The Three Wolves has had an interesting history of publication. It was originally entitled The Masqueraders or the Affairs of Sissie and, according to the title-page, was privately printed in Paris. The Three Wolves or Sex Adventures of Tom Burton and Fourteen of His Friends (from which this edition is taken) is a condensed version of The Masqueraders. It is attributed to S. R. Rene and was supposedly printed in Germany. A third, slightly longer, version was entitled Sweet Desire. This time the author's name is given as G. de Silvio and the place of publication as Havana, Cuba. Many excerpts from The Three Wolves have also appeared in booklet form. Sissie's first night and day in the school are described in Love in a Boarding School. (This time the author's name is Henry Potter and the place of publication is London.) A second episode appeared under the title Wild Party, this time attributed to J. S. Lupez! (The place of publication is still London, however.) The boy's concluding adventures are described in A Widow's Loves, again attributed to Mr. Lupez and supposedly published in London. Scenes from The Masqueraders were published under the title Country Squire and Flora and Tom, in Havana and London respectively, if one can believe the title pages. Wild Party has also been published (this time in Paris) under the title Sissie.
The plot of the story is very simple and very old-a boy dresses as a girl in order to gain access to his sweetheart and seduce her. This theme is found in folktales all over the world. Stith Thompson, in his Motif Index of Folk Literature, lists it as motif K 1321, "Man disguised as woman admitted to women's quarters: seduction." This motif is discussed in E. Rosch's Der Getreue Johannes (1928), H. Fischer and J. Bolte's Die Reise der Soline Giaffers (1895), A. H. Krappe's Balor With the Evil Eye: Studies in Celtic and French Literature (1927), D. P. Rotunda's Motif Index of the Italian Novella, H. Thompson and J. Balys
Motif and Type Index of the Oral Tales of India, and W. Ruben's Ozean der Marchen Strome (1944). Folk tales which make use of this motif are known in Germany, Finland, Estonia, Livonia, Lithuania, Sweden, Denmark, Scotland, Ireland, France, Spain, Austria, Italy, Rumania, Hungary, Russia, Czechoslovakia, Albania, Arabia, Greece, Turkey, India, Chile, the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, the Cape Verde Islands and the West Indies!
For some reason, the idea of women living a cloistered existence has always been fascinating to men. Perhaps this is because most men feel that females kept without male companionship for long periods of time become extremely sex starved and are likely to give any male who is ingenious enough to join them a very warm welcome. While the truth of this supposition is debatable, it is widely believed and often acted upon. We are told that in the Arab world it is necessary to keep harems well guarded. Nearer to home, almost every girl who has lived in a college dormitory remembers at least one occasion when some adventurous young man attempted to smuggle himself into the place for the night. Once when I was working on an army post, I lived for some time in WAC quarters, which were under almost constant MP surveillance. When I asked about this I was told that it was a necessary precaution, since men were always trying to break into the building.
From internal evidence, I would say that The Three Wolves was written in England at the end of the nineteenth century. It was then probably brought up to date and republished in the United States in the early 1920's. The situation described in the book has not changed at all, however-the reader can be assured that young men still find girls' dormitories a challenge, still devise ingenious ways of entering them and are still suitably rewarded.
L. F. Miller, Ph.D. New York, New York July, 1968
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THE THREE WOLVES
Sissie.
WE BOYS CALLED HIM ON ACCOUNT OF HIS girlish looks and success in imitating the fair sex.
It afforded him great amusement to attire himself in girl's clothing in order to have the laugh on someone. His curly brown hair, large brown eyes, delicate girlish features, small hands and feet and natural ability to imitate anyone he wished to, enabled him to play the part of a young lady to perfection.
Well do I remember one summer day Sissie became enamoured of a young lady of about his own age, a pupil at a selected boarding school for girls near the town.
The young lady's name was Dora Finch and Sissie had made her acquaintance at a party which she and several of their girls attended.
Sissie was badly smitten at first, nor could we blame him after seeing the girl. She was rather tall and finely shaped with dark eyes and hair, a trace of olive in her complexion, crimson rosebud mouth, pearly teeth and an adorable chin. Added to this her proud, captivating manner was irresistible.
Sissie's opportunities for making love to this affinity were very meagre at the best but set resolutely to work on the assumption that faint heart never won fair lady.
At first his wooing advances were received disdainfully enough. The young lady seemed disposed not to take him seriously and evidently delighted coquettishly stringing him along.
This condescension on her part hurt and humiliated Sissie and finally aggravated him to such an extent that he determined to improve the first opportunity to convince her that he really was not the sap she fancied him to be by boldly asking her to indulge his desires.
"Oh yes, I'll let you try it," laughed Dora. "You would only tease me, I know, but it would be better than nothing at all. However, I am safe in making the promise, knowing that you will never have the chance to try it."
That night in pursuance with our scheme, Mat and I made a hasty visit to the city and the following day Mrs. Johnson was in receipt of this letter:
My dear Mrs. Johnson:
My wife and I being on the eve of our departure for Europe and having been favorably impressed by reports both as to scholarship and the high standard of morals and refinement of your establishment from friends and former patrons of your school. We have decided to confide our only daughter to your care for the summer.
Our time being limited we decided this step on the spur of the moment, and unless we receive a telegram from you advising us that you are unable to receive her, she will be with you tomorrow.
We have the honor dear madame, to be Your humble servant, J. T. Gilmour. P.S. Our daughter will be accompanied by Mr. Mathew Farley, a resident of your village visiting us. Another friend of ours also lives there: Mr. Thomas Cline. If it is not contrary to the rules of your establishment I should be pleased to have you allow these gentlemen to call on Nellie occasionally. It will keep her more contented and possibly avoid homesickness.
The following morning I was lounging around the depot as the train pulled in at ten o'clock. Mat and Nellie straightened and greeted Mrs. Johnson, who effusively rushed up to meet them.
At dinner we made the acquaintance of Dora and Flora, also Miss Marie, the plump little French teacher aged about twenty-five and Miss Julia, a distant cousin of Mrs. Johnson who was providing her with a home. She was a sub teacher and aged about twenty-two, large, blonde, fat and jolly.
We made a pleasant party at the dinner and improved our acquaintance with the ladies. Afterwards they graciously showed us about the spacious grounds, and we met a number of other girls who were there for the summer.
When Mat and I finally took our departure, Mrs. Johnson was very insistent that we call any Sunday afternoon, thereby playing directly into our hands.
Getting down to matters of detail with Nellie, Mrs. Johnson wished to know whether she wanted a room to herself or would like to room with another girl.
"I would rather room with a chum, Mrs. Johnson," replied Nellie. "It will not be so lonesome-that is, provided any of the girls want me," she added.
"I have no roommate now, Mrs. Johnson," volunteered Dora, upon whom Nellie had been exerting her powers of fascination. "I will be glad to have her room with me if it is agreeable with her."
"Thank you very much, I shall be delighted," replied Nellie in truth.
"Then that is settled. I will have your suitcases taken up to Dora's room," said Mrs. Johnson. Then turning to Dora, she said, "You had better show Nellie around this afternoon, so she can get acquainted."
This being agreeable to Dora, they started off, chatting and their friendship grew apace, while they strolled about with their arms about each other's waists.
The grounds were expansive and completely screened from the public's view by a high stone wall and high banks of shrubbery. Shade trees were scattered about and in one corner there was a lovely little pond of clear fresh water, with sandy shores and surrounded by bushes making it a delightfully shaded and quiet retreat.
"Here's where we come to bathe," said Dora. "No one can see us and we do not have to bother with bathing suits. Most of us swim, and it is quite deep in the center and the water is fine."
'Oh won't that be jolly," said Nellie. "I can swim, too. Let's come here tomorrow and have a good time."
Dora readily assented and they returned to the house.
That evening Nellie expressed a whim to retire early, pleading fatigue and Dora considerately assenting, they retired to their room. Once inside with the blinds drawn down and the door locked, Nellie turned to Dora and said, "Well, Miss Dora, the last time I saw you, you accused me of lacking nerve and not having sufficient sense to devise a scheme for meeting you; nevertheless you see I am here."
He spoke in his natural voice and Dora almost collapsed from astonishment.
"Why, why, why, what do you mean?" she gasped. "Surely you are not Sissie?"
"Ah, but I am," said Sissie, as we shall now again call him after relegating the name of Nellie to obscurity. "I love you, Dora. Please don't make me go."
"Oh all right," laughed Dora. "Since you say you love me so much, I will let you undress me. I am dreadfully lazy this hot weather." With that she reclined languidly back on the sofa while Sissie knelt and stripped off her shoes and stockings, fondling her plump legs as he did so.
Ah, but she was an enticing apparition and Sissie hugged her to him raining hot passionate kisses on her face, neck and bosom, which latter swelling snow white semi-globes and taking a pink nipple into his mouth, he sucked it like a baby while his hand pressed and molded her beautiful bubbies.
"Ah, Sissie, let's go to bed. You have stirred me up till I no longer can restrain my desires. How I wish you were a real man. You will have to exert yourself somewhat to combat the fire that is now consuming me. Ah, believe me, I feel as though I could draw your backbone out. Hurry, do undress."
Sissie required no urging, but sitting down yanked off his shoes and stockings, while Dora let down her abundant dark hair, which veiled her adorable figure to below her waist, and leaped upon the bed where she lay outstretched on her back, impatiently observing Sissie with longing eyes.
Sissie blew out the light and then shed his skirts and drawers. Turning towards the bed with Mr. Pego at full stand, he paused only long enough to push aside Dora's eager hands, which were seeking the object of her solicitude, and threw himself between her inviting thighs and quickly guided the head of his eager prick to the lips of her burning quim. One forceful thrust sent it well home.
As his rigid instrument of fully eight inches of muscular fibre vigorously driven by an athletic body began to penetrate Dora's quivering sheath, which it filled to completion, her astonishment was indescribable. Quickly clasping her shapely limbs over his loins, embracing him warmly she murmured in an ecstasy of bliss, "Oh, oh, you dear boy, what a noble, what a magnificent prick, oh, I shall die with joy, do not come before I do, dear, make it last, oh, oh!"
Sissie's embrace can only be likened to a bear hug, and clasping her slender body to him, he was soon in her up to the balls. Then commenced a regular piston-like movement. Back and forth went the great monster while her burning sheath, contracted and compressed it, as loath to lose such a choice morsel even for a moment. With each stroke their emotions increased until panting and gasping, the crisis drew near, then getting into the short flings, Sissie gasped, "Oh, my darling, I am coming. Are you with me?"
Convulsively thrusting up her heaving bottom, Dora replied in moaning accents, "O ... I ... am coming ... too ... push harder now, there ... oh!" as she lubricated his hot and naming lance and relaxed under him at the moment that he poured his hot cream into her still puckering cunt.
They were both in an almost fainting state, and it was some time before Sissie withdrew from the hot embrace. Arising, he lit the lamp and proceeded to cool their inflamed parts by the application of a wet towel, then returning to bed, he slipped an arm around Dora's neck and drew her head upon his shoulder. She snuggled up to him, laid one plump leg across his thighs, and while her hand found and caressed the pleasant stranger she had so lately entertained, she murmured, "Oh, Sissie, how can you ever forgive me? To think that I should ever have ridiculed this magnificent prick, which has afforded me so much untold pleasure."
"Pshaw, that was all forgotten the moment I got Reuben into this sweet nest," replied Sissie, as he fingered her juicy slit. "I loved you too much to be easily offended, though your contempt did cut me deeply."
"Oh, I am so sorry," replied Dora penitently, "and I will try to make it up to you. You are a real man, and I love you dearly. Never again will I judge a person by their looks. Only to think that a little fellow like you could be blessed with such a noble cock. And the beauty of it is that we shall be able to enjoy each other without anyone being the wiser."
"Fine, isn't it?" commented Sissie.
Mutally caressing and praising each other's charms, the while exchanging hotly passionate kisses, they were soon preparing for another encounter in love's amorous warfare. This time Sissie threw himself on his back and straddling across him on her knees, Dora softly sank down upon his champion and rode a delicious protracted race, till nature could stand no more and they again exchanged their essences of love.
Maintaining this position, Sissie drew up the bed clothes and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Refreshed by sound slumber, they awoke the next morning to find themselves still clinging to each other, and their exchange of greetings caused Sissie to stiffen up until he again required relief. Rolling Dora over without unsheathing, this was accomplished to their mutual satisfaction and delight.
Then aided by Dora's deft touches, Sissie assumed his impersonation and became a prettier girl than ever.
The next day Sissie started forth resolved to increase his acquaintance. Going upstairs he was proceeding along the hall, and being unfamiliar with the building he made a wrong turn, pushed open what he supposed to be his own chamber, and entered.
He had entered the room of Miss Marie, the pretty French teacher. She was sitting on a low chair, her skirts above her waist, one leg drawn up till her heel rested on the edge of the chair and the other stretched out at full length.
Although he made no sound, she must instinctively have felt his presence, for turning her head, she now perceived him. With a gasp of consternation she sprang to her feet hurriedly, drawing down her dress as she did so. Her face went white, then red with surprise and shame.
As she stood up something dropped to the floor at her feet. Sissie perceived at a glance that it was a dildo or artificial prick, with a pair of artificial balls attached.
"What you want? Why are you here? Why you not knock before you enter? This is awful." And she went on mixing her English and French in her excitement. "It is awful that a lady can have no privacy. Know you not enough to knock?"
"I am the new girl who came yesterday," he stammered. "I was trying to get to my room and thought this way was it. The door being unfastened, I opened it and entered. I do hope you will forgive my stupid intrusion. Really, I had no idea whatever of spying on you. But you shouldn't feel so badly," he continued slyly, wishing to mollify her and put her at her ease. "I have done the same thing myself when I couldn't get a boy to do it for me. Are there no young men here available to help you out, Miss Marie? You certainly must have a beau, you are so sweet and pretty."
"Oh, these boys and young men," cried Marie disgustedly, forgetting what had occurred in contemplation of her new idea. "They are stupid, blind moles. No enterprise have they, no what you call nerve. Do they try to reach this place where longing hearts call to them, and rich would be their reward? Bah, they are sheep. In France, ah, there is different, there they would consider it but sport to outwit the madame, she herself suffers from their stupidity. It makes me weep when I think of it."
"Miss Marie, do you mean to say that Mrs. Johnson, who is so pious, would contenance anything of that sort?"
"Mon dieu, pious!" exclaimed Marie. "Know then that after I had first come here, by accident she discovered that I have this, stooping and picking up the dildo, then she have me come to her room in the night and use it on her, in the dark it is better so that she may think it is a man as I lay on top of her. So much she sigh for man, even as I do. This night I must visit her."
Sissie made a mental note of this agreeable fact and replied, "So you wish for a real prick instead of that one?" pointing to the dildo.
"Ah! it would be heavenly, but why speak of it. It makes it the worse to bear."
"Oh, I don't know about that," said Sissie in his natural voice, deliberately raising his skirts and displaying his rigid charmer. "How about this? Do you think you could use it?"
Astounded, Marie recoiled a few paces and her knees seemed to tremble and knock together under her though her lustful eyes were riveted on his attractive cock. Then she drew a long breath and said, "Who are you? How come you here?"
"Let us suppose that I am an angel sent here in response to your fervent prayer," replied Sissie with a hearty laugh.
Having somewhat recovered from her astonishment, Marie, now stepped up to Sissie, and taking his rampant prick in her soft hand, squeezed it as if to convince herself of its actuality.
Proudly erect, it jerked and throbbed in her hand, causing smiles to wreath and added piquancy to her happy face.
"I care not if you are angel or devil," she exclaimed, and darting to the door, she quickly locked it. Returning, she sat down at the edge of the bed, and pulling up her skirts up above her waist dropped herself on her back, leaving her legs dangling over the sides.
"Angel or devil," she repeated, "I care not which, only that I can feel that so grande preeck. But come quickly before we are disturbed, or I awake and find it all a dream, or maybe you will fly away like an angel."
Sissie required no further invitation. He had with difficulty repressed an emission, and stepping between her plump thighs, her legs were quickly wound about his back, over his buttocks and seizing his pleasure-giver, guided it unerringly against the burning lips of her excited cunt, which nestled in a profusion of luxuriously curled hair. Then, before he had time to make a thrust, she heaved up her bottom and entered the head.
Sissie leaned forward over her and entwining their arms about each other, another wriggle on her part and a fierce drive or two on her and his weapon was in to the hilt.
Locked in a close embrace, both in the highest state of agitation, their riotous movements attested the strength of their youthful ardour. The suction of Marie's cunt was delicious in the extreme, and unable to check the rising flood, Sissie ejected a prolific stream of burning love into her fiery crater, and as he slackened his pace, Marie fairly screamed, "Oh, do not stop! Holy Mother, keep it up! Ah, do not be so cruel! Heaven will open to me soon, do not s-t-o-p!"
Thus urged on, Sissie put more vim into his motions and so fiercely did Marie wriggle and twist and such delicious nippings and pressure did she apply to his burning prick, that just as she gave the final twist and moaning with joyful ecstasy, bathed his tool with her love juice, he came again and mingled his ebullition with hers.
Marie held him firmly clasped with arms and legs till the first wild tumult of her passion had subsided, then dropped her legs. She insisted on bathing and drying his drooping charger, during which operation she could not resist repeatedly kissing and caressing the cause of her recent joys.
Now seated on the sofa, with their arms about each other, Marie expressed the natural curiosity she felt at his being there. Sissie in a few words explained the object of his visit to the institution and elicited the exclamation, "What a man! What nerve! I retract all that I had to say in criticism of the Americans. But you, too, have a love, the Miss Dora. What a fortunate girl to have you for a roommate; such a tantalizing prick to play with, retorted Marie dejectedly.
"Well, if she was aware of how I have been loving you, she might have cause for jealousy," replied Sissie. "Even at this, if I am not careful, she will at the best have but a limber prick to play with this evening."
"No, indeed," replied Marie animatedly. "You are too much of a man, you have plenty and she will never miss the little you have given me. But maybe Mr.--, what you call your name-Sissie, will give me just a leetle bit more before he goes?" She added slyly, "If so, he must be quick, for it is time for some one to come."
"I'm afraid I will have to disappoint you this time," replied Sissie, with evident reluctance. "I must save myself for tonight, if I expect to do a creditable job in your place, Marie."
"I fail to understand! You do a job in my place, what you mean?" ejaculated Marie in astonishment.
"Why, don't you see, I propose to visit Mrs. Johnson in your stead tonight. You say that she expects you and that the meeting will take place in the dark. I will impersonate you and treat her to a real exhibition of fucking in place of the artificial one. She will thank me if she wants it as badly as you seem to think she does, and then everything will be safe for all of us, and there will be no further occasion to dread discovery."
"It ees a grant plan! Madam has forbidden me to speak when I am with her, so she can the more think it is a man. But such daring, such audacity! Madame will faint when she discovers the truth."
"I'll take my chance on that," replied Sissie. "But now you must post me in order that I may play my part well."
After getting all the details, Sissie kissed her an affectionate goodby and hurried away to his room. There he found Dora arranging her apparel in a closet.
"Where have you been?" she asked.
He replied, "I headed for our room but made a wrong turn and stumbled on Miss Marie, where I remained to make her acquaintance."
"Good gracious, what do you mean?"
"Nothing much. I found her in trouble and felt called upon to help her out, that's all." And Sissie related the details of his encounter, which did not suffer any from his lurid description.
Dora laughed heartily when she discovered how he had found Marie and described the pleasant time she was having all by herself, but she could not help pouting when he related the manner in which he had helped her out.
"That shows clearly how dearly you love me," she exclaimed petulantly. "The idea! Diddling another woman the moment you get out of my sight. If that is what you propose doing, I do not wish to continue rooming with you. We will not be able to procure the solace so essential to unrestrained enjoyment."
"Don't worry sweetheart. There is plenty left for you," he replied soothingly as he pulled her onto his lap, hugging and kising her as amorously as she could desire. "You should not find fault with me for succumbing to temptation. And then do you not remember you promised me I should have some of the other girls on the night of my arrival."
"Ah, but I didn't love you then as I do now," cried Dora.
"But," continued Sissie prettily, "there are other important reasons. If I can seduce teachers, they will be compelled to wink at our little peccadiloes. But I love you best of all and you shall always be my regular sweetheart and roommate."
"I fancy you are right," assented Dora, returning his kisses warmly. "But I do hate to think of another woman sharing your favors, even if you do love me best. Suppose you do land the teachers, there still remains Mrs. Johnson, and she's the worst one of them all."
"There you are wrong," replied Sissie, and he forthwith proceeded to outline his plan for that night.
Dora protested strenuously against the venture, but his persuasion won, or possibly it was the warmth of his caresses which rendered her more amenable to reason. At all events she consented to assist him, and how this was accomplished future events will show.
That night Sissie crept noiselessly downstairs and made his way to Mrs. Johnson's room. Gently pushing open the door, he entered.
The room was in intense darkness and giving Marie's prearranged sign by coughing twice it was answered from the other side of the room, whither he made his way. Reaching the bed, his groping hands touched a naked body.
Now his searching fingers entered the moist opening and began to titillate a prominent clitoris. His other hand wandered across a soft wide belly until it reached a pair of firm large breasts, tipped with stiffly standing nipples, which he proceeded to squeeze and caress.
The effect of his delicate touches was soon apparent. Mrs. Johnson began to move and squirm, her breath quickened and at length, she whispered, "Marie, don't stand there all night. I will dissolve before you get started."
Without-a word Sissie quietly got between her open thighs, and placing his impatient pego in the opening, pushed in. The entrance was ample but very hot and a few steady shoves sufficed to bury it to the balls.
If she felt any difference between the living tool and the customary appliance, she was too excited to notice it. Heaving up her bottom to meet his thrusts, each bound lifting her buttocks clear of the bed, she placed her hands on his hips and drew him towards her as he rose.
Hugging her closely, Sissie with his head on her shoulder prodded manfully and deeply. Soon he felt her snug retreat contract spasmodically on his heaving instrument. She gave one long, delighted sigh and slackening her pace, Sissie became aware that she opened her floodgates. Stirred by the flow, he accelerated his pace and soon followed, emitting his hot discharge deep in her vitals.
As he relaxed upon her body, she felt his hot gush and proceeded to push him off, whispering softly, "Get up, Marie. Something has burnt inside of me. Get off quickly! I must see what it is."
Soon the light was burning brightly, revealing to her Sissie seated on the edge of the bed. Without looking in his direction, Mrs. Johnson was intently examining her burning quim. A few pearly drops bedewed the red lips and some had wet the surrounding hair. Rubbing her fingers about in the mess, she lifted them to her nose and sniffed them.
"Why, what can it be?" she exclaimed. "What did you have on that thing? Let me see it."
Sissie, still motionless, had been intently surveying her naked, shapely figure, critically. Slightly above medium height, weight about a hundred and fifty pounds, plump and buxom but not too fat, she might have posed as a model of matronly perfection.
His eager eyes roved from her large white bubbies to the broad white belly, wide hips tapering into ample thighs and graceful legs, her red-lipped doves nest nestling in a thicket of brown curls, matching in color that of her abundant tresses; shapely shoulders and arms, and a clean cut, fine looking face made a harmonious whole.
The contemplation of all these charms had quickly revivified Sissie's drooping champion, and as Mrs. Johnson put her question, it was standing proudly at attention and unflinchingly met her gaze as she turned round to look at him.
He smiled and said, "Marie is not here. I am her substitute tonight."
"Who are you and how came you here? A man in my room, am I mad, or dreaming? Are you a robber?"
"Calm yourself, dear Mrs. Johnson, and I will try to explain, and I hope I may also be able to give your dream a fitting and pleasant climax," replied Sissie, laughing softly. "I am not a robber, unless I committed a theft in stealing some delicious enjoyment without your consent. In reality I am Nellie, taking Marie's place, and I do hope I may have been the means of affording you a little pleasure."
"Nellie!" exclaimed Mrs. Johnson, whose startled eyes seemingly fixed on his noble shaft. "How can you be Nellie? Come, explain yourself!"
"Very well, if you insist, Mrs. Johnson," said Sissie. "Explanations shall be in order. To begin with, one of your young ladies dared me to venture into this school, promising to gratify my wishes if successful.
"With this as an incentive and having some qualifications for impersonating a young lady, I managed to deceive you and entered here as the person you know as Nellie Gilmour.
"Ascertaining quite by accident that Marie occasionally visited you in an endeavor to soothe your natural passions, I prevailed upon her to allow me to represent her here this evening, in the hope that I might have a more satisfactory solution of the problem. You know the rest, and I sincerely hope that my action has your approbation."
"I am amazed at your audacity and shocked at your immoral conduct!" wailed Mrs. Johnson. "To think of having a wicked young man among my innocent girls! It's simply outrageous!"
"But you did not appear to be so dreadfully shocked while you were under the impression that I was merely Marie. If I should divulge what has transpired here, it certainly would not conduce to the moral tone of your establishment, and my two friends could corroborate me to the extent of vouching for my presence here."
Then taking his stiffly standing member in his hand, he added insinuatingly, "Why spite your desires? This gentleman is still at your service."
In the meantime Mrs. Johnson had been cogitating deeply, and it was quite evident to her that Sissie had the trump hand. Then, woman-like, she could not help admiring his brazen effrontery, and besides she did not particularly care to dash aside the cup of pleasure so temptingly offered. Throughout her long widow-hood she had frequently experienced the pangs of unsatisfied desire; why not avail herself of the proffered joys?
"I have concluded to allow you to remain. Naturally, you must keep up your disguise as Nellie and be careful that no hint of this reaches the public, for that would be my ruination.
"Your two friends being in the plot, I feel that we may rely on their discretion. As for my girls, I strongly suspect that some of them are not quite so innocent as they would appear.
"Only be cautious and do not force matters so as to frighten them and give cause for scandal. And now," she added mischievously, "as you practically stole the last bit from me, I think you should return it."
Sissie hastened to reassure her about Tom and Mat, and promised discretion in everything. Needless to say, he also expressed a perfect willingness to restore the stolen piece of tail.
Seated on the edge of the bed with Sissie standing in front of her, Mrs. Johnson took his rampant tool in her warm hand and critically examined it, squeezing and fondling his splendid balls at the same time.
"It's been so long since I've had a real cock in my hands that you must let me caress this beauty for a little while!" exclaimed the now thoroughly aroused woman.
Sissie told her to take her pleasure, knowing well that her delicious tittilations would help recuperate him after the ordeals of the afternoon and taking her firm breasts in each hand, pressed and moulded them, then dropping one hand, his fingers became busy with the hot lips and hairy bush, adding fresh fuel to the flame already raging there.
How they embraced, kissing and hugging each other passionately, and without releasing him, Mrs. Johnson threw herself back onto the bed and they rolled into position for commencing a brisk engagement and were nicely warming up, when Sissie noticed the door opened softly and in came Marie followed by Julia, the other teacher, and after them trooped in Dora and Flora, all of whom took up advantageous positions to observe the fine points of the conflict being waged before them.
Sissie had expected Marie and Dora, that being part of his plan, but he had not counted on Julia and Flora also. However he gave no sign of recognition, but manfully continued his efforts to please and satisfy his latest conquest.
Mrs. Johnson was not in a position to see the intruders but even had she been, her eyes were now closed, as her emotions were growing on her and all unconscious of the charming spectacle she was affording to the onlookers, she quickened her pace, sighing and panting, while low murmurs of love and bliss escaped her. At length she gave a low cry of joy and mingled her dissolving fluid with a warm jet from Sissie.
Lying motionless for a few moments in that delicious state of lethargy which always follows an ardent encounter, Sissie rose and said, "Mrs. Johnson, courtesy demands that you arise and entertain your visitors. They seem to have been greatly interested in our little comedy, judging from their breathless attitudes and heightened color."
The hapless woman gave one staring, startled glance, then buried her face in the pillow and actually sobbed with vexation. "Why, oh why, did I ever forget myself!" And apparently overcome with shame and mortification, "Oh, I am ruined, disgraced! Oh, please go away!"
This action had not been anticipated, and all looked at each other in blank dismay, but Marie, recovering her senses in a moment and running to the bed, placed her arms around the sobbing woman, while she said soothingly, "Do not weep, dear madame, it ees nothing! It ees an accident!" winking at the others. "I hear something downstairs and call Miss Julia, Dora and Flora and we come and see. The light shines through the door, we look in and enter. That we may not cause madame to lose her pleasure, we remain silent. It ees only natural that madame should wish to enjoy herself. Yes, we will forget what we have seen. Let madame forgive us!"
"Yes, cousin Bella," said Julia, "it is as Marie says, there is nothing to cry about or be ashamed of. I would welcome some of these attentions myself and not cry afterwards either! Come, it is only a good joke. Get up and put a decent face upon the matter."
By this time madame had somewhat recovered her composure and was now sitting up on the bed. The girls crowded round her with smiling faces and with soothing expressions, soon put her completely at her ease.
"Why, Bella," continued Julia, "I am surprised that a little thing like this should have upset you so. If you had wanted it as badly as I do at this moment, you wouldn't have cared a snap who saw you. And to convince you that we harbor no resentment, if this modest young man can spare me a little I am perfectly willing to assume your place on the bed, and endeavor and instruct the company." And stepping over to Sissie, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, she took his limp tool in her fat hand then proceeded to fondle it.
But even though she cast aside her robe de nuit and exposed her solid, massive nakedness to his eyes, her caresses were futile. His majesty refused to raise his head.
Sissie stroked her expansive, soft bubbies, felt and titilated her pouting, fat-lipped cunt, daintly covered with light yellow curls, caressed her massive thighs, patted and shook her great protruding buttocks.
Then in a clinging embrace, they exchanged warm, passionate kisses, while the other girls who had likewise tossed their garments aside, joking and laughing, but all their efforts were in vain. Cocky still hung his head.
"Well, ladies," exclaimed Madame, "I will tell you girls a story Mr. Brown once told me about two French ladies.
"One day, the young marquise Araceli and her cousin, the viscountess Mathilde, decided to take a long walk.
"'Where shall we go?' asked Araceli. 'The country scenery makes me tired."
"'The same to me; the trees, no matter how beautiful they may be, are tiresome company for me."
"'That's my opinion; so, the best thing to do is to go downtown."
"And out they went, arm in arm, walking slowly, swaying with feminine gracefulness the curled feathers of their splendid chapeaux.
"The young marquise, Araceli was a woman of regular height, with an ample bust and well rounded curves; her hair and eyes were jet black, the nose was broad, the cheeks fleshy and rosy, the mouth red and large; in one word, a beauty, that would arouse the most dormant lascivious desires.
"Her cousin, viscountess Mathilde, was a type entirely opposite: tall, blonde, slender, and spiritualized as the heroines of English lore; all this did not prevent her from having broad shoulders, firm and pointed teats and that under the cloth of her gray, well-fitting skirt one might see a pair of pretty legs, well-rounded, fleshy and vigorous.
"It was a splendid spring day, the sunlight flooded the streets and in the balconies the flowers filled the atmosphere with enervating perfumes.
"The triumphant beauty of Araceli and Mathilde made the men turn their heads around and stop short to tell them things; some timidly, others brutally, full of lustiness and appetite.
"'You're a beauty.' " 'What a peach!'
"'Gee whiz, what an ass! I would screw you five times without stopping, and more if needed."
"'I would suck your cunt for nothing."
"'The hell, these are women and not the damned sheathe I have at home!' Arceli and Mathilde looked somewhere else, so that they were not seen smiling. These atrocities, enough to make a fireman blush, were those that pleased their pride the most, for they proved how much they aroused man's appetite.
"'Men,' said Mathilde, 'resemble dogs in summer time; no wonder spring is at hand."
"Arceli sighed and seemed thoughtful.
"The viscountess asked her, 'What's the matter? Are you sad? Doesn't the marquis fulfill well his duties as a husband?'
"'The marquis,' retorted Arceli, 'not only does not fulfill his duties well; he doesn't fulfill them at all."
"'What?'
""As I say."
"'Poor thing! You must be desperate ... '
"'Entirely; sometimes I think about killing myself. The marquis married me at forty, when he was like most aristocratic people: his prick seemed a cotton rag and his balls have no scum. Eight days after being married his prick went down and has gone up not ever since."
"'But that's awful!'
"'Entirely so, my dear. One night, when he drank more than usual, he felt like having a screw. "Come on dear," he said, "get in place." I took his prick and saw that it was only half up. "You can't do it," I said, but he insisted. "Yes, hurry, before it goes down again." But things happened as I had foretold and the moment he began fucking his damn prick collapsed and looked like a rag good for the dogs."
"Mathilde seemed thoughtful.
"'Haven't you ever deceived the marquis?'
"'Never. And you, to the viscount?'
"'Never."
"'We are then two virtues."
"'Exactly, and two virtues to be admired, because I am with my husband on the same standing as you with yours."
"'That true?'
"'Naked truth, my dear. We two are quite unfortunates. My husband's prick is good only for pissing."
"They went on talking, giving vent to their sorrows.
""Now that we have gone into confidential ground,' said Araceli, 'I must tell you that my husband, is so "refined" that he has taught me everything."
"'So the same with me and the viscount."
"'Is it possible?'
"'My word of honor."
"'I knew everything eight days after being married."
"'Everything?'
"'Absolutely everything."
"'Then I am better off than you. In six days, I was doctor in the fucking profession."
"The two girls laughed loudly, temporarily forgetting that they were on the street and that the eyes of all men went after them.
""Tell me, Mathilde, dear,' said Arceli, 'has your husband ever sucked your cunt?'
"'Sure, he has. During many months the brigand has done nothing else, to make up for his capacity."
"'And do you know what ass fucking is?'
""Yes, I do."
"'Did you like it?'
"'Very ... Really, I think I like it more than cunt fucking. But you only ask. Let's see, what have you done?"
"'I,' said Arceli, 'not only know all those nice tricks, but furthermore, one night, trying to arouse the poor marquis, I took his prick and placed it in my mouth."
"'Nothing new,' said Mathilde proudly. 'We are even. I have also sucked my husband's prick, many, many times.
"There was a long pause, during which the two girls seemed to think deeply.
"'And to think,' said the marquise, 'that we have remained faithful, stupidly faithful, to our husbands, that are good for nothing, when a simple goo goo eye would bring to us ten, twenty, fifty men, real true men! That would fuck so nicely, even through the ears!'
"'Yes, but a lover is always dangerous. Men are all too talkative, and tell on us after."
"'True."
"T would fuck night and day and forever, if I were sure that my man would not recognize me the next day."
"'You're right, and I'm sure that all of us women think the same way. The only thing that keeps us married ones virtuous or not the fear of the unknown or that of getting caught, but the danger of somebody pointing at us with his finger any day, saying, "I've fucked her." I am convinced, dear cousin, that society, as men's doing, is very badly arranged."
"So they were when a well dressed young man accosted them, handing each a perfumed envelope, and disappearing quickly.
""What's it?' asked Arceli.
"On the cover and type printed were the words, 'for ladies only."
"'It must be the advertisement of some perfumist or that of a maitrix specialist."
""Let's see."
"Mathilde tore the cover and took a sheet of paper from within, printed in two colors. Suddenly, her eyes brightened and her cheeks glowed saying, 'This is wonderful, my dear!'
"'What's it?'
"'Look!'
"And she read half aloud:
"'THE PRICK: men prepared according to the latest Paris fashion, for the exclusive use of women.
Tariff.
For one or two screws........25 Pesetas.
For a whole night.............40 "
For an ass screw.............30 "
Sucking....................10
Screws at home (conventional prices)
Prospectus.
"The Manager of 'The Prick' thinks that he renders a great service to womankind with the establishment of 'The Prick."
"We must recognize it: Catholic Church, instituting monogamy and indisoluble marriage has made most women unhappy.
"What is chastity good for?
"It is good for nothing at all.
There are millions of unmarried women and widows who have to console themselves with the use of the finger, or of a banana, a ridiculous practice, rejected by Medicine.
"There are also thousands of women married by impotent men, who do not fuck or fuck very badly, and that suffer the lack of their husbands or get a lover running fearful risks.
"Women!
"You all may still be happy going to 'The Prick!'
"At 'The Prick,' there are fifty young men, good looking and manly, that know all the secrets of the art, and that will suck your cunts, will fuck you forwards or backwards, in every position or attitude that you may dream of.
"Try and be convinced!
"What detains you?
"The fear of being known?
"To make that fear disappear the Manager and owner of-
"THE PRICK' has devised a means of your going there without danger.
"You may go on foot or in a cab as you please, wearing a mask that you may keep over your face as long as you remain in our building, so that no one may recognize you.
"At the door of our office there is a bell; ring without fear; it will open immediately and the waiter, clad in red, will take you to the hall where the men await you entirely naked. You choose that or those that may please you best.
"The service is excellent; the house is full of comfort; the beds are first class; there are a yellow, a red and a blue hall, decorated by one of the leading upholsterers in Paris, the city of of pleasure. Bidets and water closets. Electric lights and full size mirrors in every room.
"No loss in trying!
"Ladies, hold on to the prick as to a fife saving anchor!
"The Prick' will distract you and make you happy.
"Offices: Jerkit Street No. 69. Permanent service."
"'What do you think?' asked Araceli, whose blue eyes were flaming.
"'I think,' said her cousin, 'that the prospect couldn't come on a better opportunity or go to better hands, in such a need for it. I think we should buy two masks right away ... '
"'Have you got any money?'
"'Three hundred pesetas bills."
"T have one of fifty. That's enough. Come on!'
"One hour later, Araceli and Mathilde entered masked into the house where The Prick had its offices. They rang the bell and a waiter, ten or twelve years old, opened the door.
"'Please come this way,' said the boy.
"They were taken to a hall where a little window opened from one of the walls.
"A voice asked them from there, 'What kind of a service do you want?'
"The cousins eyed each other askingly.
"Mathilde said, 'I don't understand ... '
""We want to try everything."
"'I ask if you want to spend the night here, or stay three or four hours only?'
"Areceli answered nervously, 'Yes, the last will be better."
"'Do you wish any extraordinary service?'
""No, sir."
"But the voice went on.
"'All the ladies who come here always ask for some extraordinary service as advertised in the Prospectus. You know well that in love affairs, the question is to begin. Who, after two screws, may unheed the voice of flaming desire does not like to be sucked or fucked by the ass? That's my opinion: now, you will decide."
"Araceli and Mathilde eyed each other consultingly. Araceli shrugged her shoulders saying, 'As you please."
"'I think,' said Mathilde, 'that, as we have come ... '
"Mathilde reached the window, saying, 'All right. Go ahead then!'
"'We must do everything?' '"That's it."
"'All right. How many are you?' " 'Two."
"'That makes ... One hundred and thirty pesatas."
"'Here they are."
"Mathilde received at the window two green colored cards.
"Araceli murmured laughingly, 'So they are going to put us-green."
"The waiter, who walked in front of them, opened a door saying, 'Go in, ladies."
"Araceli and her cousin found themselves in a large hall, sumtuously decorated in red. The carpet, the curtains, the doors, the furniture, everything was red. And on such gorgeous background were the bodies of four vigorous men, entirely naked.
"They were four specimens of manly beauty the oldest one was not over twenty-five years old, and the youngest not less than twenty-three; all were white, muscular, agile, clean, underneath the belly and under the thickness of the curled hairs that adorned their manly attribute, their pricks, short and fat, might be seen, resting solemnly over pairs of brown and large balls.
"One of them stood up and addressed the ladies.
"'We are at your service. You will say if you have enough with two men or if you need all of us."
"At the sight of such wonderful cocks, Mathilde and Araceli were dominated by that violent lustiness of the Bacchants.
"'With two men,' said the viscountess with her usual impetuousness, 'I haven't enough to begin with."
"'The same say I."
"'Moreover,' said the marquise, addressing the four fuckers, 'you must bear in mind that we are two married women who haven't fucked with' their husbands since some years ago."
"They began to undress themselves, helped by the men amidst lusty kisses and caressing pinches, preparatory to the ardent love fight.
The hat, the fine embroidered pants with blue rosy ribbons, everything, went to the floor, in picturesque confusion. At last they were entirely naked, with only the masks on. Suddenly, obeying a feminine desire of being pursued, they began to run, swaying gracefully their ample curves, Araceli remembering then the nymphs of Diana, unloosened their hair.
"'Catch us,' cried the girls, jumping like deer over the furniture. 'Catch us, and we will be yours!'
"They, supple as acrobats, went after them, and soon caught the girls by the hair.
"'And now?' said each one to his prisoner, 'what are you going to do?'
"'I surrender ... Here I am ... Rejoice in my body ... '
"So they laid the girls down on the carpet and began the screwing, slowly, wisely.
"Araceli and Mathilde felt their men put their left arm around their waists, while with the right hand they caressed their asses gently. Both men were great fuckers, they knew the great influence that the position of the man has on the pleasure enjoyed by the women. The excellence of their attitude consisted in that, while they separated their trunk so as not to lie over the teats of the women, they leaned strongly against their cunts, which gave rise to voluptuous rubbings of a maddening intensity. All this was increased by the unceasing movements of their right hand, that either was employed in rubbing their asses or playing with their teats, or caressing their tempting curves.
"But as soon as the first screw was over the two fuckers who were in waiting and were greatly excited at such a sight, made the others get up and attacked furiously, mad with lustiness, the two women who lay on the carpet with half-closed eyes, deep breathing lungs that made their teats tremble.
"After this second screw, the two girls had a rest. The men, proud of fulfilling their duties as professional fuckers, made the girls sit on their heels, with legs open, washing their cunts scrupulously with a sponge. While washing they rubbed their clitorises gently, making them shudder with happiness and gasp with lust.
"After a pause, a truce, in that formidable combat of kisses and hugs, Araceli exclaimed, 'These are men, and not the damned old marquise!'
"'I think,' said her cousin, 'that my poor viscount would trade his honorific title for a prick as stiff as that of any of these fellows."
"Araceli and her cousin soon felt the arrival of the sweet spasm.
"T ... am ... nearly ... scum ... scumming."
"'What a glory!-Dear ... dear me ... '
"'Drink my blood, my precious thing . .
"The fuckers knew also what a strong part the caressing words exert in the amount of pleasure and answered their lascivious phrases in identical terms.
"'Go on, dovey; move your ass faster, precious! Move on dear, or I'm going to scum before you!'
"But they went on, pleasing themselves in seeing the girls swaying and rejoicing under the manly attack of their cocks, hard as steel bars.
"Mathilde asked to the one who fucked her first, "What's your name?' " 'Anthony.' " 'And yours?' " 'John."
"The ones who fucked Araceli were named Thomas and Richard.
"The attraction of the unknown conquered the girls.
"'I want to fuck!' cried the marquise. 'A man, a man at once!'
"'I want another,' said Mathilde also.
"Anthony and John, who were the less tired, went near the girls, putting some vaseline on the canal in the ass and immediately began to ass fuck them. The girls, maddened with pleasure, swayed their asses gently to and fro. Their fuckers had grabbed them by the teats and in some occasions introduced their pricks entirely, as if they wished to tear them; on another, they separated themselves a little so that only the head of the prick remained playfully at the entrance of the ass, which increased the intensity of the voluptuous emotion, and after, when they thought they were too excited and nervous and they felt that the asses opened imploringly asking for the real screws, their pricks in the intestines of the happy girls.
"Araceli, who received that frenzied and sweet screw with her legs wide open, wanted that pleasure to coincide with that of a sucking.
"'Richard!' she cried. 'Come suck my cunt!' "Mathilde wished the same instantly.
"'Come, come, Thomas; let's go down the well together."
"The two young men gladly accepted and lying down, slid themselves under the girls until their tongue stood under their cunts, thus making a good 69, for the girls were excited to such a frenzy of lasciviousness that they began to suck their pricks, partly putting aside their masks.
"Little by little, wishing to enjoy the double spasm of pleasure that simultaneously was nearing itself, the girls separated their legs more and more until their cunts, leaned heavily against the faces of the suckers, thus leaving their asses wide open. So, sucked at the front and fucked in the ass they scummed so ravishingly they thought they would die. Their asses were full of hot scum, their mouths were the same way and their moistened cunts opened like glorious flowers.
"When Araceli and Mathilde went out, it was two o'clock in the morning.
"'I'm starving,' stammered the marquise.
"'I'm so tired,' said Mathilde, 'that I have no strength to move the jaws."
"A carriage was going by.
"'Shall we take it? I can scarcely walk. I'll leave you at home. " 'As you please."
"They hired the carriage, that began to rumble slowly and noisily along the solitary streets. " 'My ass aches,' said Araceli. "'So does mine."
"'No matter! It's a sweet pain!'
"'So sweet ...!' echoed the marquise. And then she went on, 'The evening has been too happy for not repeating it again. As for me, I declare that I'll come back to "The Prick" at least once a week."
"I'll go with you."
"Soon the rumbling of the cab left them asleep, dreaming happily that soon they would fuck again, not their useless husbands but with those splendid young men, owners of beautiful, hard and strong cocks that made them shiver with happiness.
"To conclude:
"According to the news gathered in cafes and theatres in these days, 'The Prick' far from angrying the husbands, has all their good wishes. The husbands assure everyone that since that philanthropic institution was established their wives fuck much better ... and do not pester them so often at night."
When this story was finished Sissie said, "So with your kind permission, Dora and I will retire to our room for sleep and refreshment."
The others pouted, claiming it was hardly fair, but Dora and Sissie finally retired and slept for the rest of the night in each other's arms.
The following day Sissie found an opportunity to have a confidential chat with Madame and indicated to her the necessity of sending for his two friends, Mat and Tom. He insisted that he had a larger flock of girls than he could properly care for, and that their discretion equalled his own.
Objecting on the plea that she was fearful of discovery, Sissie proposed that his friends could slip in during the night and remain in the girl's rooms during the day, and this arrangement was promptly agreed to, Madame remarking that the mischief had already been accomplished. There might as well be three wolves in the fold as one, she said, but she counselled extreme prudence, for as she rightly contended, the loss of her reputation spelled her ruination.
This much accomplished, Sissie dispatched a note to me, requesting us to be at the little side gate at ten p.m. We had anticipated the summons and were punctually at the trysting place, where we were admitted by Sissie in person.
"How's everything?" whispered Mat.
"Lovely," replied Sissie. "You and Tom must follow me noiselessly. Your ladies are impatiently awaiting your coming."
Following him stealthily through the dark grounds, we approached the building where he opened a door and we entered. Removing our shoes in a vestibule, we slipped noiselessly upstairs and along the hall. Halting us at a door, Sissie rapped softly three times and whispered, "Go in, Mat, and do your duty."
Mat opened the door and entered, while Sissie led me further along the hall to another door, where the signal was repeated.
"Here's where you get busy, Tom. Miss Flora is expecting you. Do not disappoint her. I must get back to Dora," he whispered and was gone before I could ask any further questions.
Quickly passing into the lighted room, I closed the door and beheld Flora sitting at a table, pretending to read, but at my entrance she sprang up smilingly, advanced to meet me with outstretched hands. Grasping my hand warmly, she said, "How are you, Mr. Cline. I am awfully glad to see you. I was beginning to feel rather lonesome."
"I hope you will have no further occasion to feel that way while I am here, Miss Kirke!" I replied, squeezing her hand meaningly.
"Call me Flora and I will call you Tom," she said. "But be seated. You take the chair and I will sit on the bed."
"Oh, I fancy there will be room enough for two on the chair." And sitting down, I drew her onto my lap.
Clasping me about the neck, she remarked, "Better hold me tight or I might fall."
"I'll look out for that," I replied, hugging her closely and proceeding at once to the accomplishment of my purpose, squeezed and kissed her passionately, to find my advances met with a prompt and equally ardent response.
She was attired in a kimona wrapper, fastened in front with blue ribbons. It was a cute V shape and displayed her beautiful neck and the upper part of a fine bosom. I undid the top ribbon and opened the garment, disclosing a dainty lace-trimmed, pink corset cover, also held together with ribbons. These were soon undone and revealed to my delighted gaze and eager touch her lovely, snow-white bosoms.
My hands roved over and felt a most exquisite pair of bubbies, which for their size and shape and elasticity could not be surpassed. Kissing and sucking their pink nipples eagerly, I passed one hand under her skirts and proceeded to explore a warm, bare thigh, until my fingers arrived at a thicket of long, silky hair, which they discovered a delicious little nest, already moist and quivering under my touch.
Indeed, her whole exquisite frame trembled under the agitation caused by my caresses. Her blue eyes were swimming with desire. She drew me closer and showered burning kisses on my responsive lips, she fairly panted, "Oh, Tom, let us go to bed. I shall die if you torment me longer!"
"I will be with you in an instant, as soon as I can undress myself," I responded. "You cannot wish a consummation of your desires more ardently than I do!"
Precipitately disrobing, we were both reduced to a state of nudity at the same moment and stood eagerly scanning each other's attractions. Flora was as tall as myself and weighed about a hundred forty-five. Her shapely form was perfect in its loveliness, and she looked like a statue of ivory possessed of all the seductive curves of which a sculptor might dream.
Her blonde was in sharp contrast to my dark hair, eyes and complexion and this only served to increase our admiration for each other.
With a common impulse we flew into a warm embrace and clung together passionately. Mr. Pego, erect, was rubbing against her belly, and while she daintily fingered and squeezed it, my hand was performing the same service for her pouting cunny.
Our desires could not be restrained much longer and hurrying to the bed, I was impelled to finger yet a moment longer to survey the gracefulness of the extended figure as she lay with lips parted, eyes humid with desire, face flushed crimson, arms and legs open in lascivious invitation, and then literally throwing myself upon her glowing body, quickly planted my seven inch rammer into her juicy sheath.
Awfully hot, it fitted my excited prick like a glove, affording me indescribable bliss as I lunged back and forth while she heaved and squirmed till the crisis coming quickly upon us, we exchanged our hot tributes to love.
After a short rest I was again seated in the rocker, a low narrow chair, when Flora, straddling my lap, sat down, facing me, with one of her exquisite thighs on each side.
You all know this delightful posture, enabling lovers to fondle and caress each other's charms at their ease. While so employed Flora related to me all that had transpired since Sissie's advent in the school, and her droll mimicking manner caused us both to laugh heartily.
Thus the time passed pleasantly enough and our desires warmed up nicely, till we were discussing the advisibility of trying conclusions again on the chair, or resorting to the bed.
In the meantime Mat had been effusively welcomed by the petite Marie and after slight preliminaries she permitted him to undress her. This he proceeded to do with the utmost deliberation, pausing to caress her attractive charms as they were unveiled to his ardent gaze.
However, at last the pleasant task was accomplished and the nude little body compelled his admiration. Her bubbies were small but firm and shapely. A luxuriant growth of soft black hair grew almost up to her navel and well down beneath her plump thighs where nestled a most tantalizing rosy slit, revealing the entrance to her grotto of love.
Her neatly turned hips tapered into a pair of graceful limbs whose apparent suppleness only increased their charm.
Smiling provocatively, she stood impatiently observing Mat's efforts to rid himself of his own clothing and was soon rewarded by seeing a big, well built blond boy, with a man-size tool proudly erect. Seizing the immense shaft she proceeded to caress it softly, capping and uncapping the ruby head and fondling his well-filled purse.
Then springing into his outstretched arms, she invited his frantic kisses, which were quite as ardently returned. Then throwing her lightly upon the bed, he instantly topped her and drove in his rigid lance, till his balls banging against her bottom stopped further progress.
She drew her lovely legs up till her heels were under his buttocks, and wildly flinging her arms around him, met his fierce thrusts with forceful heaves giving overheated nature such a call as to demand an immediate and mutually delicious emission, and they died away in a close embrace.
Resting after their forceful but rather arduous labors of love, Marie detailed to him Sissie's exploits and explained the present state of affairs, ending by suggesting that they might visit Flora's room to ascertain how we were progressing.
Mat, in rare good humor, agreed, and extinguishing their light they slipped into the hall, and passing along stealthily had almost arrived at their destination when they perceived a white-clad figure gliding along, before them.
Cautiously following the figure it was seen to stop before our door, revealing to our astonished eyes, no less a personage than Madam and Julia.
Lingering but a moment, they pushed in the door and entered, to be followed a moment later by our distinguished friends. We all looked up as they entered.
"Well, well, this is a nice little family gathering," observed the Madame. "We all seem to be restless tonight, though this is an unusual hour to be calling."
"We were unable to sleep thinking of all the feasts that were in progress about us."
In this they did not deviate from the truth, when they so abruptly entered as related before, Flora sprang to her feet, and relieved me of her weight, I essayed to rise also, but Julia exclaimed, "Keep your seats, children. Enjoy yourselves, do not mind me! I really am the most unfortunate woman alive! I am almost expiring from unassuaged desires, relief is taking place all about me but no one will take compassion on poor me! My pussy is actually on fire. I would not be surprised to learn it was smoking at this moment, take a look! And placing her foot on the edge of a chair she raised her nightie about her waist and pushed her fat cunt fairly into my face.
The lips were red and swollen with desire; running my fingers through the mass of yellow curls that clustered closely about them I tickled the ruby lips and stroked her thighs and soft, white belly, till presently I was fully as eager to afford relief as she was to have it administered.
"Only to think that a woman constituted as I am should be made to suffer," she pouted, forcing a laugh. "Really, it is outrageous!
Flora, if you do not wish me to die by inches, you must loan me this sugar-stick." And sinking on her knees, she began to kiss and fondle my now rampant cock.
"Oh, very well, rather than see you perish!" shrieked Flora, unable to restrain her mirth at the eager wantonness displayed by this aspirant for manly attention. "Tom has my permission to try to extinguish the conflagration which seems to be consuming you, but you must promise me not to wear out his hose through high pressure. I fancy it will be great sport to witness the operation."
"That will be demonstrated forthwith!" I cried, hugging the massive Julia very closely.
"My noble boy! My preserver!" cried Julia in a tragic voice. "You have rescued me from a premature grave."
We both jumped to our feet, but before she could remove her chemise, Madame said, "Patience my dear. Your enjoyment shall not be long delayed. I too require solace; we will sojourn to my room below, where there will be no danger of our being overheard. We will pick up Dora and Sissie on the way, and will all spend the night together," said the Madame.
This proposal met with spontaneous approval and Dora and Sissie being perfectly willing to join our party, we were soon in the well-lighted room of Madame, where she and Julia threw off their night dresses and we were then all attired in the same costume of complete and utter nakedness.
"Ah, shall I really be favored at last!" insistently exclaimed Julia, "or is my torment not an object for consideration?"
"Barkis is willing!" And I stepped towards her.
"I am entitled to the first call," interposed Sissie. "I had the first invitation."
And Mat, not to be outdone interjected, "I am the best looking and should have the preference on that account."
"Well, gentlemen to settle the matter quickly and relieve my cousin's suspense, you must draw straws, the longest one goes first and the shortest one last. Julia has been disappointed so badly that I imagine she can stand three successive arguments."
Julia vociferated that she could stand a dozen, and the straws being arranged, I drew first, Mat second and Sissie last, which arrangement pleased all hugely and the opinion semed universal that Sissie had his full complement of "firsts!"
Reclining on her back on the bed, Julia invitingly opened her ponderous thighs and I was instantly between them. Dividing the lips of the fiery furnace with one hand, Madame guided my eager tool and inserted its head within the passage-one fierce lunge, met by a lusty heave and it was engulfed in a seething cauldron.
Julia held me in a bear-like grip, responding to my thrusts with ardor and agitating her rump with a peculiar side twist, which together with the delicious suction of her tightly fitting sheath filled me with blissful ecstasy.
At every heave of her broad white belly, I fairly bounded in the air, coming back with a resounding smack on the return motion. The pace was rapid and our bout finished quickly with a delirious, mutual discharge.
With a final hug and many kisses I was quickly released and at the cry of "Next" Mat took my place.
With unabated vigor the voracious Julia put him through his paces in grand style and after a truly delicious fuck, he made way for Sissie, who appeared determined to retrieve his failure of the preceding night.
Lunging fiercely, his great prick entered the well-lubricated sheath and penetrated to the quick at each successive thrust. The amorous woman responded just as energetically and despite their previous exertions, both quickly dissolved a luscious spend.
The others had been hugely interested in the performances, especially the Madame, who now spoke up.
"Well, gentlemen you have done nobly! I seem to be the only one left out of the running tonight. May I ask your further indulgence, the more so, as what I have so lately witnessed has so affected me that I must have relief or go distracted! Mr. Tom, you are the freshest. May I call on your good offices?"
"At your service, Madame," I replied, and indeed the recent exposition of the fine arts of fucking had again placed my tool in excellent working order.
Replacing Julia, Madame mounted on the bed on hands and knees, saying, "We'll try a novelty this time and do it dog-fashion. The penetration is deeper that way and I like it better.
Kneeling up behind her with my burning cock between her thighs, she quickly grasped it and placed its glowing head to the already moist lips of her greedily waiting cunt. A quick thrust and I was in to the hilt, with my belly rubbing deliciously against her magnificent, protruding buttocks, which wriggled and also twisted till I was wild with delight.
Dropping forward onto her back, I placed my arms around her, and tickling her prominent clitoris with one hand fondled her exquisite bubbies with the other.
As I drove forward, she bucked up to meet me with those betwitching wriggles of her haunches, while her palpitating sheath compressed and nipped my rigidly distended prick, forcing nature once more to give down a flood of love juice, as her throbbing, quivering cunt advised me that she too, was experiencing the ecstatic climax.
Sinking prone upon her belly with me still in position, we lay thus for some moments still relaxed, when I got off.
Mat, whose amorous proclivities had again been fired by the sight he had just witnessed, now solicited Madame's favor. She assented on condition that she be the rider, claiming she was tired of being ridden.
Mat acquiesced, and placing himself on his back on the bed, Madame straddling over him and placing his stiff lance to the lips of the well lubricated slit, sank softly down upon it. Once in full possession, she extended a lively gallop which terminated as usual in a mutual libation to the god of love.
Our ardor slightly cooled, we three boys thought it time to turn our attention to our original fair consorts, and repairing to our separate rooms, I at last finished the night in my partner's loving embraces.
Awaking early in the morning with our working parts in good order, we resumed a brisk engagement which terminated as usual in a satisfactory manner, after which I assisted Flora to dress and she left the room just as the breakfast bell rang.
The girls managed to smuggle Mat and me some breakfast and dinner, then we were left to our own resources.
Unable to recuperate by going out for a stroll, I decided to refresh myself with a nap, and the weather being warm, stripped and soon fell asleep.
I was awakened some time later by some one manipulating my cock, and opening my eyes slightly, I perceived two young girls standing by the bed. One of them had my prick in her hand and curiously examining it. She was a plump, red-haired girl of about fifteen, the other was slender and dark. I recognized them as the two girls I had met on my first visit to the school. May was the red-haired one, Elsie the other.
Affecting sleep, I lay with half-closed eyes. May's gentle pressure on Mr. Pego soon occasioned him to swell slowly. They looked at it in wonderment and Elsie whispered excitedly, "Oh, May, look! see it rise! Isn't it a fine big one, just like the pictures in the book. Let me feel it!"
Taking it in her hand as May released it, she gently squeezed it and felt my balls with hot fingers, trembling with excitement, the effect was magical and it became as stiff as a horn.
Now she gently drew the foreskin back from its ruby head, causing it to jerk and throb in her hand. May at the same time compressed my bag in her soft hand, while both examined it closely.
Their faces were flushed, lips parted, their quickened breathing stirring the hair around the roots of the staff, indicated all too plainly that my charmer held them spell bound.
I stirred slightly, yawned and opened my eyes, and pretending to see them for the first time, rose up on my elbow and said, "Why, hello girls. Have you found something to play with? Don't stop. I rather like it."
They had started in fright at the first move, and clasping each other they appeared undecided whether to run away or stay and see the matter through. As I spoke, they blushed deliriously with shame and excitement to a rosy red.
"Well May," I resumed as they remained silent, "how do you and Elsie happen to be here. I thought you were all in the school room?"
"Oh, we were excused this afternoon to go to town and while passing this room on our way to dress, we heard some one snoring and peeped in to see who it could be, for we knew Flora was downstairs. And when we saw it was a...." and May stopped in confusion.
"So when you saw it was a nice young man, you thought it would be instructive to have a closer look!" I finished for her. "Well, do not let that alarm you. I do not mind your looking at me, but in all fairness you should let me see you in the same condition."
"Come now," I continued, rising and locking the door. With astounding agility they discarded shoes, stockings, skirts. Elsie won casting aside her last garment-her chemise-while May was only getting out of her drawers.
Laughing derisively, Elsie accused her friend of being slow, while May pouted and jerked her chemise over her head spitefully. Then with arms entwined they turned and faced me. Ah, what a lovely contrast!
May was plump, with blue eyes and red hair and fair, with short rather well-rounded legs, wide hips, white belly and full bosom and a delightful, pink-lipped sheath shaded by short curls.
Elsie was slender, black-eyed, black-haired and dark with a trim waist swelling into a well-rounded belly, prominent hips, tapering thighs and legs, and the cutest little pink slit nestling in a cluster of glossy black curls, while the most attractive pair of love apples projected from her maidenly bosom.
Scarcely giving me time to note these details, May asked saucily, "Well, Mr. Man, what do you think of us now?"
"I think that you are the prettiest little pair of teasers I ever saw," I readily replied, and stepping up to them placed an arm about each girl's waist and drew them to me.
Leading them to a chair, I sat down and drew them one onto each knee, hugging and kissing them alternately, and receiving their warm caresses in return.
Now, with a tender little cunt in each hand, I fondled and tittilated them, while one girl getting my rampant tickler in her hand, and the other my balls, compressed them deliriously.
This delightful dalliance produced the logical effect and quickly my prick was throbbing under their soft touches and the tender slits I was fondling grew hot and moist, while the pouting red lips swelled and quivered.
Gently putting them down, I arose and said, "Well, girls, the time for action has arrived. Who wants to be first?"
They looked at each other and hesitated.
"Go ahead, Elsie," said May. "You know you want to."
"Oh, I am afraid it will hurt awfully!" protested Elsie. "Try it yourself, I dare you to!" she added quickly.
That settled it.
"Very well," said May. "I'll show you who is afraid!"
And she turned towards the bed, but taking her up, I carried her over and gently placed her on her back. The little wanton looked so enticing that I was forced to stoop over and cover her with burning kisses, gradually working downwards till my lips rested on her tantalizing morsel; her belly heaved and she was actually shivering with desire.
Placing a pillow beneath her large buttocks to elevate her bottom, I laid myself gently down between her outstretched legs. The glowing head of my rigid investigator was pressing against her pouting, red-haired gap, and I had placed her so advantageously for my purpose that a slight pressure penetrated the lips. Pushing firmly but slowly, I was progressing favorably, aided by her instinctive motions, which developed into a pleasing, undulating movement of her loins.
Her maidenhead offered but a slight obstacle to my advance. A gasp and a quick twitch of her loins appraised me that I had rent the veil, and putting behind my shoves, I progressed by inches till my balls were plumb up against her delicate bottom.
We were both panting from our exertions, and resting for a moment to allow my charming little novice to recover herself, we fully enjoyed the delightful contact of throbbing prick and nipping cunt till, becoming restive, this lecherous maiden, whose fiery disposition was indicated by her bright red hair, heaved up her rump as a challenge to renew operations.
Driving energetically, a few shoves sufficed to set her ablaze. Elevating her legs, they were at once pressed over my back, and twining her arms closely about me, she heaved and wriggled like one possessed.
This could not last long, and she suddenly died away in an agony of bliss, bathing my infuriated weapon in her maiden spend, and so exciting me that I immediately spunked into her twitching vagina.
Our lustful emotions incapacitated us from further action, and we continued our luscious embrace till we had regained some semblance of composure.
Elsie had been entirely overlooked during our transports; seated at the foot of the bed she had been an attentive and interested spectator and had been so stirred by the lascivious embrace that her wanton emotions almost overpowered her. Pressing her thighs still more closely, her feverish hands were trying to assuage her raging lust by tittilating her swollen clitty, but this increased her torture and she soon desisted.
Now, while May and I were exchanging caresses, she recalled herself to our notice by stepping in front of us and gasping in an inarticulate voice, "Oh, Tom, won't you instruct me how to enjoy these transports also! I think you and May are just too mean for anything to keep all the fun for yourselves." Her dark eyes eloquently expressed her disappointment by filling with tears.
With the guilty knowledge that the rebuke was not altogether undeserved, May sprang from the bed, and throwing her arms about the sobbing girl exclaimed, "Oh, Elsie, forgive my selfishness. The experience was so delicious that I actually forgot all about you. But now Tom will make you happy also, won't you Tom?"
"Most assuredly I will, Elsie! However, old Reuben must have a few minutes to recuperate. Your friend here took all the starch out of him for the time being!" I replied as I tenderly picked her up and, laying her on the bed, stretched myself along side of her.
May got in behind me and while I embraced Elsie's lithe form, kissing and fondling her, May thrust her hand between my thighs and began to tickle my cock and balls, meanwhile rubbing her soft cunt against my behind, where I could feel her bushy red curls tickling my rump.
As I drew Elsie's dark head onto my shoulder, her overwrought nerves gave way and she sobbed fitfully with mingled emotions. Soothingly I caressed her firm, girlish titties with hand and mouth, stroked and moulded her belly and thighs, and fingered and tittilated her spasmodically quivering cunt. As my fingers reached her inflamed clitoris, she fairly screamed, "Oh, don't you will kill me! Oh, I shall die!"
This manifestation of her feelings together with May's delightful manipulations was all that was required to render me fit for immediate action. Placing the pillow under her bottom, as I had previously done with May, I got between her soft and dainty thighs and clasped her warm supple body in my arms.
May now took my proud developer in one hand and with the other opening the rose leaves of Elsie's virginity, placed the fiery red head to the mark. I pushed in and covered the knob before I was stopped by her maidenhead.
Even though I was pressing firmly, it resisted my efforts, but the rubbing of my rigid cock against her clitoris was too much for the amorous girl who twitched convulsively while a shuddering sigh escaped her parted lips, gave down her first tribute of love's essence. Then uttering a loud cry of rapture, her tense body collapsed and she fainted dead away.
Furious with lust, I took advantage of her relaxation and the lubrication afforded by her spending and drawing back to gain impetus I lunged fiercely, carrying all obstructions and passing up into her velvety cunt till the curls about her tightly stretched aperture mingled with those about the roots of my tree of life. Delighted with the sense of possession, I began a gentle agitation of my rump while I kissed and tongued her rose bud mouth.
Opening her eyes, she gave a long fluttering sigh and wound her arms about me, returning my caresses ardently.
My tantalizing movement rapidly rekindled the hardly extinguished flames of her passion, and clasping me with dainty legs, she began to heave and thrust her bewitching belly in unison with my movements.
So tightly compact was the newly opened passage that I was unable to make a very decided thrust, but our bodies rose and fell together. Our pace increased and after we reached the culminating climax, we sank exhausted into each other's arms.
It was quite a while before we recovered, then clearing away the traces of our amorous struggles, I proceeded to act as lady's maid. I had May about half dressed, while Elsie still naked squatted over a basin of water laving her lacerated parts when the signal knock sounded on the door and I opened it to admit Flora.
Her eyes dilated with amazement on discovering the girls, then laughing heartily, she commented, "So this is the way you go down town, is it? What have you been doing to them, Tom?"
"Merely placing their maidenheads beyond danger." I replied quietly. "They seemed greatly worried about them."
When they were fully re-attired, they kissed me affectionately and slipped off to their own room.
Bedtime had arrived and after undressing Flora, we both retired in a state of nature and proceeded to caress and fondle each other as usual, but despite all Flora's blandishments, my weary cock refused to rise to the occasion. Finally despairing of getting him into shape, the disappointed girl exclaimed peevishly, "That's how much you love me-wasting your energy on other girls, you leave me in the lurch!"
"Now Flora, be reasonable. You have had your share today, and I could not bear to see the little ones suffer. I will be refreshed tomorrow, and you shall have all you can desire."
"Oh, yes, tomorrow," she pouted. "But that will not relieve me now. I've a good notion to call on Sissie. I want to fuck him anyway."
"Oh, very well," I responded curtly. "Please yourself."
"I will!" she retorted, and jumping up, she left the room.
Utterly exhausted, I immediately fell asleep and did not know what time it was when Flora awoke me on returning to the bed.
"Well, I feel able to sleep now!" she exclaimed sarcastically. "Sissie and Mat were more accommodating than you were, and I had a most enjoyable time. They both fucked me gloriously, and you were thoroughly unable to."
"Did you confide to them the fact that I had taken a couple of maidenheads today?" I said. "And that I'm tired and want to sleep?"
"Sleep then! You are assuredly the limit for meanness!" she snorted in disgust, and turned her back to me. I lay quietly for a few minutes debating whether I should make up with her and then again fell asleep.
In the morning we were both in a better humor and after a few preliminary caresses, she readily lay up on her hands and knees, while I covered her dog fashion and we enjoyed a luscious and most enjoyable fuck.
Then assisting her to dress, she departed for downstairs, and I was once more left alone to devise fresh plans, pursuant with which I managed to entice Marie and Dora into my room at different times that day and persuaded them both to a jolly good rogering.
Marie hastily stripped off everything but chemise and shoes and stockings and mounting over me as I lay on my back, engulfed my willing member in her ever-ready cunt, using all the deft little touches and contraptions of which she was a past mistress, to increase the sport and bring the affair to a rapturous termination, after which she hurriedly dressed and slipped away.
Dora merely dropped her drawers, and while I sat on a low rocking chair, straddled across my lap, her skirts up under her arms and settled down on my stiffly standing rod until it was fully entered.
Opening her waist, my inquisitive fingers sought the dainty nipples while with a gentle motion we rocked back and forth. Dora's feet on the floor afforded her a spring and elasticity which bounced her up splendidly on my ravished member. All too soon the climax approached, and grasping her beautiful buttocks while she clasped me firmly about the neck, we kissed and sucked each other's tongues, as thrusting furiously our love juice intermingled.
After repairing the damages, I assisted Dora into her dainty silken drawers and kissing her affectionately, permitted her to go.
Later in the day, we three boys met and compared notes. Mat had enjoyed Julia and Elsie, while Sissie had operated on May and Flora.
"Then all our patients have been relieved with the exception of Madame!" I exclaimed, relating my exploits.
Laughing boisterously, Sissie exclaimed, "I would hardly be surprised that she got hers also tonight! She is now entertaining a gentleman visitor who arrived this afternoon. He is reputed to be a preacher, but if I am a judge of human nature, he is an expert fuckster."
That evening, we were lying on the bed, teasing each other at the time, I lay on my right side and Flora on her left, facing me.
Feeling equal to the occasion, I placed the tip of my eager cock to the lips of her hot quim and with my left arm across the small of her back drew her to me, my prick rushed up her juicy passage, when drawing up her right leg until her knee was almost even with my chin, she hooked it over my shoulder, opening everything to its widest stretch.
Protracting this novel bout to the utmost, at length exhausted but still entwined in a close embrace, we sank into a profound slumber.
The succeeding day May and Elsie slipped into our room bursting with excitement, and in order to allay our curiosity as to the cause, they entered into the following explanation.
It seems they had drawn the same conclusions respecting Mr. Brown as had Sissie and Flora, and in a spirit of curiosity and mischief, the two had awaited developments. Nor were they disappointed, for as soon as the house was quiet, Mr. Brown and the Madame came in and sat down on the sofa. Madame carried several bottles of wine, which she placed on a low stand within reach.
Brown began talking about past events, making it plainly evident that they were old friends. Gradually he led the conversation into more intimate personal channels, and taking her hand began to shower her with compliments.
Her blushes and smiling face encouraged him and satisfied that she still loved him, in a neat speech, he proposed marriage. She murmured an almost inaudible assent and sank into his impassioned embrace.
After their first transports were over, she opened a bottle of wine and they drank to their future happiness. The wine and their caresses had their natural effect and soon she was sitting on his lap and hugging him around the neck, while his hands fondled her magnificent bubbies.
Becoming bolder, his hands then passed beneath her silken skirts and passing along her thighs, soon reached her cunt.
"Oh, Bell darling!" he cried. "Since we are soon to become one, why should we wait for the marriage ceremony to unite our persons?
"Nature's laws know no bounds, so let us enjoy the present opportunity, for who knows what the morrow may bring forth! Do you remember how once before you promised to make me happy on the following night, but alas, I was unable to realize my anticipated joys."
"Oh, yes, I remember perfectly," said the Madame. "Another woman had caused you great joy, but her husband becoming aware of the fact, you had to leave town hurriedly and it has always been a matter of sincere regret to me that I failed to reap the pleasures of your huge plaything while I had the opportunity, instead of merely playing with it and examining it while you were leading me on."
And suiting the action to the word, she slipped onto her knees in front of him and, unbuttoning his trousers, drew forth an enormous cock, fully nine inches long and thick in proportion.
The great white shaft stood proudly erect, topped with a ruby red nut which caused the hidden girls to gasp with astonishment.
Madame took in her soft white hand and proceeded to caress it, if possible increasing its rigidity and tenseness. Then rising to her feet, she exclaimed, "Hurry, dear, let us not delay longer. I am on fire to possess your enormous tool, and you must not keep me in suspense!"
Throwing herself on the sofa, she pulled up her silken skirts, spread her noble thighs and opened her drawers; in a moment her lover was upon her, and bringing his engine to bear, drove strongly and unerringly into her gaping sheath.
Once fairly engulfed, they moved regularly in unison till the quickening of their pace and their frantic plunging announced that they had arrived at the summit of their enjoyment and their juices intermingled in a luscious and a prolific spend.
Mr. Brown was an old-timer, but the conviction was brought home to him that the Madame's skillful milking of a prick was superior to anything he had ever before experienced in that line, and this firmly fixed her in his affections; for we all love that which gives us pleasure.
Re-arranging their disorder, he coaxed her for another taste of bliss but she firmly declined, saying, "I want you to save your energy for tomorrow night. As we expect to give up our freedom soon and I propose to hold you to a strict accounting after our marriage, I mean to provide you with an entertainment among my little rosebuds at this school, and with the assistance of three young friends of mine, I think we can have an uproarious time!"
In response to his eager questions she explained the situation to him. He was delighted. His amorous nature gloried in unique and excessive situations, and he agreed to preserve his strength, though he claimed to be equal to any and all demands upon his vigor.
They finished the wine, kissed each other affectionately and left the room after extinguishing the fight.
May and Elsie, bubbling over with excitement, managed to reach their room without discovery.
"Well, if we are to be called upon for extra duty tonight, I propose to save myself also, though I did think of topping you girls this afternoon. But what of the other girls in the school? Are they to be neglected? Possibly, however, they might not care for it?"
"Oh, there are only three left now-Molly the Irish girl, Isabella the Spaniard, and Esther the Jewess. They are all still virgins but long to experience a taste of the delights of life. We girls have been reading a book called The How-To Book of Sex. It describes the art of fucking perfectly. It has them all horny and they are more than eager to have their barriers removed, especially if they hear that Madame does not object," said May eagerly.
"Oh, then you had better break the news to them gently so they will not become alarmed!" I replied. "But where did you obtain that book"
"It belongs to Cleo the cook," replied May. "Fanny, the maid, is her half sister, but now we had better be off to instruct the innocents."
Left alone, I debated the information that had been just imparted to me and described great possibilities in the situation.
Cleo and Fanny were quadroons and neat, finely-built girls, and of so light a color that it required a second look to determine that they were not white. Cleo was about twenty-two, Fanny seventeen, and I decided that they must not be overlooked.
Making my way to Marie's room, I found that Mat had tipped her off. He agreed that matters were shaping up for a sporty time, and after a while I suggested that we repair to May's room to ascertain whether there were any new developments.
Feeling that the necessity for concealment was over, we passed boldly along the hall and arrived at May's door, heard the sound of voices, but without pausing, pushed in the door and entered.
May and Elsie were there, also Flora, Molly and Isabelle, all talking animatedly. We bowed as they stopped talking and smilingly greeted them with, "How do you do, ladies? We hope we are not intruding?"
"Now," cried May, "I guess you will not believe me! I told you that Tom and Mat were here, and that Nellie was a boy and that we had all been fucked except you three. Do you require still more convincing proof?"
"Seeing is believing," cried Molly. "Evidently you told the truth about the rest of it too, only I think you are all mean, selfish things to keep all the sport to yourselves!"
Mat made his bow to Isabelle, and put his arm around her willowy form held forth in much the same strain. She was about sixteen, tall and gracefully formed, with a full bust, which at the moment was tumultuously heaving with suppressed excitement.
Her hair and eyes were jet black, her skin was as white as snow and so transparent that the delicate blue veins were easily to be seen, while her pretty teeth gleamed between bewitching, cherry-red lips. Her face just then was flushed a rosy red with mingled embarrassment and desire, as was Esther's also.
Esther was sturdily built with a full round body, delicate olive complexion, dark hair and eyes glinting with the dreamy languor of the Oriental, which was also revealed in the seductive curves of her body. She was about seventeen and her scarlet lips irresistibly invited kisses.
Pairing off, I attached myself to Molly, while Mat sat between Isabelle and Esther, impartially dividing his caresses between them, and our relations were soon established on a cordial and a friendly footing, when May, as ever full of mischief exclaimed, "Oh, girls you have no idea how attractive a man's prick is. Mat has a beauty. Let's take a peek at it!" And she dropped on her knees in front of him and greatly to his embarrassment and the utter confusion of the two girls with him, she quickly unbuttoned his flap and released his rampant champion.
Instinctively the three girls modestly shrank back but their faces crimsoned and they observed it furtively and with glistening eyes.
Molly said, "My, what a whopper! It looks just like the pictures we have seen; I wonder what Tom's looks like?"
And without more ado, she deliberately released my pego and critically looking it over, continued, "Ah, it is quite as large as Mat's!" And giving it a loving squeeze said, "And very much nicer, don't you think, girls?"
Isabelle and Esther looked at both, smiled and remained noncommital.
"They both look good to us," finally ventured Esther. "I can see no difference."
Then Isabelle said soberly, "These are the first I have seen, so it would hardly be fair for me to favor either one of them."
"Oh, wait till they are sheathed within you, then you will know what they are for and discover what real joy means, eh, Elsie?"
"Indeed they will!" assented Elsie. "The mere thought of it almost compels me to ravish them on the spot."
"Oh, oh!" laughed Mat. "If there is any danger of being raped, we had better clear out. At any rate, if we remain longer we will be incapable of resisting the attractions of these sweet girls, and the program is that they must wait for tonight."
After some further bandinage, we secured their promise to join in the festivities that evening and took our departure, fearful lest our resolve would not withstand the temptation, if the call was further prolonged.
Madame had perfected arrangements with Sissie, who now came to instruct and advise us, and was agreeably surprised to learn that we had surreptitiously received advance information, and when in addition we reported the progress we had made with the remaining three girls he exclaimed, 'That will surely please Madame. She was a trifle uneasy about them." And he immediately set off to relieve her mind on that score.
Madame instantly returned with him, and when we confirmed the good news, said, "There is no longer any need for concelament, and you may come down and take supper with the rest of us."
After supper Marie went upstairs and soon returned with something neatly wrapped in paper, which I strongly suspected was her dildo, and so it proved.
Madame and the girls now came in, closed and locked the door, drew the blinds tightly and satisfied that everything was snug, again passed the wine, which soon started the hilarity.
"Well I declare!" said Julia, who was sitting with the Reverend Mr. Brown on a couch, "this is rather more of a 'Quakers Meeting' and a 'Quilting Bee.' I came here expecting to have a bobbin in my shuttle before now!"
"Those are my sentiments also," echoed Cleo, as she flopped down onto my lap, "and I imagine this young gentleman is a sufficiently expert weaver to satisfy me."
Elsie was sitting beside Sissie, who was still attired in his girl's costume for want of anything other to wear, and they were openly caressing each other as were also Mat and May.
"The ladies seem to have made their selections," observed Madame. "Go to it, gentlemen! But it is too warm for clothing, which is also a hindrance if not a nuisance to an energetic operator, and I propose an undressing race!"
All assented in chorus and our clothes began to fly; I was scantily attired, so was Cleo and we were the first undressed. Without waiting to see what the other proposed doing, we rushed into each other's arms, and hugging closely, groped for each other's treasures.
Impatient for the fray, Cleo sank on her back on the soft carpet and spreading her voluptuous thighs widely, called, "Come on, Tom, those people are dreadfully slow. Let's set them a pace and show them what experts can accomplish!"
No further urging was necessary, and throwing myself hastily upon her glowing body, she quickly inserted my lance and fairly sucked it into her fiery passage, with a few adroit heaves of her tremendous buttocks. Then clasping me tightly, she murmured, "Better hold on to the carpet, Tom, my boy. I am going to move about some with you."
And move about she did! Such thrusts and such shoves, such wrigglings and squirming, such nippings and compressions of her wanton cunt on my excited prick, I never felt before. She seemed to be making two strokes to my one and quicker than it takes to write this, her puckering slit withdrew the marrow from my tool in a delicious gush while she too, spent in a delirium of ecstasy.
As we recovered the other three couples were in the last throes of their amorous combat and mingled their lustful cries with excited and lewd comments of the onlookers of this lasciviously voluptuous scene, who stood with parted lips and flushed faces, heaving bosoms and arms entwined about their lovely, nude bodies, while their feverishly hot hands slyly caressed equally hot, moss-covered retreats.
The fair virgins in particular seemed inordinately excited and actually trembled with desire and wantonness.
"Oh, Madame," cried Molly eagerly. "Cannot Esther, Isabelle, and I have it now. We have never tried it before and really cannot wait any longer after what we have seen. My pussy is actually burning up, it seems so hot!"
"Ah, you innocents shall have your turn next!" laughed the Madame. "We older hands can better control our feelings, but I wished the gentlemen to have one engagement before operating on your troublesome maidenheads, as otherwise they might have been too keen to hold themselves in check sufficiently to do efficient work.
"As each gentleman is to take a maidenhead, we will avoid friction by drawing names and each gentleman will take the lady named on his slip," saying which, she wrote a name on four slips of paper.
Mr. Brown drew Fanny, Mat, Isabelle, Sissie, Esther, leaving Molly to me.
"Let us have order in this, gentlemen. When you are all ready, let the girls lie on the carpet, and I will try and make it easy and pleasant for them by anointing all your parts with vaseline."
All expressed their readiness and soon four randy virgins lay on the carpet in a row. Madame then instructed the other girls to place a sofa pillow under each pair of charming buttocks, while she personally applied the lubricant to their tender, if longing slits and also to our muscular can-openers.
"Now, then, all together," said Madame.
"Wait a minute," said Julia, who had been talking animatedly to Cleo. "We girls will add a little spice to this performance by showing the gentlemen how nicely we can manage without them, but first let us partake of another drink."
This done, Julia lay down at the head of the row of impatient virgins but sideways to them. Elsie knelt over bosom, but facing her and lowered her bottom till her curly cunt was over her face. Cleo got on her hands and knees at Julia's feet, while May, who had already strapped on the dildo now mounted her behind.
Julia clasped Elsie's buttocks in her hands and drew her hairy cunt again at her mouth, tonguing and sucking it ardently. Cleo lowered her head between Julia's updrawn thighs and proceeded to gamahuche her lustfully, while May thrusting her dildo between Cleo's thighs, leaned forward on her back, pressed her arms about her waist, seized the dildo, guided it to the red swollen lips which greedily swallowed it, as she tickled Cleo's mount with one hand and fondled her bubbies with the other.
The four lustful tribades now began to tongue, thrust and heave wildly, as infuriated by this salacious sight, we threw ourselves upon the luscious beauties impatient awaiting their first embrace.
Inflamed by the lustful pandemonium still before our eyes and fairly frantic with passion, we seemed to overlook the fact that our victims were virgins and had but one thought, one purpose, to pierce to penetrate through all obstacles; to obtain complete possession of their bodies and to bury ourselves to the uttermost limits in their soft, velvety, writhing bodies.
Thanks to the vaseline, however, and their own frantic excitement our entrance was attended with only slight pain. Once fairly engulfed our thrusts were quick and deep and the partners of our joys, seconding our efforts actively, thrusting, heaving, rocking, rolling and twisting about, returned our passionate kisses hotly, while they uttered low, wanton cries of satisfied delight.
Spurred on by the spectacle of the four licentious tribades who still dallied in amorous conflict, and the exclamations of the four beautiful spectators carried away by lewd excitement, uttering lascivious comments and encouragement, we arrived at the height of voluptuous bliss and our fair partner all expiring about the same time we sank exhausted, but satisfied that our duty had been well performed.
Our sweet darlings lay under us, half fainting from excess of joy experienced in the consummation of their fondest hopes. With considable effort we managed to withdraw our tightly gripped tools and while three of us assisted our partners to seats, Mat raised Isabelle boldly and laid her on a couch, where Madame sprinkled water on her face, rubbed her hands and soothed her inflamed twichet with an apphcation of cold water.
Quickly reviving, she accepted a glass of wine and was soon skipping about as lively as ever.
"As a reward for your patience," now commented Madame, "I think that the gentlemen owe it to us, to each serve his own lady love during the next engagement. But we must not crowd them too fast, they have done noble work and we must afford them a chance to recuperate in order to do us justice.
"I propose, therefore, all to settle down cozily and to reanimate them as well as to pass the time pleasantly. We will relate a few amorous experiences. I know several and I know the gentlemen will also be able to help along this laudable suggestion."
Drawing up sofas, chairs and couches, we carelessly disposed ourselves in all manners of lascivious attitudes and rapidly listened to Madame's recital of a love affair between a woman of the world and a young and bashful but well-hung country bumpkin, which held us convulsed with laughter.
Next, Mr. Brown related the first experience of a college youth with such embellishing details that what with the caresses we had been receiving from our fair partners and the frequent circulation of the wine glasses, we were again revivified and ready for anything.
The ladies being more than willing to realize some of the descriptions they had lately heard, we accordingly paired off.
Madame was soon stretched on the floor with Mr. Brown covering her, Mat and Marie on a couch and their motions were a delight to witness. Sissie had Dora also on the carpet and they were hard at it, Dora riding Sissie furiously; and I had Flora leaning her head on a sofa in dog fashion.
Our position enabled us to observe all the others in action and this considerably aided our enjoyment. Madame's sturdy legs were clamping Mr. Brown's loins and her immense buttocks cleared the floor at each bound.
The eight other females, all around, were relieving each other as best they could. Low cries and moans arose on every side and added fuel to the general conflagration.
Our appetites having been somewhat dulled, our present partners reaped the reward of their patience by delightfully prolonged encounters, enabling them all to spend twice or more, before we finally wound up in a luscious climax.
Exhausted by our exertions, the wine went around once more for a night cap and we all repaired to our rooms for a well earned rest.
On the following day Madame made no attempt to reopen school. Instead she suggested that we all rest till the afternoon and then refresh ourselves with a bath in the little lake within the grounds. This announcement was joyfully hailed and the afternoon found us all disporting in the clear, cool water.
Swimming and frolicking about, we were soon refreshed and nature began to respond to the call. I singled out Isabelle and finding her responsive to my caresses, quickly conducted her to the beach where, flinging ourselves upon the soft white sand, we were soon in amorous conflict, which soothed our desires, the gritty sand on my cock adding to our delight. We soon became aware that others were following our example. Mat had Fanny on the sand and was furnishing her with very apparent proof of his renewed virility. Mr. Brown, seated on a stone, had Esther straddled across his lap, galloping furiously; and a peal of laughter attracted our attention to where Molly, grasping Sissie's monstrous weapon as a handle, was wading ashore, dragging him after her. They soon dropped on the sand and were oblivious to all about them, even ignoring our chaff and banter and were anon quenching the fires that were raging within them.
Once again we were in the water where the inactive members of the female contingent delighted in bathing and cleansing our sexual parts with their fair hands, and needless to say revived their dropping spirits.
Then reclining on the sands, we were entertained by some more risque stories from Mr. Brown.
Julia had been lying close to me and this was an opportunity too good to be neglected, I fondled and tantalized her dreadfully, till springing to her feet, she cried, "Come on, Tom, let's settle this matter in the water. It will cool us off nicely. But hurry up, see how my belly heaves!" and she undulated it wantonly. Jumping in, I hugged her closely and throwing her so her head and shoulders remained on the beach, quickly topped her and inserted my cock in her delightful cove.
The water came up to my buttocks and cooled our superheated skins.
The others caught on quickly and soon Mr. Brown and Cleo, Mat and Elsie, Sissie and May, were in a like position and working away as if it were their first engagement.
Julia was insatiable. She gave two strokes to my one and caused the water to seethe roughly about us, with the ardour of her thrusts and heaves. Her clinging sheath all too soon deluged my harpoon and rapaciously swallowed my blissful discharge.
The others were no less active, and before long we were once more grouped upon the sand and enjoyed a well deserved rest.
Refreshed and recuperated after a substantial meal, the question of partners for the night came up. This was to be the grand finale and there was to be no partiality or neglect.
Accordingly we drew names, Mr. Brown was awarded May, Elsie and Isabelle. Sissie had Cleo, Flora and Julia. Mat drew the Madame, Molly and Dora, leaving Marie, Fanny and Esther to look after my requirements.
We dispersed to our various rooms. What happened there, I must leave to readers' imaginations. Suffice to say it was a fitting climax to our day's enjoyment.
The next afternoon Madame and Mr. Brown went to town to arrange the preliminaries for their wedding, which was to take place in the school the following day, leaving us to our own resources during their absence.
Quite naturally all gravitated to the lake for another frolic, and our escapades fully equalled those of the preceding afternoon.
After their return, Madame graciously decided to allow Mr. Brown one more fling before the knot was tied and he decided to spend the night with Molly, Dora and Flora.
We were allowed to spend the night with whomever we pleased, after we had each of us given Madame a final fuck.
At the break of dawn, Mat and I left the grounds and wended our way homewards.
Sissie in his character of Nellie was obliged to remain till after the wedding, which passed off that afternoon.
Little remains to be told. A few days later, Madame received word from her lawyer that she had inherited a large estate, and having an offer at the same time from the city, a man who wished to purchase her school property for a summer residence, she broke up the school and the girls returned home.
It developed later, that Mr. Brown had received advance notice of Madame's inheritance, which no doubt influenced the renewal of his suit, but as they are living happily, what's the difference?
We all feel indebted to Sissie for the pleasantest experiences of our lives.
* * *
THE VOLUPTUOUS DROPOUT
Alicia Walsh had a lot to do that Sunday morning. She sat up with a start when the alarm clock rang at seven o'clock. She turned it off and padded off in her bare feet as she walked to her brother's room to rouse him. She was a big, well-developed woman in her thirties, still unmarried. That was by choice, because many men had proposed to her. And why not? She was a fine looking woman.
She slept nude, disdaining nightgown or pajamas. She caught a glimpse of herself in the long mirror of her door as she walked by, and smiled with satisfaction at her fine figure. She was about five foot eight, large of frame, and desirably curved. Her tits were firm. For her height, they were rather small, but they were a perfect handful. The nipples were large and prominent, so much so that even when she wore a bra under her sweater, they were much in evidence. Her waist tapered into a firm flat belly, very white against the dark hairs of her bush, a large triangle that completely hid her pussy. Her cunt hairs were quite long. She walked with a long stride, and free swinging arms, with a sort of masculine grace. Her long, firm fleshed thighs sloped inward, leaving a small hollow space just below her cunt. Her ass was firm fleshed, with well-rounded cheeks. Her face was still very youthful, with black eyes, a strong, well formed nose, and a large, perfectly formed mouth that showed a strong set of teeth when she smiled. She wore her dark hair in a short Sassoon cut, even all around, that was boyishly charming.
She lived with her brother Alfred, a tall, thin man a year younger than she. Except for the fact that he was a man, and taller and thinner, they looked extremely alike, almost like twins. He had the same haircut as she, which served to enhance the resemblance. They had a fine understanding of each other and a close friendship. Having been left wealthy orphans when they were in their teens, they became very close. They continued to share the home even after each was well established in their professions, she as an illustrator of children's stories and he as an architectural designer.
Their relationship was like that of two sisters, or two brothers, devoid of false modesty or self-consciousness. They slept in the nude, and neither bothered to cover up with bathrobe, housecoat, or other garment in each other's presence.
Alicia shook her brother, rousing him to wakefulness. "Come on, Al, get up, Lori is coming and we have to get ready for her."
Alfred sat up, stretching and yawning. He threw the sheet off him, freeing his long, thin prick. It was in a state of erection, and, for its length and slenderness, had an unusually large head.
"Better go to the toilet now," laughed Alicia. "That's a beaut of a piss hard on. Some day, I think I'll make a drawing of you, waking up."
Alfred laughed. "Do that. But what's the fuss about Lori?"
"Well, for one thing, we've got to get her room ready. Then, for another thing, we've got to put out our bathrobes, or what have you. We have to remember to cover up. We've got to pretend, at least, that we are proper, very proper people-you know. We've got to shop for some food, and, then, after that, go to the airport to pick her up."
"You know, Sis, I don't even remember her. Do you?"
"You go pee first. How can I talk to you with that piss hard on waving at me?" She pushed him off the bed. While he was peeing, she stood in the open doorway, talking and watching his yellow stream tinkle into the bowl, his cock shrinking visibly.
"Lori Kent was a chubby little child of ten the last time I saw her, with long strawberry blonde curls. Now that was eight years ago. So what she's like now, I don't know."
"But why are we supposed to take her?"
"We're her only living relatives. That's why. Also, we can afford it and she's still in school. Come on, now, hurry and get dressed."
In due time, they had done what Alicia had planned, and now were at the airport gate watching the passengers emerge. They were anxious and hopeful, concerned for their cousin Lori and hoping she would not interfere much with their own private, rather bizarre lives. Lori Kent did not disappoint them.
What a torso Lori had. Even loose clothing could not hide-the sensual femaleness of her, from her golden, silken, shoulder length hair, to her slender ankles and narrow feet. She was vibrantly lovely. She wore a plain, poor-boy blue, which not only enhanced her fair, blue-eyed coloring, but also her bosom and hips. She had no need for a bra, and her firm, perfectly formed tits pushed their outline into her blouse enticingly. Every step she took down from the plane made her bubbies tremble and the cheeks of her ass quiver. When she walked there was a delicious sway and swing to her hips a la Marilyn Monroe, whom she strongly resembled. While she looked a strange mixture of innocence and worldly, sexual experience, she was, as Alfred and Alicia were to find out, naive and totally without experience.
She was warmly greeted and driven to the house. On the ride home, by clever, subtle questioning, they elicited a few facts: she was a virgin; had not even petted or necked; did not want to go on with schooling, but wanted to be a model-any kind, fashion or artist.
Through all this, the brother and sister exchanged knowing glances.
Once in the house, Alicia took charge of Lori.
She helped her put her things away. Then she suggested that Lori get undressed and he down to rest. Alicia helped her get undressed. As she did so, she shyly caressed certain sensitive areas of the girl's body. Lori thought these were accidental, and so she did not protest when Alicia rubbed her palms across her nipples, making them stand up and out erectly. When she helped Lori remove her panties she sneaked a hand between the young girl's thighs and rubbed it along the crotch. Lori squealed, "That tickles."
"Did it?" asked Alicia, feigning innocence. "I think I felt a lump. Let me see." Taking Lori, who was now completely undressed, by surprise, she pushed her down on the bed, spread her legs, and probed her pussy. Lori blushed all over, her body turning a pale rosy color. Alicia's deft forefinger slid the length of the young, moist cunt and pushed gently into the small, vaginal opening, where it met with the resisting membrane of a hymen. At this invasion of her inner sex, Lori instinctively drew in her breath and jerked herself away. Alicia knew when to stop. She was thrilled, though, and could hardly contain her joy. A virgin! Someone whom she and her brother could be first with, someone whom they could train and mold to their own liking.
She also undressed completely, and said to Lori that she would rest with her. When Lori began to look for a nightgown, Alicia told her that she didn't wear any, that it was healthier and more artistically sensuous to sleep naked. Thus encouraged to try it, Lori fell asleep. Alicia, stretched out beside her, drank in the girl's beauty. She feared to wake the girl, and so did not touch her, but, with her eyes, drank in hungrily the young, swelling mounds of her bubbies, and the pale pink lips of her cunt seen through the golden muff. Her own pussy grew moist with desire, and she began to twiddle her own twat, masturbating herself until she was satisfied. She fell asleep, with an arm across Lori's belly.
Allicia woke first. She found Alfred standing naked in the doorway, his prick long, even in the limp state, staring at them. He looked questioningly at Alicia and soundlessly asked if she had done anything. Alicia quietly, gently, got off the bed and went to her brother to tell him they had a virgin. At the gleam of excitement in his eyes, she seized his arm and hissed into his ear, "Don't be too hasty. Leave everything to me. Go wrap a towel or something around you so you won't startle her with your prick and come back."
When he returned, with one of those terry wrap-arounds for men, he found Alicia lying close to Lori. He sat down in an easy chair to watch the proceedings. Alicia lay with her body so close to Lori's that she fitted her curves into the sleeping girl's. Her small tits were flattened against Lori's back. Her belly and thighs were pressing against Lori's young, round ass. Lori was sound asleep, her breathing even and undisturbed. At this sign, Alicia began, ever so gently, to caress the girl. While her hands were fondling the girl's titties, her lips were caressing the girl's back, and neck and cheeks, and her tongue was licking a wet outline around her ear. She gently squeezed the firm young bubbies and rolled the nipples between her fingers.
While Lori slept through these manipulations, she was not unaffected. She dreamed a delightful dream, and this dream was so evidently influenced by Alicia's actions, that it was hard for Lori, in her later wakeful awareness, to distinguish one from the other.
She dreamed that she was floating in a gigantic, pink bathtub, big enough to hold three or four people. She was, somehow, asleep on top of the water, which swirled gently about her, lapping kissingly at her body, giving her thrills that coursed up and down her back and seemed to settle like a wet ball between her thighs. She tried to open her eyes, but could not. Deliciously wonderful sensations she had never dreamed possible coursed through her body, tingling along her spine. All at once it seemed that her body was being squeezed between two bodies. She couldn't tell who they were, except that in her dream, they were supposed to be someone she knew. She could not distinguish their features. They were kissing her all over the front of her body, which seemed weightless in the water. Their hands were caressing her all over. She could see her nipples turning red and standing up like tiny candle flames. They felt tingling and hot. All at once a sharp pain, like a sword stab, pierced her in her secret recess between her thighs. Then, just as she was going to scream, the pain gave place to a wave of heavenly joy and she felt herself sinking and the waters washing over her. She struggled to get up out of the water. At that point in her dream, she awoke and opened her eyes.
The light from the windows (for it was still daylight) made her blink. She felt as though she were being pressed or squeezed together, her breasts flattened and crushed by strong hands. Between her legs, high up in her coozy, she felt a sensation of pain mingled with pleasure and what she thought must be a rod or club of some kind. As her senses became fully awake and aware, she realized that her dream had somehow become a reality.
The hands that were squeezing her tits belonged to Alicia. The thing that was wedged inside her cunt was Alfred's cock. She was going to scream, but every time she opened her mouth, she was overcome by a new wave of strange pleasure. She soon became aware of Alicia's soft, gentle voice crooning phrases of admiration, each admiring a different part of her body. All the while the pecker inside her kept jabbing into her belly. Just when she thought she was going to explode, that thing started to jerk and beat into her spasmodically, gave a few sharp thrusts, then it started to get smaller and smaller, and slipped out of her, leaving something wet that oozed out.
She felt very wet and sticky between her thighs.
Alfred and Alicia released her. Somehow, she was neither frightened nor upset nor repelled. She wondered at this, and thought maybe because everything was all mixed up with her dream, or because they were her cousins, or because whatever it was they did, it felt delicious, she was not upset.
Alicia kissed her and asked how she felt. She smiled like a happy child, and looked down between her legs. There were some blood stains mingled with a yellow-cream mucus blob. She started to cry. "Look-look-I'm dying."
At this remark, Alfred and Alicia burst out laughing. Alicia took her in her arms, and kissed her tears away. Then she explained that they loved her so much, and that now she was no longer a child, but old enough to be a woman. Alfred had made her one.
"So now, sweet little Lori, you are no longer a child, nor are you a virgin. This blood is the sign that now you are a woman. Didn't you feel wonderful just a short while ago, from what we were doing to you?"
"Oh yes, Cousin Alicia, I did."
"There, you see. From now on we can make you feel wonderful, and you can make us feel the same way. Pleasure is mutual."
"But there was a funny thing, like a club or something, pushing me in here," said Lori, pointing to her still bleeding cunt. "What was that?"
Here Alfred stood up proudly and waved his prick at her. "This is the source of the pleasures in this world-call it what you want: prick, cock, rod, tool, club, sausage, peter, dick, pecker, shaft, or any name you wish to give it." He strutted about the room, one hand on his hip, the other up in the air, and his cock bobbing up and down. He made such a comical sight that Lori burst out laughing.
"Come, let's eat something. We'll have our late lunch-or early supper-now." Without bothering to put anything on, she walked, naked, to the kitchen. She was happy that Lori was taking the experience so well. If things worked out as she hoped they would, she and Alfred would be set up for a good, long time. She hummed as she set the table, and put out the food.
Alfred helped Lori up and showed her where the bathroom was. He wanted to stay and even help her but was afraid that too much at one time would startle the bird and that she'd take wing and go away. He closed the bathroom door and waited for her. When she came out, she was clean and refreshed looking. She had wrapped herself in a big towel. Habit is a hard thing to overcome, and this was a strange new world she had come into, albeit a pleasant world. Alfred said nothing. He wisely left everything to Alicia, who seemed always to know how to handle such situations.
When they entered the kitchen, Alicia showed Lori where her chair was. Then, quite casually, she removed her towel and said, "You'll get too hot in this." All the while they were eating, Alicia kept up a running monologue, intended to set Lori at her ease. After talking chit-chat about the house, and cooking, she gradually veered to the subject that interested her, and that was, making a good lover out of Lori. She began to talk about fashion and the art of designing clothes that revealed as well as concealed a woman's titties.
She took Lori back into the bedroom and stood her in front of the mirror. "Now watch," she ordered. Alicia put her hands under Lori's tits, cupped them gently, and lifted them up. "See," she said, "You can wear a bra that will make your bubbies rise up like this, or flatten like this," and she pressed her titties flat. From this, she proceeded to work the young girl's breasts. Lori watched what was happening to her firm young mounds, noting how the nipples erected themselves. She was aware of hot sensations flooding over her, and that very pleasant sensation of a wet little ball in her pussy. She began to breathe rapidly. At this sign, Alicia stopped and said, "Come with me."
She took Lori to the bathroom. There, Alicia washed her cunt with some warm water. Then she took a pair of scissors and led Lori back to the bedroom. She put a towel on the bed, and lay down on it, with her ass on the towel. She spread her thighs and handed the scissors to Lori.
"Did you ever see such a lot of long thick hair like I have in my crotch? Be a dear and cut some of it off for me. I can't do it myself, and I feel uncomfortable with so much hair."
Lori took the scissors and began to cut the hairs of Alicia's cunt. She worked slowly, afraid of cutting her. She had never examined a nooky, anyone's or her own. As she worked, she gazed in fascination. My, what a complicated thing. That little knob-like thing, shiny and hard looking, high up between those thick outer lips. She tentatively touched it. Alicia sighed with pleasure as her clitoris erected itself under Lori's touch. Lori probed the grooves and crevices of the vulva, and even put her finger a little way into the vaginal entrance. She put down the scissors and shyly asked if she had a thing like that, touching Alicia's pussy. Alicia told her to get the big mirror and sit on the bed and examine herself, and compare it with hers, Alicia's.
"Now I'll make you really feel good, and if you do to me whatever I do to you, you'll feel wonderful." Moving swiftly, she had Lori flat on her back and was on top of her, her face in the young girl's cunt. Her tongue darted into the slit and began to suck at the young pussy with experienced, lightning strokes. Lori hesitated only a fraction of a second. Then she began to suck away at Alicia's twat, trying her best to imitate the older woman. Even the female pungency of pussy attracted her.
After awhile, Alicia moved so that she was sitting, almost, on Lori's face, keeping her nooky over the girl's mouth. Lori's pussy felt suddenly cool when Alicia took her face away from it. Before she realized it, a multitude of deliciously hot, thrilling sensations washed in a flood over her. She became aware that, while Alicia was sitting over her, getting her twat sucked, Alicia was squeezing and kneading her bubbies. At the same time, her own coozy was being assaulted in a most thrilling manner by a thrusting ramrod of a prick. Alfred was fucking her properly! And this time she had the glorious sensation of an orgasm, aware that the throbbing of Alicia's cunt meant that Alicia too was spending. Alfred waited for Lori, then he came.
Later, as Lori learned more tricks, she understood this fetish of Alfred's. He could only get an erection when he saw his sister sucking a cunt, and it was only a cunt sucked by his sister that he could fuck.
It takes all kinds to make an interesting fucking world, doesn't it?
* * *
SWEET DREAMS
It was very warm that summer afternoon, and Sol Norden took his tie off, opened the collar of his shirt, slipped off his shoes, and sat down in the upholstered rocker by the open window of his room. A soft, warm breeze came through the opening, riffling his thick white hair. Sol sighed and stirred restlessly. He tried reading the paper, but couldn't get interested in the news, which told him only that the world was in a more chaotic state each day. Of course, there was the usual number of murders and rape. He frowned, and shrugged. Why would a fellow want to rape anyone? How could a man be satisfied sexually assaulting a woman he never saw before, and would, most likely, never see again?
Of course, he admitted, it is fun to be with a new woman once in a while, but not against her will. He smiled wryly to himself. "It's been a long time since Peter, my old cock, rose up at the sight of a dame." He patted his fly, leaned his head back against the rocker and started to dwell on his own, not unrewarding past.
Of course, there was his wife; and before her there were countless girls and women. How many? He couldn't even tell their number, there had been so many. Worse yet, to his chagrin, he couldn't even remember their names. Their faces blended and blurred with their bodies. Just certain unforgettable experiences remained in his memory. As he began to recall them, it seemed to him his age was slipping away, and faces, names and bodies began to take on definitive identities.
There was that fiery Mexican gal whose family had just come from California to open the new restaurant around the corner. They were both about sixteen years old and in the same home room in high school. Yolanda-he couldn't remember her last name-was given to wearing very low cut peasant blouses that were always slipping off her shoulders. Her sun-browned skin made whiter the flesh of her titties where they bulged above the neck of her blouse like two white crescent moons. She wore no bra, and he couldn't take his eyes off her bosom where her hard, pointed nipples pushed into the cloth.
"What you lookin' at, hey?" she once stopped him in the hall, on the way to early class, to ask.
No one else happened, at the moment, to be there. He blushed fiery red, but boldly pushed at the blouse where the nipple was visible, thrilling at the feel of it, and the resiliency of the tit that supported it. "At these," he said, his voice hoarse and choking.
She slapped at his hand, and giggled. "You bad boy. But you nice boy, too. You got girl friend, what you call steady? No?" She walked around him, looking him up and down. Then, "You nevaire have girl friend?" He shook his head. "Nevaire O.K. You want, I be your girl friend." She sidled past him to get into the room, and in so doing, as though by accident instead of by design, she let her fingers brush lightly but firmly across his fly, aware that his cock was bulging against his trousers. His balls ached all that morning. It seemed to him that she did everything in her power to keep him aware of her. She would lean back in her seat in such a way that her titties would rear up; or she would drop something, and, in stooping over to pick it up, would give him a good view of her pendulous young globes. Once, even, she put her foot on her seat to tie her shoelace, and let her skirts fall so he could see up to her twat. Why, she had black hair there! Was he surprised. He never had seen a woman, a real live woman, in the nude. The only ones, even in pictures, were always covered. So girls had pubic hair like boys. That she wore no panties didn't seem to mean anything to him. For the rest of the day he could barely do his classwork. All he could think of was her cunt. My, such red lips there, surrounded by such black hair. He couldn't wait for the school day to end.
They met, as though by mutual agreement, on the street, near the school exit.
"You got money?" asked Yolanda. "O.K., we go to movies, hey?" She took his hand, and leaned her tit against his muscular arm. She could feel it quiver beneath the firm, yet soft resiliency of her titty.
In the darkness of the movies he had his first experience with physical love. It was the first of many lessons, and he never forgot it or Yolanda, who guided him and taught him. She might have been his own age, but she was a couple of years up on him in experience. He learned, later, that she was also a couple of hundred fellows and men up on him, also, for Yolanda never turned down a chance to hump, especially if there was material gain in it for her. Even an ice cream soda was a good enough price. Even now, in his old age, his old dick could erect itself and his face flush as he recalled that first time in the darkened movie.
They sat way back in the last row, where the partition was so high no one in back could see over. This part of the theatre was practically deserted. He didn't know what was on the screen. His mind was a hot concentration on his hands and what his hands were exploring. His body was a tumultuous upheaval to the volcanic reactions to her hands and mouth. As soon as they were seated, she put his arm around her, drawing it beneath her arm, and put his hand on her breast. He closed his fingers over the luscious ball and squeezed. Then he pulled her closer and crossed over to the other tit, feeling this one flatten against his arm. Yolanda pulled her blouse out of her skirt and took his hand and placed it beneath her blouse. A thrill, like a flame, passed through his body as his fingers touched her bare flesh. Instinctively, he moulded and kneaded her globular titties and pulled at the nipples, rolling and squeezing them.
Yolanda bent his head down to hers and kissed him, forcing his lips open. She inserted her tongue in his mouth and rolled it around his. Following her actions, he rolled his tongue around hers, too, and even tried to suck her mouth into his. His other hand now sought her belly and began to move around until it found its way under her skirt. There, in the dark of the movie house, his fingers explored the crevices and moist valleys of her cunt. He squeezed the fat labia and ran a finger up the length of the slit. When he found the clitoris, like a tiny, miniscule prick and pressed on it, Yolanda arched herself towards him and bit his lips. He felt her nipples growing harder under his fingers. She, with experienced fingers, unzipped his fly and found his stiff, hard prick, which was quite long, and slender. But, as she rubbed and stroked it, it grew thicker. He was in a sea of bliss as she stroked him with long, steady motions, squeezing the head of his cock each time she reached it.
A few times she took her hand away to put some spit on it; then her fingers glided more smoothly up and down his shaft. Soon his whole body grew rigid. He crushed a breast in his hand, clutching it for dear life. Yolanda, knowing what was going to happen, pushed his head away and, to his shocked surprise and pleasure, put her mouth over his cock. When her tongue circled the head of his prick and darted at the opening of it, he was electrified. With a groan which he tried to control, he ejaculated, his semen flooding her mouth, his body heaving spasmodically, subsiding its cataclysmic jerking as his prick shrank and diminished. Yolanda swallowed with a gulp.
She sat up. "You come good, no? Now you make me come." She put a hand over the one that was twiddling her twat and, taking his forefinger, moved it until it was at the entrance to her moist channel. "Here, in here," she whispered. He began to finger fuck her, marveling at the edges and crevices that a vagina possesses. As he screwed his finger around and about and in and out, her canal got wetter and wetter and soon he felt a faint pulsating and the walls of her love channel seemed to cling to his finger. A throbbing was taking place deep within her. She sighed, pulled his hand away, and said, "We watch picture now." But he could not watch the picture. For the rest of the show, he was busy exploring her anatomy. If only he could see it, also!
That night he could hardly sleep. He had a couple of wet dreams, too.
The next day, in school, Yolanda acted as though nothing had happened between them. He blushed and felt an unwonted shyness when he saw her, but she was very cool and self-contained. She greeted him casually. In a husky voice, he asked if she would like to go to another movie, or, maybe, for a walk in the park.
"Man, you crazy? Another movie? Anyway," and here Yolanda tossed her head coquettishly, "you still a boy. You got lots to learn. I got some other date tonight."
Sol seized her arm. "With who?" he whispered, hoarsely.
"Stop. You hurting me." Yolanda pushed him away. "You know Johnny, the one with the blue Comet? With him I go tonight." At the look of chagrin and disappointment in Sol's face, Yolanda relented.
"Look, Sol, Friday night you come to my house. Yes?"
Well, even though the next night was Friday night, it seemed a year away. But Sol was at her house, promptly at half past eight, well scrubbed and properly groomed. Even his hair was slicked down, and there was a small cut on his cheek to prove that he shaved.
Yolanda let him in. "Momma 'n Poppa went away for the weekend. We got the whole night. Come."
Without preamble or preliminary chit chat, Yolanda, no time wasted, led him to her bedroom. He noted, with a little surprise, that it was rather austere for a girl's room. He had no conception of the cost of furnishings, and did not know the financial standing of her family. There were just the bare necessities: a studio bed, a bureau, a table and a chair. A small carpet was on the floor by the side of the bed. In the corner of the room he noticed a small hifi set.
Yolanda locked the door to her room, leaving the key in the key hole. "Just in case," and Yolanda shrugged. She drew the shades. She set a record on the hifi and pushed him onto the bed.
"You watch. I dance for you." Started a recording of a Mexican dance. In time to the music, but with her back to him, she began a swaying movement of her body, her buttocks swinging. Then her skirt fell to the floor, and her bare ass was exposed. He drew in his breath sharply at the sight of her ass, the cheeks of which were quivering as she kicked her skirt away.
Then she turned towards him, wearing nothing but her blouse and high heeled pumps. His eyes were riveted to the triangle of dark hairs at the base of her belly. Her firm, round thighs were pressed together and she did a slithering rolling sort of motion with her hips.
"You take off clothes, hey?" she ordered. It was a request he lost no time in obeying. In a minute or so his clothes were in the chair and he started to approach her.
"You sit, first, and watch," she ordered.
He sat, with his prick like a flagpole, sticking up into the air at an acute angle, his balls full and dangling. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands, so he rested them on his thighs.
Yolanda tossed off her blouse, her titties bouncing about like mad from the motion. Then she went into a fast stepping dance, in time to the music, her bubbies doing a crazy jiggling all their own. Even the flesh on the inside of her thighs quivered and her belly seemed to have a life of its own. She ended the dance with a leap, a shrill "ole" and ended on the bed, flat on her back, legs spread and feet raised.
In a second, Sol was over her. But she would not let him on her. "Wait. I rest first," she panted. However, he was too excited. His prick wanted in and he forced himself on her. He was like a bull unleashed. He pressed his cock into her dark warm grotto, and pushed and prodded until he found the entrance and then he forged ahead, burying his shaft deep into her warm wet cunt until his balls banged against her ass. He had neither the time nor the experience to use any finesse or love play with her. He just used his big tool like a piston and shoved it in with a force, in and out, each inward thrust a bang, until, suddenly, he reared his body up on his arms, held straight and rigid, and did a spasmodic, rapid motion with his abdomen, groaning as he did so. His orgastic movements finally diminished and he relaxed, falling heavily on Yolanda, his chest flattening her titties under him.
"Phew," said Yolanda. "You fuck hard. But soon I show you how to screw like a gentleman."
She rolled him off her, got up from the bed and, taking a handkerchief out of a bureau drawer, she wiped herself clean. Sol was still lying back on the bed exhausted. Yolanda lay down beside him and began to stroke his belly and circle his balls and run her fingers through his short, thick bush. Ah, youth! In minutes, Sol was restored to his full vigor, and curiosity was now uppermost.
He sat up and began a thorough inspection of her body, letting his eyes take in what his fingers were exploring. He squeezed, pressed, and rubbed her firm young titties. Growing bolder, he put his head down onto her bosom and nibbled her long, pointed brown nipples. Out of curiosity, to see how far out he could make them go, he pulled and tugged at them, and they really stood out when he let go. Yolanda was busy in her own way. She was stroking and patting him all over, her small, learned hands stroking with circular motions the hard cheeks of his ass. She would run a finger the length of the crack between his buttocks and press it ever so lightly into his bung hole, then circle her palm around his balls, winding up stroking his cock until it was once again a pole, a hard shaft.
Taking his cue from her, Sol began stroking her body, letting his hands wander all over her.
"My, you have a big bush," he remarked, stroking her hairy pubic triangle.
Then he made a thorough, painstaking exploration of her cunt. He spread her legs wide, and with the fingers of one hand, spread the labia of her pussy, holding them apart, so that he could examine every fold and crevice. That little pink knob, just like a tiny prick, was throbbing and bobbing amusingly. So that was the clitoris! He touched it and Yolanda heaved her ass up and moaned. He took his finger away and touched the meatus. Yolanda giggled.
"That's my pee hole," she laughed. He took his finger away hastily. Then he probed her vagina. By now he had a healthy hard on. "Put your cock into me. Some day you'll be quite a cunt stretcher," said Yolanda.
Nothing loathe, our hero, by now once again randy, fucked Yolanda, only this time taking more time about it, screwing in and out, with a little more finesse, even rubbing his hairy mound against hers. The pressure of his triangle, the movement of his cock, and Yolanda was soon a heaving, writhing mass of passion herself, spending with him, spasm for spasm, her love channel clinging to his prick as it shrank, emptying itself in her.
That was an experience to remember. Sol, now aging and sitting by the open window reminiscing, smiled to himself. The pain of her snubbing him after that, because he didn't have money; the pain of his jealousy when he saw her with other fellows; the pain of his heavy, loaded balls; all these were forgotten. He didn't even know what happened to her when he went away to college. There he really had a time. Life was good to him. It was just a series of dames, each one teaching him something so that, by the time he met Ruthie, he was a lover of no mean ability, with a polished technique to bring not only himself, but the woman, to exquisite heights.
He rocked slowly back and forth, remembering how he met Ruthie, whom he eventually married. And who, even now, was clattering the pots and pans in the kitchen. There was no denying the fact that the passage of time dealt kindly with her. She was still good looking, with a firm figure. Her face may have aged, but her body was still firmly rounded. She was a good wife-good in bed, good in the house, and good with the children.
Sol, in his trips around the country as a promotion man for a publishing concern, had opportunities for affairs with women. Yet he always wanted to return to Ruthie's arms and Ruthie's cock-eating cunt. She was an energetic, passionate lover-at least, she used to be. He assumed that she knew nothing of his affairs, and he assumed that she was faithful. How wrong he was, for Ruthie was never lonely for a man when Sol was away from home. She was clever and discreet and away from her husband, quite a gal. Ruthie was doing her own recalling while getting ready to cook the supper. Unlike Sol, she was ready and able. She didn't have to wait for a hard on.
Ruthie kept an eye on the clock. She wanted to take a bath and get ready for her date.
Sol thought she was going to a friend's house to play bridge. Some bridge! Lester was going to bridge the channel of her cunt tonight.
She sighed dreamily. Lester was young enough to be her son. Like many young men, he preferred older women for sex fun. They knew how and you didn't have to worry about contraception and they didn't make demands on you and they knew when to let go. Ruthie was sure teaching him. She was a three-way broad and nothing in connection with sex or love making was objectionable. The last time they were together was really something.
They played "horsey." That really was fun. She was in his room, which was really very comfortable, with a thick wall-to-wall carpet. It was large, and there was plenty of open space. He decided to lay her on the floor. They had been rolling around like two kids, stroking and kissing and squeezing each other, and tiltillating sensitive endogenous zones. Her nipples, like purple buds, were hard and erect. He felt her pussy and decided her snatch was wet enough.
"Get on your knees," he ordered, smacking her lightly on the ass. "We'll play horsey."
"So now you're going to show me something?" she countered.
"Yup. I figured this one out by myself."
She obligingly got on all fours, resting on her elbows and knees. Lester got behind her and sat on her back lightly, of course, resting his weight on the balls of his feet. She could feel his distended prick resting along her spine and his balls pressing on her as he leaned forward and hefted her breasts, swinging heavily in this pendant state. "Walk," he ordered. "Just move around." She did, enjoying the sensation of her tits bouncing against his hands. He would seize and squeeze them. "Whoa, steady now," he said. He turned himself around, facing her upturned ass.
Smacking her on the buttocks, he ordered her to "Giddyap," faster and faster, while he smacked her on the cheeks of her ass faster and faster, until her rear butt was rosy and smarting and her belly felt like a warm sea while her pussy was wet with desire.
"Put it in me. Fuck me," she moaned.
"O.K., my dear. Rise up on all fours. We'll do it my way." He dismounted. Ruthie got up off her elbows and knees and rested her weight on the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet. In this position her ass rose high up. Lester stood behind her, resting his hands on her still rosy buttocks, which still felt warm to his touch. He spread the cheeks and gazed at the brown ass hole, like the wrinkled end of a navel orange, and at her pink, moist slit, waiting for the onslaught of his cock. But he was going to tease her first and make her crazy with desire. He kept asking her, "Do you want it here?" and stuck a finger up her ass hole or "Do you want it here?" and he would plunge a finger up her cunt hole. Sometimes he would plunge his prick in to the hilt and pull it right out, just when she was ready to respond with her rhythmic movements. "Or do you want just to be diddled?" and he'd rub his hand along the length of her moist slit and press down on the clitoris. "Maybe I'll fuck you in the ass," he said, forcing his prick into her ass hole a little way, then withdrawing it. He leaned over and grabbed her titties, tugging at them. "Maybe I'll milk you like a cow," he teased, squeezing them as though they were a cow's teats. Then, when he was pressing his hard prick against her ass hole again, she suddenly gave a great heave and stood up.
"You bastard," she shouted. Taking him by surprised, so that he was off balance, she pushed him so that he fell. Swiftly, she had him on the floor, flat on his back, with his stiff tool nodding in the air. In a second she was over him, placing herself astride him, and aiming her cunt over his prick. She lowered herself until her cunt had completely swallowed it. Then she rode herself up and down on it. "Now who is the horse?" she jibed. He just smiled beautifully, with his eyes closed.
"Ride me, honey," he said, reaching up to play with her titties while she moved her ass and belly, up, down, and even a little from side to side, with every downward motion sitting on his thighs and balls. Soon he began to move under her, thrusting his abdomen up to meet her downward thrust, making the tip of his prick move deeper into her love canal and prodding at her womb. He put a hand down between them and began to press her clitoris with his thumb. She became wild and screwed herself faster and faster on his shaft until, at last, she collapsed on him, spent, his shaft, still hard, soaking with her juices, shiny and slippery as it slid out of her.
"Now it's my turn," he announced. He turned her over and, her ass once more upraised, he spread the cheeks of her behind and exposed the brown dirt road. He put the tip of his prick against the rectum and pushed inward. His cock went in slowly but steadily, forging carefully in until her asshole was filled with it and his balls were pressing against her. Lester placed his hands on her back, just above the buttocks, and holding her this way, he slid his prick in and out, but not all the way out. Her sphincter muscles gripped his tool too tightly and would have made reentry difficult. But it was this tight clasp around his cock by the sphincter, like a ring enclosing his penis, that made this kind of ass hole fucking such an exquisite delight for him. At last he came, shooting his love load literally into her belly. His emptied prick slid out of her, and to the accompaniment of their laughter, she expelled his seminal load with a loud fart. They both collapsed on the carpet in each other's arms.
Maybe tonight they'll play "horsey" again. She looked in on Sol.
"What are you grinning at, like an old Chesshire cat?" she chided.
"Oh, I was just recalling how I met you.
That's something to remember, isn't it?" he replied.
"M-mm-mm-I'll say." Laughingly, she returned to the kitchen, calling back to him, "If you can get that sleeping thing between your legs to wake up, we can have another go like that."
Ah, youth! Ruthie, with her pink cheeks and flashing, dark eyes; with her high placed tits, pointing up and outward, enough to knock a fellow's eyes out-real knockers-and an ass that wiggled to one side enticingly as she walked. Well, thank God she still retained that figure and walk. A man's eyes could drink in the pleasure of her and dream-and so he dreamed again.
They were at a cocktail party to celebrate the publication of a new author. She was a secretary in a company that had supplied the paper for this book. She had just gotten up from a corner and had started to walk across the room when he caught sight of her knockers and that ass with the enticing wiggle. When she reached the table and was going to get a drink for herself, he reached across her bosom, letting his hand brush deliberately across her tits, aware of their firmness, noting how the nipples suddenly erected themselves and how their outline became visible through her jersey blouse. She blushed and drew back.
"Here, let me get you a drink," he said, acting as though nothing had happened, which wasn't easy, because his prick was already pushing against his fly. He hoped the bulge was not visible. Taking her elbow in one hand, and her drink in the other, he led her to another room, where it was quieter. When they were seated, he gave her the drink. She set it down without touching it. She just looked at him and blushed; and he just looked at her and sweated. He finally took out his handkerchief, and mopping his brow, asked, "How'd you like to leave this shindig? My car is nearby, and we could take a ride out to the Island and enjoy the breeze."
"Good idea," she answered, jumping up, her titties jumping up, too, beneath her jersey blouse.
Soon they were out in the car, spinning along the highway. The convertible had the top down, and her brown hair was waving in the wind. He had difficulty keeping his eyes on the road, because her tits, so clearly outlined now by the wind-swept blouse, were bouncing and jiggling.
By now the sun had set and a soft, gentle darkness blurred the landscape. He got off the highway onto a side road and stopped in a grove of trees. Without a word, he took her in his arms and kissed her. She returned his kiss, pressing her arms into his shoulder blades, forcing her tongue into his mouth and pushing her tits against his chest. He pulled her blouse up out of her skirt, unfastened her bra, and squeezed and crushed her bare bubbies, which felt like warm smooth, firm, sponge rubber. He worked her blouse up over her chest until he could see her globular tits, which looked like pink-tipped snowballs in the light of the dashboard.
"Put out that light," she whispered. "Someone may see us." As he did so, she leaned over his lap and stroked his hard prick through his pants.
"Here, let's go in the back of the car. There is more room on the back seat." Suiting action to words, they were on the back seat, entwined once more in each other's arms. Then ensued a love play of nibbling and licking and patting and stroking. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingers caressingly over his chest, pulling playfully at the hairs there, and, while stroking his back, running her tongue with lightning like strokes over his chest. He was playing with her titties, pulling at her nipples. Then he pushed her away from him and rolled up her skirt. He pulled off her panties, letting them fall to the floor.
He could barely see her in the dark, but he could feel and smell the pungent woman smell of her pussy. While he stroked her thighs, he buried his head between them and found her cunt with his nose and tongue. He was an expert cunt lapper and soon had her writhing and squirming and scissoring his head with her thighs. Suddenly, he pushed himself away. He unzipped his fly and let his very large, fully erect, randy prick knock against her face. He banged it against her cheeks a couple of times, and she got the idea. She adjusted her position on the back car seat, and took his manly organ into her mouth, sucking it. He could tell that this was probably her first experience. Well, he'd have a good time teaching her. "Roll your tongue over the tip," he said, moving gently back and forth. She sucked away, moving her own head back and forth, and rolling her tongue over the tip.
"Well, let's not waste it," he said, and, taking his prick out of her mouth, he stretched her out on the seat, got between her thighs and, lifting her legs high, until her heels were on his shoulders, he plunged his stiff prick into her cunt hole. He was only dimly aware that he was plunging through a hymen. It was too late to stop himself. He put his hands under her ass and lifted it up closer to him. He smothered her cry of pain with his mouth, holding her mouth to his and almost sucking it into his own mouth, as his prick, now without hindrance, went about the love job of screwing. In and out it went, and soon, she too, feeling the usual, thrilling sensations, in spite of the pain, coursing through her belly, began to move with him, meeting his every thrust until in a paroxysm of ecstasy, she responded to his spasmodic spending. At last he lay relaxed on her gently nibbling at one tit while he caressed the other. For a long time they lay like that, in companionable, affectionate silence. At length, Sol got up. He had never felt this way about anyone before.
"I'm going to marry you, you know," he said, while wiping away the bloodstains from her cunt with his handkerchief.
She nodded her head in assent. In spite of any extra-curricular affairs, it was a good marriage. Sol sighed. Yep, it was a good marriage, even if he couldn't get it up anymore.
He frowned and closed his eyes, recalling the fiasco of his last attempt. He had met this gorgeous, young, red-headed dame in one of the bookstores out of town. He had taken her to dinner, and to a movie. The movies were always a good place, because in the dark, when you tried something with a dame, if she snuggled up to you, you knew you had it made for that night, anyway. Gloria snuggled. So, after the movies, they drove out to a motel, another wonderful achievement of our civilization. She was an experienced dame, and knew what a man, especially an old man, would want in payment for his evening's expenses. After all, a good dinner these days cost money. He had, also, promised her a rather expensive gift-the gold brooch in the local jeweler's window-if she would spend the night with him.
Well, here they were, in the beautiful, expensive, motel room, with shades drawn, and lights on. He sat down in the arm chair, with a lit cigar in his mouth.
"Well, baby, let's see what you look like. Let's see what you're half hiding, half showing, underneath your clothing."
Gloria stood, with her back to the window, through which a faint light came, outlining her lithe, graceful body. She drew up the hem of her skirt, with both hands drawing the dress up over her body and head. His eyes gleamed as he watched the drawing in of her satin sheathed belly and the uplift of her small, firm, yet mature breasts. "I'll bet I could cover your whole tit with one hand," he said, getting up to cup the tit while she threw the dress to the floor. She wore no bra, so that as soon as her slip was off, she was bare on top. Each small tit was now alive, like animals with a vibrant life of their own. They trembled and quivered, the nipples slowly protruding, as she leaned over to remove her silk briefs and garter belt.
"You really are a redhead," he said in a husky voice. "Those cunt hairs are real." She kicked off her shoes, and removed her stockings, while he was stroking her all over. She was as firm as a boy. Her svelte smoothness had an attractive charm for him, and he hurriedly undressed. But there he sat, with his prick in his hands, a limp, sad, forlorn thing.
The red-headed Gloria was kind. She knelt in front of him and tried to suck some life into his senescent tool. She even sat on his lap, astride his cock, and rubbed her slit up and down it, hoping the warm wetness of her coozy would work it up. No use. Well, anyway, he thought, she had her satisfaction. He fingerfucked her until she came.
That was the last time he went out. From now on, he would enjoy himself just dreaming about the sex experiences of the past.
He felt unusual, almost forgotten proddings between his thighs.
"Ruthie," he shouted. "It's up. Into the bedroom with you."
Later, with her legs still spread, her heels resting on his shoulders, his hands still under her raised ass, and his cock still encompassed by her prick-clinging vaginal canal, he grinned at her, and said, "By God, this old man can still fuck."
