The highly erotic, sensational subject matter of "Sock It To Me, Lover" is the work of the young English writer, Gene Halliday. This completely frank treatment of young people in various forms of sexual perversion quickly became one of the most sought after pieces of erotica in London. However, the book was ordered removed from the stall and further printing prohibited. It was also banned in Paris and in Brussels. Still, the book had a flourishing "underground" circulation among European fanciers of the "avante garde" in erotica.
The reader can gain much insight into the origins of the various types of sexual neuroses by a study of the characters in this book. The comments of the famous psychoanalyst, Dr. Ferenczi may also be enlightening:
"My patient, Mr. X. was a wealthy young man whose parents brought him to me after he had been arrested while masturbating in public in a crowded park.
"During analysis Mr. X. told me that from the age of ten he began to have a very peculiar interest in black patent leather shoes. He began to masturbate at the age of thirteen, but in order to have an ejaculation he had to be looking at a pair of black patent leather shoes.
"As he matured, he felt no interest in having a woman and preferred to masturbate. When in college, his friends took him to a house of prostitution. When the girl disrobed and was nude before him, he fled from the room and masturbated in an alley in the street outside.
"More and more he felt himself drawn to young men who wore the fanciest and latest clothes, as well as patent leather boots. He would look through magazines with pictures of such men and masturbate when he found one especially to his liking. His ideal was to live with such a man and practice mutual masturbation.
"Unable to have his wish, he would introduce an imitation rubber penis into his anus, and while moving it in and out he would imagine himself having intercourse with his ideal man in patent leather boots. At the same time he would masturbate. During this imitation of intercourse, he would wear shorts made of the finest red silk.
"Matters progressed to the point where he would write his name and phone number on the walls of public toilets stating that his penis and rectum were available 'to good-looking guys wearing black leather boots'."
The reader should become aware that deeply entrenched perversions are best treated by a qualified psychiatrist.
Continental Classics is presenting this book in its complete and unexpurgated entirety. Because of the nature of the themes in this book, it is recommended only for the graduate student and mature adult reader.
Allan Saunders, M.A. New York City May, 1968
Archive Note: The large number of misspellings present in the original pocketbook are faithfully reproduced in this text. No attempt whatsoever has been made to correct those misspelled or misused words.
Archive Note: The writer did indeed go from Roman numerals to Arabic, and back again, in the actual pocketbook.
LOVING CHRISTINE
CHAPTER I
Adorable Christine.
She just hung up. I'm standing here with receiver in my hand and still glued to my ear. If I put it back on the hook all the charm of our contact and fragility of our emotions will be broken.
Because this far-off voice I have just heard is a renewal of our fond past relation.
The rememberances of by-gone days. A voice on the telephone is more than ten letters exchanged over a period of weeks, even months. A few words spoken, though some hundreds of miles off, has caused a feverish glow, sharp images and unforgettable moments of distant years.
* * *
1938 -Nearly 20 years have passed by. Twenty unyielding years, without seeing Christine. How foolish and futile. It was impossible to guess that after such a long absence she would still kindle within my entire being those deep thoughts and warm flames of yesteryears.
Why deny it? I have always been afraid of suffering for her and suffering by her... And however, it would have only been justified. It was I who destroyed my happiness, our happiness.
Am I really sincere when I find today certain excuses for acting the way I have? I was young then. We were both young...
But does that allo%v us to break everything? Just because we were happy too young does not mean that we should have doubted that it would last. And even if we thought tha there would be simple suffering now and then, this was not a good enough reason to make the one you love suffer so.
I was too spoiled by her, too pampered by that adorable mistress of mine. Lovely Christine...
My overwhelming happiness made me afraid. So, foolishly, I brought it to an end.
* * *
1938 -I was only eighteen. I had just arrived from New York.
My father was killed in the Firts World War, just as I was born. My mother died of grief soon after. I was raised by my grandparents in the country. My principle interests were in mechanics and electricity. I wanted to be an inventor and create new machines.
At the age twenty-one I would receive a handsome fortune. My grand-parents put aside all their money which was growing steadily and I was their only their. They adored me and I was extremely fond of them.
* * *
But in order to finish my studies, I was forced to come to New York. It was then that my grandparents called upon Timmy Gaston.
Actually he was ony a distant relation. But with the lack of a tightly-knit family, the remaining family tried to bring every-one together. This is how Timmy Gaston was brought in to the tribe.
As for me, for some rather deep reasons, although my name was Morris, I became dubbed by the whole family as 'cuz\ This was my name forever after.
At thai time Timmy was about forty years of age. He was a good fellow, and a courageous worker. From his parents he received a handsome home in the near-by countryside. He ran a hardware store which did well and was located in the heart of the village.
Timmy was a happy man, fulfilled in many ways. He had an excellent wife and was the happy father of an adorable sixteen year-old daughter. This young girl was on the way to becoming a ravishing woman. This delicious creature as you can guess was called Christine.
Although she was quite occupied with her studies, she was pleasant enough to offer in their small commercial enterprise.
* * *
Ah, Adorable Christine. How lovely she was then. And now?...
She was of average height with distinctive fine features and extremely well-proportionned. Her body was supple and warm. Her walk was graceful and soothing. With tiny breasts pointed upward she was the young princess of my heart.
How delicious she was with her abundance of thick brown hair, glistening clean, her almond eyes, alert and calm. Could I ever forget that firm mouth and the rhythm of her red lips; that mouth as succulent as the ripest of fruits, begging to be kissed.
She was gifted with warm laughter which sang from the basement to the attic. And when she laughed there was sunshine everywhere.
Beautiful Christine It would be necessary to be a Saint not o be able to notice that form with it's splendid offerings. Those smooth well-shaped legs leading up to two sweetened cheeks under a light frock which held tight the wonders of Christine. Ah, the undulation of her walk and her very breathing filled me with an ardent desire and then, I dared not assume too much.
* * *
Timmy didn't see any difficulty at all. It was decided that as soon as the vacation would come to an end, I should come and live with him. He was going to look after me and counsel me in the right courses at the university. He even set up a budge and was preparing to lodge me and feed me gratuitously. I possessed a driving licence and when he needed me in store for deliveries, he would use my services.
During the nights my time would be free. Timmy was even going to give me some pay.
-'That will give you a little pocket money' he added.
He was alright, this cousin Timmy.
My life in New York became organised and regular.
Between my courses at the university and my home studies and store deliveries for Timmy, my time was well taken.
Although I was rather attached to my studies, I found that my delivery work opened new horizons which I had not expected.
My functions as delivery man paid little in cash, but provided other reards; primarily that of meeting women clients who seemed more interesting than the banal young students.
I was already a man, well-built, athletic. It is true that I appealed to women. It did not take me long to find out. This asset helped me to accomplish my sexual education quite agreeably.
I must admit that I was sorely lacking in this phase of study.
* * *
Truthfully, I had never really tasted the joys of love making. Naturally like any normal kid I was attracted by 'it'. However, I had never gone too far with these amusements. It was usually the 'touch it' games and let me see you do 'peepee' that the young boys and girls of the neighborhood deemed as exciting.
Happily I had the experience of farm life where I was able to work hard and push and feel hardy peasants. I immensely enjoyed the contact with those country girls.
To tell the truth, now that I recall, it was rather those buxom lasses that took me and lead me into the realms of love. Yes it was certainly they who took the initiative more than I.
One thing at least, those little adventures verified one conclusion. My instrument was of a fine caliber and amazing proportions. Those girls were quite happy to be in front of such a smooth-running and capable engine. They showed their approval and I have proof of that.
Yes, I had proven myself and was proud of it. in the country with its colorful maidens I was flattering and I needed some male assurance. And in the country with its coorful maidens I was reassured.
* * *
Women are rather talkative. They have their little secrets which are carried about. As for my secrets, I felt they we rewell guarded.
Timmy and his wife were happy to see me take an interest in the store, but they were far from guessing the reasons why.
The only one in the family who had an tinkling of it, that is my zealousness and joy, was the noble little Christine.
She seemed jealous and hesitant to know what to do. This was not the sort of girl who was given over to scenes and she never let on to her parents of my strange state.
However when we were alone she seemed to put forth questions quite vigorously and with intention.
She detested my courtly manner with her. Since she had her coquettish side and was not in the least modest on certain points, I consented to her requests before I realized that her temptation would permanently stamp me. At first it was uniquely due to her parents that I became affectionate with her. I loved the family and did not want to see them dishonored and hurt.
* * *
My exploits irritated Christine who began to chide me severely. Susan, Pauline, Francis...
One by one, she knew --by some sort of feminine intitution -who my mistresses were.
Some days she would rage with jealousy and then tired out from her ridiculous and futile scandal, she would throw herself into my arms. And then she would succomb to my charms or the idea she had about them.
-'You imbecile' -she admonished me. It's better between cousins anyway, and besides I'm not really your cousin'.
I had to call upon my good sense not to take her then. I held back with all my energy and did not even take her in my arms.
She continued to berate me and her eyes were filled with tears.
-'Then you really don't like me. I don't please you at all'. -She finished with a burst of tears.
I consoled her very tenderly. Ill the time avoiding putting my arms about her.
V
These chaste contacts would have lasted indefinitely if it weren't that Christine had her plans. She took the initiative and put an end to our platonic relation.
One Monday I returned from my usual deliveries, and found Christine in my room.
She was in my bed and completely nude. Her arms were folded at the back of her head and her little breasts darted up to the ceiling. Her bearing was proud and seductive. A pair of crossed thighs revealed some fuzzy pubic hairs at her lower belly. She looked at me longingly and without flinching. Christine bad decided and her bull-headedncsse was gravely marked over her lovely face.
-'What are you doing there' ?' -I tried to shake her. 'Are you out of your mind' ?. I didn't raise my voice for fear of attracting the attention of her parents who , were on the floor below. Monday the shop was closed and they were probably enjoying their siesta.
Christine casually lifted her shoulders.
-'You can speak normally'-Christine offered. My parents have gone to the cinema and they won't be hack until late' She got up from her horizontal position and sat on the bed in a frightful manner.
-'They won't be back until very, very late' she hinted. 'Papa went to buy a truck, a small delivery truck. It's to surprise you' She pumped to her feet and came snuggling up to me. Her arms folded around my neck.
-'As for your little Christine' -she cooed. 'She was told to stay home and see that her little 'Cutz' eats well and I've been instructed to fix his meals'. I was quite conscious that I was being made a fool of and was had right there and then. I couldn't even find a word to say. Here was this little enchanting devil enticing me.
Slyly, she moved away, always considering her advantage aver me.
-'Don't be annoyed. You'll have as much as you wish to eat, and even more than that if you desire'...
Then she started to tap the floor and with a start of violent rage she pushed me toward the bed.
-'First we're going to make love together. Did you ever think that I needed^ to make love too? And right now...' Before I could come to my senses, we were on the bed together. She was covering me with kisses and was rubbing her body against mine.
Breathing deeply, she began to moan softly...
CHAPTER 2
Adorable Christine!
What fond memories I cherish of that firts 'combat' of love we engaged in.
You were so passionate that you were the one who took me by storm that day. And however it was you who was the virgin.
A virgin. Yes, you were a virgin then. I don't want to tell you how surprised I was.
If I had known? But how was I to know tbat no one had touched you before me?And it was you that stripped me, ripping off my clothes one by one and then smoothering me with burning kisses.
And once I was nude, again it was you that took my handsome scepter in your hand and caressed and paid hommage to it.
Our small chests pressed against each other and we both felt our hearts pounding in common consent. You had a lover's pale look with contrated nostrils and troubled breathing.
You drew me to you. Then in your dreamy eyes I saw that you were being invaded by a sudden fear...
But I had not even thought for a moment that you were a novice to the act of love-making. I had only known you vigorous, warm and decided.
You trembled like a leaf in a storm when you spread your soft thighs apart. My feverish hands sought out your humid sex with its adorable rose lips amidst a warm soft fur, clean and silken.
When I entered, you let go a sich. Your eyes closed. And yet I was not brutal with you. My rigid .arm buried itself slowly in what had not considered as unexplored territory.
And while you were sighing, I was possessing you ever so slowly and religiously. Always holding off until last so that I woud come at the same time as you.
Little by little our gentle moans became a happy cry which we both shared together. You cried out of happiness and joy. And we both attained that marvelous harmony on the banks of delirious pleasure.
We lay with our head throbbing with pleasure and we felt the ache in our bodies as though we were being transported to another land. Tired and happy we reposed in each others arms, immobile, locked, incapable of returning to our senses. I placed my entire weight on you but you did not shake me off.
Slowly, you awakened from the lethargy and caressed my hair and then my face. I looked at you and smiled.
You smiled back, a timid smile. In your eyes were tears of happiness.
In one deep breath, your murmured.
-'It was the first time, darling Cuz... the first time' Then understood that I had broken you open and slightly wounded you. I realised what I had done.
-'Did I hurt you badly? -I asked.
-A little of course, but it was so good, so good after' Your smile was exquisite. You gave yourself to your new happiness.
We didn't need to say any more for all was said. I discovered for the first time her adorable body. Gods of the gods how lovely she was, my little Christine.
Her long legs and firm thighs, her flat stomach and her full hips, those breasts hard and pointed beckoning to be fondled. All of this pervaded me and I lost my head. I planted kisses everywhere... here and there... all over.
* * *
And that was the beginning of our beautiful love.
You were the exclusive one, naturally. And you never allowed me to deviate.
I had to keep my kisses for you alone, my desires and my caresses. I didn't have to search any farther. No mistress could have given me what you were capable of with your new-found fugues and science of pleasure.
Our love created a new world for us. You knew how to invent and create new caresses which were just for us. You wanted to learn everything and try everything under the sun. What a marvelous student of love you were. Quickly you became more advanced than 1, and I must admit it. That which you did not know, you guessed, instinctively well.
* * *
What splendid hours of love-making we have known. Indeed we had to find time for rest between our acts and even here you were an expert of fine judgment.
Your audacity fills me with a kind of nostalgy to this very minute. How you would come to me and redouble our pleasure even at the risk of being found out by your parents.
It is true that Monday was a very special day for us. It was on that day that your parents visited the provinces and we made good use of their absence.
* * *
It was on a Monday, I remember now, that for the first time, I possessed you from behind. Until then our act was normal and I had taken you by all the usual positions. Often, however we had talked about this new offering and decided to partake in it.
But you were afraid. It is true that you allowed me certain caresses. For example you adored to have me dip my tongue in your rosebud and you would open up as wide as possible, in order for me to penetrate the deepest level.
* * *
I had noticed for several weeks that your aperture was becoming larger, but I merely thought that it was due to my many hot embraces. My tongue was finding a new depth in that warm nest and discovering a greater comfort than before. As I moved it about in a multiple of directions your behind, sweet and smooth, woidd become animated and frizzle with pleasure.
That Monday was a memorable one. We had the entire day for ourselves. Your parents left early and had warned us that they would not be home before midnight.
You wanted to bring me breakfast in bed, playing the young wife.
After a wholesome breakfast, we played nakedly in our bed. It began there. Generally we always began with warm kisses in which you stretched out on your belly with your thighs wellspread apart. I gazed at your lovely round rump and your adorable fruit with it's shinny opening. The rose seemed to gather its dew .
Your head reposing to two folded arms gathered me up with a long look. At the bottom of those gorgeous eyes I felt a troubled expression.
-'Darling... Put your tongue in my ass-hole. I want it so badly' Your voice was muffled and a bit hoarse. My heart started to beat quickly. My blood seemed to grow more warm by the minute.
I leaned over you. You yawned the great mound and pushed it out to it's maximum. My tongue slowly ventured into the miniature cavern. It touched the sides before going deeper.
I heard you breathing in gulps and starts. A broiling and puffing that I had not as yet known. Then your buttocks began to fidget in every direction. You purred with pleasure as you wriggled about...
-'Put in your finger' -she beckoned.
I obeyed as your slave. You sucked on my index finger and your saliva and tongue prepared the loving instrumen.
-'Try and put it all the way in' Carefully, trying not to hurt you with my nail, I pushed my finger in to the hilt. I started a rhythm which was answered back by the ondulating upheaval of your buttocks.
I felt the wonderful suppleness of your luscious body.
-'Oh it's good. Try putting in another finger' I took out my index finger and then lubricated it along with another. I stuck the two in together and it combined with the love juices of my partner. You met this new attempt with cries of joy. Your head was partially buried in the pillow.
-'Try making love to me' -you begged. I reflected.
-'I may hurt you, you know?'You began to laugh nervously.
-'Try anyway, slowly' You turned over and said.
-'Wait, I'm going to lick you a little that will give it a chance to get in easier' Lovingly you put a thick layer of saliva on my gland and I felt it tingle with delight.
-How do you want me to be?' -you asked. I made you lie on your side and spread your buttocks apart. Then I crawled behind you. Cautiously I tried your regular hole to obtain the nectar of love on my instrument which was as hard as a rock.
With a great deal of consideration, I entered bit by bit. You moaned a little but kept stretching v.ider and wider.
Then suddenly you let out a sharp cry.
But ir was a victorious cry. It was yourself tliat had accomplished the absorption of my wan^ in your rear burial ground. And your little cheeks swallowed me up gleefully. I was still afraid of hurting you by my movements which may have been a little too brusk.
It was because of your voracious appetite that my prick was able to come and go and lather in that special area. My dart went to the point, right to the maximum.
The base of my dick was deliciously entwined by pour elastic slice of muscles. I had to call upon my entire energy to keep from exploding right there and then.
You probably felt the efforts I was using to keep from coming. You turned your head toward me and with an expressive look you bade me.
-'Come now, Darling'... Give me your pleasure' I let myself go and had my pleasure. I no longer moved but let go of my load in bubbling jets of liquid. You had also received your pleasure and it shock your body with a great deal of healthy violence.
We remained for almost an hour enterlaced in each other's arms.
* * *
You had a special taste for this sort of amusement. From that time on, every pretext was used hat would have me take you from the rear. Evidentally the most valuable one was the can celling out of possible pregnancy. You insisted in this charming game.
I was astonished at the ease I had in adapting to this new paradise. Before that, I felt that only my tongue was big enough for that orifice.
You kidded me when you offered the explanation for such an adventure.
You admitted that for several weeks preparations were made with the use of objects of various sizes and shapes in order to enlarge the back hole. An .abundant use of vaseline made things easier.
The last few days you used some thick bananas which you took from the store. And once, you even left it in you the entire night. In this maimer, you prepared the way which permitted my staff to enter with a reasonable facility.
Oh, ardent Christine, you were responsible for this vice and even today I dream of still possessing it. How often I think or ramming it until my balls ache into that joyful rear that proclaimed my fondest pleasure.
* * *
To still have you?
Without doubt, I should have been able to conserve your ever-consenting loye.
But it was I who left. I was responsible for leaving you. And if tonight you wish to pardon me, you must keep the the glow of our love vigorous and glowing as when you were 18 years old. Remerber ?
CHAPTER III
Like a coward I fled from our happiness together.
The sudden news of my grand ather's death came as a surprise and interupte our delightful union.
You were already looking at the future with certain eyes. You already considered yourself my life -long companion. I shared in your enthusiasm.
Why did I give in to my grandmother and choose to stay with her, renouncun my projects at least temporarily? I continued to follow courses at he university in an attempt to realise my amibitions.
* * *
Why? Perhaps it was just that; an outlandish ambition which made me think that a home life would be gray and somber. A wife who was formerly my mistress would not be sufficient.
Perhaps I felt that your passion for me could not last and that out first adventures would never be regained. I was afraid to suffer.
Then. I wrote and told you that the death of my grand-father had changed everything for me. I wrote a cold letter, direct, and to the point.
You battled against my decision and exchanged letter for letter. You begged me and humiliated yourself.
To your tender cries and beeching, I turned a deaf ear.
Timmy was not at all sure off your attachment for me, but how could he have known the truth.
Undoubtedly he looked upon me as an ingrate and he regretted that you were so fond of me.
* * *
The war came. Five long years I remaine in uniform. Without being an unnecessary hero, I accomplished my task and traveled Europe. Perhaps it was in order to prove to myself that I was not a coward after all.
The armistice was signed. I returned to New York, but everything had changed.
My grandmother had died. Timmy had sold his stop and started up a more important business in the west. Since that time he has done marvelously well.
You married a young fellow that you didn't love. He was not only insignifiant but he wronged you whenever he wanted to.
Perhaps I was able to win you back. But you avoided me, probably because your father advised you to do so.
* * *
I then understood how foolish I had been. But it was too late.
I worked hard simply to be able to forget you. I even succeeded. My association with � friend that I met in the service proved profitable. We branched out our electronic firm. We were in demand in several states. But always behind that superficial success, I was dragging the heavy coils of regret.
Then, one day, I received a letter from Timmy My horizon changed from that day forth.
You became a widow. Timmy declared that he was tired and needed someone like me to help him launch a new business which involved you and was important to everyone.
I answered his letter. Our relations were renewed. You planed to come New York and settle indefinitely.
* * *
I wrote you a long better. It wasn't a letter justifying my past crimes, but simply a sketch asking for you to forgive me. I didn't want to solicit your love -which had probably died long since-but begged you to be a friend.
I waited impatiently. Eight long days followed without a response. Eight long pitiful days of anxiety.
* * *
But this morning... a miracle. You telephoned me. Your voice was the same warm voice that I remembered.
-'Darling Cnz' It's me Christine.* You gave me back my joy, my happiness... Especially when you told me that you would be in New York at the Peen Station at eight that night.
-'Come and get me. You'll be able to know me I haven't changed that much, and I'm sure I'll know you, Darling, anywhere'... * * *
Each day I had dreamed of this moment. Days interlocked together, and now I aws going to see her once again.
Once more I was going to live as I had in my younger days...
CHAPTER 4
With heating heart, like a college freshman, I went to the train station. I got there a good hour before the arrival of her train.
I wanted to laugh at myself, but it was not worth the trouble. Impossible. I was nervous, unsettled, and I consulted my watch on every possible occasion comparing it with the station clock. I wanted to control the minutes that would bring my Christine back to me.
* * *
This time the train came in. But once it settled in the station, my anxiety redoubled. How was I going to find her in that crowd which was invading the station like so many mice ?
People were shoving one another left and right.
She 6aid she would be wearing a black suit. How was I ever going to recognize her with all that crowd of people ?
* * *
-'Darling Cuz' It was she who recognized me and threw herself in my arms.
She flung herself at me and embellished me with kisses, as though we had been together only that last week.
What a hurricane of kisses she gave.
But we weren't going to stay there, under the reprimanding eyes of all the passengers. I picked up her baggage. There was only one bag. I became worried.
-'Is this all you have ?' She smiled and relieved my uneasiness.
-'The rest is be slipped tomorrow'... 6he smiled. 'But I have what I need for tonight'...
We got into my automobile and drove off into the night to a small intimate restaurant where no one would disturb us.
* * *
We finished dinner rather rapidly. Actually we did not eat too much, but our time was spent in talking.
It seemed by a mutual agreement that we would not discuss the years that passed by and that we would simply build a bridge that would link those golden years with the present moment.
It's better that way. We really had the illusion that it was only yesterday that we had seen each oher. We passed over our old souvenirs to our present projets. All was said within a few sentences. She praised my commercial success and ironically put in a few inuendos about my experiences in Europe during the war.
I found out that Timmy wanted to start up a business in New York and, yet, be close enough to the superbs where he and his family could take a rest.
* * *
We took a walk a long the Hudson. Christine leaned her head on my shoulder and I gave her a few tender kisses that reached her hair, face and neck.
I can breathe a little deeper now, because there were a few seconds when Christine gave me a fright. She looked at her wrist-watch and then up at me.
-'Well Cuz darling, It's my hour to go to bed.' My heart began to beat widly. Was she going to ask me whether I had reserved a room somewhere for her ? I went into a long tirade about the deplorable conditions of the hotels in New York and that after all, they were really depressing.
Finally I tod her that it would be much better all the way around if she habituated herself to New York life by living in my grand appartment. I boasted of my good taste in furnishing it, as well as the fact that it offered a splendid view.
She tanked me for the sacrifice, and said that she was afraid that she would intrude upon my privacy. She even assured me that she would make her presence hardly noticeable.
Another difficult moment came when she asked how many beds were available in my appartment, -'You previewed the beds !' she beamed. There was the element of irony in her voice and this was mixed with a note of innocence, These qualities shone from her brown nut-shaped eyes and completely unsettled me.
-'Naturally I have two beds' -(I said this falteringly.)
She began to laugh gently.
-'You idiot... My poor idiot. You're not going to deceive me ?' Her eyes sparkled. She took my arm and pressed it solidly. Christine snuggled up to me and glued herself upon my body and planted a brotherly kiss on my cheek.
Then in a low whisper.
-It's been a long time... a long, long time that I wanted to make love with you'...
Our lips entwined and by heart was bursting.
We locked the car door and took the elevator up to my appartment. I did not want to deceive her. I was afraid.
* * *
The elevator rapidly brought us to our destination.
We were solemly penetrating each others eyes. There was no longer the trace of irony which I saw in the restaurant and shortly after.
-'I'm a bit afraid'... she confessed.
She took my face and cupped it in her two
Hands and brought it up to hers. She had something melancholy in her eyes. Her lips began to tremble.
-'Oh, I don't want you to be deceived'... she said.
I was so emotionally wrought up that I couldn't tell her how I felt. She was able to see a great deal in my eyes. It was impossible to hide how I felt. I loved her in the same way she loved me. I was also as afraid and unassured as she was.
* * *
We remained silent. My hand trembled as I opened the door. And when I let her pass by me, I felt the shivering of our two bodies as though they were filled with the same current.
Hardly had I shut the door when she turned and fell into my arms, her lips found mine.
Tenderly I carried her to the bed in which the ritual of our great love would unfold.
Religiously I helped her undress. I took one garment off at a time and heralded her nudity with a flood of kisses.
I could have even believed that before she was entirely naked, she had arrived at her pleasure, her desire seemed so strong.
Stripped of my clothes also, I crept up to her on the stalwart bed.
For both us, that night marked the most voluptuous of all the nights of love we have ever had.
CHAPTER 5
The sun was shinning high in the sky. Clouds of pure white were floating in the incredible deep blue. This pageant of color caught my eye and awakened me from a somber sleep.
The morning with it's song of birds surprised us. Our mutual desire exhausted us and even the morning found us laced to each other.
I was the first to fall asleep after we had chosen to exercise our first night together in an excess of folly. I was so exhausted from our throught-the-night love-making that I was asleep on the langorous body of my partner. I was emptied of all my substance.
I was sleeping behind in that position lovers call the 'lazy corner' and which offers some rare subtilities with the minimum of effort.
I had a solid hold on the ankle of Christine and then brought up my hand to her rear. I clutched her beauteous flesh, once again my cock rose into the air. And once again we became humid and fel those pangs of love which we were victims of.
We did not hesitate. My rod steamed into her wet, warm crack and my strokes became more and more insistent.
But we had spent much of ourselves during the night and it seemed as though it would be in vain to look for another burst of pleasure.
Drunk with fatigue and yet incapable of returning to sleep, I still had need of activity with broad movements of the hisp.
* * *
Only half-a wake, I contemplated my sleepful darling. I now know that nothing can come between us.
How lovely she is lying there ! She looks like a young girl, reposing in splendid satisfaction, She is so graceful and fine and to think it was only yesterday that we renewed our tryst.
And however, she is better now than before.
At sixteen when I first knew her she was not yet broken in. Just a young ravishing kid and a virgin at that. What I had then was an imperfection. Now she was a full-blown woman, in the glory of her age. Here, at thirty-five, she was excessively fine and rich.
It is difficult to tell of the thoughts I had about Christine when she was out of my life and to compare that with the living, the actual, which I now have. '
I really don't want to dig it up and puzzle myself. The time is Now and only Now and I am crazy about her and devoted...
* * *
She woke up soon after and smiled at me as a litle animal would after a short pleasant nap. She stretched and her little breasts pointed out arrogantly.
Her arms bent around me she leaned her head up and showed me the tired eyes of a woman who has been entirely pleased.
She began to laugh tenderly, while her fingers caressed my face and lips and filtered into my entangled hair.
-'It's very good... very good, you know'...
Heavy in my arms, tightened against me, her adorable body traced in my form and her fingers were caressing my private parts.
Once again the desire welled up within and I forced my physical sense.
She restrained me.
-'Let me help, darling... I want to suck on it'..
Her mouth had already sprung open and was half swallowing my member. Her wet lips and her excellent darling tongue caused a tingling, delicious and arousing at the same time.
I wasn't going to able to hold off a long time. That mouth with its efficiency and souplesse was going to drain me too quickly. I barely escaped this wonderful woman who was taking everything I had and drying me out.
Strongly, I took hold of love's body and spun her around and dug my tongue into her cavern. It was warm and perfumed with vibrant odors. I licked at her clitoris and it rose like bulging apricot that was ripe and ready to eat.
I inhaled and suck in the marvelous liquid which was flowing abundantly from the overpouring sex bocal.
I could see her thighs spread out like a roof above me and at the top of the shingle a bushy nest with a rose opening from the interior. The petals of the wet rose would open and close as my kisses became more ardent.
I must be loosing my head. My mouth was covering her arse-hole and my tongue was manoeuvering everywhere.
Christine hurled out her joy. She threw herself on my cock and laboured over it voluptuously. Little drips of liquid would boud up and sprinkle in her mouth.
It was too much. It was impossible to go through such a treatment.
-'Please stop... Christine stop'...
It wasn't worth the trouble. She continued and insisted.
-'Come., in my mouth, darling... Come... Come' She was also on the verge of her pleasure and she bounced her sex up and down covering my mouth My tongue was at her service.
We came together with cries of joy and happiness. It was like a celestial concert.
Several jets streamed into her thirsty mouth. She swallowed the warm drops. And I felt her liquid, warm and peppery in my mouth. My head was spinning.
We fell into an endless dream of joy, deeper and deeper and absolute.
QUEER PLAY
Robert asked one last question and then went quickly on his way to the Warners. He looked at his wife longingly and laboured his question : -'Then you've decided to leave the country?'She responded very simply without lowering her eyes and her return gaze was perfectly candid.
-'You know that women are curious by nature' He agreed to give her * vacation, but he did not exactly like the motives. He opened the car door and shouted back to her :
-Well alright, we'll talk about it tonight and perhaps I can persuade you to change your idea's She grabbed her coat and hat and decided to trail along. In the car she turned toward Robert and pertintently put forth :
-'You know when my mind's made up, it's made up for good' The trip to the Warners was brief and there was an unusual tension between them which enshrouded the drive with an estranged air. Robert tried to break he muted silence.
-'I like the idea of playing canasta. At least it is reposing and with good friends we can let our hair down'...
Just talking gave Robert the chance to push off his immediate doubts on the subjetc of Francis's proposed voyage. There were vague thoughts spinning in Roberts head. He tested his role of husband. After twelve years of marrige, he had always given in to his wife. He had never questioned her relations with a common friend that Francis cherished. But he was puzzled; What did she mean by getting the last joys out of life before it was too late? He wanted to sound his out further and he would have it out at the Warners perhaps.
The Warners were a happy couple, a little older then Francis and Robert.Their experience naturally gave them the the upper hand. The Warners spent hours with them in deep intellectual discussions. Conversations of a unique nature were the luxurie of the many evenings spent together. One of the favorite topics of conversation was 'libertinism'. Robert was confused by this term, but Francis showed marked signs of interest. Althought it had always been agreable to hold a friendly reunion with the Warners, Robert looked at the pretty head of his wife and wondered what she was thinking. She had wanted to come at the last minute. It was true that she couldn't resist the temptation of visiting the Warners.
* * *
Coffe as served in the living room which was plushly decorated. Marshall Warner was the first to speak seriously :
-'You undoubtedly know the rules of the game ?' The question was put to Robert in particular, since Francis was busy chatting with Helen.
-'Well I think so.' -Robert said evasively. What in the deuce did he mean 'the rules of the game'.
The women paid no attention to the gravity of Marshall's husky voice and continued their feminine gossip. However they were quite aware of the sudden highlight of the evening.
Helen Warner stopped her chat in order to light a cigarette and pause in reflection. Apertifs were offered to the guest who were put at their ease.
-'Now I will explain' said Marshall always with the same somber tone and man-of-the-world air.
-'Now that we are no longer children, neither us, nor our charming wives' -He bowed gracefully on their behalf showing his charm and finesse. -'They, our wives, are up-to date on as many events, disturbances and temptations as we are. And they dropped their womenly conversation to peek in on what we were brewing.' During this tender barrage of words, Robert eyed his wife. She was delicious. Her calves were full and muscular and her hips curvaceous and charged with energy. This is what he had bought. (What a loathsome idea, but it was true). The same attributes held true for Helen. She was sedate in her splendid allure of a woman of forty. Possessed with marvelous dark skin and a full woman's body she was gifted with a remarkable assurance of herself. With her black eyes and red blown lips, Helen was the type who seduced men on the spot. Had not Robert been in love with her from the first time?
Helen was supple not only in the way she moved but in her manner of speaking. This was a contrast to the quick gestures and clipped phrases that came from the harsh voice of his beloved spouse. At that moment Robert remembered that Helen's mother was Turkish and this gave her a strong trace of oriental blood. She reached for her apertif with all the grace of a veiled Pasha's bride.
The room was filled with the odor of tobacco and liqueur which entermingled with the perfume of the two women. The atmosphere of the salon was heavy and the warmth glowed in the faces of each couple.
After a slight pause, in which there seemed to be an unusual degree of consciousness as to why the evening had been prepared, Marshall set down the rules.
It appeared that each husband would have the right to be with his wife for no longer than fifteen minutes at the end of which time they would change off partners. The woman shall have no say in the matter and let themselves behave as naturally as they are capable of reacting.
Robert winked at Marshall Warner. It was a wink of false assurance and did not stumble the 'man-of-the-world'. Robert was forced to size up this worthy opponent of his. Marshall was in his late forties. A man with fine features, although perhaps a bit too thin and dry, Marshall Warner had extraordinary long fingers and his greying hair gave him a noble look. His eyes were somewhat cold and cynical and he closed his eyes quite often as though he were engaged in profound meditation.
The first few minutes were easily gathered, for the couples sat close to one another. To stimulate the game Helen sat on the lap of her willowy husband and planted a long kiss on his thin supple mouth. Warner's hand swept around the hips of his wife and tightened her rump. With a gentle squeeze, he rolled down to her calve and then slowly wandered up to the thigh which he touched lightly and lovingly. He reached in under her dress and patted the thighs and with his long fingers he played a light sonata on the croup of his Misses.
Robert was paying a great deal ot attention to the Warner act, although he tried not to show it. He remarked that Helen was not wearing anything underneath. It would no be long for he second half of the game to begin, and Robert's mind was overheated with the idea of the very sweet Helen. It enabled him to love his fair Francis all the better.
Francis felt this sudden outburst of Roberts affections and offered him her exceptionally lovely pointed breasts. She unbuttoned her blouse and let her bra slip down from her shoulders. She was determined to take advantage of the otherwise cool Robert. If his passions were to be aroused in this manner, she would have to make the most of it.
Rober licked at his wife's rounded teats, but all the time, one eye was fixed on Helen Warner. She was seated on the thin lap of her tall husband and her silken dress was almost up to her waist. Her legs were long and splendidly taut. Robert even imagined that he saw a tuft of dark frizzy hair when she twisted toward him.
Robert felt Helen's perfume which seemed to drown out he light airy perfume of his wife. He bit Francis's teat and rolled his tongue over the soft flesh:
Warner was busy stripping his wife. Then Robert saw Helen's huge bust for the first time. Wonderful rounded bells with black tips. A superb sensual heaviness of that upper region-. These thoughts ran through his head as he delighted Francis as if she had never before known his superb talents. He was enchanted with the brown skin of this superb creature who contrasted strongly with Francis.
Helen continued to be active and always graceful never losing her poise. She unbuttoned the fly of her masterful husband, and out shot his rod which was not entirely hard. Was he waiting for his wife to grow more heated or was he saving it for Francis ? Robert felt his head swell with the thunderous pounding of warm blood, and in spite of all this, his imagination did not refuse to flood him with a thousand images.
Helen let her skirt drop to the floor, She even unhinged hre stays and let her nylons roll down her beautiful thighs. Her gests were prompt and at the same time amazingly delicate.
Robert had finally become aware that his wife had unloosed his cock and was fingering it with her soft white hands.
Twelve minutes had flown by rather rapidly. Mrs. Warner was kneeling at the side of the divan with her head pressed between the crotch of her dormant husband. She was tongueing his ever-growing stick in a professional manner. There was something of the gourmand about this woman, Robert had noticed this when she was at dinner. He followed her movements feverishly and his own prick seemed to grow harder with every head stroke of the fantastic Mrs. Warner.
Robert who was being manipulated by the passionate d chubby fingers of his stimulated wife, attempted to place his throbbing dick into the mouth of his Misses. Francis, a little offguard, lowered her head, and just as she was placing it betwen her lips, a sober voice, cool and concentrated said 'Stop'.
It wasn't possible that a quarter of an hour had already passed, but the game master, Mr. Warner, pointed to the unlying clock on the mantlepiece. He was right.
The substitution of partners had already taken place, for Helen was taking Robert by the hand and Marshall came over to Francis and was already lingering over the flat belly of Robert's spouse with his thin angular fingers.
Robert lost sight of his wife. But he noticed that she continued with Marshall the same work that she was about to accomplish with him. He was not unnerved in the slightest, which delighted him no end and he placed his mouth on the luscious breats of his sturdy partner.
The shift partners seemed to go as normally as the coupling-up of a another dining car to a cross country train. An extraordinary affair/
Francis allowed her teats to be caressed without any qualms and was even moving around to find a more restful position while all the time her mouth sayed glued to the penis before her. Which one? It made no difference. Warner's hand wandered down the long snake-like back bone and entered the wet crevice. Robert caught an eyefull of Franci's bush with several patroling fingers entangled within.
Robert had almost forgotten his partner. She had noticed his lack of interest. He felt a little down-hearted at his wife's peculiar behavior. If she could act that way with anyone, then he really didn't count.
Helen took Robert's head and cupped it in her lovely hands. She gazed at him longingly. Then he bit his lip, unbuttoned his shirt and took everything off avidly. He buried his head between Helen's thighs and his tongue entered her swollen sex.
Helen's legs spread apart and she was marvelously wet. Robert's nose brushed up against her bush and his tongue swept in and out with regular strokes. Helen tongued along Robert's abdomen and then reached his outstretched pole. She liked at it voraciously. Her hot mouth nibbled at he tip and the base of the stiff joint.
The was a harmony of moans and sighs which seemed to denote a total abandon to the pleasurable offerings.
Robert forgot about Francis and apparently the sweet Francis had also forgotten about her husband. She was conscientiously applying herself to her present work and even abandonned herself to a pleasure which was proclaimed by an outburst of genuine healthy cries. And Marshall was rendering the same service to the posterior of Robert's Misses as Robert was returning to the exquisite Helen.
Francis seemed to grow in her heated state for she was torn from herself and demonstrated this through a charge of moans and cries. Her movements were coustant and everlasting. Her hips had never stopped rolling.
Marshall was a master blow-man and he drained Francis's pleasure, drop by drop, administering a great joy to his tender partner. Helen had fever orgasms, hut when she came the room seemed to shake with her bellowing. She entwined her nut-craker thighs around the poor head of Robert and held him emprisonned as long as he tickled her fancy.
Marshall took a glance at his wife and Robert in their subtil travels and at the same time gave a new thrill to Francis by masterbating her with his thin winding middle finger. He then went strolling along her thighs with a wet mouth until he came to the humid clitoris which invited him home. He held his love between his teeth which dripped with nector and sprouted blond hair. As the orgasms died down and the sighs and moans dwindled to a lower key, Warner's voice boomed:
-'Ho about some whiskey, everyone?' The couples regained their good wits and began to behave normally. Robert looked at Francis who was unperturbed by her negligence, her demi-nudity and her mussed-up heir. Helen was as naked as a worm, but how would anyone want to compare the two. She showed no signs of timidity or embarassment in the least. Helen even was the first to offer everyone one of her charming, seductive smiles. Robert hastily buttoned his trousers and put on his shirt and tie.
Marshall was passing drinks around to all with the greatest of calm.
-'You see what we have achieved tonight, something rare. We have been able to treat the sexual without any regards for the sentimental. This, of course, is only worthy of the elite.' -he proclaimed in oratorial fashion.
He looked at everyone to make sure that they were all in agreement with what he had just said. The approvals of both Robert and Francis were a litle hesitant and they hung their heads in shame, although they did not have the courage to deny the profound statement issued forth by the venerable Marshall Warner.
Francis could not conceal her delight with what had just transpired and she bubbled with a rare joy brimming with the petulance of happiness.
-'We ough to organise an evening like this at least once a month. We could even incite others. That would be more amusing and gay'.(Warner followed the look of the blushing head of Francis in particular).
He continued:
-'I hope you will offer us your services and participate more frequently in our libertine parties' Francis issued a weak but winning smile.
-'Try to pick as many as you want, providing that the couples are married. You understand that it is essential tha hey be married so as to give themselves a complet confidence as well as thorough 'confiance'. Robert wanted to show Francis that he too was composed of man-of-the-world stuff and he nodded his whole-hearted approval.
-'Good; I understand that you and I are in perfect harmony and now, if you so desire, we can continue with this charming little seance' A wave of erotism filled the room and all three reacted to their own nature and sexual appetite.
Robert did not have to ask this time just how everything would be arranged. Helen pulled Francis toward her and stretched her out on the sofa.
Marshall held Robert back and said :
-'Just wait awhile. You'll have one shortly; now it is better to observe and nothing more.' Robert felt a cold perspiration take hold of him and he thought of the possibility of his host being a homo-sexual. The women were horizontally inclined on the divan and was it going to be possible to do as well with Warner? Robert lit a cigarette and sat back somewhat nervously much as a spectator who is not sure what is in store for him. He focused his uneasy attention to the two women.
-'This little game, -Marshall injected -is only going to last fifteen minutes. Then we will he able to take possession of our partners and finish the climax'. Robert was asking himself which of the two langorous woman would be his partner. A new desire invaded him and he wanted his wife terribly so this time. "Warner had not specified who would go with whom. He had to wait, for this night he was being initiated and had little to say.
Stretched out in all her glory, Francis stripped herself of her blouse. Helen avidly panted kisses on every possible square inch of flesh. She wat particularly hungry for the breasts and her great yawning mouth sucked in the tender tits. Heen's face side down the abdomen and took small bites out of the thigh causing Francis to squeel.
Francis was becoming visibly excited and she seemed to be a victim of an excess of palpitations. Her body arched in expectation and offered Helen her sprouting rose bud which glistened in the dim lit room. Her behind looked for relief and seemed to swell in the evening air.
Francis administered a shaky moan which vibrated along her spinal cord. With her teeth clenched, she spread wide-open for the enchantress, Helen, who was now in the region of warm lips and love nector. Helen buried her face in the sex of Francis and her nails dug into the cheeks of Robert's wife's ass.
All this time, Robert looked on with a growing anxiety. He wanted to leap on the two women and crush his instrument into that mound of flesh. He glanced up at the mantlepiece clock. Marshall followed his look.
-'Still five minutes to go' -He said calmly lighting a cigarette. -'Do you like it?'
-'Superb' -responded Robert with short bursts of breath and incapable of putting himself at ease.
Puffing and indistinct cries reached the ears of the two men. They even hoards words that were muffled and laboring sighs which seemed to well-up and die down.
Francis gave herself totally to the soft caresses of the passionate tigress who glued her mouth to the wet pussy. Francis bucked like a bronco and adored the teasing tongue which slid in and out of her nest.
There were only two minutes left to go, when Francis pushed forth a victorious cry of pleasure. Helen was unmindful of this as well as the hour and shoved her cunt over the open mouth of her joy-ridden partner. Francis under a wave of sensual stupor sucked in the love juice and ran her tongue deep into the hot folds. Helen graceful moved her lips in long, erotic gests. Suddenly she stiffened with her back arched and her head swinging back, the trembling and pleasure cry of the tigress had filled every corner of the salon. Francis was aroused once again by this tremendous display of joy.
The lime was up and Marshall invited Robert to undress himself once again. Robert needed no goading and he took every-thing off with the exception of his tie and shirts. He was still the modest lad of before.
He stood half-nude in the middle of the room with a shade of the ridiculous about him.
-'Now we are ready to find these women in a particular emotional state. We can go to them or they may come to us. We shall see.' -Warner professed.
Robert remained silent. Would it be better to take the initiative and claim back Francis or would this be misinterpreted? And if, on the contrary, he recaptured the dark Helen this too may be taken in the wrong light.
-'Let the women choose'. -he answered to cover up his incertitude.
-'That's exactly it and the most logic. In the domaine of love it is essential to react to your partners wishes and heighten her desires.' Marshall philosophized.
Robert stood there with his balls and prick as hard as steel. When he saw Helen Warner come toward him, he breathed out a sigh of relief. Her face was livid with ecstacy. and her hair was in snarls like an excited Spanish dancer.
She knelt down at he feet of Robert and he introduced his staff to her red, wet mouth and she sucked it like a lolly-pop. Robert held his shirt high and gazed over at the other couple.
Marshall was seating on the sofa with his legs outstretched with his dick planted in the warm mouh of the kneeling Francis. Robert saw all her manoeuvres and his face filled with grimaces when he saw her hand tantilize the balls and ass of the happy thin man. She gave Robert the very strong impression that she did not find this task one of obligation.
Helen stood up suddenly and Robert was wondering what she was going to do. He understood just as quickly, when she turned around and lounged herself over an armchair. He encircled her with his huge cock and penetrated her asshole. He entered with long, slow strokes which demanded a sturdy application. Robert gripped the well-shaped hips of his sensual partner to gain in his goal.
At the other end of the room, Francis took the suggestion from Helen and in turn straightened herself upright and adopted the same position. She was wonderfully poised like a swan who is preparing its flight. Marshall needed no stimulation and he vigorously pushed his rod into the rosy lush hole of Robert's seductive wife.
The couples rocked in rhthym and laps of the flesh broke the sudden moans and happy cries of the two lovely women. The men laboured with regularity and Marshall went in and out with the same cool disdain he carried on in life.
Robert came back to his senses when he saw that his wife was being fucked in the ass. His own Helen was pleading him to continue his strokes a little faster for she was on the verge of coming. She took a peculiar delight in this anal treatment.
With his eyes fixed on Francis, Robert became more and more outraged and he penetrated Helen's ass deeper and deeper. It appeared as though he wanted to leave a definite mark by his insistant goudgings. The wrong Francis had done him, was being taking out on the joyful brunette who was overwhelmed by the briskness of her possesser.
He wanted to wait until Francis and Marshall would reach their climax, but his own agitation did not permit him to follow the nuances of the other reaction. He tightened up his back muscles and he could no longer contain himself. He let out a frightful hollar and a long suffering moan. The others were influenced by this declaration of joy amd they seemed to chorus their happiness together.
The earthquake of human flesh died down and their delightful moans came to a point of silence. Red finger nails were digging into their partners flesh. The arms of the men lay limp around the full bodies of their happy women.
Marshall was the first to dress. Robert did not want to lose his dignity and quickly followed suit. Heine went into the kitchen to iron her dress and then came out again to help spruce up Francis's blouse.
Once again, Warner filled up his guests wine glasses and settled in his favorite armchair.
* * *
A few minutes later, Robert and Francis returned to their home.
Robert had hardly opened the door when he tightened his arms around Francis and embraced her tender white neck. She understood his exaltation.
They undressed rapidly and they both knew how much they desired one another. She powdered herself and presented 'a Francis' more lovely than ever before.
She looked up at her husband and teased : -'Were you happy tonight, dear?' He caught on to her teasing look. He took her in his arms and pressed her to him severely.
-'Darling' -And with his unfaltering hand he rekindled old desires.
It was the best night of love they had ever had together. A couple in love can by-pass and put up with anything under the sun.
GETTING IT SOLID
It was agreed that the should meet him at least three times. There she would receive the letters and she would have to pay a certain sum in order to get them back. She had no alternative but to subit to the offer. After all she had made a splendid marriage to a leading English goods dealer, John B...
Every time she resolved not to give in she was forced to alter her choice and think twice. Her final conclusion was to accept the proposed offer and not fight the invincible, for she could never win.
She now regretted having a lover which she now looked upon as a foolish folly of youth. And she had to have the stupidity of writing him. At that time she had to; her fingers ached to communicate with him and her words were burning emblems of love. It disgusted her to think of how persuasive and weak she was with him. How could she have ever thought then that there would be such inconvenience in what she had so innocently felt.
Was it really possible that those letters of her now dead lover had fallen into the hands of Julian? The same timid Julian that was courting her during the same time and now was turning against her for his own profit.
And the principle thing was that those letters at all costs should not reach the yes of her husbands. They could easily ruin their projects. It could be the dancer of many scandals and this they could not risk.
She hoped that he would keep his word. He wanted to have her three times. At least that meant that respected her more than most women and that he probably felt a charp desire for her still.
After a thought she remember him as someone who was quite delicate and refined and had made a study of human sensations and thought. And even that would be a change from the austere
John, who was not as warm a lover as he had been and had too often left her hungry and yearning for a more fulfilled love tryst.
It was in this particular state of mind that she Gams that first Tuesday. She was very attractive under her handsome fur and langorous perfume which pervaded the winter air of that February day.
She waited for him on a canape and her emotions began to creep up on her.
He looked her up and down and that made her nervous. She squeezed her and bag, and tightened her expensive fur closer to her neck to wand off the chill that was coming on. He felt her emotions she thought and was eying her secret interior. His look seem to penetrate her body and flesh.
He offered her some coffee from a handsome cafetiere which he had brought back from Ceylon. She refused the dark liquid but she was quite aware that she gave him a gest which marked her as someone who had come to him without much assurance.
He smiled and posed his cup on the table. In order to encourage her he drank from her cup and presented her with his own.
In order to gain time, she took the cup and put two lumps of sugar in and then with small sips began to drink. She was waiting for him to bcj;in and she wanted to give him the impression that he was to make the first move and that she counted on that. And besides was she not there just for that?
As long as she was there, it was better to face up to the matter under the best possible conditions and try to be as graceful and pleasant as one could expect. She had earnestly hoped that he wasn't going to ask the most impossible of things.
But she reassured herself after she had sized him up. He wasn't too big, rather thin and even a bit delicate. Mentally she thought that he could well compare to her husband John -that is, heavy, big baby muscular with red hair. No, assuredly, this Julian could not harm her ; he was not at all dangerous. She noticed his thin shoulders under his vest. One look at his hollow cheeks under some burning eyes shaded with heavy eyelahes, confirmed her theory once again.
The time passed. There wasn't a sound that came from outside. The curtain was drawn and the interior seemed to keep a weird secret. The yellow light spread onto the ceiling and found its way to the corners of the room.
He handed her a cigarette which Lie took from a laquered box and gave her a light from his. handsome gold cigarette lighter. He had delicate hands and she observed hi3 manners closely.
She hesitated for a second. Then she took a puff and he helped to encourage her by taking a cigarette also. He inhaled rather deeply letting half of it escape by the mouth and the other half by the nostrils.
Mechanically she let her head wander and tried to find out he time if there was a clock available somewhere. There wasn't one. She saw herself outside of the actual hour.
He kept his eyes glued on her as if to say:
-'What importance is time now?' Suddenly he straightened up. He seemed to regret this gesture. From his coat pocket he took out an enveloppe and handed it to her.
She recognized the handwriting immediately. It was the one she had expected. How could she have ever written those things anyway? She tried to read it once again but didn't even wait until the end and pushed the letter into her purse.
He came up to her and made her understand that she had one now and there still remained two.
She looked up at him and understood that there was only one thing to do if she wish the others and that was to obey him.
With a certain non-chalance she let her coat slip from her shoulders. He wanted to help her but she bid him not to. Then she stripped down to her slip and there she stood a bit ridiculously, a women without a purse to clutch. She wanted to take off her slip also.
She let her hose drop to the floor. She took her time in undressing.
Her perfume went to his head and she noticed his odd reaction. Her nerves seemed to crack under her soft skin. His warm breath swept over her neck and down her back.
He was masterful in his gests and gathered all her clothes up and placed them on a chair.
She considered heraelf if not very pretty at least well built. She was rather tall, somewhat lean but full in the manner of a true woman of today. She had fine breasts and they stood up straight and proud and were an example of herself. Her only fault in her eyes was her posterior which she considered a bit vulgar and prominent. Another thing she did not like was her pussy.
She was brunette but her hair in the vital region was black and crept up to her belly button.
Her hair even spread over; her upper thighs near the box.
There was no doubt about it she was heavily furred.
One could not tell what he thought of her, but most men would have found her extremely appealling with her satiny skin and full womanliness.
She was wondering at the time she took and felt that she was like a strip-teaser in a cabaret. He helped her off with her bra and unsnapped it quickly. She fixed her look on some object in the room, so as to not become to conscious of her nudity.
She looked at the empty cups the ashtray and the table trying to forget what was happening.
He asked her to let her bra settle beneath her breasts and she obeyed him. Thus lie discovered her two teats.
He knelt down to unfastened her panties. This he managed with a great deal of dexterity and obliged her to lift one leg after another to get out of them.
Then she took off her stays and she stood there like a nude painting. He took her light underwear and stockings and placed them on the divan.
He the came up to her and put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around.
He took a long gander at her obscene rear-end and the rich wool she was bearing. It showed extraorinary promise. He siddled up to her and studied her more closely.
Where was it going to take place, she thought ? For a while she thought it would perhaps be the divan but when he sat in the armchair she was not sure.
After a minute or two of this extreme contemplation, he asked her to relax on the sofa. She obeyed him. And when he asked her to caress her own breasts she did so.
He then asked her to excite herself with the aid of her finger. She once again obeyed and brought the finger down to her sex.
He even came up to her at close range to make sure that 6he was manipulating herself properly.
She was aware that he would know it she was shaming or not, so she decided to bring herself to a high pitch. Her nest began to ripen and she started to become wet. He took a look and convinced himself that her little red button was feeling certain lovely sensations.
She was little long in arriving at a high pitch due to the abnormal conditions, but she managed to excite herself nevertheless.
She could only let herself be a victim. She continued to finger her clitoris and she was obliged to go all the way and receive her pleasure.
He could not remain still and he came close to her and settled his head near her belly where she felt his warm breath touch her sensitive skin.
When she had reached her climax, she felt flooded with her own liquid. She could not have done the thing in balls and had gone all the way.
He left her for a second without saying a word and sat in his easy chair. Completely empty after the storm, she shivered a bit and her flesh stiffened as she stretched out. Until that moment he had avoided contact with her and she di not care what he would do to her, for she was feeling much relieved from her own doing.
He did not let her muse over the situation for he soon came over and asked to have her on all fours like a little animal. She obeyed him and felt like a child and somewhat embarassed.
Once more he surveyed her and sat in the armchair. She felt him watching her rear-end and was wondering what he had in mind. She had the impression that she looked indecent in such a preposterous position, and perhaps she did.
He lit a cigarette and started to smoke. In the meantime she tried to move a little and demonstrate to him that she was uncomfortable in that particular pose.
After a few minutes he raised himself, crushed out the cigarette and ventured closer to the raised feline.
She thought that this was certainly the moment. That he had finally been brought to an exciting point and her posture here appealed to his taste.
She also thought that she still had to come back two times and suffer this sorf of treatment.
She turned around and fell to her side in order to rest herself and besides, if that was about to begin this would be a more normal position, she thought.
He stood there watching her with the same indifferent look, cold and metallic. He glanced at her nude body and went over it as though he were looking at a rare painting. His eyes met her teats an remained fixed to the nipples and the full bosoms. Then he moved down to the belly and around to the ass. His eyelashes never moved and his eyes were steady and penetrated her entire being.
She waited for him to put on his jacket and then she felt relieved. With one hand he indicated he rclothes. He helped her on with her bra and panties.
When she understood that the session was coming to a close she dressed herself with a rapidity that was skilfull and familiar.
He watched her dress and she was more deighted than she had been that entire afternoon.
When she put her hat on, he helped her with her magnificant fur and led her to the door. He was courteous and polite.
At the door, he waved and gave a little nod of his thin head. He reminded her. -'Until next Tuesday, my dear friend.' She walked away breathing much easier. The following Tuesday, she came once again. She entered the came decor and the same silent welcome. Even the incense which was burning leisurely had the same odor. Once again the curtains were closed and the shutters down.
Once more she was mortified by his penetrating look.
Inspite of the splendid body she offered him, he seem to wish no more than to mortify her. He almost attained his goal, she had not forgotten the first visit.
And what would the others be like?
And what comportment would she have at these?
She was prepared for surprises and he was certainly not going to let her down.
In preparing, he once again served her some coffee and handed her a cigarette.
Quite suspicious, she waited for him to drink his coffee and smoke his cigarette. He smiled slowly and seemed to mock her sceptism. She drank with her litle tongue taking gourmet sips. While she drank she could not help thinking of the last week and its strange appearance in her mind. Here was this odd man who must have had a great plasure in watching her and probably held back from showing the slightest trace of his joy. She thought of her husband who was also disinterested in her and only when the lights were off would he jump upon her like a military mand and for a few minutes plunge in and out and then bellow like lion and so use her in this atrocious way.
As in the preceding Tuesday once the coffee was drunk and the cigarette smoked, he took off her fur and started to strip her and she had awaited all this as a regular formula.
He looked her over as usual and she felt that same chill of embarassment all over again.
Then she had an idea. She had noticed that in a lot of night clubs the performers teased their clients. Now since she had put on some special tantalizing lingerie, she decided to be thoroughly seductive.
When her dress fell, she was clad in crepe silk black lingerie, ultra-short and with a veiled lightness. The slight panties just came to her hair-line, that is a bit below her belly button and spread tightly across her buttocks.
She had special stays and they fastened nealtly her dark nylons. Her whole attire was one that would excite any normal man and she wore all this with a great deal of sex-appeal combined with detachment.
He let her take everything o: as usual and this time her let her do it more slowly then last Tuesday.
He looked at her with a knowing air and his eyes creased and had a mean look to them.
Her dainty panties slipped to the floor where she caught them with one foot and then stepped through to disengage herself of the lovely frock.
Then she stopped all of a sudden. She was still wearing her nylon stockings. She had wanted to take them off and follow the movements of a professional stripper. Then she had an odd thought. She thought of the letter. It was surprising that she had not thought of i before.
He knew she was waiting for it by the pensive expression she bore on her lovely face. He held the blue enveloppe out to her. She did not open it his time and merely let it drop in her handbag.
She wasn't aware that she had walked up to him in a costume which made it rather difficult not to show one's wares. But after the awful t position he had her take the first time she felt a litlte more at her ease. He liked the manner in which she walked. He asked her to walk up and down the room. She was forced to obey.
Without taking his eyes off her he served himself a glass of gin and asked her if she cared to have some.
She approached him and took the glass that he handed her. She was rather thirsty and drank it in one swallow. He offered her another glass which she did not refuse and was not in the least suspicious of. After she drank he lit a cigarette for her.
He took her by the hand and led hed to the divan. He asked her lie down on her back and spread her legs. She did just that. Her knees were bent, her legs reache the sides of the divan and her sex was opposed to the light that streamed into the room.
He stood up and looked her over. With one hand he rubbed her bush and with the tips of his fingers he manipulated her vaginal lips.
She let herself be touched and it was the first time this happened since she came to his place.
He leaned over her and drank in her perfume. She saw only his hair and she thought he was going to embrace her on the mouth or he neck, but she was wrong for he just continued to breathe her in remaining very close to her fragant skin.
She looked up and saw him exploring her asshole, he had wet his finger and was rubbing this precious area.
She let her head recline on the pillow and made no move. She just waited.
She had the sensation that something soft was penetrating her hole, the one in the butt, and then a few seconds later she felt the same agreeable sensation go into her sex. They appeared to be like the ovules that one takes from time to time. She had thought that perhaps it was another object that was slipping in, but she was deceived.
He smoothed his trousers and stood up and began to walk around the room, like she liad been doing not so long ago. She obeyed as he ordered, and then all at once she had a disagreeable sensation as though she had taken a purge.
She looked at him ,and he understood that sh couldn't keep this act up forever.
He went off looking for something and then came back with a hygenic pot which he posed in front of her. She opened her eyes wide. He indicated the pot and she understood that it was there that she was to dispose of something.
She held back proudly and then when she found that it would be all the more painful, she decided to sit on the pot. He simply sat down in his grand armchair and calmly looked on. She was ashamed, but the need to delicate was critical and she had no choice. She never could have believed that a light lunch could have caused such a need.
A nauseating odor filled the room and comingled with the smell of perfume. And it continued to flow, a sort of unending diarrhee. Then she had the need to do peepee and this was a violent urge. She relieved herself in the pot by jetting a cascade of piss into the receptacle already filled with vague odors.
She was almost finished and restrained herself from making any further noise. It was perfectly necessary for her to have some paper with which to wipe herself.
As one is forced to do with babies, he took her and wiped her bottom with a handkerchief. Once the operation was finished, he put the pot in a corner dipped the handkerchief in his pocket.
It was the firts time he let out an insidious crinkling laugh.
-'Here is a rememberance that you probably don't give very often' She did not dare answer. And to show that he had no hard feelings he poured her another cu pof coffee. She took the cup and asked him in a gentle tone if she could have the permission to sit down. He indicated the divan and gave her another cup of coffee which she sipped slightly.
That which he was waiting for came about. She put down the cup abruptly and rushed over to the corner where the pot was located. Without thinking about ifs and buts she sat right down upon it and relieved herself of a colic which came on disasterously quick.
He smiled out of the corner of his mouth and started to think once again. The poor lady had to do her duty before this strange man.
The same embarassing noises bellowed from her sole. At least they relieved her. She felt her pride and energy leave her. When she finished she looked at him timidly and rather lost.
He pointed out the divan for the third time and put the pot in the proverbial corner. She advanced to the sofa with small painful steps.
She felt the muck that was lubricating her two cheeks as she walked and some piss that was flowing down along her thigh.
She leaned down to pick up her panties so as to clean herself, but he let fly a fine fabric in the air. She did not insist upon recovering it she walked pigeon-toed after the white tissue.
Then he made her kneel in front of the divan and turn her posterior towards him. Then he put his face in between her two cheeks and licked away. He did not spare a crumb. He seemed to go around her in every nook and cranny.
She thought of the ancient proverb: The skilled worker passes and repasses over his most desired work.
He ventured ito the profondity of her crack and his tongue forked out like a lizard. It seemed as though he did not miss a trick or a passageway around her vaginal opening. He helped himself with his fingers.
She let herself completely be had by the sensation. She didn't find it disagreeable and hoped that it would continue indefinitely.
But he wasn't reasoning in the same way. He left her to her own use. She understood this and undertook the role of finding her own personal pleasure. After all the real orgasm of a woman is accomplished by her own doing.
She rolled back on the divan with her hand fondling her sex. Her solitary work showed dividends for she began to shake and a sharp moan rang from her throat.
She let out a long sigh end twisted into a voluptuous heap.
This time he did not just content himself to watch her, but his cock was as big as a young hose's and he stood in front of her and began to jack off.
She could no longer keep her eye off the monstrous prick which was pushed right at her throat. What did he wish her to od ? She remembered her letters and his particular gests were not unlike that of her former lover to whom she so ardently wrote sweet things.
The ejaculation caught her right in the face. She didn't even have time to close her eyes. It streamed down her cheeks to her mouth. With her face shinning with the transparent liquid she too had not ceased to enjoy herself and she came with a big cry and threw herself back on the divan.
With her eyes partially closed she watched him go to the table and fetch a coffee spoon. She was a bit wary of what would happen. She was not too far off.
He picked up drop by drop a spoonful of sperm and introduced the sperm to her mouth. She had to bar her teeth but never the less the liquid found it's mark. Som of it dwindled down her chin.
She ate the dreadful stuff like a automate with half-closed eyes. Then she sat up took an offered cigarette and in her complete nudity she let her big cat yawn in the air.
She was completely broken, her sensations were strong and she was disgusted.
That was the second letter. He helped her dress, put her fur over her shoulders and accompanied her out.
He thought to himself :
-'That which women will do for money is something that they will never do for love' Then he turned and said : 'Tuesday lor the last letter and the last interview'...
Her next visit was made with a new attitude, and she was not at all the same woman that came to the door a week ago. After what had already taken place, very few thigs could surprise her.
She did not want to admit that the bit of intimacy that they had had together brought about a strong feeling for him. She felt that she had him in her skin.
She was only a plaything in his hands. He troubled her and she did not know how to react. She was his slave and there was no doubt about it. She had adopted him and thought about him a whole long week. It was he that took the initiative and it was for him to command.
The atmosphere was the same, the same silence and odor. Everything seemed to reappar as before.
Hardly had she entered the salon that she asked for the letter. This was to prove that she was still independant and devoid of any feelings for him.
-'After...' -he told her.
She did not attempt to argue with him for she knew he would have the last word. He helped her off with her coat as he usually did and the undressing sequence past as it had the two previous times. She reclined upon the divan. Softly she executed her weekly task.
She closed her eyes and with her legs spread wide she offered him her humid hot sex.
First with his hands then with his lips and tongue he dug into the layers of her nest. He plowed into the famous seventeen areas the philosophers talk about. He seemed to know every erotic part that would cause a woman an extreme sense of pleasure.
She abandonned herself to the powerful caresses and held out her love parts which burned with desire. She did not even notice when he fastened her wrists to the divan with some velvet metal bracelets. She was still able to move. However her movements were checked by the emprisonment he had imposed upon her.
Suddenly she felt her skin burn, and quickly she opened her eyes to see what was happening. He had a whip which seemer to have been ropped in shreds. She fe3t that the joy of receiving this punishment was outweighing the pain and she gave into it whole-heartedly.
After each stroke she twisted and turned. The whip met it's mark in several private parts and when she screeched with pain she moaned with joy the next stroke. It was a combination of pain and pleasure.
After some hardy strokes, her flesh was burning crimson mass. But her desire had heightened to such a degree that she begged him to continue. She was covered with sweat and wriggled with passionate lust. Finally she burst open her cries of joy and moaned for a minute straight.
He finished his flogging, for she was no longer reacting to the whip. Broken, she stretched out in the dew of her sweat and her belly was showing the signs of some violent breathing.
She was not at first conscious that he hap stripped down and was penetrating her with his winsome prick. She had not noticed that his head was creeping up to her breasts. When he took a few bites out of her teats and squeezed her nipples she bolted in pain, then pleasure. He was plunging into her slowly at first and then deeper and deeper.
Fie was deep within her and she was shaking the thing that was buring itself into her entrails.
She leaned her head back and opened her eyes wide:
-'Oh darling... It's so good., again... again'She held out her tongue which he took between his teeth and their mouths locked together. Her nails dug into is shoulders.
Finally she &hot forth a spasm which lasted a good twenty seconds. She threw her hips about all the while and finally caused him to explode. He held fast within her and they remained emprisonned in each others arms.
When she woke up she began to pitch and toss once again and her fever reached a new high. This time she came more quickly and strongly. His piston slipped in that oily passage and drove home for a consecutive hit.
He remained in her and she contemplated the sudden silence.
He was the first to proclaim his desires. He lifted her up and put her on her elbows with her hind end sticking up in the air. He spread open her anal hole and put his weapon into the hilt. She let out a weak moan.
He dug his fingers into her flesh and began to ass-fuck her superbly and with a great strength.
This pleasure caused her to have a greater joy. This was the first time a man tried to put his member into the ladies ass-hole and she receive! an uncalled for thrill.
With his masterful fingers he was massaging her sex and with his wonderous prick he was entering deeper and tighter.
She let out a shriek and once again came with a new vigor and hoped that the new method o screwing her in the rear would continue indefinitely.
Her entire being broke the stillness. She was begging him like never before.
-'Hurt me, darling... Stick it in all the way...
Screw me good.. Darling.. Again.. Again..' He pinched an scratched her and aided her to deliver herself to this new treatment He even pushed in deeper and cupped her breasts with vengeance. This only helped her heitghten her joy. He bit her hack up and down and tickled her neck.
She seemed to be glued to him forever like a butterfly pinned to card.
He took his instrument out of her rear hole an< grabbed her by the hair. He made her view the large stiff rod and asked her to open her painted mouth. She did so mechanically.
She sucked and licked and rolled her tongue on it lovelingly. His hands was still entagled in her hair. His other hand was rubbing her breasts. He stood in that position for several long minutes before he decided to come .
Then with a brisk movement he let out his torrent which flowed freely and died in spirts. She greedily licked up all the sperm just to the last drop.
She watched him sink in a hallow of pleasure and for the first time she had a chance to eye him and see him calm and serene.
She cuddled up to him and her lips reached his. They embraced and their tongues became active.
He reached for the letter which was lying on the table and handed it to her with a worn-out langorous gest. She pushed his hand away.
-'Keep it... I'll come and get it tomorrow... If you allow me to..'
He brought her up to him and they spent that night in the greatest of pleasure and thrills..
He had proved the old adage: Remain shy and aloof with women and you will be able to go deeper into their 'hearts' than with the aid of a thousand caresses.
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Archive Note: There is no section under "Belly-Button" labeled as CHAPTER I; the section starts the numbering process with CHAPTER II.
BELLY-BUTTON
She was a dancer in night club and she earned a sizeable sum of money.
A lovely little brunette of only twenty, thin and curvaceous, she exercised her profession out of pure necessity.
One day she was summoned by a well-dressed slender man who more horned-rim glasses to come and dance for his master, the celebrated 'SlumiPacha'.
She was a bit credulous and naive and therefore accepted the invitation and it was agreed by the slender man that he would have an auto mobile waiting to take her to the celebrated mansion of Slumi-Pacha. A handsome villa in which she would dance and entertain the Pacha who was envious to meet her.
Tuesday night along about midnight, she was sitting in the spacious rear seat of a polished Cadillac and besides her was the slender secretary of the celebrated Slumi-Pacha. The automobile applied the serenity of it's sixteen cylinders and zoomed into the night.
The little wide-eyed dancer tried to count the many trees that they passed, but the car was moving too quickly. It turned to the right under a big elm, and then a sharp turn to the lef at a crossroad some two or three miles on... no, impossible she would never remember.
Her back-seat companion began to speak in a small micelike voice. He turned toward and fixed his gaze:
-'I'm awfully sorry, I forgot to ask your name'...
-'Rita.' -She knew she could not use the other, Sally, so she chose the one which was more representative of her profession.
The man with the small head and large glasses continued his self-conscious conversation.
-'Then I'll call you Miss Rita. My master has also asked me to find out how much you would like for the evening. May I ask what price you normally demand ?' Sally did not think of this in advance and she admitted that not facing such an important issue was quite foolish. After all it was the celebrated Slumi Pacha who was asking her and he must be loaded. She lifted up her head:
-'Two hundred!' she said this with all the calm she could muster up and was awaiting for the slim man to break out in laughter.
She was thinking down deep that this figure was a little out of place since she only received ten dollars a night for her number in the chorus. Her well-groomed companion smiled slightly and said softly:
-'Very well, Rita, or Miss Rita I should say, my Master does not like to disturb people for so little'.
He took out his billfold and counted out five bills of one hundred each and handed it to her.
-'Here you are an ihis is only the half... the other half you will receive at the end of the show...' His little rat eyes grinned under a cracking face.
The youngster took the money mechanically and remained hypnotised with her mouth open. For that amount of money she would do one a month if he wanted her. She tried to look normal and answered. -'Very well' She put the money in her nylon hand-bag. They drove on a few more miles in silence, and then suddenly the car took a sharp curve and entered an alley shaded by trees. All she was able to make out was an arabic-styled house with the shades pulled down.
CHAPTER II
The slender secretary got out first and then extended his hand to the pretty dancer and then he closed the solid door of the very big car which disappeared in a sheltered garage.
They walked up the entranceway to the door and then he took out a key and opened the door himself. Once more, he let her pass in gentlemanly fashion and then he lit the hallway.
Rita was moved by everything and her heart was skipping beats but she clutched her hand-bag which held the five handsome notes and stepped toward a lighted room which seemed to emit some music. She heard the noise of muffled voices at the en of the corridor. The music was a hit strange and did not have the usual rhythm of the occidental world.
The bespectacled secretary walked into a small room which was strewn with cushions decorating the handsome carpet. She looked back and she saw thet he dipped the orange curtain that was used in place of a regular door. She looked the strange room over carefully. The compact little dancer rubbed her fingers over the exotic furnishings. Once again the oriental music reached her ears and she heard the sway of palm leaves and the crackling of tambourins.
If there were other dancers, that should really cost the Pacha a nice sum. Money flowed in her mind as she sat there patiently waiting for the secretary.
She didn't have to wait long, for the thin aide de campe of the celebrated etc... etc... peeked his head through the curtain.
-'My mater has asked me if you would be so god as to prepare yourself for us. You are, I believe a nude dancer.' She nodded her head. He continued.
-'Then it shouln't take you long to prepare yourself. Vie this modest salon as your dressing room, and I will bring you a costume that the celebrated S. Pacha particularly wants you to wear. You would like to wear something before you take everything off, is it not true ? Thank you for your kindness' He let the curtain fall back into place and disappeared.
All alone, Rita-Sally, took off her false fur. She started to undress herself. She had already taken off her thin robe and then rolled down her nylon hose.
She had nothing on but a lira and her panties, v. hen the curtain opened and two enormous oriental women appeared Rita almost let out a cry of horror on seeing these two amazons wearing nothing but a bolero and showing their brown bosoms which were sturdy and heavy. Their knicker skirts puffed out with the many bracelets worn at the ankles, brought about a singular effect of terror to the little dancer. She noticed their brazen bellies hanging out proudly pushing forward the insolent little bey-button.
The two women handed her a costume which was similar to theirs and the immediately began to dress the helpless dancer without saying a word. They were experts at undressing people and Rita hardly felt her bra slip from her lovely upper region. While one was taking something off, the other was putting something on. With the turn of the wrist, the bolero was on. Her breast were nude with their two little red nipples sticking out.
When she was ready the three strolled out into the corridor.
Another curtain was raised and Nelly saw a vast salon which resembled the smaller one. Once again this one had pillows and cushions thrown over the carpet. There seemed to be such a display of tapestry that she wasn't sure whether there were any windows in the room or not. In the corner of the huge salon upon a plush cushion the celebrated Slumi Pacha was a seated. At least she believed it was he, for the slender glassbearing servant bowed in reverence. It was something out of the story books she had read. Wasn't it incredible that she, a third rate dancer, was getting five hundred dollars for an evening, and at that, only half-nude.
She was brought to the edge of the folor and there she was able to distinguish better the setting in which she would display her talents.
Slumi Pacha was seated with his legs crossed. He was enormous and dressed in the finest of velvet and tipped with gold. He had three chins instead of two. His belly almost touched the ground.
-'Come a little closer' -he said without even smiling.
It seems as if nobody laughs in this, place, Rita surmised. She did not have the slightest desire to laugh herself.
The fellow with the glasses looked her over lewdly and she felt ill at ease. Once again the Pacha spoke:
-'You dance... I believe?' She had to check herself from uttering something foolish and merely said:
-'Yes your Grace' -'Good... let's see it' -the Pacha approved. She was deeply touched and ashamed at the same time. How was she going to take off those blasted pants. When she tried to disencomber herself of the bolero, the celebrated Slumi Pacha stopped her.
-'No, no... I want you to keep the bolero on. I desire this and very much so.
She behaved as he wished and started to dance in her usual fashion always knowing that she was strangely dressed.
She went through her routine with her hands on her lips and showing her vitals. She danced across the salon and tried to do her best even though she felt that on one was with her. She did this for a few minutes and then stopped to bow in front of the celebrated one. She felt she had flopped.
The goon with the glasses came up to her and said.
-'My master is delighted and would like to thank you himself She approached the high priest wo was big on is pillow and she was rather happy for she felt be was going to offer her something precious like they did he A Thousand and One Nights.
But alas, certain things were regarded as precious by him and not by her. When she came close to his altess it was only to find one of the ugliest pricks she had never seen.
She lost her breath and her head was spinning.
The sultan's cock was brown, dirty and nauseating. It resembled an enormous sauage which had just been taken out of the grease and smelled badly. In short, it was slimey and smelt of cheese. Slumi held his stock in his little pudgey hand, and it looked like a long thick snake which was wriggling to get loose.
She felt her normal instinctive repulsion and wanted to back away, but she was aware of the two female bodyguards behind her. She did not know whether to cry out or simply stand her ground and wait until the next move. It was then she realised that she was like a moose caught in a trap.
-'Come a little closer... commanded the fat grease-pot of a sultan...' You have the right to... this' and he stuck it right under her nose.
CHAPTER III
Lost, she had to revolt against the cessation ol her nerves. But what could she do, locked by the two amazons at each side who were forcing her to bend over and approach the ugly dick of tho Pacha.
She felt vanquished and helpless and in her despairing state she threw a glance at the slender secretary who spoke:
-'My master would like to know if you have any objections in receiving this fine token of cstime?' (Was that a token of estime? What the devil?)
She did not utter a word but decided that it they asked her to do anything else she would grit her teeth with rage.
But they insisted that she carry out her work and she saw his advisor whisper in slumi's ear.
-'Perhaps it would be better to make out her teeth... may this little lamb is venimous'...
When she saw him take out a pair of pliers she grew cold with fright and trembled like a leaf. She began to cry and hung her head right near the massive cock of Pacha, the celebrated one.
-'Come my little rosebud... he said.' I believe you are reasonable... don't be afraid my child... it is necessary to live in this world to earn a living... one has nothing without a little pain... it alive I have ass-fucked the two women who are standing by your side in order to give it a special perfume.
Rita was bent, she stumbled to the floor and lost conscious. When the two saw this they shook her but to no avail. Then they dragged her away and tightened some heavy bracelets around her young wrists. One of the women took out a long whip and unfurled it and tapped it two or three times on the floor.
The slender side -kick of the Pacha gave the orders.
-'About a dozen lashes to begin with... he gave the command while polishing his nails.
The whip cracked and caught her right under the breasts.
She jumped up a little, but she had not entirely regained her consciousness. The second stroke of the whip opened her eyes a bit and the third brought her screaming hack into the world of reality. The fourth evoked a piercing cry and she twisted with the punishment which seemed to grow at every whip stroke. The two giant women took turns brandishing the strap. The sixth slash caused her to swell and redden and her breasts were swollen and hurt. The seventh crack of the whip partially caught her at the cheek and she was in immense pain. Heavy tears streamed down her cheeks and her throat tightened and she could hardly emit a moan.
She had already earned her five humdred dollars. What in the world had she thought of when she accepted this fortune? She hiccupped...
-'Enough... Enough...' But the two women undid her baggy trousers and slapped at the lower region. The eighth flog hit above the kidneys. The young dancer twisted in pain, felt how the instrument of torture was thin and cutting. She hurled and tried a hundred contortions to avoid the bite of the whip. The tweleth stroke left her limp with her head resting on her breast. She could hardly react but simply gave herself over to some involontary convulsions.
-'My master thinks that now you will be * little more reasonable'-the voice of the bespectacled thin man came to her from the distant folds.
She left her legs touch the ground and her come now... a little effort., and no stories... You see those pliers. I am sure you understand. You have very lovely teeth and if you should lose them it would be terrible... Come my little one. I have awaited your visit for some eight days and have prepared my love instrument for your arrival. It has not been spoiled by impure water and to keep wrists were once again free. The two mistresses grabbed her by her frail arms and dragged her to Slumi Pacha.
Once more she was hanging in front of the limp dirty sauage.
CHAPTER IV
-Now come on my little one' -his voice echoed without emotion. 'Eight days this wonderful delicious object has been in and out of the holes of those two mortels. Come and taste its glory'...
It was necessary that one of the strong amazons helped her with the good-sized cock and fed it to her. She tried to avoid it but then realised that she could not and it would be time and pain wasted.
The prick grew to tremendous proportions and she could only handle a part of it, inspite of the endeavors of the two stalwarts to force upon her neck and persuade her to take in more it.
It went all the way down to her throat and she felt like vomiting. A few minutes later she wanted to spit it out, but a pair of pliers were applied to her nipples and ever time she let up on her movements the pliers would squeeze.
She had only one thought and that was to finish with it as quickly as possible. She was locked in by the two sadistic guardians, who gave her very little freedom in her chore. She felt all the hideous tortures which she would undergo if she disobeyed.
Then the celebrated Slumi Pacha came in her mouth as was excepted. She felt the heavy liquid flow down her throat and flood her mouth and she was inondated by the unwholesome liquid which slipped to her digestive tubes.
She made some tremendous efforts to heep the stuff down. She was forced to keep the cock in her mouth and finish it off royally.
Freedom came only when everyone thought that the Pacha was completely pumped dry and that every drop had been absorbed.
-'Good... Very good.' said the Pacha encouragingly... The next time it should go much better'.
Rita Sally fet her hair stand on end. The next time? It couldn't be true that he was going to keep her there simply to empty the monster of the Pacha?
-'My master should like to pay his respects and is almost satisfied and no dounbt you are quite flattered. It is hoped that the next time you will do much better'...
The poor girl was thinking of the nauseating sperm she had just swallowed and the thick cock encrusted with bumps that she had to suck on.
-'Now you are going to serve us some drinks' the Pacha declared.
That seemed to be much less difficult. But alas, she was not nearing the end of her torture.
She was brought to the center of the grand salon by the two dark ladies. Here she stripped into a heavy leather tunic containing needles and sharp bruising points which piched her flesh. In this new outfit she could heardly walk.
When she was led to where the goblets were, she had to be helped and she could only move with her legs wide apart.
The poor kid almost fainted at the pain the leather garment was causing her.
She was handed a plate of silver on which four goblets were mounted. Forced to walk to the end of the room where the two amazons were seated, she was warned not at spill the liquid.
She headed in the direction of Slumi Pacha wih sure, slow strides, being very careful not to drop the tray.
As she laboured with the heavy tray, she was aware that she could hardly move and sudden fears crept into her mind. What would happen if she dropped the tray and spilled the liquid. Suddenly a cold sweart crept across her brow.
She had to reach her torturers before she was worn out by the weight of the tray and liquid and every time she made an unecessary move she suffered the stabbings of her leather corset.
She arrived without too much trouble at the feet of the two men, the Pacha and his insidious secretary and then turned to deliver the drinks to the two stately matrons at the other end.
Finally she came to her last client and gave her the cup and this last one drank the liquid but left a little in the cup.
When she was ready to leave, one of the brutal women grabbed her by the air and turned her around. She planted her mouth on that of the little dancer-servant, forced her to open her mouth and spit the liquid into her opened cavity. She let out an hysteric cry and the other hurtled her toward the center of the room. The rapid movement caused the little stakes of her uniform to enter into her tender flesh.
CHAPTER V
She suffered her pain and straightened up for it was impossible to assume another position.
The two bronzed guardians came rushing after her and carried her off to the awaiting Pacha. There they put her into the same position as before and her nose perked up when she saw that his sauage-like prick was getting hard.
Without any resistance she let the huge member enter her mouth and she began to effect the lover that he wished her to be.
She could not kneel down because of the garment she was wearing and she was forced to move her oral talents more quickly.
She felt that he was growing to enormous proportions and her mouth seemed to spread so wide apart that she had no idea that a capacity of this sort existed.
The talented dancer waited for the come to flood into her mouth. But just as she was at the point of receiving his load, she let the monster slip out of her mouth.
The two servants stripped her of the leather robe and left her with her buttocks nude. Before she had a chance to survey the situation Slumi Pacha was behind her and the two women were drawing her ankles apart. With his long prick the celebrated one, dug into her ass and slapped his fat belly against her innocent rear-end.
She tried to find out was giving her a bit of pain, and she managed to turn her head a little only to see that one of the amazons was sticking her middle finger into her ass-hole while the other was directed the magnificent prick into her vaginal region. Once he retraced his movements and then withdrew temporarily only to come back with a new idea.
This time se fet la protrusion which came about unexpectedly. He was penetrating her miniscule ass-hole with his elephant-like apparatus. He ripped at her fragile walls.
The pain was killing and she could only give in to it. His whole weight was being applied in the anal section. She felt her whole interior being invaded by the massive instrument. Her head spun dizzily and she saw a butcher shop in which the tripes and stomachs and intestins were hanging out of a rencently butchered animal.
A sudden sure forward made her realize thai he was on the verge of coming. She could no longer distinguich the colors in the room and she had the sensation that she was looking through a kaladeiscope. She had the impression that a chasm had been opened up and that she was being hurled into the very center of it, to be forever lost and torn.
She was like a poor little rag-doll when the Pacha brought out his wang all bloody and wet. On one of the cushions there was a reddish spot which was stil wet fres blood.
Once again the two females brought the limp body to the center of the room. The fastened her to a stake and then the taller of the two took the whip from her belt and unfolded it. She wrapped two heavy blows around the stomach of the helpless girl.
After six or eight blows, Rita came to her senses and hollered until her lungs almost burst. Ono of the women opened her mouth and implanted a vise-like instrument into their interior. It was a surgical instrument and was used to widen the mouth region.
She was placed on the floor and one of the brave sadists sat on the girls head and started to piss. The noise of the liquid shot like a cascade into the wide-open mouth. Then the other came an repeated the act.
The stream ran over the young girl's face and spread on the carpet. The salon was filled with an odor that resembled a zoo with its many animals and plants.
The mighty Slumi Pacha came down from his perch and considered the spectacle which he thought highly interesting. Taking his turn he pushed his dick into the open mouth like a fire hose. By this time the girl's eyes were empty and she wasn't seeing a thing.
After he had finished, he moved away perfectly content and with a cordial hand he offered his place to his spectacled secretary, who refused with perfect grace and followed the Pacha to his pillow
Remaining alone with the smothered girl the, two brown women, taking their turns presented themselves with some rare delights. They rubbed their dirty cunts over the girls mouth and head and then came as they wished.
The second forced herself for she was a bit constipated and well no explication needs to be given as to her troubled state.
The women the offered their lips to the reclining girl who was lost in another world. They sucked in the deadened lips alternatively.
After this little seance, they both stole away and as soon as the Pacha was escorted out of the grand salon, a servant came to turn out the great chandelier.
Two days later, along an unknown roadway, two automobilists told of a strange sight. It seems as through they had seen during a stormy night the face of a girl running along the road. They had noticed that she seemed disheveled and had an odd look about her. Since the hour was late they had to reach their respective homes and then the next day they told heir neighbors of what they saw.
When one of the neighbors asked why they didn't stop to verify he story, one of the automobilists simply lifted his shoulders and said that it wasn't a good thing to stop at that time of the night for you could never besure what kind of people you might meet.
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HAVE YOU HAD PAULINE?
Valentine was going to be twelve years old soon. And just before that grand event, a momentous ocoasion came into his life. It was the kind of an event that marks a lad of such age.
He was living with his parents in a small villa which was surrounded by a high wall. Valentine's playground was in the beauty of the lovely multicoloured garden.
The lad would listen secretly during the night to the gentle murmur of his parents who lived in the next room. He could hear the creaking of the bed and the soft moans of a wounded animal and indistinctable whispers. He had an idea of what was happening.
One day his mother announced the arrival of a cousin who ha been sort of an orphan living with her grandmother in some distant remote place. It appeared that she was .about 17 or 18 now. Valentine did not hesitate to think of what he might do. He bad certain yearnings which troubled his youthful problems.
He was stimulated by the huffs and puffs of his parents nocturnal sessions and he knew they were locked in embrace in their need of sexual hygiene.
When he was told that Pauline would be coming soon, he shamed his joy and awaited the arrival like a stoic Sioux Indian would. He even frowned on the idea just not to let on how happy he was.
'Well just because your cousin Pauline is coming that's no way to behave, pouting all the time.' his father interjected. -'So what if she does take half of your bed, it's big enough isn't
His ears perked up. What joy. He throught that his father might have the awful taste of letting Pauline sleep with his mother and that his father would share his own bed.
His bed was rather large and his family decide that Pauline would be a lot better off in a goodsized bed.
-'Come on now' -his mother took a turn -you aren't going to die for just one night... Maybe you want her to sleep with me' A bombshell was thrown into his life. He started to have a cold sweat. He had to think fast or else.
-'Phoooy!' he let out like someone who knew he was licked and had to put up with a bad allaround situation.
-'I'll sleep with my face turned to the wall. He had to let on and come to terms to get his way. He continued his innocent ramblings.
-'She can even come along with me and we'll go pick chestnuts'.
His parents were reassured that this was the musing of an innocent and they quickly were convinced that his true age was showing.
Valentine found out that Pauline would be coming Saturday. He counted the days for it was only Tuesday. He couldn't get a wink of sleep his mind kept imaging things.
He even went so far as to open his parents door and take a peek at their midnight offerings.
However, he was lost and could only make out a few words like 'towel' and 'wet' and 'silly'. He hadn't the slightest notion of what all these words meant. And then finaly they buried themselves under the covers and once again he heard the creaking of the bed springs.
He scrambled back to his bed, cold as ice and confused by what he heard and the little he saw. He loved his bed for he felt very good under those covers.
Finally Saturday arrived. No letter came telling them that 6hc had changed her mind. His little heart was beating like a trip hommer and he couldn't eat his lunch. His hopeful eye was glued to the clock.
His father, who was stiff in the brain, knocked all the hope out of everything by saying.
-'She probably missed the bus' or 'She just couldn't make it' His mother who was a bit more sensitive saw his face sinking and in order to perk him up she offered :
-'You know she works late on Saturdays'...
This was reassuring but not too much. Nobody really worked on Saturdays.
About a quarter to seven, just when his mother was rewarming the soup, the doorbell rang.
-'That's her.' -his mother glowed. 'I can tell by the ring'. -That was a funny thing to say because she had never come before.
-'Well go ahead Valentine, open the door' his father ordered.
The young lad went to the door to escort his cousin into the house. She excused herself for being so late.
Valentine sized her up and noticed that she was just as round and buxom as an adult although she was still young. He felt that the dinner would never end.
His cousin didn't seem at all perturbed when told that she would have to share Valentine's bed. She took it in stride and her eyes were on the floor when she answered. His mother made a flock of excuses fos not having the proper accomodation and said that her bed would be too small.
Valentine brought the subject back to the desert they were having. He made them all believe that except for the chocolate cake they were having nothing else interested him.
Then his fathner drummed in with his clumsiness, and said that his little son was a little put out about sharing his bed with an unknow cousin.
What a bunch of muffs, parents are, he thought. They have no conception of what their children are going through.
When bed time came about, Valentine was sent to bed first and told to face the wall. His father assured the lovely Pauline that as soon as the lights are out, the little tyke sleeps like a lion. Ah hat father, what a stupid ass.
He played the role and listened while he was snug in bed. .He heard the others say good-night and give the girl some pyjamas. His father went to the toilet which adjoined his room and then Pauline followed.
Valentine was thinking that poor Pauline must be swimming in that over-sized pyjama that his father loaned her for the night.
He heard them say good-night and prepared for Pauline's bed arrival.
He fixed himself in the position intended, hut he didn't put himself too closee to the wall. This way he would be abe to have some contact with the girl. He could move about without giving the impression of doing so expressly.
The light that he had turned out went on again and he partly turned to take a gander. The pyjamas was better filled then he had imagined.
Finally the pyjamas was not his fathers ike he supposed but a very lovely night gown that his mother received when she was first married.
Pauline climbed into the bed quietly exercising the minimum of gests 60 as to not wake up the 'sleeping darling'. She reached for the light and discretely turned it off.
Then the minutes passed slowly and interminably. He was forced to count to hundred to stall for awhile. At eighty he hastened his counting and finished to a hundred in a gallop He let his arm swing down and it landed on the silk night-gown. It remained there. He listened to her breathing. Finding it to be quite Tegular, he attributed that to the excellent meal which unfortunately put her to sleep much too quickly.
Valentin moved a leg and it hit up against Pauline's knee. He calculated it as an involontary movement and he could not be condemned for that. His bed parter did not react. Valentine was so nervous that his little dick was as stiff as it could go. He let his hand go up slightly till it came to the top of her thigh. With precaution, he let his hand rest on the rounded thigh, and listened.
The only thing he heard was the croaking of the frogs in the garden pond. It was a familiar noise, but it could be loud enough to hinder his cousin's sleep.
He kept his hand busy now and it crept up to he belly which was warm. After a few seconds in that area he kept moving upward. He finally came to a breast. Valentine became aware of his own proportions and he thought that his cock would break hrough the sheets it was so rapierlike. He felt that grown men were more adventurous when their dicks were hard, and he imagined that all sorts of brave deeds were done when a man was brandishing a hard-un.
Valentine put the breast in his hand and it was even too heavy and big for his little hand. However, it was firm and the temperature was highly agreeable. He decided to go no to the other. This time he would reach inside the ample night-gown. And he did just that.
He pushed his hand in and felt the flesh for the first time. It was soft and had a slight throb. He felt she was alive and he was proud to have such a fine cousin. He played with the nipple and manipulated in such a way that it became hard. Ah ! what a superb sensation to have a woman all to oneself. A woman who says nothing and lets the man do what he wants to. Cousin Pauline was sleeping profoundly.
She was stretched out on her back with one of her arms in back of her head and the other by her side. Her breathing was warm and it came at regular intervals.
With a slight movement, he was able to snuggle closer to the sleeping demoiselle. He kept his hand sealed on one of her breast and with the other he lifted her arm that was lying gently by her side and placed it on his rigid dick. My gosh! what a tyrill. Now sublime could it be! Let the others rock in their beds as much as they liked, they would get no audience from him tonight.
He remained like this for a couple of minutes. Then he decided that he was going to caress one of the teats and then the other. As he did so, he imagined all the teats he had seen and how he wanted to do this so often and everytime he caressed Pauline's well-formed breast he thought he was cupping every teat in the world.
He took the limp hand of his cousin and curled her fingers around his cock and balls, all the time with infinite precaution.
His dick was throbbing with pain and this was probably due to his thight shorts which he was still wearing. It caught in the folds of his shorts causing a great discomfort.
Valentine decided to go on to greater heights and abandonned the breasts. With one leg he pushed apart her two soft thighs and ran his hand up along the night-gown. He was compelled to strip his cousin of her night frock and he did so with much assiduity and caution. He pushed the robe up to her neck and this permitted to survey his new-found territory.
Suddenly Pauline moved with a great bound and in her sleeep she turned over and pulled down her grown. All that work for nothing, thought Valentine.
But the contact of her bottom against his knees shot a new thrill into his pounding boner. He thought of something else. He slid beneath the covers and descended like a submarine. He followed the odor to it's source. It was warm under the covers and there were a thousand combinations of odors.
He continued to lower himself always with a great deal of caution. When he came to the crevice, the great opening which separates the two cheeks, he inhaled. The young lad was in ecstasy for it was the first time he was so close to this very feminine unit. The perfume went straight to his head. It was his first contact with a very powerful aphrodisiaque. If he remained any longer, he would suffocate, he rebounded to the surface. At the same time his thoughtful cousin rolled back to her first position.
Valentine decided not to lose any time and once again started to lift up the night gown. The sensation of touching naked flesh tingled his spine no end.
Her adbomen was round and satiny. He even saw her belly button and even that appeared inviting. Instead of going up a little higher, he wandered down to where he saw a bush of hair.
His hand began to feel around lightly. He was like an explorer who was in virgin land. With one leg he pushed on her ankle and calf to make her give way. He wanted to see this dark frissy secret.
As his fingers wandered down the sides of the busch, he felt a wetness that startled him a first. Had she done peepee in her pants ? But he soon determined that it was not urine but a certain sticky substance.It must have been perspiration for after all it was a warm night.
He changed his course and went along the belly even past the luscious breasts and then he came to the mouth. It was slightly open and breathing normally. Seduced by he breasts he crept back to the mounds and there he became audacious. He put his mouth to one of the breasts and began to suck. He noticed that it became hard and the nipples shot up like the tips of the small fingers.
Then the nervous lad roamed back to the mouth of his sleeping cousin Once again with an utmost of grace he put his lips to hers. He explored her mouth a little with his tongue but he did not want to stifle her.
Then he remembered that hairy mystery which spread out below her belly. He descended once again. It wasn't the same as her rear but it had something to it just the same.
It put his head right to that region of darkness. The frilly hair tickled his nose and he just missed sneezing. He smelled the odor of peepee and this was an odor that he never considered disagreeable.
He plunged his nose further down. There he encountered a humid region and he asked himself whether this was the dark mystery adults frequently talked about.
He was at he foot of the bed now and he was staring right into that profound hole which seemed to be yawning with every breath that came.
His nose moved toward the object and once his nose approved of his cousin's odor, he placed his mouth against the mound. This was much better, for here he would not have the problem of hair getting into his nose and possibly sneezing. That would spoil everything.
His tongue went in and out of the crack and it seemed that every time it went in deeper the opening would get wetter and wetter.
His cousin moved about, brought her thighs together and trapped the lad's head between them. Then she moved them apart and he was once more free of the human nutcracker.
Valentine kept licking away and the aperture got bigger and wetter. He had difficulty in controlling himself for he was witnessing a strange pleasure. Liquid was flowing from the walls and pores of that cavernous region.
He wasn't able to breathe and besides his dick was troubling his because of it's swollen size.
He climbed up on his cousin and then tried not to agitate himself any more, he fell on his cousin's tummy. There he reposed himself. But after a few seconds he felt that his stick was very close to that wet opening he had just explored.
Ah! Cousin! He felt that his little dick was going to burn up, it was so hot. He moved up a little and he felt his dong slip inside of her hole.
He was lying on her with his cheek against her shoulder. He took a teat in one hand, and gently crushed a nipple.
He didn't know what to do so he just stood there with his cock in the young girl's gap. He moved down to her armpits and took a whiff of the odor there, but once more the hair tickled his nose. Neverthless he liked the odor and even the taste.
The sensation became exasperating. He was as hard as a rock but he couldn't come. And for good reasons.
After a few seconds he took his instrument out of the hole with the idea of resting it.
As though she was awaiting this gesture, Pauline rolled over on her side with a sigh.
Glued in his corner and very much decided to think of something else, Valentine gave way to his fatigue. He was still hard when he fell asleep. The day was breaking and a layer of light lined his tired face.
There was even a fine light that gave the shoulders and face of Pauline a blue shade and there seemed to be a hallow that was crowning her head.
When Valentine heard, sometimes later that girl's hearts were light and couldn't be taken seriously, be remembered his cousin Pauline. She was a heavy sleeper. But then a troubled thought and thought...' Unless she too...' Was it possible? He would never know.
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LADYLOVERS
It wasn't a bad idea that Richard had asked Monica to come over to his place or a discussion on certain subjects. She had been his mistress for quite awhile and until now, she had submitted to all his wishes. And he was a man who was desiring piety. But two people eventually exhaust their repertoire together and even when they try to go over it again, something is lacking.
Since Richard did not see why a woman who belonged to him should not go right to the limit in all he demanded, he had asked her to find someone else and, lo an behold she accepted this arrangement.
Richard wasn't too pleased, but his morbid sense of change was irresisible and he had to try everything that he deemed might heighten their relation together.
He sent Monica out in quest of a new adventure. She would be able to find one alright for she was not at all badlooking. Her round buttocks was a joy to look at, with their agitating gests and quick shifts that stared from the hip region. She had nervous thighs and even her back wiggled giving her walk a flagrancy, rarely seen today. Her hair was packed on her head, rich ndd brown and her eyes were emerald green and glowed with a passionate warmth. The nape of her neck can hardly be described for it was of a rare perfection.
Because she was this way and because Richard was the way he was, he was going to introduce young Monica to a new realm of pleasure seeking, even though it was one she had throught of so vaguely that it slipped to the back of her mind. Richard had definitely decided, and as he lit a cigarette his mind flowed into the secret domaine of wild thoughts of lesbianism. To see his little Monica on the banks of Lesbos was his new caprice. How could he be instrumental in paving the way ?
Jnst how "would he go about ? Could he say'
Madame I would be very thankful if you would take my litlte companion to bed with you, 'or' I have heard that many women are subject to this sor of treatment'. No, these idiocies would never do and he knew he would have to try something else.
The only way out was to discover a real one. And he would find out because there would be certain words or gests that would give her away
He knew of an English girl, all, blond and statuesque. She was about thirty and a delightful creature, although a bit disdainful of many things that surrounded her. Was she one? She lived in a fine hotel not too far away. It was a noisy hotel due to the night club which was directly beneath it. However she did not frequent the club and probably for very personal reasons. Richard tried to guess them, but was incapable of gathering up all his hypothesis on the matter.
He was extremely lucky. One day he had the good fortune of eating opposite her in a restaurant and they struck up a casual conversation and followed this off with a coffee. Richard pushed the conversation into higher grounds and intrigued the girl, who was know as Miss Burley, by his cleverness and comprehension in certain vital matters.
Whe it was determined that Miss Burley was very much a lesbian, Richard asked if she would like to meet a nice young lady who was just at evolved and refined on the subtilities as the mysterious Miss Burley. However he added that bis acquaintance lacked the actual experience. Miss Burley agreed that she could do with a new partner and that she would be very happy to meet the girl.
Miss Burley had hoped that she would find a suitable friend and the proposition put forth by Richard came just at the right time. When Richard informed her that he wished to witness the spectacle Miss Burley offered to hide him.
Try to think of a soft, white pigeon who sees everything with the most optimistic eyes. Instinctively on the defensive, emotionally quick with a touch of timidity, Monica made one think more of a white dove than a pigeon. She would be stripped of all her fetishes, humped up in a forlorn corner amidst a pile of lingerie and seduced by a husky blond who would offer flame and heavy breathing. Their bodies would consume one another and go up in fire, crackle and then sink to nothingness. They would have a fugue with the nuances of love in an incense-filled room.
It was the 3rd of October on a Tuesday to be exact.' It was a peculiarly hot day for that month. Even the asphalt softened in the streets and the heat was stifling. Richard introduced Monica to Florence Burley, that was two days before ,and now Monica was ringing the English girl's doorbell. She would ever have guessed that Richard was tucked away where he could look at he scene without being noticed. He was in the closet and the partition allowed him to have a clear view of all that would pass before his hungry eyes. He would even be able to hear whispers and he would not miss a thing.
The room was well-decorated and, in particular, there stood a great bed in the middle of the room which was easily big enough for two people, At the window a satiny sofa was placed quite practically and at the other end of the chamber an armchair. Near the armchair, a pull-out table shelved port, liqueurs, whiskey and other delightful drinks.
Miss Florence Burley was dressed in a black negligee which was brazenly decorated with her initial, a bright red F.B. carved over her right breasts. It was quite evident that she was not wearing anything underneath.
Richard was not missing the drop of a hairpin. He glued his eye to the opening and he compared the two young ladies. Florence was much bigger; a full blond with supple features and shining hair that was sightly turned in at the nape of the neck. She had a way of walking that was extremely seductive. The movement of her hips as a joy to behold and one could feel the tautness of her two wonderful cheeks. Monica who was seating on the sofa seemed small compared to the statuesque Florence. Her hair was a little shorter, and under her dark blouse two little points stood up proudly. She was wearing flats, that is flat shoes, and there was something child-like about her and although she was over twenty her real blossoming was yet to come.
Richard watched the gests and the courtesies displayed by the two. They sat together, after Florence had filled up two glasses of whiskey. She offered Monica a cigarette which had a strange perfume. (Richard could feel it's narcotic flavor enter his nostrils) They tipped their glasses and drank to the healt and loves of each other. Florence filled the triangular cocktail glasses once again and invited Monica to have some chips to which the lovely young miss declined with a graceful elegance.
When Monica disposed of her cigarettes, Florence took advantage of this let-up and moved next to her on the sofa. Her arm slid to the back of the yelloy sofa and Richard was able to see them quite clearly.
Florence let her night-robe slip a few notches and Richard was able to see one of her breasts down to her rosy nipple and the other was just becoming visible. She crossed her legs and permitted one leg to go bare, stretching it out neat and long. A leg which showed the power of the woman her vibrant quality along with her beauty. A hand lightly fell on one of Monica's leg. Richard felt that Monica was so hypnotised by Florence's flashing eyes and soft voice that the mauoeuver must have gone unnoticed. Miss Burley permitted the sweet Monica to see her breasts and Monica shyly took a look but then quickly lowered her eyelashes as though she were intruding on some thing very private.
Another drink was offered and Richard wet his lips for the day was hot and he too could have used something cool and stimulating. For him the heat had redoubled. Florence passed the glass to Monica who was all aglow. She had not noticed the hand of the English girl creep over her bosom in an effort to persuade her to take off her sweater.
The laughed together over a joke that frankly was not too funny and foUowing this interlude Florence took up her former position laying a soft hand on Monica's leg. This time, she rubbed up and down, wrinkling the brder of the green satin dress. The another hand was at work also arnd spread over Monica's shoulder. The gest established a contact and drew the two girls close together. It now was more apparent than before that Florence was much bigger. She seemed to cradle the enfantile Monica.
For the first time Richard had realised the color of Florence's eyes for they were ablaze with desire. Eyes that were as grey as cat fur plunged down on the helpless Monica and fixed itself on the entire face of Richard's mistress.
Florence bent her mouth down to meet the little red tinge of the virgin. Monica did not resist.
Their lips were locked in a tender embrace and one could feel the communion of ideas that kindled at the same time that the two misses became properly introduced to one another. They kissed perhaps once or twice savoringly and then Florence's hand reached up to Monica's blouse and unbuttoned the top four clasps. It was such a hot day that Monica did not wear a bra and happily Florence discovered two meritorious features without any long delay.
Florence played serenely with the two ovals that were ripe and adorable. Richard remembered saying to Monica, and honestly thinking so, that she had the finest pair that he had ever seen.
The was Florence was caressing, them with her long supple, professional fingers, she must hare found them delicious also.
Richard noticed that Monica's fingers were tightening up and he felt that she might explode at any minute at the audacity of the English girl, who was taking a real advantage over her. Florence left the upper region of the fair Monica to concentrate on the lower part of the body. She reached the hips and slipped along the thigh. She did this in such a delightful and skillful way that it made Monica strip herself of her skirt. This was a tactic which required a marvelous bit of ability. Richard was beginning to admire the talent of the English blond.
Monica' thighs were nealtly bandied and Florence crawled up and down them with her graceful arms. Monica was dazed at what had happened and perhaps was still trying to guess what had happened in such a short interval.
Right up to the warm belly and around the inner thighs the miraculous working hands of Florence wandered in it's unering search. Her dexterity was composed of such skill that Richard bad remarked the leisure spreading of the legs and he was almost sure that Monica was slowly but surely giving in. When Monica began to agitate her lips and roll in a certain rhythm, Florence as well a Richard was sure that the young girl had given in for good.
At a certain moment, Florence stopped her caresses for she had noticed that Monica was trembling slightly. Monica unwittingly had just come and attained her pleasure. Florence bad not even ventured as far as her sex and the young lass has shivered with" pleasure.
Florence took the initiative once again and led Monica to the bed which seemed to be awaiting them. As the slightly exhausted Monica lay on the bed, Florence with one strong wiggle let loose of her negligee which fell silently to the floor. She was in the nude, this glorious amazon. Before creeping up to Monica, she placed her hands on he rlips and considered the little morsel in front of her. Who could guess what thoughts were parading in the blond's head?
Florence climbed up on the bed and was kneeling in front of the reclining Ophelia. She lowered herself on her two elbows and contemplated the furry little pasture which she was going to enter shortly. Poor Monica was lying there with her legs spread apart and her arms folded on her breasts in the shape of a cross as though she were awaiting a holocast.
Richard then got a good look at the majestic ass of the voluptuous blond. He even got a fine view of the yawing cat that crept between her sturdy thighs. From where he was he could practically reach out and touch her.
Richard felt the pungent perfume which reeked in the hot late summer air. He saw the English lass proudly take a deep breath of the hallucinating air and plunge face down into the pubic V. Her rhythm was splendid ,she seemed to lap up everything. Monica whined and whinnied on the spacious bed.
She remained there for awhile giving Richard a chance to rehearse the entire situation. After all, he was right. He knew that a girl like Florence could do the trick and he was right in asking Monica to wear something light that day. But he was filled with strange notions nevertheless. Women were a strange lot and he felt that he was never going to get to know them. He had given Monica over to lesbianism, but just how had she taken this, was it for him or for herself? He had to know. And the other? Florence Burley, What did she have in mind? His great project was back-firing and he swallowed a chunk of saliva and hoped that he wasn't heard.
The whole scene began to trouble him. He looked on and saw Florence still buried in the pussy of the outstreched Monica with her hands reaching up to the arrogant lithe nip ples.Monica echoed a little whimper and wriggled now and then. Her stomach contracted and loosened up and the steady activity of the tongue which was invading the warm nest had caused consistent minor eruptions.
Monica was not a great demonstrator. She rocked and rolled with a grand uneasiness and arched her back and then came the little inuendo of slight puffings which led to moans. And then the final cry which broke the heavy atmosphere. Monica had just arrived at her pleasure grounds. She lifted her thighs and let them spread apart limply.
Florence did not budge throughout. Her head which was covered with golden hair covered-her face, except for a sharp red tongue which appeared to be taking in every drop of the precious liquid. That honey which was bitter and sweet at the same time coming from the sexual fruit of a young girl.
Finally Florence emerged from her burial ground and spread out against Monica offering her an arm to put around her shoulder. Her long arm seemed to gather up the tiny Monica. Florence planted a long succulent kiss on the mouth of the happy adventurer and she received a healthy tongue which penetrated into the throat and over the palate. Their months remained attached (or several minutes sucking each other in.
Richard saw Monica's hand grip Miss Burley's thigh and squeeze so hard that it left a furious mark. And then the small hand went to the back and along the muscular region of the ass. Always leaving a red trace of scratching and temptation.
Florence reclined her head and allowed her hands to wander swiftly and surely over the velvety skin of the passionate Monica. The two women were building up to an active climax. Their hands were promenading all about and the breasts were particularly sought after and the nipples squeezed. Florence was adept and there was no doubt about it. She was the lover here and the way she demonstrated her talent, not only women but many men could learn what they have lacked for so long.
Her hands wandered under the armpits and then reached up to the nape of the neck and then down to the belly.
Monica probably out of gratitude more than passion began to suck the luscious teats of the English mistres. She began to bite the rose nipples playfully.
Richard thought that he would like to have changed place with Monica for he too would love to nibble on the booming teats ot the English amazon. eH tried to ward off a whirl of thoughts and concentrate simply on the spectacle that was before his eyes.
Florence reached down and caressed the thigh of the recovering Monica. Monica followed suit. They both seemed to be uttering how much affecion they had for each other. In the fashion they caressed one another, there was no doubt that they found an immense compatibility in being together.
The way Monica sucked at Florence's breast made one believe that there was nothing more flavorsome and ardent in the entire world. And the manner in which Florence fondled Monica's pussy and thighs ,one would have sworn that she could never give this pass-time of sheer delight to another person.
They changed positions after a few minutes and this time it was Monica who would receive the caress of a wide mouth on her little teaties. Before reaching this cherished area, Florence had encircled the region of the armpits and the little throbbing point at the neck where life shows itself in tiny pulsations.
Richard listened to the moans and the stormy breathing of the two female companions. He saw the gapping mouth of the over-heated English girl close over the willing breasts of his little Monica.
Florence moved quietly along the body like a sentinel of night. She ventured down to the belly and then nibbed at the public hairs only to return along the same route. Monica crisped her fingers and dug them into the traveling English head.
Florence anticipated the thoughts of Monica and once again shot her head in the vast secret domaine of apricot lips. She tickled the clitoris with her trained tongue and even scratched at it with her teeth. To give the act more flavor she took one of the sexual lips and pulled at it lovingly. Monica groaned with pleasure. Her tongued darted in and out and then curled to lick the walls of the vagina. Her treatment not only excite Monica, but caused her to wrap her thighs around Monica's innocent head. Monica knew what she was seeking and followed the guidance of a marvelous tutor.
Florence soon felt the rapturous contact of the humid tongue and it awakened a greater desire. She repeated her gest with a tripling of her regular sensations and the excitation which it caused Monica rose the youngster to new heights of sheer joy.
Richard did not know what to do with his elongated prick. He felt that he was going to burst wide open, but he did not want to lose this wonderful feeling of sublimity.
The murmurs of the two lovers seemed to reach his car in waves which passion and her cries were becoming sharp and strident. She was on the verge of a grand pleasure. Her tongue reached the anal entry and she could no longer keep from sucking and moping up ever square inch of Florence's healthy round ass.
The two crushed each other lovingly and they bugged one another to keep their perfect harmony intact. Monica felt the urge to urinate which pressed upon her pleasure seeking. The ravaging Florence kept up her attack and Monica was forced to submit. She let out her joy drop by drop coating the perspiring Florence. The reluctant Florence sensing that her partner had given up her load and was in the throes of ecstacy had taken up a new vigorous role and she too was emitting slow jets of liquid which was being absorbed by the savory humid mouth of the faithful Monica.
by a common agreement which was felt through the ardent pleasure of the sense, the two women abandoned the stage and received the joy of each in their oral cavities. With great healthy swallows they slobbered every drop of liquid and licked away till the platter was clean. Their sensations continued for they were apparently in love and the earthquake they gave themselves died down in simmers.
They both stopped at the same time, devoid f any life. Pearls of liquid hung from their wet pussies which shown in the golden light of day. They lay there disengaged. Every once in a while, Monica would slip a langorous tongue along the buttocks of her fair Godiva. And this love gest would be welcome by a touch of the tongue in the anal region. They would son be restored to a new awakening. Florence began to claw at Monica's ass and Monica would wriggle and with a fullopen mouth penetrated the crack of the powerful Florence. Once again it began. It stormed up violently and they pitched and tossed like two ships on a drunken sea clashing against one another. They both crashed on dry land and remained immobile for a time.
The two lovely beauties were locked together, happy, broken, full, revealed, unconscious conqueured.
When Richard asked Monica about her impressions and how she found the English girl, Monica simply answered with a toss of her head that she wasn't home so she went to see a film. He watched her move to the table and with a distracted air pick up a book and start to thumb throught it. He could hardly keep his anger in check. Only one word was hanging in his mind like a heavy weight and yet he could not say it 'Liar'.
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SOCKING IT TO SALLY
It is quite well-know that dancers who often suggest a great deal, offer or desire nothing in return except their own professional gyrations.
The case of sally M. did not fit the usual pattern. Pretty Sally was a strip dancer with every feature that the profession requires. Tall, statuesque, golden with flowing brown hair she became a headliner from the moment she stepped onto the stage.
To say this peppery darling was irresistible was just not saying enough about her. Her suitors were numerous as well as her'absolutely not' was numerous. Everyone tried and Sally had let everyone in on her. But she wasn't happy, because she was looking for something and maybe something that was not easy to find.
She had gone through that wild stage of developement just like any other girl and just like any girl she enjoyed it. But there comes a time when one grows up and that is when one becomes more observant, more careful about certain things Loire had always been a foremost preoccupation with this queen of the ramp. She never denied it.
'It's like looking for a diamond in the rough' she said one day to aging Rose Leonard who was the hottest attraction of the burlesque some twenty years ago.
-'What I'm searching is a man. A real man who can stay hard for hours. A man with a certain size and certain temperament. I don't know what's wfong with me but I've got to have someone who is all-powerful'.
Rose Leonard knew men and she didn't want to disillusion her friend. She knew all men were pikers. Most of them screwed badly. And when they came to the end of the act, they would roll over and reach for a cigarette, and just leave the girl cold. How many times does it happen that the woman is left hungry and starving for a thunderous display or real passion? And how many times does it never come? Long ago, Rose faced the bitter truth, women were stronger than men and consequently they had to have a superman's strength.
The day that Sally confided in Rose and showed her overwhelming pussy, Rose understood that the girl was going to have a though time in life. It was unbelievably large. Rose could easily have put her fist in that crack and then some more. When Sally said that her sensations regarding love had to be felt in the vagina and not like many women who were clitoral, Rose noticed a sad expression on her lovely face.
What a pity/ They didn't make them any sweeter than Sally. She was perfectly normal, crazy about making love and gifted with a fiery Latin temperament. But why did that hole of hers turn out so big? Did it run in the family? There was only one thing to do and that was find a man or some men who could take care of this delicious morsel.
Around that time, Sally had a suitor. She usually turned them down by the dozens, but this one was special. His name was Sylvestor Bickel and he came to the stage door promptly at 11:30 when the show was about over for Sally. He never failed to bring her either flowers or a box of candy. It wasn't that he was faithful that Sally permitted this one suitor to have an advantage over the others, but he evoked an enormous amount of pity from Sally.
Sylvestor was small (no biger than five feet tall) and thin with big sad eyes. He touched Sally's heart. Here was this little fellow jumping after her when she needed some powerful brute. It was a curious psychological twist that brought these two together.
For Sylvestor, Sally was a goddess that could never be attained and kept for the good. And for Sally? Well she saw in this dwarf-like man a certain futility that resembled her own. She was too much in quest of love and nature had wronged her. This was his problem too. He was searching also and nature cruelly betrayed him.
Sally never turned down an invitation from Sylvestor to dine with him after the show. But when he showed his sick soul with the Big Baleful eyes expressing his ardent sentiments, Sally had to excuse herself and trundle off to bed.
One day Rose Leonard came in to see Sally and announce some starling news. It appeared that a ceil am Hack Stanley was coming to town and thai he was reputed as being a lover of particular merit. Another item that would please Sally, Hack had the reputation for having an enormous prick. Rose affirmed this herself two nights before. Rose said she could not make love with the man because he was so big. After he went down on her and licked her off properly, he confessed to the understanding Rose that he was unhappy for he could not find a companion with whom he could make love. They're all too small, he sighed.
Rose Leonard was a true friend for she had immediatey thought of Sally without having an egotistical motives that many women are diseased with.
Rose proposed a meeting between Sally and the burly Hack. Sally accepted for she hoped that at last someone would be able to fill her pussy and snuggle comfortably and strong within her.
Two days later, Sally excused herself to the perplexed Sylvestor who was just as faithful as ever. She told him that she had a rendezvous and that Sylvestor had ought not wait for her.
The soulful Sylvestor obeyed and he bowed his doleful head and dragged himself home.
Rose was vaiting for Sally at the corner bar. She greeted the nimble dancer with a cheery hello and introduced her to Hack Stanley. The man was enormous. He was a good six feet six inches and he appeared to be molded out steel. His shoulders were gigantic and his hands were as large as baseball gloves. This man must have been a cousin to Paul Bunyan. This was Sally's first thought.
The newcomer gave her a raspy Hi, Toots and failed to take the toothpick he was chewing upon from his mouth. There was something vulgar and brute about the man which oversteped the bounds of normal behavior. Sally summed him up as being coarse and uneducated. But she felt his strength and his physical attraction nevertheless.
Rose was quite talkative and she showed her true affection for Sally. It was evident that she wanted the two to hit it off. However, Sally was not at all sure. It was apparent that this was her physical mate, which she did not want to deny was a necessity. But he was uncouth and this disturbed her. She vaguely thought of Sylves tor. If only he could be incarnated within this body.
Hack Stanley took a gander at Sally and he beamed with joy .Here was a girl for him. Shapely and tall, one who was right up there with him almost. The high timber man made an attempt to charm the dancer.
Rose noticed the strange ambiguity that was clouding Sally's mind, but she did not understand what it coul be. Hack became annoying with his stupid jokes and raucous voice. When he cradled Sally in his sturdy paws, she looked up at him with a tender and yet perplexed expression.
They all had another round of whiskey. Hack winked at Sally and toasted her future loves.
Rose tried to liven up the conversation. Sally liked Rose. She had a good heart, althought not the brightest old gal one could find. Rose was all heart and she put in into her dance. Rose must have been pushing forty-five although she would never admit it. When she stripped and showed her obscene ass, it was with all the love she had in the world. Rose was on e of those women of yesteryears. When she made love with a man, she did so with her entire being.
Sally gave Rose a friendly smile and then turned to look over her future lover. Would it be possible for him to develop some sort of finesse? It was obvious that she was looking for something else than a notorious dick. This she had to have, there was no doubt about it, but a touch of sentiment had to be there to.
Along about one, a tiny figure entered the cafe and ordered a beer at the bar. It was Sylvestor Bickel and out of the corner of his eye he saw Sally laughing with the giant. He took one sip out of his beer and,left quietly and perhaps very painfully.
That night Sally entered the room of tall Hack Stanley. He smothered her in his arms and planted kisses in her hair and along her neck. His large hands caressed her bosom and tickled her back-bone. She was half-awaken for she was thinking of his manly power and this gave her the energy to strip down and crawl into bed with him.
She stood there in her slip and watched the big man take off his shirt. He rippled his iron muscles for her and demonstrated his biceps. His torse was covered with hair and his neck bulged with power. She felt the pangs of love creep within her and rushed over to the torso and dug her nails into the burly flesh. She planted kisses on his shoulders and chest and soon was panting for him to take her.
Drunkenly she took off her light frock and slipped into the bed. A dim light in the corner silhouetted the huge figure that was getting into bed with her.
She sprang into his arms and searched out his mouth. Hungrily she took a bite out of his lip and she pushed a desperate tongue into his mouth. Sally was besides herself. It had been so long she couldn't wait.
Her hands strapped him to her and she scratched into his strong back. She bit into his flanks and started to breathe heavily. Her hands wandered along his flat thigt stomach and she was burning inside. All the time the magnificent Hack was panting soft kisses on her lovely neck and shoulders. He seemed to be waiting for a more appropriate moment.
Was it possible that he was holding back on her? Was it possible that, after all, he was a smooth lover and was just biding his time? This anguish caused her to become more passionate and she sought out the thighs of her handsome amant. Her hand gripped his steel-like thighs and her mouth was beckoning to be invaded by a thick tongue. He did not respond as expected, and she was aflame inside.
Her fingers trembled as they crept toward his cock. Where had he hidden the iron rod? Finally she tampered his balls and the palm of her hand moved up to the stock. But is was harlf-hard and she had a start when she found that it was not too thick nor not too long. Her eyes opened and she seemed to have felt a bucketful of water snuff out her passion. It could not be true. He was tall, thick wristed, his hands were large, he was a mountain of strength. He just couldnt let her down. She fingered him nervously and he responded and his penis grew bigger. She manouevered it up and down and it's size grew in proportion.
He was hard and she found it's true size. He swung his legs over her hips and the head of his penis was at her gaping hole. He warned her :
-'Alright honey this in going to hurt a little' He employed caution. But is was useless he went all the way in on the first thrust. His mouth dropped open and he showed the oddest bewilderment in his action. For the first time in his life he was with someone who was too big for him. He became nervous an he shoved his peter in and out stepping up the rhythm. He felt her vaginal muscles working but it did not sufficiently tighten around his cock. Hack became restless and he tried to touch bottom but it was impossible. The large weighty man broke out in a cold sweat and with excited thrusts he came, clenching his teeth and stiffing his back. He did not rear like a lion for he was ashamed as he never been in his life.
When he lowered his head on her shoulder and was puffing a little less he opened his mouth to utter a few words.
-'I've been with a lot of women and they've been afraid that I would rip them apart. I knew you were big, Rose told me. But I never guessed it would be like this'. With a sob, Sally rolled over on her side and tried to get some sleep.
The next day she gave an unusually bad performance. She felt like throwing a tantrum but she was too grown-up for this sort of demonstration. Dejectedly she alked away from the theater. A voice broke through the night. A soft voice and a beseeching one.
-'Sally, Sally, wait' It was little ugly Sylvestor. He pushed the habitual bouquet of flowers toward her. She thanked him with tears in her eyes. Sylvestor thought of her. The little man who couldn't do a thing for her at least was always there with his customary gift to cheer her up.
She looked at his sad face. Those big eyes and shaggy hair. That particular over-grown nose with large nostrils and tufts of hair at the tips. A real shnoz. She thought of Casanova and she couldn't even imagine that the great lover had anything on sheepish Sylvestor.
Then her eyes lit up. Didn't a nose mean something? Where had she heard that propaganda 'Judge a lover by his nose' ? Not it wasn't possible. She took another look at the gigantic nose of homely Sylvestor. It was big alright, bigger than she had ever thought it to be.
-'Sylvestor, what are you doing tonight' she asked. -'I feel a bit sick and I don't want to be alone tonight'. -'Anything you ask is my command, you know' Sylvestor obliged.
The walked together without exchanging a word. She opened the door to her apartment and invited him in. He felt awkward and out of place, but she came to his rescue by offering him a stiff drink of scotch and giving him a nice comfortable easy chair.
He felt a little better after the drink and settled back into his armchair. The little man did no have slightest notion as to what was brewing. His innocence was his finest quality and she loved him for it.
She feigned a sudden fatigue and reeled over to the easy chair and sat on his lap with her hand to her forehead.
-'I feel a bit dizzy'-she explained.
-'Wait I'll get you some aspirins' -Sylvestor proposed. His cheeks were burning hot for he had never had such an intimite contact before with the gorgeous dancer.
-'No stay her with me I'll be alright' she assured him.
She leaned her head on his forehead and she felt the blood pound in his temples. Sally placed a light kiss where blood rushed with great heaviness. She unbuttoned his shirt and lovingly rubbed her hand over his thin shoulders and along his chest. Her month sought out his and they embraced. A long tongue caught hers and seemed to entwine at the back of Sally's wide-open mouth. His tongue was accurate and skillful and it appeared that he had hungered for such a kiss for a long time. His burning lips and active tongue stimulated her and she put her hand on his thin thigh. Gradually she creeped up to the buttons.
One by one she undid the buttons. She felt a bulge underneath that was raising her in the air. After the fourth button, she began to stick in her hand but it was useless.
A stiff brownish snake seemed to jump out and knife the atmosphere. She was thrown off Sylvestor's lap. When lifted herself to her knees she was face to face with the most powerful looking cock she had ever seen. It was stiff and solid and stood up like a bed post. She put her two hands around it and measured it's length. It was five fistfuls long, and her hand could not go around it.
Sylvestor reddened and was just about to put his dick back in his pants when she moved his hand away.
She licked it starting from the balls and them all the way up to the head. It was enormous. So enormous that she could not get it into her mouth without the maximum of strain.
Her hands sild down to her panties and soon she was kicking off this objectionable garment. She lifted her skirt and spread her legs as wide as possible. Sally was aware that this one might be her dimension.
And so it was. It fit tight and snug and her vagina was even pushed open a bit wider. But the finest thing of all was that Sylvestor obeyed her for he loved her. And he never came until she had her pleasure three or four times. Then he would explode and his fluid would enter her and stream along in powerful jets. He was like a volcano and it was hard to believe that all this thunder could come from such a little man.
Sally danced better and better and was even given a top-notch contract. The classy dancer became internationally well-know, but she kept faithful to one man. And that was Sylvestor. No one understood, not even Rose. Sally was too happy to give any explanations.
Sylvestor no longer brought flowers and candy, but was authorized a front row seat to every performance of his beautiful and celebrated wife.
