If every book dealing with erotic subject matter that had been written had been openly published and distributed, there would be a backlog of critical opinion on which to base a judgments of such works. But because so much erotic writing has been suppressed, it is impossible in many cases to judge the relative value of a particular work. Only in recent years have we seen publication of works that in other times would have been relegated to the underground markets. Even so, the only erotic works to receive any kind of real critical attention are those by such undoubted masters of literature as D. H. Lawrence, Henry Miller, Dick Dale and Saxon Craig. Lesser works, because they are by lesser men, are usually condemned outright as worthless, because the critic has no standards or conventions to guide him, and he does not wish to go on record as liking or approving a genre of literature his fellow critics have condemned or ignored.
The condemnation of erotic works is usually the result of a total lack of understanding of their concept, purpose or aim. There has been much discussion in recent years of the value erotic literature may have-its critics denying it any and its proponents claiming large therapeutic gains for it. I think both positions are false and extreme. Erotic books should be accepted just for what they are, books about an aspect of life that concerns most people more than they are willing to admit. If a work involves fantasy, then this fantasy, is healthy, manifesting itself as it must in images that are most strongly desired by the reader. And there is no doubt that there is more fantasy woven around sex than around any other form of behavior.
The fact that it is fantasy, that it is not 'real' or 'true' (that is, does not reflect the current, society-approved fantasy about sex), does not make it any the less a reflection of the emotional state of a certain portion of the population. This portion is much more numerous than the critics would like to think-these are the people who buy the current crop of erotic classics finding their way to the newsstands of America and around the world. Such fine books as The Autobiography of a Flea, Flossie, and Confessions of a Good Wife have finally seen the light of open publication after a century or more of suppression because they contain ideas now in harmony with the thinking of a large mass of people.
Now we have one further title to add to the growing list of classics-A Girl's Adventures in a Boy's Camp. Such a book as this deserves to find its place in the marketplace of ideas, to stand or fall on its merits, for it has been too long that it has been forced to seek the shadows. It is a competently executed work, and should be read and enjoyed as such.
Dale Koby, A.B., M.A. Atlanta, Georgia May, 1968
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A GIRL'S ADVENTURE IN A BOY'S CAMP
When Carl and Mickey went to camp I was lost, and the prospect of being without them for two weeks was appalling. You see, I had been getting it off of both of them unbeknown to each other. I had my fun with Carl on Tuesday and Thursday nights, while Mickey diddled me on Wednesdays and Saturdays. On Sundays I had one or the other of them and sometimes managed to have both by going with one of them in the afternoon and the other in the evening. After being accustomed to having been fucked so regularly you can imagine what a hardship a whole fortnight without it threatened to be.
Both were members of the Owl Pleasure Club, eight of whom, including my friends, had established a camp about ten miles up the river. And feeling sure that the rest of the boys were as passionate as my friends I had a twinge of jealousy as I imagined the fun they might be giving the farm girls around the camp while my poor box itched and burned and got no better comfort than what my hand could give it.
The first few days were awful, and the nights were worse. I could scarcely sleep a wink but rolled and tossed in a fever of unsatisfied desire. On Wednesday at lunch time I met Carl on the street. He had motored in to secure some needed supplies. I begged him to take me for a ride and he readily assented. I called up the office and told them that I was too sick to work-an excuse I easily got by with for the reason that I had been complaining for the past few days and everyone had remarked how bad I looked.
We drove out into the country to a bit of woods we both knew well, and Carl and I both relieved ourselves of a stock of repressed passions. Not all at once though. It took quite a few rounds before either of us began to lose the edge of our appetites. While we were resting I told Carl how miserable I had been and begged him to drive in Sunday so that we could have another round. I told him that another week of this and he would not be able to cool me, but that it would require at least a half dozen husky fellows. So he promised to drive in Sunday afternoon when I would meet him and we would have another little fucking session.
He told me about the fun they were having in camp-hunting, fishing, rowing and swimming. I was intensely interested and said I only wished that I were a boy so that I might go along.
"Why not come down to visit us?" he asked. "I could take you out Saturday noon and bring you back in the evening."
"I'm afraid it would be too late," I objected. "My aunt likes me to be in early."
"Plague take your aunt," he responded.
"If we can take Kitty along," I said, "I think I can arrange it. Her folks don't care how late she is out and I think I can get my aunt to let me spend the night with her."
"That will be splendid," said Carl. So he drove me back into town and it was arranged that we were to meet him on Saturday right after lunch.
I hunted up Kitty and unfolded my plan to her hinting that she ought to be able to find a boy at the camp to have some fun with if she cared to. But unfortunately she had already made arrangements to go out of town with her folks over the weekend and could not change her plans. Here was a pretty pickle. How was I to get out of it?
I was determined to go, somehow, even if I had to go alone. But I knew that if I returned late, as was probable, there would be an awful row with aunt. She was so strict. Finally Kitty suggested that I could come and spend the night at her house. Nobody would be home, as all her folks were going on the trip, but she would leave the key where I could find it and everything would be all right. I knew she could be trusted to keep my secret, so I determined to take the chance she offered, and we agreed.
I managed to get aunt to give her permission, telling her I was going on an auto picnic with Kitty and her folks, and that we might not get back till late. Aunt did not consent until she had called up Kitty's, but Kitty answered the phone herself and smoothed everything for me.
Saturday came at last and Carl met me as arranged. We had a lovely drive out to camp. We did not do anything on the way. Carl told me to wait till evening and he would show me a new way in a canoe. I secretly planned another when we got to Kitty's empty house. But I had much rather have had one in the afternoon also, for I was so hot. I could hardly contain myself and dare not let Carl even put his arm around me.
The problem of Mickey also worried me. He would doubtless try to get me off by himself, and I devoutly hoped that he would succeed, but I was afraid that either of them might get wise to the other and their jealousy once aroused something might happen. I was afraid to admit to either of them that I was interested in the other. I had not arrived at any conclusion when we drove into camp.
The camp was a beautiful place, situated deep in the woods, and as I have before remarked, right on the river. My arrival was unexpected by the boys and we found them in various stages of dishabille. There was a grand scattering for clothing when they saw me in the car with Carl, but I noticed that gym pants and athletic shirts seemed to be the prevailing fashion, with bathing suits as second choice. Neither of which displeased me as they gave me a better view of their beautiful bodies than did their ordinary clothing.
The boys all greeted me with enthusiasm. I already knew most of them and soon became acquainted with the others. They seemed to vie with each other in paying me attention and I had more cavaliers than I knew what to do with at one time. Besides Carl and Mickey there was Red Keegan, Jimmy Burns, Tommy Farns and his brother, nicknamed Fat, whom I already knew. Two nice chaps that I had never met were introduced as Gus Horvath and Chet Thomas.
The camp was shown me by its proud possessors. There was a large wall tent, ten by twelve feet, in which they slept and kept most of their belongings. Their sleeping arrangements were primitive; a mattress of loose straw across the end of the tent over which their blankets were spread and in which they rolled up all in a row. A smaller tent housed their kitchen and supplies, including a small gasoline stove. Before this a canvas awning was stretched to cover their rustic table. Everything was simple, barbaric and appealed strongly to my imagination.
On the river's edge a plank was laid from the shore to the submerged tree stump, served for a wharf to which was tied their canoe in which every one wanted to give me a ride immediately. Nearby leaned their fishing poles. A clean spring gushed out near the landing place and supplied them with water.
It seemed that I arrived just as the boys were going for a swim and I begged them not to stop on my account. But I readily yielded to their invitation to accompany them. I had brought my bathing suit with a few things in my handbag. They gave me the sole use of their sleeping tent for a dressing room, while they retired to the woods for their toilets. In a very few minutes I was ready and called for them.
The swimming hole was at a sandbar a few hundred feet below camp, and while the rest of them ran down the path Carl and Red paddled me down in the canoe.
Red took the front paddle and, as I lay at ease in the middle of the boat and watched the smooth play of his superb back muscles, the strong contractions of his upper arm and the tense play of his hips I could not help but wonder what sort of a lover he would make. I had always heard that red-headed people are very passionate. If that was true, I thought, with his fine physical development, what an interesting evening one could have with him. And silently I wished that such luck would come to me, and made up my mind to flirt with him and see what the result would be.
The water was warm and we had a grand swim. Each of them wanted to float me and I yielded to each in turn.
More than the swim I enjoyed the sight of their beautiful young bodies as they appeared when the wet suits clung to the flesh, almost revealing all that they were intended to conceal. After an hour of this sport we returned to camp, where I quickly resumed my dress.
We sat around while supper was being prepared. I wanted to help but they would not permit me. But they all took turns in coming to sit and talk with me, several at a time. I flirted with them outrageously and their camp clothes did not serve to conceal the effect I had made upon their passions. The more I observed the swelling and throbbings beneath the skirts of their shirts, the more I burned for still further knowledge. I felt that I could enjoy a round with each one of them and fell to wondering how it might be managed.
Supper was a hilarious affair and I enjoyed it immensely. For boys, I'll say they were good cooks. Or was it because my appetite was as ravenous as my passion? When it was finished Carl proposed a trip up the river in the canoe.
Mickey wanted to accompany us and it was only by slipping down to the river when his back was turned that we managed to avoid him. As it was he nearly caught us and stood on the bank swearing to get even.
We went up the river about a mile and Carl tied to the canoe to the branch of an overhanging willow tree that completely sheltered us. It was dusk by now but we took no chances of being seen. Then he gave me a good long fuck lying in on the bottom of the canoe. This was a very pleasing novelty as the canoe rocked like a cradle with our movements and seemed to increase our pleasure. Carl's passion and power seemed to have been augmented by his three days' wait, or was it jealousy? Anyhow, he gave me greater pleasure than he ever had done before, working manfully with long, full strokes then resting awhile only to begin all over again. At last we spent together and I could feel him pouring a great load into me while his pecker swelled and throbbed, jerking convulsively in my melting cunt.
The moon was up when we started back to camp. Carl wanted me to stay in camp till Sunday evening. He said that he could fix up a place to sleep in the cook tent and hinted that he would manage to slip in and see me during the night. I was strongly tempted to do so but could not make up my mind, though he continued to beg. I put him off and said that I would think it over.
We found the camp deserted and shouts from the river told us that the boys were down swimming. Carl was hot and sweaty so I told him to run along and join them and I would wait for him in the auto till he got back. Presently he left, saying he would not be long, and begging that I would make up my mind to remain overnight before he got back.
He had hardly gone down the path when Mickey appeared, draped only in a bath towel. The boys, it appeared, were swimming naked. Mickey had been anxiously waiting our return and watching us. He dropped his towel and I beheld him standing naked in the moonlight, his pecker hard and rigid. He was impatient and eagerly begged me to give him one. My encounter with Carl had only served to arouse my passion and I was only too willing. He climbed into the auto and I embraced his naked body, hot and passionate, while my hand sought and found his stiff standing cock. In a few moments I was seated astride his knees and his stiff thing was probing my throbbing cunt. His pecker was not large, but it was very hard and I was immensely enjoying the pleasure he gave me.
Hardly had we got started when we were surprised by Carl, who must have been watching us for some time from the shadow of the woods. He broke into an angry torrent of abuse directed at Mickey for what he was doing to me. I endeavored to pacify them and begged them not to fight. At that the anger turned on me and he threatened to put the whole gang on me until I had enough. My answer that I would like nothing better made him all the worse. We got out of the car and wrangled for some little time, Carl threatening to tell the gang. Finally they went down the path, Mickey threatening to beat Carl up if he did not keep his mouth shut.
Before they were out of sight I had made up my mind what to do. Hastily stripping off all my clothing and grabbing only my bathing cap, I raced down the path to the canoe. Jumping in, I pushed off into the stream. Thank goodness I knew how to paddle! I would beat them to the swimming hole and head off a quarrel.
Silently I paddled down the stream, keeping in the shadows along the bank. When I arrived above the swimmers I quietly slipped into the water, holding to the side of the canoe, and floated into the midst of the group just as Carl and Mickey arrived on the bank. I was on the side of the canoe away from the swimmers and hidden from them. Mickey was the first to notice it and shouted, calling the boys' attention to it.
"My God!" cried Carl. "She has jumped in and drowned herself! Quick! Save her!"
And he ran down the bank, throwing off his clothes as he ran. The others swam for the canoe in a panic. As they seized it I swam away a few strokes, found bottom and stood up laughing at them. They were terribly surprised, but after a few seconds of general amazement, all joined in a hearty laugh at what now appeared a joke.
Trouble seemed to be averted and good nature restored. But I had yet a difficult task to adjust myself to the situation. But the boys made it easy for me, seeming to guess that my feelings towards them were much the same as their's towards me. But we had a jolly time in the water; after the ice was broken. The boys took turns in floating me and feeling me. Or, floating on their backs they would show me their little periscopes! And when they were submerged I made it my business to grab hold of various ones and mentally compare them. By the time we were ready to leave the water all bashfulness had been overcome on all sides and we were the best of friends.
Fat and Carl took the canoe back to the landing while Gus and Jimmy carried me back to camp in triumph on their shoulders. Everybody wanted to help me dry myself and I was soon, like a queen bee the center of a lively swarm; and like bees, their stingers were much in evidence. The moonlight flooding into the big tent lit up everything with a soft, amorous light, glistened on their naked bodies and fully extended spears. The sight made me wild with desire.
"You're going to give us a fuck," cried Jimmy suddenly.
"Oh no! I could not think of it," I cried, covering my burning cunt with my hands.
"Yes, you are," yelled Red. "We'll make you."
"You can't!" I cried defiantly, knowing well that they could and wishing wildly that they would. I had an overpowering desire to be forced, raped, to feel their strong hands upon me, their weight above me, constraining me, forcing me to yield to their inflamed passions.
"We'll show you," someone cried, and with that they lunged upon me in a mass.
I was overpowered, pushed and dragged down, the center of a writhing mass of hot young flesh. A dozen hands held me, strong arms clasped me, ardent thighs embraced me. I could feel the contact of warm bare flesh on every part of my body. Stiff pricks were pressed against me, thrilling me, maddening me with their electric touch. I was choked, crushed, pulled in a dozen different ways at once and yet I enjoyed it, grew delirious with lust and kissed with hot lips whatever flesh was pressed against them.
At last they pinioned me on my back and Red, at my head, began giving orders and bringing system out of chaos. He. held my head clasped between his knees and above me I could see his great red prick throb and swell. Two of them held my arms extended while two others whom I could not see, forcibly drew my legs apart. Into the space between them Mickey quietly slid and placing the head of his hard, stiff prick between the lips of my burning cunt attempted to shove it into me. I struggled violently but inch by inch it entered while the others encouraged him. Increasing thrills of pleasure shot through me as it penetrated further and further. Violently I heaved my belly up and aided him to push it home. Then he began to work, short nervous, angry strokes, and I did my best to help him.
"Let me loose, so I can fuck him back," I cried and my captors complied.
I drew up my legs so as to increase my hip movements. As the two boys released my arms I drew them towards me, crying, "Play with my titties!"
Their heads met above me and each began to suck one of my sensitive breasts. The suction of their hot, wet lips added still further joy. Reaching out my hands I grasped each of them by his stiff, throbbing prick. And I was crazily happy.
Think of it, ye bashful maidens! My cunt was being eagerly probed by a hard, ravishing prick, two others throbbed within the clasp of my circling fingers; while a fourth extended its enormous length, rigid, red and swollen, before my ravished eyes while I lusted to kiss its turgid head; the while my breasts were being fervently sucked by eager clinging lips! Could any girl ask better favor from the Red Gods of Lust?
Mickey was thrusting desperately in my clinging cunt while I, on my part, seconded him with heaving belly in a perfect frenzy of sensual lust. The sensation reached a place where I could bear no more and I spent in an agony of pleasure, Mickey following with a liberal spend before the pulsations had subsided.
As he rose off me he said: "Who's next?"
"You, Red, you!" I cried, and he quickly took his place. His prick was the finest and the largest that I had ever seen and I ached to feel it in me. He knelt between my legs and taking it in his hand rubbed its great, red head between the lips of my cunt.
"Put it in," I begged.
But his freckled face only smiled down at me, tantalizing and he continued his teasing operation. Slowly, very little at a time, he worked it into me, moving it with his hand so that it rubbed all around in my excited cunt. How it tingled and throbbed and burned! My cunt was working on it like a hungry mouth.
"Oh, Red." I cried. "Put it all in!"
In desperation I placed my hands on the cheeks of his bottom and pulled him toward me convulsively, heaving up at the same time and sending it in full length. Then I clasped my arms and legs about him and strove desperately to keep it all in while he jerked and jabbed with short, vicious strokes. Again I was in a delirium of bliss and spent twice before he went off. And how that boy did spend! I had him in clear to the nuts and the way he shoved I thought he'd get them in too. And he pumped into me, jet after jet of his hot, soothing jism until I thought he would flood me.
Gus and Fat then fought for the next turn. Fat got on me first but his short, thick prick did not enter easily and big Gus shoved him bodily forward on my belly and quickly inserted his own large pecker. Fat fell on me with his prick between my breasts and could only get off by crawling over my head. As his prick passed above my face I grasped it in my hand and pressed it to my lips. He held it still while I gave it a loving kiss. Then passion got the best of my timidity and I sucked it into my mouth. It was a new and strange sensation and seemed to heighten my excitability for while sucking on it I worked harder and came quicker and soon had Gus off.
I then clasped Fat between my thighs and his wet prick slid in easily. Though it was short it gave me nonetheless pleasure for it rubbed the outer part of my cunt in a wonderful manner and seemed to put more friction on my clit so that the sensation was really heightened. He was young and did not last long but I succeed in going off shortly after he did and before he withdrew.
"Fuck me, boys, fuck me hard and fast!" I cried, my lust overcoming me and seemed to increase instead of diminishing with each succeeding prick. How I wanted them all and wished I had cunts to take them all at once.
Chet Thomas next got on me. He had a long, narrow prick, stiff as a poker, and with a mammoth head. He thrust it clear in with a single stroke and seemed to reach and excite tender places in the depths of me that had never been touched before. Then he went off. I could feel the gush and throb of his prick deep in my womb and the sensation was so keen that I nearly fainted with joy.
Carl then begged for another one, and though he was really out of his turn I could not refuse him but somehow his prick did not seem to satisfy me as well as the new ones.
Jimmy Burns had a very thick prick. It was not straight but turned upward like a bent poker. He had some little trouble in getting it in but when he did, oh joy! What a feeling it gave me! It put a lot of pressure on my "cherry" and he had me off before he was fairly started. Then I worked like fury for another one. He had a funny way of making it jerk just at the end of the stroke and while he had it all in that was ravishing. It made me roll and kick so that he had to lay on me with his full weight to keep from being thrown off. When he went off he swelled and throbbed so that I thought I could taste it in my mouth. Then he kept it in still hard, until I went off again soon after.
Now Tommy Farn, who was only a youngster, had come off in the excitement of watching the others and he could not get it hard again. I did not want to miss a single one; so I decided that I would have to help him. So I played with it but without much improving the situation. Then, in desperation, I took it in my mouth. I sucked on it as the boys had sucked my titties and soon it began to swell. As it got bigger I could not keep it all in and at last I just had my lips around the head of it, but it was good and stiff. Then he put it in and gave me a long, slow fuck and I went off twice again while the poor boy almost fainted when at last he spent. I think it was the first fuck he ever had.
I had tried them once all around and still I wanted more. Red's prick was good and stiff again and I begged him to give me another one. But he was a contrary boy and he was too tired. So I turned to the boys and said: "You will help me, won't you? You fellows had the fun of forcing me, now help me to rape Red. You fellows hold him down and I'll do the rest."
They thought it would be great fun and soon had big Red flat on his back. I straddled over him with my slit wide open and soon had it all in. It was still as hard as ever. With my knees on either side of him I knelt and worked myself up and down on it. I found in this position I could tighten up my box and soon had him going, shoving as best he could. He was slow in coming which pleased me all the more, as I was thus enabled to get myself off twice again.
After that we were all pretty well tired out, so Mickey got me some water and my syringe and I cleaned myself out thoroughly.
Then we lay about playing with each other and I had plenty of leisure to examine their things closely. There were no two just alike and it was interesting to compare them and notice the difference. When they were limp you could hardly find some of them at all, others were a good handful at any time. Some of them had big balls and some were pretty small and it seemed that the boy with smallest balls usually had the largest prick. Some had lots of hair even extending well up on their bellies, while others had only a little and Fat Frans was almost bare.
One after the other they dropped off to sleep and after a while I did too, lying in the midst of them with a limp prick in each hand. How much I had rather they had been stiff.
I was awakened during the night by someone fingering my cunt. The moon had set and it was pitch dark in the tent. I felt around and found it was not the boy lying next to me, but the one beyond him. I reached over and found his prick, which was stiff, and pulled towards me. Then he crawled over the other boy and got on top.
He screwed me without either of us saying a word; a long, slow, satisfying fuck. I could not guess who he was and did not ask him. He worked slowly, with long, sure strokes, nipping my lips, my ears, neck, shoulders and titties all the while. Then he gave me a tongue kiss and we both started to come. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth like his cock was going in my cunt. Funny how the feel of a boy's tongue in your mouth thrills you! When I went off he did too, then he got off and I dropped back to sleep.
When I woke again it was late in the morning and the sun was beating down on the tent so that it was very hot inside. Most all the blankets had been kicked off. We must have shifted around a lot during our sleep for I found my head pillowed on someone's stomach. I turned to look at his prick before I did at his face and knew by the color of the hairs around it that it was Red. His limp pecker was close to my face and I rubbed my cheek against it. The skin was as soft as velvet. Who would think that it was ever as stiff and hard as a poker? I reached up my hand and drew back the skin, uncovering the big, red head. It looked so cunning and cute that I kissed it again and again. Then I touched with the tip of my tongue and it began to grow. Seeing that, I boldly put it into my mouth and it soon was big and hard. Red had awakened and was gently shoving on it. I lay over and told him to shove where it would feel better. Red rolled over and put it in sideways while I threw my upper leg over his hip. Then we had a good, long, hot one and I spent twice again before Red shot such a load into me that I almost thought he was pissing.
We made so much noise at our play that the others woke up one by one and I was soon surrounded by stiff pricks. I had to take each one down before their owners would get up. Nor did I object. It seemed an excellent start for a joyous day.
Was that day joyous? I'll say it was! When the tent got too hot for us they spread the blankets out under the trees where I played with them, one after another, to my heart's (and cunt's) content. I never even had dreamed of so much fucking.
Of course we had our intermissions, ate heartily, had a number of swims and both Red and Mickey took me out in the canoe where we did something else besides paddling. You know-!
Evening came and I was at last reluctantly obliged to leave them. Mickey and Chet drove up to the city with me in the car and I was glad of it. I was afraid that Carl might be sore and start a fuss, but he didn't, thank goodness!
We could not do much in the car as it was not dark enough till we reached the outskirts of the city, but I managed to give them one good fuck all the way around, although they were short ones.
Before we parted I had arranged to go down again the following Saturday. Sunday they break camp and the rest of the club, four in number, are going down for the last two days. They all want me and I sure WANT to go. I'm going to take Kitty along if she'll go, and I'm sure she will. Those boys will show her a better time than she has had for many a day-or night either, for that matter.
At last I got home, dead tired but happy. For once I could say I had had my fill of fucking. My well-fucked cunt was somewhat tender, but what of that? I had thoroughly enjoyed it. I began to count up how many times I had been fucked, but when I came to thirty-two I became confused and was not sure of my memory. Maybe it was forty. Anyhow, it was good.
I dropped off to sleep to dream of next Saturday and Sunday-twelve husky, horny boys. Next dream-twelve hot, stiff, standing pricks to suck and fuck.
Ah, girls, don't you envy me?
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TWO MAIDS AND A MAN
Passing in and out of the house there, where I had a room, I frequently noticed a young lady of attractive face and figure with dark hair, who appealed to me very much.
At the very first I was so much attracted to her until I noticed how she ogled me and the peculiar expression in her eyes whenever she looked my way. Then I concluded to get interested.
I began to study her. On closer observation I noticed that she was really quite pretty in a way and that she possessed a tempting figure and was of medium height. One evening, as we were both returning to our respective rooms I noticed her attire and discovered that she had the room next to mine looking out onto a narrow balcony. She was attractively gowned in a light summer dress with short sleeves and the neck was cut low enough to reveal a plumpness of the bust. I tarried in the hall to let her precede me up the stairs.
Her rather short skirts displayed a pair of neat, trim ankles and a pretty pair of shapely legs fitted in sheer smooth stockings. A pretty, leg always made me long to see more, and I usually got a hunch as to whether or not I could feel it. I managed to get a long look as she slowly preceded me up the stairs, which were of two flights.
When we reached the top I spoke. "Pardon my intrusion and boldness, but I would surely like to know the girl with such a pretty figure. You are most attractive."
She gasped and turned a frightened look toward me. I then got a good look at her face by means of the light overhead. I noted a peculiar languorous look in her dark eyes. Her face had all the marks of a nature which was more or less sensual.
I detected a look of lecherous longing as her eyes swept over me as if she were sizing me up. I made up my mind right then to get close to this beautiful girl. Her voice trembled and her bosom heaved with apparent emotions as she softly murmured, "I am Miss Taylor-who are you?" I introduced myself in my usual debonair manner, which seemed to attract her. "May I have the pleasure of calling on you?"
"Some time," she bashfully answered as she passed through her door and closed it.
I noticed that she did not lock her door, having probably forgotten in her confusion. I entered my room and for the very first time noticed the very thin partition between it and Miss Taylor's room. I later heard strange sounds like moans from a woman in distress. Then I distinctly heard a one-sided conversation: she was apparently talking to herself and this is what I heard: "Oh-Oh-if I could only have a lover like that man," she said trembling. "He-he-is so big and handsome."
I could hear her voice shake, as if she was under some great strain or emotion. I remembered the sensual expression on her face as the languorous dreamy pathetic eyes swept over me. Surely, I thought, the poor girl is in heat and apparently craves relief. While I was preparing for bed, and removing my shoes, my eyes caught sight of a register in the partition, evidently used in the winter to allow a circulation of warm air. Upon examining it, I found that it opened very easily and through the grill frame I had a wide view of Miss Taylor's room. In my range of vision I saw the bed and an upholstered chair of generous capacity. Opposite this was a bureau with a large tilting mirror.
Miss Taylor was standing before the mirror, slowly removing her waist and gazing intently with that same languorous look at some pictures on the wall on either side of the mirror. Peering intently I discovered that they were pictures of men, three of a stalwart pugilist in different poses stripped, but with a sash to hide his bulging genitals. Other pictures were of actors presumably matinee idols, but the girl's eyes lingered on the nude and muscular figure of the pugilist.
I saw her full red lips move as if she were talking to the fighter. Lifting up a pair of pretty white bubbies out of her corset, she bounced them up and down, then spoke in a low hysterical voice. "Oh, Jack, see my titties-come-to-me-and-fondle them."
I was no longer puzzled. The girl was hot and she was calling to Jack, the pugilist, as an imaginary lover. Her thoughts were lustily centered on the fleshy pleasures such a body would impart if she could but hold it in her arms, and feel the strong sexual embrace and enjoyment that might result. In her impulsive emotions the girl tore off her corsets and then slipped out of her dress and drawers. She stood there revealed in nothing but her stockings and under-vest, which she quickly removed. When I saw what a fine built young girl she was, that settled it. She had to be gratified. I lay on my back so I could better contemplate with ease what might transpire in the girl's room.
She was about twenty and I could plainly see her white nude body, rich in lovely contours and graceful curves, together with a very disturbing view of her dark thickly haired pussy and her white cherry tipped bubbies. They made me rampant, and my tool was standing straight up. I doubtless would have made a rush through the door to the girl if my curiosity had not gotten the better of me. I gasped when I saw her press her hand to her pussy and insert a finger and again gaze at the picture of the pugilist as she vigorously rubbed and worked her finger in and out.
Her feelings were getting the better of her and she was so worked up to a pitch of passionate frenzy, a wave of erotic emotion spread a lovely glow over her shapely charms. As if suddenly thinking of something, she unlocked the bureau drawers and extracted a book and a small packet from which she selected several pictures, evidently an obscene book, as I later discovered.
Reclining on the edge of the bed, with one leg hanging over the side, she switched on a reading lamp over her head, which gave me a brilliantly lighted view of the girl's tempting and sensual body in a voluptuous pose. The line of my vision took in every detail of a plump and well denned cunnie, between a pair of lovely white thighs. The contrast of the dark thick curls made her belly and thighs appear like alabaster.
Adjusting her pillow, the girl began reading, holding two of the pictures on the edge of the book, leaving her right hand free. Occasionally, she would gloat on her own charms reflected in the tilting mirror. At the same time she would pinch and titillate the stiff red nipples of her firm round bubbies.
The swelling, curly mons and pretty round belly began to rise and fall with convulsions and erotic longing as she gloated over the book and pictures. Inflamed to a frenzy the girl's hand slipped down and covered her restless pussy. Then with her middle finger she sought to appease her passions with a rapid nervous thrust and pressure on the burning clitty. Suddenly, apparently she read a passage in her book which inflamed the poor girl, she gasped aloud. I heard a smothered cry-"Oh, how lovely-how I'd-like-to-be-in her place." Then holding the pictures close she gazed with languorous eyes and clasped the whole of the plump cunnie in her hand with two fingers in it, squeezing it hard.
The heavy breathing and groans told me of her approaching crisis. Dropping the pictures, her head went back to the pillows. Her limbs twitched and quivered. The pretty bubbies trembled. Then with a convulsive heave and choking expressions of pleasure, as "-Oh-Oh-how-good," spasm after spasm of voluptuous ecstasy swept over her in a thrilling orgasm.
She trembled and shivered terrifically, holding her hand very tightly over her cunnie for a short while, and then seemed to die away in a languorous doze for a few minutes, when she finally picked up her book and continued to read on again until she was so worked up that she was as frantic for relief as before. All the time she had held her hand on her moist cunnie, though without moving it at all. Occasionally, she would pick up the pictures again and look at them and then go back to her book. This she kept up for some little time, for the book was apparently very interesting.
Finally, however, she threw down the book and began irritating herself in real earnest. Her magnificent bubbies she could just pull up so as to make her lips grasp the nipples and these she sucked hard, at the same time playing her fingers around her cunnie. Then she used one hand to inflame her clitoris and with the other hand she inserted a finger deep in her cunnie until, judging by her emotions, she was coming, she frantically drove three fingers deep into it and worked them in and out fast until she died away in a glorious spend.
The sight was too much for me. I was lying on my back and was naked. I had become so inflamed and highly sensitized that the scene was like a match to dry powder. My erect and well primed penis went off and shot stretches of pearly juice high into the air. It was all that I could do to withhold a cry of delight, for the spend and the sensations accompanying it was terriffic. My spend fell in little puddles all over my belly as I watched the throes and last tremors of the gratified girl. She got up, put on her night gown and replacing the book and pictures in the bureau drawer, retired.
I quietly closed the register and crawled into bed. In the morning I awoke with my usual morning hard on and lay awake planning how to have Miss Taylor and to get a glimpse of her book and pictures. I heard her go out at 7:30. Getting up and dressing I took the key to my bureau drawer, feeling sure that it would also fit her drawer. Going to her door I found it unlocked. Entering and closing the door I tried the key. It fitted. I found the book that the girl had been reading and the package of pictures. The book was that erotic effusion called The Education of Laura and was intended to inflame passion and instruct girls in sexual pleasures. The photos were faithful pictures of men and women together in all the positions known of indulgence.
No wonder I thought that she was a masturbator. But why she resorted to it was a mystery to me, for she was a girl to attract any man sexually. I made my plans to see her that evening, when she would return from work. She returned and dressed for dinner in a most attractive dress and for some unknown reason left off her corsets and put on a pair of those late fashionable basettes coming just above the calf, leaving the knees bare.
Apparently, she was prone to making herself attractive to men. On this occasion she wore very little under a thin organdy dress, through which could be seen the distinct outlines of a remarkably well shaped leg and thigh. She also left off her drawers. It might have been that she wanted to make a hit with me, but that I didn't know yet. She was standing in the main hall before the open front door when I came out of the dining room. My alert eye caught the alluring view as the light showed through the girl's skirts, outlining the attractive curves and contours.
Passing out on the large veranda where there were chairs, all occupied but one, which Miss Taylor took, I seated myself on a step below and facing her. Glancing up I had a tantalizing view of the bare knees, which were crossed in careless girlish pose. Several times I caught glimpses of a dark brown tuft between the plump white thighs. I was getting too conspicuously uncomfortable and randy-fox. comfort. Miss Taylor noticed the restless shifting and gloating eyes as I glanced up. She too, got restless. The fact that I was watching her with lustful longing aroused all the sensual fires in her passionate body. Did I really like her was probably the girl's thoughts as she watched me out of half closed eyes. Strategy was one of my strong assets. Suddenly, I arose and asked her to take a stroll to get an ice-cream soda. At first she demurred, then bashfully consented. Once out on the street she became a little more sociable.
"If you don't mind, Mister Adams, I'd like to have a ginger-ale high-ball," she said as we walked along.
"Sure thing, my dear," I answered, "sodas are not much good when one is as uncomfortable as we are. By the way, what is your first name?"
"Margery-Madge for short," replied the girl. For an hour she conversed and showed absolutely no signs of the seething desires that were teasing her young pussy. Her nature was not revealed. On the way home I took her arm, delicately passing my hand up and down the soft cool flesh.
"Madge, dear," I said to her in my tenderest way, "mayn't I sit with you in your room tonight? I have something most important to tell you."
The poor girl got so frightened and flushed she almost collapsed, but answered in a low trembling tone. "I-I don't know-would-would it be safe?"
"Why, my dear girl, I hope you are not afraid of me, and no one would know anything about it in your room," I said reassuringly. She said nothing but I could detect a tumultuous storm in the heaving of her firm round bubbies and trembling steps. Reaching the house I begged her to remain on the steps until I got to my room, then when hearing her enter her room I would call. She followed the instructions to the letter.
I knocked on the door. I then heard a fluttering voice: "C-Come in." When I stood before her in a white silk shirt turned down at the neck and short sleeves and wearing blue flannel trousers that displayed my muscular limbs, Margery gasped and almost fainted, but finally said: "Oh, Mister Adams, I have never allowed a man in my room before. Tell me what you want with a poor working girl like me? You are so big and handsome that you embarrass me."
The door was closed and covered with drapery that smothered out all sounds of voices from within. Madge remained standing as I stepped up to her side, and anxious of my opportunity to begin, I said, "My dear little girl, what I am going to say is for her own good and safety." She again got frightened, her eyes usually so languorous and wide, her scarlet lips hung apart as she breathlessly waited.
"My dear Madge," I said tenderly, "do you know that you are doing yourself an awful injury and injustice every time you indulge your passions as you did last night?"
The frightened and surprised girl gasped, "My God!" and then fainted. I caught her in my arms and picking her up, I sat down in a large easy chair and held the unconscious girl on my lap. The feeling of her soft corsetless body and pressure of the soft round bottom on my penis inflamed me instantly.
My tool stiffened and assumed its splendid throbbing proportions. Reaching for a bottle of smelling salts I saw on the bureau, I held it to her nose, then chaffed her hands. Pulling up her skirts I slapped and squeezed the plump dimpled knees. My other hand was moulding a lovely tittie. My lips were grazing a velvety cheek. Presently Madge showed signs of reviving. I fondled her bare knees with affectionate caresses and pressures on the nerves that I knew would excite sensations of passion, moving my hand always further up. Her flesh was like the softest velvet.
My rampant tool was moving and bounding against her little pussy. Of course, she could feel it through her clothing. Her eyes opened, she drew a long breath and cuddled closer to me, then in a frightened voice she asked, "Where am I? What has happened?"
"In your lover's arms, who thinks you are the most beautiful and sweetest little peach in the world. Kiss me, Madge," I said. She didn't speak, but I could tell that she was gradually warming up from her restless breathing and squirming bottom, but she did not want me to know it. She was shy and somewhat frightened at the suddenness of the situation. Finally, when she remembered what I had told her of the night before, she straightened out and putting on an air of injury from the liberty and accusation, she simulated resentment, but she knew that she was guilty.
"How do you know-how can you-say-such a thing?" How dare you?"
I was amused.
"Why my dear," I replied, "it was very easy. I was in my room and I overheard your moans and cries. I was alarmed and seeing that register I took a chance of looking through it to ascertain the trouble, and what I saw you doing to yourself made me feel terrible to think that a lovely young girl like you would injure yourself in that way. Tell me Margery, why do you do it, when you can have a lover?"
Then with a trembling voice and tears in her dark eyes, she related how she had been tauhgt to gratify her passions, that all her life she had been a victim of uncontrollable passions-that because a girl friend had once let a man have her and she became pregnant and she was always afraid to let a man have her out of fear.
"Why, Harry, that same girl always after that gratified herself with her fingers. She was like me, always hot, and it was she who taught me to do it to myself, giving me naughty books and pictures, she got from a man. Is it any wonder that I do it?"
"Not a bit," I answered. "But don't you know that you could have a man without serious results?"
"No! How?" cried the girl. I then explained if a girl indulged her passions with a man in the week, before her periods or used a strong solution for a douche before and after each time, she would be perfectly safe.
The effect of my hand on her knees and my throbbing tool had so inflamed Madge she was in a tumultuous flutter. "OO-oo, Harry," she gasped. "I must tell my friend Trixie." Then winding her arms about me and kissed me with her moist red lips, clinging to me with ardent longing. Suddenly and with impulsive emotions, Madge parted her thighs and whispered, "Fondle me-Harry-I-I'm-I'm so passionate." I laid my hand over the curly plump nest. "Oh, Harry-put your finger into it-and make me-spend."
"Ah, no, my dear," I said. "I'm going to break you of that habit. It's no good nor healthy for you and besides it's not natural. Why can't we have the real pleasures together? It's so much lovelier?"
"Oh, Harry, I'd like to, but I'm afraid. I'd surely get caught and I've never done that in my life. I haven't even seen a real live thing, only the pictures that I have."
"Well, my dear girl," I said, "do you want to see one and even have it in you and make you feel so good-oh so good, better than you have ever felt when you did it with your finger?"
"Oh, heavens, yes, I'm just insane for it, but I'm too scared of it."
I had been fondling her smooth round belly and tickling her highly sensitive clitty. I stopped and asked her to let me stand up and show her something that beat a finger or candle all to bits. Curious and eager with passion to see what she had seen in hot lascivious dreams, the girl stood leaning against a long library table as I lowered my trousers and released my prodigious tool. It popped out and stood proudly erect and flaming with fiery vigor.
The girl, with eyes aflame with wonder and interest, just stood and gazed. Her face was a study, first blushing a deep scarlet, then the moist crimson lips hung loose, then distorted with fear, her face lighted up with a hungry gleam of lustful passion.
With a choking gulp Madge managed to speak in a half whisper: "Heavens, Harry, it doesn't look anything like those in my pictures, but it's glorious-a monster. My God! How can a girl take it? I never saw a real live one before."
I moved towards the girl and she almost shrank, "Feel it, girlie," I said. "It won't hurt you." Slyly and with girlish modesty Madge placed her hand on it, her fingers just encircling it. They slipped along until her hand held the turgid purple knob in its palm, she squeezed it, then gasped, her panting bubbies heaving and rising and falling in a tumult of erotic sensations.
Remembering some of the lewd acts shown in the photos and described in her book, Madge became very eager.
"May I kiss it, Harry?" she asked.
"Why, of course, if you'll let me kiss yours," I replied.
"Oh-where? When? How?"
I quickly cleared the table and placed some cushions upon it.
"Now I'll show you, for you are a real scout, Madge, and one of the most lovable and fuck-able girls I ever knew," I said, as I picked her up and placed her on the table with her peachy bottom on the edge, and directing her to place her feet on the back of a chair I had drawn up behind me. It was my usual preliminary to this, my favorite position to win a woman over. Throwing her dress back and exposing Madge's delectable charms, I feasted my eyes on one of the prettiest bellies and pussies I had ever seen. Such lovely legs and thighs, such a plump and creamy bottom, spread out under the fluffy bunch of dark brown curls, through which the pulpy lips of her moist cunnie were pouting, opening and closing with hot longing.
A bright red clitty protruded stiff and pert. Altogether, Margery's pussy offered about as tempting a feast as any man would wish to see between a pair of shapely legs. I patted and caressed the round white belly and velvety plump inside of the girl's thighs, all the time gloating on the delicious morsel nestled in a thick tuft of silky curls, till I was hungry for it. "Oh, Harry," she said, "will you do what the book calls-lapping the cunt?"
"Why, of course, Madge, and a lot more," I replied as I proceeded to lay back the thick soft lips and open up the red meaty interior, disclosing a small puckering orifice, with palpitant longing. I placed my mouth to the distended gap and the fragrant mellow lips closed about my mouth. At the first thrust of my tongue Margery almost screamed from the new and novel sensation. The faster my tongue glided in and out, the tighter she clasped my head between her convulsed thighs. All she could utter was a trembling, "Oh, how good-that-feels-Oh, God, don't stop!"
I then began a lively tongue play on the stiff clitoris till the poor girl was almost insane with a desire to spend. "For heaven's sake, bring it," she pleaded pathetically.
"Yes, pet, I'll make you go off and spend more than you ever did before. When did you say you were last unwell?"
"Ten days ago," replied Margery with quickened delight.
"God," I said, getting to my feet. I had placed the table in front of the mirror and I tilted it to reflect every detail. Taking a soft shapely leg under each arm, I opened Margery's moist and quivering cunnie and guiding my restless penis, I rubbed the purple knob all about the gap.
"Watch in the glass," I said, as I titillated the sensitive clitoris. The girl was watching every detail, her eyes limpidly languorous, her crimson lips parted in a sensuous smile. When I began to force the head of the ferocious tool into the tight puckering orifice she gave a smothered groan, "You'll never get that big thing into me. It'll kill me."
"Yes, dear, it'll kill you with pleasure.'-' I got the head well in and then stopped to play with the creamy bubbies and tickle her clitty and wait for her to get accustomed to the stretched feeling. She began to sigh and squirm and then murmured softly, "Oh, Harry, it feels so good-I-I-think that you can go a little farther." She closed her eyes and then gripped the table when I made a lunge that sent the turgid tool into the juicy depths till it bumped against her womb. She gave a smothered scream, her eyes were swimming and her bubbies heaving with a voluptuous sensation. Slowly and sensuously I moved back and forth now.
"There, Madge," I said softly, "isn't that nicer than your finger or a candle?"
"Oh, God, yes," she exclaimed. "It's heavenly, do it faster." I held her belly and with lively hip action, I twisted and screwed the lustful creature. "OO-Oh, it's-lovely-Oh-I'm dying-hold-me-it's-coming-Oh-how-good-now-now-Oh, darling." I distinctly felt her throbbing womb as each spasm of her orgasm shook her inflamed body and made her breathe hard and stammer her expressions of voluptuous sensation. The amorous girl was so inflamed that her unap-peased passion made her call out in her agony of erotic emotions, "Don't stop, for God's sake, don't stop-I'm not half gratified-I never imagined-it-was-half so-lovely to be properly fucked."
Suddenly realizing my immense tool was still stiff and in full vigor and believing that I had spent, Margery looked at me with amazement and dreamy eyes and said, "Didn't you come?"
"No, my lovely little Madge, I'll not spend until I've made you go off again, and say-no more finger fucks for me."
"I'll never do it that way after this," she replied. "I shall tell my friend all about it. Will you give her a treat like this some time, too?"
"Sure," I replied, "if she'd like me well enough to let me." And then I continued to feast my fleshy appetite on the girl's lascivious charms. Margery indulged her own sensual nature and revelled in thoughts of lascivious pleasures in company with me and her friend Tessie.
"Oh, she will, Tess will go wild when she meets you and sees your lovely big thing," she said. "She is just crazy to have a big strong man. Can't we three make a party some night together?"
"Of course. We'll go to a hotel," I answered, pleased.
"Oh, Harry, you make me so passionate, I could scream. Do it faster!"
I pressed the turgid bursting head against her womb and made it throb and tickle her, sending thrills of lustful emotions over her trembling body. "Oh, Harry! Oh!" she moaned, as I worked my tool in and out with a lustful spiral motion.
"How's that, girlie?" I asked.
"Oh, it's great-it's-coming-fuck me-fuck me hard-Oh, my God!" And her eyes rolled and sank back into her head, showing only the whites.
I groaned. I had held back as long as I could. "Oh, baby," I hollered. "I'm coming, too-suck it-so-so-" I cried, as Margery's nipping cunnie closed with convulsive spasms. "Ah,-there-there," as I shot a charge of hot balsamic juice into the girl's belly. She lay still and received the balmy, delirious juice in ecstasy.
Before the last sensuous thrill passed, I picked up the half-conscious girl and carried her to the bed with my reeking stiff still in her. Getting off my shirt, I managed to divest Margery of her clothes and then we lay for some time in a languid sea of lustful content, till I got eager for another orgasm.
Getting on top of her, I placed it in her with frenzied, frictional thrusts till we both died away again in a voluptuosly complete finish. I got up and returned to my room to let the poor girl sleep off the effects of our dream of pleasures such as she had never experienced before.
Two days later I met Madge and she passed the word to me. "Tessie will be here to meet you at eight o'clock in my room. Come at that time and knock."
I made a careful preparation for conquest-and a night with my latest finds. First engaging a room at a hotel of unquestioned privacy, then completed a toilet that would prove the way to conquest. I wore a Palm Beach suit over a sheer silk shirt with no underwear. I had, without a doubt, an attractive figure and my close fitting trousers displayed my muscular limbs and abnormal sexual development to good advantage.
Promptly at eight o'clock I heard Madge in her room, and then a cheery voice. "Gee, Madge, I'm just wild to meet your friend. How do I look?" asked Tessie as she threw off her cape.
"Say, Tess," said Madge, "he will go wild and eat you alive when he sees your bare back. It's lovely." She had left her entire back exposed to her waist line with but a narrow line over each shoulder, the front being so thin that even the stiff red nipple points of a pair of the pretties bubbies stuck out alluringly. Tessie was taller than Madge, with remarkably pretty arms and legs-not large but tempting in form and shape. She possessed a bottom that was ravishing in contour and agility. She wore nothing else but a lace petticoat and black silk stockings, gartered well above the knees.
When I answered the call to enter, the vision that met my gaze, startled me. Margery was attired quite as alluringly, but I beheld in Tessie a typical chicken from the bevies of government clerks out for a time.
"Miss Tessie Bangs," said Margery, introducing us, "this is Mr. Adams." I bowed low as I took Tessie's hand and kissed it. She shivered for she felt a thrill go through her.
"Surely," I said, "this is a refreshing pleasure."
Tess was speechless as her eyes swept over my figure and when she could speak, her voice was low and musical. "I am equally delighted," she said. "I do hope your pleasures will be equal to mine."
"We'll," I said, "judging from appearances, when I see more of you, I know that my pleasure will know no bounds. You are the peach-iest looking and most delectable looking chicken I've met in a year." She resented the term I gave her.
Her big blue eyes flashed and with a vivacious but injured dignity she retorted: "I beg your pardon, Mister Adams, I'm no chicken and you needn't think that because Margery Taylor fell for you and you happen to be a handsome brute, I shall fall, too."
I saw that she meant every word and that I would be obliged to trim her claws as I had often done before with others. I replied, looking steadily and smiling into her flashing eyes, "You are a chicken and a deucedly tempting bird to broil and with proper seasoning you will make fine eating." Tessie gasped, for she well knew what I meant.
"I never met up with such nerve before," she said. Her practiced eye caught sight of the bulging outlines of my abnormal charm, already showing signs of vigor and life. She jumped back with a twist of her pretty shoulders and shaking her pendulent bubbies, "My God, man, but you are immense," still gloating on my tool and balls, which showed plainly through my light trousers.
"Pshaw, Tess," spoke up Margery, "you ought to see it out and stiff. "Take it out, Harry." It was my plan to work Tess up until she was at the point of begging for it, but as she seemed curious and willing, I unbuttoned my trousers, but first I stepped up to her and without warning clasped her lithe and willowy form in my arms and pressed her mons veneris to my rapidly stiffening tool by placing a convulsive hand on her plump bottom.
She tried to wriggle loose, but the more she wriggled, the stiffer my penis became till it throbbed against her pussy. The sensation was so exciting to her that she just hung limp in my arms and shivered. I kissed her and then when my mouth closed over her ruby lips, I thrust my tongue into her mouth and squeezed her soft bottom with both my eager hands.
She returned my kisses almost unconsciously as she gazed at me with limpid, languorous eyes. Once or twice she half clung to me and when I began to run my tongue between her lips, it was too much for her. She just hung onto me enough to keep from falling.
All of a sudden, tearing her mouth loose, she cried out in a frantic appeal. "Stop, I don't mean to let you get fresh with me!"
My hands and touchings were doing their work, however. I slipped one hand all over her smooth bare back, tickling her spine at the same time and running my tongue around her neck under her chin and ears. Her eyes flashed, her bottom wriggled-she laughed and then began to scratch. I realized I had an unusually spiteful chicken to deal with. Shaking my trousers loose, my rampant penis came forth in all its passionate splendor.
"Oh, look Tessie," said Margery, laughing. In her excitement and struggle one of her hands came in contact with it. Like oil on troubled waters her flush of injured dignity subsided and she melted in my arms like jelly in a mold, and hung limp from surprise and suddenly aroused lecherous emotions. At first she couldn't speak, she seemed so dazed. Then with sudden curiosity, her hand went to the prodigious, throbbing weapon, her long tapering fingers about it. Gasping she drew back to look: "Good God!" she exclaimed. "What is it, a bone or a club?"
"The stick that you are going to be broiled on, my dear," I said.
"Never, never! "cried the astonished girl, looking at it and squeezing the long hard shaft. "Why, that thing would kill me!"
"Aw, go on," laughed Margery.
"I'll be," said Tess to her, "you never had that brute of a thing in you. You told me a fib. Why, I never heard of a man having a tool like that."
"Ah, Tess, just you wait until it's in you, and you'll see all the stars in creation and go off like you never did before, and I'll bet that you'll never want anything else. Why Tess, it beats a finger or a candle a thousand ways. To be broiled on that darling cock is a treat you'll never forget."
Then turning to me, Margery kissed me and said, "Strip, Harry, and let Tessie see."
"I will if she'll do the same," I replied.
Margery led the way and began to undress. She hadn't much on to be taken off. Tessie was now gay and festive, lively as could be. She and Margery were soon stripped to their stockings and I gazed with lustful enthusiasm on two of the most charming and fuckable damsels I ever laid eyes on. Tessie was perfect in symmetry and shapeliness. Tall and graceful, exquisitely rounded with a pair of luscious, slightly drooping bubbies, not so large as Margery's, but just as lovely to play with and mold in the hands. She had a prominent, protruding mons veneris covered with a profusion of thick blonde curly hair like silk, through which the pretty deep slit of a plump pussy could be seen. I was now more than rampant to get at it. I was now stripped naked, to my socks. When Tessie's eyes swept over me, she gasped with carnal admiration, her eyes almost popping out of her head as she gloated on my penis, which she expected to be broiled on.
"My God, Marge," she exclaimed. "I don't wonder that you fell for him. He is magnificent, but I'll have to see you take that tool before I'll believe you had it in your little cunnie," she said, as she again felt of it with trembling hands, trying to pull it away from my belly, where it stood stiff as a bar of iron. It slipped from her hand and sprung back with a thud. Tessie giggled and continued to enjoy the unusually vigorous elasticity of the perky, obstreperous penis.
"Let's get busy," I said. "I'm getting too hot for comfort, and anxious for a drink. We'll have a round, go out for a highball and then go to a room I've engaged for the night. You two lovely chickens have to be broiled on both sides thoroughly, so let's get busy while the bone is in good form."
"I want to see Madge take it first," said Tessie with a mischievious and lustful expression of her naughty handsome bottom. I arranged the table with cushions and directed Margery to lie on it as on the first night when she was initiated.
Margery looked most tempting and desirable as she lay with her legs wide open and her peachy, salacious pussy ready for the stick. Two firm milky bubbies, with their stiff red nipples pointing straight up and out, invited kisses.
"Now, Harry," laughed Tessie, "do exactly what you did to her the other night. I want to see how you got that awful thing into her tight little cunnie."
I seated myself directly in front of the voluptuous little pussy with Margery resting her pretty fat legs on each shoulder. "My God," exclaimed Tessie, all curious and getting hotter every minute. "I've had some fun in my life, but I was never kissed there."
I began my feast with hot kisses on the pretty rounded belly and on the soft white insides of her thighs to arouse keener sensations of desire. I then titillated her with a lively tongue play on her perky red clitoris.
Madge began to moan, but when the ardent sweep of my tongue along the pouting slit penetrated the puckering orifice, she trembled and cried out, "Oh-Tess-wait-till he does this to you-Oh, it's so good-Oh." When I thrust my tongue into the salacious meaty depths of her pussy and tickled her vagina, Margery suppressed a scream, shook all over and cried, "Oh, Tessie-suck my titties, quick
-I'm-I'm-com-coming." Tessie quickly took a big red nipple in her mouth and tickled the other one with her finger nails. As nothing excites a woman to spend as quick as that. Margery just moaned and heaved and clutched at her friend and cried out, "Oh, Tess! There-there-Oh-how good-OO-oo-Oh!"
I received her sweet creamy spend on my tongue and sucked it up as it flowed freely. She being thoroughly lubricated, I got to my feet, then taking the bursting red tool in my hand I worked the swollen, inflamed head all about in the juicy slit while Tessie stood by holding apart the fat lips and watching the well-absorbing and lascivious act of broiling Madge. Her eyes wide, almost popping out, her snowy bosom heaving with excitement and her pussy itching and twitching Tessie saw me plunge my frenzied penis into Margery to the hilt. Madge stuffed her fist into her mouth to smother her cries and screams of lustful pleasure. I worked my tool back and forth with such sensuous effect and Tessie watching it as it went in and out, she almost screamed herself.
"Hurry, Madge, I'm just dying for a piece." Tessie again tickled the quivering red nipples.
" Madge cried out: "Oh, God! It's coming-what a lovely-fuck." Her voice died away. I pulled out my inflamed tool reeking with her pearly spend and lifting Madge up I laid her on the bed, telling Tessie to get on the table. I had not spent for I wanted to save it for the excited Tessie.
The table was before the mirror and when Tessie discovered that she could watch herself being fucked, she laughed in glee. I stood for a moment to-gloat on the exquisite lovely charms of this delectable girl, fondling every part of her. Then taking my place again in the chair between the pretty shapely legs outstretched for the kisses. I gazed lustfully at one of the prettiest and most alluring pussies I ever saw. Profusely covered with silky blond hair, it stood out plump and impudent. Tessie had what might be termed a real hard-on, for the outer lips were hard and horny and her clitty stuck out its red nose stiffly. I noted the delectable and sweet scented and savory condition of her private parts. Holding the soft cheeks of her fat bottom apart I gazed fondly at all her beauties when she anxiously wound her fat legs around my neck and exclaimed, "My God, what a lover you are!"
I now buried my nose in her slit and worked my tongue deep in, she bit her lips and exclaimed with a deep moan, "Suck me."
I then gave her the same tonguing I had just given Madge, but I fairly ate the mellow, meaty interior with lively tongue thrusts.
I gathered all the ripe parts of her cunnie into my mouth and sucked like mad, with my tongue rubbing her stiffened clitty. Tessie was trembling and quivering all over. "Wow! Oh! Ouch!" she cried. Her cry aroused Margery from her languor, and she came smiling to the side of the table.
"Oh, Madge," she cried, "he's sucking the life out of me-oo-oo-Oh, how I'm spending!"
"Isn't it great?" asked Madge, patting Tes-sie's titties and pinching the little stiff nipples.
"Oh, it's heavenly," replied Tessie as she died away in another swoon of voluptuous ecstasy. I jumped up then with a terrible hard-on that was actually painful. It was forbidding in appearance. Tessie had never seen nor dreamed of a penis like it before. Handsome it was, to say the least, with its splendid appendages like ripe fruit bursting with a wealth of rich juices.
Tessie's eyes, lauguorous with sensual aftereffects of a copious spend, looked with fear and, trembling as I stood beside her. In a voice trembling with apprehension, she said, "Let-let me feel it, Harry, it's awful."
I stepped closer to her, she felt the awful thing from the balls to the tip of the turgid knob as if testing and measuring its size and power. I took it in my hand and moved the knob around her neck, under her chin and ears.
"Oh, you beauty," she murmured. "Now I'm ready-Oh Harry, be careful, won't you?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Then broil me and do it good. I'm hot as a blister." and to Madge she said, "Don't leave me, Madge, and give me a handerchief."
I took a pretty leg under each arm and Madge stood by to assist. She pulled the inflamed, fat lips apart revealing its red meaty interior and puckering orifice from which oozed traces of her recent spending. I moved my tool up and down and rubbed the quivering inflamed clitty.
"Oh, God! That's exciting," she cried out suddenly. "Put it in quick."
I placed the almost bursting knob at the entrance and pushed. She gasped and stuffed the handkerchief into her mouth to smother a cry of pain. With the head just inside. I waited for her to get accustomed to the stretching. The nipping stricture was maddening to me. Tessie relieved her mouth long enough to say, "All of it Harry-I-want it all!" Replacing the wad of handkerchief in her mouth, she grabbed Margery. I braced myself and clutching the girl's squirming hips, I crammed my penis into the tight hot depths till it was completely sheathed. How she did squirm and writhe. I hollered myself with sensuous delight, exclaiming, "Oh,-Tessie-what a perfect cunt you have."
Her pain had subsided, she removed the cloth from her mouth, her crimson lips parted in a smile of joy. Margery bit and sucked the stiff red nipples whilst I tickled her navel. "What a pretty belly. What pretty legs. You two girls are the peachiest chickens to fuck that I ever knew," I whispered as I moved my straining spear out and in, producing a fury of erotic thrills to us both. Tessie could not prolong the delightful indulgence long enough.
"Gee," she gasped, "I wish that it could last all night."
Once her tongue was loosened she became obscene as her erotism increased. I was getting a royal feast of voluptuous sensations. The climax was approaching us both. Tessie's curly blonde head rolled from side to side-she clawed at her stomach and her milky, panting bubbies as they rose and fell faster and faster with her quickened breath. I put my most masterful strokes to the frenzied girl with agonizing thrills.
She hollered in smothered gusts, "Oh, God!" I'm coming!" Her arms dropped to her side. "Somebody kiss me! Hold me! I'm dying! Oh-oo-oo," Margery giggled. I grabbed the exploding girl in my arms, crushed a soft tittie in each hand and smothered her gasping cries with a tonguing kiss. She sucked the tongue almost out of me.
"There, you hot little cunt, take my sap, it's-good for you," I said as I poured hot streams of delicious juice into the trembling girl, the jets piercing her like needles and bringing a secondary spend in which Tessie's eyes rolled in erotic delirium. I laid her gently back and completed my own double spend in a blinding orgasm which shook me to my toes.
"Heavens," cried Margery, "you've got me so hot I can scarcely wait for another piece." Tessie wiggled off the table and staggered as if drunk to the bed, where she laid in a half faint from the effect of the frenzied orgy.
I quickly got a bottle of brandy. We all had a stiff drink and prepared to go out. After Tessie had had two drinks she was as lively as a cricket and ready for a frolic. Like a contortionist she writhed and displayed her enticing charms to excite the lewdest passions. Her sensual nature was thoroughly fired after getting a generous taste of my powers and my skillfully manipulated tool. She was wanton to the core. Before I had completed my toilet, Tessie kissed my penis. Being now soft and normal she drew it into her mouth and cuddled it with her tongue. "Gee," she exclaimed, "I'd like to suck you off." We were all hotter than blisters and ready for anything. We left the house unseen and were soon in the room I had engaged for the night. I ordered highballs begot with plently of ginger. Both girls stripped, and jumping onto the table, they did a most exciting and lewd dance. Tessie was more agile than Madge, but Madge's movements were far more suggestive and vuluptuous.
They had often practiced together when under the influence of lecherous desire to indulge their wanton passion and to induce a spend would press their pussies together and rub and twist with their titties crushed together till a frenzied orgasm would reward their efforts. I watched the lascivious performance till I was so hot my turgid gun was standing cocky and purple and almost ready to go off. I grabbed both girls and fell with them in the bed. I was about to mount Tessie, when she cried out, "Hold on Harry, I'm hot, too hot for an old-fashioned fuck. I want a Hoochie Cootchie diddle."
"How's that?" I asked.
She directed me to lie across two chairs with my head on the bed and my knees hanging over the edge of the farthest chair while, Madge was to straddle my head and press her cunnie to my mouth. This was a new trick but I liked the idea and at once arranged for it. I first drew both girls to the edge of the bed, with their plump bottoms on the edge, with their legs wide apart and knees drawn up.
The quivering swollen cunnies were then gaping open, the orifice of each pouting for something stiff. I took a highball, and holding Margie's little hole well open, I poured into it a goodly portion and then held the lips together so it wouldn't spill to let it soak in and heat up the tight little box. Dropping to my knees I deftly placed my mouth to the lips and sucked out the warmed up liquor. She screamed and wiggled her fat bottom. She was consumed with longing. I gave Tessie the same treat and when I had sucked out the last drops she writhed and screamed.
"My God, that was brutal. I was hot enough without that. Hurry up and get on the chairs and I'll screw the balls off you while you lap Margie." I got awfully randy as Tessie took her position, while I lay as she directed with my erect penis standing straight and rigid ready to burst. Tessie cuddled it in her soft bubbies and kissed it again with thrusts of her tongue in the little orifice.
I felt as if I were going to spend right then, but she was an alert little bitch and stopped titillating me at the very moment when it felt as if another touch would bring me off. Meanwhile, I was sucking avidly on Madge's cunt, which she thrust lustfully up against my lips. I was in a fucker's heaven, being worked over by two of the loveliest little fuckstresses I'd ever encountered.
Finally, the lapping of my tongue against her clitoris caused Madge to scream with pleasure and clamp her thighs against my head with such force that I was in danger of losing consciousness. At the same moment, Tessie ceased her oral stimulation of my more-than-rampant prick and impaled herself on the joy-stick by mounting me as one would a horse. She bounced up and down on it, taking it fully within her cunt, and in only a moment or two more, the three of us drowned in a glorious spend. Madge's pearly juices running copiously down over my lips and chin as I sucked avidly, trying to get every drop. At the same moment, my spunk shot deep into Tessie's cunt, mingling with her oWn spend.
Then we all collapsed weakly, unable to move. We finally had strength enough to get on the bed, where we all fell into a deep and dreamless sleep immediately.
The next morning, Madge awoke before the rest of us. She began by looking at my prick, and then, curiously to lift it, so she could see it from all sides and angles. As she examined it she got more eager for it. I was asleep as was Tessie. Madge, in her state of erotic feelings, began working her fingers in her moist slit, but was so passionate and eager for another piece, she knew that she had first to get it stiff. Following descriptions she had read, of a way to get a man's penis to stand, Madge hung over me and lifted my seemingly dead penis into her mouth with her tongue after tickling the wrinkled balls. When she got half of the soft mass into her mouth she slipped her tongue around and around the head as she gently chewed the soft root. I stirred, woke up and not thinking which of my partners was at me, clutched Tessie and kissed her, feeling and moulding her titties now firm after a rest. She, too, awoke.
"Oh, Harry, do you want me again so soon?" I then perceived that it was Madge who was eating it up.
"Look Tess," I said. "Madge wants it. Poor girl, she's hungry." When Tessie saw Madge fairly eating and frantically chewing the mouthful, she rolled the splendid reservoir of sap in her soft hand. "That's right, Madge," she said. "That'll make it come up if you want a piece. I'm ready for one myself." Tess tickled me, sucked my hard nipples and between the two amorous girls, I began to get stiff. My penis got too big for Margery's mouth. Letting it languidly out, she said:
"I do want a piece. I'm hot from my toes to my hair."
I handled both quivering cunnies, sticking a finger into each. This would always make me hot. My tool swelled and stiffened to grand proportions, till I had one of my characteristic morning hard-ons.
"Give it to Madge first," cried Tess. "She found it first." I got on top of the plump, passionate girl and gave her the liveliest, hottest fuck I ever put to a girl, till she groaned and screamed in ecstatic satisfying orgasm. I finished her off and left my rigid tool in her till she swooned off in a sensuous die-away, having restrained my own desire to spend.
I preferred my morning feast between Tessie's soft, shapely legs in her tight excitable little box. I wanted to feel Tessie's long lithe limbs wind about me and once more experience the ecstatic spend by her wiggling bottom and toe-curling sucking cunnie.
"Heavens, you're bigger than ever," she exclaimed. "It's just grand. Oh, Gee, how lovely, umm." She groaned with each straining thrust and throb. Tessie twined her pretty legs around me and thus braced, she not only met my thrusts with effective bucking up motions but could wiggle and twist with a screwing motion that thrilled me with lustful zeal.
Her cries and shuddering frame told of the delightful spends she was having. When I could no longer restrain myself to prolong the voluptuous feast I gathered the trembling plump form of Tessie in my arms and gazing down in her misty rolling eyes, groaned out:
"Oh, Tessie-there-it-comes-Oh, God! How exquisite!"
Our delicious die-away was ravishing after I shot a long charge of creamy spend into the hungry depths of Tessie's cunnie.
She quickly jumped off the bed and let the stuff escape in a morning pee. Returning to the bed we all had a nap. At six o'clock we all arose and went our way.
Tessie remarked, "Oh, Harry, I never had such a treat in all my life. Madge picked a star performer when she picked you."
* * *
CLAUDIA
It was a beautiful afternoon in the year 57 A.D. when on the road from Fandi to Rome, a caravan composed of four carts drawn by oxen neared the latter city. Alongside the oxen went several Nubian slaves, who from time to time used long whips to exhort the animals to increase their speed.
Seated on the first cart was the owner of the caravan, a merchant named Ruf was accompained by his eighteen year old son Manlius, whom he had inituated into the mysteries of his trade, commencing about a year ago. He traded principally in ambergris and cloves, which they hoped to sell as usual at a great profit.
The sun was burning hot, and the men and animals were exhausted under its fierce rays.
Repeatedly Rufus had expressed his anger at the slowness of their progress. Presently far away on the horizon a wood of fir trees bordering the road appeared to their eyes.
With a humble bow, the head man of the slaves approached his master and crossing his arms over his chest said: "Oh, Lord, we are all of us utterly exhausted; pray permit us to rest."
"May Hades engulf you all, you lazy scoundrels," Rufus angrily retorted, "we must get to Rome this very day."
"We shall be able to do that, oh Lord even if thou were to allow us a short rest," was the slave's answer. "Grant us an hour and thou shall see us proceed with new vigor."
"A short rest would sure be advisable, Father," now interjected Manlius. "Otherwise one of our oxen or slaves may break down and that would be a bad omen for the success of our business in Rome."
Such a possibility did not fail to impress old Rufus, and with great reluctance he grunted, "Well, let it be, but make haste and get to the woods, so we may the sooner be on the road."
When the slave communicated with his companions they broke the animals into a slow trot, so the shade of the woods was soon reached.
The oxen spread themselves in the cool shade while the slaves went to look for water. When, however, they were away sometime, Rufus afraid they might attempt to escape, sent Manlius to look for them.
He glided noiselessly through the verdant grove so as not to betray his presence to them prematurely in case they were really trying to escape.
Suddenly he stopped, scarcely able to suppress an exclamation of surprise, a very strange picture before his eyes.
In a small clearing a girl of about sixteen was lying in a profound sleep, her blue black head resting on a mossy rock.
Her only covering, a white tunic, was disarranged in places so that her beautifully rosy rounded breasts, as well as her symmetric legs could be plainly seen; a view that greatly excited Manlius. Neither was he the only one whom it excited for in a semi-circle round the sleeping beauty stood the four Nubian slaves, with their rolling eyes ardently directed upon her, while their feverish hands were busily engaged in giving relief to their sensuous feelings by jacking off.
Without a pause Manlius jumped with a mighty leap into the center of the scene; the blacks seized with a sudden fright started back and almost simultaneously discharged their seminal fluid in wide arches upon the thighs of the sleeping girl, who would no doubt have been awakened by the wet impact, if that had not already been accomplished by the loud words of vituperation addressed by Manlius to the slaves.
"So this is how you do your work you black scoundrels; you are not too tired to pull your pricks. Quick to the carts or I'll flay you alive!"
While the Nubians were running away, the scared girl sat up on the ground and stared with frightened eyes upon the young Roman who had thus brusquely disturbed her rest.
"What is thy name maiden, and what business did bring you into this woods?" asked Manlius of the trembling girl, sitting down by her side.
"My name is Claudia and I am on my way to Rome," replied the girl, looking away with a blush.
"And entirely by yourself?" he continued. "Alas, I have been living with my mother, until now at Fandi, but last week she died and on her death bed she asked me to find a distant relative that would care for me."
"Poor maiden," Manlius said, drawing closer to her side. "Won't you proceed for the rest of your journey in the company of my father and myself, for how easy it would be for you, if you were alone in the neighborhood of this great city to get into some grave danger."
"Oh, as it is, I am terribly afraid," Claudia sighed.
"Well, you see, I am right" Manlius replied, putting his arm around the trembling girl. "But under my protection nobody shall harm you. I will watch over you as the most precious thing in my possession, for you are very lovely and beautiful to look upon, like Venus herself. Trust unto me, and as a token that you are willing to follow me give me a kiss with your cherry lips."
"No, no, I am beginning to be afraid of you too," Claudia resisted. But the young man did not mind her strugglings. With strong arms he drew her to his breast and covered her budding mouth with ardent kisses.
"Leave me alone," Claudia stammered, but her resistance grew weaker, and it was only when Manlius with a bold movement put his hand between her legs and touched her virgin nymph, that she wildly reared, while the deep red of shame covered her lovely face.
"Infamous fellow that you are," she breathlessly panted. "Is that the protection you promised to give me?"
"Oh, you little hussy, it is against others that I promised you protection, but you must give yourself to me. It is not for nothing that the Gods made you so lovely and sweet."
And so saying, Manlius bent her body far back with one hand, while with the other he bared her abdomen until it was visible to his hungry eyes as far as the navel. At the same time he tried to kneel down between her legs so as to reach his goal as soon as possible. His stiff member stared out under his toga and was obviously waiting for the moment it could penetrate the tender nymph before it.
With a wild desire Manlius used his knees to press apart the straight, naked legs of the girl who was by this time nearly fainting. Already he had opened them, and with his member in his hand, he tried to bring it into her virgin vagina. One moment more, and despite her desperate struggles, Claudia would have succumbed, when suddenly Manlius, who in his tremendous sexual excitement was not conscious of any one else except the task before him, was torn back by the shoulders and his fathers voice sounded strangely in his ears, "Will you leave that girl alone!"
With furious indignation Manlius turned upon his father, he growled, "Why do you interfere, that girl is mine."
"We shall see about that later on. For the present, leave her alone. Ah, she is already helping herself," he interrupted with a laugh when he saw how Claudia, profiting by the momentary inactivity of her tormentor, jumped up and with a deep blush began to arrange her dress.
But when she seized a small bundle that she had deposited near the mossy bank on which she rested, and tried to hasten away, the old man barred her with an energetic command. "Stop, my girl."
Trembling, the girl stopped looking at the old man with an anxious, inquiring look in her eyes.
"Oh, please let me go," she pleaded. "What are you going to do with a poor girl like me?"
"Yes, Father, what are you going to do with Claudia?"
"I am going to tell you, my curious children," he replied with a sneer. "The matter is very simple. I know a man in Rome who is very fond of beautiful little girls like you."
"You are going to sell her?" asked Manlius.
"What else?"
"I am lost!" cried Claudia frightfully. "I won't allow that," Manlius threatened revolt.
"Won't you now," sneered Rufus. "The young boy won't allow it! Well, my boy, your objections will be of no use; might is on my side, quite apart from my parental authority, which I trust you will be kind enough to respect."
Manlius well knew this sneering and sarcastic tone of his father, whenever the old man adopted it he was not very far from breaking out in one of those terrible outbursts of anger that made him a terror to all around him.
He resolved therefore to give way to the old man now, at least in appearance. Perhaps he thought an opportunity might occur later to get hold of the young girl who had thoroughly inflamed his amatory proclivities. "All right, my father, I will obey."
"There now, my son," grinned old Rufus, "that's how I like you, and as a reward, I shall let you have part of the price I shall be paid for the girl. With the money you will be able to buy the best of the alluring beauties of Rome that ply the trade there. And now my little darling," he said to the girl, "follow me. We must start at once."
"Oh, have pity on me," she sobbed bitterly.
"That is just what I am doing, and by taking you with me I am proving it. Believe me, it is only for your own good. Today you are still a poor despised creature apt to fall a victim to the first tramp who comes along, and if that should happen your virginity would be squandered to no purpose. Not one dinarius would you profit by it. But through my agency you will tomorrow be a celebrated and adored being, able if you manage it well, to rule by a look in your eyes, the greatest nobleman at the court of Caeser. The finest clothes in the world will cover your body, numbers of slaves will be obedient to your orders. In short, if you know how to behave, your fortune will be made, and mine too, for Caius Sempromius is not a miser with his sesterces when something is offered him that is really worth having. Therefore do not delay any longer. Time is precious.
"Give me my liberty, that is all I ask," the girl implored. "It would break my heart if you delivered me to that debauched old rake whose misdeeds are known throughout the Empire."
"Nonsnse, when you have received his caresses more you will talk in a different way and be grateful to me. Now let us be off to the carts," and thus speaking, he seized the crying girl by the hand and dragged her along with him. Manlius followed in mute despair.
The next day Rufus was impatiently awaiting the visit of his patron, Caius Sempronius, who he had already informed of the capture of Claudia.
He had put up with his men at a common inn where Claudia had been lodged in a separate room with grated windows.
After hours of crying and making useless attempts to break the fetters into which she had been put in order to prevent her flight, she had sunk upon the couch wholly apathetic and bereft of all will power.
Thus she was found by Sempronius, when he arrived about noon and entered the prison accompanied by the bowing Rufus.
He was a dried up little fellow with a repulsive exterior. His yellowish face was creased by innumerable furrows and gave unmistakable testimony of the vicious life he led.
With a lewd leer he asked the motionless girl to rise.
When however, Claudia did not heed his request, Rufus intervened, asking her at first, to be obedient, but when that failed, he seized her by the shoulders and dragged her up.
With a strong hand he tore her gown asunder, so that she stood stark naked before the lewd eyes of the two men.
At this terrible moment, however, she recovered all her energy and having convinced herself by quickly looking around that there was no means at her disposal with which to cover her nudity, she went down on her knees before Sempronius, and with folded hands implored him with the utmost despair to spare her.
The effect of her prayer however was exactly the opposite to which she had expected.
The old rake had been extraordinarily excited by the sight of the girl's virgin form. The un-definable fragrancy exhaled from her beautiful body writhing at his feet intoxicated him, and for the first time in years he felt his shrunken member rise of its own accord without artifical incentives.
He bent down to raise up the wailing girl, but she resisted him with the strength of despair.
"But I must see if she is still a virgin," he said to Rufus, "and as soon as I have been able to convince myself of that, I will be ready to pay you the six hundred you ask."
That was sufficient and Rufus clapped his hands. Immediately two of the slaves, who had waited outside, entered the room. They were instructed with a few brief words, whereupon they seized Claudia, who was beating and scratching them like mad, and placing her on the couch, dragged it close to the window.
Caius and Rufus followed, and while one of the Nubians held her down, the other opened her thighs and exposed her cunt so that her purple private parts became visible in the form of a narrow slit.
Sempronius, the color of whose face had, owing to his growing excitement, became almost purple, bent over the stomach of the girl, who by this time had fainted away.
He pressed the tender lines asunder and looked into the interior of the lovely shell. Not satisfied with that, he bored his finger into the vagina and had the pleasure of convincing himself that the hymen was still intact. He felt sorely tempted, in spite of the presence of the others, to deflower her at once, but on second thought, he reflected that it would scarcely be a real enjoyment while she was unconscious and half dead.
No, he would not do that because he wanted her to be fully conscious at the moment when he would be boring his prick into her vagina. He was going to enjoy her to the most complete fullness.
First, the girl's pains and convulsive terrors caused by her defloweration and following upon the volutuous clinging pressure of her limbs against his own would mean preparing for new delights of his worn out passions.
With a quiet resolve he threw the bowing Rufus a purse with the price he agreed to pay, then he covered her intoxicating nudity with a mantle and ordered the slaves to carry the still-unconscious girl to his closed sedan chair, which was waiting outside, and transport her to his palace.
A strong unusual perfume recalled Claudia to her senses. At first her mind was a blank and she was unable to remember what had happened. Amazed she looked over the lofty luxuriously furnished room in which she found herself resting on a couch.
At last her looks were arrested by three female slaves who were assiduously attending her.
"Be pleased to rise, my lady," said one of them, tenderly supporting her shoulders to assist her in rising.
"Where am I?" gasped the girl, unable to gather her thoughts.
"In the house of Caius Sempronius," the slave replied, and upon hearing that name, the consciousness broke like lightning through the darkness of her mind. With a loud cry of terror, she sprang to her feet without any assistance and tried to rush from the room, unmindful of the fact that her body-was entirely uncovered. The slaves, however, with a soft tenderness, clasped her arms, saying, "Your attempts are all in vain. Without the permission of our lord, nobody can succeed in leaving this house. Blind obedience is all that is left to those who enter here against their will."
"Then I am irredeemably lost, to be sacrificed to the lust of that dissolute old rake," Claudia exclaimed in despair. "He will fuck me and ruin me with that wilted ugly prick of his."
"Shh," whispered the slave. "The very walls have ears in this house, and it would not be the first time that the lions of the arena have received their food from here."
Claudia trembled in fright, and her feet that had already been raised in her effort to escape, sank heavily to the floor.
"Nothing but unconditional obedience can save you," the slave continued in a whisper, "and should it really be so difficult for you to give in, you will find in spite of that it will avail you nothing and it will be more to your advantage to surrender with the best grace possible."
"A brilliant destiny is awaiting you, for Caius Sempronius' infatuation for you is bordering on the insane, and if you know how to enchain his affections permanently, you need have no fear concerning the future."
"Our orders for the present are to adorn you for the symposium to be held in your honor in an hour's time. Do not resist any longer, for our time is short, and Caius Sempronius does not like to wait."
So saying, she conducted, assisted by her companions, their new mistress, who, frightened by the mental picture of the blood-soaked arena, had given up all thoughts of resistance, to the adjoining bathroom, where the three slaves at once began to prepare everything for her toilette.
They at once took off their own clothing, so that in a few seconds they were all in a state of nudity, three beautiful, youthful figures well worthy to serve as models for an inspired artist. They then attended Claudia down the marble steps to the bath, which was filled with deliciously perfumed water. There they washed Claudia's rosy body with soft sponges and reconducted her out of the vaporium to a couch covered with bear skins, where they subjected her to delicious soft massage, their hands roaming even within the slit of her cunt, fondling and feeling her in a way that told her they took their lustful pleasures from each other.
Claudia derived immense benefit from that treatment, and with a sensation as if she had been transported into dreamland, completely abandoned herself to the kneading and stroking fingers of the slaves. She treasured the soft caresses on her clitoris, causing it to stand hard and firm as her passion, unbidden, arose.
When, after having been handled in that manner for about half an hour, she stepped before a high mirror made of pure and brightly polished silver and looked at herself, she almost filled with a feeling of fright at her own image, so great was the beauty of it.
Her long black hair had, according to the fashions of the time, been dressed into a high fabric on the top of her head, interwoven with fragrant roses. The pallor of her cheeks had been changed by means of a delicious paint into a rosy tint. Her eyebrows had been placed in charming relief by a few touches of black and an almost imperceptible shade of the same color on the lower eyelids gave a wonderfully tender expression to her brilliant eyes.
A tunic as white as mow, covered her slender limbs, leaving naked her neck, a large part of her breasts, and her finely chiseled arms.
Round her waist the tunic was held together by a golden belt with which it fell in graceful folds, and on each side it was open so that each step she took, her slender but full and symmetric legs became visible to her thighs, capable of delighting the most burned-out lecher in the world to transports of lust.
Gold embroidered sandals with purple straps completed a toilet such as was used at that time by the nobles of Rome.
With unfeigned delight the slaves contemplated the results of their work, congratulating Claudia on having so much beauty and imploring her not to withdraw her favor from them when she would rule the house as its mistress.
They had scarcely finished dressing her when a Negro eunuch appeared and requested her to follow him.
With tearful eyes Claudia took leave of the slaves who had been so friendly, and followed her guide with a loudly beating heart and wavering steps. Her cunt constricted as she faced the thought of being fucked by her new master.
Through a series of luxuriously furnished apartments and winding passages Claudia walked, following the eunuch until he arrived before an iron gate, and withdrawing a curtain, he invited her with a low gesture to enter.
A glaring light blinded Claudia's eyes, and she needed some time before she was able to recognize her surroundings.
She found herself in a lofty hall, the ceilings and walls of which were covered with magnificent paintings. In the corner were miniature shrubberies of laurel and olive; gold embroidered curtains covered all doors and window openings and, on one side of a raised pedestal, stood a beautifully decorated dining table.
At the side of this table, which was nearest the wall, Caius Sempronious had already made himself comfortable, and with an amatory smile he invited Claudia with a sign of his hand to come to him. Apart from a few blacks there was no one present.
Obedient to the wishes of the man who was to be her lord and master, she advanced and on another invitation with his hand sank down on the couch by his side.
At that moment there sounded from behind a large curtain a subdued sound of female voices in song, accompanied by flutes, the lovely melody of which floated soothingly to her ears and to a certain degree made her lose her feelings of fear.
Caius ordered two golden goblets to be filled with fiery wine from Cyprus and with another inviting gesture drank to Claudia's health.
Claudia hesitated to respond, but when Caius ordered her to do so she obeyed, and like a glowing stream of fire, the noble juice ran down her throat. She, being unused to drink, felt its exhilarating influence all the more.
Caius noticed with pleasure the effect of the wine on the girl and drank to her again.
Simultaneously the singing became louder and quicker and changed into erotic words that made Claudia blush. Immediately her dreamy condition changed and with indignation she jumped from the couch, but the bony hand of Caius forced her back again.
"Softly, softly, little one. Are you blushing already now? I wonder what you will do later on when....but we shall see all that in proper time; there now, drink again, my darling." And so saying he drew her on to his lap, turned back and almost forcibly poured the remaining contents of the goblet into her mouth so that she was compelled to swallow the liquid, if she wished to avoid choking.
For a moment she seemed to see all the colors of the rainbow and all the stars of the universe, but all at once she became animated by unusual courage, and of her own initiative glided from his lap, remaining, however, seated close to him.
With glittering eyes she sat there and gazed at the remarkable scene that was being enacted before her just at that moment.
From behind the curtain an enchantingly beautiful female appeared dancing and wafted herself into the room, keeping time with the quick music.
Her only clothing consisted of a white and gold embroidered muslin fabric through which the magnificent limbs of the dancer, a Circassian slave, could be fully seen in their shining whiteness.
One could see the voluptuous breasts with their rosy teats tremble under the movements caused by the dance, as well as the lovely arch of the stomach below which from the navel downward, the dark curly cunt hair of the nymph was plainly visible. The hair was lost to sight between her fine thighs, which combined with the finely designed calves, represented the most charming view a connoisseur of female beauty might wish to enjoy.
Quicker grew the measure of the music and more sensuous and expressive the movements of the dancer.
She rocked with wonderful agility on her hips, thrust out her rounded stomach while at the same time longingly extending her arms as if calling to a distant lover and then imitating with her firm full posterior the movements made by a man in the sexual act.
"Well, little one, how do you like that dance?"
Woman-like, she remained silent under such a condition evidently, like all women, thinking it possible to deceive her companion. Futile wish.
Only-the vehement heaving of her bosom gave witness to her steadily increasing excitement, as within her cunt the pearly love-juices began to flow.
"Drink, my darling," Caius said. Drink that will make you merry and strong."
Semi-consciously Claudia took another deep draught without turning her eyes from the erotic dancer.
Presently Caius clapped his hands and, obedient to this sign, eleven other girls, clothed, or rather unclothed like the first, danced into the dining room, so that there were altogether twelve nymphs united enchantingly in one bacchantic group, which for some seconds turned into a mad whirl on its own axis, a chaos of closely entangled, half-naked female bodies and limbs.
All at once as if by word of command, this living skein disentangled itself and the dancers flew in pairs through the halls, imitating the woman's billing and cooing with her beloved one.
Then they coyly separated like pouting lovers, only to meet again with voluptuous gestures and to exchange ardent kisses.
Then, Caius clapped his hands again and with long graceful bounds, twelve entirely naked young men rushed into the circle of dancers. In less than a moment's time each had seized one of the girls and with furious rapidity finished the mad dance.
Their sexual members were swollen and were in a fulsome state, and, suddenly when the music changed into a fantastically erotic hymn, the twelve men threw their partners to the floor and tore off their muslin garments.
A little touching and feeling of the girl followed and the next moment the extraordinary spectacle of twelve absolutely naked couples strenuously fucking was witnessed.
At that moment a cry of anguish rent the air but ceased almost at once.
The reason was that Caius had thrown himself with the fury of a beast upon Claudia, and after depriving her of her tunic with a single jerk, rammed his stiff member with a mighty thrust into the vagina of the naked, virginal girl.
And while on the floor of the great hall, twelve couples luxuriated into the maddest sexual lust-twenty-four human bodies rocking up and down at full speed, Sempronius poked without ceasing into the convulsive, trembling womb of the latest victim of his lust.
With bloodshot eyes he contemplated the horrified features of Claudia, who thrown out of dreamland with a sudden jerk, was now suffering the pangs of defloration.
Her tender vagina was distended almost to the point of breaking asunder by the extraordinary strong member of the old rake.
Blood now covered the upper part of her white legs and with loud groans she writhed under the unceasing pokes of her lord and master until at last the seminal discharge on his part took place and he collapsed on her abdomen, panting and exhausted, his member still embedded in her vagina. Then all became dark before her, and she fainted quietly away.
When Caius had somewhat recovered from the efforts that she had just terminated in his defloration, he rose from the body of the girl who was still lying unconscious and motionless. Upon his command the three female slaves s who had previously attended her appeared on the scene and took loving care of her.
One of them having separated Claudia's legs, while the second cleansed her torn and bleeding vagina with fragrant liquid that contained lemon juice, so that the wounds were contracted as well as cleansed.
With Caius a similar process was performed. A slave carefully washed his member that was covered with blood and semen. She then rubbed and dried it and finished the treatment by spreading a fragrant ointment over it.
Claudia soon regained her senses under the gentle treatment of the slaves and covered her face with her hands when she saw herself completely nude with wide open legs. Her second look fell upon the blood stained linen.
"Be wise," whispered the leader of the slaves in her ear. "I have an intimate knowledge of Caius and I gather from his looks that he is satisfied with success. Take therefore this opportunity of permanently acquiring his favor. Nothing will bring back the virginity you have just lost, and since you are compelled to proceed further on the way you have taken, be at least wise enough to do it with a view to future power."
With her hands still pressed against her face Claudia had whispered in answer; but when the slave had finished she let her hands fall and her expression showed an entirely different look.
Her eyes were glittering with an uncanny fire, her small coral lips were boldly contracted and her round breasts rose in a determined self conscious manner.
"You are right," she replied. "Let the dead past bury it's dead, but the future shall be mine.
I thank you for your advice. What is your name?"
"Nerina, my lady."
"Well, I shall not forget you, Nerina, you may rest assured of that. If I only have the power I now yearn for."
And Claudia really obtained a complete, power over the old rake, whose amatory proclivities she learned how to grasp and keep in constant excitement by her strategem. With a single turn, the innocent maiden had become converted into a Phryne of the first order.
What her own inventive powers did not teach her, was imparted to her by Nerina, who had been advanced to the position of her confidential friend. These two women ruled not only Caius but the whole of his property as well, which was one of the richest in the Roman Empire.
Claudia had found pleasure in the enjoyment of sexual love, and apart from a morbid ambition to rule if possible the whole world, all of her thoughts were centered upon satisfying her sensual cravings.
The sort of love that an old man like Caius, who resembled an old monkey, could give her was not sufficient to satisfy the desires of she who in a comparatively short time had grown into a voluptuous woman, but it certainly filled her with disgust.
Claudia required live, youthful, hotly pulsating life, and limbs swelling with strength. Being unable to find all that with her lord and master-although her master only in name-and finding no longer complete satisfaction in the Lesbian love that she had often practiced with Nerina, she was looking about for a man that could give her love craving body the desired enjoyment.
Nor was there any need to look for long. Before her mind's eye there was constantly the strong lusty figure of Manlius at the time when he was going to ram his vastly swollen member into her vagina.
At that time she was frightened and disgusted at the sight of it, but now she often recalled it to her memory when on sleepless nights she was rolling her naked body to and fro in nameless desire on her elastic couch and in unsatisfied sexual cravings pinched her own breasts in order to still her hopeless feelings.
For they were hopeless insofar as Nerina was concerned, for she had commissioned her to bring about the object of her desire, and Nerina had returned with the information that he was absent with his father on one of his usual business journeys.
Nevertheless it was ordained by fate that her wish should be fulfilled before long.
One day Nerina rushed into the room and informed her that she had just seen Manlius in the forum.
"Seen him," Claudia screamed leaping from the couch.
"And I have spoken to him," Nerina added completing her report. "I told him that I was the confidential servant of a highly placed lady who was filled with an irrepresible desire to see him. He was surprised and pleased and wanted to know further details, but I avoided the issue until tomorrow, being of course obliged to report to you."
"Oh, you fool; how dare you let me starve for love? You ought to have brought him with you. Haven't you been a witness often enough to my love frenzy? Didn't you listen every day to the outpourings of my voluptuous heart? Didn't you listen when almost beside myself I stammered his name when our naked bodies, yours and mine, frantically embraced each other in the enjoyment of Lesbian love? Oh, Nerina, you have indeed served me badly this time."
She wildly tore her tunic from her body and clasping her breasts in a claw-like grip, fell to the floor, overwhelmed by her terrible disappointment.
"Poor lady, do you suffer so much? If I had but known I would have brought him tonight. But whatever there is in my power to relieve your excitement, it shall be done."
She took off her clothes and lying down naked by the side of her mistress, who was writhing on the ground in furious transports of lust, began to caress her stomach and hips with long sucking kisses, until Claudia started rocking to and fro. She then knelt over her mistress' body in such manner that her head was able to penetrate the other's wide open thighs, while her own vagina was directly over Claudia's mouth.
Then she began with her soft pointed tongue to lick the lips of Claudia's nymph then plunged the elastic tongue into the vibrating slit.
Claudia moaned and moved her ass with such force that Nerina had to hold her down with the whole of her strength. At the same time she felt her own slit being explored and a tongue stuck in it with furious lust as deeply as possible so that her clitoris began to tremble with excited delirium.
The excitement of the two women was ter-riffic. Their panting breaths became heavier and their posteriors moved with increasing rapidity. Choking sighs, mixed with stammered and sobbed moans of lust and when at last as if by word of command they both bored their fingers into each other, they both uttered a piercing shout of delight indicating that their climax had arrived.
Gliding from each other they remained for some time on the floor, enjoying at leisure the after-effects of their pleasurable performance.
"Oh, my lady, was it not beautiful?"
"It certainly was, but a thousand times more beautiful would it have been if instead of your tongue, deft though it be, the strong tool of Manlius had satisfied my cravings. But tell me, Nerina, what do you think of him? Do you think he has staying power. Because if I choose to give myself up to him I wish it to be worth my while. I do not care for enjoyment myself only once or twice. I wish to have it often, very often, many, many times."
"Well, to judge from his looks, he ought to be a man after your very heart's desire. If it were not contrary to the respect I owe you, I would even envy your prospects of amatory delight. I think he will be strong enough for you. It is true of course I have not seen his little roger."
"I have, at the time he tried to violate me in the wood. I saw it in all it's might and strength-a rosy, powerful piece of flesh. Oh, the thought of having that thing between my legs and into my womb. It makes me mad with desire. Oh, Nerina I see it moving up and down, swollen to the bursting point at it's purple head. I see it coming nearer and nearer. I feel it touching my thighs, searching for my cunt, the entrance to my womb. Ah, Nerina, lick-lick-lick!"
With an impetuous movement she held up to her friend her stomach with that insatiable Venus mount of hair.
Nerina soon had her head between her thighs again, trying to ease the trance of frantic sensual lust which had again seized her.
All the next day Claudia moved about in excitement. Several times Nerina had to change her dress without giving her satisfaction. The leaden hours crept slowly for the love-sick women.
At last night approached over Rome and when the hour drew near she was fully dressed and adorned for the fray.
A waving tunic of blue, embroidered with gold, covered her graceful body down to the jeweled sandals. At the sides the tunic was divided up the thigh, allowing the wearer at her discretion to show or hide her legs. A golden belt fastened it around her slender figure; broad armlets of gold adorned the full, naked arm and a diadem of gold ornamented with rare gems glittered on the towering masses of black hair.
At last the heavy curtain was drawn aside and Nerina's smiling face appeared at the opening, casting an inquiring look at her mistress, who waved an inviting hand. She vanished and the tall figure of Manlius entered the room with the uncertain steps of a man who was unused to the environment in which he so suddenly found himself.
His eyes fell at once upon Claudia, standing motionless in the middle of the floor and at his approach she had thrown a veil over her face.
Intoxicated with joy, he looked at the magnificent figure while a presentment of the amatory delights before him thrilled his whole body and made his member rise from the root.
The sensuous perfume almost suffocated his senses and as if in a dream he whispered.
"Are you a goddess who hath sent for me in order to allow me to have a look into the fields of Olympus?"
At the sound of his voice a voluptuous thrill like a galvanic current raced through Claudia's body and in a sweet voice she replied, "Oh, no, I am made of flesh and blood as you are. Hot and impetuously the blood flows through my veins, and my flesh is yearning for intimate contact with yours."
"What! Do I hear aright! Do not my ears deceive me, and is all that I see one of those fantastic mirages so frequently seen by our legions in far off Africa?"
"Advance and let your touch convince you that I am no chimera bred by your excited senses."
With hesitating steps Manlius came nearer to her and placed his trembling hand on her body.
With unspeakable delight he felt the swelling form through the loose tunic, and with an agitated voice he asked, "And was it to unite your flesh with mine that you sent for me? You do indeed want to fuck me?"
"For no other purpose."
"Then let me see your divine face. Don't hide it any longer behind that envious veil, and let fall your other covering as well, so that my eyes may see the most beautiful figure in the world; for it must be exceedingly beautiful to judge from what I have felt with my living fingers."
"Your will be done."
As if by magic her veil and tunic fell, leaving the shining rosy figure standing stark naked from her head to her sandals.
"Claudia, is it really you?" Manlius said when he could raise his eyes from her body to scrutinize her face.
"Don't you trust your own eyesight? Certainly it is me, who, remembering a certain scene in the woods, has sent for you in order to allow you to complete the work then commenced by you, and it will make me the happiest of all mortals. Are you still hesitating?"
"Hesitating? How can I hesitate after this?
No, by the divine beauty of your limbs, I will now say 'Your will be done,' " and throwing off his togs he stood there in all his manly nakedness and rushed into her arms.
Clinging together so closely their bodies were almost one, their lips united in voluptuous kisses and their tongues kept an incessant movement.
Manlius was digging alternately into her firm breasts and the hemispheres of her behind, whilst his stomach in convulsive movements rubbed against hers and his stiff and mighty member pushed to and fro between her thighs.
Meanwhile Claudia's slender rosy fingers roamed over his testes and both were so excited that a seminal discharge was about due from both of them.
Feeling a crisis was near he raised her leg and tried to push into her trembling vagina, but she lost her balance and they nearly fell lengthwise to the ground.
Flinging her arms around his neck, she whispered, "Come to the couch."
With avidity he wound his arms around her bottom, lifted her to his breast and laid her on the couch.
The two pairs of lips were pressed together in ardent desire and the creaking of the wooden frame became so loud under their violent movements that Nerina, who was behind the curtain, feared it would break down.
"How handsome, how strong you are," whispered Claudia.
"And you, how entrancing, how fiery you are," he replied.
"Never would I have thought after you abandoned me to that wretched old man that I would have the pleasure of holding your divine body in my embrace."
"What could I do? Oh, my beloved one. You do not know my father sufficiently, nor have you any idea of what he is capable when obedience is refused him."
"I can well believe you, and I do not wish to make any reproaches, for after all, it was he who was the founder of my happiness."
"What do you call happiness?"
"To love you and be loved by you."
"You beautiful, sweet girl," Manlius cried covering her lips with hot, fervent kisses, thrilling her whole body with amatory delight.
"Ah, why was it not ordained that this should have come to me sooner-so that I might have been the one to break this flower instead of that old monkey? Why was it that it first had to go through he hands of that slimy old rake before coming to me?"
"Don't complain, let the dead past bury its dead. That flower still contains honey enough to sweeten your love, my dainty bee, with thy wicked sting. Oh, how strong it has become again."
She caressingly placed her hands over his member, still more increasing its stiffness.
"Oh, how hard," and bending down with a sigh, imprinted a kiss on its fiery head, thereby sending a thrilling current through his body. Then she lay back and opened her legs.
Quick as lightning he knelt between them and rammed his love arrow down her vibrating vagina. But he now practiced his work according to all the rules of the art. He performed slowly, sometimes drawing his member half way out of her vagina and only rubbing against the lips, so the duration was doubled.
By and by his bottom began to move faster, and she regulated her movements in accord with their growing excitement.
She raised her legs high into the air and firmly flinging them around his back, responded with full attention and abandonment to his evolutions, till a mighty jet of seminal liquor squirted into the burning interior of her love grotto, fertilizing it in all its parts.
"Oh, my sweet, only one, push once more, please. Ah, that's it, Oh, what a delight, what heavenly bliss."
He kissed the words from her lips trying at the same time by softly rubbing his member between the slippery walls of her vagina, to obtain a harmonious finale to their enjoyment.
His bottom was still moving up and down, and Claudia's legs were still crossed over his back, when suddenly a croaking voice made their blood run cold.
"Infamous wretches, I'll teach you your duties. And you, who are you, you infamous son of fornication."
They were only gradually able to recover their full consciousness, while the old man almost beside himself with uncontrollable rage slouched nearer to them.
Manlius jumped with a jerk from Claudia's stomach, and she sat upright on the couch, gazing with horrified eyes at the spoiler of her pleasure.
"Don't touch her. Claudia is my own."
"Your own, is she?" croaked the old man.
"Well, well, by what title, may I ask? Who paid your father-Oh, I have recognized you-and mine therefore is the body that I have deflowered and which you have dirtied with your infamous tool."
"It is envy that seems to speak out of your mouth." Manlius smiled involuntarily as he looked upon that part of the furious old man, hidden by his toga, where his miserable, wrinkled organ was hanging down.
"Silence, you son of fornication. It ill befits you to scream old age. But I will pay you off for your jokes. Come in, you slaves."
Obedient, a number of stout eunuchs entered the room and he ordered them to bind Claudia and her lover and throw them into cells. Judgment was soon pronounced against them.
They cut the testicles off Manlius, forced him 'to eat them raw and then strangled him.
Claudia was to be thrown to the beasts of the arena. She was thrown into a cell, where she soon fell asleep, exhausted by her excitement.
She awoke in darkness, and only gradually was able to remember what had happened, then she began to cry out bitterly.
"Who is disturbing the calm of death? Who are you that my tormentors have given me for a companion?"
"A miserable wretch?" she sobbed, on recovering from her fright.
"Then I bid you welcome here, I salute you in the name of the Almighty."
"Who are you and who is the almighty, to whom you allude."
"Unfortunate woman, don't you know who is God?"
"Indeed I do not."
"Then let me teach you; let me enlighten you concerning the holy mysteries before it is too late. Before you are given up to etrenal damnation and the tortures of hell. Come nearer my daughter, and give me your hand that I may greet you as a sister in the Lord."
"I am quite willing to take your hand, because my heart is full of fear. I tremble at the thought of death in the terrible arena," and she crawled over the rough stones in the direction of her companion.
"Will you not tell me your name?"
"Yes, indeed, I am Antonius, a martyr and have been condemned to die because of my humble service."
Stretching out his hand, he touched her naked bosom and the sermon he had intended to preach came to a full stop.
His whole body thrilled by a wonderful strange sensation which drove all his thoughts to an entirely different subject, as meanwhile she crawled quite close and sobbing bitterly clung to him.
"Who are you, my child?"
"Claudia, the most wretched of all women upon whom the sun of the Roman Empire has fallen."
"Wretched are those who die without believing in the Redeemer," he said, his voice vibrating with excitement, for his searching hands had made some very bold discoveries.
From the firm and swelling breasts of his companion, they glided down upon the elastic stomach, covered with fine downy hair, upon voluptuously formed hips and posterior cheeks hard as iron, and scarcely conscious of what he was doing he passed his hand between her legs.
It touched her sweet grotto of love, and in a second his member became stiff and erect as a stone column of the Forum and his thoughts began to be confused.
At the same moment she too was thrilled with delight for her hand had casually touched the gigantic apparatus of the martyr and amazement coupled with deep respect for the enormous member filled her soul.
"Are you a god yourself, and is this your sceptor?" the excited girl asked after a pause during which she had examined his lust-swollen tool.
All her fears of death had disappeared, blown away by the all powerful blast of the newly excited amorous lust.
"Is this your scepter?" she repeated when her companion remained silent and only his trembling lips and shaking hands were silent witness of the wild excitement pulsating in his veins. Again she repeated her words.
"I do not understand you," he answered, convulsively pressing his fingers into the curves of her posteriors.
"You don't understand me? Are you then a stranger to love and ignorant of the unspeakable delights it bestows on us mortals?"
"I knew once what delights you refer to; I have enjoyed them. But the new ideal to which I dedicated my life forbids me carnal communion with woman. I must forever remain a stranger to carnal love, excluded from the joy it confers, until I die the sweet death of martyrdom in the arena."
"Then I prefer the sweet mysteries of Venus-Love. Love and naught but love is her watchword and blessed are those that pray at her temple. Come into my arms and there you shall learn the power of my god in sighs and burning kisses. Yes, in burning kisses you will sing her praises. Come, come, don't be a fool. Seize the bliss kind fortune is offering you."
"I must not," stammered Antonius, calling forth the last power of resistance; but his arms remained around the hot woman, and the next moment her warm lips suffocated every word of resistance.
The air seemed to change into the sweet fragrance of roses; the sound of water trickling down the cells was drowned by loving sighs, and the two lovers, though condemned to death, were immersed in a sea of delight. The rough stone floor was their bridal couch, on which their naked bodies writhed in tremors as blissful as though it had been the softest bed.
"Oh, lord, what have I done," moaned Antonius, when he sank down exhausted, with the body of his companion in lust still closely clinging to his.
"The most beautiful thing possible to be imagined. Is it possible you are sorry for what you have just done?"
"I don't know. You have vanquished me with your love, thrown over all my principles, made me the shuttlecock of my basest passions. What will be my fate in the other world?"
"Calm yourself, I am no longer afraid of death; arm in arm we will await it calmly. Many time I have practiced the art of love, but I swear I have never felt such delight before. I feel there can be no greater bliss for me to go through. Kiss me, my beloved one, Antonius." In furious lust he pressed his lips to hers.
Her busy hands continued to play with his member, until again it stood in all its glory, jerking convulsively. She seized it and remaining in a sitting position, put it into her vagina, and began to fuck him.
In a short time his misgivings again disappeared and his only care was to respond to the thumps against his belly. And with voluptuous moans he abandoned himself to the sensations of lust that thrilled his body with convulsive terrors, until sweetly exhausted they sank down in close embrace.
In the midst of their happiness they were disturbed by a clattering opening of their cell, and in the lurid light they saw dark figures of the guards of the arena, who commanded them to follow him. Antonius was suddenly seized with a spasm of fury, and flew at the throat of the nearest guard and threw him with all his might against his commander. He tottered a moment from the force, but soon recovered, dealing Antonius a blow that felled him unconscious to the ground. Some of the guards picked him up and threw him into the arena, while the others followed with Claudia.
As the darkness gave way to the light of the day, the sounds she heard would fill the hearts of brave men with trembling, for it was the roaring of the beasts destined to kill and devour the condemned of the arena. Cold chills ran over her naked body on which the eyes of the guards were cast with lust. Now and then on a pretext of supporting her one would touch her naked body, but her eye was on the scene that was to end in her death. She was pushed into the arena and the door clanged behind her.
In many tiers rose the seats for the spectators, filled with a bloodthirsty crowd, impatient to see the beginning of the spectacle.
Nero the Emperor had not yet arrived and it was only in his presence it could begin.
Meanwhile there waited in the arena a small group condemned to be devoured by the beasts or be burned by pitch and fire. Nero's living torches had acquired an awesome name throughout the Empire.
The unfortunate wretches destined for death were bound naked to stakes they had to ram in the ground with their own hands. After that pitch was poured on them and ignited.
All were naked and the victims for the beasts clung together in groups, but in the anticipation of death, all carnal cravings were silenced.
Soon loud trumpet blasts announced the arrival of Nero, who entered a stand apart from the rest. The Superintendent of guards approached the Imperial Box and asked permission to commence, and was accorded the permission, whereupon he mounted a ladder to his own place, where he would be safe, and waved a green cloth.
The door of the pit where the animals were kept was opened, and with majestic steps the first lion stalked into the arena.
More closely the naked wretches clung together as the lion without hindrance approached them, while from the door of the pit a second lion, two tigers and a leopard came in grim procession, shortly followed by a hungry-looking bear.
The air now began to ring with wails of terror, as the beasts rushed with horrible roars at their victims.
Blood was flowing and spurting in all directions, bones were cracking, and heart rending cries were emitted from the mangled victims.
Antonius had recovered his senses after the first cries of terror and at once recognized his own and Claudia's terrible position. In fury he ground his teeth, but growing calmer, he knew only too well that hopes of escape was futile.
Together with his conviction there arose in him the desire to once more enjoy the pleasures of love, or better still, to die while enjoying them. He had looked at death a hundred times. What had caused his fury was merely his revolt against a violent end, when he had unexpectedly been enabled to enjoy its sweetest bliss.
The desire to be struck by death while lying on the body of his loved one and fucking her, grew more strong in his mind.
Slowly he arose and on all fours crawled in the direction where he had noticed Claudia in the midst of a group of wailing women.
Reaching her, while all around them death raged in all its horrors, he said, "Oh, Claudia, beloved of my soul and body, are you going to die without enjoying once more the bliss, which has caused life to appear to us both in such a magnificent light."
"What do you mean?"
In her eyes a wonderful light began to shine. He passed his hand caressing over her body.
"What I mean is that we should not pass out without enjoying life once more to the last drop. Give your beautiful body once more to me; let me embrace you in loving desire and earthly bliss, and when the claws of those monsters tears us to pieces our last cries and convulsions may be one of death and pleasure combined."
"And are you able to do it in the midst of this slaughter?"
"Look upon me." He sat up so her gaze could pass over the body of her next female neighbor, at his stiff erect prod.
"Ah, if that be so, then come," and she laid herself down in preparation for the act.
He clambered over the body of the woman between them and between Claudia's widely separated legs, and lay upon her belly to begin the act of love, in the midst of death and terror, in full view of the thousands of spectators, they abandoned themselves without restraint to the fullest voluptuousness.
"By the gods, that is what I call contempt of death. Those two are worthy of living. Let them be protected and conduct them before me."
There was a commotion to carry out the order, and soon a party of mail-clad guards marched into the arena in order to bring the couple to a place of safety.
The two had not finished, and willy nilly, the guards had to wait until the act of love was consummated.
A few minutes later the two as naked as the day they were born stood before the Emperor.
Nero, with the eye of a connoisseur viewed the fine full form of Claudia and said, "Whatever crimes you have committed, your punishment shall be remitted in full." And with a side glance at Claudia, continued, "It is a pity that I, Nero, who may call any woman my own unless she be of the blood divine"-Nero's megalomania having by this time been fully developed-"other wise, by the eternal gods...." a gracious wave of the hand left the sentence unfinished.
Then the tyrant turned away to devote his attentions to the scenes of horror in the arena.
The two lovers who had been saved by his caprice were provided with clothes and freed.
Antonius, whose original profession had been that of an armorer, with the help of a few friends who had been impressed by Claudia's beauty, established a small forge and shop wherein to repair and occasionally make armor and weapons of war and the chase.
Claudia in her affection, assisted him in the lighter tasks of the management of his business, and although she remained strictly faithful to him as his wife, nevertheless she acted like a magnet in attracting to his shop many wealthy and influential customers.
No one but Antonius possessed her carnally or otherwise, and his enormous shaft gave her, even when they were considerably advanced in years, constant and unspeakable enjoyment.
Both reached a ripe old age in full possession of their faculties, until one morning they were found in bed, dead in a sweet embrace, his prick still hard, deep within her no-longer-living cunt.
LET'S DO IT AGAIN
"It is terribly hot!" exclaimed Caroline, as she entered her luxurious apartments.
She laid her parasol over a chair, pulled out the gold hat pin which adjusted to her pretty blonde head a splendid hat, wide of brim and ornamented with white and black feathers of great value.
She tinkled the little bell on the table and in a moment appeared a dainty Spanish maid, with one of those bewitching faces which seems always saying, "Please eat me!"
"Did you call, Madame," she inquired, as she entered.
"Yes, Rose. Come and undress me." So saying. Caroline turned on her back and the maid loosened her dress of beautiful china silk, fitting perfectly her svelte body and revealing all her graceful curves.
"It seems that you are perspiring, Madame!"
"Why of course, it is awfully warm out in the streets. Bring me a fan."
Rose brought the fan, and Caroline, who already had unfastened her corset, dropped her chemise and stood in front of the mirror, completely naked.
Smilingly she contemplated her figure for a moment as it was reflected in the mirror and after covering her body with a clean, dry chemise, which Rose handed her, she lay down on the sofa, fanning herself, and asked, "Did anyone call while I was out?"
"No, Madame, only the postman, who left some letters and postcards. There they are, on the dressing table."
"I am sure they are as usual from those silly old men who are continually soliciting me. Isn't it awful that a woman of my ardent temperament should be condemned to these old men?"
"If you desired, you could have them young, because with your face and figure, you can demand anything you wish."
"Really, do you think so?"
"Why, who could doubt it?"
"Well, look here, I am awfully glad to hear you say that, because I have a great desire which I wish to gratify."
"Oh, what is it?"
"Do you remember that young man who was here some fifteen or twenty days ago, with my friend Mary?"
"Yes, I remember-one named Harry, and I recall laughing heartily because he was so timid, that he dared not look at anything but the floor."
"Poor boy! His shyness angered me so much that I laughed in his face and turned him away in a rather harsh manner. But Mary has recently imparted to me some very interesting information about him and his natural talents."
"Is that so? He looked so silly."
"And so he was, certainly, but Mary is an old friend of the family and avers that since boyhood Henry has been noted for his good qualities."
"And what are these good qualities?"
"He has a premature and abnormal development, such as is very seldom seen at his age. When he was ten years old, he had a prick the size of a well developed man."
"Well! Well! Well! That is wonderful!"
"Some people say he inherited this feature from his father, who belonged to a well known family in Bainoa."
"Bainoa! Oh yes, I recall a story about a famous donkey of that place." (Bainoa is a village in Cuba, where it is claimed a donkey was kept that had a tool thirty inches long.)
"Yes, it seems that nature has been very generous with him."
"Ah, is it then his donkey qualities which have excited your interest in him?"
"Yes dear, because if when he was ten years old, he had such a big thing between his legs, you can imagine how it must be now that he is twenty."
"Of course, I fancy he would stand comparison with an elephant now in that respect."
"And that is exactly what I am looking for. I want a thing to completely fill me up-something to differ from these foolish old men, who are today my only friends. My only wish now is to fuck that youth."
"But he will hardly return after your treatment of the other day."
"Oh yes, he will. I just met him on the street and made myself as agreeable as possible and asked him why he did not come to see me again."
"And do you really think that he will come?"
"Certainly. I am expecting him at any moment."
"Suppose that he should be as timid as on the former occasion, what then?"
"Never mind that, I shall know how to handle him when the time comes. When he arrives, tell him to go to my room, without fear, and you remain outside."
"Very well, Madame."
"Don't come unless I call you."
"All right. Do you require me any longer?"
"No, you may go now."
Rose left the room and Caroline went to her dressing table where the mail was waiting. She looked it over and selecting first a letter which she recognized as addressed in the hand of Mr. Solomon Baldy.
"Let us see the old man's answer!" she remarked as she opened the letter.
"My dear Caroline, I recieved your dear letter and note that you are somewhat pushed for money. You know that I am always disposed to assist you. Therefore I shall go this afternoon to your house and take with me a nice little present.
Your loving servant,
SOLOMON
Caroline, laughing after reading the letter, mused, "A lover who can use only his tongue.
Well, never mind, the main point is his money. He gives me whatever I ask, but holy smoke! Suppose he should come and find that young man here! He would certainly boil with rage. Plague the man, he could easily have sent me the money and saved me his presence." So saying she stepped to the window and perceived Henry coming.
"Ah! he comes at last!" she whispered. "Let me get ready to receive him. I shall pretend to be asleep. This has always led to good results in similar cases."
She then lay down on the sofa, lowered a little the chemise and exposed the waist and shoulders, so that portions of the breast could be seen, uncovered one of her well shaped legs and part of the thigh, the fine whiteness of which formed a striking contrast to the transparent silk stockings.
Hearing steps approaching, she then closed her eyes.
Henry, completely nervous, appeared at the door, asking, "Will you permit me to come in Miss Caroline?" Not daring to enter, and receiving no answer, he repeated the question, with the same silent result.
"There seems to be no one in," he muttered. "Why then did the maid say that she was in the room and that I might enter without fear?" Then looking inside he perceived Caroline. The sight gave him a nervous shock of such intensity that he had to grasp the door to avoid falling.
"Oh, she is sleeping! What a beautiful sight!
What an interesting pose! And oh, great God, what a picture! Perhaps it is improper for me to enter. If she should awaken and find me here, she would be furious to think that I had seen her in this state. The best I can do is to go away, I think...." As he retreated towards the door, he heard Caroline sigh, which brought him to a stop.
"No!" he said. "She seems to be soundly asleep."
Then with great caution, Henry approached the sofa and stood there for a while in mute contemplation. He leaned over to kiss her but suddenly stopped at the thought that she might awake. After some hesitation he made bold to touch her arm. As she did not move, he risked a kiss on the face; then he kissed her on the mouth. Caroline continued motionless.
He kissed the exposed nipple, and met the same silence.
By this time Henry's enormous organ had assumed proportions that were alarming. Noticing the uncovered portions of her thigh, he fell to kissing and sucking it with great enthusiasm. As he was now so near the principal charm of her body, he pulled up the chemise which concealed it and beheld Caroline's beautiful cunt, tender, massive and surrounded with silky and abundant blonde hair.
Henry's enthusiasm had now no limit. He was about to rush on that delightful nest, when Caroline moved and he jumped in great fright to the opposite side of the room, saying to himself, "Oh God! She has seen me!"
Caroline feigned to awake and Henry placed his hat hastily over the front of his trousers so that she could not see the protuberance caused by his long and massive prick, which threatened momentarily to break its bounds.
After stretching her limbs to make him think she had been sleeping, and pretending to be surprised, Caroline said, "Hello Henry, I did not expect you so early."
"Yes," said he. "I have just arrived this very moment!"
"And what are you doing?"
"Nothing, I was just waiting for you to awake."
"Now you rascal, I am sure you allowed yourself some liberties while I was asleep."
"Oh no, certainly not!" he exclaimed quickly.
"I assure you that I have not, that I would never dare. As I saw that part of your foot was exposed, I was about to leave the room."
"So you were going to leave me?"
"Yes, I thought you would be very angry when you knew that I had seen you like that."
"What an idiot!" she thought, then addressing him aloud, with affected coquettry, she said, "My dear boy, I would never become angry for such a trifle, especially when the one to see me was such a nice man."
"Really?" said Henry, surprised, and with a foolish grin. "Do you think that I look nice?"
"Yes, very nice!" she replied, giving him a light tap on the face.
This nearly induced Henry to embrace her but he hesitated, thinking that it would not please her and that she might send him away, as on his former visit.
Both were silent for a short spell. Caroline was disappointed and upset at the boy's unusual shyness, thinking that perhaps she should have prolonged feigning sleep, inasmuch as he was exciting himself at the sight of her body and would doubtless have fucked her in spite of his timidity.
Henry, seeing that she did not speak, thought that she was provoked because she suspected he had touched her while asleep and decided to go. As he was leaving she said, "Why, what is it? Are you going?"
"Yes. It appears that my presence does not make you happy!"
"Oh, don't say that. Come here!" And taking him by the hand, she made him sit down near her. "Sit here now," she said, and Henry timidly obeyed.
"Well, have you nothing to say to me?" she urged.
"I? No....that is to say....yes...."
"Well, say it, man, for goodness sake."
"It is very warm," he responded.
By this time Caroline was convinced that this fool would not say a word of what she desired him to say, no matter how excited he might be, and notwithstanding that the protuberance beneath his breeches could be seen to conceal a prick as stiff as a candle. For this reason she decided to take the initiative.
"Look here," she said. "Let us put foolishness aside and talk like two good old friends."
"Very well," he said, although he did not understand what she was trying to say.
"Tell me," she said, "do I look good to you?"
"You!" he stammered in great embarrassment.
"Yes. Say it boldly and without fear."
"Well, yes, I like you very much."
"At last, thank God! Now, will you give me a kiss?"
"Of course I will, and fifty of them, if you will permit me."
"Then do it!" she commanded, leaning towards him.
Their lips instantly met and she introduced her tongue furiously into his mouth, with an agitating movement inside, causing him to experience an unknown sensation. Then pulling forth her enchanting bosoms, she said, "What do you think of these? See how firm they are and how they stand forth."
"I could eat them," he declared with warm enthusiasm.
"Go ahead and eat them," she answered, taking his head and drawing his mouth to one of the nipples. Henry took the delicate, rosy morsel into his mouth and sucked it with such force that it seemed he would carry it away.
"Now let us show each other the best we have in our bodies," she said, at the same time pulling up her chemise and showing him the beautiful moss rose. "Isn't this pretty?"
Henry required no further coaxing and throwing himself over her, covered the glowing cunt with kisses.
"Now show me yours," said Caroline. Henry attempted to open his trousers but was so nervous that he could not get hold of the buttons. Then she did the unbuttoning, introduced her little hand and finally succeeded in extracting a prick about twelve inches long, and so large it could not be encircled by her hand. Its head looked like a gigantic tomato.
"Oh!" exclaimed Caroline, delighted at the sight of so much beauty. "I have not been deceived; a thing like that is what I needed. Come, come quick!" she said, throwing herself on her back, eager and ready for Henry to introduce his enormous charmer.
A knock was heard at the door. Henry jumped up instantly, trying to hide his tool in his trousers but its size and stiffness would not allow of it without considerable effort.
"Who is there?" asked Caroline angrily.
"It is me, Madame," answered Rose the maid.
"And what do you want?" she inquired with vexation. "Who told you to come?"-
"I have something very important to communicate, Madame."
"Come in then."
"Mr. Solomon Baldy has just arrived," she whispered.
"Darn it! I had forgotten all about the man. What an unfortunate time to appear."
"He asked for you and I answered that I did not know whether you were in and that I would run up and ascertain."
"Well then, tell him that I am out and that I shall not return until late."
Rose was about to leave to carry out the instructions of her mistress when Caroline recalled to mind Mr. Solomon's letter and detained her.
"Wait, dear. He wrote that he would bring me a present. If I make him wait he may lose his temper and I may not get the present. His presents are always valuable and I do not want to lose this one."
Then addressing Henry, she said, "Look here, my darling, I am going to interrupt our conversation for a little while."
"Oh, what a pity, now when it was becoming so interesting."
"It will only be for a few minutes. It is important that I see this gentleman," and pointing to one of the doors, she said: "Go into this room and wait for me. I shall see that the gentleman leaves quickly."
"All right, but don't make me wait, you see how I am!" pointing to the bulge in his trousers, Caroline smiled, this time with satisfaction, and she realized the great change affected in the timid boy of a few moments before.
"I shall not keep you long in suspense, see, there is a bed where you can lie down if you wish." Then after some sensuous kisses, she closed the door.
Caroline then instructed her maid to show in Mr. Baldy, and turning to her dresser, arranged her hair and slipped into a becoming gown, saying to herself meanwhile, "I have seen many pricks in my life, but none of them can be compared to that of this boy. This one, I am sure, will give me the gratification I crave."
A little while later Mr. Baldy entered.
"Hello, my dear Caroline," he saluted as he entered. "What a shock I felt when your maid told me she didn't know whether you were at home. I feared you had not waited for me, in spite of my writing."
"Oh, how could you think such a thing of me?"
"No dear, not that, you might have forgotten it ... but what is the meaning of this? Is this the way you receive me, without a kiss?"
"Oh, you are right, old fellow!" she said, kissing him.
"But what is the matter with you? You appear to be nervous and excited."
"No dear, it is nothing, I did not expect you so early and was not prepared, and I have not yet taken my bath."
"Well, I thought you were impatient for for me, and for that reason I did not stay to answer an important letter, thinking that I could do it here."
"Yes, certainly, there is everything for it here," she said, showing him a little table, on which were writing materials.
"No dear, I am in not as great a hurry as all that. First I want you to come and be with me a little while. Come, sit on my knee."
Caroline did as he wished and Mr. Baldy pulled from his pocket a little package of gold coins, which he handed to her. Caroline delightedly took it, as might be supposed, and he said, "Within a short time you will receive a pair of ear rings which I bought for you today."
Caroline embraced him saying, "Oh, how good and sweet you are."
Mr. Baldy, encouraged by her endearments and expressions, said, "Now let us go to the room."
Caroline interrupted him saying, "Oh, I have an idea. Now that you have to write a letter, I will take my bath while you are doing it."
"Well thought, little girl; go and do so. The cleansing of the body should be the first consideration of a well ordered woman. You know I always like you to be clean from head to foot."
"I shall do so, my bath is now ready."
"Go ahead, darling, and do not be in a hurry. Take it easy. I will have ample time for my letter."
"So long then," she said, going into the room where Henry was hidden. "And what a bath I will take!" she added.
Mr. Solomon Baldy was about sixty years of age, and in his time had been very licentious. He was rich from birth and his youth had been spent among women, with whom he revelled in pleasure in various and dubious ways.
He was so lustful that at a certain period of his life he devoted himself to men, with whom he cohabited as though they were of the other sex. By these means he had exhausted his sexual strength and at a comparatively early age, he found himself weak and impotent.
For the past ten years he had done nothing but suck; he could do nothing else, deceiving himself with the fancy that such a thing caused him thrills of pleasure. He had two other women who allowed him to do this to them, but Caroline was his favorite and on her he spent most money.
As Mr. Baldy found himself alone, he drew from his pocket a box of pills, taking two. This was a doctor's prescription for weakness, and for the last two months he had been impatiently awaiting results. Now he started his letter and after a while, Rose, the maid appeared at the door asking to be allowed to enter.
"Yes, you may come in, Rose," said Mr. Baldy. "What do you wish?"
"I wanted to give Miss Caroline a package, just received from the jewelers."
"Oh yes, it is my present, the earrings I bought for her."
Rose in the meantime looked all over the room in an effort to find Caroline, but could not see her.
"Look here," said the old man. "Leave the package here, Caroline is busy just now!"
"What?" asked the astonished Rose. "What do you mean?"
"She is in the bathroom now."
"Oh, I understand," said she to herself. "I can guess what kind of bath she is taking."
"When I finish this letter I shall go to the bathroom and give her the package," interrupted the old man.
"To the bathroom, did you say?" asked Rose, quite frightened.
"Of course, to the bathroom."
"Oh no, don't do that. My mistress does not like to be seen when she is in the bath."
Mr. Baldy stopped writing and turning to Rose, said, "She may not like to be seen by others, but that does not apply to me."
"Absolutely no one! She has told me hundreds of times."
Rose then went to the door through which Caroline had disappeared and after pushing it in a little said, "You see, she has fastened it on the inside."
"Well, what a funny girl," he remarked, and went on with his writing, while Rose thought to herself, "What a brave and daring woman this Caroline is. With the old man here, she is not afraid to go to the boy in the next room. I would like to witness that scene. Anyhow, if the old man tries to get inside, I will do my best to prevent it."
After a while the old man said, "Now I have finished this letter (placing it in an envelope, sealing and addressing it) let me take her the earrings now." So saying, he approached the door of the room in which Caroline and Henry were, but Rose pumped forward and stood between him and the door, saying, "Where are you going?"
"To the room to give her the package."
"But I have told you that she does not like to be seen undressed by any one at all."
"And I repeat: Such orders do not concern me. I have seen her undressed many times. Get out of my way and let me proceed."
Rose then knocked on the door two or three times saying. "Madam! ... Madam!!"
"What is the matter now?" asked Caroline.
"Mr. Baldy wants to go in."
"No ... no ... tell him that it is impossible."
"Do you hear?" asked Rose, turning to the old man. "She does not like it."
"Is that so? She does not want me to go into the bathroom today, eh?" he said in evident disgust. "Very well, I never expected such a reply from her. I thought that any time I pleased I had the right to."
Rose, not permitting him to finish, interrupted with, "Why don't you go to the Post Office and mail your letter and come back afterwards, it is near here."
"I will go, yes," replied Mr. Baldy dryly. "I will do it and I shall come later, or perhaps some other day, or never again," taking the package with the earrings and putting it into his pocket.
"But how is that, are you going to take the earrings too?" asked Rose in alarm.
"Yes, certainly, I wished to hand them myself to her but as it is impossible." And he stepped towards the door.
"Wait a moment please," said Rose, knocking again at Caroline's door. "Madame" she repeated.
"What is it?" asked Caroline.
"Mr. Baldy is very angry because he is not allowed to go in to see you, and is going away."
"Is that so? Let him go in peace," she said, laughingly.
"Oh, come to the door for a second, Madame!" whispered Rose.
"What is the matter?" asked Caroline, partly opening the door. "Why, is my dandy old man angry now?"
"Certainly my dear, it seemed quite strange to me that you should not allow me to come into the bathroom."
"Look here, my darling. I know you are right, but what do you want? I have my own wits the same as you have yours. But here I am all ready. I interrupted my bath just to please my old man. See, I have not even washed my head yet."
"Yes and it looks as if you were perspiring."
"No, it is only the water from the bath. Are you happy now?" she asked, inclining her face towards that of the old man.
"Yes I am," said he. "Let me go to your room," and he attempted to enter the room where Henry was.
"No, don't go there," she said. "That room is quite disordered. Let us go to another room." And she pointed to another door. "There I have everything arranged for my old man."
"All right, let up go where you wish, but be quick."
"It seems that you are in haste?"
"Yes, I am in a hurry; I have a furious hunger for love."
"Wait a minute, I am going to get washed."
"What do you mean, didn't you just come out of the bath?"
"Yes, that is true but wait a moment, I have to speak to Rose about my dressmaker," and taking Rose apart, she said to her, "Tell Henry to wait for me. I will try to send the old man away quickly and if he hears any one approaching the room, to hide under the bed."
"Very well," answered Rose.
Mr. Baldy, who was in a desperate strait, took Caroline by the hand saying: "Come, my girl, come!" and together they entered the room. Once there, he threw her over a sofa and after a little preparation to which she was as accustomed, he opened her legs and applied his mouth to her cunt with such enthusiasm that he had nothing to envy in a hungry calf.
Meanwhile Rose knocked at Henry's door and told him what Caroline had said.
"But where is she now?" he wanted to know.
"She is in that room with a man."
"How is that? Is she alone in bed with another man?"
"Yes, but do not be uneasy, he can do nothing but suck."
"Great Lord, and here I am in desperation."
"But what, are you not satisfied yet?"
"Why no! I only had her once. See how I am." and pulling up his shirt, he exhibited his gigantic organ, quite straight and hard, at the sight of which she could not help exclaiming, "How beautiful!"
"Would you like to be fucked my giant tool?"
"Of course I would," she assented. "How fortunate Miss Caroline is, to to discover such a thing."
"Well, you can be as lucky as she is, if you wish it."
"Yes-yes!" she answered thickly. "I do want it dreadfully!"
"Well, come along!" and so saying, he took her inside the room and threw her on her back and well ... it is needless to say what happened further than the fact that for some minutes complete silence reigned throughout the house, as a gamahauching seance was taking place in one room and an intent fucking in the other.
Fifteen minutes later Rose was back in the drawing room and Caroline and Mr. Baldy were just leaving their room, the latter making a wry face and spitting continually.
"By God!" Solomon was saying, "what a peculiar taste I have in my mouth. This has never happened before. My lips are sticky! Here, Caroline?"
"What is it dear?" she asked, approaching.
"Did you wash yourself well before we went into the room?"
"Oh, what a question. Didn't you see that I had just left the bath?"
"Yes, that is true, but I recommend that you use another soap. This one that you are using does not smell very well and besides, it leaves the body very sticky."
"Oh, I don't think so. It is a good soap!"
"Yes, I don't doubt it, but ... well, I must go!"
"How is that, so soon?"
"Yes, I must go to mail my letter and get this nasty soapy taste out of my mouth. Damned soap! Well, so long dear!" he added.
"Good-bye, Solomon!"
"Look here my dear, throw away that soap you are using. Tomorrow I shall send you a box of another and excellent sort," and Mr. Solomon descended the stairs, spitting repeatedly.
On his way home Mr. Baldy entered a chemists store and addressing the owner, a friend of his, said, "Look here, Mr. Pimp, you are an expert in perfumes. Please tell me what manner of soap is this with which I have washed myself and which has left a peculiar smell in my mouth."
Mr. Pimp approached his nose to his friend's mouth and retired quickly, saying: "Why, that's milk!"
"Thank you," said Mr. Baldy, adding to himself, "I have heard of milk soap but never used it."
Opon arriving home, he washed out his mouth about fifty times.
Next day, at eight o'clock in the morning, Henry was leaving Caroline's house, so weak and tired that it caused him pain to climb into a coach.
Eight times he had been compelled to serve Caroline in addition to the first, and his bout with the maid.
Now the reader can guess the great amount of soap material which was churned into a lather in that house.
* * *
IN BACK OF A CADILLAC
The mountains of Puerto Montanoso surge toward the sea and swoop down to a narrow flat shore which the sun concentrates on with such steadfastness that the dirt of the roads and the sand beaches exhale visible and transparent vapors of heat, gelatinous in appearance and trembling the way a vast gong does after it has struck.
On the shore below the brown height of the mountains the earth is brown and dry, but the sun brings from the lowland a bit of green in the palms that run along the base of the mountains all around the horseshoe harbor. The palm fronds do not move. Steady as iron they stay exactly the way there are, baking in the windless heat. In the still harbor of Puerto Montanoso coastal freighters made of wood and high in the bow sit flatly on top of their reflections like ship models on glass.
Bill Tagart listened for a few seconds when he woke at dawn, watching the vultures gliding in the sky. He listened for others, and tried to remember if he knew whether he'd cried out in his sleep. It was the first function of his days to listen carefully for a second and then stand up quickly so that he'd look as though he'd never been lying down. He stood up and his head felt like twenty pounds of concrete held up on a stick. He picked up his bundle and left the slit between the houses where he had slept. He heard noises, like miniature pistol shots, that came from the wooden houses as shutters were slapped open. Behind the houses women were tending the wood fires that cooked the family breakfasts. The sun was still hidden. There was a jagged rim of bright orange running along the summits of the mountains behind the town like the line of a hectic graph.
The walk to his destination had tired Bill by this time, so he sat down beneath a big palm tree and his thoughts returned to his past life.
Bill had married a girl he had been going out with for three years.
They were the most happy couple anyone could ever hope to meet. Bill and Mary were often seen walking down the avenue, arms entwined.
People would remark, "What a happy couple Bill and Mary seem to be."
All seemed to be going well for Bill and Mary until one day she contacted a cold. Bill called a doctor as soon as he arrived home and saw the condition that she was in. When the doctor arrived he shook his head hopelessly and told him the bad news. "Mary is beyond help." It would now be only a matter of time before the end would come.
Bill was broken-hearted, he looked down at her pretty face and vowed he would not give up so easily. He would call the best doctors he could find-he still had a bit of money he had saved up intending to buy a home in the immediate future.
He called in the best doctors he could locate-it was of no use-Mary passed away a few days later.
Immediately he took to drinking-going on a real rampage. He would get drunk one day, the next day he would pick up a woman, take her out for a few drinks and then taking her to his apartment, would fuck her, suck her and do everything possible to take out his sorrow on their cunts and bodies.
One day he met a girl by the name of Lucy. She seemed to like him instantly as soon as she laid her eyes upon him-Bill felt the same way about her. In fact he felt her to be the first woman he could show any interest in.
Bill kept company with her for a few months, then when his mind went back to his former wife, Mary, he really went stark mad.
Meeting Lucy one night he induced her to go with him to a bar where they had a few drinks. He then suggested they go up to his apartment, and she trusting him implicity, agreed.
Arriving they took off their outer clothes and then he suggested a few more drinks.
When he saw that she was quite drunk, Bill picked her up and threw her down on the bed. He undressed her and then himself-quickly he jumped on her beautiful body and pushing her front upwards, he tried to push his prick into her cunt-but no, it would not go in-my goodness, he exclaimed this girl is a virgin! A virgin! What do you know! It would be great sport to break her virginity and make her a real woman.
He then set out to break her virginity and finally met with success-pushing in for all he was worth, he first felt the drip of blood and then ignoring this began to push in and out as fast as he could-finally with a whoop he discharged a large load of juice into this almost unconscious woman.
Then realizing that he had actually raped this girl he became panicky and decided that the best thing for him to do was to flee the city. The next hour found Bill with his baggage traveling nowhere in particular. He knew one thing he must do and that was to get away as far as he possibly could.
He would hitch-hike one day, travel by foot the next and then get another hitch-hike going nowhere in particular.
He finally wound up somewhere on the Mexican border.
He awoke with a start and getting up proceeded to the square, which was his destination. The cafes were already opening. The dusty ground was being watered. Dogs walked slowly, panting with their mouths close to the earth. He saw a taxi parked against a building. He went over to it and sat down on the running board to wait, and it was not long before the driver, picking his teeth, came from one of the cafes.
"Looking for a taxi, mister?" he inquired. "No, I just happened to be tired, and decided to rest on the running board. I hope you do not mind."
"Oh, no, not at all. Are you a stranger in town?"
"Yes, and to be quite frank, am very lonesome, as I don't know a single soul."
"Do you have any money to live on and maybe, ... enjoy a girl's body?"
"Yes," I still possess some money and would certainly enjoy the company of a girl for a night or even an hour."
Bill had not fucked a girl for so long a time that he felt he would certainly relish it very much now-making up his mind he would take advantage of the meeting with this stranger to either get him to recommend some cunt to him or to get an address to which he could go to.
"Well, if you are ready, hop in and I will take you to an apartment house on La Vue Avenue. I take all my customers there and they tell me they are very pleased with the sucking and fucking they get from the girls-okay?"
Bill hopped eargerly into the taxi and was soon on his way to something he had been thirsting for many a moon.
Arriving at 13 La Vue Avenue they proceeded into the building, taking the elevator to the third floor.
The taxi driver knocked three times and soon the door was opened for their admittance.
"Marie, I want you to meet Bill-he desires a special treatment and I want you to be sure you take good care of him and satisfy his every want."
"That I certainly will do," answered Marie.
Before the taxi driver left he gave Bill his address where he could be reached at any time and then bid him farewell.
Bill liked what he saw of this cunt and could not help but admire her curves and full bosom. He felt his cock starting to rise and practically ask to sink itself into this beautiful cunt-"but bide your time, boy, bide your time," he reassured his cock, talking to it as if it were a human being.
Then he started telling Marie of his adventures, and then finally winding up in her apartment with the cooperation of the taxi driver.
Marie smiled when he told her that he had not fucked for quite a while-she was prepared to show him that fucking was a real technique with her.
"My fee for the night's entertainment will be $5.00-is that okay with you?"
"Yes," he answered eagerly.
"Well, then-let's go."
Leading him into the bedroom she took off her negligee and showed him a body of a woman, like which he had never seen before. It simply took his breath away.
Marie told him to get undressed, which he did as fast as he could.
Marie had made up her mind she would teach this boy the art of love-making in a way which he would never forget.
Jumping into bed, he lay there momentarily, not knowing what his next step should be.
Marie noting his hesitancy spoke up.
"First come here and squat over my mouth," she instructed him. "I will give you a treat which I know you will enjoy very much."
Doing as he was bid he let his long cock down into her mouth and instantly gobbled it up as if she would devour all of it.
At first he did not feel anything and then he felt a strange sensation-it was becoming stronger and stronger with every suck she took of his prick until it became too much for him and with a scream of delight he let loose a gush of love juice-down into her throat it went-and she gulped it up in great enjoyment.
"Now dry yourself with a towel-I put one over there-and then come back for the second lesson."
He did as he was instructed, and jumping on the bed beside her she pulled him down close to her and entwining her legs around his abdomen she shoved up to his belly as hard as she could-instantly he felt his cock being devoured by the cunt of this beautiful girl. Gosh, this was wonderful, he could keep it up forever.
Up and down her body she went and with each twist and turn he was being thrilled to the core. He had really never anticipated anything like this. The enjoyment a man could get by simply inserting his cock into a woman as experienced as she was-he instantly noted the difference while he was fucking her and when he was fucking the other cunts.
Finally exhausted with her efforts to satisfy him-she made him pull out and rested herself for a few moments.
"Boy, is your cock rusty from not being used. But don't worry, once I get through, it will be ready to fuck any woman's cunt."
Having regained a bit of strength she told him that she was ready to carry on once again.
"Get on top of me and put my legs over your shoulders first. In that way my hole will be so wide open that you will not be able to miss it if you tried."
Getting her into this position, she instructed him to first play around with her twat.
Bill did as he was told. First playing around with her cunt, he rubbed it up and down and then fingering the clitoris he played with it until he felt her discharge slightly-touching the cunt he found it quite wet.
"Go ahead," whispered Marie. "Jump on me and fuck away for dear life. I have a feeling you are going to be an expert in the art of fucking."
She had taught him quite a few new positions so he was becoming confident of himself more and more. He felt a delirious thrill beginning to overtake him.
With a scream of delight Bill started pumping in and out like a mad-man. He was going to make up for lost time.
In and out his prick went in her wet, slimy cunt-then sideways and up and then down.
With a shout of delight he felt Marie's muscles tighten on his prick like a clam and then breathlessly she told him, "Bill, you have become an artist in fucking. Try to hold on to your juice until I can expel mine at the same time as you."
Bill did as he was told and then when she finally told him to let loose-he did so and both their juices co-mingled together to their keen enjoyment.
Bill was now insane with ecstasy from the thrills he was receiving from this beautiful cunt.
He could not restrain himself. Grabbing her by the abdomen he sank his teeth into her beautiful body.
"Stop that, you bastard," she screamed. "If you try that again, I will call it all off."
"I am sorry," he humbly apologized. "I lost control of myself and went plain crazy."
"Well, don't go crazy if you know what's good for you. I intend to give you your money's worth but not at the expense of injuring me, you beast."
This seemed to calm him down quite a bit and he promised to remain calm.
"Now just sit at the edge of the bed-I will now thrill you to the core."
Puzzled, he did so and was pleasantly surprised when she took his penis in her mouth and sucked hard on it until he discharged with a scream of delight. Marie was amazed at how fast he was getting on to this art of fucking.
Then laying him on his back she squatted over his prick which was now quite erect and stiff-slowly she sank down until it was engulfed to the hilt. The feelings of delight that coursed through his body could not be described. His eyes rolled with passion and his breath came in gasps. He could hardly contain himself.
After half an hour of sucking, fucking, rubbing his balls, kissing his prick and then sucking his rectum she became a little tired of her efforts and decided to call it an evening.
"Did I do right by you with my own special treatment?" she inquired of him.
"I am quite satisfied," he replied. "I certainly got more than my money's worth."
Wiping her cunt off and then his prick with a towel she had doused in water she told him to get dressed-and please don't forget the $5.00 fee for the entertainment.
Bill proceeded to a hotel where he paid for a week in advance. He undressed and, jumping into bed, was soon fast asleep.
The next morning Bill started looking around for a job. He realized he would have to work, make money and then have himself another session with a beautiful cunt like Marie.
He was successful in landing a job and before he knew it-had piled up quite a bit of money.
The guests were together on the hotel terrace having themselves a few drinks. The wide roof terrace hung over the cliffs. From here they could see north up the coast where the mountains were blotted with black shadows. All the way up the edge of the coast on the endless stretch of beach they saw the haze that the mightly breakers made, and from some of the distant ravines and from the glossy masses of coconut palms on the shore, haphazard strings of smoke wafted up in occasional spots from the lost fires of unmapped settlements. It was a savage sight, forboding and relentless, but to the guests on the terrace it had its beauty, the soul-searing beauty of remoteness and impossibility.
Bill sat some distance from the main group and observed all the goings-on.
The ice clinked in the glasses. The guests were stretched out in wide deck chairs. The men wore white trousers and colored polo shirts. The women wore evening dresses.
Bill noted one girl in the group who seemed to hold a great deal of attraction. She was simply beautiful, with a well-rounded body full of curves here and there. He must know this girl-he would. He had made up his mind as far as that was concerned.
Walking over to the main group he sat down beside her and instantly Bill saw her eyes appraise him from head to foot. In her eyes he saw that she would welcome the opportunity of an introduction to him.
Without any further ado Bill spoke up.
"Are you a guest at this hotel?"
"Yes," she answered with a friendly smile that lit up her features and left Bill breathless. "My name is Juanita-what is yours?"
"Bill."
They soon were acting as if they had known each other for years. Soon after they had drinks and then they chatted again. Soon there would be dinner and after that the guitar player would come, and the Russian girl who called herself a Mexican dancer would dance for them on the terrace. Now the sun had gone down and all heaven was flaming red and out to sea the clouds were stretched up over the horizon, pink and corrugated like the flesh off the backbone of giant fish. Overhead the sky was cloudless. It was a deep, greenish blue, and as the evening melted into the beginning of night, a soft groan of pleasure came from all of them when to the left of where they sat the upper bulge of the moon began to move out from the horizon. They watched it until it was up resting on the water's edge, spraying a dappled road of yellow to the base of the cliffs. A small light to the left of the moon road was the fire torch in a fisherman's dugout canoe, and when for a moment they kept quiet, puny voices came shouting up from the canoe, raucous and urgent, and instantly spent.
"A lovely evening for a walk," suggested Bill.
"First one dance and then we shall go."
The music started and Bill held her tight in his arms, he felt the curves in her body and longed to possess that cunt of hers. He would make a try of it and see what would happen.
They walked along the beach, hand in hand-suddenly Bill swung her around and before she could utter a sound of protest he was kissing her full in the mouth. She seemed to be melting in his arms. Noting this he forced her mouth open and stuck his tongue in as deep as it could go. She seemed to be enjoying this and actually asking for more.
Withdrawing-Bill looked around but could not find a dry spot where he might fuck her.
"Let's go to your apartment," he suggested.
Juanita readily agreed because secretly she desired to be fucked by this strong looking man who no doubt had the big prick that could and would thrill her. She had tried fucking with small cocks-but they were not big enough for her.
Taking off his hat and coat, they both seated themselves on the couch in the living room. His eyes swept over her entire body noticing every curve she had. Her face flushed at his keen gaze. She felt as if his eyes were boring right through the dress she was wearing.
"Let's have some drinks," he suggested. "Make mine a Bacardi."
After drinking quite a few down-Bill felt the time was ripe to attain and perform the mission he had planned.
Gliding closer to where she sat he put his arms around her neck, she snuggled closer to him and felt quite content doing so. Lifting her face upward he planted a kiss upon it and when he looked into her eyes and saw the pleading for more he bade her open her mouth and stuck his tongue deep within it.
"Oh, Bill, that was so good, I love the way you make love to me. I hope that was not the last bit of love-making on your part."
"No, that was just the beginning."
Juanita's eyes lit up with joy at this statement. She could not help it, she really had to tell him how happy he was making her.
"Let's go into the bedroom and you will really see how I can make love."
Juanita eagerly agreed to this and so into the bedroom the both went.
Picking her up at the last moment he deposited her on the bed and then told her to get undressed.
"You undress me. I would enjoy that."
"I will too." So he started undressing her, first her dress, then her bra, and last but not least her panties.
The sight he beheld thrilled him. He would soon be fucking this beautiful creature. He could hardly await the moment his cock would enter that wet cunt of hers-but first he must take it easy. He had made up his mind that he would really thrill her as never before, in that way he could assure himself and her of a mutual satisfaction in the way of enjoying fucking the way it should be done.
"Shall we get down to business?"
"Get down to business by all means." While directing this conversation at her he had been taking off his clothes until now he was all in the nude.
Jumping down beside her, he grabbed her titties in his hands and then started to nibble on them as fast as he could.
"Boy!" he exclaimed. "It certainly tastes better than anything I have ever tasted."
Juanita was lying there with her eyes closed, trying to enjoy to the utmost the experience of having a man, a real experienced man fuck her.
"Oooh, ahhh, it feels so good, continue my love," she said breathlessly.
He continued to nibble away for a few more minutes and then he put his hands between her legs and started to run his fingers and hands up and down her pussy until he started to feel the love juice oozing out. Holding one bubbie and sucking on the other he climbed on top of her and gently inserted his cock. He started to fuck her-but ever so gently.
Clasping this big man around the abdomen she held onto him as tight as she could. She was enjoying every moment of this fuck.
"Oh, Bill, you are simply wonderful," she exclaimed. "You certainly know how to fuck."
He smiled, quite satisfied at his performance. He knew he could have a repeat performance anytime he wished and to possess this beautiful piece of cunt was something he had never dreamed of having.
Pulling out his prick he wiped her off first and then took care of his own wet prick, making sure he wiped every bit of the juice as he certainly did not want his suit stained and not only that but how about the suspicion it would arouse.
Finally dressed, he took out a $50.00 bill and tossed it to her and with another kiss full upon her lips bade her good-night. She was quite reluctant to see him go-this man really knew how to fuck-not like the other cocks she had in her cunt.
Instantly her mind went back to some of the men who had fucked and tried to fuck her.
Her mind drifted back to Walter and her relations with him. Somehow she did not seem to enjoy anything he did when he tried to fuck her.
He lacked technique and then there was the foul odor of perspiration emanating from his arm-pits that distressed her and to make matters worse he was so clumsy in his attempt to fuck that at times she would get exasperated and throwing him off would turn her back on him and deny him any more fucking for that particular night.
She distinctly recalled one night when Walter had gotten on top of her and then he tried to insert his cock into her-but of all things he kept inserting it in places where no cunt existed. This unnerved her to such an extent that she felt like screaming. After five or ten minutes he finally found the opening to paradise-but by that time she was dead cold and did not enjoy the fuck at all.
Then there was the other night when Walter asked her to play with his prick in order to make it hard so he could insert it into her, but after handling the tool for hours it was still as soft as putty and so with a disgusted feeling she turned over and prepared to go to sleep. Walter would have none of that so turning around on her back again he leaped upon her, and instead of trying to get his prick hard he pissed upon her beautiful white belly-that so enraged Juanita she started to curse him and then throwing him off she ran into the next room and bedded herself down on the floor for the evening.
Then to make matters worse she found out that Walter had never had experience with any woman-and so she felt she was nothing but a guinea pig to be experimented upon by her clumsy and inexperienced love-maker.
As these thoughts were recalled by her, a feeling of disgust overcame Juanita as she saw the difference between the experienced Bill and the inexperienced lovers she had.
Despondently, Juanita prepared for bed and was soon sound asleep.
It was quite some time before Bill happened to bump into Juanita. He had missed her very much. In fact he had knocked on her door quite often but would find that she was out.
He could not forget the wonderful fuck she had given him and he was thirsting for more of the same treatment.
"How about going to a dance for a change," he suggested. To this she agreed.
At the dance Bill started to tell Juanita all about his affairs, his disappointments, then starting drinking quite heavily-going to the doctor to be cured of that evil habit and finally finding himself once again. He had made up his mind never to stray from the right path again.
Juanita in turn started to relate her life-her living in a town that was devoid of practically any excitement-her lonesomeness and then her seeking a little excitement with men-she was quite surprised at her frankness in telling her life story to this man who was a stranger. There apparently was something about him that made her have confidence in him.
Then the music started playing and they both got up to dance. Juanita felt his prick starting to get hard and slowly starting to rise out of his pants. She felt it boring her between her legs and longed to possess this man and that lovely prick of his that could give her so much joy-if they were only alone right this minute so he could put her on her back, open her legs and insert that big tool of his into her lonesome little slit-that had not been fucked too many times and was actually getting rusty from lack of use-but she would bide her time with him-sooner or later that prick of his would be deep within her and she would be a most happy girl when that did happen to her.
She recalled her last experience with his cock and could not wait for another session to be fucked by it-the way she felt about this man-he could possess and fuck her forever.
The dance drew to a close sooner than Juanita had expected-this after all, had turned out to be a very pleasant evening.
In the car, Bill parked on a dark street and after talking for a half hour or so she felt his arms creeping about her waist and then slowly he forced her over to his side where he started to kiss her and then Juanita was quite surprised that during the kiss and feeling act she found his tongue inside of her mouth. She did not enjoy this too much-so she bit it a little forcing him to withdraw it from her mouth. Then picking up her dress a little he started to feel the hair around her cunt-this she enjoyed very much and permitted him to continue, even letting him go so far as to put his fingers up her cunt.
Juanita felt that this time she would play hard to get-and so make him more desirous of fucking her in the future.
"Please, Bill-that's all for this evening-let's go home. When I see you again maybe I will give you a bit more than I have tonight-but right now I am tired and so would appreciate you driving me home now, and calling it an evening."
"Please, Juanita, please, just let me give it to you, just once," he pleaded.
"Bill, you heard what I said-maybe next time I will be more generous."
Reluctantly he warmed up the car and they proceeded on their way home-and with a farewell kiss he bid her good-night.
The door bell rang the next morning.
There was Juanita at the opening of the door greeting him in the usual manner, with a somewhat warm kiss which she planted on his lips.
After dinner they sat for a while on the couch-and then Bill said, "Remember your promise of last night that you would take care of me-what say we go to bed, honey?"
"Yes, let's do that." They both were soon on their way upstairs to her bedroom where en-route, Bill stopped off in the bathroom and showered, taking special pains to bathe the parts that were liable to give off an odor of perspiration.
You see, dear readers that is a most important function when you are going to fuck the lady of your dreams.
Bill was soon in bed beside Juanita. Taking her around the waist he ever so gently started rubbing her breasts, round and round, gently, very, very gently-not the way he had been used to doing-that is roughly, then he started to play around with her clitoris, again very gently, he felt Juanita's cunt becoming moist.
"Oh Bill, my dear, keep it up, please do," she pleaded. He was only too happy to do so.
Then after a few minutes of this he had her gasping with passion and felt this was the ripe time to get down to the real business at hand.
Getting on top of her very gently he inserted his cock into her wet pussy and started his movements that were taught to him. In no time at all he had her gasping for joy. She could hardly believe that her "dream man" was once again fucking her to her great delight.
"Keep it up, Bill, please do," she gasped. "I am coming, here goes!" And with that Bill felt her love juice spatter all over his prick.
"Now we should try something else for a change," he said, and then forcing her to open her mouth he put his prick into it as far as it would go-almost choking her-meanwhile he put his finger up her cunt-this she enjoyed but not the prick in her mouth. When he pulled it out she told him never to do that again as that was something that she could not stand having done to her.
It was now getting late and Bill felt it would be wise for him to take his leave and so after wiping his wet prick off he bade her a fond good-night.
The next morning Bill arose with a terrific headache-going to the medicine chest he pulled out some headache powder and drank it down with a glass of water. Shortly thereafter he felt much better and sat down to think things over.
He was longing to get back to his home town-he was homesick to such an extent that he immediately packed his bag and after paying his bill took his leave.
On his way to the train he bumped into Juanita.
"Where are you going?" she inquired quite puzzled at seeing his baggage.
"I am going back home where I belong," he answered. "I am so homesick that I actually am starting to hate this place."
When Jaunita heard this she felt that her heart would stop beating-her dream man leaving her was too much for her to bear.
"Please, Bill, take me with you. I am also sick of this place and would like to get away from all this."
Bill saw the pleading in her eyes and he felt great pity for this beautiful creature-and then again there would be a great advantage in taking this piece of cunt with him-he would have a steady piece of ass to fuck all for his own. He felt he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
"All right-pay your bill, then pack your baggage. I will wait here for you."
Juanita could hardly contain her joy when he told her the good news, and taking his face in her hands planted a kiss on his cheeks and away she went.
About twenty minutes later she reappeared with her baggage and taking him by the arm they both proceeded on their way to the train which they just barely made due to the last minute delay.
When they arrived in New York, Bill deemed it wise to take separate apartments as quite a few of the people he knew were bound to recognize him.
Bill found himself a job working nights and so had little time to see Juanita for quite a while. He certainly was starting to miss her and so one night he called her on the phone and suggested he come up to her apartment-she was only too happy to consent to this.
When he arrived at her apartment he was greeted with, of course, open arms.
"Oh Bill," she whispered in his ear. "I certainly did miss you and your loving."
Summoning all of his ardor to do this heavenly creature justice, Bill kissed her heatedly upon her voluptuous lips. That he was not alone in his excitement was proved by the touch he felt; Juanita's delicate fingers caught hold of his erect prick through the material of his trousers and squeezed gently. Her deep aspirations and eager manner were like his own. Her mouth and tongue were truly delicious.
Then upon picking up her skirt, he learned that she was wearing, for his delectation, a most unique garment!
What had appeared to be a pleated skirt of a beautiful shade of crimson, was, in reality, a garment formed of vertical strips of cloth, so constructed that when hanging undisturbed they formed a perfect illusion of solidity.
And so Bill found no barrier to his inquisitive hand, not even the usual undergarments which she had foregone for this occasion. Slipping his hand along her hot, moist thigh, he soon came to the object of his search. He found her cunt to be boiling hot and brimming with the dew of expectation. When he thrust his middle finger into the tight orifice, it clung to him hungrily, as if begging him not to leave and urging him to say and continue his digital stroking.
But because he had found it is not a good practice to permit women to linger too long on the verge of compelling excitement, he did not permit this by-play to last too long. After a few unfortunate experiences in the past years during which he secured an orgasm in his partner by what he had planned to be preparatory love-play, Bill had decided not to make the same mistake again. You see, my dear readers, upon these previous occasions, because his partner had secured immediate relief from her pent-up desires, he had been left out, so to speak, in the cold.
Bill realized, of course, he had always been given a good fuck by Juanita but there is always the first time when a mistake is made-this Bill was most anxious to avoid.
They then betook themselves to the living room, where Juanita selected some recordings and started the electric phonograph. These were the selections Bill had quite often played in her other apartment.
They soon started to dance. After a short while Bill could feel her just pushing her cunt against his prick-begging to be fucked. Why waste time any longer, he thought to himself and so putting words into action-he picked her up and going into the bedroom he threw her down. He immediately pulled down his pants with his prick as stiff as a board and not even bothering to take her dress off just lifted it up over her belly-button whereupon he sprang on top of her and with a whoop of joy and expectation shoved his cock into that wet delicious pussy of hers.
Believe it, my dear readers, when he tells you that it was certainly worth his while, bringing her back to good old New York town.
She sucked and then let him fuck her to his heart's content.
Many a time he would feel like having a fuck or being sucked off-all he had to do would be to call Juanita. She would be only too happy to accommodate him. She seemed to only enjoy having his big prick in her. He was sure of that because one night he took it upon himself to ask her if she would fuck or suck anybody else off. Indignantly she replied, "My cunt is only for that lovely, big prick of yours and for nobody else."
This, my dear readers, made him a very happy man and to this day he has use for Juanita's cunt only-as you see he has sworn only to fuck her cunt and nobody else. This promise they have both kept-they are still most happy with this arrangement.
