to accommodate the monster-sized man. Wilhelmina Preusser was stripped naked by Ma Loo and Soo Fa and spread-eagled on the bed while the huge Chinaman stripped naked himself, exposing to her startled eyes a cock she could have never imagined-12 inches long and almost two and a half inches in diameter.
Soo Fa applied a special sex oil to the German woman's snatch and helped lower the long, fat cock to it's mark as the soldier climbed atop her naked body with a grunt and pressed his weight upon her petite frame.
The fat cock head rested at the opening to her twat, and rubbed for a moment against the oily lubricant, but the soldier, filled with rut at this opportunity to fuck the virgin white woman, plunged himself into her twat without stopping for air, ripping the hymen immediately as the cockhead speared the virgin pathway and blazed toward the depths of her womb.
She moaned and groaned, overcome by the weight and force of the gorilla man, but the Chinese girls kept her legs far apart, so as to accommodate the huge weapon. Then Soo Fa whispered in her ear to try and wrap her legs around the man, to give him greater access and her less pain, and as she did, she felt the humongous cock pierce the final shreds of her virgin sheath, allowing him greater entrance to her snatch, and suddenly the virgin began to feel an elasticity in her cunt that propelled her to meet the animal thrusts of her first sex partner, who was now pummeling his rut with great intention into her newly gaping hole.
She felt him release his jism in a wild, pumping, pummeling spasm and he fell, spent, upon her breasts, Wilhelmina lay in shock contemplating this spectacular loss of her virginity.
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When the tribunal resumed its third day of deliberation, Li Woo summoned Dorothy Trowbridge and brown-haired, widowed Katya van der Groot before him. The charming young coppery-haired daughter of the provincial minister, still mourning her father's assassination, was stripped naked by Ma Loo and Soo Fa, while the third torturess, Kee Ming, using her short bamboo stick liberally, compelled the weeping Dutch widow to strip completely naked.
"Here, good people of Hanchow, we have two sorceresses whose male warlocks have for long years cast their vile spells over our nation." Li Woo decreed "The young sorceress, I have discovered from the most reliable sources in the village where she dwelt, is still a maiden, while the older white devil-bitch, though wed to a Christian minister, took little joy in the mating. Of her I say also that my spies have learned of her eagerly sought-for adultery, for she lusted for a young soldier of her own country and willingly cuckolded her righteous husband with this man. Her sin did not last because the Boxers entered her village and captured her before she could bring more dishonor upon the name of her rightful state."
Pausing to glance at the faces beyond and above him, he was able to note that he had held their attention and that there was not the slightest murmur against his autocratic judgments. Li Woo resumed, "Accordingly, we who believe in the ancient laws see here a sanguine opportunity to correct these wretched sinners and turn them back to the understanding of serenity and obedience. The switch shall warm them as they learn affection and comfort from each other.
At his sign, Soo Fa stationed herself behind Dorothy Trowbridge, her eyes devouring the voluptuous virginal nudity of the young redhead, while Ma Loo took her station behind and at the left of Katya van der Groot. Each torturess was armed with a springy, whippy switch taken from the branch of a ginkgo tree. And at a signal, they began to lash at the writhing naked bottoms and thighs of their luscious victims, whacking them just until they felt a slight sting.
"You shall both be whipped until you seek to console each other, until you make love as women do!, " Li Woo encouraged.
The two torturesses accelerated the tempo of the switching momentarily and Dorothy Trowbridge, rubbed repeatedly against her naked companion in attempts to get away from the switch. Expertly the two Chinese women plied their switches, until in desperation the young coppery-haired girl began to grind her cunt against Katya's. When this was observed, the woman flogging the Dutch widow terminated the punishment and watched as the two women began to girlfuck one another. Katya, panting now, lunged frantically against the triangle, rubbing her cunt against Dorothy's as if she were aggressively seeking to glean Sapphic pleasures.
Now the tempo was accelerated still more; the Chinese women prodded at the tight anal apertures of both women as they ground their cunts, forcing them to push their juicy folds even closer together as their behinds flinched. As the women began to revel in each other's naked, perspiring flesh, the daughter of the murdered minister cast aside all modesty and began wantonly to rub her pussy back and forth against Katya's. The latter, her bottom, burning from the kiss of Dorothy's pussy flesh, responded in kind until at last, both naked women began to feel the tides of passion seething in their cuntholes.
Both women spread open their legs, and hence, the inviting pink of their cuntholes, positioned their legs in such a deliriously delightful pose, that they were now pressed up against each others clit buds, furiously rubbing the tiny engorged organs against one another. They held tight to one another now, while rubbing the fully lubricated snatches, causing an exquisite friction that began the tingly sensation of orgasm in both their red hot love holes.
And just as the women's creamy love juice began to pour down, they were shocked to find Guey Wong and Li Woo's huge cocks shoved into their mouths. The two men, obviously heated by the furiously rubbing pussies, pressed their respective cocks into the depths of the cunt-rubber's mouths and releasing their semen almost simultaneous to the sweet ejaculations of the engorged pussies.
The women were then made to lie against each other and, still pressing their luscious cunts together, to tongue kiss one another deeply so as to taste the salty dew of sex resin left behind by each men as they kissed.
And when at last they swayed, half-fainting after the turbulent and coerced lovemaking, the fat mandarin had Dorothy Trowbridge and Katya carried off to his bedchamber where they would accept his sexual offerings this very night.
That same night, Dorothy and Katya were also to submit to the further lusts of Guey Wong, and all the other men of importance whose pricks they were to suck and accept into their orifices without question.
That very night also, by courier, the fat mandarin received the dreadful news that Tsu Hsi had taken flight from her palace to her most loyal province in the north, and that much of the Forbidden City was in ruins. With this news had come word of the Lord Duke Lan that all the white hostages must be guarded with the greatest vigilance and that utmost care must be taken to preserve their lives so that China would have better bargaining power with the foreign usurpers when the inevitable peace terms were to be discussed.
And Li Woo, beating his breast and crying out upon the graves of his ancestors, knew the bitter truth-that the cause of the Boxers had failed and that the rebellion would not be a triumph as had been dreamed by those who ruled this mighty nation.
Yet no foreign troops had as yet approached Hanchow, and he could grant himself and his people a few more spectacles of Chinese justice. Hence, the next morning he commanded the German Vice-Consul Kurt Hullweg, his wife Ernestine and his stepdaughter Erika, be brought before him.
Flaxen-haired young Erika wept in terror when she was led in and saw her beloved mother and her handsome stepfather (to whom she was secretly drawn, although she had no way of knowing that he secretly lusted for her ripe young body). The mandarin had no charges to bring against this trio, particularly since this old amah Mei Fong testified that they had acted with courtesy and kindness to the merchants and the poor of Peking as well as to herself. Yet as she extolled their virtues, she unsuspectingly suggested to the sadistic magistrate a pretext by which he could furnish his enthusiastic audience with the lecherous spectacle they all desired. She had insisted that Kurt Hullweg was a devoted husband as well as father to this girl who was not of his own loins. And at this point, Li Woo mockingly interposed, "Why, then, to be a proper father he should indeed not hesitate to grant her the same love he would evince to his own spouse. Yes, you shall make a choice. Either you will make love to the young sorceress, who, though you claim her as your daughter, is not truly of your own seed, or the wife you profess to love so dearly will be taken by me before your very eyes!"
As much as Kurt lusted for his eighteen year old stepdaughter, and as much as he longed to bury his huge cock deep into the tender folds of her luscious cunt, he would not take on the act of deflowering her in public, nor would he hurt his wife with such an act. He stood strong and told the mandarin he would not commit such an act. He looked lovingly at his wife, and longingly at his stepdaughter, and silently said a prayer that neither of the women he loved would be harmed.
But the mandarin demanded a sexual spectacle and thus Ernestine Hullweg was to be it. And when her husband tried to fight on her behalf, he was pulled to a corner by two huge guards and chained to a heavy chaif.
Meanwhile, the lascivious Chinese torturesses were directed to remove every strip of clothing on Ernestine, and to tie her open arms and legs to the posts of the bed. And, as he promised, Li Woo then fucked the wife of Kurt Hullweg as Hullweg himself was forced to look on, helplessly.
Li Woo, filled with rut still, but tired from the days and nights of jabbing these victimized white women in every orifice imaginable with his cock, was slow to erect, and even slower to penetrate the woman. Finally, he managed the head of his prick through the tightened portal and, once inside, came alive to the touch of the cushy cunt flesh as it so naturally swallowed up his engorged organ.
He raised his hips and then dug them into the woman, who tried not to look at her handsome husband as she could do nothing less than accept the mandarin's humongous manhood, and he pressed himself into the hilt, wriggled his butt so he could get himself even farther inside, and shortly released his jism deep into Ernestine's womb, falling upon her breast with a sigh.
When he was done, he allowed the whole family back to their cell, and he called forth some new, nubile Chinese women to wash his prick and balls, and re-robe him, right before the captivated court audience.
But in the distance he could again hear the slight mumbling of those fellow countrymen who were jealous that Li Woo was so abundant with pussy and ass to fuck, and that he allowed his friends the same privilege, while the common men were forced to sit and watch in boiling rut as the parade of pussies and punishments commenced throughout the week.
The link to power was weakened now, for the fat mandarin and his old friend Guey Wong, the soldiers and all the others, had truly had their fill of fresh pussy meat and the common men would no longer put up with it.
This sentiment was, of course, strengthened by the fall of the Forbidden City, and that night, when Li Woo, his lesbian assistants and his horny friends were to partake in the lust orgy of pussy and ass-fucking, the magistrate found a surprise. During the course of the day, the natives had grown restless and, sneaking into the bed chambers and cells where the women were being held, plotted to stop the sexual greediness of Li Woo.
Thus, as he reconvened a special court that night, and brought in every "sorceress" who had been tried that week, he had the lesbians line them all around the huge bed, their butts and pussies wide open, accessible, their heads touching as they all met in the center. With that, he gave his comrades and friends, the special members of the dais, the thrill of playing musical cunts, stopping at anyone they would to fuck, a pussy or ass, and plow the waiting female meat with their male machines.
Dorothy, Katya, Ernestine, Erika, Claudia, Lida, Jane, Wilhelmina and all the captives were there, being offered to the iron-hard male swords, the pounds and pounds of male flesh, that wanted only to plunge deeply into the open clefts between their legs and leave behind their seed, in their cunts, their ass-holes, or splat across their bellies, their chins.
And as these grown men all stepped out of their silk robes and loin cloths with the help of Chinese girl servants who began to suck their cocks to hardness so they could fuck the waiting holes that yawned deliciously on the bed in front of them, a small army of commoners and countrymen stormed into the special night court. Without shedding a drop of blood or causing a battle, they were able to capture Li Woo and his gang, for they were all so tired from so much sex in four days that they were easily overcome.
Cuffed together like a Mongolian arban of captured warriors, they were carted off to the jail. And although the small army of rebel soldiers was tempted to claim the gaping cunt and ass-holes that abounded for their own pleasure, they knew that the war was over, and the hostages were to be freed. And the women who endured the lusts, and who accepted their sexual fates, were to later develop great strength of character for surviving what they endured, and also the knowledge that the men who pillaged their towns and took them sexual hostage, who killed their men and took their daughters, were not the fair representatives of the whole race. They were simply people of perversity who at one time in the history of China had power and wielded it wickedly.
The Dowager Empress understood that she was no longer invincible, no longer feared by all those nations who had paid homage to her in the past. The Imperial Palace had been looted, and on its walls were obscene pictures and vilifications of her reign. Old as she was, her spirit was now broken and she began to feel the burden of the long years of her reign. Thus it was that she decreed that the hostages Li Woo took should be surrendered to the emissaries of the Red Cross. They would then be taken to Peking to be repatriated, and they would be given gold to compensate them for their suffering and their imprisonment.
Li Woo, it was decided, would serve hard time in jail with his other perverted friends because he made the mistake of trying to conquer women in lieu of truly fighting for his country.
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Colette On Call
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"No but-Colette!"
"Now, there's no harm in it. Isn't that true, you little savage? Here, look at me!"
Seated in a rocking chair, facing her cousin, Rene, near the table where we were taking coffee, she continued tranquilly to lift her mousseline dressing robe up to her navel, and she was naked underneath.
"Well, isn't it lovely?" she said to the young man, who stared at her open-mouthed.
"You must be crazy," I said to her laughingly, "to tease a young man who still clings to his mother's skirts."
"Does he now! Then he must have seen her pussy ... no? Didn't Mummy show you hers?" Colette asked the lad.
"Oh, Colette," Rene replied, his face scarlet and his eyes flaming, "I shouldn't have dared ask her!"
"Then it's the first one you've seen?" she persisted.
"Of course I've seen girls', but they didn't have so much hair."
"Well, come closer and see how it's made."
"Come now, Colette, lower your robe. You're disgusting."
"The devil you say! I love to show my pussy ... come my little one," she resumed coyly, reclining against the cushioned back of her chair, her silk-sheathed legs widely spread. "Isn't my pussy nice? Don't be ashamed, touch it then!"
Without having to be asked a second time, Rene knelt at my mistress's feet, and raised his trembling young hand. It was as soft as a girl's, as was his face, for he was still quite naive.
I intervened again; of course it was agreed that there should be no jealousy between us. All the same, to see this with my own eyes was going a bit too far. "Colette, you're getting out of line," I told her. "You'll give him a hard-on, and then what?"
"He makes me feel the same way, that urchin," she laughed. "Go on, stroke me. Isn't it nice and soft? And thickness of hair ... isn't it nice to be out in the open?"
Swiveling around in her seat, she showed him the tangle of her pussycurls, in the shaft of sun which was filtering through the blinds of the smoking room.
"Oh my," the young man gasped, in ecstasy over that flaming golden pussyfur which stood out against lily-white flesh.
His fingers plunged into that fine foliage, and then after having caressed it, began to fondle her belly and thighs.
"Now," Colette ordered, "open my little muzzle. Don't you know how? Use both your thumbs. Open me up ... I bet that I'm already very hot. Is it pink, my nice little cunny? You little brat, I'll bet you're having a great time. Smell my pussy!"
Stretched out now on the edge of the armchair, arching her belly, thrusting her velvety loins and furry cleft against the lad's nose, she savored the voluptuousness of her immodest pose and the pleasure that it gave her to rouse a virginal young male.
Dazzled by his good fortune, he remained kneeling between Colette's legs, devouring with his eyes the fleshy pussy which yawned under his fingers.
My mistress was swooning with her own lascivious game. "Go on," she said, "Look well, it gives me pleasure. Isn't that little slit nice, my slit which your mother has so often rubbed ... lower yourself ... look at it well."
She folded a leg over his shoulder, turned to one side so that she could let him catch a glimpse of the amber shadowy furrow of her behind, and with one hand she pulled apart the incurving edges of her buttocks to unmask the rosette of her ass-hole. "Kiss, darling," she cooed, "kiss my little ass-hole."
He glued his mouth to that deep trough, and he kissed it a long time while she laughed crystalline laughter.
Then, putting herself on her back with thighs well spread, she said, "Now then, darling, let's play cat and mouse. Put your tongue into my pussy."
Rene inclined his cherubic face towards her furry cleft and joined his lips to the lips of Colette's pussy. "Oh, how good it smells," he stammered.
Although quite excited, I began to be annoyed by these familiarities, which seemed to be going a bit too far. "Well now," I protested, "are you also going to let yourself be fucked by him right under my eyes?"
"What a question!" she said laughingly, without taking her eyes from the curly head which stirred between her legs. "Certainly he'll fuck me, the little one. While you wait, frig him!"
I grew indignant. "Are you playing a joke?"
"Frig him, I told you," Colette ordered with the insistence that she had when one resists her most extravagant caprices. "And fondle his behind. He must have a lovely one. It will be a treat for you."
As usual, my passion for her forced me to yield to her demands.
Without interrupting his pleasant task, which was already drawing sighs from Colette, I lowered Rene's trousers and I really was surprised at the whiteness and the rounded contours of his buttocks. I was not particularly reluctant to stroke them.
"My gracious," I cried out, enchanted, "It's almost like a little girl's bottom."
"Well, soon you will bugger him! For the time being, fondle his cock. It will excite me!"
"It will excite me" was Colette's most familiar phrase, because it was irresistible and it had no answer.
So I frigged her cousin, while my other hand took a revenge on his charming bottom. His prick, short and thin, was in my palm while my finger amused itself against his hairless ass-hole.
"Lick ... lick well," Colette said to him, "Point your tongue towards the top ... don't you feel the little button? There ... yes ... like that, a little harder now ... ah, ah ... that's perfect!"
She had passed her left leg like a collar around his neck and lazily leaning back, both her arms behind the nape of her neck, she balanced her pussy to the tonguing of the young man. She arched and moved against him each time his tongue attacked her.
"How well he knows how to do it, the vicious little brute," she laughed. "Oh, how nicely he sucks me!"
It didn't take her long to come. "Faster ... faster! Put your finger into my bottomhole ... aaahhhh!" She wriggled her belly. "Oh, there it is, there it is," she groaned as she clenched her legs around his head.
At the same moment I felt his little prick grow limp, and a few warm drops spurted out on my thumb.
The young man swayed on his knees.
"Come help me get him back in order," Colette said. "Come here, little one, so I can enjoy your virginity."
But Rene's cock was only a limp little worm.
"What? Already you've lost it? You're not a man," she said maliciously.
My own jealousy was appeased by the defeat.
"Come now," I remarked, "you're certainly not going to have yourself mounted by a baby who has only milk in his balls."
"Yes I will," she persisted. "I want him to fuck me in front of you. Well, little one, are you going to fuck me? Then get yourself hard again! You'll see how good it is to put your little tool into a woman's cunt. Since you don't dare to do it with your Mummy, I'm the one who's going to teach you what fun it is. Only, get hard, you little urchin ... first, let's fuck naked!"
Her dressing robe slid down to the floor and in a twinkling of an eye she undressed Rene, while I also put myself into the costume of Adam.
"Oh, what a handsome brat! See how well rounded out he is!" She went into ecstasies. "That fine skin, those round thighs and those buttocks! But look at those buttocks! Isn't that lovely little backside nicely arched and rounded out? Oh, I wish I could be wearing my dildo now!"
She squeezed and stroked him, insinuated a finger into his ass-hole, tickling the quivering and shrinking cleft. She turned him round and round between her sensual hands which avidly fondled all his charms.
I regarded the fine silhouette reflected in a mirror in which he himself seemed to take pleasure watching his own effeminate grace.
"Oh, such a little man." Colette repeated, "and yet to think that he can have a hard stiff cock! No matter how large it is, I'll give the same pleasure to it as I did to Claudine. You remember, darling," she turned to me, "the little bitch who, at the boarding school, fucked me with her clitoris? But you must have it stiffer than that, my little one. Come here, and let me do it for you."
She bent him against an armchair and gave him a few good hard smacks on his bare bottom, which turned a vivid pink. Her passionate rage was roused by the quivering and squirming maneuvers of his bare bottom under the stinging slaps she applied. "Oh, what a bottom," she exclaimed. "I could just eat it up."
She stooped, sank her teeth into it, plunged her tongue into his ass-hole furrow. Rene groaned and sobbed gently under her titillations.
"Well, you little pig, so that wakes you up, does it? Show me if you're hard now."
Standing, he turned to her, his prick aimed at the height of her mouth.
"Oh, what a darling little thing it is! There, my young man, stick it into my mouth."
He plunged between her two coral lips which parted to receive his somewhat stiff young tool. I then advanced and, taking Rene by the waist, put my prick into his hand. Without my having to ask him, he began to frig me with all the gentleness and skill of long habit.
I cried out, ravished by his dexterity: "My gracious, a whore at Montparno has no gentler hand!"
"You bugger, don't you dare come!" Colette intervened. "I want you to fuck him. Wouldn't you like to lend him your little ass, darling?" she asked Rene.
"Oh, it would be nice," he naively agreed.
"Are you only virgin on that side?" she asked.
"Oh, a virgin, cousin? I wouldn't know what to say about that, although Brother Epagathe assures me that he put it into me only from the side." This avowal was free from artifice, and dissipated my last scruples.
"Well then, my cousin," Colette resumed in a burst of laughter, "you shall have the misfortune to lose, at the same time, both your virginities. Come darling, come enjoy!"
With sensual imagine which found a refinement in the very grace of her position, Colette lay back on a huge red satin pillow, wide enough to receive her exquisite behind. Her arms dangling, her bosom arched up, her head pendant, she offered her alabaster belly and the voluptuous parting of her thighs, which she had drawn back against her flanks. "Come, little cherub," she panted. "Come, fuck me! See how I present my pussy to you!"
I ragingly pushed the urchin against her beautiful turned-up buttocks. I myself took hold of his cock and stuck it into the middle of the hairy gap. "Now then," I said to him, "wriggle your bottom and shove forward."
His prick penetrated easily, but not without tearing a cry of emotion from Colette.
"Now," I added, "don't move, so I can stick my cock into your bottom."
I folded myself over his spine, my legs between his, "Arch yourself like a dog," I whispered to him.
His bottom hollowed, rounded out its delicious thrust. I spread apart the two rosy cheeks and, the head of my prick once burrowed into that delicate aperture, I arched my loins forward.
"There, Rene, do you feel me?" I breathed.
"Aii Ah!" the young man shrieked under the vigor of my inroads.
"A little more, my good fellow, there you are!" I gasped.
With a second thrust, I penetrated him entirely, pitiless to his cries. And forcing him forward between my mistress's thighs, which I myself gripped, I told him, "There, you are unvirgined and buggered." And I added, "Now, fuck. I shall cadence myself to your own diggings."
"Yes, go on," Colette sighed as she wound her arms around his neck. "Do it gently, my little darling. Isn't it good, to have a nice cousinly cunt like mine for your little darling prick?"
She placed one of her heels on Rene's shoulder. He, belly against her belly, gripped her bare ass with both hands.
I, in the tight enclaspment of that juvenile behind, sodomized Rene to the same rhythm that he adopted in fucking my dear mistress. But in my spite that he was rivaling me for her favors, I wished I could have torn his ass-hole apart, and soon I drew from him cries of pain.
"Fuck her then, fuck her then," I said, my teeth grinding together under the spasm which was rising in me. "Fuck her, my young man ... don't you see that she's panting and waiting for your spunk?"
Indeed, Colette was already in the convulsions of ecstasy. Her belly was jerking, the pink velvet slippers that she now had crossed over Rene's neck were rubbing my face and exciting my fury by the very boldness with which they expressed the pleasure she was experiencing.
"Go on, go on," she panted between gasps of joy, "go on, my savage one, stick in your little prick ... prick it into me ... prick it into me ... toward the side, my little one, against the side, so it scrapes nicely ... it's so good that way ... Ah!"
Redoubling the vigor of the thrusts which I was giving his behind, I cried out to him, "Now then, give it to that bitch in heat, make her come!"
She was suffocating with pleasure. "Yes, yes, tell him that I'm your bitch," she panted.
"You're a brothel whore, and I'm going to have you fucked by a whole regiment of men," I threatened.
"Yes! Yes! In front of you ... oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming ... go to it, push it into me harder ... oh but go ahead, and come with me-come now, dearest!"
She wriggled and twisted in the vain hope of sharing this happiness, twisting him this way and that as her delirious cunt moved her body in the most fantastic contortions.
"But you've got no spunk," she wailed.
I was just at the instant of coming. I briskly unsheathed myself from Rene's ass-hole. I pushed aside the powerless fucker and, seizing Colette by her thighs with the fierce appetite of a jealous man gnawed by fury, I stabbed her with my poniard. My vehemence made her whinny with joy and arched her into a ferocious quaking of all her body.
"Spunk, you say?" I roared. "So you want spunk, my whore? There it is!"
I had not make more than four deep thrusts into her cunt, which burned me like a fiery furnace, when I released the flood of my semen. My head between her knees, which were drawn back against her breasts, my hands gripping her shoulders, I panted as I punctuated the thrusts of my loins with gasping, hoarse cries. "There, there, gorge yourself on my spunk, I'm going to make your pussy overflow!"
When I finally took my cock off her cunt, I lifted her up onto her seat, and, placing Rene on his knees between her legs, his mouth against her foamy cunt, I bade him lick her, while I finished my buggering and this time completely ejaculated into his bowels.
The fresh youthful beauty of that almost sexless body of his, the illusion that I had of buggering a little girl who looked like a young man, the exquisite narrowness of that masculine hole whose flower I was taking, and finally the exaltation of my mistress at this spectacle and the transports of her pleasure made this copulation one of the most exquisite joys of my entire life.
"Well, my lovely one," Colette demanded of Rene when, once again dressed, we sat before our cups of coffee, "what do you think of a prick in the ass?"
His blue eyes, a little languid and shadowed now, smiled withingenuousness; I don't know what sudden modesty, like that of Eve after her sin, made his face suddenly turn downcast as he said: "I think, my dear cousin, that I would much rather be a girl than a young man!"
-2-
I knew her from the Folies Bergeres, and our first meeting was on that evening when I sat next to her in one of the front rows. Her beauty at once compelled my attention. Her face was a perfect oval, crowned by the golden undulations of luxuriously cascading hair. She had eyes that were greenish-blue and very wide, with just a tint of aquamarine when she was excited. Her delicate nose, slightly tilted up in the manner of Cyrano de Bergerac's heroine Roxanne, and very small mouth, round and red as a cherry. Her lily-white skin and hands over which a painter would have rhapsodized. She was tall and slim, which was deceptive because her contours were deliciously fleshed. The night I met her she was wearing a dress of red velvet, whose decolletage uncovered the whiteness of a pair of the loveliest shoulders in all the world, and the valley of a magnificent bosom suggested that she could not be older than twenty. A man who seemed more than twice her age-he turned out to be her husband-was next to her on the other side.
I stared at her so insistently that she finally turned to look at me. I didn't lower my eyes before the boldness of her gaze; I enveloped her with all the flame of desire that she had kindled in me, and I read in the caress of her lovely eyes and the smile that curved the upper corners of her darling mouth, the most amiable of encouragements. I soon entered into conversation with her little gold and black slipper, nudging it from time to time with my own foot. Far from being astounded at my familiarity, her foot in turn hastened to return the touch with all the verve that one can put into sign language.
At the same time that I was enjoying myself undressing my lovely neighbor with my eyes, one detail of her attire held my attention particularly. Oh, it was really nothing at all: The outline of her garter under the caressing cling of the velvet skirt. It gave me a sensual shock. At the same moment, whether mechanically or because she had already divined my troubled emotion towards her, she sought to deepen my intense excitement by surreptitiously grasping the garter and drawing it upwards along her thigh.
For me, a lover of exquisite lingerie, it took only that gesture to conjure up the image of clandestine rendezvous and this in turn made my penis throb with fierce longing. At once, I let my hand creep onto her knee. This time her exquisite face cast on me a deeper smile, then turned away and pretended to notice nothing, which naturally gave me still more encouragement for my audacity.
The lights had just been dimmed. I grazed her thigh with my hand, and as I was emboldened by her immobility, I caressed the delicate contour. An imperceptible shiver was the response to my sly caress, and suddenly her entire leg pressed against mine.
Then with the most tranquil air in the world, Colette-I later learned her name-lifted her dress up to the garter, tapped the end of her scarlet-tinted nails on it, lowered to mid-thigh the lace of her panties, and taking her opera glasses, stared at the stage while ignoring the fact that her skirt had been fucked up so scandalously.
Her entire leg was now at my discretion. I no longer hesitated. My hand clutched her garter below that froufrou of lace, lost itself in her satiny sheath, ascended beyond the top of the stocking, stroked and fondled deliciously the firm elasticity of naked flesh, and very gently moved on to the secret niche between her thighs.
I was almost there when the male companion of the beauty, who had been glancing at me irritatedly from time to time, suddenly turned to look at his beautiful young wife. I swiftly took my hand away lest I be surprised in the commission of a very profound tactical blunder. But, to my great surprise, at that very moment when his curiosity was most aroused, the young woman trussed her dress up to the hems of her panties, which I could see were made of mauve-colored stain and opened the slit and seized my hand. She led my hand towards the moist warm nest of her pussycurls and, bending towards my ear, whispered: "Go to it ... frig me ... I love it, in front of everyone. My husband wants you to do it for me, too."
I started, raised my eyes, and I saw her husband's face: he nodded to me very politely. Never before in all my life had I been more dazzled and overwhelmed, but I lost no time in reflections or in conversation. The young woman's beautiful thighs spread now complacently, and I took full advantage.
We were in the last row of the orchestra-seat section, in one of the darkest corners. There weren't too many people there to begin with. Behind us and on the side, the aisle was almost deserted. I turned towards my lovely neighbor, I turned my left arm familiarly over the back of her seat, and putting two fingers between the lips of her wet pussy, I began to frig that dainty clitoris under the eyes of her elderly husband.
I went to it with cunning and skill.
"Well, Colette," the husband murmured, his eyes glittering in his joy at playing the voyeur, "what do you think of this amusing little scene?"
"Lovely!"
"And how is he doing it to you?"
"Perfectly, my dear fellow!"
Lounging back in her armchair-for in this particular theatre the orchestra section was graced by this type of seating accommodation-turned to one side with her elbow on the arm of the chair, her fan of feathers from the bird of paradise covering my audacious hand, she squirmed imperceptibly so as to give movement to her exquisite cunt against my fingering.
Then her little button hardened, followed by the stiffening of her entire body. I comprehended that she was experiencing climax in silence, at which point I plunged my middle finger deep within her pussy. I thrust it back and forth like a prick, and, by means of a squirming of her loins with which she accompanied my fingering, she finally emitted a mute effusion of her pleasure. I scarcely heard her sigh: "Oh, there it comes!" and her thighs clenched against my hand, which I deftly disengaged.
She tendered me with a little silk kerchief with which I wiped my hand discreetly. Her husband, leaning towards me, said, "I'm most grateful to you, Monsieur, for your gallantry."
"Which yields to yours, Monsieur," I interposed.
"Not at all, and I don't want to be indebted to you. Among men of the world, one obliges the other. It remains only for you, sir, to agree to do the good offices in a relationship that asks only to become more familiar ... "
"This is my wish also," I declared with the same politeness, "and nothing would be more agreeable to me then to know that it is also Madame's wish, assuming, of course, that I have been able to cause her to be satisfied with me."
"Quite, quite satisfied, Monsieur," the young woman said, her eyes shining. "And I think that we shall not stop at that."
"You see in me your servant disposed to aid you in all things, Madame," I replied, devotedly kissing the dainty fingers which she extended to me.
Negligently, I let her hand fall from my mouth to my fly. Through my trousers, Colette seized the flattering testimony of my sentiments for her. And as I was preparing myself to anticipate the gesture that I awaited from her, she said, pushing away my fingers, "No, let me do it. It excites me."
With this, she unbuttoned my fly, slipped her fingers into my silk shorts, and explored the hidden corners, caressed my balls and my perineum. Finally, she took hold of my prick, whose vigor she appeared to judge. I understood from some glances she cast me that this examination confirmed her in a good opinion of me and my virility.
"Are you by any chance perverse?" she whispered. "That's what I appreciate above all."
"Oh, my charming one! I don't know whether you will give me points on that score, but I have been to the school of vice and I have the greatest consideration for prostitutes," was my witty answer.
Then she replied with the loveliest smile, "If it is so, sir, we shall get along famously!"
"But," I whispered uneasily in her ear, "must your husband be part of all our meetings?"
"You think that?" she giggled. "That old cuckold? I shall ask of you only a few favors for him. I may say that these would be the price of my liberty and my amusements, for I am quite licentious. So, this evening, I shall ask you to fuck me in front of him."
"At your place?"
"No, here. I know the spot." As she spoke, Colette gently frigged me inside my shorts, while with her free hand she put her lorgnette to her eyes and studied the stage. About twenty girls, almost naked, their thighs flashing in the air, were carrying out the evolutions of their erotic gymnastics. She leaned towards me. "What lovely bottoms, don't you think? I should love so much to show my own in public, to make every prick in this theater get hard, to see men frig themselves in front of me, just as now I'm doing to you." And, her fingers tightening around the stiffness of my prick, she added: "Can they suspect what I'm doing to you, all those lovely bottoms whose scent of perspiration I can inhale from here? Do you smell that perfume of sex? Ah, how I'd love to plant this prick of yours in the lovely furrow right between their bottoms!"
I didn't need that image she evoked to get excited, but I was just about to spurt my seed into that exquisite little hand, when the curtain fell, announcing the intermission between acts. Colette's husband, with all the correctness of a man of the world who is used to the most delicate situations, invited me to come drink a goblet of champagne in the company of his wife. Colette took my arm, and at the bar, without the least concern, under the cover of an exchange of banal conversation and rather licentious proposals, we set our scruples quite at ease. Besides, I had eyes only for the young woman whom good fortune had helped me aid in her caprice, for she had bewitched me with her beauty, her grace, her perfume, her gestures and her speech, and all the voluptuous and perverse nuances of her bearing.
When the performance resumed, we went back to the hall. Impatient for the happiness which she had promised me that same evening, I asked Colette, whose hand was trembling in mine, "Is it now, dear?"
"Wait!" she said to me with all the familiarity of two lovers. "Fondle me a little first, here, in the crowd."
Finding a passageway through the thickest part of the throng which was crowding through the lobby, she glued herself to a balustrade. Her husband arranged himself beside her, and I behind. When we were again in the half-darkness, I cautiously lifted the hem of her dress. This gave Colette a delicious shiver of outrage. I understood now that this was the kind of emotion she sought most of all. She was greedy for the shock of public immodesty. It excited her.
I went about it so gently that she started when she felt my hand against her naked flesh. She never turned her head around to look at me. It made her more lustful to draw the glances of others who might be around us in this movement. Continuing my carnal wooing with all the skill I possessed, I stroked and fondled her deliciously plump thighs, tickled her between her buttocks, and moving around towards her front, I placed my hand against the silky curls of her pussy.
Then she, reaching one hand behind her, had the incredible temerity to unbutton me, to draw out my prick, and to direct it into the furrow of her behind. Fortunately, the display of the naked beauty of Mademoiselle Maryse on stage held everybody spellbound. But Colette felt that the active thrill of scandal was lacking. So after she had given herself the delight of committing such an act of bravado, she finally let go of my prick, which I thrust back into my shorts, and then she took my arm and we emerged from the circle of spectators.
"Are you coming?" she said to her husband.
As if this were an order, the husband led us to the lavatory. The attendant there smiled a greeting to him, the husband handed her a banknote, and she opened the door that she then closed behind the three of us.
At once, Colette suspended herself passionately in my arms, her bosom arching under my hands, her lips against mine. Her hands quickly unbuttoned my trousers, as my tongue explored the warmth of her delicious mouth. Then she stooped, withdrew my cock and kissed the tip of my prick with her lips, then with the tip of her tongue. She took it into her mouth, gave it two or three good sucks, finally rose and put herself in position.
With a childish gesture of her Cinderella-like foot, she seized the hem of her dress and fucked it up to her waist; placing her palms against the edge of the washbasin, she leaned over, thrusting out her bottom under the mauve satin of her panties which yawned enough to betray the adorable secrets of a deep cleft between the two snow-white hillocks of her behind.
"Go ahead," she said to me in a low voice, "choose for your pleasure the road which tempts you most. Both are equally pleasant to me." I glanced cautiously at her husband. He stood close and unmoving. His eyes sparkled mischievously. His smile was encouraging.
"Well," I replied, "we shall take two promenades, then. Let us first go along the walk of Venus."
I pulled her delicate panties down, and thrust my prick into her cunt. Then she reached over to her husband. She pulled out his cock from his trousers, and began to frig him with vigor as I plowed her narrow vagina. In the state of erection that I had been for a good hour, it didn't take long. I needed only about ten thrusts to come to my goal. Since my skillful partner had known how to wriggle and twist her body to whet her appetites to the zenith, I heard her groan with joy at the same moment that my jet filled her cunt with its bubbling lava. And I found myself still hard. Colette had not released her husbands prick from her deft grasp. I looked at him in the mirror that reflected our perverse image. The mischievous smile had not left his eyes.
"Now," I said, "we shall take a little walk to Sodom!"
Already, I was preparing to put my prick into the ambery-pink crevice of her ass-hole when Colette straightened up. "Let us vary the thing, sir," she said. "You have fucked me from behind, now bugger me in child's fashion. I love that, because it plows me even more deeply!"
I sat down on the commode, and she straddled over me. Arching herself on the tips of her little sandals, one hand on my shoulder, the other on my cock, she impaled her ass-hole with a slow pressure of her buttocks. My cock went into her to the balls, not without drawing a few groans when pleasure mingled with the acuteness of this perforation.
When she was entirely buggered, her exquisite mouth emitted a sigh of delight against my lips. One arm around my neck, our lips fused, our tongues furling together, she began to ride up and down. Oh, God, how well she rode, rising and falling alternately upon my prick to the soft cadence of a little trot to prolong the pleasure of the journey.
While she rode, she frigged her husband's prick with her other lovely hand, and his ecstasy was in his eyes as he stared at his wife's naked bottom.
Happiness this time again overwhelmed us, Colette and myself, in the same felicity. This outrageous passion made the young woman writhe over my thighs. She thrust her torso so vigorously forward that her two breasts sprang out of her bodice, offering to my mouth the savory taste of their vermilion tips.
"Oh, how good it is, how good it is," she breathed between her teeth, as she felt my semen spurt into her. She was panting and her eyes were glazed. "Oh, how hard you shoot into me ... ah, ah, again!"
Clinging to my chest, her arm making a collar around my neck, and the rapid movements of her bottom maneuvering the point of my cock in and out of her, she avidly clenched with her sphincter muscles so as to suck up the last drops of spunk which discharged from my meatus. "Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" she groaned softly against my lips. At this moment I glanced into the mirror and watched as her long delicate fingers brought her husband to climax. His eyes never left the apex of our union.
With this convulsive movement, her pussy rubbed against my belly and I felt it moisten with an abundant flood. Then her lovely head languished and fell upon my shoulder. I inhaled the sweet aroma of an exotic perfume from her armpit. Her husband groaned out loud simultaneously. His white juice fell into her palm which she promptly brought to her lips.
At last we untwined. Her skirts at her waist, taking my place upon the toilet seat, she very placidly began to piss, while with her slim fingers she plucked from the tip of my prick a last drop of spunk, and bent her head to suck up that tidbit.
Then she rose, and, lowering her dress, knocked at the door. The attendant opened it for us as soon as she could manage to get us out of there without being seen. She bowed to us with all the marks of respect that the tip had procured. In the lobby, Colette took leave of her husband. He accompanied us to his car, thanking me effusively for what I had done for his wife and for what I was going to do for the rest of the night.
A little porter, his helmet in his hand, opened the exit doors for us. With soft and gentle features, he seemed to seek the charity of a glance from my beautiful companion.
"Why, it's my little beggar," she said as she got into the car. "The rascal, he knows that I give him something every time." Then, patting his cheek, she said, "Well, get in, you little scoundrel, what are you waiting for?"
She drew him in by the arm and made him sit beside her, red with happiness. The doorman slammed the door, and Colette called to the driver, "To the Dead Rat!"
Hardly had we begun to move when, just as if I hadn't been there, she took the young man and quickly undid his trousers. Her soft white hand sought his boyish member. When Colette found what she sought, she smiled brightly, squealed girlishly and dropped to her knees right there in our moving carriage! I couldn't believe my eyes, or the fact that my cock had grown rigid again at the sight of her lovely mouth moving so lasciviously over the young man's engorged penis. With every one of his groans, my own penis strained at my fly. Colette sucked him until he came.
"Now it's my turn, darling," she said at once. She hitched up her skirts in that bawdy way and looked at the flushed young porter. Leaning back on her seat, her feet propped up against the back of the front seat, she exposed her glistening pussy, lifting her ass slightly, offering it up to the young man. The porter eagerly thrust his face between her perfect thighs and ate voraciously. We arrived at the cabaret just as she was giving up all her lovecream for the second time. She gave him a coin, and we went into the cabaret.
At the table, she was in vivacious form, and all the capricious fantasy of her spirit completed the task of enchaining me to this devilish sorcery which emanated from her bewitching person. At dessert, she said to me all at once, "I'm going to drink to our love!"
I held my goblet to her lips. She turned it away with a mocking smile. "Child!" she said, "that's not . what I mean."
Drawing closer to me on the bench, in the little corner where we were, she unbuttoned my trousers, took my prick in her right hand, and, covering it with a napkin, began to tease it. My arm around her shoulder, I watched her do this in delight. Her eyes fixed on mine, she murmured, "When you're ready, tell me, won't you, darling?"
"What, Colette," I remarked, somewhat stunned, "do you mean to drink from the very source of life itself?"
"That's my business! Just have fun," she giggled.
I kept myself from interrupting her again because my curiosity was getting the better of me. She did it so well! Oh, what a velvety touch had those three lovely fingers she moved around my prick! Her bosom erect, her elbow on the table, nobody who looked at her would have suspected, so skillful was she, what public outrage she was committing under the table.
"Don't you think," she whispered to me, "it's thrilling to be able to do this under the eyes of everybody! To flout them, the poor dull souls, who would never dream of such a thing!"
Pleasure was already beginning to send its waves through my balls, and my ears were buzzing from the languorous music coming from the gypsy orchestra. Colette saw in my eyes the signs that I was drawing near to ecstasy, and she murmured, "It's close, isn't it?"
I could not speak; I clutched her wrist, the wrist she was frigging me with.
Then she swiftly slipped between my legs a tall glass, and with a last squeezing shake of her hand, made me come, the glass receiving all my semen. Then, with the coolness of accepting a challenge, she held the glass out to me so that I could put extra-dry soda water into it. She stirred the cloudy mixture, and then when the glass looked as if it held a thick potion, lifted it with a mutinous gesture and said to me with her loveliest smile: "To our love, sir!"
And slowly, with little sips, as one tastes a great wine, she emptied the strange elixir which was to bind us together.
"Now it's your turn," she said, as she wiped her lovely mouth.
She saw my astonishment and laughed. "Oh, so it intrigues you?" At the same time, she passed me a biscuit which had been dipped in champagne, saying, "Take it!"
"And then what?" I asked.
"What, you can't guess? Oh, sir, how much you have to learn! The form and consistency of that biscuit-doesn't it enlighten you as to its use? Into what cup do you wish to dip it?"
"Ah, delight of my heart," I said, "what a little witch you are, and what a fool I am! But here, Colette?"
She shrugged; "If you think that anyone saw me frig you, you're wrong. Dip your biscuit, darling!"
And so, without any more ado than she had shown in unbuttoning my fly, she pulled up the front of her dress and opened for me her silken panties. And when I glanced around anxiously to see if we were being spied on, she said with a little grimace of impatience, "It takes very little for you to be worried. But scandal, my dear fellow, is the spice of life. Show me that you will be the worthy partner of all the licentious games of the good life!"
So I couldn't hesitate any longer, unless I wanted to appear naive and ridiculous.
"Go on, Monsieur," Colette added, "my cunt awaits you. Do it gently though, so you won't scratch me too badly, although I will tell you that I don't detest brutality in bed."
My right arm disappeared under the tablecloth, while the other clasped my wineglass. I passed the tip of the pink biscuit between the lips of her cunt. Carefully I insinuated it with the aid of a finger, then, pressing it back and forth, I at last sheathed it between her warm vulva.
"Leave it there a moment, darling, so that it will moisten thoroughly," Colette breathed. "You will see that it is a morsel truly worthy of a gourmet."
She clenched her thighs so that she could warm the biscuit inside her cunt. She drank a glass of champagne, lit a cigarette. Then, once again yawning her panties to my hand, she whispered, "take it out, my friend, and taste it for me."
I drew out the biscuit, moistened with an unctuous cream. Intoxicated, I bit into it avidly, while, leaning over to me, Colette took the other half from me with a sly grace. Our lips met on the last mouthful.
At this moment, an old gentleman, quite indignant, approached and said to me, "Must I call for the bouncer to keep you two from fucking?"
"As it happens," Colette said to him with an insolent toss of her head, "we were just going!"
And indeed, it was to a whorehouse along the Rue Pigalle, which she was often frequented This would be where we were to spend the rest of the night. She made a choice of two exotic and lovely morsels, two new arrivals, who had not yet passed into many hands. One, a little Chinese girl and the other, a tall girl from Malabar, of a piquant shape, with finely grained skin and lusciously firm flesh.
We found ourselves in a small room occupied by a gigantic bed covered with soft pillows and silks.
Colette immediately orchestrated the two beauties so they had her undressed and lying against the pillows within minutes of our arrival. My mind was spinning at the undaunted energy of my mistress as I watched the young women set to work pleasing Colette.
As their golden hands caressed her breasts, their amber lips exploring her ivory belly, I tore my confining clothes from my body in order to take part in this exotic feast.
Using all the refinement of the Oriental arts, the young women played Colette's body. They licked and caressed her belly button, her armpits, her ass-hole, even the soles of her feet. Not an inch of her ravishing body, which Colette displayed for me thus, under the infinite energy of her tireless sensuality, escaped their kisses, their sucking bites, the arousing touches of their expert tongues.
At last I could no longer play the voyeur and flung myself into this feminine fray.
The delicate Chinese girl took Colette from behind, her darting tongue teasing the rosette of her ass-hole. The Malabar beauty and I shared the delicacy of Colette's cunt, our tongues mingling together between her thighs, both of us hungrily drinking her hot love.
Colette, who knelt in the center of the enormous bed, gyrated lasciviously, her own hands caressing her breasts, stroking her own flushed flesh madly. All of us were emitting growling animal noises of passionate ecstasy. I could feel her cunt opening and closing in preparation for climax, and the dark girl and myself, our heads together, sucked and licked until Colette was screaming in orgasmic abandon.
As Colette fell back to regain her sensual strength, we lay caressing one another as we watched the two young whores at our feet suck one another in a darkly bestial manner. They uttered groans such as I had never heard before, their bodies wriggling and twisting and writhing in a fleshy knot.
It was so arousing that I fell upon Colette and began to fuck her madly. As I pumped my throbbing member into her hot folds, I felt delicate Asian fingers caress my ass-hole. Suddenly a wave of pleasure overcame me as a swift tongue began to flick over and around my exposed anus. The darker girl had fallen upon Colette, sucking and pinching her heaving tits.
There was such sensuality overloading me that soon my come was spurting in explosive blasts inside Colette's pulsing cunt.
After a collation to give us back our strength, followed by an intermission, in which the two Oriental beauties put on a show with dildoes, I buggered the darling Chinese girl, Fuh-lang, while I licked Colette's pussy and she knelt over the Chinese girl's shoulders with her cunt towards me. The girl from Malabar, Djelanhi, lying under me and between my legs, delicately licked my ass-hole.
Insatiable, possessed of a voluptuous passion that seemed to take new vigor even from its own excesses, Colette ordered a last tableau.
The three women knelt in Indian-file, or what might be called dog-fashion. Colette occupied the place in the middle, the Chinese girl wore a dildo, and she put this into Colette's cunt. Colette, in turn, buggered the mulatress, and while I lay on a low seat, the mulatress bowed her head between my thighs and sucked me, darting her tongue against my prick with the talent of a fellatrice, the secret of which is known best by these beauties of Asia who seemed to have been inducted into the cult of carnal joy-One finger plunged into my ass-hole, while the fingers of her other hand stroked my thighs and her mouth and tongue attacked me, and it was this beauty from Malabar who brought about my release. The long resistance of my prick suddenly shattered in an unspeakable joy under the ardent Frenching which seemed to draw all the substance of my being out of her wily mouth and tongue.
Dying with pleasure from their waxen phalli and from the agility of their fingers that frigged each other's clitorises, the three beauties sagged one over the other.
After a short rejuvenating slumber, we dressed and went out, quite pleased with ourselves. I accompanied Colette back to her house by the time dawn broke, and I went back to my place, tottering with weakness, as can only be imagined!
-3-
"Come now, don't complain, dear! Is it my fault that people follow me as if I were a bitch in heat?" Colette said to me this afternoon, after she had avowed to me with tranquil lack of conscience that she had allowed herself to be fucked under an archway.
I gasped: "What's that? Why, it's only two weeks that I've been your lover."
"Well now, what have I deprived you of if some tramp of a fellow, some coachman, whom you know no more than I do, has knocked off a piece of my cunt?" she saucily retorted.
"Good God!"
"Do I prevent you fucking whomever you wish?" she parried. "I love fantasy and diversity. Didn't I tell you so? Besides, once again, I ask you, what difference can it make to you if somebody else climbed into the car? You're not a child anymore, my old fellow, and you do not own me!"
I was boiling with irritation. "Watch out now, you slut!"
"What a thing to say to me," she giggled.
"And so," I resumed, "while I was sitting here, biting my nails and worrying ... "
"I was getting myself rather happily fucked. And why not?" she naughtily interrupted.
"You little slut! Does it come over you just like the desire to piss?"
"Of course, since I'm a nymphomaniac," she said ingenuously, turning to the mirror and making a face into it.
"You told me that you were an exhibitionist!"
"Oh, that too," Colette resumed, winding her arms around me. "If I were to make a recital of all my vices I should never finish. Be patient, you'll know them all. And when you have wallowed in all those vices, and when you have nothing more to learn, then we will be finished. That's the way I understand love. In the meantime, don't you enjoy all your own filthy ideas with me, my little rascal?"
"You trollop!"
She giggled. "Go ahead, I love that. Go ahead, beat me!"
I raised my hand to slap her. Provocatively, she turned her cheek to me. "Hit me, then!"
But the sensual caress of her eyes, the irresistible charm of her smile, disarmed me. I took her lovely head in my hands with tenderness. "Colette, I love you so much!"
"What?" she resumed with humor. "Your anger has already gone? I, who only wish to satisfy your desire and mine ... I, who have brought you my ass still warm from its pollution so that you might fuck me ragingly to repay yourself for the affront which I made against your loving me, so that you might tear my cunt in the assuagement of your vengeance?"
"Then," I said sadly, "it's really true?"
She sprang up like an unwound spring. "It's really true. There, put your finger into it!" she cried, carried away by a wounded self-love. Lifting her skirt, and spreading her thighs, she invited me. "Touch, and see if it isn't wet with spunk!"
Before this cynicism, I was just about to take my hat and leave, but brutal desire, needled by the memory of carnal treasures which I owed to Colette, kept me where I was.
"Touch it, then," she repeated, her head bowed towards the sticky pussyfur she had unveiled by pulling apart her batiste panties.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't you want to? No?" Then, having thrust her index finger between the lips of her vulva, she put them under my nose: "See if it doesn't smell of spunk! He had plenty!"
"You whore, you bitch, you trull!" I cried.
She flung herself at my neck, and despite my resistance, drew her mouth to me greedily, her arms locking around me like a vise. "Doesn't that give you a hard-on?" she sighed, sliding a hand down to the fly of my trousers.
I pushed her away brutally.
"Oh, all right," she said in a resigned voice. "Since you don't seem to have any balls left, I'm going in front of that mirror and frig myself while I think about the fellow who fucked me. He was a fine fellow, he was."
And so, as tranquilly as if she had been all by herself, she approached a mirror and studied her pussy.
"Did he pay you?" I jested, while I watched her play with her pussy.
"You go to the devil! If I were to set out to make my fortune, I could put all the prostitutes in Paris to shame, and put them out of business too!"
She sat down and carefully arranged around her yawning thighs the double decoration of a petticoat made of Valenciennes lace and a robe of crepe de chine which had a lovely blue shade to it.
"And I," she mimicked me, "I, who wanted to give you the stimulus of my little adventure. I was saying to myself, once I was dressed, 'Ah, how that rogue is going to get a hard-on when he knows all this.' You don't know how good it is to fuck by improvisation. Yes, it's nice. I thought you were going to tear my clothes from me and give it to me at least three times. And here you sit just insulting me."
"The stimulus of adventure?" I parried. "But didn't you give that to the fellow who fucked you?"
"Oh, not too much. It didn't take much time to fuck. You can imagine, under a doorway. And now you're sulking, so much the worse! Brood all you like. It excites me when people look at me and lust for me."
She flung herself back against the back of the chair, an arm behind her head, her buttocks on the edge of the seat. Her long, slim hand caressed her panties. Two fingers tickled her pussy through the sheer fabric, as though she were teasing herself. "Is it graceful?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the mirror. Seated behind her, I savored her reflection with rage in my heart, the enchanting curves of her legs in their blue silken sheath, her dainty feet arched on their high heels, and this obscene pose in which, amid the flood of skirts and the rustling of the lace of the panties, her body writhed at the memory of her last encounter. Her hand gently began to move 'round and 'round the pink wet folds crowned by golden pussy-hairs. "Isn't it lovely?" she teased.
"You bitch!" I growled.
I choked on my jealousy at the thought of a scene in which I saw Colette's beautiful thighs yawn to some passerby and expose their intoxicating lingerie, delivering up to that unknown man's rut those treasures that belonged to me. The idea that she had given herself quite fully clothed, the intuition of the gesture she had made to truss herself up and prepare her cunt for fucking, added to my torture. There was a moment of silence. I watched her charming hand which moved about, and Colette's body started slightly. She was opening the shiny lips of her cunt and admiring herself in the mirror. Her long white finger, the nail a blood red, searched for the little pearl. Having found it, her finger daintily teased her clit, her other hand opening her luscious pussy lips. She murmured: "Oh, how good it was!"
I resumed: "Just the same, do you have to be a prostitute, in the street, with some rogue you've never seen before?"
"Of course I do! And a handsome type, I don't mind telling you-bronzed, very well groomed, with black soft eyes like yours, when you aren't grumbling all the time. I thought of you as I did it, and I wanted to see if he would do it as well as you. And besides, I said to myself that little Jo would get excited when I told him about it."
"There is vice in every inch of you! So you think that I want to wallow in the hog trough?"
"All right, if you don't. But don't disturb me. Let me frig myself!"
And her right hand returned to her dainty slit, bidding me take my leave if I so wished. Her eyelids closed, her head bent against her folded arm, Colette, tickling her pussy, gently, uttered little sighs.
I bit my lips. The sharp need of knowing the details of her piggishness prevented me once more from slapping her and having it over with her forever.
"Well," I asked more gently, "you can at least tell me what he did to you."
"I'd be happy to, my dear."
"Did he accost you?"
"No, I'm the one who made eyes at him. But let me go, so I can arrange myself the way I like."
"I'll thrash the hell out of you," I cried, "if you continue to torment me!"
She opened her eyes and fixed me with her irresistible smile in my reflected image. "Does it really set you off?"
"At least you can stop frigging yourself, in God's name!"
Her little hand emerged from its warm nest. "There. Well now, what's the matter."
"Tell me what happened!"
Her eyes glowed. "I knew it would set you on fire," she said to me. "I'll not stop frigging myself. But I will tell you how it happened." She continued to toy with her cunt as she drawled: "How did it happen? Oh, quite simply. It was on the Champs Elysees, I was leaving Fouquet's. I came upon the type of man that I am usually interested in. I winked at him and he turned around. I also turned around, he understood, came back slowly, began to walk with me, and accosted me. And he asked me, 'Charming child, where are you off to so quickly' I told him, 'Not to my husband.' He said, T didn't think so, but I suppose it's some rich and fortunate lover?' I laughed, 'Of course'. "
"Go on," I said angrily.
"Well, he sighed and said, 'What a fortunate mortal! Couldn't I substitute for him for an hour?' And I said, 'An hour? You can't be thinking of that, sir!' And then he said, 'Well, we'll put our mouths together and it will take only half an hour.' And I said to him, 'That's still too much for a whim!'"
"Yes, I can just imagine," I said to her furiously.
She giggled and kept stroking her golden pussy. "So then he said to me, 'Well, then, right here and now?' I shrugged and I said, 'Why not?' He went on: 'In a room?' I told him that I had a horror of furniture. Then he asked if we could do it in the car. I said that was very common. He then proposed the subway, to which I said I'd love something even more forbidden. He remarked, 'Ah, very good,' and he seemed to be quite amused. 'I too don't detest originality. What would you think of a gateway?' I said to him gaily, 'There we have an idea.'"
I shrugged, pretending not to be affected. But I was, of course. "Go on," I said dully.
"We soon found a gateway which lent itself to this caprice. Don't make such a face at me, because after all nobody knew who I was, and besides I'm freely telling you all this. So why should you shed tears for nothing?"
"For nothing?" I echoed. "You call that for nothing? When it gives me a hard-on just to think of it?"
At this avowal, Colette hastened a free hand between my legs. "You see! You see what it did to you!" she said with the exultation which she always brought to her insanities. "Show me, darling, show me that you have a hard-on!"
Indeed, a singular excitement began to sharpen my prick, just as if another woman had suddenly roused me. I don't know what kind of thirst for filth was cheapening me at that moment. Yes, I had an erection as I always did. And I said to her, as I greedily bit her cynical lips, "Go on, drag me down to your mire."
"It was," continued Colette, "a rather poorly lighted corridor, and the gateway was covered with an awning. My friend said to me 'This will do marvelously!' So we entered. It didn't take long. He pushed me into the corner and told me to pose myself as if I were going to put on my shoe."
"I see, in levrette style," I interrupted. "That's even filthier!"
"Of course, in levrette! Did you think it would have been comfortable standing otherwise?"
"Go ahead. I suppose you gave him your ass?"
"What I did was to put my foot on the step and bend over, pretending to tie the laces of my shoes. Then when in good position, he lifted up my dress and petticoat. I felt his hand pulling apart my panties. I tell you that he didn't even look. But I felt his prick in my cunt. It went in before I could say 'Ouch!'"
"You filthy tramp, I suppose you found it good?"
Despite myself I was breathing harder now. Colette was rapidly pumping my cock, and as we both face the mirror, I was watching her deft fingers of her other hand run along the glistening lips of her exposed slit.
"Of course it was!"
How could I resist that innocent and bored air, while her little hand was sliding into my trousers. I grew more tender to her: "All right, come here," I said, dragging her back towards me.
I took her in my arms, kissed away the little hypocritical tears which ran down her long lashes, and slipped my hand between her thighs, towards the nest of her pussy. Gently my middle finger began to tickle her clitoris. She was already sopping wet. "Oh, yes, go on, do it there," she cooed against my mouth.
"Only, complete your story if it will excite you."
"Yes, but frig me nicely now," she warned. "Now, where was I?"
"He had just put it into you."
I slid my finger inside her palpitating cunt.
"Yes, yes, and it was delicious!" Colette exclaimed. "Think of it, almost on the sidewalk. Every time I heard a step coming near, it gave me a lovely shock. 'Oh, suppose someone were going to turn into this gateway now because it was his house,' I was saying to myself. But you're not doing it to me properly! Put your fingers in more deeply, darling!"
"And you were saying to yourself?" I reminded her.
"I was saying to myself, if it were my Jo who were entering, and saw me there, my skirt trussed up, like a bitch in heat, my ass in the air and my legs open ... "
"Oh, your legs were open?"
"What a question! But frig me harder, dear!"
"What about him?" I growled.
"He held me by the hips over my dress, and his right hand went down to my button."
"Oh, the pig, he was frigging you?"
"Of course he was. But you're doing so well! Go on, darling, it's so nice while I'm talking to you. Yes, he was frigging me."
There was a moment of silence. Her eyes fluttered, then she moaned, "Oh, fuck me, my darling!"
"And while he was frigging you?"
"I was listening to hear if-ah! ah!"
"And what about him?"
"He was fucking me ... ah! Ah! I'm coming ... "
"Hold it back! Make it last. It's exciting me now. He was fucking you, eh! But how was he fucking you?"
"Slowly, while he was enjoying-oh, oh, I tell you I'm going to come, oh, oh, frig me harder!
Her thighs squeezed over my hand, her pussy was quivering. I accentuated my digital gyration. And I said to her, "While he was enjoying, you were saying!"
"Yes ... oh, oh! With little strokes and thrusts ... ah! Ah! Little ... little shakes of his ass ... oh go on, oh go on, dear, I can't hold it back any more, I can't, there it is!"
The groan of her joy rose and rose and rose. Out of the quivering of her clitoris, her voice became stormy and thick with passion. Her legs fell open wider, and she kicked her shoes in the air and flung back her body on the bed, moaning, "Oh, how I'm coming, how I'm coming!"
I continued to frig her savagely with my fingers lodged deeply inside her hot cunt. "Enjoy it! Enjoy it!" I hissed between my teeth. "See if I know how to frig you, I too, with my three fingers inside you and my little finger between your vulva, and the thumb of my other hand up your ass-hole-there-now, tell me if I know how to frig or not?"
Her thighs on my knees, harpooned in the ass-hole by my thumb, her skirts floating around her waist, my eyes feasting on the furry curls which I could see through the slit of her panties, I frigged her furiously. I made her come three, four, five, six times, I don't know how many. I intoxicated myself with her cries and her ecstasy, and I tormented her: "Well, do I frig you nicely? Go ahead, maybe you will find your type! Enjoy it, enjoy it more! For once, you can boast of having really been frigged!"
And I tickled and I rubbed, moving my fingers around and around, tickling and pressing, pinching that darling little button which was hard as a pearl. She whinnied, writhed her arms, shook her head from side to side, her belly jiggling, her shoulders arching and stiffening.
"Go ahead and enjoy, enjoy, you little whore," I chuckled pitilessly. "Again ... until you burst ... that's all you're good for, to come, to come!"
The uninterrupted moaning of her ecstasy filled the room. Her clitoris was swollen and was bluish-red. Mad with rage or from erotic exaltation at the spectacle of this body which convulsed itself under the throes of endless spasm, I would have gladly frigged Colette until she foamed with blood.
"Come, always come!" I cried to her, my lips close to her lovely mouth which twisted in a rictus of suffering, and ecstasy. "Come! As for a frigging, there is a real frigging! Tell me, do I touch you better than he did?" Her breasts heaving, her eyes open and empty, her arms waving in the air, Colette could only utter inarticulate cries: "Ah! ah! Enough ... enough . ... ah! No more ... no more ... ah! Oh, mercy, stop ... I'm dying ... enough!"
But I frigged her ceaselessly, a tireless hand, amid a veritable sea of sticky moisture that, under the movements of my fingers, seeped out in a creamy froth over the edges of her cunt.
"Enough! Enough!" the twisting, lovely mouth panted.
"No, no," I repeated, "Enjoy! Enjoy! As long as you still have love cream, give it up!"
Once, twice, three times again, I saw her enjoy orgasm in the way that was not pleasure, but rather a frightful martyrdom. But suddenly, her body stiffened, she gasped desperately and let out a cry of agony. I was afraid and stopped. I stared at her. White as a lily, her eyes shadowed, her mouth gaping, Colette, mute and motionless, had fainted.
-4-
Decidedly, there is no woman in the world who is more of a nymphomaniac than Colette. She is an exhibitionist, a fellatrice, a sodomist, a drinker of spunk, a licker of ass-holes and of cunts. She is both a young man and a Don Juan; she has all the vices and evil practices, and indulges in all the debauchery.
At twenty years of age, she has had all the experiences that might be expected of a woman who has spent a long life in a brothel. And yet there is no more seductive, fresh and sweet face than hers, no more exquisite body, young and virginal, nothing more perfect than her attire and her attitude. No one can doubt, once seeing her, that she belongs to one of the best families of the Faubourg Saint-Honore and that she was brought up in the Convent of the Ladies of the Sacred Heart.
"You are at least versatile," I told her. "The other day, in a doorway, this afternoon in a subway. But this time, I shan't go along with you."
"No, but you'll run along if I tell it to you!"
"You need these things to excite you?"
"You still aren't convinced, are you?" she laughed. "Then why did I take the subway? Not because of economy, I have my own car. It's not the first time it's happened to me there."
"I tell you that I'm not going along."
"What an ass you are! It excites me in the subway, it isn't my fault."
"Because you're a nymphomaniac, I know."
"The day before yesterday, at Loulou's, when I was frigging you while she was sucking me, didn't I tell you, as I advanced my thigh under your prick, 'Go on, shoot off all you have!' and you shot it right on to the lace of my panties, where it hung like a thread and dropped down into my shoe? It excited me more than I can tell you!"
"And that was the kind of emotion you were seeking in the subway?" I interrupted.
"You won't believe it, eh? Well, I'm going to prove it to you!" she exclaimed. She sprang out of bed, took her panties and showed me the bottom.
I cried out: "It's disgusting!"
Her eyes flamed longingly.
"You dare come to me with your panties stained like that?" I said.
"Did you want me to take my panties off in the street? I would have done it and been much happier, I can tell you that; it annoyed me enough while I was walking, that stuff against my bottom! Do you want more proof that's it sperm?"
She turned around on all fours, her buttocks under my face, and she pulled her cheeks apart. "Look, and see if it isn't spunk that has dried on my skin."
"Oh you bitch," I said to her, as I gave her two resounding smacks on her bottom, "you bitch, and you only just put yourself on the bidet!"
"That didn't prevent you from spurting like a fountain," she teased me. "Yes, while you were buggering me, that stuff was still drying in my bottom-crease."
I got up, I seized her by the wrists, I bent her head down, I clamped my legs against her sides, and bending over her bottom, I gave her a real thrashing. But the more I spanked her bottom, the more she cried out with pleasure, wriggling like a serpent.
I stopped only when my hand, which was smarting, was limp and numb. She rolled over onto her back, spread her legs wide, her pussy offered, her hands held out to me. "Come on, put it into me, put it into me!" she begged.
My prick was as stiff as a male virgin's at the age of eighteen. I forgot my disgust, and I fell upon her yawning vulva. It was with a savage frenzy that I thrust my prick into her cunt. I went on her as the bull did on Pasiphae. And it was for Colette, such a violent and unexpected possession of her flesh, that she cried out like thirty-six scalded cats.
"Monster," she groaned, clapping her arms around my neck until she nearly strangled me. "Monster, you've torn me open!"
By wriggling her bottom backwards, she disengaged my prick. She put a finger to her pussy, and drew it out glistening with sticky lovecream, which she wiped on my lips. A whiplash would not have been more keenly stirring to our senses than the sight of that thread of white and red-for there was blood from her cunt in the savage wounding I had just given her with my prick. And an insensate delirium carried us away in an embrace in which Colette's little wound added a tremendous spice of sadism. The idea that I was piercing with my prick that little scratch in her cunt and that perhaps I would draw blood from her, made me fuck her with a tireless and unequalled vigor.
Clamping her arms around me as I clamped mine around her, groaning as I thrust back and forth into her, she wriggled her buttocks as madly as if she had been demented. She cried out, between agonized sighs, "Go on, hurt me, darling! Oh, your prick is stiff and hard! Aiii! It seems to me that I've got fire in my cunt! Tear me again, let me mingle your spunk with my blood ... there ... there ... there ... " she added, her mouth contracted, as she synchronized the wriggling of her bottom to the diggings of my prick.
Her right leg now hooked around my neck, and it gave me greater pleasure to look into the angle of her thighs and see that scarlet pussy into which my prick was pumping. Her narrowed eyes spied on my spying in turn, and she gasped, "Yes, darling, look at my poor torn pussy! Oh fuck me, fuck me all the harder! My cunt is going to crush you like a nutcracker! There, there, let me breathe in all your great big prick! Oh, how it turns in me, but go on, go on! Make me bleed-Oh, oh, I'm coming-I'm coming-There it is, oh, fuck me harder!"
A groan surged in her throat. Her body taunted me. She slipped one hand down to her pussy, and one of her fingers began to play an exasperated tremolo on her stiffened clitoris, while her pussy yawned to gobble up the roots of my prick and suck it all down into that hidden chasm which was her cuntsheath. With a last digging thrust, my climax culminated in a furious ejaculation whose shattering effort stunned me and made Colette shriek as if boiling lava had suddenly penetrated her entrails.
"Ah," she murmured when I at last unlinked her arms and thighs, "I finally know what it is to die of pain and to taste the bliss of it! Oh, you monster, what a prick you have! A dagger first, then a chisel! How it made me come! Start all over again, won't you?"
Stretched out on her side and turned towards me, she put her hands to my cheeks and pressed my face into the hollow of her armpit, strong with its aphrodisiacal sweat. Her other hand, which had been toying with the hairy valley of my perineum, now nervously clutched my deflated prick. "Oh, darling, your prick, give me your prick again!" she moaned.
And she flung herself down flat on her belly between my thighs, staring at my love-juice-stickied cock. She took it between her fingers "To think, old fellow, that it was this piece here, this limp worm, which hurt me so much and so beautifully!" she exclaimed.
She leaned her amorous face forward and pressed a kiss upon the meatus, whose foreskin was still drawn back. Then, squeezing it between thumb and index finger, she milked out of it a thick drop of opalescent spunk and collected it on the tip of her tongue. Then, greedily staring at the instrument of her pleasure, she fondled it, caressed it with her mouth and nose, rolled her cheeks against my organ, drawing back the foreskin over the gland and then stripping it back again, and with her long eyelashes tickled the most sensitive spots. "Tell me, darling, don't you want to?" she murmured.
Her loins hollowed in a new onslaught of her rut, her firm hard-tipped breasts pressing against my knees. Her gaze was laden with languor and supplication.
"Tell me, don't you want to?" she implored tenderly. "Oh, you don't know how much I'd love once more to enjoy that sweet suffering, and with the blood ... lots of blood ... you drew from me. Oh, darling, it would be so good!"
She held my prick by the roots, jostling it about like an inert toy. After four almost consecutive orgasms, I felt I could do no more.
"Now what must I do to give him back his nice hard-on?" she said in a tone of a spoiled child.
She warmed my cock with her humid breath, grazed her lips over the flesh, sank her teeth very lightly into the tip of the gland and then into the foreskin. She titillated the meatus with the tip of her tongue, and then began to suck. Meanwhile, her fingers caressed my balls, then my perineum. Then, parting the furrow of my bottom where, as Pierre Louys says, are secreted mysterious sweats, she began to prod. She prodded my ass-hole, then thrust her tongue against the hairs, then grazed them with her teeth, returned to the swelling balls, moved back onto the lips of my prick. Then finally she went back to my ass-hole and, stiffening her tongue, forced through the ring of sphincter muscles to slide entirely inside. But despite all the art which she put into applying her humid caresses and the artifices of her fingers, she still could not waken my senses.
Fixing me with her half-closed eyes, she repeated, in the supplication of a mad desire: "Oh, get hard, get hard! I must have your prick! Your prick, more than once, darling! Won't you? Won't you? It's so good to enjoy when one thinks one can't enjoy anymore. Try it, my wolf, only just one little more time!"
And she sprang on my bottom, dug her nails into my flesh, bit my buttocks with the full strength of her teeth. But my prick was not listening to her argument.
Then, as if seized by an erotic madness, she arched, whinnied, rolled her body over me in frenzied contortions, rubbing her dripping vulva against my face, frigging my limp prong, taking it into her mouth, or trying in vain to press it into the yawning lips of her cunt, begging for the sharp and savage pleasure which my impotence refused her.
"I want to come, I want to come," she cried, "I need a chisel in my cunt!"
She wriggled like a worm, scuffling with her feet and clawing with her fingers the rumpled covers of the bed, lifting herself on her heels and her shoulders. Her thighs yawned apart, her belly in the air, she made the obscene offer of her purplish, yawning pussy.
"Ah, ah, to come, to come! You rascal you, who wont get a hard-on for me! A prick, I need a prick!"
Extending her arm towards the head of the bed, she pressed a button, and her maid appeared. "Get me a dildo, the biggest, the one with little spikes on it, and tell Mademoiselle to bring it to me," she ordered.
A moment later, there was a discreet knock at the door. A very lovely girl, blonde, with a pink and white complexion, entered the room, holding in her hand with tranquil assurance, a replica of really formidable size. She inclined her head towards me gracefully, without the slightest timidity.
"Here I am, Auntie!"
Colette presented the girl to me without any ceremony: "Arlette, the daughter of my brother. She is eighteen, with a temperament that is quite promising."
"What do you wish?" the lovely child interrupted, and it was obvious that Arlette had not the slightest concern in front of this spectacle of our nudity.
"That you fuck me, darling. Undress and make my lover ashamed of himself."
Arlette cast me a bold look and slid off her dress. She undid her garters, pulled down her silk panties, rolled her chemise to her foot, and in a twinkling of an eye, apart from shoes and stockings, she was deliciously naked.
Not very tall, but chiseled and well made, with fine white limbs and breasts as small as oranges, Arlette's body had all the charm of flowering young beauty. Over her ash-blonde pussyfur she strapped the waxen phallus, studded with tiny little spikes and whorls, bound the red ribbons around her loins and thighs with the ease of doing something she was quite accustomed. Thus readied, she sprang on the bed and placed herself between Colette's legs.
"How shall I do it to you, Auntie? In your cunt or in your ass-hole?"
I will admit that I was visually in paradise. Planted on her knees, her right hand holding the dildo tilted upwards, her eyes kindled, Arlette, with a bold impudence that my presence was far from diminishing, waited to spring on her prey.
"Well, Auntie, how shall I fuck you? Shall we do it by two or by three? Is Monsieur to take part?"
I was dazzled by such audacity and calm.
"Certainly, if I can," I cried, as I placed kisses on the ravishing bottom of that vicious young girl.
But already Colette had locked Arlette in her thighs. I saw Arlette's hand push the head of the wax dildo under the pubic curls, her loins arching in a forward thrust, and then a strident cry shattered the silence of the room. The body of this artificial prick penetrated, rasping the tender membranes of Colette's cunt.
With an indefinably subtle cruelty in her expression, Arlette pursued the fucking, her young body pressing back and froth in this incestuous coupling.
"Stop! Stop! Aie! Aie!"
"And you were asking for blood!" I chuckled. "Go on, Arlette, push, push harder!"
"There you are, my aunt, there!"
And the implacable dildo continued to plunge slowly, rasping against the raw flesh, deaf to the groans with which Colette filled the room. Now my prick was getting as hard as that of a peasant who hasn't fucked for weeks, and to increase the pressure of Arlette's belly, I dug my forefinger into her ass-hole slyly; she started with such surprise that she thrust the dildo up to the hilt.
"This time you've "got it all, Auntie!" exulted the young girl as she began to maneuver back and forth, ignoring the exclamations, torn from my mistress by the rudeness with which she was being fucked.
"And now it's your turn, Arlette," I said, as I took my place on the bed.
I was debating whether to bugger her or to fuck her, but it was her perverse, sweet mouth that tempted first of all my lubricity.
So, I straddled over Colette's face, leaving her nose and mouth in the furrow of my bottom, and I held out to the lovely young girl my stiffened cock. She opened her red mouth to welcome it. I plunged it in slowly, as far as I could. And while she managed herself beautifully between the thighs of her aunt, I began to fuck her exquisite mouth.
Before her charming, immobile face that I cupped between my palms, my pubis pressed its fleece against her lips and palpitating nostrils, which inhaled my male odor. Squatting over Colette, whose pussy was squirming from the thrusts of the phallus that was furrowing her, I felt her tongue penetrate my anus and twist and dig in the most intoxicating way.
The sublime shattering peak of orgasm seized her at the same time as it did me, making her shriek under the studded dildo which was belaboring the channel of her cunt. Releasing my ass-hole in the paroxysm of her pleasure, she uttered a delirious exclamation, arched and twisted violently, rolled over onto her flanks, and, savagely sinking her teeth into my bottom with a violent jerk of her loins, unhorsed her rider. That was the exact moment when my semen burst forth, and I cried out, "Hell and damnation!"
Tottering to one side, Arlette had unsheathed me from her mouth. My crimson prick, wild with its savage climax, shot forth in jerky bursts the powerful jet of its spunk onto the hair, cheeks and bosom of the young girl. The milky flood cast its last opaque drops on Colette's lips and chin.
Prostrated in a melange of our naked bodies, we put a halt to our loveplay for the time being, so that I had to quell my impatience to enjoy more completely that wanton teenager. Colette's tongue had gobbled up my spunk, and in a voluptuous attitude of waiting, her delicious pussy pressed itself against my now empty balls. Arlette crouched beside her and took my prick into her mouth.
"Well Auntie, is it my turn?" she now asked.
"Indeed," Colette replied. "I think he wants to fuck you. All you have to do is get his prick hard again." Then, addressing herself to me, "You shan't have her maidenhead, for I've taken it from both her front and back, but you'll be the first man who has fucked her."
"I am at your orders," I gallantly laughed, "for I see two delicious clefts which it would be heaven to plow." And with this I thrust my thumb into the young girl's ass-hole and my finger into her cunt. "Both of them tempt me equally."
"My dear fellow," Colette intervened, "as you certainly don't have enough appetite for those two delicacies, we shall share them."
"At least," Arlette insisted with an ingenuous air, "Let Monsieur reserve my pussy for himself, because I can't wait to be a complete woman! Besides, Auntie, don't you have a preference for my bottom? So now, how shall we place ourselves?"
The unfortunate thing was that at the moment my cock was no longer hard-and small wonder, either. For a moment I soothed the nervousness of the young girl by alternately teasing her cunt and bottomhole, crouching behind her and rubbing my limp cock against either orifice in the dog-fashion position, while she did the same service to my mistress, Colette. But both of them had to go to work to give me back my vigor. Colette, who know all the artifices, knew one whose effect upon me was immediate. As the young girl rubbed her fingernail over my ass-hole, Colette introduced into my urethra a long silken feather which she twisted about. Under the action of this feathery substance down my inflamed lust-canal, my prick suddenly swelled, while Arlette, on all fours over my face, attacked it with little flicks of her tongue.
"If you want to come as you've never come before," Colette said to me, "fuck the young girl with the feather up your cock."
She penetrated herself with a dildo which had two ends, about the length of two cocks side by side. Arlette then squatted down in reverse over her. The young girl groped between her thighs and seized with her hand that prick-length which was reserved for her, and with a progressive pressure of her bottom-cheeks, sank down and buried it into her behind. When Colette felt the young girl solidly impaled, she drew the young girl back against her breasts and wound her legs around Arlette's, thus presenting to me the exquisite straddling in which was proffered the ash-blonde pussy fur which framed the bright pink lips of that burning young cunt.
"Plant it into her and give it to her good," Colette ordered, "I've put a dildo into her hundreds of times and one much bigger than your cock! Only, give me the pleasure of opening her cunt myself and putting you into her," my beautiful mistress demanded.
Winding her arms around Arlette's hips, Colette's fingers delicately opened the lips of the girl's vulva and yawned open the lovely slit. What a ravishing tableau it was to see this young girl, with her white and pink skin, offering me her treasures, stretched out in the arms of my mistress whose body was to be the altar of sacrifice.
I half-stretched out on her delicately arched belly, my mouth at the height of Arlette's young breasts. I directed my prick to Colette's fingers, which enlarged the soft, moist threshold.
What ecstasies, that touching, that feeling of being caressed by the lubricated vulva, and then to pierce into it and feel the tightening of that narrow canal. I went gently, so that despite that strength of my organ, Arlette would not cry out. But hardly had I began to push in to achieve my penetration when she moaned under the pricking of the sharp sensation.
"I see," Colette laughingly observed, "that the stem of the feather inside your prick is stabbing her. Go ahead, push it in harder!"
With a single hard thrust, I put my organ up to the hilt inside the beautiful young girl. The lovely little mouth uttered a cry of pain that died on her lips as I kissed her passionately.
"Is it done?" Colette demanded. "Is it really done? Are you into her as far as you can go? In that case, let's all go together."
And I saw that she, too, was beginning to fuck her charming niece with the end of the dildo.
Thus, I embraced both bodies, and my loins began to serve them each in turn. Oh, in God's name, what an acutely thrilling copulation this was, so much so that I can't even describe it by half. I had hardly jerked my bottom twice when an indescribable tickling made my prick jerk, contract and throb. In my piston-like movement, the tip of the feather which emerged from my penis, raking along the walls of Arlette's pussy, prolonged its vibrations all along my urethra, in a sensation, sometimes lacerating, sometimes aching, exasperated my rut, made my body shudder, and quickened the lunges of my stabbing tool.
I was strangling and suffocating in a delirious tension, my nails planted into Colette's bottom-cheeks, while she dug her dildo all the harder into Arlette's ass-hole. Arlette, feeling herself thus doubly used, was swooning under the penetration of my prick-thrusts into her cunt, as well as under the uninhibited pillaging of the dildo inside her ass-hole.
Colette's joy and the sharp titillation of my urethral canal, made this coitus for three a veritable fury. My fatigue prolonged the heady moment of climax. With my prick tightly clasped in Arlette's narrow and burning sheath, I fucked violently now, feeling my spasm swelling up from moment to moment. The lovely young girl mingled her groans with the tumultuous ecstasy of Colette.
Her arms around my neck, so that I might inhale the lovesweat from her armpits, biting her own lips under the acuteness of reiterated pleasure, Arlette murmured to me in words that were interspersed with groans and sobs and gasps, all the exaltation of this act.
Whipped by the double desire that was agitating me, I finally felt the welling up of all my spunk. I thrust twice more into that young girl's cunt, and my prick dug into the depths of that slit to yield up all its lava. But, halted by the obstacle of the feather-tip, the flood of sperm which could not spurt out seemed to gather up in my narrow urethral canal so violently that I felt as if my prick were bursting. I shrieked with joy and pain as drop by meager drop, my burning tribute descended into Arlette's cavern of concupiscence.
like a dog who cannot pull away from fucking, and attached to Arlette's cunt by an endless ejaculation that drew my soul from me, I knew the greatest torture of pleasure that I had ever experienced in all my life. As for the darling young girl with whom I believed myself to be the first male, though I might not have had the glory of taking her cherry, she thanked me and showed her gratitude by a thousand little kisses.
-5-
We had just finished dining at the Globe Restaurant in Montparnasse and Colette was talking to me, a cigarette dangling from the end of her tapering fingers.
"When did I begin, you ask? I was only a young thing when, already tasting the pleasures of exhibition, I frigged myself in front of the portraits of ugly ancestors hanging on the walls of the salon. Seated in an armchair, I caressed with a delicate hand my pretty cunt, and I said aloud to the mirror in my hand, 'Is my cunt pretty?' I spread my thighs as much as I could. I saw that I didn't have as much hair there as Mama did. I turned around and, my skirt trussed up, I let my ancestors judge of the juvenile grace of my behind. I bent over, and in the little hole I dug my finger up the hilt, without shame, as if encouraged by the malice of their painted smiles. Do you think I was precocious? It was under the eyes of my grand-aunt Aurora, that I sucked for the first time, squatting between his legs, the prick of my cousin Paul."
"Yes," I interrupted her, "but what about your virginity?"
"It was also under her portrait, which decorates the space between my bed and the wall, that I lost it, the day of my first communion."
"It was a day well chosen," I said cynically.
"Well," Colette continued, "it was after vespers. I'd gone back into my room to enjoy the sensual delight of my long dress, like a bride's. Lifting to my waist the white cloud of silk that enveloped me, I admired in the mirror the charming effect of my calves sheathed in white and the dainty panties with their Irish lace, which my movements caused to shift and cling over my hips and loins, and through my open slit, the light hair which had begun to shadow my pussy. After I had dedicated to Aunt Aurora the first delight I gained from a very practiced finger, I used a candle on the bed. It was a novel idea and it just came to me in a flash. I took the longest wax candle and faced the mirror. Rolled up into a ball, my head back, my bottom up in the air, I dug the tip of the candle into my little cunt. How pretty it was to see myself in that mirror, and the crease of my bottom between the gaps of my panties, under that thread of white muslin, with the enormous phallus planted in the middle of my pink lips which spread apart to hold it. 'See, Aunt Aurora? See,' I cried, 'don't I know how to use it?' I pressed and thrust it in. But the sharp pain of an incision suddenly made me stiffen. Well, I knelt down, the candle between my hands, the point against my little clitoris, and with gentle pressure I began to fuck myself along the slit of my little apricot. I was very wet even at that age. I took the candle out all sticky and creamy and it had a drop of blood on it too!"
She flicked the ashes off her cigarette, then put it to her mouth and exhaled a wreath of blue smoke. "I'll bet you have a hard-on right now, just listening to me," she teased. "Don't you wish you could have played the office of the candle?" She leaned towards me and put her hand on my prick. "Take it out, so I can suck it for you under the table in front of that woman who is looking at us," she proposed.
"You must be out of your mind," I chided.
"Don't be silly, they won't see anything under the tablecloth. Just the trembling of my head, to make them suspect that perhaps-take it out, darling!"
"Are you joking?" I gasped.
To my stupefaction she unbuttoned me, took out my prick, and while she manipulated it through my napkin, said, "My old fellow, you know that I love naughty, filthy things, with all the spice and possible surprise of scandal. Just as when I dine, I love spices-ginger, cayenne pepper-to regale my palate. If I can't amuse myself, life means nothing. I was always like this when I was a girl. I needed rare and unforeseen pleasures. To think of what I didn't use! Pens and feathers of all kinds to tickle my clitoris, even flowers which I stuck into my cunt, the stems of roses with which I tortured my little pussy, toothbrushes to rasp against my cunt. And in my ass-hole, I used everything to give myself an exquisite climax!
She added, as she sipped the last of her drink, "What a pity there are no more fauns and satyrs in the forest! I dream, you see, of unimaginable fantasies! There isn't a single horror that would not tempt me! I could be a sadist overnight if I wished. One day, in front of you, I'm going to make a man come until he has a heart attack!"
"You're babbling," I protested, a little uneasy, because of her erotic volubility that nevertheless, began to arouse my balls and prick from the excitement of all the lascivious images her words had summoned to my mind.
She shrugged her shoulders, lit a little Havana cigarillo, poured herself another glass of chartreuse, and said, as she sent rings of smoke up towards the ceiling from her dilated nostrils, "Why shouldn't I babble? You don't have two cents' worth of imagination. If you don't know how to excite me, I'll drive you away. So give me your cock, so I can suck it."
"Not here."
"Now you're annoying me."
"You mean right here, with that woman staring at us?" Indeed, the cafe was almost empty, and the only person there, opposite our table, was a lovely blonde, elegantly dressed and quite attractive, whom I had noticed all through the meal. She seemed to have been eyeing Colette. And now for a moment, with a smiling boldness, she stared directly at my mistress.
"Oh course," Colette said. "It's just because she's looking at me that it excites me. Didn't you notice that I lifted my skirts for her up to my knees so I could give her a view?"
I lowered my eyes onto her thighs, which the tablecloth hid from me. It was quite true, she had trussed herself up as high as she could.
"Don't you think," Colette observed, "that at this angle she can have a bird's eye view of me, especially since I'm not wearing panties? Of course she sees my pussy! If I tell you that I'm close to coming, feeling her look thrusting at me just like a prick, I'm not joking! I am all wet already. A tongue wouldn't do any better for me. Let me tell you, old fellow, it makes me come just to exhibit myself."
Her gaze suddenly fixed on that of the woman across the way, and she began to wriggle her belly to and fro with an imperceptible gyration of her ass. With interspersed words, her hand slipped into my fly and she began to tickle my cock. "Yes, I love to show my cunt. Sometimes at the Tuileries or sometimes in the Bois de Bologne, to some scamp whom I attracted into some dark corner. Sometimes, stretched out on the bank of the river near Chateau, towards the men in boats who are staring at me. And sometimes-ah, darling," she said as she leaned back a little more, "It's good, you know, to have eyes tickling me, to have them making my pussy get wet as if they were all pricks!".
She convulsively squeezed my prick and uttered a long sigh: "Oh, I'm coming . ... how many times it's been like this ... now, it's getting closer-ahh!"
Her tightened hand began to shake my prick furiously, and I saw Colette's eyes roll and then she stammered between clenched teeth, "There it is ... yes, there it is, darling ... I'm coming ... I'm coming ... it's she, it's she, frigging my pussy with her look ... oh, how I love her for that ... give me your cock, give me your cock! I want to make you come too!"
Already she had again taken out my prick and was manipulating it for me in her dainty hand, without hiding from anyone at all exactly what she was doing. Quite the contrary, turned three-quarters of the way towards that lovely woman at the other table, leaning with her left arm around my shoulder, she underlined lasciviously as she stared at the lovely blonde, the lubricity of her maneuver. With a most tranquil calm that beautiful blonde enjoyed our little scene, whose meaning certainly did not escape her. Obviously with the design of showing us that she would like to be a third party to the affair, she lifted the front of her lace dress and, crossing her legs, let us perceive the dark angle against the hem of her pink silk panties.
"I'll bet she's giving you a real hard-on, you dirty dog," Colette teased me as she redoubled the energetic caressing of her hand, whipped on by such provocative display. "Go ahead, come and pretend that you're inside her cunt, that whore!"
My eye was on those lovely calves of the woman across from us, while my senses were in captivity at Colette's sweet hand. "My God," I moaned, "it's going to spurt-Colette, look out for my spunk!"
Then, casting aside all modesty, she bent her head, seized my prick in her mouth and gave me a last few vigorous sucks. I released that wave of spunk in a sudden explosion to the very back of her throat. When she straightened, her tongue still licking the corners of her lips, she made a wry little face at our charming witness, a face which was as explicit a proposal as could be communicated without words. The young woman gracefully agreed to it. She came to our table. And after a few banal phrases, we made her acquaintance.
Svelte, with something deliciously and devilishly exciting in her young manish figure that was further emphasized by the light down on her upper lip, our partner showed herself to be something of a prostitute, but of a very high order. We took just enough time to empty a bottle of champagne, and then we drove with her to a bordello that happened to be one of the many my mistress had frequented.
In the car where Gaby-that was her name-was seated between us, we excited ourselves by putting our hand under her skirt and fondling her legs, though she very modestly placed her hands against her crotch to prevent our too ardent advances. Titillated by this modest resistance, which is not usual in prostitutes, I can assure you, Colette and I were both wildly excited by the time we arrived at the house.
Such a lascivious passion had taken hold of my mistress that, as soon as we were locked up in a room, without even taking time to take off her gloves and little toque hat, she flung herself across the bed and trussed up her cherry-colored satin dress, calling, "Come on, Gaby, give it to my cunt and ass-hole, start that way. My pussy is on fire, you've tickled me so much by looking at us from your table. But let me see if your tongue is as skillful as your eyes!"
Still with her hat on and wearing her white gloves, Gaby bent her graceful neck between those lovely naked thighs, while I stood and watched for a moment that charming face which thrust out its pink tongue and made Colette's pussy tingle with delight, while my mistress moaned with voluptuous pleasure. Colette raised her pelvis from the bed to press her cunt more firmly against the flitting tongue of Gaby. Colette then began to gyrate wildly as Gaby fucked her with her darting tongue. Exacerbated by that lascivious bottom that Gaby thrust up to me, I knelt behind her and trussed up her skirt to the waist. Her very handsomely curved legs, sheathed in pink stockings, rose to a firm, if somewhat meager, bottom-like that of a young Greek. Her bottom was sheathed in a kind of silk covering that was like drawers, covering the tops of her thighs. The singularity of those panties gave me a mad lust for her ass, and between her firm cheeks, I began to tickle that sensitive cleft. But in vain I sought to find a passageway between those buttocks, for the beauty held herself obstinately closed to me, with a persistence I could not take for modesty, since she abandoned her bottom so completely to my caresses.
I thought to myself that she must be a sodomist.
But that didn't terrify me. I finally spread apart those cheeks, and I saw that the dainty little ass-hole was decorated in a way that prove to me her penchant for Greek love. There were blonde hairs around her ass-hole, and the dark tint of mascara accentuated the shadows of that dainty crevice which a skillful pencil had vigorously carmined to give it the aspect of a lovely little cunt.
In all my life, I had never seen so provocative a bottom. The strong odor of musk, which had seized my nostrils the moment I had put my head under her skirt, gave me the most violent excitement. I was already in rut, and my prick was hard enough to fuck a thousand prostitutes, when just at that moment Colette began to come under the tongue which was working inside her pussy.
"Now, all naked," she moaned, "and let's have a game for three."
She took off her gloves, slipped off her dress, and in a twinkling of an eye she and I were naked. But Gaby, with futile pretext, pretended not to want to undress. We didn't force her. My Lord, her appearance of a lovely young man, a travesty which the pains she had taken with her ass-hole even more strongly confirmed, incited me to possess her while she was still clothed.
"You can only be more tempting in your silks and laces, to me," I said, "And I should like to fuck you."
But again Gaby raised objections.
"Fucking is very common," she declared with an assured tone. "My vice is that of Sodom. Don't you like it?"
"Don't let that hold you back," Colette smilingly agreed, "My friend will take you in the behind while my tongue gives your cunt back all the delicacies you have just given mine."
"You will have a few surprises," said the young woman, defending herself with little laughs against the audacious attack of our hands over her pussy.
"Oh, something is pricking me," I said, "Let's see."
But Gaby pretended to be shy and clutched her skirt all the more protectively. Intrigued by this inexplicable resistance, we soon decided to find out about this mystery. I immobilized her in my arms, Colette trussed her up high on her thighs, and put her hand against that triangle, then said with a cry of stupefaction: "But she hasn't got a cunt, my friend!"
I bent my head to see closely, and while Gaby laughed at the top of her voice, Colette and I observed that under her perineum there was a kind of little empty purse which hung between two long vice-like fronds of flesh.
"Why, she's a hermaphrodite!" Colette cried.
"Isn't it funny?" Gaby giggled.
Since she had nothing more to hide, she showed us with secret pride the shape of her legs, and then in the opening of the sheath which covered her from thighs to waist, her apparently woman-like beauty. I felt her over, in my turn, with the keenest curiosity.
"But the hole, Miss? You must have a hole to piss, at least?"
With child-like gesture, Gaby lowered her dress, pirouetted, and springing on the bed said, "Come Colette, you'll have a surprise again!"
Stretched out on her back, skirt in the air, her legs folded back, she extended her arms and said "Get over me, dear friend, in the position of sixty-nine."
Colette bounced to her like a mad goat, clutched Gaby's shoulders and plunged her head between Gaby's thighs. I leaned over to see.
"Well, where's the hole?" Colette said impatiently rubbing her nose against the opening of that sheath. "Show us your hole. All I see are these bits of flesh."
Then Gaby took off her rubber belt, behind which was secretly hidden a rather short but robust and well formed prick. I was stupefied. But already, uttering the cry of an animal in heat, my mistress had taken that machine between her fingers and, stirred as she was by the unexpected virility of that body which seemed so feminine, applied her tongue to it the same delectation that she would have put to any male prick.
Her tongue flecked and darted, slipping down the shaft, titillating the tip, her lips, rubbing against the golden hairs, doing a thousand and one little capers, plunging between the thighs to suck beneath the flesh hidden between Gaby's thighs. Then all of a sudden, she swallowed up the prick gluttonously and began to suck it madly.
I was angry enough to beat her, if the attraction of this feminine travesty hadn't held me under the illusion that, in the lasciviousness of the posture and the mirage of that flood of lace in which Gaby was enveloped, I witnessed no more than the passionate coupling of two women.
Shuddering at the spectacle, I flung myself on Colette's buttocks, which Gaby had drawn back against her mouth. I planted my prick with a rude thrust of my loins, and the violent shock made my mistress straighten up on her knees, with her habitual meowing of a cat in heat. But I bent her forward, and stretched her flat on her belly over the body of our partner. In the spreading of her thighs with which she crushed Gaby's face, I fucked her with all my might, while laying over her buttocks. Then, as ecstasy approached, I seized Gaby's prick when I saw it stiffen with lust, and with a few vigorous rimmings of my circling fingers, I made Gaby's spurt out on the face of my mistress just as mine ejaculated into her cunt.
But this little game only put us in the mood to enjoy Gaby's body and to share the voluptuousness of the double appearance.
The dress, the flounces of her lingerie, that corset which was made like a split pair of drawers were extremely piquant and troubling. I promised myself to use her as a girl, and Colette would use her as male.
We took a little respite, which gave us the signal for a new bout of fuckery. Gaby first began to kiss
Colette's body passionately all over, while Colette was stretched on a pile of gold and lace cushions. Gaby attacked the hidden recesses of Colette's armpits, her ass-hole and between her buttocks, ran her fingers over the ass-hole and cunt of my mistress, while sucking the tips of her nipples. Then kneeling in a reverse position above her head, he-for I daresay I must call Gaby "he" now-pressed his prick into Colette's mouth.
"Yes, give it to me," exulted my beloved passionate mistress, "give it to me so I can put it in shape to fuck me!"
I had only time to utter an oath of jealousy when Gaby, straightening up on his knees, offered his mouth to my prick. "Come," he said, "Let me do as much to you before you bugger me."
I took between my hand the lovely head of the effeminate young man, and plunged my prick between the lips he offered me. I mouth-fucked him for a good moment to taste the sweet rasping pressures. He felt me at that peak, he released my cock and said, "And now, together, the cunt and the ass-hole."
With a rapid about turn, his skirts about his waist, he was between my mistress's thighs without asking permission of me. He passed a cushion under her bottom, folded her legs back against her shoulders so that her bottom-cheeks were upturned. Colette wound her feet around his nape and he, now on his knees, taking her by her buttocks, pressed his prick straight inside. A groan of happiness broke the silence, and I saw the ecstatic face of my mistress.
"My God, " I protested, "he's really fucking you!"
"You can say that again," Colette giggled, her arms around the neck of her strange lover, rubbing her belly vigorously to meet the thrusts of his cock.
Well, Monsieur," Gaby said, "wouldn't you be better in my ass-hole than weeping over spilled milk? Get on me before the ride is over!"
And she-for now Gaby played the role of the female-lowering her bosom and thrusting out her buttocks, she awaited my sally. In front of such a graceful welcome and seductive smile, seeing the perfumed lingerie and that exciting hole which I knew to be behind the panty-sheath, I had evoked in me the image of superb feminine sexuality. I opened the furrow of Gaby's bottom. The purple lozenge distended under the pressure of my fingers, and I buried myself forward. But my prick dropped out. Very delicately, Gaby took it between two fingers and applied it to her ass-hole.
"Push," she said, "and there you are ... a little more ... yes, yes, now I have all of you. Go on, my dear fellow, fill my bowels for me while I do as much for your sweet friend's nice cunt. It's fair exchange, you know!"
Was it the illusion of the rouge around that ass-hole, or was this part of the effect of Gaby's profession? In all my life I had never taken such pleasure in journeying down the road of Sodom. Never had I found such an ass-hole which responded with the most delicious contractions to the spasmodic reactions of my prick. I would have given ten cunts for that ass-hole there, it made me enjoy lust so greatly!
In this double action-or rather triple-Gaby forced my mistress (whose moans and sobs of ecstasy I heard constantly) with his prick, while his ass came and went, like a supple eel, and it did all the office of an orifice that a man desires, sucking my cock, frigging it, engulfing it, and giving it the sweet joy of friction-all in this one buggering action. Immobilized on my knees, my hands clamped to Gaby's hips, my eyes glazed and fixed on that luscious bottom under its frou-frou of laces, I cast all else out of my mind except my pleasure. But when I felt the walls of Gaby's ass-hole clench against my prick, I seized her by the tops of her thighs, and fucked with such a vigor that she cried out in pleasure when I finally bubbled my come into her bowels.
Then, falling on Colette who for the second or third time was coming, Gaby began to fuck her furiously and this time released all his own semen.
Entwined in arms and legs, in the intoxication of a transport which made her suffocate, wriggling her loins and agitating her belly, Colette moaned, "In the ass, now ... bugger me darling, please fuck me in the ass, please!"
Already she had turned around in dog-fashion pose, her thighs straddled, her vulva offering of her ecstatic and amorous bottom. Out of my intoxication, out of anger, I spanked her furiously. And I gave the man-woman Gaby a banknote and sent him off.
Then, to satisfy Colette, I took her to another bordello, where for an hour she got it in the behind-but not from me. I hired two women who were armed with a solid dildo to give her all she wanted of buggering. Stretched out at her side, I sucked a ravishing young girl from Tahiti who, to finish me off, seated before me in Turkish fashion, fucked me with her right foot with feline suppleness to which my spunk gave forth all homage.
-6-
This seeking for spectacles in public was certainly the most extravagant mania of all Colette's whims. Colette envies dogs because they fuck on the street, and she stops to watch them, shamelessly, with such an amused curiosity that people stand around her and watch her in turn. To provoke people who are watching, to give herself up to them in the spectacle of her joy or her debauchery, is a treat for her, especially when I am there, or when her husband is there. There is no equal to her pleasure in being watched by her friends when she gives herself to me to be fucked or buggered or sucked, or while she fucks herself with her pretty hand, or wields her own dildo.
Her boudoir is the scene where, each evening, behind wispy curtains of muslins and under full light, she offers herself to anyone who wishes to watch in all the provocation of her dishabille, and then in her nakedness she permits all liberties. One by one, she takes off all her clothes, with indecent gestures which uncover in turn the lovely hiding places of her perfect body. Then, sparing nothing, squatting down on the bidet, she proceeds with the intimate needs of her person. Her thighs straddled over the porcelain bowl, showing both her ass-hole and her cunt, she gives a tranquil performance for any lorgnettes trained upon her.
Besides that, one can see or at least suspect the stealthy movements of her hand under her bottom and the gentle manner in which she plunges the end of a long red rubber tube into her dainty anus. She puts into the act all the naturalness and simplicity of a woman who is both distracted and trusting, which of course stimulates the excitement of the voyeurs. Then, with the same impudent lack of concern, standing before her mirror which is opposite the window, she wipes herself off while arching out her bottom, puts rice powder on the amber crease and between her thighs, and combs and brushes, with the minute and jealous care of a narcissist, her beautiful golden cunt fleece.
"Just the same, Colette," I observed one evening, "It's such a public display!"
"But I don't give a damn about other people! All they have to do is look. I don't care if they have spyglasses trained on me!"
Bending over, stark naked except for her lovely blue silk stockings and high-heeled mules, she put her bottom out towards the window, "And then," she added after wriggling herself lasciviously, and then straddling over the bidet, "you'll see that I don't give a shit for them! Approach, my little rabbit, so I can suck your cock while I frig my cunt with my douche syringe."
I had to give in to her fantasy, under the eyes that must have been trained on us through our open window from the building across the way-and I am certain there must have been quite a number looking. Standing between Colette's legs while she engineered her douche, I proffered to her the swollen edifice of my prick, and her artful mouth performed one of the most delicious Frenchings I have ever had. In spite of myself, I enjoyed the idea of other eyes in the night focused on our pleasures.
One afternoon I came to her place and I asked the maid if she were at home.
"Yes," the maid said, "but she's occupied.
Madame is frigging herself on the balcony, it's her day for that!"
Good God, I told myself, this was the final straw!
I approached the door of the boudoir and through the windowpane I saw, indeed, on a large and low cushion, in front of the window, her legs up in the air, her feet boldly posed upon the railing, my mistress who, a book in her hand, abandoned herself in that obscene pose to the caresses of the sun!
I entered noiselessly, and standing a little behind, without her suspecting my presence, so absorbed was she in her occupation, I could follow the entire scene. Her dress up to her knees, in this pose which placed her feet higher than her head, she exposed the insides of her thighs and all the intimate niches which the sun's rays lit up. While pretending to read, she yawned apart her legs, her mules dropped down, and she exposed every treasure of her being.
A mirror, which the sly trollop had balanced against the balcony so that she herself could see her own positioning, reflected for me in turn the piquant effect of this exhibition which so excited her. In the pink and white vapor of her exquisite lingerie, a coquettish pair of panties trimmed with Valenciennes lace opened widely, revealing the flash of blonde flesh. Under the probing rays of the sun, her exquisite cunt brightened with its ruby mouth the somber valley between the buttocks which were arched up and forward.
It was enough to give me a hard-on, and I was torn with sexual fury and jealousy to think that Colette would expose herself thus. At that moment, lowering her buttocks, she looked into the mirror and smiled, thus directing my eyes toward the window on the other side of the street. Hidden behind the curtain, a young man, a lorgnette in his hand, was getting an eyeful.
"Sorry to disturb you, Colette," I said wittily. "Ah, there you are! What a fine time to come," she said without moving. "Watch me do it, it'll amuse you. Look at the little neighbor we have across the way."
And with as much impudence as bravado, she put her right hand to her pussy and began to frig it.
At the same moment, I saw the young man half-seat himself on the arm of the chair, and a pretty little brunette, moving out of the shadows beyond the curtain where she had hidden herself, knelt down between the young man's legs to take his cock in her hand.
"Isn't that darling, at that age," Colette sighed, as she put her own lorgnette to her eyes. "What a thrill I got when that young man was looking at me!"
"And what about me?" I asked, for I was as stiff as a mule in rut.
"Jack yourself off if you wish, but let me have my own come!" she ordered me.
"Would Monsieur care to accept my services?" a charming voice that I believed I could recognize said behind me.
I whirled around: It was lovely Arlette, whom curiosity had made enter on tiptoe.
"Would I accept, my darling!" I cried, putting my hand at once against her pussy.
"Will you allow it, Auntie?" said the charming child as she was unbuttoning me and drawing out my swollen prick.
In a few moments, she had opened her skirts for me, lowered her little Milanese silk panties, and bent over so that her bottom was hoisted over the edge of the couch, towards the angle of the window. One knee between her legs, I thrust my prick forward, and gave her three vigorous thrusts deep into her narrow and warm cunt. I almost lifted her from her place, so vigorously did I penetrate her. We went to it so quickly that we caught up with Colette, who had received her pleasure from that of the young man across the way. When she saw his prick jerk and spurt under the mouth of his young Frencher, she rose shudderingly, leaned over the balcony and sticking her bottom out, called to me, "Your prick, your prick, darling!"
It was all I could do to pull out of Arlette, for I was very nearly at the point. I approached my mistress and, cock in hand, thrust it underneath her buttocks, to the very depths of her cunt. Brought to fever pitch by the tonguings which her lovely niece had given both my cock and ass-hole while she fondled my balls. I savored the pleasure of fucking a woman under the eyes of passers-by.
But as I was coming, Colette, suddenly possessed by a facetious idea, with a twist of her loins unsheathed my prick from its sweet sojourning, and receiving in her hand my spunk, flung it into empty space. I could see it disappear right on top of a bouquet which an old gentleman was carrying down below, probably going to pay court on some elderly widow.
From that day forth, delighted with the pleasure she had seen me take in her exhibitionism, there was no place she did not take me to vary the menu. The first fantasy in that category was that of being in a taxi. Colette suddenly hailed a driver, gave an address, pushed me into the car, and out we set. Without the slightest concern for prudence, without even lowering the curtain, and at the risk of having us both arrested and taken to jail, she flung herself on me and imposed her caprice of the moment.
Sometimes she knelt down and sucked my prick; sometimes it was a reciprocal frigging; sometimes I had to bugger her, and there was no acrobatic pose she did not attempt. like a man, or seated astride my knees, was much too simple for her. She loved to be taken in the pose we call "en levrette," on a corner of a table, or on the edge of the bed with both legs high in the air, or in lazy fashion, one of her thighs folded back against her shoulder and the foot against my neck. I've even fucked her in a frog position, her arms on the floor, her head below, her legs widely straddled to open to my cock.
If we went to the theatre it was only to change the scene of the delight that Colette enjoyed in making a public spectacle of the hall; we sacrificed to Venus. One Friday, at the Opera-Comique, Colette wore a sumptuous mantle of ermine under which she was naked apart from her garters which held up her silk hose. As soon as she had closed the door on our box, she slipped off her fur and to my surprise appeared in only her stockings, held up by black velvet ribbons and four gold tabs in which were set little precious gems.
She turned around twice as if to convince me of the reality of her audacity, and then seating herself, put one of her feet on the edge of the box, and her lovely cunt-fig thus exposed offered herself to my caresses. I knelt down. Never had she seemed so desirable as in the dimness of this theatre, which bathed her with nuances of shadowings. Her maid had put rouge on her nipples and over the rims of her vulva.
I tongued her with all the fury of a desire which was roused by our insolent defiance of convention as well as by the knowledge of the danger that we ran in such a public display. Under my tongue, Colette described her pleasure and her wish for scandal.
"Aren't they stupid cunts, those women down there?" she protested, almost in a loud voice, her leg wrapped around my neck, and her pussyfur rubbing my face as her belly jerked hither and yon in the convulsions of pleasure. "Aren't they cunts? And yet I'm sure that all of them know that you're giving it to me. They can even see through the grill of the box that I'm bare. Well, if they don't want to play the game with us, I don't give a shit for them-oh, now, now," she called out, suddenly convulsing. "Oh yes, it's getting close ... it's getting close ... I'm coming ... oh go on, go on, suck my cunt, kill me with it!"
Then I took her in my arms and laid her down across a low armchair at the back of the box. I lifted up her quivering legs, and I pointed my prick against those twitching petals tinged with rouge. This position tightened her cunt, and added a certain exquisite resistance to the way her pussy grudgingly accepted my ramrod. I gave her a veritable assault, and I knew delicacies equal to those of taking a virgin's maidenhead.
We were going to go when there was a knock on the door. It turned out to be a beautiful brunette with whom Colette, at the beginning of the evening, had exchanged amorous signs. After both women had tenderly kissed each other, Colette presented the woman to me under the name of Alice, adding: "She's often my little man at times, for there is no lovelier clitoris in all Paris. Show it to him, darling!".
And without Alice's becoming offended, Colette trussed up her dress, made me kneel down and put into my mouth a little stiffened tip of pussy-flesh half the size of a little finger. In ten seconds I made it as hard as a tiny prick. Alice groaned, pushed me away, shoved Colette onto a chair, opened her thighs, and then fucked her as if she were a man!
"Do you share, sir, my taste for sandwiches?" Alice said to me as she arched up her bottom to me.
I did, and I proved it to her vigorously ...
But the greatest thrill that Colette had was to truss herself up in public, insolently, in a kind of mad bravado equaled only by the charming insouciance that she lent this gesture. Her devotion to this vice, understandably, made her seek out places where there would be crowds around, in the lines outside the theatre, at some parade, in every circumstance of public meetings. The more the merrier, as she was always wont to say.
Mingling in the crowd, with perspicacious gaze, she finally found herself a prey who seemed easy to her, and approached. The whim of her caprice sometimes cast her gaze on a man, sometimes on a woman. Then, skirts lifted in front over her usually bare thighs, she gave herself up, under the mask of a previous familiarity, to the sensations of obscene grazings and touchings of her pussy. Then a moment or two of some sly and naughty touching of the crotch of the partner whom she had selected, and I would see her hand slip under a dress or into a trouser fly and move about imperceptibly at a task which I could well guess. Covering herself with my body, Colette brought to her manipulations a skillfulness which concealed her activity from her neighbors. And she whispered in my ear: "Well, who would say that I was frigging someone?"
I had to play the role she forced me to, but I profited a little later. When she finished her naughtiness, her fingers full of spunk or of girl-cream, she disappeared discreetly, leaving to his or her surprise the happy victim of her erotic enterprise. Then she got out of the crowd and, drawing me into an alleyway, chose a dark spot and begged me to fuck her, using the most obscene words.
Sometimes, with her back against the wall and her legs straddled, I fucked her in front with a rapid rubbing of my prick whose spunk trickled down on her upper thighs. Sometimes, in the same position, one of her legs folded up and held by my arm, I penetrated her with all my length and vigor. Two thrusts like that, and I filled her full. On other occasions, seizing my prick with her hands, she jacked me off and my spunk shot down the alley.
If the place offered more risks because of the frequency of passers-by, Colette bent over as if to tie her shoelaces. I posted myself behind her bottom, discreetly trussed up her skirts. Leaning over her back as if by chance I found myself behind her, as soon as I heard someone come, I moved off to one side and pretended to be helping her. When the passer-by went on, I went back to my position and thrust my prick back into her cunt. I lost no time, I can assure you; in half a dozen or even fewer thrusts, I finished my business, and I left plenty of evidence inside her dripping cunt. Evidence could fall where it would, on her thighs or on the ground!
Oh, the delight of those impromptu joys; I knew the placidity of a dog who mounts his bitch, and with as little concern for anyone who saw!
Colette would lower her dress with a mechanical gesture of her hand, and we would go off as if nothing had happened.
"Pig," she would say to me after a few paces, "you filled my ass full, and it's going to stick between my buttocks!"
If this annoyed her too much, she stopped under another door, turned around in the enclosure, and with the indifference of a woman who is repairing her toilette, drew off her panties, wiped her thighs and tossed her panties into some obscure corner.
It became a monomania that made her feel exaltation in this passion for exhibiting herself, giving herself to any comer, and leaving the traces of her turpitude everywhere with the secret thought that others would come and excite themselves over them.
And she would tell me, "You see, my old fellow, drippings like that aren't lost to the world. It delights me to think that with those panties I wore, on which I wiped off my cream and your spunk, others will perhaps jack themselves off while they inhale our odor!"
On one particular Sunday afternoon, an as yet unknown surprise was reserved for me. I had lunched with Colette and a charming young woman, whom a female pimp had procured for her, the same pimp who usually found Colette her green fruit. She had guaranteed her virginity. The innocent face and the timidity of her manner didn't belie that avowal. She was the daughter of an expatriated Russian, who had fallen into poverty and had found no other way to making money than to sell her daughter. She had decked the girl out from head to foot for the price which Colette had paid.
As dessert, Colette served on the couch this ravishing little quail for me. I mean that Colette, with her own hands, helped the double defloration whose tasty feast she offered me.
At first she took a few liberties with Nadia's bottom-cheeks (that was the name of the young virgin). She laid her across her knees, turned up her little embroidered petticoat, opened her panties, and tickled the dainty furrow of that very white plump bottom.
This young girl, who was about to be initiated, knew nothing about what was going to happened to her, and lent herself with good will to the investigating fingers, whose thousand and one ticklings made her purr and coo.
"Well, you love that, do you?" Colette smiled as she alternately tickled the girl's ass-hole and the little rosy apricot which I saw gape at the bottom of those charming bottom-cheeks.
"Well, I don't detest it," the girl said, suddenly blushing.
Excited by this game, Colette pulled the girl's panties down to her heels, and then began to spank those lovely bottom-cheeks. Under the keen vigor of the spanking, the charming girl twisted frantically and kicked her legs in a manner that gave me a hard-on when I saw the indecency of the way she had been trussed up and prepared for this voluptuous chastisement. I really had a tremendous hard-on, and I will also admit that the groans of the girl stirred a voluptuous echo in me.
When Colette had inflamed herself and was out of breath from the hail of spanks on her young flesh, she lay back down on the divan on which she had seated herself, her legs squarely spread and said, "Come girl, do minette to me."
"What is that?" the girl ingenuously demanded.
"What? You don't know? Climb over me ... no, not in that sense, but put yourself astride my shoulders. There, your belly over my face, your head between my thighs, put you mouth right over my little hairs ... do you see the little slit of the cunt? Open it, put your tongue in it, lick me all around the inside."
At the same time, Colette glued her lips to the golden blonde fur of the virginal pussy which was balanced over her face. I had removed my trousers and watched for a moment while the darling child had her first taste of the caresses of Lesbos. Her head amid her hostess's lingerie, her arms around Colette's thighs, her mouth at Colette's clitoris, she seemed to act with natural grace, while she squirmed and wriggled sensuously as Colette's tongue darted to and fro in her virgin jewel.
"Well," Colette cried to me, "what's keeping you from sticking your prick in? Don't you see that she wants it? Fuck her then! Wait until I open her up for you, darling. Now then, Nadia, arch yourself up a little, dear."
The girl raised her ass, and I knelt behind her. With her own fingers, Colette, from under the bottomcheeks that loomed over her face, opened the rims of the vulva and, taking my cock by the tip, she herself pointed it towards the coral cunny.
Then she cried: "Go to it!"
I gave a thrust, there was a shrill cry. The lips of the young girl's pussy stretched under my effort. My thick heavy cock banged up against the entry. A second thrust, a more strident cry, and half my prick was inserted inside her cavern.
"Thrust, thrust," Colette urged me.
I drew back, then I lunged forward.
"Aiii! Aiii!! " the girl cried, arching and squirming under the pain.
"Go on, you're almost in," Colette urged me.
Indeed, my prick had broken through the hymen. I felt a little semen flow from me, which lubricated the way, and, clamping my hands at the girl's hips, I harpooned her solidly and plunged in with little thrusts until I was in to my balls. Never before have I had such delight, and I could not even hear Nadia's groans.
"Another thrust," said Colette who could see all.
I drew the lovely young reddened ass towards me and, drawing my prick back along the threshold which I had deflowered, with a single massive stroke I plunged in to the balls again. I swear I almost heard the tender membrane crack! A long groan tore from
Nadia's mouth. But it was silenced under the caresses Colette had begun to give her by tickling her clitoris with her tongue, and in the ardor that flung her back between the thighs of her initiatress.
Then, erect on my knees, in the parting of Nadia's legs, my balls bumping against my mistress's face, I fucked. My prick was clutched by that narrow hot sheath, and I had the exquisite sensation of pulling the entire vulva along with me, scraping the bottom and the sides of her tasty cunt.
Under my thrust I felt her sob and groan and then suddenly cry out in a different tone, at the same moment that Colette, uttering her own cry of joy, crushed Nadia's face within the vise of her thighs. Then, delivering myself up to my spasm, I made two or three more thrusts, and discharged into the lovely young girl's cunt all the bubbling jism I possessed. Drawing myself back on my knees, clinging to her bottom, I savored the spasmodic contractions with which her cuntwalls squeezed the head of my prick.
At last I removed my weapon, and I could see that in Colette's mouth, just under Nadia's pussy, some of my spermatic liqueur had fallen, and that Colette's tongue was lapping it up.
Colette took Nadia to the bidet, and bathed and soothed Nadia's ravaged flesh, gave the young girl a goblet of champagne, then stripped her naked. Colette and I passed an hour, perhaps more, inducting the young girl into the world of voluptuous delights. We ran our hands over her firm breasts. Colette sucked and nibbled the budding nipples of the girl as I tasted her fresh little cunt. It was obvious that the girl was a natural seductress, as she moved her narrow pelvis in mad gyrations and reached out to our bodies to return the caresses.
I no longer remember all the tricks we tried and were incited in us by the gentle passiveness of Nadia. Her innocence lent itself complacently to the initial sensations of pleasure. Colette sucked her, fingered her ass-hole; then, getting astride Nadia's body in reverse, rubbed her clitoris against the dainty nipple of Nadia's breast. As for myself, to get myself back into form, I rubbed my prick all over her lovely young body. The little girl made me appreciate the delicacy of her palm in frigging, the agility of her tongue in rubbing my prick, and the aptitude of her lips in sucking it.
Stretched out on the sofa, her lovely molded arm extended above her head, Nadia offered me the soft, golden flesh of her armpit where I rubbed my prick. Then with her own hands, she clutched her darling breasts and made a kind of scabbard of the valley between them in which my prick rubbed back and forth. My prick tasted the sweet unctuous niche of her navel, as well as the soft silk of her pussy-hairs, and achieved its restoration in the wet and quivering mouth of her delicious cunt.
"Now you are deflowered on one side," Colette told Nadia, "Now the other hole."
"Which one?" the ingenue demanded.
"The one of your lovely behind, darling. Come here, my girl."
"What?" Nadia said with surprise. "But it won't ever go in there!"
I reassured her. "Come her, my dove," I said, my cock in hand, "that bit of flesh is very supple. Turn around, and let me prove it to you."
Standing in the middle of the room, Nadia, clad only in her polished pumps and pink stockings circled by blue garters, showing in the mirror the grace of her nakedness, presented to me the delicate profile of her young bottom. I was seated on the arm of a chair. Colette pushed her backwards to me, bent her over, took the girl's curly head between her thighs, and bending over her spine, opened up the girl's bottom cheeks, dabbing a bit of Vaseline along the furrow and the ass-hole. Then with her forefinger, she drew on the edges of that dainty cleft to accentuate her orifice. The head of my prick was three times greater in diameter, but I seized the girl, eyed the target of her ass-hole and pushed forcibly. Nadia's buttocks contracted, tried to jerk away, and my prick would not go in.
"Aren't you going to hurt me?" the young girl asked uneasily.
"Go on," Colette whispered to me.
I returned to the charge while Colette used two fingers to distend the ass-hole into an oval, and I thrust with an impetuous shock; but again, my prick flinched and I could go no farther.
"There's no hole," I cried, "damnation, I'll fuck her again."
"Oh, no, oh no," Colette protested, "I want you to bugger her. You've never had the pleasure of such a darling bottom, but you shall have it now!"
Then she thrust her two forefingers into that dainty rose aperture and made me a sort of funnel into which I pressed my prick. Heedless to Nadia's cries, I pushed so vigorously and so hard that my prick finally stretched forward and at last penetrated the virgin sphincter ring. Colette drew out her fingers, I gave another thrust, which was accompanied by Nadia's plaintive groan, and I lodged myself nearly half way.
But it would have been to defy nature to think of thrusting deeper with a prick which was as thick as it was conical. And all my squirmings did not advance me a single inch.
"Push on, push on," Colette sadistically declared, pressing her fingers on my prick. "Come on, you don't want to go off right at the door? Fuck her until her ass reaches your hairs."
But Nadia's sphincter, distended enough to break, would not yield, and the young girl wailed with pain, crying out that she was being torn to pieces.
"Do you want me to rip her bottom apart?" I asked Colette.
Besides, in the constraint of the terribly tight walls of the lobby of her ass-hole, I already felt that I could come.
"Aiii! Aiii! Enough! Enough!" Nadia groaned as she wriggled her bottom and struggled between Colette's thighs. I tried in vain to plunge in more deeply. She uttered such a shriek when my entire prick thrust into her entrails that I was afraid I had split her to pieces. Then I began to fuck at once, with little digs, while Colette, digging her fingernails into those lovely bottom-cheeks I was sodomizing under her very eyes, rubbed her pussy on the nape of the girl's neck. Colette and I met face to face and began to passionately kiss, our tongues invading each others hot mouths.
"Enjoy, darling, enjoy," she told Nadia, between her own cries of voluptuous pleasure.
With one hand fast under the girl's thighs, she frigged Nadia's clitoris in a way that soon made the young Russian beauty delirious. Ecstasy did not take long to overwhelm all of us, and in the violence of our orgasms, Nadia lost her balance under Colette's weight and all three of us fell on our knees, at the second when my spunk burst forth. It spread out in wide stains over the young girl's calves because the contraction of Nadia's swollen ass-hole had expelled my prick.
"Oh, you pig, her stockings, her nice silk stockings," Colette exulted, planting her mouth avidly to lap up my jism. "Isn't that filthy, all that dirty spunk on those nice new pink stockings!"
And while I offered my prick to Nadia's lips and let her drain the last drops of my sperm with her lips and tongue, Colette's tongue consoled the wounded, darling little ass-hole.
When we had left Nadia at her door, Colette gave her chauffeur the order to drive us to Chatou.
"My dear fellow," she said to me, "that little bitch has stirred me so that I can't contain myself. I must come, I must have pleasure!"
"Again? But you've just had it."
"Yes, but I want to come outdoors, on the grass, in the twilight, with eyes on my thighs. Oh, you don't know that pleasure. While people on the river or on the hill are watching my cunt, that's the way I want to come!"
"What a fantasy, on sausage skins and weeds, when we are so comfortable here in the apartment," I laughed.
"You are a Philistine," Colette replied, "you don't know the refinements. I tell you that you shall fuck me out on the riverboat, and I shall let anyone who wants to see my ass."
The car stopped near a deserted place shadowed with hedges and oak trees. It was several yards from the River Seine.
"Good," I said as I squatted down on the grass, "shall we fuck here?"
"Not until I've shown my ass to all these amateurs in their canoes," she replied.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I won't give a damn."
"I tell you that all of them are voyeurs! You've only to watch them as they put their paddles in slowly. And don't you see all these white gleaming things there on those boats that go by? Don't you think that there are girls who are offering up their bottoms?"
"So what?" I said cynically. "So why would you want to be just another one of those girls who shows off her bottom?"
"Because it makes me come! Come on now, it's not the first time I've come here. I've already made little trips, only to feel the looks of those filthy bastards who get a hard-on by looking at my lingerie and at my backside. I have put on special petticoats and lace-trimmed panties for this."
And, suiting the gesture to the word, Colette boldly brought up her heels against her buttocks and let her skirts make a funnel around her knees.
I flattened myself before her at her feet. Amid a corona of lace from which one could see the shapely calves in their mauve stockings, her thighs lifted and widely spread. Under the yawning slit on her panties I could behold the shadowy groove of her ass-hole furrow, and then the tufts which hid her cunt.
Oh, what a warm odor from those lovely skirts. It had made me stiff already. I stretched out my neck, and I placed my mouth on Colette's pussy. She squirmed and giggled at my touch, but without leaving her seated pose, lifting herself a little on her arms and heels, she arched her pussy forward.
"You filthy bastard, so you get excited too? Go ahead, lick my cunt, since you like it to be wet."
I had hardly thrust my tongue a few times into her delicious snatch when she repulsed me. "Look out, someone's coming!"
Hidden behind a tree, I saw indeed, a young man in a canoe paddle towards us, taking the current, and then float gently along, moving back and forth before my mistress. In the indecency of her uptrussed pose, she pretended to be so busily occupied that she didn't care what she was showing. Then he accosted her with a greeting, and Colette leaned backwards, her panties wide open to offer her ass and her pussy.
I admit that I wished I could have been in the place of the man who, standing, and thinking to profit from the imprudence of a woman, was getting an enormous hard-on, only a few feet away from Colette's exposed cunt.
At last he paddled away, and then, attracted by the same spectacle, two, three, then four more canoes began to cross in front of us, a few feet away. Colette had put herself back on her seat and, leaning back on her arms, her legs still outrageously straddled amid the snowy display of her lingerie, she cynically and boldly watched the men train their binoculars on her.
"How I love it," she sighed, as if all those eyes had tickled her clit and probed deep into her pussy.
And she began to squirm about with the same frenzy that she would have shown if she had been fucking them, and she cried out to me, as her ecstasy approached: "Oh, those bastards, what hard-ons they must have! Oh, those pigs, if they could only put their hands or their pricks into me, how they'd love it! There! There! There!"
She called out in an accentuation of her lubricious gesture, swinging her buttocks between her heels, "There, I'm shaking my bottom for you ... oh, if they could only fuck my cunt! How good it is, but why don't they frig themselves off? Oh, darling, I'm coming ... Ah-ah-frig yourself, you bastards-Ah! Ah! I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Suddenly the spasms seized her and she fell on her back, her arms stretched out in a cross; a wild convulsion came over her entire being.
"Oh come, come," she cried to me in the delirium of her never appeased rut, "fuck me now, fuck me before everybody!"
I took her by the armpits and dragged her back from the edge of the bank and into the darkness of our little nest. Putting her up against the trunk of a tree, I raised her right thigh over my arm and, lying on my side, I planted my prick into her dripping cunt with a single thrust. She uttered a scream of happiness: "Oh, yes, fuck, dig into me, darling ... up to the very bottom of my cunt ... what a fire they put into my backside! Oh, your prick feels so good, bury it in, make it harder, and then put your finger in the little hole too, yes, yes!"
She arched and thrust herself, as if she were a man, and she even frigged my prick with her forefinger while I was thrusting into her. Thrice she came, and each time her joy was reborn under my thrusts. Then, in the impatience of my slowness to perfect her pleasure, with an acrobatic somersault, she put her mouth to my cock and her cunt to my mouth. Twice more she came under my tongue. When she finally felt between her lips that my prick was giving up its ghost, with another agile feat of gymnastics, she straddled over me, and, my prick in her hand, pressed down with all the weight of her behind.
Just at the moment when I came, the noise of branches made her spring up like a jack-in-the-box, and my spunk spurted against her panties. We both rose and with a bound, since there wasn't any time to restore our clothing to propriety, we surprised two young scamps who had been staring at us through the foliage.
"Oh, the little thieves, what luck we shall have with them," Colette cried.
I dragged them back into our hiding place. They were two young men, green fruit which wakened the greedy appetite of my mistress.
"You little good-for-nothings," she said to them, "you were trying to bugger each other, weren't you, while you were watching us. Well, show us how you did it."
Twilight was falling and a lovely haze covered us all. Colette made them get on their knees and commanded them to repeat the amusing pose which we had interrupted. Stimulated by the reward which she promised to them, they went to it with the natural verve of sexual precocity. It was quite a spectacle, this scene of Socratic love they played for us, with a sensuality that was shared in the silent solitude of this springtime twilight. Our presence, far from bothering them, titillated their passions.
"Give me your ass, Andre," said the older one, as he pulled down the his partner's trousers.
The younger man, comfortably installed and bent over a low branch of a tree, hollowed his lean torso and thrust out his bottom. Drawing his prick out of his fly, Andre, after spitting on the meatus, pushed it in his hand to that cleft, and then, gripping his partner's hips, he began to fuck him.
"Up to the hilt, up to the hairs," Colette urged.
He wriggled himself, while he hungrily sucked Colette's pussy, and she, seated before him and spreading wide her thighs, now clamped those luscious limbs against his cheeks. I watched enraptured at the scene. Colette thrust her hips against the young man's mouth in rhythm with the thrusting of the other. Feeling an erection at the sight of these young fucking bodies, I pulled Andre to my hips. He readily took my cock in his voluptuous mouth and greedily sucked me off while his friend continued to frig Colette with his tongue.
Then Colette made the two voyeurs couple so that each one's face was between the other's ass, and they each gave the other the delicious reciprocity of a feuille de rose. At the same time, crouching before them, she frigged them in turn.
When she judged them to be ready, she ordered the final tableau. She disposed herself en levrette. Lying on Andre's thighs, as he sat against the trunk of a tree, and with her skirts trussed up to her loins, she arched out her bottom to the younger man, "Come on, little one," she said to him, "put your prick into my cunt, and do it the way you should!"
Gripping the bottoms of the cheeks of my mistress, he insinuated, through the wide gape of her panties, his young and still sturdy prick. He had only to push it in. In my turn, I accosted him from behind and pricked my cock against his ass-hole. He bellowed, but I did not use the care I had taken with Nadia. I thrust through that narrow portal with a violent thrust, and my conical prick made savage inroads with two or three good thrusts.
"Are you in, are you well planted?" Colette demanded.
"Oh he is, he is," the younger howled.
"Then hurry, put your prick into me and fuck me properly."
Lowering her head on Andre's belly, she took his cock between her fingers and put it into her mouth with all her heart, while my partner, stiffened by the bar that I had planted into his backside, fucked her with little thrusts. I sodomized him vigorously and I crushed him against Colette's ass. What a joy my mistress took, with a prick in her cunt and another in her mouth. But the buggering was so rapidly given that recipient uttered a cry of joy and pulled out of her cunt under the impetuous thrust of my prong.
Exasperated by thus being foiled of pleasure, Colette stood up. She sat down again on Andre's thighs, put his prick into her cunt, and made the other one lick her clitoris. And while the other young man wriggled his ass under the penetration of my cock, playing with his tongue where his comrade had had his prick, I quite slowly forged onward in my work amid the terrain of Sodom. I finally shot out my hot semen into him at the moment when Colette uttered a wild shriek of double ecstasy.
I paid the two strangers, and they ran off through the woods.
In the automobile which brought us back, indolently seated on the cushion at my feet, her lovely face pale against my thigh, Colette rolled in her mouth my dwindled prick; with the nonchalance of an odalisque smoking her Turkish narghile.
-7-
Yes, my dear fellow," Colette was telling me once. "I just wanted an hour in which we could play with a prick, be fucked by it and then frig ourselves until the prick was ready again!" It was my friend Sergine who proposed our little game. We were going to spend the day at Sergine's villa at Saint-Cloud, and after we finished lunch, we were amusing ourselves frigging around under a haystack, when suddenly her groom appeared, a man of a certain simple-mindedness.
"If it doesn't disgust you, my dear," Sergine said to me, her spirit heated by our little game, "we could have a little fun with him."
Colette recalled that the groom opened his big stupid eyes, very blue and naive, and said, "Oh yes."
To this, Colette said teasingly, "All it will cost you is to let us play with your prick as we want."
No sooner said than done, he took off his trousers-but I will let my mistress tell the story in her own words, for I remember them vividly and indelibly:
"Well, he took out a really fine cock and I began to tease it between my fingers.
'"Oh, what an idea!' Sergine said suddenly. 'Suppose we first have a game of quoits, like they do at the fair? His prick is a lovely stake, it will be lots of fun.' And so, to add a little sadism to this whim, we tied the fellow's wrists, and then stretching him out on his back, we tied the root of his prick with a ribbon that, fixed to his thigh, held it up straight as a stake. It was magnificently long and thick."
I asked my mistress what the prize was, and Colette said, "We decided to play for points, in three parts, and Sergine proposed that the winner should fuck him first.
"Armed with a dozen copper rings that are used to hang up curtains, we stepped away a few paces from the target. I never laughed so heartily!" my cruel mistress said to me. Stretched out on the divan, one hand in her crotch to waken the sensations of that remembered afternoon, she blew rings of tobacco smoke into the air. Then she resumed her story:
"I was to be the first to begin, in this game of ring the target or, if you like, improvised horseshoes. I didn't put a single one on. From that distance, you can imagine that the groom's swollen cock had many a shock when the rings banged into his organ. You should have seen the faces he made! Sergine, who was more skillful than I am, once was able to throw a ring right over his prick and crown it. I won the second game, but then I lost the next. It was a tormenting little game because the rings jostled the tip of his prick or banged his balls, and Jacques began to bellow with such oaths as would have made a virgin blush, trying to free himself and wriggling his belly and thighs to pull his organ away from the rings we were throwing. I placed one ring on him, but Sergine won him with two points. 'So, after you,' I told her. Then, her skirts aloft, she approached Jacques, whose prick, quite crimson, was jiggling wildly. Without taking the time to untie him, Sergine lifted her skirts and mounted him. Aroused by this, I quickly made my way to them. Raising my skirts, I placed my cunt right over his mouth. What a tonguing he gave me! Meanwhile Sergine had torn my dress from my body and ravished my breast with lascivious bites and kisses. I took the liberty of teasing her pretty little clit as she bucked up and down on his cock. I also rode him, so stiff was his tongue.
"When Sergine had had her climax, I took her place and she mine, and with the aid of my fingers I slipped his prick into my cunt. With a few wrigglings and squirming thrusts of my loins, I put him back into good hardness and I had a lovely time. Sergine continued to suck my aching nipples, which enhanced my pleasure enormously. Then she offered me her flaming pussy to taste. Ah ... the feeling of her hot cunt throbbing against my lips as I was fucked by her groom. He spurted violently into me, I must say. Once untied, at the idea of the money he was going to make for letting us play with him, he let himself be spanked. How funny that was, my dear fellow! Under the heat of the smacks, he got one of his most tremendous hard-ons. Then Sergine frigged him. For ten minutes, and I'm not exaggerating, she masturbated him before he gave up his spunk. And I told him, 'You greedy old man, it's going to cost you for that! Come here now, let's see how much you've got left in your balls!'
"Well, he cried out, 'I don't think I have any more! It's back in the base of my bowels if I've got any' So I laughed at him and said, 'Go on you rascal, try to get hard again, and don't make all this fuss, pour out your spunk! Besides, you'll have a hundred francs more if you can still fill my hand with it!' And he said, 'Good God, I'll try to get some then for that price!'
"But I had already taken hold of his limp prick and I was rubbing it, I have only to tell you, my old fellow, how I was doing it to him! You remember
Torture Garden, that book, you know, the man who was condemned to death by a woman who frigged him until he gave up the ghost? I would have sworn that he would piss out his testicles in a flood of blood. How I shook that sapling of his! The fellow wriggled with pain while his cock stiffened under my attentions. I saw only my fingers, I was frigging so hard. 'Faster, faster!' Sergine urged me. The man shrieked like a dog who couldn't pull his prick out of a bitch! And I kept frigging him until my palm was on fire!
"Finally his mouth yawned violently, his belly hollowed, and then from his prick there spurted, though without much strength, a rather meager jet of this sperm. 'You see, you can still give it out, so do so!' said Sergine. Tearing from my fatigued hand his milky prick, without a second's respite she began to frig him as furiously as I had. 'I'll give you the coup de grace! You'll get a hundred francs more!' she promised.
'"Shit! Shit!' he shrieked. ' "Until tomorrow, I won't even be able to piss! I'm done in!' but Sergine was already straddling his thighs. She seized his limpening cock with both fingers and rubbed her clitoris several times with a frigging I encouraged by thrusting my finger into her behind. The groom bellowed and roared and swore, but he let it be done for more money. 'Take it in your mouth,' he cried out finally, 'if you want me to spurt any more!'
"So without any repugnance, Sergine crawled between his thighs, took hold of his prick and sucked it, then I after her, then she after me. So much so, that we made him get hard again and with the groaning of an animal, with both our tongues at the same time rubbing the tip of his prick every which way, he lashed out at us a final flood of spunk. Oh it wasn't heavy, a baby's clear jism, I'd say. He was really worn out. We counted out five banknotes to him and he ran away only too happy to be rid of us, you can imagine! His hands were grabbing his balls, and his eyes were haggard. Well, after that we amused ourselves by being fucked by the young son of the farmer on my property. What a prick that young man had! And then he had a nice hot tongue to work into our ass-holes, each of us in turn, to finish the affair. What an afternoon it was! And now, get on top of me!" Colette added.
She rolled onto her back and took me between the constraint of her thighs. Her pussy offered itself, and I could see that her cunt was on fire. She had been frigging herself as she related her adventures. She was dripping wet.
"Plant it into me, thrust, let me feel your hairs mixing with mine ... how well you put it into me, how hard you are, darling! Go on, fuck me well! Punish this naughty cunt that cuckolded you! Oh, what a delight, my beloved! Your mistress loves only you, darling! Give it to me, respond to my heat, give it to me hard, isn't it good? Go on, darling, shoot into me! Yes, I'm coming, now, give it up, give it up, let me come with you-there-there!"
I fucked her in the silent rage of pleasure which she had inflamed within me out of the agony I had from her games, and she was paying the price under the thrusts of my prick. I spurted into her matrix.
In front of her mirror, when she had finished washing, her chambermaid touched with rouge the tips of her breasts, placing a little bit along the rims of her pussy, and a circle of mascara around her ass-hole and under her eyes. The maid powdered her bottom-cheeks, brushed and combed out and then perfumed the tufts of her silky pussy-hairs. Then Colette put on a blue velvet hat and drew on her gloves. "Now I'm ready," she said to me. "Bring my cape, Fanny!"
My eyes widened, for, except for a necklace of three loops of pearls, her only costume was a pair of blue silk stockings hooked up by a garter belt, and satin pumps. She laughed at me. "Don't be frightened! Certainly I'll put on a mantle, men are such stupid fools!"
"What, you go out bare-skinned now?" I cried.
"Bare-skinned?" she laughed as she rolled herself tightly into the amplitude of a royal blue taffeta cape, with a lining of chinchilla, which covered her to mid-thigh. "Bare-skinned? What makes you say that?"
"I know, but you are naked underneath that cape. Your bottom and your thighs are exposed as if you had nothing on."
"That's just what I like," she giggled, and then turned to examine herself in the mirror. "I have told you a hundred times, I shit on half of the world and-"
"And you piss on the other!"
"That's right! First of all, I like to be bare-naked in the street, to feel the fresh air slip in between my thighs and the furrow of my buttocks, and that tickling of silk on my bare skin. It's so convenient, you see."
Grasping the borders of the cape with her gloved fingertips, she unfolded it like two great wings of satin from which the milky splendor of her lovely white body emerged, with that flood of incandescent gold at the peak of her thighs. Then she called, "Come, Fanny, run your tongue over me, so as to put me in form!"
She set one foot up on the armchair, and the lovely maid, docilely kneeling under the shroud of the cape, rubbed her pussy with her tongue a few times.
Then Colette pirouetted, presented gaily to that obedient mouth the adorable furrow of her bottom-cheeks, and thus agreeably titillated, wrapped herself again in her mantle and we went out.
Her Rolls Royce set us down at Fouquet's where she bade the chauffeur leave. There, in this charming boudoir of lesbos, she sat down at the table with one of her dearest friends, Lucine, a very provocative brunette, who had somewhat masculine features. Sometimes Colette used her as a man and one day I had fucked her, while Lucine belabored Colette's ass-hole with a dildo. Both women were experts in the practice of vice.
We sat at a table in the rear, with discreet shadows hiding us, the two women moved on their bench side by side, thigh against thigh, and leaning on their elbows, cigarettes in their mouths, cast their gazes with morose delight on the groups of villains in the room. And they stealthily, as was their habit, frigged each other's pussies.
I had my fun with Lucine placed at my side. More protected from the gaze of other people than Colette, she had opened her walking skirt which buttoned at the left, and I saw, in the opening of her pink silk pantie-tights, her hand slowly moved back and forth against her crotch, her fingers glistened with heavy diamond rings.
Thus they prolonged the silence of their reverie, thanks to an intoxication which they distilled in themselves with the greatest nonchalance, and which they interrupted by smoking now and then or drinking a cocktail. At the proper moment, Lucine and Colette smiled at each other and, removing their hands, each put a hand on the other's mouth so that each could feel the warmth and the scent of that palm, as each said to the other, "There's my pussy-and here's mine, do you like the perfume?" Then they exchanged, laughingly, a few whispered words and left.
A few moments later, all three of us were walking down the street when Colette pushed us under the archway of a door and went up a luxurious stairway.
"Not there? You're joking," Lucine gasped, but she climbed behind her friend. I suspected that they were thinking of some new filthiness. Halfway up to the second floor, Colette stopped, and her back against the wall, spread open her mantle, offering her ravishing nakedness to Lucine's caresses.
"Kneel down on the step and lick my pussy," she said to Lucine.
"Haven't you a shred of modesty?" the young woman laughed.
"Just a shred-I love the flavor of danger. Go to it, eat me!"
On her knees, Lucine placed her pretty mouth to that moist pussy, between those luscious thighs, and her hands on Colette's bottom-cheeks, began to flick Colette's clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Colette pressed Lucine's head harder against her cunt. As I stood, I watched this tableau whose audacity surpassed all the fantasies to which I was accustomed.
But I trembled at some sudden apparition on the threshold of the door where we were giving this spectacle to the unknown passer-by or intruders. However, I played my own role. Squatting down a step lower, I lifted the skirt of the lovely Lucine, and plunged my hand into the slit of her panties, put my middle finger into her cunt and my thumb into her ass-hole. I thus double-frigged-fucked her until I pinched between my two fingers the partition of the vagina so fiercely that she groaned in ecstasy while she continued to tongue-fuck Colette, and I saw
Colette above me writhe and shudder, her hips twisting with orgasmic bliss.
I couldn't hold myself back any longer. Emboldened by sensual intoxication from the scandal which my mistress had made the spice of my pleasure, encouraged also by the heavy silence of this aristocratic dwelling place, I pulled out my cock and accosted Lucine's ass. She arched herself to receive my sally. Already my prick, through her behind, was slipping down to the humid furrow of Venus when Colette whispered to me. "No, no, give me your prick instead!"
Disengaging herself from her friend's grasp, she mounted the stairway, bent over the banister, her cape furled up on her loins, and superbly insolent, facing the door of the apartment, thighs and buttocks naked, put herself in the position of levrette. Then she said to me, "What are you waiting for?"
I was about to burst.
"If you don't come, I'll make a scene," she threatened in her nymphomania.
I knew her capable of everything, and the least risk was to yield to her whim. Besides, I had a tremendous hard on. I was beside her, I took her by the flanks and thrust my prick in. Colette seized it with one hand between her thighs and with the other opened up her jewel of love. I pushed in hard and firmly, and wet as she was, with a single thrust I fucked her to my balls.
Beside us, Lucine, silent spectatress, hid us with her body. She caressed both of us with a sultry touch. My legs pressed up against Colette, my belly tightly packed against her bottom, I fucked her in madness.
"Oh, how he goes to it with good heart," Colette sighed. "You're doing it beautifully, oh, how you fuck me!"
In front of her, Lucine was tickling her clitoris with a finger, and her other hand was playing with my balls. It took me only seven or eight prick-thrusts to come. And in my ardor to ejaculate my spunk to the deepest part of Colette's cunt, I lifted her up by the thighs at the moment when I felt my balls empty all their savings.
Colette swooned amid the last spasms of my prick disengorging itself and then suddenly the door opened behind us. As quick as lightning, I pulled out my prick, shoved it back into my pants, lowered the cape, while Lucine, bent over the rail, pretended that we were all waiting for someone. We saw emerge and then go down the stairs a lovely young woman who held a fox terrier on a leash. The sudden blush that streaked the lovely blonde's face, a sudden glance which was both annoyed and at the same time full of curiosity, proved that she had seen enough to be rather edified as to what we had been doing. Midway down, she looked back up towards us, as if drawn by force. Colette had straightened up, and holding up the two folds of her cape, she spread out to the young girl the dazzling spectacle of her complete nakedness, from garters to throat!
As the charming girl stopped, her mouth agape, my mistress put her hand to her pussy and the other on her hip, and began to frig herself. Excited by this boldness as much as stupefied by the unexpectedness of the whole scene, the young girl seemed rooted to where she was. "Well, darling," Colette called to her in a throaty voice, "doesn't it make you want to do what I'm doing?"
At the same time, she drew my prick out of my trousers, and without further ado, using the hand that held up her cape, she began to frig me.
The girl paused a moment, then edged towards the stair. Lucine wasted no time. She pulled the girl to her and roughly reached under her skirt. To our surprise the girl immediately knelt before Colette and began to lap her cunt feverishly. Lucine continued to tease the girl's cunt from behind and Colette kept her firm grasp on my engorged cock. As Colette spasmed and came into the girls mouth, the amazing young thing turned and planted the kiss of Lesbos on Lucine's needy cunt. As she brought Lucine to a gasping climax she heard her little dog bark. She looked up, startled, then without a moment's pause stood. She straightened her skirts. Bowing politely she made her way down the avenue. We all looked at each other and began to laugh hysterically.
"Let's go," Lucine said, finally worried about the stain of spunk with which I had decorated the first step.
But we went down rather quietly. "Well now," Colette suddenly said to me, "when we come to the first floor, I want to show you that I can piss straight!"
Drawing up her cape behind her back, and with an insolent display of her breasts and belly, one hand on her cunt, she immobilized herself in an attitude that could not be misunderstood.
"You pisser," Lucine giggled.
"What are rugs for?" Colette giggled. "If they can't be pissed on, let the people who have them take them away! You'll see how I'm going to dose them now!"
Then, with her two fingers acting as a fork, she pinched the opening of her vagina, drew it upwards, spread her legs a little, arched out her pussy and a thin yellow stream described a trajectory of clean gold in the air.
At once, with a sluttish effrontery, she began to descend, while the rain of her urine zigzagged from one step to the other.
"That's pretty, that is," I said at the sight of that trickling which had striped with black the dazzling red of the carpeting.
"There's no need for you to get huffy," Colette replied, "since we know that there is a dog in this place. It will be blamed on him."
And then, opening the door of exit she said to the concierge, "Madame, do you know that some nasty dog has pissed all down your front floor stairs? I had to pull up my cape so that I could walk!"
The concierge flung her arms heavenward with a cry of, "Oh God, to think this would happen here!" and babbled excuses, while with an air of wounded dignity, Colette turned her back on the woman. Then with a sluttish gesture, lifting up to her loins the back of her cape, she saluted the old woman with a glimpse of her bottom. And with a child-like gambol, trussed up to mid-thighs to the astonishment of the passers-by, she hurled herself into the taxi which I had just signaled.
EPILOGUE
For all my history of wild nights, my hunger for Dionysian debauches and orgiastic pleasure, nothing compared to the strange and perverse charms of my mistress Colette.
Sadly, her prophesy of love came to pass, only in truth it was she who grew bored with me after a year of our acquaintance. One winter afternoon, I received a letter saying that she and her husband had gone on a world tour and that our affair had ended.
Dark fantasies filled my mind as she cavorted lasciviously around the world, falling together with lovers of every race and sex. I could see her codgy old husband, his eyes looking on with watery voyeuristic pleasure.
Even in her absence, she was able to fuel my passion.
I cannot say whether I am damned or reborn, but she has given me a taste for the more rare delicacies of sensuality, which I am condemned to pursue.
Her eyes, her flesh, her lips mock my imagination nightly as her voice rings through my head:
"Do it because it excites me."
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The Three Chums
A TALE OF LONDON EVERYDAY LIFE
-I-
The young man from the country:
Charles Warner, the son of a wealthy squire who owned a large estate in the Midlands, had just arrived in town, and taken up his apartment in Gower Street. He was about to become a medical student. As he was only a younger son, and the freehold property was all entailed, his great parent could think of nothing better in which his sharpest young man, as he called Charlie, would be so-likely to make his way in the world.
"Be a good lad, Charlie. Stick to your profession, and I'll set you up with ten thousand when you marry a girl with some tin-that's the only thing a younger son can do. Should I die before that I'll leave it to you in my will. Your allowance is o300 a year, to be o500 when you come of age. But mind, if you disgrace me or get into debt, I will turn you adrift without a penny, or pay your passage to Australia to get rid of you. My young man," he finally added, a tear in his eye and a slight quiver of the lip, "you have always been my favorite; your old dad reckons on you to keep away from the girls and bad companions."
Charlie was thinking over these last parting words of his father as he sat by the fireside after tea awaiting the call of his two cousins, Harry and Frank Mortimer, who had written to say they would call to take him out to see how he liked the rooms they had found for him.
He presently rang the bell to have the table cleared, and a remarkably pretty maidservant answered his summons.
"And what is your name? As I am going to live in the house, I should like to know what to call you. I'm so glad Mrs. Letsam has a pretty girl to attend to the lodgers."
"Fanny, sir," replied the girl, blushing up to her eyes. "I have to wait on all the gentlemen, and a hard time I have of it running up and down stairs all day long."
"Well," said Charlie, "I shan't ring for you more than I can help, although it is not at all strange if some of them trouble you so often, if only for the pleasure of seeing a pretty face. I suppose it isn't proper here in London to kiss the servants, although I often did at home; the girls were older than me, and had been used to it for a long time."
"La, no sir, you mustn't, indeed you mustn't. If Mrs. Letsam knew it she would turn me out of the house in a moment," urged Fanny, in a subdued tone, as if afraid of being heard.
"You mean to say you mind a kiss from a young man like me? What harm is there?"
"I-I don't know; I can't say," stammered Fanny. "But it's so different from those old fellows downstairs, who always give me half a crown after, not to tell." Here she blushed tremendously. "I-I didn't mean, sir, that I want to be paid, but that you are so different than them; they're old and ugly, and you-"
She could not say any more, for Charlie pressed his lips to her rosy mouth, saying, "Well then, give me a kiss for forgiveness. If you only keep good friends, and look after my small wants, I shall buy you ribbons and little things of that sort, so that you can think of me when you wear them."
Her only answer was a very curious look as she returned his kiss; then slipping away, she took up her tray and was gone.
"I'm in luck," thought Charlie. "Father may lecture me to keep away from the girls, but seeing pretty Fanny brings back the thought of last night when Polly and Sukey had me between them for the last time. It makes me feel quite hot. In fact, that girl has given me the Irish toothache."
Here there was a tap at the door of his room.
"Come in, my young men; I know who it must be," shouted Charlie, expecting his cousins, but to his surprise Mile. Fanny reentered.
"If you please, sir, there's two young gentlemen for Mr. Warner, they have sent up their card."
"Where is it, Fanny?" asked Charlie, holding out his hand for the bit of pasteboard.
"Well, I am pleased they've come early," he said, catching her by the wrist, "especially as it gives me the chance of another kiss!"
"For shame, sir! You'll keep them waiting in the hall!" Fanny exclaimed as she struggled to escape his circling arm.
"Just a moment, Fanny. I want you to know they are my cousins, who will often come here. They are much better looking than me, so don't you make me jealous by taking any notice of either of them. Now, ask them up, quick, please; then run for a bottle of fizz, and keep the change for yourself," he said, handing her a sovereign. "We must drink to the apartment the first time they call."
There was much back-slapping and warm greetings between the randy young lads and presently, when the champagne was opened, Harry and Frank asked if Charlie was too tired to go out for the evening. "You need not come back here to sleep, but turn in with us," they assured him. "Father will be so pleased to see you at breakfast in the morning. We know three great sisters-little milliners-who work in Oxford Street, such spooney girls, and as three to two is sometimes awkward you will just make the party complete. They live in Store Street, close by, and if we call about nine o'clock they will be expecting us, and glad to see you. The girls think too much of themselves to take money, although they don't mind gifts of jewelry or dresses. Nothing coarse, no bad language, and they only permit liberties when the light is turned out."
"I'm with you," replied their cousin. "And what do you think of the little servant here?"
"Charlie, you ought to be in luck there," answered Harry. "It's so convenient to have a nice little servant to sleep with sometimes, or now and then to let off the steam with her on the sofa. It keeps you from going out too much. My advice, Charlie, is not to live too fast, save your money for a good spree-say every ten days or so. Now our dad thinks us quite good, never out after half-past eleven or so, but we make up for it with the servants at home. We keep the housekeeper square by taking turns to fuck her on the sly. She once caught us both in the girls' bedroom, but we went to her to beg her not to tell. What with kissing and telling her what a fine figure she was (she was half undressed when she came to see after the servants), we took first one little liberty then another, until, seeing she was on the job, I ran out and left Frank to roll her on the bed. He must have done it to some purpose, for she kept him all night."
"Ah, Charlie, I never thought a woman of fifty could be so good at the game," said Frank. "How she threw her legs over me! She rode me like a skilled horsewoman. She was a perfect sea of lubricity, and drained me dry enough before morning," he added, corroborating his brother's assertion. "You must try her for yourself. A fair lad will be a treat to her after us two dark fellows, and there's no fear of having to pay for kids with her, as she is past the time of life, but I believe all really warm-constitutioned women get hotter the older they are. We use French letters for safety with the maids, or we should soon do their business, they want so much of it when we get in their room. Or they slip into ours for a drop of brandy and a 'bit of that,' as they call it; there's nothing like good brandy to put you up to the work. But never drink gin, my young man, or your affair won't stand for some hours, it has such a lowering effect."
A couple of hours of similar conversation soon slipped away. By the time the lads got round to Store Street, Charlie was ready to meet the sirens his cousins had spoken of so passionately.
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Three pretty milliners
"My cousin, Charlie Warner, just from the country to become a medical student. Misses Bessie, Annie, and Rosa Robinson, three pretty and lovely little milliners as you ever saw or will see again," said Harry, making the introduction as they entered.
The brothers kissed all three girls, and as it seemed the correct thing Charlie was not slow to follow their example. He began with Rosa, the youngest, a fair, golden-haired little beauty, then kissed Annie, with her light brown hair and hazel eyes, and finished with Miss Bessie, with dark auburn hair, and such a pair of glancing eyes as would almost ravish the soul of any soft-hearted man. But our young hero looked on all girls as equally beautiful.
"What a pretty supper the confectioners have sent in for you-fowls, tongue, and champagne-it made us rather expect something unusual, and we are so pleased to see Mr. Warner. Besides, you know there is no jealousy here, and his fair face is a delightful contrast to you two rather dark gentlemen," said Annie. Bessie suggested that they have a game of straws to see which man would match with which of the young women. Everyone agreed delightedly. Annie and Frank paired off, Bessie was with Harry, and Charlie was happy to be seated next to the youngest, Rosa.
"This is the jolliest place I know of," said Harry, handing Bessie to her seat at the table. "Everything is ready to hand, and nothing is cleared away until we are gone. There are no flunkeys or parlormaids to wait on us or listen to every word." He paused and looked around the table wickedly, "we can do as we like."
"Not exactly, sir," put in Annie. "Even when the light is out you must behave yourselves." She laughed not a little ironically.
"We have a little longer this evening for our dark seance," said Frank. "We are taking Charlie to the theatre, and to Scott's for supper, so they don't expect us until half past twelve or so, and the housekeeper will sit up for her reward, won't she, Harry?"
"What's that," pouted Rosa, giving a sly look; "You two young men are dreadful. We'll see if they want any more of 'that' when they get home!"
This charming banter lasted all through time, growing more bawdy as the little party grew flush with wine. Charlie addressed the sisters one after the other so as not to show any marked preference. Still in a quiet sort of way he tried all he could to make himself particularly agreeable to Rosa, whose seductive glances showed she was rather taken with him.
"It's so nice to have you to myself," she whispered to him, as the supper came to an end, "but mind you are not too naughty when they turn out the gas."
Something in her deep blue eyes so fired his feelings that, taking her unresisting hand under the table, he placed it on his thigh, just over his cock, and was at once rewarded by the gentle pressures of her fingers, which assured him she quite understood his desire. The others were too absorbed in similar manipulations to notice Charlie and Rosa. He adroitly unfastened three buttons of his trousers, and directed her hand to his growing prick. Fortunately just at that moment Bessie turned off the gas, and instinctively the lips of Charlie and Rosa met in a long impassioned kiss.
There was a convenient sofa in a recess just behind Charlie's chair, and Rosa let him lead her to that more commodious seat under cover of the darkness. There he had the delightful girl close to his side, with his right arm round her waist, while his left hand busily undressed her. What mossy treasures his fingers searched out, while for her part her hands caressed his body as she blithely unbuttoned his shirt and continued to stroke his prick. His fiery kisses roved from her lips all over her face and neck, until he managed to take possession of the heaving globes of her bosom. How she shuddered with ecstasy as his lips drew in one of her nipples, and gently sucked the delicious morsel-a very few moments of this exciting dalliance was too much for her. She sank back on the couch, opening her creamy thighs, biding him to enter. Charlie lost no time. Falling on top of her, he thrust his now raging member inside her with one heaving thrust. She lifted her soft hips to meet his. Her teeth bit into his neck to stifle her little scream. Oh! What a voluptuous excess. The warm wet grotto of her love engulfed him as he pumped mightily. His mouth continued to suck and nip the rosy buds of her nipples. Her legs wrapped around his gyrating hips, and he could feel the quivering of her pussy around his well-lubricated cock. Her body writhed with successive cries as he felt his own love-cream building in his aching balls. At last with a bestial moan he shot his load inside her fluttering cunt.
They had been too well occupied to hear or notice anything about Bessie and Annie with their partners, but now an almost perfect silence prevailed in the apartment, until presently Harry spoke up, saying, "I think the spirits have had long enough to amuse themselves; what do you say to a light?"
This was agreed to, and they spent another half hour with the ladies before taking leave of them for the night. It was as curious a feast of love as Charlie could possibly have imagined, and he was quite puzzled to make out what manner of girls these three sisters could be who bashfully objected to a light on their actions, and yet were as free with their partners as any of the mercenary members of the demimonde could have been.
"What a darling you are!" whispered Rosa to Charlie as he took a parting kiss, "but I shan't have you next time unless there is an undress romp in the dark."
Bessie pressed them to come to an early tea on Sunday, and have a long evening, when they would arrange some pretty game to amuse them. This was agreed to with many sweet kisses and goodbyes.
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Mrs. Lovejoy and the servants in Bloomsbury Square
It was nearly one a.m. when the young men got home to the Mortimer mansion in Bloomsbury Square.
"How late you are," said Mrs. Lovejoy, the housekeeper, opening the door to them, "and you have brought Master Charlie with you. I'm so glad to see him. Your father has gone to bed hours ago, and I thought you would like a second course after your oyster supper at Scott's, so there's a little spread in my own room upstairs, only we mustn't keep it up too late."
"You're a gem," said Harry.
Mr. Mortimer, being a rather stout gentleman, who objected to many stairs, had his bedroom on the first floor; the young men and Mrs. Lovejoy stole past it as quietly as they could. Harry and Frank's room was on the next flight, where their sisters also had their rooms when at home from school; the two servants and Mrs. Lovejoy were located above them.
"Give us a kiss," said Frank, as on entering Mrs. Lovejoy's cozy room he saw a game pie and bottle of Burgundy set out for their refreshment.
Harry and Charlie also in turn embraced the amorous housekeeper, who fairly shivered with emotion as she met the luscious kiss of the latter.
"He's only going to stay this one night, so it's no good taking a imagine to my cousin. Besides, can't you be content with Frank and me?" whispered Harry to her.
"But you are such unfaithful young men. I know you prefer Mary Anne or Maria to me at any time," she replied, pettishly.
"Yes, and Charlie is no better. He hasn't been in London one whole day yet without making up to the pretty Fanny at his lodgings."
After dining, the lads had just reached for the hot water and spirits Mrs. Lovejoy offered as a night-cap when there was a gentle tap at the room door and a suppressed titter outside.
Harry, guessing who it was, called out "come in," and the two servant girls with broad grins on their faces walked into the room, only half dressed-in petticoats, stockings, and slippers-with necks and breasts bare.
On perceiving Charlie they blushed scarlet, but Mary Anne, a bouncing brunette, immediately recovered her presence of mind, and said, "We beg your pardon, Mrs. Lovejoy, but we thought only Master Harry and his brother were here. We felt so thirsty we couldn't sleep, so ventured to beg a little something to cool our throats."
"We'll make a party of it now," said Frank. "This is only our cousin Charlie, so don't be bashful. Come in and shut the door."
"Gentlemen don't generally admit ladies, especially when only half dressed, as we are," said Maria, a very pretty and finely developed young woman, with light brown hair, rosy cheeks, and such a pair of deep blue eyes, full of mischief, as they looked one through.
"No, but ladies admit gentlemen," put in Charlie, getting up from his chair and drawing Maria onto his lap. "I guess we're in for some fun now."
The housekeeper looked annoyed at this intrusion, but Harry laughingly kissed her, and whispered something that seemed to have a soothing effect, as she at once offered the two girls some lemonade and brandy. Hers was a very comfortable apartment, furnished the same as a bachelor's bed and sitting room combined: The bed was in a recess, and there were two easy chairs beside a sofa and table.
Harry secured the sofa, where he sat with Mrs. Lovejoy on his lap, one hand inside the opening of her dressing gown, while her hands were shamelessly unbuttoning his trousers. Her fingers reached inside hungrily. By the smile on his face, the way his caresses became more avid, it was clear she was giving him a good stroking.
Charlie was admiring and playing with the tits of Maria, who kissed him warmly every now and then, giving the most unequivocal signs of her rising desires for closer acquaintance.
"We shall never be fit to get up in the morning if you keep us out of bed," said Mrs. Lovejoy. "Let the girls go now."
Each said "good night," and Harry, having something to say to the housekeeper, stayed behind. Frank and Mary Anne quickly vanished in the gloom of the outside corridor, and Charlie, at a loss where he was to sleep, asked Maria to show him to his room.
"You'll sleep with me, dear, if you can, and I won't keep you awake," she whispered, giving him a most luscious kiss. Then, taking his hand, she led him into a clean but plainly furnished bedroom.
"Mary Anne wont be back tonight, so you shall be my bedfellow. I guess by this time Master Frank is being let into all her secrets," Maria said as she extinguished the candle, which had been left burning, and jumped into bed. Charlie following as quickly as he could get his clothes off.
"Do you know," said Maria, "Mary Anne and I had been lying here, talking and caressing each other, we were so excited she proposed a game of what girls call flat cunt when we heard Mrs. Lovejoy take you to her room. We made up our minds she should not have both Harry and Frank to herself, never thinking there was anyone else-and to think I got such a darling as you!"
The girl fairly quivered with emotion as she lay on her side, kissing and cuddling close to his body, but his previous encounters during the preceding twenty-four hours rendered him rather less impulsive. In fact he was enjoying the situation. Her hands roved everywhere, and she conducted one of his to that most sacred spot of all, which he found glowing like a furnace and so sensitive to his touch that she sighed, "Oh! Oh!" and almost jumped when she felt his tickling fingers, as they reveled in the luxuriant growth of silky hair, which almost barred the approach to the entrance of her bower of love. Charlie never had such a sleepless night in his life, for being impatient, she threw a leg over his hip as a challenge, and, having his cock in her hand as fit as busy fingers could make it, she directed him so confidently towards her hot little pussy, that before he knew it the young girl was astride him bouncing up and down over his erect member. She was an overflowing fountain of love-cream, and her tireless thrusts kept him awake through the night. There was no rest for him until seven o'clock in the morning, and at breakfast his looks only too plainly told the tale of the night's orgy. Mr. Mortimer railed at all three young fellows for having had a rakish time of it, remarking that he hoped they would be more moderate in future, but that it might be excusable for a first night in town.
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Charlie at home, landlady and servant
Our hero was glad to stay in his own rooms and rest the next evening, and felt rather too used up to indulge in much more than a mild joke and a kiss with the pretty Fanny, who pouted as she bid him good night after what she considered to be a decidedly languid kiss.
"He isn't so fresh as when he arrived, but perhaps he will be more lively at breakfast," she mused, going downstairs to the lower regions of the house. "I hope Mrs. Letsam won't get at him, that's all!"
Charlie was so done in that he went to bed by ten o'clock, and slept so soundly that he awoke quite early, feeling as frisky as a lark, and with the peculiar elevation of spirits that most healthy young fellows are subject to when they first open their eyes in the morning.
"My prick is quite himself again," exclaimed Charlie, as he threw off the bed-clothes to survey the grand proportions of that part of his anatomy. Then, looking at his watch by the aid of the lamp he had left burning, "By Jove, how early-only half-past four. I'll look outside in the corridor in search of adventure, there is just a chance I might find Fanny's room. This is the top story; she can't go higher up and isn't-likely to be lower down."
Quick as the idea flashed across his mind he stepped out of bed, and taking the little lamp in his hand opened his door very gently and stepped into the corridor, which was a long passage with three or four doors of rooms besides those of his own apartments. He listened at the first one, but hearing nothing passed on to the next, which was slightly ajar. Hesitating for a moment, he heard the loud stentorian breathing of a heavy sleeper. So, shading the lamp with this hand, he pushed the door gently open, and what should he see but his landlady, Mrs. Letsam, lying on her back in bed with her knees up and mouth open. Although bulky, Mrs. L. was a truly splendid woman, not more than forty, very pleasing face, with rich brown hair. Her open nightdress displayed all the splendors of her mature bosom's magnificent orbs, as white as snow and ornamented by the most seductive strawberry nipples. In reality it was only a chemise, not a proper nightdress that she was sleeping in, so that, as well as the bosom, a large but finely molded arm was exposed to his searching gaze. The sight gave him such curious ideas as to the development of other unseen charms that he resolved to satisfy his curiosity by a manual exploration under the bedclothes. Turning down his lamp, he put it outside the door in the corridor, then in the darkness knelt down by the bedside, and slowly began to caress the sleeping woman. One hand lightly squeezed a delicious breast, while the other rested on her thigh. Then, trembling all over with emotion, he continued his investigation. His touches seemed to agitate the sleeper, for after one or two slight involuntary starts, she stiffened her body out quite straight as she turned on her side with something very much like a deep sigh. Charlie found her moist cunt lips, and his probing fingers began to explore the deeper recesses of Mrs. Letsam's quim. Soon her body gave involuntary shudders and he could feel her love juice cover his fingers.
"She'll think it was a dream; most likely the old girl doesn't often feel like that," laughed Charlie to himself as he sneaked out of the room, little guessing that Mrs. Letsam had been thoroughly awake the entire time.
"Ha, Mr. Warner, it won't take me long to be even with you for this lark!" she said to herself as she settled back into bed again. "I wish the dear young man had got into bed though; his touches gave me the most exquisite pleasure."
Meanwhile Charlie had got to a door at the far end of the corridor. It opened at once as he turned the handle, and sure enough it was Fanny's room, for there lay the object of his desires in a broken restless sleep, with nearly all the bedclothes tossed off. What a sight for an horny young man! There she lay uncovered, her right hand over her cunt.
Charlie conjectured that it was not so much for protection as for digitation, judging from the girl's agitated restless dreams, for she was softly murmuring.
"Don't! Pray, don't. You tease me so. Oh! Oh!"
He could see everything as he shaded his lamp so as not to let the light fall on her eyes-her lovely thighs and heaving mount of love, shaded by the softest golden-colored down, whilst one finger was fairly hidden within lips of the pinkest possible slit below the dewy moisture that glistened in the light.
"By heaven! What a chance!" said Charlie to himself. "Perhaps I can give her an agreeable surprise."
Quick as thought he extinguished his lamp, which he placed on a table, then in the dark groped towards the bed where the pretty Fanny lay, quite unconscious of his presence.
The sleeper having tossed off most of the bed covering it was quite easy for him to lay himself by her side; he kissed the inviting globes of her firm tits, but without awakening her. She simply moaned soft endearing words, as if she felt herself caressed by someone she loved. His right hand pushed hers aside and took possession of the tender cleft it had been teasing and pressing at the same time; then he gently placed one leg over hers, pressing his naked person close to her body. What thrills of delighted expectation shot through his whole frame! He quivered from head to foot. The temptation and the intensity of his feelings would stand no further delay. His mouth found hers in a long luscious kiss while one arm held her firmly embraced and the other was deliciously occupied in manual preliminaries for the attack on her virgin fortress below.
"Fanny," he whispered, as she unconsciously responded to his kissing. "It's me, darling, let me love you now."
At first he thought she was going to scream, but he sealed her lips by the renewal of his fiery kisses, which seemed fairly to stop her breath. She did not speak but appeared flustered. Deep, long-drawn sighs came from her as her bosom heaved with excitement and her hands feebly tried to push away his intrusive fingers. But desire evidently overcame modesty, her return of his willing kisses became more ardent, her legs gradually gave way to his efforts to get between them, and instead of repulsing his advances her arms were entwined round his body.
"By Jove!" thought Charlie. "I'm not the first; she's too natural!" But to his delight he did not find that the citadel of her chastity had been stormed before; the battering ram of love had to be vigorously applied before a breach was made. What sighs, what murmurs of love and endearment were mixed with her moans of pain.
"My pet, you are a woman now," he whispered lovingly at the conclusion of the first act, kissing her again and again.
"Oh, Charlie, what a darling, you have been so gentle with me. How I love you now!" Fanny exclaimed, still pressed against him.
"I don't know what upset me so in my sleep, but dear, I went off thinking of you. I suppose I must have wanted you; your kissing has made me feel so uneasy and hot since you came to the house. No one ever upset me like that before," she confessed to him in her simplicity, as they lay toying and kissing until daylight. She advised Charlie to take his leave, and retreat to his own room for fear of discovery.
Charlie was so enamored of Fanny that when she brought up his breakfast he urged upon her a repetition of the pleasures of the night.
"How dare you, sir, talk to me like that by daylight?" she answered, repulsing his bold advances. "What I may do in the dark is no excuse for this. Mrs. Letsam is always watching me like a cat, to see I don't stop in any room a moment too long."
Reluctantly, he let her go. After breakfast, having nothing particular to do, and feeling rather sleepy, he tried to take a nap on the sofa, when just as he was dozing off there was a light tap at the door, and in answer to his "Come in," who should it be but the landlady, with his night lamp in her hand.
There was quite a grin upon her full, good-looking face, showing a beautiful set of pearly teeth.
"Mr. Warner," she said, seating herself quite familiarly by his side on the sofa. "I didn't think you were such a young rake as to ravish my maidservant only a couple of days after coming here. Don't say a word; I know all about it, and have seen the stains in the girl's bed, as well as found your lamp in her room."
Her eyes sparkled, and she looked so curiously towards his crotch, that Charlie saw at once he would have to appease the lady to prevent unpleasantness.
"My dear Mrs. Letsam, how can you accuse me of such things? Now if it had been you-" he said, laughing.
"That's exactly it, Mr. Warner, you despised my more mature charms for a chit like Fanny. Pray what were you doing in my room last night-as if I could sleep and not be awakened by the rude hand you pushed under my bedclothes. I ought to call a policeman and charge you for an indecent assault."
Her soft hand had been placed on his thigh, right over his needle, which fairly throbbed under the pressure.
"And despite this you run away from a lady? I shall now take as great liberties with you, young sir," she said, proceeding to take possession of his manly jewel as it now sprang forth in all its grandeur when she opened the front of his dressing gown.
"The love! Now it's mine! What a beauty!" she exclaimed, leaning over him, and imprinting hot, wanton kisses on the head of the rampant prisoner. Charlie fairly sighed and heaved with excitement under such a dexterous tongue. He had never felt such an ecstatic thrill before. It was almost a new sensation to him. The tonguing and pressure of the sucking lips of this experienced woman opened up such a new source of delight that he almost fainted under her caresses.
"There," she said, "you darling, that is my style of love, and beats all the vulgar, straightforward ways of enjoyment. You may have Fanny as much as you like, but let me suck a little of your honey now and then or I will get rid of her. I don't care for a man any other way-I just love the taste of a man's prick!"
Charlie kissed her pretty mouth, and told her how delighted he was to have found such a nice house, adding, "I never felt such pleasure before, so you may be sure the least touch or kiss will put me in a state to meet and rise to your requirements in a moment," as he stood kissing her when she rose to go. "No one ever excited me as you have done."
"Oh my dear young man," she replied smiling. "That was only a little taste. There's a lot more where that came from."
With that she gave his firm buttocks a sharp pat and turned on her heels, leaving Charlie surprised and smiling contentedly.
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The sirens of Hyde Park
The reader can easily guess that Charlie felt considerably enervated after the departure of Mrs. Letsam. He spent the day reading, and also wrote a letter to his father, telling him how kind the Mortimers had been, and how he liked the rooms which they had taken for him. Retiring early, he was awakened from a sound slumber by moist, impassioned kisses on his lips, and felt a soft, lithe form nestling close to his body. He heard the whispered words-"Mr. Warner, Charlie dear, I've come to return the visit you paid me last night. It was so nice, I couldn't sleep by myself knowing you were all alone."
It was impossible not to respond to such a loving invitation.
"It's great of you, Fanny, coming into my bed like this, as it proves you do care for me a little bit. But I feel rather tired after our fun of last night, so I mean to make you be the gentleman this time: Straddle over me and help yourself."
"I rather like your saying I made you tired," she laughed in reply. "I saw Mrs. Letsam knock at your door this morning, and listened to your game together. But I am not jealous, especially as I heard her say you might have me as much as you liked, if you only pleased her in a certain way. What was it, dear, I couldn't quite make out what you did to her. Do tell me.
"It's a very curious taste, but nice to me. She doesn't care for a man to have her in the ordinary way. She prefers to suck his affair, and swallow every drop of the love juice when it comes. How would you like that, Fan? It felt awfully nice to me."
"I once had a girl sleep with me who would kiss and lick my crack, and it made me feel so good, but I wouldn't do it to her," Fanny said shyly. "But maybe I'll have you in my mouth some day. But not tonight, dear. My pussy is hungrier than my mouth!"
After this they got to business in earnest. Fanny, mounting as directed, soon rode Charlie's rampant steed until she had drawn the essence of life three times from his palpitating loins, their mingled juices making quite a little flood round the root of his prick. At length falling asleep in each other's arms, they slept until daylight, when Fanny had to go about her domestic duties.
Having heard from his cousins what larks went on in the parks at night, Charlie made up his mind to see for himself. Having no particular engagement on Friday evening, he took a stroll as far as the Marble Arch, and turned into the park. Taking the path across towards Knightsbridge, and arriving at the drive that leads to the Serpentine, he walked along the path observing the couples sitting on the seats kissing and groping each other.
Presently near the gate he met a couple of young, good-looking girls, who as coolly as possible took him by the arm one each side. "Come along with us, dear," said one.
Charlie made very little objection, and was soon sitting on a rustic seat under the dark shadow of a big elm tree.
"How much are you going to give us, dear? You know its always money first in the park, we are so often bilked by mean fellows."
Charlie gave each girl a shilling, with the promise of another if they pleased him.
It scarcely required the groping of a soft hand inside his unbuttoned trousers to raise all his usual fiery ardor. Each girl put her arms around his neck and kissed him, the older one whispering, "You are a darling young fellow, so different from the dirty old men we generally pick up here. I should so like you to have me properly, but we can only get out Tuesdays and Fridays. Will you meet us on Tuesday and go into the Green Park. You will see lots of fun, and you can get out at any time; in Hyde Park we get shut in, and have to climb over the gate."
He could feel her give quite a shudder of desire as she said this, while one of her hands began to play with his balls. At the same time, her sister was delightfully manipulating the shaft above. They had slits in their dresses, so that both of his hands found employment, exploring and groping on the one side the soft moss of the younger one's pussy, as well as the moist slit of his principal seductress. The situation was altogether too piquant to last many moments. The ecstatic crisis came almost instantly, and he could also feel them both bedew his fingers with their female tribute to love, which his roving fingers made them feel so exquisitely.
Our hero was so pleased that he gave each one half a crown as he kissed and took leave of them, promising to keep Tuesday's appointment at the same time.
The girls left him, as they said, to go straight home, refusing his offer to treat them to a drink outside the park.
Sunday came, and with it the tea party at the pretty milliners on Store Street. His cousins called to take him with them, and the loving greeting of the young women was, if anything, even warmer than before. Bessie, the dark auburn beauty, seemed fairly to quiver with emotion as she kissed him rapturously, whispering as she did so, "You are my partner this evening, Mr. Warner."
"Nothing will please me better, Bessie, dear, for luscious as I found pretty Rosa, your riper charms must be superior to those of your sister."
"I hear what you say, Mr. Charlie. Just wait until I have a chance to pay you for your broken promises of constancy to me," laughed Rosa.
They sat down to polite tea conversation, although Bessie wasted no time in reaching for Charlie's prick under the table as they all chatted gaily.
After a little time spent in music and singing, the usual turning down of the gas took place, and our hero soon found himself and his partner seated very cozily on a sofa in one of the alcoves.
"How I have longed to caress you, Mr. Warner," sighed Bessie, "for Rosa has done nothing but talk of her darling Charlie ever since the last evening you were here, how delightfully you pleased her, and what a splendid prick you were favored with. She seems to think of nothing but you, as if you really belonged exclusively to her. But indeed, Charlie, it has made me long to feel in person those thrilling love strokes she must have enjoyed so much. What did you do to please her so?"
"I can't remember just now what we did," Charlie replied, "but no doubt as your mind is made up for a little love sport we shall play very much the same game."
His lips met hers in a long luscious kiss, so exciting that his rod was as stiff as possible, whilst her bosom rose and fell in palpitating heaves, and her arms pressed him to her.
Presently, he slipped down on his knees, and his hands explored the mysteries of her underclothing. Her thighs opened readily at the slight pressure of his hand, and he was soon in full possession of the center of attraction, which he found all glowing and wet from the effects of suppressed desire.
"I must kiss this jewel of love," whispered Charlie. "My tongue will soon make you feel all that Rosa so much enjoyed the other evening."
She inclined her body backwards, and gave up her person entirely to his tonguing caresses. Both her hands lovingly pressed the top of his head as he ravenously sucked the very essence of her life, which she constantly distilled in thick ambrosial drops under the voluptuous evolutions of his busy tongue.
Deep sighs told of the intensity of her feelings. She threw her legs over his shoulders and squeezed his face between her quivering thighs, until at length, giving one more long-drawn sigh of delight, she whispered urgently, "Now, now, Charlie, love, let me have you inside me now; you have excited me so I can't wait another moment."
No charger ever responded to the trumpet call quicker than did our hero. His trenchant weapon was brought to the fore in less time than it takes to say so, and the head, slowly entering between the well-lubricated, quivering lips of her cunt, was soon reveling in all the sweets of her desire. What heaves and sighs of excessive rapture followed this conjunction, each seeming to dissolve in ecstasy over and over again, until exhausted nature at last compelled them to call a halt.
They sat kissing and caressing each other in mutual delight for some little time, until Frank was heard to call out, "Don't you think it is time for a romp."
Harry and Charlie assenting at once, each youth slipped off his garments, and assisted his partner to do the same.
Charlie glanced about him, his appetite whetted by the jumble of naked flesh before him. He saw that Harry was being given brisk but loving spankings at the hand of the fair Annie.
Frank lay back on the couch as Rosa's luscious lips worked arduously to revive the vigor of the young man's spent prick. Her ass lifted up, the delicate white flesh invitingly exposed, Charlie could not contain himself and he approached the girl recklessly from behind as she continued her mouthing over his cousin. He raised his hand and gave her a smart slap on her ass. He could hear her muffled squeal of delight from between the thighs of Frank. This encouraged Charlie and he gave the girl a vigorous bottom-spanking.
Bessie had climbed up over her sister on the couch and was pressing her cunt into Frank's wet lips. He began to suck and tongue her in rhythm with Rosa's manipulations on his cock.
Charlie was completely inflamed by this lascivious scene and from the exertion of executing a round of love slaps onto Rosa's upturned and now crimson ass. He grabbed her hips from behind and inserted the head of his cock towards that tighter portal of love. She squealed a little but did not resist. In fact, even as she continued to energetically suck Frank's member, she pressed herself back against Charlie's stiff prick, fairly impaling herself onto it.
The ecstasy of entering her narrow ass-hole shot through Charlie's naked body, as he began pumping furiously. Each thrust forced his cousin's prick deeper into Rosa's willing throat. As he fucked the girl's backside, Charlie was graced with the vision of the wild gyrations of her sister's hips as Bessie pumped wildly over the tonguing Frank was giving her. Soon all four were screaming out in climax.
As Charlie shot his load into Rosa's clinging portal, Frank gave up his cream, which the girl swallowed hungrily. In his turn Frank gulped the sweet love juice of Bessie as she wriggled furiously over his mouth.
The four of them were sufficiently drained by their exertions that it was close to an hour before they were recovered enough to rouse Harry and Annie and gather their clothes.
-6-
Games in the green park
Tuesday, at the appointed time, Charlie went alone to meet the two little sirens of Hyde Park, and found Betsy and Sarah true to their word.
After sitting down on a quiet seat for a few minutes, where they enjoyed some kissing and groping, the two girls suggested a move to the other park, and the trio were soon seated on a bench close to the railings that divided the park from Constitution Hill.
"Now," said Betsy, "I want a proper one, my dear. Sarah will look out, so no one can surprise us, and if anyone sees us though the railings it doesn't matter."
This was a matter sooner said than achieved, for Charlie found the amorous Betsy so difficult to enter on account of the narrowness of the passage that she had to bite her lips in suppressed agony from his attempt. But courage effects everything, and she was so determined to have it that at last he found himself most deliciously fixed in the tightest sheath he had ever before entered. The pressures of the girl's sheath on his delighted cock made him come in a moment or two, providing the lubricant to ease his way, and a most luscious combat ensued. Betsy was perfectly beside herself with erotic passion, while Sarah, instead of standing guard as she ought to have done, handled his shaft and balls in her soft hand until the excitement was more than he could bear, making him actually scream with pleasure at the moment of emitting.
Charlie was so moved by the bodies of these girls in this natural setting that thoughts of water nymphs and fairies entered his mind. Soon his overactive imagination turned to more lascivious imaginings.
He suggested that the two sisters perform a little romp for him in the luxurious grass. They gleefully agreed, and before Charlie knew it the girls were lying, each with her head in the other girl's lap. Charlie's prick leapt to attention as he watched their darting tongues hungrily probe the barely covered pussies. Sarah, on top, pressed her already sopping cunt over her sister's mouth. In turn she lapped vigorously at Betsy's pussy, entering the virginal portal with her soft tongue.
The sight of the young girls eating each other so heartily was unbearably exciting. Charlie grabbed his engorged prick and massaged it furiously as the girls moaned and writhed into each other's cunts.
As he felt himself close to climax, he knelt over their shuddering bodies and let his spurt of love juice rain upon them.
To his unexpected delight, the younger girl hungrily lapped up the come that had fallen over her sister's body.
After spending an hour or two in this delicious al fresco amusement, the girls took him around the park to see the unblushing games that were going on. Soldiers fucking servant girls, old fellows fumbling young ladies for hire, and no end of the most unblushing indecency on every side-there was nothing to stop them since, by getting into Green Park before the gates closed at ten p.m. they might stop there all night, or could at any time go out by the turnstile at the end of Constitution Hill into
Grosvenor Place. The one or two bobbies who patrolled the park seemed to take no notice, or were easily squared by the girls who used the place for business. In fact, Charlie saw one stalwart guardian of the peace doing a glorious grind on the grass until a lifeguardsman came in, and, slapping his naked rump as hard as he could, told him he ought to set a better example, which caused great fun to several who were looking on, especially when the soldier challenged the policeman for half a crown to exhibit his prick against his own for that amount. The girl he was poking was to be the judge. At this moment a regular old swell came upon the scene, and offered half a sovereign as a prize in addition to the wager.
"I won't show for less than a quid," said the policeman, going on leisurely with his grinding, as he had evidently passed the crisis at the moment his ass was slapped by the soldier.
"Lend me your light then, and I will give the quid just for the view; but I'm damned if I don't have a good sight. I'd give o500 for a genuine cock-stand for once, it's so long since I had one. A fine prick just drawn from a swimming cunt is the most glorious sight in the world."
The bobby handed up his lantern to the old swell, who at once turned its glare full on the policeman's ass, standing rather behind as he did so, and even stooping a little, to throw it well underneath, and enjoy the luscious sight, as they still went on with their fucking.
"Here, my young man, lend me your cane, and I'll make him feel nice," said the old swell, tipping the guardsman.
"Right, your honor!" replied the soldier, taking out a penknife and splitting the end of the cane so as to divide it into a lot of thin ends.
Seven or eight persons were now around the fucking pair, and the gent commenced to lay on the bobby's brawny rump.
The stinging cut rang out and big weals rose at each impact, which made the fellow almost groan in pain, but in two or three minutes, it might have been less, he grew intensely excited, ramming into his girl (who evidently enjoyed it) with long, lunging strokes, as she clasped him convulsively, returning a heave of her buttocks for every home thrust.
The red weals looked as fiery as possible, for a network of lines ran all over the blushing surface, and little drops of blood were just beginning to ooze from the abraded skin, when they both seemed to come together again in a perfect frenzy of excitement.
"Now, bobby, show up, before you lose that fine stiffness, see, the guardsman has got himself ready!" exclaimed the old swell, suddenly turning the bull's-eye on the soldier, who had been masturbating himself as he enjoyed the sight, but he was nowhere in the show by the side of the tremendous truncheon that the policeman exposed as he withdrew it with a plop, all glistening with luscious moisture from the girl's yet clinging and longing crack.
The bobby had his quid, and the old fellow walked off, presumably to grope the soldier, who went with him.
Betsy and Sarah drew our hero to a quiet seat, where all three spent quite another hour fucking, groping and kissing, until at last Charlie was milked as dry as a stick, and reluctantly bade them good night, with promises of another rendezvous in a day or two.
-7-
A night in St. John's Wood
Things went quietly for a time, as the three chums had agreed to save their money for one grand spree, when their father would be out of town and never know if they stayed out all night. This was to be a grand winding-up orgy, preparatory to serious study when their term began, as all three wished to prepare themselves to succeed in some good profession.
When the day arrived, Charlie was to meet his cousins, or rather call for them, in Bloomsbury Square, about 10 p.m.
"There's some mischief on tonight, I guess," said Fanny, who had helped him to put on his overcoat. "Mind where you go to, Charlie dear. Those cousins will take you to see girls, and God only knows what you may catch!" She warned, as she threw her arms around his neck and almost sobbed with vexation. "Why can't you come back and have some of the pussy you pretend to be so fond of, instead of sleeping out as you say you are going to do?"
But he released himself as kindly as possible from the loving embrace, for fear his rising prick should lead him to give way to her endearments, and spoil him for the spree on hand.
He found Harry and Frank quite ready to start, and all three walked off in the highest possible animal spirits. They walked along Oxford Street and down Regent Street, so as to get into Coventry Street just as the theatre and music halls had dispersed their audiences to swell the usually crowded thoroughfare. A bevy of students were creating a disturbance, hustling everyone off the pavement, and behaving very roughly, even to delicate girls who might get in their way.
"Oh, do protect me, and see me safely through the crowd!" said a pretty, well-dressed girl. "Those students always frighten me so!"
"There's three of us, and we'll see you safe. Where do you want to go?"
"My brougham is waiting by Swan and Edgar's, in Regent Street; if you will see me so far, I shall be so obliged."
"And no further?" enquired Charlie, his eyes sparkling with adventure.
"Well I didn't like to be so forward. Besides, you would not like to leave your friends," she said quietly.
"Take us, too," said Harry. "Have you no lady friends you could ask to join the party. You must know a couple of pretty girls! We want to make a night of it."
"Quick, then, or we may lose them. I promised to call before twelve at Blanchard's for two friends and drive them home. You will be delighted if we find them, and I am pleased enough with my partner," she said, pressing Charlie's arm, and looking archly in his face, with an expression that spoke a whole volume of voluptuousness.
The brougham was quickly found and ordered to pick them up at Blanchard's. As they walked the short distance to the corner of New Burlington Street, Charlie inquired of his charming companion if she was prepared with supper at home, and finding her resources at that late hour not quite adequate to a party of six, they secured a large game pie, a bottle of champagne, and some brandy. Then calling for two bottles of fizz, they made the acquaintance of the other two young ladies before starting off in the brougham for Circus Road, St. John's Wood.
Three more exquisitely charming girls could not have fallen to their lot than Clara Seymour and her companions, Alice Morris and Lena Horwright, the latter an especially voluptuous creature.
They embarked on the voyage to the northwest, it being as much as they could all do to squeeze into a brougham only intended for four.
As short as the ride was, they managed to grope happily in the dark as the carriage jolted along.
Miss Seymour lived by herself in a neat little cottage residence, which had a coach-house and stable attached, Lord Cursitor, her chief patron, allowing her o150 a year to keep a man, horse, and carriage. A rather demure-looking servant ushered the party into the house, and showed them into a good-sized, elegantly furnished front parlor, which opened by folding doors into Clara's own bedroom, to which the ladies at once retired, leaving the three young gentlemen to themselves for a minute or two.
They were evidently high-spirited girls, to guess from the laughing and joking that seemed to be going on between them in the bedroom, and presently a succession of gurgling rills could be distinctly heard when they used the pot-de-chambre to relieve their slightly distended bladders.
Charlie rapped at the folding doors, saying, "I wish you ladies would lend us your spare chamber, we're simply bursting for relief."
"Are you, my dears?" said Lena, opening the door, pot in hand. "It's something thicker than water you want to get rid of, I expect, and I'll wager a sovereign not one of you can make water if I hold the chamber. Now, try!"
Charlie tried first, but the thoughts of Clara and Lena's wicked looks produced such an erection that he rushed from the pot, and placed his prick in Clara's hand, asking her to ease him at once. She drew him to the side of her bed, and raising her clothes, exposed her lovely cleft to his amorous gaze.
"My fanny always expects a little kiss first," she whispered to him, as her face flushed slightly, which added very considerably to her beauty.
Charlie was on his knees in a moment, paying his devotions to that divine, delicate-looking pink slit, shaded as it was by reddish golden hair, as soft as the finest silk. His tongue divided its juicy lips, searching out her pretty clitoris, which at once stiffened under the lascivious osculation. It was more like a rabbit's prick than anything, and his fingers could just uncover its rosy head as he gently frigged it, sucking at the same time.
A perfect shudder of emotion thrilled through her body. "Oh, oh! Fuck me, quick, your kisses have set me on fire!"
Suiting the action to the words, she threw himself backwards across the bed, and Charlie rose to the charge in a moment, throwing himself over her, pressing his lips to hers, as his distended weapon forced its way between the moist but yielding lips of her tight little cunt.
A quiver of delight thrilled through her frame as he gained complete insertion. Her lovely legs, encased in delicate drawers fringed with lace, and set off by rose-colored silk stockings and high-heeled Parisian boots, were thrown amorously over his fine manly buttocks, while his hands were clasped around her lovely rump as it rose in agitated response to his vigorous thrusts.
Harry took Alice, as Frank was Lena's cavalier, and the three couples came to a crisis in a chorus of amorous ejaculations, as the floodgates of love gave down copious streams of mingled spunk.
Presently, when the first bout was over, they sat down to supper, the gentlemen in their shirt sleeves, and the three young ladies, who had dispensed with their dresses, were most charmingly naked.
As soon as the game pie was demolished, each took a girl on his lap, alternately toasting each other, glass in hand, or groping and playing all sorts of larks with each other's pricks and cunts.
All now stripped to the buff, except the slippers and the silk stockings, which added to the natural beauty of the ladies' legs and feet.
"Alas! one prick's a farce, 'tis not enough for me. Come on, my young men, I'm game to take all three!" exclaimed Lena, springing on the bed, "I shall ride Charlie, take Harry in my ass, and Frank in my mouth." Her eyes were gleaming outrageously.
She was raging with voluptuous desire.
She sprang towards the table where the little party were still seated. She leapt atop the table, knocking away plates and glasses, pulling Charlie up with her. Pushing him back, she straddled him, opening her thighs for the love feast that was about to begin. She impaled herself greedily on his rigid cock. He was burning with desire after having watched Lena masturbate during her recitation. At once her luscious quim was filled to its utmost capacity, to be judged from the open and stretched vermillion lips clinging around his shaft.
She reached out for a glass of burgundy and tossed back the wine, bidding the other men to take their pleasure. Some of the red wine fell over her large breasts, making her wanton appearance even more pagan.
Harry, laughing at the absurdity of this sexual meal, leapt onto the table, taking his post behind Lena. He savagely shoved his cock into her exposed anus, while he reached around her chest and viciously pinched her breasts.
Frank, seconds later, kneeling over Charlie's face, presented his enormous cock to Lena's hungry mouth. She commenced setting the wild pace of this three-course love supper.
Alice and Clare, each provided with light birches, began to rap the exposed bottoms, until they fairly reddened under the smarting cuts, and quickened the love canter into an impetuous gallop so that when the emitting crisis came, the three young fellows fairly howled and shouted with excess of delighted emotion, whilst Lena, going into a fit of hysteria, laughed, cried, and stiffened herself over Charlie, almost throwing Harry out of her bottom, while her teeth closed so convulsively on Frank's prick that his delight was considerably mixed with pain.
When they had a little recovered themselves, Clara, said, "If you have ever read the Education of Laura, there is a scene there that beats you, Lena, for Rose finishes off five young fellows at once, by frigging one in each hand, as well as three, as you just had our friends."
"I could very soon do that," retorted Lena, "But I don't want to be selfish. Plus I am limited to three young cocks." She sighed balefully, but then clapped her hands and said, "Now, which of you girls will volunteer to let me birch you, to excite these three cocks to another grand fucking?"
Alice was agreeable, if someone would horse her on his back and hold her firmly by the wrists. "I'm such a coward, the first cut will make me wince, yet I know how nice and delightful the finish is," she exclaimed. Frank engaged to be the horse, as he felt rather spiteful and wished someone to feel real pain, saying he should much prefer to hold Lena on his back, and know her bottom was being well skinned for biting his poor John Thomas.
"I am very much obliged to you for your kind wishes, but Alice's tender rump will give you just as much satisfaction, poor young man, when I begin to apply some of Mrs. Martiner's scientific touches to it."
"This is a serious business," she continued, "so I shall just take a double-sized switch of twigs from the cupboard. Those thin ticklers are only useful just to touch up a man in the act of fucking. Alice's whipping shall be much more severe in order to stimulate the now languid tools of our friends, and rouse them again to a state of lustful fury."
"Oh, pray don't be too harsh, Lena," said Alice apprehensively, as she slightly resisted Harry and Charlie trying to mount her on Frank's back.
"Now, Miss Pert, no nonsense, no drawing back, or I really will make it worse for your ass!" exclaimed Lena, standing up and looking fiercely at her helpless victim, now knelt down to hold her legs while the pretty Clara promised to play with each of the gentlemen's cocks in turn, so as gradually to work them up to a state of glorious stiffness.
"Oh, it stings so! Ah, not quite so hard, Lena, dear," sighed Alice, as the first two or three strokes made her buttocks smart.
"Is that better, you rude girl? Didn't I catch you frigging yourself in bed this morning?" asked Lena, with a spiteful smile on her face.
"Ah, ah, oh, no! My God, how you cut me! I shall die. I never frigged myself. I should be ashamed to do such a thing," she sobbed, the tears trickling down her blushing face.
"Just listen to the hardened thing. It's as bad as saying I'm a liar!" retorted Lena, with two vicious cuts, which made poor Alice scream in agony, and drew the blood up under the skin of her rump.
"Ah, you bad girl, I'll whip the frigging imagine out of you. Wouldn't it be nice to be frigged just now as your fanny is rubbing against Frank's back?"
"Oh! Oh!! Oh!! ! I didn't!" screamed Alice.
The cuts fell in rapid succession on her writhing ass, which now began to exhibit pink stripes on the white skin. The victim was almost senseless. She still struggled and writhed under Lena's scathing cuts, but her head fell forward on Frank's shoulder, her face suffused with crimson flushes, and her eyes closed in a kind of voluptuous languor.
Charlie had acted on the suggestion of frigging the girl. His light touches found her excited clitoris, and made her almost faint under the combination of excitements, as she spent so profusely that her thick, creamy emission trickled over his busy fingers and down Frank's back.
"Lay her on the bed and fuck her," demanded Lena, flinging down the rod, which was considerably worn by its work. "Who'll have me on the horse-hair sofa?"
"I'm randy enough for anything, my love!" exclaimed Harry, flashing his excited cock. "Charles and Clara are not thinking of us; see. He is into her on the hearthrug-look how she heaves her butt! It's just how Adam and Eve must have fucked on the grass in Eden." Fran had thrown his rider and was thrusting into the still form of Alice on the bed. He fucked her in an avenging fury.
"Oh, it does prick the flesh so," exclaimed Lena as she plumped her bottom on the horse-hair, "It's so fine, the little prickly ends of the stiff hair are like pins, and make your ass bound under every single stroke. It's simply delicious-no one but those who try it can appreciate the delights of a horse-hair sofa fuck."
How she bounced and writhed as Harry furiously pounded his prick into her swimming cunt, which seemed to be perfectly insatiable. She was spending again and again every two or three minutes, until at last, with a perfect howl of delight, she drew down his pent-up emission, which shot up into her vitals like a stream of liquid fire.
Kissing, they lay entranced in each other's arms for a few minutes, until someone remarked that it would be soon time for breakfast, if they didn't have a little rest.
Thus ended an ever-to-be-remembered night of Charles Warner's student life, and after breakfast a few hours later they left the three ladies with many expressions of gratification, and promises to renew the pleasure of the past night at an early opportunity.
-8-
A lark on the queen's birthday-the illumination night
Four a.m., on a glorious sunny morning, Charlie Warner opened his eyes to find himself lying in Fanny's arms, almost naked on his bed, the covering having evidently slipped off onto the floor during the amorous play of the preceding night. They were fast embraced, or rather locked together, his prick as stiff as possible, throbbing against the soft ivory skin of his companion's belly, the curly hair of their organs of love mingling together in the close conjunction of their bodies.
Fanny's lips were slightly open, displaying a lovely set of small pearly teeth, while her arms clasped him with a light nervous tremor, as if she were still dreaming of the delights of the past night.
"She fucked me as dry as a stick last night," thought Charlie, "yet I feel brimming over with spunk again, and ready to spend over her navel."
"Wake up, Fanny, my love!" he softly whispered, putting two fingers into her still damp slit, and rubbing gently on her excited clitoris. "Wake up, sleeping beauty, I must have one quick. See how stiff he is. Look, darling. Dont you know that this is the Queen's birthday, 24th of May. In honor of her Majesty, I mean to fuck as many girls as I can today, at least between now and tomorrow morning, and I mean to begin with you."
"You randy fellow, do you think I will oblige you after such a speech as that?" laughed Fanny, as she woke with a start. "I can't help myself this minute, because I've been dreaming of you all night. You seemed always in me, spending and spending until I was actually dissolving in love, and then you wake me up with a reference to having other girls during the day. I can't refuse this delicious morsel just now, but it will be different when you come home tonight, after your day's working. I shall look at you with disgust then.
"Oh, put it into me quick!" she exclaimed with a sigh. She opened her legs, to receive the object of her desire.
It was a short, hot affair, as most first fucks in the morning are, when the blood is heated from wine and sleep.
He stroked her twice, to Fanny's infinite satisfaction, before he withdrew from the tight folds of her deliciously warm cunt.
Then they slept until nearly six o'clock, when Fanny had to get up for her daily work.
Our friend Charlie indulged in another two hours' snooze, until he was awakened by the sensation of feeling his prick sucked by a delightfully warm mouth, and found Mrs. Letsam, his landlady, indulging in one of her erotic suckings. The thought that she was cleaning his cock of all the dried-up spendings that Fanny had left on it so excited his imagine that he came in a perfect frenzy of emission, until the spunk fairly frothed in her mouth and oozed from its corners, as she ravenously swallowed every drop.
After breakfast, Charlie again racked off Fanny's juice on the sofa, and then left to call upon Clara, in her little house at St. John's Wood.
Only Lena was at home with Clara, but they were overjoyed to see him so brim full of spirits, and his prick, as soon as he got into their company, was as rampant as ever.
The two girls were having a light breakfast, as they sat in their dressing gowns, fresh from their baths, their cheeks rosy with youthful health, their morning energy at such a pitch that they were in a state of voluptuous readiness fit for the reception of a fine young fellow like Charlie.
Each pretty girl tipped him the velvet end of her tongue, as he kissed their cherry lips, Lena saying, "How nice of you to call so early, Mr. Warner. It is just in time to give each of us 'one of them,' before we go out for a drive around Regent's Park. Don't you know a fuck is truly delicious to a girl in the morning, just after she has had her cold bath, when she is all aglow, and the blood tingles through her veins from head to foot?"
"A cup of coffee, and then-" said Clara, pouring out one for their visitor.
"Without milk or sugar, if you please," replied Charlie. "I shall get all that as I lick you both, and suck up your spendings."
Impatient for another fuck, he led them into the bedroom. They were soon as naked as Cupids, and Charlie, making them lean back on the bed, sucked each delicious cunt in turn, until they writhed and spent on his active tongue, as its ravishing touches rolled round their lascivious clitorises.
"This is Clara's house, so she is entitled to have the first put-in," said Lena, "and you shall suck as much honey as you can from my little buttercup fanny, whilst you fuck her."
"We'll show you a new position, Charlie dear," added Clara, as she extended herself on the bed.
"Get between my legs and as soon as you are in-yes, that's it, now throw your left leg up over my loins, and put your right under my right leg, and then lay your body away from me, fork fashion. Now go ahead, suck Lena as she sits up and presents her ass to your lips; isn't it nice? Your cock goes into the exact corner of my quim, and touches the very entrance to my womb! Ah, ah! Oh, oh! You do make me spend. I can't help it. Go on quicker, dear young man! Ah, Lena, it drives me mad. He makes me melt all over."
Charlie, on his part, was in ecstasy, and his delighted prick was so sensitive to the clinging grip of Clara's lascivious fanny, that he was compelled to cry out that he could not bear it any longer as his hot spunk spurted into her cunt. All the while his tongue ran in little circles around the open rose of Lena's ass-hole. Lena had leaned forward and was having a taste of Clara's beautiful strawberry tits.
Lena was so randy that she took possession of Charlie's cock the instant he withdrew, and, doubling her knees up toward her face, threw her legs over his shoulders, as he rammed it into her longing gap, while Clara lovingly kissed, sucked, and tongued his balls and ass from behind, her busy fingers doing their best by handling his impetuous shaft as it worked in and out of Lena's foaming cunt, which was literally overflowing with thick creamy emissions.
He kept himself back for a final spend, and so drew out the length of that glorious fuck, that Lena groaned in her unsatisfied lust, and fixed her teeth in his shoulders, until her lips were crimsoned in his blood.
Clara, all the while, frigged herself with one hand, and at the finish, they rolled over together in a perfect fury of amorous frenzy.
After this, Charlie dressed himself, placed two sovereigns on the dressing table, although the dear girls protested they would not take his money as he had pleased them so, then, taking leave of them as they still lay on the bed, rang the bell for the servant to show him out. As he left the two young women, they were already engaged in a new bout of pussy sucking and graceful caresses together.
Emma, the servant, was a pretty little brunette, about eighteen, and as the saying is, "fresh cunt, fresh courage." Charlie put half a crown in her hand as he kissed her behind the door, and whispered, "My dear, I should like to fuck you. You shall have half a sov if you run down and let me in at the area door, as I pretend to go out down the front steps."
Without speaking, she returned the kiss and shut the door sharply behind him. So, running down to the area, he was presently in the arms of another sweet, randy girl.
His prick stood in a moment, as he lifted her onto the kitchen table and put his hands up her clothes, their lips meeting in luscious kisses and tonguings.
Emma was quite as hot as her mistress, and fucked with all the abandon of a true little whore. He stood at the edge of the table ramming deeper and deeper into her, holding her wrists down, until he gave her cunt a warm douche of the elixir of life.
Her eyes were shut, and her head rested on his shoulders, as she whispered, "Oh, give me another before you go, it was such a beautiful fuck. I don't often get a treat like that. Oh, do, do! There's a dear!"
Luckily for him, just then, the upstairs bell rang, and he was able to effect a hasty retreat up the area steps.
Taking a cab, he called on his cousins to arrange for the evening, after which he returned to his own rooms, and rested the remainder of the day.
About 10 p.m. found our three chums, arm in arm, elbowing their way down Regent Street, where the crowd became denser every moment, at places making the street quite impassable where the illuminations were more splendid than ordinary.
The groping of cocks and cunts seemed the proper thing to do. Everyone in the crowd seemed to understand that, and the three friends had immense fun with a modest lady and her pretty daughter, who, although indignant, were perfectly helpless, and were so teased and handled that they sighed and spent with desire, in spite of the shame that they felt.
Next, a large, closed furniture-removal van attracted their attention. It had portholes, like a ship, along the sides, and was lighted up inside.
Charlie mounted on one of the heels, until he could peep inside, and found two old swells and several girls, nearly as naked as they could be, sporting their quims to amuse the old fellows, who had each got one of the nymphs of the pavement to frig him.
"Hullo!" shouted Charlie, forcing in the round glass, which acted on a pivot. "Don't you want some real fucking in there? We've got three good stiff pricks out here, if you'll let us in."
"Eh! Egah! It wouldn't be amiss," said one of the old gents. "Let's have them in for a lark."
It was a matter of the greatest difficulty to effect an entrance by getting around to the rear of the van and squeezing through the partially opened door.
"You look proper sparks," said one of their entertainers, opening a bottle of fizz. "Just a wet, by way of introduction, then the girls will soon take the stand out of you. Have you had some good gropes among the crowd?"
"Just what we wanted! They're three beauties," exclaimed the girls, as they brought out the stiff pricks of Charlie, Harry, and Frank.
There were six girls in all, and the three chums had all their work to do to give a fuck to each girl in turn. This, however, they did, much to the delight of the two great old fellows, who handled their fine firm pricks with unbounded delight and licking their fingers with great gusto, after they had thrust them into the wet quims of the girls, to see how the fucking was going on.
One of their hosts in particular was ravenous to lick up all the spending from the swimming cunts after each go-in.
Little notice was taken of the illuminations as the lumbering van slowly forged its way through the surging crowd, which little suspected the lascivious orgy being enacted inside the sober-looking van.
For three hours the game was kept up with spirit, until the three friends were so tired out and overcome by the champagne they had taken, that, when at length the van was driven into the grounds of a private house and stopped before the hall door, they were too stupid even to put on their clothes, and along with the girls were carried into the house by two or three flunkeys, who deposited the dissipated crew on some ottomans and sofas in a large and brilliantly lighted saloon.
About five in the morning our hero quite recovered himself, and waking from the short, deep, drunken sleep, found the sun streaming in through a window. Drawing aside the light lace curtains, he found it looked onto a beautiful croquet ground surrounded by parterres of splendid flowers, and screened on every side by dense foliage of shrubs and trees.
Turning to the apartment, Charlie saw the two old gentlemen fast asleep in armchairs, each with his trousers down, and a naked girl resting her head on his thigh, side by side with the languid prick, which she had been in the act of sucking when they were all overcome by sleep.
Frank and Harry were lying mixed up with the other four girls on a very large and splendid catskin rug, all naked, forming a charming tableau, as the golden ray of the sun glanced on the warm flesh tints.
Just then a lovely young lady, wrapped in a dressing gown peeped into the room and Charlie, all naked as he was, bounded across from the window to meet her, but she put her finger to her lips and signalled him to follow her as she withdrew from the room. He crossed the vestibule close behind her into a magnificent boudoir. She locked the door and threw herself into his arms, exclaiming, "At least, I am sure you are not one of the filthy unnatural fellows my uncles usually bring here. Oh pity me, for I am a prisoner in this house-they have cheated me out of my father's immense fortune and made me their housekeeper. In the hope of some day succeeding to what they have cheated me out of, I have to shut my eyes and pretend not to see their horrible goings on, and even sometimes myself submit to their unnatural whims, without ever getting from them the satisfaction which a warm female nature requires. My case is like that of the lady you read of in the Arabian Nights, who although the jealous genie kept her locked in a glass box, yet managed now and then to get a fresh lover. But very few suitable youths come to this house, they are mostly those debased men-women who prostitute themselves for money. Only four times in three years have I had the delight to welcome to my boudoir such a one as I could surrender myself to. Do you know why you awoke first? It is because, when I looked over the lustful group asleep after their beastly orgy, you charmed my eye, so scattering some drops of a very somniferous essence over all the others, I applied reviving salts to your nostrils, and here you are my prize. We're safe for several hours!" She opened her dressing gown and threw her lovely naked form upon his equally nude figure.
Receiving her in his arms, his prick as rampant as ever (how could it be otherwise when thus challenged by such a lovely creature), taking her in his embrace, he carried her a few steps until she fell back upon a soft, wide couch.
Her delicate hand had already taken possession of his throbbing staff and applied its head to her burning notch, which was literally brimming over from a luscious anticipatory emission.
Drawing him upon her, her legs crossed over his buttocks, her hips thrust in enraptured delight, as the shaft slowly entered the well-lubricated yet tight sheath.
Then they paused for a moment or two, hugging and kissing, tongue to tongue, as both evidently thoroughly enjoyed the sense of possession they imparted to each other by mutual throbs and contractions, until, giving a long-drawn deep sigh of desire, she challenged him by her motions to ride on and complete her happiness.
Charlie literally trembled with emotion and the rapidity with which this bewildering and luscious adventure had fallen upon him. Her first few moves made him spend before he wished to, and, in spite of his unsatisfied desires, his prick at once lost its stiffness, to the great chagrin of the lovers.
"Ah, I understand," she exclaimed. "It is overexcitement, after the enervating debauch of last night. Wait a moment, my dear, and we will soon be happy enough!"
She ran to a cabinet for some eau de cologne and sprinkled a few drops over his excited face. Then she poured the rest of the bottle into a small china bowl with water and sponged his limp prick. After drying it on a soft handkerchief, she kissed and sucked and caressed the manly jewel with such marvelous endearment that she soon had him standing again in all his glory. The sight of the ruby head and ivory shaft seemed to quite ravish her senses, for she threw herself on the sofa, and begged him at once to let her have the only thing that could possibly assuage her raging lasciviousness.
"Ah, I'm afraid you'll think me awfully lewd!" she sighed, blushing more crimson than ever.
This charming appeal was irresistible; he now charged her foaming fanny with such effect that she raved in ecstasies of delight, biting and kissing him by turns in her voluptuous frenzy, twisting, squirming, and then stiffening out straight in the dying ecstasies of spending, his cock all the while reveling in the warmth and extraordinary lubricity of the tight grasping sheath, which held it so passionately that it stiffened more and more from excessive lust, and when he came it was quite a painful acme of delight. The tip of his cock was so tender that he positively could not bear the loving, sucking contractions of her womb as it drank up every drop.
After a while they renewed these delights, and kept it up, until prudence dictated his return to the saloon, where the sleepers were still unawakened. Charlie, dressing himself, roused Frank and Harry and assisted them to dress, then slipping away for a moment to his bewitching and mysterious lover, took a regretful leave. They left the house, leaving the two old gentlemen and the girls to wonder what had become of them whenever they might rouse themselves up.
Charlie felt as if he had left a princess captive in an evil castle of torments. So smitten was he with the passions of the young woman held captive that he was determined that he would somehow save her. As he rode home with his three exhausted cousins, he fell into a deep sleep. His dreams were centered on his damsel. He rode forth to save her....