"Memoirs of a Playboy" created a tremendous stir upon publication in the literary circles of Paris and London. Since it was declared to be "a work offensive to the general public morality" by the London Board of Censors, as well as in Paris, all copies were confiscated and further publication prohibited. Fortunately, copies of the original printing survived through the interest of collectors of modern literary erotica in this unusual tale of way out sexual mores.
Actually, not since the days of Oscar Wilde and his coterie of highly-placed homosexuals and erotic experimenters, have the fine nuances of every type of sensual debauchery been so vividly described as in "Memoirs of a Playboy." The reference to Oscar Wilde is not idly taken, since the eternally lusting Don Juan who must physically possess every woman he meets, bears further analysis.
As exemplified by our hero, this type is literally obsessed with what seems to be a super-sex drive, a bull-like virility that must find its outlet in every feminine body encountered. And, as the reader will soon see, the utmost sexual intimacy is achieved with a bewildering succession of fair ladies-as well as some sex partners who are not quite ladies ....
At this point, it may be well to bear in mind the observation of the famous psychoanalyst Alfred Adler that "the male who is driven to frequent copulation with successively different sex-partners is not the dominant male that he wishes to project. In actuality, he is suffering from a crippling neurosis which we may best describe as unconscious homosexuality. It is to dispel this secret fear of his own homosexuality that drives the philanderer in his quest of endless sexual adventuring. Should an actual homosexual episode take place, it may well precipitate a complete nervous breakdown in this type of individual."
If this psychoanalytic observation will be kept in mind, it will give the reader considerable insight into the amorous adventures described in this fast-moving tale.
The author of this story has gone on to further literary heights, but the autobiographical intensity of "Memoirs of a Playboy" has an unequalled spellbinding effect-we know it all really happened.
This complete and unexpurgated edition is reprinted in its entirety, without deletions of any kind. It is recommended for the mature adult reader only.
Allan Saunders, M.A. New York City, January 1968
CHAPTER I
I don't believe I fall into the category of sexual obsessive, and yet as far back as I can remember the female element had already mixed well with my life.
My first experience in love goes way back. I'm twenty-eight now, and I can recall my first amorous exploits at the age of six. My family and I were living in Cleveland and my mother brought me to the home of one of her friends and it was there that I met Micheline, my unforgettable playmate.
It is difficult to spend an entire afternoon playing at bakers or doctors (however playing 'doctor' was not without it's merit for it gave me a chance to explore, touch and feel). Our 'traditional games' were performed after the lunchtime snack.
There, under the dining room table, was the playground of Micheline and myself. I still remember the colored carpet and the cups and saucers which we took with us. It was the perfect hiding place from the adults who were not too far away. Protected from their reprimanding looks we escaped into our children's world.
We looked out at the grown-ups as if we were two small animals in a cage. As for ourselves we had never until then looked each other over carefully. But I had noticed that my young playmate was rather pretty with short blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. We should have guessed that that afternoon would not be like the ones before, for she had asked me with a particular intonation.
- 'Well, what shall we play at?' - And not the usual' What shall we do?' -
She looked directly at me and her eyes narrowed with mischief and her head cocked to the side in lady-like fashion despite her tender age.
With a voice that was a bit hoarse and behind a face which I imagined to have a purple tint, I proposed -
- Well what about doctor' -
- 'If you wish' - she said curtly.
I took her pulse and laid my hand on her heart and it seemed that she was unusually warm. A little naive, after all I was quite young, I asked her.
- You're really not sick, are you ?' - She lifted her shoulders questioningly.
- 'No, why? Come on, let's play' -
Well I went about my business as a conscientious doctor. A check-up of the face showed no visible signs of trouble. Then came the neck. I felt her life blood running beneath my fingers. I was certainly right she was quite warm.
- 'You're tickling me - she said in a low voice.
I examined her chest, her dainty breasts, where my ear registered a heavy fierce beating of the heart. With a snappy professional order, I risked saying.
- We'll have to table off the blouse'- Submissively - 'Very well, doctor -
She took off her knitted red pullover with broad checks and a slight shiver crept over her nude torso covering her with goose pimples. She had a frail body the same as my own. I took a look at her little breasts which were as scarce as my own. I thought to myself, since they're like mine, it isn't worth the trouble.
A heavy voice fell upon us from the citadel of mothers.
- 'I hope you are behaving children' - Quickly Micheline pushed her arms into her pullover and responded : - 'Yes mother. We're playing guessing games' -
We listened anxiously to see whether the elders would return to their own amusing games of gossiping - 'Guess who I saw the other day, etc! Once again, comfortably reassured, we resumed our childish explorations into the realm of the unknown paradise of love.
- 'Spread your legs apart' -
She obeyed me admirably and in fact very willingly. Her legs were white beneath a yellow panty and my fingers ran up and down her well-rounded thighs.
- 'Does Madame have any pain here ?' -
By this time neither one of us believed in the game which only served as a pretext now.
- Tea Doctor' -
I slid my finger between the small opening of her panties. Ah, I felt something and was quickly joined with a short moan coming from my patient. She spread her legs a little farther apart in an effort to help me. At that moment I wasn't sure whether we spoke or just guessed our relation to one another.
I leaned toward her and in a low persuasive voices
- 'If you will take off your panties, I'll be able to see better' -
Micheline slipped off her yellow panties, and before me was a young girl, completely nude with a slit rose-colored apricot shining between her legs.
- 'Let me put in my finger' -
I was filled with self confidence. I would have never believed that it was no -simple. However I was somewhat deceived. It seemed to be too bare and I felt I was in front of a de-feathered chicken.
- 'Finished doctor' - Micheline asked.
She appeared a little unsettled and wished to dress herself and I sensed that my fugue was coming to an end.
She murmured a sigh while slipping on her pants and then all at once a door opened and a brisk voice questioned us.
- 'You're behaving I hope ? -
Then suddenly the tone changed into a heavy order.
- 'Get out from under that table this minute' -
My companion tried to escape by crawling away from the direction of the bombardment of the voice, but she as caught on all fours and received a few wicked slaps once the departed from Hie safety zone of the table.
As for myself, I needn't mention that men pay dearly for their slight adventures. What a lacing I received.
- 'You miserable boy' - my friend's mother admonished me.
My own mother demonstrated her indignation also. Of course, it was a tone less, since she did not know rightly whose fault is was.
- 'Micheline stay here with us' - decided her still hot-tempered mother - 'And as for you ; Upstairs in Micheline's room at once' -
Alright. I went out dragging my feet. This was going to be just dandy, I thought. Micheline's room is gray and bleak and her window overlooks a desolated court.
- 'When you go up in the room, put yourself in the corner and don't move' -
When I got there, I heard the door slam behind me, giving that final impression of a prisoner who is to be locked away for good. I stood in the middle of the room taking in everything and gaining in my knowledge of Micheline's room.
I noticed my young friend's divan and above it a shelf of books. I vaguely thought that it might contain some risky titles, but no it was filled with the usual books, 'Robinson Crusoe" 'The Poppy Girls' 'A Vacation for Polly, etc. I then explored a chest full of toys in my strange hope of finding something, but evidently it was just full of dolls and playthings for girls.
I took up a book called 'Susan's Weekend' and hoping to entertain myself in this lost state of mine, I could not throw off my rage which I held from showing and threw the book down, totally bored.
- 'Open up, do you hear me' - I shouted at the top of my lungs.
A couple of footsteps approached, and a doomed - filled voice said -
- 'It's not worth the trouble. You're locked in and we have the key and you can just rest there in the dark. That will give you the chance to understand the bad thing that you have done' - I steamed with anger, but I didn't want to show it.
The room was almost steeped in darkness except for a slight reflection which came from a window across the court and which would give me an opportunity to read at least
I approached the window. Suddenly a strong light shot up from the passing trolley and it seemed to put me on display for whomever might be outside looking up at the infamous scoundrel who had been so wicked. The light seemed to accuse me. 'Here he is the little boy who looks at th bottoms of little girls'. At least, that is how I interpreted that flash of 'accusing' light.
Beady to leave the window in a moment of disgust at myself, I was drawn back by a person who entered the lighted room across the court.
I must admit that by nature I am rather curious and so I proposed to stay. I quickly made out the interior of a bathroom and the figure who had entered was a woman of perhaps thirty. I could not really tell but I assumed as much. She sat before a large looking glass and made up her eyes, fixed her hair much in the same way
I had seen my mother take care of her appearance.
I did not follow her gestures and her self concern with any particular interest until, all at once, she let her dress slip from her shoulders. My interest perked up and I gazed with wider eyes at the well-rounded shoulders.
She must have been looking for a slip for everything was taken off. But on a second glance I noticed she was wearing a brassiere and underpants. But still, nevertheless, here was grown-up and almost entirely naked. This was much better then my minor excursions under the dining room table.
I really couldn't tell, or for that matter, rightfully remember but it seems to me that my little dick was standing up firmly. The question that came to in my mind was whether she would take off the rest. And each time it looked as though she would take everything off, my whole being seem to race with an unknown happiness.
She moved around and then came the big moment. She placed her hands behind her back and unhooked her brassiere. My tongue was out of my mouth and it must have been licking spots on the window for I was glued to the pane. When she came near the window I had the impression I would explode with joy.
I really don't remember what she looked like, whether she was fat or thin, large or tall. But for rae, at that time, she was like a goddess, and only one thought came into my mind.
- 'I hope they don't come and fetch me now. Please don't let them come and get me now.'
The thought stuck in my head as I watched the woman go to the back of the bathroom and bend over a receptacle and I knew what she was going to do. Nature worked the same way with boys and girls, and I guessed men and women.
She took down her panty and exposed a black spot right between her round thighs. Maybe it. was some more underclothing. One must forgive the innocent musings of a youngster.
I really can't say what she did afterwards. For" me the highlight came when she was completely nude. I was sort of paralysed to the spot when my adult makers of justice came to free me. When they startled me from my stance, my eyes must have been blinking like an owl.
My mother probably took my pale complexion for remorse for once was were in the streets she squeezed my hand and put her arm around my shoulder.
- 'What you have done is a very bad thing, but it hasn't made you that sick, has it my darling' ? -
Dear old mother, if she had only known.
We went often to Micheline's house. My other used to sit on the lounge by the window keeping an eye out for me and making sure that I would not repeat my atrocity.
As time went on, the two women stood up for the rights of their own child in the affair. It finally ended in the breaking of friendship and my mother grabbed my arm one day and hustled me off with her nose in the air.
A
That particular incident kept me a little wary for a while. School went by quickly and I could hardly wait for the great summer vacation. My father had inherited a fine mansion in the country fit for no mere then our small family. (I failed to mention that I was an only child and I never found out why exactly I had no brothers or sisters).
When we came to the country, my parents had r friends there, but all that I could find where the country bumpkins, small ami stocky and the little girls dressed in aprons.
There were the little pranks that the country children pulled, such as pissing in certain places where they shouldn't and lifting up their underlies showing their bare bottom in disdain at grown-ups. A fast get away was always handy.
But all these things are quite normal following a line of tradition among children. And in these very beginnings one can detect the veritable making of a lover in future years, equally among the girls as well as the boys. After all, no one can keep the lion from being a carnivore. We were destined to follow our normal course of action.
In our gang, bulging with healthy youngsters, there was one particularly attractive girl with dark brown hair. She was amazingly well-dressed for such a young girl and she answered to the name of Joan. She wasn't the same as the others. I found her very pretty, but amidst the games and cries of our group it was difficult to bestow my admiration.
Every time I asked my mother to invite my friends to come and play in the garden, (a fine garden on a slope with a brook at the bottom of the hill) she would give me a far-fetched reason such as - 'Your father is too tired and you will make too much noise! - or - You know very well Leonard doesn't, like any one to walk over his fresh grass'. {Leonard was the gardener and I must admit I found him dull and cumbersome and I even took pleasure knocking down his tree supports as well as setting tracks on the lawn.) It was how I saw him at the time, an enemy to my infant world.
I decided to be cagey with my mother and I appealed to her pride which she had in abundance.
-- 'I'd not care if it were only for myself, but you know how people talk' - I said this with a detached air provoking my good mother to retaliate.
- 'And what will people say' - (Hands on hips ready for battle.)
- 'That you always send me to my friends house for lunchtime because we are too tight to invite them here I -
She lifted her shoulders furiously but I could see that the mark had made its effect. I only had to stick a few more remarks into the verbal fracas to have the effect of sharp pins. I continued my offensive.
- "Freddies mother has invited me to lunch. She has cooked a wonderful apple pie'. -
Or I tried
- 'What wonderful people the Lofton's are and they are only farmers' -
For awhile I thought that my offensive was not gaining ground, but one day my mother came down to tell me.
- Your father is going to Akron and you can call over your friends. But remember no more than ten' -
I was already on my way to carry the good news to my companions. And Thursday we were all together as it ought to be. Naturally the fair Joan was among us. The house was ours for the day, from the basement to the attic. We played different games before lunch and then afterwards we engaged in cops and robbers.
I neatly arranged for Joan and myself to be in the underworld and I felt a pride in the way I handled it, so cunningly.
- 'Keep with me, I know a splendid biding place'. -
By chance I had come across, among my many explorations of the grounds a deserted green house. The 'cops' would certainly come around the greenhouse, but they would not. go in the back which seem to be blocked off by some heavy wheel-barrows. I replaced the wheel-barrows and we were left in peace in our treasured spot.
Joan was a timid girl or at least that was the appearance she gave and it was necessary to be prudent. I wasn't sure how to take her and I must remind my readers that I was still quite young and lacking certain experience.
- 'We'll have to cling to each other and duck down low for the will be able to see us from the green house' -
She was a bit hesitant to accept this manner of hiding but she leaned over me coolly.
- 'No, we better lie clown, they'll Bee us standing up'.-
I tried some direct questions to get at the point.
- 'What do you wear udder your dress ? Is it true that little girls and even grown -up women sometimes go without panties ?-
- 'You speak of such silly things'- she responded.
- 'And besides you should be quiet, the cops will be able to hear us' -
She was not playing fair. But that cold way of taking everything I said, excited me further. I could not hide my anxiety and my hands trembled in my pant pockets. Finally I thought of a strategy which might be worth trying.
- 'I've got to do peepee'- I declared in a pressing tone.
She didn't answer but just raised her eyes to heaven as if to make fun of the little fellow who was in distress.
I altered my tactics.
- "Bart I can't leave; the cops will see me! It won't bother you if I do it here, will it? -
Joan laughed.
- 'What can I do about it?' -
That complete indifference caused my little dick to almost break through my pants and I had a burning sensation up and down. Right in front of Joan, I unzipped myself. I had a difficult time getting the zipper all the way down and when I finally did, the little stiff rod shot out some hot liquid. I sheepishly moved from the spot.
In the corner I imagined that her faced must be red after the sight I presented her. I remained in the corner for a few minutes trying to urinate. No words were spoken, only sensations seemed fill the air.
In vain I tried to urinate. I couldn't. I don't have to explain this to the men readers they will understand perfectly.
I hemmed and hawed.
- 'Gee I don't know what's happening. I must be sick'-
There wasn't a sound.
- 'It just isn't right, I must be good and sick' -
And she still kept silent.
We heard the cops outside and the cries of our playmates. They seemed to be closing in on us.
- They are on the path and they'll be coming in soon'- Joan exclaimed - 'We should head back to the house' - She was calm and reasonable.
- 'Are you sure you don't want to make peepee ?" -
- 'No thank you' she responded showing her innate good breeding.
The rest of the day went by without any provocations and months passed without any major complications. It was about a year later that I got wind of the news. And at the same time it appeared that my mother was informed.
- 'What have you done this time' - she quizzed me with the same eyes that I saw in Micheline's home.
-- 'I don't think Joan will be playing with you any more' -
I pressed my two hands together. Had that little brown-haired whippet squealed on me V
My mother continued.
- 'It seems that instead of playing, you just want to make peepee all the time'. 'Do you think children want to play with that type of a child' ?
Once again, I invented a vague excuse and breathed a sigh of relief. I had escaped for the second time and my good luck kept with me.
CHAPTER 2
I remained rather pure during my young years in the realm of sexual experiences-. However I must admit to you that the usual adventures of young boys was really a stage that I was comparatively ignorant of. At sixteen I could easily be dubbed as an innocent. I received my excitation through the rubbing up against women and passing a light unnoticed hand around their contours when the occasion brought me this pleasure. But I did not masturbate and this you'll have to take my word for it.
I attained, at shortly after sixteen or seventeen, a state of continual excitement
There wasn't any doubt about it, I would have to find myself a female companion.
But where was I going to find her. Of course there were the paid houses. This really did not tempt me and besides there was the problem of getting a good dose of venereal disease.
The classical solution seemed to be the only real one I would have to choose one of my mother's friends and, at that a married woman, so as to not have any difficulties.
I scanned over the likely prospects.
Some were just too dull and others were plainly virtuous to the the 'nth degree. My choice rested on a cousin, who was blond and healthy as a fresh plant. And I hoped she would lead me to the pleasant satisfaction of love making.
Her husband was as big and strong as she was and besides he was the manager of our football team. At least, this gave me the occasion to meet her more frequently.
Finally the opportunity came. I felt that. I could now make my move. She. borrowed a screw driver which I had Slowed away in my bicycle kit and she brought it back with a large thankful smile.
With a lump in my throat, I stammered forth. - 'When someone borrows something, they usually have to give something in return' -
- 'Hummmmm'-
Her eyebrows lifted. She wasn't sure whether I was speaking seriously or just pulling her leg, which I certainly wanted to do.
- 'And what do I owe you for it ?' -
- 'A kiss' -
Her hearty laugh wounded me like a stinging slap. She wiped her eyes for she had laughed so hard.
- 'But I could be your mother' -
Not quite. She was scarcely more than thirty two years of age and should have known the effect she had on boys of my age. I had waited for the moment for a long time and I was certainly in love with her at the time.
She listened to my feeble pleading without, becoming angry. And then she delivered the blow and put everything in its proper light.
- "Can you imagine what my husband would say if I told him about this ?-
A cold sweat crept down my back. I apologized and said that I lost my head. I let slip out some massive complements and wiggled and turned and attempted to free myself from a difficult situation. I wondered for many hours after whether I was adroit enough to prevent a real disaster. I returned home and tried not to think about it.
A few days later I delivered a football to my cousin's house, (incidentally her name was Rosalyn) which was to be used in our big game.
Rosalyn's husband wasn't there and she was wearing simply a dressing gown. She looked me over or at least I imagined she showed some interest. We exchanged some banalities. Then in a tragic undertone she announced, 'I haven't been able to sleep for some two or three nights'
The only thing I was able to suggest was some aspirins or sleeping pills. She came close to me and with her eyes fixed on me. She became more precise.
- 'It's all because of you, naughty cousin. I thought of what you said. Is it true that you like me as much as all that ?' -
By gosh, if this was true, I was going to show her what I meant. She offered me her mouth with hungry satisfaction and planted a long vibrant tongue that slipped into my willing open cavity. I took the next step without hesitation and slid my hands under her gown and caressed her breast, which was covered by a light negligee. How I wanted to open the rest of her night gown.
- No, not now. I want it to be very good and right.'
She was in agreement with me. What else needed to be said.
She turned to gather a garment, from her ward robe closet. As site bent over she offered me a view of her round wholesome bottom. My prick was standing straight up and wanted to plunge through my pants. I glued myself against, her rump and she maneuvered herself in such a way as to better adjust the hardened rod between her slightly covered cheeks. But she regained her senses and backed away and would not allow me to touch her for the rest of the day.
- 'Later. We must be patient'.-
This little game of feeling up one another lasted for almost two months. It wasn't that she was a teaser, but she was extremely discrete. She was quite aware that her husband worked next door and she had no intention of risking a fatal scene. This seemed to exclude the possibility of making love in her apartment. She also was against a hotel which would not be too convenient and rather outrageous to her particular sentiment. One must trust in a woman, who after all, really decides.
There remained one outside chance. My mother who had taken on the responsibility as a traveling agent for a hat shop, and during certain days she was forced to leave the house all day.
She left me under the watchful eye of cousin Rosalyn. My dear mother could not have chosen better. I waited the day my mother would be gone and Rosalyn had promised that that day she would be mine. She even swore to it I had begged her so much.
It's useless to say that I influenced my mother to take her time and remember that the client is not to be neglected.
Finally the day arrived. My head almost sunk to my chest when Rosalyn appeared with her husband. But I was quickly reassured that he would only lunch with us and then hustle off to work.
Once he was out of sight, I was on top of her burying my two hands under her skirt.
- 'Wait a minute' Rosalyn asked 'Are you crazy?' -
Then she asked in a calm voice.
- 'We haven't eaten our dessert'.- Needless to say, I responded as to be expected.
- 'We can have our dessert later' -
We went up to my room. I was extremely hot and embarrassed her like a cub bear planting kisses all over. My hands were all over her. They cupped her thighs, her ass and her tits and then they slipped down to her pubic hairs. She throbbed against me and soon she was breathing as strongly as I. She seemed to have a troubled expression. Her eyes became overly large and moist with the pangs of love.
She pushed me aside lightly and began to undress. There it was before me. That great mountain of wondrous flesh. She was massive and yet athletic in appearance. She lowered her slip and I gazed at that mysterious part where soon I would bury my throbbing weapon. I stared at the rounded belly and the blondish V-shaped thistle. I could hardly contain myself.
Suddenly she threw herself on the bed and spread her legs exposing two great red lips and an opening that suggested a wounded animal. I stood there, like an idiot, still dressed.
- 'Take down your trousers' -
She was already excited and began to twist on the bed. I slipped off my trousers and underpants and she lifted up my shirt and took my prick in her hand and lightly shook the tip.
- "My how good and wet it is'. Come my love give me some.'-
I fell on the bed in one fashion or another not knowing how exactly to go about it. But she guided my hand. I felt something warm and wet. I placed my marvelous upright arm into that wet mystery.
There I was, actually fucking.
- 'Move a little' she suggested.
I bounced up and down two or three times, and there it was. The sky seemed to open and I saw a few refreshing colors and all my substance appeared to have flowed into the belly of that woman.
- 'Already' exclaimed Rosalyn in a regretting tone. Then she stroked my back and my hair and in her natural sweet voice, asked.
- 'Was it good? -
Of course it was, what a silly question. However, I was a little disappointed. She still remained on the bed with that yawning great, catlike opening and I detected an odor which I found not at all pleasant.
- 'Now we'll go and eat our dessert'. She seemed a bit frustrated, but her good nature rose with her and she put on her skirt and tossed me a motherly smile.
I did not feel quite right. And although I could not explain it. I felt that something was missing.
We started all over again right after the dessert. Toward the end of the afternoon, my teacher introduced me to my first sexual fantasy - the penetration of the ass-hole.
This splendid cousin of mine was like a trooper and she taught love much in the same way a general fondly instructs his soldiers. All the fine points were shown. I was a willing pupil. To this very day I must say that my cousin had been at the root of my education.
- Today we are going to make love from behind' she said. 'I'm going to crawl on the bed on all fours and you will penetrate nicely within me when I become good and wet. This is a recommended position when the partner has a dick which isn't too thick.
- 'Don't be silly, I'm not including you - I just thought that you should know everything.'
I wasn't entirely reassured.
I recall that one particular thing bothered me that first day. She wanted to make love from behind on all fours but only in the dark. Since I had read many times that one of the most pleasing of all sights is the bottom of a woman, I felt disappointed. I only ceded to her request because she insisted.
- 'As you wish, but how I would like it with the lights on' -
She was hardly on the bed in the new position when my love instrument stiffened. Rosalyn was still wet from the last sequence. I followed her on all fours and slowy found my way by exploring with fingers. Then I placed my firm dick in the open crevice and it seemed to contract much better than the front hole. When I reached a good point solidly within her she let out a heavy inarticulate moan. I slowly moved back and forth this time cautious not to be so impetuous and I seemed to have more pleasure.
- 'How is it? - she would ask from time to time.
What a silly question! If it wasn't good would I have been there at all. But to reassure her, it certainly was good. Her vaginal lips parted and squeezed me and then I felt I was going to flood into her. Suddenly I leaned from the bed and turned on the light.
Then I understood why she demanded no lights. Her reddish hair almost completely covered the opening of the inner sides of her cheeks.
- 'That wasn't nice' - she teased. She did not reprimand me as I vaguely expected her to, but she beckoned me to continue to fuck her until we both reached our pleasure simultaneously.
When I think back over my fine experiences with Rosalyn I can frankly say that she was not the best partner as far as the satisfaction she had in the acts of love. She was gentle, but carried little inspiration and lacked imagination and real humor. She passed on faithfully to me the lessons she learned from her husband who was probably the more inspired of the two.
From what she taught me, he must have been a man of some exceptional experience. We made love standing, on all fours, from behind, sitting in a chair, rocking in a rocking chair. We were not at all against the aid of furniture if our pleasures were increased.
One day I was able to obtain a vacation from school and I took the opportunity of making an appointment with my love mate. The seeds of passion had already sprinkled away, but nevertheless I was still a possessor of a robust appetite. I loved to squeeze her rump. (According to the Arabs - there is nothing finer then a good solid ass. Of course it depends on the woman). Her tits were white and a bit voluminous and the strawberry tips, I must admit, were not too sensitive. However, she did not make love intellectually. When she was wet in her lower parts, because of her combination of blond and red hair, the odor was disagreeable.
I climbed up the stairs behind her. We were heading for the attic that my best friend had let me have for the occasion. We reached the third floor when half way up she stopped to catch her breath.
The way she let her mouth drop open and her pose just leaning on the stairway railing gave her an appeal which I could not resist. I slipped my hand under her dress and felt the silken skin underneath.
It was easy to find my objective. Starting down from the round slope of the abdomen and coming to that nest of entwined hair and down to the promising thighs and up into that region which provokes a muffled sigh.
- 'Are you finished' she said unlocking herself from my grip. We had embarrassed each other ardently and our wet tongues found the depths of each others throat - 'If some one should come we will be in for it.' -
But she placed herself in a more comfortable position, spread her legs and offered me her breasts. I did not hesitate to linger my hand over her fresh skin. She did not conceal her emotions.
- 'Come on, let's go up'- I breathed haltingly -- 'Are you in that much of a hurry? -
Ah, that cunt Completely feminine in her actions. She wanted it there and then, right on the stairs, if it were possible As any other female she wanted her way. And in a sugared voice :
- 'But darling, I don't know whether I ought to go up' -
I pushed her up to my friend's attic room. While I was looking for the key, she reached into my breeches and massaged my massive stick and whispered in my ear :
- "It wants it so bad, doesn't it? How beautifully stiff it is, my hero.' - She mocked.
The room resembled all other rooms of that studio type. The divan was covered with a red rug, there was a worn carpet on the floor and lithographs adorned the wall showing the coquettes of the '20. Their asses bulging and their hair cut short
- 'It's exquisite' - Rosalyn chimed in.
But I didn't want conversation and what I was interested in was quite simple. I wanted to ripple in that warm crack of hers and explode my pleasure. I desired her nervous hands tightening around my back in an intimate embarrass.
Needless to say I wanted more.
- 'Suck me this time' - I dared.
She was half-undressed. Her pink slip tightly covered her pubic hairs. One of her silk stockings was falling down displaying her full formed thigh. Her large breasts hung proudly out. She was the incarnation of a healthy libertine. But this wonderful langorous photo of her changed all of a sudden and she showed her disapproval.
- "I'll never do that' - she declared
- "But why not' -
- "I have never even done it with my husband.'
- 'That's exactly why' - I kidded her with vague intention.
What had I done? I was heartless. A beast of a man who was only thinking about his pleasure (like all other men undoubtedly). I was only thinking of disgusting things in which I could force the activities of the women before me. These were almost the words she used.
I was in good humor and decided not to hold off the show.
-- 'Wait a minute' - my conscientious professor checked me.
- 'Today I want to show you how to make love in an arm chair.' -
A handsome large arm chair covered with rich leather was going to be the scene of our pleasurable journey. She undressed me and caressed my shoulders and back and then made me sit in th plush arm chair. There I sat with my joy-stick in the air waiting. During that time she was neatly arranging her affairs in typical lady-like fashion.
- Don't worry I'm coming' - she sensed my impatience.
- I see your handsome rod waving in the air' -
She bestowed me with long deep ardent kisses and at the same time rubbed my thighs with strong loving hands.
Then she turned her back and adjusted her rear. I had a difficult time entering at first, but with her excellent wiggling I felt more stimulated and my force rose to the occasion. Every-time I penetrated deeper she let out a mournful wail. I passed my hand in front to grab her tuft of blondish-red hair.
- 'You must like this, my warm - blooded cousin' - she echoed between pants.
I murmurred 'yes' naturally, half dying with pleasure.
- 'Hold off for a bit' she said - 'Wait for me.'
-'But I just couldn't. Her tawny cat like cunt absorbed my membrane and caused me to slip in and out with long regular strokes. I felt a liquid fall over the head of my dick and spurt by spurt I let loose of my juice.
She lifted her ass high and I saw the rose opening with its wet hairs foaming like a dog in heat and I could no longer hold back. I let loose with my last drops of white steaming liquid. I gave a loud sigh and tingled all over. As her wriggling died down I crumbled in the great fatherly armchair.
She turned toward me and said.
- 'If your are not pleased the next time we will try a normal chair' -
What could I say?
It was about that time that the great fear of my life haunted me.
I had taken a young lady with tassles of shiny brown hair to the movies one night. Her name was Lola and she was small and firmly packed. I never had any trouble with girls of her size. After the show, we walked along a brick wall when the desire struck both of us. I felt her up longingly and she did not resist but helped me by unbuttoning her blouse. Underneath I found a warm, soft breast.
I wanted to screw her on the pavement or find some lawn where we would be more comfortable.
- 'No, the grass is too wet' - her practical sense offered.
I held her solidly against the wall and began to caress her. She was in full consent and rapidly tilted her head and gave me her delicate mouth. Her tongue looked for mine.
I slipped my hand under her dress and recognized the pubic hair and I was not far from my objective. Suddenly my heart stopped beating.
For when my finger entered, instead of disappearing into the wet folds, I felt a hardened tissue of skin, as through it were starched and ready to break.
I quickly thought that this was certainly the dreaded 'syphyllis'. What would happen to me ten years later? I probably would not even be able to get half-hard. Twenty years later I would have to renounce my life with women totally.
But then and there, I was young; I did not dare back away from a conquest.
Even with the horror of thinking that I would catch some horrible disease, I stripped her down. When she became hot, I backed away in disgust. But she kept pursuing me, her eyes filled with a hate and longing. I detested this contact with such a leprous person.
I continued to help her in her pursuit. Yes, I was sure of it. I would help her but who would help me. I saw myself in a doctor's office and then in the hospital. I imagine hundreds of white rooms filled with tormented men who had given in once or twice like myself. Medical men bent over me and shook their heads in grim understanding.
It would be necessary to undergo at least five years of treatment. And those needles with purple liquids...
You idiot I said to myself. All this because of a little country tramp.
But Lola was oblivious of my torment and she continued to warm herself in a frenzy. I gazed into her face as my now healthy prick penetrated that sick doom. Her face was crisp with torment. Her eyes rolled in her head. The moon seemed to whiten her face in deathlike silence.
Suddenly she cried - That's it. You've unlaced me' -
She threw herself on me and bit my lips convulsively and wrapped her fluttering arms about me in sheer joy.
A few minutes later we released each other. She straightened up swept her hair back and did not bother to look at my disturbed features.
So this is what I had picked up. A little syphilitic tart who didn't even mind making love along the side of a wall, I loathed her for what she had done to me. She took it as lightly as she might swallow a drink in a bar.
Finally I dared to face the reality of the event.
- 'Tell me why was there such a difficulty in entering you.
She lowered her head and bit her lip. I was sure that what she would say would mean curtains for me.
She leaped at me throwing her arms around my neck.
- 'You're the first one that has gone that far, my darling' -
When I found out that I had just deflowered a virgin, and her at that, I was so happy and relieved that I gave her the first real kiss of the evening.
CHAPTER 3
My adventures with Rosalyn slowly came to an end. Nothing weighs more heavily then a sentiment which is not shared. I would have permitted her to show me to her friends and even create public demonstrations on the behalf of the cousin she loved, but she was too discrete and wise for that. It was when we were alone that she would show her tenderness and affection.
- 'Tell me that you love me' - she would demand.
If I responded with a 'yes, of course", I would receive all I wished. Then she would undo her repertoire much in the same way our relation began. Only this time she wasn't performing as a teacher but a real participant.
We made love in chairs and on tables and even, sometimes just standing up. However she refused to do it dog fashion with the lights on. She set up a code and listed the taboos.
I wasn't able to put up with such rigidity for a long time. We broke off and then we came together again. After all there were many things that we had in common. But once she felt that I was dropping her, she became virtually my slave and treated me to the finest of her delights. But our affair was destined to die and it only lasted a short while after.
All of a sudden I found myself without a woman. I was hemmed in a little village which was not at all wealthy in regards to its female population. And here I had gathered such a sharp appreciation of the hips, breasts and hidden secrets of women that it was difficult to impose a condition of solitude and starvation upon myself.
I told one of my friends about my distress. At first I had to tell of my adventures to George to gain sympathy and under-standing. Poor George Clay was a virgin and his eyes shone wildly at my tales. I was sure that his nights were spent under the warm seclusion of his covers where he experimented alone and with deep concern. My own exploits had stimulated his personal love for himself but neither failed to resolve his or my loneliness.
We finally got tired of crying upon one another shoulder and drew up a list of our potential conquests. We posed as men of the world and we insisted upon investigations to determine the relations our prospects had previous to our meeting with them. We were firm on one point. No virgins, for we didn't want any complications.
- 'There's always Suzy'- George put forth.
I soured on this thought It was true that Suzy was a lovely brunette with firm pointed breasted and who I would love to have had, but it was out of the question. She had no boy friends around her and this was sign that she was tough and probably a virgin. No, she wasn't the one.
- And how about Mona?' -
Mona was the sister of one of our friends, Max. Max claimed that Mona showed her best features quite, willingly. We had him swear about this. He tried to tell us how she was built but he had no sense of description which probably meant that he was short on experience himself.
Max was consulted and a plan was drawn up. Mona would show her pretty bottom for ten cents a crack and he would receive a handsome commission. As for the rest we would take care of that.
We made an appointment for Saturday, because Mona was in private school and was free only on Saturdays and Sundays. All of our friends decided to meet on the football field which was very close to a heavy forest in which we could hide and delight in the mystery of our very green age.
George and I counted on our great conquest. Mona must be about seventeen and Max nineteen. Our imagination worked overtime and we tried to visualize our fair Mona. I made her out to be a blond with apple cheeks. George saw her a blonde sinewy brunette with a love-mark on her neck. We were entitled to our dreams of her. At any rate, we would soon see.
In the near distance we could see two silhouettes, Max and Monica. We were excited enough to quicken our pace. It was that voluptuous pleasure -- seeking that resounded within us. Just to think that a few seconds after saying hello to the unknown girl, she would lift her skirt and show us her lovely proportions.
We even took a short cut to gain time. Max signaled us to join him in a closed-off area. It didn't take us much time to get there. We were an our way at last to see the creature of our dreams, who would promise us many delights.
- 'Let me present my sister, fellows' - Max said simply.
Well there she was. We stood there with our mouth opened and our arms dropped at the side. Before us stood a thin wisp of a girl wo couldn't have been over 14 years old. Her hair was blond and she wore pigtails as well as horn-rimmed glasses.
- 'Let's hurry up- uttered the gamine -'I want to hurry over to grandma's. She's having ice cream.' -
She was quick enough. She raised her blue skirt with its embroidery of flowers. Pulled down her panties and offered us a white flat belly of a kid and then with nonchalance showed us her pink apricot which was intermittently covered with young hairs.
I got hard. I think at the time I would have got hard for anything.
- 'Look at that' - I indicated my stiff wang. But it was all too apparent that the sex life of a male did not interest her in the slightest. She had simply come to exhibit herself and nothing else. She wasn't asking for anything more.
- 'Go ahead, you can touch' - Max offered generously.
Mona backed away disinterestedly. George put his finger to his nose and claimed that it smelled of piss. My exhibition ran cold and Mona was already dressed before I slipped my hanging rod back in my trousers.
- 'It smells like peepee'- smirked Mona holding her nose.
- 'That will be twenty cents' - solicited Michel, turning 'toward me with outstretched palm.
- You didn't tell me she just got out of nursery school' -I retorted.
- 'Leaves these broke bums alone, it isn't worth the trouble'- Mona gesticulated.
There we were two young lads with our arms dangling at our sides, and completely had.
- 'Oh we'll find something alright'-
He was absolutely right, I had seen too many men in search of tail and how they reacted. No, I wasn't going to give up.
- 'We might be able to find something. How about some real mature women? -
- 'I've seen your shop. No thanks none of those 60 year olds for me'-I said still unconsoled.
Then a thought same along. -'What about Clara ?' -
- You mean our maid' - my friend stammered. I meant her. Georges' parents had a big mansion and they employed a young girl of seventeen to do the cleaning.
- 'Clara' - he repeated - 'Are you crazy? What would my parents say? -
My reasoning came to the rescue.- 'It's a good idea. If she goes for me (and I really wanted to see this eventuality) then there won't be any reason why she won't take you on.' -
- 'Do you really thing so?" - he said with eyes that showed definite signs of an agreement.
- 'I'm sure of it.' -
I had the habit of sleeping at George's house once a month. After a late dinner, there was no reason why I coudn't stay overnight. Both mothers agreed that this was not a bad idea.
- 'I've got it' - George shined.- 'When my parents go out Monday after dinner, they'll ask you to leave with them. Naturally ; because they don't want both of us in the house with Clara alone. They're wise to us. They'll ask you if you want a lift. You'll say no because you have to do something in an opposite direction. You leave before them. You wait outside and when they leave. You come in. I'll open the door for you.
- 'Not bad'- I concluded congratulating my accomplice.
The fatal day came and I rang the door bell and my companion in crime let me in with a wink.
We had dinner. I eyed our future victim who brought in the food. She was only seventeen but she was sturdy and well-the food. She was only seventeen but she was sturdy and well-shaped. I could make out quite easily that under her loose skirt, there were two hardened adult cheeks. She walked with grace and her tender neck and fine small breasts were a joy to behold. When she leaned over me I could already feel the touch of her breasts, hard and firm.
George gave me a swift kick discretely under the table. Then whispered. - 'If you keep looking at her like that she'll become suspicious.' -
The after dinner sequence came about as expected and I said good night to everyone including Clara. I waited outside until George parents left the house and then the front door opened and I slipped back into the house.
We stared at each other and then one of us got the idea that we might peek on Clara. She lived on the first floor and if her light was on, we could go out and stand on the garden ledge and have a wonderful view.
The ledge wasn't high enough so we had to hoist one another on the shoulders. George went first. After a few minutes he became restless.
- 'She's just reading' - he said disgustedly.
- 'Let me have a look' - I begged.
When it was my turn, she had the courtesy to put down the book. Then she took off her sweater. It was getting good and my shaky friend was getting weak.
- 'I can't hold you up all day. Let's go into the house and look through the key hole.' - George suggested.
We went in and as it was still my turn, I bent over without losing a minute and focused my eye. The view was excellent. She was stripped by now and washing. She dried herself and then spread the towel on the bed. For what reason I was soon to find out. She came back to the bed with a bar of soap in her hand and sat on the bed. With her soap she rubbed her vaginal region. As her excitation increased, she rolled back on the bed and her strokes became more brisk. Her legs were spread in such a way as to offer me a full view. I saw her clump of brownish hair and her hand and fingers manue-vering masterfully.
Her fresh young box foamed with soap and come. All of a sudden she shook from head to toe and let out a wonderful moan. That whole sequel caused my dick to stand up like a flag pole. When I saw her there convulsing with her legs wide apart, I could not prevent myself from entering and taking command of a situation which merited two people.
I barged in with my boner tight and high. She didn't reach for anything or, for that matter, utter a word. Clara, in her dizzy happy state, could only eye the marvelous object I had unclothed.
Springing to the bed, I lowered myself and she simply clasped me to her. She was in such throbs and was so wonderfully wet that I entered her without the least trouble.
We moved up and down and she bucked and sputtered and then with a great 'Ah' she let loose:
- 'Am Coming. Don't stop. - she whimpered. George came in, after noticing my rage.
- 'Well don't be a rat'. What about me? - George got on top for her and with one or two small rocks burst out with a 'Guff' and collapsed on Clara.
- 'Please let me get up, Master George. I want to wash myself.
She asked George for the towel and went about washing herself without embarrassment. She was in complete control of herself and on finishing asked us whether we had enjoyed the evening. We were invited back when we were able to keep the secret eternally from Georges parents.
I only know of one other adventure, a great deal later, that came about more suddenly and more puzzily.
I was living in Columbus in an handsome small room near the railway station. Since I was living alone, I gave my shirts and washing to the owner of the hotel, who happened to be a woman, and consequently taking an interest in my young manhood.
One night I decided I needed a clean shirt and went down to the manager's lodge despite the fact that it was dinner time.
- 'Good evening', Mrs. Muffin -I said.
- 'Good evening, Gerald' -She smiled cordially.
She must have been an exceptionally attractive young girl for she was still well preserved and had splendid deep brown eyes that shone like polished buttons. I knew she had a lover, a Turk, who constantly beat her and was making love to all the laundry maids in the block.
Mrs. Muffin was complaining to a new tenant about the rise in prices. The new lodger was a ravishing brunette, young and alert who lived on the second floor.
- 'If I could only spread out a few economies here and there I would be able to get myself some new suede shoes with those adorable high heels.' - she was in her dreaming mood.
- The way things are you will be spending a lot of nights thinking of ways to economize, Miss Muriel' - advised the feminine manager.
- 'What can you suggest to avoid this troubling problem. I don't want to be doing arithmetic all night long' - Miss Muriel sighed.
She wasn't bad. Her blouse was cut low and her white skin glistened as well as her rose-colored hair, - 'Well you can always come up to my room' - I dared with that male assurance and joyful play.
The two women switched from a startling aspect to soft laughter and Mrs. Mufflin declared that 'Men were always coming out with funny things'-
As Miss Muriel passed me, I continued my advance with.
- 'See you later'-
From the top of the fifth she teased with - 'Perhaps'-
Once I reached my room I sank in my easy chair and began reading an interesting book on the sexual behavior of the Indians. These people were cultivated in the fine sense of the word, I thought to myself. Their great totem pole was a fine phallic symbol and the women came to this 'shrine' with gifts as they would to their husbands. Their gifts were symbols of their fruit-fulness.
I gave the subject some long thought, when suddenly there was a knocking at my door. Who could be calling at this hour, I wondered?
I opened the door and found the young Miss Muriel.
- 'You invited me, well here I am' - she almost danced into the room.
I tried to tell her what I was reading but she shoved the book aside and her lips were suddenly entwined with mine. Her small pointed tongue was solidly implanted in my mouth. She bit my neck with small warm bites and uttered what she desired.
- 'Unbutton my blouse' - she commanded.
I needed no stimulation. Her breasties (I must give them this name) were pear-shaped and solid. As I slipped her underpants off, she showed an amazingly healthy growth of pubic hair strong in odor.
- 'I lubricate easily' - she said. - 'If you just show me your prick, I'll come, that's how rapid I am.'-
She reached for my rod with extremely nimble fingers. And as we delighted in each others slow rhythmic movements, the totem poles came into my mind and I saw her clearly bouncing on the end of my own.
- 'Touch this' - she begged.
I have never to this day seen a women who was as wet. and capable of so many rapid pleasures. She was in ecstasy throughout. Our nude bodies slapped against one another in strong animal delight. Finally we burst in savage complaint and renewed our sensual friendship which grew stronger through the night.
CHAPTER 4
- 'A telegram for you Mister' -
I took the Western Union folded paper and slit open the edge.
- 'Your aunt Mathilda died' - Funeral Tuesday-Be there important'- signed Isabel.
Isabel is my sister and my aunt Mathilda was the sister of my father. It was never able to get along with her. But if the family needed me there was nothing else to do. I would have to take a train to Chicago.
I decided to take the night train. My boss gave me two days off but was a bit suspicious when I told him that my aunt died. Wasn't this the normal excuse ? He probable thought I could at least have some originality and try another excuse.
However he gave me an advance on my month's salary ; so I chose first class coach as my means of travel. I would be able to sleep in reclining chairs and have a fresh pillow at my head, and thus arrive in Chicago good and relaxed.
When I entered the train and took my place, I noticed a distinguished looking lady sitting beside me. She was wearing a light fur and the baggage she was carrying was of first-class leather. Her perfume was exquisite.
The chairs were arranged in such a way that the reclining chairs opposite us gave us full view of our fellow passengers. One was a service man and the other a daughty old spinster.
My luxurious partner with the handsome fur paid no attention to my presence and her bearing was an icy one. She slipped a blanket across her legs inclined her head and shut her eyes.
The only thing for me to do in such cool company was to try to get some sleep myself.
The train lights dimmed at eleven and I was still awake. The knee of my pretty train companion slipped out from her blanket and rubbed against mine. The very thought of sitting next to such an elegant morsel filled me with warm impulses and I was really hurt by the reception she showed me. If it were not for her coldness I would have like to exchange conversation with her. But here in the semi-dark with a warm knee thrust against my thigh, I was left to bear the rush of boiling blood throb at my temples.
An adventure in a sleeping coach. My friends had told me of the advantages of this mode of travel, but it hud always seemed far-fetched to me. No, there certainly wasn't any 'danger here.
About midnight, I imagine it was, she unconsciously snuggled over to me drawing her two knees up to my vest. Her skirt was half-way up between her rounded shapely kneee and the great sea of dark mystery. Her thighs were long
She let out a little whimper like a cat which was having a soft dream. I couldn't see very much j she was wrapped under the warm blanket, snug in her mellow sleep.
I turned toward the young lady and played the part of the lost sleeper who feels he is at home and forgets that he is just in a train. Unconsciously my hand rubbed against her knee. The very touch forced me to go on higher.
I hesitated for a few seconds and wondered about the circumstances that might take charge if I went too far. The scandal in a train when
I should be concerned with a funeral I was going to. I could well see some wide awake voyager looking in on the scene and then in a frenzy pulling the switch and stopping the train. The conductor would come and I would be carted off.
Well it was either my imagination or my adventurous spirit which would win. My hand slid along the inner wall of her leg and rested there. No sign of life. It took a good fifteen minutes for my hand to creep up to the fleshy part were her silk stockings were fastened. She moaned like a baby and seemed to snuggle closer.
A soft breathing filled with a delicate perfume alighted on my cheeks. My arm which was under her shoulder felt a slight pressure. If I was a victim of my imagination, I would have interpreted it as a sign to continue. Why give myself illusions ?
My hand cupped, her thigh. She stopped breathing and I could have sworn she was wide awake now. I remained there petrified waiting for a move on her part. My hand did not leave it's place. I was challenging every move and forcing the situation.
The old lady opposite us groaned and startled me. But I reassured myself that she was only having a presumptuous nightmare. Probably dreaming of a galaut suitor she once had and foolishly threw over for some absurd puritain reason. Her regrets marked her face like a road map.
It seemed impossible that my female partner was asleep. My imagination worked overtime and I felt my hand going higher until it reached that cherished land of tuft and honey. As my imageries wandered, she moved bruskly and adjusting herself, she uttered.
- 'Excuse me please I would like to pass' - she smiled sleepily as she walked by me.
That does it. What happened to her all of a sudden ? I slid into my chair completely puzzled. I called upon my reason which all great men will say is the only solution. After inducting and deducting, I finally came to the conclusion that she simply wanted to take some air which is really after all perfectly normal. She probably went to the toilet.
Then I altered my thought. No, it was quite unlikely that she would do this at such a moment when our intimacy was growing. I bounded up and blindly felt my way along the center isle. My direction ; the ladies room.
There was a light on, And yet the latch of the toilet was not locked. She certainly didn't come in here, I thought Simply checking, I turned the knob. My unknown friend was there. She looked at me without a word and seemed to feel that my presence there in the ladies room was nothing out of the ordinary. She wiped her lipstick leaning across the sink. Put her lipstick case hack in her night sack and then turned toward me.
She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and her lips approched my bewildered mouth. She remained unordinarily calm and her lips sealed against mine.
- 'What were you waiting for to fuck me, you idiot? - she said with deep seated eyes.
That was it. Our cards were on the table. She did not hesitate to draw up her skirl and I show her luscious legs behind a pair of expensive dark-colored nylons. She unloosened her silk under skirt and let it fall to the ground.
Then she went to the pot and sat on it with her legs nicely spread out. J could make out; a fine curly tuft of hair and an ardent smelt of a sensuous woman. Without caring a fig for my presence, she started to caress her lower region.
The spectacle almost made me wild. I unzipped my trousers ami my penis shot through like following timber. She leaned forward with great, hunger ; took my brandishing stick in her hand and gluttonily pushed it into her mouth. She sucked on it up and down, only intcrnpting this procedure with a few tongue strokes on the outride which skillfully took in the bulging balls of mine that throbbed with passion. Then she stopped and shook my rod two or three times to force out those cherished drops of liquid which excite most women to no end.
When she became good and excited, the woman in her came splashing out. The spectacle was radiant and it reached a wonderful high point of eroticism.
She turner herself on the seat of the toilet without the slightest qualms and presented me with two halfs of her apple, an ass of wide proportions and beaming white. Her nest was wet and her small button, the color of a rose petal signaled me to penetrate.
It wasn't a matter of duty it was the utmost pleasure which beckoned. I ripped into that great slippery hole. And what should normally have induced a violent reaction simply offered a cooing voice.
- 'Just stick the very end in'-she dictated.
I obeyed and soon found out that this elegant female was well-versed in the secrets of railway transportation. As the wagon cars moved in a standard fascinating rhthym my cock slipped in and out with the same regularity. The train whistle echoed my success. We were harmonizing with the movement of the express and our destination would soon be reached.
--'Now slip it in all the way right to the bottom' - she asked with hungry pants.
Her sex was deeper than I thought. I didn't get to the bottom, although I tried hard enough. I opened my trousers in order to get every inch in. I pressed so hard that my balls were half way in. Here I was doing my best when she complained outrageously.
- 'You dirty dog, can't you rip me open any better than that?--she wailed.
She was digging her nails into the plaster work. Those lovety painted nails of a wealthy woman. And there she was all mine huddled over a toilet seat. This sight stirred me all the more. I jammed my index finger in her ass-hole. She spun around and asked me to take her that way. With all I had a rammed into her and we rocked violently for some minutes before the booming explosion.
She let out with an 'Ahhhh' that must have been heard above the noise of the train. Our mutual liquids conjoined and rolled out on our sweat-filled limbs.
The train squeeled aud jarred and we were coming into a station. This means that there would be some new passengers in the isles.
- 'Get up quick'she ordered -
I zipped myself up, left the ladies room before a soul could take notice of me and nearly bowled over a heavily charged passneger. I reached my seat and happily noticed that everyone was fast asleep. With half -shut eyes I wandered in to that realm of soft dreams and my legs seemed to drift into nothingness.
When I opened my eyes, an elegant lady was beside me with a long cigarette holder leisurely banging from a hand, bronzed with red nails. She was still impeccably made up and her hair did not show the slightest trace of a tussle.
- 'Excuse me please I should like to regain my place'-she murmurred.
Once she was back in her reclining chair, I slipped an intelligent hand that warmly cupped her breast. Her hand intelligently met my wandering one and pushed it away. In fact, she moved as far from me as she possibly could. What was happening ? What did this all mean ?
Women, women. They had such odd ideas. Who could possibly follow them in all their varied gests ? We'll see what she does in the morning.
I woke up after dosing off just as the train pulled into South Bend. The old lady was awake and she as combing her hair and the service man was yawning in the mirror and checking to see whether he should shave. I turned to my lovely companion. Surprise among surprises, she was just as neat as when she entered the train the night before. Nothing had visibly changed.
- 'Good morning' - I risked.
She shot me an indifferent look which indicated she had no time to be bothered.
The train rolled into the station. My pretty night voyager called for a porter who quickly grabbed all her stately baggage. She put on her sport fur coat and bustled off, her high heels clicking at each assured step.
I couldn' help following her off the train. When I got off, I saw her rush up to a tall handsome young man. She stretched up on her toes and plunged a passionate hand in his entangled hair.
As I passed I could hear her mutter.
- 'Oh darling it's been so long'.-
I walked on a bit stupified. The passengers bad all taking their separate ways. The mist fell over the city. My mouth filled with heavy saliva and I spit with a bitter mouth. I came back to myself, shrugged my shoulders, and told my better half :
- 'That's the way it is, old fellow'-
I assisted at my aunt's funeral in Chicago and then ironically enough I was put on a slab for examination. It was for a violent eruption of my appendix. I was forced to stay in Chicago longer than I thought.
But let's not waguely totter off the subject at hand.
The funeral went well. That is, all the relations and good friends of my aunt reassembled for her last ovation. I looked them all over as is my custom. Among the rag-dolls of fifty and sixty was a delicious little cousin of mine. But my opening contact with her was cut short for my stormy undo intervened. A man of principles, he came strictly to the point.
- Von better not try anything with Lisa' - be warned.
Bo he warned me. It meant nothing. I wasn't bull-headed and besides why should I get into more trouble. It was better to leave well enough alone. He was right.
I was quite discrete in all my dealyigs following my aunt's death. The last few nights I was in Chicago, I decided to pay a visit to a friend of mine who was finishing up his studies at the University of Chicago. He lived along the Lake Shore.
He was in fine shape. We went out to dinner classicly. That is in pairs. He presented me two young ladies and he introduced them with labels:
This is Miss Jean Swanson, who has the neatest pair of breasts in town and here is Maudy Reynolds. She gives the best blow jobs in Chicago' - I was a combination of rapid thought and timidity. Who could, possibly decide of all the women in this great city, who could give the most tremendous of blows? This seemed to me a little far-fetched.
We dined in a Slavic restaurant; and had some extravagant dishes. We started with Borscht and drank some white wine and terminated with a Cognac. I was in a jolly mood and moved closer to the most beautiful teats in Chi..
Suddenly a pain shot through me and my friend (who was nobly called Peter) came to my side.
- 'What's wrong old fellow?' - he asked.
I reached over the shoulder of Joan and cupped her charms. Peter was right, they were amazing. The form was perfect and the nipples seemed to spring out of the blouse. Just when I was ready to make an acquaintance with this luscious lady another pain shot through me.
- 'You're doubling over pal' - he sympathised. 'What is it, your stomach ?' -
We were forced to say good night to our charming companions and Peter drove me off to some friends of his who worked in a hospital daring the night shift. They didn't leave me for a minute. In room 32 of the Dutton Hospital, the following morning I was on the way of recovering from an appendectomy. I woke up the next morning with a mouth full of antiseptic.
- 'You'll have to stay in bed for at least eight days before you can be up and around' - the doctor ordered. 'Then you can take a few steps around the hospital room' -
Three days after the operation I was eating normally. I was sitting up and enjoying the rest I was having. The nurse that was attached to my floor was a strong women with regular features and black hair that she kept neat against her oval head. She was about forty I would say and I had never imagined her in any other uniform than the usual white blouse and skirt of a hospital nurse.
Every morning and night she brought in the thermometer to take my temperature. My fever went down as could be expected and the night, it went to normal she came nearer to me then she had before. Probably to encourage me in my convalescence.
- You're telling lies' - she said. - 'It isn't possible that your temperature has already turned normal.
- Nevertheless I'll take it for myself - she affirmed.
I wasn't dreaming that a nurse of forty would shove a mercury tube up the ass hole of a twenty-five your old grown lad like myself. Well, if that was what had to be done, let's get it over with.
She made me roll over pull down my pajamas and then with a healthy slap on the ass, she planted the thin stick in my butt-hole.
One night she came in to tell me that she was the night nurse on duty. She had a strange troubled air about her. I asked her if she had slept well the night before. But she reassured me and told me that she spent a marvelous night.
Then the question turned on me and I told her I was feeling fit. She insisted that sick people never slept well during the night and she sat on my bed in motherly fashion.
- 'I think that I'll have to take care of that little beast of yours' - she smiled.
She rolled down the covers and before I could utter a word she took my cock in her fist- I was still under the influence of a stiff dose of medicaments, but in spite of that, I became quite excited and grew hard under her fine caresses.
She moved up and down on my rod and then changed hands without losing a stroke.
I wasn't long in coming. A rapid jet that throbbed like a tired muscle spurted the white liquid over her hand.
She was like an ardent worker. She got up wiped me off and then washed her hands.
- 'Good night my little one- she said soothingly. 'I know what ails the sick' -she winked.
I still don't know if that nurse was really an aid to the cause of suffering humanity or simply in quest of some personal excitement. Leaving the answer in doubt, let's hope that other patients receive the same treatment.
CHAPTER 5
I remained in the hospital for a short period of time. The last day I received a letter from my boss to take some more time and really get well. The air of Chicago might agree with me. I shared that opinion. I thanked him by return letter.
I had a few leisurely days ahead of me and very little money. It is true enough that the two hardly go together in those many cases where one desires to have time and money.
I was forced to live in a cheap hotel near the University. My new quarters were right over a Chinese restaurant. That meant the smell of chop suey all day long. I couldn't complain nevertheless.
My life was one of a prince. Or rather of a poor prince who looked green around the gills. At night I went, to the movies and after would take a snack near the place I chose to live. I. tried to pick up several women, but it didn't work out. I felt a little clumsy with these sophisticated women of the great city.
They must, have felt that I was simply a virgin hanging around ready to be had by an industrious prostitute and they all seemed to lose interest in me. The proof is that I remained three days without a woman.
I went down to the south side of town and mixed with the people. I tried to amuse myself with them, but it did not succeed so well. In an amusement park I almost got sick with the cheap perfume of the women and the sweaty stink of the men. People bored me and they certainly were not on my gift list that night.
However I decided to give into the amusements that the park had to offer. I drank beer from an oversized jug and ate spun candy. Then I took a ride around in a smashed car trying to smash into others. I was pushed by the crowds toward the 'take your chance' stands, the great roulette wheels in multi-color. They pushed me further toward the crazy house. A small home-made boat stopped in front of me and brought back souvenirs of by-gone days. A ride in the boat and then a spin in one of the those huge cylinders and then a rickety march over some moving steps and then out of the house.
Here was where two husky brutes helped the ladies pass by a hole which concealed a jet of compressed air which raised the skirts and caused acute embarassment to the young lovelies. They were spied upon by a flood of men with popping eyes who were just waiting for that moment.
One young lady stepped up to the finish line holding her skirt and she was quickly jeered by the crowd. No success there. The next to come along was a man and not one person lifted his head to see. The following was a redhead who brazenly come to the spot and let her skirt fly up to her ears. Several of the older men wet their lips and their eyes glued to the spot where they could get a trace of the mop of V- shaped hair. She was hailed as a queen.
That little redhead was not bad. I decided to take a stroll and hope for luck. I approched her at the bottom of the ramp.
-- Miss, Could I kindly ask you to have a drink with me?'
It was put quite galantly. She laughed victoriously.
- 'Perhaps you're hoping to get a better look then the one I displayed under the current of air' -
I stammered.
- 'Not at all, Miss' - I mean that I wouldn't mind, That is... Well don't think that I come here ever day.' -
- 'I don't know what to think, Mister. But anyway I'm here with a girl friend and I don't know what she wants to do.' -
- 'She can come along with us' - I tried.
- Well here she is' - the young lady whispered in my ear.
A gorgeous lively blond, apparently from New York, came by and bid us a cheery hello. She went directly up to the platform where the air spout religiously performed it's duty. The wind hurled and her skirt flew in the air much to the joy of all the bystanders. She showed a sturdy pair of legs and a light slip covering her pudgy crotch.
-- 'She's not bad at all' - my new acquaintance informed me.
Our sophisticated blond friend sidled up to us. She wasn't very tall, but remarkably well built.
----I think it is about time that I should introduce you two' - the redhead proclaimed. - 'This is Mimi, and incidentally I'm called Lucia' - (Lucia and Mimi smiled, amused at my interest). - I'm a singer and Mimi is a contortionist, a sort of an acrobat.' - 'And you ? -
I told them what I did and that I was here in Chicago just for a little while. I persuaded them to have a drink in a near -by bar. Lucia stopped me and said :
- 'Do you really want to go into a bar? -
-- 'No, but my hotel is pretty far and besides it's terribly small' - I admitted my problems.
- Well don't worry obout that. We don't live too far away and we have a large studio. You could buy a bottle of whiskey and we still have something in the frige. We could sort of improvise a picnic' -
- 'Not a bad idea at all' - I approved.
In a little Italian restaurant we found all that we needed. Then off in a taxi to my charming friends studio. The hell with how much it would cost. This was going to be fun.
Lucia and Midi lived in a modest quarter with a great deal of artistic embroidery. At the end of the corridor of a solid new modern appartment Lucia open the door and we all walked in.
The appartmeut (it was more than a studio) was furnished in excellent taste. There was something exotic about it, with its iron-wrought paneling and silk-lace work decorating the main salon. In the bedroom, I perceived a large bed draped in blue.
I thought I remarked a domineering tone that Lucia employed with her friend Mimi. She demanded and ordered, and little Mimi found this all natural and obeyed willingly.
Mimi busied herself and prepared the table. Taking out knives and forks and glasses from the grand buffet. I opened the bottle of choice whiskey poured it in the green glasses set before me and we all had a round. Whiskey agrees with me and soon my insides were warmed with the agreable liquid.
We had a fine snack and we exchanged conversation in a normal manner. Then the subject came to me. Lucia asked;
- 'Since you've been in Chicago, haven't you ever been bored? - She insisted - 'You're not bad looking you know' -
I blushed.
- 'Don't you like him, Mimi? - the redhead signaled her companion.
Mimi looked iuto the eyes of Lucia with a timidity and fear. No, it wasn't my imagination; there was something strange with these two girls.
Lucia remembered that she had a special cherry apertif and asked us if we wouldn't care for a drop. We nodded. While we sipped the refreshing cordial, Lucia unbuttoned her male-like blouse.
I must admit that througout the lunch I was slowly observing the two females. There was something attractive about Lucia with her great green eyes and supple form. She certainly was well versed in the art of making love. But in Mimi, there was something truly fresh.
- 'Do you know that Mimi does everything I want her to do? - bragged Lucia.
- 'Now sit down and show our friend friend your legs' -
Mimi begged Lucia not to ask that. But Lucia just glowered.
Mimi raised her skirt and showed her well shaped legs.
- 'Another whiskey?- Lucia proposed.
- 'Why not? - I retorted.
All the alcohol that I had drunk gave me an invigorated feeling and I was warmed inside more than usual. Lucia took out a long cigarette holder and began to smoke.
- 'You know Mimi is very timid, but you should see her body. She has the body of a young girl and with it she...'
- 'Lucia, be quiet' - Mimi pleaded.
- 'But it isn't going to hurt you if I tell the truth. Why shouldn't I say that you have a lovely pair of breasts, a flat stomach and other things that are very pleasant to notice?' -
I emptied my glass, and I noticed that my head was reeling around as though it were unattached. I was drunk. I blurted forth that"
- 'Although we just met this afternoon, we have really become fast friends.'- I continued.
- 'The proof is that we've eaten together' - I was up on my feet. - 'Now I'll tell the truth. I really don't want to go back to that dreadful hotel. I want to spend a night with you.' -
Lucia thought that I was just being childish.
- You don't live too far. And besides we only have one bed' - Lucia exclaimed.
- 'That's why I want to remain' - I smiled in my stupor.
Mimi didn't find that funny.
- 'Send him home, Lucia' - Mimi insisted.
- 'You have nothing to do with it, Mimi and besides I'm the one who gives orders here'-
Lost in my drunkeness I listened with vague notions to what was happening.
- 'I don't want him to stay, Lucia' - Mimi begged again. Then Mimi cried, full of fear.
- 'I like seeing you like that. Now come here and kiss me and then ask me real nicely' -
Mimi put her arm around Lucia's neck and kissed her with avidity. But when they broke the clinch, Lucia had a cruel twinge about her mouth.
- 'I've thought it over. He is going to stay. You're old euough to know men now and I want you to do your strip tease number' - Lucia dominated like a Hun tamer.
Without uttering a word, Mimi went to the center of the room and raised her hands in the air.
- 'Now fall to your knees'- Lucia commanded.
And she did it Then Lucia ordered her to take off her blouse and skirt, until the young miss was only left in a slip and a flimsy bras.
- 'Now take everything off-
Mimi obeyed. She was completely bare. She had a splendid form with soft white skin and her nipples were rose colored. She was a true blond. Her nest was blond and radiant and she was well gifted with it
- 'Now move yourself and dance. Your here for our pleasure and we want to see your talents.
Her eyes rolling around in her head as if hypotised, Mimi gyrated and twisted showing the fine flexibility of her muscles.
- 'That's very good Mimi. You may kiss me for that' -
The little blond sprung to her feet and rushed at Lucia with an ardent passion. I was touched by the sight of such obedience. Lucia turned toward me.
- 'Do you know that just showing herself excites the little bitch. I'll bet you she is wet already' -
Lucia wipped her hand between the thighs of Mimi and showed her proof.
- 'There what did I tell you' - Lucia showed me her wet fingers.
- 'She's got vice in her skin and deeper than that' -
Lucia had a thought. Her eyes narrowed.
- 'I'll teach you something new. You're going to be fucked by our new friend' - Lucia smiled.
Mimi cried out sharply in pain.
- 'No, Lucia, not that' -
- 'If you don't do it, I'll throw you out. You will never be able to touch me again. Take your choice' -
She starred at Mimi who coward in defeat.
- 'You' - Lucia commanded me. - 'Get an arm chair for Mimi!'
I didn't realize what I was getting into.
- You'll see that you've never had a partner like Mimi. Remember she is contortionist'. -
To be perfectly frank. I was a bit embarrassed being there in the nude like a shivering animal. The young lady who was still dressed was amused by all this and particularly by my virility which sprung up for the occasion.
Lucia's enterprise was now ready.
- 'Mimi get up in the arm chair and place your legs over the arms' -
Mimi once again obeyed in horror.
Lucia guided me by my swollen prick and led me to the wet pussy. She rubbed the tip of my cock over the surface.
- 'You'll see how nice it is, Mimi darling, because you'll remember that it is for me. Let yourself go, honey. It isn't a man's sex that is caressing you it's my loving finger. Open up darling and let me see your pleasure.' -
Lucia let me penetrate a few inches into the wet hole.
- 'He's going to explode inside of you, honey. Just make believe it's my finger' - Lucia guided the affair.
Lucia was the director alright and she handled this strange process with amazing skill. She excited me all the more. I was there with two women for the first time and one was dressed and handling me as neatly as she would a young colt and the other was dressed over an arm chair. Lo and behold.
I noticed that Lucia was reacting to all this. She was squeezing my dong harder then ever and her eyes became wet and her cheeks reddened.
- 'Screw her good' - she coached me. - 'Lean on her shoulders so she can swallow you up all the way.'
I followed instructions and pushed in all the harder with even stokes. Mimi's eyes rolled backward and she let out a little moan and looked around for her lover Lucia. I think that she would have done anything for her.
- 'I'm going to get Arthur-Lucia told us. Before I was able to get any information on who in the world Arthur was, she left the room. I understood quite rapidly who Arthur was, when Lucia returned with a rubber instrument which resembled a prick. It was red and flexible and it brought a voluptuous sparkle to Minn's eyes.
- 'Now I'm going to put this in her asshole while you are fucking her.'
Lucia finger the round rump of Mimi and placed the rubber solidly between her two cheeks. Mimi shrieked with delight and pain. Lucia was simmering with sexual joy. She grabbed my rod and at the same time stuck the plunger into the asshole of her young companion..
- 'I'm going to come' - I said with difficulty. The lwo love sticks penetrated Mimi and one blew up inside of her. At the same time Lucia stuck a hot tongue in Mimi's mouth. A great chorus of happy moans filled the night.
Without giving a damn about me the two passionate female lovers continued their exalting pleasures.
- 'Do you love me darling ? I'm going to suck you now, my sly bitch.-
I got dressed and silently fled the room and left the two in their wild clinging embrace. My drunkness had worn off by the vigor of the night air. Was it all a bad dream or what ?
CHAPTER 6
I spent my last few days in Chicago behaving, but nevertheless, amusing myself. I ate in restaurants, went to the movies and took long strolls.
For my last night in the lake city I decided to really get dressed up and have a ball.
I headed for the center of town probably because it was the gayest part and was bubbling at all hours of the night. Those streets with their blue and red neon lights flashing like camera projectors in a technicolor movie enchanted me. The lights splashed out on the pavement and into the streets. Only Chicago and New York can display this agitation of multi-colored light.
Every one of those streets were bridges of light intermittantly dispersed with dark shadows. I passed by a bar where an elderly prostitute was discussing business with a service man, who was digging deep in his pocket. The transaction settled, they dwindled away to the back ot the bar. I walked on and gazed at the bright windows.
- 'Want something good, honey ? - A voice echoed in the night air.
Naturally it was one of the respectful ones made up in clothing to outdo the neon lights. Her lips bore a stain of red and her eyes were dark and deep. She had her hands proverbially placed on her hips pressing in her belly and enlarging her upper region.
- 'For you honey, I'll make it five bucks' - she cooed.
For me it would be only five smackers and for Ihe other suckers ? Naturally, the same. She put it as though I were getting a bargain.
I refused her proposition outright, but it must have upixared weak for she continued to entice me wilh her offers.
- 'I'll be real good to you. I'll give you the works. A blow job that can't be equalled and if you're the kind, III even whip you' -
.Just think, ail that for five dollars. There's no limit to love.
A little farther on, a con-man grabbed me by the arm.
- Take a look at these, Sonny ; pretty pictures, naked women. Only a buck and a half a photo,' he rasped.
If I took three of those miserable filthy pictures it would be almost the same price as what the prostitute proposed. Funny the slight regard we have for women at times.
A group of country bumpkins were staggering along the street. One of them was equipped with a bottle of beer and invited his friends to come and take a swig. Naturally they were accosted by the street merchants who wanted to sell them anything from soup to nuts. Anything they wanted for a price
A rather coarse heavy woman in a black silk dress stammered in a contralto voice.
- 'I hear you have some house where a woman can go and pick out a man. I want to sleep with the best looking one and have Karl, here, watch me.'
Undoubtedly Karl was the husband or the lover of this corpulent brash wench. He wasn't paying attention, because he had already negotiated with a little redhead who rubbed up against him with firm buttock.
The street merchants were thrown into despair by the request of the lady in the black silk dress.
- 'Do you know of such a thing ? No. And you ? Me, neither... I heard that there was something like it near Drancy Street, but I don't have the address'...
They tried to sell the strangers on other ideas making guests with their hands and winking lewdly. But the group decided to abandon their whims for a while and went after a night snack of bam sandwiches and cold beer.
One thing had made me stick close by the merchants. I walked up to the thin one who seemed to do most of the talking with the tourists a minute ago.
- 'About those dirty films, you mentioned' -
- 'What about them ?- He looked me up and down trying to make sure that he wasn't facing a cop.
- 'You don't come around here often do you?--he retorted.
- 'No, I'm just visiting Chicago and, well, I've never seen such films and i kind of...
- 'That'll be ten bucks in advance' - he affirmed.
Wow. And to think that cinema goers gripe at paying a dollar for a film. But nevertheless
I paid and was quite anxious to see this unusual spectacle
We had to hail a taxi that was to take us a little outside of the city. We sat there in silence, Then my companion finally nudged me showing that we were almost there.
- 'We have to be careful of the cops. That's why we don't like to take risks. Sometimes even the cops come to the films and go home without saying a word. They know if they squeel they won't get invited back.
I tried to imagine the gang back home cooking up a seance of porno- films and selling popcorn and cokes in between acts. The image didn't carry very far and it was difficult seeing my tender-aged pals producing such a spectacle.
My newly-found partner whispered in my ear:
- 'You know when the cops happen to take one of our films. Do you think that they put it down in their vaults ? No. They have private showings and invite their chicks and give them the best places.'-
The taxi rolled down a somber dark street and stopped at the curb.
- 'Go into the fourth house on the left. Go quickly and don't make any noise'.- my thin companion warned.
I looked down at the quiet unassuming house. Peace and tranquility reigned in that street.
- 'As soon as you reach the door I'm going to leave you. You won't have any trouble getting back to Chicago' -
I wasn't completely sure of this. The door opened as if someone said 'Open Sesame' When I turned around the taxi had scuttled off. A half-lit salon beckoned me at the end of the corridor. Three people were seated in modern arm chairs and reading quietly. Anyone would have guessed that they were waiting for the dentist.
I beamed a cheery 'Hello everyone' a bit indistinctly. No one answered.
There were two women - however they didn't form a couple this time - and a man, rather bald and heavy. One of the ladies was rather pretty, blond and thin; the other bad all the characteristics of a Spaniard. Her hair was black and full, her bosom was heavy and big and she had a promising air about her.
We looked at each other in silence. The man was clumsily wiping his nose with this han-kerchief, while the blond would frequently look at her wrist watch, impatiently waiting for the voluptuous sequence to begin. As for the brunette she was taking me in very calmly without any timidity ami showing a real personage who was there because she wanted to be there, A young barman came in helping a woman of a certain age. (She must have been ail of sixty). She certainly must have been very attractive in her day for there were remarkable traces of beauty. This relic of a woman displayed sparkling jewelry under a mask of heavy makeup, which helped to conceal only somewhat the years that were too obviously underneath.
Our hostess began to speak :
- 'We are now going to see the film for which this evening has been organised. It will last about an hour. As soon as it is over I should like you to return to Chicago has quickly as possible and separately. If you wish to come back once again, please do not do so before four or five days. Thank you' -
She added;- 'If you should care for some refreshments...'
But we were only thirsty for what we were going to see.
We went into a small room cleared of all furniture with the exception of cushions on the floor and several ashtrays. On the far wall was a white sheet which undoubtedly was to serve as the screen. At the opposite end, a hole in the wall was punctured for the projector to unfold its images.
The old dowdy sat down ou my right. And to my left, to compensate for that, was the captivating brunette. The heavy set man and the blond sat a little way's off to the left in a corner.
The title of the film broadened the screen. 'A young lady at the beach'. Truly an inoffensive title.
A few lines were added, to the effect that it-would be impossible to add the names of the stars of this film due to certain rules and regulations. I'm sure that everyone understood.
A young girl of about twenty named Irene was seen polishing her nails in a boudoir that did not at all resemble that of young girls. There were mirrors all around. She wore a thin negligee and it was quite apparent that she bad very little on underneath.
Then a young man knocked on the door. (Ah ! Here is where it would all begin). He was in night clothes himself. As Irene answered the door and led the young chap in she dropped her comb and in bending down to pick it up, she showed a wonderful arse with a bush of fine hair creeping between. (I really hope that all women could be blessed with such an exciting snatch.) She wiggled and did all she could to excite the young lad. But in vain and we were all asking why ?
Close by me the older woman was breathing strongly and I detected that she spread her legs a little more than normal. The dark mysterious woman was watching the effect the film had on the others. I couldn't see the others they were too far away.
Then we saw Irene vexed because the young man bad left the room. (We couldn't make out what she was saying because the film was silent.)
Then the wanting lass entered the bathroom to take a bath or wash herself. We were all trying to guess what would happen next. She soaped herself, her breasts her stomach and then with some twists and wriggles she soaped her back and we saw her bottom at another angle.
Then she bent over the toilet and fingered herself sweetly. She. moved around her love-box and then went inside with regular strokes. The great divide of her buttocks could be seen. On the screen in order to elucidate the audience was the great title SEX.
My neighbors, were in exstacy. My black haired beauty had her marvelous breast in the air, and the aged woman who was a regular hostess had her band under her shinny skirt. In the dark corner a few moans echoed in the room.
I didn't want to be left out of things and I felt the need to let my own dick fly into the air for it was breaking through my pants. I arranged myself in such a way as to permit the two women to have a good look at my swollen red peter which was within hand's reach.
On the screen Irene was now playing with a massager. She was going over her breasts and her belly. Then she fixed the apparatus at her sex. Her eyes rolled in her head which was bobbing up and down convulsively. It was easy to see that these caresses were making her happy and she was losing her head over it
I have heard from numerous friends that this was a way to sublime excitation.
Once she finished her toilet, Irene went back into her boudoir. There were several doors and we noticed that Irene was approaching one of them stealthily. Marked on the screen in blocked letters was the following text;-Irene who is a young modern girl is obsessed by the demon of the senses. She must find a lover. By her own caresses she has put herself in a state of excitation and now she is looking through the key-hole into the room where her brother is washing himself.-
Irene had her eye glued to the key-hole. The camera shifted it's view to a young boy. The lad was moving around naked in the room with his prick stretched at full length. (The actors were superb with their beauty and voluptuousness.) He was almost at the height of his masturbation. He seemed like a lion in a cage. Finally he decided to look over some books.
He opened a book in which an excellent photo demonstrated a nun who was holding her skirt up ready to receive a gigantic prick in the ass. Irene's brother rolled in pleasure and behind the door kneeling at the key-hole Irene drooled and puffed with desire.
The young brunette who was at my side was now approaching me, or was I dreaming. I could feel her feminine odor, like a cat, creep into my nostrils. She must have taken off her light slip while I was watching the film for I detected a glistening spot of liquid on the cushion beside me.
Back to the screen, we saw the handsome lad unload his sperm right on the photograph. And at each spurt there was an obscene spasm of the back muscles which died down gradually.
My elderly neighbor could no longer control herself. She seized my dick without letting me defend myself and dragged it toward her feminity. She was as wet as a goat, the old bitch. -'Put it in me, I'll pay you anything you want' -
We heard the couple in the dark squealing with delight and scratching on the floor.
Irene was walking around in her room with her satin attire. The caption read: -Excitedly the young girl decides to go into the garden for some fresh air. But since it has been raining she takes an umbrella with her.
She walks to a statue in the garden and takes a seat there. (What the statue was like I will leave to your imagination.) Irene hears something moving in the hedge nearby. She lends an ear and an eye. The camera follows her.
A man of some thirty of forty years of age is making love to a full-blown woman. She is leaning on a bush and breathing hard while the massive prick is burying itself inch by inch in her nest.
I must say that the camera work was excellent, because you could see the ass from every angle and the wet delicious sex of the actors. Every movement of the balls was followed. (What a delight for the camera men).
- Do you want me to suck you off? - Came the hoarse voice of the Spanish looking woman.
I was right in the middle of saying yes, when she grabbed my stick and pushed it into her mouth. She licked it all over and her expert fingers enchanted my blown balls. She licked from all angles and with her middle finger she found my arsebole and shoved it in deeply.
I let out a moan which must have shaken the entire room. The old matron besides us became more and more excited. She masternated like she was twenty and jumped up ami down like a fish ont of water. She snuggled close to us and gave us some motherly advice.
- 'Have you ever tried to drink tea before executing a blow job? she asked. - 'It's sensational. The other day I sucked off a service man after drinking some tea and he came twice in a row it was that good...'
'Its not so bad with ice cream either. I remember a friend of mine who adored that!' she continued.
'Drop dead, old cunt' - steamed the Spanish like lady turning to me. - 'Let me swallow you up my darling' -
I tipped her over on a cushion and was preparing to enter her with my rigid dick. I passed my hand nnder her crotch and spread it like a palm leaf on the two sides of her buttocks.
But this was too much for the old lady. She jumped on us and tried to pull us apart.
- It's my turn. It's not fair for the same one to always have her pleasure. A little for me, he.
Let me hare ft honey. I know tow to make you big and hard.' -
I wai forced to posh her off. Then she went storming up U the barman who was always neatly dressed. He was standing op whit his arms crossed in front, right in front of the projection room door.
- 'I'll give you fifty dollars if you fuck me' - she wailed pitiably. - 'Pre got to hare it, I cant take it any more' -
- 'I'm sorry. I only like me' - concluded the barman, She tet out a cry of dispair. Then she was suddenly invtded with a strange hope. She proposed.
- Mffell in that case fuck in me in the ast, my daring' -
The nan It white did not answer, but with one gest he turned her around and had her bend over. We sav her panties drop down aver her thin thighs. The barman brought out his steel weapon, a dang of tremendous proportion and stuck it all' tie way into the ladys crevice. She was moaning and groaning like and old hen and flutter! tg like a sparrow.
- 'Here oil. girl take my load' - he roared while laboring
She took the shock and it almost broke her in two. She looked older than before. An old rag nicely worn out, - 'Don't forget the tip old gal' - chanted the immaculate barman straightening his tie.
CHAPTER 7
Some heavy knocks broke my sleep following my cinematic night.
It was a telegram from my boss. It read : Coming to Chicago. Wait for me. On way back we'll stop at Cincinnati to introduce you to client.
It was signed Brady and it was Brady that was my meal ticket.
That gave me twenty four hours of delay before leaving Chicago and her striving multitudes.
I put on a clean shirt and my Sunday suit and decided to take a walk in the park. I've read a great deal about tJie parks of Chicago. With her spruce trees ami bushes and fragrant flowers and the masses of pigeons which come on grey days; this description makes a man mellow.
I took a walk along the edge of the park, but I felt lonely. Essentialy I am a man for a crowd. Who was I going to telephone that night? After all it was my last, night of freedom. I took out my telephone book and thumbed through it. How about Robert Sauer MAYflower 31.8701?
I had to wait until the maid was to wake him up. When I got in touch with him, he was filled with bubbling humor. What had become of me? And why hadn't I looked him up before ? Was I married? Etc.
Or course he could see me that night and we made an appointement in a little bar off 7th Avenue. It seemed this is where he had the habit of going.
During the afternoon I went to see a film that, was perfectly ridiculous and right after, I raced to the bar where Robert was waiting for me and I placed myself behind a dry martini.
Robert came in a little off schedule. He excused himself.
-- You know how it is? Chi... had so much time stored up and you couldn't be where you wanted to at the time you wanted, etc..,, As for me I had all the time I wanted in the windy city.
Robert was a good-looking young man with brown hair and large blue eyes. His sparkiling white shirt and silk tie and tailored suit gave him a man-about-town look and put him at ease.
- What ai'e you doing with yourself nowadays?' - I asked.
- 'I sell and buy up appartments' - he puffed a few smoke rings.
- 'Do you sell many of them? - he questioned, lie began to laugh.
-'Not too many. Some from time to time; they're expensive as hell' -
And the women situation? Eternal subject of conversation among men and especially among bachelors. He said that during the winter he was in love. And that it did him a lot of good. Sort of purified the blood and so on. She was a medical student in her fourth year. A buxom lass with fine green eyes and golden hair. A real Wagnerian beauty. It. finished badly. She had an abortion and her parents found out and sent her to her aunts in the country. You know, a real eighteenth century drama.
- 'And since' -
- 'Nothing. An empty period of time' - he regretted;
He took a gulp of some port wine and f thought I detected a note of sadness in him.
- I've found something new; a sort of a vice that keeps me off women' - he confided.
"What could it be? Was he on reefers, or heroine?
- 'Have you ever been Jo a pairing off party?
- he asked me.
I admitted that I had never been to one.
- 'Von don't, know what you're missing' - he-looked into my eyes. - 'If you want to I'll take you to one, even through it isn't the season' -
The season for what; I thought to myself.
- It's no story. Most of the ones that practice these parties go on vacation dining the summer. Since - we're approaching that season that doesn't leave too many around' -
We went to dinner in a Mexican restaurant, where we were served some enchiladas, tacos and some good beer, But I found that the time was passing a little too slowly for my blood. Frequently I looked at my watch and several times Robert noticed my impatience.
- Where do these things take place anyway?'
- I quizzed.
- We usually go to the park where we meet. In fact, we should be on our way now! - He drank the last drop of his wine and bounced up after his coat.
He drove his Pontiac at a royal speed. It was a souped-up job with a dual carburator. We were in the park in eight minutes. My friend consulted his watch.
- It's a little early yet' - he remarked.
- 'Let's leave the car here and walk in the direction of the meeting ground. We should meet some real goofs on the way' -
We strolled a way and then came to a sort of clearing. On the bench in front of us, a man was sitting with his legs crossed.
- 'Good evening' - came the response.
- 'Good evening' - Robert signaled politely.
- 'I'd like you to meet a friend (That was me) Pappy Shakely - Robert introduced us.
After some strange remarks which I didn't quite get of hold of, we continued our walk.
- 'You probably would like to know why we call him by that name' - Robert suggested.
- - 'Well the reason is he likes to see someone else caress his girl, a gorgeous redhead. He gets hard seeing this. Of course he doesn't like the other guy to go too far. That's why we call him Shakely' -
- 'Extraordinary' - I chimed in.
- You'll see others. For example that couple we passed in the Ford convertible. They've been married several months. The husband is impotent and he brings his wife here so she can get laid.
A considerate gay. During the operation he, of course, gets a chance to kiss his excited wife.' -
He continued his long strange tale. - 'There's even a blind fellow who comes around with a white cane looking for some of those strange hind of women. He has remarkable success. A Swedish girl told me that she gets wet as hell just looking at that white cane.' -
We kept marching along until we heard the motor of an automobile. The car rolled along slowly, dimming its lights and turning them off and on at rare intervals. The car seemed to be emitting morse signals. It also appeared as though we were gathering more people.
I posed a question. - Who are they anyway?' -
- "They have nothing to do with the party we're going to have. They just sit in the car and comment on certain executions. You can call them peeking toms or something like that. They just get a thrill out of watching. You'll see all sorts of timid guys just hanging around and too scared to join in.
A car came whistling by. There was a young fellow and pretty girl inside and we tried to stop them, but they continued right on. Then another car came close by. We ignored that one.
- Two fellows inside. That's no good. What, we're after is a fellow and a gal, or better yet two females and a guy'... -
- 'And where is this all going to take place? -
- In the woods' - he told me - 'For the light things : like jacking off, or blow jobs or fucking with the clothes on, we use the park or woods. When it gets a little more important, we go up to the apartments of some of our play pals'. -
A man came walking up to us.
- 'I think it's the fruit man' - Robert informed me.
- The fruit man?' -
- That's right I forget you didn't know. We call him the fruit man because every night he comes with a banana. When he sees a girl he likes he shoves the banana just where you might guess and then eats it.' -
- 'And that's all?' - I asked.
- 'Isn't that enough?' - My friend was surprised.
I started to kid him.
- 'Probably that's pretty good for the guys that like fruit'. -
- 'Very funny, but you better hide for a minute because here comes a car which I know - he shoved me aside.
I hid behind a tree close by and was able to see and hear what ensued. The car came up to Robert and an attractive women lowered the door window.
- 'Are you alone tonight?' - she, asked Robert.
- 'No I brought a friend and he's a real corker' -
The woman seemed to be undecided.
- 'You're not waiting for another woman are you? Because without another I'll be alone with three men. That's a lot.' -
Oh what a charming modest female.
- 'I'll take a spin around and see if I can find tetter and if I can't I'll come back here' -
The car pulled out slowly and Robert came back to me.
- 'You think she'll come back? - I asked, I was rather apprehensive and my heart was beating with anticipation. Robert didn't know.
- 'Since there is a crowd out tonight, we'll be damn lucky if she doesn't find someone else' -
We waited five long interminable minutes. The night was falling apart for me. Then we saw a pair of headlights come up. The two cars stopped at the same time.
- 'It seems like they've made business together - he said to Robert. But one of the cars approached us instead. Robert talked to the automobilist and then came running back to me.
- 'Get into the car and drive on.' - he ordered
- "Where are we headed for? - I asked.
- 'A little alley off Beacon Place' -
I noticed that the Buick in front of as was moving along at a good speed and then suddenly it cut off. I had to brake hard.
- 'He's crazy. What's he trying to do? - Robert reassured me that the move was reasonable.
- 'lie just wants to make sure there isn't a third car following us' -
- 'You mean the cops' - I caught on.
- 'Of course. There have been a flock of doctors, lawyers and even politicians that have been caught. Nobody wants to get picked up' -
- 'What happens if we get nabbed? - (I wanted to find out.)
- "Nothing much. My uncle is a commissioner and hell have the affair buried in no time. That's the ways its done with the higher lips. It's who you know. You don't have to keep your nose clean, you just have to know someone who is in the nose cleaning department' -
The auto in front of us kept moving on until it came to a little square with a garden in the middle. It stopped a little way down the street out of the reach of the street lamps.
We go out of our car and closed the door with a turn of the key. The other car stood silently in the dark. When we approached the right door opened and a women opened the hack door and changed from her front seat to the back seat. Robert climbed in behind her and installed myself in the front seat next to the chauffeur.
It took me a few minutes to get used to the obscurity. Finally I could take a look at my neighbor, who was about fortyish and with a heavy somber face. He had no expression and seemed to be fascinated only by the street in front of him. I turned to look at the back seat.
Without any loss of words, the woman was beginning to take off her shorts. She must have been about forty. She seemed rather strong and corpulent. But this was one of those smaller Buicks. My friend had to help her. Then he unbuttoned himself and let his trousers fall down to his ankles.
The atmosphere was extremely exciting. The warm vapor of human breath clouded the windows. I took another look at the guy who was sitting besides me. What a funny guy ! He didn't budget He didn't even care what was happening in the back seat.
Robert was having difficulties. He had to change positions several times. I tried to help but when I wanted to say something the words stuck in my throat.
- 'Madame it might be better if you spread your legs up on the front seat' - I advised finally.
She did just that- Spread them apart to the maximum. I saw hen neat bush and the cracks of her ass. All this for Robert's appetite. Her heels scratched my shoulders and she apologized.
-' Oh I'm awfully sorry' - Ah that innate breeding of a fine lady.
I guessed that the rhythm of Roberts hips were shaking the automobile accordingly. I glanced at the fellow next to me. He didn't look like a chauffeur and could it. have been possible that he was her husband. He wasn't a fairy for if he were, he should have certainly made a pass at. nr. Strange nil that.
The woman began to move more violently and her calves and ankles contracted and the two in the back rumbled around in lost passion. They moved like pistons in a train and then stiffened, Robert got up with out letting a cry and buttoned his shirt. His partner was resting limp on the seat.
- 'If you'd like to have a turn, mister? - she offered.
Robert and I changed positions and I neatly folded my trousers so as to not spot them. It was now my turn to flood the Madame and Robert's turn to sit near old stone face.
I slipped ray swelled up dick in her wet crack, which was already filled with Robert's sperm.
- It's betted when it's nice and fat, don't you think? - she asked me.
I noticed that Robert took a few glimpses at his front seat neighbor.
I put ray full weight on the heavy set woman and pressed my instrument right to the bottom. I couldn't feel the walls of her sex, because it was filled with such steaming hot liquid.
I moved around in a fish-like manner and after a powerful movement I unloaded my come in her lower belly. I had so much that I let out two gigantic spurts.
- 'Already? - she said regretfully.
Yes, already. What did she think ? Seeing a woman in this manner for the first time and under such circumstances, excited me from the very beginning.
We said good-bye to our night companions and our parting was very amically put.
We reached our own automobile, a little fatigued, and Robert took the long road home and a way that left no trace for someone who wished to trail us.
- 'How was it, My Boy?' - Robert Asked.
- 'Good, but it's tiring. I don't think I could hold up to it very long' - I confessed.
Robert lowered his head and became quite reflective.
- 'You know I've often asked myself just how long I can hold on to this sort of routine. My nervous system can't take too much of it. My doctor has waned me not to go at it too much, because I could have some serious trouble.
He took his time and meditated.
- 'If I bad a friend like you around all the time, I could draw off it for a while. We could help out each other mutually.
Poor Robert, he had the wrong man. I hadn't the heart to tell him that I myself was a victim of it and that I could never stop. I liked it too much.
CHAPTER 8
We were sitting at the counter of a snack bar, my mom (Mr. Brady) and I, drinking coffee.
- 'You're looking good' - he beamed. - 'It's always a good idea to take off a few days before going back to work. However, you seem to still be a little worn out.' -
If he had know the real reasons for this lack of sleep.
His mouth still munching on a doughnut, he drew up our future plans.
- 'We're going to leave in a quarter of an hour. I want to avoid the traffic. We should be in Cincy by night.' -
'Who are going to wee exactly? -
- 'Mr Verdel, a seed expert, who is well known in the region. His place is near the city itself...' - ho went on.
- 'He has never tried our brand and if he likes it, he'll have a great influence in the region.' -
Lot's go. All well and good. Work has to be done sooner or later. So wo were going to the house of a cultivator who would be pouring tea down our throats and boring us every minute. Some dusty old books and a farmer's wife who has never learned to flirt.
- 'I think you can see the importance of our mission' - my boss confided in me.
- 'Who me? -
- 'Of course you. Who else do you think I asked?' -
I was day-dreaming and consequently hundreds of mental miles away. I thought of the woods of last night, the amusement park, the hospital and all that I was going to have to give up.
Ten hours in a car. All that asphalt and the villages which resemble each other. Every once in a while Mr. Brady would swear at an automobilist who pulled too far out and cut him off the road.
- 'If everyone drove like that we would all be in the hospital' -
I have just noticed that until now I haven't you about my boss. A trip like this gives an opportunity to study someone much closer.
Well his physical character was just the same as his moral character, completely ordinary.
However he wasn't a bad fellow, lie was rather small and round. Mr. Brady was about fifty and balding and ho could be dubbed as a typical road salesman. He like dirty jokes and songs and took thorn in good grace At least he wasn't a puritan.
-' The first marine found a bean...' he sang. That's it here it comes. That touch of vulgarity.
- ' and shit all over the submarine' -
We really had very little in common. Only once were we together for an occasion. That was for an agricultural fair outside of Akron.
I remember that lewd wink he gave me after dinner. There's a bordello right by here' - he whispered.
He seemed astonished that I didn't know Virginia or Mary (the Creole with the body of a goddess). We went up a winding road and he informed me that this was one of those authentic bordellos which was unusual to see nowadays.
We entered that ill-famed house and were, rightly received. There were a bevy of young ladies and Mr. Brady bid me to choose. He even mentioned that he knew what it was like to be young and another lewd wink pierced his eye. He even hinted that it was on him and he'd pay for the show.
I chose a youngster thin as a wasp with the ass of a young boy. She didn't even want to take off her brassiere. She had claimed that she had just got over a cold and that she didn't want to recatch it. She had a difficult time getting me hard. She tried every method and was like a worker who was aiming at a promotion.
- 'What's wrong with you ?'- she scolded. - 'My clients never have any trouble. They say that there isn't a better blower than I in the entire region'-
I finally got hard. And in complete boredom I pushed my pistol into her satchel. I came quickly to get the damn thing over with. She let out a few howls which were strictly commercial and then we followed each other down the winding staircase.
There I met my buddy boss who was swigging a scotch. He presented me with a large, vapid grin.
- 'You old fart you. You really took your time. What did you do to the poor girl ?'- My boss was a regular card.
Since that time we never debauched, lie must have thought it was less expensive to pay for a few apertifs then a round at the bordel. Mr. Brady wasn't the easiest with his money.
We were entering the outskirts of Cincinnati a road sign indicated. Mr. Brady stopped the car and bumbled for his address book. Our guest was awaiting us and Mr. Brady was proud of keeping appointments on time.
We knocked on the door of Mr. Verdel's country home. Mr. Brady was bursting with pride.
We were received by a dignified lady who had a nice healthy neck and who was a little too decorated for a farm wife. She led us into the parlor where we engaged in superficial conversation and munched graham crackers with butter anal drank milk.
There was a knocking a the door.
- That should be my daughter'- Mr. Verdel announced.
A young lass of about nineteen entered. Her legs were short and her chest region was rather interesting. Her face was freckled and not too pretty. I thought that I detected a sort of sly look, but why imagine things. She wore round horned-rimmed glasses.
I tried to make her out but the glasses were a hit too thick. While the two grown heavy men exchanged business terms the girl and I looked each other over.
-- 'If you would like, I'll show you my green houses so you'll get a good idea of the place' - the agricultural man told us.
We said good-bye at the door. And I had something to say to the young girl but it was just a little too late. Once in their car, I was safe from a possible indiscretion.
At the green house I was bored by the presence of so many plants and the discussion carried on by the two men. I wandered off, my hands in my pockets, to explore the nooks and crannies. In a corner of the glass house sprinkled with sparse light, I could make out two figures in a clinch.
On a closer glance, I made out that the two who were locked in a embarrass were the young farm lass, the daughter of Mr. Verdel and probably a farm lad who was wearing working blue.
The boy leaned the girl up against a temporary lean-to and slid his hand up her dress and then with the other unbuttoned himself. Out flew a magnificent rod which fumbled for a place near the open skirt of the girl. She reached down to grab it and her hand gripped it as though if were a hand-brake.
This was all I had to to see in order to pre- pure my campaign. I came back to where the two men were, and they had hardly noticed my absence. I was a bit disgusted at being so neglected that I strolled back to where the luscious farm girl and her companion were sipping the fragrance of the farm night.
I was surprised by the bespectacled lass who came up from behind. She had her hair undone and her mouth was still humid.
- 'You must have lost you're way ?'- she cooed.
- 'I thought that I would be able to see something to my linking around here'- My remark had caused her to redden.
She looked at me to find out whether I had seen anything. I felt I had her like a cat with a mouse. I played:
- 'After all we're not alone.'- I hinted.
- 'Not alone '!'- she squeeked.
- 'Well there's your father and Mr. Brady and myself' -
- 'Oh yes of course!- she felt reassured.
Then I decided to react. I grabbed her wrist and swung her around.
- 'Listen you little bitch. I saw everything in the greenhouse a minute ago. What if your parents should find out, that you make love to the farm hands? I'll make a treaty with you.
We haven't much time so I'll tell you what it is. Since you like men enough to run into the more rustic regions of the farm, you certainly will be more at ease in a bedroom. Tonight, right at the dot of midnight, I want you to come up to my room. If you don't come, I will be compelled to call upon your parents and tell them everything.' -
- 'Oh please Mister don't do that'- she begged.
I searched her eyes to see what she would decide.
- 'I swear to you that I'm a virgin' -
- 'That doesn't matter. I'll respect your virginity, but come at the time I indicated'- I said gallantly.
I rejoined the men and they seemed to be getting on to each other. We all headed back to the farm house and prepared for dinner. At dinner we brimmed with hunger and a hearty stew was placed in front of us. The young girl seemed to be sulking. When offered her share of the victuals, she refused to take any.
- 'Excuse my daughter. It's the age she's going through'- declared Mrs. Verde!.
If the old gal only really knew'. We all ate heartily with the exception of the junior at the table. After a warm cup of tea, we politely excused ourselves this time and trundled off to bed.
It was about eleven thirty and I was preparing my toilet. In a few minutes my little victim would be creeping in.
A quarter to twelve. The minutes crept by slowly. I surveyed the situation. My boss was sleeping down at the end of the hall. He would not suspect what would ensue.
As the minutes grew nigh, I remember the words of a great French lover who said: "The best moments of love are the minutes before, the waiting of the beloved's foot-steps at the door.'
The silence became stifling. Finally there was a light scratching at the door. I opened and the slip of a kid timidly entered. She was neatly scrubbed and wore a clean sparkling blouse.
- "I came'- she said. That gave me a great deal of pleasure, but I didn't to show it. - "Don't make any noise'- I warned. As she passed in front of me, I had the taste of a refreshing perfume and the grace of a young country girl. She sat down and asked : 'What do you wish?' -
I must admit that I found myself a little awkward much as though I were a school boy in front of his first success. - 'Take everything off'- I ordered.
She obeyed. Off came the blouse and the skirt. Her shoulders were thin and white. She wriggled out of her slip and in so doing so, she showed a wonderful structured behind. Her thighs were nicely rounded and her calves were strong. I saw her tuft of hair and her smooth back. The pleasure chilled me and I was unaware that my prick was as rigid as a board.
She took of her brassiere and displayed two small teats with rose nipples. Although she, remained completely nude, she kept her horned-rimmed glasses on. Maybe she was just modest.
It was my turn now and I slowly undressed myself.
She kept her eyes glued on me and I couldn't tell what she was thinking of behind those thick glasses of hers. She must have seen the indecent bump in my trousers. I undid my pants and let them slip to the floor. Then came my under-shorts and that was all. We were standing nude before each other like Adam and Eve.
I seated myself in an armchair, my dick flagging the air. - 'We agreed that you would do anything I asked you, provided that your virginity would not be lost'- I restored this to her memory.
She nodded her head in approval.
I ordered her to march around the room and lift her arms and then hold her breasts. She obeyed like a tin soldier.
I found it exciting to give someone orders. For me, she lay on the floor and spread her legs like an eagle does his wings and I studied her valve region.
- 'Take this old hat and put it on your head'- I commanded.
She did just that. Then she was asked to cover up her rear-end with it. Also she accomplished this ridiculous task. When she dropped the hat, I slapped her rump resoundingly. She let out a cry.
Without giving her a chance to whimper, I pounced her on the bed. She looked up at me hesitatingly, and I looked down at her pussy. I enjoyed looking at this area of the female sex. Her great lips were wet with natures humidity.
I rubbed my fingers around that region and played with the entrance to the vagina. I amused myself by pulling out a little hair now and then. She hurled a muffled cry. My trainee puffed desiringly and at the same time repressed her natural desires for there was an imposition placed upon them. Between desire and the loss of the will, she could not find her proper course.
But she couldn't buck nature. As I placed my hand under her rear-end, I found a flow of lubrication. She couldn't help it. The girl became dizzy with pleasure. I rubbed till my fingers ached. Her fruit became crimson and over-ripe and she wrestled around like a dog with too many fleas. Then she bucked up three or four times and let out a lingering moan.
After all I'm only human and I coudn't control my emotions. I encircled her fingers on my prick.
- "Jack me off'- I ordered.
She pulled up and down and not too skillfully. The tip of my cocks was getting wet. Then she implored me:
- 'Penetrate me, please' - she whispered. But I didn't want to strip her of her virginity.
I knew as Don Juan knew that to do a young girl dishonor is to do them the greatest honor. They remain attached for life after such a mission. Take her virginity away and she becomes a slave.
Without a single loss of time, I brought her toward me and turned her over and taking a glimpse of her rounded buttocks said :
- 'Don't move'- (This was said with an ele- ment of tendernesss, regard less of the passing event.
I put my prick in the crevice of her two rumps and began to rub up and down. Frankly I find this preferable to the ass-hole treatment. Tt is true that to fuck a woman in the butt is sometimes a sheer delight as well as a painful method.
The woman in her mounted up once again and she became wet for the second time. The tip of my cock was playing with the idea of entering her cunt and then her ass-hole. We were violently thrown into a state of ecstasy. This particular position causes a great excitation to the most part of women needless to say of what it does to the men. She responded accordingly and the thumps of my massive dick on her buttocks caused a strange hysteria.
We then got on all fours in order to enjoy our voluptuousness more. I felt her hand wondering toward my balls which were ready to explode, Every time they would slap against her behind they would ring with joy. I felt that she was ready to come and stuck fingers into her asshole one after another, She contracted and then let out a sharp cry that filled the air.
I knew that that my turn was coming and grabbed her young breasts, took a deep breath and pushed into the ditch of her ass. My spasm unburden a hot liquid which rolled up on her back.
Before my act was accomplished, the surprising young girl rolled over on her back and pulled my dick to her mouth. She sucked on it until I was dry. Anyone would have thought that she couldn't stand that a drop of the delicious liquid should go to waste.
- 'Those people were very kind'- my boss said to me as we climbed into his car.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that I agreed whole heartedly, but for different reasons.
Several reflections were offered by my illustrious patron, such as : 'We've got our foot in the door there'. Or 'That young girl of theirs is going to make a wonderful wife.' -
He kept up this boring side talk all the way to Columbus.
After this fatiguing journey you probably want to wash up and change'- Mr. Brady asked.
If he was only talking about the road trip, alright. As for other things, well I just remained amused.
- 'Be at the office tomorrow'- he ordered.
Well finally I was coming down to earth. I would have to be a good boy now.
Mr. Brady suggested a restaurant that was recommended by a longtime friend of his who lived in Columbus. And besides a hearty meal after a wearisome trip wasn't a bad idea.
How was I to know that the waitress would be exactly my type? And all that with a perfect meal. Wine and strawberries for dessert. Mr. Brady really shoved in a load of food. He ordered a coffee to close with and even the manager of the restaurant, a bloatsome husky woman of forty-five offered us a Cognac on the house.
Nothing was so comforting as a stout dinner which made the trip to Cleveland all the better. On the way, I thought over one of my strange experiences that I had in the Lake City. I met a young lady at a bar in Cleveland and we saw each other frequently. Naturally my pursuit was a question of love, but she was a virgin. I extracted her from that disease and we became temporary lovers, I recall that she never really liked to make love and that with me she never reached her orgasm.
She probably thought I was a lousy lover. Now what I was thinking of in the automobile was of renewing my acquaintance to compare the past with the present.
I called her up as soon as I got to Cleveland. She did not hesitate to invite me over to her place.
- 'Of course come right over and bring something to eat'- she suggested.- 'I have even invited a friend we have in common, Martha.' -
Martha was a big blond, attractive and slim. She was a real character, married twice and with three children to look after. My old friend was called Muriel and she was as dark as the other was blond. The evening would be an agreeable one with the two shades of color surrounding me.
I bought some meat at the butchers and then bought some Chianti wine. I did not want to deny the best for that night.
When I rang the bell it was Martha that answered the door. She warmly shook my hand and invited me in. I had never seen the apartment so elegantly furnished.
Muriel came in with a pink apron on. She looked ravishing. -- 'Hello old timer'- she greeted me. - 'You'll have to wait a while, because I am right in the middle of preparing dinner. I hope you like raviolis'- she smiled.
Martha offered me an appertif. Apparently she did not forget my old habits. -'Here's to ye'- she winked.
We sat down side by side on the divan with our appertifs in band. Martha was myopic and this gave her eyes a certain softness. She wore her hair up and this showed the lovely contour of her neck. Her lips were full and her teeth sparkling white. She wasn't at all an unattractive gal.
This was not; the first time we met. We had drunk an appertif together about a year before when she was going with a law student. She married him and then ran off to live with a State official. She was a very sincere girl and she was entitled to all the caprices she wished as long as long as she didn't have to lie.
Her State official found himself wronged at an important dinner when she ran off with another dignitary. Martha was always up to dreamy little tricks as she put it.
After the law student and the state official, Martha became engaged to a lion tamer. His name was Armando an he was a cultivated, talented Italian. He looked so refined that one would have thought that he was a poet and not a lion tamer.
The director of the circus in which Armando performed burst out laughing at a suggestion of Armando's.
- 'Let's not lose our heads old fellow. You can do what ever you want with the lions but don't try taming them blindfolded'- advised the director.
When he went on the road, Armando began to drink because he was far from his beloved Martha. He began to take risks. One day he tried to stick his head between the lioness's jaws. II is one of the rare cases in history in which a tamer's head rolled out of a lion's mouth. Martha needless to say was horrified when she learned her lover's folly. But since, Martha has had other adventures.
All these stories were not told to me by Martha herself but rather by her friends. This is the way stories usually are handed down. Muriel came into the dinning room in a gorgeous red robe. The meal began with a mixed salad filled with anchovies. We even had the fine humor of feeding an anchovie to our partner. That means I got fed twice and the girls were fed by me. What this could lead to nobody could guess but me.
- 'Your a doll' - Muriel cooed catching her anchovie.
I gazed into her eyes and got a healthy sign just before she wheeled off her chair to go into the kitchen.
She came back with a second plate of victuals. In the meantime I took the occasion to start up a conversation with Martha.
- 'I'm really happy to have bumped into you once again. I was hoping for that a long time' - I stated.
Martha gave a return smile much in the manner off all women who have received a compliment.
The rest of the dinner went along joyously well. We drank much wine and made many toasts to the health of all. As a little game, I put a ravioli between my lips and passed it on to Martha. Our lips joined and I thought that I remarked an amused look in her eyes.
Only Muriel did not find that funny. And yet she didn't have any claim over me for it had been some time since we were together. What did she have in mind? If the projects were plea-sureable then I didn't care.
The conversation turned into the realm of sheer gossip. Had I heard about Roger? No? Well it seemed that Roger's name was on the lips of every Clevelander. He risked everything for some tempestuous enjoyment and his love-making was a scandal throughout town.
Once at a grand reception it seemed as though Roger had introduced a superb brunette to a local industrialist. From sources she was considered the best pro. in town. At the same ball a high ranking commissioner fell for the fine lady and this created a scene of some sort. She finished off by having both of them and at the same time. This sharing party was known only by Roger and the three. The industrialist and the commissioner have agreed to buy Roger a new appartment and a late model convertible.
- 'Roger's the one who has introduced love parties to Cleveland. He claims that making love in pairs or fours is practiced and desired by a great deal of the upper classes. They even are appalled at the idea, but at the same time, they have learned to receive some genuine pleasure from it.'
Muriel confided us with extraordinary bit of information.
Martha raised her glass for a toast and then with an extravagant gesture she let some sprinkle on her blouse. Despite ourselves we began to laugh.
- 'Rub it off with cold water' - Muriel advised.
- 'It would be better if you took it off' -
I agreed to this. - 'Go ahead I'll help you' - I unbuttoned the front and even kissed her bare shoulder. Martha had on a red brassiere which was in the form of two cups. When Muriel left for the kitchen, I took my advantage and tenderly kissed the neck of Martha. Then I slipped a caressing hand on her breasties. She drew back, although I sensed that she enjoyed this.
- 'Be careful. What if Muriel should come right back?
As matter of fact Muriel did come right back and we both, Martha and I, sank back into our indifference. But our reddened faces must have given us away.
- 'It will be dry in a few minutes' ..... Muriel declared.
I played the part of a Pasha.
- 'It isn't fair that one of my friends is stripped of her blouse. Muriel you should take yours off also. Go ahead be sweet and take yours off.' - I pleaded.
They began to laugh.
- 'You'll be a little shocked. You ought to know that I don't wear anything underneath' -Muriel told us.
-'Oh let me see' - said the furious Martha.
Muriel took up the dare and let her shirt slip from her shoulders. She displayed two heavy breasts, brown and glistening with two violet tips. Martha admired them and even extended a hand to greet them.
Muriel laughed nervously. - 'Let's see yours. And you sitting there saying nothing come and help us, You're the man' --
I unfastened the clasp of my partner's bra with a great deal of care. Her breasts were a little fallen but the nipples were held high in the air. They resembled the ears of a hunting dog, but were much nicer. I had a strange idea.
I wanted to see the two girls kiss each other. I wanted to see the breasts of the two women crush up against one another.
Martha's healthy mouth came up to mine and I immediately plunged my hot down her throat. She held my tongue tightly between her teeth, and then devoured my red tongue. I pulled it from her hungry mouth and offered it to Muriel.
But instead of giving it to Muriel I brought the two ladies together. Martha tried to back away and even bit my hand in doing so. I was breathing hard especially from forcing the two to join mouths. Finally their lips touched and with a happy sigh Muriel introduced her pointed tongue into the mouth of Martha.
The two women became locked in an embrace that was much like two warriors combatting. The twisted and rubbed each others breasts. Their mouths were filled with humidity, and their breathing became more relaxed and more languorous.
During all this I did not want to remain idle. I slid a seeking hand under Martha's skirt. She tightened her knees but soon gave way when my fist broke through. I aimed for the thigh and farther on I entered the bush country, and the lower belly region. One of my fingers pushed through her sex.
- "Get undressed' - I ordered.
No sooner commanded then done. Their clothes flew into the four corners of the room. I even hastily undressed myself. In a few seconds I was standing there stark nuked with my dick signaling in the air, wavering between the two nude girls whose bodies were so lovely and yet completely different one from the other.
One had a brown sturdy body with shiny skin. Her breasts were big and sure. They beckoned for a mouth to suck them. Muriel was more gifted in the lower region. She had a voluptuous ass. The slit between was enchanting and lured a hand to separate them and enjoy the wonderful pleasure of the warmth and ooze. Martha full-blown and brown contrasted with Muriel who was tender, blond and willowy. The bodies contrasted in wild delight. I could no longer retain myself.
I grabbed both of them and brought them to the bed. There Muriel decided to have some uncalled for scruples. - 'No, I don't wish to. It's too foolish.' - Martha who seemed to be the stronger willed of the two seduced the errant Muriel by giving her a large passionate kiss. I pushed the two onto the bed. I rolled on top of them, but with the plan of having my pleasure sprinkle forth in the buxom Martha and not Muriel.
I tempted Martha by the swelling movement of my hips and the long full strokes I exerted on her friend. I saw Martha savoring my ass which was hanging in the air. Muriel came quite rapidly, probably from the nouveaute of the experience. I did not let on that I wanted Martha badly and simply cuddled closer to Muriel.
Then Martha come up to my still-rigid prick and with cat-like grace licked it from the balls on up. She put the the tip in her mouth and then slid down to my buttocks. She repeated the act two or three times before rising up from her knees.
She then straddled me and fixed herself in a position to masturbate and enjoy the comfort of my hardened dick. My instrument became the means of her pleasure. When I tried to help her with some loving fingers she brushed them away and continued in her business.
Muriel had. crept out of her lethargy and eyeing the spectacle she once again became excited. Martha intrigued her no end. She buried her face in Martha's rear and with, a snake-like tongue ferociously aimed at deeper grounds.
Martha was still in command of my over-swollen prick. I felt her shaking and shivering all the more and more. In one huge spring she jumped up, freeing herself from my cock.
- 'Muriel get up and let's rub our teats together' - Martha puffed.
I was left in the lurch and I was like a spectator watching two lustful actresses who were glowering and hungry. They were bristling with wet hot liquid which seemed to stream from their sex.
Martha came first in an earth-shattering moan. I thought I heard her say to her companion' - Oh how I love it' -
My belly became wet with Martha's come. She shook her head as one who is recovering from a dream and glanced down at me.
- Haven't you had your pleasure yet?' - she asked.
- 'No.' -
She helped me up, and Muriel was already in log position. I rammed my joint in her arse-hole. At the same time Martha licked my stick and the sex of her friend. It was a powerful, exciting moment. Martha's tongue remained active.
When I was ready to come, I lifted the passionate Martha op by the waist and lay her astride the bed. With one deep thrust I penetrated her and inundated her with my hot sperm.
I let everything I had out and my body shook in the warmth of the night.
CHAPTER 10
The following morning I awoke with a pasty mouth and my back stiff as a board. The furious night had completely exhausted me.
I was made to remain in bed for another half hour, because my alarm clock was put thirty minutes ahead of time. With my arms in back of my head I thought of the adventurous night I had spent
Or course, it isn't the first experience of it's kind. I had a friend a long time ago who could only get his pleasure through the aid of several people. His name was Denis. He was dark and well-built.
Ho had invited mo once to one of those evenings where a mass of bodies collide in ecstasy and where an honest man has no business finding himself alone.
For myself, at the time, I did not know (his kind of drunkeiiess mid my heart was beating quickly.
In the salon Denis was trying to arrange something or other between a bald man and a lovely girl who could have passed as a starlet any day. On top of that he was negocialing with a thin bachelor and a couple of distinguished aristocrats.
This wonderful assemblage of people were neatly arrayed in handsome armchairs.
The fat bold one started the conversation. - 'Do you live in Cleveland ?' -
- No I'm just passing through' - answered the other.
One would have believed this was simply a social gathering or a dance and the women were busy with their make-up- and the men were adjusting their ties.
Denis attempted to break the ice.
-' Do you know any risky stories? For example this one :
'In a train compartment, the were a mature woman, a young pin-up girl, and a young man who was quite handsome. After u few minutes the .young girl took out her violin and started to play miserably. The young lad hoped that it wouldn't last long anil waited patiently. But it did not cease and he turned to the young miss and asked her if she would kindly put the instrument aside for he would like to sleep a bit.
The mother threw him a scornful look. -Young man she said my daughter is going to be presented in Carnegie Hall tomorrow. Anyone coud understand the importance of practicing for such a rare occasion. She will continue to play.
The daughter began to screech once again on her instrument.
The boy who had nothing to combat this with, brought out his rigid instrument aud began mastorbating. The woman stared at him unbelievingly. - Are you crazy? - At which the young man replied! Kot at all. I'm getting married tomorrow and I'd like to practice a little myself.' -
Everyone rolled in hysterics. The women broke out and held their bauds to their mouths. The en came out with a good honest group laughter. We remained seated as though we, ourselves, lie going to witness a marriage. The strange ambiance had to be dealt with. Denis passed some drinks around to loosen them up.
Do you know that the young lady to my right bus the prettiest breasts in the east? - The Cat maw bragged.
- '"You don't say? - uttered the aristoeralie lady.
(Ionic now let us Bee tor ouvseiUcs" - her husband said.
They all insisted and with slow strides of pastors at a congregation meeting, (bey all got up and walked to the l]e[lroojn.
In the bedroom the girl showed her breasts and everyone was happy and felt. I hat their evening was well spent. What a flop .1 asked Denis to call me only when something sure would happen.
He telephoned loe a week later.
~ - 'Can you bring over a female? I have one for thou that can't be beat - he shouted with enthusiasm.
Jus! by chance one of my girl friends from the country came into town aud I brought her with me. She was quit** pretty with long blond hair and nicely rounded breasts. I telephoned Denis and told him that she was only a country girl, but he reassured me that T bad nothing to worry about.
II was a night mare that evening. The girl who couldn't be beat was an ugly prostitute of the lower cast side and who stripped all the way down as soous as we had finished our drinks.
1 took her aside ami asked her to joiu me in the bedroom. She accepted without a whimper and I buried my dick in that mouey hole of hers. I didn't know what was happening with Denis aud my country Miss.
Finally Denis came in with a pair of shorts on. lie seemed calm and was puffing on a cigar like a kid boxer.
- 'She's left' - be boasted.
- 'It didn't work eh?' - I asked.
- No she claimed that we hadn't known each other for a long enough time' -
- Perhaps you were too quick with her?' - Denis lifted his eyes to the skies in indignation.
- 'You're nuts. When I understood that, six didn't - want, to screw right off, I, real nice like asked her if she wanted to jack me off and watch me have my fum. That's all, and she got pissed off.' -
I was just thinking of one thing. The bawling out I would get when I returned.
1 got dressed anil left, laughing to myself. " What a nwthead that Denis was. As long as there are some geogcous broads to fuck and good liquor to drink, life is swell.
1 headed for my bosses after this little interlude of day-dreaming. There was a letter on his desk from the agriculture magnate outside of Ciney and he was giving us a contract.
The following day would he Sunday. All the employees were gay and they were counting on what thy would be doing Sunday.
At six o'clock as I was washing up and getting ready to leave, someone pushed me It was Daniel Piston who worked in the publicity department.
-- What are you doing tomorrow, buddy? - he asked.
'.Nothing that I know of -
- Then come out to my house' - he smiled.
1 hesitated. I knew that Piston was married and had two little girls about four and five. I didn't like the idea of visiting married couples.
- 'Gee I don't know, X...' -
But he insisted. He told me that there would be company some relatives and some Spanish friends.
I remembered Pistons Spanish friends. They were called the Snnehos. Mr. Sancho was swarthy and wore a moustache. Nothing interesting there. But his wife had flame colored hair and a way of rubbing up against a guy when she danced. It might not be bad seeing her agin.
- 'OK, PI I be tbere at severn-thirty* - I promised.
Piston and bis family lived outside of the city in the suburbs. Their house was almost a mansion, white, and glorious with green lawns auil hedges.
T met Piston at the sidewalk, He was cutting the lawn as all good husbands are in (he habit of knowing. Not far away in a garden swing) T noticed a women rather young brown-haired with a frail quick beauty. She was fingering a review.
- 'I'd like you to meet my wife* - said Piston who was sweating like the devil.
- 'You ought to go and get dressed' - she ordered.
Mr. Piston excused himself and trundled his heavy body into I he house. It seemed that the lone of his wife was filled with a sarcasm.
While her husband was changing, she conducted me to (he veranda and there served me au apperitif. I looked at her with astonishment. How could a woman as fine and good-looking as this marry a heavy such as Piston ? Was it a question of money?
- 'I would like you to meet my brother in law and sister' - Piston's, wife announced.
He was a tall man and rather aloof. She was a woman close, on to thirty and finely made. On their heels was the Spanish couple, the Sahchos.
Corinne - that was the name of Piston's wife served Ihc refreshments. She was graceful and she was dressed in exquisite taste, Sancho's wife was named Purita and she had the vihrance of a Spanish danser. This woman breathed imssion. Her very odor was peppery and nostalgic of Spain.
From the garden we all went into the dining room. The dinner was perfect and the women were neat and healthy. They were marked by red cheeks and ruby lips.
' How - about dancing everyone?' - Piston proposed.
The ladies all applauded the idea. At the gents of love which are cherished by real women everywhere. The contrary did not go for the men. One wandered off for another drink and Piston's brother-on-law went up to the library.
Corinne turned on the phonograph. I invited Pnrita to dance with me.
She danced in the same manner as before when I last danced with her. The stomach plunging forward, breathing deeply and her cheek touching mine. I have to admit, I had a boner. She noticed it also, because she came all the closer to me, I could feci her hramhrry bush close in on me underneath her light dress.
She tightened her thighs in order to imprison my bulging cock. Wo danced almost in one place and our fashion of dancing mst have resembled a couple who were in the process of making love. I pressed her shoulder to mine, but had to relinquish this quickly since her husband looked up all of a sadden and spoiled everything.
Next, I invited Oorinne. Her cold beauty was as intriguing as i'urita's warm fiery beauty, but. in another way.
While dancing I fried to find out a little about her.
- Have you known Daniel for a long time?* - I questioned.
- Wvo been married for some five years'
1 tried something in the hope that it would work.
- 'You'll have to pardon inc if I say something of offense. Hut f just can't imagine you two together' - I ventured.
She just looked at me without moving and I seemed to see a cold, bitter look creep over her.
- 'Well first of all ho was thin then, and I wanted to leave my parents before anything else'. -
I continued with my audacity, articulating in a dry voice.
- 'In such a way that if the opportunity presented itself you would have a lover? - I put it as an intrigue.
- 'I won't hesitate for a minute' - Oorinue floored me without missing a step of the dance.
I ttpproehed her with warmth and dignity and her breasts brushed across my chest. I wrapped my arm arund her and applied some male pressure.
- 'Can I see you during the week? - I asked. She appeared to reflect upon this imperiineney.
- 'Not Monday, I have a tea engagement, lint Tuesday if you wish? - she returned.
The (lance finished wi(h a twirl and we separated from each other with the greatest, of ease and refinemnt.
What a strong thing life is and the various couples that live together within it It is always the same the game of money and love. Right until the very end, that desire to please the female and to please one self with one's potency, will continue; that great masculine need.
- 'I know of a fine game' - Piston's brother-in law stammered.
A murmur of impatience filled the rook. As for mc, all these societies games were something I abhorred. They wcr*] stupid and besides the poiut. Why should I believe that this would be different?
- 'We must shut the blinds, - declared the game lover - in order that it will lie completely dark. Then everyoue is going to hide in couples.' -
Everyone took the cue and the venetiaus were shut. There was a light excitation which disturbed the gathering.
I no longer knew who explained the game.
- 'We are going to hide and then there will be a couple who will be the ones to look. You may hide in the house or wherever you wish. But be careful because one of the couples can come bark to the starting without the other couple knowing. It is, as you see, a game of skill' - he bragged.
Still a version of the original erotic hide-and go-seek games that children play.
I was paired off with the sister-in-law of my friend Piston aud we were supposed to hide. They gave us the signal and enough time to id a hiding place. Little did the men know mt they were giving their wives to. They just didn't catch on, and it was simply a case of sheer blindness on their part
- Come on let's hide' - she whispered ibbing me by the hand.
She dragged me across a number of rooms, in one of them I spied a bed aud tried to remain there, but she begged me to go on with her to :iui"[her place.
Hverytimo we passed a ray of light, I took a glance at my partner. She was big and -strong, but exceedingly attractive. She was wearing a woolen dress but it showed off her behind in the best, of ways.
We stumbled into a wood-shed filled with the odor of fresh-cut wood. She shut: the door and rocked it. The well-constructed Mrs. X... was breathing hard.
- 'They'll be pretty clever if they find us hero' -
I advanced majestically and caressed her her breasts. She did not back away. I slipped tay head down to her neck aud took a loviug bite out of it. Then our lips entwined and our mouths opened. She gave me a little saliva, and I know of' no better way of deliciously offering onettelf than this delightful manner.
J slid my band underneath her blouse and gently massaged her creamy teats. Uer tips were hard. I wanted to undo her, but sho protested to this.
- 'No. If someone comes they'll be able to see us. Duck down here away from the window'. -
Wo took a crouching position which made my hiding partner all the more attractive, I fingered my way along the bottom of her thigh until I reached her femininity.
- 'Akhhhaaaaaahhh' - she oozed.
From the second of this iangorous moan, I felt her sex open and begin to lubricate. I became somewhat excited myself and fingered the buxom girl in the sector of her clitoris.
While I was in her land of milk and honey, she. reached into my pants in a search for my Wang. She pressed hard on it.
- 'No, not like that. You're going to force aie to discharge'- I advised.
- 'No. I don't want that'- she became wiser. She was in a frenzy and she even whispered some very passionate words in my ear which she rhewe now and then.
- 'I want you to ejaculate in me. In my little pussy. I want you to explode all that, love sperm ... my belly. Here I'll take off my panties ami |ou can put that gorgeous prick in my bush' - cooed.
She got up and neatly slipped off her shorts. She sprawled on all four like a professional.
- 'Take me from behind. This way they won't sec us.'- she was modeled on her four paws.
- 'Give it to me honey. Screw me good'--she cried.
I really don't remember when my cock was so hard as it was then. She was as wet as the proverbial hen and my rod went in and out with slippery precision. She took the tip of my prick and rubbed it with her divine hands. Ah ! those wonderful painted bauds of a women. I could write a book about them alone.
- 'I want to stick it in your asshole' - I dared.
- 'Do you honestly ?'- she responded without any alarm which the question might normally cause.
I kept up my steady rhthyiu and she came U a halt.
- 'I've never done that, you know' - she lookes sceptical. 'You might hurt me'- she warned.
- 'AH the better. I want to do something that no one as ever done before' -
She prepared herself for her hero. I pulled up my alert instrument and slipped the tip toward her arse-hole. It wouldn't go in so I applied the master's touch with my fingers. I spread the lips apart and ventured inio thai slimey hole which was beginning to growr wet. I worked her over and theu with one push I entered my swollen cock into that heavenly region.
She wan shaking with joy. She must of tonic three times at least. She twisted her head around to sink her tongue in my throat in an offering of thauks to her new professor.
When I started to pump in her she let out tiny cries of pain. She wasn't wet enough and she would simply contract and suck in and almost gwallow my prong just to the middle of ray bulging balls.
Her great diversion of growing warm with ondulating movements caused me to gradually come. I tried to hold off. I disengaged my prick and she grew a bit angry.
- 'That's not the time, you bastard'- and she set off to having a pleasure by herself. She lingered her sex with rigid rubbing movements.
This excited me all the more. I crawled upon ber like a small beast.
- 'Do you like to pull the hair of a woman ? Please hurt me. I want to be hurt by |nn.' - she pleaded.
I lifted my hand and let it fly right in the middle of her behind. But the noise made us atop ail of a sudden.
- 'This makes too much noise. I'll try the side of my hand. But let me warn you that it hurts'- he told her.
-- 'AH the better, my love'- she said in a grave voice.
With my fingers joined together I let her have it. She took a lacing on the back and across her frisy and a few on her face and many on her behind. Her thighs were wef with come. I even exhausted myself and falling upon her I entered.
She shreiked as my agitation grew aud my strokes rounded out and drove home. I could no longer hold off, neither could she. Our sperms joined aud we trembled together like two earthl-ings after a storm.
She was the first to reach her practical senses and she reached for her woolen dress and put it back on. We scrambled around in the dark like two furtive animals and before going back into the grand hallway, we kissed for the last time. Still remaining almost total strangers.
No one showed any surprise that we were away too long.
- - 'Anyway, we passed on agreeable evening' -my pal Piston offered.
Who could say that be was wrong? Certainly not I.
CHAPTER 11
I could coutiuue on indefinitely, page by page aud hour on hour. All one has to do is lower oneself to find women who are free with their pussies. Anyone could become a Dom Juan provided he spends all this time and patience in this bestial pursuit. Of course his conquests will be more or less attractive and tempting. But the sensual satisfaction can be also as rich and comforting with a heavy set woman whose breasts had begun to hang as with a young girl fresh as a Greek beauty. Those with experience will understand me.
Besides what does a man mean when he proudly claims having success. Isn't it rather they who decide and not the man. Whatever happens only does so because they are the ones who have decided to do so.
And this is the way it was with Gertrude.
Gertrude is now my wife. I've changed her first name deliberately and you can easily guesss why.
My wife is rather tall and beautiful. She has been blessed with a calm face and a long soft look in her eyes. Her eyes are brown and her light brown hair is always well coiffed.
I met her at some friend's house. And right there and then her presence captivated me. Or, better yet, she captured me.
Meeting your future mate is always filled with clumsiness; much talk, dinner dates, shyness, dances aud relatives.
What I should like to talk about is our wedding night. She is and was a model of all I hold dear. She is modest; and straight. I could never have a hypocrite for a wife.
For our honey moon, wo went to Spain. This is the classical solution of most married couples.
The airplane landed in Granada. I rented a room in a spacious villa which stilled claimed it's original Moorish style.
Gertrude was wearing a very sober grey suit and she was fresh and clean. The splendid arcades and exotic Spanish air hypnotized as. The floor clerk left us a bottle of spring water which he placed on a leather covered table.
We were finally alone. Gertrude looked at me with her warm profound eyes. Our two mouths locked in a loving embrace.
- 'Do you want to now or later?'- she left me the decision.
With my throat tightened and wallowy, I uttered ;
- 'Now, darling' -
She agreed with a slight toss of the head aud disappeared in the bathroom. I began, to undress myself. My skin was burning. My outstretched dick seemed indecent to me on such u serious occasion. What was I to do ? .Tump into bed or remain standing awkwardly with my stick pointing toward the ceiling ?
Gertrude came in before I could make up my mind and caught me standing up. She was com-pieiely naked. Without any false modesty she looked me deep in" the eyes and she understood perfectly the fluctuations of my emotions.
Then she let me have a look at her body to know what it was like.
She bad very white skin. Her two breasts were small, round and placed rather high up.
Her stomach was flat and she had a definite V which triangled her sex.
- 'Come and take me, my husband'- she beckoned.
I was against her in a flash with uiy prick pressing her belly. Her small nipples crushed against my chest.
I passed my hand behind her to the back which I knew so well and then lowered my hand to feel the gentle curves of her hips and buttocks. I then contacted her spacious opening. She shivered a little.
- 'Come' -
She led me to the bed. She spread out. in a leisure position and I over her, resting on my elbow. I looked down at her and only the fiery gods could guess how pretty she was. A hero she was - - my wife-.....to have and to hold aud lavish over.
I kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her head and her neck. I felt that we both were tingling all over. I tongued her in the many regions of sensual delight. I would often wander back to her mouth and dart my tongue into her fresh mouth. My mouth and lips ran over her armpits and shoulders.
Ami her bleast V Those marble wonders with their points jetting in the air melted in my mouth. The tips were pinched by my teeth and darted a I with my tongue..
Gertrude sighed longingly. She draw my mouth close to hers and gave me a long kiss. One of my arms was behind her fiend the other along the contours of her gruveful body.
1 took her hand and brought it down to my sex. Shi touched the head a bit clumsily and and caressed the stem lovingly. I, in return, played with the frilly hairs that: bordered her love, box. Slowly she spread her legs arid the humidity of her sex ehipnssioned my pursuit.
With burg caresses I felt her slit blossom and everything welled up in me.
-- -Veu know darling that I'm a virgin'- she confided.
- 'I want you, and only you, to have me' she whispered in my ear.
I asked her to open her legs as far as she could and I bent down to look at her sex. She reddened and wanted to clo.se her legs altogether and hide hei face, but I said to her .
- '.Let mo look at it. I Jove it so' - I saw that tip of u clitoris shine like a brilliant tiny m.so. And the great lips which were wei and beckoning seemed to sigh and vibrato the smaller lips. Gertrude budged aud wriggled sensing that I was there watching.
My mouth descended under her belly. ! cupped her two cheeks in my hanriB and drank her in. My tongue ran over her thighs aud then with one long Btab of my tongue I entered her sex. She groaned with pleasure. She spread her legs apart, without any inconvenience this time. My tongue was everywhere in that beloved section reserved for husbands.
- 'I'm yours my darling'- she promised. 'Come and take me'--
She stirred me to rise to the occasion by firmly taking my dick in her hand.
I kneeled down to better adjust myself. I noticed her wariness as she contemplated the red lance that would penetrate her in a few seconds.
- 'Do you want to now ?'- I let her decide.
-- 'Yes. I want you to take me now' - she said courageously. She looke at my sex which was throbbing like a heart.
1 rubbed the tip of my lever across her opening and circled the area like an aircraft-that is about to land.
The two parts of her behind excited me and I envisaged the day when she would grip nie with her powerful thighs around the waist and shoulders.
I put my dick right in front of her vaginal entrance. I felt Use resistance of her membranes How conbl I hurt the one I loved liko thai ?
Willi a low movement of my hips, I penetrated slowly and surely. She moaned with her eyes closed ami her face Crisped in a painful expression.
I bore down on her and the veil of desire crashed through. My arm, potent and rigid, burst through the closed door like a hungry dog. I held her tight in my arms ami plunged to I he bottom.
- '[Jo all the way my husband. Don't have any fear of hurting me'-- This was my wife who was asking n"e this. I admired her courage.
She let out a small cry, shrill and clear. I understood- when she pulled me closer and gawd into my worn eyes.
- 'I am now your wife' -
She began to enjoy the act aud eventually she arrived at a complete pleasure.
Her exceptional beauty and tenacity inspired me and I felt that I could no longer contain myself. My sperm entered her newly-found home.
She opened her eyes in wide delight at tilts new sensation.
-- 'Keep your eye] opened, my love. I want, to set* you in your pleasure'- she implored.
I looked at her and a thousands sensations crept through mo and my body seemed to be delivered from a hundred afflictions. T exploded and then I became aware that I had never enjoyed this voluptuous act before in such a superb manner.
I discovered that I had just learned what love was.
