The advantages and the disadvantages of conscience where sex is concerned often involves the fear of wrath, condemnation, or outright ostracism if the conscience is ever exposed to those capable of having insights into it ... such as the Psychologists and the inexorable Psychiatrist.
The writer of this book which are you are about to read, seemingly has no conscience whatever, yet, this reader, psychologist in his own right, finds no need to renounce the content. The sexual indulgence and the social precepts respect the ordinary demands of the morality. There are few external influences which have infected the writer, and the story he tells is quite realistic.
To be sure, the content will prick your own conscience and should you decide that moderation or temperance is your cup of tea, then it would be best if you were to let this novel alone.
The characters themselves are anything but incomprehensible. Rather, they are indecent, and I've known many with very similar views. The author does not proselytize, neither does he condemn; in fact, he deals with the reality of passive-aggressive behavior, and there is a peculiar tenderness exposed in his people; even although they hurt, they also cure.
The scene takes place in Paris and undoubtedly is written from 'life'. The writer's unceasing cry about the need for promiscuousness can be believed, for hundred of examples which confirm the viewpoint put forth.
If you are the sort of reader who seeks further knowledge about sex magic, about the mystery of subjugation, of flagellation, then this book is for you! There is no mumbo jumbo, and the sadistic-masochistic aspects are well defined.
The novel had a purging action on this reader and it enlightened him beyond his wildest dreams.
So, it is hoped the identical thing happens to you.
-Talus Taylor, M.A. 16 Rue Christophe Colomb Paris, France
CHAPTER ONE
Luxury apartments exist the world over, but few are as magnificent as those found in Paris. This does not mean that all the tenants, the owners of these fabulous suites with splendid views are equal to the apartments themselves; but in the case of Andre R--, his total personality is reflected in his apartment, and this includes the paintings on the walls, the oriental rugs on the floors, the neat and efficient kitchen, right down to the pencil and ink sketches in the toilet closet.
On first meeting Andre we felt there was quite more to him than met our eyes. By we, I mean my current concubine. Her name is Cala and she's one of the prettiest girls in Montparnasse, which is a bohemian section of Paris to which many pretty sexy girls flock to fuck, that is, to find men to fuck them all night; or it could be that they seek women to finger fuck and suck them all night.
Parisians by large are very hungry for sex and it's not unusual to discover that one girl can have up to six men and probably five women from the hours of six till dawn.
No Parisian seems to be embarrassed by this blatant display of their sexual and sensual appetites, and it's all rather out in the open. If you want to get laid, just ask. If you want a blow job, exhibit yourself in some way.
This is how Cala and I met Andre. And the result of our first evening together (about which I will tell) was that he asked her (Cala) if she wanted to stay in his lavish apartment.
Of course, Cala said she did, but if so, it would have to, of necessity, include me. Well, Cala and I were living in a hotel. We checked out finally and moved into Andre's luxury apartment.
Number one, fabulous or extravagant are two words which would describe the place adequately! There were so many beautiful things I felt as if I were a bull in the china shop (as it's said) or worse, that I would be walking on eggs all the time.
Everything in the place seemed to be very breakable, that is, except for the beds and the couches which occupied the main room. The tiny, rounded cocktail tables were also so fragile that the first thing I did was move them into a closet.
Cala helped move some of the other objects to safer quarters, and although this chore required about two hours, it was worth it.
Andre was extraordinarily particular about his belongings, right down to the ashtrays-so this factor, once learned, necessitated us to 'borrow' ashtrays (unbreakable) from a local bar, the owner of which was happy to oblige.
He gave the lovely Cala an affectionate squeeze and she reached casually for his penis, giving it a gentle caress, and I saw instantly that something would happen here. The owner's name is Bernard and he's reasonably attractive French male.
Well, we were now moved in and everything was arranged for the week-long orgy we planned, the orgy to which Cala and I were looking forward to sharing.
I suppose I should tell you about Cala, how I met her, and how we decided to live together, even for a little while. I am not one for making lengthy plans, and especially with women, and the reason for this is that I have wild tastes and need many different women to satisfy them. As it is written in a poem by T.S. Eliot, the women come and go, and to abuse his sequential line, few I've known speak of Michelangelo.
If you're not familiar with this particular poem, the above will have no significance, and it really doesn't matter too much....
Now, about Cala!
There is a bar in Montparannase known as the 'Select'. The awnings tell you that it's a hangout for Americans, but not especially so. The word 'American' on the awning is mostly a lure for tourists, yet most of the clientele who are Americans are not tourists. Neither are the French, Spanish, German, Scandinavian or other foreign nationals who frequent the place. The Select is very popular and the watchers sit at the cafe tables ogling the passersby with as much interest as the passersby watch those at the tables.
I was sitting alone in the afternoon drinking iced Pernod when I first saw Cala. I felt my prick leap up and begin to stiffen at the mere sight of her. She was wearing a sheer black chiffon blouse with no brassiere. She also wore a brief bolero jacket trimmed in gold and watching her lovely breasts so firm and round, bobbing under the silky material was terribly exciting.
Our eyes met and I wondered at once if possibly she was a prostitute, but after a second glance at her brief miniskirt and her bare feet in sandals, I knew that she wasn't. Prostitutes invariably dress as such, to tease and lure, while the ordinary French girl on the make is tres chic and ultra fashionable in the variety of clothing she purchases.
I winked at the pretty girl and was not at all surprised when she grinned back at me, displaying even white teeth. Cala usually has a wonderful, sunny smile on her face and she's also has a very even disposition.
I motioned for her to join me at the table. In the afternoons in summer in Paris, the cafe's are not very busy and there was no table close to me which was occupied.
"Do you speak English or French?" were her first words to me as I moved a chair next to her.
"I speak English," I announced and her face broke into a wide grin. As she sat in front of me, the table now between us, she crossed her knees and as she did I was rewarded with a glimpse of her pussy which seemed so soft and bird like. Wearing no panties is quite common in France when the girl is wearing a miniskirt, but when she wears slacks or dungarees, the panties are always obvious.
"I knew you did," she laughed. "I can always tell...."
She then told me she was French but that she had lived in America, in Ohio, for a couple of years and this is where she learned the English language.
I could hardly keep my eyes on her lips so attractive was the rest of her body, and I could tell she love exhibiting it. She moved closer to me and our knees touched.
I remember thinking, well, here's another one for the mill, and wondering just how erotic, how sensual she was.
Once her hand caressed her breast and when she noticed my seeing this gesture, she did it again and my prick jumped again.
Well, it was a case of mutual sexual attraction at the same time. I suggested that we go to my hotel and drink there, that it was cooler-and it was, truly.
Gala laughed and said that this was the fastest seduction she'd ever had. I laughed back and then told her how long it usually takes me to invite a girl to my room.
Off we went, hand in hand and the sensations throbbing through my groin were intense; and Cala told me later that it was the same for her that her pussy began to cream almost immediately when she sat down, that her breasts began to swell and she couldn't wait to see my prick, to touch and caress it and to stroke it before sucking it, then wanting to fuck it so badly she could hardly contain herself.
At the hotel we climbed the stairs and I opened the door.
"Oh, this is just perfect for an afternoon of love," she exclaimed, preceding me into the hotel room. I put my arms around her narrow waist and hugged her tightly, Cala resting her head back on my shoulder. I kissed her several times and her tongue dipped immediately into my open mouth. I used my hands to fondle her breasts so beautifully naked under the sheer black chiffon blouse.
"This feels wonderful," she said, pulling her blouse out of her skirt. She then took off the bolero wrap and unbuttoning the blouse with my hands under the silky material, stroking and clenching her naked breasts, tossed it onto a chair. Now Cala was nude from the waist up.
I pulled her down on the bed, her back to me. I started kissing her hair, then her warm neck as my fingers swam over her breasts, Cala sighing in rapture as the sensations swept over her body.
"This is so wonderful. I love thing like this to happen of me," she sighed, unbuttoning the side buttons of her skirt and wiggling out of it.
What a beautiful body this French girl had! Her breasts were glorious and her pussy triangle so enticing my hard prick throbbed again and again as she sat back in my lap. Using one finger I began to draw circles on her naked thigh, Cala spreading her legs apart and then kicking off her sandals without unstrapping them.
Now she was stark naked in my lap.
"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked plaintively, and then she turned her head to smile at me. "I would like it very much if you would," she said, "it's been days since I've had a good lay!"
"I'll do more than that," I replied.
In response, Cala began to rub her naked buttocks over my stiff prick, her hands grabbing hold of my hands as they caressed her breasts....
This was the beginning of our relationship and I won't bother to go into the details of the initial seduction at this point, because there is much, much more to come.
I will tell you that when the first fuck was over, and after I'd licked her entire naked body, she lay quietly in my arms and whispered: "I want you to live with me because you're just the greatest lover I've ever had."
I sucked on her cute little asshole once more and this seemed to seal the bargain.
CHAPTER TWO
It was that very evening that we were introduced to Andre at the Select Bar. It was also the time of the invitation to stay in his apartment, but because we'd already paid a new hotel a week in advance and the manager of the hotel would not return our money, we had little choice.
But we did accept Andre's invitation to supper that night.
Carla wore a wrap-round minidress with no panties and no brassiere, her luscious breasts free to wobble and excite me as we taxied to the Rue de Monument where the huge building complex existed. We had difficulty finding his apartment but finally accomplished it.
Andre was apparently very eager to have us and the dinner was as elaborate as the apartment itself. Andre went out of his way to please us and when we finished eating, Cala suddenly announced that she wanted to take advantage of Andre's bathtub the hotel in which we were staying having none.
"I need an audience," Cala laughed, taking off her wrap-round and standing in the dining room totally nude.
"And we'll be happy to provide it for you," I said, and then I suggested to Andre that it would be nice if we were also nude.
Andre grinned, and, as I took off my shirt and trousers, I watched his eyes yearning to examine my genitals. My prick was semi-hard now, and this occurred only seconds after Cala stripped, turning round and round for us to examine her luscious beauty so brilliantly naked.
"She's got a fantastic body," Andre exclaimed!
"And it needs lots of attention," Cala replied.
"And we'll see to it that it receives it," said Andre in quick return.
"But first I want to be immaculately clean," Cala said, fondling her naked breasts for us as she danced to the music on the stereo.
"But I'd like you a little dirty," I said, remembering how good her cunt tasted to me when I'd first sucked her, the slight odor of urine exciting my nostrils as I licked and sucked her pussy for her.
"I'm just a little dirty now," Cala said, watching as Andre took down his trousers. Andre's cock was just as stiff as mine and it was a beauty.
Sometimes I'm in the mood for cocks, not often, but when the sprit moves, I feel inclined to obey. Cala and I had discussed this, Cala telling me one long story after another about her sex life, about her mother, her father, her little brother and sister, the total incestuous relationship she shared with them since she was 12 years old.
"You both have gorgeous pricks," Cala cried out, kneeling in front of the two of us, using one hand for each prick, slowly stroking our rigid members, her lips kissing our bellies, her tongue licking at the scrambled pubic hairs as her fingers worked up and down, exciting our turgid pricks, both of us now standing close together, Andre putting one arm over my naked shoulder just as I did to him, my fingers tracing up and down his back.
"Let me watch you play with each other," said Cala, kneeling back on her knees, her hands once again clutching her naked breasts, squeezing and massaging them as Andre put his hand on my rigid cock as I did the same for him, our naked bodies close as Cala urged us to jerk each other off.
Andre's fingers curled around my staff, racing up and down, then reaching under to fondle my balls, then starting to kiss my shoulder.
I had never kissed a man, and said so.
"So I do it," cried out Cala, "and if I can do it, why can't you?"
I remember balking slightly, then having to agree with the lascivious Cala, kissing Andre's shoulder, my hand working his stiff prick as his was massaging mine.
"I also suck cocks, you know that!" said Cala now creeping closer on her knees to kiss the tips of our pricks, her tongue whipping from one to the other as we jerked each other off.
"This is fun!" Cala said, cupping our balls in the palm of her hand as we continued to fondle and stroke each other's cock.
"Now let me see you face each other and kiss! "
I was more embarrassed than Andre. This much was obvious to both of us. Andre apparently had much more experience kissing men than I had. His tongue flicked inside my mouth and I could feel his whiskers brushing across my cheeks.
Cala was now kneeling between us, her hands racing up and down our cocks as she kissed my balls, then his, her swift tongue darting rapidly all over our hanging balls, the jabs of her tongue and the motion of her hands arousing both of us, this fact evident because of the way we suddenly found ourselves kissing each other, our hands clutching the other's naked buttocks as Cala's tongue did its teasing job on our balls.
"It's so lovely from down here," she cried, "I've always wanted to be in this position. I just love it. It makes me feel very funny, but I love it," she sighed, as her hands now cupped our saliva-coated balls, massaging and squeezing them, my body beginning to tremble as Andre licked my lips and flicked his tongue in and out of my mouth.
"Will you let me watch you fuck each other, too?"
This hadn't even entered my mind, but the mere mention of it from Cala's pretty lips excited me. I had never fucked a man up his asshole but I knew that Andre had. This was also very obvious by the way he was using his fingers around my asshole.
One finger tip was probing, questing as I began to squirm in response to the titillating sensations which were now making my naked body perspire and my balls become swollen, Cala now kissing them avidly, her tongue flashing and twirling all over my thighs, up the shaft of my stiff prick, then down again to my thighs before darting back up to my balls.
Andre's finger began to creep into my asshole. At first it pained me, then the thrills began to abolish the pain as his finger sank in deeper and deeper, Andre now kissing me wildly, his breathing rapid and his heart palpitating against my chest.
"I love to watch boys when they're hot," Cala exclaimed, now fondling my ass while Andre's finger dug in and out, my prick quivering as Cala's tongue worshipped it.
"And I can't wait till you get fucked by each other," she sighed, now kneeling up and kissing my stomach, her tongue licking as her fingers caressed my behind.
"I can see Andre's finger go in and out! It's a thrilling sight," Cala sighed again, now caressing my body and scratching my perspiring flesh with her fingernails.
Andre's finger was now plunging in and out of my sweaty asshole, now and then Andre wiggling it around inside as I could almost feel it lubricating. The sensations were absolutely thrilling and so unusual I almost wanted to ask him to fuck me-that's how hot his love-making was.
We were still kissing passionately, his tongue squirming all over my face, then burying itself deep into my mouth as my passions increased, his finger dancing madly now as Cala began to murmur and moan as she hugged our bodies closer together, her open mouth sweet and tender as it caressed our bodies now pressed so tightly close.
Andre pulled his mouth away from mine.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked in a low voice, his hands now caressing my buttocks as he stood near to me.
"Oh, yes ... ohoooo, yes," Cala squealed, "you must say yes. You must say yes you want to be fucked up the ass," she squealed again.
Cala now wanted to be in charge and to tell the whole truth this fact didn't bother me as much as I thought it might have.
"Get down on your knees, on all fours," Cala told me. "and I want to watch Andre kiss you bottom and lick you, okay?"
I smiled and obeyed.
Now on all fours I glanced around to see Andre also smiling as he gripped my naked waist and began to kiss my ass, his tongue licking over my bare buttocks, then slowly, teasingly, licking between my buttocks which his hands were now slowly spreading open.
"Lick it ... lick it!" Cala was squealing, "I want to watch every moment, every lick!" She sat down close to me and I felt her hand sneak under my belly and begin to caress my prick, her fingers curling around my thick, hot shaft, then snaking down to grip my hanging balls, her lips kissing my flank as Andre's tongue worked all over my flesh, coating it with his saliva.
"Oh, you know what? You know what?" Cala screamed, "I want to whip your buttocks for a minute. I just feel like that," she cried out, sitting up and ripping my belt out of my trousers.
Now, this was something else altogether! I thought, wondering just how violent the scene would be. But, strangely enough, again I felt quite reasonable about it. Why not? Why not get my ass whipped and then my asshole fucked by Andre's enormous cock?
It would be a brand new experience and I was never one to pass up new experiences. I braced my self and watched as Cala stood facing my feet, her bare feet on either side of my head.
"Kiss my toes first and ask for a good whipping!" she demanded with no other ceremony. "Look up at my cunt and tell me how much you love it!" she cried as the first stroke of my belt slapped my naked, saliva-coated buttocks.
"Get back, Andre," Cala said and then she began to rain blows down on my smarting flesh as I kissed and licked her toes, then at her command, raised my head to stare at her luscious cunt and tell her how luscious and how beautiful it was!
"Kiss it, suck on my cunt while I hurt your ass," she said, and I did just this as the belt crashed and smashed all over my naked behind.
"Now," said Cala, breathing heavily from the exertion, "Andre, get your fat cock up his ass. I want it to hurt him," she cried out, spreading her thighs apart and sitting on my shoulders as Andre began to poke his flushed, dribbling prick up my ass. I winced at the first deep thrust, then my asshole opened up wide and his fat hot prick sluiced in, Andre pumping and pulling out as his prick swelled up inside my ass channel.
The weight of Cala's nude body and the touch of her delicious buttocks on my shoulders was sheer delight as Andre's prick surged inside my fuming asshole.
"Oh, yesssss, fuck him ... fuck his ass...." she cried, fingering her wet pussy, then her clitoris as she rode erotically on my back.
"I could feel the juices from her drooling pussy coating my back as she began to slide all over me, balancing on her feet, screaming encouragement to Andre who really needed very little, I thought....
CHAPTER THREE
So, that was my first ass reaming but it was not to be the last. After leaving Andre's apartment that evening, the exotic scene occupied Cala's thoughts far into the night.
"I want you to ask me to fuck your asshole," she repeated more than once. "I'm going to love fucking you now that you've lost your virginity," she joked, rubbing my buttocks as we walked down the street to our hotel.
"I have a girlfriend who has a thick dildo, just as fat as Andre's cock," she said, "and I'm going to borrow it and fuck you silly!"
I had some mixed feelings on the subject, but if it pleased the darling Cala, I knew I would let her do anything she wanted to do. She seemed to be weaving a spell over me and I began to feel more and more passive. I don't know why this was, but the feelings of passivity were undeniable as she began to 'push me around' if those are the words for her growing sadism which began to dominate her thinking.
Even before climbing, the stairs to our room in the hotel, she insisted I take off my pants and let her stare at my naked buttocks.
"I'm going to whip you silly, if you don't behave me. Do what I tell you, Charley."
My name on her lips seemed strange to me.
Once inside the room, she stripped naked and threw her darling body down on the bed. She smiled up at me and I stood there feeling quite silly about the whole business. The reality of the hotel room seemed quite different from the atmosphere in Andre's grand apartment. The hotel room was stark and bare now and I could suddenly see cracks in the wall, dust on the floor, and I had many other criticisms which I kept to myself.
"Strip down and come here!" she commanded.
I stood near the bed and Cala reached out her hand and grabbed my prick, stroking it and caressing it with what seemed a mixture of affection and tenderness, yet at the same time, a definite sadism was expressed as her fingers twisted and pulled on my swelling, turgid tool.
"Did you enjoy your whipping, Charley?" she asked, a gleam in her pretty eyes as her other hand began to cuddle my balls, then her fingers squeezing them, a shock of pain shooting though my groin as she grinned up at me.
"Yes," I replied, "I did."
"Now, did you really, Charley?" she teased, her one hand jerking my cock roughly, her other fingers cupping my balls, alternately squeezing and squashing them in her palm as I stood nearer to the bed, staring down at her delicious cunt, her bushy curly pussy hair revealed as she parted her white silky thighs.
"Yes."
"You want more from Cala? Want another beating, Charley?"
"Yes," I heard myself saying and already the weird passions began to circulate through my groin.
I could see the nectar forming on Cala's pussy lips which were gleaming, glistening in the light from the bed table. She was opening and closing her gorgeous thighs as her fingers swirled all over my hot, throbbing genitals.
"Ask me for another whipping, and this time I'm going to use something else ... it'll be a pleasant surprise for you, Charley!"
"I want you to whip me, Cala," I whispered, the sound thrilling to me. I couldn't get over how aroused I was now as she continued to give both pain and pleasure to my throbbing testicles and my hard prick.
"Would you like me to bite your prick while I whip you?"
"Yes," I said, "I want you to bite my prick and lick my balls and suck on my cock while you whip me hard," I told her, hearing her ask as she began to work her thighs more rapidly, looking down at her lower body so startling and beautifully erotic in the light.
"Lick my feet now, Charley," she ordered, raising both legs up to the direction of my face. She wiggled her toes across my lips as I held both her ankles up in the air, Cala smiling lasciviously at me, her lovely round breasts seeming to become more swollen in front of my eyes as her hands now having left my genitals, began to caress and stroke her delicious breasts.
Her dewy pussy was now fully exposed to my eyes. Her mound of venus was very exciting as her pussy lips began to pout as her passions increased, her fingers now pulling on her erect nipples, Cala gyrating her hips as I kissed and licked the soles of her feet with my tongue.
Her candied cunt was now more appetizing than before as her belly quivered, her fingers agitating her fluttering breasts, her naked body bewitching as the friction of her fingers on her globes increased.
"Ohooooooooo, Charley, this is living," she sighed, then she gasped as I nibbled on her toes, Cala wiggling them inside my mouth, her breasts entrancing to my sight as I wondered to myself what the pretty young girl had in mind to do.
"Suck them ... yesssss, ohoooo, Charley, suck on my toes," she squealed as passion gushed throughout her deliciously naked body.
"Now, Charley, get over me in 69. I want you to suck on my pussy for me. I want you to eat my pussy while I look up at your balls and your prick and your asshole, I want to lick you bottom before I whip you, Charley," Cala sighed, her palms embracing her breasts, her pussy dribbling with honey juices as I climbed over her, my prick hanging down, just a little limp as I buried my face between her white soft thighs.
"That's it, Charley, that's it ... ohooooo, God, yessssss, wow! wow!," she cried as I began to lick over her soft, warm belly, teasing her pussy mound with my tongue, licking her pussy hair, the sensation of her hair on my lips really arousing me, my prick stiffening once more as I felt her lips brush across the head of my cock, then her tongue darting out to give it several swift licks.
"Suck me ... ohooooooo, eat me ... lick my cunt ... it feels so good ... so very good, Charley ... I love it, ohoooo wheeeeeee, yessssssss ... I love it!!"
Cala's ardor was intense as I splashed my tongue inside her quavering pussy, flushing her clitoris.
She began to moan softly as I plied my tongue and used my nose to rub her erect clitoris, the taste of her flustered pussy musky at the same time it was sweet and sour, my tongue springing opened her elastic pussy lips as she began to buck her groin into my juice-covered face.
"Yesssss ... eat me. Eat me! Charley!!" I began to rotate my hips, feeling my balls slapping against her chin as her hands fondled my naked buttocks, one finger grazing across my open asshole, the same passions I'd experienced from Andre's eager finger, sweeping over my body. I could feel the sweat gathering in my armpits as I sucked her ambrosial cunt, my tongue surging inside the sweet, precious honeyed hole.
I whirled my tongue around her clitoris, exciting a new turbulence in her crotch as she raised up and arched her back, undulating her hips, my hands gripping her firm buttocks, my fingers squeezing her delicious bottom globes, then my finger doing much the same as her finger, brushing over her open asshole, dipping into the depths of her juicy cunt, punching in and out as I finger fucked her gurgling hole.
Cala began nipping my balls. I could feel her teeth snapping at my testicles as I swung them over her face. I lowered my body slowly, feeling my erect tool brushing over her chin as she now began to stroke my prick with one hand, the other fingering my asshole.
"I love it down here," she cried out. "I just love to look at a man's asshole, it's so hairy and even pretty," she gasped as I dipped my tongue again and again into her cunt, my finger slowly pushing into her open asshole.
"Ohooooo, yessss, let's finger each other's asshole at the same time, Charley," she squealed as she punched her piercing finger up my ass, me parting my thighs to grip her ears, now rubbing lasciviously all over her face.
When she speared her finger deep up my ass, I returned the honor, Cala arching her back and thrusting her hips as I let my finger linger in her magnificent pussy, gloating over the luscious sight of her wide open pussy, acutely hot now and ready to flood her precious honey onto my tongue.
I knew I could make her explode quickly if I bit on her clitoris and sucked her cunt and poked up her asshole with my finger simultaneously.
Slowly I rolled over on my side, dragging Cala's luscious body with mind, Cala understanding and helping up not to lose our position.
Now her thighs surrounded my face, her delicious ass pushing back on my finger as she buried her head between my open thighs, her finger still buried up my asshole, her hand jerking my prick wildly as I sucked and licked and chewed on her vibrating pussy bps, my finger dipping in and out of her arched behind, piercing deeply, boring and screwing into her fiery asshole.
"God ... God ... Ohoooooo," she moaned as she now began to really puncture my asshole, her hand slaving on my tool as her mouth and lips brushed over my thighs. I could feel her tongue licking my balls, then suddenly she removed her hand from my cock and curled it under my balls, her tongue licking and her teeth nibbling on my testicles.
"Ohooooooo, essssssss ... suck ass suck ass!" she kept repeating, "fuck my asshole, ohoooo, Charley, I remember ... I remember you getting fucked up the ass. It's so lovely, it's so beautiful," she screamed as I worked feverishly to make her shoot off, literally swallowing her pussy lips in my mouth.
I bit her clitoris severely and this drove her wild with desire, her mouth covering my thick turgid tool as I sucked furiously on her cunt. My cock was scheduled to explode any second as she sucked it deep down her throat, still fingering my asshole.
When the orgasm struck her, my tongue and mouth were scorching her pussy as she worked devotedly on my screaming tool as it shot load after load of white hot juice down her throat, Cala gagging, the lovely siren sucking like a vulture, swallowing my thick, sticky juices.
... when my face was covered with her singeing juices, I pulled my face away, if only to catch my breath.
The luscious Cala rolled off my body and sat up.
"Now, I'm going to whip the living shit out of you," she seethed, leaping from the bed....
CHAPTER FOUR
Cala forced me to my hands and knees facing a full-length mirror against one wall. Opposite this mirror, but to a slightly oblique position, was another mirror. It was smaller and the double reflection was superb. I had not noticed the combination before, nor had I thought of a possible use for it, I mean, an erotic use such as Cala had in mind. This was obvious by the way she directed and arranged the details.
It took the beautiful girl a while to get ready. She now wore a golden chain around her narrow waist. Her hair fell softly over her naked, ivory shoulders. On her lovely feet she wore spike heeled, open-toed sandals which were extraordinarily sexy and exciting, her scarlet painted toenails wiggling as she went about the business of preparing me for her personal sacrifice to the Gods, but so far, she'd not announced which Gods!
Naked now except for the thin golden belt and the seductive sandals, she put on a pair of sheer black nylon panties. I could see her delightful bush of pussy hair forming a soft pillow in her crotch.
Next she selected a costume-type girdle which rose up to just under her delicious nude breasts, the bottom edge came to just below her belly button.
She unattached the stocking belt apparatus and returned it on top of her suitcase. Then, from a pocket of her suitcase she reached for a canister of spray perfume and began to drench her body with the sweet aromatic stuff, the room already filling up with the sweet, sensual odor of the perfume.
All this while Cala was smileless. I watched her every move in the mirror, my prick hardening and softening alternately, depending on what the pretty sadist was doing, how she was standing-her legs astride, my prick would stiffen, etc.
Now I watched as she opened another suitcase. Rooting into it, under her clothing, I saw her remove what is known as a bartenders' stick, or the release stick for beer in kegs, beer on tap, if you know what I mean!
"I bought this in England," she said, these words her first in some while. "I always thought I'd have a use for it. I know it's ornamental, but it's also utilitarian," she added, brandishing the long pole-like object.
This 'stick' was about 3 feet long, painted a shiny black with a golden head. The diameter of the head resembled a prick, and the diminishing circumference of the shaft easily reminded one of a long animal-like cock. It was really a threatening instrument and my asshole began to quiver, wondering if she intended to fuck me up the ass with this monster, or was she only going to whip me with the other end of it. I didn't know.
I had to admire Cala. Now that she'd married the idea of savagery to the reality of it, interested me very much.
As I would stare at her lovely nylon covered buttocks, then up to her swinging breasts so delightfully free, swinging and naked, her pert pink nipples erect and responsive to what was obviously going to happen, then glance down to her shimmering thighs and that bulging mound of cannibal cunt, down lower to her calves and shapely ankles, then to her pretty feet so perfectly exposed in the spike sandals, all I could think of was that she was a remarkable girl, both mentally, physically, sensually, erotically and sadistically.
"You like what you're looking at, don't you, Charley?"
"Yes" '
"Are you ready for the first part of our little game?" she asked, her eyes smiling for the first time. She walking over to me, again brandishing the 'stick', her hand running up and down the thick black shaft, then her fingers curling around the golden head of the monstrous prick-like instrument.
Playfully she rubbed the end of the stick over my buttocks, then rubbed it again between my thighs, up and under to my swaying balls.
Then, pretending it was a baseball bat, she swung at my exposed, rock-hard prick, bumping the cockhead gently, again a weird smile on her pretty face.
Then, she really surprised me. I had anxiously been waiting for whatever punishment she had planned, but she was delaying it so long, she really had me guessing.
Over at her suitcase, she returned with the garterbelt attachment she had removed from the sexy costume girdle.
Kneeling down alongside me, her lovely breasts so lusciously nude and exciting, swaying as she worked, she first tied one of the garters around my neck.
"Say nothing; keep still," she commanded, spreading her white soft thighs for balance as she continued.
Running the other garter strap down the middle of my back, she wrapped it skillfully around the base of my throbbing balls.
"Hold this for a minute, Charley," she said matter-of-factly as she got up and went to her suitcase. She came back with a chain belt.
"Now," she grinned, "I can strap up these huge balls so they won't get in my way," she grinned again, almost laugh as I felt her wrapping my balls into the elastic of the garter belt.
This was a strange and weird sensation as she hooked the chain belt into the garter edge and then pulling it taut up and running it up under my belly, over my chest and up around my neck, securing the end of the chain belt to the other garter strap.
I felt like some wild animal captured in the jungle, my balls paining and aching as she tested the strange apparatus, making sure it exerted the right pressure on my balls, hugging them tight and close to my penis base, leaving my buttocks completely free of them, my balls now unable to dangle or get in the way, my asshole quite exposed and free of any encumbrance.
Cala giggled and then stood up. "You look perfectly absurd!" she announced, standing, her lovely long legs astride, my being able to see everything in both mirrors as now she cupped her breasts and looked down at me.
"First I want you to watch me play with myself," she said. "This should make that prick of yours so stiff and hungry for me. I'll burst apart ... and it's going to give me a real appetite to whip you!!"
"But first, Charley, I'm going to make you a nice drink, because I just know you're going to need one...."
She returned from the bathroom with a glass. Then, she squatted right next to my face, her back resting against the full-length mirror, her white thighs wide apart, the glass held in her left hand.
With her right hand she began to cuddle her lovely breast, making it shake and tremble, making her fingers work on the nipple, pulling and pushing it back in as she stared silently down at my awkward form all bound up in her garter belt and the chain belt.
Then she closed her eyes. Her left hand holding the glass between her crotch. She placed the mouth of the glass over her pussy mound so sweetly visible through the sheer nylon panties.
Then she began to pee through her panties, aiming her hot urine right into the glass. I could see her yellow piss bubbling through the silky material of the panties and dribbling into the glass.
"Like what you see, Charley?"
I remember sighing. It was a perfectly thrilling and wholly erotic sight. I'd never watched a female in the squat position and peeing at the same time. The scene was vulgar yet so sexually exciting my prick could have exploded. I wanted several times to reach out for her, or crawl closer to nurse on her other bare breast, but I didn't do so in fear of her stopping the exotic act.
Slowly the glass began to fill up, her hot urine seeming to squish and squirt through the material of her panties, a real fountain of beauty as her piss flowed freely from her delicious pussy, filling up the glass.
"There, Charley," she sighed, "that's enough hot piss for you right now, don't you think?"
Oh my God! I remember thinking. Did she have some weird, crazy idea that I was going to drink her piss?
I asked her, shaking my head with disbelief when she simply nodded, handing the glass to me. Then changing her mind and putting the rim of the urine-filled glass against my lips much in the same manner a nurse would do with a patient in the sickbed.
"Drink it, sip it, Charley, it's precious hot stuff," she grinned maliciously, her tongue wiggling over her lips, wetting them lasciviously!
I couldn't pretend to drink it, I had to drink it, and the taste was surprisingly not at all offensive. The odor was slightly stingy to my nostrils, but otherwise it wasn't as bad an experience as I had immediately anticipated.
I sipped at least half of the hot yellow liquid and swallowed it. Then she raised the glass to her own lips and swallowed a mouthful.
"Not bad for a hot drink before a hot whipping and then a good old fashioned ass fucking, is it Charley?" she laughed, and I liked her laugh. There was magic in it!
She then returned the glass to the bathroom and coming back, picked up the strap from my trousers. Wielding this belt, she stood behind me. She spread her thighs wide apart and raising up on her toes began to slap my naked buttocks. At first the whip lashes were gently, no two landing in the same place, then they became rougher, slamming down with a total ferocity on my fiery buttocks, my prick boiling as the belt slashed and whipped, as she wielded at under to the base of my lashed-up balls, then higher up on my back, over my shoulders, then around under my belly where the stinging tip of my belt contacted the end of my cock making it shiver and tremble with need.
I could hear her pussy responding as she used her fingers, having slipped them under the edge of her panties as she continued to whip me savagely, the nymph struggling for breath as her arm thrashed down on my trembling body, my sweat flowing like water as she singed my body with the whip.
"Oh, this is fantastic," she cried out more than once, slashing and beating me until my ass was bright red and raw from the belt lashing.
Then, suddenly she stopped. She caught her breath. She threw down my belt, then she walked around in front of me.
"Up on your knees now, Charley. I want you to take down my panties and kiss my pussy. It's soaking wet," she gasped, spreading her thighs wide apart as I obeyed her command!
CHAPTER FIVE
On my back with my head between her legs, Cala still on her knees, her panties down to her ankles I washed out her sweet pussy with my tongue.
It was the juiciest ever, hot white cream dripping on my tongue as she rode back on and forth on my upturned face, her hands cupping her breasts as she moved deliciously all over my face and my sucking, licking tongue.
"It's just fantastic, Charley. I love to have you in this position so I can see that huge prick standing up so straight and waving at me. Ohoooo, yessssss ... Charley, suck and lick, wash my cunt with your tongue ... yessssss ... ohoooo, suck it, SUCK IT!!"
My mouth seemed to be full of her pussy hairs as I licked and chewed, as she rubbed her hot creamy pussy all over my open mouth. Sometimes she would press her cunt lips down so hard over my mouth and nose I had difficulty breathing, Cala rocking back and forth, her hands fondling and stroking her luscious naked breasts as she reached a violent, a stunning orgasm before rolling back and landing on the floor.
She lay quiet for the longest while. I began to masturbate my prick staring at her gorgeous half naked body, Cala with her thighs spread, her pussy bleating and still leaking juice over her thighs.
With my tongue I lick my lips and as much of my mouth as I could, then I picked out most of her pussy hairs from between my teeth.
I rolled over on one side to watch her more closely. Her pretty eyes were closed and her hair was all messed up from the violent activity of the whipping. Her bare toes looked most inviting to me and I inched up to kiss them and she loved it, silently wiggling them as my tongue roamed over her gorgeous, dainty toes.
They she said, and in a most abrupt tone, "Let me alone now, Charley. Untie your balls and put everything back except the 'stick' because I have great plans for that, you know ... don't you?"
I nodded and once more she closed her eyes. Then she stretched out her sweltering body and relaxed as I laboriously untied the garter belt and the chain belt, standing up and replacing them on top of her suitcase.
My prick was still hot and hungry for her cunt, but as I looked down at it, that luscious dark, murky hole, that pit of fire, I had to wonder if she would let me fuck her now, now that she surely and obviously had the upper hand over me.
I stood there quietly jerking off my prick, my legs spread and when she heard the friction of my fingers on my glistening hot shaft, she opened her eyes. Just the suggestion of a smile played about her bps.
"Come a bit closer, Charley. Yes, that's right. Put your feet on either side of my hips and let me watch you masturbate that lovely prick. Sometimes I just love to look at it. It makes me hot, even though you just tongued me into a frantic orgasm, Charley."
There was just the slightest note of tenderness in her voice, the first I'd heard in a long time.
"Charley, now kneel down on you knees so your prick's a bit closer to me, but don't stop playing with it. Use your fingers up and down and all over and make it really hot....
"Charley, you know what I think I want you to do for me?"
I answered that I did not.
"I want you to shoot all over my breasts and my face, if you can. I think I'd like that. It's never been done to me," she sighed, stretching and making her half naked body more comfortable as I kneeled over her, her legs between my spread open thighs, her bare breasts lovely to look at now as her hands reached up to stroke and massage them as I continued to jerk off my boiling hot prick.
"Come on, Charley, make it hotter! Come onnnnnn, Charley," she moaned, her voice low and sultry as I worked my fingers and the palm of my hand up and down my moist tool, her tongue lashing out as I started to come several times, drops of my juices falling down on her hands as she rubbed her breasts, anointing her nipples with my leaking fluid.
"Ohoooooo, Charley, yes, Charley ... ohooooo, please ... shoot offffff, yessss ... Charley," she groaned and sighed as her hips began to rotate under me, my riding up and down, shaking my cock, whipping it and then gently soothing it with my fingers as she got hotter and hotter wanting desperately for it to shoot all over her, wanting my hot creamy come to flow and spurt over her breasts which she was now mashing and massaging with her fingers and palms, her eyes glued to the tip of my prick, her lips wet from her licking tongue.
"I need it ... ohoooooo, I need to see it shoot, Charley ... please ... I think I can come without any thing but the sight of your darling cock coming all over me ... please, Charley, please...."
Were the tables turned, even for a brief moment, I was wondering when suddenly an uncontrollable sensation shot through my groin and my prick leaped up like some primitive monster, bursting and scrambling as I tickled my balls with my free hand, pumping the shift of my exploding cock with the other, aiming the spurting, jetting juices that shot forth all over her breasts, Cala gyrating under me, undulating her hips, her hands spreading my come all over her swollen breasts, her fingers catching my juice as I fumbled it out of my churning cock, one glob hitting her right in the mouth, her tongue licking it up and a small smile in her eyes as she massaged my come all over her glowing naked flesh.
"Ohooooo, yessss ... it's so, so sticky and so nice and so warm and it makes me feel ... ohooooooo, so funny, Charley ... oh, yes, kept that precious stuff coming ... ohoooooo, yessss ... I love it ... I love it...."
I moved my body up higher, shifting into a new position as she rocked her head back and forth, her eyes closed again as one ecstasy after another swept over her half-naked body, her legs thrashing as the second orgasm whirled throughout her nervous system.
I aimed the remaining drops of my hot semen directly at her open lips, and Cala understood, groaning and grunting as she raised her head to accept my dripping prick into her mouth, her tongue lashing out to lick, then her mouth covering the fat thick churning head of my cock as it dripped the last moisture from my heaving balls.
I rammed my prick deep down her throat and her eyes rocked in her head. Her pupils began to dilate as I fucked her in the mouth with my exhausted tool.
Cala was now swaying her head from side to side, my drooling prick still buried in her sucking mouth. Her breasts were coated with my come, the hot sticky stuff also over her shoulders and a glob of it on her chin.
I couldn't keep from smiling. Perhaps I now had the upper hand? But, did I want it this way? I didn't know as I kept up the mouth fucking, my balls slapping against her chin as she licked and chewed on my once-enraged prick.
Finally, I withdrew my tool, a sloppy sound as it came out now all coated with her saliva. I kneeled back and then sat on her legs.
Cala glanced up at roe, an almost sorrowful gaze in her half-lidded eyes as she threw her arms back over her head and then slowly raised up on one elbow.
"Oh, Charley, that was just wonderful. I'll never forget it ... never, Charley. I've never come that way, and it was just heaven ... just heaven!!"
Then she raised up on the other elbow and once again that strange gleam came into her eyes as she stared into mine.
"Now Charley, stand up. STAND UP!!" The tone in her voice stunned me, but I did as I was told. With this, Cala also stood up and then she approached me.
"Now, Charley, kneel down again and kiss my feet. Then I want you to take off my high heels and lick my toes and all of both feet...."
I did just this.
"Now, Charley, take off my panties and lick the crotch of them while I watch you ... then when you've done that ... to my satisfaction, I want you to take off this girdle and put it back properly into my suitcase...."
I did this, helping her step out of the filmy nylon panties, then kissing them, rubbing them all over my face before I folded up the juicy wet crotch and put it into my mouth, finally sucking up her rich cream and licking the fine silky material until she finally stopped me.
"That was very sweet Charley, now crawl around on your knees and lick my asshole."
She bent over, placing her hands on her knees, her thighs parted, her buttocks open and her darling asshole and her fat hairy cunt lips visible to my hungry eyes.
I first kissed her delicious buttocks, loving her wonderful naked flesh with my wet tongue. Then I licked gently over her perspiring, hairy pussy lips, hearing a slight giggle from Cala's lips as I scraped my tongue between her lips, then began to nibble on them, then grazing my tongue back and poking it into her luxurious asshole, Cala wiggling her bottom lasciviously as I manipulated her bottom cheeks as my tongue wiggled and churned inside her sensitive hole.
"Okay, okay ... okay, Charley, that's enough for you now," she said, standing up straight.
Still on my knees I watched her. She went to the bed and picked up the bartenders' 'stick'.
"So this is next, Charley," she said quietly.
CHAPTER SIX
She ordered me to climb up on the table which she placed in front of the mirror, and when I didn't do it instantly, wanting to light a cigaret, she slapped my bottom and the force of her hand against my tender ass globes was really painful. My ass was still raw and burning from the whipping and my ass hole, from her rough fingers, was also painful.
She dragged up a chair and placing it at one end of the table, leaned on her elbow to stare at my asshole, at my hanging balls, and I suppose at the full length of my dangling penis, still limp from the previous orgasm.
As her hands gripped my buttocks I felt a lingering pain in my asshole, and when she tickled it with her probing finger, letting her finger penetrate about half an inch after wetting it in her mouth, the ache seemed more intense than before ... but there was still a kind of pleasure, a kind of thrill as she leaned closer, so close I could feel her hot breath on my naked flesh.
"You've got the sweetest asshole, Charley," she said in a soft, kind voice, "but it's going to be sore as all hell when I've finished fucking it," she added, getting up and standing thoughtfully behind me.
"Do you have any grease, cold cream, something like that? It'll make it easier for you in the beginning," she said.
I told her where to find it in my suitcase.
Returning, she also brought my belt. Oh, God, I thought, now another whipping. I said as much.
"No, Charley, just a little warming up. I want to whip those heavy balls of yours. That'll warm you up. And if I manage to sting you prick, I know you won't mind, will you Charley?"
"No," I replied, knowing fully well that I would, but once again a swift thrill of anticipation swept over my body as she stood in back of me and in the mirror I could see the reflection of her naked body.
She began to flagellate by my buttocks once again, only this time she seized my balls in one hand as the whip slammed down, stinging my testicles, making me whelp in pain as she persisted in whipping and lashing underneath, several times the tip of my belt just prodding my penis, other times, really flashing against it, making it wave and stiffen automatically.
"What a lovely prick," she exclaimed, her fingers grasping it, her hand groping and rubbing my cockhead as she whipped and teased with the belt.
For some reason I became tense and I began to shiver when Cala stood up on the chair. Now she began to really slash my buttocks. When she would stop abruptly she would reach down and pinch my hot flesh, then her fingers would titillate my prick and balls before grasping them roughly in her hand, shaking and pressuring them, handling them crudely, all the time that evil grin on her face as I watched in the mirror.
Then, she sat down and thought for a moment. Finally she took the jar of grease and began to spread it carefully all over my burning buttocks.
The touch of her long, tapering fingers was sheer delight, and my prick began to grow longer and longer, her fingers unleashing a different pattern of pain as she continued to whip my ass with the belt.
"Oh, Charley, I just know how much you're going to love what I have planned," she announced, halting the whipping momentarily as her hand applied gobs of the slippery grease, her fingers rubbing it into my skin, then one finger testing my burning asshole, penetrating slowly, as if measuring the depth.
I still had only the most vague idea that she was going to use the 'stick.' I sincerely hoped that she had changed her mind, but when I saw her put the top back on the grease jar and stand up and reach for the 'stick', my heart sank down into my feet.
I watched, fascinated, as she rubbed her greasy hand and fingers over the rounded edge of the long black stick with the curiously golden head. Then she smiled.
She wiped her hands on my belly, and putting the stick down a moment, stood up and unsnapped the thin golden belt she was wearing around her waist. She then whipped my left buttock a few times with this and I could hear it singing through the air as she flailed my bottom with it, slight and then heavy giggles coming from her throat whenever I'd wince from the intense pain.
"Now bury your head between your arms and raise your ass high up in the air, Charley. This is your moment!"
I did just this but I kept one eye open as I saw her kneel on the chair the weapon in her hands, her breathing coming faster and faster as she rubbed the greased nose of the black instrument against the lips of my asshole.
"I wonder if it's going to fit, Charley," she said, Saliva forming in the corners of her mouth as she gradually poked the rounded end of the spooky stick into my ass. I spread my thighs as wide as I could to ease the initial pain I anticipated, and I was very much surprised to notice there was little or no pain as the cannon slowly slipped into my asshole.
I suddenly remembered Andre's barbaric, savage plunge, his prick sinking up my asshole and how I waited feverishly for a repetition, but none, apparently was forthcoming.
In the mirror I could clearly see the huge weapon beginning to enter my ass vault, and although the bulk of it was easy to sense, the accompanying friction and pressure of the snout as it shafted me, was not at all unpleasant.
My prick was rigid now and I wished I could jerk off while she fucked my ass. I asked her and she said nothing, but kept shoving the weapon up my smoking asshole.
My prick began to jump and leap as she fitted the stick into my snug hole, and then suddenly a spasm shook my entire body and I felt a deep pain in my groin, which, amazingly disappeared when she pulled out the stick, then plunged it in again, but this time much deeper.
I could see the saliva growing on the corners of her mouth. I could hear the swish sound of the instrument as it sank deeper and deeper up my ass.
Then, she started using it like an assassin, shoving it furiously, wanting to slaughter me as I began to cry out for her to stop, but she wouldn't stop, her hand gripping the slippery tool and ramming it up deep, grilling my asshole, manipulating my hanging balls with her other hand.
Then, just when I was about to accept the whole idea of being fucked with this monstrous pipe in a philosophical manner, she withdrew it with a loud popping noise and I farted several times, the air escaping from my bowels and the muscles of my ass closing.
She got up wordlessly and then petting my bottom affectionately, sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Don't move, Charley," she said. I didn't and although the empty pain was severe, I was able to watch her.
She lay back on the bed and began to rub the greasy tool all over her bare cunt, her eyes closed as her hand slid up and down the greased rod, then her one hand, after wiping it briefly on the bed covers, returning to guide the head of the stick into her own cunt, squealing with pleasure as it sank at least five or six inches into her welcoming hole.
"Ohooooo, Charley ... Ohooooooooooo...." she cried out as she now began to fuck her cunt with the tool.
I started to raise up and just as I did, she opened her eyes and glared over at me. "Don't you move one inch!"
I listened to Cala squealing as she fucked herself with the bulbous tool, and my prick was rabid and hot. I could hear the juicy noises of her pussy as the weapon slid in and out, sluicing her hole and her moans were absolutely fantastic!
Then, again she stopped. She didn't remove the tool. She looked over at me, her eyes glazed.
"Charley, come over here!"
I stood in front of her. I watched as she unscrewed the bottom half of the bartenders' stick. To my astonishment, the interior of the stick contained another long rod with a threaded end.
"Charley, this is like the old-fashioned umbrellas and instead of the handle being only a handle, there was a sword on the end of it, understand?"
I agreed and watched with fascinated eyes as she screwed the small instrument onto the threaded end of the one up her cunt.
I guessed instantly what was on her mind, and she saw the look in my eyes. "That's right, Charley. You're very smart for such a young boy!"
I said nothing to this remark and simply stared as she resumed fucking her cunt with the huge monster.
"Now Charley, turn around and put your ass to me!"
I did just this and she ordered me to spread open my buttocks with my hand and she would guide the horrible weapon into my asshole. The idea was that she would have me sit on the stick so that the opposite end would plunge up my asshole.
I doubted that this maneuver was possible, but it wasn't al all. Using her one hand and opening her legs wide, then resting one foot on my shoulder, the tool glided up my asshole.
"Sit down on it, Charley. Sit down on it and we can fuck together, Charley," she moaned as she felt the pressure of my buttocks descending on her crotch.
The tool was now buried deep in Cala's juicy hot cunt and up my asshole as I began to raise up and down, this motion increasing the friction of the weapon up her cunt. I began to feel a terrific scorching sensation fomenting in my bowels as she began to fuck back, thrusting up and down, arching her back, crying out as her pudding began to gather, her tunnel on fire from the very monstrous size of the stick.
"Ohoooo, My GOD!, ohooooo, yesss. God ... God ... ohooooooo, hurry ... fuck my cunt ... ohoooo, yess. I'm fucking you up the ass, you're fucking my pussy!!"
The vibrations of our bodies working together, the odor of her burning hot pussy and the thrill of masturbating my prick at the same time, the combination of this, including her animal cries and her moans of pleasure and her grunts and her obscene words ... all of this was full measure and I blasted off like a rocket, feeling the tool stabbing my asshole, feeling her body shake and tremble as the orgasm struck her with the force of a cannon shot.
The scene was a charnel house of torment as our orgasms wracked our bodies, as she kept plunging up-wards and I kept up the reverse motions.
When, afterwards, we lay quietly on the bed, our smoking holes cooling off, she hugged and kissed me passionately on the lips. We lay together for some while before the telephone rang....
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You're a glutton for punishment," Andre was saying, after listening to Cala explain our week at the hotel.
Yes, we had finally moved into his lovely apartment and he was saying his 'goodbyes' to us before flying off. Cala was really entertaining him with the lurid, lusty tales of how we'd behaved at the hotel.
There were some stories she didn't tell him, but whether or not this was purposeful, I don't know. It didn't really matter to me.
Well, Andre, being who he is, a procrastinator, among other things, missed his flight. He decided to remain overnight and we ate another lavish dinner.
And it was directly after cleaning up the dishes (Cala did this efficiently), that the telephone rang at about the same time the doorbell rang and since we were all naked, Cala ran to the bedroom and returned with our robes, then she fled into the bath to search for her own. Cala was always misplacing things.
Andre went to the telephone while I answered the door.
"Is Uncle Andre home?" asked a sweet young girl, a mere child, or so it seemed to me, but I didn't notice how full and ripe her breasts were because she was wearing a half-coat.
I told her that he was and asked her to come in, explaining that her Uncle Andre was speaking on the telephone.
"Are you Charley, the man who's going to watch Uncle Andre's apartment while he's gone?" she asked sweetly.
I said that I was.
"My name's Chantal," the girl smiled, "and Uncle Andre said I could use one of the rooms here to study in since Pm taking instruction from a man in the building here who's willing to help me prepare for an examination."
"He didn't mention it to me," I smiled at the young girl, "but I assure you it's okay with us?"
"With us?" the girl asked, passing by me and looking around curiously in the foyer of the great place.
"I have a girlfriend," I replied, nothing that she frowned.
"Oh, well, that's okay, I guess," she responded, and then she smiled when she overheard her Uncle Andre's voice on the telephone in the other room. Watching from the doorway I saw her leap into her Uncle's arms and Andre telling her to be quiet while he finished his business call.
Chantal joined me in the kitchen just at the moment Cala came out of the bathroom. Cala was wearing her wrap-round minidress and I saw immediately she was naked under it. She was also barefoot. I introduced her to Chantal and they kissed in the French style. I still don't understand why the French either shake hands or kiss. There must be some vast difference in the degree of affection they share among one another.
We all sat at the table on four-legged upholstered stools waiting for Andre. I was unaware that my robe was half open, that my pubic hair was visible to Chantal from where she was sitting. Cala was opposite to me on the inside while Chantal sat at the end of the table.
I saw Cala wink at me briefly and then move a bit closer to the young girl, speaking to her in French. I never really listen to French, so I never actually know what's going on. If I do guess right, if I do understand, it always strikes me as some kind of a miracle.
But I was conscious of getting horny, and this happened when Chantal took off her coat. I saw her glance secretly between my thighs, and looking down I realized she could see my smoldering prick from where she was sitting. I also realized that if she craned her neck just a bit, she could see Cala's sweet naked breasts barely concealed under the lapels of her minidress. I also realized, watching closely that Cala had her hand up her dress and was probably fingering her naked pussy.
What was going to happen now? I wondered, and I didn't have too long to wait for an answer.
Suddenly, Andre appeared in the kitchen doorway.
"So, I see you've met Chantal," he said, and then he went on to explain her presence, apologizing for not telling us. Next, I listened to Chantel ask her Uncle if she could sleep over a night or two because it was a long trip home, and of course, after confirming with us, we all agreed that Chantal could stay the entire week if she so desired.
The young girl (14) jumped with glee and then Andre announced that a friend with a private airplane had made arrangements for him to fly off in less than and hour.
And in less than fifteen minutes, Andre already prepared for his journey, packed, and so forth, was gone, leaving Cala and I alone with the very pretty Chantal.
Well, it didn't take long , for us all to become close friends, especially when Cala explained to Chantal that she likes to be naked; and then Chantal asked me if such was true for myself, and of course, it goes without saying that I answered in the affirmative.
"And so do I," the young girl replied, and in a moment more we were all as bare as the day we were born.
I fell in love with her body instantly. Her young breasts were a delight to look at, so plump and ripe, and her nipples so virgin pink. For such a young thing, she was fully matured, her belly rounded and soft, her belly button really cute and soft tendrils of blonde hair rising up from her baby-like crotch; and her crotch, it was simply gorgeous, a narrow triangle of soft blonde pussy hair secluding narrow, well-formed cunt lips, and as she took down her panties I could see that she was already creaming.
She wasn't at all embarrassed with us and we made her something to eat, Chantal hardly able to tear her eyes away from the two of us, especially Cala, Cala's breasts rip and swollen, bouncing and swaying seductively as she cooked eggs for Chantal.
Chantal and I sat really close together on one of the expensive leather couches in the large room waiting for Cala to finish with the rice, or whatever she was cooking to go along with the shirred eggs, and this was a real adventure for the young school girl, her eyes teasing mine, or her eyes caressing my hardening prick, or her eyes examining her own precious, virginal body as we chatted half in English and half in French about her school work.
Cala and I joined Chantal at the table while she ate and sitting opposite four lovely naked breasts is a wonderful experience, especially when neither girl can keep her examining eyes away from the other's naked body.
I just sensed that we would fit well together.
While Cala made up Chantal's room, the young girl took a bath and I sat on the bench in the bath talking to her and watching her bathe her pretty body.
Again, I repeat, there was not one sign of embarrassment. And this fascinated me!!
I dried her off and this is where it started, Chantal backing up to me, her lovely buttocks pressing ever so gently against my throbbing penis, then her hand reaching back to grip hold of it. So natural I could have wondered if the child really was a virgin. She was!
I then kneeled in front of her and kissed her damp pussy, then up to her belly as she giggled and dried her breasts. She playfully kicked my swollen member with her little toes several times as I dried first one lovely naked limb, then the other, finally drying between her toes, tantalizing and tickling her to death.
"Oh, this is going to be a wonderful week for me, I just know I'm going to fall in love with you two," she cried out as Cala suddenly entered the bathroom to embrace Chantal around the waist, planting little seductive kisses on her bare neck and shoulders, then putting her hands up higher to clutch the young girl's naked globes, Chantal leaning back into Cala's naked arms, sighing with great pleasure as I hung up the towel and then kneeling once again, kissed her thighs, spreading her thighs apart very gently until her pink pussy was exposed to my eyes, then carefully licking her thighs up to her open pussy lips, Chantal beginning to rotate her hips as Cala's fingers raced erotically over the young girl's luscious, delicious titties.
"Come, let's go into the other room," Cala said, winking at me, and wordlessly, Chantal followed, her gorgeous rump bouncing and swaying as she followed the equally nude Cala into the front room (so to speak-for every room was in the front-but I mean the largest room in the apartment, the one with several couches and the hi-fi player and the records).
While I selected a soothing record, Chantal and Cala were already petting and necking on the couch! I was impressed that Cala wasted no time in kissing the young girl, and that Chantal's fingers were already caressing Cala's naked thighs, her fingers fondling and stroking her silky white flesh as Cala's mouth covered Chantal's, and before I could return to join them, having stacked the machine, they were already lying close to each other, their naked limbs entwined erotically.
"I'm going to just love it here ... oh, so much, I know," shrilled the young Chantal as Cala put her hand between the girl's open thighs and began to cup her blonde pussy, Chantal spreading her thighs even wider apart, then moving over when I sat down to be close to them, fondling and stroking her toes.
"And we're going to adore having you all week," said Cala, kissing her breasts now, swallowing her nipples as I bent my head to kiss Cala's hand between Chantal's warm thighs, Cala wiggling her fingers and reaching for my tongue as I began to lick up and around, then raising one of Chantal's lovely legs to part her pussy lips so I could see clearly, deep into her virgin hole.
Before that first night was over, Chantal was no longer a virgin! In essence, both Cala and I raped her and strangely enough, it was with Chantal's total permission, the child sucking both our genitals, but obviously preferring to lick and chew on Cala's delicate pussy, which didn't annoy me one bit!
Then we did other things. I sucked both their cunts simultaneously with Chantal lying on her belly on top of Cala, their legs spread wide apart, my fingers having prepared their lovely tight cunts for my tongue, and then for my prick.
"I love fucking ... ohoooo, I just love sucking and kissing and fucking," Chantal moaned just as she fell to sleep between us in the master bedroom.
As I drifted off to sleep I seriously wondered what Uncle Andre would have thought had he known what had happened....
CHAPTER EIGHT
I thought it was the sun pouring into the master bedroom, flooding the king-size bed with its warmth that awakened me, but I was wrong.
Raising up on one elbow to see what was really happening, I saw the young girl fondling my piss hard-on, her petite fingers climbing up and down and squirming around my heavy balls as she experimented with my genitals, a very pleasant smile on her face when she raised her eyes to see me watching her at play.
"I love it when it's so hard like this," she sighed, renewing her gripping, sliding and gliding her palm up and down my stalwart shaft.
"Are you so sexy all the time, Charley?" Chantal wanted to know, bussing the tip of my prick, then kissing it sweetly, still holding it tightly in her little hand, her eyes closed slightly as she opened her lips to let her tongue play over the tip of my prick, then opening her mouth wider to take the head of my hot cock between her lips, using her tongue to wash it, then taking about three inches of my glowing cock into her mouth.
I explained to Chantal that a piss-hard-on was somewhat different from a natural erection such as I had had the previous evening when I fucked her virginity away.
"But it's so lovely now, and so hot and hard! I just love it! Would you like to fuck me again, Charley? I know I'd like to have it back inside me again. You don't have any idea how good that felt, you fucking me and Cala kissing my breasts and playing with my behind with your prick deep into me. Oh, it was just heaven for me! I can't wait for the next time. I love it so! So very much," she said quietly, still fondling and stroking my prick and balls.
That reminded me!
"Where is Cala?" I asked.
"Oh yes, Charley, she gave me a message for you. She said to tell you she had an interview for a translation job and that she'd probably be back by lunch time. She also said you would help me with one part of my lessons."
"I'd be happy to," I told her and then, as I started to get up to head for the bath, the toilet, and then take my shower, Chantal insisted on coming with me.
I kissed her breasts for her, tonguing her sweet nipples, then fondling her pussy when she opened her white thighs to permit my palm to cup her lovely pussy, her eyes closed as I let one finger slip easily between her wet creamy pussy lips, Chantal letting out a low muttering sound, like a soft murmur when my finger slipped into her juicy love nest.
Chantal's honey was already flowing and she seemed in no hurry to end the pleasure my finger was giving her now. I kissed all over her neck and shoulders, then down between her breasts, licking the soft undercurves, then nibbling on her pert nipples, then sliding down over her soft warm belly to kiss the top of her pussy triangle, smelling a wonderful perfume as I worked my fingers, tickling her clitoris.
"Oh, I so love this, it's perfect. I wish I could wake up with you like this every morning of my life," she whispered as I increased the speed of my finger inside her juicy hot hole, still kissing and nibbling, sometimes biting on her nipples, but so gently, and enough to arouse her father as she began to writhe and stretch out her lets, sometimes humping up and down in rhythm with my finger as it explored and probed inside her churning cunt.
"But I have to piss, " I told her, laughing.
And, I really did! My cock could have come in seconds just from making love to Chantal, but I hate to come off with a piss hard-on; there's something really unsatisfying about that kind of an ejaculation.
Laughing with me, Chantal got out of bed and I offered her my finger just out of her cunt to suck on and lick off her juices. She did this eagerly, taking my cream-coated finger and inserting it into her mouth, licking and smiling at me at the same time.
"Oh, do I taste good!" she cried, "I didn't know I could taste so good, but I do remember how delicious Cala's pussy tasted last night."
I explained to the young student, that for the most part, girls always taste good, but still that douching properly helps matters greatly. She smiled and said I was treating her like a sister and she liked this very much.
In the bathroom, she held onto my prick as I started to piss, aiming it into the shower, which I said would be the best place, because pissing with a hard-on is difficult at best, the pee likely to squirt all over the place.
Laughing merrily she had a great time aiming my pissing tool like a fire hose, up and down, then from one side to the other as she fell to her knees to watch the burning hot piss leave the tip of my cock.
"This is great fun! You know, Charley, I always wanted to watch a boy piss, but I've never had to chance."
When my bladder was empty, my prick suddenly returned to normal, but Chantal continued to play with it, and as she squirted the last few drops of piss from it, she brought her lips close and then she looked up at me.
"Do you want me to kiss it now, when it's all wet like it is, Charley?"
I smiled down at her and gripped her head with my hands bringing her face close to my dangling cock.
"Lick it clean," I told her jokingly, a smile in my voice.
"Oh, I will! I will, Charley. I'll lick it clean, oh, so clean for you," she said joyfully, stick-out her tongue to taste the last drop as it leaked out and slipped onto her tongue. Then, to my surprise, she stared to lick up and down my dwindling shaft, her tongue making swift motions as she held my balls in one hand and held onto my knee with her other hand, her tongue washing up and down my cock.
"I just love doing this for you, Charley," she squealed, pressing her naked breasts against my thigh, then rubbing her breasts all over my flesh as she suddenly took my limp prick into her mouth, sucking and chewing on it, smiling up at me as she kneeled at my feet, still rubbing her body over my flesh and purring like a pussy cat as it laps up milk.
Finally, I pulled Chantal up and held onto her luscious naked body, hugging her tightly, lovingly, for I did feel a strange affection for this pretty young girl.
She raised her lips to mine and we kissed.
"You're so sweet to me, Charley," she sighed, as we pulled apart. I kissed her again and I suggested we take a shower together, and she was all smiles as I regulated the water.
"I have to wash my hair anyway," she said as I worried about her getting her hair all wet in the shower.
"Let me wash you, Charley," she asked, pouting her lips, as if she anticipated a negative.
"Sure, you can, darling," I told her and then stood patiently as Chantal rubbed soap all over my body, under my arms, over my neck and shoulders.
Then she kneeled in back of me and squealed with delight.
"Hey, Charley, you've got dimples in your behind," she laughed, rubbing her soapy hands all over my buttocks, then between them, enjoying every erotic moment as her soapy fingers grazed over my asshole.
I bent over a bit and then felt her hand soaping my hanging balls, then her petite fingers reaching out to grip the base of my prick which was hardening slowly, responding to the dainty touch of her fingers as they began to massage the soap into my balls and the base of my cock.
Her slippery fingers felt so good as they raced back and forth from my hardening cock to my hanging balls, then over my asshole as I leaned forward even farther, gripping the shower bar for support.
"Oh, this is so sweet, washing a man's body, I mean," she squealed, now playfully rubbing her finger over my anus, then deciding that she may as well go all the way and she inserted the tip of her digit into my asshole and to make it more interesting for her, I moaned and began to rotate my hips.
"I'm fucking your asshole with my finger," Charley, and I love it! Do you like my finger doing this for you?"
In answer, I began to rotate my hips clockwise and then counterclockwise as her finger sank in even deeper, her laughter as the shower water poured down on us creating a lovely and a very exotic scene.
"Oh, Charley, doing this, fingering your asshole like this and holding your slippery balls is making my pussy all wet, and it's not from the shower water either," she crooned ecstatically.
"I like it" I told her, and then I turned to one side so she could watch as I jerked off my prick which was now bursting hot, boiling hot as my fingers stripped up and down the soapy surface of heated shaft.
"It's so beautiful," she exclaimed, now her finger digging and dipping in and out of my asshole as I swayed back and forth, encouraging her to stick her finger in deeper.
"You like this, don't you, Charley?"
"I love it!" I told her, continuing to jerk, and then sliding back a little to let the shower wash off the soap from my prick.
"Oh, your prick's so clean and shiny now," Chantal shrieked, sliding on her knees around to face my groin, my prick brushing across her nose as she looked up at me, the water from the shower pouring all over her face and her hair now completely drenched.
"I want to suck on your prick now, Charley! Tell me I can ... ohoooo, Charley, tell me to suck on it now. I want you to eat the words, Charley...."
I said the words and the young girl took my prick right down her throat, almost gagging as she swallowed it, wanting more and more as she encouraged me to fuck her in the mouth.
"I'm fucking you in the mouth," I told her. "I'm fucking you in the mouth, Chantal," I repeated and I could see her eyes pleading with me, the shower growing hotter (or so it seemed) and then I knew that she was begging me to shoot off into her mouth but she didn't want my cock to escape her lips even for the brief moment it would take her to ask me, Chantal letting her eyes make her wishes know.
As she began to squeeze my balls, my prick suddenly exploded, filling her mouth with my hot syrup, Chantal sucking madly, wildly as I pumped my semen down her throat, flooding her sucking mouth as she closed her eyes and kept swallowing my hot juice.
When I'd finished she refused to let my cock free, and, I guess, without exaggeration, this was the longest shower I've had in my life....
CHAPTER NINE
As she had promised, Cala returned for lunch, and Chantal and I had just enough time to go over the material she needed tutoring in. The young girl and I had a marvelous morning together, sitting nude on the couch, her head resting on my naked shoulder, her hand massaging my thick tool from time to time as we reviewed the lessons.
Several times we kissed hotly, and Chantal would masturbate my prick wildly as I fingered her pussy and her asshole, Chantal moaning and grunting as I would slip two fingers into her pussy and my thumb up her deliciously tight asshole, Chantal squealing when my fingers would make her body shudder with passion.
Then, as abruptly as we stopped to make love, we would return to the lessons.
* * *
Over lunch, both girls, once naked, sitting opposite me at the table, Cala related her good fortune in landing the translation job. It paid extremely well, and the man had even given her an advance.
"I bought some wild things, I mean, with the fresh money," Cala told us, winking at me, wanting me to guess, but when I started to speak, shushing me up by merely closing her eyes.
While we sipped our coffee, Chantal had her arms around Cala's body, fondling her luscious breasts, or playing with Cala's pussy hairs as we chatted on. Once Chantal bent her head and sucked on Cala's left breast. I watched as her pink tongue lapped and glided over Cala's erect nipple, Chantal's fingers massaging the base of Cala's breast, then squeezing her ripe firm flesh as Cala went on telling me about the translation job.
Then, after the dishes were cleared away and washed and dried, we went into the large room and Cala and I sat on the couch. Chantal sat at our feet, her hands fondling our legs and our toes as the young child told Cala about her experience with me early in the morning, about my piss-hard-on.
Cala was stroking my cock as we both listened and we could tell how thrilling it was for the child to give her version of what had happened, including the suck off in the pouring hot shower.
Then she mentioned about fingering my soapy asshole and this amused Cala very much.
"Oh, yes, Chantal, Charley's asshole loves to be fucked and fingered and even kissed, and he even likes sticks and things up his asshole, don't you Charley?" she asked, turning toward me.
Chantal's hand reached up and clutched my balls and she squeezed them gently.
"Do you, Charley?" she grinned.
"Yes, I answered, feeling slightly peculiar, and also wondering what Cala's intention was. Did she think of converting Chantal into a young sadist to also dominate me? Or did she have something else up her sleeve.
Well, I was to find out the answer soon!
Now both girls were playing with my genitals. Chantal was massaging my balls, her eyes riveted to Cala's hand as it manipulated my prick, Cala's finger traipsing up and down, often their hands meeting, and once both were jerking me off at once, Chantal's dainty fingers at the base of my cock, Cala's fist gripping the top of my cock, her thumb rubbing over my leaking cockhead.
"He also likes to lick and suck on girl's toes, and he likes to eat pussy, too, don't you, Charley?" Cala went on.
I admitted that I did.
"And you want to know another thing Charley loves, Chantal?" Cala asked, an ironic tone in her voice.
Chantal's eyes brightened as Cala told her about whipping my ass and about tying my balls so they wouldn't get in the way of the whip. Then she told Chantal, who was now really mashing my balls with her fingers, about our session with the 'stick', how I sat on one end of it, the stick deep up my ass while the other end was buried deep into Cala's boiling hot pussy, how we both came, my jerking off as I fucked my ass on the stick, this giving immense pleasure to Cala's boiling pussy as the pressure from my weight forced the phallic end of the stick deep into Cala's cunt.
The child was delighted and one of her fingers stole into her own pussy as Cala went on with more and more intimate details of our violent love-making.
"Get on your knees, darling," Cala told Chantel, "and kiss my thighs, sweetheart. I feel all hot now from telling you the story about Charley and I."
Chantal smiled a very pretty smile and did as she was told, lowering her lips to Cala's lovely firm white thighs as Cala spread them slowly, her silky warm flesh exciting to Chantal's eyes, the young girl obviously pleased and aroused at being asked to kiss her thighs.
"Can I kiss up higher?" she asked, her tongue wetting her lips as she still gripped my balls, Cala still jerking off my prick.
"Of course, darling ... of course ... I love it ... and I know you'll love it to," Cala said, sitting back on the couch and raising one leg, finally balancing her bare foot on Chantal's naked shoulder.
"You're pussy's so pretty and so hairy," Chantal cried out, her lips climbing higher and higher on Cala's thigh, Cala parting her thighs wider now as the young girl's lips began to kiss closer and closer to Cala's bushy cunt, her luxurious pussy hair bewitching to Chantal's eyes.
"And your pussy smells so great! I love the smell of it," she said softly. Then she told Cala about tasting her own pussy juices when she sucked my finger clean after I'd played with her cunt.
"I'm going to kiss it now," Chantal said, and she bent her head just as Cala raised her other leg, placing her foot on Chantal's other shoulder, Cala's toes playing with Chantal's cute ears and then running through the young girl's long hair.
"Oh, yes ... kiss it for me ... it needs lots of warm kisses," Cala said, glancing at me and winking as Chantal buried her head between the warmth of Cala's open thighs, brushing her open lips against her pussy hair, thrill after thrill coursing through the young girl's body as Cala began to writhe on the couch, thrusting her pussy up as the young girl began to kiss her body rapidly all over, down her thighs then back up to plant endearing kisses on her warm pussy.
"Can I lick it now?" Chantal asked, her eyes looking up into Cala's, seeming to beg for permission.
"Yes, darling, ohoo, yes ... yes ... YES! darling, do lick it for me. Lick Cala's pussy for her, Chantal, dear."
As Chantal began to lick Cala's pussy lips, Cala used her fingers to spread her hairy pussy lips apart so that her pussy flesh was visible to the child's eyes, Chantal getting the idea and brushing Cala's fingers away, used her own to spread apart the pink glistening pussy lips, then bending her head and kissing and licking the moist dewy flesh of Cala's burning cunt.
"Oh, you do taste wonderful! And it smell so good! I could do this to your pussy all day long, all day long! I just love it!," she cried out as Cala began to respond, thrusting out her darling pussy as the young girl's tongue darted all over the wet lips, Cala's now breathing heavier as the girl's tongue became more active.
"Reach up with one hand and play with my tittie, Chantal," Cala ordered, then glancing at me, she said:
"Charley, get up here on the couch. Stand over me so I can look up at your prick while Chantal licks my pussy. I want to watch you jerk it off the way you did the other time, Charley!"
This was an order, not a request!
I climbed up on the couch and braced my body, straddling Cala's body. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the wall for support. Looking down I could see the two lovely naked girls, Chantal now licking and sucking on Cala's delicious pussy, her tongue washing and lashing as Cala continued to undulate her hips.
Cala's breasts were heaving and so swollen as the child fondled them with her fingers, Cala's moans and mutterings of encouragement reaching Chantal's ears even through her head was now buried deep between Cala's open thighs.
Cala's toes were now wiggling all over Chantal's head and shoulders, then Cala lowered one pretty foot to use her toes to massage Chantal's ripe breasts, her big toe rubbing vigorously over Chantal's pink, erect nipples, the child adoring every moment of this unusual approach.
Cala took her hands away from holding onto Chantal's head and began to stroke my thighs, using her fingernails harshly on my flesh. She then grabbed my balls and held onto to them tightly, actually hurting me as she squeezed, looking up at my prick as I jerked it off.
"Can you come all over my face again, Charley?"
"I think I can," I replied.
"Oh, can I watch ... please can I watch this?" Chantal begged, raising her head for a brief moment.
"I suppose you can, darling, but let's try it another way. Get up her and kiss me and we can both look up and watch. I'll jerk off my own pussy and you do the same, darling, and then when Charley begins to shoot all over us, we'll kiss and lick up all his semen," Cala said, kindling new fires in my groin with her obscene chatter.
Chantal crawled up on the couch and Cala brought her young sweet and juice-covered lips to her own, Cala licking up her own pussy juices which now covered Chantal's chin, even her cheeks and her nose.
"Come on, Charley, we don't have all day! Let's see that prick shoot. That's what we want, isn't it, Chantal?"
And, that's just what the lovely girls got!
My prick erupted and sprayed their faces with my hot semen, Cala's kissing Chantal's face wildly as my juice showered down on them. They hugged and squeezed each other, their legs entwined as my prick fluttered and trembled, shooting my cream all over their faces and into their hair, my tool swelling with wild excitement as I watched them furiously licking up each drop as it would splash down on their faces ... each so hungry to taste my thick sticky fluid that my body seemed to want to spend more effort generate more semen, the girls drinking it up as though it were nectar from the Gods....
CHAPTER TEN
After Chantal licked up and cleaned all of my sperm from Cala's face and her hair, Cala did the same for the young girl, fondling her ripe breasts and fingering her luscious cunt all the while her tongue washed all over her eyes and her cheeks, wherever my hot sperm had spurted.
Then Cala ordered Chantal to lick my cock clean, and Chantal bent to her task eagerly and lovingly , her tongue flashing as it cleaned and made my limp prick shine.
"That was something, real great," cried Chantal when she had finished, sitting back and then hugging Cala with a gleam of joy in her wide eyes.
"Now, I'm going to show you both what I bought with the advance money," said Cala, leaping up, her luscious body still shining with sweat from her exertion moments before. I loved looking at her naked body, at her shapely breasts, so conical and so firm, her pretty pink nipples, her indented belly button and her bountiful growth of pussy hair shielding those perfectly designed cunt lips which I loved to suck, and were now seemingly a fatal attraction for Chantal herself.
"Charley," she said, before leaving the room, "get down on the floor. Chantal, put your feet on his body and kick his prick back and forth and see if you can't get it real hard again," she commanded. Then she turned on her pretty heel and departed to the rear of the apartment.
I lay on the floor. I was still as naked as Chantal was. I was also exhausted from my orgasm which shook me all up, that's how violent it was!
Chantal sat back on the couch and put one foot on my chest. She placed her other bare foot at the pit of my stomach and started to wiggle her dainty toes, slightly scratching the base of my limp prick as it drowsed between my open thighs.
"I like you in this position, Charley," Chantal grinned, raising her right foot and teasing my chin with her bare toes, wiggling them, then drawing them across my lips as her other foot began to crawl over my naked belly, her toes playing with my pubic hair.
I looked up between her legs. Her open, hairy crotch was a beautiful sight! Now, with her legs apart, I could see inside her murky hole. I could see the pink lips of her pussy. I could almost see her clitoris once when she raised her right leg to place her bare foot right on my face, across my mouth.
I licked the sole of her foot with my tongue.
"Oh, that tickles," she exclaimed. "It tickles so nice. It makes my pussy itch, you know that, Charles?"
I continued licking her foot. I held it in my hand and licked her heel, then under and down to her toes from the underside, licking between them and finally sucking them, teasing her, tantalizing her until I saw her place one hand between her legs, her fingers rubbing her open hole.
Her other bare foot was now running up and down between my legs, trying to stiffen my prick as Cala had demanded!
And, she was having some degree of success! I glanced down to see my pole starting to rise, my prick beginning to quiver at the contact with her petite toes.
I started now to lick her toes and she loved my tongue running all over them. She especially liked when I bit her little toes and she would squeal with joy.
"Oh, this is real fun! I love this! I never have any fun like this and it makes me so very happy to be here with the both of you," she said, shivering once as I bit her big toe.
"Oh, do that again, Charley! It reminded me of when I sucked on your prick. I like to watch it," she said, now playing vigorously with her open pussy, one finger stabbing in and out as I sucked and bit on her big toe.
Her other foot was doing a magnificent job, too! Already my prick was half hard and she was rubbing the sole of her foot over my cockhead, then teasing it into full erection by gripping it with her toes, curling her toes around the shaft much like fingers, then drawing her foot up and down.
"Shall I play with your balls, too, Charley, with my toes?" she asked. Her child eyes were slightly closed and her fingers were stirring in her fuming pussy. Her legs were now wide apart and one leg was raised so high I could see her pouting asshole hiding under, and so close to her tight-lipped pussy hole.
"Yes, darling, yes," I said, never having had this experience.
Chantal's toes now dropped between my crotch and soon I felt them scratching over my balls. I reached up and grabbed a pillow, placing it under my buttocks to raise them a bit higher.
"That's better, Charley, now I can really get at them, really," she said, wiggling her toes all over my hairy balls, then using her toes once again to kick my penis which was now almost as hard as it could grow.
"Oh, I do wish Cala would hurry. That beautiful cock may go away if she doesn't come here soon."
"I don't think it will," I told her, licking her ankle and then again the sole and heel of her small pretty foot.
"I'd like to suck it, too. Why do I want to suck and lick your prick, Charley?"
"It's a very natural thing to do," I explained.
"I wish I could do it to anyone I wanted to do it to," she answered pensively.
"You can darling," I went on, "if you have a good relationship with them, that's all you need-that, and a bit of courage!"
"Do you think Uncle Andre'd let me suck his prick. I know he has a large one! I saw it once this last summer at the beach. It's so big and fat."
"I know," I said.
She asked me how I knew and I explained honestly about the initial scene between him and Cala and myself and she listened very attentively.
"So, I think I'll ask him the next time we're alone here," said the child. Her dainty toes were now really working on my prick and balls, darting from one to the other, the lubrication leaking from the tip of my prick now adding to the pleasure of the moment as her slippery soles glided and caressed my genitals.
It was at this moment when Chantal was about to kneel down to kiss my prick that Cala entered the room.
Our eyes almost popped out of our heads!
Cala was wearing a wide leather belt around her narrow waist. It had a clinching effect, much like a corset and her full ripe breasts protruded seductively. But across her breasts, riding right over her erect nipples was a new golden chain. Her nipples were painted red!
Over her pussy she wore a kind of loin cloth and it barely covered her luscious growth of pussy hair. It was white and contrasted perfectly with the dark cunt hair.
Around her ankles she wore what looked to me to be tigers' teeth on silver chains. These teeth hung down to her ankle bones. On her feet she wore her spike high-heeled sandals with her pretty toes exposed.
She spun on her heel for us and we saw her buttocks were painted with primitive figures, and it wasn't until I realized these were decals that I stopped wondering how she had, single handedly, painted these exotic and obscene figures on her twin globes.
Her face was positively weird! She had painted her cheeks with many colors and it surely resembled some jungle character from deepest Africa!
Even her nose was exaggerated with a 'false' nosepiece which resembled a small penis. This phallic instrument protruded evilly and also provocatively, for Chantal cried out in joy when she saw it, commenting on it several times as Cala spun round and round for our total inspection.
Down the center of her back was another chain which was attached to a ring of silver around her neck. The length of this chain permitted the end to reach right down between the cleavage of her gorgeous buttocks.
Attached to the end of this was a long thick dildo. It was jet black and hung obscenely, lewdly when she was standing still, but when she had been twisting around for our approval, the thick black dildo on the end of the chain swung back and forth, bumping against her outer thighs and then against her plump buttocks.
Cala's costume was the most unique I'd ever seen, and the change in her manner was equally weird.
"So, you both like me, do you," she snarled and because of the exotic makeup, her whole face was transformed into that visage of an evil witch-doctor, only the feminine variety-if such exists.
In one hand she held a vicious looking whip. Its handle was another phallic weapon and the side of the handle was ridged with different size lumps of rubber, similar to what we think of as a French Tickler condom.
In her other hand she held a glass filled with a light yellow liquid. I knew what this was instantly.
She approached us and, standing over me, handed the glass to Chantal, who was still sitting on the couch, but from her obvious excitement, sitting on the very edge, her naked feet still resting on my body, the foot caressing my prick having stopped still when Cala entered the room.
"Drink!" said Cala to Chantal.
Chantal sniffed it, then looked up.
"Drink! And don't ask me what it is!" she said, the same snarl in her voice.
Chantal raised the glass to her lips and after the first sip, drained the glass in two swallows. She didn't make a face which I thought she would surely do.
Cala took the glass and walked slowly out of the room. She said nothing, but returned in a moment with another glass. This glass apparently contained more of her fresh urine.
"Sit up, Charley," Cala commanded, standing over me. I could see her glistening pussy lips behind the loin cloth from her position over me.
She handed the glass to me.
"You drink it in one swallow," she commanded, then stepped over me and stood in back of me.
I drank her urine in one swallow!
"Now," Cala said, "you are both part of me and I am going to do to you exactly as I please." She turned to what looked like a frightened Chantal to me.
"Chantal" she said "worship me!!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Did I mention that Andre's apartment was on the 16th floor in the high-rising complex, one of the few in all of Paris which reaches this high for the stars (which shine infrequently because invariably there's a heavy cloud overcast).
As you can imagine there are many, perhaps thousands of 'picture' windows running the expanse of the luxury apartment. These have to be cleaned from the outside and this necessitates a window-washing enterprise.
It's unbelievable the way they do it here in Paris. A cart containing two men, their tools and buckets of water, rides vertically and horizontally on guy wires and is controlled hydraulically by the window-washers themselves. All day long the cart climbs up and descends, both men washing the windows at the same time, and when finished with one window proceeding to another floor level.
The cart moves so silently it's impossible to hear it, and the only way a tenant would know it's outside his windows, is to glance up and see it, see the window-washers leering eyes as they pretend not to see, but in reality never miss a trick.
The above will give you some background on what happened this particular late afternoon in Andre's apartment on the Rue de Momument....
Chantal's ritual of worship seemed magical to me as she first kneeled at Cala's high heeled feet and began to kiss her toes, Chantal's ripe breasts swaying excitedly as she bent over on her knees, her delicious buttocks so entrancingly nude, her bare toes wiggling as she kissed Cala's high heels first, then began to kiss her toes before licking them with her pink tongue.
"Yesssss ... yesss." cried Cala, swaying slowly back and forth, her eyes glued to my prick.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass, Charley," Cala kept repeating, her voice low and sultry as she swayed and rocked gently, a weird and very dramatic mood seeming to overwhelm her as the young girl on her knees, her head lowered, make love to Cala's delicious toes.
"And it's going to be with this," she said, reaching behind her back to grip hold of the huge black dildo swinging from the chain.
I had to smile at her face. The perky dildo on her nose wobbled crazily each time she spoke. Her hands began to play with the dildo much as she would with a prick, her fingers sliding up and down the shaft of the massive, heavy weapon, her lips licking the tip of it, an evil grin in her dark pretty eyes.
"And, I'm going to fuck Chantal with my nose," she exclaimed, looking down at the young girl as she devotedly worshipped her feet.
"Now, sit up, Chantal and worship my thighs," she said, the young girl obeying, sitting up and spreading her naked legs on the floor, her cunt lips wide apart now. I just sat there and watched the lurid display.
"And then, Chantal, you're going to fuck my ass, too," she said.
"Oh, I want to, Cala, I want to, so badly. I dreamed about it last night. I can tell you that, can't I ... that I dreamed about fucking Charley's asshole?"
"Worship my pussy now! Kiss under the patch, darling. Use your tongue and your lips and make me hot," she cried, fondling the dildo, still licking the black tip of the instrument.
Chantal gently lifted the patch to reveal Cala's delicious cunt, the luxurious growth of bushy pussy hair covering her hungry bps.
"Lick it," said Cala savagely!
"Oh, I am ... I am ... I'm licking your pussy, Cala, and I love it ... I love it ... tell me again to do it, Cala ... tell me over and over to lick and suck you pussy!"
Chantal reached behind Cala and gripped her firm buttocks, the girl's fingernails digging into Cala's soft warm flesh as her tongue began to dip into Cala's hole, Chantal's lips kissing and her tongue gliding all over and going in between the luscious wet pussy lips.
"Now, get on your hand and knees, Charley," Cala ordered.
I saw Chantal glancing at me as I obeyed the weirdly costumed Cala, Chantal now licking and rubbing her nose in Cala's perfumed pussy, grasping her buttocks, hugging Cala's crotch closer to her face as she nursed on Cala's pussy, licking and sucking up her juices.
From my position I could see the juices beginning to flow from Cala's swollen cunt as Chantal devoured it, her tongue meandering in the gurgling pussy as a spasm suddenly shook Cala, a torrent of passion flowing over her shivering body.
Cala was now sucking on the tip of the black dildo, licking it and dribbling saliva all over it. Another sudden tremor shot through her body and she became flustered with excitement as the nectar from her pussy, mingling with the saliva from Chantal's tongue began to flow freely from her fuming pussy.
As I kneeled on all fours, a turbulence began to circulate through my own body and I felt my prick wanting to squirt but I held it back as I watched Cala sucking now on the dildo, Chantal pushing her head between Cala's open crotch, her tongue rotating in Cala's entrancing, fiery cunt.
"Spread open your ass cheeks!" Cala demanded, shifting her weight from foot to foot as Chantal persisted in kneading her buttocks and circling her tongue round and round inside Cala's hungry pussy.
I bent down low and resting on my forehead, used my fingers to open up my asshole.
"Now, Chantal," said Cala, get away from me and watch what I'm going to do."
Chantal backed away, licking her lips, smacking her lips to which Cala's rich juices were clinging.
Cala kneeled behind me then and began to play with my asshole with the tip of the black dildo. She had unhooked the chain from around her neck and was now swinging it in the air, and I knew what this meant.
The first swack from the chain stung like hell! The second set flames burning all over my body as she whipped my buttocks with the chain, having no mercy, the whip singing through the air until it would make physical contact with my ass, then wringing exquisite pain from my buttocks when it would thrash again.
"Chantal!" Cala cried out, finger fuck my asshole quickly, darling. I need it now!!"
Chantal was nearly sobbing with emotion as she got on her knees behind Cala and inserted her finger into her asshole, much the same way she had done to me in the shower, but without the benefit of the lubricating soap.
Cala leaped up when Chantal's finger buried itself into her ass. Cala screamed as the finger worked in and out.
Her pain was so extreme from Chantal's digging finger that she stopped thrashing me with the chain. The next thing I realized was that Cala was again prodding my asshole with the tip of the black dildo.
"Now, lick my ass, Chantal," Cala demanded.
"Ohooo, yessss ... lick your asshole ... I want to, ohoooo, yesss. Cala, I want to suck it ... I want to!"
The dildo began to sink into my ass. Slowly at first, then with one vicious plunge, the instrument buried itself deep up my ass and the pain was indescribable as Cala rammed the tool into my surging asshole. An agonizing pain crept over my body and at first my prick began to lose its strength, but soon regained it when Cala put her hand on it, still reaming my asshole with the enormous dildo.
Cala worked the dildo into my ass so savagely I screamed. Her motions and the force of her thrusting was so barbaric I could have fainted, but I didn't. It was because of the contradictory tenderness of her fingers as they cuddled my balls and then worked silently over my stiff, tense prick.
I could hear Chantal's tongue sucking Cala's asshole, the liquid noises of her tongue as it worked in and out of her savory hole exciting to my ears.
My prick was throbbing hard and so horny now. I had a strong desire to want to fuck Chantal up the ass at the same time Cala was fucking me with the malicious instrument.
I said as much, and Cala stopped momentarily. She sat back on her heels without warning Chantal on her intended movement, and this knocked the poor girl backwards.
"Chantal," Cala said, changing the whole routine as I had hoped it to be, "here, darling you fuck Charley up the ass with this, and get on your knees, so I can look at your asshole," she said.
Chantal hurried to do her bidding, getting on her knees, taking over with the dildo. Chantal's thrusts were no less forceful and the pain in my bowels made me frantic the fuck. This may seem like a contradiction, but I swear it's true!
Then, I heard Chantel begin to cry out and sob in earnest, and although I couldn't see from my position, I could easily guess what was happening.
Cala was fucking Chantal's asshole with her nose prick!
And Chantal was loving it the baby phallus stabbing in and out, Chantal bucking and writhing as Cala, on her knees, her full, rouged breasts swaying, fucked Chantal's asshole with her nose piece.
It must have been a magnificent sight, but there was no way I could see it ... that is, until Chantal finally lost complete interest in using the dildo up my ass and fell flat on the floor, the agony in her own bowels at least equal to mine.
Quickly, I got up and got behind Cala. I pulled the dildo out of my asshole and began to stick it up her open juicy cunt, Cala not bothering to check if the tool sliding into her vagina was my prick or what else.
As soon as I buried the monstrous tool up her cunt, I plunged my prick into her asshole, Cala wincing and shrieking in wild pain and agony as the two prongs worked simultaneously into her asshole and cunt.
The orgasms we all shared were both frantic and wonderful. The ramming pipe up Cala's cunt worked like a piston inside her gushing, gaping hole.
Inside her yawning asshole my prick made her channel raw, made it pulsate and throb. My pounding tool slammed into her steaming asshole, churning up every passion Cala had ever known!
When we were all finished ... or when I thought we were all finished, Cala suddenly sat up and shrieked:
"Now give me back the piss I made you both drink. COME ON!! Give it to ME!"
As both Chantal and I pissed all over Cala's writhing body, Cala masturbating furiously, frenetically, our pee drenching her squirming body ... the only thing I could think of was did urine stain oriental rugs.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I haven't forgotten about the window washers nor the part they played in the little drama involving Cala, Chantal and myself. But they didn't get into the act until we'd finished the ass fucking aspect of it ... and then, when we were resting, Cala having served both Chantal and I with some wine (and I wasn't sure she'd not mixed in some more of her delicious urine) I just happened to glance to my left over to some potted plants which sat on the floor near the distant picture window.
And there, between the leaves of one plant I saw two Reaming eyes, perfectly camouflaged. I remember gulping and feeling a sudden fear strike!
How could anyone be outside the window on the sixteenth floor? Unless he was inhuman or unless he was dangling from some kind of scaffold. I said nothing to either Chantal or Cala, and they were busy enough petting each other's naked breasts, Chantal having licked off the lipstick with which Cala had painted her pretty nipples, Cala with her fingers deep into Chantal's juicy pussy, making her hot all over again and thanking her for letting Cala fuck her asshole with the nose phallus.
I got up and walked carefully toward the window, glancing from the corner of my eye and giving the impression I wasn't looking at all. This is a trick you can learn from the French. They seldom look you straight in the eye ... at first! And they can avert their glance so swiftly, you'd never know they had given you the once over.
As I came closer to the window, the eyes disappeared, and then I saw the cables dangling on either side of the window. I looked out and down to see the window-washer cart and two men in it, busy washing the windows below ours.
I was to learn later from the tenant below us that her windows had been washed at least nine times.
Turning to look at the naked girls on the couch, I saw Chantal on her knees on the floor while Cala was on her knees on the couch, Chantal licking Cala's bottom cheeks, laving her eager tongue all over Cala's firm naked flesh as Cala wiggled her bare ass in Chantal's face.
Chantal was holding the nose dildo in one hand as her other crept under and between Cala's crotch to finger and cup her hairy pussy, Cala's ecstasy evident by her heavy breathing and the moans coming from her open lips. Her lovely breasts were swaying provocatively as she moved her luscious body in rhythm to Chantal's fingers as they fondled and caressed her hungry pussy.
I lowered my body to the floor and crawled slowly toward the potted plants and my reward was swift in coming. I saw the cables begin to shimmer and suddenly the same pair of gleaming eyes I'd noticed before appeared right on eye level with the floor and of course, stared right into mine!
Boy, was he ever surprised!
We both had to smile and that's what began the relationship with Claude and Michael, the window washers.
Then, as the cart pulled up a bit higher, Chantal happened to turn around to see where I was and she spotted it to.
She let out a wild scream of utter surprise!
"Don't worry," I assured her, "it's only the window washers," I explained and although this satisfied Chantal, who smiled, it didn't satisfy Cala who leaped up with the dildo still stuck up her ass.
Those dirty nasty peeping toms," she squealed, hatred in her voice. Then suddenly her manner changed, and a soft note came into her voice.
"Charley, how long have they been watching and how much do you think they saw?" she asked.
"About all they could, I imagine," I replied.
"Then let's do something about it. Be nice to them, Charley, and see if you can't pretend to get them in here, and maybe we can have a different kind of orgy, what do you think?"
I told Cala that I thought it was possible and when she wondered aloud about how much risk there would be, I said that I thought there would be none at all, for they were the guilty parties, not us.
This satisfied Cala who got up and walked casually into the bedrooms in the rear of the apartment, her buttocks swaying and shimmering, and I could tell she was very conscious of the window washers watching her, as well as myself and Chantal who winked at me.
I opened one of the side vents next to the long picture window.
"Want to come in for a glass of cognac," I asked the taller of the two men. And then, I saw that they weren't men at all, but kids in their late teens. The smaller one, Claude was blond with flashing blue eyes, and Michael was dark, tall and handsome.
Mike seemed to be the leader, the one who had peeped!
"Qui ... quo oui," he responded, a bright smile on his face. Glancing down I saw a bulge in his crotch and this didn't surprise me at all. Claude also had a bulge and I knew both had been extremely excited by the lurid, sexy scene they had witnessed.
Expertly, they climbed through the side vent and leaped to the floor. I invited then to sit down and, although they hesitated slightly, I insisted they join Chantal on the couch. I could see their pricks stiffening as they sat close together, Chantal having moved over to give them room.
"Chantal," I said, "sit between them darling, that'll give them a real thrill!"
I said this in English, knowing that neither Claude nor Mike spoke it. They weren't the type to know more than a few words, and vulgar ones at that.
Chantal grinned and sat her lovely nude body between the fully dress window washers. And it didn't take long for both boys to wrap their arms around Chantal's naked shoulders, Mike beginning to fondle her breasts while Claude started kissing her neck and shoulders.
I poured them some wine I'd gotten in the kitchen and joined them on the couch. Claude, although he obviously liked the naked Chantal and was now petting her thigh, Chantal leaning back in Mike's arms, seemed to be glancing at me strangely.
I was naked and my throbbing prick was glowing hard, tense and horny and the tip was drooling a thin liquid. My asshole was also raw and I sat in an unusual position, rather on one side to let my asshole breathe.
I saw that Claude's prick was pulsating and he shifted uncomfortable several times, and then he reached his hand down to fondle his own genitals and looked up at me as he did.
I gripped hold of my stiff tool and stroked it.
"Should we get their pants down,?" Chantal asked, grinning. "There's no reason why they can't be naked, at least there's no one else to peep in the windows at them, is there, Charley?"
I said I doubted it, and then told Claude and Mike that we were going to have a nude party and they should get their pants down.
Both nodded and grinned.
Chantal leaped from between them.
"Oh, let me do it for you guys," she said in French, already on her knees, unbuckling Claude's belt and then slipping down his uniform pants. She took off his shoes then and Claude helped her as she took of his pants.
Claude's prick was enormous and Chantal brushed her hand across it over his shorts, then she put her fingers inside his fly and gripped hold of his strong fat instrument, then she dropped his shorts to the floor. Claude stepped out of them and his hanging balls in combination with his fat thick cock standing up straight, really excited Chantal.
"You're next," she said to Mike and Mike grinned, standing obediently in front of the naked Chantal, still on her knees waiting for her to take down his pants and shorts as she had done for Claude.
When both were naked from the waist down, they sat back on the couch, Chantal again between them, one hand on each thick shaft as she masturbated their pricks, Claude with his head on her breast, his tongue licking her sweet curvy globes.
Mike was fondling and stroking her other delicious breast as he stretched and let Chantal play vigorously with his rock hard cock.
I sat on the floor before them and just watched, jerking off my prick which was now so turgid and full of hot blood I could have shot off instantly, had we not been suddenly interrupted by the appearance of Cala in the doorway.
Cala was wearing dark brown boots which came up to her knees, She also had on a bright yellow mini skirt that came right to the pit of her pussy triangle, just the mere suggestion of her dark curly brown pussy hair visible to our eyes.
Her ripe breasts were naked except for the thin golden chain that crossed them just above her erect nipples which she had repainted with lipstick after Chantal had licked the other off.
I introduced Cala and her smile remained static as she shook hands in the French manner with them.
Cala spoke in English to me:
"You did a fine job, Charley. You captured them just right and you, too, Chantal, you're also doing a great job playing with them. Just give me a few minutes more and I'll have them where I want them. "
Cala picked up their trousers and shorts and then their shoes, explaining to them that she would move them out of the way. And when she returned she stood pensively, gazing down at Chantal who was now sucking on Mike's huge prick, her bare toes wringing pleasure from my prick as I jerked it off.
Claude was fingering Chantal's hot pussy and watching Chantal's toes as they caressed my hard horny tool.
"Okay," said Cala, standing seductively with her long legs astride, all of us now able to see her gorgeous hairy pussy as her miniskirt raised a bit higher because of her position. "Now, we'll have some fun," she announced, "but it's going to require some doing," she said in French.
In a moment both Claude and Mike agreed to play with us and we all went into the master bedroom, Claude still with his fingers up Chantal's creaming pussy, Chantal still holding onto his rigid rod.
Cala told Chantal to lay next to her on the king-size bed and spread open her legs and play with her pussy. Cala did the same, raising her skirt high up to her waist, exposing her hairy bush and beginning to finger it with one hand while the other stroked and massaged her breasts.
"Would you like to fuck us?" she smiled up at the two half-naked window washers, their pricks bleating and pounding for excitement.
They both nodded.
Then, you have to play our game," she said, and then she explained that they had to be tied to the rungs of an iron escape ladder that climbed up to a trapdoor in the ceiling. This was to be used in case of fire.
They agreed, and jumping up, Cala handed me some ropes she'd found in the closet. In minutes we had them tied securely to the ladder, Chantal smirking with glee as she watched, fondling and stabbing her delicious pussy with her cream-covered fingers....
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I was amazed at how securely both men were bound to the ladder. Their arms tied behind them, their wrists bound tightly, even their ankles strapped to the lowest rung of the fire escape ladder, they could not have moved or escaped if they wanted to. Both seemed unconscious of how strong the ropes were, both leering at Chantal as she distracted them, writhing on the bed at Cala's instructions, fondling and massaging her glorious breasts, tweaking her nipples and smiling prettily at the two men as Cala and I tied them up.
Cala stood back to appraise her handiwork.
I walked back and sat on the bed next to Chantal. Instantly, she bent her head and started to go down on my prick, licking it and kissing the head of my cock as the men stared. Gala raised her skirt and one hand cupped her naked pussy, her fingers playing with her lush pussy hair as she walked around the ladder viewing the men, now and then stroking one or the other's hard cock, then coming back to the bed to kneel on it and bury her head in Chantal's perfumed crotch, licking and biting on her thighs, then stabbing her tongue into Chantal's juicy hole as the men stared, their eyes glued to the naked scene on the bed as Chantal's tongue whipped and lapped my prick before it would vanish into her lovely hot mouth.
"We get them good and hot, then I whip them, Charley," Cala said, sitting back on her heels, her hand still cupping her bare cunt, "but first, I want both of you to go over close to them and kneel. Then, Charley and Chantal, play with their pricks while I get the ship ready. It's already soaking in salt water in the kitchen...."
Christ, I thought, how glad I was that I wasn't going to be victimized by Cala's sadistic savagery!
Chantal and I obeyed and because Cala had spoken in English, neither Claude nor Mike knew what was going to happen to them. I could tell their happy faces that they anticipated nothing but extreme pleasure, and not an ounce of pain.
How wrong they were!
Chantal kneeled in front of Mike and began to stroke his huge prick, her hand sliding up and down his thick shaft, her thumb rubbing over his cockhead as Mike began to writhe and wish he weren't tied up.
I kneeled in front of Claude and he got the idea right away. He smiled as if he knew this might happen from the way I'd examined his prick when Chantal was caressing it in the other room.
I gripped it hard and began to jerk it off. My hand worked roughly on it and I gathered some spittle in my mouth and spit on his tool. He opened his eyes wide when I did this, but it didn't deter from his pleasure as I fondled and massaged and stroked his rock-hard tool.
Actually, Claude had a lovely hard cock. It was thick and well rounded, long and fat and meaty. I liked the feel of it in my palm as I jerked it up and down, Claude rocking back and forth with as much freedom as the tight ropes would permit.
Chantal's delicate tongue was making Mike's cock churn as her appetizing lips kissed it and her hand cupped his heavy, hairy balls. She was apparently enjoying every salty moment and her body was quivering with passion as she made love to the young window-washer.
I now started to lick the tip of Claude's cock, Chantal watching me and doing what I did. When I would lick down to the base of his thick tool, she would do the same, her eyes smiling into mine.
When I would take his tool into my mouth and make sucking noises, she did likewise and we were having a good time, all four of us when I suddenly heard Cala come into the room.
She had taken off her skirt and also the chain from around her glorious breasts. She had a dripping wet whip on one hand and two chains in the other.
"Okay, now get away both of you. They're both mine now ... and Charley, Chantal, Listen! when I start on them I want the two of you at my feet. Chantal, you're to lick and suck my asshole. Charley," she grinned, "I want you to finger my cunt so that I can come when I make them scream. Is that clear?!"
Now I could see fear in Claude's eyes. His prick was leaking from my sucking and he looked down at it miserably.
Mike was actually frightened. He began to tremble and shudder, losing his magnificent erection almost as soon as he spotted the dripping wet whip and the chains in the naked Cala's hands.
Cala stood in front of them. Both Chantal and I were now kneeling next to her boots, Chantal rubbing up the inside of Cala's lovely soft white thighs. I started to kiss her knees when Cala told me to lick her boots which I did right away not to incur her wrath!
Cala took one chain and tied it cruelly around Claude's hanging balls, making a strong knot in the chain. This she tied to the rung of the ladder and the pain and ache in Claude's testicles must have been severe from the way he winced and started to beg for Cala not to tie his balls so tight.
Cala didn't even smile, nor look up at the poor kid. Next she did the same to Mike's balls and though he tried his best to wiggle out of her grip, the ropes binding him hardly permitted him to shift half an inch as Cala tied his heavy hairy balls with the thin cutting chain.
When Cala noticed Mike's dwindling prick, she reached for it and holding it in one hand, slapped it with her other palm and Mike shivered. Perspiration broke out all over his strong body and although he didn't like what Cala was doing to him, now squeezing his prick and slapping it so hard you could hear the sound, his prick began to stiffen slowly.
Cala stood up and holding the whip firmly in her hand, drops from the water dripping from the end, started to lash Mike's legs, then his thighs. She walked around the ladder, her lovely breasts bobbing and her naked buttocks swaying.
She struck hard at Mike's behind and his prick leaped up. Then she lashed down his legs to his ankles. She stepped on his bare feet with her boot heel. Then she raised the whip and with what seemed to be all her strength, she swung at his prick and his chained balls.
Mike let out a scream you could hear 16 stories below. Then he began to sob as stroke followed stroke on the inside of his thighs, over his rock hard cock, then down to his ankles. Mike began to cry really hard as Cala lashed and tested her strength with the switch, whipping his genitals without mercy!
"Come, Chantal," Cala cried out, kneel behind me now and suck my ass. It's so hot! It's so hot!" She squealed as Chantal did her bidding, crawling on her knees behind the gorgeous, sweating Cala and beginning to lick her bottom globes.
"In my asshole, in my asshole ... please, Chantal, please now, darling...." she squealed as Chantal parted her lovely buttocks and stuck her tongue into her hairy asshole now all sweaty and hot.
"Now finger my pussy, Charley ... come now. It's now or never," she breathed as I obeyed, sticking two fingers roughly into. her juicy, creamy cunt, her rich honey already flowing profusely as I finger fucked her cunt.
All this while she kept slashing at Mike, and his lower body was a bright red, the welts on his inner thighs almost ready to bleed as she struck and struck, whipping and breathing heavily as Mike cried out in agonizing pain, the whip raining blow after blow on his throbbing, anguished prick.
"Ohooooo, God ... Ohooooo, God! God! Mon Dieu!!" Cala was crying as Chantal was gripping her waist, burying her heated face into her asshole, kissing and licking and sucking Cala's sweaty asshole, Cala writhing and weaving as she felt her orgasm sweeping over her hot, passionate body.
Finally it came! Cala began to shiver and sob, her breasts paining her obviously, for her one hand was now clutching them, rubbing and mashing them to her chest as her other hand holding the whip continued to soak Mike's body with pain, Mike almost fainting, but his prick as hard as a ramrod.
The orgasm walloped Cala and she dropped the whip, throwing her body against Mike as he now almost hung limp from the ladder. Cala rubbed her cunt (my finger still up it) against his hot thick prick, her breasts over his face. She began to kiss his face ravenously as Chantal never stopped licking her bottom, biting her buttocks so I could see the teeth marks.
Ohoooo, God ... beat me ... beat me, Charley,! beat me, darling. Bite me, Chantal. Please, hurry. ... I'mmmmmmmmmm going to cooooommmmmmme again, please."
I picked up the whip and began to lash her, not caring if the whip end criss-crossed Chantal's lovely face. I whipped her bare buttocks with all my strength, Chantal now sitting back and masturbating at the wild, frantic scene!!
Cala fell to her knees as the orgasm rocked her shivering body. She mouthed Mike's cock and at first contact, his prick exploded into her mouth, flooding it with thick sperm, Mike fucking her mouth in all his painful misery, his prick jetting and spurting all his semen down Cala's throat, Cala gagging and mumbling and grunting as she swallowed his come.
Exhausted, Cala lay back on the floor, her thighs wide open, her cunt creaming and her juices coating her thighs and matting her luscious pussy hair.
"Ohoooo, I'm still commmmmminnnnngggg! she squealed, her eyes closed as her orgasm finally subsided....
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Cala must have lain still on the floor in that obscene, almost lewd position for 10 minutes before the cognac I brought her revived her. She sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"And, now for the finale! " she sighed, as though this meant some kind of effort on her part, an effort more tiring than the ferocious whipping she had given the poor window washer.
With these words, which Cala spoke in French, Claude, who so far had gone unscathed, flinched in terror, but I knew this was folly because Cala's anger, her fury had been directed only at Mike, and this was because he had been the Peeping Tom, the one who had first irritated us; and more, Cala, as she was to tell me later, found him a coward because he had become scared and had lost his erection when he divined he was going to be whipped.
Cala asked me to make sure the window washing cart was still out the window and I returned to tell her that it was ... waiting to descend.
"Good, now listen to me, both of you," she said. "First, untie Claude and tell him to go out and get one of their squeegees (the instrument that is used to scrape off the water from the windows) and bring it here. I want to fit the funneled end of over Mike's prick, and then I want his prick to harden inside it ... This along with another delightful surprise I have for him," she concluded, sitting on the bed, masturbating her cunt while the two men, still bound up to the ladder watched.
Fear was still in Mike's eyes when he saw Cala glance over at him. Chantal began kissing under Cala's sweaty armpits when I left and I could hear Cala moaning with pleasure as the young school girl's tongue licked in her hairy armpits.
I got the squeegees from the cart and returned to the bedroom.
Cala was lying back on the bed, her arms thrown back over her head. Her legs were wide apart and as Chantal kissed and licked her armpits and down over her swelling, conical breasts, Cala was jerking off her clitoris, mumbling in French, the tied up men staring at the lascivious sight, Chantal's naked bottom up in the air so they could see her hairy pussy lips from the rear, hiding between the curvy buttocks, even her asshole visible as Cala's fingers caressed her anus.
When Cala asked me to bring her a pitcher of water, I did and Cala drank it rapidly. Then, she went off to the bathroom and I could hear her spraying her naked body with perfume. She returned in some minutes and she was entirely nude, having removed her boots.
She whispered to Chantal, words I didn't hear. Then she told me to untie Claude and set him free. She told Claude that she was going to trust him.
"Chantal," she said, "you take Claude on the bed and let him lick you for a while...." which is what happened after I'd untied him. He was very grateful to be free. He even shook my hand! And when he gazed longingly at my prick, Cala told him to climb up on the bed and lick Chantal's pussy.
"Well, I think I'm about ready," she said after instructing Chantal to undress Claude. This made Claude very happy as Chantal began to suck on his nipples, her hand caressing and stroking his stiff tool while I watched, still jerking off my prick.
Mike was trembling again, and I knew he didn't have the slightest idea what was on Cala's mind. Cala, now, eager to continue with the grand finale, climbed up the ladder until her cunt was on the level of Mike's hair. She sat back on his head, her naked buttocks from the rear very stimulating to us down on the bed.
She began to rub her asshole and her dripping pussy all over Mike's head, Mike's prick again stiffening and proudly erect, his fear of what was to happen, notwithstanding!
"Now, here goes!" cried Cala, and in seconds hot piss began to trickle out of her pussy lips as she pulled her body up, raising her cunt about an inch above Mike's hair.
Her warm wet piss began to flow easily from between her pussy bps, then it started to flow more swiftly, squishing out of her cunt and flooding all over Mike's head, dribbling down over his face as he tried to dodge the warm wet flow of urine raining now out of Cala's pissing cunt.
Cala controlled her piss-full bladder beautifully as her piss spurted and squished, then leaked slowly, Mike's head and hair and face now drenched with her fresh urine, Mike trying to keep her piss out of his eyes as Cala moved forwards and backwards, raising and lowering her bottom, as she held onto the ladder rung.
Then Cala climbed a rung or more higher and stood on his shoulders, balancing, putting her whole weight on his strung-up body. Slowly she turned to face us, her cunt dripping wet as she held back her piss. She smiled down at us. From this position her cunt was extraordinarily lovely, her bushy brown cunt hair all wet and matted.
Then she started to piss again, this time the hot urine cascading down over Mike's head and flowing freely from her pussy as she move back on forth on his shoulders, her bare toes wiggling as the piss flooded and squished from her open cunt.
Mike was as drenched from her urine as if he'd been caught in a rainstorm, and his shirt was wringing wet. He kept his eyes closed but this didn't seem important as Cala finally released her whole bladder and, squatting down and balancing herself on his head, pissed and pissed, her steaming urine raining over his body. I had never seen so much urine spurt from a bladder....
Without another word, Cala climbed down and gripped Mike's soaking wet cock. She kneeled down and sucked on it for a moment or two, cuddling his wet balls in her hand, then decided to lick them. But Mike was so humiliated, his prick didn't respond. He kept his eyes closed tight.
Cala got up and came over to the bed. "Put your fingers in me, Charley," she demanded and I did. Then she looked down at Chantal who was now sucking avidly on Claude's penis.
"Chantal get up there and do the same to him!"
With alacrity, Chantal climbed the ladder and performed the exact routine and when her bladder was empty, Mike was one drenched mess. Pools of urine were at his feet and he was quivering, whether from desire or fear, I didn't know.
"Okay, Charley," you're next," she said, and I obeyed, climbing up and pissing with all my might down on the poor window washer.
"Now, where's that squeegees?" Cala asked.
I handed it to her. In size and shape it resembled an ice cream cone and the hole in the top end of it was where the pole stuck in when a pole was needed.
Cala licked it and then lying back on the bed, she inserted it into her cunt, fucking it in and out, as Mike still hung from the ladder, his lower body now a really bright red, the welts paining the hell out of his anguished body.
In seconds, Cala leaped up and approaching Mike. She inched his semi-hard penis into the end of the squeegee, it fitting more perfectly then I would have thought.
Mike watched, frightened as his cock slid into the mouth of the squeegee now lubricated by Cala's saliva and the juices from her creamy hot pussy.
Then, Cala began to manipulate Mike's balls, this having the effect of stimulating his cock into an erection while it was fitted inside the squeegee.
"Fuck Chantal," said Cala, turning her head for a moment, "Fuck her, Claude," and Claude was only to happy to oblige!
"Watch your pal fuck the young girl," cried Cala, squeezing Mike's balls, then reaching under to prod his asshole with her fingers.
Claude's prick stabbed into Chantal's young cunt with ease and Chantal raised her legs and began to fuck like a jack rabbit as the window washer plunged his stiff tool in and out of her savory cunt, Chantal's body convulsing from the churning pressure of his pounding rod as he fucked her dewy hole.
The squishing noises of their fucking were fantastic, his prick sluicing in and out, her pussy pounding back, pulsating, her moans and cries filling the room as Cala continued to finger fuck Mike's asshole, Mike's prick now painfully tight inside the squeegee which Cala held in her hand, forcing the metal instrument harder and harder down on his hardening tool.
Mike's cries now echoed throughout the room, along with those ecstatic moans of Claude and Chantal as they fucked, fucked, Claude driving and poking his prick deep into her convulsing cunt.
Finally, and I don't know what caused it, Cala relented. She pulled the squeegee off his swollen member and his prick was as red and as raw as a beet. His agony was supreme and his humiliation terrific as Cala raised her naked foot and kicked him in the balls, Mike almost fainting again.
"That'll teach him," she cried out. Then she turned to me as she picked up his pants and his shorts and shoes.
"Untie him and lead him to the front room. Come along, Claude, unless you want the same treatment, and you could also lose your job, you know that?"
Claude knew that and he pulled his shiny prick out of Chantal's hot pussy and followed the naked Cala into the front room. I went along behind.
Opening the window vent through which the men had entered, Cala threw Mike's pants and shorts and shoes down to earth. Then she instructed the drenched window washer to climb into his cart. Mike obeyed, Claude, with a grin from ear to ear, following Mike into the cart. Cala slammed the window closed.
Slowly the cart began to descent to earth. It was just growing dark now and the rush-hour crowd was filling the streets as the cart reached the ground level. I watched as the half-naked Mike searched for his trousers, the onlookers, laughing and jeering.
In truth, I did feel a little sorry for him.
"Now!" Cala said, smiling at Chantal and I as we sat on the couch, "perhaps we can get on with our little orgy as we'd planned it."
We both agreed and in second, after Chantal had made us drinks in the kitchen, Cala was fingering my asshole, and when Chantal joined us, Cala got on her knees on the floor and began to suck on Chantal's upturned ass while she fingered my hole.
"Charley," she interrupted once, "I've got a whole lot of other 'nice' things planned for the three of us this week, and I know you're going to love all of them."
Chantal laughed!
"And you, TOO! Chantal!!" Cala squealed before biting Chantal's left buttock, leaving a bright red tooth mark in her precious white flesh.
It was just after supper that night when the telephone rang.
Cala answered it because Chantal and I were doing the dishes, Chantal sitting naked on the drain board drying the dishes after I washed them, Chantal punishing her clitoris as she waited for me to wash the pots.
Cala returned from the phone.
"It was your mother, darling," she said, kissing Chantal's breasts, "she wants to come over to see how you're doing sweetie, and, uhmmmm," she sighed, "she sounds very young, very young!"
Chantal brightened up.
"She is, Cala, she's very young and very pretty, and she likes to be naked the way we are!"
"Do you think she'll like Charley?" Cala asked.
"Oh, I just know she will," the young naked girl replied, reaching out with the wet dishcloth and slapping my bare buttocks painfully.
"She's bringing your little brother, too," Cala went on...." what's he like, darling?"
"He had an extra big prick for a 13 year old boy," Chantal sighed, remembering, "and he likes to play with it too."
So, I guess I'll leave you here, dear reader. Just remember, that if you ever get to Paris, stop off in Montparnasse and look for the 'Select Bar'.
You can't miss it. Just look for the 'American' sign on the awning and there you are.
There are hundreds of Cala's and I suppose as many Chantals. Au revoir!
