"Belly Dance" by V. Fodor is a most unusual and exciting tale of the type of sex life among certain privileged classes which the reader will not find mentioned in the daily newspaper. The author's explicit frankness in describing unusual methods of intercourse between the sexes resulted in an official ban on the book's sale by the London Metropolitan Censor. De Gaulle's Paris being the puritanical place it now is, also banned the book. But, due to an intense interest in this novel by collectors of modern erotica, the book has had a considerable underground sale on the Continent and in England.
The famous psychoanalyst, Dr. O. Wernicke, has some enlightening comments from his case histories on the psycho-sexual motivation of a woman similar to one of the characters in this book.
He starts, "Miss Dorothy M. first menstruated at the age of fifteen with great difficulty. Thereafter she experienced monthly periods which were extremely painful to her and of an abnormally excessive flow. At school, on her first date with a boy, he attempted to fondle her breasts and exposed his erect penis. When he asked her to caress it and take it in her mouth, she became frightened and hysterical. She slapped at the boy's exposed penis and testicles and recalls that her hysteria stopped as he cried out in pain. When she realized that she was the master of the situation, she began to fondle the boy's still exposed penis and was gratified to see a renewed strong erection result. As she continued stroking his penis manually, she was totally unprepared for his orgasm and ejaculation of sperm on her dress and her hands. This frightened her anew, especially as the youth now attempted to reach her vagina with his fingers and she demanded to be driven back to school.
"Once back in her room, she removed her dress, and fearful lest the sperm stains betray her, planned to bury it in the school garden. She recalls washing her hands and her body for hours, fearful that somehow a drop of sperm may have touched her vagina and made her pregnant. Her severe poegnophobia seems to date from this incident and was a strong factor in her subsequent lesbianism.
Although she had a full feminine figure, with well-developed breasts and full, rounded buttocks, she began to dress in male attire as frequently as possible. She was so skillful in doing this that she was able to deceive many people as to her sex, and found pleasure in doing so.
"While dressed as a man, she fell in love with an attractive young society girl on an excursion trip. She carried on the masquerade, calling at the girl's home as a suitor and taking her out on dates. On these dates, she would kiss the girl, manipulate her breasts and bring her to orgasm repeatedly by manual massage of her clitoris and vagina. The masquerade was abruptly ended when in the heat of orgasm, the young girl reached through her trousers and was shocked by encountering another vagina... "
The reader should be alerted by this tale to the fact that deviation from the norm in sex matters is far more common than generally known. We present "Belly Dance" in its original, unexpurgated version. It is recommended only for the mature adult reader.
-Allan Saunders, M.A. New York City June, 1968
CHAPTER ONE
In the beginning of this century, life was particularly gay in the land of the Tzars and it was the true episode of Russian splendor, especially the splendors of love. We are going tell you about it and we hope that you won't regret a word of it. Our story will be filled with the voluptuous adventures of this most delicious period.
Olga dreamt often of her handsome husband who was one of the most trusted generals under his Majesty. He wore a green shaded uniform with two wonderful frothy epaulettes as well as the customary gold buttons marking his high rank.
Thirty-eight years of age, sprouting a mustache spruced and well-polished, he had a well honored name and an everlasting position in the eternal presence of the great state.
All this and love were his. He was always ready to click his heels and kiss fair ladies hands and delicate them with the most burning phrases.
One night before, Olga married the charmed general, Count Gregory Stenoff.
In spite of his great name, he had the very bad habit of putting off his debts. It was certainly true that he was one of the strongest, one of the p oat handsome with his superb mustache but he was penniless and owed many rubles to his many friends who were awaking impatiently for the general to return their trust.
Olga had an heritage that was rather a tidy sum. Her father was a gifted merchant and he left her 100.000 rubles. Gregory looked forward to the day he would marry the winsome lass.
Ah, but what a strange night, that first night of their honeymoon was.
She wasn't ever going to forget it. Olga tossed herself on their bed, completely exhausted from the trying day of gifts, of friends weeping, of the usual inconveniences of the first grand moment. Stenoff entered their bridal suite.
She always looked at him timidly and she had a way of putting out her hand great expectation of the gentlemanly kiss. She had no doubts that he was going to embrace her, but where was it going to begin. Would he throw himself en his knees and emotionally kiss her feet her ankles in true slavic manner? He would be kind, she thought to herself reassuredly.
Ah, of course. He began by kissing her co her small full mouth. Gregory didn't ask to be invited. He took the initiative as a soldier would, and he was, after all, a respected general.
And his dress?
He was always elegant in his green-shaded uniform with its golden buttons honoring the Tzar.
But instead of listening to his gallant speech which she was accustomed to hearing each night, he whispered some shocking words in her young ear. His hand slowly moved her dress off the shoulder and soon his hand trembled on her nude skin. Within a few seconds his hands were wandering all over her tense round body. Our general was going directly to his goal. His fingers pinched her thighs and rapidly rubbed her pubic hairs. He felt the warm foam of her nest and was not at all taken aback by Olga's sudden reaction to squeeze her knees together.
Then with one masterful gest, (one might have said that he had already the habit of it) he ripped the cover from the bed. The white sheets glistened as he looked down at the spot which would soon be the place of warmth and sensual action.
Stenoff drank in the beauty of the fresh bride and every spot that he had touched before he now planted ardent kisses and slight passionate nibbles.
The chaste Olga, innocent and confused defended herself with all her force. And since he had taken the little red budded nipple in his mouth sucking it in avidly, she pushed him away rudely and with her small hand scratched his face.
Stenoff suddenly toned down and became cool, brushing his hair back. He buttoned his three top-most buttons and resumed his generally stature. Stenoff left the room and poor Olga who in her half nudity cried in fits and starts with her head buried in the pillow.
Before he left she beseeched him to stay.
"Don't leave me!" she said feebly.
"I'll come back when you have boiled down ", he said stiffly.
"What do you mean?" Tears streamed from her eyes like miniature cataracts.
"Ask your mother. She is an excellent bourgeoisie and should teach you a great deal. If she can't then I'll call upon my aunt who has been to Paris. I'll put you in her hands. It would be a good thing. You will see."
And Stenoff stamped out of the room which was to offer them much pleasure.
The next day about noon, Olga examined the room. It was a lovely room and no one could deny it, but somehow it seemed very strange and bore no resemblance to the rooms in her parent's home.
This new suite gave her a funny feeling. She was moved by it and at the same time frightened beyond her control.
The windows were tall and broad and the satin curtains gave the bridal room a certain richesse. The same was true of the cherry-wood furniture and the violet bed-spread.
The room made her think of a ballroom and her head echoed a melody which made her dizzy with romantic notions. What was so pulsating about this room? She could not answer her question.
She was drawn to the canape in the middle of the bedroom. She sat down and hugged a pillow, threw it aside and felt the silken covering. A sudden joy penetrated her heart. She had remembered seeing an illustration of such a canape and the thought of it made her cheeks grow red.
She danced over to her bed. It was an unusual piece of furniture. The posters were decorated with an expensive ornamentation and the feet of the bed were as sturdy as the base of the sphinx.
Olga walked to the window and drew aside the curtain. She looked out at the series of green-houses filled with plants and beautiful flowers. Bored, she walked over to the handsome night table with its small white carpet. The reminded her of the swan in the Boljevsky park.
The room had a virginal aspect about it and yet there was an inexplicable something of which Olga was unable to describe. She had noticed this unfamiliar aspect from the moment she entered.
Suddenly three knocks on the door disturbed her daydreaming. The maitre d'hotel announced.
"Madame, dinner is ready. The count is already in the dinning hall. "Is he there by himself?"
"No, he is with his uncle." Olga descended the stairs with an ounce of fear hovering over her lovely head.
"Then it's agreed uncle. I'm to be the brigade's captain.
"You don't look too pleased, however."
"Oh, it isn't that. I'm thinking of the terrible night I had. They have already informed me how honest women can be stupid, but I never believed to what degree this could be true... If you could have only seen me at work, you would have laughed and pitied me. To think that I have been to Paris and could not find a woman who conformed to my difficult taste."
Stenoff started to imitate his wife. His voice became as high pitched as piccolo.
"Think of me tomorrow when you are in the parade ".
He rubbed his hand over his trim mustache. "Just a minor kiss on the mouth and what to I receive... troubles. Send me wherever you wish, but take me away from that woman... "
Olga interrupted the conversation by gliding into the room with innocent grace.
During the entire dinner, Olga all the while very red, answered her husband and his uncle in short monosyllables.
When the coffee was served, Gregory told Olga that he had been appointed by the emperor to a distinctive position. Of course, the unfortunate part of it all was that he was scheduled to leave for some hidden corner of Transcaucasie. This was imperative and he had no choice in the matter.
"I have asked my uncle to confirm this report. If it is true, I accept. It means my career and my name.
Our friend Olga didn't even blink. "I must leave tonight. Uncle please send my orders to the station. You don't begrudge me too much, Olga, for leaving you?"
"No, I'll take the time to change and make myself into the kind of a woman you have always desired."
The two men eyed each other. Obviously they shared the same thoughts. "She is not so stupid as all that."
Sitting up her chair and leaning toward her husband, Olga gazed at her gallant spouse. "You spoke of your aunt... "
The two men began to laugh. A raucous "splendid" crept out of the uncle, while Gregory looked fondly upon his wife.
"Write to her quickly, you're libel to forget about it while your packing." The uncle suggested.
The count ran to his desk and began to write. "Dear Auntie. I have just married a marvelous blond creature who is pretty but, alas, not so bright. I can hope for nothing, unless you form her. Do the best you can. I hope you will manage well with her.
Affectionately Yours, Stenoff."
He sealed the letter carefully and handed it to Olga.
"My aunt will explain all that I wrote and why."
After watching the count general enjoy his grand Havana cigar, Olga asked.
"How many shirts shall I pack in your suitcase?"
"Three thousand four hundred and thirty seven." Shouted the exasperated Stenoff precipitating out of the room.
CHAPTER TWO
The scene: a long mountain range. At the slope of a mountain a wooden barque bouncing in a tumultuous river.
At the end of the river, there is an oriental town, brilliantly hiding in the soft shadows.
The river shows its waste and mud. An opaque sky portrays the grizzly depressing weather. The moon tries to break through the heavy muck and every once in a while there is a sad streak of yellow implanted on the brownish stream.
Right in the middle of the boat, a flag waves solemnly demonstrating the seriousness of the venture.
In the boat you can hear laughter and gaiety. There are a few people singing in loud boisterous voices. Let's go down below.
There is a large table and it is covered with felt carpet. On the wall you can see a grotesque painting, somber and sinister. Just take a look at the table. One bottle after another empty. Around the table there are sixteen officers and how many bottles for each? Don't try to count... it would take hours. So this is the way my general treats his subordinates?
This night there is a joviality in the air. Everyone has eaten well and everyone has drunk extremely well. There is even champagne to be had.
And after? A captain in a crouched position with a bottle of rum glued to his mouth. As the bottled liquid diminishes he stands up gradually. After the bottle is empty it goes flying over his shoulder and he starts to burst into a dance as his comrades clap vigorously.
Earlier in the evening, the general had bet the colonel that he couldn't drink a bottle of ink. The colonel beamed from cheek to cheek in saucy darkness as he collected the money from the bemused count.
The general, reeled around the room and glanced into the blue, brown, red, half-closed eyes. He didn't detect an ounce of flame. No one knew what to do.
All at once he swept a dozen bottles off the table and they crashed to the ground in an avalanche of broken glass. He pounded his fist on the dripping table.
"My god, how I'm bored here."
Everyone understood the general who had pretended he did not see a single woman worth the trouble during three months. The second lieutenant placed his hand on the general's broad shoulder and informed him that an officer had just left with the promise of bringing back many women.
"Many women, many women... If you have three, I'll drink to your dicks."
"We may have four, sir."
"Yes but there are sixteen of us the captain remarked.
"What can you expect in time of war?"
"I think they shall be dancers. This is a country of dancers they tell me." A major informed the group.
A few minutes later, the women arrived. The first one was swung downstairs in a flourish of delight.
"Pouah. That one is not for me... Next.."
The second was flung in the middle of eight hands who were awaiting soft flesh.
"Worst then the first... And let's see the other."
The third burst into laughter as a hand wondered along her thigh.
"Pouah, pouah... " The count exclaimed.
The fourth came down alone and the count looked surprised as though he had not counted on an unexpected visitor like this.
"Ah, this one pleases me. I haven't seen her before."
He scratched his thick curls and looked at the fourth as though he were dreaming.
"Then come on and sit beside me. Where in the bloody devil did you come from? Are you from Petersburg? Maybe you're from Paris?"
"Impossible, I have never been there."
"What is your name?"
"Ina."
"Do you know that you are very pretty and that I'm a general."
"Yes I know all this, but why is your mouth so black?"
"Because I drank some ink. I wanted to make sure there was no trickery."
"And do you find that that funny? You aren't difficult to please, are your? You should go wash yourself."
"Well, well, she begins by criticizing. Well what do you think of that?"
The general-count backed away and put his hand to his sharp-cut chin. One eyebrow went up as he scrutinize the pretty morsel. She wasn't in the least embarrassed and comfortably placed herself on a nearby canape. She wore an oriental costume which showed traces of some European styling nevertheless. She wore a heavily scented perfume and it was the true mark of her elegance.
Very strange, all this, he thought. Her feet are adorable. How fine they fit into those terrible red shoes. Her hands are like silk and as white as snow.
How to describe her? Although she has black hair, she has something blond in her. After all, her eyes are as blue as clean lakes. Her figure was the timber that suited him best. Her eyes was exactly what he liked. Even the voice was mysterious and it was the real keys to her sensuality. What promise was in store for our count?
Ina did not mind his staring at her. She was nonchalant in her attitude and almost indifferent.
Suddenly Gregory pulled her toward him and placed his mouth next to hers. She pushed him away rudely.
"Handsome, lower, if you wish." She pointed with her hand.
"Here, first my foot-" Without protesting or without the least hesitation, he knelt heavily down and kissed her dainty foot.
"How adorable you are."
She moved her toes and giggled with delight, then all at once she pushed the general with her foot.
"You can climb up, a little, my dear soldier."
His hands lest no time in finding the thighs.
"But not so fast!" She warned.
He kissed her knees, the front and then the back. He forgot his friends who were looking on incredulously at this beggar of kisses.
"Now go wash yourself."
He ran to a table and took a bite of a half-dry lemon and glass of wine. When he saw that the ink was still there, he started for the door.
"Oh, that's good enough. Come back."
She glued her mouth upon his hand her kiss was ardent, humid and full of desire. It was the kind of kiss that makes one quiver and can be felt tinkling up and down the spine.
"I am becoming fond of you, my dear. Another, another." The general begged. She pushed him away once more and broke into a burst of laughter. Ina looked down at the floor.
"While you were kissing my foot, you clumsily ripped my shoe strap. Repair it and go fetch me some champagne after."
He was petrified in the role of humble servant. He obeyed every command and was more than happy to do so. Stenoff poured the bubbling wine and returned with a glass for his mistress.
She drank up with gusto and on finishing the long draught Ina placed her arms around his neck and gave him a long kiss. She let the glass fall and break into a hundred pieces.
"Come to my room. We shall be better there."
She followed him. When she got the room, she asked him to show her his uniform.
"It's in the closet."
"Let me see it. I want to see it!" She said in a stiff voice seeing that he was hesitating.
Gregory obeyed. She took a strap from his epaulettes and tied the shoe with it. She placed another strand on the other.
"Swear that you will wear this scarf attached to your uniform tomorrow at the parade. If you refuse, you will have to take me by force, but if you accept, I shall give myself to you totally." Gregory, stupefied and ashamed, swore to do so.
CHAPTER THREE
This should be the moment of dialogue and action particularly when the author has taken the reader right to the scene of most pending situation.
However, suspense is the great teaser and as much as the author would have liked to continue to hold back the avid holder of this book, he himself is anxious to explore the sensual aspects of the count and his new find.
Having obtained her wishes, Ina was prepared to give herself to the intrepid man. She slowly undressed and in a few seconds was completely nude, standing in front of him with her nakedness illuminating the room.
Gregory was astonished at her beauty. Never had his eyes feasted upon a body so rich, so curvaceous. He believed her to be the most perfect woman that ever existed.
She was animated marble to him. Her two nipples were like lost rubies in snow. And the bit of triangular fleece contrasted wonderfully with the white of her stomach.
In spite of her dark hair that spread over her shoulders, Ina was actually a blond. And this was more apparent when she was nude. Gold hair was spun in her armpits as well as in the region of her sex. Her buxom thighs squeezed this love box together as though it were for no man. But her thighs trembled as she strode toward the count. Ina put her arms around his neck and joined her hands.
"I love you... You will see how much I am able to love." She declared herself.
She went over to the bed and lay there in the pose of David's famous painting.
She let her thighs apart and there was a marvelous look in her eyes. They flamed with desire and promise. Her lips were full and there was a welcoming smile attached to her whole attitude.
The count was wild with lust. He ripped his uniform from his body. A shirt flew her and sock there and in a very short space of time he too was entirely nude. The staff of his virility stood out like a train lever. Ina made his veins hum with hot blood.
Ina spread herself open in order to receive his ivory thighs. She directed his cock to the nectar-flowing nest. He was well on his way toward the amorous route.
"Oh, darling... I... "
Her voice became more and more voluble with swallows in between words. He penetrated her and caught a rhythm which they both preferred. Her stomach undulated in the air and she soon completely absorbed the massive prick. Her interior felt like warn, boiling lava.
They rode the seas of love. They embraced each other frenetically. Her thighs sought his and she tied her body to her lover's. His arms encircled her like a loving belt and he demonstrated his male power. His face was buried in her dark locks of hair. Ever now and then his mouth would seek hers and their lips would lock together, while their tongues intertwined. Even the noise of the teeth knocking against each other gave proof of tremendous desire. Ina and Gregory breathed heavily and every now and then Ina would moan and sob and her breasts would throb. She would express herself with a flood of inarticulate words, but all was understood.
"Oh... you're good... how I love you-" Suddenly Gregory tightened his loving hold. He approached closer than he had before. The count felt her loveliness beneath him and he drank in her tantalizing aroma. Since he wanted to penetrate her all the way, his entire body moved in final frenzy. His final assault brought on a few convulsions signaling his ecstasy and drunken fury. He bellowed like a lion and sucked in the left breast of the woman he loved at the moment.
She responded with a cry that seemed to come from her most inner being. It was like a dying complaint. The two lovers collapsed in the delicious aftermath of love, broken by their efforts and delirious with joy and the quieting minor spasms that follow the storm.
Their flesh reunited bound as one book on the appearance of a sturdy branch of a sleeping willow tree, but these were human branches interwoven with the most delicate design.
After a few minutes of savourous prosternation, Gregory got up and held his love in his arms. He brought her close to him and whispered in her sleepy ear.
"Do you know, Ina, you will never leave me... Where could I ever find a woman like you? I shall take you to Petersburg... to Paris... wherever you wish to go. I shall always love you. "Can it be true? Even if I'm blond?"
"It doesn't matter if you are blond. What can that do? I only know that you are a treasure for me and that I love you as much as you wish... But what if you are blond? What an idea? If you were really all blond, you would resemble... Yes, you would look like my wife a bit."
"Then you're married."
"Yes, alas, to a little insignificant boast who I've abandoned. You know the kind, a modest Agnes who is always turning red who trembles at the idea that her husbands in going to embrace her. What a pin-head. What a bore. I could get nothing from her, so I left."
"And I'm the one you love? Tell me, isn't it so? Look what you have done for me. When I asked you to wash your mouth, you obeyed. When I asked you to wear my scarf in the parade you did so."
"Yes, whatever you wish I shall do." The black hair flew in the air and cascade of blond hair appeared. She burst into a healthy laughter at the sight of the count's expression.
"Olga... How is it possible? What does this mean?"
"What does it mean? I am going to tell you. When I heard your mimicry before I entered the dining room the night of your departure I made up my mind to change for you. And now am as "stiff and dizzy" as before."
Gregory stood for a moment in deep reflection and then he also in turn burst into a flood of laughter. They two lovers and married ones at that sealed each other in their arms finding a great joy in this surprise. The shed ardent caresses and were ready for all the delights of their mutual love.
"Would you now abandon your little bore of a wife, general? She has profited, after all, from the lessons she received from your aunt "
"Oh, yes. What a darling aunt I have. Bless her."
"Then at least you're able to see her virtues. There is some pleasure in a couple after all? Now let me get dressed, you oaf of a husband."
He turned away and smiled to himself. He could not hide his joy.
"But why get dressed, Olga? No, stay as you are. I'll get rid of everyone and we shall be all alone."
Gregory went into the adjoining room and there he set his eyes on a Teal debauchee. The officers had succeeded in undressing the three girls and they were dancing in the nude. Bottles clinked together in Russian song and the girls danced with their heavy bodies and lightened souls. The officers sang and shouted at the top of their lungs. Everyone was having a splendid time in this bacchanal setting.
A lieutenant had one of the trio sitting on his lap his upright cock was playing peek-a-boo while the husky gal jumped up and down with mad gaiety.
In another corner, two officers had lowered their respectable trousers and one of the girls was tampering with the two rigid sexes at the same time.
The general noticed that the girl was extremely deft in her movements and had the two gentlemen up against the wall where their heads around in drunken stupor but which a touch of tinkling sensations oozing throughout their well disciplined bodies.
"What the hell?" A captain cried out all of a sudden. "I think these "demoiselles" are wasting their time just playing around with our dicks and nuts. We should find something more efficient for them."
"You're right!" Another joined in.
"Sirs, I am going to make you a proposition." The captain took the initiative. He stumbled around half drunk and yet half lucid.
"We are listening. Go on have your say, but make it good, my dear fellow." Everyone chimed in: "We are going to... " Just as he was prepared to whisper some intimate secrets and plans, the general walked in and announced some unexpected news.
"Messieurs, the countess has arrived today and should like you to send away these scabrous women.".
"Bah." said a colonel.
"The devil!" exclaimed another.
"My dear comrades, my wife, the countess invites you all to dinner tomorrow."
"Hurrah for the Countess Stenoff!" The lieutenant hurled buttoning his trousers.
CHAPTER FOUR
You would probably like to know what happened after the unusual surprise and circumstances leading the count to discover that his wife had so changed and had come to an isolated spot to show her husband what she was capable of.
Well, Olga became a sensuous beauty. Of course, she always had the potential and now it came out in all its splendor. She was much different from the stupid virgin who struggled not so long ago in the arms of her noble husband.
We must admit one more item to you. We cannot not hold back the truth of this story. The night before the count left, he tried once again to devirginize his reluctant bride. He decided that he would have another crack at the winsome Olga.
Gregory planed everything in his head. He was going to be gentle and consider his wife. Maybe he would even tell her about his hope of planting a little viscount in the small pocket of her sex. Perhaps she would understand.
That evening, the young couple met in the dining hall. Gregory took Olga's hand and gave it a squeeze.
"I've decided to delay my departure. I want to know whether that has an effect on you or not?"
"Yes, I am very pleased," she said looking deep into his eyes.
"Then do you wish me to spend the night at your side?"
Olga responded with a "yes", and lowered her eyes. Her cheeks became a bright crimson.
After the meal, Gregory went into the grand living room where he indulged in a cigar. Olga went up to the suite.
She told her servant to leave her alone and prepared her nightly habit.
Stenoff knocked on his wife's door. She was timid in saying "come in darling." He entered the room and had the misfortune of seeing his wife take refuge in her bed all the while holding up the cover shielding herself. Gregory made a wry face and started to unbutton his vest.
There was an awkward silence in the room. Stenoff fingered his fine mustache and knew that everything had started off badly once again.
But he persevered and soon he was undressed preparing himself with eaux de colognes. This time he would work into his wife's confidence gradually instead of taking her by surprise.
When he climbed into bed, he felt her trembling and he closed his eyes in disbelief of her ignorance. His arm drew her near, but he sensed that she was not ready even for this overture. His hand wandered over her fine soft arm. She felt his nearness and she sighed.
Then he made a lunge at her but once more she repelled him. He clenched his fist and uttered a hundred awful words to himself. Gregory turned his back on his wife and grabbed a good handful of the cover.
After a few minutes of clumsy silence, Olga snuggled up to her husband and leaned her head against his back. He enjoyed her warmth. In spite of his decision to have nothing to do with her, he rolled over and he tightened his arms around her. She could not help but feel his rigid sex beat against her belly. His thighs pressed up to her thighs and she slowly spread them apart, partly through force and partly because of an odd sensation that she liked but could not explain.
His warm breath blew around her eyes and cheeks. His hands promenaded along the fine lines of her muscular but feminine torso.
Stenoff could fell his wife's horror by her constant evasions. His fingers trickled down in the direction of her pussy. There, happily, he encountered a wet liquid. He knew she was feeling something. He worked his fingers diligently around the opening of the sex. Olga felt his throbbing cock climb along the walls of her thighs. She put her hand to protect herself.
"No, please. Not that. Leave me alone, please, leave me alone. What do you want to do with me?"
But the weapon had already gained the entrance and was on its way in.
"Oh, help me - mother... Oh." With a vigorous movement of his hips, Gregory transpierced the frail veil of virginity and introduced his masculinity to his wife's femininity.
He pressed in and out.
"Oh, no... enough... it hurts too much." She squirmed trying to get away from the continual attacks, Gregory forced on her.
But Gregory was not ready to abandon just yet. He was transported by the impetuous desire that ran through his veins. A few more strokes of his fine penis brought about some more cries of pain. Stenoff had no consideration for this minor pain, he had seen so much real torture and pain in his life, he penetrated Olga deeply and lovingly.
While he was struggling to finish the act he started, Olga was bleeding. She could not help crying. The horrifying experience that she was undergoing became a nightmare. Gregory did not think of her and was only thinking of his animal pleasure. And indeed he was. He plunged in and out and finally ejaculated his sperm in the box warm and sticky. He felt the jets of come burst into his wife's broken virginity.
After having realized his pleasure, Gregory took her in his arms and tried to console her. But she lay there inert and insensitive to his many loving caresses. She was tired and her body was crushed from this new experience. Olga's thighs lay spread apart and a trickle of blood flowed from her exploited crack.
Stenoff shrugged his shoulders. He turned his back and was ready to sleep. Inside of five minutes, he was snoring and in slumberland.
The morning after, he attempted to renew his bounds, but Olga manifested a repulsion and terror that he had to renounce immediately. He got up suddenly and said.
"It seems as though we shall never get together. It may be alright once, but you will never be able to understand." He left the room in a huff. Two hours later he disappeared without saying adieu to Olga who was in her room thinking of the trials of marriage and no longer thinking of her romantic concepts of it. "Ah, if I had only known." A few minuses later. Mascha, her servant, entered the room. She found her mistress crying and her eyes red and swollen.
"What in the world is wrong? Why that air as if the world was going to end?"
"It's nothing Mascha., nothing at all." But this wasn't true at all and it didn't deceive Mascha for a second. She was too wide awake a servant to not notice when something was decidedly wrong.
Mascha was almost a mother to Olga. She fed her her milk when she was a child. Mascha had a mother's fondness for the unhappy girl. She adored her.
Olga had a great attachment for Mascha and she always confided in her. The servant was surprised to see her dove so somber and closed in.
"Yes there is something wrong. A trouble that you don't want to tell me about. This means you no longer love me and refuse to tell me what the matter is."
"But nothing is wrong; I assure you."
"Then why this sadness. And those eyes so full of tears, they make me wonder whether it isn't because the count has left you?"
"Has he left?"
"He has just left with all his baggage. He has given his ordonnant orders to wait for him at the station."
"Oh, he has left without saying good-bye." She started to weep.
Mascha made an attempt to calm her and succeeded. Soon Olga was telling everything to her trustworthy servant. She told of the counts' caresses and the night she had passed in dreaded fear. Olga told Mascha of the pain she endured. But the most terrible sufferance was his leaving without saying adieu.
"Can you imagine that he wanted to make me suffer for a second time?" Olga informed Mascha.
"Go ahead and laugh as long as it wasn't you that had to submit to such a treatment. I'll bet that your husband did not make you suffer so."
"But of course. It is always like that the first time. But after... That's different."
"After?"
"Ah, that's not the same... It doesn't hurt... on the contrary."
"On the contrary? What do you mean by that?"
"Of course, it no longer hurts. You finish by enjoying it. In fact, it is very good and agreeable."
"You are pulling my leg, Mascha. How can a monstrous thing like that procure pleasure for me?" she looked at her old faithful servant. "If you only could have seen the size of it-"
"I don't know the dimensions of the count, but Boris has a lovely one. Life too was very disgruntled the first time. He despaired of me and left. Since then, I've changed. I no longer find it disagreeable. On the contrary... I love it."
"What? You are joking?"
"I should even wish it more long and thicker when it is inside me." The servant went away giggling with flustering notions in her head.
Olga was puzzled and the only effect Mascha's declaration had on her was a dream that opened a new door of thought.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mascha prepared the toilet for her mistress. She applied many delicate lotions to the fair skin of the lovely wife, milk, perfumes, pomades. Then she prepared a warm bath in order to quiet the frightened girl's nerves.
Now, Olga only felt a tiny throbbing pain between her thighs. The pain turned into a slight tickling sensation which thrilled her more than she cared to say. It is true that she was fatigued, but Mascha assured her that tomorrow she would feel different as though a new change was taking place in her life.
In an hour's time, Olga was calmer and in better spirits. Mascha was dying to tell her many things about life, that life that had always been a mystery to her.
The young servant thought of a laborer of the court, Ourbik, who was in charge of the reparations of the mansion. The young scoundrel had managed to seduce all the women in the area and even contemplated Mascha as his next victim.
Mascha was not bad at all. As a matter of fact, and it is better to get acquainted with Mascha now, she was highly desirable. She was as lively as fish out of water and as graceful as a bird. Her life was one perpetual streak of gaiety. She laughed at any provocation. Her tiny figure was well formed and she was blessed with a pair of blue darting eyes. They were pure and bubbling with malice. Her blond hair spun around her head like a crown gave her a dignified air and she hardly appeared as a servant in this setting. Mascha had a rounded chin with dimples and the irony and joy marking her lovely small mouth was an indication of her character.
From the first day that Ourbik set foot on the premises he promised himself that Mascha would be his. He was just awaiting the occasion that would bring the wily servant into his possession.
Mascha was much too busy with the countess to pay attention to a mere wolf of the court and at that, only a repairer with little education. She managed quite easily to avoid him. This made Ourbik all the more interested and insisted upon getting her alone. He had been successful with the others but they didn't count. He wanted Mascha and only her.
He walked the halls in an attempt to get her cornered where he could whisper dirty phrases in her ear, feel her breasts and hips. How he wanted to touch the more intimate parts of her attractive body, only his mind could say, and that, from experience.
One day he surprised her in an isolated room of the vast palace. He brusquely caught her by the waist and aggressively pummeled her and pinned get from her tiny breasts down to her full hips.
Mascha tried to defend herself, but it was in vain. She shouted for an intendant, but this too would place her in a ridiculous position. She beat on his chest and pushed his away finally.
"Alright, my lovely. But one day I shall have you and we shall see what you have to day!"
Mascha got the idea of presenting Ourbik to her mistress. She told Olga of Ourbik's assault and the poor plumber was asked to appear in front of his mistress.
"Come here, Ourbik. What right do you have to accost my most faithful servant? Why did you insult her in such an odious fashion?"
"But it was only in play."
"Ourbik, you are lying and I'll have none of it. Do you understand?" Olga eyed him critically.
"Don't you know that Mascha belongs to me. She has nothing to do with you and you have no claims on her. If I hear one more word about you from her, I shall let you go immediately and I promise you shall have the whips of the cossacks at your heels. I think you are beginning to understand me."
"Yes, Mistress."
"That's better. You may go. That is all I have to say. But try to keep it in mind, Ourbik."
The man felt his futility and recoiled out of the room. He passed Mascha in the hall and gave her such a look that it made her tremble.
After the emotions that she had endured, Olga felt the need of confiding more and more in Mascha. She had to tell someone everything and it may as well be Mascha, who was capable of listening to every word with discretion.
The transformation from virgin to woman was not the only emotion that was troubling her. A moral evolution was transpiring and she felt a wave of emotions invade her heart. Many new sensations entered into her life.
She had received a religious education which she never questioned. Olga ignored much of life when she married the count. Without feeling a true passion, she was ready to give back love and submit herself to him totally. But she didn't think of the many duties of marriage which were slowly being revealed to her. She had no idea what proportions her married life would take and the consequences of being Stenoff's wife.
The count's conduct concerning her seemed monstrous and she was unable to think of it as otherwise. It disgusted her and she turned blind with rage on thinking of it.
She was merely a young uninitiated animal who picked out the first man who asked her to marry him. Mascha taught her about herself without holding back. Olga accepted the lessons without regret or rancor. However, a new trouble brewed in her being and she was filled with ideas.
In the middle of this sentimental chaos, her thoughts wavered and she could not find a plan of action or a base from where she could begin her new role.
Olga thought of her mother. Where could she find advice surer and better than from her mother? She would be able to direct her and advise her and relieve her from this terrible crises she was passing through.
She parted for her mother's. Mother was awaiting her. "My dear, dear child, I have so wanted to see you. I had thought that you had forgotten your mother. But I understand and pardon you. After all, a young wife of two days cannot leave her husband so easily."
"I haven't left him, mother. He has left me. For how long, I can't say. Perhaps for always."
"What are you trying to tell me?"
"It is true. The count has left, this morning and without saying good-bye and I don't know when he will return."
Olga threw herself at her mothers' feet and cried like a child. She described everything between sobs and tears.
When she finished pouring out her heart, Madame Bourakine consoled her as only a mother can.
"My darling, my poor cute darling, the lot of a mother and that of wife is often an unhappy one. It is only through pain that we learn many things."
"Your husband wasn't thinking of you and he was just as brutal as husbands are when they are first married. He was carried away by his ardor and his impatience without thinking of the young virgin at he was side. He didn't give much thought of how going to win her moral and flesh."
She continued as she stroked her daughter's hair.
"But the suffering moments that young wife must bear are few and happiness soon comes after. If she loves her husband then she will not hesitate to share his life."
She listened carefully to her mothers' words.
"As for me, my child, I don't think your husband will be gone long. He found your resistance and your repulsion a bit too much for his honor. But he will come back, be sure of it. And when he does, be ready to give him his happiness. He will look for it in your arms the same as you shall try to find it in his. While waiting his return, remember that you can always come to me when you need shelter and help. I shall guide you the best I know how."
Madame Bourakine put her daughter's mind at ease when a knock at the door disturbed the intimate session between mother and daughter. A tall, handsome young man, between twenty-five and thirty entered and kissed his mother and Olga. Michel was Olga's brother and he showed surprised at seeing his sister so soon after her marriage.
"Hello mother, good day sister."
He playful kissed her on the neck.
"So you've come to tell mother all about your happiness and tell her a couple of secrets. How is the dear husband?... Why hasn't he come with you?... Oh I see too tired." He winked.
The two women told him what happened and put him au courant.
"Well isn't that something. Why he is out of his head, that foolish Gregory. Why someone should go and fetch him and drag him back by his ears. Abandon his wife forty-eight hours after the marriage to go five hundred miles away. What a crazy idea."
He marched up and down the room and took his position as brother-protector.
"Why... That just isn't done. Do you know what I would do if I were you? I should go where he is and bring him back and if didn't accept I would just sleep there in the same tent with him. He would soon learn that you just don't give up a wife that easily."
Michel was furious. He ardently felt for his sister and was looking for a solution in this most unhappy and uncalculated situation.
"If you wish, I'll drive you there. I'll see the dear general himself. It wouldn't be so bad if I had a few words with him either." He turned his back to his mother and sister and looked out the window.
"My dear general, here is your wife. Undoubtedly you forgot her when you left in such a hurry. I don't suppose you have the intention of treating her like excess baggage. One doesn't marry in order to leave his wife to go to the far corners of the globe two days after one is married. You are no doubt aware of this, my general."
Michel briskly turned around and said to his mother and sister. "That is what I would tell him and I would tell it to him but good."
The two women much wiser than he said nothing but looked at the peevish fellow with much sympathy. Madame Bourakine smiled kindly and patted her son on the cheek.
An idea had germed in his mind and he would see it through. Olga sniffled and cuddled into her mothers' arms like a lonely little cat.
CHAPTER SIX
Ourbik hated Mascha for squealing on him. He was deceived in his hope of one day possessing her. And because of her he had menaced by the countess. He conserved a rancune for the pretty servant and he was itching for the moment he could act. The time for action came.
Ourbik found out that Mascha had an affiliation with a young girl who was employed in the laundry. A strong friendship grew between the two. They were often seen to-ether. As soon as Mascha had some time free she would pass her spare moments with her new friend. They always seemed to be laughing and cooing together. Ourbik counted the days when he would find them together. His aim was to separate them. Since he was barred from having any relations with Mascha, he would treat Anna the way he intended to handle the mistress' prize servant.
One morning he walked into the linen closet and found the young lass, Anna, alone. He ordered the young girl to his pavilion. Anna began to tremble. She was quite aware of Ourbik's games and caprices. Anna told Mascha of this, but Mascha who didn't have a suspicious bone in her body bade the girl to go and waylaid her fears. After all, Anna had never been signaled out by the terrifying Ourbik.
She found herself in the small house. In the middle of the only room of comfortable size she sow Ourbik seated on a divan. It was a large, luxurious divan and one of the rare pieces of furniture in the lonely room. The walls were bare and the sun shone threw the dirty windows.
"Ah, it's you. We have something to settle. Do you realize what you have done to some of my linen? No, of course not. Well, you have broidered the edges of the best kind. And besides some of my linen is missing. Do you know what it costs for such a foolish mishap?" It was true, Anna noticed that there were a few napkins missing from her closet the other day. However she did not think too much about it, and was certain that they would show up sooner or later.
She stuttered in answering.
"I don't... don't... know- anything... about... it... It- It isn't... my... fault."
"Ah, perhaps it's mine. My little chicken, you shall not get out of the punishment you merit. I'm afraid I'll have to whip you for this. Let's begin. Take off your clothes right now and let's get it over with. This is a nasty business and we have to settle it once and for all."
The young girl made several attempts of protestation but was ordered back. She tried to approach the furious fellow by offering tender words of pardon. This didn't work at all.
She decided to obey, but her hands trembled as she stripped down. She had trouble unlacing herself and she was sure he would have none of her stalling. When she only had her underclothing on, she hesitated and begged him out of pity.
"Come on now, take everything off."
The young girl delivered the last piece of wear to the scowling repair man. She stood in front of him, nude and ashamed, red with emotion. She hid her face in her hands.
Anna was a beautiful girl, strong and robust. Her thighs were molded perfectly and they supported two solid hips. She had a wisp of a waist and her neck was long and curvaceous.
Her rosey nipples were a real joy to behold. Ourbik licked his lips at the mere thought of the pretty morsel in front of him.
He was a connoisseur, this strange hairy man. When Anna lifted her arms to hide her face, he noticed the superb armpits with their tuft of brown silky hair.
Ourbik placed his mouth at the armpits and took a bite. Anna drew back surprised and too alarmed to take offence. Ourbik slipped down to the breasts where he placed his mouth over the red tips. He sucked on one and then the other avidly. At the same time his hands palpitated the rounded hips. They were full and hard.
But this wasn't enough for the man who preferred to go all the way. He wanted his senses to be completely satisfied. He held the girl firmly around the waist, while one of his hands crawled up a thigh. He felt the wet nest. Anna trembling all the time was forced to the wall where she was attached to some belts. There she was held immobile waiting her fate.
Ourbik went to a drawer in the middle the hallway and took out a whip.
Anna followed every one his moves. Her eyes were filled with horror. When she saw him come back brandishing a whip, she let out a screech which filled with terror.
"Oh, please don't., don't!" he begged.
Ourbik was closed to any sort of pleading. He lifted his arm flashed the whip upon the shoulders of his astonished victim. She roared with pain.
"You're crying already. Just wait. This is only the beginning."
He continued the lashing and all his blows fell on the back, hips and stomach. The unfortunate lass doubled up in pain. Even some nimble contortions could not save her.
Each time he buckled her with a swishing brutal stroke of the whip she cried "murder".
Anna's golden flesh took on a reddish hue. He must have delivered twenty strokes at least. He wasn't finish ever. Ourbik attacked the legs and particularly the thighs with their tender skin and sensitive muscles. At each bite of the whip, the young servant had convulsions. Her hands squeezed together and she gritted her teeth. Even her screams began to choke in her mouth. Each time Ourbik stopped to rest himself, Anna gamed hope thinking that it was over. But the maddened fellow started up anew.
Vanquished by the sufferance, Anna hurled cries and oaths. Her body wiggled from left to right as she tried to avoid each blow.
Ourbik wouldn't let up. He aimed at the most intimate parts, right between the thighs and on the upper part of the torso. He assailed the sections that were certainly the most sensitive. An excruciating pain shot through Anna and the crippled girl was too bruised to cry out.
Finally Ourbik stepped. He threw the whip away and contemplated his work. With the most horrible infliction of the whip he was able to lash the smooth skin without drawing blood. He was proud of his masterful and sinister job.
But Ourbik hadn't finished with the youngster. Some more torture was waiting for her and surely she had no idea what it could be.
Ourbik took the limp body and dragged it over to a side table. She was stretched over the table with her legs spread apart. Her little rump was pushed in the air. Anna found this new position ridiculous, but she had no say in the matter. The criminal was going to satisfy his desires and it was Anna who was going to be the participating companion.
The girl as firmly attached and her head was lower than her buttocks. Ourbik teased her by walking around her with his peter jutting out of his trousers. She couldn't help gasping at the size of it. It was truly enormous. There was little wonder that Ourbik had such a reputation in the court.
But the big question was what did he have in mind. Surely he wasn't going to attempt to place it in her rear hole. At the realization of what was going to transpire, she hollered until she became blue in the face.
Sure enough he directed his big dong toward the minute little hole. She felt the powerful weapon circle around her cheeks ready to aim and fire. At the touch of the head at the tiny aperture, she almost passed out.
Ourbik pushed and partly succeeded. He tickled her teats with his free hands then with a winding motion he managed to penetrate Anna a little further.
With a couple of solid efforts he was soon in her as he wanted. He bucked up and all at once he exploded his juice inside the hapless laundry girl. She lay limp on the side horse as the liquid escaped from her ass-hole.
Tears flowed from her eyes and bounced on the floor. Ourbik had succeeded with another. Mascha could not be had, but the next best thing was a notable victim for him. Anna despite her tears and terrible cries had satisfied him as well as Mascha could. He made this rationalization to himself.
Ourbik unstrapped the girl and let her fall to the floor. She was in pain and humiliated. He showed no pity for the poor child and with his forefinger pointed to the door. "Leave immediately."
"You can tell your friend, Mascha, that this is only a handful of what she would get if she over falls into my hands."
The young servant could not speak. Her only thought was to leave the pavilion. There was no sense discussing anything with this strange man. The next day, Anna did not speak to her friend, but by some odd coincidence, she fled to Ourbik's house where she made love normally under the best conditions.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A few months later, Olga received a letter. It was not an unexpected letter however.
My dear niece, My nephew, Gregory, has asked me to spend a few days with you during his absence. It will be a pleasure to accept his invitation and I hope to be able to embrace my charming niece very soon. He told me of you and, of course, I am impatient to know you.
Your affectionate aunt Baroness Vera Stanza A few days later, Vera arrived. An intimate relation rapidly formed between the two women, in spite of the difference in ages. They differed a good deal when it came to physical appearances as well. Olga was blond, curvaceous, but still a bit thin. Vera was brunette, full-bodied with the forms that would delight a sculptor.
Aunt Vera was not at the age where one rests hopelessly in lack of love. She was about thirty-five years of age and was in full command of her force. She was the kind of a woman that gives birth to hidden passion.
Vera could see that her niece was lacking instruction and it was high time for her to do something for the grief-stricken girl.
That night she brought up the subject while the two friends were taking tea in Olga's room.
After an exchange of confidences in which Olga told Vera of her unsuccessful adventures with her husband, Vera proposed her pupil to share the same bed with her that night. Innocently and happily, Olga accepted the invitation.
In the large bed where she only knew a night of suffering, Vera held her in her arms and taught her of the voluptuous nights ahead of her.
"Don't you see, my darling, the first hurdle for a young bride is to overcome her timidity. It's that false modesty which she most get rid of. She should know how to seek pleasure and not be too apprehensive about it."
Olga became more assured in the safe arms of her aunt.
"And yet when I am caressing you, they are the same as the ones he is capable of giving you. You should remember that the first fear is always the greatest. 'Look how nicely we are getting on.
Vera placed her buxom around the wasp waist of Olga and then her mouth touched Olga's Soon their tongues entwined in hot lust. Their embraces were feverish and Vera's hands ran up and down Olga's modeled hips.
Leaving Olga's mouth, Vera ran her lips over the teats and nipped at the rosey buttons. Olga was knowing the joys of love before she could catch her second breath.
"Is it good?" Vera asked."
"Oh, yes... yes." This was the happy response.
"Then what is to prevent you from doing the came to me?"
For the first time in her life Olga took the initiative. She sucked away at Vera's breasts and then chewed on her tongue. Not only Vera, but Olga was delighted as well, he two women were finding a great comfort in each other.
After having sucked on the young lady's' delicious lips, Vera began to embrace the swan-like neck, the supple shoulders, the hollow in the throat. She lowered her head and concentrated on the breasts: She attained the red buttons and her two front teeth gnawed within.
"Oh, that's good... real good... Do it again... please."
Vera continued the sweet suction that made her companion shiver with delight.
"Now draw your legs apart."
Olga obeyed. Vera opened her little box entrance with one finger while her thumb tickled the clitoris. She felt the soft, warm lips and the rush of liquid. The whole area was slightly swollen and vibrant. The clitoris stood erect Then the skillful Vera placed her middle finger in the insertion which invited her there. Another finger was put in and finally another throbbed around in the warm, silky entrance.
Olga let out a sigh, and then a generous love moan that sang in the air.
"Does that hurt you?" The baroness questioned the young wife.
"Oh, no. Far from it. It is making me gay and I feel like I never felt before."
"Then let me do everything for the moment. Give me your lips, your tongue and don't move.."
The able professor began to execute all the movements in her repertoire. She exercised an extraordinary precise coming and going motion that titillated the clitoris. Then she frictioned the more sensitive areas while another finger made an unusual fine rotation discovery in the more pronounced mucous region..
"Ah, you're making me lose my head!" stammered the countess in the ardent moments of her desire.
Her entire body shook with pleasure; her thighs gripped in muscular contraction. She enlaced Vera to her with her nude svelte arms and squeezed the baroness convulsively.
Another time the clitoris was pressed in by an insisting finger that buried itself deeper and deeper. The vaginal canal dilated with the utmost of sensations. Olga who was on the point of a climax began to twist and cry out.
"Ah, that's enough. I am going to die... It's too much. Ah, Ahhhhh."
She fell back on the pillow, broken by the excess of sensations and passion. Shortly she was pleasantly drowsy and she fell asleep in a delicious torpor.
When she woke in the morning, she found herself once more in Vera's arms. The baroness smiled tenderly.. She threw herself on the handsome shoulders of the astute woman and kissed her everywhere in recognition of the wonderful hour spent the night before.
The baroness returned to her work. The night before a practical lesson was performed. Now she was after something else, something new and essential to the growth of the young person. The important thing was that the young countess should wake up to all the ardent displays of love. She must take a reflective, sensual attitude as to what happening of her.
Olga listened to the great woman as though she were some prophet. The words were clear, well-phrased and somehow had a mysterious attraction. She told Olga about the various members of the body and their functions. Of course, she hinted at the more delicate sexual parts.
Vera was an excellent professor and when she was finished Olga certainly had gained a great deal.
That afternoon the countess went to her stables to prepare the best horses for the habitual drive by carriage in the park. Olga didn't want Vera to accompany her that day, for she wanted to be alone and thus feigned a migraine.
She had to be alone after the momentous experience she endured. A thousand thoughts popped into her head and new sensations filled her body.
She found a quiet corner in the park and sank to the grass where she taught and thought. Fox more than an hour she was absorbed by reflections and contemplations. And it is only fair to say that she gave in to her caprices and fingering herself all over she engaged in self-love to its very intimate degree.
As she climbed the stairs to her apartment she thought she heard someone coming into the salon below. The count had a habit of inviting his many friends and permitting them a free-house. She thought she heard Mascha's voice first of all, but then there was a masculine voice which drowned out everything.
She decided to go below and see what was happening. Instead of going directly to the salon she stood at the entrance to an alcove permitting her to draw aside the curtain and see everything that was going on in the great room.
She confirmed her hearing of before. It was Mascha and she was in the salon with Boris, her husband. He was constantly feeling up Mascha and provoking her, but the young lady refused to listen to him and uttered many protestations.
"It would be very fine here," Boris suggested.
He pointed to the ottoman and gave Mascha a lewd wink.
"No. If someone were to come and if they saw us?"
"But no one will some. Besides we can hear if someone comes. Oh, Mascha if you only knew how much I want you." He demonstrated his ardor by planting kisses all over the girl. One behind the neck and another behind the ear.
"Ah look what I found!" He placed his hand on the two lumps of flesh that protruded from he chest.
Mascha made very little attempt to defend herself and she no longer refused the lips of her Boris. Boris took the occasion and its advantage and drew her close to him.
He brought her to the divan and through coaxing and skill he allowed the young lady to all delicately on the couch.
"Hurry up, you terrible animal. It's only for you I am doing this. Have your pleasure, go!
Boris didn't have to be told twice. He pushed her back on the long pillow and knelt in front of her powerful thighs. He raised her skirt. At the same time he unbuttoned his trousers.
The countess glued herself to her post and she did not lose one second's action. Her eyes followed the scene avidly. For the first time she was able to contemplate the action of the male organ. She remembered that a like instrument had robbed her of her virginity.
The young man spread out like an eagle entered his big cock into the awaiting pussy. Mascha groaned and murmured as she placed her arms around the man's neck.
"Oh, darling. It's so, so delicious."
Olga would have liked to follow the procedure from a more preferable spot. The place where she chose to look in on the scene did not permit her all the advantages of good looking.
She could only see the rump of the eager Russian and its method of going up and down. Olga was able to see the white thighs of the hidden Mascha and their tightened grip around the man's hips.
But she was able to her the succulent sound of many kisses as well as the heavy breathing of the two. She could see the young woman slowly melt in the throes of voluptuous gaiety. From her lips came a chant.
"Go to it, my love... again... and-- again."
Soon the couple as applying more force. Boris's hips were more active. Then suddenly they both trembled as though a thunderbolt had passed through heir bodies. It lasted for a few seconds and then the two fell inert on the divan. Mascha uttered in a dying voice.
"Oh, it's coming... and coming."
Olga understood and she moved away from the glass window as the couple concealed their open love with a strong kiss. Mascha and Boris left the salon a few minutes later. When Olga entered she could smell the strange odor which caught in her nostrils and made her heart beat quicker. Once more she was dizzy with a new desire.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Under the skillful direction of the well-informed Vera, the countess had become the softest and sweetest of all the students she had ever taught. She was a prize pupil in the art of love-making.
She was no longer the fearful, candid Olga who we described in the beginning of our story and who was very exasperating to our good friend the count.
If Gregory had been to assist at the private lessons of the baroness, perhaps he would have seen the splendid progress his wife was making. He probably could not have held back and he would have proposed to take over. And this would have probably taken place at the wrong moment.
No, it was better that the general was away. This particular problem needed a woman's touch. It wasn't only the ABC of love that she instilled in her pupil, those pale notions of charnel satisfactions, but the great caresses which lead to conjugal happiness were part of her curricula.
Vera tried everything and succeeded in everything. She was quite happy with her pupil. Vera was throbbing with happiness herself. What she had given out was in some measure given back and everyone was exceedingly happy. Olga passed with flying colors.
Every day, Vera introduced a new way of finding a hidden pleasure. She constantly indoctrinated Olga into the realm of new sensations and unedited spasms.
Olga breathed heavily in the arms of her tutor, but she never missed a word or sigh. Her mind was filled with many visions which aspired to realize new and stronger voluptuous acts.
When Vera was satisfied that Olga had made sufficient progress and was well trained in most of the sexual performances leading to the great passages of mad delight, she prepared the young wife for the Voyage to Lesbos. It was her aim and principal realization and that night was the night of the initiation.
We don't have to draw the point to where it may sound boring, but the baroness was a queen of pleasure. Her subtleties and nuances were the master touches of a real virtuoso.
Kneeling in front of the countess, who was in her favorite position with her legs leisurely spread apart, Vera tongue at the delicate hairy region which swelled like a plum. Her tongue pecked at the ripe fruit and from the other end of the couch a cheery moan raptured in the air. The mouth spread over the juicy fruit and the tongue work itself into the folds of flesh and sticky substances. A mixture of perfume, come and slink filled the hot nostrils of the ardent baroness.
The tongue sought deeper and deeper. Olga felt that it was leaving Vera's mouth to take a long trip into her interior. She could not and would not understand the joy that was being delivered her. She reeled and contorted under this new highly agreeable sensation. Olga bellowed with pleasure and it was understandable. Vera was sticking her nails into the rump and one of her middle fingers plugged up the ass-hole of the happy countess.
Both ladies were breathing hard, particularly Olga. Vera's tongue would not let up. It kept up its steady pace and darted in and out. The final crises was fast approaching.
Suddenly a warm flow of liquid sprang from the dilating regions of the delirious Olga and spread over the mouth of the sensual partner.
"Ah. Ahhhh. I am dying. I am melting away... enough... enough... You are killing me... stopppp."
Vera got up and contemplated her companion with an air of triumph who was lying there throbbing with joy and on the verge of passing out Then she glued her mouth against that of h"f nieces and uttered soft words.
"Are you happy now. Tell me?"
"Oh, it's too much. I thought I would die."' "My dear, now it is your turn to apply your skills. I am prepared for your warm kisses."
"But I don't know how." stuttered Olga.
"You will know how. I'll show you. It is very easy. You shall soon know how to do it as well as myself."
"Oh, no. I don't think I would ever be able."
"Don't be silly. What is there to worry about?"
"It is just as good to give happiness as it is to receive it. Come I'll show you."
Olga, whose desires were beginning to reappear, was easily convinced. She decided to make the experience and she in turn placed her head between the well-rounded thighs of the gracious professor. With her two hands she pushed away the hair and kisses the reddened area which throbbed with impatience.
The countess timidly kissed around the sacred area. At first her caresses were indecisive and inexperienced. But Vera did not let her down and in a few minutes a crescendo of kisses tingled up and down the beauteous thighs. Olga was leading Vera to the walks of ecstasy.
"Lick me well. Put your tongue in a bit farther. More than that. That's it... Now suck away... Ah, that's it. I'm coming-Ahhhh."
The baroness had just taken leave of her senses and rolled over in her great aftermath of pleasure. She had just reaped the returns of her lesson, the lesson she called Voyage into Lesbos.
Olga could not let up. During four or five nights she insisted upon orgy after orgy. The two women rolled together in furious delight as they stood glued to each other enlaced and lovingly.
So many times had they reached their climax together that the room shook with their cries and the sheets had to be changed more than once during the night.
The baroness informed Olga that it was impossible for her to remain any longer and she had to return to Paris. It was a question of business and she had a considerable amount at stake. She had no choice, although she would have loved to stay. Suddenly Olga found herself all alone.
She had no way of dealing with this sudden solitude. Where were the habitual walks with her friend and their numerous hours spent together arm in arm? Where were the gibes and gay stories of Paris? Where were the philosophy and many words that thrilled her heart?
Vera's absence left a hollow spot in Olga's heart and for many days she was lost without her. Those caresses bestowed with the greatest of art were what she missed the most. She was thirsty for those nights of passionate love. Her body was still aflame with the remembrance of those moments.
A few days after the departure of Vera, Olga found a letter placed in a book. She unfolded the letter and read it carefully.
My dear aunt, I have just married a blond girl who is pretty but foolish. I don't think I shall be able to obtain anything from her and I don't want to go through the pains of educating her. Try and do your best. Down deep, I don't give a damn.
Your affectionate nephew, Stenoff.
A letter like this was actually sent off to Vera.
Well he was right, thought Olga. She was truly capable in showing me many things. Only it took an exceptional pupil to catch on to the many things that love concerns.. Thoughts bubbled in her head. She prepared a speech.
"Ah, monsieur, my husband. You find your wife foolish. I learned this from the baroness. I hope you will change your opinion shortly. I shall show you that I am not as simple and foolish as you think I am. My education has been accomplished, now. And you shall care after all. It will be me who shall not give a damn."
Her pride had been wounded by this off-hand letter of her cavalier husband. He liked his ideas and she was going to enjoy her own. She had only one desire and that was to satisfy her most cherish desires which were recently born. After all, her husband wasn't really to blame. She herself provoked that letter and it was up to her to make him tear it up into a thousand pieces. She would, after all, ask his pardon.
Now, it would be necessary to leave and to find him.
Olga went to see her brother. She remembered his words and the advice he gave her. He was laughing at the time but he meant every word.
"Are you still ready to help me find my husband?" she asked him.
"Certainly. I am at your disposition and ask nothing better than to help my sister."
"I want to leave the quickest possible. Tomorrow would suit me fine."
"Tomorrow? That's a little early. Are you sure? You're not doing this a bit too hastily? Remember the voyage is not an easy one. We will have to go through several savage regions and you won't have any comfort at all in those awful trains."
"I don't care one iota. I am going to leave right away. I've made up my mind."
"I can see that. But before we go, mightn't it be better to inform one of the general's guard that we are coming. He will be able to receive some comfortable arrangements for us. He'll even tell the count in time for him to... "
"No, no, no. I don't want the count to know that I am coming. Just write to your friend that we are coming. I'll take care of the rest."
"Well if that is the way you want it, I can't ask better. But I can't go before eight days. You know there are many things that I have to take care of before leaving."
"That's just like you. I can't really count on you to ever be on time."
Eight days later, Olga and Michel took the train for four days and then for four more days crossed the wilds of the Caucasian plain.
CHAPTER NINE
It is lucky for our friends that providence looked after them. How lucky it is that the heavenly bodies guided them safely to their goal.
After the sixth day, Michel and Olga came to the village of Tifflis where they rested awhile after the fatiguing trip. They didn't anticipate such a troublesome voyage.
In the small town they were cordially invited to stay in the house of Godonoff. His house was like the others in the village highlighted by a high square tower. The Family Godonoff, made up of his wife and daughter, were curious about the voyagers. Olga and Michel asked nothing but a chance to have some rest. Two mattresses were spread out in a separate room and the two tired young people lay down to repose their aching bones.
When they awoke, the family Godonoff invited them into the dining hall to feast with them. There was buttered corn, turnips, roasted lamb with dumplings, and a harsh wine. Needless to say that the brother and sister who were used to much better food, nevertheless licked their platters clean. More food was brought in and they made the best of it.
The father Godonoff during the meal pushed his elbow into the ribs of Michel and winked.
"Douchka, my daughter will share your bed tonight. We are short on beds since we rarely have any visitors."
Hearing this proposition, Michel almost burst out laughing. Even Olga had to keep back from chuckling by biting her lower lip.
Douchka was a lovely creature who was well made from every point of view. She was a bit on the chubby side and Michel decided to tease her.
"She's too fat for me."
But her face was pleasant to look at. No one could deny this. She was a mixture of Caucasian and Georgian blood. Michel became used to her from the start. It would not be so terrible to sleep in the same bed with her. And besides, it would be better not to insult his host.
As for Douchka, she didn't seem in the least bit perturbed by the proposition. Olga teased her brother by telling him that he was indeed a very lucky fellow to get such a healthy girl.
"Aren't you lucky, my brother. Look at the fine young lass you shall have."
He whispered in his sister's ear indiscreetly.
"Ouf, this is going to be some job. I knew that they were a little Scotch in the way they did things. If I would have known what they had in mind, I would have found a couple that didn't have a daughter."
"Then you would have been offered his wife. You know how these peasants are."
"Maybe you're right. I think I like the girl well enough, but I'm afraid of what she is expecting."
"Oh don't worry about it."
Olga looked at her brother and was pleased to see him so concerned over a trifle. It proved that he had a good heart and was a sincere young man.
"Come on now, Michel, a little courage. It is not all that bad you know?"
When Michel found himself in the same bed as Douchka, he started things off by turning his back and pretending to sleep.
But Douchka wouldn't let him pretend in his silly game. She slipped her hand and grabbed his balls. He let out a short grunt and swore. He turned around to have a few words with her and he found that he had a breast in his mouth.
Instead of the gelatinous mass of flesh he thought he might find, Michel was surprised to feel a very firm upright breast. He nipped at the red ends and he found them vibrant and stiff and they were the size of giant strawberries. He sucked on them diligently. She appeared to enjoy this. And she squeezed his head to her.
"Now the other one. I like it."
Michel didn't think it was going to go far, but he was surprised at the aggressive spirit of the young girl. Douchka was manipulating the nuts of the over-heated Michel with extreme skill. Slowly the latent desires in this serious young man were awaken and slowly succumbed to the peasant charms of the teenager. He felt his sex grow stiff and wiggle close to her thigh. Oh how the desire crept to his head and tingled in his twenty-five year old body. He returned the caresses of his young bed partner.
When his hand wandered down to the crotch, he was extremely surprised to find that the stomach was completely denuded of hair. Her sexual bounds were barren as the dessert.
This finding was so appealing to Michel that he would have like to explore a little more. Counting on his explorative fingers, Douchka spread open her legs a little more and gave in willingly.
She took the active roll and forced his head to hers. A warm tongue tricked down his throat and he felt his cock grow thicker and harder. The grand dick was at the portal of joy and when Douchka's tongue wiggled in and out, the prick struck home and the two were in the throes of making love. Michel's hips worked overtime on the big girl. She in turn squeezed her buxom ass and tightened her thighs. Her movements were adept and she was certainly one of the better screwers in the region.
To tell the truth, Michel didn't think he was going to find such a comfort in being with the very hot-Wooded Douchka. She had a way of opening and closing her ass that delighted him. He made her react, but he wasn't sure that she was just the kind he knew more about love than he did. The way she kissed and the manner in which she felt a man's body was almost too good to be true.
Michel almost had the idea to take her with him. He had never been fucked like this before. She felt every bit of rhythmic charge and her cunt squeezed on the member that was having such a fine time entering in and out.
She was big but she was an expert in the use of her muscular contractions. He pressed the two mammals in his large hands and was extremely happy to find them as hard and wonderful touch as before. Michel began to suck them frenetically. If his sister were to see him, what would she think. He could have answered to this. He would not have given one hoot or damn.
Douchka was a heavy tiger and she purred away as though she were being stuck by a lien's stick. Other times she would coo like a pigeon.
"Oh, your pinching me... Go in farther... Be good to me."
She stimulated him by her words. He could not explain why, but they were words that goaded him on.
Toward the middle of the night, Michel he finally managed to get a wink of sleep woke up. Douchka was sleeping with her back turned to the young man. He placed his caressing hands on the rounded rumps. He enjoyed their warmth, while his dick stood up and pointed toward the snail crack between the cheeks of the ass.
He brought the young lass toward his throbbing huge penis and inserted the head of it in her tight crack. She screeched with joy and instead of backing away she pushed back into him.
Now Michel had a good-sized weapon and this gave him a start. To feel the girl prepared to take a swelling dick in the ass so casually troubled him. He lost his nerve and tried to back away. Douchka brought her hand around and played with his nuts and then tickled his staff back to normal.
Once again he became stiff. His fever spurred him on and bent toward her.
"She is really extraordinary!" he said almost aloud. He was taken with her oriental charm. I have never tasted this type of pleasure and I shall be enchanted to know what it is like.
"Wait. I am going to wet it."
Michel saw her wet fingers and then rubbed the wet fingers sticky with come all over his dong. Then she placed her finger in her rear-hole and pushed in and out enough to give the spot lubrication.
"Go on in. It is all prepared."
He began to push in vigorously and give sound proof of his virility to this little bitch of sixteen. He succeeded in penetrating her and he exaggerated his conquest.
"That time I was able to get in."
His member slipped in and out with amazing regularity. The mass burned her insides but she only billed and cooed. Douchka spread her cheeks apart with her two hands to make the entrance a little more easy. Michel's mouth promenaded around the shoulders and he licked the velvety skin of the buxom lass.
His hands twittered on the tough little nipples of the girls breasts. He felt he? warm flesh and her heavy breathing and he licked her back as though it were a delicious plate.
Soon a thunder of joy took the two by surprise. It was a special outburst and the both sang in chorus to the tune of their pleasure. The humped convulsively in an attempt to throw off their ardent love liquid. Douchka jumped with joy at the touch of the hot sperm.
When Michel regained his clearness and sobriety, he heard the tiny laugh of Olga who was mocking him once more. He didn't know whether he was dreaming or not. Douchka was sloping soundly and she gave proof of this by her constant snoring.
CHAPTER TEN
Olga and Michel thanked their host and his fair sex companions and started off on their way to continue their voyage.
As they were leaving the village questioned were asked.
Did you sleep well, youngster?" The countess asked her brother.
"Why do you ask that?"
For no reason. It seems as though you were a bit agitated and restless. You, who said, I'll get a good night's sleep in spite of that mass of weight in bed. I thought I heard several times some moans that upset me. She wasn't ill was she? I also noticed that you nerved a great dead in your bed, unless it was your bed partner. She was also moving and thrashing around a good deal."
Olga could hold back no longer and she broke out in a husky laughter.
"Well anyway, you didn't bore yourself last night and that's the main thing. Even though you two were breathing like rock seals, I didn't mind. All in all, did you enjoy yourselves?"
"If you want to know the truth, I am more than just happy. That girl is tremendous. I can't give you all the details, but what a girl. I shall never regret the night I had last night. The journey was worth that alone. I should like to have some souvenirs like that. What enthusiasm she displayed."
"Bravo, brother. Perhaps you can have her again on the way back." Olga brought her brother's hope up again.
The voyage came to end and the two found themselves in the region of X... It would be necessary for the countess to sleep in Madame Schwartz's home. In this odd country, women were brought together by women in order to protect them. The men were so wild that it didn't matter whether the woman was married or not but she was open for abuse.
Mama Schwartz protected the girls. It was a cardinal rule that all women living in the area to be under her wing. When the girls wanted fun, or if the men in the area wanted girls, they would call up Mrs. Schwartz and she would send out a few girls. Enough to protect themselves, the girls were supposed to come back at a certain hour.
"Olga, how will you get away from Madame Schwartz? She is so powerful in the region."
"Never mind that. I spoke to the lieutenant. He has promised me that the officers will make a dinner and invite many of the girls from Schwartz to come. I shall be among them. I shall disguise myself and no one will be able to know that the countess is here. I have paid the lieutenant 100 rubles to keep our secret. He was enchanted to do so."
So Olga lived at Schwartz in a little room waiting for the moment when she would regain her husbands' lost affections. After two or three days, she became nervous and irritable. She wondered what the lieutenant had in mind. As she paced back and forth in her room, she came to the window and in the distance she noticed two young girls sitting on a bench. She opened the window so as to get a better view and possibly hear the conversation between the two. Olga had become very curious recently.
One of the girls was big and blond, while the other was the contrary, small and brunette. This kind of contrast is often seen in Slavic countries and there is no reason for it other than like attracts the unalike.
Olga heard the youngest, who was the blond, say.
"Then it's really true. We shall each have four rubles."
"Yes, that is what they are going to give us. You'll see. Ah, look now."
The girls looked up and saw an oldish looking man, perhaps about sixty. He was dressed in rich clothing and he was certainly one of the dressed merchants of the village. He was chubby and his face was red and corpulent. His head was almost bald and the little hair he had was cut short by a razor. His lips were thick and he had a long bent nose.. His eyes were small sockets. His eye-lashes were thick and bushy.
The blond girl rose and ran toward the man. She kissed him on the cheek.
"Ah, it's you Mina. And who is your friend here. I have never seen her before."
"My name is Marpha," the brunette spoke up.
"Excellent, excellent. Then you would like to meet old Pipoff. You now, I'm in a hurry today, so I don't have much time.. Hurry up, what are you waiting for. Get undressed."
The two girls obeyed and he, also, stripped down leaving his clothes on the ground.
When, everyone was stripped down, the old man Pipoff sat on the bench and the two girls came up to his side. Mina was fattish, but she was buxom in the right places. Marpha was thin and had the form of a very young girl. Their bodies matched each others marvelously well.
The merchant Pipoff began to caress the two lovelies. He examined them and nodded his approval. He played with the four breasts to find out the most sensitive ones.
"Let's see. First of all, we are going to make Mina come. Yes, I think that's what we'll do." He had the air of a man who knows how to make decisions.
"You Mapa, or Marpha, you are going to suck her little mound."
Marpha was on the blond before anyone had a chance to contradict her. She placed her mouth directly over the warm pussy, while Pipoff played around with the pointed teats.
Mina began to sigh and twist and then all at once she tightened up and grew rigid as a statue.
"Ah, the little tike has come already. She likes it so much."
Pipoff his dick lay limp all the while went to his trousers and brought out a little box. He reached in and brought out several pins. With these little instruments de began to pick at Mina's breasts. Mina let out a few howls and wanted to defend herself. But Pipoff should his strength despite his age and he grabbed both of her wrists in his one huge hand. He kept up his picking and even pin-pricked around the belly. The girl was feeling pain on one hand and on the other she was feeling the joy of a skilful hungry mouth planted in the region of her sex. The sequence continued right up to the time Mina cried with her climax). She writhed in a peculiar state of emotions and dropped to the ground.
"Now it's Marpi, or Maipha's turn. Well, I'll try something new here."
Pipoff crawled to the young sex of the sheepish, wholesome Marpha and stuck one finger in her vagina and another up her rectum. While Pipoff's fingers were moving with extraordinary rapidity, Mina was asked to get the pins and stick them in Marpha's ass.
In spite of this strange defurlment of bizarre acts, old man Pipoff did not manage to get stimulated in the least.
He brought out a whip which he had concealed in his vest. He pulled the two girls together and in no time at all ha was able to tie their wrists so that they stood helplessly attached to one another.
Down came his whip and wouldn't let up when Mina pleaded with him. Marpha sobbed and she was complaining about the apparent pain endured.
"Oh, you awful bitch. This is worth more than four rubles. You didn't tell me he would go so heavy on us."
"Ouch, it is as much a surprise to me as it is to you. Ohhh... it hurts."
He tumbled the girls to the ground with some furious blows and then mode them stand once more by ordering them with his sharp tongue.
"Get up, you little whores, before I beat you within an inch of your lives. So you don't like it for four rubles, maybe you'll get nothing. Come on now, twist it off and suffer a bit so I can enjoy myself."
The whip had left its traces already. The girls' rumps were covered with red bright streaks and they both bled a little. Blood trickled down their thighs.
When the girls cried they had had enough, Pipoff showed his generosity, by throwing away the whip and gathering them up and kissing their wounds. The girls were taken by surprise and they both became terrifically passionate. Mina began to suck the rod that was growing stiff and Marpha sucked on his ear. Mr. Pipoff was sent off his feet by the passionate abuse of the young maidens.
Marpha freed herself and raced after the whip that was lying not too far away. She reined blows on the unfortunate couple. Some of her lashes bounced off of Pipoff's bald head. Mina continued to suck away, heedless of the many blows.
Suddenly Pipoff caught Marpha by the ankle and dragged her down. He placed his head at her pussy and his tongue worked into the red orifice. When he had the girl pinned to the ground, he cried out to Mina.
"Get the whip, girl and let us have it. It's your turn to have some fun."
And why not the girl decided. She ought to try as much as they had. She took the whip from Marpha's hand. It was easily relinquished for Marta, or Marpha was in the quick throes of ecstasy.
The robust girl really wielded a mean whip. She was much stronger than the others and she let fly some resounding strokes. The two bodies were extremely irritated by the severe punishment. Blood started to trickle, but Mina didn't care. She caught on to the odd contagion.
Every time the whip crashed down, Mr. Pipoff's prick went further into Marpha's gorge. The whip delighted the two in spite of their intense pain. Mina threw up the whip and came down to suck the rear of the wiggling Marpha.
"I'm not going to leave this place without sodomizing one of you girls."
So he went into action. He placed his stiff cock at the arse-hole of the big blond and pushed and pulled. He managed to enter without too much difficulty. Mina let out a gruesome cry of pain, but it turned into a pleasant grown.
Soon there was a squeal of "Ahs and Ohs". Everyone was in the act and harmonizing.
Marpha had not had the anal contact with Mr. Pipoff's member and she desired this.
"Well then wet it girl, wet it. I'm in a hurry. Can't you understand I'm a busy man."
Mina gave the girl a chance to get her wind and she licked her friends ass preparing it for the thick cock that would soon be there.
Pipoff had not come as yet, even thought he thought he had. He was surprised to see his dong stand out in front of him.
"This is an extremely good day for me. I just hope it goes this way throughout the rest of the afternoon."
Pipoff aimed his dick at the hole and soon he was forcing it in the very small aperture.
"How about the whip, Mina? You're the best with it, girl. So don't let up."
The girl didn't have to be told twice, and she seemed to take a particular relish in brandishing wand. She let loose a dozen solid cracks and they fell smack on the sensitive regions of the two participants. One hit on Mr. Pipoff's rear and be bounced into the ass-hole two inches or so deeper. Another cracked off the back of the moaning Marpha.
"Oh, I'm just getting started Mr. Pipoff, can't you stay for awhile. It's so good you can count my share down to two rubles. Let's go at it for the rest of the afternoon."
Mr. Pipoff didn't have the time or the inclination to answer. He fingered the teats of the penetrated girl who was bucking away as though she had been stung by a bee. Where as so much heavy breathing that the air was warm for a few yards around. The two groundlings sped up their action and were almost on the point of coming.
"This time, I want to make it for good." cried Mr. Pipoff.
He struggled away and pushed and pulled and huffed and puffed. He got redder and redder and it seemed as though he were going to burst a valve.
All at once, Marpha let out a howl that must have carried for a good distance. Even Olga at the window put her hands to her ears. This started a chained reaction. Mina fell to the ground and started to bite Mr. Pipoff's ass.
"Ah, that's good. Where did you learn that. Five rubles girl, five I tell you. Keep it up and don't stop. That's good. Ahhhh... I feel it coming on... There... it... isssss, Ahhhh... gooooddd."
His enormous cylinder kept going in and out of the broken Marpha who lay inert on the grass. Mr. Pipoff was shaking off his last drop. Meanwhile, Mina was sucking away at the nuts and lapping up all the sperm in sight.
Suddenly Mr. Pipoff jumped on Mina and took her from behind.
"I'll still be able to get you before it grows soft I'll have both of you from behind in one day. Not bad for someone who is going on sixty: Wait until you're my age, you'll see what I mean."
But instead of growing soft, Pipoff grew harder and stronger. He pumped in and out with an abnormal strength. He squeezed the girls' great bosoms.
"It's those damn pills. I should have never of taken an over dose of them. They're too strong but they do the trick. I'm going to go deep within you lassie, so don't give up hope.
"Oh, Mr. Pipoff, you're remarkable. Please don't quit me too soon."
They churned away like two locomotives. They breathed like two full bellows of air. Grinding and puffing they felt their juice mount to their sex.
"Once more. Here it comes. I can feel it. Yesss... It'ssss herrree... Mr. Pipoff hurled his delight.
Marpha came back to life on hearing the husky cries of the elderly man.
He fell in a heap breaking away from the angry Mina who had not had her turn as yet. She lunged on him and started to suck his limp cock.
I'm no good girl. I've shot my wad. Get Marge, or whatever her name is. Let her suck you off good and proper.. You can't count on the old man anymore. He's had it but good and he thanks you for it."
As Olga watched the young girls bounce around and mutually bestow delights on one another, she flung away the curtain in disgust. But as she was walking away, she grinned and said to herself.
"Come, come. Let's not be so hypocritical. The count would never approve of it either."
She started to laugh as she skipped down the stairs in her white-rose dress.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The countess left her observation post throbbing with multiple sensual satisfactions. The horrible scenes which she had just witnessed, the aberrations of which she had just encountered, caused a certain stupefaction which she could not explain.
She was seized by a nervous trembling. Her legs felt weak and she was forced to fan herself on the canape where she tried to calm herself by closing her eyes. Eyes that had seen too much. Eyes that had abused her throughout a terrible curiosity. Olga was breathing heavily still and hot puffs of breath blew from her gorgeous mouth.
The poor lady's brain was feverish with many thoughts and a light chill crept up and down her backbone. She kept seeing the same characters in this play of life as though it had been a nightmare. She saw them deliver themselves to the frightening assaults of the whip, the tortures inflicted upon them by the nasty little Pipoff. She tried to imagine herself in such a "fix" (as she put it) and was unable to reconcile herself with such a demoniac orgy. Indeed Olga had witnessed the strange and fantastic in erotic display. The most troubling part of it all was that she had liked slit. It is true that she was taken aback at first. She had even wanted to withdraw from the horror of it all. But the question she posed herself was why hadn't she withdrawn, safely, saintly and in dignity. All her life she had felt a quivering of delight at the thought of mistreating someone. She had enacted a role somehow in this sexual farce. What was she to do with this mysterious aspect of the new-found Olga.
Slowly she was able to calm herself. Her nerves had reached such a high pitch of distress that she was forced to take a few calming pills. After a few minutes she had already recovered and was her normal self. But she could not disguise the constant surge of desires that seemed to afflict her with a peculiar fever. The fact was, Olga was still burning with passion. She had wanted to participate and held back out of decency, out of education.
And thus we have seen our heroine twist and buck in the husky arms of our count the day she delivered her loveliness to her husband.
And the great general sent away his guests and his wife, dear Olga, lay in the bed nude and trembling.
It is needless to add that they spent a night of sensual delight and voluptuous behavior which were worthy of the best in royalty. They absorbed the best of each other. They tried everything. Whatever you may be able to imagine, respected reader, they tried and even more.
They wound up by sleeping in each others arms which is the best tendency for man and wife to demonstrate their mutual love interest and the true way to bind the eternal desire of a loving couple. They were extremely tired over their delicious night of love making.
A kiss awoke the countess. Gregory was the first to rise and he placed his lips against Olga's.
The young wife opened her eyes and felt the soft tinglings of reborn desires. They remained in one another's arms for awhile sensing their warmth and passion which once again rekindled in their fine bodies.
She returned his kisses and for many minutes they glued their mouths together in perfect harmony. Their tongues entwined and struck at one another sucking the saliva and fomenting the sensations that crept into their lobs.
Then the count let his lips slip down to the neck and shoulders of his good wife. His strong hand fondled the taut back and one of his thighs hurdled over the strong rounded hip of the countess. When his mouth reached the teats he became sweet and tender and many kisses were planted our the nipples.. Then the count absorbed the little red tips with his hungry mouth. After sucking in the joy the red strawberries, he looked into his wife's eyes.
"Oh, how I could eat you up everywhere." He said this and she believe it.
He began to bite at her hips and stomach. His mouth snipped at her blond fleece in her personal sector. He drank in the perfume and it almost made drunk with passion. There were a mixture of animal smells that he enjoyed and lavished and this spurred him on to greater activities.
He plunged his head between the shapely thighs and his lips met another pair of lips, warmer and more succulent. Piously he opened the lips and timidly he sank in the tip of his long tongue. His tongue snaked in and out of the folds. Joyously he tasted every nook and cranny of the pulsating vagina.
These caresses made the countess think of the many nights she spent with the baroness. How she loved posing her mouth were she could excite someone else as well as herself. The count's mustache gave her an added thrill. It was better then the caresses of the baroness. She felt his ardent desire in every lick.
She trembled and moaned like a kitten in love. A few seconds later she abandoned herself to the delicious sensations of love. Sensations which became more and more burning and nuanced.
The countess noticed the long, thick penis flip up and down under her nose. She saw the rigidity of her husband's desire. She took the red in her hand pressed it with her extraordinary sweetness. Then she gave it a timid kiss. The sex became stiffer, more ardent. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and she licked the side of the throbbing sex.
Olga placed the cock in her mouth and her tongue revolved around the head. Suddenly the count started to move in a to and fro side to side movement. Olga hesitated for a second or so. She had a moment of repulsion enter into her head, but when she was once again properly caressed she continued her skillful lapping.
She remembered her lessons and they all were rehearsed well. This was the real test. She was there with her beloved husband, and this gallant warrior was feeling her hole, her teats, her ass-hole. All this made her more frenetic and she demonstrated her desire by licking the dart all the more ardently.. At one moment she thought she would choke, the great prick entered the throat with surprising rapidity. The piston action of the count lubricated the young girl's vaginal hole.
All of a sudden there was a great well inside her, as though a purge were cleaning her out. She was coming all at once with everything she had. She shook with a terrible release of all her emotions. At the same time the count exploded his load of sperm. His cock swelled and throbbed like a hose which is ready to spurt. Olga never dreamed anything could be like this. She was in the throes of the final summation of their very private act.
Her mouth was filled with the salty foamy sperm. The liquid burned her mouth but sent a new multiplication of sensations running through her body.
Gregory pushed her head deep into the pillow as he unloosened his last spurt of discharge. Just as soon as Olga relieved herself but swallowing the juice, she glued her wet mouth to that of Gregory's. Her tongue which was prickling with the sperm was placed deep within his cavern. It was the count's turn to taste his own ejaculation efforts. Olga drew back tenderly and said.
"And now, my darling Gregorishka, you must also try and swallow what you can." She pushed his head down beneath her thighs.
CHAPTER TWELVE
All the underlings of the general came to the grand soiree to which they had been invited the day before. Olga accorded the invitations.
The officers complimented the young wife on her finesse and extreme consideration of lonely officers. They all felt secure with her poise and beauty and her courage. After all, a like voyage was a mark of extreme bravery for anyone let alone a woman.
The countess smiled widely and happily at the several high ranking officers present. She had an agreeable word for everyone, and she should her modesty by hiding her coquetry underneath her oriental fan.
"Shall we have the pleasure of conserving you for awhile dear lady." A colonel offered.
"I can't say as yet.. It all depends on the count."
The count joined the colonel and his wife and told them that everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely thanks to his gracious little woman.
It all started at dinner time when little by little everyone perked up and there was a general brouhaha.. Conversation and wine flowed abundantly.
One of the officers proposed a respectuous toast in honor of the fair countess. Everyone knew the purpose and that was for the countess to approve a talumbach. Her brother was the lucky representative who was to start the ceremonies rolling. All the glasses were filled to the brim with the best of heavy wine. Compliments were paid to everyone and everything. And glasses were changed from one hand to another in wonderful display of camaraderie.
You can well imagine how much they drank to keep their good spirits in tack. To see the Russians drink is a real sight. Each person pours down a throatful and his neighbor is not to be outdone. The whole idea of the talumbach is to make your neighbor drunk before yourself. Of course, he is betting that you will fall flat on your face before he does. It would be a shame not to follow your neighbor into the bottomless pit of drunken stupor.
Everyone held their own and the drinking continued straight for about one long hour.
No one has to be told how drunk the lot became. The aspect of the reunion turned for the better. As heads warmed up, speech and action filled the room like a clap of thunder.
Michel told everyone about his adventure with Doutchka and solemnly promised himself and this was for everyone to be witness that he would return to the little she-devil the very next week. He even contemplated taking her home with him which would be quite a surprise for his mother who thought he should always marry a woman of great class.
The countess saw that the evening was going to turn into an orgy. She saw immediately the way the men carried on excited by her brother's story. She leaned toward her spouse and said.
"Gregory, it shall turn for the worst in a few minutes time. Send them away."
Gregory didn't have to be told twice and for the first time in his married life he obeyed his wife.
"Gentlemen, I believe it is time for us to separate. If you desire to say good-bye to the countess, my wife (he said this with a certain relish) you must come back tomorrow. For we shall leave early tomorrow morning for Petersburg.
The guests looked at each other. Was it possible? After all, Gregory was always know as an intrepid drinker and he was the last one to leave the table and now was closing up shop. He even asked his best friends to leave.
As the guests trudged out the door, they all wondered what had happened to the good general. Why had he decided to disperse them and send them home just when the best moments were bound to come. This seemed to them particularly troubling.
The news of their departure astonished everyone. The count had said himself that he had planned to stay for month on month. Now he changed his mind with the help of his luscious wife.
And now they knew why. She had undoubtedly changed herself and the results were quite evident. Olga had become a tantalizing woman. The last person to leave was her brother, Michel. She squeezed his hand and gave him a triumphant wink. As they separated she said.
"I think I have him now, Michel. I don't think he will want to leave me again."